My biggest insecurity?…um, my thighs.  Or maybe it is my nose.  It might be those wrinkles forming between my eyebrows, until I see my thighs and then the deal is sealed.   Good news is that they keep me from starvation…I could survive off those babies in an emergency for months.

My biggest hope?…to be strong and healthy enough to play and romp with my children into adulthood and beyond. 

My most private hope?…to raise my children lovingly and selflessly.

My worst habit reformed?…ugh, I was the MOST disgusting nail biter on the face of the earth.  I could lunch on my cuticles alone, pulling sheets of flesh off my fingers.  For three years now I’ve had long nails.  I’m a reformed woman.  And with no big boy toys around my house there is less need for nail-less fingers.  Plus, long nails are wonderfully more useful than I imagined.  Occasionally I get them filled to the brim with dirt.  Or I use them to pinch the legs off of bugs.  But the back scratches I can offer are luxurious.  Seriously.  Ask me, I’ll show you!

My favorite color?…blue!  I love it in all its shades, from the ocean to the sky, tears, rain, navy blue storms to marine turquoise. 

Guilty Pleasure?…hmmm.  Well the first one I can’t type about on the internet.  Mostly because I already getting naughty spam enough without adding my favorite ‘tag phrases’.  The second…anything with peanut butter or anything with lemon.  I said OR not and, and would just be gross. 

Routines I Can’t Give Up?…every morning I lotion from my toes to my ears.  It’s my favorite part of the day, assuming the bathroom is still steaming and warm.  There are days when I blow dry, or curl, some makeup, little makeup…but never a day goes by when I haven’t been buttered from head to toe with the softest and sweetest smelling lotion that I can find.  I just like myself a little better with the glow of skin that is younger than it really is…at least in that instant.

Least Liked Chore?…cleaning out cars.  It always makes me regret the privileges I give the kids while we are in the car.

Drives me NUTS?…that I can’t figure out how to parent my child who is so completely and wholly different from me in every action, instinct, and thought.  Nuts!  I tell you!

Fears?…not being able to do…

Childhood Regret?...hmmm.  I wish I’d beat up the boy who pinned me against the wall in second grade and pulled up my dress.  He teased me about the pretty bow on my panties all year.  I should have drawn a bow on the ground with his face.  I think the boy I beat up in fifth grade was probably getting a little more than he bargained for with some past aggression and a book bag the size of my desk.

Teenage Regret?…I wish I’d…oh man that is so vast.  I wish I’d not let fear of my parents dictate my involvement in everything that I wanted to try.  Instead, I stayed close to home, kept people happy, allowed an excessive amount of control and negativity to direct my life.  But I wish I’d cheered, tried out for volleyball, been more involved in a hundred programs that the school offered.    I was interested in everything but did little, and it was because I  had been barred against the first thing that interested me as soon as it was offered.  If I could do it again, I’d cheerlead.  I’d have been great. 

Favorite Food?…mexican food for breakfast lunch and dinner.  Although I also love pho, lettuce wraps, hummus with that spicy pepper sauce on it, sausages with jalapenos and peanut butter cake.  But that is just because I had some this weekend and it was to die for!

Most likely?…to slap your butt.  Yep.  Even right in the middle of church I saw my old aerobics teacher and when she bent to sit down beside me.  I greet with love, sometimes by the handful.