Don't Stress the Small Stuff

"I keep thinking we really need to step back and make it all not so stressful somehow...". A friend of mine recently made this comment about all the preparation involved in getting ready for Christmas. That got me thinking........


This really is the key. This year I was determined not to stress over Christmas. Starting early has helped. But when I feel overwhelmed I have had to step away and come back to whatever I was working on later. This "high blood pressure" stuff has forced me to not sweat the small stuff. And because I know I'm not good at the whole baking cookies, perfect Christmas dinner, perfect tree , over the top Christmas stuff it has really eased the stress factor. We even brought gift cards for some of the nieces and nephews this year. Sort of the like the queen Latifah commercial. They will be happy, and I don't spend days trying to find the "perfect" gift, only to disappoint someone ( usually myself ). Hang in there ladies. Christmas may only be days away, but it will get better. Its sort of like touring Disney. You can either do the commando thing, or slow down, not catch every attraction but really enjoy the experience. This year I have decided to enjoy the experience.
Cyndi

Home for Christmas

Those of you who know me, know I tend to stress out big time when it comes to Christmas. A few years ago I announced to my family that we were going to Disney for Christmas. It was the best Christmas ever. A few years went by and once again I planned a trip to WDW for Christmas ( actually we came home Christmas Eve ). This Christmas was a challenge, but upon my return I was convinced more then ever that the best plan for my family was a destination Christmas ( more then likely Disney ). Needless to say some people in my family were not to happy to hear this ( mainly my sister Cori ). But my children are all grown, and their Christmas wish list has gotten smaller, so the usual production of Christmas is no longer a problem for us. Also I enjoy leaving the cooking, cleaning and decorating up to the great folks at WDW ( less face it they spoiled me ). I like being able to go see all of the great decorations, listening to the great music, and spending time shopping for fun stuff rather then fighting folks for that one special gift that everyone and their mom is looking for. Disney allowed me to get back that family feeling you should have a Christmas. It allowed me to think about the true meaning of Christmas, and gave me time to reflect on what an awesome gift God gave us when Jesus was born. For the first time in a long time the gifts and the hussle and bustle of Christmas were not as important. Spending time with my family and friends meant more. Havin said all of that I have promised my sister that I will spend the next two years at home for Christmas ( after that all bets are off ). Which brings me to my story....I agreed to host Christmas dinner this year. Of course the old feelings of being overwhelmed by the process started all over again. But this weekend my husband changed all of that. After 23 years of marriage my husband finally broke down and went all out with the Christmas decorating. We spent all day Saturday outside setting up lights, bows, angels, and wreaths out front ( it wouldn't have taken as long if Marc had known how to change the fuse in our Christmas lights. A sure sign that this was foreign territory to him ). Its been a long time coming ( we have never had Christmas decorations up this early )and even though I see going away for Christmas becoming a family tradition in the coming years. I would not have traded this weekend for anything in the world. Maybe it finally paid off going to WDW for two Christmas in a row. Maybe it was just time, but for whatever reason I am soo glad I spent the day with Marc planning out and putting up our "Winter Wonderland " ( at least that's what Nicki called it when she got home from work that evening ). We still have a few more lights to go up ( there is a big tree on the side of the house that hubby has decided needs lights ). And I have already compiled a list for next year of things I would like to add on ( and yes, we may still decorate the outside even if we are away for Christmas ). I would like to add some trees and wreaths or swags to the front porch, and get two of the grazing reindeer. Maybe even a speaker with Christmas music playing on the front porch. Marc did surprise me by buying the angel this year, so I am content ( for now ). I love seeing it all lit up at night, but the best part for me was the time we spent together that day ( can you tell this was the best part for me ? ). Thanksgiving day I got really sick and spent the a week 1/2 recovering. "Black Friday" we tried to get out and do some shopping for Christmas , but by the middle of the afternoon my body has started to shut down , so we called it a day and went home. Marc spent the rest of that evening by my side while I slept. The day we spent on the Christmas lights was the first day I had felt like doing anything even remotely related to Christmas. That evening after we finally finished ( we were outside from 10:30 am to around 7:30 that night, in between several trips to the store ) I kept looking out the window like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. Sounds crazy but the lights made me feel like a kid again, and frankly that's what I love about Disney. Thanks honey, for bringing that feeling of Disney to our home and for being such a kind and loving husband ( not to mention the fact that you took away all of the stress I usually associate with Christmas and turned it into a fun memory ). I guess you are a keeper, because you made me feel at home for Christmas.

