Not Me! Monday

Here it is... Not Me! Monday. A blog "carnival" started by McMamma at MyCharmingKids.net This is like free therapy - a chance to deny everything you did this week. Then hop over to her blog and see lists of what other bloggers didn't do this week... It's addicting... like Facebook... Which gets me thinking...

I am not totally addicted to Facebook! I do not check it all the time and find out what people are up to. I am not frustrated that an application I added to my page isn't working right. I do not want the whole world to know what my running routes are. I do not want to the world to know how excited I am about running.

Speaking of running, I did not call my running partner before I hit the "submit" button to sign up for my first marathon. I did not need that extra boost of confidence. I did not sign up for a marathon in Tennessee - who would want to run 26 miles on purpose in one day? Not me. Speaking of running, I did not only get three miles done this morning. I was not feeling yucky!

I am not excited that I listed a pair of Mephisto clogs on Ebay and not even 12 hours later I have a bid! I am not listing 20 things this week - half of which are not for a friend. I did not ignore the world yesterday to do all that stuff.

I am not at work stressing about all I have to do today. I am not freaked out by the list of meetings to attend. I do not hate meetings. I do not have trouble sitting still while people argue about stupid things. I am not updating my blog when I should be working on FCAT data and a flipchart on strong vs. weak arguements. I am not so hungry that I've already eaten breakfast - and lunch. And it is only 7:08 am...

I do not feel that my "nots" aren't too exciting this week. I'm afraid I've been a good girl. But I do not have any pictures to go with this blog. All I can not give you is this picture of me not stuffing my face with Chili... By the way, I am not wearing the dress that some guy at Lowes (you know, the hardware store) told me I looked like a hundred bucks in. I was not later disappointed that all that running and I only look like a hundred bucks. I was not relieved when my husband told me at least I don't look like a dime. But not back to the picture - I do not look kinda guilty - or at least freakish...