Hot mama's blog: "which are you"

It's The Journey That's Important... By John McLeod Life, sometimes so wearying Is worth its weight in gold The experience of traveling Lends a wisdom that is old Beyond our 'living memory' A softly spoken prayer: "It's the journey that's important, Not the getting there!" Ins and outs and ups and downs Life's road meanders aimlessly? Or so it seems, but somehow Leads us where we need to be, And being simply human We oft question and compare.... "Is the journey so important Or the getting there?" And thus it's always been That question pondered down the ages By simple men with simple ways To wise and ancient sages.... How sweet then, quietly knowing Reaching destination fair: "It's the journey that's important, Not the getting there!"

Dare To by Meiji Stewart Dare to... Ask For What You Want. Believe in Yourself. Change Your Mind. Do What You Love. Enjoy Each And Every Day. Follow Your Heart's Desire. Give More Than You Receive. Have a Sense of Humor. Insist On Being Yourself. Join In More. Kiss and Make up. Love and Be Loved. Make New Friends. Nurture Your Spirit. Overcome Adversity. Play More. Question Conformity. Reach for the Stars. Speak Your Truth. Take Personal Responsibility. Understand More, Judge Less. Volunteer Your Time. Walk Through Fear. X-perience The Moment. Yearn for Grace. be Zany.

What Real Heros Are Made Of Putting it all on the line for their country, They stepped forward when others would baulk. Facing their fears they keep moving forward. Their eyes ever watchful for those that they stalk. They walk through doorways knowing that they are risking, Not going home at the end of the day. All for their love of their country and units, Words can’t explain what their actions convey. Eyes they encounter that stare right through them, Can’t always be trusted to reveal friend or foe. Still they keep hunting to finish their missions. Their orders will tell them when it’s time to go. Back to their spouse, their lovers or families; Their jobs might still be there if they make it home. Friends at the airport will be there to greet them, In the land of the free where the buffalo once roamed. Who will they talk to and explain what they're feeling, And tell their reaction to watching friends die? Will you understand the price they are paying? The cost of your lifestyle has always been high. By rcpollitz

As you trudge down the roads, know that you aren't 'alone' though you fear , deep inside, we are near, right beside, .... WHen you lay down your heads, go to sleep in your beds, we are thinking of you, and all the brave things you do..... As you write us some words, that are earnest in vain, don't forget that we read, and pray for no pain.... If you think of us doing , what ever we do, ... remember, we love you, and that's always true.... While you read our letters with strong interest, remember, take care, and get plenty of rest! Upon working your hardest, and with others at best, do what you must, but, please come home soon to us! Author's Notes: By ladykelshan/lilwinky Written Monday, May 28th, 2006 By lilwinky © 2006 lilwinky (All rights reserved

I love my God and my country, I love our heroes that made us free. I love our freedom rights, I love our peaceful nights. I love my stars and stripes, I love the Air Force fighting in the sun so bright. I love our Infantry fighting on the ground, I love the way the enemy is downed. I love our warriors fighting in many war campaigns, I love real G.I. Joes, who have no complaints. I love them for fighting in blinding storms, I love the meaning of their uniforms. I love to see them in Victory, I love to read about them in History. I love them for 'Ignoring Criticism', I love them for their 'Patriotism'. I love them for being true Americans, I love them whether they are Democrats or Republicans. I love them because they're our neighbors, I love them because they are America's saviors. I love them because they don't fold, I love them both young and old. I would love to shake every soldier's hand, I love them for fighting for all the rights of our land. By FAP © 2006 FAP (All rights reserved)

Put together one Democrat and one Republican, This recipe makes one 'strong American'. In spite of talks about racism, This country is 'loaded with Patriotism'. Our warriors often pay the price, In combat, their life they sacrifice. They are America's long list of 'Heroes' While at home there are a few protesting Zeroes. At war, you try to protect your life, And your freedoms, your children and your wife. Peace is what America stands for, We go into combat only if we're forced into war. Anytime Uncle Sam calls on G.I. Joes, Our troops at a moments notice, are ready to go. We are number one, Second to no 'Son-of-a-Gun'. They march for miles on bleeding feet, They always win, never accept defeat. They risk their lives, earn their pay, God Bless our Military every single day. By FAP © 2006 FAP (All rights reserved)

Do not be afraid to shine. This world needs what you have to give. Open up the areas of your being; Expose them to yourself - to others. You are valuable. You are unique. You have much to give. Do not be afraid to give it. As we risk ourselves, we grow. Each new experience is a risk. We can try, and maybe fail, And, as a result, grow- Or hold back and stagnate. You have the potential To be anything you want. You are free to choose. You are limited only by your fears. Let your dreams take over. Fly with the eagles. Soar into life. The world is waiting for y

His hand wrote home in one single stroke, Piece after piece it just came together. Wars around him stood on the grounds, But the memory of family became real. Some use to think he'd never return, But pictures in his pocket would lead. Times where friends were scattered, Face down in the muds of time. His hand wrote home in one single stroke, The breath of his voice seemed rushed. He knew he was shot a couple times, But he knew one day he'd be loved again. Some people use to think he's not strong, But his heart was stronger than anything. Picture sweet memories some may fade, A kiss on his wedding day will be forever. His hand wrote home in one single stroke, The silences of where he is now remains. He will carry his friends to their homes, But will he be alone? Absolutely not. He laid coffins down where others said leave him, He knelt down in prayer for his own safety. His thoughts swirling as a helicopter takes him up, His hand wrote home in one single stroke. And home is where he remains. By poetic_muses © 2006 poetic_muses (All rights reserved)

A soldier on a lonely hill looks at the destruction all around. No matter what happens here in Iraq, he is honor bound. He feels American pride always in his heart And that he must help this country get a new start. Freedom sometimes is a commodity that runs real low, He and others must make this not so. This fear that dwells in his heart, He must somehow, make depart. He, with pride for his country, will not give in. The people in Iraq must feel freedom, just like him. For all people, have that right And he with his pride, will stay and fight. The fear of death will just have to go away. His fight for freedom stays with him everyday. This pride for the U.S. dwells in his heart. These feelings of pride and love for his country, this soldier tries to impart. He misses his family more than he can say But in his heart, he knows he must stay. If giving up his life is what has to be For freedom, he will give it up freely. To all our military men and women, even though thank you is not enough, thank you is all we have. Thank you for OUR freedom. By COUNTRY GIRL © 2006 COUNTRY GIRL (All rights reserved)

I am the flag of AMERICA, proudly waving the red, white & blue; my stars represent the UNITED STATES, to her I shall ever be true ~ I've been carried into battles, by troops willing to die; and, cover'd the coffins of many So proudly o'er their graves I fly! Placed in the hands of parents, felt their hot tears, my colors stain; as they hugg'd me to their bosoms, for their losses, in deep grief & pain. I've been draped over Crosses amany, For too many years to recall; Representing a land and its losses, with Freedom & Justice for all. I've been tatter'd, cursed & burned, so despised ~ I now carry the scars; in lands far away & by those I call my own, yet still waving my stripes & stars. So proudly my colors, the red, white & blue, With honor and strength I shall wave; o'er the land I call mine, the Great USA, The Home of the Free and The Brave ! Mary Carter Mizrany March 11, 2002 Copyrighted. All rights reserved. God, please bless America !!! www.onwingsoffaith.com By 4preshuslamb © 2006 4preshuslamb (All rights reserved)