IHOP

For several years a few of us will get together after church on Sunday evening and hit the local IHOP. Usually for omelet's or icecream ( in my case its usually a waffle ). The other night a few of us got together after a week of revival at church and just hung out together , laughing and cutting up like teens. It felt good to be able to just relax and spend time with some really good friends. Sometimes I think our children forget that us "old" parents like to get out and have fun also. I'm forever being told that I just don't get it. Huh! Sometimes I think they don't get it. They don't get that we use to be young once ( actually I still feel pretty young ) and that we like time to ourselves and that we don't always want to have to have worries or cares. I tell friends who have young children to remember to take time out for themselves. Plan a date night or go away for a weekend. And please take time to vacation away just you two. One day those babies will be grown ups and you and your husband will be home alone. You want to be able to enjoy the empty nest together rather then spend that time in seperate areas of that nest for the next twenty years !

Baby Girl

Happy Birthday Nicki,its hard to believe that you are twenty years old! It seems like not to long ago that we made several trips to the hospital to have you ( for those of you who do not know it, I was in labor with Nicki for 4 days thanks to some incompetent people at the hospital ). Of course I should have known then that you would be impatient to see the world. You came to us a month early and from the time you hit the ground you ran without stopping. You have never been good at waiting for other's to do for you what you can do for yourself. You have always demanded attention. And even now people know when Nicki is around. It shows in everything you do and how you carry yourself. You were my sunshine child ( I joke about the fact that I birthed night , day and evening ), without fail you would wake up bright and early in the morning eager to see what the day offered. You seemed to be the one person who could get your brother and sister up and going in the morning. Sometimes its hard for me to let you go and be you. Partly because you are my baby, but also in part because I know that the day is coming when you must stretch your wings and fly. My wish for you and your siblings is that you fly and soar with ease, but that you all remember that if you ever need to return to the nest that we are here waiting with open arms. I know that God has a special plan for your life. Do not forget where you come from in your eagerness to get away. Remember God is always with you and will be there to direct your path. Keep your mind stayed on him and honor him in all that you do. You know that you can do all things through Christ Jesus. We love you and wish you a very special twentieth birthday.

Gail

May 15, 1954-October 19, 2005

Women In Touch Ministries is all about women helping women to be empowered through their personal relationship with Jesus Christ. If ever there was a woman who exemplified exactly that, it was Gail.

Ms. Gail was a woman of integrity, she was honest, loving and a woman of her word. She held you accountable for your words and your actions. She wasn’t about a lot of foolishness and unnecessary mess. Say what you mean, mean what you say, when you are right speak out and when your wrong say so, apologize, forgive, and move on. If you have a problem with someone or something, pray and ask God what you should do, and then do that. She didn’t believe in asking people for a lot of advice, when you could ask God and get the right answer. She believed God had a purpose and a plan when she was diagnosed with cancer. Her mission: seek God for his purpose, follow his plan, let her life be a witness to knowing God and make God known to others.

Gail said God wanted to use her so others can see a living testimony of no excuses: believe, trust, praise and glorify God in all you do, no matter what your condition of existence. Gail loved to laugh and have fun. She loved to eat and she loved to be with and around people. So when you combined praise and worship with food, fellowship and fun that would be her heaven on earth.

Gail had pain, suffering and changes in her body and mind because of the cancer and treatment. But she never let that keep her from serving or praising God with everything she had. She was always ready and willing to help whenever and wherever she could. And she was always ready for a road trip. If we couldn’t get our plans together fast enough she would make up her on travel plans. And if no one else could make plans to go well you know the song “I’ll go if I have to go by myself.”

