Confession

When I see these in the road in my neighborhood, I want to run the damn things down.

They're so insulting. There are speed limits for a reason. How about I drive the recommended 25 miles an hour through the street, and you make sure your kids know not to run in front of my car?

And they're deceiving, because I think that moms who put these signs out are not actually wanting everyone to be aware that there are children in a suburban neighborhood (what?!). I think they just want to feel better about leaving their kids to play in the street unsupervised while they're in the house.

A little unhealthy anger does a body tense.

Confession

"My house is protected by both God and a gun, and if you try to burgle me, you will meet both!"

A comment made by my least favorite kind of person.

Confession

I voted, but Finley ate my "I Voted" sticker.

Confession

Mission of the week:
Finish writing the fifteen or so blog posts I have, unfinished, lined up in my queue.

I have high hopes.

Confession

I didn't watch Gilmore Girls when it was on the air. I was too underground for that (said with a sarcastic angsty tone, P.S.).

I love it now. LOVE it now. But as I watch it, I am suddenly clued in on the fashion choices of so many of my friends from high school.

The boots. The tights. The dusters. The hair.

I get you now, girls. I see where you are coming from.

Confession

Total weight loss so far: 30 pounds.
Just had to tell you.

Confession

Highlight of my day was overhearing a group of sweaty guys, just finishing up a basketball game at the Legacy Center, spot my Miss Lehi portrait in the lineup of has-beens on the wall, and say, "I'd do her."
Then, "Yeah, she looks nasty."
And, "She's got good eyes. I love green eyes."
And, "Good lips, too. I'd do her, too."
And finally, "Not too slutty."

I've never been so proud. I am just the right amount of slutty.

Confession

I'm so done with summer.

Bring on hot chocolate, falling leaves, smoky air, and a reason to watch Tim Burton movies.

Confession

Some days I wish I could turn back into a nine year-old so I can beat up the bullies that pick on my baby sister.

Confession

Happiness is a new season of Pawn Stars to watch on Netflix.

Confession

I'm kind of jealous of Emma right now. She's just beginning Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, and has no idea what fun she is in for.

I wish I could read it for the first time again.

Confession

Sometimes I purposely squirt Finley with the water gun. It makes me feel a little better for some reason.

Confession

I'm truly considering getting my teaching license and being a high school English teacher. Thoughts?

(And when I say truly considering, I mean I am, like, one day away from applying to the program.)

Confession

A word that's always resonated with me is "authentic." Not necessarily because I long to be authentic, but because it's been an honest way to describe me for many years. The truth is I cannot tell you how many times I want to Ctr + A and delete. Select all this blog and watch it disappear into the cyber-ether. I have moments every single day where I ache to be something more, more beautiful like my sister, much cooler than I am, more polished than I am. I find it difficult to function with even a speck of counterfeit in my life. Sometimes that means I open my blog, notice the font feels wrong, and shut my laptop with an exaggerated "ugh" and feel like a fake.

I ache for you, you reader who has copied and pasted word for word my thoughts and passed them off as your own. I know you thought I wouldn't find you, that the blogosphere is far too wide a field for me to possibly come across your blog. But I implore you to credit me and remove MY words, my authentic observations.

Faker.

Confession

I keep hearing stories of people saying, "I just have to prove everybody wrong; I have to prove they were wrong about me."
Well, color me privileged, but when I utter that statement, I say, "I have to prove everybody right; I just have to prove that they were right about me all along."
I'm so grateful that this is my biggest problem in life--letting people who believed in me say, "I told you so!"

Confession

I'm to that point in my week where I'm considering switching from coffee to alcohol.

Confession

Right now I have more drafts on my blog queue than finished posts. Wah.

Confession

Still just completely wrung out. But this is the nature of sponges--to release everything they had, then spend time re-absorbing so as to give again.
Sorry. Soon.

Confession

Second guessing myself is my greatest skill.

Confession

My favorite thing about 2011 so far: Hannah's sudden and inexplicable need to watch every episode of The Cosby Show.