I'm a SAHM(stay at home mom) of 3 children. I have a 9 year old daughter, a 6 year old daughter and 20 month old daughter. I received my Bachelor's degree in 1992 in Liberal Studies.
I have a wonderful husband who works very hard as an asic engineer. As I mentioned I also have 3 great daughters Salina, Brittany, and Katrianna. We also have 3 cats: Ginger, Peaches, and Cream and a dog: Duke.
Right now I work as a homemaker and mom. In the past I've taught preschool for many years and substituted in elementary schools.
I enjoy netsurfing and webpage building. I also enjoy reading, teaching, and of course spending time with my family. A funny hobby I have is I like to look at homes for sale. I like to get the little home magazines and look at all the different homes. I also surf real estate on the web. Recently, I've also started playing some online roleplaying games *blush*.
I like ice cream, chocolate, and other good foods. I like reading many types of good books. I enjoy going to church and drawing closer to my Heavenly Father by learning more of him.
I dislike spinache, mashed potatoes, and usually pizza. I also dislike contention and bad feelings between friends and family members.
I'm a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I have a strong conviction of the truthfullness of the gospel of the church. It has been a great help in my life and continues to help me and guide me through difficult times.
Some say love it is a river, That drowns the tender reed. Some say love it is a razor, That leaves your heart to bleed. Some say love it is a hunger, An endless aching need. I say love it is a flower, And you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking, That never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking, That never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, Who can not seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying, That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely, And the road has been too long. And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong, Just remember in the winter, Far beneath the bitter snows, Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose.
