I grabbed her friday deal and brought it here,
1-What is "must see" TV for you?

I love all the Law and Orders and CSI – no matter what state.
I also watch Forensic Files, True Crimes and Cold Case.
Dog the Bounty Hunter is a great show.
I also absolutely love Globe Trekker and I watch antique road show because the stories are great off of there.

2-Are you registered to vote and do you?

Yep and Of course.

3-Chips or Popcorn?
I loved Chips, although Eric Estrada is very strange now.
I really love movie popcorn! Yum - Yum - Yum!
I have to get snow caps with them too.
Oh and a diet Pepsi to counter-act the calories in the popcorn.
*looks at you*
I know, but it’s my mind game!


4-Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?

This summer, my sister-in-law’s gave some to us and we had some of my mother-in-law’s at her home. They both were great!

5-Last sandwich you ate at home?

Tuna fish with onion

6- How did you come up with your blog title and blog name?

When I met my hubby on yahoo I had a ton of ‘yahoo buddies’ and didn’t like to ignore them when we wanted to talk to him, so I made a name just to talk to him on, and I named it Whispered Promise.
The thought behind the name itself was that I was so hurt and maimed from my first marriage that I truly believed in Matthew but was so scared to believe in the possibility that we could get everything to work.
I had lost faith in life.
The name is a way of acknowledging the possibility, and yet keeping it completely between him and I.

7-What trees (if any) are in your front yard?

Growing up we had blue spruces and lilacs, I loved the smell of spring!!
I don’t have any in NY but In Maryland I have a Myrtle tree and a Maple tree, out back I have a Magnolia!

8- Favorite brand of Mayo?

Okay, this is a funny thing for me.
Potato salad and subs, I like Mayonnaise (Kraft or Hellmann’s, I don’t care), everything else I like Miracle Whip.

9-The last time you had a couch potato day, what did you watch?

The Lord of The Rings Set (I seen them all in the theatre, reread the trilogy and I wanted to watch them all again)

The last time I had a couch potato day, I watched several old literature movies with my girls. (This particular list: Lorna Dune, Little Women, Emma, Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility.)

We do this occasionally, it rules, we hang in ‘jamas and order in our meals.

10-Share an often repeated phrase your parents used while you were growing up.

Dad’s: What in Sam’s Hill?
You fall and break your leg, don’t come running for me!
Don’t take any wooden nickels.

Mom’s: Just wait til your dad gets home!
I said my peace.

On My Mind:

I love Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year I am having my parents to my home in NY for Thanksgiving and it is the year I have the girls.
Normally we travel to Maryland, but because of how the holiday fell in the time frame it is much more feasible to have it here with my parents. My husband is going to have his own fixings and share it with his daughter. Yes it will be hard to be apart but we have suffered much harder things and we are Thankful for what we do have in this life together.
Christmas this year will be home in Maryland with my hubby. It is the year the girls will be with their dad, I will celebrate Christmas with them when I return to NY on New Years and once again my parents along with my brothers and family will be getting altogether.
Normally this will be rough to be apart from the girls but they had last year with me and Matthew and since then Matthew’s daddy passed away and this is his and his mom’s first Christmas without him. I am making the meal Christmas day and we are all going to mom’s Christmas Eve, so I think the way it worked was for the best really.

Things aren’t fair; life doesn’t come out with the bad guys losing and the good guys winning. Although this may seem like a harsh venue for some, I have learned to take from the good. Hatred will only create hate, so I need to find the love and share that, it helps me heal and it keeps me in the right direction.

I have seen events that have turned the mighty to the fallen.
I have witnessed the wise become the student, the child carry forth the faith, and the constructed become decomposed.
I have felt the scorn of the overly righteous, the shattering of a heart, the thrill of freedom and the brilliance of knowledge.
I also know what it is like to be rejected, humbled, homeless and scared.
I now have unconditional love, elation, comfort, joy and peace.
I recognize deceit, weakness, honesty and joy.
I have swallowed bitterness, pain, my voice and patience.
I have rebuked darkness and venomous lies.
I believe in my faith, Matthew, and myself.
I fight for my children's future.
I desire normality.

