Hi Im Amy Im 36(OLD).. I Have 2 Kids I Love so very very much..I like being in my yard, having bbq's with my family, camping,fishing, having a good time..I am very outspoken, but i have a great personality...im not very pretty but im fun to talk with...I don't try to impress..I am who i am love me or hate me your choice...If you want to know anything else just ask me ill tell ya !! ;0)
On The Line
On the line is a reminder of sacrifice, of tragedy,
of a life lost so we may live free.
On the line is a symbol, a symbol of a fallen comrade,
a son, a daughter, a brother or sister.
On the line is a sign of the times, of conflict and despair,
of war and hatred.
On the line is the lives of so many, being fought for
our way of life.
On the line is our freedom, and a reminder of how
scarce and fleeting it truly is.
On the line is our fallen warriors,
who will never come home.
On the line is a simple pair of boots, withering in the
sweltering heat in a far away land .
On the line is everything we stand for and the reason
we should stand on the line by their side.
Man, I'll tell ya, women can be cold until the end!
The doctor, after an examination, sighed and said, 'I've got some bad news. You have cancer, and you'd best put your affairs in order.'
The woman was shocked, but managed to compose herself and walk into the waiting room where her daughter had been waiting. 'Well, daughter, we women celebrate when things are good, and we celebrate when things don't go so well.. In this case, things aren't well. I have cancer. So, let's head to the club and have a martini.'
After 3 or 4 martinis, the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more martinis. They were eventually approached by some of the woman's old friends, who were curious as to what the two were celebrating. The woman told her friends they were drinking to her impending end, 'I've been diagnosed with AIDS.' The friends were aghast, gave the woman their condolences and beat a hasty retreat.
After the friends left, the woman's daughter leaned over and whispered, 'Momma, I thought you said you were dying of cancer, and you just told your friends you were dying of AIDS! Why did you do that??'
'Because I don't want any of those bitches sleeping with your father after I'm gone.'
And THAT, my friends, is what is called, 'Putting Your Affairs In Order.'
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY...
Women are like phones: They like to be held, talked to, and touched often.
But push the wrong button and your ass is disconnected!