- What about me?

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If I was to write a book, it most certainly would be called, May I ask you a question? I think Benjamin Bloom was brilliant.  I love Bloom’s Taxonomy. I love to ask questions. Asking questions is the best way to learn. I want to know more…. about the world around me, my God, the people I meet and how things work. I want to understand.
So, this blog is a forum to share, but more importantly, a chance to ask questions. Because, I really want to know.
I’m an early twenties attitude stuck in a mid-forties body. I live in Augusta, Ga with my  three fantastic kids and matching, rescue dog and cat.  I spent twenty five years married to my friend, Comedy, who decided he didn’t want to be married any more and walked out in July of this year. With his exit has come many changes.  After homeschooling my big kids (from K-12), now I’m enrolled in college alongside them.  My youngest is enrolled in public school (a first for all of us) and we’re learning about forgiveness, bitterness and how important being truthful TRULY is.
-|<@ren (me)
No matter what is going on in my life, I choose to live it gratefully.  I choose to love, forgive and be joyful.  Life’s just too long to live it any other way.
My dream car is a pink camouflage jeep, not the “brown grocery hauler” (my 17yod’s words) that I currently drive. I use the name “pinkcamojeep” as my alias and my screen name all over the web.
When it’s time, I’m ready to see my Savior’s face, touch His hands and hear His voice. When I die, I want people to remember that I made a difference in their lives. I want them to be able to say that the Lord used me to touch them in some way. Yeah, that’s what I really, really want.
I love dirt. I love the texture or earth. I love the feel of soil. I love smell of a freshly plowed field. I love mushrooms, green peanuts and sweaty toddlers in the summer…. probably  because they smell like dirt.  And I love trees and leaves.  And rocks.  They turn into dirt.
I once heard that you can tell how much fun a child has had in a day by how dirty he is at the end  of it.  This is another reason I love a toddler that smells like dirt.  A dirty child has had a blast-of-a-day.  I think kids should have lots of fun days.
My favorite color is almost always some shade of green. My favorite food is anything my  father has grilled. My favorite touch is that of someone laying their hands upon my body as they offer up words in prayer for me. My favorite smell is probably pinesol because it means someone has been cleaning something in the house. My favorite sight is a spontaneous smile. My favorite vacation spot is at a state park at the beach. My favorite noise is the sound of a Wood Thrush because I listened to them sing in the woods surrounding my home in College Park, Ga throughout my childhood.

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