i have a huge favor to ask everyone. i know it's a long shot, but i think we can all do it. how about tomorrow, nobody blogs at all. that way, we can all spend timing catching up on everyone's blogs! i know that i can't be the only one who is feeling somewhat overwhelmed and behind. just kidding i know that this will never happen.
sure, i could have spent tonight catching up. but i chose to hang out with my daddy instead. i made him oatmeal craisin cookies. hold the oats. no, that was not intentional. but my dad was so kind to help me scrape the partially cooked oatless cookies off of the pan and back into the bowl so we could add the oats. i am not proud of this moment, but i do think that we bonded over it. and we had a good laugh. so maybe i take that back. i am proud :)
the other night, i confessed something personal to sean. i admitted to him that i used to be in love with the dixie chicks, and like to belt out their songs when i am alone. the best part about this? sean had the same confession. BOOYAH! we spent the whole drive up to the Jazz game screaming out "sometimes, i scream out your name. what right does she have to take your heart away, when for so long you were mine..."
then we would replay the song to see if we could do it better. it was a moment i will never forget.
now that i have that off my chest? i feel a lot better. does anyone else have any bands that they pretend they don't listen to, but actually do? why do we hide these things? what are we afraid of?
N'SYNC was the first concert that i ever went to. there i said it. sure, i went to Incubus right after and felt like my virgin eyes, ears, and lungs had been tainted, but to each his own.
why do we hide these things? what are we afraid of? it's not our place to judge. i decided i don't care anymore. here are a list of my secret not so secret anymore confessions:
-i used to be obsessed with reading obituaries. like unhealthily. like as in if i missed a day, i was truly upset, and would have to go back and find what i missed. i felt like i owed the dead something for some reason.
-i don't love chores. there i said it. you all know that, but i feel like i need to say it again. i don't always love being productive. being all motivated and stuff isn't totally my thing. does it suck for me? most certainly not. maybe for sean but that is his problem. not mine.
- i like watching fullhouse. i feel guilty about watching something else when i know that it is on TV.
- i once was with some friends at albertson's back in the day. they had this candy section where if you pay a dime you can take a candy. my friends used to put pennies in and take them. they tried to get me to do it too. i felt so guilty, that the next day i walked back and put like 100 dimes in.
- i was once in a dressing room at American Eagle, and a lady and her baby were in the room next to me. his finger got slammed in the door. his mom was screaming. she couldn't even hold him. his pinky was hanging by one piece of skin. i held him and told her to calm down until the paramedics came. she was about to pass out. i totally felt calm, cool, and collected. however, i know if it were my baby i probably would have passed out too.
-i hate cucumbers, pickles,olives, and onions. basically anything that is healthy for me. i blame this on my sister. she HATES candy and sweets with a passion. it's her fault that i have had 10 cavities at one time and an addiction to sugar. she gave me all the sweet teeth.
-my little sister passed away when i was 2. when people ask me my first memory, i think that is it. but only because i have heard the story about it, and think i remember it. i really don't think i do at all. but it is the only "memory" i have of her. so i will pretend it is my first if i must.
-i hate waking up early. hate it. i will never act excited about it. if i am? i deserve an award because i must be a great actress.
-in kindergarten i won a coloring contest at the local Maverick. i was ecstatic. the prize was a plate full of like 10 huge cookies. also, it was on a friday, and my dad always let us pick a treat that day. i picked a pink sugar cookie. why didn't i get something besides a cookie? who knows. anyway, i took the plate home and put it in my room because it was all mine and i was so proud. well my dog daphne broke into my room, knocked all the cookies off my dresser and ate them. WORST DAY OF MY LIFE. i tried to eat what was left. i never told anyone that.
-i wear contacts and i hate them. they aren't strong enough for my eyes anymore, but since i am not on my parents insurance, i am trying to make them last. sean can read things that i can't even with my contacts on. i am secretly jealous and annoyed.
-i went skydiving in australia. it changed my life. serioulsy, it did. i conquered a fear and it was priceless.
-i like Zac Efron. yep. i do. and you can't sue me because he is not underage anymore, and sean likes him too. actual quote from sean, "he is one good lookin' dude."
-i had my first job at 15. it was at a telemarketing survey place within walking distance of my house. i worked there 2 and a half days. i went home for lunch one day and never came back. they mailed me my check. it was $45 and i was so excited. i don't mention that on job applications and resumes though. i wouldn't want anyone to think i was a flake or something?
-i eat a generic brand eggo waffle every morning. if i don't have that, i fill a plastic container full of cap'n crunch. it is one or the other. i am not open to change when it comes to this.
-25 cent refill tuesday at the gas station is my favorite thing about the week.
-i have been off of anti-anxiety medication for a month now. i can't believe how much i wasn't feeling before. i have been incredibly emotional, and cried a lot. it's been good though. i had no idea how numb i had been.
-i HATED 5th grade. with a passion. my group of friends was full of drama. we thought it was a good idea to make lists with everyone of our friends name on it. we would pass it around and everyone would write down one thing that we liked about that person, and one thing we didn't like. i guess it seemed like a good idea at the time. someone put on mine, "way fun!" then for the bad thing. "party pooper."
WTF? oh and we made a pact that we wouldn't cry about it. but i totally did.
-i also got beat up by a 6th grader at the bike racks after school for saying "serve decent" during 4 square. he thought it was worth teasing me for. i never told anyone this. but i punched him in the stomach first. then he unleashed on me. he got suspended for a week.
-also, i was told several times by people that i had a mustache. gosh, i have dark hair, and we are all mammals. i used that mammal card all the time. it really hurt my feelings. obviously i took care of the situation, and still do. but it always stuck with me. i never understood why people felt the need to point out others flaws.
in 11th grade a guy i was dating asked me if i would change something about myself if he had asked. this was all over text messaging. i thought he was going to say something like, " lose 10 lbs, or cut my hair."
he said "well you have a mustache."
"Oh my gosh are you serious? how could i not know this? thank you so much for telling me! you are so sweet!"
hey, is it embarrassing talking about and admitting? you bet. but it is part of my life and it is the truth. i have dark hair. some people are incredibly blessed to not have that issue. i told that kid "screw you. i never want to be with someone that asks me to change something that i am very aware of and have tried to deal with my whole life."
he called me some harsh words and i said "we are done."
the next day was my first day at my new school. (because i had transferred) he had told everyone why i broke up with him. when i went to school, people looked at my upper lip all day. yeah, i had waxed it and taken care of it. but still it was one of the most embarrassing days of my life. i guess i just feel the need to mention it because it would have been nice to know at that age that i was not the only one who dealt with dark facial hair and bushy eyebrows. oh well, life goes on, and i married a great guy who leaves me alone during my "maintenance time" and loves me anyway.
-my first kiss ever? i was tied up in my friends garage with the guy i was "going with". once again, this was in 5th grade. we lied and pretended that we kissed just so they would let us out. when we got out, i was so upset, that i went and sat down and pouted on the lawn. all of my girlfriends came up behind me, one by one, putting their hands over my mouth, and kissing their hand. little did i know my boyfriend was in that line. he kissed me and i threw a pig keychain at him and ran home. yeah that was my first kiss.
anyway, enough about me. it felt good to get that all off my first chest. anyone else have any confessions?