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Dreams

There are a few things weighing heavily on my mind.  Things I need to do, things I want to do, plans for the future (family, school, career).  And then there are those wonderful dreams that make me smile, those fantasies that I am desperately hoping to make into realities.

So, you're dying to know now, aren't you?  What is it that this domestic goddess yearns for?What does this blogger mama daydream about?  

Here they are.... My two newest fascinations, can't seem to get them out of my head...

1.  I am in love with this and I'm dying to have one.

2.  Oh, and if only life wasn't so crazy and I didn't have to be an adult with responsibilities...  If that were the case, I'd be doing this right now!  I'm doing it next year for sure!

Do you have any fantasies that you feel a little sheepish about?  I'm dying to know!  Please share.

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michelle said…
This isn't a huge dream really. But lately I've been wanting to go to a college football game with Kody, no kids. I guess to make me feel young again!
November 5, 2008 at 12:39 PM
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