Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had never been much more than a presence they feared.
Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.
Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either.
If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it.
I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town.
The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job.
Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel.
An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids.
She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night
until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night.
As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage.
The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires!
There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires.
Had angels taken up residence in Indiana ? I wondered
I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.
Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids.
I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning.
Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe.
A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine.
The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes.
I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside, and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans.
Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items.
And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
2. "Not yet."
3. "I have something better in mind."
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar.
You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.
My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you.
Please pass this to at least four people you want to be blessed and a copy back to me.
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let's continue to pray for one another. Here is the prayer:......
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.
Monday, September 10, 2007
A TEENAGER'S VIEW OF HEAVEN
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class.
The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his
father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever
wrote.." It also was the last.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving
home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in
Pickaway C ounty and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck
unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
The Moores framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family
portraits in the living room. "I think God used him to make a point. I think
we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of
the essay. She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life afte r
death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him."
Brian's Essay: The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room.
There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with
small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles
by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched
from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very
different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my
attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began
flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I
recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew
exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my
life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and s mall, in a
detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled
with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and
exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense
of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if
anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The
titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird "Books I Have Read,"
"Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed at." Some
were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my
brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger",
"Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be
surprised by the contents.
Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I
hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. C ould
it be possible that I had the time in my years to fill each of these
thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each
was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "TV Shows I have watched", I realized the
files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet
after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it,
shamed, not so much by the quality of shows but more by the vast time I knew
that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through
my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size and
drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content.
I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal
rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: No one must ever see these
cards! No one must ever see this ro om! I have to destroy them!" In insane
frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it
and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the
floor, I could not dislo dge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out
a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my
forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With."
The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled
on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my
hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They
started in my stomach an d shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I
cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file
shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this
room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the
tears, I saw Him.
No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as
He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His
response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw
a sorrow deeper than my own.
He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every
one? Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me
with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my
head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over
and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't
say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of fi les. Starting at one end of
the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over
mine on each ca rd. "No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say
was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these
cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name
of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood. He gently took the card
back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll
ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I
heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and
He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still
cards to be written.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."-Phil. 4:13 "For God
so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believe s in Him
sh all not perish but have eternal life." If you feel the same way forward it
so the love of Jesus will touch their lives also. My "People I shared the
gospel with" file just got bigger, how about yours?
You don't have to share this with anybody, no one will know whether you did
or not, but you will know and so will He.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
I have done some searching and found that God is truly a wonderful God and I want to tell the world about his love and grace. I recently posted on myspace about the what is a christian and I am telling people I see about God and my 5 yr old is telling people about Jesus and that he died on the cross to save us that is to awesome I just thought I would share.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Main Entry: 1Chris·tian
Pronunciation: 'kris-ch&n, 'krish-
Etymology: Latin christianus, adjective & noun, from Greek christianos, from Christos
1 a : one who professes belief in the teachings of Jesus Christ b (1) : DISCIPLE 2 (2) : a member of one of the Churches of Christ separating from the Disciples of Christ in 1906 (3) : a member of the Christian denomination having part in the union of the United Church of Christ concluded in 1961
1a is a firm belief because the teachings is very important but, what you do with the teachings is where my opinion of the meaning comes in to play. I feel that to be a true christian not only do I need to believe in God but, I must strive to live the way He wants me to live. To be Christ like in every way, with EVERY aspect of my life the way I talk the way I dress and what I listen too. I know some claim to be a Christian but if we look at the way they live do they glow with Christ if I were to stand before God today what would He see? I am turning my life around I am praying and I am trying to live with Christ alive in my spirit. I want to have God say well done my good and faithful servant. Being a christian is not a thing or a club it is not "going to church" it is a relationship with our Lord Jesus Christ and allowing Him to shine through so we may witness and minister to those that do not believe, are hurting,down or are searching for something to hold on to. A relationship more personal then one we have with our spouses one so special that we can feel Him even if we do not always hear him. As people condemn Christians how wrong are they? can we truly stand up and say yes I am a christian and my life reflects it? Who is to say who is a Christian? Only God.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
well my friends as the countdown continues my time left with you is short. after tomorrow I will be gone for a while. I am not sure where I am going as to I will not have a home and I am not sure when I will be back if I do get back. My computer is going to storage and I and my family will be seeking shelter. I really enjoy blogging and meeting new people and I know that life will go on even if I am not online. someone asked what my dream home would be and this is what I told them. A home that has four walls a roof and a sound floor one with no broken windows and a door. a wall that faces north south east and west. no particular color is needed as long as it protects. So long for now and thank you for coming to see me off!
