If you’re new around here, confessions are 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 few years ago we got new neighbors. They told me their names and I tucked them into my mind.
They’re great neighbors and are grandparent aged. I have never seen adult children or grandkids at their house, and they generously seem to take out their grandparent energy on my kids.
At Easter, Halloween, and a few other times of the year they drop off these sweet little gift bags for the boys. It’s beyond kind.
About a year ago, I started freaking out that I had somehow made up their names in my brain and was super stressed that I would call them by the wrong names. They say “hi Sarah” every day while I’m out walking and I started responding with “heeeeeeey” during this time.
Enough was enough! I had to confirm their names and at this point, I could not ask them. I mean, they’ve lived here for like five years!
So…I went to our county assessor’s website, entered in their address, and got the tax parcel number for their house. I then was able to use that number to look up the purchase history for that property. All of this is public information. I’m not being shady in any way.
The good news is, that I had their names correct the whole time. The even better news is I can now confidently say good morning to them.
The boys and I took a road trip to Canada recently to see Katie. It’s a pretty long trip when you take into account crossing the border, waiting for the ferry to her parent’s house and the actual ferry crossing.
I assumed the boys would be on their electronics, so I planned to clean out my podcast queue. I’d say 99% of my podcasts are explicit and/or absolutely not appropriate for them to listen to, so I had to save up three weeks’ worth of “safe” podcasts so as to not scar my children.
I’m not sure what this says about me, but I don’t care to know.
If you sign up for my email list, you get an automated email once a week and then a Sunday newsletter on Sundays. It’s very low-key and meant to be informative.
One of the automated emails shares a recipe for chicken bone broth and I share three different ways to make it – Instant Pot, slow cooker, or on the stovetop. It’s simply a tutorial; it doesn’t make any claims that it will cure baldness or shady crap like that.
A reader once responded to the email and wrote “Give a break!!! Bone broth is demi-glace. It is not new”. Um, read the email and the post again, lady. I never claimed it was new. I was just helping you learn to make it yourself.
Emails like this used to illicit a long response from me and it would genuinely bother me for days or weeks. Now, it annoys me for about .014 seconds and then I relish in 1) making fun of these people in Instagram stories (I always block out their names. I’m not a dbag) 2) unsubscribe them from my email list if I feel it is warranted.
Email lists cost money. A LOT of money. I have a strict “no buttface” policy for my email list. I’m not spending money for you to be a tool to me. Go somewhere else.
A few weeks ago I declared a bonus movie night because I was sick of parenting my children. For most bonus movie nights the adults pick the movies to avoid the constant battle of whose turn it is to choose the movie.
For this night, I chose Ant-Man because it’s Paul Rudd and that’s a no-brainer. At some point in the movie, Evangeline Lilly is in a tank top or sleeveless shirt. Jack (my 13-year-old) said “look mom, she has your arms”.
I’ve been more deliberate about weight training since last summer and I started with only 5 lb weights because that’s what I had. I’m now up to using 15-pound weights and I always feel like you can see a difference in my muscle tone. And even a teenage boy noticed!
There is no real confession here – I just want to brag that my arms are looking pretty good these days. 🙂
I feel like there is this new group of people with motorcycles or mopeds who are trying to save money on gas. I fully support this move but fear that none of them paid attention in the motorcycle safety class that is required to get licensed in Washington State.
A very long time ago I rode a moped and had to take this class, pass a written test, and pass a practical test. They could not be more clear about not tailgating other vehicles and the proper positioning of your bike in the lane.
Around here most roads are only one lane in each direction, and full admission: I always go 4-5 mph over the posted speed limit. Always.
Lately, I have had soooo many of these riders tailgating me on busy roads. Buddy, I cannot go any faster without getting a ticket and I can’t pull over without stopping the flow of traffic. And no matter what happens, if you hit me, you lose. Motorcycles never win in a collision – BACK UP and save your life.