Confession 2/22

I desperately seek my family's approval. especially my moms.

Confession 2/21

I used to be afraid to talk to the person at the bowling alley and tell them my shoe size. I was also afraid to call and order pizza. I'm not sure what I was afraid of, but i didn't want to do it. I wish I was still afraid of that one. It's one fear I should not have overcome.

Lent Confession 2/20

When I was in college, sophmore year, I dropped a bowling class because it was at 8am. That same semester I struggled to pass a foods class--I hoped it would be like foods in high school and it was actually a lot harder (missing class dropped me to a C but I got it back up). Same semester I took an intro to guitar class. Upon arriving I learned my professor had a "grade-yourself" philosophy. I got out with an A and could only play a really rough "You Are My Sunshine." My favorite class that semester was volleyball but it was on Friday's at 10 which interfered with our Friday brunch so I tried to skip out and had to convince the woman to give me an A-. And every Wednesday I had snowboarding. That was a great semester!

Confession 2/19

I once left a note on a guys car. I really liked him. That's about as bold as I've ever been (I was 22). I need to be a little more brave.

Confession 2/18 **favorite so far...

When I was in 4th grade I was outside riding my bike with my sister Sarah, my friend Shara and some other street rats. It was a boring Saturday afternoon and we'd already gone around the neighborhood a few times. Our neighborhood was one of those cookie cutter suburban neighborhoods where there were a few model homes and then all the houses in the neighborhood were adaptations of those few models. The neighborhood was still new, it was called Fountain Glen, and I'd been inside some of the model homes with my mom and loved how fancy they all looked with fake food and furniture.

So like I was saying, we had been riding around for a while and boredom was starting to kick in. Somehow we found ourselves on the front lawn of one of the model homes. We chatted a bit in the front yard and thought about how cool it'd be to go play inside. Luckily, someone found an open window on the side of the house. I remember that Shara went first and I was scared to DEATH!! I knew I was NOT supposed to go inside that house. But Shara was fun so I went in after her. We shimmied in the window and onto the floor of the dining room. Shara took off upstairs while I looked around the main floor. I don't think we were in the house for very long when a red truck pulled into the drive way. We freaked out! As fast as we could, we reverse-shimmied back out the window. We slowly walked toward the front of the house (which was stupid-we should have just stayed in the back, I remember thinking that) but the man in the truck had seen us. He came over to greet us not-so-warmly. There we were, straggly haired, probably dressed in hand-me-downs with suspicious scowls on our faces. He pulled out a Polaroid camera and TOOK OUR PICTURE!!! I remember him asking where our parents were (we were smart enough to lie) and then he told us that if anything was missing in the house we'd be in trouble with the police. I think I burst into tears as soon as I was back on my bike. My sister Sarah, two years younger, handled it a lot cooler than I did. Both she and Shara were telling me not to worry about it; that nothing was going to happen. I went straight home, put back on my roller skates and played in the garage where I belonged.

(I still know exactly which house was...it's still there, but not a model...this is like 1987-88ish. This is a very dark spot on my childhood history. But it's to be expected. You already know what kind of role models I sought after (see blog below)).

Lent Confession 2/17

When I was in elementary school, in the harsh neighborhoods just outside D.C., I remember fondly library day. I still remember certain mornings my mother sending me off to school reminding me that today I'd go to the library. I had my purple cloth bag I used as a school bag and off I'd skip to school.

What I don't think my mother ever knew was that I'd often check the same two books out of the library. Both were about the up and coming stardom of two female vocalists: Madonna and Cyndi Lauper.
I remember looking through the many photos mezmerized by the fashion and "beauty" that I was in awe of. I was in 2nd or 3rd grade.

I also recall my first music video EVER in 3rd grade. I was at my friend Lavinia's house (she was Indian) and we were watching MTV. I remember Bon Jovi running across the stage, hair flowing in the wind, holding fast to the microphone stand, singing Living On A Prayer. I still love that song!

Lent Confessional 2/16

I love black jelly beans.

Confession 2/15

MTV's the Real World is a pretty crazy show I hear. I haven't seen it in years. But I do remember watching bits of London and then the one in Paris. All because of this guy: I have a big fat crush on C.T. and have since Paris. He's the actual reason I moved to Boston. And I'm so glad there's another Real World/Road Rules Gauntlet for me to waste away my brain, watching some of my favorite MTV characters...mostly C.T. and Coral. They are why I watch and why I'll continue to watch.

I just love that I don't have to faithfully watch because eventually they'll show the whole thing in marathon fashion and I'll just waste away one afternoon. Thanks to my sick day yesterday, and the lack of creative ideas on MTV I was able to get all caught up!

Confession 2/14

This confession isn't going to be very good but let's see what comes out of my ranting. I was up sick ALL night long. Yes. Gross. Horrible. Exhausting. I decided, however, that I didn't want to take a sick day since I'm taking off Monday. I decided to try to go into work late. PLUS I was supposed to go to the Boston Ballet tonight. They're opening Romeo & Juliet. To make a long story short, I made it to work and fifteen minutes later (ten in the bathroom) was on my way home again. I also called to give up my ticket to the ballet (a tear slowly fell down her face). My confession?

I'm not the superwoman I think I am and sometimes I get sick. I know it's hard to hear, but it's true. Please don't be disappointed in me.

that and my first concert was New Kids On The Block in 4th grade. And HONESTLY, I was never a fan. My friend Valarie just really wanted to go and I really wanted to go to a concert. I remember I wore my Sverige is Fantastik T-shirt and Danny was swinging from the rafters. Really. That's all I remember.

Lent Confession 2/13

sometimes I'll buy a huge bag of trailmix at costco. usually, after about a week or so, I'll end up picking out all the m&m's and raisins. this part makes me happy. then I'm left with a huge boring bag of nuts. what am I supposed to do with that?