I'm in today. Hoping if I confess a little bit, I might feel a bit happier.
I started this post early this morning. It's now 9:42pm (Pacific Time)
I'm on a self-destruction kick as far as eating goes--just not eating right.
I had a dream last night that we had another baby, and I was very happy about it.
I have four boxes of random stuff in my house that I need to get through, but I don't want to, so I haven't even touched them. I'm more stubborn than anyone I know--except for one of my children.
I love redoing my header and blog background. I probably make people crazy with the frequent change.
I feel like I've become really serious lately. I'm not one to just gripe about something without trying to find the cause and thus the cure. So, I've decided that there are many factors that could be affecting this. It could be any or all of the following:
Lack of sunshine
Missing my mom
No time for me
Worried about Young Mother of the Year stuff
I don't know when to use "affect" vs. "effect," and you know what, I don't really care to figure it out.
I love the blinking yellow turn signals they've installed in Beaverton. They make me happy.
I hate it when someone sits at a blinking yellow turn signal but stays behind the line instead of in the intersection.
There are two people in particular that I'm trying my best to avoid lately--that's all I'm going to say about that. Why might need to be next week's confession.
I've never read a book like the one I had to read for class this past week. I always get to smutty parts and skip over it. This one was mild, but I realized that I'm glad I'm a skipper. That kind of stuff is just to personal. It's like sitting in the corner of someone else's bedroom--EEEKKK!!!