Whatever I write here has to be backed up by actually getting to know me. I do not want to be "so much cooler online" as Brad Paisley sings it-lol. I like myself and feel that I have much to offer a man who enjoys being told how they make me feel, or likes to include their significant other in fishing and hunting or camping trips, or the type of man who wants to be the strong backbone of the family and lead the family in living right in the eyes of the Lord. However I would be of little to no value to a man who requires that his shirts all be ironed and facing the same direction with matching pants and ties nearby, or the guy who has to have the bed made every morning, the coffee made, and all that other laundry, dishes, toys and such in its proper place at all times. Phew. I would love to be able to keep up on everything and I wish I knew the magic spell for transforming a messy momma into an organizational genie, but I never seem to get it all done. BTW jebidesse at the Y who period come. Its partly because I always pick fun over responsible. If faced with an option to go ride 4wheelers vs. put 3 baskets of laundry and reorganize the kids toys Again, Im strapping my boots on before you can stop me. Wherein lies my true problem. Why should there b 3 loads of laundry. I know, they only come out of the dryer one load at a time, but somehow I manage to Stockpile my work because I can justify that MASS duty is more effective in the long run. There you have it, my huge downfall.