I am interested in playing the rain, making mud pies, playing with lego's and fisherprice people. I love to sing obnoxiously loud in the car, dance really badly whenever a good song comes on, play air instruments to my favorite band (MUSE). I love Van Gogh and Monet. I LOVE BOOKS. I enjoy a good wine tour, and I'm trying really hard to like beer. I've not been very sucessful yet. It's like drinking soap. Gag. I love listening to classical music. And I adore using my imagination. I can make up some of the most fantastical stories ever. I also get a lot of enjoyment out of my words-points system. Every time someone uses a large or little-used word in everyday speech, I give them points. So if you said "Would you pass the salad accoutrements?" I would give you 10 pts. It's terribly fun. I love playing. Sometimes I give myself points..... (technically that's against the rules seeing as how I'm the creator/administrator of the game. shh.)

I know a lot of those seem silly and maybe you think I've said them to sound charmingly young at heart. But I didn't. I really do like to build little lego houses and dance like a really really white girl. It's my way of enjoying life. I hope someone out there would like to enjoy it with me.

Growing up my family ran the gamut from Baptist to Non-Denominational before settling in the PCA when I was 10. If you had asked me this question pre-10, I would have told you when I was six, sitting on that puke colored chair in our living room. I was then baptized (in the non-denominational church) when I was about 8. Looking back though, I don't think that was really the time when I fully comitted my life to Christ. I remember being riddled with doubt and terrified I wasn't really saved. I think I felt that because of the loose doctrine I had been raised in and the complete lack of understanding on my part as to what truly makes you part of God's Kingdom.

After being part of a truly fanastic PCA church for the past 13 years, I would say that I realized I was child of God around age 11 or 12. By that time I had been taught a great deal of reformed doctrine and realized that salvation was not 'walking down the aisle' and that it couldn't be snatched back from me. God expects us to fail every single day in our walk. Sanctification is a life-long process after all!

I hate to admit it.....I think my spiritual walk is on a bit of a plateau at this point. During my teens and into my twenties I had a bosom friend who did not entirely share my beliefs. We would sit for hours debating infant baptism, free will, body piercings, and tons of other things. It was iron sharpening iron. Our little theological forays kept me always looking for new Scripture and forced me to fully examine my beliefs. Unfortunantly, as many friends do, we parted ways a couple of years ago. I am still very strong in my walk with Christ, but I don't have that same challenge and learning fervor that I did. Hopefully I will rediscover this quality in my future husband and I will once again be leaping in growth.

As I mentioned above, gaining a grasp on the Doctrines of Grace changed my life. As a small child religion, salvation, heaven and hell, etc. were all part of this mysterious, filmy world that I never really understood. I lived in fear of going to hell because I dumped my oatmeal in the trash, and as a little kid I prayed FERVENTLY for those seven years during the end times to be real so that in case I didn't make the rapture the first time I would have a whack at it the second go-round! I guess you could say I lived in the fear of God, but not the right kind of fear!

When the Doctrines of Grace were introduced to me, it was like somebody had finally taken Windex to that film and turned a spot light on everything. Things started to make sense. Logical sense. All that worry and angst I remember dealing with as a kid faded away. Obviously I don't have everything figured out yet but now that I understand what a God-fearing walk is supposed to be, it's ok.

I recently finished up a study called Self Confrontation that took several years. Since then I've been following our pastor as he preaches. Every week I download his most recent sermon and then study it furthur in depth. I use concordances and books to build upon and expound upon what he taught.

I love to read Ephesians- its one of my favorite books. And seeing as our pastor is going through Revelations, I've been reading a lot out of there as well.

I don't know if I have a 'favorite' character. I really enjoy Rahab though, if I had to pick one. She was living in continual sin and yet God used her to glorify him. It reminds me that I, as a sinner, can and will glorify God in what I do, whether I mean to or not. It also lifts me up to know that no sinner is beyond the reach of God.

I should do the proper thing and blather on about how 'I'm ok waiting for the man God has for me blah blah blah'. But if I'm being honest, NO I'M NOT CONTENT! I want that other half of me. I believe that somewhere out there, there's a guy who has been created and molded, by God, to fulfill me in every aspect of my life. Just as I will fulfill him. I need that spiritual head and that leadership. I yearn for it. At this point, I feel like an airplane circling the airport. I'm in a holding pattern, waiting to get the ok to land on that runway. All I need is for God to show me who I'm trying to reach on the ground. Obviously, I can't really do much at this point. I really don't see the point in dating senselessly just to pass time until Mr. Right shows up. I have no choice but to wait. I try to consider it a lesson in patience. ; ) I fully trust that some day, I will have someone to cook and clean for, someone to guide me, someone to share my life with. Let's just providentially cross our fingers that that day is sooner rather than later!

