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All about me...I'm back.

1. I am very sensitive

2. I am very insecure and don't always look it

3. I can't get my hair perfectly straight without alot of work

4. I love my friends like they are my family

5. I love my husband and his kids and my new family

6. I love my brother even though we are very different

7. I get very overwhelmed easily in large noisy crowds or around angry people

8. I am good at my job, although I don't talk about it

9. My mom died when I was 16, my dad when I was 35. I miss them very much.

10. I am a pleaser

11. I wish I had more time to spend with my friends.

12. I want to know my step kids better

13. I am not afraid to die, but worry about how I will die

14. I do not like mean people

15. I prayed for a husband like Robbie, for years, while I was married to Tim

16. I am very sensative to people's energy and emotions, and it's sometimes a blessing and sometimes a curse

17. I love to be home

18. I also love to be outside

19. There was a long period of time when I comtemplated running away

20. I do not like it when people stare at me.

21. I want a classic vw bug

22. I love to cook/bake

23. I am named after one of my mom's friends

24. I worry about Maya dying

25. I want my husband to be happy, and make his life enjoyable

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