I have gone to four years of college and have no degree. Sometimes this really bothers me but for the wrong reasons. I feel foolish at assemblies at the college where my husband works because they always ask,"And where do you work?" I reply... "I stay at home with my children." To me it seems like I get the "Oh, That's wonderful". But really they are thinking... ummm sits at home and eats bon bons all day, or that my job isn't difficult. I honestly don't want to be working outside the home. I have always had the desire to be at home with my kids but it is hard when I am in social settings. I know what I am doing is what I should be doing but I do sometimes still feel like I am not making the grade because I am degree less. Honestly.. I hated college.. I loved the social aspect but hated the classes. Everything I took I could not see myself doing for the rest of my life. I am going to go back and get my degree so if something should happen to Ben I have something to support my family with. I was going to do so this summer with taking a class here and there but nothing at the school lined up. So I guess I will wait some more. So that brings me to my next point. What to go for? I need change desperately in whatever I do.... so I am thinking Interior Design or Writing. I guess writing would be the first option just because if something did happen to Ben I could work from home easier! I have pursued writing and have taught myself a few things. So Ithought that I would share a couple of my stories with you. If you have children I would love it if you would read them to them and give me back feed back on their responses. If I wrote I feel this is where I would probably head. Anyways here are some sample pieces. Let me know your thoughts.

The Hungry Tickle Bug

I'm a tickle bug as you can see,
I live in this old sycamore tree.

And when it is time to eat my lunch,
I scout for children that I can munch.

My tummy empty of giggles and glee,
I scurry right down my leafy green tree.

Though the tall grass and into the street,
I could be squished by people's big feet.

Peeking in windows - sneaking through doors
Searching for a house - will it be yours?

Quickly I dash through someones backyard,
Jumping over the large Saint Bernard.

Slipping beneath the crack of a door,
I tiptoe across the hardwood floor.

Quietly creeping down the long hall
Fingerprint smudges cover the wall.

Ah Ha! At last my lunch is in sight,
Licking my lips, I take the first bite.

Using the hands of somebody dear,
Giggles begin as I tickly your ear.

Finding it gooey and somewhat gummy,
Tickling your tummy, is oh so yummy.

I tickle my way down to your feet,
The giggles here are extra sweet.

Lunch with you is so much fun
I'm sad to say that I must run.

You must not worry, for I'll be back,
You happen to be my favorite snack!

I have another story in this series... but I will wait and see what you guys think of the first one. Seriously I would take as much feed back as you would be willing to give... HOnesty people... honest opinions....
Anyways.. who knows what God wants... we will see....

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