Thanks to Itsy (and to ItsyDad) for these!

May today there be peace within you. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. "I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."



Hey Dad," one of my kids asked the other day, "What was your favorite fast food when you were growing up?"
"We didn't have fast food when I was growing up," I informed him. "All the food was slow."
"C'mon, seriously. Where did you eat?"
"It was a place called 'at home," I explained. "Grandma cooked every day and when Grandpa got home from work, we sat down together at the dining room table, and if I didn't like what she put on my plate I was allowed to sit there until I did like it."

By this time, the kid was laughing so hard I was afraid he was going to suffer serious internal damage, so I didn't tell him the part about how I had to have permission to leave the table.

But here are some other things I would have told him about my childhood if I figured his system could have handled it:

Some parents NEVER owned their own house, wore Levis, set foot on a golf course, traveled out of the country or had a credit card. In their later years they had something called a revolving charge card. The card was good only at Sears Roebuck. Or maybe it was Sears AND Roebuck. Either way, there is no Roebuck anymore. Maybe he died.

My parents never drove me to soccer practice. This was mostly because we never had heard of soccer. I had a bicycle that weighed probably 50 pounds, and only had one speed, (slow).

We didn't have a television in our house until I was 11, but my grandparents had one before that. It was, of course, black and white, but they bought a piece of colored plastic to cover the screen. The top third was blue, like the sky, and the bottom third was green, like grass. The middle third was red. It was perfect for programs that had scenes of fire trucks riding across someone's lawn on a sunny day. Some people had a lens taped to the front of the TV to make the picture look larger.

I was 13 before I tasted my first pizza, it was called "pizza pie." When I bit into it, I burned the roof of my mouth and the cheese slid off, swung down, plastered itself against my chin and burned that, too. It's still the best pizza I ever had.

We didn't have a car until I was 15. Before that, the only car in our family was my grandfather's Ford. He called it a "machine."

I never had a telephone in my room. The only phone in the house was in the living room and it was on a party line. Before you could dial, you had to listen and make sure some people you didn't know weren't already using the line.

Pizzas were not delivered to our home. But milk was. All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, six days a week. It cost 7 cents a paper, of which I got to keep 2 cents. I had to get up at 4 AM every morning. On Saturday, I had to collect the 42 cents from my customers. My favorite customers were the ones who gave me 50 cents and told me to keep the change. My least favorite customers were the ones who seemed to never be home on collection day.

Movie stars kissed with their mouths shut. At least, they did in the movies. Touching someone else's tongue with yours was called French kissing and they didn't do that in movies. I don't know what they did in

French movies. French movies were dirty and we weren't allowed to see them.

If you grew up in a generation before there was fast food, you may want to share some of these memories with your children or grandchildren. Just don't blame me if they bust a gut laughing.

Growing up isn't what it used to be, is it?

MEMORIES from a friend:

My Dad is cleaning out my grandmother's house (she died in December) and he brought me an old Royal Crown Cola bottle. In the bottle top was a stopper with a bunch of holes in it.

I knew immediately what it was, but Kati had no idea. She thought they had tried to make it a salt shaker or something.

I knew it as the bottle that sat on the end of the ironing board to "sprinkle" clothes with because we didn't have steam irons.

Man, I am old.

How many do you remember?

Head lights dimmer switches on the floor.
Ignition switches on the dashboard.
Heaters mounted on the inside of the fire wall.
Real ice boxes.
Pant leg clips for bicycles without chain guards.
Soldering irons you heat on a gas burner.
Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.

Older Than Dirt Quiz:
Count all the ones that you remember not the ones you were told about! Ratings at the bottom.

1. Blackjack chewing gum
2. Wax Coke-shaped bottles with colored sugar water
3. Candy cigarettes
4. Soda pop machines that dispensed bottles
5. Coffee shops with tableside jukeboxes
6. Home milk delivery in glass bottles with cardboard stoppers
7. Party lines
8. Newsreels before the movie
9. P.F. Flyers
10. Butch wax
11. Telephone numbers with a word prefix (Olive-6933)
12. Pea shooters
13. Howdy Doody
14. 45 RPM records
15. S&H Green Stamps
16. Hi-fi's
17. Metal ice trays with lever
18. Mimeograph paper
19. Blue flashbulb
20. Packards
21. Roller skate keys
22. Cork popguns
23. Drive-ins
24. Studebakers
25. Wash tub wringers

If you remembered 0-5 = You're still young
If you remembered 6-10 = You are getting older
If you remembered 11-15 = Don't tell your age,
If you remembered 16-25 = You're older than dirt!


