I, I, I...
Tagged by Jen
I am - a rocket scientist with aspirations of becoming a writer.
I want - to return to Europe for another trip
I hear - trucks outside, backing up with that annoying beeping noise, and my office neighbors talking (the walls are paper-thin in the trailer where I work)
I never - want to go sky-diving
I wonder - why the stars are where they are, making the patterns that they make. And just how do they get the creame filling in twinkies, anyway?
I always - head for the Star Wars toys in any store that happens to have toys in it.
I usually - manage to get myself where I need to be about 10 minutes before I need to be there.
I search - for the tape. Seriously. It's Wrapping Time, right before Christmas. I know I have scads of tape, but can I find it? No.
I am not - particulalry clever, but my Mom always believed in me, so I got a lot farther than I would have otherwise.
I dance - like a crazy person from the 80's with some 60's mixed in for flavor
I sing - as often and as much as possible. I must know literally thousands of songs, and used to drive my roommates crazy by singing back to them whatever they had just said--from a song that they recognized.
I wish - for a husband and children, though the longing is slowly fading into acceptance that being single is my fate.
I dislike - dealing with rude people. Whereever they may show up.
I rarely - tell anyone what I'm thinking. It's my own personal secret and I don't have to share.
I cry - at sad movies, and sometimes when they're really happy. If they touch my heart, I cry.
I am not always - a good friend. I seem to have lost that ability to make friends and keep them.
I lose - when playing games. Someone has to, right?
I fear - my older nieces and nephews will end up like me--sad and alone
I'm confused - by the other drivers on the road. Do they really, really have to pass me when I'm trying to merge? Seriously?? and just where is the fire they're driving to so madly??
I need - a swift kick to the head sometimes, or maybe just a sanity check. Thankfully my sister Beckie can provide both.
I should - be working on something. Exactly what that is escapes me at the moment...
I dream - of traveling to Denmark someday
I have - a great little house, a cat that seems to like me, and a berry-red car that takes me where I want to go.
I love - my family. And stars.
I tag - anyone who's made it this far!
I am - a rocket scientist with aspirations of becoming a writer.
I want - to return to Europe for another trip
I hear - trucks outside, backing up with that annoying beeping noise, and my office neighbors talking (the walls are paper-thin in the trailer where I work)
I never - want to go sky-diving
I wonder - why the stars are where they are, making the patterns that they make. And just how do they get the creame filling in twinkies, anyway?
I always - head for the Star Wars toys in any store that happens to have toys in it.
I usually - manage to get myself where I need to be about 10 minutes before I need to be there.
I search - for the tape. Seriously. It's Wrapping Time, right before Christmas. I know I have scads of tape, but can I find it? No.
I am not - particulalry clever, but my Mom always believed in me, so I got a lot farther than I would have otherwise.
I dance - like a crazy person from the 80's with some 60's mixed in for flavor
I sing - as often and as much as possible. I must know literally thousands of songs, and used to drive my roommates crazy by singing back to them whatever they had just said--from a song that they recognized.
I wish - for a husband and children, though the longing is slowly fading into acceptance that being single is my fate.
I dislike - dealing with rude people. Whereever they may show up.
I rarely - tell anyone what I'm thinking. It's my own personal secret and I don't have to share.
I cry - at sad movies, and sometimes when they're really happy. If they touch my heart, I cry.
I am not always - a good friend. I seem to have lost that ability to make friends and keep them.
I lose - when playing games. Someone has to, right?
I fear - my older nieces and nephews will end up like me--sad and alone
I'm confused - by the other drivers on the road. Do they really, really have to pass me when I'm trying to merge? Seriously?? and just where is the fire they're driving to so madly??
I need - a swift kick to the head sometimes, or maybe just a sanity check. Thankfully my sister Beckie can provide both.
I should - be working on something. Exactly what that is escapes me at the moment...
I dream - of traveling to Denmark someday
I have - a great little house, a cat that seems to like me, and a berry-red car that takes me where I want to go.
I love - my family. And stars.
I tag - anyone who's made it this far!