About Honey!
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About Honey! |
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I am really happy to have you visit. No such thang as strangers... just new friends! My house is cluttered, noisy and busy but I believe in "The More The Merrier!" So just pull up a seat, kick off your shoes, and get comfortable. I am a talker. Give me any kind of reason to open my mouth, and I just do! Who knows why? Maybe you will even wanna take the time to share a bit of your life with me. Would you like some java?I'm mostly a coffee drinker... love the caffeine and sugar. Or maybe you'd rather have a COKE or iced tea?
So how are you Today?? Whatcha wanna know first?
Name:HONEYHONEY (Yep! That's the Name on my Internet Passport!)
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Most of my friends call me "Honey". I am a very unbashful Southern girl of Irish descent.For a visual, I am kinda SLIM, petite, short BLONDE hair, hazel eyes, dimples, turned-up nose and a quick grin. I weigh in nekkid at 115 lbs and might be considered vertically challenged at 5'2" tall. I never have dieted, bothered to eat healthy, or been much of an exercise or aerobics enthusiast, but have remained the same size since high school.... those were the days of Woodstock, The Beatles, and Viet Nam. It is not necessarily all good not gaining weight. It means my closets are jam packed with useless obsolete clothes that I cannot bring myself to throw away just because they still fit. I know. I know. bell-bottoms and mini's are back in style. (smile)
Never had the money or opportunity to travel, so I have lived in Nashville, Tennessee since the day I was born... a long long time ago!
Someday I'd like to take a vacation. My preference would be a warm place like Mexico. I am not fond of cold weather. Even during our mild winters, I hibernate. LAS VEGAS sounds appealing too. I love the idea of glamour, glitter and bright lights, along with the people, drama and the hustle bustle of a big city.
Like most women, I have worn many "hats" in my lifetime. As a child, I was a skinny tomboy who grew into a rebellious teenager. I was headstrong and stubborn, the type daughter that you would not wish on your worst enemy. Now I am an adult, a responsible U.S. citizen, and a Christian with a personal and intimate relationship with GOD. I am not the preachy type, nor a goody two shoes. I am fascinated and tolerant of almost any religious beliefs. I dislike being judged, and try not to judge others. When I go to church, it's because I really need to be there. Misbehaving is easy for me!
I have been a student, beautician, secretary, cocktail waitress, receptionist, manicurist, bookkeeper, housekeeper, factory worker, babysitter, sales person, landlord and software installer. Seems like I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how not to work so I could stay home more with my children. Not exactly the career oriented type, but I like my bills to be paid on time so I compromise.
When I started trying to write "about me", I wanted to convey that I had my own identity with weird quirks of personality apart from being a mother (which is the role I most value). Sometimes I am naughty and tease, other times I am serious and caring. I can be emotional and cry at sad movies, but I do not like anybody seeing me in tears. I laugh and talk a lot. I do not like beer. I can burn minute rice, and forget housecleaning! Sometimes I am lazy... sometimes energetic. I have no musical talent, even my humming is a little off-key. Oh, and I do NOT snore. I am loyal to friends. I like being me. I feel very blessed with the opportunities I have had to learn, love and grow.
DIVORCED (intending to stay that way). Sometimes I believe God invented MAN for just two purposes, and I have *finally* learned to step on spiders for myself. And the second, well.... ummm... blush... I think I'll opt for the rental-lease option rather than the full purchase plan because the warranty ain't so good anyhow! I am just teasing. Lots of guys are worth dating and getting to know better. While I enjoy the freedom and novel opportunities of being single, I do not have much financial security.
Some qualities that I consider of utmost importance in a boyfriend are being alive, adult but not too OLD to have fun, kind-hearted, childproof (my kids can be very trying at times), honest, polite, intelligent, trustworthy, witty, VERBAL, chivalrous, and humorous. I love adventures. It is a big plus if a male is a handyman type (I can expertly BREAK just about anythang). I am not a gold digger, but I appreciate a guy owning transportation (a vehicle with a heater) that actually moves without pedaling. Naturally the one most important condition is that a boyfriend of mine has to like me! (smile)
Can somebody tell me why first DATES are usually for dinner and a movie? In my experience, the dinner always turns out to be spaghetti. Is that an unspoken rule in the romance book? Do guys really critique a girl by how she slurps noodles?
So you're asking yourself, "Hmmmmmm... what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like *this*?" About ten years ago, I discovered computers. Modeming was not the fashionable pasttime that it is today. Most people were totally unaware of the fledgling Internet, but there were lots of free local Bbs. Genie, Prodigy, and AOL were expensive then because you paid by the minute. (yep, AOL was a big call-in pay Bbs back then) I felt calling computers, posting messages, playing games, chatting was so superior to loud intrusiveTelephones, which always managed to catch me in the Bathroom or during dinner. (grin) Somebody was always available for conversations at the weirdest hours! (which is generally exactly the ones I keep). I became addicted to the online world.
It's another world... a dimension where skin color, age, nationality, religion, appearance, clothes, wealth, sex and sexual preferences are insignificant background noise..... a strange inspiring place where others listen and accept you based on the inside not the outside.
Soon I was a Sysop (short for System Operator) of a full-time ATARI 8-bit Bulletin Board System (BBS) with a whopping big 20 meg hard drive, 300 baud modem and not much memory. Of course, games, graphics, sound and other applications were tons smaller too, and general opinion was that "You can't read any faster than 300 baud anyhow!"My BBS was for discussion and debate, but other BBSs offered environments as varied as the computer owners who ran them. The kids usually ran the "War" boards. Understand that nobody got paid for any of this, but there was no shortage of people who considered it a community service, and a challenge if they could afford a dedicated phone line or two and a spare computer. VIRUSES were rare, but the almost obsolete but once popular Ataris and Commodores had a habit of "crashing" a lot, demanding dedication, determination and sleepless nights.
Several Sysops in my area would join forces and plan activities for our combined callers so there were lots of get-togethers for picnics, baseball games, swimming, bowling, parties, breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.
What we did was as diverse as the many users, their ages, and interests. The looks of shock and disbelief when first meeting the face on the other side of the screen almost always gave way to hugs and interesting conversations. All of my very best most trusted friends were "computer nerds" as we referred to ourselves, and our common meeting ground was called "ModemLand". Wow! That almost makes me a pioneer of the Internet, huh?! (grin)
Sometimes I wonder about you, the mighty Internet surfer. What tempted you to browse through my rambling inane writings? Were you enticed by a few devious paragraphs that have links surreptitiously embedded in them? Or maybe it's the graphics, like those pictures that Playboy subscribers claim is not their reason for buying the magazine? It would be encouraging if you left me E-MAIL as proof that you actually read this.... kinda makes me uneasy to be talking to myself!
Ya'll Come back Now, Ya Hear?
"Bye-Bye"
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