Oh, hello! Come in. Scrambled eggs and bacon are ready.
So… Day 5: Something I hope to do in my life.
I want to live in Paris and in Ireland.
I went to Paris on vacation in 2001 and fell in love with the city. It was probably the best vacation I have ever taken. I want to live there because
- Duh, it’s Paris
- I want to learn to speak French. I think it’s such a beautiful language
- Just the whole culture and energy and history of the city
I also want to live in Ireland. My mother is from Ireland and when I went there, I felt at home, immediately. The people there were so friendly and welcoming. I’m not sure which part of the country I would like to live in, but I can decide that later.
Tomorrow: something you hope you never have to do.
Oh, hello! Waffles and coffee are ready if you are interested.
Today: Something you love about yourself
I love my laugh. I love my giggle. I love how easily I laugh. Even when things are yucky, if something strikes my funny bone, I will laugh.
Some people at the Gas ‘n Sip think that isn’t professional of me. My feeling on that? We spend so much time at work, if we can’t have fun, life will be miserable.
It’s okay to laugh. I love the deep belly laughs that come from a good joke. I also love those laughs when you are laughing so hard, you can’t breathe. Tears come down your cheeks. You might even pee a little.
And those silly times when you just can’t stop giggling. Every time you think about it again, you start giggling again. Love.
Tomorrow: Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Oh, hello. Again. Good grief, I’m prolific this week! I think some wine is in order. Or sparkling cider for those who don’t imbibe.
Before I start, I want to say thank you to Moo for pushing me to do this. Starting today. Honestly, I was only going to start tomorrow for *her*. Give her a chance to think about things. Honestly.
Something I hate about myself:
I hate that I cannot control my eating. I eat very fast and way too much, according to defined “portion sizes”. And when it comes to processed sugar? Forget it. Even as I continue to shovel into my face, I recognize how gross it is and that I should stop. But I can’t. Until it’s either gone or I am just this side of wanting to puke, I keep eating.
I know that I just shouldn’t buy it, what ever it is. But it’s like I become possessed. And one is rarely enough. I buy 2 of whatever it is, knowing that the first one will be gone within the hour.
That’s a thing I hate about myself.
Oh, and I’m physically lazy.
Tomorrow:
Something I love about myself.
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