Thanks to Mamarazzi, for her super awesome link-up that gives us all a chance to get to know one another, via steamy blog confession, or in my case, not so steamy confessions. What can I say, I haven't been steamy in a long time.
I confess...I wish I was more steamy. Or at least that my life was. After 18 years of being together, I confess that most of our life is about as steamy as a cold shower. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of love, honor, respect and we're all about compatibility, but the steam, well I don't know where that went.
I confess...that I've never in my life, wanted to shoot a bird...until this morning. There is a mama and baby crow outside, and the baby is cawing nonstop. I love my birds, all of them, not crazy about the ones doing loud baby caws at 4:30 am. Yesterday they woke up the kid and let me tell ya, it was a grumpy start to a morning. If they wake her up again today, I'm getting the wrist-rocket!
I confess...that I've been imbibing alcohol at a three times the normal rate over the last few months. I've been hanging out with a new friend (well not a new friend, but a long time distant (by distant I mean four houses away) friend that I've developed a deep kinship with recently) and enjoying more of the "loopy juice" than normal. For me, normal is like, never. I usually drink one to three times a year, now I'm up to like twice a week, a couple of beers or a
I confess...I'm a Bossy McTellyouwhattodo. Evidently I've promoted myself, from Lady of the House to Lady of your Life and I keep trying to take over new property aka innocent souls to boss around. How did I get like this? I used to be such a laid back, go with the flow type chick. Where did this bossy, stick in the mud, bitch come from? Is this what pre-menopause does to you? Am I just going to get worse? Should I start drinking even more to compensate my growing craziness? I think I just answered my own question.
I confess...that this crap weather is driving me crazy. I think I live in the only state that isn't in a heat wave right now. We are about fifteen degrees colder than normal. I feel terrible for all the people that are doing their best to cope with triple digit temps, but mostly I'm just really damn jealous of you all. I mean, it's been nicer in the North Pole than it has been here. I hate it. I'm ready to go on vacation until it hits seventy-five here, for at least a full week, and doesn't rain for two.
I confess...I'm out of confessions for today!
Have a rockin' weekend!