Friday, May 6, 2011

Confessions

Reading this cause you think that it is going to be better than your best friends last confession that she waited 12 years to do and laid the priest right out on the floor?  Sorry to disappoint. I am not Catholic. I have nothing against Catholics  I just happen to not be one although my children will be going to Catholic School in the fall if I have not already gotten them kicked out. (another post for another day).

1.  I can NOT click my fingers.  How could I have been a cheerleader all through school and college and not be able to click?

2.   I absolutely undeniably with all my heart body and soul DETEST the song "OPEN ARMS".  I love Journey but I dislike this song with a passion.  Nope, it was not a 'romance gone wrong' or a bad experience at the school dance.  This song absolutely grates on my last nerve and I would probably run over small children or sweet little old ladies to turn it off wherever I am as to not have to listen to it. 

3.  I would hang glide and sky dive if given the chance.  However, the thought and/or sight of a mouse, rat or mice absolutely terrifies me. 

4.  Walking up a flight of escalators that are not in workingord ranks with the song "OPEN ARMS".  It drives me bonkers beyond belief

5.  I have always disliked my hair but loved my nose. 

6.  I have a tendency to be around 'needy people' more often than I should be.

7.  I have never really 'cleaned house' of friends but I think that I may need to do that.  Those that just 'suck the life out of you' are just not what I need in my life any more. 

8.  I no longer like mornings.  Bad thing is that I am not a particular night owl either.

9.  Those parents who yell profusely at their kids while playing sports need to have a muzzle or a free prostrate exam (yes women included).

10.  I confess that women drivers are horrid.  Help those who drive mini vans and don't get me started on other type vehicles.  Who thought of the idea of making a car that you can drive at the same time (OR TRY) while being in the back seat with your children?  REALLY?
 

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