Gail had so many children I have lost count. She raised more teenagers to adults and adults to be better adults than any of us could ever count. One of those children sent Rev. and Gail an anniversary card this past week to celebrate their 13th year of marriage. In her card she said that Rev. and Gail had taught her one more lesson about love. I really believe that we all could learn a lot from their relationship about real love. One, that Rev. and Gail both loved the Lord, two, that Jeffery loved him some Gail, and three, that Gail loved her some Jeffery. We witness this so much so that we often asked Rev. to give classes in being a good romantic, thoughtful, special dates remembering husband, affectionately named Husbandry 101. Rev. would just laugh it off and tell us we were funny. But later on, probably during a Women In Touch meeting Gail would tell us the secret to having such a wonderful, and romantic husband. If you want a loving, wonderfully, thoughtful, romantic husband, like Jeffery, you would have to be a wonderfully, romantic, giving wife, like Gail. And she would proceed to tell us in detail what to do. Usually the R-rated version. ( With fingers in ears : "2 much information, 2 much information" ). Gag, gag. We are women of God, and as women of God ….. we took notes, detailed notes and asked for graphics and diagrams. Gail loved to make us laugh, she enjoyed a good joke. We love you Gail.

Gail was talented and wrote many songs, poems, special writings for Dear Friends and Family members. We, Women In Touch Ministries, were honored by her love for us, individually and collectively, and she expressed this in the poem she wrote for us that is printed on the program. She also wrote our ministries theme song, Women In Touch. We, the WIT Wives, have learned many lessons through Wiley’s illness. The biggest one we learned is that we need to be together and together we do great, awesome, and miraculous things with God, for God.

Gail was an awesome teacher and as any good teacher will tell you at the end of a lesson there will be a test. Are you ready for your test?
1)If you knew Gail raise your right hand (That’s the one that’s not your left hand ).
2)If knowing Gail made a difference in your life raise your left hand. (That’s the one that’s not your right hand ).
3)If you knew that Gail loved the Lord stand on your feet.
4)If Gail’s life witnessed to you about the love of God and the importance of a personal relationship with Jesus Christ your Savior, shout halleluyah, shout glory.

Her mission: seek God for his purpose, follow his plan, let her life be a witness to knowing God and make God known to others. Gail mission accomplished. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Written by Teresa H ( WIT Wife )

This page is dedicated to a very special friend who fought a good fight even to the end. Gail I know you are in a better place and that you are smiling down on your WIT Wives. Thank you for the warmth and love you gave to us all while you were here with us on earth.

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True Purpose

Many times I talk about what a great hubby I have. How he puts up with all of my Disney stuff. Including several trips to the world every couple of years. Not to mention the tons of scrapbook items I use each day. He is very supportive of most everything I have ever tried to do. From Mary Kay to Lady Remington, to Creative Memories ( yes, that's a whole other issue ). Four years ago we joined a great church and my husband an I seemed to switch roles. At one point in our life I spent most of my time in several ministries at our former church. You name it, I seemed to be involved in it. From the womens ministry,dance,drama,choir to the upper room ministry ( which entailed setting up for banquets held at our fellowship hall ). When we moved on to GMZ I felt as if I was emotionally and physically drained. So I went on a "sabatical". The one thing I didn't give up was music. Music seems to keep me in check. When I feel myself pulling away from God, I turn on my cd and immerse myself in worship with him. Brings me back everytime. But a part of me still refused to get involved at church. Granted I would show up for events and the usual services, but part of me was guarding my heart. Leaving our last church was very painful, and it took me a long time to heal. A year ago Marc became the youth director at our church and despite my best efforts I began to become involved once again in ministry. Over the years I have tried to define what my "calling" was , and though I do not consider myself a teacher ( or a preacher...I leave that to hubby thank goodness ) I knew that God had a purpose for me. The problem was that I kept trying to label it. I even took those test that tell you what gifts you have. In the last few months I have let go of finding out what that gift is, and instead I am trusting that God will reveal to me what he has in store for my life. I'm finding that by letting go and letting God lead me that I am now finding ministry to be a blessing and not a burden. Of course check back with me after this months long list of activities and see how I am doing ( just kidding ). So todays blog is dedicated to my great hubby who seems to keep it together no matter what the situation. Now that's showing True Purpose.

Its In The Water !

