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Ruth and Roxanne together
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I'd like to take a moment to honor my good freinds son who died in Iraq. The following links to an online memorial about this soldier:
Honoring Staff Sergent Jeremy Doyle
His dad and step-mom started a restraunt in Morgantown called Jeremys on 252 in his honnor. You take 131 in greenwood all the way to the stoplight at 252 and the restraunt is right there on the right.Its open right now I think everyday but monday. Its small, quaint and the food is good.
Various pictures...
blondie decides to party on new years
Jonathan Rhys Meyers Lyrics
This Time Lyrics
Pic from tuesday night softball team
First night at the vogue
Best buddy Joe from high school with me at adult prom
save a horse ride a cowboy haha
Ruth and Dave Smiley from the radio ZPL
Last day of Neurology clinic job. Last day of bouncy blonde curls. Left clinc job with best freind Sandy as manager with scholarship to earn RN license.
Ruths Car Wreck in 2004. No alchy was involved. I hydroplaned on a rainy day into contstruction cement on 70 and totalled the car. Thanks to my ex telling me about gap insurance, the car was paid for. Get gap. It pays.
Longtime friend Joe
Roxanne at childrens museum for christmas cookie kitchen
Roxanne at our favorite winter getway to wisconsin dells indoor waterpark
Ruth and Alexader from Romania first night at the vogue
Puckershots with my buddy
At friend Zac's playin/watching star craft 2004
I seriously need to crop this picture, but oh well it's up here for now. This is from our Halloween party 2004 Talbot street. We were finalists in the costume contest. Our pictures are in exp magazine. I am the wicked witch with the scary green makeup. My freind Joe is the scarecrow. His friend Andre is dorthy and his sister Andrea is glenda. Andre made the costumes.
My Graduation Day as an RN
Good friend Michael's 30th birthday party
we got our song dancing queen 
Proof that Michael CAN dance...
More Dancing on the Block...
Friends Michael, Joe and Eric Lightin and Lit up
My freinds Joe and Michael on Michael's 30th Birthday
Drinking it up at the birthday party
At Johnny Rockets Final Four indy 2006
Roxanne on her bike
These are less than half of my cousins in michigan. We are at my grandmas 80th birthday party at a catered bar-bq. That kinda fun is my favorite and why I want a pool of my own at my house. Fun family grillin out softball, lazying around the backyard is my favorite.My daughter is the last one on the end. I had a bigger picture of us all poolside that i gave to grandma as a gift and everyone there all hundred of us or so signed the picture frame mat around the picture. I love giving gifts like that to those I love.
Roxanne in softball. She's the tallest one with the braids.
last day of kindergarten
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THIS IS FROM 2004
Welcome to Ruth's page Update in Progress
My favorite description of what I've been up to for the last seven years. This is my favorite showcase of my attitude about relationships and about working hard for something you want. After a while After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesnt always mean security And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-filght. after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong and you really do have worth and you learn and you learn with every goodbye, you learn copywrite 1971 Veronica Shoffstall.
The meaning of Life--by Fredrick Horne
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Everyone please read...
IT DOESN'T INTEREST ME WHAT YOU DO FOR A LIVING.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's
longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love,
for your dream,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your
moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your
own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of
further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without
cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be
true to yourself:
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not
betray your own soul:
if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's
not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own
life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the
lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how
much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up,
after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to
be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the
fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you
have studied.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside,
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and
if you truly like the company you keep in the empty
moments.
...Poem recieved with gratitude from fellow yoga student.
