It's a slow day, so I stole a blog idea from my gal pal, Amanda, titled "The I Am Poem."
I am: slapped in the face by reality when I learn the ages of our most famous celebs. In my head, Angelina Jolie is old enough to be my mother (hey - what's one more kid?) not my slightly older sister, and I couldn't audition for American Idol even if I wanted to because I'm past the age limit.
I think: my dog, Bear, developed separation anxiety overnight.
I know: "that my Redeemer lives and ever cares for me." Great ol' hymn!
I want: with all my heart to be lying in a hammock on a beach in Cozumel right now, with sand between my toes and chips and guacamole within hand's reach.
I have: always thought I'd make a darn good European, though I'm insanely proud to be American.
I wish: on stars and have since I was a kid.
I hate: being lied to, especially when the truth ain't so bad.
I miss: New York City, always.
I fear: irony so much it's crippling.
I feel: strangely fearful to enter the workforce again but exhilarated to become a financial contributor once more!
I hear: that the latest season of Lost is pretty out there and can't wait to get caught up.
I smell: eggs, bacon and coffee and I'll instantly time travel to the family cabin in Bandera to find my Grandad on the front porch, my Granny in the kitchen, and my cousins all begging and pleading, "can we PLEASE go to the river now?"
I crave: even still, that old family cabin.
I search: prices for vacations I'll never take. If you want someone to plan your upcoming trip, look no further than right here - it's my favorite hobby!
I wonder: why some people neglect the present in pursuit of an uncertain future.
I understand: very little about string theory and physics and astronomy but I really wish I did.
I regret: lots of little things but no big things.
I ache: every time I read my favorite card from Makenzie.
I care: shamefully more about animals than I do some humans.
I always: lock the door behind me. Always.
I am not: a good homemaker but I think I'm a good wife.
I believe: the resolution of a mighty few of our nation's problems lies in the hands of it's citizens - that is, in hands reaching out to help themselves and others instead of grabbing for a handout.
I dance: to my own beat but constantly worry I'm out of rhythm with those around me.
I sing: like I have my own rock band but am fully aware I'd be booed off any stage before you can shout "Rock on."
I cry: when I see wild animals on roadways and pray furiously that God leads them back into whatever wilderness we haven't stolen from them.
I worry: that I'm not good enough for [fill in the blank].
I don't always: think about the consequences before catapulting myself into a new adventure. Exploration trumps responsibility!
I fight: dog hair daily - on the floor, clinging to clothes, drifting in the air, floating in the pool.
I write: less than the teenage version of myself thought I would at almost-30. I'm pretty sure that girl thought I would be a songwriter or novelist by now. Teenage Leigh overestimated her portfolio!
I listen: to a beautifully bizarre mix of music on my S-pod and am instantly connected to other's who share my diverse taste in music.
I never: thought I would be so blessed as to find my true love and soul mate at 18.
I need: a slice of cheese pie from Luby's.
I am happy about: dinner/movie night Wednesday, traveling to my parents on Thursday, Schlitterbahn Friday and family day Saturday and Sunday!
Now, who are YOU?