I just cut off my long hair and donated it to Locks of Love. I also shaved off my mustache. So there is a new version of me...feel free to share comments. I am single and divorced since 2002.
Looking for someone (eventually) to work together towards a better life with. Someone to just meet and hang out with the possibility of dating if both parties are interested.

For the Cowboys fans:
Brett Favre, after living a full life, died. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Packers flag in the window.
"This house is yours for eternity, Brett," said God. "This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here."
Brett felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house. On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a blue and silver sidewalk, a 50 foot tall flagpole with an enormous Dallas Cowboys' flag, and in every window a Cowboys silver star.
Brett looked at God and said, "God, I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question. I was an all-pro QB, I won 2 Super Bowls, and I even went to the Hall of Fame."
God said, "So what do you want to know, Brett?"
"Well, why does Tony Romo get a better house than me?"
God chuckled and said, "Brett, that's not Tony Romo's house; it's mine."

If you write me I will be considerate and at least reply. I'm not going to keep writing you if you do not write back...no time for that. Not replying would be rude. If you do not reply I can only assume you have other interests. I do not mean to sound rude...only honest. I recently received my certificate in Management with highest honors in 2005. I finished for my AAS in Management in the fall 2008 and my AAS in Business this spring semester 2009. I like to play hockey and have fun at the lake riding watercraft and going fishing. My family lives nearby and I enjoy spending time with them. If you have any questions...let me know.

A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose."

YOU MIGHT BE A HOCKEY FAN IF.....

You punish your kids with "minors," "majors," and "misconducts."

You consider the Forum in Montreal a place of worship.

You keep a picture of the Stanley Cup in your wallet in front of the picture of your family.

Instead of duct tape, you use hockey tape to fix everything.

You know the difference between "The Garden," "The Gahden," and "The Gardens."

You call a trip to the Hockey Hall of Fame a "pilgrimage."

When someone refers to "The Classics," you think they're talking about the Original Six.

Your cure for everything is a couple extra-strength aspirin and a shot of Novocain.

You can pronounce anything in French, yet you have no idea what it means.

Every time you hear a siren you wonder who scored.

You can say "Khabibulin," "Tkachuk," "Jagr," "Leschyshyn" and "Tverdovsky" without getting tongue-tied

Every time you see the name "Roy" you automatically pronounce it "Wah."

You still remember which teams were in the Patrick, Smythe, Norris and Adams divisions and which divisions were in the Campbell and Prince of Wales conferences.

You refer to your team's enforcers as "chippy players" and you refer to other teams' enforcers as complete maniacle goon idiots!!!

When you're at a game, you're not bothered when your kid drops an F bomb...but when he says "shutout" before the game is over, you threaten to wash his mouth out with soap.

You wonder what Miroslav Satan did to become the Prince of Darkness and Ruler of Hell.

You think the proper way to spell the plural of "leaf" is "leafs."

You hear the name "Gorbachev" and wonder "what team does HE play for?"

You find yourself saying "don't worry, life is too short" October will be here before you know it.

You know who Tretiak is.

Your excuse for falling asleep at lunch has been "the game went into double overtime" more than twice.

You only watch the hockey parts in Happy Gilmore.

You've stopped on a "Cooking with Helga" television show because you heard the word "icing."

Every time you see a first-grader with a missing front tooth, Theo Fleury immediately comes to mind.

You no longer think of Darcy as a girl's name.

You hear "Welcome To The Jungle" every time a song comes on, no matter what it is.

You think there are three periods in basketball.

You cried when Wayne Gretzky retired.

You have June, July, August, September, and October counted down on ALL your calendars.

You see a bumper sticker that says "Jesus Saves" and immediately think, "Gretzky scores!!!!"

Your kids learn the difference between drive-bys and shootouts while they are on a frozen river.

If in church the Preacher shouts out "oh, Great One" and you start lookin' for Wayne's entrance.

You buy season tickets when you can't afford them.

You name the balls on the pool table after players, by the number on the ball.

You give your six-month old niece a hockey puck to use as a teething ring...

You refer to every player on the roster by their nickname, and know every pre-game ritual.

When someone tells you to look on the top shelf and you immediately look for a hockey goal somewhere.

You use a hockey puck as a paperweight.

You consider taking your vacation time to use to attend every All-Star Weekend within reach.

You keep a hockey stick in your car at all times, just in case a game should HAPPEN to break out.

You know the names of every championship cup for every league.

You can name every team your favorite player played for, and the years, and the number he wore.

You get in arguments online over whether or not it was a goal, and whether or not Lindy Ruff is a cry baby.

You load up on pasta and various other carbs to load up on energy for spectating, heckling the opposing goalie, booing the refs, etc.

You no longer flinch at the pucks flying at the glass.

When someone says that they dropped their gloves, you immediately ask "Who won the fight?"

You thought "Face/Off" was a movie about hockey.

You aren't ashamed to admit that you've seen all the Mighty Ducks movies, and can recite key parts. ("Goalie's bored, Fulton scored...")

You know which referees are biased against your team.

You call in sick to work on game days to start your tailgate party & "mentally prepare" for the game.

You add the names of hockey players to your nightly prayers.

Every Halloween you dress u

First Date Well hmm...before a possible first meeting we should get to know a little about each other. I am honest, responsible, a single parent part-time, drug and disease free, have a job, like pets, have a home and try to take good care of it, I am honest and faithful, prefer to only date one woman, love to cook, actually care about other people's feelings, and I have a daughter that I spend time with on a regular basis. Maybe we can be friends? I'm ok with that too...I would love to have someone to skate or workout with. Want to go for a walk in the park?