I Really Hate:

when the Mrs. extends stupid challenges.
Here goes....

I am very much NOT a Warrior.

I want regular pedicures.

I have more than I imagined.

I wish the ants in my kitchen would leave.

I hate anyone who makes my children sad.

I fear I really may not be attending an Oprah Show.

I hear you but I am probably not listening. Sorry... I get that from my Dad.

I search for very little. I am surprisingly, very comfortable with what I have and what I know.

I wonder if Kit's 'Full On and Fearless' personality, really will be the death of me.

I regret next to nothing. MOST all of my bad decisions have led to my good choices.

I love these four people to the point, it is completely indescribable.

I ache over the day, I am no longer Tink's 'faborite'.

I always am continually amazed by The Kid's forgiving and wanting Heart.

I usually am ignorantly renewed by each day.

I am not (repeat) a Warrior.

I dance with maybe less abandon than I should.

I sing only in the presence of children.

I never argue with a drunk. (words to live by!)

I sometimes lack a filter.

I cry very, very rarely.

I lose more sleep to thinking, than I should.

I am grateful I took a deep breath and jumped, rather than sitting comfortable on the familiar ledge.

I need more sleep, than I get.

I should pretend, to give this running thing a solid effort. But I am sure, I won't.

Ok ladies, I did this. Blah.