Sharing Time

I haven't been blogging much lately and I can't quite figure out why.  Maybe it's because I keep setting these unrealistic goals for myself (HCG is dead... may it burn in H-E-L-L!) on my blog and I keep letting myself down.  Maybe it's because I am not quite sure what to talk about because I have waaaay too much going on in my little brain to put down in one post.  Or, maybe it's because I can't seem to allow myself to be thoroughly honest on this here blog.  Maybe it's mostly that last one and I am just realizing this as I type.  So, here we go... take it or leave it, but do something with it!

Honesty from the mouth of FoxyStarbuck:

I love my family (my hubby and little kiddies) They really are the world to me.

I hate when I feel left out of something.

I am happy when I am honest with myself and others.

I am unhappy when I disappoint my husband or anyone else that means a lot to me.

I love silly TV shows like Scrubs.  (love that show!)

I don't know why there are people who try to figure me out without knowing anything about me.

I love a beautiful sunset.

I hate hangnails.

I am happy when my little kids give me hugs and slobbery kisses.

I am unhappy when they are hurt or unhappy themselves.

I love dry wit, sarcasm, or biting comments.

I don't want to be bothered with people who are too self involved to see that they play a vital role in their own life and choices.

I love my good friends who lift me up, strengthen me and listen to my stupidity and tolerate my insanity.

I hate that my neighbors house burned down 2 days before Christmas Eve this last year.

I love talking with people who allow me to listen to them and then want to hear my advice afterwards.

I love that my husband studies the Gospel constantly and is learning about sacrifice and the law of consecration, it puts my study time to shame!

I love that my family says prayers together morning and night, without fail.  Love that!

I love that I have started to feel a real connection to Mike's Great Grandfather through the books that he wrote.  Which, is weird because I don't feel a connection even with my own dead relatives that I have done temple work for.

I am happy when I cook... and eat... and make things that I can share with others... especially when it brings me praise.

I am amused that I have continued this list even though I clearly have shared too much.

I am stopping here.... you have heard too much already.