True Confessions

One of my friends had this on her blog (thanks Ronda) and since I am trying to get back into this whole blogging thing, what better way then that?

~ When I was in high school all of my friends were 5'2" tall. I hovered over them at 5'8". I stuck out like a sore thumb...or a tall thumb. I grew into my height. I now wish I was two inches taller and I wear heels...HIGH heels to make up for that.

~ I used to be able to out eat any man. Something happened that flipped that switch. I haven't had an appetite in four months. I'm not complaining. Food used to be an addiction to me. Glad that's over with.

~ I am a closet lacto-ovo-vegetarian. I don't like to eat meat, and if I could go completely meatless without my family all dying from lack of steak or chicken, I would. :P

~ I like to craft. However, I burn through crafty things and never go back to them. Just ask my defunct hair blog, bins of paint, stitchery and scrapbooking supplies. I am a fair weather friend when it comes to craftiness.

~ Ironically, I could use up all of my spending money on fabric and pretty paper that will just sit there.

~ I am 32. I refuse to dress like I am dead.

~ I have a REALLY hard time hanging out with women who husband bash or are mean to their husbands in front of others. Why? Because I would be crushed if I heard my husband speaking about me like that to someone else. That's why!!!

~ I have become super selective about the blogs I read. If yours tells me all about how perfect your life is and how perfect your children are and how perfect your world is, I probably will delete you from my Bloglines. If you tell me that you had a bad day or did some big goof once in a while or your daughter tells you that you have a big bottom, you can stay. You are real. I mean, come on! You can't be perfect ALL of the time.

~ Because of Bloglines, I rarely comment on blogs. But I read them...

~ I ran into a mutual friend of an old boyfriend. Old boyfriend has a daughter with the same name as one of my daughters. It weirds me out.

~ Sometimes I think I have no business being a wife or mother. I love my husband and my girls more than anything, but sometimes my old college self creeps up and wants to go have a crazy adventure. I have to tell her to go away.

~ On the flip side, I would have been a good 1950's wife. I love baking and cleaning and being home for my husband and children. I love making good food for them and serving them. I am a big proponent of letting my husband wear the pants in our family. My husband came home the other day and I was barefoot in the kitchen making his favorite cookies. I kissed him and he told me the only thing missing was my being pregnant.

~ That is not an announcement. I never want to be pregnant again or have any more children. People ask me if I want to adopt. Nope. I am done. Three is good. I had my nephew here over the weekend and I realized that I just don't like spoon feeding my children.

~ I use the dictionary far more than I want to admit. I still can't spell nessicar...necissary...nesisa...whatever.

~ I wear an apron when I cook. It makes me feel girly and lovely.

~ When I meet a new person, I over share. Like get-nervous-and-word-vomit-until-I-die over share. Then I get all self-conscious and try to avoid that person until I can talk myself down about being a total nut-case. I have issues.

~ I reserve the right to change my parenting philosophies at any time. And I frequently do.

~ I also reserve the right to change something about myself, improve things, change how I act or part of who I am. I also don't care at all if you are bothered by that. Change is good.