Friday, June 01, 2007
On the first day, God created the dog and said: "Sit all day by the door
of your house and bark at anyone who
comes in or walks past. For this, I will >give you a life span
of Twenty years."
The dog said: "That's a long time to be barking. How about only
ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?"
So God agreed.
On the second day, God created the monkey and said: "Entertain
people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For
this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."
The monkey said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a
pretty long time to perform. How about I give you
back ten like the dog did?"
And God agreed.
On the third day, God created the cow and said: "You must go
into the field with the farmer all day long and
suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the
farmer's family For this, I will give you a life span
of sixty years."
The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live
for sixty years. How about twenty and I'll give
back the other forty?"
And God agreed again.
On the fourth day, God created man and said: "Eat, sleep, play,
marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you
But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my
twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten
the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes
"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."
So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play
and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we
slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years
we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren.
And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at
Life has now been explained to you...
Sometimes we wonder,
"What did I do to deserve this?"
or "Why did God have to do this to me?"
Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how
everything is going wrong,
she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up
with her and her best friend is moving away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks
her daughter if she would like a snack,
and the daughter says,
"Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?"
"Would you like some flour then?
Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies:
"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves.
But when they are put together in the right way,
they make a wonderfully delicious cake!"
God works the same way.
Many times we wonder why He would let us
go through such bad and difficult times.
But God knows that when He puts these things
all in His order, they always work for good!
We just have to trust Him and, eventually,
they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you.
He sends you flowers every spring
and a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.
He can live anywhere in the universe,
and He chose your heart.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
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Friday, May 18, 2007
This is Jacqueline Saburido on September 19, 1999.
This is her and her Father, 1998.
This is her on Vacation in Venezuela.
Birthday party as a child.
At a party with friends.
The car in which Jacqueline traveled. She was hit by another car that was driven by a 17-year old male student on his way home after drinking a couple of hard packs with his friends. This was in December 1999.
After the accident Jacqueline has needed over 40 operations.
Jacqueline was caught in the burning car and her body was heavily burnt during around 45 seconds.
With her Father, 2000.
Three months after accident.
Without a left eyelid Jacquie needs eye drops to keep her vision.
Now 20 year old, he cannot forgive himself for driving drunk on that night three years ago.
He's aware of devastating Jacqueline Saburidos life.
Not everyone who gets hit with a car dies. This picture was taken 4 years after the accident and the doctors are still working on Jacqueline, whose body was covered with 60% severe burnings.
This is all to real one fatal night a beautiful girl full of promise and a future has had her life destroyed because of a drunk driver please don't let friends, family or any one drive drunk!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
even though you have gone to see God tomorrow is mothers day and for the two beautiful children you left behind and the two beautiful stepchildren Happy mothers day and we all miss you. life has not been the same and there have been some holes that are slowly healing but will never be completely gone. with out your smiles life will be very different and for that I am saddened but you are no longer suffering and for that I am grateful. so here is to the mother that always thought of her children and loved them very much Happy Mothers day to you.
Friday, May 11, 2007
1. Receptionist magno humphries
2. pizza delivery driver
Four movies I can watch over and over
1. Anything shirley temple
2. John Wayne
3. Phantom of the opera
Four places I have lived
1. The Dalles, OR
2. Dufur, OR
3. Beaverton, OR
4. Kirkland, Washingon
Four television shows I love to watch
1. Brothers and sisters
2. Ghost hunters
3. young and the restless (yes I like a soap)
4. perry mason
Four places I have been on vacation
2. silver falls
3. Oregon coast
4. woods camping
Four of my favorite dishes
1. stir fry
Four websites I visit daily
1. just a thought
2. dailey gratefulness
3. just being me
Four places I would rather be right now
1. on a motorcycle
2. at disney land
So if you want to play along, post the answers to these questions on your blog and let me know so I can check it out.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
For the record, just because you live in a small town, doesn't mean you want to live in a small town.
Post your percentage in the subject!
Have you ever…
( x) have you ever lived in the country?
