I Don't Want To Be 'the Girl

I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is Gross: I Once Found A Shoulder Pad, String Cheese, And A Christmas Ornament In It!

I Don't Cook, But I Would Love To Learn.

I'm An Optimist, So I Think Everything Can Be Worked Out And Fixed. But From Having Cancer I Learned That Even If You're Even An Optimist, Sometimes You Just Have To Face The Facts That Certain Things Are Broken.

I Wake Up At 4:15 A.m., Get Some Coffee, Turn On The News, See What's Happening, Go Clickety-clack On The Web To See What I Missed Overnight. Then I Go To The Gym, Around 5:15, And I Do What Appears To Be A Very Light Workout, But Who Cares. I'm Socializing With Other Nice People At The Gym. Then I Go Into Work, And I'm Really Awake.

I Can't Remember A Time When My Mom Didn't Work. She Has Forever Been On The Move: A Go-getter. When My Brother Adel And I Had A Paper Route As Kids, My Mom Would Get Up Before Us At The Crack Of Dawn To Drop Off The Washington Post At Different Corners.