"If life is a bowl of cherries, what am I doing in the pits?" ~~~ Bette Midler

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I don't follow the rules,....I make them!
I take my orders from....and make my explanations to .............Jesus Christ alone!
You wanna come along for this ride?....Be my guest! ...........the more the merrier!
Just be sure to fasten your seat belts!!




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I am NOT a Conservative. I never claimed to be. I am NOT a Liberal. I never claimed to be. My profile clearly states that I am a Moderate. That's the way it has always been, and always will be. There is no party that I can agree with all, or most of it's platform. Therefore, I shall remain an Independent. There is one here that claims I am one extreme posing as another. If you choose to believe those lies and paranoid delusions, Then what does that say about you, deary? Guess you've been had! I have never been anything but genuine here, and in the real world. That's the story. If you can't deal with it, get help, and get over yourself!

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I'm a dancer by training and Karma. Come dance with me!




THINK!! ~~



WATCH!! ~~



SIGN!! ~~

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Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe
Golden Girls
Turner Classic Movies

The Color Purple
Dolores Claiborne
Erin Brockovitch
Fried Green Tomatoes
Gone With The Wind
The Celluloid Closet ("cuz I'm in it! LOL)

Sylvia Browne
Seat Of The Soul

Get a Grip!!

I may have been born yesterday, but I've been up all night!

Prevent the aging process, before it prevents you!

These things have to be handled delicately, or you spoil the spell!

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FOR THOSE IN THE CLOSET STILL:




There's not a morning I begin without
A thousand questions running through my mind,
That I don't try to find the reason and the logic
In the world that God designed.
The reason why
a bird was given wings,
If not to fly and praise the sky
With every song it sings.
What's right or wrong,
Where I belong
Within the scheme of things...
And why have eyes that see
And arms that reach
Unless you're meant to know
There's something more?
If not to hunger for the meaning of it all,
Then tell me what a soul is for?
Why have the wings
Unless you're meant to fly?
And tell me please, why have a mind
If not to question why?
And tell me where-
Where is it written what it is
I'm meant to be, that I can't dare
To have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree,
Or have my share of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where, tell me where?
If I were only meant to tend the nest,
Then why does my imagination sail
Across the mountains and the seas,
Beyond the make-believe of any fairy tale?
Why have the thirst if not to drink the wine?
And what a waste to have a taste
Of things that can't he mine?
And tell me where, where is it written what it is
I'm meant to be, that I can't dare-
To find the meanings in the mornings that I see,
Or have my share of every sweet-imagined possibility?
Just tell me where- where is it written?
Tell me where-
Or if it's written anywhere?

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