Quirks

I am not not 'awesome'.

I am not a great housekeeper.

I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

I am not Mother of the Year.

I am not currently able to thread a sewing machine, let alone sew.

I am not crafty, and have to reply on kits, youtube, & crafty friends to do anything.

I am not patient.

I am not physically fit.

I am not tall.

I am not tech-savvy.

I am fat.

I am a bit of a Princess.

I am a fallen Southern Belle, who wishes I was a better one.. (not so fallen).

I am a good Southern cook, and I love feeding people.

I am blessed with a heavy Southern accent.
I am addicted to sweet iced tea.

I am careful of others' feelings.

I am tactful, and believe in good manners.

I am disgusted by profanity, and loud, ill-mannered people.

I am a great believer in modesty.

I am a tad obsessive.

I have phobias about shopping malls, bridges, and elevators.

I have a deep rooted fear about "losing control" in public.

I am sometimes short tempered and impatient.

I am clumsy, and have zero balance.

I am easily amused, too talkative, too friendly, and too easily hurt/wounded.

I am a Daddy's Girl.

I am devoted to my husband...

And..
I love my family completely.

I am guilty of taking things personally, taking them to heart, and unable to forget them.

I am the owner of a perpetually ill/painful stomach.

I am often suffering from depression or anxiety.

I am guilty of not wanting to talk to anyone or even step foot out-of-doors when I'm depressed.

I am often socially awkward.

I am a book nerd, a U2topian, and a Whovian.

I am the object of ridicule to a lot of people because most things I do are outside "the norm".

I am impressed by good writing, and admire the vision of artists in their work.

I am a collector of whimsical artsy things that catch my eye.

I am fond of plants, though I am terrible at growing them.

I like collecting pretty rocks and shells.

I love candles, potpourri, scented oils and incense, and always have some burning.

I am often sad, feel misunderstood, and wonder why I am even here.

I am very devout in my love for God, even though I know I totally suck and am never going to measure up.

I am far more forgiving of others than I am of myself.

I am in need of a good therapist.  Again.  

I am never going to stop messing things up, even though I don't mean to.

I am never going to be Super Mom. 

I am fiercely protective of my children.

I am loyal, empathetic, trusting, ....and fearful.

I am never going to get things right.  

I am my own worst critic.

I dream of living anonymously, miles away from anyone else.

I dream of having my own secret garden to get lost in.

I dream of having more babies, and having a huge family.  (impossible, but still)

I dream of being self-sufficient.

I dream of being strong, un-afraid, and capable.

I dream of the grandchildren that hopefully the Lord will bless me with one day.