Thursday, December 3, 2009

Thursday Morning Confessions

Happy Thursday, internets.

I thought of all kinds of confessions while I was sweating away at the Y this morning, but now I can't remember any. I need a little digital recorder to stick in my pocket, because it happens all the time. I think of a great story to tell you, and by the time I get home and have time to write, I've completely forgotten it.


1. I know this one will make people mad, but I don't care. I'm just going to say it. NieNie annoys me. I can't even read her blog anymore. Don't get me wrong, I think she's inspiring. I think she's handled this major trial in her life with extraordinary faith, strength and grace. I think she's a great role model in the mothering department. But at some point the fact that you barely survived a horrific plane crash stops masking the fact that you're annoying. For example, her blog yesterday was complaining that she was watching a National Geographic special about beautiful places on Earth and they didn't mention God. Umm, it was a National Geographic special. If it was a BYU TV special and they failed to mention God's hand in the beauty of the Earth, then I could see getting your panties in a wad over it. But a secular, science based show? Get over it.

2. Even more annoying than NieNie is her sister CJane. I started reading her when she was writing about NieNie after the plane crash. Back then her posts were charged with raw emotion. It felt like she was writing from her soul. Now? Annoying. So, so annoying. Spork to the eyeball annoying. And I can't even put my finger on why she annoys me. I'm sure both she and NieNie are lovely people in real life, but in blog-land? A-N-N-O-Y-I-N-G. I know, I know. There are a whole lot of people who feel the same about me.

3. I occasionally wet the bed well into my teen years.

4. I can't watch Real Estate Intervention on HGTV because Mike Aubrey's Hitler mustache is just barely off center and it's so distracting I can't enjoy the crazy people who want to sell their dumps for a million dollars.

See? The right side (your right, not his) starts way closer to the center of his face than the left side.
Who still wears Hitler mustaches, anyway?

5. That stupid "Christmas Shoes" song makes me cry every single time I hear it. Every. Time. Even when I hear it ten times in one day.

6. Will did a Family Home Evening lesson on being kind to our family and not yelling. He read this story from The Friend (a Mormon magazine for the 10 and under set). Go read it, it'll only take you a minute.


O.K., the whole time he was reading it all I could think about was how if Alan was my kid I'd friggin' kill him. Apparently I missed the point of the story.

7. In the song "Do They Know it's Christmas Time at All?," when Bono sings the line, "Tonight thank God it's them instead of you" I can't help but think, "Damn straight I'm glad it's them and not me." I know. I'm going to hell.

8. It's about 90% definite that we're moving to Fort Drum (located waaaay in upstate New York on Lake Ontario near the Canadian border) in July. I'm going to be cold for four years.

Purty, isn't it? It reminds me of Europe.

9. I'm pretty sure my Saudi neighbor is a polygamist. More on that in another post.

10. I know that Will has some York Peppermint Patties somewhere in our room and I'm obsessing over them. If I knew where they were I'd eat one.

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