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personal messageI never really put anything here because this is bp and not everyone planet. I have met so many fun folks on here and have been lucky enough to have been able to meet oodles of them in person as well. i have learned a lot from reading this site and hopefully have become a better person for it. I don't play games; life is too short. I cook, garden, volunteer, golf, gamble, bowl- some better than others. I got the best advice from someone on this very website about leaves, branches and roots. The leaves are the guys who hang out for a season and are gone with the wind. The branches might hang out til the strong storm comes. But, the root is the one who is always there, supporting the tree and providing the foundation. The root needs no constant admiration to continue that support and strength. Always take care; but, dont take life too seriously. None of us is gettin out alive. Life is risk. Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment. Please send me a note if u wish. 1 click notes are not going to get responded to (or read), but I appreciate the thought. oh, if i go to look at and ur page takes longer to load than my computer takes to boot up, sorry i didnt leave a note but damn...i can watch grass grow b4 u r that cool recent blog postsBANK BAIL OUTPosted
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Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible. How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out... (continue reading) Nov 2, 2008 5:58 PMPosted
best trick or treater i had one crying dracula...couldnt have been more than 3. i saw him coming up the drive while i was finishing with some other tiny goblins. and i heard him crying. he came up, his make up was done, all white face, red lips, black eyes and black hair slicked back, full dress and cape...sobbing he comes up and i offer him the bowl of treats. i said whats wrong? he says, sob sob sniffle sniffle "my sister"..sob [unintelligible].."and i wanted"... (continue reading) |
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