Comments on: These are my confessions.

By: motobu

motobu — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 23:05:49 +0000

well, that just comes across naturally. no encouragement needed.

i’ll tone it down a bit.

By: Temerity Jane » Blog Archive » These are my anti-confessions

Temerity Jane » Blog Archive » These are my anti-confessions — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:44:53 +0000

[...] balance myself back out after my confessions post, I want to tell you these [...]

By: TJ

TJ — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:04:57 +0000

Ah, yes, but I didn’t encourage people to be smug assholes.

By: motobu

motobu — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:01:44 +0000

4th paragraph, second every should be ever

you’re the one who encouraged people to comment.

By: BlueTiger

BlueTiger — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 11:29:54 +0000

Villa Villekulla…just you know, ’cause I’m brought up with the Swedish version and I’m a stickler for getting things right. Sorry.

You know there’s a Villa Villekulla for real? website: http://www.alv.se/pages/startsida_2009.asp?Lang=eng&sida=Ettan&language=e – possible vacation eh? *nudge nudge vink vink*

By: Mel

Mel — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:32:49 +0000

I let calls go to voicemail all the time. And then I immediately check the message because I hate to miss anything, and if I have a response I’ll generally send a text. That’s how much I hate the phone.

And another similar confession- I haven’t begun Christmas shopping yet either. I don’t even have lists or ideas, and I have a bajillion people to shop for! This is definitely an off holiday season for me. But, I’m going shopping Friday afternoon/evening, and will probably want to shoot myself (or someone else) by the time (if) I get home. Wish me luck!

By: Mikey

Mikey — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 02:20:11 +0000

I use the phrase “treachery is afoot!” at least a few times a week.

By: Mikey

Mikey — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 02:14:23 +0000

yeah i read that and thought it was a typo. I grew up on a marine corps air station and we called it a PX. I guess you learn something new everyday.

By: Shin Ae

Shin Ae — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:21:41 +0000

Confession 1: I’ve never seen Pippi Longstocking. I have only read the book.

Confession 2: I read lots of books as a child, and now I’m not sure which I really read and which I made up, or possibly happened to me. It is all very confusing.

Confession 3: In a related confession, I often forget large, very important portions of my life. Like, entirely forgetting an entire period of employment somewhere, that sort of thing. It gets embarrassing. Although at this point in my life when I suddenly remember something I’d forgotten I just consider it a nice surprise.

Confession 4: These things, along, possibly, with my pupils which are two different sizes (this happened a couple Januaries ago, out of the clear blue sky), occasionally make people look at me askance. Like for instance, when I am asked, “What did you do this weekend,” and I have to think about it for a really really long time, and ultimately can’t remember much, and then they assume that I can’t control myself around the recreational substances. The reality is (and here’s the confession part finally) I have never once used drugs in a recreational manner.

Confession Five: I haven’t even gotten as far as you have on this Christmas business. I am stressed about it, but not enough to actually do anything.

By: marymac

marymac — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 21:49:55 +0000

I am singlehandedly trying to bring back the words “Jinkies!” and “Zoinks!” to our language via twitter, so any help would be much appreciated.
Confession? Other than the obvious (I want to kidnap Jon Stewart) I’d say my passion for singing along loudly in the car to bad 80s songs is an embarrassment to both myself and my children.
BTW? Enjoyed my interview with you muches- it will up on my blog tomorrow morning at 6 am!
http://www.pajamasandcoffee.com/
Cheers!