(x ) shot a gun?
(x ) own a gun?
(x ) hunted?
(x ) driven a truck?
( ) chewed tobacco?
(x ) gone camping?
(x ) listened to country?
(x ) owned a country cd?
(x ) fished?
(x ) worn a cowboy hat?
( ) worn cowboy boots?
Subtotal = 5
(x ) ridden a horse?
(x ) seen a farm?
(x ) worked on a farm?
( x) lived on a farm?
(x ) fed a farm animal?
( ) worn carhartt?
( x) lived in a small town?
(x) worked on a car?
(x ) seen a nascar race?
( ) been to a nascar race?
( ) been to an oval track?
(x ) seen a demolition derby?
( ) seen a figure 8 race?
(x ) talked on a cb radio?
(x ) had a cb in your car?
( ) seen smokey and the bandit more than 10 times?
(x ) watched the dukes of hazzard?
(x ) owned more than two cars that don’t run?
(x ) been to a junkyard
( ) been a racist
(x) been in a ford vs. chevy argument?
() gone cow tipping? (it was when I was a kid! Sheesh)
( ) went frog gigging?
( ) had to ponder whether your family said tire or tower?
( ) been sprayed with deer pee?
(x ) worn camo?
( ) ridden a 4-wheeler?
( ) owned a cabin
(x ) went swimming in the pond?
( ) drank white lightening? (moonshine)
(x ) had your whole family on the front porch?
(x ) thought that wal-mart was the coolest place ever?
( ) own a shirt with a rebel flag?
(x) eaten venison (deer meat)?
(x ) cooked over a fire?
(x ) ever been muddin?
( ) ate squirrel?
Now multiply your score by 2 and post it as “I’m –% redneck”.
YEEHAWW! If your redneck score is over 50%, you can officially call yourself a redneck
Friday, May 04, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
This is my Husband Rich. He is an interesting person. We do not always get along and over the last almost 12 years we could have split. I have to say that if I had not chosen to love him I would not be married now. I do not always like him but with the help of God I do love him. He can be selfish but what man isn't at times? and yes he thinks I know what he is thinking but I still like to hear it once in a while. When my cousin died he was there, when my mom had the stroke he was there. at my sisters wedding even though he hates crowds he was there. so even though I don't always say it my husband does care and support me even though I and he has changed. I just thought I would share.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Happy Birthday to my husband.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
When we love someone we should not hurt them. We take vows to love, honor, cherish but somewhere somehow those vows seem to get lost. not on purpose but I think they get forgotten. maybe people lose sight of the love, and everyday life tends to drag them down. I take my vows seriously, I try my best to make him happy but, these days he never seems to be. I hoped getting a house would help but I don't know. this is not what I thought it would be. I see some people they have a wonderful marriage, even when they have gray hair and wrinkles. I thought I would have someone to love me for who I am regardless of how much weight I have gained. but I lost it somewhere. the look is not there anymore, the pet names how do I get it back or am I lost to it forever. I know one thing if I have lost it, I will not EVER do it again. one miserable time is enough to last me a life time.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
It is better to trust in the Lord Than to put our confidence in man.
WOW talk about amazing this whole time I have been seeking God and not once until today was I even aware of this verse. I am grateful that I have a God that I can turn to. remember the "argument" I had with God well He said "when you trust me"
I started to trust and we have a house that we can move into as soon as it closes and I don't have to stress anymore. God is good and I thank Him for the things he is doing and will continue to do.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Totally rely on God
Respect that God has His own time
Understand that Gods will may not be mine
Seek Gods will in my life
Thank God for the blessings He has bestowed
This is a hard lesson and my frustration level is through the roof. I am weary of the stress between my family and I am so tired I have times that I just want to hide. If I just TRUST I think my life will be a whole lot easier.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Saturday, March 10, 2007
my kids not loving me, us being homeless, not being able to make something OK, being a bad mommy, losing one of my parents, losing one of my kids, not being the way God wants me to be , not making it in to Heaven, dieing. but I could not say those things to a 5 year old. I know that even though I tend to yank the reigns back that God will watch over me if I give him the chance. I often have to release the controls so that God can direct my life in the way He wants it to go. I have fears but, I have confidences too. God is never late, God will carry me unless, I refuse to listen then, I will land on my ever loving bum in the sand. I also know that no matter what God will always win the tug of war. so If I can stop being human and let God do everything than I might be less of a mess but, I am human and I will always get in a hurry and end up covered in mud all over again. Lord Help me to rely on you and help me to trust that what ever happens you will take care of me. grant me mercy and give me wisdom. I am looking for you to bring the answers open my heart and ears to listen so that I can hear your still small voice. Amen
Friday, March 09, 2007
My son Hunter he is 9 and a good kid.
