I AM: Procrasting doing the laundry.
I SAID: Mi-az to Marc. He didn't laugh at his own damn joke.
I WANT: To be a successful, published writer. And a Mom. And, Happy.
I WISH: I didn't have to worry about money.
I HATE: Selfish, narrow-minded people.
I MISS: The innocence of childhood.
I FEAR: That I will one day regret the choices I have made in life.
I HEAR: The airconditioner running. And my own voice in my head.
I WONDER: Was Gloria Estefan right? Is the rhythm going to get me?
I REGRET: Letting fear keep me from having more fun and taking more chances when I was younger.
I AM NOT: As low maintenance as I once thought myself to be.
I DANCE: In my dreams and I'm great!
I SING: Very LOUDLY in the car when I drive alone.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: Honest with myself.
I MADE: Very little progress on my proposal this weekend. :(
I WRITE: Way too many shallow stories that I fear are not even remotely entertaining.
I CONFUSE: 'i' before 'e', except after 'c' ...
I NEED: To lose 25 pounds.
I SHOULD: Be more thankful for what I have.
I START: More projects than I can finish.
I FINISH: Other people's sentences. It is a bad habit.
I BELIEVE: Life is an adventure.
I KNOW: Deep down, I am a truly unique and loving person.
I CAN: Cook very well.
I CAN’T: Design a damn blog. No matter how hard I try.
I SEE: A boring, unpainted apartment.
I BLOG: 'Cause I secretly love the exposure and it helps me put my thoughts on record. I'm not sayin' this is a good thing.
I READ: Too many blogs written by moms. It makes me want a baby, NOW.
I AM AROUSED BY: A gentle touch of a hand.
IT PISSES ME OFF: That I live in an area where real estate costs like, a gagillion dollars per square foot.
I FIND: The truth can be hard to swallow sometimes. But, so can a serving spoon glopped with peanut butter.
I LIKE: Thunderstorms and snowstorms
I LOVE: My family. Without them, I don't know who I am.