You’ve Got Some ‘Splainin To Do…

In the words of R. Kelly, there is something I must connnnnnnnnfeeeeeeesssssss… I don’t see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind.

   

Ok, so that’s R. Kelly’s confession. I jacked it. What’s it to ya? I’m ok with a little bump and grind too. 

For realz, though. Here are a few things I need to get off my chest… 

1. I got up at 1:07 yesterday morning and made me a peanut butter-blueberry-cream-cheese-low-carb-tortilla-wrap. Ate it and went back to bed. 
2. I’m not pregnant. 
3. I know this for a 100% fact because Aunt Flo is visiting this week and she’s been telling me to do bad things. 
4. I had something VERRRRRAH inappropriate sent to myself at work. Let’s just call it “note cards”. 
5. I might have had a slight panic attack while out at lunch yesterday worrying about “WHAT IF…what if IT came and Jill, the receptionist, decided to be nosey?” “WHAT IF, one of the drafting guys thought it was for them??” How WOULD I explain myself. Then, I came up with the perfect solution. I bought it for Skillz. Fortunately, I didn’t have to lie. We all know where you go for that shiz. 
6. I’ve been trying to curtail my potty mouth and any time I try to attempt that I come up with a new catch phrase/fake cuss word/phrase. This weeks’ faux bad word is “MUTHER LOVIN’” Try it out. It feels good rolling off the tongue. Mix that in with a little “sofa king” and “shiz” and I got most of the cuss word groups covered. 
7. Here’s a fun little game: Any time you feel like letting one fly (cuss word that is), think of a name of someone in the Bible, NOT God or Jesus because that’s blasphemous and we don’t use the Lord’s name in vain…but like Noah or Moses or if you really know your stuff, you could pull out one of those old testament guys that not many people know about, like Haggai…and you put their name with an object that starts with the same letter. Example: “Noah on the Nile!” or “Moses in the Mohave!”…and for bonus points use a name like Haggai…”Haggai in a hammock!”…”Jezebel in a jalopy!” 

 It’s fun. I swear. 

Well, hope everyone has had a supah fab week.

Friday Confessional

I'm linking up with Mamarazzi today for Friday Confessional. It's been a while, so I figured I should repent...I mean, confess a few things, so I can go be bad some more this weekend...I mean, so I can feel better about myself going into the weekend.

Mama told me linking up regularly to Friday Confessionals is a free pass into heaven.

You wanna know the real-honest-to-goodness-no-lying reason I'm blogging today?

Connie made me do it.

I confess, if you ever want to get me to do anything, just threaten to take me off your A List or talk mean to me.  It works like a charm. 

I confess that Impulsive Addict and I were...well, I don't want to go into details, so just watch the vlog...


I confess that I proposed to Joey at the NKOTBSB concert.  If you're up for another video, you should watch this because it's full of epicness...Joey Mc upclose and personal, me and IA fangirling over him, my proposal, and my declaration of love.  It's good stuff.

My husband told me that I should take the video off of Facebook because it's "ridiculous and embarrassing".  I told him he knew what he was getting into when he married me...we should have worked "I promise to love you even when you're ridiculous and embarrassing" into our vows.

I have TONS more to confess, but this is getting lengthy, so I'll save it for another day.  Happy Friday!♥

Friday Confessional : Cuss Word Edition

 confucius say: Confessions are good for the soul. 

I confess...this one time, at band camp.  Ok, alright.  I never went to band camp.  BUT I did go to cheerleading camp...and this one time I mooned someone from the 10th floor window.  AND then my roommate and I made a poster with our phone number (to our dorm room) and taped it in the window.  There was also a football camp going on at the same time...*achem* boys roomed in the dorms opposite ours.  Need I say more?

 

I confess...this one time, when I was 5, I told my Sunday School teacher that my Grandpa and I used "little bastards" for bait when we went fishing.  She asked! 

