Judd Corizan, from whom I acquired The Rising Blogger, operates Sunday Stealing. Each Sunday, they rip off a meme from another blogger — giving full credit and a link back to that author’s site, of course — and invite everyone to play along.
All About Me
Complete each sentence.
I am . . . hard-working.
I think . . . that I need to figure out a way to think less, especially late at night so that I can get more sleep!
I know . . . that God exists.
I have . . . a wonderful job that I really enjoy for which I am thankful every day.
I wish . . . that Alec Baldwin was wrong about the parental alienation phenomenon and am glad that someone is finally speaking out on the issue. I will be writing more on this topic soon.
I hate . . . dishonesty more than anything.
I fear . . . for this nation if John McCain and Sarah Palin are elected in November.
I hear . . . a soft Delta breeze wafting through my window — it sounds and feels lovely.
I smell . . . cheese sticks . . . Mattie-Boo is microwaving a snack.
I crave . . . some of those cheese sticks, but will not succumb to temptation.
I search . . . for truth on a daily basis. I’ll let you know when I find it.
I wonder . . . why the people who are promoting Proposition 8 — the California initiative that would overturn the Supreme Court decision confirming that the right to marry is assured to all persons on an equal basis — can’t just live their lives the way they see fight and allow other people to live theirs the same way . . . in peace.
I regret . . . nothing because regret is a useless exercise and complete waste of my scarcest resource, i.e., time.
I love . . . autumn and am delighted to see the leaves beginning to change color.
I ache . . . for my dear friend, Debra, who is undergoing treatment for a rare form of lymphoma after surviving colon cancer more than ten years ago.
I am not . . . inclined to judge others about their life choices. I don’t have enough time to thoroughly deal with my own issues . . . I can’t waste any of it second-guessing others.
I believe . . . that there is no such thing as happenstance.
I dance . . . The Time Warp every Halloween . . . just to hear my kids say, “No, Mom. Just . . . NO! That is wrong on so many levels” while rolling their eyes.
I sing . . . with the radio while I am driving.
I cry . . . rarely.
I fight . . . injustice.
I win . . . every verbal battle with BigBob. He’s a nonverbal person.
I lose . . . my composure and laugh heartily when BigBob zings me with one of his infamous left-field nonsequiturs.
I never . . . lie. Ever. Sometimes that gets me into trouble.
I always . . . tell my kids that they are smart, handsome, and capable.
I confuse . . . myself. ‘Nuff said.
I listen . . . intently when a judge is speaking to me or my client.
I can usually be found . . . in a baggy night-shirt when I am at home, so call before you come over!
I am scared . . . more about the possibility of losing my eyesight than about anything else.
I need . . . to get to the gym and work out in the pool every single day in order to be optimally healthy and energetic.
I am happy about . . . too many things to list here!
I imagine . . . what my life would have been like if I had made different choices merely as an intellectual exercise. I don’t believe in regret.