Sunday Stealing: All About Me Meme

Each Sunday, Sunday Stealing rips off a meme from another blogger — giving full credit and a link back to that author’s site, of course — and invite everyone to play along.

This week, the “All About Me” meme comes from Alex at Someday Syndrome. 

All About Me

Complete each sentence.

I am . . . hard-working.

I think . . . that I need to figure out a way to think less, especially late at night so that I can get more sleep! 

I know . . . that God exists.

I have . . . a wonderful job that I really enjoy for which I am thankful every day.

I wish . . . that Alec Baldwin was wrong about the parental alienation phenomenon and am glad that someone is finally speaking out on the issue.  I will be writing more on this topic soon.

I hate . . . dishonesty more than anything.

I miss . . . hearing my kids call me “Mama” in little-boy voices.

I fear . . . for this nation if John McCain and Sarah Palin are elected in November.

I hear . . . a soft Delta breeze wafting through my window — it sounds and feels lovely.

I smell . . . cheese sticks  . . . Mattie-Boo is microwaving a snack. 

I crave . . . some of those cheese sticks, but will not succumb to temptation.

I search . . . for truth on a daily basis.  I’ll let you know when I find it.

I wonder . . . why the people who are promoting Proposition 8 — the California initiative that would overturn the Supreme Court decision confirming that the right to marry is assured to all persons on an equal basis — can’t just live their lives the way they see fight and allow other people to live theirs the same way . . . in peace.

I regret . . . nothing because regret is a useless exercise and complete waste of my scarcest resource, i.e., time.

I love . . . autumn and am delighted to see the leaves beginning to change color.

I ache . . . for my dear friend, Debra, who is undergoing treatment for a rare form of lymphoma after surviving colon cancer more than ten years ago. 

I am not . . . inclined to judge others about their life choices.  I don’t have enough time to thoroughly deal with my own issues . . . I can’t waste any of it second-guessing others.

I believe . . . that there is no such thing as happenstance.

I dance . . . The Time Warp every Halloween . . . just to hear my kids say, “No, Mom. Just . . . NO! That is wrong on so many levels” while rolling their eyes. 

I sing . . . with the radio while I am driving.

I cry . . . rarely.

I fight . . . injustice.

I win . . . every verbal battle with BigBob.  He’s a nonverbal person.

I lose . . . my composure and laugh heartily when BigBob zings me with one of his infamous left-field nonsequiturs.

I never . . . lie.  Ever.  Sometimes that gets me into trouble.

I always . . . tell my kids that they are smart, handsome, and capable.

I confuse . . . myself.  ‘Nuff said.

I listen . . . intently when a judge is speaking to me or my client.

I can usually be found . . . in a baggy night-shirt when I am at home, so call before you come over!

I am scared . . . more about the possibility of losing my eyesight than about anything else.

I need . . . to get to the gym and work out in the pool every single day in order to be optimally healthy and energetic.

I am happy about . . . too many things to list here!

I imagine . . . what my life would have been like if I had made different choices merely as an intellectual exercise. I don’t believe in regret.