I am learning patience. It’s taken almost 45 years to get to this point, but it’s a very, VERY hard lesson for me.
I think too much.
I have a lot of love around me. I need to recognize it more often.
I wish I had an I-pod now that I go to the gym.
I hate washing dishes.
I miss Himself. Every minute. But it's ok.
I fear ending up like my Aunt Mary, who had a sad, misfortune-filled life and died in her mid-50s.
I hear that we may be forced to take “furlough” days at work. Bastards.
I smell nothing. Is that weird?
I crave financial security. Not lots of money – just a little more than enough to cover the bills would be great.
I search ed the world over and thought I found true love. She met another and, PBBBBLT, she was gone. (Sorry, it’s the first thing that popped into my head. And how does one spell that raspberries sound, anyway?)
I wonder what the next change will be. My life doesn’t go very long without one.
I regret that I didn’t have children. Now I hope that I will get the chance to be a stepmother.
I love every comment I get here. They make me silly happy.
I ache in my thighs. Seems the ol’ quads are still pretty weak after my knee surgeries and the new exercise regimen is making them scream.
I am not going to give up.
I believe that love is a verb.
I dance ballet…in my head.
I sing very well, In fact, my voice is recorded on an album. Yes, a vinyl album…which means no one will ever hear it again because turntables have gone the way of the 8-track.
I cry very easily.
I fight so many urges. Today I won two of those fights…and lost one.
I win games of trivia. My sisters dubbed me Queen of the Small Fact back in the day when Trivial Pursuit was all the rage.
I lose things only very rarely. I don’t try, I just almost always know where my things are.
I never win contests. Even when I enter.
I always see both sides of a situation. It’s a blessing but also a curse.
I confuse a lot of people with my quirkiness.
I listen to what other people say with their body language and even more so with their “vibe.”
I can usually be found on Yahoo IM. But I’m usually only visible to four people.
I am scared that I used up my happiness allotment in the first half of my life.
I need very little. I want a lot.
I am happy about joining a gym.
I imagine what having a good hair day would be like. I’m lucky if I get a good hair hour.
I tag freight cars. OK, I don’t…but I admire that artistic talent.