MammaDawg

I'm divorced with Two Beautiful Kids: Kayson (8)and Brooklyn (6). I'm Madly in love with my fiance of 3 years, Matt Gourley. He's my Hero and Drug of Choice. I feel blessed to know I'm one of the few who actually find their one true companion and soul mate.I like Texas Hold'em, Fitness, and I love co-ed and womans softball, . One of my goals is to be as good as I once was. I believe I can do it. I'm not afraid of hard work and I'm as stubborn as an ox. If you tell me I can't do it, I will prove you wrong. I'll decide if I can or can't.My life goals are to be a better mother, lover, ball player , friend, and artist. I want to fine tune my talents and spirituality. I want to find my 6th sense and see through my third eye. I want to move things with my mind and heal things through my hands. I want to talk to the angels and faeries, trees and animals. I want to dance by the light of the full moon. And cast spells to cure World Hunger, disease,Racism, and Religious Intolerance. I want to be free, of self doubt, self pity, and regret. I want to have an out of body experience. I want to know a person with out even speaking to them. I want to know a lier before they have the chance to lie to me. I want to know they are a friend before I loose the chance to introduce myself. I want to plant and grow things that will feed us through a famine, shade us through the drought, and heal us through the sickness. I want to have all knowledge, control of myself and my energy, inner peace, immortality, and good health of course.I read on others’ pages, words of comfort and wisdom, and wish greatly that I could articulate my midnight thoughts and dreaming ponders as smoothly…I am always learning, feeling and eager to share. At night, before I drift to the land in my sleeping mind, words flow so smoothly and rhyme effortlessly. But are lost forever when I attempt to scribe the clever inspirations. The second my eyes open they vanish simultaneously, leave me feeling as if waking from a dream and only pieces remain. struggling to bring them back, I’m thankful I had them at all. They are stolen from me in the night, all that’s left are wishes and whispers. I ask the spirits to leave them with me. That I might share them. And keep them. For I was the one who conjured them….