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Cindy
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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
St. Paul, Minnesota
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Cindy's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/636293
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Occupation:
homemaker
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What I enjoy doing:
baking, doing things for my kids, jazzercize, crafting, shopping, family
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Favorite Books:
The Bridges of Madison County, I used to love reading with my kids, anything with Fabio on the cover
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Favorite Movies:
Bambi, The Witches of Eastwick, Beaches, La Bamba
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Favorite Music:
oldies, lite rock
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Favorite TV Shows:
Hartley House, Oprah, Dr. Phil, Emeril Live, Little House on the Prairie
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About Me:
I think of myself as a mother, wife, and friend (in that
order). I'm very organized and fun to be around. I love my
husband and children very much.
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Who I Want to Meet:
My sister Shelia in heaven.
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chocolate chip cookies and ice cream
sundaes, but I never really knew what
was going on behind that long face of
hers. Though she usually greeted me
with a smile (unless I'd done
something disgraceful, in which case
she'd look sternly disapproving), I
always thought there was something a
little sad in those eyes of hers.
Maybe because whereas other Beverly
Hills moms had been models, or famous
actresses on hit television shows such
as Hartley House, Mrs. Walsh had
contented herself with being a
homemaker, following her husband, Mr.
Walsh, around from job to job. Mr.
Walsh was a good guy and stuff, but he
wasn't exactly the most exciting man
on the block. He was always cracking
down on Brandon, Brenda, Dylan, and
me, and aside from that time when he
really let loose singing karaoke at
the Peach Pit, he didn't seem to ever
let loose. Plus he had all that hair
on his chest and back! I saw it a few
times when he'd be playing one-on-one
with Brandon in their driveway.
Myself, I like the clean, smooth
look. Anyway, sometimes I'd look at
Mrs. Walsh's rueful smile, and I'd
think, woman, break out of that
housewife thing, buy yourself some
sexy clothes, have an affair, do
something! But instead she kept on
getting one bad haircut after
another. Maybe that was all she was
capable of.