To say that my family has good genes is an understatement. For as far back as I can remember people have always commented on the fact that my mom looks like my sister. Now years later my daughter's get that when we are out together. It seems that without fail someone will ask how old I am when I tell them I am the mother of three college age children. My husband gets it the worst. For a number of years he has been going bald. It can't be helped. It runs in his family. Even when we were first married and lived overseas, people would come to the door and ask me could they speak to my parents. Keep in mind I did marry young ( Marc and I are only a year apart in age by the way ), but they never asked my husband this question. I think in part because he is what you would call an old soul. Marc was the kind of teen that showed up to school with a briefcase, jacket and tie. Even when we first met he talked about owning his own home ( and he was sixteen at the time ) and raising a family of thirteen kids ( I nipped that one in the bud real fast ). The first time he took me home to meet his dad, he pulled him aside and told him to take that little girl back home before he got in trouble with the law ( I was 18 at the time ). Where does this "young" look come from ? If we could have bottled it I could be a rich "young" women. Now if you ask the people in my hometown, they would say its in the water. Most of my family members ( cousins, siblings, and the like ) all have that same look. Yes, times have been hard. And we go through the same daily grind as everyone else. But frankly I think its because God has shown us grace. Family is a big part of my daily life ( not just with my kids, but aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings ). A few months ago I was diagnosed with High Blood Pressure. I begin to get nosebleeds, something I had never had in all my life. The doctors gave me hbp pills, and I decreased the amount of salt in my diet. The nosebleeds continued. It was not until I made a trip home to see my family ( who frankly would have come to me if I hadn't have come home that weekend ) did I notice a change in my symptoms. For the first time in weeks my blood pressure was down. I started to get the brightness back in my eyes. I truly believe that it was their presence and prayers that made the difference ( with help from some good friends also ). From that day forward my nosebleeds stopped. Weeks later when I went to the specialist so that he could seal the place where the bleeding occurred I had been without a nosebleed for exactly a month ! Two weeks ago I went back for a follow-up and he said I was as good as new. As a matter of fact he said he didn't expect to have to see me again. My Great aunt is 81 years young. She is famous for not traveling to far out of her comfort zone, except on rare occasions. Well, guess what ? She has been over to my home at least twice that I can think of since my nosebleed episode. Its love like this that I know has gotten me through many rough times. Its the same love that I know is the reason we all look so well. Is it in the water ? You bet ! The water called "love".

Got Pie ( or cheesecake ) ?

Ok, in the grand scheme of things not a lot has been going on the last couple of days. So I thought , what can I write about the will be significant (lol ) ? Frankly I couldn't come up with anything. So instead I thought it would be a good day to just be frivolous. So here goes.....My favorite dessert is apple pie ( actually I love most pies , except cherry ). As a child I grew up eating my grandmother's apple pie. It was especially good hot, with a scoop of vanilla icecream on top. My Grandma Lea would bake this pie everytime the family had a special occasion. Mostly I remember it from our family reunions each New Year. A tradition that started with my Grandma Berta. She made some of the best lemon meringue pies. Unfortunately, She died from cancer when I was a child. So for many years we did not have the regular family get together. When my grandfather remarried, Grandma Lea took up the tradition. Once again our family home would fill up with grandchildren ( and great grands ), cousins, siblings, aunts and uncles. The smell of the food would hit you before you even got out of the car. I can still see the dining table overflowing ( before Uncle John and Uncle Richard hit it ) with all kinds of meat, side dishes and of course the famous desserts. Now, being young ( and a little dumb ) it never occurred to me ( even into adulthood ) that my grandmother had not been baking her famous apple pie from scratch. After Marc and I married I wanted to make ( or attempt to make ) Grandma Lea's famous apple pie. Boy, did I get a surprise when I called to ask for the "family" recipe. Grandma paused a minute and then told me I could get her famous pie in the frozen food section at the local grocery store. Just look for Mrs. Smith's ! So now when we have a New Years get-together and I am asked to bring a dessert. I sometimes bring Grandma Lea's "famous" apple pie ! Long story, short ... I started thinking about pie's the other day after spending the evening with the dress sale girls at the Cheesecake factory. We treated ourselves to a night out. I usually order the rasberry lemon cheesecake , but this time I tasted my girlfriends key lime cheesecake and fell in love. So for the last few days I have been searching high and low for a place that sell's key lime cheesecake ( or pie would be even better ). So if you come over for dinner one evening and I bring out my "famous" key lime pie , don't give away my secret.

It was the Best of Times

Quisha has turned twenty one !! Wow, I can't believe I am the mother of twenty year old children. But I am very proud of the people they are becoming. This weekend Quisha celebrated her big day with the many women who have influenced her life over the years. No men allowed ! ( Although my husband was allowed to come in at the end of the night with cake ). Some family and a lot of friends ( including some great ladies from our church ). Even the first child she ever babysat for was there. We all ate together at the local chinese buffet place. After our meal her godmother, her great aunt, her cousin, her sister, her "adopted" grandmother and adopted "dress sale aunts" gave words of wisdom. We opened gifts and had cake before calling it a night. It was a very blessed evening. The hardest part of the night was getting the beautiful flowers and the dozen balloons in the car. The best part was seeing the big smile on my childs face the whole night.

