Everyday is different...not one is the same...

5 things I am doing right now:
1. Just returned from exercising.
2. Watching Clifford the Big Red Dog.
3. Working on car registration.
4. Changing the laundry from washer to dryer.
5. Ella climbing up on a chair to have a snack.

Here's Who I Am

By: Kim Garner
Date: Aug. 27, 1999

Here's What I Like:
Children't Literature
Scrapbooking
Outdoors
Vanilla Coke
Shopping
Travel

Here's What I Hope:
I hope to be any excellent & effective teacher.

Here's What I Wish:
There was no violence in schools, homes, or anywhere there is children.

Here's What I Dream:
I dream of being a good mom and raising my son to follow his dreams and love learning.

Here's What I Want:
To be in better shape and feel good!

Here's What I Don't Like:
I don't like people who whisper to each other when you are talking or are nearby.

Here's What I'm Good At:
I am good at home decoration & .....

Here's What I'd Like to Learn:
I would like to learn how to be more 'artistic'.  My whole life I have thought that I wasn't an artist because I didn't know how to draw.

Here's A Word That Describes Me Best:
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Here's My Personal "Motto":
SUCCESS

{2012 Note: Many of these statements have come to past, and others I have been reminded of now. So grateful I found this exercise I must have filled out during a college class.}

The Last Recital

Playing the piano.
Hearing my fingers flow across the keys
is now a forgotten sound.
I miss performing
I miss my grandma.
Every time the beautiful sound of the ivory keys are heard,
my heart is overwhelmed with past emotions.
Emotions that refresh the mind to times of happiness and also
     moments of sorrow.

Playing the piano.
Hearing my fingers flow across the keys
is now a familiar sound.
My mind is flooded with memories.
Within the silence of her living room
on a dark Sunday evening, I play a new piece,
a joyful melody.
She is the audience.
I hear her hands clapping; her voice complimenting me on
     a beautiful tune.

Playing the piano.
Performing for my grandma as she lays peacefully.
This recital is a chance to tell her how much I love her
by playing one final aria.
My mind is taken from that moment at the funeral,
back to the piano recitals at her home.
One last recital.
For one moment I can hear her hands clapping from heaven
Please don't let the piano stop or the song end.
The music now only runs
     through my mind.

Written November 3, 1998
I found this piece I had written in college as I was packing our house with the move to Texas.....must have been for some class, don't remember.  But I still remember this moment.