Your subconscious mind is driven most by Peace

You have a deeply-rooted desire to make peace in the world. Whether through subtle interactions with loved ones, or through getting involved in social causes, it is important to you to be able to influence the world in a positive way.

You have a deep respect for humankind. You care about the future of the world, even beyond your own involvement in it, and you inspire others to feel the same way. Your innate drive toward peace guides you in daily life towards decisions that are respectful toward yourself and others.

Your psyche is very rich; the more you learn about it, the more you will understand who you really are.

Give it a try!

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I got this from Poh,
She designed it, and I grabbed it, filled it out and brought it back to my blog. It's how I operate sometimes! *grins* I don't think she will mind.

When did you start on the blogstream?	January 3, 2006
What were you expecting to get out of it when you started?	A place to free some of my thoughts.
What is the biggest surprise you've had since you started?	There are some highly creative forces, beyond what I imagined here.
What is the best thing about blogging?	finding Diversity
Would you say you are addicted to blogging?	No, But I make a conscience effort not to be addicted.
Do you see that as good or bad or neither?	Good.
Name some bloggers you like and say what it is you like about them?	Poh~She is my gal pal and my inspirational speaker . Roie Van Bib~ She displays great faith and has such a poetic look on life. Colo~ That girlfriend makes me think in curves and angles. Daisy~ My gal Daisy loves science much as I do. She and have lived a parellel life in some ways. Ash's mom~She is my playmate, her and Nightbug can get me stirred up. Bob Holt~ He is my brotha from anotha motha. Ice~ That man makes me look from behind as much as what is in front of me. Lucy~ her bling is as big as her heart. kkTaylor ~ She and I are kindred spirits. River Rat ~ That girl is my next door neighbor by choice, she has my back!. Rita B~ She is downright fun, she I found while playing at AM's house one day. Library Cat~ I love visiting him because he is encouraging and fun(and he has books!). Mad Yankee~ That boy is well, Crazy and full of vinegar and sugar. The Captain and Chey~ They always have their door open and welcome any new piece of news to share. Sherry~ The girl is alway up to something! Gina~ She is where I drop by, relax and share our lives. Peachy~ She is always a good place to rant and rave and share. Rosie~ Sweet Rosie is extremely creative and tenderhearted spirit, I relate well with her. Scratch~ My dragon friend is mystical and open hearted. Polar~ That girl always has room to fit me in her parties and is the only one who refers to me as Whiskers. Palakari~ She is a good mom and a great friend balancing a lot of plates and doing it well. Valkryrie has such an interesting twist on things, she keeps my visions open. Six and Prank are my hope that Matthew and I can happen for many others, they are two great, creative people giving us a window into a great love affair. Looking for Lucy ~She has an awesome love for God and is a sweet friend. June~ She is a new friend but has displayed great faith. Hailey~ My sweet young friend who I hope continue to be just who she is in life. Chells~ An open heart willing to share all she has for others. Whit~A blogger who has made me think even when I didn't want to! (I know I ended the sentence in a preposition and it is driving you crazy Whit!) Raven~ An expression of poetic words. Ren~ Though she has left, I still will pray for her Rusty. She is a good woman and friend. Gecko~ I find their blog interesting in deed. LadyLee~She has a good heart. Wayfarer~He is nothing but a good man. Peace Wayf! Girlpreacher~A girlfriend that I have just started to get to know, I like what I see. Topaz~ She delivers inspiration in pictoral form.
What is the worst thing about blogging?	Time.
Now that you've started, do you think you will ever give up blogging?	Nope.
If you have a blog on another site, what is the difference between that site and the blogstream?	Who has that kind of time? I don't.
If you knew the blogstream was going to have a party somewhere in the U.S. would you go?	Probably not. I have two household, 2 jobs, 4 kids, my sweet hubby and a dog, oh and a blog to keep up with as well.
Who would be the blogger you would most like to meet?	Hmmmmm....Don't know, maybe I will have to get to the party.
What would be the most fun about meeting the bloggers?	Accents.
Would you rather have it in Vegas or at Whit's house?	Neither...The Carribean Cruise would be best.
Which blogger would you choose to be in charge of the music?	Oh...Six and Lucy.
Which blogger would you choose to be in charge of the food?	Taylor's hubby and mine.
Which blogger would you choose to be the emcee?	Whit, he would make sure everything is together in it's written order.
Who would you expect to be the biggest party animals?	You just never know.
Who would you expect to have the biggest hangover the next day?	Who I think would pray to the porceline god?
Who would you expect to be different than what they seem on their blog?	*thinks* No Idea.
If you could sit next to one blogger at dinner who would it be?	Oh no...Not getting me with this one.
Aside from your significant other, who would you want to dance with at the party?	My hubby doesn't dance much and I would mingle dance but not for long.
Where should we go for breakfast the following morning?	On the Toledo Deck?
CREATE YOUR OWN! - GLITTER GRAPHICS!

