.!. Despite being inspired my brother, I didn't make this list till Dave made me do it, nevertheless, I think I may learn a few things about myself as I share them with others.

2. Faithwise, I'm pretty muddled. My belief in God and Jesus Christ is crystal clear, the rest, well, I'm working on it.

3. .I hate funerals, and plan to have a party when i die.

4. I really love Children, and want my own.

5. I have been married twice, to the same man. It's working out a lot better the second time:) From him, I have learned that romance comes and goes, but love goes on and on.

6. I've been afraid to drive for years. My goal for 2009 is to end it being the proud owner of my driver's license, so stay off the sidewalks.

7. I've been a fan of Simon and Garfunkel since I can remember. Their music has had a profound impact on my life. and I try to share it with as many people as I can. I love music of all kinda, but they're still my favorite.

8. I'm not much of a drinker, but my favorite drink is Southern Comfort and Coke with a splash of lime.

9. I have the strangest dreams of almost anybody I know, but the really odd thing is that I recall them most of the time when I wake up. Also, I dream in color.

10. I know a lot of really really horrible jokes, and greatly enjoy inflicting them on other people. Mwahahahahaha.

11. I am a sentimental person. I cry easily, and I wear my heart on my sleeve. Some people see this as a weakness, but I don't. It's just the way I'm wired, and I can't really change it, I see it as a weakness, but also as a strength. I can't hide my feelings, but at least people know I am being honest.

12. I tell myself "bedtime stories" before I go to sleep. My two favorite ones are a (non sexual!) fantasy about Art Garfunkel, and one of me as a genius kid. I don't know why these two always put me to sleep, but they do, Perhaps it explains number 9.

13. I love cats. Mine sleeps with me every night, even though he is rotten.

14.I've got a stubborn streak a mile wide, but I think I can be reasoned with (at least most of the time)

15. I miss my Grandparents, all of them, a lot. (I am Grateful that some of my Great Aunts are still alive, and I think my Aunt Gerry could probably kick my ass in a fair fight.

16. I love Philly steak sandwiches. I think they are the world's most perfect food, and someday I'm going to Pennsylvania to eat a "real" one.

17. Is my Birthday, March 17, 1979. I Love my Birthday, in all of it's beery Green Irish glory.

18. Is my Brother's Birthday, the following Day and year from mine, my brother knows me better than anyone else in the world, probably. except for my husband, and like my husband uses this information to push my buttons, but also to sometimes know the exact right thing to say. Love ya, Jen.

19. The older I get, the faster time goes, in another ten years, I believe I will be approaching light speed.

20. I think that I am an ok singer, a pretty good cook, a fair masseuse and I try to be a good listener. I can also read really fast, have at least half a brain, and can type 30 WPM.

21. I have a bad temper, tend to be lazy, can't sew worth a damn, and can't draw a straight line with a ruler, also I'm hopelessly uncoordinated.

22. One thing I am most grateful for in my life is my parents. I have a stellar Mom and Dad. Everytime I think about them, it puts a smile on my face, and I realize that there are many who don't have this blessing

23 Politically, I'm pretty middle of the road. Much to my Daddy's chagrin, I do lean a bit left. I am registered as an independant.

24. If I could throw a dinner party and invite 9 people, living or dead, I would invite:Paul Simon, Art Garfunkel, My Grandma Treva,Amelia Earhart,Mick FoleyJanis Joplin,Gilda Radner,the Apostle Paul and Miss Piggy .
 

25. As I finish this list, I'm a bit chilly, a lot tired, smoking a cigarette, and listening to Harry Chapin. Hope you enjoyed reading this.

Seems like the balls-to-the-wall period of the last few months is finally over. (knock on wood) After the last update ( that had some relevance to my actual life) Clark was in the hospital due to some neurological stuff.. I hope things are calming down finally.. I need to quit being so lazy too. It has caused me a lot of problems.. If I'm going to be House bitch I need to at least do a good job of it, so i'm trying to get my act together. Clark and I are also trying to get our shit together. Marriage is emotionally exhausting sometimes, no,  a lot of the time. I would say, on the whole, however, that it is worth it. Also I will try to update my story soon, if anyone is still interested in it.

An auburn haired girl sat under the beech tree, outside the campus library, her nose in a book. She was oblivious to the world around her, so when Robin Berkeley's dog stole one of the shoes laying on the ground next to her, she didn't even notice, at first.

