MommaK, the goober, tagged me. I ran as fast as I could, but she’s faster than I am, even with her dancing shoes on. So here we go, more on me, because, well – it’s my blog and she said so. Oh yes, and a new haircut pic. There’s that, too. That ought to get you to stop looking at my cleavage.

I AM: On my first cup of jet black coffee this morning, and still trying to shake off the sleepies and remember the dream I had lastnight.
I WANT: To move. Really badly. But we can’t, until we have our home in listing condition. Getting there. Slowly but surely.
I WISH: There were more hours in a day to get everything done that I’d like to get done. I wish there were no distractions.
I HATE: That I allow people to use me, as I have – for the most part – an inability to say no. I tend to spread myself too thin, and wonder when I’m going to stop that.
 
I MISS: Something that I never had. Being a daddy’s girl. Having a dad that cares. One that actually calls on my birthday, or visits, or just gives a shit about me and my kids.

I FEAR: That my girls will lose their father and I will lose my husband far too soon. That would be my biggest fear.

I HEAR: Every single bird that chirps. It resonates in my head. It’s beautiful, and springy, and I like it.

I WONDER: If I’ll have enough time today to do the things I want to do.

I REGRET: I don’t regret much. Regrets kind of waste energy and time, which I’m trying to accumulate more of.

I AM NOT: All that and a bag of chips. I try to be, but I’m not.

I DANCE: Alone, usually. My girls won’t boogie yet, my husband doesn’t boogie at all.

I SING: A lot. All the time. Subconciously. Everywhere. Should I have been a singer?

I CRY: When I feel helpless. When I’m touched or reminded of a happy memory. When my girls do something pure and innocent and sweet.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: The friend I wish I could be.

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: Something beautiful. Through everything I put my hands on, I try to make something beautiful, something that will be appreciated.

I WRITE: The way that I speak. If you’ve heard me talking, you’ve heard me writing. WYSIWYG.

I CONFUSE: A lot of people, and that’s okay. I’m an artist, artists tend to see things differently, and express feelings differently.

I NEED: Another cup of coffee. Be right back. Okay. Back. I need to win the lottery, so we can hire someone to do the work we need to do to this house to move, and also to buy the house I want for our family. It would be nice to not have to owe anyone anything.

I SHOULD: Play the lottery if I need to win it so bad. Can’t win if ya don’t play, eh?

I START: Chewing on my tongue as soon as my brush hits canvas. Today, I shall chew and chew, and chew. (See that big bird behind me?)

I FINISH: Most of the projects I start. I’m big on seeing things through, and I’m also big on seeing the results of hard work. It’s very gratifying.

I TAG: You, if you want to do it. You’re it! Let me know when you’re done and I’ll link you up.