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It was just over a year ago. I miss him like crazy. It hurts in a way only God knows.

I can still hear the twelve most important words he ever said to me. Twelve words an older man said to a little girl trying to poke her hand into the cookie jar without tripping the sensor. Twelve words that would change the way that little girl saw the world. "You know enough to be dangerous, Kiddo. Use that knowledge for good."

Below I'm putting a post I wrote on Xanga a while ago. Thought you might like to read it.

There's a tear in your eye, And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
Chorus:
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song, Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

I have decided I must be Irish. Maybe I got it from Uncle Fred. :) I can smile if I need to, but it's a fake smile. I just recently realized what exactly makes a real smile for me. When I really smile from the bottom of my heart, I smile with my eyes. Cameras cannot capture the difference unless it's a closeup. If it's not a closeup you can't see my eyes to tell if I'm really smiling or not (evidenced by our Christmas '08 picture. It looks like I'm smiling, but I really wasn't). My true smile is in my eyes, not my mouth. Therefore I must be Irish somehow. :) Uncle Fred was everything Irish. He adopted them into his heritage. He's the person that first played that song for me. I remember it. He had just gotten a leprechaun that sang that song.

When I was younger, I had a fascination with Irish dancing. I still really like it, but I'm not so crazy about it. :) I called Uncle Fred and asked him if he would teach me to Irish dance (in my little kid's mind, if you loved a country, you knew how to dance their way). He said he'd teach me how to talk like an Irishman, but he'd have to think about teaching me to dance. Maybe next time I came up he would.

The next time I went up to their house, Uncle Fred wasn't there. And he wasn't ever coming back. But I have requested something extra special of God. And I don't see any Biblical reason why He wouldn't grant my wish. We'll just have to see. But I have requested that my first dance in heaven be an Irish dance with Uncle Fred. And until then, I'll try to keep my Irish eyes smiling.

What Would You Like To See?

I'm trying to decide if it would be worth my time to do a video of the week. I would probably do some music videos, commercials, and other videos. Would that be something you'd like to see? Please vote on my poll on the sidebar.

PeachMac

Okay, so my sister has told me that my blog is not complete without a certain story. So, here it goes.

Last Saturday I got up at 6:30am. By 7:15am, my mom, sister, and I were sitting in our car in the parking lot of PeachMac. There were a few other empty cars in the parking lot, but only two others that had people in them. No one got out of their cars for a minute, but then a guy got out of his car, walked up to PeachMac, and stood in their 'corral'. After standing for a little while, he sat down on the cold, hard concrete. He wasn't there very long; he got cold and walked down to Starbucks to get some coffee. When he started walking away, Mom got all excited and told me to go get in the front of the line. I told her I didn't want to go sit out there by myself, so she came with me. She wanted to get a picture of me in front of the 'line starts here' sign, and while she was doing that, the other guy came back, ducked under the rope, and resumed his position at the front of the line. And thus began our almost three hour wait. MissJo was still sitting in the warm car, enjoying the spectacle. Mom decided she wanted something out of the car, so she left the line. The girl from the other car jumped out and came and stood in line behind me. Mom didn't want to cut in front of her, and she wanted to be with me, so I moved back to third in the line, which I didn't mind since the other girl had gotten there first, she just hadn't gotten out of her car. The four of us sat there until about 8, when a couple came and got in line behind Mom. She started talking to them, and pretty soon the lady had pulled out her iPad and was giving us a demonstration. She was showing us all these really cool free apps she had downloaded. She let me play with her 'cat', and showed us how to 'make' pottery. Then the time started flying by. Before I knew it, the sun was rising fast and all the PeachMac workers were arriving. Pretty soon, some of the workers went down to Starbucks and bought a big thing of coffee and brought it to everyone in the line. Now, I am not a coffee drinker, but my nose was so cold, I took a cup. I only drank about 1/4 of it before I gave it to Mom. I am really not a coffee drinker. By that time, I had started chatting with the guy and girl in front of me. MissJo got out of the warm car and came to join us shortly after that. We heard someone behind us say something about the length of the line so we tried to look for ourselves. The line went around the side of the building, across the street, around the roundabout, down that street, and to the restaurant. The last thirty minutes seemed longer than the other 2 hours and 15 minutes. The security guard came and was talking to us and some of the workers came out and were asking us questions and taking pictures of us. A newspaper reporter came and interviewed the guy and girl and took their picture. A TV crew came and was taping us. Finally 10am came. The owner of the store came out and was talking to us, and then let us in. The TV crew was filming us as we walked through the doors. All the PeachMac employees were standing in two lines for us to walk through. All except one, that is. He was taping us as we walked down the aisle. Everyone was hooting and hollering. Boy, was it fun. Then the line of employees slowly broke apart as they took up their posts for the day. We were directed to a table where we got our prize: a t-shirt. They were giving away electronics and other stuff, but we didn't win any of those. All I got was a t-shirt. And now I can say I was the third person, other than employees and media, to walk through those doors. And I was probably on some TV station. But to me it didn't matter what I got. I just went for the fun of it. :) Well, and I did really want a shirt. ;)

Pictures, Anyone?

If anyone has any really good pictures of Frisbee Man, please email them to me. :) I'm starting to work on his slideshow, and it would be nice to have a variety of pictures. They can be goofy or normal, just ones that you think would go well in a slideshow. I might not use all of them, but it would be nice to have options. :)

Also, it has been brought to my attention that you can't really see my profile picture, so here it is.

For Your Enjoyment

Batman Cake

Here's a picture of the cake I made last Friday. It's not the prettiest, but I was experimenting on putting logos on the cake. :)