" Marcus!! Bad Dog!! Come here. Sit!!" The black lab mix obediently trotted back to his owner, the contraband in his mouth dropped at his master's feet with a sheepish doggie grin.

Robin approached the girl with her slightly-the-worse-for-wear shoe. "I'm really sorry about that. Big goofy bastard got away from me"

Fortunately, the girl didn't look too pissed. "That's ok, I should have been keeping better track of them, I just got caught up in my book."

"Warfare at Sea, 1850-1880: Maritime Conflicts and the Transformation of Europe" Sounds..interesting"

She laughed. "Actually it, is, believe it or not: It's for a class I'm taking." She took the shoe from him with a bright smile, and Robin felt his heart do a little back flip.

"I'm Robin" he said, offering the hand that was not attached to Marcus' leash.

"Phoebe." she said, taking it. Her hands were warm, and soft, and Robin felt his heart twitch again. "Actually, I have to get to class, but it was nice meeting you.."

" Hey, um..when you get out of class, would you like to get a cup of coffee, or something?" Oh Geez, Rob, real smooth.

But Phoebe was nodding. "I'd love to; Meet you back here at a quarter after?"

"Sounds great. I'll see you then."

Robin's feet barely touched the earth as he walked Marcus home.

* * *

Phoebe McCoy checked her hair in the ladies room mirror as soon as class was over. She didn't want to keep Robin waiting, but a girl's got to look her best, right? She sighed, wishing she looked like one of those Barbie doll types she saw on campus, the ones with perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect breasts and bodies. The girls who looked put together by professionals, who never had pimples, or cold sores, or ... corns! She laughed ruefully. She was a bit surprised that a guy who looked like Robin had even given her the time of day. It's like polishing a turd. She thought. I don't have so much as a lip gloss on me to improve things. She sighed again, made one last attempt to smooth her hair and went to go meet Robin.

He was standing under the beach tree outside the library and smiled at her as she approached.

"Hey, How was class?"

"Oh, not too bad, I guess." She smiled wishing he wasn't looking at her so intensely. Maybe she had food on her shirt, or something. If only she didn't feel so self-conscious!

"Who do you have?"

"Palmer."

He grinned. " He's an pompous ass. I had him last semester."

She giggled, "Yeah, maybe. He makes you think, though"

"So, Student Union, for the coffee?"

"Yeah, that sounds good."

They walked towards the Student Center. Robin found himself fascinated with the way the girl moved.. she turned to him, finally.

" Do I have food in my teeth or something?"

"Well, no, of course not, why??

"You keep looking at me so odd."

Robin blushed to the roots of his hair. "No, of course not. It's just, well, you're very pretty."

She snorted. "Are you kidding me? I got no makeup on, no fashionable clothes, my hair is barely brushed..."

"So what?" he said. None of that matters a damn to me, if you were a queen bedecked with jewels you wouldn't be any better looking than you are now.."

She looked at him quizzically. "Do you really mean that?"

" I do." Now it was Phoebe's turn to blush. "Screw this." Robin said. "Let's go back to my place."

"Not to overuse a cliché, but what kind of girl do you think I am?"

"Dunno," he said, "but I'd sure like to find out."

"Good enough for me." she said.

They headed back to Robin's place.

* * *

Five hours later, it was, well, five hours later. Marcus lay curled up, snoring, at their feet. Phoebe couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so comfortable with anybody, let alone a strange guy she'd just met earlier that day. They were sitting cross legged on Robin's battered futon, facing each other, they'd talked about art, politics, music, touched on religion and history, and generally lost all track of the time. The were in the middle of a heated discussion about The Office when Robin finally looked at the clock.

"Holy Mackerel It's past 8."

"You've got to be joking!" But no, the clock told the sad truth. "Aw, I hate that! I really got to be going, though, Oh, Robin, How glad I am that Marcus stole my shoe!" She bent to scratch the sleeping Lab behind one of his floppy ears.

He walked her to the door. "Not as glad as I am. At the risk of sounding like Scary Stalker Guy it seems as if.."

"...We've known each other forever?"

He beamed. "Yes, that's it exactly. When can I see you again?"

"I'll be at the library tomorrow."

They looked at one another, both feeling the connection that needed no words. He took her hand in both of his, and kissed her gently. Their first kiss, the first of many, he hoped, and watched wistfully at the window until she was no longer in sight.