 

I confess...that last weekend, I got paid back for my indiscretion.  Isaiah was chasing his cousin around the back yard and he yelled out "come back here you little bastard".  Super. #payingformyraising

 

I confess...that in a moment of heated frustration I cussed (like a bad cuss word) at Michael.  He started laughing uncontrollably, which increased my disdane.  When the tears cleared, he told me that I'm a bad "cusser"...like I don't know how. WHATEV, Michael.

 

I confess...since we're talking about cuss words (how did that happen??  I swear I didn't start this out with the intention of writing a whole post about cussing.), I should confess that I like to use made up cuss words.  For example, "holy shiz", "hellz no", and the mother of all made up cuss words (that is not APPROPRIATE in any way, shape, or form...but I use WAY TOO often) "sofa king"...go ahead, say it...out loud (<---Twi reference, if you got it.)  It's bad, right?!...but sofa king funny. (I did NOT just say that). 

 

What is wrong with me?! 

 

I'm going to hellz. 

 

I need to repent. 

 

Oh, wait that's right. 

 

I just confessed. 

 

Ok, it's all good.

 

Happy Friday! 

Hope your weekend is sofa king awesome! <---I DID NOT just say that!  Get ahold of yourself, JK.  Geez. 

Friday Confessional : The Austin Edition

 I'm linking up today with Mamazrazzi for Friday Confessional.  'Cause Lord knows I need to! There's a few things from my trip to Austin that I need to get off my chest and what better time to do it than Friday Confessions.  Remember, nothing said in this post can be held against me at any time.

• This one time...in Austin, I laid down on a couch in a gay bar.  Thank goodness for friends like Becca who remind you what someones might have done there...and for Germ-X...and for knowing how to sing the Happy Birthday song twice to get your hands extra clean.
• Also, this one time...in Austin, I walked around downtown without any shoes on.  Impulsive forced me to wash my feet in the bathtub before sleeping in the same bed with her.  She even called Shawn for some back-up.  Thank goodness for friends who make you wash your feet.

• ALSO, this one time...in Austin, Vivienne gave me the 'mom look' and tried to make me wear my seatbelt in the back back seat of Becca's van.  It worked on Impuslive, but not me.  I'm a rebel like that.  But thank goodness for friend who care enough to give you the 'mom look'.

• AND this one time...in Austin, I woke up at 5:30 in the morning and I was laying on the floor inbetween the two beds where Impulsive and Becca were fast asleep...with my phone smashed to my face.  If you got a text and/or tweet that night/morning, I apologize.
• This one time...in Austin, I told our waiter that he looked like a porn star.  Then I proceeded to tell him it was due to his "phonytail" and "9th grade mustache"...AND I called him "Jake the Pornstar" from then on.
• This one time...in Austin, I autographed someone's chest with a blue sharpie.  Sorry, Shawn.
• I kissed a girl(s)...
• One last thing...this one time...in Austin, I met some AMAZING people who are now my REAL LIFE friends...it was one of the best weekends EVER.

Friday Confessional 05.20

 I confess that there was a creepy repair guy fixing our air conditioner at our office last week and he kept staring at me.  So, I did this.

Worked like a charm.  Problem solved.  Full-size Edward has SO many uses.

He fixed our A/C in record time.

I confess that every time I see the Magnum Ice Cream commercial I think of condoms.  Do you think that was the marketing strategy they were going for?

I confess that while you're reading this, I'm roadtrippin' with Impulsive and we're on our way to meet up with Seriously Shawn, Becca from The Texas Darlings, Vivienne from The V Spot, and Jen from Harried Mom of 4!  I really can't put into words just HOW excited I am to be meeting all of these lovelies in PERSON.  Seriously.  It's too much.  I'm so stoked...I feel like dropping every 90's adverb in my vocabulary...it's the bomb...the bomb.com...the bombdiggity...rad...2legit2quit...it's totally going to rock.

I also confess that I posted over at The RHOK today...an archive worth re-reading!

Hope you all have super fabulous Fridays!!

For more Friday Confessionals, check out Mamarazzi's blog!

Friday Confessional 05.06

 Being the (wannabe) gangsta that I am...I've had some brushes with the law lately.   I'm here to confess.