He sat near the entrance of the Red and White store. His old baseball cap sat on his knee, its embroidery faded and gone, the logo now a faded memory from sweat and dirt. He wore clothes that were typical of a farmer's helper, dungarees and flannel button down shirt, but they had years of wear, they had retired along with him.
Art was a quiet old creature, never married as far as anyone knew and had been a farm hand all his life. He lived with his parents until they too passed on, and he remained in his home the same as when they had been with him. He never imposed and he certainly didn’t request anything special in life. He always sat in a wooden ladder back chair in the front of the Red and White Store. He would get gas for his truck, come inside and drink a coke, then place his cap back on his grayed head and leave. He was an icon in some ways, you expected him there, but you didn’t converse.
Old Art gave the town children 'the willies', he was gruff and grizzled in some ways, and his blue eyes looked far younger than his age. He never smiled and it was rumored that if Art smiled at you, he was planning something sinister. He was harmless, the store owners liked him, that was obvious, but since no one else really knew him, stories were invented by the young.
Most kids in town skirted him and when you did walk past, you never looked at him. You moved quickly and said nothing. Matter of fact, we never looked him in the eye. No one knew much about him and no one bothered to know him. His private life remained private, that is, until my little brother discovered him.
Eric never felt limits; he had a need for expression and a need to experience. He was born with less fear and more energy than most. He was an adorable toddle, reddish brown curly hair and dark penetrating eyes. He read early in life and they were odd things, like obituaries. He announced one day at supper that summer when he was four, ‘that people died alphabetically’. At least that was how he saw it since they were listed so in the newspaper. He used words bigger than he was and told the most outlandish stories that you had to ponder if the child didn’t do them after all.
Eric found Art one morning. It wasn’t like Old Art was hiding; it was that Eric didn’t follow protocol. He didn’t even try. He let go of my mothers hand and walked right up to Art and stared until Art had no recourse but to look back. I remember watching in awe and fear. Eric spoke first and said “Hi. You are Art.” He said it like the man didn’t know his name and Eric was giving it to him to hang on the other knee. Art remained quiet, his face reflected a bit of curiosity. Then Eric did something that I don’t understand to this day, he climbed into Art’s lap. I think Art was as astonished as I was. I watched my little brother settle into his lap like he knew him his whole 4 years.
Everyone was quiet, except my mom, who was shopping and never really seen the event as spectacular. I lost a lot of fear of Art right then and there; he suddenly became a lonely man who was unimposing. Eric started chatting and although Art acted as though he was balancing China dishes for a while, he joined his chatter with ‘uh huh’s and nods.’
I have often wonder if Eric asked mom about Art. I think she probably told him he needed a friend.
All I do know was that for years thereafter, he and Eric talked to each other, in low tones and Art always smiled a big wide smile, he would sip coke and Eric would eat tootsie rolls while sitting where Art’s old cap used to sit.