 From Fred Langa's weekly newsletter (copyright  Fred Langa)

10) Just For Grins
      Memo To All Staff From Tech Support

Management has determined that there is no longer any need for network or software applications support. The goal is to remove all computers from the desktop by Dec. 31, 2003.
Instead, everyone will be provided with an Etch-A-Sketch.  There are many sound reasons for doing this:
      1. No OS problems.
      2. No technical glitches keeping work from being done.
      3. No more wasted time reading and writing emails.

      Frequently Asked Questions for Etch-A-Sketch Technical Support

Q. My Etch-A-Sketch has all of these funny little lines all  over the screen.
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. How do I turn my Etch-A-Sketch off?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. What's the shortcut for Undo?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. How do I create a New Document window?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. How do I set the background and foreground to the same color?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. What is the proper procedure for rebooting my Etch-A-Sketch?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. How do I delete a document on my Etch-A-Sketch?
A. Pick it up and shake it.

Q. How do I save my Etch-A-Sketch document?
A. Don't shake it.

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From: "Lindy M"

This is one of the better Christmas stories that I have read.  I hope you
enjoy it as much as I did.

Old George's Christmas Eve Visitor

The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been
anywhere in years since his wife passed away. He had no decorations, no
tree, no lights.  It was  just another day to him.  He didn't hate
Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. There were no children
in his life.  His wife had gone.

He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last
hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a
homeless man stepped through.  Instead of throwing the man out,  George,
Old George, as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit
by the space heater and warm up.

"Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're
busy. I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly." George turned and opened a wide
mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot
and tasty. Stew. Made it myself. When you're done there's
coffee and it's fresh.

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me,
be right back," George said.

There in the driveway was an old 53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the
front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver
with a deep Spanish accent.  "My wife is with child and my car is broken."
George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold;
the car was dead.

"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But mister. Please help...."

The door of the office closed behind George as he went in. George went to
the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside.
He walked around the building and opened the garage, started the truck and
drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he
said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real
good."  George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off
into the night.

George turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave em the truck.
Their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new........" George
thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The thermos
was on the desk, empty with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he
got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked
slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had
been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve
meant no customers. He discovered that the block hadn't cracked, it was
just the bottom hose on the radiator.  "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he
said to himself. So he put a new one on.  "Those tires ain't gonna get 'em
through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old
Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car.

As he was working he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a
police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left
shoulder, the officer moaned, "Help me." George helped the officer inside
as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He
knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he
thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean
shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say
duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at
ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for
his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the
policeman the pills. "You hang in there. I'm going to get you an
ambulance."  The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on
that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a
bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the
officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in
the area."

George sat down beside him. "I would never leave an injured man in the Army
and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for
bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya.
Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your
gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.

"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no
donuts."  The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a
gun.  "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand
was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this
before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George. "You need to put the cannon
away. Somebody else might get hurt."  The young man was confused. "Shut up
old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop was reaching for his gun.

"Put that thing away," George said to the cop. "We got one too many in here
now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve.  If you
need the money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I
got.  Now  put that pee shooter away." George pulled $150 out of his pocket
and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the
same time.

The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to
cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for
my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job. My rent is due. My car got
repossessed last week..." George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all
get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we
make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down  on a chair across from
the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup
of coffee. "Being stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin'
in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll
sort this thing out."

The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot
you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."

"Shut up and drink your coffee," the cop said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an
ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns
drawn.

"Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?" "GPS locator in
the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked
as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just
dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work
here?," the wounded cop continued. "Yep," George said. "Just hired him this
morning. Boy lost his job." The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto
the stretcher.

The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy. And you too, George, and thanks for
everything." "Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That
ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with  a box. He pulled out a
ring box. "Here you go. Something for the little woman.  I don't think
Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."  The young
man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't
take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George.

"I got my memories.  That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared
next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell.

"Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old
man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that
too," George said. "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in
the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."


George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you
come from? I thought you left?"  "I have been here. I have always been
here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away I just couldn't see what all the bother
was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin'
cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and
besides I was getting a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the
holiday, George.  You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold
and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great
doctor. The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being
killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a
rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the season and
you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know
all this?" asked the old man. "Trust me, George. I have the inside track on
this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha
again." The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George,
I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration
planned."  George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that
the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to
fill the room. "You see, George... it's my birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord."


