Saturday, September 27, 2008
For My Dear Sister
Here you go, Khristie. I am...always tired, even after a good night's sleep. I think...way too much about things. I know...that I am capable of doing more than I do. I want...to be perfectly content, with no if's, and's or but's. I dislike...country music, egg burps that punish me after eating spicy food, insincerity, and the color blue. I miss...living close to family, but wouldn't want to live anywhere else but here. I fear...scary movies, still water and speaking in public. I hear...a Wii game being played, Sierra singing upstairs, Brendan's squawks of frustration and Jimmy Neutron. I smell...ladies strong perfume when walking through a store and instantly get a headache. Enough already! I crave...quiet time. I cry...about twice a year (?) I search...for the perfect balance between wants and needs. I wonder...what kind of job I should get once the kids are all in school. I regret...not appreciating my body more before I got pregnant. I love...sleeping children and late nights with my husband. I care...far too much about things that really don't matter. I always...am having a struggle between my relaxed, free spirit self and my OCD self. I worry...about never being able to stop worrying. I am not...a girly girl, and never have been. No pastels, no frills, no bows-no thanks. I remember...everything and nothing, all at the same time. How is that possible? I believe...that some people take life way too seriously. I dance...way better than Chris Farley. Watch out Patrick Swayze! I sing...and Sierra groans, "Mom, STOP! Puh-leze!" I don't always...do things in order of priority. I argue...with the voices in my head. I write...stuff on this blog that my husband wishes I wouldn't. I win...friends and influence people. HA HA That's the first thing that came to mind. I lose...my patience daily, but try not to let it show. I wish...I could play the guitar, put things away when I'm done with them (not that I'm ever done with them), and eat out 5 nights of the week. I listen...to music that makes me happy. I don't understand...why Brendan has certain behaviors and what I can do to manage them. I can usually be found...doing anything other than what I started out doing. Is "distractable" a word? I'm scared...of never fitting into my clothes again. I need...to do laundry. Nah - blogging is more fun ;) I forget...that my husband is my partner, and he is willing to help me if I can remember to ask. I am happy...when it rains. And a little thunder and lightning never hurts either. Allison, Rosemary, and Melissa and Tiffani...you're it.