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March 03 WHERE IS TRUE LOVE?I originally posted this poem at a forum site and now decided to post it here for my friends and family to read if they don't use the forums.
Where is true love?
Does it really exist at all?
Perhaps it's just hiding somewhere I have yet to look.
I thought I had found true love before,
but that love vanished like the early morning fog.
Young love is often shallow.
The boy says he loves, yet wants me to change.
He wants a dew kissed rose, perfect and beautiful,
yet the flower in front of him is a dusty, roadside daisy.
The seed was planted long ago,
a daisy can never be something it wasn't created to be.
As time passes, love changes;
as a young adult, I thought I knew what true love was.
I thought I had found a treasure,
one that had laid buried for many years.
That love sparkled like gold and shimmered like diamonds,
it was precious and dear.
Yet again, love was taken away.
My treasure was buried in my heart,
but it was a shallow pit, the treasure not guarded.
Like the swashbuckling buccaneers,
I didn't realize the value of the treasure before me.
Love that's hoarded is not love at all.
I've heard of rumors of true love,
I know that it must exist.
Jesus taught us what true love looks like,
so why is it so hard to find?
Why is the love in the world today so shallow;
why can't people find true love and hold onto it?
Where is the true love that lasts through the good and the bad?
Where is the true love that lasts "til death do we part"?
I keep looking for that kind of love,
true love that doesn't fade away like the evening sun;
love that not only stands in the warmth of the spring,
but also withstands the cold blasts of winter.
I can now feel the true love in my heart,
it was put there to share.
What good is love if not used?
Where is the one for whom it was put there?
That love is for someone special,
for one who also knows what it means to love forever.
Are there still people in this world who know true love?
Where is the man who will see the beauty in a daisy
when what he really wants is a rose?
Where is the man who can survive in the small desert
until he reaches the cool, refreshing water of the oasis?
I understand true love,
I see it in my own life as my Lord showers it on me daily.
I've been on the sun-kissed mountaintops,
I've been in the dismal valleys.
Through it all, my Lord is there;
his love never failing, especially in the darkest times.
Does this love exist anywhere else?
Jesus is the living example of perfect love.
Although mankind may fall far short of perfection,
true love must exist beyond the shallowness.
I've learned what true love is,
but wonder if it exists outside of my own imagination.
Where is true love? MISSING YOUThis is a poem I wrote to one of my friends. I won't say who only it's to a guy I know. He doesn't even know it's for him, but I think he's smart enough to figure it out when he reads it. I'll wait to see if he guesses. If not, I'll have to give him a clue.
I don't really know you, yet I do.
I've never heard your voice, but I've heard your heart.
The heart can tell me much,
the heart is the true window to the soul.
Your heart weeps for the poor and the hurting,
it cries with pain for the grief of others.
Your heart leaps with joy with each new day,
it finds comfort in the little things in life.
I know you have love in your heart,
love for those you know and those you don't.
I can see the love in the encouraging words
and the listening, sympathetic ear.
That love springs forth with your concerns for others,
setting your own desires aside.
Even when controversy comes your way,
your heart exudes a sense of peace.
Not just the peace of man,
but a peace that surpasses the world's.
You hunger for God,
you thirst for his truth.
Your heart yearns to follow the Lord,
yet when you fail, you go on,
always seeking to reconnect with the One,
the One who dwells in your heart.
Your heart leads you to be who you are;
an honest, open, and wonderful friend.
I don't know your name, or maybe I do.
All I know for sure is that with every day that passes,
a day without seeing you,
my heart feels so empty
and I'm left alone, missing you. September 29 FAST SUMMERS I was sitting out on my back stoop about a week ago, taking a break from doing some yard work. As I sat there drinking my iced tea and watching the birds and butterflies, my attention drifted to the cloud formations and then to the way the sun "winked" through the leaves of the trees to form lacy shadows on the grass below the tree. The cool breeze felt even cooler blowing through my wet hair and lightly touching my sweat-soaked t-shirt. The smells of the first fall leaves on the ground and the damp soil brought back many wonderful memories. Suddenly, the questions ran through my head ... "Where do the summers go? Why do they seem to appear and disappear within only a few short weeks?"
