This is what I used to have on my ABOUT ME part. Some folks liked it, so I'm making it avaialble here, but I decided to downsize the about me on my page: I am going to tell you who I am in my head. Anything you see or hear is simply who you think I am. I am five foot twelve. I weight less than 170 pounds, more than 142. My hair is yellow blonde with natural golden highlights. I work out every day and enjoy those cramps I get at the end of a four mile jog. When I am stressed I enjoy a latte al la motte and a good book. My fingernails are long and luxurious. I don't even have to paint them because they are so awesome. When I go to Wal-Mart, I look perfect. My old school mates can't believe how much I haven't changed over the years. I tell them it's a clean heart and good living. I should start my own line of skin care and rejuvenating products. I am a genius. No, I haven't been tested, but I'm so smart that I know I'm a genius without having to be tested. I'm not really genius in all areas of education, but for those things that count, I am a real genius. Just ask me. I'll tell you the truth. I am loved by all and hated by none. No one gets offended at me and I think it's interesting that no one likes to gossip about me. I am blessed like that. I never gossip and I try to keep my opinions to myself unless I get the normal opinion fee of three easy installments of $19.95. I give 50% off to repeat customers if they followed my advice the first time. If a repeat customer does not cherish my opinion, the next opinion is one hard lump sum payment of $99 plus a $25 fee for putting up with your hard knot head. The dumbest thing I've ever done was set my carpet on fire and then my back yard on fire. Nuff said about that. I love my family and it's hard on them living with someone who is right all of the time. But what can I say? Should I just be wrong on purpose to make others comfortable? Wouldn't that be hypocritical? I like to wear solid and bold colors. I have one flowerdy shirt and I look like a float from the Macy's parade when I wear it. I didn't know that until Charline took a picture of me wearing it at the Joyce Meyer conference last week. The next time I wear it, I'll buy some candy and walk down the street throwing it at kids. It's later that it should be. I should be in bed, but who needs beauty sleep when you've got good beauty genes? My 70+ year old grandmother doesn't even have one gray hair on her head. Let the good times roll! When I think of one word that would describe me, I would say...hmmmm... mabye the word, 'leggy'. Yes, that's it. I can't find the right jeans because my long legs turn regular jeans into capris. If I wear heals, I look like a cowgirl I'm so leggy. That's why I say Yee Haw sometimes. If I drink Mt. Dew, I get nuts. Now that's the truth. I try to stay off that hard stuff so that I don't stay awake for like a week. I drink only water so that I stay sane.

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