i don't think i have much to confess today.
it's sad really. (i'm totally delusional when i think things like that, it just takes awhile to get the thoughts flowing).
i mean after yesterday's gem of a post leading you to think Liberty(the 11 year old) discovered condom wrappers when they were really ice cream bar wrappers. it's a gem i tell you.
(oh, spoiler alert, don't bother reading the next post then).
i have an Ann Taintor magnet on the fridge. it says...
which i think is hilarious.
unfortunately it lead to the hubs having to explain what a condom was to some of the kids.
the fortunate part was, i didn't have to explain it.
I confess...the hubs and I are totally lame and unromantic.
(AND WHEN I SAY UNROMANTIC, IN MY HEAD IT SOUNDS LIKE UNROMANTICAL, which isn't a word but you get what i'm saying right?)
we were kid free this evening. and what do we do?
we hit the drive through for dinner and ate in the back of the walmart parking lot. and then...we went to our separate computers, once we got home.
I confess... I tried to get him to chat dirty with me online.
which led to him typing synonyms for dirt.
not what i was after.
I confess....My relief society president (church ladies group leader) just requested my FB friendship.
do i do it? or no?
if you know me on fb then tell me what you think.
too risque? i think she'd get to know the real me. do i want her to know me? not sure.
would i have to delete the cleavagey profile pics and limit my language?
that's why i don't friend my nieces and nephews and friends kids.
i don't enjoy censoring.
I confess... i dread the day my kids join facebook.
not like they don't live it all in person but still. and by that i mean the cleavage. remember joy called me immodest last week?
I'm tired of putting it all out there and hardly anyone commenting. i can't even tell if people are reading it by the #'s because my log in for my hit counters was auto saved on my dead computer. sigh.
I confess....I sort of think google+ is just another place to feel rejected. insecure. and a host of other not delightful feelings.
anyone want an invite?
for those that aren't in the know google+ is a new google gadget that is alot like facebook. people post crap. i mean statuses and people comment. you can share pics and even live chat with a group of people in a "huddle" . hello this is where i need my Mrs. Jetson face mask.
remember that cartoon? remember the episode where Rosie the robot/maid had to fetch Mrs. Jetson her mask so her friend didn't know she wasn't dressed for the day/didn't have hair and make-up done on their video phone.
that was so far out and now it happens. and i look hideous on it.
where is my perfectly coiffed, professional make-up-ed crazymama mask when i need one?
so if you are on google + find me, add me to a CIRCLE.
but don't ask me to video chat.
i can't vlog either. it's just so NOT CUTE.
hmm maybe i'll save one for next week.
have a delightful day!
what are you confessing?
© 2010 crazymamaof6