I admittedly do not know much, but these few things I know.
My son’s room will never be truly clean.
Laundry is a constant.
In America, free speech is welcomed until it clashes with mainstream media. Then you best be silent or grow a very thick skin.
My daughter is growing up because she wants me to do her hair every single morning. This is a first in her ten years of life. Now I’m watching YouTube videos and scrambling to learn how to create any other look besides bedhead.
My body needs a diet. My mind hates that idea. My clothes like me a few pounds slimmer.
Every year when winter melts into spring, or even when it hesitates, I buy a new pair of shoes, as seen here and here and here. (The first pair is terribly ugly. The second two pairs are much cuter.) Shoes seem to be my lifeline out of winter’s depression.
I really cannot think of a good reason to bungee-jump. Ever.
My Facebook friends are very wise. Last night I put together an advisory board and they fixed my problem in moments. Really, we have an amazing resource called friends and family. We ought to tap into that resource from time to time.
I am very picky about which foreign countries I would like to visit. There are many on my must-see list, but others tend to fall off the little “earth” I’ve created in my mind.
I don’t do “puke” well. Just yesterday a little girl riding in the back seat of my car uttered the words, “I’m getting car-sick.” Immediately I panicked. “You’re not gonna throw-up – Are you gonna throw up – Tell me if you feel like throwing up – Please don’t throw up in the car!” I scared the car-sickness right out of that poor child.
Now it’s your turn. In this world of constant unknowns, tell me what you know.