I do not like Splenda.
I do not like Diet Coke with Splenda.
I can drive from Vacouver WA to Moraga CA by myself.
Pulling a trailer.
With three other drivers in the car.
I am far more comfortable in the drivers seat than the passenger seat.
Obviously.
I can pick out paint colors for an entire house in less than 5 minutes.
And be happy with them.
I cannot do the same with rugs.
I cannot eat some things, like mushrooms and oysters, because of their texture.
I can, however, eat peach skin and be perfectly fine with it. Strange, I know.
My job is nuts, but I'm finding I like it most of the time. That surprises me.
I'm increasingly proud of my kids. Good thing, I guess.
I actually like working out. ...most of the time.
I do not like the "sleep number" bed. I am the only person I know in this category.
I do not like my home decorating abilities.
I do not like many other people's either.
I long to be able to foster a baby again. But not while I'm working like this.
I am a decent but not expert sudoku player.
I enjoy playing games with family and friends.
I love the snow.
I also love the sunshine.
and warmth.
I miss my bike.
I am sad that someone would steal my bike. again.
It embarasses me to have 9 cars at my house when there is no party going on.
And only two of them belong to our remodeling crew.
My feet are permanently cold.
I sometimes wonder if I am up to the task of raising another headstrong child.
But I'm so glad I am.
As much as my dogs annoy me, I fall apart at the thought of them not returning from one of their "adventures".
I hate their "adventures".
I am looking forward to 2008. Not that 2007 was bad at all. Just looking forward to 2008.
Happy New Year, everyone!
12.31.2007
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3 comments:
Happy New Year to you, Beastie!
1. The best part about celebrating as many new years as we have is that we've learned a thing or two about ourselves.
2. I don't like my Sleep Number bed, either.
So did Rollo make it back?
Yes - we got two Christmas "miracles". One at 6:30 am and the other as we were leaving for dinner at 2:30pm. Covered in ticks, but not as filthy as usual. Cost a fortune at the kennel...
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