Lord save me from myself…mostly what I mean to ask is to specifically save me from the URGE TO BEGIN EVEN ONE MORE PROJECT!!!
I am certain I have some sort of attention deficit issue…flitting from one room to another like a little bee in the flowers – not like that…that might be pleasant to watch. Me, I’m just making one hell of a mess all over the place. I have primed most of the boys’ room, painted the actual color on one wall, stripped the stairs, painted the kitchen ceiling, painted a portion of the kitchen tile, started to strip an end table, and I have paint swatches taped to the dining room and living room walls.
Do you do this? I know I’ve left out a few things and we’re both glad for that.
I need to get all crazy about finishing things…I do believe that is it…focus…be the ball…
Ah hell! Who am I kidding? I’m already thinking about my next post
Whomever is in charge of my channel changer, please for the love of teenie bikinis STOP ALREADY!
Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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