I had to ask a friend for this. According to her, I am sarcastic (so not true), analytical (so very very true), helpful, and sweet.

I think that I am riotously funny, intelligent (I really hope that one is semi true at least), and yes sarcastic, and loyal. But then again, I don't really have the best perspective there do I!

Skipping the obvious answers, I am really passionate about.......conspiracy theories. YES YES. I admit it. I am a closet conspiracy theorist/survivalist. I won't go into the details (after all, I'm here to ATTRACT men, not send them running for their lives.....). Ok, so maybe that was a joke. sort of. not. : )

If I'm answering seriously, I think I'm passionate about most things. I'm not one of those people who floats through life ambivalently. I don't just go to work to do my job. I go and spend every single day trying to be the best that I can. I want to be indespensible. I want my boss to look at my work and think 'man. she never fails to get it right.' I don't practice the piano for church every Sunday just enough to play a decent service. I go through every book trying to find those pieces that I think will motivate our congregation for the following week. To me, every service is like a concert appearance and I should prepare like it. Which, if you consider it a concert for God, then it is! When I go out for a photography shoot, I don't just try for good shots. I want my client to look at the developed pictures and have their breath taken away. Every time they see them.

I've been told (a lot) that I'm really just OCD to the extreme, not passionate (there might be a tad of truth there), but I don't see it that way. I do everything the way I do because I don't want to look back and regret not doing something to the fullest or not trying something that I could have or not going somewhere that I would have loved. I guess my passion is life. Wow. It took me three paragraphs to come up with that.....

I am thankful for..........1) the printing press. I honestly think I would lose my mind if I didn't have books to read. I ADORE books. No, actually, I adore printed material. I could read every day all day and never get tired of it; B) I am ETERNALLY thankful for friends. I have two in mind. They have been my crutches through some of the hardest times of my life. I will always love them so much; and Three) I am thankful for my church family. Although I don't always love and get along with them all, they have been behind me every step of the way. Encouraging me when I needed it, yelling at me when I needed THAT, teaching me about everything - not just Scripture. They are my extended family and I couldn't make it without them.

I'll just say it straight up: I like nerds. Probably because I am one! Seriously though, I enjoy intelligent people. Not people with PhD's or tons of education necessarily. Just people who view life as a learning experience, always eager to gather that new piece of information. Though if you do have a PhD that's ok with me too.....

People who can make me laugh - really laugh deep down in my stomach- will win my heart every time. I've had a couple of hard knocks in my life and I sometimes let myself forget that life is FUN! People who can remind me of that quickly earn a spot in my life.

I require honesty and loyalty. If you are not honest with me, don't bother. And I will respect you enough to be honest and loyal back. I don't expect anyone to be perfect. We all mess up frequently. I just ask that you respect me enough to tell me about it. If you know me at all, you'll realize that I probably won't care what you did. Just tell me so we can address it and move on. Loyalty is not AS important but I still hold it in high regard. I've had relationships where I've been left standing on my own while my significant other took off and I seriously was not appreciative of that. At all. If you can't stand with me, don't stand near me at all.

I'm not really sure what my personality traits are. People always say 'you crack me up'. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that.... but hey. At least I can provide comic relief right! I know that I am very shy and introverted. At least until I feel comfortable with you. Depending on who you are, I open up pretty quickly usually. I care, almost too much, about other people. I say too much because I am known to put other people ahead of myself to my detriment. That isn't really a good thing. But I really really want to help people out. Especially friends and family.I am also brutally honest, I expect the same from everyone else. I know. I aim high!

I was HEAVILY influenced by a friend of mine, Larry. I first met him in college, at the tender age of 17. He was coming back to school for a degree at the age of 40. He was married and had five (yes five) little boys. Because we were the same major and ran in the same circles, and also shared the same beliefs, we quickly grew close. He was like a dad to me, and I know he loved me like his own kid. He would get on my case whenever I did something wrong or stupid, whether it was speeding or flirting with some random guy. Because I was young and really an idiot, he would check up on me all the time, sometimes dragging me out of situations that I shouldn't have been in. He never let me get away with anything. And as a very young impressionable college kid, I needed that. We ended up traveling with our classmates all over the country and he watched out for me every step of the way. I could ask him any question and receive an honest answer. When I eventually moved on to a different school five hours away, he would call me and nag me about what I was doing. Was I behaving? Getting all A's? As I grew older we grew apart (I guess I was finally learning to walk a straight line:) ) but he never stopped loving me and I never stopped caring about him. Two years ago this October he was hit by car while on his motorcycle on the way work and died a really horrible death. I felt like my actual dad had died. I was furious with the person who hit him for months and months after that. I would get so angry at them for taking someone so important to me away. I would scream and cry all at the same time. I don't know why his death hit me so hard but it did. Then I thought about what he would say to me if he could have seen me so torn up and lacking faith in God at that moment. First he would yell at me a lot, telling me that obviously God needed him gone and me throwing a fit about it wouldn't make it any difference. And then he'd tell me just to get the heck over it. It was an accident and those people will live with guilt forever while he kicked it in Heaven. After that occured to me it got easier to deal with him being gone. But even though he isn't here anymore I still think of him often.

