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Amy. EST 1984. Mommy to two very beautiful little girls. Currently a SAHM and loving it. Divorced and In a Relationship.

I'm a bookworm, addicted to LJ, Myspace, crocheting and crime dramas. I'm a first class grade A klutz. I can trip over anything, and spill everything. I tend to over analyze everything, and am entirely too logical at times. I can kick back every now and then and be silly though.

I love to have a good time, no matter where it is. I hate cold and love the sunshine. I have way more makeup than I could ever wear (since I never wear it!) and more shoes than anyone could ever need.

My daughters are the most beautiful babies I've ever seen.

Katie was born in July 2003. She's my drama queen. Everything is a huge deal. She loves cheerleading, reading, and drawing. If I let her she would wear heels and dresses at all times. She's very loving and affectionate and always right there when you need a big hug.

Samantha was born in October 2008. She's a whole different animal than Katie. All of a sudden I feel like a brand new mommy again. Her smiles are huge and light up her whole face and she's not stingy with them. She's definitely keeping me on my toes!

Patrick and I have been dating since October 2007.

Patrick is the perfect compliment to my anxious, needy little self. He's level headed and he can always calm me down when I feel like I'm falling apart. He doesn't even have to try, just being around him calms my manic soul. I can be as silly as I want to be, and serious as I need to be. He never tells me that I am anything less than just what he needs.

I can't imagine what my life would be like now if he hadn't come into it, and I thank God every day for him.

My family is loud, obnoxious, and someone is always at war with someone else. We all have very strong distinct personalities and tend to clash on a regular basis, but can always count on each other when times get hard.

My mother was the youngest of 6 so the list of aunts, uncles, cousins and so on is endless. We're far from white trash, but I doubt anyone would ever call us high class.

My best friends are all members of my family, and the ones who aren't related by blood are accepted as if they were.

My journal is just that, mine. I ramble and cuss. I bitch and moan and whine and cry. I laugh and make jokes, I snark and snicker.

I refuse to edit myself to protect anyone's delicate sensibilities. My entries can be confusing, focused, or both at the same time.

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