1. I have a Chihuahua, who until recently, I thought had mastered the potty outside thing until I was re-doing my closet and found, yes this is gross, piles of tiny poops hidden behind the forest of clothes and sleeves that have been "marked". I have to hand it to the little guy though, he had great aim for something he isn't looking at while he is doing it. He has been banned from all rooms but the living room where I can keep a watchful eye on him!
2. I cannot stand to mix my food when eat. Further, I cannot drink with a mouthful of food either, like my husband, who complains when I do notshare my drink with him. can we say gross man floaties?
3. I loathe the idea of using a sponge past the stinky, garbage smell stage, unlike my husband who does not mind washing our dishes we eat with with a bacteria laden playground. I especially love the stinky, bacteria face brush he gives me after he has finished with the dishes. uh-huh, I promptly send his tush to wash his hands, with bleach and an SOS pad.
4. I have abnormally tiny feet, and ugly small nubby toes that DO NOT look good in a pair of peep-toe heels. Sorry Christian L. but I will not be your shoe model this year.
5. My fingers are just as abnormally small, which look worse after a nail-biting episode, since it looks like an alligator gave me a manicure.
6. I can officially say that I have been covered in Thin-set, balancing a heavy 12"X12" tile covered in thin-set goo as well, in my new white pants, while trying to remove my husbands new earbuds that are stuck, vicariously, to the setting thin-set smeared on the back of the tile. All this and the Kicker? I had a gob in my hair and my ear....I never felt it land there...
7. I was able to save the earbuds and pass them off as if nothing had happened to them, he will never know, will he?
8. I have become a Misanthorpe, from my days living in a tiny, crap-hole town with crap-hole people. Oh, you like that? I used a big word, look it up.
9. I have become unreasonably sensitive to being cold, just ask a hubby who has slaved over the wood burning stove and gotten the house temp to a cozy 84 degrees while I moan and shiver, "I am still cold!"
10. I have a little, big-brown eyed boy who knows how to tug my heart-strings, even worse? he has mastered the "scream and kick as loud and as long as I want to" because I give in everytime. The worst part? I hate it, and have no idea how to stop it!
11. I have a daughter, even though I hate to admit it, who surprises me everyday with how smart she is! She was a slow speaker and now she is reading Harry Potter at 8. Her class is still reading "Dick and Jane".
12. I have a crazy soft spot for all little Debbies heavenly goodness. If there is even one box in the house, it is gone before you turn aound. I lack self control.
13. I love my hair, although I am finding myself more frustrated at the curly-que's and gray hairs that seem to be sprouting, right on top, right in front, like they are just begging to be seen.
14. I wish that I were a better visual artist. I have a desire to paint or sketch and I am just terrible at it. my professor is right, stick figures are my firends.
15. I haven't sung in a group for nearly nine years, which, when I put it that way, feels like an eternity. Music is the other half of my soul and it is no wonder I feel so empty.
16. Can't stand it that people assume that because I am going to be a music teacher, I am already set up to teach. And even worse, I am not profficient at the Piano, give me a break!
17. I brag about having played the violin, but have been "not" playing the violin longer than I ever played the violin.
18. Which makes me terribly sad and frustrated.
19. I am smart, I am intelligent, I just have to find a way to get it all out!
20. I cannot stand lotion. It's like smearing water on our skin, it does not help. I like creams, the ones that make you feel like a sticky mess one you are done. Now that is a product that works.
21. Tend to favor my little long-haired, fuzzy-eared black Chihuahua, since her face is so darned cute and lovable.
22. I am having baby fever. I know, another baby, but I am. My babies are growing up and I am feeling a little less needed everyday. I have a two year old who insists on cutting his own food with his spoon. He will perform number 10 if I don't.
23. Still has a 8 year-old who hasn't figured out how to cut her own food, go figure.
24. Had my teeth done, since I had two gaping holes where my teeth used to be. (as a result of my cleft).
25. Is scared of EVERYTHING! The sun, since it will give me cancer, speeding, since it will kill me, bathing in deep water, since I could drowned, strangers, since they will steal from me, hurt me and hurt my kids, my husband being late, since he might have been hurt in a car accident, and sleeping with my hands near my face, since my ring could gouge my eyes while I slept. Yep, I know it sounds crazy, but life has me changing my britches at every turn. I should invest in some depends.
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