Does it make me shallow if I am thrilled at the thought of receiving a nearly flawless diamond solitaire from my husband to replace my failing engagement ring. (It costs as much as a used car. Or a small, stripped-down new car.)
I really annoys me when people wave me on at a four-way stop. I know the traffic rules. I understand them. The streets are no place for chivalry.
I enjoy reality shows. There is very little redeeming value in any of them, but I get sucked into their tiny worlds that have been blown wide open by TV cameras. Real World reeled me in. Jessica Simpson sealed the deal. Guilty pleasure. Like corn dogs.
I carry a lot of resentment concerning the fact that my Dad had to fight cancer - three different kinds of cancer - and that it took his life. And I find myself looking at people my Dad's age and older and thinking, why are you alive and my Dad is not. I know that is horrible of me, but I just can't help it.
9/25 Sometimes I wish that I was a housewife. It would be wonderful to be able to concentrate on my home and get things in order and be able to enjoy entertaining because I would have time to prepare and not always be squeezing things in.
9/25 I'd really like to have another dog. I've been thinking about a Scottie or a smallish breed that doesn't shed much. Kenny says he will leave before we add another dog to the house. I could push the issue... Pick your battles, Cindy.
9/25 Sometimes I wish that I was a housewife. It would be wonderful to be able to concentrate on my home and get things in order and be able to enjoy entertaining because I would have time to prepare and not always be squeezing things in.
9/25 I'd really like to have another dog. I've been thinking about a Scottie or a smallish breed that doesn't shed much. Kenny says he will leave before we add another dog to the house. I could push the issue... Pick your battles, Cindy.
