I get super cranky if I’m hungry.
After I’ve hit my limit of talking to people, I shut down.
I pin really cute outfits on pinterest but know that if it’s not super comfortable, it would only get worn once, which is why my wardrobe is mostly various types of yoga pants.
I overlook a lot when it comes to others until someone is on my bad side and then I nitpick every little thing.
I think it’s totally okay to buy a new book every time my husband plays golf or poker. A book is cheaper anyway.
image via freeimages.com since most of my books are currently on my kindle
The quickest way to piss me off is to talk to me like I’m stupid.
Taking out my contacts at the end of the day often feels like way too much effort.
I don’t think there’s such a thing as a comfortable bra.
I have a favorite sibling and a favorite niece/nephew.
One of my boys is far less likely to make me want to tear out my hair than the other two.
Parking lots give me road rage.
In my head, I mock the parents who take youth sports entirely too seriously. It’s a game. They’re young and learning. No one is going to the pros soon.
Chick-fil-a is my fast food weakness.
It would take either winning the lottery or some natural disaster for me to even consider moving. I just want to be in one place for a while.
There is a never-ending pile of clean laundry on top of my dresser at all times.
All these things are true about me. Maybe some of them, I should work on. Others, I’m perfectly okay with: this is me.
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Oh, I get super pissy if I’m hungry. I need to eat regularly or else it’s not pretty.
Mmm, Chick-fil-a. So delicious.
I always have laundry everywhere.
Something I’ll confess? I need my Diet Coke. I know it’s horrible for me, but it would be even more horrible for the people around me if I didn’t drink it.
I used to be like that with Mountain Dew. I drank it like it was water.
I’ve never been to Chick-fil-a. We don’t have one in these parts. People talking to me like I’m stupid? Yep. That’s my trigger, too.
It sets me off so quickly. I try very hard not to lash out, but I’ll be really irritated.
Oh I get hangry too. The older I get the more OK I get about the things I probably could or should change but likely won’t.
Exactly. This is who I am. And I’m okay with it.
I am partially disabled and used to be totally athletic. My husband and I used to do a lot of sports together. Well he still does all of them (which by all means go do them!) but I feel that I should be able to treat myself to other things…like you do right? Hell yes!!!
I also have the dreaded stack of clean clothes. Where the eff do they come from?!
We do not have chick – filet places here in Canada and I’m kind of glad. Sounds dangerous.
I have small boobs so no one notices if I wear a bra or not. boom
Absolutely we should be able to treat ourselves!
I have small boobs, too, so I do usually go without.
BOOKS! Mountains of books!
I love books too…my Kindle app is bursting at the seams.
I never take my contacts out either..I just change them monthly. Ahem.
I have been in a bad mood for about 3 years now and I hate it. I hate me lately. Isn’t that sad?
I also have, depending on the day/hour/minute , a favorite child.
I like/love you..just the way you are.
Sometimes I change mine every-3-months-ly. Shhhh. I know it’s terrible.
I don’t want you to hate you. I adore you, Kir! xo
I still bite my nails off and on. It just depends on my stress level.
And yes on CFA. So yummy! 🙂
Sometimes I bite mine a bit b/c I’m too lazy to look for the nail clippers. I think my husband hides them after every time he uses them.
I also have that never-ending pile of clean laundry on my dresser! And I make mock teachers in my head that complain that they don’t have time to do interventions for kids and think that it’s a big hassle to do so…because it’s soooo much better to put kids in special education than actually try to help them in the classroom.
Oh, I’d mock that, too!
I’ve been really following my diet regularly – and it means that I’m in a perpetual state of “hunger awareness.” I’m not hungry – but I “could eat” at any time . . . which, I think, is mostly good for me & my self awareness. But? When I actually get hungry, and can’t deal with it? I get HANGRY.
With my regular poker game, I usually come out ahead . . . $10 buy in, $12-15 for beer, come home with $30-40. What’s funny is that I play with a bunch of actors . . . you’d think they’d be better about maintaining their poker faces.
Little pisses me off more than when it’s assumed that I’m stupid.
I don’t wear contacts, but I have, often, thought that brushing my teeth would be too much effort. I’m glad there’s a voice that always seems to quiet those thoughts.
I haven’t had fast food, of any sort (aside from, perhaps, a cup of coffee or an iced tea when I’m getting something for the kids), unless we’re counting Panera, because I don’t trust myself once I break that dam.
If I won the lottery, I’d fix my house up exactly as I want it . . . but I wouldn’t move. If I won a TON of money, I might buy a vacation home, as well, but I’m quite happy where I am.
Panera totally doesn’t count. Other than that, I only go to Chick-fil-a. It’s the only fast food my super skinny middle kid will eat, so I blame him. Though I guess I could at least get a salad…
Good for you for sticking to your diet!
I get so mad when someone treats me like I’m stupid that I can’t even hear the rest of what they’re saying because I’m so fuming mad.
Sounds like you do well at poker! My husband often wins, but even then, he still spends money on drinks or snacks that he takes with him, so that’s my book justification. 😉
My house looks neat from the outside, but I shove stuff into drawers willy-nilly.
I can’t not take a shower in the morning.
I hate wearing socks. Good thing I live in a tropical country!
I can’t fathom wearing shoes indoors. The grossness of stuff on people’s shoes!
I really look forward to my cup of coffee in the morning.
I enjoy doing dishes (I know, I’m weird).
I don’t like odd numbers, but I’m okay with 5, because it feels even. That doesn’t make sense, I know.
Hey, I should write a post!
Socks are not comfortable.
You know what I don’t understand? People who get upset when they’re asked to take their shoes off. That’s just common courtesy.
I hate, hate, hate doing dishes.
5 DOES seem even. I think b/c we learn to count by 5s.
And look- there you go- a post!
We joke at my house—you are not you when you are hangry! 🙂