Love in when you're never mad at a person, even if you want and try to be...and when you want to do everything with them, even if it's not so fun, just because you want them to be there with you...It's when you could be anywhere in the world, but you choose to be with them because life's just better that way...It's when you feel in your heart that you'll marry the person from the first time you meet them and you don't know how to explain it to anyone...It's when you think of your future with them and smile because you know it will be great...When your friends look at you and wonder what you could ever see in them, and you see everything in them...When everyone else looks at you and thinks, "They're different than any other couple I know."...Love is when you dance with that person around in circles for what you hope will be forever and you don't even notice the rest of the world as it goes on around you because you can't stop staring into their eyes and wondering if they love you too.

Doesn't he know that I'm serious?
I'm serious about who I am.
Serious about who I want to become.
Serious about my standards.
I'm serious about the Gospel.
Serious about my friends.
Serious about my education.

Seriously in love with him.

Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,

I stand before you and sit behind you

to tell you something I know nothing about!

Admission is free, you must pay at the door;

So pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

The show is over, but before you go,

let me tell you a story I don't really know :

One bright day, in the middle of the night

two dead boys got up to fight

back to back; they faced each other;

drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise

He came and shot those two dead boys.

If you don't believe this lie is true...

just ask the blind man; he saw it too!

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen. 

Things to do at Wal-Mart while your spouse/partner is taking their sweet time:

Set all the alarm clocks in House wares to go off at 5-minute intervals.

Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the rest rooms.

Walk up to an employee and tell him/her in an official tone, 'Code 3' in house wares.....and see what happens.

Go to the Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M's on layaway.

Move a 'CAUTION - WET FLOOR' sign to a carpeted area.

Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you'll invite them in if they'll bring pillows from the bedding department.

When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask 'Why can't you people just leave me alone?'

Look right into the security camera; use it as a mirror, and pick your nose.

While handling guns in the hunting department, ask the clerk if he knows where the anti- depressants are.

Dart around the store suspiciously, loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

Hide in a clothing rack and when people browse through, say "PICK ME!"

When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream "NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"

Go into a fitting room and shut the door and wait a while; and, then, yell, very loudly, "There is no toilet paper in here!"

Get it a cart and, go down the isle, pushing yourself as fast as you can with a cane, and yell “The British are coming, the British are coming!”

No, no that's not it. Listen Mototo, you'd better treat this lady like a queen. Because you, you my friend... have found the perfect woman. If I was ever so lucky to find the perfect woman, I would give her flowers every day. And not just any flowers, okay? Her favorites are orchids. White. And I would bring her breakfast every day. Six loaves of wheat bread with butter on both sides. No crusts. Just the way she likes it. I'd be her shoulder to cry on and her best friend. And I'd spend every day thinking of ways to make her laugh. She has the most... amazing laugh. That's what I would do, if I were you. But I'm not. So you do it. 

-- Madagascar II

You be cindarella and meet me at the dance

I could be prince charming if I only had a chance

you be my little mermaid and teach me how to swim

and when were under water you can tell all of them

that you found me your collections complete

you can call me a beast if I can call you beauty

Show me how to whistle and get along with dwarves

I'll call you Snow White and you can call me yours

you be Sleeping Beauty, and I'll be in your dreams

I would fight a dragon if, you would fall in love with me

you be wendy when I feel like Peter Pan

call me a lost boy, its really all I am

but one thing, is painfully clear

theres no girl like a disney girl, how I wish one was hear

OOooooh

You may say that she does not exist

but somewhere in this world shes saying

you may say that she does not exist

but somewhere in this world shes saying

where are you Chris?

-- Chris Whittaker