My 5 year old going on Adult Daughter Khirali.
My Husband Rich.
We have been married almost 12 years and I have to say it has been a journey in which I will never forget. My son has some special needs and it has been a time of retraining ourselves to know that he has certain ways in which he is able to do things and I am not expecting him to do things right all of the time. He is doing well we just got done doing the science fair the pic is from him doing the project. My daughter lets see she is very smart ready for school and is excited to be learning in preschool. she is full of life or something and she lets you know whats on her mind. well I think that sums it up ladies and gents here is my family.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Who would have thought that there are 2 people with the name Billie Haberman in the entire US. go figure. I just thought you would find it interesting. How many people have your name? I would love to hear from you, tell me how many people have your name. I put in my daughters name and it came back with no one has her name. I find it very interesting to know that. I got this from another party goer Just another day in Paradise.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
- to hear Gods voice
- to see Gods will in my life
- to feel peace that only God can bring
- to know that I am moving in Gods direction
- worship the Lord with all of my heart and know He hears me.
I am tired and I am frustrated and I am scared that I am not doing what God wants me to do. I am human with flaws and insecurities I am no better than anyone else I have the same hopes and dreams as any normal person yet I am different. the thing is I wish I could say I am happy being different but, apart of me is not happy at all.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
100 things about Billie
- I am blonde
- my eyes are blue
- I have two kids
- I have been married for 11 years
- I love to read
- I love egg nog lattes (decaf)
- I read a lot
- I hate house work
- I have two cats, two dogs and two newts
- I love to write
- I am a bus driver
- my real name is Billie
- I hate shoes and socks
- I love classical music
- I watch cartoons
- I love mystery
- I have another id on myspace
- my favorite color is purple
- I have a website called prayer journal
- I love german food
- I love to color
- I volunteer in a special needs class
- I know sign laungage
- I wrote a book
- I think to much
- I love to dance
- I love to sing
- I read to my kids
- I have a beta named frederick
- eeyore is my favorite winne the pooh character
- I watch walker texas ranger
- I love ginger peach tea with french vanilla creamer
- I make awesome cheesecakes
- rose is my favorite flower
- Honeysuckle is the most beautiful smelling flower
- I do not drink much pop any more
- I like candles
- I wish on the first star
- I wrote a letter to santa
- I love to challenge my brain
- I listen to the phantom of the opera
- I love trucks
- I want a motor cycle
- I like to ride horses
- I read my friends blog for fun
- I hate fish
- I am allergic to clams
- I laugh at drunk people
- I like to take pictures
- I jump on the trampoline
- I love to stop and smell flowers
- I like to go for walks
- I love to swim
- I wear glasses
- I wear contacts
- I dyed my hair burgundy once
- I love the beach
- Christmas is my favorite time of year
- I have anniversaries of my 29th birthday
- I have 4 neices and 5 nephews
- I am to loyal sometimes
- I have had my best friend for 21 years
- I hate cabbage
- love sour kraut
- I like death by chocolate ice cream
- I love home made jam
- I want to learn to water ski
- I am my sons cub scout leader
- I am into country music
- I can not draw
- I love to paint
- I see people and try to see all the good in them
- I jump in leaves
- I love water fights
- snow is my favorite thing to play in
- I like yatzee
- I do not like risk (the game)
- I want to start a resturant
- I have been in a plane
- I went to college
- I wanted to be a teacher
- I watch clouds
- I like bubble baths
- I like to go 4 wheelin
- I want to own my own house
- I love to laugh
- I play video games
- I like skunks
- I like kareoke
- I kill my house plants except bamboo
- I go to church
- I love to share with my friends
- I bbq all year round
- I lived in a town called Dufur
- I am tickleish
- I blush
- I love my family
- I blow kisses to my son when he gets on his bus
- I collect wind chimes
- I get migraines
this was tuff but I did it can you?