Okay, I'll tell ya what I can about me, with out making ya run away.

My name is Lisa, but I go by the name of IrishRose in Chatcom. I'm 30 years old, and intend to never have another birthday again, as long as I live.
I am an animal lover, in case you haven't noticed by all my adopted pets on the other two pages. I have five dogs who mean the world to me. Josie, my rottwieler is the biggest baby of all of them, she's as big as a horse, but her heart is bigger. She was given to me by a special friend, and I would not part with her for a million dollars. Ginger, my daushchand, is the smallest of the dogs. I have another daushchand, but he's a lot bigger than her. Ginger was a runt, and also a bit mischevious. She's always looking for things to get into. Pugley, a mix breed, was given to my brother by a very close friend by the name of Gash. He was a biker, and rode with my uncles and my dad. He died a few years back, that's why Pugley is so special, she's just as onery as Gash was. Shorty, my other daushchand, is a rock hound. I mean, he rolls rocks, no matter what size they are, he tries to roll them. And then there's Hoss, who is a bit wierd. He thinks he has to gaurd my dad's four wheeler. I know your thinking I'm nuts for having so many dogs, but I can't help it, I'm an animal lover, and if I see any mistreating an animal, it breaks my heart. I've been known to pick up stray dogs off the side of the road, bring them home, get them back on their feet, and find them a good home.

Okay, enough about the animals. I thought I'd tell ya how you can contact me if you want to see anything in particular on my homepages, or just want to chat. You can reach me through my ICQ # 50974398, or you can email me at binky4@shawneelink.com.  Also you are welcome to visit my brother's homepage, I have it linked on one of the other pages I've done.


In case you haven't noticed by now with all the links on the opening page, my main topic is Native American Indians. I love their work, be it art, or poetry. The Native American Indians fought for what little bit of land that they have today, which the truth be known, isn't much.The white man forced them to give up so much, their way of life, the animals which they hunted, and the one thing that is more precious to them, their families. They lost so much, but got so little. I'm an only but a small number in the Native American Indian family, for my grandfather was Cherokee and Blackfoot, and I cherish what little he was able to teach me. I can remember walking outside, and hearing him sing the songs that his mother taught him. He always thought that no one was around, but I was, I wanted to learn, but at the time, I was to little, and he felt that I wouldn't understand. I'm proud of my heritage, and intend to teach what I can learn to my kids someday, if I should be granted the honor of doing so.