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With all the writing I am so impressed to tickle the fancy words from the best What a great bunch of people you are You all keep me raising the bar Your words do tickle your feelings sincere my dear friends I'll raise you a beer!

Bravo! You've got a lot of talent... Now I'm waiting for my other favorite poet...Dreamer...you're up!!

That's what friends are for! Boy I bet you could write a very INTERESTING diary....*l*

Dear Diary, For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a...

We've been trying to get rid of him for years!!!

I'm praying my temper doesn't implode in another thread the rev should explode with all the bull***t that's filled in his head What an arrogant a**H*** and can't see ahead So Dreamer I implore you save my sweet thoughts It's time that the rev was given a toss!

g'morning babe...my thinking cap got stuck to the pillow!:)

Oh listen to the verses flow as we sit before we go A safe and speedy trip is wished to those who got the dispatch kiss Kind of proud to keep all of your company!!!:)

We could all work at Mickey D's with your burger, would you want cheese Or perhaps at Pizza hut but that would swell my tender butt Or Taco Bell, with beans refried a tummy tuck would be needed to resize Or KFC with crispy strips designed to go straight to my hips Nope, I think that I will...

yes dear...nothing in the mail but junk...soups cooking and cats are sleeping..no desk came and neither did my sewing machine needles.. no project=bad poetry...:p

oh please let the load gods shine their light on me tired of getting crapped on which brings me to my knees what a horrific month this last one has been Hope and prayer that we can hold on till it's done too old to cut the mustard on any other job could just drink away my sorrows but which...

All day long, in that lil ol' truck he rides, Nothing but a cell phone there on his side, That's my baby behind that Sprinter wheel, Everyone knows how he makes me feel. He can be gone for weeks at a time, Trying to make an extra nickel or dime. He loves what he does, but hates being gone...

This "joke" says it better than I could put in words. A powerful senator dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance. "Welcome to Heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you...

And don't forget a romantic walk through the prettiest park or sandy beach that you have near you...and hold her hand. A soft little nuzzle on the neck would probably make you pretty popular too.

Oh it is so time to pack up the van I'm hurrying to get-r-done as fast as I can Sliding in that extra pair of socks Where I can find em like a wily old fox It's been a long time since I've hit the road My memory of driving might even have slowed So I'll hitch up my knickers and slide on my...

ok..here's the deal...we're in our sprinters for hours on end and they become pretty personal. And knowing you guys penchant for naming things...what do you call your sprinter and/or cargo van or truck? Ours is fondly called Big Daddy. unless of course something needs fixing...then it...

Well THAT is most certainly true enough...Has Memphis picked up any lately? I'm getting kinda paranoid about waiting there...

And it's very nice to meet you...looking forward to running into you on the road. Hey Eddie...watch yer pockets.....I'm about ready to pick em...:p

So you're looking for talkers eh? *l*... I'm looking forward to loading up the sprinter and heading back out next week with Ken. We do tend to pick up some miles when we're teaming..I kinda took a little time off this summer to get some things done...But look out world..here we come!!!:D

speculation is bobcat or cougar..my quilting buddy that just lives north of town by a few miles spotted one...and heard that cousin Brad had one near his gravel pit..only five miles to the west.