Little Jack’s Corner

You know those little survey things that float around on email and myspace?  I think they’re also called a meme in blogoland (though I’m not too sure on that one).  I like doin’ them. :)  I don’t do them often…cause..well.. I don’t have “often” to do them!  But here is a cute one I found while browsing some of my favorite blogs today.

For those of you who are not familiar with these types of things, you just read the first part (the question) and then provide an ending (your answer).  This particular survey has you “completing” a sentence.

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I am: the happiest woman on the planet.

I think: that I have too many clothes.

I know: that my redeemer lives.

I have: just hung up the phone talking to dad, and now my mom is calling.  I bet they ddn’t even know! 

I wish: that people didn’t die.

I hate: mice in the house!!!

I miss: some friendships I had during my teen years.

I fear: my family dying.

I feel: hungry.

I hear: the sounds of Jack-Evan.

I smell: the new flavored pert plus shampoo.

I crave: the corn on the cob leftover from dinner last night.

I search: for wisdom in being a good wife, a good Mom, and a good Christian.

I wonder: what my future holds, how many children we’ll end up with, and what their futures hold.

I regret: losing my best friend from childhood.

I love: my son’s smile, the feel of stubble on my husband’s cheek, the warmth in my mom’s hug, the pride in my dad’s eyes as he holds his grandson, the smell of baby breath, the sound of the windchime, and the tingling just before a lightning storm.

I ache: after giving birth.  Ouchy.

I am not: trendy or outgoing.

I believe: that man has only begun to discover 1% of all the mysteries of this planet.  There is so much more out there than the eye or brain can comprehend!

I dance: with my husband, spur of the moment, in the middle of our living room, usually when a slow country song has just come on.

I sing: made up songs to my baby and pets, Beethoven’s Wig Symphonies, oldies, and Randy Travis. 

I cry: at the drop of a hat.   Dad always said I wore my “emotions on my sleeve”.  Crying is good, imho.  It’s like a laxitive for the soul.

I don’t always: remember to thank my husband when he does something nice.  Then I feel bad.

I fight: house flies!  We have been bombarded with flies lately.  After 3 years in this house, it’s the first time I’ve seen any in here.  Ick.

I write: to let out some of the random thoughts that parade through my head.

I win: every day that I am still alive.

I lose: sleep, not because of my infant, but because I’m a night owl and have yet to learn any better.

I never: to get angry or be mean to my little boy.

I always: have wanted to be a wife and a mom, above anything else.

I confuse: my husband when I use too many ”three dollar words” (as he calls them).

I listen: to baby noises, books on tape, classical music, and kevin snoring.

I can usually be found: with a baby in my arms and a pile of laundry yelling my name.

I am scared: when I can’t get ahold of my husband on the phone, worrying that something has happened.

I need: a foot message, chocolate milk, and a maid.

I am happy about: everything!  (Well, except for the fact that I don’t have a maid).

I imagine: that life would be a whole lot simpler if everyone were a whole lot nicer.

I am wearing: a pair of jeans I found in the back of my closet and a black mickey mouse club tshirt (black seems to hid drool better) …(Jack’s drool…not mine!).

I look forward to: watching my children grow up!