I wish I was...

A little bit taller. I wish I was a baller.
I wish I had a girl who looked good.
I would call her.
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and a '64 Impala.

I kid, I kid. 

Do y'all know that song, or do you officially think I'm crazy?




But seriously...


I wish I was a "type-A" personality. 

I've always wanted to be  type-A, but when it comes down to it, it's just not me. 

The intent is there. Plans to organize, clean {and keep clean}, decorate every single corner of our house. You know, the typical plans to make plans


My follow-through is just lacking big time. So I guess that makes me a type-B+?


Oy vey... 


Do you remember how your mom somehow kept the house clean, made your lunches, mowed the lawn, had dinner on the table and still managed to work an 8 hour day? Well lately, I've been wondering how the hell did she did that!


I'm determined to find the super-mom in me. I know she's hiding in there somewhere. Hopefully, this new house will motivate me to be a little more "type-A." One can hope, right?


And because who doesn't want a little cuteness on a Friday...




*UPDATE: I'm linking up my post today with the lovely Ashley over at Life with Busy Bea. While perusing posts today I saw she was starting a confession link-up and I mean who can resist, right? Besides, this post is somewhat of a confession anyway.*
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