I am a daughter, a step daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, a niece, an aunt, and a friend.
I’m “mom” to two beautiful daughters who are growing up way too fast, and making me feel very old in the process.
I’m 30 but I feel closer to 40.
I stopped going to college after my second semester to have my baby.
I would love to be a graphic artist but lately I only use my artistic talent to draw stick pictures and amuse the kids.
I believe in karma. Honestly, it’s the main reason I’m as nice to people as I am.
I broke my myspace addiction, but I miss talking to my myspace friends everyday.
I’m now addicted to Nintendo.
I have an amazing boyfriend, who took on more than he probably ever imagined, but he’s trying. Sometimes I forget that the things I’m used to, he isn’t…and vice versa.
Sometimes I say really smart things.
Sometimes I say really stupid things.
I think my kids are the most beautiful when they first wake up in the moring. They have the most beautiful eyes.
I can not type! But I do it fast.
I keep my house meticulously organized because it’s the only thing I have any control over.
I want to be the woman my kids think I am.
I love to drink, but I know my limits. It’s no fun dealing with a screaming kid with a hang over (you’d be surprised at how long it took me to stop doing it).
I’m braver than I give myself credit for, and weaker than I care to admit.
I wish I still told stories and had thoughts with the same passion that my kids do.
I hate to be sad. I’m scared to death of being happy.
I’m afraid if I love anything too much, it’ll go away.
I’ve had my heart broken too many times, but it’s gotten stronger and harder to break every time.
I used to think it was easier to walk away then stay and fight, which is why I never stuck up for myself. Now I over analyze everything and try to figure out how I’m getting “screwed” in all of it.
I want to be in love for the first time again. It’s the only time in your life you trust someone without a doubt…and then they break your heart. You’ll love again, but it’s never the same.
I want my kids to be innocent forever, but I know they will have to experience pain and heart break to become the women that I want them to be.
I want to be strong enough not to believe the bad things that are said about me. Some days, I’m not.
I want to be confident enough to believe the good things that are said about me. Some days, I’m not.
I want to believe I trust people until they give me a reason not to, but I don’t.
I wish I was as honest as my kids are, except when they lie…
I believe in a higher power, but I don’t know if I believe in a “book” written by “men” who say “God” spoke to them. I’ve been lied to by men before…
I have no idea where we go after we die and I don’t know what to tell my kids when they ask if we go to heaven. So I lie and say “yes”. Everyone wants to believe in a happy ending.
I feel guilty about everything.
I wish I could absorb the pain for people that I love.
Real monsters scare me. I hate to think what they are capable of.
My nephews wake up too early!!
I want more money!
I am deathly afraid of cockroaches!
For every one of my ex’s, there is at least one reason that I’m glad they were in my life.
My true friends, are the greatest people on Earth.
I miss RJ.
I miss Isaac, but I don’t think he knows it, or even cares.
Shawn saves me from myself.
Mine and Amy’s lives mimic each other’s.
My only regret is putting myself into a position that caused me to make a decision I will have to live with for the rest of my life. I still don’t know if I made the right choice…
I can be really lazy.
I love my cats because they don’t need attention constantly.
Some days I want to be taken care of. Some days I want to be left alone. I want people to know the difference on those days.
I want people to read my mind so I don’t have to say what I feel like they should know.
I hate suspense!
I love little gestures that mean “I thought of you”.
Sometimes, I need a “mommy” time-out!
I wish I didn’t cuss so damn much!
I wish I knew “then” the things I know “now”