Thursday, November 19, 2009

Ten Confession Thursday

Confession: I sometimes stuff my bra. I have these "chicken cutlet" thingies that I stick in there to extend the time between buying ever smaller bras.

Confession: I sing to my dog ALL THE TIME. I don't think he likes it, but I don't like that he pees in the house, so THEMS THE BREAKS.

Confession: I tell my husband that we can't afford his stupid hunting crap, but really I just intend to spend that money on getting my nails done.

Confession: I have no idea how to ride a bicycle. That phrase "It's just like riding a bike" is a dirty lie. If you don't ride for 20 years, you forget.

Confession: I pluck my stray eyebrow hairs at stop lights.

Confession: I compose blogs in my head every night before I go to bed AND THEY ARE AWESOME but I never remember them by the time I actually get to the computer.

Confession: I kind of believe that you guys are imaginary. It's disconcerting when someone I know in real life comments to me about something I have done here. It's like, WAIT? What the hell? Does. Not. Compute. Interwebz interface with real life? SO WEIRD.

Confession: The only reason I let M have my iPod after hers got stolen is so I'd have an excuse to buy an iTouch.

Confession: I am horrifyingly bad at video games. That's why I never play. Because I suck so embarrassingly much. I play like a monkey wearing mittens.

Confession: I remember my phone number from 1980 (283-1138), the combination to my freshman locker (14-27-39), the zip code to my college dorm (59715), I remember what I was wearing when I met my husband (Lee jeans, Doc Martins, blue/white/yellow striped shirt) and what I ate for dinner the night before M was born (spaghetti) but I will be completely unable to remember the name of the person I met five minutes ago about five minutes from now.

10 little kittens say Meow:

Kr√ęg said...

Dammit. How'd you figure out that I'm imaginary?

Sheila said...

#5 -- me too!!

and I am so horrible with names when I don't want to be. i will remember the most random person I meet at the grocery store who is a friend of a friend, but i will not remember the name of the really cool chick i sat next to on the plane for 3 hours.

mepsipax said...

I have the memory problems too. Also, I talk to Cheeto (blogger) at work and it is weird sometimes.
It's ok cause we are both weird anyway.

Bj in Dallas said...

kind of like going behind the scenes at Disneyland. That got to be weird.

the name thing- since you are supposed to attach something to a person in your mind that will remind you of their name, I did that with my mechanic. His name is Lonnie. So I think Lon Chaney. So I think Werewolf. So I remember Werewolves of London, and I wonder if his name is Warren or Zevon.
I'm screwed.

Bj in Dallas said...

turn over the Aqua-For prizes and no one gets hurt..........

Katie said...

I write really awesome blog posts in my head while I'm driving to and from work. They generally don't make it into the computer because I either forget or wimp out.

Chibi Jeebs said...

Note pad & pen by your bed AAAAAND go!

I have amazing blog entries and hilARious tweets composed in my head as I drive home from work. Sadly, 35 minutes later, POOF! I have the attention span of a gnat, I swear to jeebus.

Jaime Teele said...

Yeahh. I'm the queen of thinking of awesome blog topics right before bed, or out somewhere and I never remember that shit.

Martinis or Diaper Genies? said...

I do the plucking hair thing too. But CHIN hair. I'm the sickest.

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