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i am originally from a small town in mississippi, but here i am, living in a big city. i'm a country girl at heart and love to laugh, smile and have a good time. i love traveling back to my hometown, but only to see family and close friends. the small town drama of that place never fades! i will travel to tahiti, iceland and europe one day, and i wouldn't mind being a beach bum living in the virgin islands. i'd like to own a bookstore. the songs "sweet southern comfort" and "christmas in dixie" always bring tears to my eyes, and make me miss home. i am thankful every day for my better half, seth. he is the one who keeps me going most of the time...i'm sure i would have given up on this big city by now if it wasn't for him. i'm happiest on the beach, with a book in my hand and i miss my life friends more than they will ever know. i love god most of all, and cannot wait to see what he has planned for my life.
in the south, the breeze blows softer...neighbors are friendlier, nosier, and more talkative. (by contrast with the yankee, the southerner never uses one word when ten or twenty will do)...this is a different place. our way of thinking is different, as are our ways of seeing, laughing, singing, eating, meeting and parting. our walk is different, as the old song goes, our talk and our names. nothing about us is quite the same as in the country to the north and west. what we carry in our memories is different too, and that may explain everything else.
i can hear you, the rest of the world can hear you and the people who knocked these buildings down will hear all of us soon. - george w. bush
oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light. what so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight, o'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming. and the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave. o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
i♥family
i♥friends
i♥my sister
i♥funnel cakes!
i♥brown and blue m&m's
i♥sunshine
i♥the beach
i♥holidays
i♥being comfy
i♥traveling
i♥budweiser
i♥peanut butter
i♥target
i♥chick flicks
i♥glamour
i♥my boyfriend, seth
i♥big earrings
i♥oversize sunglasses
i♥puppy dogs
i♥children
i♥music
i♥purses
i♥shoes
i♥mustard
i♥the colors pink and brown
i♥reading
i♥bubble baths
i♥cosmo
i♥long phone calls from old friends
i♥laughing
i♥swimming
i♥nascar
i♥kasey khane
i♥andy roddick
i♥country music
i♥driving old country roads on a sunny day
i♥cookies and cream ice cream
i♥candles
i♥making candles
i♥warm flannel pajama pants
i♥winter
i♥fireplaces
i♥campfires
i♥s'mores
i♥sweet tea
i♥fried green tomatoes
i♥road trips
i♥sleeping in on the weekends(!!)
i♥waking up and realizing i still have two more hours to sleep
i♥dreams
i♥storms
i♥smiles
i♥loving
i♥cheesecake
i♥banana pudding
i♥girls night
i♥remembering a happy time
i♥looking at stars
i♥falling in love
i♥phoenix, arizona
i♥and most of all,
i♥GOD
sure, girls from new york, they are tough. and girls from georgia, they are sweet. but those born and bred feisty kentucky girls, they are the ones you have to look out for. we have sugar and fire in our blood. we can ride a horse, be a debutante, throw a left hook and tell you the entire UK line up all while making sweet tea. and if we have an opinion, you get to know it. we're both the pride and the downfall of the bluegrass
the biggest myth about southern women is that we are frail types--fainting on our sofas...nobody where I grew up every acted like that. we were about as fragile as coal trucks
southern girls are god's gift to the entire male population. there is absolutely no woman finer than one raised below the mason-dixon line and once you go southern may the good lord help you---you never go back
a southern girl is a girl who knows full and well that she can open a door for herself but prefers for the gentleman to do it because it demonstrates a sense of respect. after all, every girl wants to be treated like a princess. we know how to make sweet tea and grits while telling you everything about any basketball team in the SEC. we pick our battles and fight with the heart of a pitbull while still maintaining grace and elegance. our mystique is that of a soft-spoken, mild- mannered southern belle who could direct an army, loves her momma and will always be daddys little girl
growing up southern is a privilege, really. it's more than where you're born, it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. its more than loving fried chicken, football, beer, and country music. its being hospitable and devoted to screened porches, magnolias, red velvet cake, coca-cola... and each other. we don't become southern- we're born that way
later, i would think of it as crossing over. from a known territory into an unknown. from a place where people know you to a place where people only think they know you. like there's an actual river you swim across, an unpredictable, treacherous river, and if you make it to the farther shore, you're a different person than the one you were when you started out
for a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. you want it to be with someone you can't get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. a kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. you can't cheat your first kiss. trust me, you don't want to. cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it's everything
life is too short, grudges are a waste of perfect happiness..laugh when you can, apologize when you should and let go of what you can't change. love deeply and forgive quickly..take chances, give everything and have NO regrets..Life is too short to be unhappy, you have to take the good with the bad..smile when you're sad.Love what you got and always remember what you had..always forgive but never forget..learn from your mistakes, but never regret..people change and things go wrong, but always remember...LIFE GOES ON
May there always be work for your hands to do, may your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine on your windowpane, may a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near you, may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you
after a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security. you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain, for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. after a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers. and you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong , you really do have worth and you learn and you learn...with every goodybye, you learn
you know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. you would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. santa claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. most people turn to the things and people they can trust. but the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true
intimacy is a four syllable word for, "here's my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger, and enjoy..dr. meredith grey
pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. there are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more
because it's everything louisville isn't, better than florida, a southerner's dream and a northerner's wish, the pride of the bluegrass, and the ultimate college experience, thoroughbred racing, georgia's worst nightmare, and a place that can get in your blood and turn it blue....the UNIVERSITY OF KENTUCKY
lately though, i have been wondering whether this passion i have for my old friends, as flawed as each one of us may be, could be chalked up to something more than my being bullheaded and stubborn. the older i get, the more i value my friends as witnesses to the girl i once was and the young woman i'll never be again. as my life becomes more settled, i want to look into a friend's eyes and see the me that danced on top of bars, laid on the beach for hours, and the me that has come so far
happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder
to most people, the sky is the limit. to those who love aviation, the sky is home
for once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will forever long to return
courage does not always roar. sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "i will try again tomorrow"
do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. you'll be damned if you do and damned if you don't
i've learned that goodbyes will always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, memories good or bad will bring tears, and words can never replace those feelings
i still find each day too short for all the thoughts i want to think, all the walks i want to take, all the books i want to read, and all the friends i want to see
rest in peace, shawn curtis bell....i will miss you and love you forever
may tailwinds carry them home....the passengers of flight 5191... 8/27/2006
my friend, joseph sullivan....may you rest in peace.