Time to hit the confessional, currently being hosted over at High-Heeled Love while Mamarazzi takes a break. SO the icon above will take you to Mamarazzi’s place, you need to click on High-Heeled Love to get to the link-up if you decided to participate or want to read other blogger confessions. Face it, you KNOW you want too, because we all like juicy stuff on others.
My ex-husband used to say we didn’t have skeletons in our closet, our’s sat out on the couch where you could see them all, as we had nothing to hide. I try hard to carry that on, as I see no point in hiding things.
I confess…. I have a slight competitive streak in me. Okay more than slight. A little competition for the sake of fun can get me up off my tush and onto the playing field rather quickly. Like yesterday there was a recruit-a-thon in our Avon district, so I was more driven to go find new leads and ended up with 6! Or when it comes to truly important things, like my farm in FarmVille2. Staying ahead of my baby sister will drive me to pull out of bed early to harvest my wheat. Provided it is an even playing field, with NO real money being spent on the virtual farms. Not that I haven’t been tempted!
I confess…. I have been enjoying the attention coming my way from out west via Long Beach, my nickname for some guy that lives there that has been off and on trying to get my attention for a few years now. Claims he loves me (I confess I’m not that dumb as to believe in love at first sight, especially through photos) and wants to marry me. Daddy didn’t raise me to be an episode of Criminal Minds so my being skeptical is understated. But I will admit the texts are kind of fun. But no wedding bells or relationships in my future, as he has never actually come here to meet me despite the 2 year attraction now. And nothing sexual, the texts are pretty vanilla, just amusing.
I confess…. Sometimes I like the idea of a Zombie Apocalypse. I love the show, The Walking Dead, and we even have a ‘Zombie Attack Survival Guide’ poster hanging in the upstairs hallway. Why you ask? Okay it is all fantasy dialog, but there are more than a few folks I’d love to have a valid, lawful reason to stab in the head with a screwdriver. Don’t freak out, I’m not a nut case, like I said, fantasy dialog. Admit it, you know of at least one person that in your mind’s eye you’ve splattered their gray matter on the walls via a crossbow! Huh? You haven’t? hmm….don’t tell my therapist.
I confess…. I do my best work in the 11.5th hour. Hence I will be crocheting my sweet little fingers off today to finish up blankets for the baby shower for my grandson tomorrow. Don’t judge! One is actually for my granddaugther, as she became my son’s the day he married her mother. We adore this little red head and I promised myself once that all of my grandchildren would have a blanket from their grandma. So I am making one for her just not a baby one, this is a beautiful big-girl blanket. I will post a photo later this weekend, as my daughter-in-law reads my blogs sometimes and she doesn’t get a sneak peak!
I confess…. I am not going to make it to ladies bible study this morning because of that blanket. But it has to be ready. It is hard being the big sister with a new baby getting the attention, especially when you blend families, so I want her to feel extra special in her new role. So I need to get back to my hooking here in a brief few minutes!
I confess…. I am NOT going to have an iPhone. Just not caught up in the hoopla or sold on it. After a side-by-side comparison online of iPhone 5, Droid Razr Maxx and the new Samsung Galaxy SIII….I am probably going with the Galaxy. I am very familiar with Droid software, and in comparing them, I actually see little difference that matters except the price! And I’m seeing more and more apps that were iPhone now coming out in Droid as it is being realized that not everyone thinks the iPhone is the end all. It helped that my daughter, an iPhone owner, opted to go with the Galaxy SIII when her upgrade time came this past week. And she loved her iPhone, but says she feels the Galaxy wins hands down. And this phone talks to you in that creepy lady voice too, and does face talk, and the battery life is nearly twice that of the iPhone 5. Right there is enough for me.
Okay, that is all I have for now. Off to find my hook and yarn and finish these blankets!
The Happy, Somewhat Of A Nut Case, Hooker