~Author Unknown~

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 From Jeff Foxworthy via Larry Cloud's little sister --


You might be from the Pacific Northwest if:
1. You know the state flower (Mildew).
2. You feel guilty throwing aluminum cans or paper in the trash.
3. Use the statement "sun break" and know what it means.
4. You know more than 10 ways to order coffee.
5. You know more people who own boats than air conditioners.
6. You feel overdressed wearing a suit to a nice restaurant.
7. You stand on a deserted corner in the rain waiting for the "Walk" signal.
8. You consider that if it has no snow or has not recently erupted, it is
not a real mountain.
9. You can taste the difference between Starbucks, Seattle's Best, and
Veneto's.
10. You know the difference between Chinook, Coho, and Sockeye salmon. (not
to mention that Atlantic crap they try to pass off as Salmon)
11. You know how to pronounce Sequim, Puyallup, Issaquah, Oregon, and
Willamette.
12. You consider swimming an indoor sport.
13. You can tell the difference between Japanese, Chinese and Thai food.
14. In winter, you go to work in the dark and come home in the dark-while
only working eight-hour days.
15. You never go camping without waterproof matches and a poncho.
16. You are not fazed by "Today's forecast: showers followed by rain," and
Tomorrow's forecast: rain followed by showers."
17. You cannot wait for a day with "showers and sun breaks."
18. You have no concept of humidity without precipitation.
19. You know that Boring is a town in Oregon and not just a state of Mind.
20. You can point to at least two volcanoes, even if you cannot see through
the cloud cover.
21. You notice "the mountain is out" when it is a pretty day and you can
actually see it.
22. You put on your shorts when the temperature gets above 50, but still
wear your hiking boots and parka.
23. You switch to your sandals when it gets about 60, but keep the socks on.
24. You have actually used your mountain bike on a mountain.
25. You think people who use umbrellas are either wimps or tourists.
26. You knew immediately that the view out of Frasier's window was fake.
27. You buy new sunglasses every year, because you can't find the old ones
after such a long time.
28. You measure distance in hours.
29. You often switch from "heat" to "a/c" in the same day.
30. You use a down comforter in the summer.
31. You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife knows how to use them.
32. You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit under a raincoat.
33. You know all the important seasons: Almost Winter, Winter, Still
Raining (Spring), Road Construction (Summer) Deer/Elk season (Fall).
34. You actually understand these jokes and forward them to all your
friends in the Northwest, those who used to live here or those who think
they might want to live here!

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Submitted by MistyBlue

'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

'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 A 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 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 THIS SOLDIER
WHO WAS WILLING TO FIGHT.

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

THEY ALL ENJOY 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
AND WITH A VOICE, SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON, SANTA.
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY,  ALL'S SECURE."

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

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Thanks to Yappy for sharing this one!

Is your birth month accurate ? :)
JANUARY: Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking
at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and
productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts.
Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather
reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds.
Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has
great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.

FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and
clever. Changing personality. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble.
Honestand loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when
restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Showing
anger easily Dislike unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely
shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.
Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside.
Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Learns to show emotions.
MARCH: Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive.
Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity.
Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy.
Potential money maker. Ambitious. Outrageous ideas. Has bright ideas.
Appreciative and returns kindness. Romantic. Attractive and attracts others.
Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize.
Loves traveling. Loves attention. An entertainer. Hasty decisions in
choosing partners. Loves home decor's. Musically talented. Loves special
things. Moody.
APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret.
Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention.
Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and
fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Fun
to be with. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and
others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Blunt. Follows the rules.
MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp
thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings
Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation.
Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong
clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good
imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts.
Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having man children.
Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.
JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Appreciative
and returns kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas.
Sensitive. Active and strong mind. Sharp and intelligent. Hesitating, tends
to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and
humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer.
Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Obvious inner and outter beauty.
Abiding. Hardworking. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting
colds. Loves to dress up and shop. Easily bored. Looks for new challenges.
Fussy. Does not give up. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when
hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Successful. Stubborn. Humble
JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood.
Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation.
Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful.
Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and
easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.
Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and
mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving.
Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges
people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves
to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends Likes to be
quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not
aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems.
Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless.
Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous
and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises.
Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous.
Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves
to lead and to be laid. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and
defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns
to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make
friends.
SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to
point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Needs to learn to take
criticism from others. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and
sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Does work well. Confident. Sensitive.
Thinks before doing. Thinking generous and carries it out. Good memory.
Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control
oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be
around. Flirty at times. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling.
Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially
in relationships. Needs and loves attention. Systematic. Financially smart.
Physique conscious. Loves to save.
OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves him. Loves to takes things at
the center. Attractive and suave. Inner and physical beauty. Does not lie or
pretend. Sympathetic. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends.
Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of
what others think Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel,
the arts and literature. Soft-spoken, loving and caring Romantic! Touchy and
easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift.
Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique
and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong
clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive.
Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but
amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is
a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Get angry very quickly.
Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself.
High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic.
Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy
Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
Created the word "REVENGE"
DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions.
Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with
Knows how to have fun. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention.
Loves to be loved. Tend to spend a lot of money. Attractive. Honest and
trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not
egoistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke.
Good sense of humor. Logical.

 (snuck in here by Itsy)