simple country woman..looking for all this site may have to offer..no need for games or pretending to be someone I am not..I like me..I have three kids that are my life..don't like kids then please don't bother me...do not mean to be mean but they are the most important thing in my life..I find pleasure in the simple things...walks in the woods, swims at the river, coffee in the mornings, whippoorwills in the spring...and fireflies are real...the magic of a falling star, hope in every sunrise.. the man I am looking for has the heart of a cowboy..gotta love a dusty pair of tight fitting jeans and the jingle of his spurs.. and is not afraid of romance.. not into things for cheap thrills but my scars all heal so don't ya ever cry for me.. I ain't shamed of where I'm from you always welcome to take a ride through the country... "you're my survival you're my living proof that my loves alive and not dead"..and I'll be the greatest fan of your life would love to find a knight in shining armour...but all my fairy tales have all been written by the Grimm brothers...don't know about happily ever after...just wanna be happy for right now... sorrow is cut in half when shared with a loved one..while joy is double when shared with that same person. Go ahead dream I dare you... PROUD AMERICAN..you wanna burn our flag in the streets thank an AMERICAN SOLDIER for your right to do so.. I support out troops..don't like it don't care...Hats off to the men and women that leave their families and friends to keep me and mine safe and free.. I have an 19 year old son that is a UNITED STATES MARINE never have I been more proud of him..I will continue to pray for him and these heroes and I urge you to do likewise... I have an 18 year old daughter in the AIR FORCE.. OLIVE JUICE SIERRA..I am ever so proud of you..you are doing it baby RUN WITH THE HEROES MY BABIES.. The Final Inspection The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to p. He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his br. 'Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you ? Have you always turned the other cheek ? To My Church have you been true?' The soldier squared his shoulders and said, 'No, Lord, I guess I ain't. Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough. And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime, When the bills got just too steep. And I never ped a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God, forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. I know I don't deserve a place, Among the people here. They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears. If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand. There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod. As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God. 'Step forward now, you soldier, You've borne your burdens well.. Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell.' Author Unknown~