I remembered the many summers of my childhood. Those summers seemed to last forever! As soon as school was out for the year, the fun began. How can I ever forget playing in the local creek, the daily (so it seems) pick-up baseball games, and riding my bike until the last minute before I just had to be home? Mom had a hard and fast rule ... when the streetlamps came on, I had better be on the front porch. However, unless there was something to do as a family, the time between waking in the morning and those streetlamps coming on was mine to do almost anything my heart desired. And I took full advantage of those summer days. Even though some kids may consider sitting still for hours at a time staring at the clouds or watching the shadows dance on the ground a waste of time, I also did a lot of those things. There were also the nights for sleep-overs, and those not inside the house. I'd go to a friend's house or they would come to mine and we'd spread our sleeping bags out on the porch and sleep there, after long hours of laying there talking about the day. Each of those summer days seemed to be weeks long and the summer itself to be a year.
But not now. Where do the summers go? As I sat there on the stoop, I asked myself, "summer just started last week didn't it?" No, not really, it's already the end of September. How did that happen? I mean, just last week I was still waiting for the warmth of spring ... well, it seems like it was just last week. What a waste! The whole summer flew by and here I am getting the house ready for the cold winds of winter. Why? When did summers shrink from a few months to a few weeks? Then I realized, it's all my fault. Summers are still at least three months long. I just get so wrapped up in the adult routine of waking up, going to work, coming home to even more work and projects, and then going to bed. There are no creeks to play in, no ball games to play, and no bikes to ride. There's just not enough time. Or is there?
This may sound childish or fanciful, but I want my summers back ... real summers. Summers of creeks, ball games, and bikes. I want summers of picturing animals in the clouds and shadows that really danced on the ground. I want to catch fireflies in the yard and eat ice cream in a cone on the dark front porch. Sure, I may not be able to get a three month vacation away from work the same way I did from school, but I can reclaim those summer days and nights after work to do ... well ... nothing. Or at least nothing important. I think it's time I stop taking my whole life so seriously and start being a kid again.
So can I really reclaim summers and make them any longer? Summer will always be but a few months long, but at least I should be able to enjoy those days for those few months instead of only the isolated time when I may be taking a break from yard work. My neighbors may think I've lost my mind, but I'm going to play in the rain and splash in the puddles. I'm going to climb a tree or roll in the grass. I'm going to catch fireflies and butterflies just to watch them crawl on my hand. I'm going to turn over rocks to see what lives under them. I'm going to blow the "fuzz" off dandelions even though I'll have more grow in my yard. And yes, I'm going to see the animals in the clouds and the shadows really dancing under the trees. Could life be any better? I don't think so. June 05 LOVE OR WAR? I really didn't know what to title this blog, but love or war seemed appropriate. This blog is a slightly altered response I sent to one of my good friends. She had e-mailed me with her opinions about the war in Iraq and asked the question "why do people hate so much?" There was more to the letter and I addressed all of the points. I felt a need to write this blog so that other people may know my feelings about the events happening around our country and the world.
Nothing our government does in Iraq is going to make a bit of difference, especially since those people don't want to change. I don't see how killing "x" number of people of a particular group is going to do anything to change the minds of those left standing. In fact, killing the number of "terrorists" they already have has had the opposite effect. Sure, there may not be as much violence right now, but that doesn't mean the people are ready to give up - they're regrouping. What the US forgets is that Muslim extremists believe they'll have a higher place in Heaven if they die in such actions as suicide bombings - all in the name of Allah. These people will kill as many Americans as possible because we're infidels and don't follow Allah. The same goes for the other groups of Muslims they're killing. The extremists see these others as traitors against Allah. The sad part is that both sides are claiming to be fighting the just war, a war FOR God. The US won't admit they take this stance but many Christians will tell you just that. People will invoke the name of God (or Allah or whoever) just to get the people into their way of thinking. If you ask me, our politicians, patriots, and many Christians are only using the name of our Most Holy God as a political come-on. God isn't really God to them, but instead is a political pawn. What lower form of sacrilege can ever be thought of and utilized?
Why do people keep slaughtering millions of other people all over the world? Anyone who is willing to pick up a gun in a war and kill someone they don't even know anything about is only doing so because they've been taught it's a matter of self-preservation. Our government can't even explain how this war is "protecting" the US. Have there been no more terrorists attacks because we've been keeping them on their "home turf"? No! They just haven't made any feasible plans yet they can carry out. If these people want to kill Americans on American soil no one is going to stop them. The government may have stopped a few attempts, but if these people are determined enough, the terrorists will accomplish another 9/11 or something even worse.
