L'Ville is not far enough!

I've been wrestling all day with what to write, and still couldn't come up with anything until about 9:30 tonight. That's when it hit me, I'll write about my neice and nephew. Yeah, that sound great! You all get to see why I want to be back in L'Ville so bad (even though Patrick is 85% of the reason).

So Lee Ann, (cutest little thing, blonde curls, chubby cheeks, the whole 9 yards) is 4, starting school next week, and boy, the teachers not going to enjoy having her in class! She is loud, doesn't listen, and likes to tell her brubba, "You're going to get your ass beat by daddy."

Well, She said to me today, and I qoute, "If you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to whoop your ass." Now I know that this shouldn't be as funny as it was but her grandmother and my sister-in-law just start cracking up and I had to be the bad cop.... AGAIN. Which then she's mad at me and she says it again!! A 4 yr old and her own mother doesn't even correct her! So I whooped her good and she starts crying and telling me I'm mean. And both my sister-in-law and grandma immediatly jump to her defense and cuddle her, telling her I didn't mean it. Well, looks like they can deal with her,

Now James is 10, he's starting center for the football team. He's a great kid, but he can talk your ear off, and he has a problem with his temper. He starts school tomorrow and he's excited (i'm excited too)! He swears like a sailor too! But neither of these kids got it from me, I don't swear in front of kids.What to do with these kids! I love them but man, am I glad that i'll be heading back to L'ville and won't have to spend every waking moment being the bad cop!

"I know you are in there! I can hear you caring!"

So I started this blog as a way of expressing myself with out my entire family (facebook) breathing down my neck and telling me that my prespective is all wrong. But now I think I am going to just write and not care what everyone thinks! So I guess to start it off I will explain who I am.
I am 21. I am outgoing, I love people, I love work, I love my obscenely crazy family, I love my friends, but most of all I love God. That's right, you guessed it. I am a Christian. I believe in God even when I believe in Karma and Fate too. I have had my doubts and I've asked my questions but the best that I can come up with is there is a God, and He loves us.
Ive recently (on June 2nd) had a miscarriage. She stopped developing at 9 weeks and I was suppose to be 12. The doctor told me I was one of the strongest woman that he has ever had to tell that too, but I dont show emotion well. My parents are upset that my boyfriend didnt go with me to the hospitol that day but I knew if he had gone with me I would not have been able to hold it together as well. We also found out that day about 3 hours after the baby, which we have named Chasity Marie, his momma passed away. Now you may be thinking how can she still believe there is a God with all that happening? Well here is my answer; I believe God took Chasity because He didn't quite make His qouta on angels, and that He took Grandma Carol so there is someone to watch Chasity when a couple of the other angels claim His attention. I know I will see both Chasity and his mom in Heaven and that is what keeps me going when all I want to do is break down and cry.
I am currently in Ohio. Not enjoying that to much, I wish I was back home in L'Ville. My boyfriend is currently in L'Ville. We are 300 miles apart and have been for almost 2 months now. We've been together almost a year and half and I can't live with out him. :) I am a bibliophile, I seem to always be reading 3 books at once. I am a history fanatic. I love movies. I've worked as a dietary aide in a nursing home, as a car hop for Sonic, as a bar tender, as a server, in a pizza kitchen, in a fondue kitchen, as a concessionist at a theater, as a baby sitter, and as a newspaper 'delivery boy'. I've learned something from every single job, and I've never truely hated any of them. I was in marching band for 4 straight years, and I learned something from that: work hard and strive for perfection. I do what I love, and I try to live as if I will die tomorrow. I am a Michigan Wolverines fan even though I was born and raised in Ohio. I am a University of Kentucky Wildcats fan though I have lived in the heart of Louisville. I am a Green Bay Packers fan though I am dating a Detroit Lions fan. AND I am a Dr. Gregory House fan though I grew up on Dr. Green (ER). I don't like being lied to, I am honest with you so be honest with me. I don't like broken promises, If you cant keep the promise don't make it.
I overreact, I have a temper, I get carried away, and I talk to myself, yet I enjoy my life. I have stuft monkey named Mr. Monkey, and though he likes to call me names, he has rescued me from the pits of depression, anxiety, and writer's block. I have a cabbage patch kid named Austin who has been by my side since I was little. Austin is my salvation, and my only link to being the little girl I once was. I like being barefoot and wearing jeans, a t-shirt and huge sunglasses. I am an Irish-Italian redhead and I am a many sided shape. Im never the same person twice, yet it seems like it. I don't wear a mask, I try to be me.

Now that I have carried on about me, tell me about yourself.

Do you ever get the feeling like you were meant to do something extraordinary?

I want to be strawberry yogurt, not plain yogurt like everyone else. I want to walk through fire and not get burned, bend the space/time continuum and teleport, hear voices as if they were whispered, or fly. I just want to be special. But I'm not... yet. I will be special to my kiddos and I am special to Patrick, and that's all I can ask for, but I feel like there is something more (for my family). Maybe there is, maybe not. Who knows. Mayb ein my past life I was an Amazonian or Joan of Arc, maybe in my next life I will be this amazing, outstanding woman who flies fighter jets and stand up for myself. But those are other lives and I'm not to my full potential, my destiny hasn't pointed itself out yet. I do know for sure that I have this wonderful man who sticks by me through thick and thin, he is going to be the most amazing father to our children. He is all I need, and all I ever want.
So, what if, someone has a slightly diffrent DNA, possibly altered genetic deficency? I mean according to genetics we could possibly have diabeties, heart disease, cancer and even hair and I color are determined. So maybe an alteration of genes could cause someone to read minds, regenerate, even pause time?
So many thoughts, to much science and research to actually prove a theorey. Maybe I should start and maybe I wont. Right now it is just thoughts.

<3 Lizz