Exposing The Truth (+Giveaway Winner)

Remember when I said this..."I'm just telling y'all right now. I'm a horrible liar. Ask Impulsive...or my husband. They'll tell you. I suck at lying. So, I'm going to give this my best shot."

Yeah, well.  Funny thing.  I sorta forgot to remove a lie, so there's 2. Apparently my "best shot" was not that great.

So, there are 2 lies and 4 truths...sorta.

Here's the dealio...

1. I'm head-over-heels for a boy whose name rhymes with Schmob Schmattinson. My husband knows all about it and he's OK with it. Tru dat.  Now, I use the work "OK" loosely.  Michael basically tolerates my crazy.
2. I LOVE tomatoes. I could eat them everyday. I especially love them when they've been picked right off the vine. I just slice them up, put a little salt on them, and dig in! LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE.  I HATE tomatoes.  I love everything a tomato makes (i.e. salsa, ketchup, marinara sauce, bruschetta, etc.).  I just hate raw tomatoes.  There like in a larvae state.  It's disgusting.
3. My favorite music in this whole wide world is rap...preferably rap from the 80's and 90's. It's my jam.  True.  I love rap.  It makes me wanna dance.
4. I'm an only child.  True.  Technically speaking.  I am my mother's only child.  I was raised an only child.  However, I do have 3 half-siblings and 2 step-siblings.
5. I refuse to spend big money on purses, shoes, etc. I think it is a total waste of money.  Yeah, pretty much a lie.  I LOVE Coach purses...and shoes, and perfume, and scarves, and hats, and luggage...I love it all.
6. One time, in Sunday School, to my mother's mortification, I said the word "bastard".  True.  I did that.    

Take a little side trip with me...

I was about 5 years old.  It was summertime and I had spent the majority of the weekend fishing on the river with my grandpa.  When we were fishing, my Grandpa would reach his hand down into the minnow bucket and he would say "come 'er you little bastard".  To my 5 year old mind, this just made sense.  We fished with "little bastards".

So, This particular Sunday morning, my teacher was asking the class what they had been doing all summer.  When she got to me and I answered "fishing", she proceeded to ask for details.  Where had we been fishing?  Did I catch any fish?  What had we been fishing with (bait, that sort of thing)?  To which I answered "little bastards".  To which the class of 5 years olds started asking "what's little bastards???  Mrs. Sandy, what's little bastards???" I'm sure she regrets asking me for details to this day. 

...and that's the truth.

love and rockets,
jennykate♥


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