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!
Dear people (mostly women, especially famous women) who post photos of their engagement rings immediately after the engagement…I need you to know that we all knew that YOU knew you were getting engaged that day. This was not a surprise.
Your manicure is much too fresh and your hands are way too moisturized for this to be a shock.
In the last year or so, I have come to realize that I cannot stand raw spinach, especially in salads. I used to eat it daily, but now even the thought of it makes me feel harfy.
I think it’s great in soups (especially this one!!!) and I will crush it in some spinach dip. But just the thought of biting into raw spinach leaves me woozy.
Bennett was doing a science experiment last month using a hair dryer. Troy got really nervous once Bennett was using it for longer than 5 minutes at a time. Troy was convinced that it was going to overheat.
That 1) made me laugh 2) made me realize that Troy has no concept as to how long it takes normal women to blow their hair dry. My hair is baby fine and if I started to dry it when it was sopping wet, it would probably still take less than 5 minutes.
I recently joined our local Buy Nothing group on Facebook and while I love the concept around it, the rules are exhausting. I’m not sure if this is how they are nationally or if our admins are on a power trip, but trying to remember all the etiquette is a full-time job.
You’re not allowed to use acronyms like “ISO” (in search of) or “TIA” (thanks in advance) because “the community is unlike others on the web where we use a more gentle approach”. I do not have time for this. GTFO
When I was pregnant with Bennett, I was at an ultrasound in the third trimester. I can’t remember which week it was, but it was an (external) routine scan.
The ultrasound tech was applying for certification for some specialization and needed a certain number of specific scans to show the board (teacher? Instructor?).
Before we got started she asked if I would mind if she removed my name and printed some for her portfolio. I said it was fine.
The next 20 minutes were the weirdest and most flattering of my life. Within 30 seconds of getting underway, she gasped and said I had the most “photogenic uterus” she had ever seen. She then proceeded to get EVERY scan she needed for her portfolio because my uterus was “so cooperative”.
Listen, I don’t mean to brag, but…that compliment felt great. I think in your third trimester, you’ll take any positive comments wherever you can get them.
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I NEED a fully stocked plant aisle labeled “Thrives on Neglect.” In Louisiana with little rain during the summer I’m trying, but recently my plants must have some kind of suicide pact going on. House plants are getting too much water.
When the hummingbirds are fighting over the feeder, I pick one and root for it like I’ve got money placed with a bookie.
Your buy nothing group has stupid rules. BNGHSR
Confessions are my favorite part of your site.
Ha! I think a peace lily might be the plant for you. It’s an indoor plant that will wilt when it needs to be watered and then bounces back as soon as you water it. It basically tells you when it needs help.
The hummingbird sports betting is hilarious!
My confession is that I’ve been convinced that you and I are twins from other mothers in different decades for sometime. The proofs: we share the same sense of humor, we are both allergic to hot weather, we both have fly-away, baby-fine hair, but your recent remarks about raw spinach was the the clincher, not to
mention my total addiction to naughty phrases like “GTFO you KNOW it ain’t my night to do the dishes and I will totally cut you with this mouli”.
Ha, there must be a sci-fi explanation here for why we were separated by so many years!!
At my first pregnancy ultrasound, my tech yelled to another tech, “Hey Debbie, you wanna stick your head in here a minute and take a look at this?” Yep. That really happened. And yes, the other tech did come in for a look at the screen. My friend suggested that maybe my tech thought she’s found Jimmy Hoffa.
I go out of my way to not ever have to dry my hair from sopping wet because no one has that kind of time or desire to spend under a blow dryer (although it can be a good arm workout). Troy would be bringing out the fire hoses!
Oh yeah, blow drying sopping wet hair is terrible for the person and for the hair. My sister has ultra-thick hair and it’s truly unfair that nature gave it all to her and kept nothing for me.
Congratulations on your uterus! Haha
It’s a major award!
Yeah, that’s just your Buy Nothing group. We do have rules where you keep the post up to leave a trail of gratitude and let the post sit for a bit so more people get a chance to see it. I’m cool with that. I miss having an active Freecycle group where I could literally offload anything (used wedge pillow? Sure! Box of half used cleaning products? Absolutely!)
Oh, I sure do miss Freecycle too!!
Speaking of GTFO, a photogenic uterus. That’s friggin hilarious. I am LOLing my face off right now.
Ha, so glad my ute and I could bring joy to others.
Wow, your Buy Nothing group sounds exhausting with its rules. My Buy Nothing group has general rules of be kind, truthful, don’t post something from your friend/parent/relative (in order to get cross postings) and it’s OK to do a lottery if there are lots of interest (just be clear about how you intend to give it away).
I had a mammogram yesterday. My nurse/radiographer(?) thanked me for being kind in response to her comment of being bossy. I said, “Please, tell me what to do (where to put my hand/lower my shoulder). I don’t mind.”
It’s to the point where I don’t want to post anything because the admins will correct you in the thread. I’m 40. It’s not necessary to scold me like a child.
Yes, let them do their job so that it’s fast, efficient, and CORRECT! While women know our bodies the best, the person whose job it is to manhandle boobies all day gets to lead the way.
#2: Same issue with spinach. I think it’s because of this: https://www.moderndaysmiles.com/blog/spinach-teeth-why-does-spinach-make-your-teeth-feel-weird/
#4: What in the world is wrong with acronyms? Most people know them, and if they don’t they can look them up. Definitely sounds like a power trip.
That was an interesting link; thanks for sharing!
Seriously! It’s 2022. People understand acronyms.
My doctor was extremely complimentary about how good I was at childbirth and how she wished ALL her patients could be like me. So really something I had very little control over and which has only/will only come in handy three times in my life. I may have preferred to get athleticism or fashion sense in the genetic lottery. But yes, I will take that Queen of Childbirth title.
Haha, it’s definitely one of those “thank you…?” kind of compliments. Queen of Childbirth is a very glamorous title.