blondeflyer7

If you feel good about how you type, don't worry what others think.....so that answer JT would be "No its no wrong" you do whatever makes you happy

Actually I have been working alot lately and I can't get to the DZ as often as I want anymore....But I can't say I lost intrest.....I have went through a very extremely emotional period in my life over the last year or so.. I have been fighting a very bad divorce and there were actually weekends I was tense from my head to toe and I would back down from going.. doing the same as you feeling guilty that I didn't go, but there were also times I went anyway even if I felt that way and was mad at myself because all I did was potato chip in the air....I've had to battle at times knowing my life was interupted by people watching me for my X....I've battled this and I always stray back to my DZ no matter how awful my life was. I've came along way....but I still have a long ways to go. I have a different guilt I guess you could say.....I feel I should have accomplished alot more than I have with my skydiving, but I have a lifetime and I will conquer my goals and dreams. One day at a time.

NICE GUY NICE GUY!!!! hehehehehhe

I resent that comment Mr. Clay not every woman is alike

(((((((((((((BIG))))))))))))))))))))) ((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))))))))......your in my thoughts as always. Whatever happens in the end I know you WILL do whatever it takes to make things work....you've always inspired me and will always have a shoulder if you need one

What you have to think about it??? hehehehe

I'm pretty broke most of the time. Glad to find a girl it isn't an issue with. Not ALL girls think alike.....some of us are very sensible....and being broke is never a quality to look at at a person....money doesn't make that person who they are

Actually I meant in general....too much fighting over the word "money" it shouldn't EVER be a issue with anyone....believe it or not things always work themselves out and to fight over it seems un-necessary....but glad to hear its not a problem with ya.

Unfortunately money is not the issue all the time....it helps you to live but not always to make people happy. It definitely shouldn't be a issue between your SO.

Divorced and proud of it as for if it was before or after....it was during the divorce, which was a good thing it helped boost my self-esteem so much. Being put down by someone for a couple of years sucks and to be able to accomplish what I have even what I'm going through, its well worth it.

"Do you like to control everything or do you let the other SO make thier OWN decisions?" "Do you like to have fun and what do you consider fun?"

I will RUN if my daughter ever does that!!!! ROFL

Yeah that song has a good sound to it!

ok ok how about Tesla's "love song?" Not my favorite but I like the acoustic in it....Can you play that? Second....Led Zepplins "Stairway to heaven"

I used a rig and put pillows in it to look real plus it didn't break my back

I actually did that last Halloween where I worked....I got alot of questions asked of me.. and alot of shocked people....I had the same ones always ask if I jumped lately.

Someone gave me a bottle rocket and i thought it was a sparkler.....I kept talking and it took off in my hand. Thank good ness it didn't blow up

>>>I do love you...but I lust for Dove. Can you guys share?

Well said Clay.....I'm glad to hear someone else feels the same way I do

***Running away because she remembers how mad Lisa was****

One day while I was walking, reading a magazine, waiting for a tram, something bit my foot. I looked down and there was a green leprechaun with his ballshaped head, feeling my shoelaces. He was a charming young man and desperately seeking a wig, one that would impress even the most hairy woman. he asked for help, So I came up with this Idea: I would take a razor, pull down my socks and give him my leg hair in exchange for advice on down-sizing my portfolio and some gold so I could witness first-hand the life of the rich and not have to be post whore for the rest of my life (a military post that is). He accepted the deal with one condition, he would need my left-over potatoes from lunch and a furry critter for him to play with. I said "But I gave you the very hair from my ankle" He than said "Bitch, where is my money! I WANT my money!!!"so I kindly nudged Lummy who was sitting next to me and he said: "Maybe we should kick back, and offer a beer to this Leprechaun *He looks like he needs one". Then Clay came along and said:"hell no just give him a ride on my wee sheep overthere". "That's no sheep!" said Lummy in disgust, thats Nathan the hypopatimus and he has the hairiest balls I've ever seen!!!. Clay was offended and bent over just to see if Nathan's balls were as hairy as everyone said they were. To his surprise, he discovered he had no balls! So he said...wait I found them the were the biggest he had ever seen as well.......they were the size of......canolopes

One day while I was walking, reading a magazine, waiting for a tram, something bit my foot. I looked down and there was a green leprechaun with his ballshaped head, feeling my shoelaces. He was a charming young man and desperately seeking a wig, one that would impress even the most hairy woman. he asked for help, So I came up with this Idea: I would take a razor, pull down my socks and give him my leg hair in exchange for advice on down-sizing my portfolio and some gold so I could witness first-hand the life of the rich and not have to be post whore for the rest of my life (a military post that is). He accepted the deal with one condition, he would need my left-over potatoes from lunch and a furry critter for him to play with. I said "But I gave you the very hair from my ankle" He than said "Bitch, where is my money! I WANT my money!!!"so I kindly nudged Lummy who was sitting next to me and he said: "Maybe we should kick back, and offer a beer to this Leprechaun *He looks like he needs one". Then Clay came along and said:"hell no just give him a ride on my wee sheep overthere". "That's no sheep!" said Lummy in disgust, thats Nathan the hypopatimus and he has the hairiest balls I've ever seen!!!. Clay was offended and bent over just to see if Nathan's balls were as hairy as everyone said they were. To his surprise... the were the biggest he had ever seen as well.......they were the size of......canolopes

One day while I was walking, reading a magazine, waiting for a tram, something bit my foot. I looked down and there was a green leprechaun with his ballshaped head, feeling my shoelaces. He was a charming young man and desperately seeking a wig, one that would impress even the most hairy woman. he asked for help, So I came up with this Idea: I would take a razor, pull down my socks and give him my leg hair in exchange for advice on down-sizing my portfolio and some gold so I could witness first-hand the life of the rich and not have to be post whore for the rest of my life (a military post that is). He accepted the deal with one condition, he would need my left-over potatoes from lunch and a furry critter for him to play with. I said "But I gave you the very hair from my ankle" He than said "Bitch, where is my money! I WANT my money!!!"so I kindly nudged Lummy who was sitting next to me and he said: "Maybe we should kick back, and offer a beer to this Leprechaun *He looks like he needs one". Then Clay came along and said:"hell no just give him a ride on my wee sheep overthere". "That's no sheep!" said Lummy in disgust, thats Nathan the hypopatimus and he has the harriest balls I've ever seen!!!. Clay was offended and...

And the scary thought is that I was gonna let you coach me......but now, I'm not so sure

Some of us women are very independant!!!! I could care less about men's money.