Joining in on BYOC

Confession time. I feel like the creepy girl in the corner at the party who wants to fit in, but never really will. I feel like I am *stealing* this post and I have no right to do it. But, I am going to do it anyway. It's time to let my crazy out and not let it have so much control in my life.

So I am answering Drazil's BYOC post today. 

1. What piece of clothing can you absolutely not live without?

• I'm with Drazil, hands down I will pick PJs. I have even told my kids when I die I wanna be buried in my pj bottoms. They can do what they want, but I am going down with my teddy bear pjs. They are threadbare, so I don't wear them anymore. I save them for my funeral attire. No makeup, ponytail and pj bottoms. And NO SHOES. I'm from Texas, that's how I roll.

2. If you could go back in time for just 24 hours, where would you go and why?

• I would go back to the day after a fight that I told my dad the next time I saw him would be to spit on his grave and I hoped to see him soon. I did see him soon, 8 months later. He threw me out of his hospital room telling me to live my life and he would live his. He died shortly after that. Those were his last words to me.

3. If you could change one feature of your looks, what would it be and why?

• I would change my smile. I had to get dentures at a young age and it totally alters your face. I have my mom's mouth and when I see pictures I see her, not me. I can't even begin to tell you how much that bothers me. For personal reasons, I just don't wanna be my mother.
4. What things do you enjoy or only do when you’re alone? (All you perverts out there….try to resist the obvious answer here)

• I leave my bedroom door open. This may not sound like much, but we have 7 people living in our house, privacy is NON-EXISTENT.
• I go on the living room and watch TV or read a book while sitting on the couch.
• I just sit quietly doing nothing and enjoying the silence.

5. Repeat question: Summarize your life in real life and in blogland this week.

• In blogland, I follow a bunch of people. I watch how they struggle and succeed. I compare myself to them. I feel bad for them and I rejoice for them. Even when I wasn't posting, wasn't commenting, I was reading. I hide when I am not doing well. I hate complaining, I hate letting people know I need help or I am struggling. I am making myself be more open. I would rather just hide away and never see anyone or have them see me.