Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I won't vote for Hillary Clinton!
If Hillary would have acted like a real woman and divorced Bill when he got caught being a jerk, I would probably support her all the way. I feel she is a sell-out to all women by lying down and taking it instead of standing up and making a difference. She had her chance to make huge changes in morality and what is right and wrong when she was in the White House. It would have made quite an impact. I feel she would have been supported by most women if she would have divorced Bill. I want the next president to be strong in their beliefs and not afraid to stand up for themself.
A Christian to the Slaughter
I started writing a book named "A Christian to the Slaughter" in 1986. It is a work in progress, and I have decided to finish it on-line in order to keep it current.
The reason for writing the book was to chronicle my entrance into the "real world" outside my protected environment of home life prior to the age of 18. I was not only raised a Christian, but was raised on a farm in Illinois. I am the oldest of 4 daughters.
It was hard to leave my family when I married. My husband was in the military which was taking me far away (well, far to me). I was extremely excited about the travel, but very worried about being so far from home while my husband was overseas in Germany.
I met my husband on a blind date in 1972. We went to see the movie "Billie Jack" with my girlfriend and his best friend who were dating. It was my husband's first week back from Vietnam between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We double-dated for two weeks, got engaged on New Years Eve; then married in March.
Needless to say, my parents were not too thrilled that it happened so fast or that my husband was a divorced man with a child and he was six years my senior.
My first trip into the "real world (referred to as RW from here on out)" was on our honeymoon the night we got married. We went out to a resturaunt in St. Louis near our motel. We were moving to Topeka, KS where he would be stationed at Forbes AFB for a short time until his transfer came in to Washington DC.
Our waitress asked us what the occasion was for our celebration. We told her we had just gotten married. She was so nice and brought a small iced cake to the table with a sparkler on top. I was smiling, then noticed my legs were getting burned by the fallout of the sparkler. When I mentioned it, the waitress said "Don't be silly, sparklers don't burn you!" We finished our meal and went to our room. As I undressed, I noticed my pantyhose were full of little holes and runs from the fire of the sparkler. NEVER LET ANYONE CONVINCE YOU THAT WHAT YOU KNOW, IS NOT POSSIBLE!
.........................to be continued
The reason for writing the book was to chronicle my entrance into the "real world" outside my protected environment of home life prior to the age of 18. I was not only raised a Christian, but was raised on a farm in Illinois. I am the oldest of 4 daughters.
It was hard to leave my family when I married. My husband was in the military which was taking me far away (well, far to me). I was extremely excited about the travel, but very worried about being so far from home while my husband was overseas in Germany.
I met my husband on a blind date in 1972. We went to see the movie "Billie Jack" with my girlfriend and his best friend who were dating. It was my husband's first week back from Vietnam between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We double-dated for two weeks, got engaged on New Years Eve; then married in March.
Needless to say, my parents were not too thrilled that it happened so fast or that my husband was a divorced man with a child and he was six years my senior.
My first trip into the "real world (referred to as RW from here on out)" was on our honeymoon the night we got married. We went out to a resturaunt in St. Louis near our motel. We were moving to Topeka, KS where he would be stationed at Forbes AFB for a short time until his transfer came in to Washington DC.
Our waitress asked us what the occasion was for our celebration. We told her we had just gotten married. She was so nice and brought a small iced cake to the table with a sparkler on top. I was smiling, then noticed my legs were getting burned by the fallout of the sparkler. When I mentioned it, the waitress said "Don't be silly, sparklers don't burn you!" We finished our meal and went to our room. As I undressed, I noticed my pantyhose were full of little holes and runs from the fire of the sparkler. NEVER LET ANYONE CONVINCE YOU THAT WHAT YOU KNOW, IS NOT POSSIBLE!
.........................to be continued
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