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Hi, I'm a single mom. My son is the apple of my eye; and, is the best Halloween treat (Or would that be a trick?) I ever got!
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4/18/2006

Cute Angel


 OK, BE HONEST, now.....how many of you REALLY ENJOY getting those little angel love notes from every person in your address book? You know the ones I mean, *I love you so here's a too cutesy angel and some mushy poem to prove it...* ~~ BLEH!!  ~~ Like the cute wasn't bad enough, THEN they FORCE you to send it on to others and back to them to prove you read the email! A vicious circle!

 

Well, below is MY version:


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YOU'VE BEEN TAGGED BY THE GOOD LUCK ANGEL!!


HE'S GOOD LUCK BECAUSE HE PROBABLY MADE YA SMILE.


I KNOW I SMILED. LOOKS GOOD DOESN'T HE?

WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED TRYING TO SEE UP HIS LOINCLOTH...WHY NOT COPY THIS ON TO SOME OF YOUR GIRLFRIENDS TO MAKE THEM SMILE, TOO?
 

I JUST GOT ALL THE DROOL   OUT OF MY KEYBOARD!!!

4/6/2006

WOMEN'S STUDY

There is a new study out about women and how they feel about their a**es!
I thought the results were pretty interesting

85% of women think their a** is too fat...
10% of women think their a** is too skinny...

The other 5% say that they don't care, they love him, he's a good man, and they would have married him anyway.

A Good Son ? ? ?

An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

 

Dear Bubba,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Love Dad

 

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

 

Dear Dad

For heaven's sake, dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I Buried the BODIES.

Love Bubba

 

At 4A.M. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

 

Dear Dad

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love Bubba.

Ways To Turn Men Down . . .

HE: Can I buy you a drink?

SHE: Actually I'd rather have the money.

 

HE: I'm a photographer. I've been looking for a face like yours.

SHE: I'm a plastic surgeon. I've been looking for a face like yours.

 

HE: Hi. Didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?

SHE: Must've been once. I never make the same mistake twice.

 

HE: How did you get to be so beautiful?

SHE: I must've been given your share.

 

HE: Will you go out with me this Saturday?

SHE: Sorry. I'm having a headache this weekend.

 

HE: Your face must turn a few heads.

SHE: And your face must turn a few stomachs.

 

HE: Go on, don't be shy. Ask me out.

SHE: Okay, get out.

 

HE: I think I could make you very happy.

SHE: Why? Are you leaving?

 

HE: What would you say if I asked you to marry me?

SHE: Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time.

 

HE: Can I have your name?

SHE: Why? Don't you already have one?

 

HE: Shall we go see a movie?

SHE: I've already seen it.

 

HE: Where have you been all my life?

SHE: Hiding from you.

 

HE: Haven't I seen you some place before?

SHE: Yes. That's why I don't go there anymore.

 

HE: Is this seat empty?

SHE: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

 

HE: So, what do you do for a living?

SHE: I'm a female impersonator.

 

HE: Hey baby, what's your sign?

SHE: Do not enter.

 

HE: Your body is like a temple.

SHE: Sorry, there are no services today.

 

HE: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.

SHE: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

 

HE: Where have you been all my life?

SHE: Where I'll be the rest of your life - in your wildest dreams.

4/1/2006

What is an American?

Written by an Australian Dentist...


To
Kill an American
 
 
You probably missed it in the rush of news last week, but there was actually a report that someone in Pakistan had published in a newspaper an offer of a reward to anyone who killed an American, any American.
 
 
So an Australian dentist wrote an editorial the following day to let everyone know what an American is, so they would know when they found one. (Good one, mate!!!!)
 
 
"An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German, Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek. An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab, or Pakistani or Afghan.
 
 
An American may also be a Comanche, Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho, Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as native Americans.
 
 
An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist, or Muslim.
In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan. The only difference is that in America they are free to worship as each of them chooses.

 
 
An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.
 
 
An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of the world.
The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each person to the pursuit of happiness.

 
 
An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about every other nation in the world in their time of need, never asking a thing in return.
 
 
When Afghanistan was over-run by the Soviet army 20 years ago, Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to win back their country!
 
 
As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more than any other nation to the poor inAfghanistan. Americans welcome the best of everything...the best products, the best books, the best music, the best food, the best services. But they also welcome the least.
 
The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the people who built America.
 
 
Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families. It's been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at least 30 different countries, cultures, and first languages, including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.
 
 
So you can try to kill an American if you must. Hitler did. So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and other blood-thirsty tyrants in the world. But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because Americans are not a particular people from a particular place. They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom. Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.