Another thing the goverment can't predict is what will happen when we finally pull out of Iraq. My guess is it'll be just like many other countries, when we leave things go back to the "same old, same old". Many people, even some of my family members, think I'm wrong. Wait and see what happens - if we ever get out of there. This is just like Vietnam. We accomplished nothing there and this war will be the same. The only reason any American is backing this war is we were lied to about their role in 9/11.
I think the people who are so full of hate feel absolutely nothing inside except hatred. Sure, they may love some people, but if anyone hates another group of people so much they're willing to go to war to eliminate that group they can't feel anything but hatred for that group. A group of soldiers see a woman coming toward them and tell her to stop. When she doesn't, they shoot her and the bomb she's carrying explodes. Do you think they feel guilt or sadness? No way! They feel proud and patriotic, slapping each other on the back then brag about it later. But was this woman truely their enemy? Think about it. In that culture, women are second class citizens, often treated worse than a stray dog. With that in mind, you'd know the woman had no choice. She was going to die in one of three ways: the men who told her to do it would kill her if she refused to co-operate, the soldiers would kill her if she got too close, or she would've died when the bomb exploded killing the soldiers in the process. I feel deep sorrow and compassion toward that woman. I believe most American soldiers wouldn't even give it a second thought.
It's the same way here in this country with the hatred. Look at how people look at and speak about American born Muslims. They're all lumped into the same group as the terrorists of 9/11. Why? Because many people are taught from a young age to hate those people. Then there are people who were taught, like you and I were, to judge each person based on who they are as an individual and not the group to which they belong. The difference between them (those taught tolerance) and us is they're later pulled into the American way of thinking about those other groups - majority opinion rules and that's what we should also think. You and I (and many others) still hold onto what we were taught at a young age and then later the things we learned about what love is all about through the teachings of Jesus Christ.
All we can do is hang on to what we were taught, even though people may hate us or think us unAmerican because we don't support this war or jump for joy when we hear that another country we consider an enemy has been attacked by a country we consider our ally. Even other Christians will hate us when we tell them that the reason we don't stand and cheer at patriotic rallies is because this country isn't our true home. The Bible tells us we must live in this world but we shouldn't become like the world. As far as I'm concerned, that means while I live in the US, vote in the elections, support the economy by spending my paycheck on goods and services, and everything else "normal" people do, it doesn't mean I have to jump on the patriotic bandwagon and think everything this country does is perfect, just, and done in the name of God.
Answer these questions even though they may sound ridiculous. If cocaine was legalized, would you snort it because everyone else is doing it? If the government passed a law saying that each married couple could only have two children and any additional pregnancies must be terminated, would you have the required abortion? If the Bible was added to a list of books that have been considered illegal to own or read, would you throw your Bible on the bonfire? If you knew that you would be executed for confessing that Jesus is your Lord and Savior, would you deny being one of his followers when asked? I'm sure you're like me and answered "no" to all of these questions.
The reason people like you and I get a sick feeling in our gut when we listen to the news and hear about the death toll in any war, we feel sorrow for the loss of life of gang members we don't even know shot down in the street, and we can't condone the vigilante justice dealt out by fellow citizens because they feel the legal system won't rule in their favor is because we've learned the message of Christ. Many people will dig out the Bible passages that support their particular stance, but I believe the message couldn't be any clearer. We're not of this world, our weapons aren't carnel, and it's God's job to judge whether a person should live or die. Our jobs as followers of Christ is to spread the gospel message - the "Great Commission" first given to the disciples and handed down to us through the generations.
How can we tell someone about the saving grace of God if we hate them and are more convinced they should be killed? The hatred people feel toward another group means they don't even want to try to talk. It's more like shoot first and ask questions later. Do you really think someone is going to listen to you talk about the love of Christ after you just tried to kill them? Of course they won't and I know you agree. I would much rather die with the great message of love and compassion of Christ coming out of my mouth then to live with such raging hatred toward any group of people.