I confess that while out running errands for the office the other day I was feeling a little spunky.  The sun was shining.  I was wearing some CA-ute new sandles.  Warren G was pumpin' through my speakers.  loudly.  I had my window rolled down and I was sitting at the stop light.  There was a cop sitting in the QT parking lot across from me and I looked at him and did this...

I confess that as I pulled away from the stop light I kinda expected him to pull out behind me and pull me over, but he didn't.

I confess that I WAS pulled over the other day for driving like a Cullen.  87 in a 75.  That's not so bad, right?  AND my tag was expired.  Ooops.  I didn't know.  I'm serious.  He let me go with a warning.  Whew.

What do you confess?  Hop on over to Mamarazzi's and link up...spill yer guts!  It makes for good bloggin'!

Friday Confessional 04.22

I'm linking up once again with the cute-headband-wearin-red-vines-eatin-pink-lovin Mamarazzi. 




You should too.  If you say you don't have anything to confess, I call BS.  You're lying.  And you know where liars go don't you?  Coweta.  Yep.  And you don't want to go there.

I confess that I'm over-the-moon-beyond-excited about Water For Elephants being in theaters TODAY!!! 

I also should confess that I'm green with envy of anybody and everybody who has already seen it.  Our stupid theaters didn't have a midnight showing.  Lame.  If you've seen it, don't tell me.  I'll cut a b*tch.  I swear. 

kidding.

Ok, not really.

I confess I take my Rob Pattinson business very serious.

I confess that I've been writing love notes to Rob in my new notebook that Mimi made me.

I confess that I'm planning on fangirling a lot tonight.  I hope my friends are prepared for the ridiculousness that is me in a theater where Rob is on the big screen.  It's their first time.  They're JK-in-a-theater-where-Rob-is-on-the-big-screen virgins.  Hope it's as good for them as it is for me. ;)

Well, I'm sure there are some confessions up in here somewhere that are non-WFE related, but my brain is all hazy with anticipation...so, this all you get this week. 

Hope you all have stellar weekends!!  *muah*

Friday Confessional 04.14

It's Friday Confessionals with Mamarazzi!  I'll spare you the intro mumbo-jumbo and just get right to it...

I confess that I'm totally wrapped up in another *achem*smut*book/fanfic*achem*.  Brandy, text me and I'll send you the link...you won't want to miss this one. #winkwink
Good news is that I'm 60 pages away from finishing it.  So, no worries IA, I'm coming back to the land of the living...eventually. #ilovefanfic

I confess that I was guilted into FINALLY posting my vlog.  #thatswhatfriendsarefor

I confess that this makes me giggle...a lot. #itsasickness #idontwantacure

I confess that Mimi knows me too well.  Anyone who thinks of transposing my face into a picture with THE Rob Pattinson is an angel in disguise.  I love you Mims!  Thank you for my newest fav item in my collection of Twilight/Rob memorabilia.  #yourock

 

I confess that I shopped 'til I dropped last weekend.  We shopped for 10 hours on Saturday and another 7 hours on Sunday.  #retailtherapyissoeffective

 

I confess that I have a few funny stories from our weekend trip, but I think my family (who often reads my posts) would shoot me for posting them.  I'm still in the dog house from my post about Facebook faux pas...and that wasn't HALF as bad as what I would be spilling this time.  So, I guess I'll refrain...for now.  #blackmail

#ivebeentweetingalotthisweekcanyoutell

Hope you all have a FABULOUS Friday!  I promise I'll be making the rounds today...I swear.  I also promise that I won't pick up a new story for a couple of weeks.  I'm afraid you guys will break up with me if I do.

Friday Confessional 4.08

 

It's that time again...time to spill your guts, wipe the slate, come clean...it's FRIDAY CONFESSIONAL with the one and only Mamarazzi!

I don't have much to confess really.  I've been relatively "good"...well, as good as JennyKate can be.  I have my own standards, ya know. 

