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You are pretty average in your expressiveness. You can express yourself well, but you don't always want to.
You are a very passionate person. You are highly charged and easily inspired.
You are an assertive person at times. You'll pull out all the stops to get what you want, if it's worth it.
You take a while to fall in love, but once you do, you stay pretty attached to your partner.
You are not easily frightened, but you have a few strong phobias.
You are very practical and down to earth. You're more concerned with action than thoughts.
You are a fairly hard worker, but you are also a little spoiled. You like indulge yourself every now and then.
You are not easily influenced by other people. You hold your ground and are true to your beliefs.
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| 02:33am 14/01/2008 |
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"When one defines oneself as Pagan, it means she or he follows an earth or nature religion, one that sees the divine manifest in all creation. The cycles of nature are our holy days, the earth is our temple, its plants and creatures our partners and teachers. We worship a deity that is both male and female, a mother Goddess and father God, who together created all that is, was, or will be. We respect life, cherish the free will of sentient beings, and accept the sacredness of all creation." Edain McCoy
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| 02:50am 10/12/2006 |
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The department was all astir, there was a lot of laughing and joking due to all the new officers, myself included, hitting the streets today for the first time. After months of seemingly endless amounts of classes, paperwork, and lectures we were finally done with the Police Academy and ready to join the ranks of our department.
All you could see were rows of cadets with huge smiles and polished badges.
As we sat in the briefing room, we could barely sit still anxiously awaiting our turn to be introduced and given our beat assignment or, for the lay person, our own portion of the city to "serve and protect."
It was then that he walked in. A statue of a man - 6 foot 3 and 230 pounds of solid muscle, he had black hair with highlights of gray and steely eyes that make you feel nervous even when he wasn't looking at you. He had a reputation for being the biggest and the smartest officer to ever work our fair city. He had been on the department for longer than anyone could remember and those years of service had made him into somewhat of a legend.
The new guys, or "rookies" as he called us, both respected and feared him.
When he spoke even, the most seasoned officers paid attention. It was almost a privilege when one the rookies got to be around when he would tell one of his police stories about the old days. But we knew our place and never interrupted for fear of being shooed away. He was respected and revered by all who knew him.
After my first year on the department I still had never heard or saw him speak to any of the rookies for any length of time. When he did speak to them all he would say was, "So, you want to be a policeman do you hero?"
"I'll tell you what, when you can tell me what they taste like, then you can call yourself a real policeman."
This particular phrase I had heard dozens of times. Me and my buddies all had bets about "what they taste like" actually referred to. Some believed it referred to the taste of your own blood after a hard fight. Others thought it referred to the taste of sweat after a long day's work. Being on the department for a year, I thought I knew just about everyone and everything.
So one afternoon, I mustered up the courage and walked up to him. When he looked down at me, I said "You know, I think I've paid my dues. I've been in plenty of fights, made dozens of arrests, and sweated my butt off just like everyone else. So what does that little saying of yours mean anyway?" With that, he merely stated, "Well, seeing as how you've said and done it all, you tell me what it means, hero." When I had no answer, he shook his head and snickered, "rookies," and walked away.
The next evening was to be the worst one to date. The night started out slow, but as the evening wore on, the calls became more frequent and dangerous. I made several small arrests and then had a real knock down drag out fight. However, I was able to make the arrest without hurting the suspect or myself. After that, I was looking forward to just letting the shift wind down and getting home to my wife and daughter.
I had just glanced at my watch and it was 11:55. Five more minutes and I would be on my way to the house. I don't know if it was fatigue or just my imagination, but as I drove down one of the streets on my beat, I thought I saw my daughter standing on someone else's porch. I looked again but it was not my daughter as I had first thought but merely a small child about her age. She was probably only six or seven years old and dressed in an oversized shirt that hung to her feet. She was clutching an old rag doll in her arms that looked older than me.
I immediately stopped my patrol car to see what she was doing outside her house at such an hour by herself. When I approached, there seemed to be a sigh of relief on her face. I had to laugh to myself, thinking she sees the hero policeman come to save the day. I knelt at her side and asked what she was doing outside.
She said "My mommy and daddy just had a really big fight and now mommy won't wake up." My mind was reeling. Now what do I do? I instantly called for backup and ran to the nearest window. As I looked inside I saw a man standing over a lady with his hands covered in blood, her blood. I kicked open the door, pushed the man aside and checked for a pulse, but was unable to find one. I immediately cuffed the man and began doing CPR on the lady.
