about me

I have decided to write a little bit about me due to a lack of anything else to do. My msn buddy decided to have bad internet tonight. :P

I have lived in Winfield my entire life. Although I used to go to school in a tiny tiny town because I lived in the country and that school was closer. That house was near the lake. During the summer, you could hear the jet skis glide across the water, and it was one of the best sounds ever. If you walked to the balcony, you could even see some of the lake.

At that house I....

ran over my twin brother with a four wheeler. =) He wasn't hurt though

Had an awesome snowball fight where we had forts and everything made of snow.

Built a snow fort with my brother. It only lasted a day though...it collapsed over night. =(

Had a donkey named Don! I loved him, and he'd let us ride him all the time.

Had our yard catch on fire and the fire department had to put it out for us

Had a homemade teeter totter in the backyard. Which was just a long board across a sawing horse.

I lived in that house from age 7 to about 13. I remember that house so well because I consider it to be my childhood home. ha



I didn't get to meet my biological dad until I was 16. He never called or anything even though he only lived a few miles away. After his wife died, he started contacting us(my twin and I). He had other kids...4 of them, which I didn't know either. I tended to ignore his phone calls because by the time I was 16..I was grown up. My bro and I did eventually hangout with him and his side of the family. Last summer he called me and had a long conversation about something that I don't remember, and he told me he loved me, but I didn't say it back. I've only known him for about 2 years at that time, but during those 2 years..it was just a few meetings and phone calls.

He died about 4 months later due to alcohol. He drank himself to death because he was so lonely. His wife had past, along with a friend, and his dad. His other kids didn't want a lot to do with him due to other problems, and after his death..I can't help but recall our phone call where I didn't tell him that I loved him back...

At the viewing of his body..I apologized over and over again for god knows what...I guess for not letting him know that I loved him.

There was nothing worse than that moment of guilt, sadness, and emptiness. When the bulge of sadness poured out of my abdomen and came out in the form of tears....I hated it more than anything.


My step dad is also a heavy drinker and smoker. His lungs are pretty much gone, but a lot of that was due to Tuberculosis. He isn't getting better, but it doesn't take a scientist to know that his alcohol is the reason behind the medicine not working. He's an idiot.

I bet he has less than 5 years left in him... He's already on oxygen. He's only 53.

I rambled a lot up there..haha. I hope it interested somebody...