While we must continue to live in this world, we'll have many times we feel physically ill because we can't see any love in the world. We'll have many sleepless nights praying because people continue to use God's name to justify all of the evil in the world. And most of all, we'll continue to look forward to the day Christ returns to reign among us, the day when all love will be perfected. The sad part of that day will be knowing there are people who miss out on that all encompassing love simply because someone decided their life had no value and they were killed before they ever had a chance to know there was a different way to live. All we can do is continue to love through the hate and reach out to everyone, regardless of who they are or the group to which they belong, with the message of salvation through Christ.
Jesus is our hope and our salvation, not the opinions of other people about who we are or how unpatriotic we may be. When life here is over, Jesus is going to reach out to you, embrace you in his loving arms, and say to you "well done good and faithful servant".
As for me ... I'll never turn my back on God. I did that at one point in my life and stayed away for too many years, but I'll never do it again. Wherever God will lead me, I will follow. March 16 THE COP'S STORY Some of you may be wondering where I've been hiding. Well ... I'm not exactly hiding, I've just been busy. I've told some of you that I've come up with what I think is a good idea for a story. Although I'm hoping to be able to develop the story enough to have a novel, I really don't know how long the story will be until I'm finished writing. I'm not ready to share the entire plot line with everyone, but I'll give you the basics. The main focus of the story is crime and romance. I know it's probably been done before, but the subplot running throughout the story is about how one man faces the question "How can there be a God with so much evil in the world?" I don't have any idea how long it will take me to write this story because I have to do my writing whenever I have time away from work and my other projects. I'll try to keep everyone updated with my progress. January 05 UNDERSTANDING BELIEFS It's weird sometimes what will set off the thinking process. I was working on some puzzles in one of my books and one of the cryptograms, when solved, said "Some live to understand what they believe in. Others live to believe what they understand."
I most closely match the first description. There are just some things I've always believed which never seemed to have an educational or experiential explanation. Since becoming a Christian, I now understand that some of those beliefs have a foundation in things I learned in Sunday school as a child. Some of these things, as well as some of the things I've come to believe lately, I don't fully understand. So part of my life is now dedicated to understanding why I believe what I believe. I don't just want to know why I believe certain things, I want to understand how to live out those beliefs, how and why they make me who I am, and how those beliefs can be used to have a positive impact on the world around me.
It's so much easier to believe things we already understand. Anyone who understands how an electronic signal gets from a station to their home doesn't sit in disbelief that they see a picture on the television. Anyone who understands that the heat in an oven changes meat from a raw to a cooked state doesn't sit in disbelief as they eat roasted chicken. It's much more difficult to believe that Jesus would die for my sins. I understand the first two processes and so I believe the television works and the chicken is cooked. I believe why Jesus died although I still don't fully understand why because I still have a lot to learn about the way God works his plan.
There are some things we can safely believe without understanding the truth behind the belief - like 2 + 2 = 4. And when I do understand the way things work (how gas makes my car run or the bodily changes we go through as we get older) I don't have to work at believing these things actually occur. There's no challenge involved in believing what I understand. The challenge arises when I believe something occurs or simply exists without understanding why it happens or how it came into being. In order to ensure that my beliefs have a sound foundation I have to discover and understand the reasons for those beliefs.
Do you simply believe what you understand and disbelieve any and all things you don't understand? And if there are things you believe but don't understand (like gravity or how gas makes your car run), do you just live by faith that these things are real without ever trying to understand why they are true? When it comes to my Christian beliefs, I can live by faith and never try to understand why I believe what I believe. I may never fully understand everything about these beliefs; however, I will strive to understand these beliefs or else I may fall into grasping at anything that sounds good. I would've never become a Christian if I only believed the things I first understood, yet I don't think a Christian can keep on believing unless they strive to understand those beliefs. Which of the two descriptions relates most to your life? December 30 BEST PRESENT I'd have to say that the best Christmas present ever was when my Lord and Savior was born. Without his birth, he couldn't have lived a life of perfection and died to cover my sins. No present I'll ever receive can be as great. The next closest thing would be the day that he accepted me as one of his own and gave me the gift of salvation.
