25

I was perusing (great word, no?) this blog and thought Why Don't I Do a 25 List?  I am not nearly as cool/creative/awesome as Elise, but surely I've got 25 things to share....right?  Here goes...

I love using ellipses......

If you read this blog, that was an obvious one.

It's a rare day that I don't eat chocolate.

And then wonder why my jeans are tight.

I was so excited for Miss Q to switch from formula to milk, and had convinced myself we would also be off the bottle at the time of that switch.  Yeah, not so much.

She's my ONLY, why not let her stay a baby for a while longer?

I fancied myself someone who would love to cook and garden and all the homemaker stuff once I quit work and stayed home full-time.  Maybe someday.

I never want to have a 9-5 job again.  Ever.

Most jobs aren't 9-5, they are 8-5.  9-5 has a better ring to it.

I'm still hanging on to the dream that my dear friends, the ones I've never lost contact with for even a minute, will all move to my town and be my neighbors.

Yes, I do see the dust covering everything in my house.

I do not like going to the dentist.  My issue with that has no basis, I just don't want to do it.  I'm already dreading it and I don't go until June.

My family is large, there are so many of us, it's confusing to explain and quite frankly I don't think I will anymore.

I'm watching the news and I'm tired of hearing about childhood obesity.  Parents, it's called PLAY.  Running around being noisy and loud and jumping on the bed is NORMAL.  Sitting on the couch all day is not.  Check yourself.

Do Dad's sometimes just not get it?  Let's discuss.

If given a day to do anything I wanted, I would definitely have at least 1 very long phone conversation, take a nap, scrapbook/create and read my fav blogs.

If given two days I would get a massage and a mani/pedi, too.

Is it weird that my days are basically spent by myself?  I think not.

I'm having a mini-break trip with my BFF Winif to visit my BFF Angie.  Counting the days and dreading the days until the trip, simultaneously.  I've never left my Q overnight, and my heart is already sad thinking of it.  But my head is so psyched that I can barely stand myself.

At this point, if given a choice to go somewhere with my darling hubby or my girlfriends, I would choose my girlfriends.  Most days my hubby is the only adult I converse with.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I love college basketball.  I can count on 1 hand how many times I've ever even made a basket, so yes, this is a strange development in my life.

Tomorrow is cut and color day.  I {heart} this day.

I need new running shoes (for stroller-walking) and am starting to think what I want doesn't exist.  Does that ever happen to you?  The need for new shoes has nothing to do with my sweaty feet.

I love reading blogs, and sometimes think I really could be friends with some of the amazing women out there in blogland.  You guys rock.

Regardless of what I said above, my hubby is the greatest man alive.