Thursday, June 11, 2009
What a girl wants
I want to not be angry.
I want to do this to my keyboard: lasdigjf'oaweifual/dkmvaL'dvijalvkna"dliogvjadlkgmaldkvua[oweiutq23809ualdskvma
I want to just slide right on into menopause without hassling with all this peri-menopause mess. I'm having the hot flashes, mood swings and other symptoms AND I'm still having periods. SO. NOT. FAIR. I shouldn't have to do both.
I want to buy luggage.
I want a reason to buy luggage.
I want to pack my van with the kayaks, the cooler, the tent, an air mattress, a 50 gallon drum of OFF, sunscreen and the husband and kids and take off to the river for about three days. And while I am normally wholly against such practices, I would totally turn off my cell phone.
I want to see a tornado. Again.
I want a hippopotamus for Christmas.
I want poor ol' Mike Bettes to see twelve dozen tornadoes a day until Vortex2 is over, bless his heart.
I want to start FlyLady again and stick with it.
I want pretty toenails.
I want a Mountain Dew.
I want to meet all the wonderful women bloggers I missed out on seeing last month at Mom's Night Out.
I want my MTV.
I want worship and fellowship and a sense of family without religion and politics getting in the way. I'm afraid I won't find that in a Baptist church. That makes me sad.
I want you to leave a comment wishing me a Happy 5th Blogaversary since I kind of forgot. Yeah. 5 years blogging and I spent the day with my feet in the creek, watching my kids splash and play and having some seriously wonderful conversation with my little sister.
I want you to stay tuned because in two weeks I will have my act together enough to host a giveaway in honor of my big 5th Blogaversary - you know, the one I forgot.
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