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I was not rooting for University of Montana to win the RAH! Cheer Bowl (GO GRIZ!) because I wouldn’t watch a thing like a cheerleading bowl on MTV. So I wouldn’t know that they won second place. GO GRIZ! (again)

I have not taken to watching Joel Osteen on Sunday mornings because I’m starting to feel bad about not going to Church. Since I am not watching it I have not found it to be helpful, and this doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about watching George on Sundays either.

I am not becoming increasingly annoyed with Britney Spears.

If I never have to ask a question about Caroline Kennedy or George W. Bush again I will feel so unfulfilled.

I am not surprised by how polarizing Hilary Clinton seems to be. This hasn’t made me think about how I feel about the future Secretary of State.

I did not break down on Friday after a very long debate with myself and join Twitter.

I am not surprised that I’ve had even more comments than usual in the last week. I was not surprised that I got the most comments on my Thursday Thirteen. Who would’ve thought so many people would have experience in Early Childhood Education.

I do not thank Stephanie for alerting me to Delurker Week through her blog.

I am not daunted by the fact that I’ll be 25 years old in less than a month.

I am not surprised that I’ve done my exercise and stretching every day, twice a day, for a week. Therefore I’m not surprised that my PT could actually notice.

I did not forget that my Saturday shift is now 10-2. So I did not get excited at 12:50 thinking it was almost time to go home.

I am not confused by the messages my grandmother has been leaving on the answering machine. I’m not starting to think she might be loosing it.

I have not started to hate the sound of my own voice, that was months ago. I do not still hate the sound of my own voice.

I might not be fighting off another sinus infection.

I did not refer to Dr. Ian Smith as “the other black guy from Celebrity Fit Club.” Who would do that, because it isn’t very nice.

I did not start to cry when I found a JVC:NW orientation song on YouTube. Mike would be so proud of whoever it is that made the video.

I have not started to make an ultimate playlist to help me through my next never ending waiting period. I am not open to suggestions since I am not making an ultimate playlist

My mother did not just notice the burn scar on my finger from my cookie making venture. She noticed it when it was a burn mark like any good mother would do.

I did not find it the least bit funny when I heard that the therapy pool was contaminated resulting in its temporary closure. I did not find it even funnier when I thought about how someone (or people) would go about decontaminating the pool. I did not think about who might be the “short straw” and be the one to decontaminate the deep end.

I did not try to make Mike (different Mike) laugh when I saw him on Tuesday. It isn’t a hobby of mine to make him laugh because he always looks preoccupied.

I did not have a very hard day on Saturday for no apparent reason. I was not holding back tears for most of the day.

I am not sick of the snow because I’m sick of the snowplow banging its way down the street. It’s not like I have enough trouble sleeping or anything so of course it wouldn’t bother me.

I am not incredibly happy to be rid of the Christmas tree because I wasn’t starting to wonder if I was allergic to it.

I did not watch a “What Not To Wear” marathon & eat a whole bag of Sun Chips

I did not break out in a weird ankle rash after shaving for the first time in months.

I did not find Sarah’s post on bras amazingly helpful. I’m not wishing she would go shopping with me either.

I am not wondering (again) if I’ll ever be able to wear the brand new jeans sitting in my closet.

I was not very happily surprised when 2 of my supervisors let me sit in the back room during my break & read Blink. I wasn’t surprised when they let me take more than 10 minutes because they were busy watching college basketball scores. I’m not somewhat concerned that they care less about their jobs than I do about mine.

I do not think The Year of Living Biblically is one of the funniest and enlightening books I’ve ever read. If I did I’d have an odd sense of humor.

The last book I finished was not about a woman’s first year of motherhood by one of my favorite authors.

The book I’m reading now isn’t a memoir of a former stripper by another favorite author.

I did not just admit that I read a book about motherhood followed by a book about being a stripper. That would be odd even for me.

I did not think of The Bolte Family when I saw a commercial for March For Babies. (In all seriousness you should consider making a donation to Team Isaac & Asher)