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Confessions, June

I posted some confessions last month, and you knuckleheads seemed to enjoy them.  I thought perhaps I might do some more.  Would yah like that?

Also, I LOVE reading yours, so make sure you add your own in the comments!

1) I rarely remember my mom raising her voice at us growing up.  She taught kindergarten – third grade for over 20 years, so really, I think she was a bit of cheater.  She went to school to learn how to deal with kids.  I don’t have that education, and it shows.

Last week, I bribed Jack with a chocolate covered raisin to just “omg, shut up and sit still for ONE MINUTE.  JUST ONE MINUTE”.

He couldn’t do it.

2) Until I was 25, I thought the ZZ Top song “Sharp Dressed Man” was “Shy Best Man”.  Sing those words the next time you hear this song.  You’ll get it.

3) I love clean and healthy food.  Except, when I’m at Costco.  At Costco, I’ll eat the shit out of some GMO, HFCS, red dye 10 samples.  Gogurt?  Don’t mind if I do.  Philly cheesesteak?  Yes please!  A tiny cup of artificially flavored sparkling sugar water?  :glug glug:

4) Most of the time, I run the dishwasher the night before Troy has a day off.  That way, when he gets home, he’ll unload it.  Unloading the dishwasher is my least favorite household chore EVER.

5) The other day, Troy and I were in the yard because I was getting ready to mow.  He offered to do it, but I said I’d be happy to.  It’s the old school push mower and it’s quite the workout.  He said he could do it faster than me.  I said “is that because my brain and hands are tiny and my period attracts bears”?  He walked away to me yelling “my period attracts bears” again, and I know my weird neighbor heard me.  I have yet to meet the dude’s eye since then.

6) I blog about things that I don’t always tell Troy.  Then I get annoyed with him that he doesn’t know about it, because dude, read my blog.  I never see you, and I hate talking on the phone; subscribe to my feed, and then you’ll know the haps, m’kay?

7) I do my absolute best to be ready for zombie attacks and the grid going down.  However, we had a lot of wind last night, and the power went off.  It was around 8 pm, and I was finally getting a chance to cook myself dinner after a late night at work, working out, and cleaning out the chicken coop.

A legit prepper would have been set.  I on the other hand, almost cried because I was cooking some lumpia and I just wanted to freaking eat already.  I ended the night on the couch reading (it stays light enough to read until about 9:15 pm ish during the summer in Seattle) a book and eating chips and salsa.


Care to share some confessions of your own?  I promise getting things off of your chest is freeing!

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44 comments on “Confessions, June”

  1. Until I read #2 (just now,) I thought the same thing. Just heard that song a couple days ago. I can’t believe I never knew!

  2. I have to add one more because I love this blog and I think Sara will appreciate this – since she told her husband about the bears and period thing…..since I have three boys, and I am the only girl in the house, everything about me that is different was always extremely fascinating to the boys. One day, my middle child (again) and his younger brother came out with a whole box of my pads, wanting to know what they were. I told them they were big band-aids – big mistake. A couple of weeks later, we had a whole houseful of company over, and my middle child comes out with pads stuck all over his arms and legs. After I got through having a heart attack, I asked him what he was doing. His response – “I fell and i had a lot of bo-bo’s to cover up. These were the only bandaides big enough.”

  3. Confessions for June….
    When my boys were 4, 6 and 8, we bought them each a fish of their choice because my mother-in-law was sick with cancer and we wanted to distract them. My husband was also gone a lot, helping to take care of his mother 3 states away from where we lived, so it was also a “bribe” thing, to get them to not whine so much and fight when dad was gone (“Want to go get more fish for your tank?”). The kids picked out Mollies at first; but when they repopulated so much, so fast (and mommy flushed all the babies down the toilet at night after kids went to bed – insert “taps” here:), we got 2 goldfish and an algae eater. One morning, before I had looked at the tank, my middle son saw his fish floating at the top of the tank. To keep him from crying, I told him that it was just taking a nap (as all goldfish do – wink, wink) and I quickly took them over to my mom’s house, so that I could sneak to the pet store (with the dead fish in a baggie) and get another one that looked just like the last one. I got it almost exactly right, but the new one was slightly larger. Of course, my kid noticed it and asked immediately why his fish was bigger – I told him that it had just eaten a lot and had grown really fast. My boys are now 16, 18 and 20; and they still do not know how the fish grew!