I am a poet and a writer.
A mother. A Wife. A Meme (grandmother). An Aunt, daughter, a sister. A friend and a small business owner
I am someone you pass on the street and nod to, someone who rescues animals with no idea of what to do with them afterwards, and one who gives bread to birds in parking lots.
I keep those I love in my heart at all times. Never take for granted good friends I have had since I was young...and shy away from people, these days, because complications and drama.
I'm comfortable in my 42 year old skin. Don't waste money on miracle creams and magical age-defying crap. I'm proud of my wrinkles, though I do color my white hairs for now- at least until it's all white, then I won't.
I was a Marine brat, a Navy granddaughter, and am an active duty Army Wife and Mother.
My son is currently stationed in Hawaii. He will come home from Afghanistan by March.
My husband is now stationed in Bragg again, he's SF, and is set to come home from Afghanistan around the same time as our son.
I love -LOVE- love cats! I have fifteen total. Not all inside.
I love dogs, wildlife, and nature.Comes with breath when you grow up in MY beautiful home-state, Kentucky.
I used to bite my fingernails until they bleed, I used to smoke about a pack a day (Chantix really DOES work), I used to eat fried foods,but I don't anymore. I used to drink iced tea. Now it's coffee, then water, water, water....
I do NOT eat things with fur, feathers, or flesh. I avoid milk, cheese, and eggs, but cannot give up chocolate so am not a vegan.
I'm in the middle of a past-mid-life crisis... What would one call that? A three-quarters-in-life-crisis? Yeah... That's it... I'm having one of those...
I bleed BLUE for my UK Wildcats. I have come to adore the UL Cards. It's college basketball, Baby! Not a football kinda girl... Doesn't hold my attention.
I have a limited attention span yet can read for days, many books, at one time.
I am a TV & Movie junkie, but can't stand reality shows. I confess... I'm love True Blood! Sam's the cutest!
I love my Momma more than I could ever say, respect her beyond measure, and hope like hell my life won't be like her's
My favorite perfumes are Juicy Couture, Mediterranean Breeze, and just about anything from Jessica McClintock.
I border on antisocial. People irritate me for no good reason. Yet I know there is more good in the world than bad.
I can't stand most drivers though I love to drive my lil red car. Am a terrible passanger, drive people crazy with unwanted, unneeded advise.
Don't like to cook most of the time, but can make a mean dinner when the mood strikes.
Like to wash clothes, like to fold towels, but not hip on changing them over. I hate my front loading washing though. (Stupid thing!)
I wish there were more hours in the day so that I can sleep more, but when I'm off, I try not to sleep.
I bottle up what I want to say because I don't want to hurt others feelings, am afraid I'll say the wrong thing, and occasionally become the ticking timebomb deep inside because of it.
I don't want counseling though I probably need it again. I've been medicated. I am diagnosed BP1, rapid cycler with mixed episodes, OCD, and so on and so forth...
I stare into the night skies and try not to think.
I people watch as much as possible. It's the best way to learn.
I try to find good in everything, even the most horrible things. (Except my washer... no hope there.)
I research quotes and witty sayings thought I seldom remember them.
I believe in God and embrace Faith, but scorn those who use religion as a weapon..
I write to get what is on the inside out. I do this for ME... and I hope others will understand.
I seldom re-do what I've written unless I scrap it all and start again.
I can't spell very well and am proud to have Word to autocorrect though sometimes it really screws me.
There's very few things that I have ever written that I actually like.
I give too much information through my words and none face to face.
If I were to outlive my husband, I will never remarry. He's the only one who will understand my complications and 'get me', and I don't want anyone else to complicate me.
I love Normal Rockwell paintings. Stuffed animals. Halloween and Christmas. Candles. Pictures. Accents. The wind. Fuzzy blankets. Real wood furniture. The click of my keyboard. The sound of Ayden's laughter.
I still color.
I still remember how it felt to be so young and know everything.
I am a clutter bug and I don't care who likes it or not. Walking in my garage you need a pitchfork to make a path.
I always have something to write, usually I don't know what it is, it just happens.
I am confusing, paradoxical, and can't use five dollar words because I can't spell them even when I know what they mean.
There's always more to learn. More to do.
I miss my sister everyday.
I hate telephones though I love my iphone, but not to talk on. I dread calling people even when I should or have to.
I have no desire for money or for fame, but peace and quiet, and more time.
I've written too much....
My parents always told me ...
Sit still for goodness sake! >:(
My favorite memory ...
My Meme.
Why I write ...
because I am suppose to.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Total TV/movie junkie
My first job ...
McD's in the Kentucky Oaks Mall.
My best moment ...
Becoming a Mother, becoming a Meme myself...
My inspiration ...
Everything, nothing, all in between...
Whisps of you decorate my walls Your newborn picture, Momma and Daddy holding you, Tiny hands and soft skin with blond hair Christmas photos when you could pull up Not really smiling, just curious, looking away Child of my child, a tiny duplicate, with his Momma's touches Who was taken away, stolen away, leaving me with pangs of hurt Pictures and handprints, a closet of toys and 'buddies' stuffed animals A clip of hair proves you were really here My aching heart proves I was once your grandmother...
More..J.R. Lewis
Harlem, Georgia US
Member since: June 2007
Articles Written: 181
Writers Invited: 10