Through these twisted series of games I'd like to call life, I've learned a thing or two about myself. Like for example, I am certain that I have Carnophobia. I am DEATHLY AFRAID of meat!! Killing animals? No big deal. Opening and examining them? Sinch. Eating them? Holy freak count me out!!
I gain love-hate relationships easily... Too easily. With what? Oh just the basics... Sleep... Working out... Cookies and cream anything... Or just food in general.
I love to sleep. But the problem is, is if I want to continue to sleep at night...I'll have to actually get up in the day! It may sound easy to you but it is anything but that for me!
Working out is awesome. I have all of those inspirational quotes and picks and "Reason # ... 's" And I love, love, love the way I feel and look AFTER I go work out... It's just the getting up and going just to give me a cramp or pee my pants cause I don't have any muscles down there part that I don't necessarily love.
So on top of all that, I am addicted to candy and ice cream. Correction: I am addicted to cookies and cream ice cream and the candy bars. There is no possible way that I can live without them. Especially when my mom keeps taking me out to eat Costa Vida, after all that salt I'm gonna need somethin to satisfy my sweet tooth. :)
Speaking of sweet teeth... My Gary Beary is another thing I can't live without. I've learned that I become quite dependent on what other people (he) thinks of me. Maybe that's not such a good thing! He is great though. He encourages me to speak my mind, he is always there to hug me, and best of all, he thinks I'm cute. :) Someday we'll get married. I hope. This subject is particularly hard for me...seeing that I'm already a mom with only stretch marks to prove... I have a very strong need to begin my own family. But he doesn't have that need...or want. Not yet at least.
I am not brave. I could not muster up the confidence I needed to tell my baby boy happy birthday on his April 4th. And then I had planned on writing a blog to all mothers of all kinds to say happy mother's day...but it never happened either. I did, however, have the chance to bare my testimony last Sunday... I'm thankful that the Spirit got me up there I just wish it would've helped me not stumble over my words so much... hahaha... I'm sure there was more than just one sentence that I didn't finish.
I am addicted to dresses and skirts. I believe that only boys should be allowed to wear pants. I'm very old fashioned like that. I always catch myself wanting to watch black and white movies and pretending that I'm living in that era too!
I have a reoccuring dream about three times a week. It's where my teeth fall out. It doesn't hurt. They just get loose and I push them out. One after another. Then I set them all down in front of me and wonder what I'll do next and how much that will cost. Then I wake up. I have always been curious about the meaning of dreams... Especially that one.
I don't believe that cats are important or ever were... Please don't give me that mummy/Egyptian crap. Cats shed and demand too much attention. And they stink. I also believe that dogs should never be inside the house. If it's cold outside, they can sit in the garage. I don't love animals. I do love to slam on my gas when one is crossing the street though! On the contrary, my little sister Chelsey is just like that Elmyra (character from looney tunes) or whatever her name was... "I'll love you for ever and ever and ever..." as she suffocates the poor animal to death in her chest. lol Too much of a good thing I guess.
I think that Weezer is the greatest band that ever existed.
I believe that life should be full of spontaneous acts and every moment should be lived to its fullest.
And last of all, of course the best of all too, family. I've never been one to care about money. I usually have sufficient for my needs. That's not how I consider success. I think that the bigger the family... the better! That right there shows how well off one is.
Thanks so much for reading! And as usual, tell me what you think!!
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