Confess away, my friends.

• I don’t like either Colin Firth or Bradley Cooper. The former is just meh and I am bored by period piece movies (for the most part) and the latter makes me want to punch him in his ugly face. I don’t have a rational explanation for this, however.
• I was cleaning up dog bombs in the yard and came across some little gifts from my neighbour’s feral cats. I carefully collected said presents and promptly delivered them to the neighbour’s yard. Aaaand you’re welcome.
• I get really irritated when I think of something I want to complain about on, say, Twitter, but then remember that a friend who follows me would probably be offended. And it’s not the fact that I would offend her but rather, that I am censoring myself like that that gets me.
• When people tell me really personal things, I rarely feel embarrassed but I wonder if I am ever blushing.
• People tend to do this often. I am not sure if I am a good listener or if I just make them feel comfortable or what.
• I don’t wear make-up except if we’re getting dressed up for an outing. On a daily basis, I don’t want to mess with it. But while looking in the mirror to pluck last night, I came to the realization that I might just have to start; my skin doesn’t look “old” but I noticed some imperfections that I don’t exactly like.
• I created a Janet Jackson Pandora station and when it started playing NKOTB songs… I thumbs upped them.
• I tend to get really interested in things from my youth. For example, my dad went to the town where I grew up last week and a mall where my mother worked is still there but shut down, as it has been for a long time. He wondered if it was all the same inside and I found a Facebook group all about it and it is, it’s just closed up… a time capsule for the 80s. I am obsessed with finding out more about it now and people who might remember it.
• I sometimes have dreams about places like that, from my childhood. I dream about being trapped in malls we used to visit or in water parks and I am the only one there. I think places have a big impact on how I view myself and my surroundings now.
• As a child, however, I was irrationally afraid of old houses, even if we were just driving down a street full of them.

That’s what I got for ya this week. What do you have to confess?

Ok guys, time to spend some couch time with the folks above and let it all loose.

I confess…I did something really stupid and clumsy yesterday. I was loading my *finally* fixed vacuum into the back of my car and an attachment fell off. My reflexes told my arm to reach out to catch it but in the meantime, the foot or so of the hose extension that is hard plastic came out of its docking area and bashed me in my nose…hard. So hard I saw stars and couldn’t see clearly for a second. I composed myself, looked around to see if anyone was watching, then got in my car and cried. Then I went home, only to realize my nose was bleeding. And it didn’t stop being bloody for about an hour. I have never had a nose bleed so I had no idea what to do. It was an awful lunch break!

I confess… I let Elliot wear the shirt portion of his Spider Man Underoos to school today because I don’t need THAT argument first thing in the morning.

I confess… It’s going to be really had to sit in my office and work this afternoon when it’ll be 79 and sunny outside and college kids will be in various states of undress, throwing Frisbees, soaking their toes in the nearby fountain, etc. I am dreading this afternoon.

I confess… I’m still doing it: reciting that prayer every time I type a new confession. And in that, I feel a little guilty about having not gone to church in a really long time, if you don’t count Christmas.

I confess…I have been a real crankypants all week long.

I confess…I totally cried in my car when I heard about the man poisoning the 130 year old oak trees on Auburn’s campus. Not only for those poor trees but because, humanity, really?? You wonder why I hate people sometimes….

I confess… I don’t really want to go to this baby shower tomorrow that I am committed to. Mostly because the girl is the kind of person who has a ton of rich family members so she already got everything she could possibly need. My gift won’t count for much.

I confess… I am kind of worried about the full moon. Evey night this week it has seemed full but it’s official today. I am always in a strange state when it’s full. Also, I wouldn’t shop today. Retail customers always act like assholes on full moons.

I confess… Though I am relatively broke, I am heading over to Etsy to buy something. I feel like I need to treat myself

Alrighty, y’all. Have a great weekend. See you on the flip side.