I liked this “meme” so much I decided to do it myself. Mainline Mom tagged “everyone.” So do I. The trick to this one is to fill in the sentence after the dash with the first thing that comes into your head. It’s harder than you think.
I know – the first line of The Aeneid in Latin. It used to be the first four lines, but my retention has suffered over the years.
I believe – the children are the future.
I fought – the law and the law won.
I am angered – by unfairness and unaccountability.
I love – to write.
I need – to put more pictures up on the blog.
I take – naps as much as possible.
I hear – my neighbor’s dog barking every night between 8 and 9 for at least half an hour.
I drink – gin and tonics and pinot grigio.
I hate – having dirty dishes in the sink and clutter on my counter and table tops.
I use – toxic cleaning products. I am newly worried by this.
I want – a pretty, landscaped front yard.
I decided – to become less type-A after Kyle was born. How am I doing?
I like – big butts and I cannot lie.
I feel – bloated.
I wear – flip flops in the summer, so often that my arches suffer.
I left – CT to find my fame and fortune. I found neither, but something so much better: my own little family.
I do – NOT have an answer for this one.
I hope – my child continues to be healthy and normal.
I dream – of moving back to CT.
I drive – with a constant paranoia that I am going to be hit.
I listen – to Jack FM on my drive to work.
I type – because of Sr. Ernestine in high school.
I think – hard, all the time, even when you can’t tell.
I need – some food right now.
I wish – I had one of those bodies that bounced right back after childbirth.
I am – menstruating.
I compensate – for shouting at my husband by helping him with stuff.
I regret – missing the weddings of Matt and Michelle, Chris and Danielle, and Lisa and Andrew.
I care – too much about strangers who are killed accidentally.
I should – exercise more.
I am not always – patient. (HAHAHAHA that is the understatement of the century, I know you are ALL laughing, too.)
I said – I would not wear sweatpants to work. You don’t know how close I am to breaking that promise.
I wonder – if I would have liked being a doctor.
I changed – careers when I was 25.
I cry – pretty much every day.
I am not – good at writing fiction. That pisses me off.
I lose – the same 3 pounds and gain it back again at least once a week.
I leave – my work at work. That’s where it should stay.