Let's see...I am a small town lass with wordly interests. I have deep pride in both where I come from and who I come from. My heritage is Cherokee and German and I embody traits from both let me tell you. I definitely could use more patience but am loyal to the core. I can't stand indifference, dishonesty, manipulations or intentional cruelty. I love zany, off the wall ANYTHING from art to furniture to music to fashion to people. I can get along with almost anyone unless that person is a closed minded biggot, racist, sexist or the like. I am very independent but depend on my friends and family to help me weather life and I make no apologies for it. I hate when people say its a bad thing to depend on something or someone....isn't that the whole point...to surround yourself with dependable people who you can count on? I think self confidence and self awareness is so much more attractive than a huge rack or the perfect biceps. I love people who stand up for what they believe in at any cost and remain true to themselves. I HATE spiders. I love having my hair played with, tickles, Sunday brunch with free flowing Mimosas and friends, chips and A-1 sauce (yes together), baby frogs, the color red, a house full of candles and having giggling fits. I always seem to get the giggling fits at inappropriate times and it has been this way for as long as I can remember (getting the oh so scorned look from the parents in church when I was a wee tot...) I have yet to find a way to behave in a grocery store...I lack the attention span for it and usually never leave w/o having "twirled" into at least 1 display. If my man promises me a delicious sample of candy or gum at the end, I tend to do a smidge better. I am a salt fiend and adore pickles and find it a sin to throw away a jar with juice left in it...oh yes, I chug pickle juice and for those of you who are gagging right now, I might add it is one of the best cures for a hangover. I can be graceful but am usually falling or tripping every time I take a step. It has become such a part of my daily existence that I hardly even notice anymore. I have a theory that if you have a bruise and can't remember how you got it, you can press on it and the pain will trigger the original cause. I love wearing pajamas. I cry when I hear the Star Spangled Banner and forget about Lee Greenwood's God Bless the USA...kills me. I have yet to make it through an episode of Extreme Home Makeover without sobbing. I will only eat cauliflower if I have an olive to go with each bite. I have a mouth that could make a sailor blush (must get that from my pops!) and I can't stand for the 2nd toe on either of my feet to be touched.
I could go on and on but this is a good start......This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? using original artwork by Marah Johnson. Go get one!
This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? using original artwork by Marah Johnson. Go get one!
This layout was handmade with love by the folks at My space or yours? Go get one!