This week was a culmination of potential confessions...like they ALMOST happened.  It went a little something like this...

• I didn't eat any cheeseburgers...although I wanted to. 
• I only had Starbucks one time...although I wanted to go at LEAST once a day. 
• I didn't lie...except for a few white ones, but they don't count. 
• I didn't slap this little kid on Isaiah's Field Trip yesterday...although he deserved it. 
• I wanted to tell them that I'm not Mrs. Altman.  That's my mother-in-law.  But I realize they're learning to be respectful...and I respect that...so I didn't.
• I didn't steal anything...except for that pen from the bank, but IA assured me that they were there for the taking. 

So, I guess I'm saving up all my bad(ass)ness for now.  I'll be sure to let you guys know when I decide to cash in on it.

Hope you all have a FABULOUS Friday! 

P.S. Stop by and enter my giveaway from yesterday! (click here)
P.S.S.  I posted on The RHOK today.  We're doing a Pioneer Woman read-along.

Friday Confessional 4.01

Please don't fall over from shock and awe. 

I'm alive. 

Thanks for the concerned emails and text messages.  I'm totally blessed to have such awesome BBFs.  I'm breaking out of my blogging hiatus to do some Friday Confessions, because Lord knows I've got 'em...AND I need to wish Mamarazzi the happiest FOXXY 40th EVER!!!  Be sure to stop by Mama's page today and wish her a happy birthday and link up to Friday Confessionals.  It'll totally make her day!

 

So, I confess...

• I'm sorry I deserted you guys this week.  I've been wrapped up in a *achem* book...of sorts.  Ok, smut.  I've been reading smut.  It was kinda like "bye bye Blogger...and Facebook...and Twitter" and  "hello Kindle...and iBook...and PC".  I've been reading since Sunday and it was totally owning me.  Plus, there's work and a million other things that I've had going on.  So, sorry.  I swear on everything Twilight that I'll be back to my regular ol' blogging self next week.
• I want just one day where I don't have to be ANYWHERE...no work, no obligations, no one expecting me to be somewhere.  A day of nothingness.  OR a day on a sandy beach with a cute boy named "Edward" bringing me fruity adult beverages w/ little umbrellas.  Whichever.
• I don't really like to accept money from my friends for things...I don't ever really feel like they own me for anything.  If I pay for something, it's because I want to.  HOWEVER, I do like to receive checks from Impulsive Addict.  She always writes on the memo line "pimping".  I feel like it gives me street cred.  I've contemplated asking her to write me monthly checks.
• I know far too much about being a gangsta...all from the rap music I listen to, which is totally opposite of me.  I mean, I'm pretty sure that if any Joe Blow on the street walked by me, he wouldn't say "Man, that girl is totally gangsta."  I'm pretty sure I don't fit the part.  However, I know that if you gotta blue flag hangin' out yo back side and it's on the left side, you're a crypt.  Snoop Dogg taught me that.
• Maybe when I grow up I can be a fly girl?  Remember JLo being a fly girl on In Living Color. 
• I also confess that going out with my 3HOs3 last Friday night was a blast.  Let me give you all a word of advice.  Get yourself some smokin' hott friends (w/ nice assests) because they come with benefits...like free drinks.  However, be prepared to realize that you don't got it...I mean "it".  Because guys will cat call them as you make a run through a bar.  You'll learn interesting pick up lines like "it's gettin' dangerous up in here" and "why you leaving so quick, there's plenty of room over here" and "hey there, bright eyes"...I was just waiting on a lame azz "God stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes" to follow.  I think we just nearly escaped that one.  By the end of the night, you'll take a big gulp of reality and know that those pick-up lines were not directed at you and you're never going to get cat called again and no one is probably ever going to buy you a drink...unless you're with your smokin' hott friends.  BUT you'll get LOTS of laughs and you'll almost pee your pants...and you'll have the best girls night.  So, it's worth it.

Hope you all have a FABULOUS Friday!!  I promise to make some blog rounds today...as soon as I finish this next chapter, but I love you guys more than smut, so I'll be around.  Promise.

