I am sorry it took so long to write this up.
I know more than most people do about birthstones.
I want to go back to school to learn something, not just to get it over with.
I have three and a half beautiful children.
I wish someone would buy my house already.
I miss the circus in my kitchen and my Maypole Dance hallway.
I fear almost everything.
I feel loopy at night after I take my medicine.
I hear the buzzing of the computer, and not much else.
I love the quiet of school hours.
I smell not much today—I’ve got a cold.
I crave palmitos (palm hearts) and anything with cream cheese in it.
I search for a pen every day—where do they all go?
I wonder why this little exercise is taking me so long.
I regret very little.
I love my big crazy family.
I care for more than I always let on with my actions.
I always wanted to be a gypsy and travel all over the world, not to mention wearing the beautiful brightly colored skirts, scarves, and thick jangly jewelry.
I am not a gardener. Seriously, I can’t even grow weeds in a garden.
I believe things eventually work out to the good.
I dance badly, and only alone in my living room.
I sing loudly along with Indigo Girls or Pink Floyd when I’m angry.
I don't know how to make numbers dance in my head, the way Terry can.
I fight like a mama bear for my babies.
I write stories for children.
I lose most of the time when I play games.
I win only when I try to convince people that I don’t win all the time.
I never know what to say or how to act when I’m around people.
I listen to Philadelphia Chickens and other kiddie music when I’m cleaning.
I can whistle almost indefinitely without taking a breath. Sometimes I catch myself whistling and realize I’m happy, and I didn’t even know it.
I am scared of losing another baby.
I need something warm to hold and keep my heart together.
I am happy when I am making something beautiful.
I tag, ummm… who reads this? Maybe Jody and Angie... anyone else (you're safe this time, Monica)
