I'm 35 years old. I'm passionate about the people I love.. I'm eccentric. I'm a humanitarian.I believe life is meant to be lived fully not from a distance or through others lives. I'm intense, dramatic, and love life.Music is a very big passion of mine. I am a vocalist/songwriter.I'm a single mom of three children. I'm a foster mom too. Being a mom is very rewarding for me. Writing has always been my therapy. I've gone through some tough times and have found writing to be a great way for me to express myself. I am always most happy when I am creating a piece of art whether it be a song or any kind of writing. Or singing.
I love fishing, camping, singing, Rainy days, the smell of clean sheets, the laughter of children.Curling up on the couch with a good book to read. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches. Ferrits. Children. Chocolate. I adore my three yorkie puppies. I love figure skating. I love snuggling.
I dislike being cold. Ticks. Spiders. Mean people. Liver and onions. fighting with the people I love.I hate gaining weight.
I have my very own blanky. Even my kids know it's hands off.
I'm allergic to cigerette smoke.
I feel as though I am intimately close to madness even on my best days.
I have dimples on both of my shoulders.
My two oldest kids have them, and my youngest from a different Dad has them too. Genetics are crazy, huh?
I can't stand thongs. Obviously the person who invented them has never had a wedgy.
I love splashing in mud puddles with my rubber boots.
The library is my favorite place to hang out.
I eat more ice cream in the winter than I do in the summer.
I hate slurpees. Brain freeze sends me into panic attacks.
I would marry Matthew maconnaughy just for his smile.
I pass out every time a tick finds it's way onto my body and I discover it.
I love words.
I'm a total control freak.
I take my coffee black.
Peanut butter and Jam sandwiches are my favorite comfort food.
I like to eat every meal with wooden chopsticks.
Going from seeing to blind is an excruciatingly hard thing to go through.
I am going to write him a love song someday.
I can't stand being inside after It rains.
I'd really enjoy being rich. I have weird, and expensive taste.
I don't care if my clothes clash.
I find it shocking how quickly some folks give up on one another.
I want to write a screenplay.
Singing makes me feel alive.
My youngest son is my favorite play mate in the world. We have so much fun together.
I love drinking a cup of orange peko tea with a little milk and fake sugar and sitting on my front step outside .
I love hearing birds singing in the morning.
I'm genuinly miserable first thing in the morning. I want to slap anyone that seems happy.
My teenage son might just be the moodiest person I know.
I gulp coffee no matter how hot it is.
I can't suck on candies. I always bite them.
I want to be a better person.
I feel healthier for having quit smoking.
I miss my big brother every single day.
I hate when someone is mad at me.
Even worse I hate yelling or being yelled at.
I always eat popcorn with lots of butter and milk duds. mmm yummy
I love ice cream.
I only have one truly big regret in my life.
I feel hugely responsible for trying to make everyone happy and I resent it sometimes.
I stopped drinking milk when I was ten.
My daughter is the splitting image of me.
I have road rage.
My microphone is my most treasured object.
I have a sinus infection.
I hate folding laundry.
I love burning incense.
I am high strung all the time.
My passion is ...
Love, laughter, and music.
I know too much about ...
tough times
My parents always told me ...
drawing a blank on this one. LOL
My childhood ambition ...
One word, superstar!
My favorite memory ...
I have lots of favorite memories.
Why I write ...
It's cathartic for me. It's like I have a therapist in my head. Also it makes me happy to create something of my very own.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
I'm writing a screenplay
My first job ...
My first real job was becoming a full time mom. I call it being a domestic engineer 24/7
My best moment ...
I'll know it when it happens.
My inspiration ...
My children. Laughter. Being loved. Loving.
Verse: 1 A river of tears on my pillow. I wounded you. I wanted to love you. I’m sorry. I wanted to build you up, I tore you down. I’m sorry. I wanted to see you smile, I made you frown. I’m sorry. I wanted to hold your hand, I pushed you away. I’m sorry. I wanted to be a source of healing, not hurting. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. A river of tears on my pillow. Verse:2 A river of tears on my pillow. I accused you. Who am I to judge? I’m sorry. I wanted to be strong, I am weak. I’m sorry. I wanted our relationship to be in the light. I brought dar...
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Regina, Saskatchewan CA
Member since: October 2007
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