I love skating. I was meant to go fast; on anything. :-) I love speed, I love loud noises, excitement. I love food, any kind! My favorite is a toss up between Vietnamese and Thai. I can dance until the sun comes up, and still want more. I love singing and reading. I love the arts, most all of them. I like to be outside, watching the rain, and listening to the sound of thunder and frogs. I'm a freak for antiques, even if it's just walking into the a store to look at them, and smell their history. Um, dancing. GOD I LOVE TO DANCE. Any of my friends will second me on this. lol. I love to play pool. Although I haven't found anyone that will play often enough with me, I still love it. HeHe sometimes it gets me in trouble. I'm a bettin woman.
I'd like to meet:
I never knew any of my grandparents. I would have liked to meet them. I think movie stars and musicians are awesome, and shape our culture, but I don't obsess myself with anyone. (That's what I always think of when someone says "who would you like to meet?") I dig your average hot movie guys, think Carmen Electra is way hot, but a HORRIBLE actress. Sandra Bullock is one of my favorites. The Mythbusters are super rich geeks, and brilliant with every pointless show. The real answer in my mind to "who would I like to meet" would have to be anyone that inspires me. Anyone with a good story. I love people. I love their stories, You don't have to be famous or rich to be a magnificiant person. And unless you're the twenty-something MySpace loser, with the same email bs that gets pasted into every chicks email, maybe you!View All Friends | View Blog | Add Comment
Buckcherry Official Video – “Everything†(Director’s Cut)
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Music:
Something about the BuckCherry "Everything" video touches my heart. I think we've all been on the verge of a breakdown. Some more than others.I'm a sucker for whiney bluezy music. My favorite is 90's alternative. I can sing almost any song on the radio, but more than likely can't tell you who sings it, or what album it's on. I like music. I like rythem and I like the heart in music. A good song can take you right back to the place that makes that song special to you. Like time travel in chords.
Movies:
I can never think of my favorite movies! I guess it depends on when you ask me. Does anyone really care what your favorite movie is? Just wondering. Why is this question so enlightening? Um, I like deep movies. I watched " A Time to Kill" today, and forgot how good that movie is! I like "Beyond Borders", and "The Constant Gardener". Hell I dunno. Ask me tomorrow. My answer will be different!
Television:
I dig anything discovery. Planet Earth ROCKED! I have all of the epidosdes on DVR and watch regularly. How can anyone watch those and tell you there is no God?!! Stunning!
Books:
I'm currently reading the collection of Harry Potter books to my 3 year old son. Although I understand that this does not make me an avid book reader, still, it counts. I read when I can. I find that winter is the best time for me to cozy up with a book. I LOVE reading outside, in the fall. Under an old tree or in the rain. ( I have a thing for rain, I dunno). I've read lots of books, and probably couldn't name 5. I read one not too long ago; it was a Starbuck's special. It was called "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom. Man, it was deep. Very short, but straight to the point. I really enjoyed it. Highly recommend. I like a lot of poetry books, and mystical type fairy tales.
Heroes:
I always leave this one for last, it's always so emotional. I could sit here and say that Hilary Clinton was my hero, or Rosa Parks, but I'd have to say my hero was your average man. I grew up with a father that deserved to be honored with glory from a mountain top. The funny thing is that everyone knows their hero for something different, and no real hero could ever fathom being someone's hero. He never wrote a book, but could catpivate you with his life. He wasn't rich, never famous, but is someone that I hope will never be forgotten. My dad was my hero for the little things; for always letting the car in front of him over, or trying to calm the screaming baby in the line at the grocery store, just so his mother could gather her thoughts long enough to pay. My dad always had a wise word, and a gentle smile. He raised me. He was 61 when I was born, and if you know anything about me, he was my world. My mom worked her butt off to support our family, while my dad retired and stayed home to raise me. So often I look back, and think of all the times that I could have told him what he meant to me. I have been blessed to have my family. When I was younger I didn't understand why my family didn't have the nicest cars, and the biggest house on the block, but now, as a grown woman, those things don't matter. My fondest memory wasn't about wearing jewls, and going on lavish vacations, but falling asleep in my fathers lap, while he rubbed my back. And my mom, God she's wonderful, yet I can't find it in my pride to ever tell her so. I think of all the sacrifices she made, and all the times she sucked up the pain of raising a daughter who was as stubborn as a mule. My father wasn't perfect, and that's what makes him my hero. He was your average every day man, who never gave up. He died peacefully, with his family by his side, and his baby girl in his lap. My family molded me, and with each imperfection I notice, I realize it's OK, because all that matters is that my life is surrounded by people that love me, and want the best for me. Sometimes our heros will never know what they mean to us. It's a shame isn't it? Don't ever take for granted the "little" people in life, sometimes they can teach you the biggest lessons.
