Hmmmm.
Well, first off, some of you think I am beautiful and I thank you for that--there are so many truly beautiful women in this world, I do not compare. Until only months ago, did I ever do this myspace thing, I never realized the possibilities of people in this world liking me for who I am, and not something I have that's desirable. I've always considered myself unpretty, and very unphotogenic. For some reason, one of the most perfect men on this Earth ran into me when I was 21 and actually saw something in me and liked me. I've been married now for 13 years. Even though I had prepared myself in life, with 3 degrees, to be independent and confident; I am a pharmacist, and damn good at it.
I am slightly burned out from the partying of age 17-21, and the 100 rock concerts I graced myself with right off the soundboards, the latter still for some reason magnetizes me for more. I am drawn, it will not go away. But, I also am drawn in another way as well. My friends tend to be guys, the inner bond makes a bond in itself for life; it's been this way through all my existence, I can not explain. Although, I am VERY select, there has to be something about them that I hold dear to my heart. Plus, my attention to them needs not to be stretched thin, as I would expect in return. I have few male friends. The protecting of one another from harm, being there when it means something, to share a cry, to share a laugh, to share an accomplishment, to share a downfall or drawback, to challenge each other in what we do in our lives, to drag out that ruler and compare MY fish to yours, there's something about it. All except my beautiful pet Mouth, who is reaching 12 inches now with a 3-4" headspan, raised from a newborn, my North American brown bullhead (hi Mouth. I'll tend to you in a minute :))
My parents raised me to be a truly feminine tom boy; I know ALOT about everything in this world, from every tree in these woods, to leaf, to flower, to mushroom, to fish, to animal. I am a survivalist. This is my life. I have a love for respecting life and God's creatures; I've just adopted another critter for my enterage, a large red slider turtle, from one of my customers at work, this makes a friend for Meaghan, my painted turtle, and this maybe brings my personal Gods' creatures to 15 or 20. There can never be a limit in my eyes. I also can pull myself out of the woods, in a split second 'lost feeling', and I can pull myself out of 'the stranded effect' in my vehicles, I know my cars. Except of course, if my lead foot pushes me over the line, and I meet my maker sooner than I desire. I've came close once. But this is why I drive only bad boy vehicles, no I am not a lesbian, although I've been encountered and questioned numerous times. My passion for cars in my birthdate era overwhelms me, esp. those Jaguars, Corvettes and Mustangs. I WILL own at least one, one day soon, in that order. For now, until I get my F250 or F350 Harley Davidson??!! crew cab, I'm cherishing my 2004 black F250 supercab off road pickup, and my black 2000 Lincoln towncar, both will always take me where I want to go, and fast. One of these days, I will hit a wall, and on the wall will be written, "What's up with this, do you think you're 17 again?" Go figure, hopefully I'll be alive to read it. This is what I need my friends for, to keep me in line, focused. But, as a last resort, this is why I drive what I drive; my vehicles will always be big and safe, with an occassional toy on the side, my sportscar. And maybe a motorcycle, when I finally get my license.
I am so hard working, of course, when at work; hahahah, at home I have other priorities, someday I will find myself alone if I don't put my priorities in perspective. I love life and I love the people in my life, and I am open enough where the people in my life who mean the most to me, know who they are. I will always move mountains for them, in a heartbeat, no questions asked, no second thoughts.
It's springtime, summer is upon us, my favorite time of year, relaxation outside with my dogs, in my gazebo, or a breeze next to that river, sitting in a patch of sun. When the rivers' get stocked, my glory days are abound. I also find myself in the middle of the river at times, alot, and in the middle of ponds catching turtles, I netted 9 last year, put them in my waterfall pond; they left me in one day!!! A reptile expert told me they KNOW where the river is. Funny thing is? My property is fenced. They dug under or climbed the fence I was told. I was devastated. To be able to see that "line of ducks" would've made my day, but then I would've said "you guys are going no where fast" hahahha.
My husband is the most down to earth, open guy in the world (and handsome, sorry, I have to give him some credit here, since I'm pouring my life out to other people). He encourages me to have friends, he just has a problem with how I can have friends on the internet. He says it is not real. He does not understand. I try to explain, but unless you try it, there's no explanation. If I died tomorrow w/o delving into this WWW and finding out that there are good people like me out there, I'd be missing such a big part of life, and of me.
He is very active, we own our own golf cart with headlights for those late nights; we live directly across the street from a golf course, in which he is a member, in 2 leagues and president of the cart committee. He intends to own it someday. I bid him good luck. He bowls two leagues, and has been playing cribbage in a league for 25 years. We own a 2-up seat SKI-DOO grand touring sled, and the snow is a part of our lives; Woodford, VT was a part of our lives until they decided WE need to pay for our own insurance at $200.00 a whack, good thing we belong to about 3-4 clubs, goodbye Woodford, you are replaceable; actually I'd rather make snow angels with the right friend hahahhah. No, what I am trying to say is never be hesitant? or distant with me; my life is an open book, I was brought up this way; lying is the devils' advocate and only brings you into a confessional. I am Catholic. Plus, I'm so good, I couldn't live with myself stealing a grape at Price Chopper hahahahh. I guess I am too honest in every way, but in the long run, it makes me feel better about myself.
I will write again.
Karen.
