NEGATIVE TO POSITIVE.

My last week of school is next week and I turned in my final early. I am proud of myself and I think I'll be maintaining my 4.0 GPA. woowoo! So far, so good.

My landlord is showing the house today and tomorrow. It seems that alot of people want to move out of the city and into the country. He put a sign outside and about 7 people called him in only two days. In fact, a girl I know from High School showed up today to see it and we chatted it up a bit. Last time I saw her and hung out she had no kids, (4 years ago) now she has 2.

I have nothing much more to add. I will have before pics coming soon enough. Be sure to let me know, for those of you who haven't already, via email that you are still reading so I can send you a password once I go PRIIIIVATTE! Yep, and I got so much to share. Hee hee.

This is something to ponder when negative people are doing their best to rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone who knows nothing, and cares less, tries to make your life miserable. They are always the ones who end up miserable in the end. That's right, they're only hurting themselves, you'd think they were hurting enough already...if not for anyone else but myself I have learned by observing others that being a positive person makes things in my life more positive in the end. Expect no less than the best and you will get more than what you've asked for in the end. In doing that toward others, you are that much a better person.

(Thanks Arlene)

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:

'Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're crazy to go to Rome . So, how are you getting there?'

'We're taking Continental,' was the reply. 'We got a great rate!'

'Continental?' exclaimed the hairdresser. ' That's a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late. So, where are you staying in Rome ?'

'We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber River called Teste.'

'Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks its gonna be something special and exclusive, but it's really a
dump, the worst hotel in the city! The rooms are small, the service is surly,and they're overpriced.

So, whatcha' doing when you get there?'

'We're going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.'

'That's rich,' laughed the hairdresser. 'You and a million other people trying to see him. He'll look the size of an ant.

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it.'

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her about her trip to Rome .

'It was wonderful,' explained the woman, 'not only were we on time in one of Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who waited on me hand and foot.

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite at no extra charge!'

'Well,' muttered the hairdresser, 'that's all well and good, but I know you didn't get to see the Pope.'

'Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the visitors, and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would personally greet me.

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me.'

'Oh, really! What'd he say ?'

He said: 'Where'd you get the shitty Hairdo?'