gosh, doesn't anyone have a meme?
I'm running a little dry over here so I think I'll make one up.
Five Old Things About Me
1. I used to be afraid of thunderstorms. I blame this on the grandmother we lived with until I was eight years old. If a thunderstorm woke me I would go across the hall and sit with her. Strangely, she would respond by telling me stories about people she knew (I call bullshit now) who had been hit by lightning. Obviously, this had a lasting impression on me.
2. I used to hate wearing socks. This was true as early as last spring. The very thought of them, bunched under my toes or clamped around my ankles could drive me to distraction. Hence, my sock wardrobe is very limited.
3. When I first started blogging I had to look at the keys on my keyboard to type.
4. I was a size 8. I often bought clothes in size 10 to be "extra slouchy and comfortable."
5. I never gave much thought to divine intervention.
Five New Things About Me
1. I can wear socks or tights for a full day and never think about them.
2. I no longer have time to sit on my couch and worry. Worry has to take a back seat to more productive endeavors.
3. I wonder, from time to time, if being anonymous on the internet really was the best decision.
4. My "at home" wardrobe is now severely lacking while my "at work" wardrobe is nicely padded.
Careful purchasing has made if possible for me to put together about two and a half weeks of outfits.
5. I see angels all around me. I don't actually SEE them, of course, but am aware of them every day.
Five Things I'm Still Working On
1. Balancing my home and work life.
2. Knowing when to stop talking when talking to one of my boys.
3. Interrupting.
4. Remembering to eat.
5. Touching up my roots BEFORE they begin to be incredibly obvious.
Five Old Things About Me
1. I used to be afraid of thunderstorms. I blame this on the grandmother we lived with until I was eight years old. If a thunderstorm woke me I would go across the hall and sit with her. Strangely, she would respond by telling me stories about people she knew (I call bullshit now) who had been hit by lightning. Obviously, this had a lasting impression on me.
2. I used to hate wearing socks. This was true as early as last spring. The very thought of them, bunched under my toes or clamped around my ankles could drive me to distraction. Hence, my sock wardrobe is very limited.
3. When I first started blogging I had to look at the keys on my keyboard to type.
4. I was a size 8. I often bought clothes in size 10 to be "extra slouchy and comfortable."
5. I never gave much thought to divine intervention.
Five New Things About Me
1. I can wear socks or tights for a full day and never think about them.
2. I no longer have time to sit on my couch and worry. Worry has to take a back seat to more productive endeavors.
3. I wonder, from time to time, if being anonymous on the internet really was the best decision.
4. My "at home" wardrobe is now severely lacking while my "at work" wardrobe is nicely padded.
Careful purchasing has made if possible for me to put together about two and a half weeks of outfits.
5. I see angels all around me. I don't actually SEE them, of course, but am aware of them every day.
Five Things I'm Still Working On
1. Balancing my home and work life.
2. Knowing when to stop talking when talking to one of my boys.
3. Interrupting.
4. Remembering to eat.
5. Touching up my roots BEFORE they begin to be incredibly obvious.
Comments
What a difference in those lists!
I used to HAVE to wear tights or hose when I worked at a bank, and hated it. I love the look of tights, but still balk to this day at having to put them on. But if you can do it, I probably can too. They can really make an outfit.
jbhat
if you figure out how to stop talking too much with the boys, please share your secret - my head is telling me to quit, but my mouth seems to have some sort of disconnect...
Damn him.
I am however continually challenged by 1 2 & 3.
1 especially. I think (hope) this will get easier with time.
I mean, really, how many pixie-haired, small appetited, fashionably savvy women can be running around that big city of yours, anyway?
Upon meeting her, I realized I had been imagining her face differently and might have walked right past her without knowing.
Rest assured, she is lovely, inside and out. Just a different lovely than I had been picturing.
For the record, you stop talking at just the right moment here at say la vee. You might err on the side of caution once in awhile, and leave us wanting more. I think that's a good thing.
ErinH
I can't picture you putting that little body into a 10 without you getting lost.
I'm befuddled by the anonymous thing. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on that.
The things you're still working on were plucked out of my head. Right through my gray roots.
(WV was ferbiles. Made me giggle!)
this blog: http://pawstolove.blogspot.com/
this is a friend of mine and she is retired and very positive.
I like your meme. Anonymous is probably good, because you never know. I relate to the things your working on. Maybe i should add some of them to my list.