Things I love:
Working Out
Writing Songs
Sunday inside a clean apartment cooking, reading, and relaxing
Travel (Been to China, Germany, Switzerland, France, Austria, USA)
Nature
Cooking

Things I hate:
Pollution
Ignorance
Working (when at something I hate)
Noise 3 years ago

In my first entry on this subject, I stated that I consider myself a Christian, an American, a conservative, and a Republican. In that order.
I have covered the first three in my previous entries so I will cover the last one now. I have been a Republican since before I could vote. My first election was in 1984 and I was proud to vote for the greatest President of the 20th century, Ronald Reagan. Growing up, I didn’t much like the Republican party because they had a blue blood image that kind of looked down on all us “working stiffs”. Reagan changed all that and it became a political party that welcomed anyone who wanted less government and lower taxes. I embraced the new party whole heartedly. There are time when I think that elected Republicans can do much better than what they do. They lost the White House in 1992 but gained control of the House and Senate in 1994 and then lost control of both in 2006. Perhaps this election coming up they will get it right. 5 years ago

I have been a conservative since I could vote. I haven’t voted in every single election, but I do make sure people know what my views are if it should come up in a conversation. I have never been one to use my opinions as a bully pulpit against others. I believe that we as intelligent beings can be civil towards each other when it comes to differing opinions.
Do I believe that conservatives hold the high ground when it comes to morality? Yes.
Will I publicly berate someone for thinking otherwise? No. I believe that we live and lead by example.
Am I perfect? Not by any stretch of the imagination. I claim 1 Timothy 1:15 as my mantra Bible verse. Feel free to look it up. 5 years ago

I consider myself to be very proud to be an American. 20 plus years in the Regular Army and then the National Guard. Being a patriotic American isn’t just about serving in the military though. It is also about respect for what this country was founded on. Respect for the diversity of others and their beliefs even when those beliefs might be contrary to your own. 5 years ago

I can descibe myself in four words: Christian, American, Conservative, Republican. In that order.
First and foremost I am a Christian and my mantra verse is 1 Timothy 1:15. I don’t think of myself asperfect or better than anyone else, maybe just a little more aware of my own mortality than some people and less awre than others. I know without a doubt that I will go to heaven when I die, although being raptured is one of my goals. 5 years ago

My daughter Colleen wrote about herself on her myspace, and I was impressed. I liked the idea. Young people are very self-aware, and they have this wonderful medium, the internet, on which to express themselves to the whole world. There’s both good and bad in that. But the good part is writing for fun, honing your skills, and perhaps thinking about who you are. Here’s a comparable entry about me:

I like to laugh-a lot-I like makeup, especially eye makeup-I hate nail polish on myself, but it’s fine on others-except I find elaborate nail jobs on fat bank tellers foolish-I like a glass of wine with dinner-I’m doing weightwatchers and it’s working-I too am a bookworm-I like being home-Love musicals-I guess some of my likes have rubbed off on my daughters (they like musicals too!)-I’m not good at sports-I think I understand people-I drink too much coffee, but I’m not going to give it up-I hate taking pictures. I don’t get a new hairdo often, but every time I do, my hair is shorter-how much shorter can I go?-I’m a torch singer wannabe-but I do have a pretty good voice-I love distaster stories-that makes me a disastraphile-I want my daughters to read more, challenge themselves more in reading difficult works-I did when I was their age, at least I remember it that way-I wonder why the best greens look good on other people, not on me-I want to work in another country, at least one more time in my life-I’ve always been soft on younger men; my husband is the exception-don’t expect me to remember your birthday without a gentle reminder-I’m full of profound observations: write them down, because I rarely get around to it-here’s one: today’s youth were raised on “Friends,” and their social network looks just like that; ours was more individualistic, and if I can think of a sitcom that exemplifies that, I’ll let you know-I like to wake at 2 am and talk; my husband does not-I have pretty things in my house; I like to move them around to make them look like World Market-I chew on my thumbnail sideways like my dad; is it genetic? also I stand unconsciously the way my grandmother used to—7 years ago