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If you’re new around here, confessions is a time for us to all unburden ourselves of the silliness we’re feeling at the moment. I share dumb things, then you share dumb things, and we all have a better day because of it.

Let’s get started! 

A woman with a finger up to her mouth saying "shhhhh"

Confession 1

One afternoon we were driving to my sister-in-law’s and drove past this little farm that has four cows. Two of the cows were younger (teen calves? Cownangers?) and were FIGHTING. Like hooves a’flying. I’ve never seen a cow fight before and honestly, other than bulls hitting each other with their horns, I didn’t know they even could fight.

The boys were with me and were just as enamored by the whole thing as I was. Now, whenever we drive by that farm, we chant “fight, fight, fight” like we’re on a 1960s playground.

Confession 2

I don’t give a crap about the Friends or Sex in the City reunions. Not one little care in the world.

Confession 3

There is a person on our neighborhood community page who is constantly railing on other members of the neighborhood to buy American. If someone complains about car noise or the price of anything, he gets on there and mansplains how if that person had just bought a product made in the US, their issue would be solved.

I cannot stand social media and have no desire to use it to start drama. But every single time I see his stupid name on a post, I want to ask him which American-made cell phone or laptop he is using to educate us on not buying foreign products…

Confession 4

At least once a day Bennett asks me “are you thinking what I’m thinking”. The answer is no. No child, I am definitely, 100% not thinking what you are thinking.

He could be standing in front of the open pantry with a snack in his hand, but what he’s thinking about is creating a fort out of boogers up on the roof for his stuffed kitties.

My brain does not remotely align with what this little destructo-bot squirrel has going through his mind.

Confession 5

I was driving down one of the main roads through town last week on my way to get Bennett from preschool. And without warning, my head felt like it doubled in size, my nose closed up and I started sneezing my face off.

Within one-fourth of a mile, I turned a corner and found there was a county rotary mower cutting the grass on a hillside. My sensitivity to grass being cut is so fine-tuned that I could smell it more than a quarter of a mile away.

I told Troy that I wish my “powers” could be used for good. Could being able to smell freshly cut grass solve crimes? Could I potentially be the lamest superhero in the Marvel Cinematic Universe? Histamine Girl?


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10 comments on “Confessions”

  1. My allergies make me a mold detector. Useful for my life, but not a power I especially enjoy. Within minutes of exposure to mold my allergic reactions go in overdrive!

  2. I can’t believe I missed seeing the Confession post! I just found out my nose gets extraordinarily itchy when I’m around hydrangeas. Other than that I guess I get mild seasonal allergies. Sinuses have been nuts lately because we keep getting “cold” fronts which makes a lot of rain and causes a lot of headaches.

  3. 1. Have you ever seen giraffes fight? Something about it freaks out my teen son. So, of course, I text him that gif randomly.

    2. Friends was my post college and too broke to go out entertainment. Thursday evening was Friends and ER.

    3. Mansplaining is bad. But I think I may be guilty of Momsplaining  to my young adult kids.

    4. I really, really miss having a preschool boy. The way their minds work is a source of constant entertainment. I ended up getting a small notebook so I could jot things down (no blogs yet). Now I enjoy sharing random tidbits from his more “creative” days.

    5. So many people in our extended family and neighborhood suffer from allergies that I have found myself kind of, sort of, in a noncommittal way agreeing that my allergies are bad this year too. I do NOT have allergies, I’m just bad at offering empathy without sounding like jerk. 

    • I have not but now I absolutely want to!

      I LOVED Friends and watched every episode, know all the insider jokes, etc. But something about the reunion doesn’t interest me at all.

      Giggling at your allergies confession. We’re actually skipping church today because my allergies are so bad. Even fully vaccinated and wearing a mask, no one needs me sneezing my face off in a pew around them.

  4. 1. I deleted my instagram. Almost as good as deleting my facebook 10 years ago. 
    2. The covid isolation was just fine for me, socialising again is HARD. 

  5. Ummmm soooo I actually cried during the Friends reunion show 😂. I guess it just reminded me of my younger fun days and my friends during that time? 

    I have had a secret gym membership for a few weeks now and go at least five times a week for mini workouts and I freaking love it. Don’t feel a bit guilty about spending the $ on it either and my husband can s### it if he finds out. If I have to hear about wasting money and how it will only make me “bigger” well I’m not sure what I’ll do 🤬😂

    I was buying wine and the elderly check out lady said I’m sorry but you have to be 21 to buy wine. (Turning 50 in November) she scrutinized my ID then apologized 😁 but it may have made my day yesterday. 

    And lastly I bought myself a smart watch on sale and thought I could add a protection plan within 30 days. Four days later I dropped it and shattered it. So I secretly bought myself an even bigger and better one (they did price match a sale price for me at least) and won’t tell a sole!!!! 

    • What’s funny is that I LOVED the show when it was out. Loved it and saw every episode, can quote it, and tell inside jokes about it. Just don’t care about the reunion.

      Go on with your bad self and enjoy that gym!!

  6. 1.  I went to college ages ago for 2 years – had no clue what I wanted to do with my life and couldn’t make a decision on what to major in so I left college. (It’s all good – great career as a pharmacy tech) BUT I learned how to use a credit card to break into locked doors. Literally became popular on campus because I could almost open any single locked door w a card.  Today that talent once again proved beyond helpful. Hubby locked me out of house by accident and we all had to pee so bad. I opened the door in under a minute 😂

    2. I hate leftover spaghetti dishes. Where does all the extra sauce go overnight? They go in the fridge covered in sauce and come out looking like dried bones. 

    3.  Why do new products need to have plastic wrap or bags or seals or covers or films to prove to us they are new. Why – just stop with the plastic everything extra already. Please stop. If it’s sealed on the box then nothing needs 47 layers of plastic inside said new box. 

    4. Why can’t someone invent a nasal tampon for allergy sufferers who have a leaky nose. A little clear line between the 2 nostrils to tug on to pull out the snot soaked nasalpon and replace. Maybe w lavendar for bedtime , eucalyptus or menthol for daytime. Someone needs to get on nasalpons ASAP. 

    5. I have reached the stage of life where I no longer care about new technology. I could look at a Best Buy ad and probably not know or care to know what 80% of the items are.  And truthfully I don’t care that this doesn’t bother me. 

    • You’re like a true-crime podcast waiting to happen with your lock-breaking skills. Ha!

      OMG, I tell Troy about the nose tampon every single spring! I want them so badly. And not just in spring. In fact, I’m sneezing so much right now from allergies (March-Nov is my normal season) that we’re skipping church. Even vaccinated with a mask, no one needs me sneezing my face off in a pew.