I don't know that I'm beautiful or glamorous. I'm a pretty artificial looking person. I sure am flattered when people think I'm beautiful, but I think I'm leaning towards more cartoonish than beautiful. But I'm comfortable with who I am. And since I wasn't born as a natural beauty, I just make the most of what I've got.

When I have sex with my husband, I fantasize I am with a petite, hot young woman.

A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.

I love to make things happen, I love to see things happen, I love to be a part of things that are happening.

I'll never harden my heart but I've toughened the muscles around it.

Mine is a jealous heart, imagines things that never are.

A lot of dreams can turn to nightmares... if you don't really work them.