Friday Confessional 03.25

It's time once again to join up with Mamarazzi for Friday Confessional!


I CONFESS...I wrote these in bed late last night, so they're probably lame.

I also CONFESS...I'm too lazy to type them out, so you get the pics of the note from my phone.

I confess...that I wasn't going to post a FC today, but felt guilty to not link up with Mamarazzi because I love her so much (small girl crush here).

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend!!  *muah*

Friday Confessional

 I'm linking up with the one and only Mamarazzi for her Friday Confessional.

• I think my body is in shock from not having anything fried this week.  It's just not used to this level of healthy-ness.  I confess that I wrote that last week, before I went and screwed it up.  I had good intentions.
• I confess that I want to start a photo meme, but I don't think anyone would play along...and someone would probably tell me that I'm copying someone.  Plus, every good name I come up with for it has already been used.  Apparently, I'm not very original.
• I confess that I HATE that we now have to add the area code to our phone calls.  I've had to reprogram every number in my phone...and I have to redial EVERY call I make!  SO. ANNOYING.  Do you have to do that where you live? 
• I confess that I remember when all we had to dial was 5 digits to make a local call.  I sound OLD.
• I confess that I can NOT believe that is all I have to confess.  Seems as though I've been on my best behavior. 
• I'll try to correct that before next Friday.

Hope you all have a FABULOUS Friday!!

Don't forget to enter my Shabby Apple giveaway - {click here}

Love and Rockets,
jennykate

Friday Confessional and CSN Giveaway Winner

Areeeeee yoooooooooooou ready for some Friday Confessions??? (said in my best WWF commentator voice)








I confess that I have a skinny mirror.  I look at myself in it everyday before leaving the house.  It gives me the boost of confidence I need to get out the door.  Without it, I may never leave the house. 

I confess that I sneezed banana nut muffin all over the place in the break room yesterday morning.  I could feel the sneeze coming and had just taken a large bite of muffin.  I couldn't hold it in.  I might have choked to death. 

I confess that laundry is taking over my house.  The clean piles REFUSE to put themselves away and the dirty piles ARE NOT cleaning themselves. 

I confess that while walking out of Applebee's a dryer sheet fell out of my jeans.  I just kept walking.  At least it wasn't a pair of bikini panties.  Happened to my aunt one time was at the chiropractor's office.  True story.  When the receptionist picked them up with her pencil and asked to the waiting room "who do THESE belong to??"  My aunt just sat there and looked at everyone else.  I think there were a couple of guys in there waiting with her...they HAD to have known they were hers.  Hilarious! 

I also confess that the winner of my $40 CSN giveaway is...Entry #37 - Becca from The Texas Darlings!!!! Congrats, Becca!!!!  I'll send you your code ASAP!

Have a great Friday!!

Love and Rockets,
jennykate♥

Friday Confessional - 02.25

It is that time again.

Time to purge sins and cleanse the soul...and link up with Mamarazzi's Friday Confessional.

 

I confess that I bought a boyfriend for Flat Mama and Flat Mimi...

and then I left him in Impulsive's purse after a wild and crazy GNO.

So, she left him in the mailbox for me the next day. 

Do you have Pocket Jacob's just randomly show up in your mailbox? 

I didn't think so.

I confess that we took Flat Shawn out and showed her a good time. 

She's such a lush. 

(this pic cracks me up...we were at Fox and Hound Pub/Grille...she's the Fox and he's the Hound...get it?!  I kill myself.)

She also took Flat Mimi and Flat Mama's boyfriend for a spin.

I confess that our little GNO trifecta can NOT take self-portraits worth a hoot. 

Thanks to some random drunk girls in the parking lot, we finally got a semi-good pic.

I'm finding some ugly friends. STAT.

