I'm a Georgia peach, transplanted now in Missouri.
I served 20 years in the USAF, including a stint in the Middle East during the first Gulf War. Hubby is also a USAF veteran.
I support the Second Amendment - along with all the others. I guess that rules me out of ever working for the Obama Nation. Dang!
I love my God, my family and my country - in that order.
I enjoy Bible study, rooting for my favorite American Idol contestants, knitting, reading, gardening, photography, building web sites, swimming, puppies, kitties, football (Go Colts!), poetry, music, soaking in the hot tub, chocolate, Merlot and Margaritas (in moderation).
Why is "Jen" my FReeper screen name? It could have something to do with the Chinese meaning of "jen" - which translates loosely to "humaneness" or "humanity" or "benevolence" or "common people." Or, perhaps with 121,000,000 Google results, I'm trying to make it difficult for Obama's goons to identify me. Or perhaps I'm a big fan of somebody named Jen. Or perhaps it's the name I wish my parents gave me. Or maybe it really is my name. Or maybe not. Whatever the case, I think it's a cool screen name.
Other than that... What do you want to know? And why?
Are you a good person?
Some poems that I like
by Horatius Bonar
The old is better than the new,
The oldest still the best;
And on that oldest of the old
My stedfast faith I rest.
I rest where righteous men of old
Their resting-place once made;
The promise of the womans seed
To crush the serpents head.
That is the oldest of the old,
Yet newest of the new;
In every age the light of time,
In every age the true.
|I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
He moved my soul to seek him, seeking me;
It was not I that found, O Saviour true,
No, I was found of thee.
Thou didst reach forth thy hand and mine enfold;
I walked and sank not on the storm-vexed sea,
`Twas not so much that I on thee took hold,
As thou, dear Lord on me.
I find, I walk, I love, but, O the whole
Of love is but my answer, Lord to thee;
For thou wert long before-hand with my soul,
Always thou lovedst me.
by Georgia Starbuck Galatiansbraith
To human eyes, too much of light
Is blinding as the blackest night.
And this is so, too, of the mind,
In total ignorance it's blind.
But more truth than it can absorb
Will overwhelm the mental orb.
So, lest our vision burn to ashes
God shows us truth in bits and flashes,
White revelations that the brain
Can comprehend and yet stay sane.
And we, poor fools, demand truth's noon
Who scarce can bear its crescent moon.
| Your Political Profile:
|Overall: 90% Conservative, 10% Liberal
|Social Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
|Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
|Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal
|Ethics: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal
|Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal