I put the f in frustrating.
The natural disposition of my face makes me look sad.
I watch the food network on saturday mornings.
I go overboard a lot.
If the word gets out that you like something, I will make it happen.
If it's broken, I want to fix it.
If it's still standing, I will paint it.
I crave fresh starts.
I feel most accomplished when I purge material things.
I'm in love as much as I've ever going to be.
I go to a
blog that breaks my heart daily.
And I keep going, so that I know they're okay.
If I knew I was going to meet my soulmate tomorrow,
I would give it up if he could have liz back.
I'd be a terrible mother to a second child.
You know when people say they're afraid they won't have
enough love for the next one.
It's true in my case. I don't. I'm out. Nada. Zilch.
The only Iove I have left is for a certain chocolate mousse
at Bluefin Bistro on Main street.
No, I'm not kidding.
Being late to places drives me insane.
Being lost scares me.
I need to let go of that a little.
I see God a lot more places these days.
He's good at the nudging.
I like quotes that haven't been said yet.
Because those are the things people are churning around in their head.
And I think some things are meant to stay there.
I went back to thinking I want to work for the FBI.
I'm really good at digging up dirt.
I'm overly cautious at a lot of things.
I really should let go of that too.
I really should lose some weight before I have to start
checking limits before going across bridges.
That would suck.
Bridge collapses cause chunky girl wouldn't take the long way around.
When your kid won't play his game on a pc and begs to
play on the mac instead.
I know I'm teaching him at least something right.