It was then I heard a small voice from behind me, "Mr. Policeman, please make my mommy wake up." I continued to perform CPR until my backup and medics arrived but they said it was too late. She was dead. I then looked at the man. He said, "I don't know what happened. She was yelling at me to stop drinking and go get a job and I had just had enough. I just shoved her so she would leave me alone and she fell and hit her head." As I walked the man out to the car in handcuffs, I again saw that little girl. In the five minutes that has passed, I went from hero to monster. Not only was I unable to wake up her mommy, but now I was taking daddy away too.
Before I left the scene, I thought I would talk to the little girl. To say what, I don't know. Maybe just to tell her I was sorry about her mommy and daddy. But as I approached, she turned away and I knew it was useless and I would probably make it worse.
As I sat in the locker room at the station, I kept replaying the whole thing in my mind. Maybe if I would have been faster or done something different, just maybe that little girl would still have her mother. And even though it may sound selfish, I would still be the hero.
It was then that I felt a large hand on my shoulder. I heard that all too familiar question again, "Well, hero, what do they taste like?"
But before I could get mad or shout some sarcastic remark, I realized that all the pent up emotions had flooded the surface and there was a steady stream of tears cascading down my face. It was at that moment that I realized what the answer to his question was.
Tears.
With that, he began to walk away, but he stopped. "You know, there was nothing you could have done differently," he said. "Sometimes you can do everything right and still the outcome is the same. You may not be the hero you once thought you were, but now you ARE a police officer."
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| 09:03pm 06/12/2006 |
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Body: 12 Days of Christmas--Law Enforcement style!
On the First day of Christmas, my Dispatcher gave to me...
Grandma who fell and hurt her knee...
On the Second Day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me...
2 MG of Narcan for the out of work person who wants to end it all by taking her Husband's pain pills and won't tell me what she took and is feeling suicidal....
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee.
On the Third day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me....
Three stacked shocks for the 88 year old man who instead of paying the neighbor kid 5 bucks to shovel his driveway, decided to do it himself and have the big one in the driveway...
2 Mg of Narcan for the psycho chick trying to off herself...
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee..
On the Fourth day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me....
4 AM in the morning I have to go to the nursing home because someone has had the flu for like 16 years and all of a sudden needs to go to the hospital....NOW,...
Three Stacked shocks for the full arrested popsicle,
2 MG of Narcan for Morphine eating Momma...
and Grandma who fell and hurt her knee....
On the Fifth day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me...
Five minutes to eat.....
4 AM shuttle call,
Three stacked shocks,
2 MG of Narcan,
and Grandma who fell and hurt her knee....
On the Sixth Day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me....
Six run reports behind because the computer guy can't fix the system...
Five Minutes to eat!!!!!!!!!!
4 AM Shuttle,
3 zaps to the chest,
gonna have a stomach pumped,
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee...
On the Seventh day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me...Seven car pile up while everyone was trying to beat the light so they can get into Wal Mart the day after Thanksgiving thinking there is only 4 dancing Elmo Dolls...
six reports behind...
Five minutes to eat.......
4AM is way to early,
3 stacked shocks,
2 of Narcan Pushed,
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee....
On the Eighth day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me....Eight flights of steps to walk up to get the 400 pound person who is having shortness of breath since LAST Christmas and can't walk...oh, and of course, the elevator doesn't
work...
7 cars a crunching,
six reports a writing,
Five minutes to eat.
4 AM shuttle,
CPR in progress,
2 MG of Narcan,
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee...
On the ninth day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me Nine blankets needed to cover up grandpa because he is freezing and we aren't even out of the house yet but thinks he will get pneumonia and die for all of the 10 seconds we are outside...
Eight flights of stairs,
should have stayed home and bought it off of Ebay,
six reports I'm writing...
Five minutes to eat.....
What the Hell time is it,
should have paid the kid,
2MG of Narcan,
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee.
On the Tenth Day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me...
Ten Minutes till I can get a bed in the ER because the nurses are busy figuring out who is going to lunch next....
Nine blankets needed,
Hope fire department is coming,
7 cars a crunching,
six reports I need to write,
Five minutes to eat...
