I use the name of gazzer in www.chathouse.com where far too much of my time is spent. Frequently people ask me if I am a man and can assure you I am not. I can be found either Downstairs in Last Call or in the West Wing. I also spend time in the immigration chat room. My experience chatting has been wonderful having met and made many friends through internet interaction.

If you come in a room and see me there, please do not ask me my stats, you may get more than you bargained for. I am not in the house to talk to you sexually, looking for an affair, I could care less what you look like, how old you are or how many times a day you have sex or with whom. I am there to enjoy life, meet new people and see the world through the net as I will never live long enough to see the places I would love to visit, so I have to travel the world through your eyes.

I can no longer say I am a woman in my 40's since August 17th, 1999 I turned the ripe old age of 50. (This information is provided to you in case you wish to send presents on my next birthday)

I am happily married to my soul mate, my Canadian Hubby. We live in Alberta, far from my home.

I have four children. My oldest son Shane lives in California or New Jersey, he is my adventurer still pondering the universe trying to decide where he belongs. My son Bryan lives in West Virginia where he works far too many hours. He is single now, good looking, hard working, if any of you sweet young *thangs* wish to inquire. Bryan is 26. I have two daughters, Kelly Marie who was deceased in 1979 and her twin sister Michelle who lives at Virginia Beach with my two beautiful grandchildren, Brooke who was 3 on her mothers birthday in November of 1999 and Dylan also born in November, turned 1. (Like mother like Daughter, kids born in November, guess you all know what we were doing in February)

In November of 1998 I had an after mid life crisis. Decided I was not happy, moved out of my home, filed for divorce and eventually ended up in Florida. It was there I met my present husband. Well, I was there , he was in Canada and yes you guessed it, we met in the Chathouse.

I am a hairdresser by trade but worked the past 9 years as a reporter for a small local paper. Leaving my boss, Carl Morris was the hardest thing I ever did, besides leaving my children and grandchildren. Had it not been for Mr. Morris I would never have grown. He taught me so much and gave me so much trust and respect. I will always love that man and respect him more than anyone I have ever known. He turns 81 this year and wish he could live 81 more years.

My real passion is basket making. I use live trees and bark, such as White Oak for splints, Hickory, poplar, and many different vines, or anything that does not crawl or walk. I enter juried shows for my work and sell from home. I eventually want to open a basket school to teach the old ways of making heritage art. My favourite place to be is in my teepee with my native flute music playing.