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About Me

Some people say it's easy to describe a person. I disagree. Some people say its even easier to describe yourself, again I disagree entirely. Though out of the two I would rather do the first. But, since this is an "about me" section, I will give you some basics.
For the most part, I'm a hairdresser. A hair dresser with bigger dreams than.... well.... then anyone I've talked to about dreams. Right now I'm taking it as far as God allows me. But, once again in my life, I'm unsure whether or not I want to branch out from where I am... God will lead they way. Maybe in a few years I can go high end..... But we'll see how that goes. Specially if my dream house is in the kind of town where everyone knows everybody's name. With a house full of not only my own kids, but kids I've adopted and foster kids and rescue animals. I know crazy right? But God willing, I'll get it. He knows the desires of my heart and directs my steps, I'll trust Him in everything I do, and praise Him for every step and every He breath He allows me.[LOVEMYFLASH][/LOVEMYFLASH]

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

"You think so now; but there'll come a time when you will care for somebody, and you'll love him tremendously, and live and die for him. I know you will, its your way, and I shall have to stand by and see it." and the despairing lover cast his hat upon the ground witha gesture that would have seemed comical, if his face had not been so tragical. "Yes, I will live and die for him, if he ever comes and makes me love him in spite of myself, and you must do the best you can!" A conversation between Jo and Laurie, from "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott

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My Blog

Why does this heart cry?

A heart beat, a wish for the heart beat to match another, the knowing it will never be. The joy each day brings. When words are shared, when hearts are shared, when thought and dreams are shared. The ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 01:02:00 GMT

...... I know what I want

Single's awareness month has changed months, either that or its spreading.... I want someone there for me. I want to bury my face in his chest and cry, I dont want to have to say a word I just want h...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:23:00 GMT

Push and Pull

The rythmic rushing of water. A quiet lullaby. The push and pull. A perfect harmony. The harmony of the seas. A quiet familiar sound. Washing away trouble. Washing away thoughts. A calm peace amongst ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:27:00 GMT

Peace in the stillness of night

A quiet place. A time to think. A time to breathe. A time to see. A place of peace. Of stillness. a time warp.Time stands sitll, allowing peace, quiet, tranquility. Thoughts of love. Hopes, dreams. A ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:22:00 GMT

broken

A fallout. A breaking. A watching of all those dear. A heartbreak. A rock. A hard place. The inability to communicate. A fear. A memory. A fear of going back. The heartbreak of the past. Coming back. ...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 20:21:00 GMT

Questions

A question, a guess. The knowledge, the known. This inexplicable feeling. Undescribed and unbeknown. A shiver, a chill. A flash of heat, and a sudden thrill. A flutter of a heart. The brokeness of tha...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jul 2007 21:46:00 GMT

Breakaway

Two emotions, both raw, both familiar, put together makes something new. Joy, fear, Bliss and worry. A separation of paths. A crossroad. The choice that may change a life. The choice that may break a ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 23:50:00 GMT

scribbling with words part three now to be called dylan

She sat forlornly quiet in her room contemplating on how and when she would escape. The harvest season was over and the cold was starting to set in. she regretted that her plan came so later in the ye...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jan 2007 15:42:00 GMT

part two to scribbling with words

As Dylan attempted to take a step closer to the figure, the figure vanished. Meme! she turned toward the tree and slammed her fists into it. As she looked up at the clear starry sky she screamed. Turn...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Aug 2006 20:27:00 GMT

the beginning of one of my stories!! Please rate!!!

The normally lively forest of shalhai was quiet as if death herself decided to take her toll all in one instance. The only thing to be heard was the howling wind that swept through the trees. No livin...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 13:17:00 GMT