Oh Thank God! I'm not the only one!

If it weren't for the world of bloggers out there.....I'd think I was all alone in my thoughts, in my observations, in my feelings, in the way I do things, in what happens to me, in how I view life, in what goes on in my world (and what doesn't!)........
Woo-hoo, I'm not just some crazy, wacked out,vain, lazy, lying, cheating, stealing, over-analytical, cold-hearted, shoe-obsessed, territorial, cranky, imperfect bitch woman who needs to get a life...

Here's to you, my blogger friends!

Just another reason to love blogging.....


Oh, don't worry blogging friends....I'm not going to out you. No. No. I'd never do that. Sure, many of you will see yourselves here! But, I won't reveal your true identity. It's between you and me. What you will see are the things you've talked about on your blog that made me whisper-squeal yeah me too when I read it! Letting me know that I am not alone.
So, now, I'm going to thank you for being who you are, for not being afraid of who you are, and for blogging about who you are. Because really, if it weren't for you--I'd think there was something pretty wrong with me that sometimes Carmen's snoring drives me so crazy that I sleep on the couch, that there are moments that I am positive I've ruined my children's lives, that my bedroom is quite messy, that I'm not a great housekeeper, that I hate laundry, that I wish Speed where legal, that I'm pretty damn upset about The Guiding Light being canceled (even though I haven't watched it in years), that I think I would have been in love with cocaine if I would have ever tried it, that I thought Queen Elizabeth looked old and really white in the picture with the O'Bama's, that I miss my mother so much sometimes (even after 36 years) that I cry in the middle of the day, that I get upset with unfriendly people, that my finger nails are acrylic and have been since 1987, that I hate liver, that I love gin, that I love wine, that I love martinis, that sometimes I have a hangover, that I buy shoes and hide them from my husband, that sometimes I wish I were a cage dancer, that I wish marijuana were legal, that I think sex is over rated, that I wonder why I think sex is over rated, that I say the F word, that I wish I didn't have to cook dinner every night, that I'm confused about life, that I sometimes don't answer my phone, that I got D's in math, that I've overdrawn my checking account, that I don't want big boobs, that I'm worried that my forgetfulness really is the beginning of alzhiemers, that I really miss my former work life, that I don't really like my job these days, that I'm very very worried about empty nesting, that I'd like to go to Happy Hour every Friday with my girlfriends, that I don't know what really makes me tick, that I'm afraid of old age, that I want my son to have a girlfriend, that I watch Gossip Girls, that I watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians, that I keep up with the Real Housewives of OC and NY, that I love Barbie, that I think Donnie Osmond is cute, that I like Paula Abdul, that I think I'm bored, that most of the spices in my kitchen are past their expiration dates, that I don't like being so in charge of everyone's happiness, that I sometimes want to run away, that I really am tired, that I am not really as social as everyone thinks I am, that I work hard at being optimistic, that I'm afraid of not being optimistic, that my Easter decorations are not up, that I don't feel like putting my Easter decorations up, that my St. Patrick's Day Flag is still flying, that I really do love blogging, that I'm a super impatient control freak, that I wish cigarettes weren't bad for you, that I really do need to read the first section of the newspaper first, that I do love to sneak a smoke, that I hate that you can't smoke in bars in Pennsylvania, that I am personally offended when someone hurts someone I love, that I wish bad things on anyone who breaks my sisters hearts, that I never make mashed potatoes from real potatoes, that I really do want my underwear and bra to match everyday, that I don't think I ever let myself really GO, that I worry if I really ever do let myself GO who knows what will happen, that I wish I were less self-conscious, that I think Carmen is too judgmental, too intense and a workaholic even though he doesn't want to be, that I really do like barstools, that my kitchen cupboards are pretty messy, that I am astonishingly good at mentally writing people off if make me feel bad about myself, that I think there really are not evil people--just damaged people, that I am afraid of gambling casinos, that I like denial and that I only read women bloggers.....

Whew....now I can really enjoy my weekend! Now that I know I'm not the only one....


Speaking of enjoying.....be sure to stop over to drop off a very Happy Birthday to my fun and feisty much younger Lapband Sister.....Jody! Oh, and would you please remind her to spoil herself today!!

Note to Lucy: Can't wait to hear what you've got to tell me, dear! You can email me from my profile (not sure why it dropped off there but I put it back on!). I'll be waiting! Hurry! Hurry!