Can't you wait till morning,
stick a fork in him, he's done,
Man I hope she shuts up...
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee.
On the Eleventh day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me....
Eleven times I tried to get the heat to work in the back of the truck and maintainence won't take the truck in...
ten minutes waiting,
Nine blankets needed,
eight flights of steps to climb,
Hope you have Progressive,
Give me a new ink pen...
Five minutes to eat....
4 AM is early,
3 Leads all show he's dead,
2 MG won't touch her..
and grandma who fell and hurt her knee...
On the Twelth day of Christmas, my dispatcher gave to me...
a 12 Gague IV needle that I put into the drunk 19 year old who tried to swing at me...
it's really freezing,
Hope you choke on your sandwich,
9 blankets for grandpa,
How did you get up here in the first place,
man your husband is gonna be pissed,
six reports STILL down...
five minutes to eat...
Better than taking them back,
Hope I recorded the code,
Man, just pass out already...
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 | You scored as II - The High Priestess. The High Priestess is a card of intuition, instinct and hidden knowledge. She knows all your secrets, you can hide nothing from her. Yet you will never know the secrets she herself protects.If well aspected in a Tarot spread, this card can indicate the use of intuition to solve problems; trust to your instincts. If badly aspected, it can mean suppression and ignoring of such instincts - following your head at the expense of your heart.
II - The High Priestess | | 94% | XI: Justice | | 88% | I - Magician | | 75% | XVI: The Tower | | 75% | XIII: Death | | 75% | IV - The Emperor | | 69% | VIII - Strength | | 69% | 0 - The Fool | | 63% | XIX: The Sun | | 56% | VI: The Lovers | | 44% | III - The Empress | | 44% | XV: The Devil | | 44% | X - Wheel of Fortune | | 31% | </td>
Which Major Arcana Tarot Card Are You?
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| 12:25am 08/08/2006 |
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is a made-for-TV movie about a group of college students and their interest in the eponymous role-playing game (RPG). It was adapted from a novel of the same name by Rona Jaffe. She based her 1981 novel on newspaper stories about the disappearance of James Dallas Egbert III from Michigan State University in 1979. Media accounts differed substantially from Egbert's actual story. William Dear, the private investigator on the case, explained actual events and the reasons behind the media myth in his 1984 book The Dungeon Master. Jaffe wrote her novel at a breakneck pace in a matter of days because of a fear that another author might also be fictionalizing the Egbert investigation.
The working title for the film was Dungeons & Dragons, but CBS dropped it in favor of the novel's title, presumably to avoid lawsuits over use of the trademarked name.[citation needed] The film premiered on CBS in 1982. It stars Tom Hanks, Wendy Crewson, David Wallace and Chris Makepeace. The movie is currently available on VHS tape and DVD on October 25th, 2005.
Mazes and Monsters came out in the heyday of the RPG Dungeons & Dragons (the movie's title is a thinly veiled reference to the game) and was seen by some as a warning to parents about the dangers of RPGs. It came out at a time when Dungeons & Dragons (D&D) was starting to be attacked by Christian groups who alleged that it promoted Satanism and other forms of occult activities (much like video games and the Harry Potter series of books are being attacked today). |
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| 02:00pm 22/07/2006 |
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I know I've been lax in posting anything lately. Sorry. Just been kinda busy as of late. New type relationship, weird and semi long hours at work, Never ending stream of paperwork, shrinks, gonna be starting a new part-time job as well. So as you can imagine things have been moving quickly around me. ANd yes I am doing well, things are good in general. And I'm out on the harley, even if it is just back and forth to work, everyday!!!!!! SO there is what is transpiring for me. Hope everyone is well!! |
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Happy Birthday Kim. Since today is technically the 25th for you.
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| 02:27am 23/05/2006 |
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It seems I get crap for not updating, and yet where is everyone elses updates???????? Hmmmmmmmm? But to answer any questions nothing new to eport. Things are how they are. Just normal. lol. So thats your update. |
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| 02:43am 08/04/2006 |
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You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and you think it's OK.
But when I call you, nigger, Kike, Towelhead, Sand-nigger, Camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
You have Equal opportunity Hiring practices.
You have the United Negro College Fund.
You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Black History Month.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi
You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET(white entertainment television) we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.
If we had white history month, we'd be racists.
