Not!

I'm NOT patient. Especially when it comes to waiting for answers, or food. Or when I'm putting my 8 year-old to bed.

I'm NOT young. I used to be, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

I'm NOT internet savvy.  I blog and comment on blogs. Get more technological and I'm lost. (Like my 'like' button for facebook. I had the wrong kind on here for a long time. I don't know what people were 'liking'. Maybe that day's post, or just facebook in general. It took me weeks to figure out how to get that facepile on there. If you want to make my day, you could move your little mouse over and click on it. Wouldn't you like to have your face on that pile?)

I'm NOT political. I vote, but I really hate presidential election years. Not because I don't like the democratic process. I just hate all the mud-slinging and the constant ads. I'll be much happier on November 7th.

I'm NOT handy.  I can't fix drains or cars or appliances. I can fix jewelry, broken nails and broken hearts. Okay, not hearts, but wouldn't it be cool if I could?

I'm NOT a singer. Oh, I sing. In the car- loudly. In my room- alone. At church- very quietly.  I'm a great singer- in my mind.

I'm NOT always full of good ideas. It took me hours of thinking and a long time staring at a blank page tonight and then I came up with this. Yeah. A genius I'm NOT.

Comments

  1. MarianneApril 17, 2012 at 6:49 AM

    I am not disappointed. Love this blog.

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  2. JudyApril 17, 2012 at 8:31 AM

    But you ARE awesome. And so is your blog.

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  3. Julie DeMilleApril 17, 2012 at 11:04 AM

    Aw, thanks.

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  4. Larissa T.April 17, 2012 at 11:04 AM

    You're an awesome writer. (:

    Oh, and look, I'm in that face pile now.

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  5. Julie DeMilleApril 17, 2012 at 12:15 PM

    Yay! Thanks for piling on!

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  6. Elizabeth MuellerApril 17, 2012 at 12:37 PM

    Wow, this post is full of nots. ;)


    Elizabeth
    A to Z co-host

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  7. Masked MomApril 18, 2012 at 7:28 AM

    A whole post from the word "not." I'd say that's pretty genius. :)

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  8. Sleepy JoeApril 22, 2012 at 3:17 PM

    Apparently you are a genius! There is no way after staring at a blank screen I could have come up with a great and witty post out of the word NOT. Loved it.

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