I don’t celebrate Lent. I wouldn’t even have known it *was* Lent if not for the internet and people around here talking about fashnachts (which I didn’t even eat any of this year, sad!) If I were going to give up anything for forty days it would be something I could already live without because I’m ornery that way — I gave up bacon a looooooong time ago and you know what? I don’t miss it, ever. So when I want to do something, I do it, but if I feel like I *have* to do it because of New Year’s Resolution or something like that, well, I just don’t.
I’m more likely to pick up a habit (let’s say writing 20 pgs a day, go me!) rather than drop one (drinking too much Coke Zero, I know, bad me!)
But I was thinking about confessions, so here are my top ten confessions.
1. I get a picture of Keanu Reeves emailed to me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. And I LOVE IT. I will never unsubscribe!
2. I sing karaoke in my living room when I am home alone. Also when I’m not alone, but sometimes when I’m alone. I like to sing Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves.
3. I once allowed my son to wear the cowboy boots that were mine in 8th grade to school. He was in second grade (I think, time has a way of becoming hazy.) He wanted to wear them, I have no idea why, but I was like, you go on with your bad self. And he did.
4. I did not wait “until I was married.”
5. On average, I say “fuck” about six times a day. Sometimes a lot more. Most often, not less.
6. I allow my children to watch disgusting, violent zombie movies (with my supervision.) I’ve made them promise not to become serial killers. So far, so good. *fingers crossed*
7. I have a forearm fetish– a man’s nice forearms with just the right amount of arm hair, nice wrists, sleeves rolled up…gah. I trace this DIRECTLY back to a substitute teacher I had in high school. I think his name was Mr. Wilson or Willard or Wilfred or something like that; maybe that’s just what we called him. He didn’t like us much. I think we teased him. But he had some HOT forearms.
8. I believe I once told someone I loved him when I didn’t. On the other hand, I think I didn’t tell someone I loved him when I did. So it all works out.
9. If you piss me off enough, I’ll put you in a book, and not as the hero/heroine. But you know what? Maybe if you weren’t made of evil, you wouldn’t have to worry.
10. I kissed a girl…but I’m not sure I could say I liked it.
There it is, confessions!
Got something to get off your chest? G’head!
M
