too funny!

Iceprincess, you and your children are in my prayers.

May the white light of God's love and protection surround you and your
children.

I agree, your poem is a beautiful expression of what friendship is. You
have an incredible caring heart and soul.
Your friend, Venusrose

Ah, Walk's With Wind journey continues...I'm loving this series of
poems. Looking forward to the next adventure.

That was cute...nothing like the sound of children's laughter. Building
a snow witch, how fun!!

That was a very sweet Valentine poem.
Happy Valentine's Day

(glad you are back to writing poems )

Dear God, I want Terisa to receive the healing energy that I'm sending.
Strengthen her heart, restore her in balance in body, mind and spirit.

I also ask healing angels to come to her side, to restore her health.

I visualize and ask all of heaven's support to come to her side, to heal
her, to comfort her and shower her with heavenly love.

Thank you for all your healing love. All is well.

Amen

Hey CCP!

Cheerio the drink is starting to effect my speech!

Hi Morena Cherio

from church to the bar

and it's not even Sunday morning

You have amazing powers, Dane!

That was nice GEL. My dad was a truck driver for almost 50 years.

Sometimes, when I look at my children, I say to myself ~~"Lillian, you
should have remained a virgin."

-- Lillian Carter (mother of Jimmy Carter)


I had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not
pleased to read the description in the catalog: "No good in a bed, but
fine against a wall."

-- Eleanor Roosevelt


The secret of a good sermon is to have a good beginning and a good
ending; and to have the two as close together as possible.

-- George Burns


By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you
get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

-- Socrates


I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.

-- Groucho Marx


I have never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back.

-- Zsa Zsa Gabor


Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food
groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar and fat.

-- Alex Levine

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a
surrogate father to start their family.

On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife
good-bye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer
happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

"Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..."

"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been
expecting you."

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you
know babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a
seat" After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the
couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room
floor is fun. You can really spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and
me!"

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we
try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles,
I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in
and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his
baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.

"Oh my God!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider her
mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the
job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a
good look."

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. And for more than three hours, too. The
mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly
concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots.
Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had
to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your,
um... equipment?"

"It's true, Ma'am, yes. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and
we can get to work right away."

"Tripod?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much
too big to be held in the hand very long."

Mrs. Smith fainted.

Ah, riding in the wind, the freedom to explore, taking you from one
adventure to another. Sounds like my youth...how I miss that feeling.
How I dream to recapture that feeling again.

That was truly beautiful, Txs.

OMG, this site is filled with firing passion today!

Butterflies in your stomach, how sweet to have that experience again.
Best wishes!