That there are five out of seven days of the week that I kind of wish I didn't have to do. I think you know which ones I'm talking about. I have a problem with wishing days away when life is so precious. We really do need to be grateful for every single one.
Some day I will have to buy another car. I bought a Honda so I could
drive the wheels off and that's what I intend to do. I've had it for 5 years and it was used when I bought it. I'd drive it for
the rest of my life if I could but even Honda's don't last forever. I
love my cute little car so much and it loves me back. Good gas mileage,
low maintenance and no car payment. My next car will probably be
another Honda so I'll still have one....it's just the whole parting with cash thing that I hate
to think about.
My MacBook is dying. Like Honda's even Mac's don't last forever. MJ bought it for me in late 2009. He added new memory, replaced the battery and re installed the operating system (I think that's what he did) but it's still not acting right. It shuts down randomly when I'm in Firefox, Safari or word. Most recently I can't upload pics from iPhoto to blogger. I'm basically a blogger without a laptop right now. I never use it anymore because it's so annoying. He's going to try one more last ditch effort to save it but after that.....it might be time to spend some more moolah.
That my closet is officially stuffed to capacity and there was room to spare when we moved in 4 years ago. I don't want to face this because it means that I've done a lot of shopping which means I've spent a lot of money which feels really really wasteful. In retrospect I do feel that a lot of stuff I got was because I needed it. As much as you need clothes when you already have some anyway. I need to do a serious closet cleanse and get rid of stuff and keep my shopping to a minimum. I have a REALLY hard time parting with clothes. I need help!!!
That my husband wants another house. He's got this idea in
his head that he needs a yard when one of the things that we really
liked about our house when we moved in is that it did not have one. He
has changed his mind about that; I have not. He wants to spend weekends
doing yard work. I do not. I really, really love our house. It has
everything we need, a few things we don't and it's going to be a tough
act to follow. It's not the biggest house or the fanciest house but I
think it will be damn near impossible to find one I like as much with a
price tag we can afford. I also really hate moving. Three words come
to mind. Expensive. Stressful. Don't wanna. Okay that's four.
That I will never be able to do my middle splits again. I got the left side back with ease, the right side back with some pain, but the middle splits are as elusive as the carefree days of my teenage years right about now. I will keep stretching and fighting the good fight as long as I'm physically able.
That some day I'm going to be really old and wrinkled all over. Getting older can be a bummer sometimes but overall I've been okay with it because I honestly feel that my life and my overall mental health has only improved with age. Plus, I don't look old yet. At least I don't think so. When I look in the mirror I still see a youthful face, a body that still mostly fights gravity and only a few grays here and there that I can pull out. One day that will not be the case and it's kind of scary to think about what that will feel like. Or maybe it's just so gradual that you don't really notice it all at once and by then you are ready so it's not that hard to accept? That's what I'm hoping.
That some day I will lose someone I love. It's only a passing thought once in a blue moon. I keep it tucked away in a deep dark area of my brain in a place I choose not to access very often. It's the kind of thing that is always there
and yet you can't think about too often.
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