Friday, January 14, 2011

I confess

While Donnie has been away my patience has grown thinner but my waistline has not (damn those dinners of Doritos and wine followed by dessert--all while Bug is sleeping of course).


I tip better if a waiter/waitress refers to me as "miss" rather than "ma'am."


I nearly polished off a full bag of frosted animal crackers before Bug knew they were in the house (see top confession above...).

I don't want to change my horoscope sign. I liked being a Libra all these years--balanced yet out of whack.

My mind tells me to exercise but the rest of my body doesn't move.

There are times I really miss the baby stage (as in Bug being a baby...not me). One thing I never miss about babyhood: changing crib sheets.

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11 comments:

  1. JenJanuary 14, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    Changing bunk bed sheets is worse than a crib sheet :( Especially full size bunks shoved up against the wall! I'm a scorpio and staying that way, thank you very much :)

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    *sigh* I hear you on all of these but I do have to say changing a bed is worse than a crib.

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  3. VandyJJanuary 14, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    I'm now a solid Leo--I liked being on the cusp of Leo and Virgo, I got to pick which one I liked better. I love those frosted animal crackers.

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  4. MaceyJanuary 14, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    I'm with Jen. Bunkbed shits (totally did NOT write that on purpose, but that's so damn funny I'm leaving it.) are the pits! I slam my head every time and I'm SHORT!

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  5. Mama-FaceJanuary 14, 2011 at 3:20 PM

    Me? Not an Aquarius? Aquarium? YOU ARE KIDDING ME? Now you're gonna tell me there's no Santa Claus?

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  6. DebbieJanuary 14, 2011 at 8:40 PM

    Bunk bed and daybed sheets are the worst. As for me whenever my mind tells me to exercise I just wait until it passes and eat a piece of chocolate ;)

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  7. MamarazziJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:01 PM

    i refuse to believe i am anything but an Aries, sersiously!

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  8. RachelJanuary 14, 2011 at 10:12 PM

    don't you hate when you look down and find a bag empty... I always look around for the guilty party... but alas all that is there is me and a few crumbs :)

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  9. Mrs MontoyaJanuary 17, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    Our minds and bodies are clearly in cahoots, but every now and then I wonder if it's just the Doritos and wine talking :) they sure are convincing!!

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  10. MeganJanuary 20, 2011 at 1:39 PM

    I haven't thought of frosted animal crackers in years, but now I'm CRAVING them!

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  11. KinseyJanuary 26, 2011 at 1:31 PM

    Doritos and wine sound delicious!!! I hate when people call me ma'am...I'm 23 years old :|

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