yup. blame kristen.

I was going to blog about the tornadoes that ripped through central Arkansas and about being in the center of the “cone of silence” for about 10 minutes, but Kristen Painter tagged me. So blame her if you wanted to hear about the other stuff…

You’re feeling: rested. After the tornadoes, I slept like a baby

To your left: empty cup. empty water bottle. a can of pledge. a stack of receipts. something for the boys’ school that I forgot to complete. a drumstick . bandaids. paperclips. pictures.

On your mind: Will the house in Oxford sell soon.

Last meal included: 1 egg, handful of grapes, coffee

You sometimes find it hard to: not obsess over my diet. (speaking of diet, I’m down 6 lbs in two weeks. Yay!)

The weather: rainy and cool

Something you have a collection of: books, flamingos, lotions, sweatshirts and yoga pants

A smell that cheers you up: new money smell. honeysuckle. leather. baby lotion. fresh rain.

A smell that can ruin your mood: kitty litter in need of changing

How long since you last shaved: um, fairly recently?

The current state of your hair: in need of a good washing.

The largest item on your desk/workspace (not computer): an 8×11 picture frame holding pictures of me and my best friend Jen from high school.

Your skill with chopsticks: Why would I use chopsticks when a fork is available?

Which section you head for first in a bookstore: I browse the sales then head to Romance.

Something you’re craving: bread.

Your general thoughts on the presidential race: I’m ready for Clinton and O’Bama to come together. Right Now. I don’t care who gets shotgun, they just need to come to an agreement and then take back our country. (sorry. I usually don’t get political on here…)

How many times have you been hospitalized this year: zip

Favorite place to go for a quiet moment: my backyard when the yappy ass dogs behind us aren’t home.

You’ve always secretly thought you’d be a good: Soap Star

Something that freaks you out a little: the feel of the cotton in a pill bottle. *shudder* it oogs me out A LOT.

Something you’ve eaten too much of lately: Salad

You have never: gone through the drive thru naked.

You never want to: drown or suffocate

The tag ends with me. If you want to play, put it up, and let me know in the comments.

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