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By CinnamonOpus

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Categories: Fun Stuff

Confession Friday

I am stealing this idea from the ever-awesome Tova over at Who Let This Happen? and doing my own Confession Friday.

Like I haven’t been the poster child for “oversharing” already. Meh.

I confess…

  • I am unabashedly stealing Tova’s idea because a) it’s easy and 2) it’s fun.
  • I started a scarf last autumn for BDH for Christmas. That’s OCTOBER OF 2009, FOLKS. And I am STILL not done.
  • I have been following a diabetic eating plan for a month now and have lost 10 pounds. But I am starting to lose interest. That THUD! you hear will be me, falling off the wagon.
  • When I read blogs of adoptive parents who announce they are pregnant, a little part of my heart breaks. I admit that I am envious. Although I had always planned to adopt, and would not trade my daughter for anything else in this world, adoption doesn’t magically wash away the pain of infertility. It fades, but it is still there. And, because of infertility and the cost of adoption, I am sad because my daughter will not have a sibling.
  • I need new glasses. A new prescription, actually. And I think it will be for bifocals. ACK. I am getting old. (Only, I can see close up, just not far away. Can they do that with bifocals??)
  • I am a costume drama llama. I love costume dramas. Pride and Prejudice (the Colin Firth version, obviously). Cranford. And now? I am currently watching Lark Rise to Candleford on the Tubes of You.
  • I am dreading the start of Stinkerbelle’s swimming lessons in October. I don’t want to be seen in public in a swimsuit.
  • I have one pair of pants that I can wear out in public that are not sweats or yoga pants. My wardrobe has not been updated since 2005. Except for the sports clothes.
  • I have taught my daughter to sing “Ha-cha-cha-CHA!” along with Kid Creole and the Coconuts’ Stool Pigeon. We got it on video. My kid’s a hepcat.
  • I joined a book club that another mom I know started with a bunch of other SAHMs. I am nervous that they won’t like me. And will like me even less when they find out I read nonfiction. Especially biographies. HISTORICAL biographies. God… I’m a geek.