Life Goes On.

I took the advice of friends and stepped away from the tv and the internet for a few days. Marc had a business trip to Delaware, so I tagged along for the ride. Spent the day chilling at the hotel and then sitting in the lobby after check out for a few hours. No tv, no radio so I took the time to read . Over the weekend we were busy with every day life. On Sunday I was blessed to meet a family from NO, who relocated to our area. It felt good to be able to help someone rather then just hand out a check and watch from tv. My daughters have even talked about being ambassadors to a college student at their campus. This week my oldest daughter will turn 21 and within a month my son will be 22 and my "baby" girl will be 20 ! The one thing I realized this week is that life goes on. Whether we want it to or not. As much as I would like to wallow in the events of the last two weeks, I know I owe it to my family to get on with life. Has it changed me ? Yes! Without a doubt I look at life differently, but I also know I must continue to function so that I can be a help to my own, but also to others. There are still dishes to wash, clothes to clean, and people to pick up after. So for me, Life goes own ( at least until my next trip to Disney ).

Just Imagine ....

I has taken me a few days to clear my head. For days I seemed unable to step away from the tv. It breaks my heart to see the suffering going on around us. But sitting here praying was not enough. Maybe physically going down to the Gulf Coast and helping is not an option, but in the last 24 hours I have learned that there is plenty I can do right here, from my seat in front of the computer. It started yesterday morning with a call from the treasurer of our our womens group. Life and circumstances seem to have gotten in the way and we are not as active as before. Our account was slowly being chipped away at with bank fee's. We decided to empty our account and donate it to the Katrina victims. As I made calls to inform the ladies, I started to hear about people who were taking in family and some who were even taking in total strangers. At one home in Alabama a lady had taken in 40 plus people and even my cousin had a brother in law who had taken in a large group. The latter was local so last night Marc went over to check on them. He also took water and cash for immediate needs. Friends on-line offered support, but even as we talked they were hearing of people being sent to their area ( some even as far as Massachusetts ). The one thing I noticed during all of this was that people wanted to help. Anyone who says that we as a people only care about ourselves must not know the people I know. And for the first time in many days I slept soundly. Not so much because of anything my family did personally , but because now I know longer have to imagine what would happen if my family was ever in a crisis ( or someome I knew ). No, I slept because I knew there would be those there for me if needed and if the roles were reversed I would do the same. All over the United States right now there are people who never imagined their life would come to this. But I also bet they never expected total strangers would step up to the plate and embrace them the way I have seen being done in the last few days. Just imagine if we all did this everyday , what kind of world it could be.

That thing called "Normal".

For the last few days I have been glued to the television. Though I have no relatives or friends in New Orleans or Biloxi, it breaks my heart thinking of all of those people who are suffering and dying down there. I do have a friend that lives in Panama City and I wonder how she and her family have been coping with the many storms that have come their way. Of course my goddaughter is in Alabama so that was one of the first calls I made . All is well and Cass said they were without electricity a while , but that things are back up and back to normal. This got me to thinking what is normal ? Is it normal to sit here in my comfortable home and watch babies dying and elderly folks at the mercy of a kind stranger? Is it normal to watch my brothers and sisters dying on the streets here in the United States ? Yes, everyday someone dies and there have been homeless people for years on the streets of our cities. The sites I have seen in the last few days remind me of clips from Africa or Asia. And each time I saw the images on the screen I wanted to reach out and help in some way. I even called my husband at work and asked if there is something our church could do. Our pastor must have read my mine because it was less then two hours later that I got a call that there would be a special meeting at our church that night to discuss what we could do. When Marc came back from the meeting not only had they decided to send a monetary donation , but are discussing what can be done in the long term. I try to imagine what would happen if this happened here. I mean less face facts I live near the ocean. We are at risk each year from hurricanes and flooding. And each year we think ( just like I imagine those on the gulf coast thought ) that it will not be that bad. I don't think I will ever think that way again. It has also made me think about what is important to me. "Things" that I once thought I would grab if I needed to leave my home no longer matter. If my family left all in one piece then I would be happy. I thank goodness I have a large family that would be there no matter what. But what if all of us were displaced ? ( and this could happen ). A large majority of my family live within an hour to two hours of each other. How do we even prepare for something like this ? I hope that when we look at what is happening down South that we don't judge to harshly the folks that are going through ( maybe some should have left, but many others were in no condition to leave or did not have the means ).One day it could be us! Will life as we know it ever be normal again ? Honestly, I hope not. I hope this makes us think about what we can do differently. When we wake up each day are we only thinking about ourselves ? Maybe its time to think about the true purpose God put us on this earth for. Maybe now when we pass someone on the street that may not look like us we will remember that we are all one in the same.

