I am not: a boy
I love: my family
I hate: politics and taxes
I fear: that Blanco will screw up Louisiana even more
I hope: that Bush will win in 2K4
I hear: my bird cussing tv show in the other room
I crave: a vacation
I regret: not going to college
I cry: when I think of how close my daughters are to being all grown up...
I care: about people I know
I believe: in God
I know: how to yank my mother in law's chain :cof:
I feel alone: when I am in a depressed mood
I listen: to Donny Osmond CD's:clap1:
I hide: well, I am not telling you, or you will know!
I drive: to work, school, kids activities, scrapbooks stores, and yes, Walmart...
I sing: in the car with Donny
I dance: with two left feet...
I write: in my journal
I play with scrapbook toys and the internet...
I search: for tomorrow...
I learn: to put the cap back on the toothpaste, but not very well...
I feel: like screaming sometimes
I say: get your head out of your ass and speed up you stupid fucker when I get behind some slowass jerk on the road...
I succeed: in driving my daughters crazy
I dream: to go on a cruise, travel Europe and meet Donny Osmond in my lifetime...
I wonder: how many kids I will get to write up each day I go to work:cof:
I give: too damned much money to Walmart...
I fight: back by writing lots of poision pen letters!
I need: a BREAK!