I confess that I am so awkward/weird...especially on elevators.  I dont' know what it is, but I have this insatiable desire to say something.  I can't just stand their quietly.  It drives me crazy.  I always end up saying something weird.  Like this morning, I accidentally pushed floor 3 and no one was getting off on 3.  So, I say "oh, I guess our imaginary friend is getting off on 3".  Then, when the doors open, I say "have a nice day"!...to the imaginary friend, of course. 
*insert weird looks from fellow elevator riders*

Hope you all have a fabulous Friday!!

love and rockets,

jennykate♥

Friday Confessionals - 2.18

I confess...that I have been in a pissy mood this week.

This is me, JennyKate, making a public apology to anyone I was hateful, crabby, bitchy, or mean to this week.

I solemnly swear to be back to my chipper self. STAT.


I confess...that Impulsive tells me everyday that she is going to the gym and everyday I say things like "that's great" or "you're so good" or "I'm so proud of you".

Note to self: Hello!! That's what skinny people get to say. Um, reality check, JK. You're not the skinny person in this relationship...get your fat azz to the gym!

I would also like to confess (profess, but these are confessionals, not professionals...whatever that is) my love for HeyTell. It's the best app evah. If you have an iPhone and don't have it, get it. All the cool kids are doing it. It's kind of like you're talking on a walkie talkie or CB radio on your iPhone.

"Two, four, niner, five, six, seven"..."I can't hear you, you're trailing off and did I catch a niner in there? Were you calling from a walkie-talkie?" (Who can tell me what movie this quote is from...without Googling it?)

I've been watching episodes of Dukes of Hazzard so that I can perfect my CB radio lingo...like 10-4, over, roger that, do you have your ears on, do ya read me, over and out, etc. Impulsive and I even have our own handles. I'm Goldie Locks and she's Black Beauty. We're so cool.

I don't know if you guys know this, but CB lingo was like the beginning of abbreviated speech/text messaging. They say things like "O.L." – Wife ("Old Lady") and "O.M." – Husband ("Old Man"). They've been using this stuff for years! Those truckers were ahead of their time!

This isn't a confession really, just kinda funny...

Y'all heard about all the people who got sick after a party at the Playboy mansion, right? There were like 170 people who were diagnosed with Legionnaires Disease.

I know, I know.

I thought it would be herpes or VD too, but nope.

So, yesterday morning, my aunt was just recapping the Playboy news story to me in the car on the way to work...and then she proceeds to tell me that she's pretty sure that's what she had last week.

oh, realllllly??

My family is whack sometimes yo.

I know what you're thinking and NO she is not a Playboy Bunny...and she has not recently been to Cali.
What do you have to confess? Go over to Mamarazzi's and join in the fun of Friday Confessionals!

Have a fabulous Friday!! Enjoy your weekend!

Goldie Locks, over and out.

Friday Confessionals - 2.11

I confess that I only read fiction.  Usually it's YA (young adult) fiction at that.  I'm so mature.

I confess that while snowed in for a fifty-two days (or 5 + 2, whatev), my monthly week of PMSing perfectly coincided with cabin fever.  Definitely one of my shining moments.

I confessss that I start making notes about Friday Confessionals on Friday...of the week before...immediately after that week's FCs post.  I don't want to miss anything confessional worthy.  Plus, it keeps me from fabricating information for entertainment purposes (i.e. lying.  You know where you go for lying right?  Coweta.  It's a town about 15 miles from here and they were our rivals in school while I was growing up.  I've always said that.  Sorry if anyone from Coweta reads my blog.  I guess I don't still feel that way, but old habits are hard to break.)

I confess that I felt like I had been transplanted in Alaska last week.  Where's my igloo?

I confess that I am addicted to My Life As Liz on MTV.  Yes, I'm 16 (x's 2 plus 1).  I love that girl.  While being snowed in I watched the Season 1 marathon.

Yes, I'm easily addicted to things.

Have you been hanging around these parts long?  Never. Ever. Ever. introduce me to crack...or meth...or crank or coke or LSD...or any other illegal stimulant.  My track record says that I'd be dead in a gutter missing all of my teeth in less than a month...but from what I hear I'd be skinny.

Hmmmm...tempting...very tempting.

