I’m not sure what to write about today but I’m in a good mood and feeling healthy and happy and just want to write anything down so as to not neglect my blog. So today I wrote this while neglecting my work instead.
Here’s a little about me:
What makes me Happy: Having a conversation with my husband when he’s a little buzzed. He’s a very social drunk.
What makes me Sad: Eating the last peanut M&M and reaching for the bag only to realize there are no more left; looking at my bank account.
What makes me depressed: Looking at my bank account after bills.
What makes me Uneasy: A funny gynecologist
What makes me Scared: The thought of Donald Trump as president
What makes me Annoyed: Republicans
What makes me Grossed Out: My husband’s feet
What makes me feel Funny: Hearing my boss call me Buddy. He really does
What makes me Confused: Watching my 3 year old pick out her toe jam
What makes me Mad: A funny Lawyer…and Republicans
What I miss: Green Tea after noon with Katy; Chester the squirrel; and making fun of the crotch grabbing, breakfast food spilling, popcorn eating, can’t look you in the eye, star wars man.
A fond Memory: Sitting next to Aryn in college and telling her everything Karyn told me. The Reward: Karyn ignoring me for the rest of college.
What I don’t miss: Emails with Molly or Jenny; Reference Material.
A funny Memory: Being told I would be banned from my previous place of employment; eating Chinese food with Mike.
Something I do everyday: Email my wonderful friend Alisha.
Something I wish I could do everyday: Get drunk with Alisha
What makes me Pissed Off (which is way worse than mad): The D-bag driver in front of me on I435 yesterday who STOPPED on the On Ramp just to LOOK if anyone was coming. No one was.
What makes me Inspired: Watching my fearless 1 year old fall of the couch and then laugh. Of course, I felt TERRIFIED first.
Something I look forward to: Retirement. Sad, I know.
Something I wish I could do more: eat cheese; write; sleep; spend time with my kids; think.
Something that makes me laugh: Watching my husband tickle his arms in his sleep; thinking about me and Katy drinking wine; hearing my three year old say, “When I grow up, I want to be a cooker.”
Something I think about everyday: Ways to make more money, faster; eating cheese.
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