But this blog is about the best present I got this year for Christmas. There were presents in the morning. My favorite of the day is my "Build a Bear" dressed in a Pittsburgh Steeler uniform. He even has long black hair like my favorite player, Troy Polamalu. However, the best Christmas present came on the 26th and was an answer to a prayer I've been praying for the past 6 years. To make a long story short, I haven't seen two of my nieces in that time because of some stuff that happened after my brother got divorced from his first wife. My niece, Guinavere (Genni), came down to visit her G-ma and Pappy and I got to go up there and visit. She brought Aurora (my great-niece) and she's a beautiful baby. Then on the 28th, Genni called Samantha (Sammi) and she also came to visit - although I was working and didn't get a chance to visit with her. I'm so happy for my parents. Because Keith (my younger brother) and his family came up on the 27th and my parents were babysitting CJ (my older brother's son from his second marriage) on the 28th, they had all of their grandchildren in the house at the same time. It's so nice that we're going to be able to rebuild relationships that we thought may have come to an end. Just remember, even if you have to wait, God does answer prayers. December 16 FRIENDS I was just sitting here thinking about all of my great friends. Each of you have something different that makes you special in my life. Some offer a bit of common sense when I'm off track or a little bit of humor when I'm feeling down. Others have offered me sound Scriptural advice when I didn't know what to do. December 12 LIKES & DISLIKESI guess that's as good a name as any for this blog. I figured I'd just list some stuff so that you can read about what makes me who I am.
BEST FRIENDS: No one should feel left out here, but you know everyone has a best friend. Actually I have three. My mom is at the top of my list. My best friend from high school, Michelle, is now my sister-in-law (now isn't that convenient). And Gracey is my best chat buddy. We started chatting at the same place at about the same time and have a lot in common. I love all of my friends though, so give yourselves all a big hug from me.
BIBLE VERSES: Psalm 23. All of John chapter 3. BOOKS: The Bible is number one on my list! Christian (fiction & non-fiction). Anything by Stephen King. Nature studies.
COMPUTER GAMES: I'm not into all those fast action games because I'm not good enough to play them. I like the games you have to use your brain and solve puzzles. I think the best are the Myst series. DARES: I like riding any and all rollercoasters, especially the ones that go through loops. If I could find the courage, I'd like to try hang-gliding. DESCRIBING MYSELF: I'm a Christian-hillbilly-hippy who doesn't really know where I fit in with everyone else. Christian because Jesus is my Lord and Savior; hillbilly because the way I dress and my "old-fashioned" ideas; and hippy because I'm into the peace, non-violence, and environmental aspects of that movement. DREAMS: To one day own and operate my own business, but I have to figure out what business. FEARS: That I'll overlook something that God wants me to do. Being up high on a ladder. Meeting new people makes me nervous. FOOTBALL TEAMS: Pittsburgh Steelers, Penn State Nittany Lions, West Virginia Mountaineers, and Tennessee Volunteers. HOBBIES: Drawing, reading, writing, and researching our family history. #1 on my list here - chatting with all my buddies! KIDS: For some reason, kids think I'm cool although I haven't figured out why. I like kids as long as I can return them to their real parents. Don't get me wrong. I know there are great kids out there and I would be a parent to them if they needed me. MOST CHALLENGING BIBLE STUDY: Revelation. Like most of you wouldn't say the same. MOVIES: Favorites are the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Indiana Jones movies (or any with Harrison Ford in them), and disaster flicks (Volcano, Night of the Twisters, Category 6, etc.)
MUSIC: I prefer gospel and contemporary Christian, but I'll listen to just about anything but rap and hip-hop. My favorite singers are Jake Hess, Kenny Rogers, and Sam Cooke. I've been to several concerts but the best ones are the Gaither Homecoming events.
NICKNAMES: Doc, from being a Navy Corpsman. Rae (my middle name) because I got tired of some people I worked with calling me everything but Sheila. Mouse, my "nature name" when I worked at an environmental camp for kids. Cog/Cogly/Cogster/Coggy, variations of my chat nic - COG1999.
PET PEEVES: Getting up before 10am (although I have to for work). Shopping. Green veggies. Driving in the city. Know-it-alls. Whiners. Most televangelists. The current fashion trends. PETS: Cat's rule, dogs drool!
QUESTION I PONDER THE MOST: If all Christians are led by the same Holy Spirit, why are there so many different beliefs about particular doctrines or beliefs? SPORTS: (those I play but don't watch on tv) Bowling, basketball, and baseball. TELEVISION: Educational programs, especially those forensic shows. Mythbusters is hilarious. And I try to never miss a Pittsburgh Steeler game or NASCAR race.
VACATION SPOT: I love the mountains. It doesn't matter where they are. I just like the peace and solitude. However, my favorite vacation was the Alaskan cruise my mom and I took together.