Anycrackwhore,  I also need to confess that after watching the Season 1 of MLAL (we're on acronym basis now), I really want to go to prom again.  Let's have a prom!  Who's with me?!

Speaking of crackwhore habits, I went 7 days without Starbucks.  *GASP*...big huge *GASP*.  I've been admitted to the Radar Institute and am currently undergoing intense therapy.  You can forward all of my mail and correspondence to:

JennyKate
c/o Radar Institute
78000 Crackwhore Drive
Tulsa, Ok 74146

I just made that up, so do not try to send me mail there.  You'll waste your 44 cents.

Love and Rockets, 
JennyKate

Friday Confessional - 2.04

'Tis Friday, which meanest thou must confessith thy transgressions.




 I confess I take random videos of myself.

This one was taken while I was checking out my hair and make-up with my 8mm App. There's more where that came from.

I also confess that my child thinks he's Indiana Jones.  He wears an Indiana Jones hat EVERYWHERE we go...church, Hell-Mart, Granny's...he even wanted to wear it to school.  Of course, I let him.  He makes me laugh.  He's got me right where he wants me.


I confess I ate all of these.

Please note the words "BIG BAG"...which goes perfectly with my BIG AZZ.

 I confess that while watching KIMORA: Life In The Fab Lane, I realized that there are people in this world who do not pump their own gas.  For reals?  What the?  Get your butt out of the car and pump some gas yo.

You just haven't lived until you've pumped some gas.

I confess that my 7 year old says "what the?" religiously.  Just trying to keep up appearances for my Mother of the Year Award.

What do you confess?  Please, for the love of everything holy, make it good (and by good, I mean bad) and juicy.  Make me feel normal.  Just look at it as your challenge for the week.

Friday Confessional

First of all,  who gave Barack Obama my e-mail address?  Do one of you have something you'd like to tell me?  He emails me every day. I confess...I didn't even vote for him.  Is that too personal? 

Impulsive (along with an assist from Hotpants...yeah, I confess, I'm a name dropper, so what?) decided that we're going to end every tweet (twit/twat) with "BOO-YAH".  Just because.  An acceptable alternative would be "Ooooo, burn".  If you need any Twitter advice, just let us know, because it's obvs that we've got that shiz in the bag.

I confess I smell like hazelnut coffee because I spilled half of my cup on myself as I was trying to get in my office door.  Superb.  Osmosis does not work with caffeine.

I confess it's January 28th and my Christmas tree is still up in my living room.  I've been thinking of putting some red hearts on it and calling it "Valentine's Day Tree".

I confess that I'm a creature of habit.  Remember the store I mentioned in my Friday Confessional last week, Kum and Go? 

Well, it's a real store in my hood.  I frequent it often. 

I stop there at least 3-5 times a week for a cup of coffee.  A large 24oz coffee flavored with hazelnut creamer.  It lasts me the whole way to work and for my first hour or so at my desk.  It ain't the Bux, but it's coffee.  Small towners can't be choosey yo.

I confess that I am only answering Impulsive Addicts texts with emoticons. 

She was always taunting me with these little smiley faces and piles of poo...so, I had to be like her and get my own.  I'm hooked.

I confess that I went a little overboard at Amazon this week.  Between the e-books for my Kindle and my Twilight related purchases, I spent a small fortune.  DON'T YOU JUDGE ME.  It's a long freakin' time until 11.18.11.  I have to have something to fill my Twi-void.

I confess that I can NOT sew.  Brandy @ You Don't Know has some serious sewing skillz.  She said that it's not that hard...blah blah blah.  Whatevs, Brandy.  I've tried sewing before and I failed miserably.  I sewed this pair of "pants" and I say "pants" because they weren't really pants...well, I guess if your waist to crotch measured 3 feet and your legs were 1 foot long...then, yeah, they would have worked for you.  Here, I drew a little illustration for you:

That is all.

What do you confess?  Click on over to Mamarazzi's and link up.  Tell us all about it.  Make it good (and by good I mean bad) and juicy.  It'll make us feel better about ourselves.