I know it's finally cool in my house because my mother came out and helped my husband put in our air conditioner. (Go Mom!)
I know that I have hummed "Go Go Go Joseph" from my amazing new, wonderfully awesome Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat soundtrack all day. And it's not a bad thing.
I know that my kids are dang cute.
I know my right foot hurts and I'm not sure why.
I know that I cannot wait for my dishwasher to come to its new home tomorrow.
I know I'm tired of washing dishes by hand and eating off of styrofoam plates.
I know that I don't like it when my husband lets my kids watch Cops.
I know he doesn't care that I don't like it and lets them anyway.
I know that summer is entirely overrated.
I know that I'm very, very tired right now and I'm not sure why.
I know that I'm not pregnant. Or at least I'm pretty sure.
I know that I'd like to be. At least I think I would...wouldn't I? Yeah, I think I would...Yeah.
I know that I miss Cousin Stacey.
I know that my kids are really getting a lot out of VBS this week.
I know that my computer chair really isn't all that comfortable.
I know that today my complexion resembles that of a hormonal 14 year old.
I know that my husband is sleeping in this morning and I didn't get that luxury. It's my vacation, too, dangit.
I know that I am stronger than I let on.
I know that sometimes I cry for reasons unbeknownst to me. Or anyone else. Sometimes it just feels right to cry.
I know that I'd like to perform on stage someday.
I know the way to San Jose. Actually, I don't, but it made me giggle to type it.
I know that I need to read more.
I know that I need to write more.
I know that someday, in addition to achieving infamy by performing on stage, I would like to also be famous for writing a good book.
I know what that book is going to be about, too. I just have to write it.
I know that I have one year left until my baby girl goes to school full time.
I know that when that year is gone I have to figure out what I'm going to do regarding what I want to be when I grow up.
I know that I'd like for that to be writing that good book.
I know how to say the alphabet backwards.
I know how to speak Pig Latin.
I know how to clog. (Dance. Not toilets.)
I know that I'm more diva than redneck.
I know that I wouldn't have as much redneck in me had I not married the man I did.
I know that being married isn't easy.
I know that there have been a lot of times I've wanted to leave.
I know that there will be many more times like that.
I know that I'm a horrible housekeeper.
I know that I'll never be as good a cook as my mother.
I know I'm going to heaven.
I know that I know a lot more than I give myself credit for these days.
I know this is enough and that y'all have got to be bored with reading it by now.
Loved your posts today. Especially the "If I were a teacher...I'd be on Prozac."
ReplyDeleteMy other favorite: you know how to clog.
I laughed out loud. I missed reading your
blog while you were gone to Branson, the Redneck Mecca. Glad you're back.
Hillbilly Mom, I am so glad you missed me! And I'm glad I made you laugh today. Thanks for stopping in!
ReplyDeleteBut I really DO know how to clog! I started when I was 17. Sis and I are planning on starting lessons up again this summer as part of our grand scheme to lose weight. I know there is a lot more of me to jiggle and bounce around now, though...that might add a new dynamic to it all. :-)