I am interested in what others think.. although I don't always agree and might let you know I enjoy hearing varying points of view.

Everyone from different faiths races and mind sets.

I play on the internet a lot now since my job is low key. I have a myspace and facebook account as well. If you are interested in connecting to me through those let me know.

I like all the fine arts.. I love to hear what's going on in the world.
Hey.. is any of you folks have cats and / or big fans of those majestic animals join my group Bow Down to the Wonders of the Cat.. I would love to have you there to contribute polls comments pics etc..

I love 90's grunge.. show tunes.. classical.. I would give any genre of music a chance although I am limited in my country music.. it's a style I haven't taken to very much.

Family Guy... Lost.. The office.. shows on Discovery channel or TLC.. I am still learning and love info.

The Chorus.. Lil Miss Sunshine.. Forrest Gump.. just call me a movie junkie.

The Quaran, the Bible, Animal Farm, The Secret Garden and the dictionary.

Grandkids and grandparents get along so well because they have a common enemy
I was reminded thanks to a poll by Tommy Trend that I do have an appreciation of the Romantic Era of poetry.. read this one by Samuel Taylor Coleridge to yourself.. and see how he was able to choose words that describe the changing mood as this piece progresses
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Ghandi.. Mother Theresa.. Jesus (pbuh) Mohammad(pbuh)Mom and my husband..