Good poem, Hanged!

I loved "Broken Bridges"

I like to sit on the portch with a tall glass of soda!

As should we all be, boredchick!

Hillfolk......no.......I was also the first girl tenor at my highschool! I have a wide vocal range...just better at hitting the low notes. Lol!!

I think it's just build in to their job description as a man! I think a lot of men do and don't even know they're doing it, it's like a bad habit! I've farted before too.......but it was always an accident!

I agree completely, txsgal!

I've never been on the Ellen Show, but would love to go!

I've never done Allan Jackson...........yet! lol!!

Could I please have some pineapple chicken, crab rangoon, and beef flavored rice and a diet Sprite......please?

Way too many movies!!! almost 1,000

yep! All you need is a brown paper bag and some Pam spray and the popcorn!

Amen to that, boredchick!

Hey Hillfold........I was in the first girls barbershop quartet at my high school in 196???? I loved it and we had a blast!

This is a poem I wrote just before meeting in person, a guy I'd met online. I ended up going with this guy for over a year! So ladies.....don't give up your dreams or quit trying to find a man....just be safe in doing so and be a little daring and flirty.




Who is this stranger, that keeps my mind wondering,
Is he who he says he is or, is he planning and plundering?
Can he be open and honest, loving and kind?
Will he not play the ritual games with my mind?

Can he be the man I’m dreaming about,
Shooting straight forward without a doubt?
Will he be there with a shoulder, for me to cry upon,
As I will be for him, if it gets to be too trying?

Only some chatting and a phone call or two,
Wanting to meet him but a little hesitant, too.
What will he wear, how will he smell?
Will he hug me and put me in under his spell?

Will he like the same things that I like to do?
But still keeping his own individuality?
Cuddling, soft kisses, just holding each other,
Two hearts beating as one, completing each another.

Who knows what the future will hold,
Stepping forward, daring to be bold.
Yes, we will meet sometime real soon,
Discover and share ourselves, before we are doomed.

I’m excited and hopeful that when we do meet,
We’ll get to know each other well, before sliding t’ween the sheets.
I need completion, happiness and a little bit of repair,
But I won’t give up, or give in to despair!

What about what?

Don't you just love those little things in life that make you feel happy? For instance......... the smell of clean sheets on the bed....eating a fresh, ripe, suculent tomato right out of the garden.....or waking up seeing the sun shine and the birds chirping......., drinking your favorite coffee on the back porch with a breeze slightly blowing the smell of fresh flowers.......having your child give you a bear hug and him telling you "I love you mommy!" I think we tend to forget these little things........so stop and smell the coffee, peopole!

I think this sounds like my ex!