Personality types

OMG this thing is scary accurate, take the test and comment on what you got!! I'll post a couple links that describe mine, I got ENFP


http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

http://typelogic.com/enfp.html

http://keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&f=fourtemps&tab=3&c=champion

Toodles!

So it's been awhile since I posted anything and a lot has happened, so I'm gonna try to make all of the rambling at least halfway understandable...lol

Okay so first off, Christmas was amazing...lol. I finally got texting, and omg its amazing...although I'm pretty sure I'm driving my friends crazy with it...lol. I got a new camera, its a Nikon L20, and its amazing...and a new MP3 which I love...I had to get a new mp3 because somebody stole my other one when they stole my purse...and it came with a tripod and everything...it was amazing...

I got to talk to my Mister on Christmas day, which made the day absolutely perfect in every way :)

All of my band friends went to London :( for a week and totally lefted me...lol But it was okay, me and Tayto got closer since we were like the only ones left...

Then the other night I got a text from Him and he graduated from Camp Geiger yesterday and we talked all day off and on yesterday until he got to where he was staying the night. The Marines flew him to Dallas, and then he'll eventually end up at For Sill in Oklahoma.

Omg big news, he said that he thinks his MOS training will only take 6 weeks, instead of the longer time period i was thinking about, so that makes me happy. Lol

Well that's all I can think of to say for now, lol Laters

A Soldier's Chistmas Poem

This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan, at least thats what the newspaper my Papaw got it from said.


TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.

I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.

I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.

NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.

WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.

FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.

THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.

THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.

WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?

I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.

SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.

THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.

I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME

THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.

THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;

I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."

THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.

I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.

I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.

THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."

ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."