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( The King of the Forest and his Dorothy)
Stu and I have been married 8 years, alot of which have been spent apart from each other. Stu is in the navy, under his rate he controls fighters, he is stationed aboard the Aegis Destroyer USS Barry DDG-52. He will make his last long deployment in Nov of 97 before he retires in 2002, seems like a long way off. He loves Hotrods, he has his 1971 Malibu, that will one day be restored he says. The kids call it the blue bomber. He loves to fish and hunt, and of course golf.
What do I do with my free time?
What free time? My 3 kids keep me buisy with their extracuricular activities
and school and of course those dreaded trips to the emergency room, but
you gotta love em. I love my Wizard of Oz collection, and my other little
collectibles that hold a memorie. I have been so buisy with kids stuff,
hockey and baseball and the new school year has begun. We will be transferring
to Duluth, Minnesota in February of 1999. Stu will be recruiting and I
will be with family again. I have been spoiled with the warm southern winters
so I am not looking foward to going back to the cold weather but hey I'll
have babysitters and maybe Stu and I will have a social life. I'm happy
to say that sea time is over and retirment is right around the corner.
I also got a partime job at Lillian
Vernon, for the holidays. It was nice to get a first paycheck in 8
years. Gives me a break from the housewife scene which is nice.
Yearwood Trisha Everybody Knows
Under The Rainbow
Evening, porch swing, we love to watch it rain, To some folks, it ain't much, but we think we've got it made, Some people dream about streets paved with gold, Only to find a yellow brick road, We know the way that story goes.
Chorus: Here under the rainbow, People pass us by, We laugh at the way they laugh at you and I, The world is spinning around and around, Everybody's looking for higher ground, But here under the rainbow dreams fall from the sky, from the sky.
We've got an old car with spare parts and a broken radio, So many back seat memories we just can't let it go, Sometimes we like to take it out, Give the neighbours something to talk about, Movin' as slow as the law allows.
Chorus
Some people dream about streets paved with gold, Only to find a yellow brick road, We know the way that story goes.
Chorus
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