I take so much of what is on my blog from yours. Thanks for being my role-blogger. I miss you.
My roommate and I once: almost got into a fist-fight because I decided to move out when I found her doing cocaine on the coffee table.
Never in my life have I: jumped out of an airplane. I really wanted to do that when I was younger, but now I have too much to loose.
High School was: not challenging.
When I am nervous: pick at my nails.
My hair: is thin; which is very frustrating when all my life I have wanted long hair.
When I was 5: I thought I ruled the world!
I should be: more grateful.
By this time next year: Don should be settled in whatever job he decides is best for our family.
My favorite Aunt is: no nonsense, smart, kind, creative, and has the nick-name, "Be-Beet." I still don't know how she got that name.
I have a hard time understanding: war.
My ideal breakfast is: warm croissants with honey butter and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice.
If you visit my home town: you'll see a lot of cows.
If you spend the night at my house: you would have to sleep in a very comfortable but flowery bedroom.
I shouldn't have been: mean to my kids.
Last night I: watched lots of football with Don.
I've been told I look like: my Mom.
awww, go and give me chills, girl! I miss you, too!
ReplyDeleteAnd I thought it was a compliment if my kids tell me I am mean (it means I am not a pushover right?).
ReplyDeletewow, a fist fight? i think i would have run out crying or something wimpy like that. :)
ReplyDeleteOne of the nicest things about getting older is that I look more and more like my mom and my sister. You do look like your mother and it's a very good thing.
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