This year marks the 7th year anniversity of the Sept 11 terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centers.  At this point we've reached a difficult time in American history.  The war has been going on for too long now but I am confused on one thing.  Don't get me wrong.  I'm not justifying it or supporting the war but isn't that what Americans wanted at the time?  Didn't we want action?  We were hurt either by family members perishing in the mass tragedy or because we now felt we weren't safe on our own soil.  I am a Catholic Christian who was born the third generation in my family to have been born on American soil.  I don't believe violence is ever the answer but war is what the American people cried out for.  The injustice was still fresh in our minds as was our desire for revenge. 

It now seems that Americans regret going to war.  Don't you remember what happened to us all those years ago?  We pulled together and you couldn't drive anywhere without seeing an American flag waving at you.  Now its seven years later and where's the Patriotism?  Where's the love for our fellow Americans?  Americans have become just as bad as we were before the attacks and I'm ashamed that it took that kind of tragedy for us to come together.  I believe that Bush was a little too quick in his retaliations especially because he didn't have the support of Congress.  But our brother, our sisters, our friends, our neighbors are all across the world sacrificing their lives to ensure ours.  Shouldn't we at least support that?  If they see something worth fighting for why can't we support them?

There's far more going on in the world than the average American can understand, so why don't we go back to the mentality we had seven years ago?  Where what we fought for what wasn't necessarily right but it was what we believed in.

I would love responses back to this entry.  This is my personal opinion and I'd like yours.  Please don't leave mean or rude comments.  They will automatically be deleted.  If you have a point to prove do it with facts, not slander.

Much appreciated,
Irishtimekeeper

Lately so much has been going on in my life I'm at a loss.   I don't know what to do with myself anymore.  It seems like thinking is the only thing I've been doing.  When times get tough you just gotta keep on truckin'.  
Take it from someone who knows...
Anyone can look and see what's going wrong in their life but it takes someone with hope to see through the bad to the good.

This might not be interesting to those who have friended me so feel free not read it. I just feel the need to rant about how sucky life has been for me the last couple months.

Work has been very tough for me lately.  I've started working full time as well as going to school (college) full time.  It might not sound like a lot but my health has decided to take a back seat on me.  In December I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, depression, and obsessive compulsive disorder.  In order to get sleep and to feel like anything resembling a normal person I have to take Zoloft once a day. I, also, see a therapist every Wednesday.  Not only that! but I have to have surgery to remove my gall bladder.  Both of the above cases have been tough on me because my dad's side of the family believes that if you can't see it, then there's nothing wrong with you.  So he knows about the surgery but he doesn't know about my mental health problems.

Other than that my dad was out of work for three and a half months with a collar bone injury so bad he needed surgery to fix it.  THEN he found out he might have brain cancer and I still think he's not telling me the truth about what's going on with that.

Work is getting absolutely crazy for us because we sell plants.  Unfortunately, I have to take out the three busiest weeks of the YEAR for medical leave.  There's goes money I desperately need.

All in all, I'm stressed out.  Lately, sketching and reading plus a little writing is all I seem to be able to do to keep my sanity (or what little is left) in tact.  If anyone who actually read this has any good relaxation tips, feel free to share them.

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 Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Christmas Tidings
Pairing: RoyxEd
Summary: Ed's stuck in Central this Christmas season.
This story is short but sweet.
I know its kinda after Christmas but my laptop doesn't have internet at my mom's house yet and I just got a thumb drive.

Disclaimer: Don’t own FMA. Kinda wish I did…

Warning: Yaoi, nothing hardcore. Just a kiss but if you don’t like yaoi then turn back now.

Fullmetal Alchemist
Title: Christmas Tidings
Pairing: RoyxEd
Summary: Edward comforts Roy when he has a nightmare.

This is also my first attempt at any kind of yaoi so please cut me some slack.

This entry is dedicated to Mr. Eric Armour.  He was my study teacher in the tenth grade and my history teacher for the eleventh grade.  He died February 4, 2007.  He was a great man.  I remember him well.  He used to say that he always had to have a room on the second floor of the school so that he could throw the seventh and eighth graders out of the window.  He didn't care much for them.  He said they smelly.  I agree with him now.  They are pretty smelly.  He always had this weird fascination with squirrels and loved to play the bagpipes.  He was only 34 years old.  Way too young to die of effects due to childhoold cancer.  I suppose it was all for the best in the end.  At least he's somewhere better, waiting in whereever is hereafter.  

This isn't to share personal knowledge with the rest of the web or for attention or even for people to feel sorry for me.  He was the best teacher anyone could ever even hope to have.  I weep inwardly for the students who will never know what it was like to have him.  May you rest in peace forever, Mr. Armour.  Don't forget us and watch us from heaven where you are.

Hi, everyone!!!
I have no idea why I decided to become part of livejournal since I suck at updating stuff but oh, well.  This Friday January 16, 2007 my term paper is due.  Pray to every deity imaginable that I do good on it.  My English teacher was a Goddess and helped me with the introduction paragraph.  I think she was ready to pull her hair out by the time we were done.  Everything I wrote she said, "Well, how about this?  This might work better."  As I thought to myself internally, "I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna fail..."  Mrs. V. you live up to your name(its kind of Italian for courage).  I dread to think of what you have to do to read all those term papers.  May you never run out of wits or coffee.