If we had an organization for only whites to "advance" our lives, we'd be racists.
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships, you know we'd be racists.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us.
But, when a white police officer shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running from the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.
I am white.
But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
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Just as a comment, i found this somewhere, and I can relate to most of the points. They are very valid. I think there is one more important thing that needs to be added here. In this world we live in it is considered fair to hire people based on the color of their skin over their abilities. THis is completely unfair, and just plain fucked up. Also as a note, the population of this world is actually pretty damn important. SInce those that have a color of skin other than white dominate this world. So in all honesty and fairness I pose this question....."Since there are so many more people of color, than those that are single white males, WHO is the MINORITY?????????" |
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Gene decided that we were going out Saturday night. So of course I allowed myself to be dragged out. Since he was planning on paying for it i would have been dumb not too. SO at the second bar, a male gets ejected and trys to reenter two more times. THe third time he had grabbed a board from somewhere, smashed a guys window out, etc. so ended up outside helping with that call. When that's over and done with, go back inside ands try to relax again. So we leave there, hit the UVA(afterhours club), and chill for a bit. End up at a restuarant for food, and then things go own hill again. Female known to gene and I has her purse stolen by the boyfriend she just broke up with. We end up locating him back by the UVA. That in turn leads into a foot chase. Dealing with way to much crap. Finally get her purse back to find no keys or money in it. SO needless to say, I ended up working when I wasn't dealing with shit for no real reason, and getting home around 10 am this morning. SO I ended up out for about 12 hours. ANd really go nothing to show for it, other han a brief, very few hours of sleep. |
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| 11:09pm 29/03/2006 |
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RULES: Write a statement intended for 14 different people. NEVER TELL which one is for who.
Of course, the way I am about rules, if you manage to figure out which is about you, e-mail, call, or otherwise mention it to me in a private way and I'll gladly discuss it with you.
1. The damage that was done is irreversible. No amount of apologies can correct that now. I am the type of person that learns, and grows when faced with hardship. I learned from you, and for that I thank you, but I can not forgive you.
2. You threw away what you now claim was probably the best thing in your life. At least you know your mistake. And now you are making amends for those actions. I have moved beyond our past, and that is why we are again friends.
3. There is more to you than meets the eye. A complexity of personalities hidden within one. Hardship is normality for those like you and I that share so many similarities.
4. Within yourself there is a strength that has allowed you to endure much. No matter where you reside, you have reached out to many and shared much. I thank you for the friendship we share, and hope that you continue to grow and be yourself, no matter what you are faced with.
5. Time and money are factors that lock us here. Hopefully both of us find the things we need to get away from the things binding us.
6. You shut me out, claiming it was for the best. Maybe for you it was. I hope you are happy now. I am disappointed with the fact that you broke your promise.
7. Your personality is infectious. You always bring a smile to my face. I love you simply for the friend that you are, and what you offer. You are a wonderful person, and I hope you are always happy!
8. You do wonderful things and have done quite a bit of good for others. Your dedication is commendable. You work on similar things to me, and deal with just as much. The happiness is out there somewhere.
9. You strive daily to improve your life and those you care for. You have endured much pain and hardship throughout your life, and yet you always seem to find a way to smile. That shows the depth of character you possess, and proves your worth.
10. Ever seeking knowledge and strength you are the perpetual student. You impress me with your thirst in obtaining that which you want. The trials you are facing are many and varied, but if you pursue them in the same way you do your studies you will succeed.
11. You have traveled many miles in search of happiness and to become whole. I hope that where you are now has proven to complete that search.
12. Your youth allows you the opportunity to pursue new experiences. Enjoy the time that you have, and enjoy all that you do. In time those thrills may die, but the knowledge and feelings you have gained will last a lifetime.
13. Since a young age you have had much to overcome. Those things have led you to who you are today. A wonderful person, girl, friend, and when the time is right a lover to someone. The fact that you are a mother at your age, and you struggle daily shows how strong willed you are.
14. You spend your time always caring for others. At times you are lost within that helpfulness you show. Those around you that care know this and love you for it. Your family is very important to you, and it is most likely reflected in their eyes the love you shower them with. |
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Soul receives from soul that knowledge, therefore not by book
nor from tongue.
If knowledge of mysteries come after emptiness of mind, that is
illumination of heart.
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Like a sword be without trace of soft iron;
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