Cutting edge

Ok, the next time Marc says use scissors I will listen. This morning while trying to be a helpful and loving wife, I slit my thumb open using my kitchen knives. I was trying to take some stupid tabs off of a brand new umbrella set Marc had brought. Dumb move Cyndi ( as I type with one hand ). Now I am praying it will heal on its on and I won't have to go into the doctor again. Between the nosebleeds and the high blood pressure I frankly have had enough of doctors for a while. The sad part ( for me ) was that I was on a roll and was only a few pages away from finishing the Disney album. Oh well, maybe it was a sign I needed to slow down. Thank goodness for a laptop or I would be going stir crazy at home. And thankfully it was not my right hand so I can still do some things. Ok, getting off now because my hand is starting to throb.

Half full or half empty ?

Ever have one of those days when it seems like nothing goes right ? Or you feel down and can't put your put finger on why ? Today was one of those days. If I tried to explain , it probably wouldn't make much sense. Maybe I'm just tired from all of the running around we have been doing the last few days. I thought scrapping would take my mind off of things. Instead the time alone just allowed me more time to think. I feel like there is soo much I should be doing, but today was not that day. I did accomplish something though. I cranked out 6 pages in my 2004 Disney album, and I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I am only a few pages away from finishing the whole album. Yah !!!!!! So I guess if I think about it, today wasn't to bad of a day. Shows that you make a day what it will be. You can either choose to look at the glass as half full , or half empty. Today I choose to look at it as being half full.

Maybe its the fact that I have been to so many funerals for family and friends this week, or maybe the women in my life have influenced the way I view the importance of relationships, but I love spending time with my girls. Yesterday I spent the afternoon just hanging out with them at the mall. I remember the day when I realized my mom was more then just a mom, but also my friend. Another moment I will never forget is when my sister and I became best of friends. We try to talk with each other at least once a week and most weeks we are on the phone with our mom every other day or so. I hope that in some ways I have passed this tradition down to my daughters. Actually I know I have, because I see it each day in them with their bestfriends ( who happen to be their cousins ). These four young ladies call themselves "C-Unit ( the C stands for cousins ). They do everything together, and most weekends you will find them together at my home or at one of the other mom's homes. The best part about this is that I had that exact same relationship with their moms. It makes me proud to see the care that exist between them. I hope to see that same bond in my granddaughter's one day.

Hello

Not sure why I am doing this, except a good friend named PattyT set one up and I liked the look of it. I can keep up with friends and family and let them know what's happening in my family's daily life. The good, the bad, and the ugly I guess. Anyway, my name is Cyndi and I am a mother of three college age children ( who just happen to still stay at home ). So it makes life very interesting. I have been married for over 22 years to Marc, who is a minister. My favorite pastime includes several trips to WDW each year or so. I also love scrapbooking and photography. I recently got a new camera, which I can't wait to use at WDW. Hopefully next year my family will finally get to go on a Disney cruise to the Bahamas ( keeping our fingers crossed because we have had to postpone twice ). I am a "retired" SAHM ( when you consider I have spent the last 23 years at home with my children ). Now I am able to travel with hubby on business trips, and go out for dates with friends, and lunches with girlfriends. I consider myself a very blessed women. I also spend a lot of time on-line chatting witha very special group of ladies called the Dis-Scrapaddicts. I have even met a few of the IRL ( in real life ). When I am not chatting with them I am usually surfing the web checking out several scrapboards, or disney websites ( yes, I have a sickness for disney, hence the nickname disneyqueen ).

Most of my life has been spent in church. My grandfather was a minister, my uncle is one, my godfather and even my husband are all minister's. I guess this is my destiny.