I was over at Low Expectations and found this, thought it would be fun to share...
I am: a daughter, sister, wife, mom and best friend
I think: A good sports bra, clean underware, and my long underware once piece pj's are the best!
I know: that I am unconventional.
I have: WAY to much stuff!
I wish: The same thing I have wished for years. That Frances could talk again.
I hate: Pessimists, pushy religious people, racists, and people who make fun of gays.
I miss: My Gramma's and Grampa. I miss my Aunt & Uncle. And Spaghetti's Uncle T.
I fear: Losing my family.
I hear: The silence from the kids as they watch the Incredibles
I smell: my Chirstmas Wreath candle. Mmmm...
I crave: To be 107 lbs and have long blonde hair again!!
I search: For the right balance. From house work, to the kids, to me and Spaghetti, to family, and just some me time
I wonder: If I will ever get a hold on my laundry issues.
I regret: Nothing. I can't change the past.
I love: That Blogger exists. That I can be me, journal and I love to meet other kick ass bloggers out there.
I ache: For Cuz, Banjo and Aunt N. the loss of Uncle T this year to an unexpected brain tumor shook the whole family. I can't imagine what this holiday was like with out him. RIP.
I am not: always as good with the budget as I would hope to be. I get so angry when I over draft us.
I try: to be a better person. Every chance I get.
I believe: That your choice of religion or lack there of shouldn't define you as a person.
I dance: at all oportunities.
I sing: when I am alone, in the car. I won't even subject the kids to it!
I cry: When I am touched by something sweet.
I fight: the urge to just stay fat along with the rest of the mom's I know. Or suck it up and fight to be back to the me I once loved.
I lose: my mind. often.
I never: assume I am save. I am ALWAYS on guard.
I always: have chapstick in my pocket!
I confuse: Left and right! But I am kick ass at directions!
I listen: to pop and hip hop (not rap. Understand the difference!)
I can usually be found: In the loft, In the kitchen or in the art room
I need: to scrapbook, and set up my class schedule!
I am happy: when I have had coffee. And some me time.
I imagine: All the time! I imagine being rich, or at least comfortable enough to buy food each week. I imagine telling my MIL to stop working, and to go pick Spaghetti up from work with the news he can quit. I wonder when I will be at the point where I don't freak each time we pay bills. When the kids are out of collage? When we can retire?
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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