smackiesmommy
Power Conserver
Name: Courtney A.K.A Smackiesmommy
Birthday: July 12, 1987
Hometown: Newnan, Ga
Current Residence: Newnan, Ga
Relationship Status: Married
Political Views: Government should keep their nose out of my business
Religious Views: Wiccan
Activities: being a mommy and karaoke
Interests: Interesting stuff like canning and gardening
Favorite Music: too much to name
Favorite TV Shows: don't get to watch much tv
Favorite Movies: Horror. Fried green tomatoes
Favorite Books: Watership down. Of mice and men. A mid summer nights dream
About Me: I am a full time mom/wife/chef/taxi/nurse/farmer/vet/accountant and anything else you can think of. I am everything to everyone and no one at all.
I guess I am like many of you here..just trying to make my way in this world and provide for my family.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
Birthday: July 12, 1987
Hometown: Newnan, Ga
Current Residence: Newnan, Ga
Relationship Status: Married
Political Views: Government should keep their nose out of my business
Religious Views: Wiccan
Activities: being a mommy and karaoke
Interests: Interesting stuff like canning and gardening
Favorite Music: too much to name
Favorite TV Shows: don't get to watch much tv
Favorite Movies: Horror. Fried green tomatoes
Favorite Books: Watership down. Of mice and men. A mid summer nights dream
About Me: I am a full time mom/wife/chef/taxi/nurse/farmer/vet/accountant and anything else you can think of. I am everything to everyone and no one at all.
I guess I am like many of you here..just trying to make my way in this world and provide for my family.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson