Thank you (((((MsTeddy))))) I just wish more would question perhaps we would get some answers?

Happy B-day!!!!

I'd give ya a dance for your b-day but my thong broke last time I did that and I haven't replaced it yet. Now if thong is optional......

<------- 57 going on 30 (hey I liked it fine the 1st time around! Good place to start over.)

Hey ya fresk! How's your wine doin girl? ready for a refill? Looks like another show worth watchin..... may join in this one tho

I wanna play with you yoko ceiling fans can be fun A straight jacket though?..... perhaps silken ribbons maybe some handcuffs.....please, no straight jacket

<-------- colors outsude the lines and just don't care if others know it or not...... Picasso did that a bit didn't he? hmmmmmmmm ..... that would be me, a bit Abstract.... unique maybe? .....works for me!

Hey shutter! yer in Riddle? Kewl! Love that area up in there. Been all over Roseburg, Myrtle creek, Winston... my home away from home.

What happens in vegas, stays in Vegas.....comin my way sweetie?

Who defines normal? Is it not in the eyes of the beholder, like beauty? Besides, why would anybody want somebody "like" themselves? Seems to me that would get boring unless you both color outside the lines. Just my opinion

Looking back slows your progress in moving ahead. Peace and healing, smile and be happy.

(((((Fresh))))) I'll share all my love with ya, and we'll sit drinking our wine watching the ships roll in..... or maybe take a cruise of our own

Smile and be happy!

Never judge your happiness by the crass and unfeeling actions of others. Why place the measure of your life in someone elses hands? Fill it with things that make you smile (like friends) and the pain will pass quickly. Smile and be happy

(((((princess))))) A BIG hug for you! Here's to March and a safe homecoming!

SWEET!

(((((Lauri)))))

I've got some dreams for you sweetie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWkWSLEW-Ds

Masters of War
(By Bob Dylan ~ 1973)

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

<-------- loves a good party!

Hi misty my sweet....Hey Max!

You can count on me! Love my Misty and and a good party! I'll make a BIG batch of my famous Kaluah (190 proof) and share it around. That ought to keep the party goin

(((((Sherri))))) We've had this discussion and you know we share like opinions on these topics. I do love my country, but I do fear my government and their manipulation to use their power, making laws to take our rights. Selling America by the barrel.

(((((Fresh))))) We all want to think there is someone just for us...... and I believe!

Thanks sweetie

Something I wrote ...... with my thoughts on it all..... in one of my many moments of.....

Confused Clarity

I sit in silent wonder, to put my thoughts to ink
For lost in my confusion, it always helps me think
A better understanding, is reason for my rhyme
And though I may learn nothing, it does help pass the time

I'm not the worlds richest man, but when I think a while
I'm surely not the poorest, for I can share a smile
And if I had the riches, that so many others crave
Like them, it would be hard to smile, just another slave

Me, I'd always share my wealth, with any man in need
Instead of living off his pain, to wallow in my greed
I'd rather have a simple life, make other people smile
Seek to clean the air we breathe, not worry what's in style

And what is with our government, always preaching fear?
Always raising taxes, and their spending every year
Why must there always be a need, to start another war?
Why can't we take those billions, and start to feed the poor?

Build houses for the homeless, and educate a child
Instead of killing thousands, and say it makes us proud
Wave a flag, we can't salute, then take away the Lord
From state, and church, and home and school, My God! They must be bored!

And how are we supposed to live, with prices on the rise?
Fire all those bureucrats, hire someone wise!
Someone who knows morals, and nobility of cause
Not some jerk who thinks himself, disasters Santa Clause!

Lets do away with money, and pay our way with deeds
Then see how life progresses, and who has special needs
Let's do away with food stamps, put pride into our farms
Start growing food for people, instead of building arms!

It's sad to think our soldiers die, for rights we can't employ
Like liberty and happiness, pursuits we can't enjoy
Our leaders take us deeper, and deeper into debt
And tell us to feel safer, with the little that we get

As usual, I'm still confused, yet put my thoughts to pen
I tell myself "I am but one, where can I begin?"
And now that I have written, I'll end it with this note
I may be poor, and only one, BUT I STILL HAVE A VOTE!