Some people may see me as superficial because I like the rosey things in life. And it's okay, see me however you want I've come to terms with who I am and love me soooo much.

 I have three amzing children, one of whom has given me a beautiful grandaughter. She's 1 year old. They are as follows: Anthony, a natural born clown and the father of my Nuni. He's 35, maried to a wonderful little (short as can be) woman wo loves him very much. Alexis, 23. She's my artistic imp and princess. I feel sorry for the guy that finally hooks up with her. She's spoiled rotten. And last but certainly not least is Patrick, age 18. The older this kid gets, the more he reminds me of his dad. He is the spitting image of Big Patrick (we lost Poppi when he was 9. I've always felt like my son was an orphan, losing such a wonderful parent) and acts like him more each day. He plans on being either a rock star, rap star, or a reality TV doctor who is the star of the show when he grows up.

I write romance novels and have three to my credit, (not a single one has been published) and I'm posting one, as I write it, on my MySpace blog page. I have a tiny following that apparently look forward to it. I say apparently because I haven't posted in a bit and I'm getting messages asking when I plan to post more of it. My childhood wasn't the greatest and I see a lot of me in my books. In both, the male characters and the female characters. The pain that they go through, I've been there done that but, I give them bright and shiny endings, my gift to myself.

On the flip side, I'll tell you a little about the other me. I love shopping, but at thrift stores and antique shops. I have a tiny shop of my own. I love high heeled sandals and low cut tops. Big hairdos and even bigger earrings, manicures and pedicures, kind warm hearted people. I'm a natural flirt and think I'm some sort of Southern Belle with a California Diva twist. I was born in the south but didn't spend my formative years there. If it's something I don't want to do, I'm an expert at putting it off till tomorrow when it should be done today. I must confess that I have a freak flag that I wave once in awhile, (you all do, admit it) but I go to Veags or Hollywood to let my hair down. It's not so obvious in either place. Almost everyone is too busy waving their own.

In the future, I hope to have enough guts to face reality and attempt getting my books published. Do more networking and of course.......write, write, write.