WHAT I HATE: When I put something somewhere so I can find it later and then when I go to get it I can't remember where I put it! WHAT WOULD I CHANGE (about myself): I wouldn't let certain people and events get on my nerves as much as they do now. WHO I'D MOST LIKE TO MEET: I want to meet my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I know him through his words in the Bible and the great things he's done in my life. I don't want to die today, but I can't wait for the day I meet him, can look into his eyes, and tell him how much I love him.
I'm sure I'll think of some other things to add to this list. THE EARLY YEARS I was born in a small run-down shack in the mountains ... ROFL. Just kidding!
I was raised in the small town of Conway, Pa, USA. I have a great mom and dad and two brothers, one 18 months older and one 13 months younger. I blame being stuck between two boys for causing me too be a tom-boy. I've always hated wearing dresses and all the cute little girl clothes. Hey! You can't very well play all the boy games in a dress! Yes, I did play with dolls, dishes, and other girl toys but I also liked to rough-house with my brothers. I guess I thought I had to prove that I was as tough as they were. My dad didn't like that very much because he wanted me to be his little girl. I mean, he did have two boys anyway. I still haven't outgrown my hatred of dresses and frilly clothes.
My mom always made sure that we learned about the Bible. I went to church on some Sundays and Sunday school every Sunday, unless I was sick or we were on vacation. And if we said we were sick just to get out of going, well ... that didn't work! If we didn't go to Sunday school because we were "sick", we weren't allowed to go outside and play. Mom's are just too smart to fall for those excuses. Sundays were great because after Sunday school (on days when we couldn't be outside - raining, cold, etc) we went to my grandmother's house. It wasn't a long trip because they lived right next door to us. While the adults played pinocle, the kids would be in the living room watching old movies and playing quietly. I still remember the smell of coffee and all the adults laughing at jokes (or each other). As a teen, I went to Youth Group during the week. But the most fun was helping the younger kids with arts and crafts at Vacation Bible School. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a Christian back then even though I thought I was - I didn't accept Jesus into my life until 1999.
In high school, I did fairly well in almost every subject except chemistry. I played basketball and ran hurdles on the track team. To me, the best fun was in concert and marching bands - I played the flute. Marching band was the better of the two because I got to go to all of the football games. I was also a library aid and was part of the stage crew for our annual musicals. I wanted to go to college after high school but that didn't work out as planned.
After high school I joined the Navy and served for four years as a Hospital Corpsman. My first duty station was Betheda Naval Hospital (in Md) where I worked on the maternity ward. The only good part of that job was seeing all of the babies. Then I went to Norfolk, Va. There I started off at Sick Call then was moved to the Urgent Care Clinic. Talk about exciting! This was similar to an emergency room, although if something was really serious, we had to take the people to one of the local hospitals. I was also trained as an Emergency Medical Technician and to drive the ambulances. Even though I enjoyed my time in the Navy, I found out that active duty military life just wasn't for me. I got out of the Navy but continued in the military in the PA Army National Guard as a Medic.
I finally got to go to college - the huge, well-known ... well actually small and not so well known ... California University of Pennsylvania (not associated with any school in the state by that name). I graduated with a BS in enviromental conservation. I still haven't used my degree for anything other than to prove I actually went to college. LOL. I did teach at an environmental camp for kids for six months but I don't count that as using my degree. Other than that, I've worked at a department store, in a deli, and am now working at a printed platics company. Printed plastic you ask. We make medical cards, phone cards, store gift cards, and stuff like that.
What are my best memories up to this point in my life? First and foremost is the day Jesus saved me! All of the great family vacations we took when I was a kid. My parents always took us somewhere for fun, but we also always stopped at least one place where we could learn something. Except for the first few years, we always had a camping trailor and never stayed at hotels. My mom and I still take vacations together and always have a good time and I'll never forget those trips. God has blessed us with the chance to travel and see many things in this country. Holidays were always wonderful when the whole family would be together, especially at Christmas. There's so much more I could list - God has blessed me with so many memories. If I had to pick just one thing that I could remember the rest of my life, it would be the day that I was in the delivery room when my nephew, Bubba, was born.
I think that pretty much highlights my life up to this point. I'll add a blog of my favorite things and some of my hobbies so you will know a little more about me. I hope I didn't bore you to death.
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