just a few tidbits.

{i totally cropped my sissy out of the picture...this is about me, not her.}

i'm not entirely pleased about where i am in my life right now. things that have happened, things that are happening...most of it has been & is out of my control. but, i've learned to live with no regrets...or at least i try to. even the worst of times have been a blessing in some way {usually in retrospect}.

i'm not the most conventional mother. in fact, i think my parenting style and my lax attitude might actually scare people. i'm definitely not crunchy or anything, but i'm certainly not smothering or overly doting either. but, then again, i tend to micromanage & get bossy. my parenting is kind of schizo {pardon the term}.

i cuss. sometimes, i cuss a lot. my kids hear me. am i ashamed? sure. but do they repeat me? no...not yet. ugh.

my television habits are strange. joke if you must, but i love qvc. i also love re-runs of the nanny & martin. for real. i watch a lot of hgtv and food network, too. and, if there is a harry potter marathon on abc family, yeah, i'll be on the couch.

i am not an alcoholic {seems weird that i'm putting this out there, but i have been accused of being one}. i do love wine. and bud light - bottle, not canned. lemon drops? no, thanks...unless you want to see me puke. and puke. and puke.

i'm unorganized. i procrastinate. i dwell. i worry. i can be a mess. it's a wonder how i can keep it together sometimes.

i am extremely trusting...until you burn me. then, i could potentially become your worst enemy. it's not the most flattering trait for a person to have, but dammit, i'm good a being a bitch.

i've been with the same man for nearly 18 years. i'll be 34 in september. you do the math.

i catch myself wondering, "what if?" from time to time. it's not worth it, but i really do sometimes wonder, "what if?"

i used "aww...skeet, skeet" in a text message. once. really? yes, i did.

washing your hair is overrated. maybe it is a mom thing or maybe it's just me, but it's really not unusual for me to wash my hair maybe three or four times a week...sometimes less than that. perhaps i've just become lazy. i hate blow drying my hair {when i used to do it daily}.

speaking of hair...you see my hair in the picture? that's the longest it's been since my sophomore year in high school {circa 1994}. that's also not my natural color. it's close, but it's definitely from a box.

text me. don't call me. even better? email me. nah, you should just text me.

i'm not a fan of surprises. especially surprise home visits. it's not that i live in a pig sty, i just sit in my jammies all day long...sometimes. hot mess? yep, that's me.

what else? what else?
well, we'll save that for another time.

big thanks to mrs. monologues for giving me the idea to post this. love you long time!