I looked up help for Apple Works so that I wouldn’t have to, and the list would be made by the system for me.
When copying and pasting the list, I learned that automatic numbers don't transfer, so I learned the list html code.
If I am really really upset emotionally, cleaning the kitchen makes me feel better.
Cleaning the bathroom does not.
I used to be bulemic and when recently I went to meet old habits again, I realized that having to scrub toilets wasn’t worth the relief I would get from the act.
It bothers me that the number doesn’t appear on each line until I start typing something.
I keep two blogs, not that I share different things with each, just because.
I feel friendless at times.
I feel like a child in an adult’s life most of the time.
I worry that I don’t have friends my own age.
I have to tell myself that I need mother friends who are older than me to give me guidance, and other friends younger than me to keep me hip.
I’ll never be hip, no matter what.
I have a sister who is ten years younger than I am, and I don’t remember being her age.
I haven’t been to visit my grandfather’s grave, and I feel supremely guilty about that.
I try to write something outside of the blogging world everyday.
I am afraid of the job hunt that I am embarking on.
I am very afraid of becoming my mother.
I am starting to wonder how many of you have gotten this far.
I have many books I have never read.
Using “and” instead of “to” after the word “try” drives me insane.
I am tempted to google grammar and quotation marks to see if those quotation marks should really be there in 21.
I have forgotten how old I am at times.
I am starting to get nervious about being a quarter of a century old.
Even at 80, I will hit the person who asks what it feels like to be 4 score.
I have gone through 21 hours of labor.
My first pet was a bird.
I, in my infinite wisdom of a 5 year old, named him Feathers.
When I was young, I corrected my mother about her facts that no birds can fly backwards (hummingbirds can).
I wracked my brain for another bird fact.
I don’t want most of my family to read the novel I am working on.
If my grandfather were still alive, I wouldn’t be working on it, for fear that it m ight be published.
Merlot is my favorite kind of wine.
I am very thankful that I have the time to work on this list.
I am envious of my sister’s first day back to school experience.
I miss high school lunch time.
I am a Christian who has only felt comfortable in one church.
I am trying to read the bible from cover to cover right now.
I am still only in Genesis.
My mind works in mysterious bursts.
I need to get a new driver’s license next month.
I am not worried about the wait at the bureau.
I only floss when my gums hurt.
I love shopping at stores that carry everything, like Meijer and Walmart.
I can’t remember the last time I bought a pair of shoes for everyday wear.
I won a fair fish that lived for 3 years.
I like naming things.
I love to cook, but often get frustrated with my lack of culinary knowledge.
I own too many cookbooks (some of which I have never prepared anything out of).
Rachel Ray is my heroine.
I am distressed that heroine is spelled as it is, as I had to go make sure I got the “e” existence correct.
I visit dictionary.com about 10 times a day.
I finished undergrad before I was 21.
I graduated summa cum laude.
I was not the first for either accomplishment in my family.
I am thankful I met the man who would remind me I was the first under 21 to graduate that high.
I have no desire to go back to school.
I love the singer Meat Loaf.
I am allergic to sulfa drugs.
I love logic problems, but suck at them.
I have never finished a crossword puzzle without cheating.
I take a daily multivitamin immediately after getting Hayden to sleep.
I look through any stuffed animals for sale in case they have a blue monkey.
I miss a house on Warwick desparately.
Improv is my favorite form of theater.
I miss my dog, Romulus.
I miss having to explain that the name was not related to Remus.
I have seen a teenage boy be bitten by a turtle.
I wish I had more in common with my Dad.
I have never dyed my hair.
I hate makeup, but I have worn it for every interview I have ever had.
I like making up lines to “Hush Little Baby.”
I hate olives.
Dark chocolate is my favorite kind of sweet.
I love wake up hugs from my son.
I sleep on my left side.
I can’t go to sleep without hearing a certain phrase.
I have a shelf of books dedicated to Janette Oke.
I have another shelf dedicated to Steven King.
Those shelves are very near each other, and I planned it that way.
I don’t think I have many readers who will understand that last two lines.
I have to make the bed to sleep in it, even if that means I make it after I change into pajamas, but this only happens only at home.
I only use mouthwash the week I go to the dentist.
I have requested to eat spoiled milk (though I meant cottage cheese).
I feel guilty for being a stay at home mother.
I feel guilty about looking for a job.
A lot of my life is that type of dichotomy.
I have an idea for another tattoo, but I haven’t decided how soon or where.
I love to read old journals of mine, to help me see how far I actually have come.
My dream car is an old-style canary-yellow convertible-top VW bug.
All of the hypehnations is part of the attraction.
I can carry a VERY basic conversation on in German... as long as it goes the way I have scripted it.
Everytime a mushroom is served to me, I try it, but I still hate them.
I have done a world crawl in Epcot center.
I dislike being a negative blood type, but I don’t have a justified excuse for it.
B grade horror films are a guilty pleasure of mine.
Greek and Cajun foods are my top two favorite types of food.
I actually love my class song from hgh school. (Green Day’s Good Riddance)
I go to a chiropractor once a month.
The library is my favorite place to loose track of time.