Gorgeous, well at least sometimes I think I am, most of the time I feel average.
Every year I deal with depression. I am a determined that it is brought on by the seasonal change, and the fact that it remains over 100 degrees for such a long time.
Not a wall flower, but also not the life of the party. I like to survey the crowd before jumping in to a conversation. Sometimes it takes me a long time to get “into” a scene.
Easily embarrassed, but I think I have learned how to hide it quite well.
Vibrant colors make me happy. After painting our upstairs living space such a lively yellow, I realized that the subdued colors I have chosen for other parts of the house really bring me down, so if it was up to me, I would redo the walls, but it’s not completely, and it’s a lot of work.
Interested in being an author, I posted about this previously.
Every day I try to remind myself how wonderful my kids are, even though I am ready to pull my hair out because they can be so obnoxious.
Viciousness really bothers me. If I see someone in pain, I can feel it too. I have spent days of my life thinking about mean things I have said to others. I have spent countless hours lying in bed trying not to let some injustice that I have seen bother me.
Every time I see a little boy, especially a fairly fresh baby boy with dark eyes, I can feel my uterus moan. I am happy with my girls, they are great, and I totally love them unconditionally, but there is a baby-yet-to-be in my future and he reminds me of that so often.