These are my confessions…

1) I spent this past weekend in the snow. I wore my knit boots. Yes, the kind that are sweater material. Yes, I am from California. [Cue the groaning and the eye rolling].

2) Chester is finally gone. And he has left some of his needles behind. So, instead of cleaning them up like a normal person, I lie on the floor sniffing my carpet.

3) Sometimes when I’m running late for work [which is often], I turn my walkie talkie on when I’m at the red light on Story Road. This serves two purposes. 1) I feel like I’m in the loop before I set foot on campus. 2) It makes people think I’m already at work.

4) I was supposed to come home after work and do a quick 28-minute workout. I didn’t do it. I justified it by saying, “I stayed under my calorie count.” But then I went to Women’s Circle and had allllll the grape juice and food. And I don’t even feel guilty ’bout it.

Phew.

I feel better. Your turn. Tell me a secret

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These are my confessions…

1) I’ve been reminiscing about my LA days a lot. Even though I was working full time AND going to school, it seems like my responsibilities weren’t as INTENSE. Or AS grown-up.

But, anyway, moving on to the confession portion.

I was reminded of the time when I was living with Hema in Culver City and I would occasionally pack our lunches in the morning. One time, when I thought I was being EXTRA hilarious, I packed her lunch + a can of beer. Needless to say, she was a bit surprised when she opened up her lunchbox at work.

In other news, I’m going to be the coolest mom. Gone are the days of crustless PB&J. 

2) Speaking of peanut butter, remember my post from yesterday where I said I was going to curl up on the couch with my book and coffee in hand? I actually curled up on the couch but, instead, with a Yogurtland spoon and the last bits of the PB jar. Why a Yogurtland spoon you ask? Well, the spoon’s handle allows for more scoopage to occur in the bottom crevice of the jar that you can’t really access with a knife or the bowl of a spoon.

Are you impressed with my spoon terminology?

[Don’t be. I googled, “What do you call the parts of a spoon?” and this popped up.]

3) My last confession of the day isn’t really my confession to confess. But, I’m going to do it anyway. Because she’s my sister. And she’s forced to love me no matter how many secrets I spill.

It’s NOT a secret that I bring my hair straightener to work and comb through my hair a couple times to let the frizz out. People think I’m weird for it.

Well.

Let me introduce you to my sister.

She takes it to a whole new level.

Now I’m off.

To pack my lunch.

Sans beer.

[Being a grown-up is just not as fun.]

Past Confessional Posts:

• Number 1 
• Number 2 
• Number 3
• Number 4
• Number 5
• Number 6
• Number 7

Questions of the Day:

• What’s the weirdest thing you’ve packed in your lunch?
  
• How do you finish off your PB jars?
  
• TELL ME A SECRET.

These are my confessions…

[Just when I thought I said all I could say….]

1) At some point, unbeknownst to me, I became a dog person. The kind of dog person that likes to cuddle up and snuggle with their dog. The kind of person whose heart overflows – and nearly bursts – with love when they see their dog after a long time away. WHO AM I? What have I become?

2) Thanks to Hema’s love, persistence, and calendar invite reminders, I have FINALLY started doing BBG. On Monday, I had yoga. On Tuesday morning, I pushed Snooze one too many times. But last night, I did it. And I used my step-up ladder to do step-ups and knee-ups. Embarrassing. But innovative.

3) I’ve also become that old granny lady who forgets when she takes her vitamins, puts the milk in the pantry, and does ALL SORTS OF forgetful things. So, in order to remember everything, I made myself a tracker to check off the things I need to do in the morning before I leave for work and, again, before I go to bed at night. Slightly embarrassing so I taped it on the inside of my medicine cabinet.

4) Wondering where the inspiration for the hidden-medicine-cabinet tracker came from? Sometimes, because I’m such a scatterbrain in the morning, I do things like put my floss in the fridge.

5) I’ve still got Chester up. He was supposed to lay to rest after the Christmas Party on Friday. But he just smells so good. I can’t. I’ve justified it by taking off the Christmas lights and pretending he’s just a plant I water every once in a while.

And the real juicy stuff that I’ve never told anyone until today?

6) One time, in Kindergarten, during circle time, I peed my pants because I was too afraid to ask to use the restroom. So, while everyone else transitioned back to their desks after the ABCs, I stayed on the carpet because I didn’t want anyone to see my ring of pee.

Past Confessional Posts:

• Number 1 
• Number 2 
• Number 3
• Number 4
• Number 5
• Number 6

Questions of the Day:

• Are you a dog person or a cat person?

• Do you still have Christmas decorations up?

• When was the last time you peed your pants?

• TELL ME A SECRET.

It’s confession time. 

Starting with how I feel in this very moment:

This is a pretty accurate description of my life right now. The kiddos come back to school today and part of me wants to lock myself in the closet.

• I’ve got one too many planners/systems to organize my tasks. I think my inner self thinks that the more planners I have, the more planned I’ll BE.

• It’s been a while since I’ve tried on REAL pants. I’m all about the yoga pants, the jeggings, the leggings, the ELASTIC. #HolidaySeason

• I went to Aqui last night and drank WATER. Larissa, Kathleen, and I got dinner last night and I opted for a water glass instead of a GLASS FULL OF MARGARITA. This was my first time going to Aqui and NOT getting a swirl. #GrownUp

• Sister made me watch the Hallmark channel a LOT over the break. I put up a fight and made fun of her ENDLESSLY for loving it. Secretly, I accidentally fell in love with it too. The cheesy acting, the predictable plot line, the terrible cinematography. ALL of it. DON’T tell Sissy.

I just shared all my secrets.

Now I have to go hide in the closet.

(Because I don’t want to go to school. Not out of embarrassment. Duh.)

Past Confessional Posts:

• Number 1 
• Number 2 
• Number 3
• Number 4
• Number 5

Question of the Day:

• Do you watch The Hallmark Channel? What’s your favorite cheesy movie?
  
• Do you prefer pants or leggings?
  
• TELL ME A SECRET.