But when I am sick the hubby is pretty good at spoiling me, so its a toss up.

These are my pictures ...These are my STORIES ...This is my family... WELCOME to my life.... THIS IS THE DAY THAT THE LORD HAS MADE, LET US REJOICE AND BE GLAD IN IT!




I daily Thank my God for not only forgiving me of my sins, but for giving me life again. I was near falling away but I am more regretful to say that I nearly did that then to have actually done anything stupid! God continues to give me chances and I make sure I take them, because my life isnt complete with out God. He's what I was raised on, hes who I turn to, hes who I thank daily for life and my abilties. Hes who I plead his name over when sickness or pain hits our home, hes who I call out to in my time of need, and never not once has my God faile me nd I know he never will. So in ending this, Thank You God, for being.....YOU!

I feel compeled to put this here since I consider this my journal..via blog. What aheck of a month this has been.. This is "my popo"...the first man in my lie that was my hero...why the title hero? Because he rescued me, from a life that I Thank God everyday that I didnt have to contiue to ever live again.
When I was a little girl I had an imagination like no other, I had a little sister that I longed to play with and share a room with but in my crazy mixed up life that just wasn't going to happen. But now after what 18 years later I finally have the little sister I wanted all along....buts that's a different story for a different time. Back to my imagination....WOW I must admit it was one of a kind, and I have to admit I still got it, there are times I like to pretend that I once lived in the simple, fun, family easy life of the 1950's time, I have said it before and I will say it again I was so born in the wrong era. There are times that when it was just myself with the Lil Gabers I would put my apron on and be Joan Clever so to speak. I do my laundry in a fast paced movement with a smile strapped to my face, cookies baking away in the oven, the house spit shined and the towels so fluffy it makes me want to bounce on them.
I like to think/pretend that we have a tiny farm with my three chickens running around in the back yard, that I can someday build a barn in the back filled with more chickens and goats and Hay all over and a tired swing inside and the boys going out back to fetch me some morning eggs for breakfast or to do some baking from scratch.
I like to pretend that we don't have a care in the world, that money does in fact grow on trees and that a simple peck on the hubby's cheek will cover for the fact I didn't make dinner. I know its all a fantasy but hey its my fantasy and I like that I have a simple one and that even though I have shared a bit of this with you all that I still can pretend like I used to when I was 11. Something like an imagination is something that you will never loose, it's important to have as important as having a Dr. Pepper daily to me that is.