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Name: Pammy
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to sing, paint, do lots of crafts, read, play my guitar, cook, be with my family, laugh with my husband, play with my children, play with my cats, go to Super Wal-Mart, most important spend time with God.
Occupation: Hairstylist
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Member Since:
8/9/2005
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| Well, let's see......Things are going great!! Keeping busy, getting ready to see everyone in July. WE ARE SO EXCITED!! We will be up there July 1-7!!! M&M are getting bug!! Growing up WAY TO FAST! Getting ready to move into our new home. Exciting. Well, that's all.....running around, getting things done, trying to keep sane!! LOTS OF LOVE. C U Soon. | | |
| Well, ice , ice & more ice. That's what we have been up to lately. The kidz have been out of school all week and driving up INSANE!! Work has been slow......Things at church have been very busy... Had a traveling taco today...about cried eating it!! I miss the Kidz Cafe on Saturday's during basketball.  ANYWAY it was good. We miss Beavercreek and all it means to us, friends, family, fun.... We hope to get up there sometime this year. LOVE BE GOOD!!! TTFN, Pammy | | |
| HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS! | | |
| 42 DAY UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!! | | |
| A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when he hears
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP... behind him.
Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street toward him
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...
Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing quickly behind him
faster...
faster...
BUMP...
BUMP...
BUMP...
He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes in, slams and locks the door behind him.
However, the casket crashes through his door, w ith the lid of the casket clapping
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
clappity-BUMP...
on his heels the terrified man runs.
Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.
With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.
Bumping and clapping toward him.
The man screams and reaches for something, anything...
but all he can find is a bottle of cough syrup!
Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...
and,
(hopefully you're ready for this!!!)
the coffin stops. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Pammy | | |
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