The other person I would have to mention would be my Grandpa. He was the epitome of a Christ-like figure. I had so much respect and love for him, I can't even express it. He has been gone about 5 years now but I will never forget the things he taught me. If I can ever be half the person he was, I will have greatly exceeded my own expectations.

Oh man. I've only had one truly serious relationship. I liken it to the sinking of the Titantic. There was a lot of hype. Tons of media coverage. Then wham bam thank you ma'm. We hit the iceberg and sank in a day. I don't regret it. I think we were FAR too young. We were old enough to date but we were not old enough (or mature enough) to handle what we were getting into. I have good memories and I hope that he and I will remain in some form of contact through life. But I would never go back to it.

That leaves me on my own for.....ugh. 5 years now. Can I use that as an excuse for my poor social skills? Just kidding.....about using it as an excuse -not my social skills.

I look forward to starting a new relationship because I have since learned so many things about what having a partner is really about. I'm excited to have a chance to have a 'real grown up' relationship. As opposed to the highschool/college romantic disaster that I last experienced. Since I was so young and stupid does it really even count? Can I maybe, I don't know, write it off or something? Like a tax deduction?

I have an endless resevoir of lines from movies and songs. There isn't enough space to put it all. Scripture wise I love Eph. 1: 15 to the end of the chapter. I won't tell you why. Go read it and find out.

So I'm not TECHNICALLY a drug dealer.....though it sounds much more dangerous and full of excitement than what I really do. It also sounds highly illegal..... ANYWAY. I am a CPhT. A Certified Pharmacy Technician for you lay people. You would not believe how rivetingly fascinating it is. Just kidding. I count pills all day. Amongst other things. I currently head a compounding lab in a specialty pharmacy. So instead of just counting drugs all day, now I get to make them too. It's pretty cool. I have been in this field of work since I was 16 and I adore it. Serious this time. I love every minute of what I do. Most people don't get that but I really don't care. I enjoy it and it pays that bills. So there.

I also work/serve as our church pianist. I started training as a classical pianist at age 5. So you know....20 years later I manage to bang out the hymns. : )

yes. I would like to use my molecule building set to create the molecular structure of the amino acids that spell out my name. Then I would put it in a shadowbox and hang on the wall. Don't laugh at me. I'm being serious. The only reason I haven't done this yet is because I packed my building set away after o-chem in college and haven't found it since.

I would also like to read 5 million books by the time I die. It's totally doable.

I read, work on my photography, sew quilts, cross stitch, watch movies, go to concerts, go to symphonies and orchestras, work in the garden, draw, organize things, cook.....I'm running out of things to write here. I guess I'm pretty boring in my leisure time. I do enjoy a good game of pool. And for you rednecks out there (like myself) I enjoy a good game of Shoot-the-Can-Off-the-Log-in-the-Backyard. Come on now. We have to earn these reputations some how!

I was born in the great city of Bristol, TN, home of the Bristol Motor Speedway. Note: just because I live next to the race track doesn't mean I like NASCAR. I loathe it actually. I now live in Blountvegas (or Blountville) TN.

I have also lived in Lexington, KY (adored it) and Murfreesboro, TN (kind of adored it).

I have been out to the west coast (California and WA) and pretty much all up and down the east coast. I haven't made it higher than NY yet but I'm working on it. I've been out to Missouri and all the way up to the IL part of the Great Lakes. My mother is orginally from Chi-Town so we've covered that area pretty heavily. And of course, I've been all the way down to FL.

I haven't been out of the country yet but I'm ready for it! I have my passport already! Anyone? anyone?

My family is all local for the most part. I really love the area here. The mountains are part of me. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't move. It just depends on the person and the situation.

DA CUBBIES!!!!

Considering it's taken me ALL NIGHT to fill this out, I think about everything has been covered. Unless you want to know that I broke my skull wide open once. From ear to ear. Cracked like an egg. And no, that does not 'explain why I turned out the way I did'. HA HA it was only funny the first 10 million times someone said it. If I did somehow leave something out, ask me. I'm pretty verbose. Don't mind sharing. All that jiz. Also, I promise my face is not nearly as round as it appears in pictures. Or at least I hope it isnt. eeks.