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I promise to you, oh faithful internet, that I will NOT be posting these things all the time. I just happened to see this one on another site and liked it (it was a father of triplets' website and of course, I closed the window just as I was thinking that I should probably link to his page-dammit) As per the norm, I will be adding snarky and sassy comments. Thank you.



7 Things I Plan to do Before I Die:
1. Go back to Germany for a visit
2. Celebrate my 50th wedding anniversary (it better be with Kirk cause I can't start over and then last THAT long with another human, ain't happening)
3. Quit smoking
4. Go to Hawaii ( I used to live on Hawaii Avenue in Great Lakes, IL Doesn't quite count does it?)
5. Own my own house (debt free of course)
6. See Neil Diamond in concert (Yummm mmm mmmy)
7. Raise my kids up right (not upright as in postion though that's not a bad idea)

7 Things I Can Do
1. Count to 10 in English (duh), German and Spanish. Only to 3 in French cause I don't par lay voo Frahnsay all that well
2.Make my kids laugh the best gutteral laugh ever
3. Engage in conversation with pretty much anyone that speaks English
4.Figure out change without looking at the register screen (I do look but only cause I'm lazy and I usually want that particular person to GET THE HELL OUT OF MY STORE! Thanks, have a good evening)
5. Translate my almost 3 years old's babbling, err, talking
6. Oraganize the shit out of everyone else's house/car/office but not my own (2 weeks until we move and 6 boxes are packed out of probably 100)
7. Change a diaper, keep the remote out of one kid's mouth, keep the pen out other kid's mouth and STILL know what's happening on Lost. thank you thank you very much

7 Things I Cannot Do
1) Speak German (unless I'm drinking)
2) Tolerate mean, crab ass, full of shit customers (That's the censored version of the original)
3) Live without my husband or children
4) Stop eating entire pizzas in one sitting (for the record, it's one frozen pizza - cooked - in one sitting. Everynight. For the past week. Just me eating. The whole thing.)
5) Sleep in the same room as my husband (unless he has his scuba diving looking mask on for the snoring)
6) Imagine living with my in laws for 6 months (but it's gonna happen people, 2 weeks and counting. I'm sure I'll be fine. Really.)
7) Stay the hell out of my store on my days off (I also go in there during the day with the kids sometimes when I have to work that night. I'm telling you people, I need a life outside my house.)

7 Things That Attract me to the Opposite Sex:
1) Sense of humor
2) Eyes
3) Legs
4) Smile
5) Honesty (5th place huh? I think these are in no particular order - I'm just picturing my husband and running with it while trying to keep it clean. Moving along.)
6) How they treat their mother, sister, gramma, pretty much any female relative
7)Lips (Definately not in order of importance. Kirk's lips are right up there man)

7 things that I say most often:
1) Absolutley
2) What the HELL is wrong with you?
3) Oh. My. God.
4) Are you going to turn or WHAT?
5) Craptastic
6) I lied, nevermind
7) Deep breaths Sarah (my friend at work always gets the shaft, people call out when she's closing, she's always short some people. Deep breaths my friend, deep breaths)

7 celebrity crushes:
1) Viggo Mortenson (be right back, I drooled)
2) Lucas from Empire Records ( I know, I should know his name but it's late and I can't think anymore than ABSOLUTELY necessary. Besides, he knows who he is)
3) Donovan McNabb
4) Dale Earnhardt, Jr.
5) Sandra Bullock (if I played for the other team)
6) Ben Affleck (yeah, he's a putz but he's hot)
7) Good Lord, I can't think of a 7th one and frankly, I'll look at this list tomorrow and say What the HELL is wrong with you? Ben Affleck??? He probably will still be on there. Such is my warped mind folks.

5 people I want to do this: Georgia, Stephanie, Amanda B., Lindsay and whoever wants to be lucky caller number 5 right NOW! You don't win anything but I'll read what ya wrote. I ain't got no grammar learning going on here. Ok sleep is calling, must go. 'Nite Internet, 'nite.

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