Skin is beautiful, but some people don't understand that. Some people love to break their skin and see ugly, ugly blood. They're tricked into thinking that lacerations and scars are georgeous, and they have to ruin their precious skin to get them. Some day they will realize how beautiful their skin is. They will realize they have harmed a vital organ of their body and it will never be the same. When they realize that their skin is beautiful and scars are not, it's too late. They have to live with that constant reminder of what they did to their body. They will relive the shame of damaging themselves every time they see those nasty scars. It's never worth it, I promise. Your skin is beautiful... Keep it that way.

I got my first off post pass this weekend.... a battle buddy and I went to Target and got some pictures taken, what do you think??







I'm super happy with how they came out. :)

My dad hard at work today on our wood pile.

To start, I have never met my biological father. And I do not care to. There has been one man in my life as long as I can remember who has been a father to me. He married my mom when I was maybe seven years old, but I can't remember life before him. It's been about a year now that he and my mother have been divorced, but in all honesty, I am closer to him than her. I live with my father (although my mother doesn't know that) and I think he's all that and a big of chips.

We've never had a lot of money to work with, but I've always had what I need. I know that my father would give up anything for me and the rest of his kids. He would give me the shirt off his back (even though it would be too big for me ) or anything else to help me out. He tries to give me everything in the world. He always helps teach me new things and he's always hard at work around the house or helping someone else.

Today I treated him to lunch at Mom and Pop's, a local old-style diner. I also made shepherd's pie for supper on his request. I gave him a card that I drew by hand and I also bought him a new spoon rest at a craft fair. I even washed the dinner dishes without being asked





I love my dad. To all of you other daddies out there, happy father's day. Just know that you're not as awesome as my dad.