Confession: Please Forgive Me

Please forgive me, as it’s been over a month since my last confession and blog post. Where does the time go?

This fall we’ve had the pleasure of hosting our foreign exchange daughter, Kate. It seems like yesterday she arrived and we talked about doing so many things. She leaves next week for her next family, and I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone.

My baby is turning four. She’s a walking encyclopedia on the topic of dinosaurs. And then there’s the matter of the holidays fast approaching. Thanksgiving is upon us in a matter of 48 hours!  Christmas and New Year’s will be here, as well as our big family trip to Walt Disney World. Good grief Charlie Brown.

Is your life like mine? I’m not complaining. I am very blessed. Sometimes it simply feels like I’m sprinting along side a car, trying to catch up like the scene in “Home for the Holidays” where Holly Hunter is being strung along while her brother Robert Downey Jr. keeps inching the car forward, not allowing her to catch up. This is one of my favorite movies of all time by the way AND it’s a Thanksgiving flick.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Confession: I don’t like celery not even a little

CSA veggies 2/2/10I consider myself an adventurous eater. I’ll try anything. I’ve eaten what some people will never try: frog, sushi, squid, snails, liver, goat, etc. I’ve done quite a bit of traveling, and I always try the local fare.

But…

But, I really detest celery.

I don’t know what it is about celery that turns me off, but I just don’t like it. I will eat it, but if given the choice I’ll avoid it. No amount of cooking it, seasoning it, layering it with sauce, or dunking it in dip makes it better.

 

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Confession? No, It’s Honesty

bubbles!Today’s Guest Confession is by Pamela, a stay at home mommy to a free-spirited two and a half year old little girl. She’s been married for almost four years without strangling her Husband. She likes to spend her free time by baking and writing.

I don’t bathe my daughter every day. I bathe her like 3 to four times a week. Because really? She doesn’t sweat much and she’s only two. But if she rolled around in the mud, poured yo baby yogurt all over her hair and its all a matted mess, then that’s a different story.

Sometimes, you just need a wipe to clean her hands because she just squished that spider with her cute little finger. Now, before you go saying that I have a stinky two year old, come and smell her. She smells way cleaner than you. She smells of peaches and chocolates because that’s what I bathe her in.

I don’t iron her clothes either. And honestly if she’s not going to meet the Queen of England or the President of the United States then why iron her clothes? She does look presentable and super cute, might I add but why should I iron her clothes if she’s going to be running, dancing, jumping, taking off her clothes and putting on new non-matching clothes? It’s just a waste of electricity if I chose to iron every item in her closet. I do, however run the iron on her dresses, before she wears them, if we are going to a special occasion like Christmas. I have a lot of photographers in my family that might take photographic proof that there is a wrinkle in her cute little dress or God forbid, her bloomers.

You can close your mouths now. I’m done. ‘Till next time!

Pamela can be found on her blog called A Day in the Life and you can follow her on Twitter.com/VampireSmitten

Confession: I love to grocery shop

Finally managed to start using canvas bags at the grocery storeMost people I know hate to grocery shop. I love it, and I’m not afraid to admit it. I love to cook, so to be in the grocery store is like being in a world of possibilities. Everything is so fresh and new. I have to resist buying one of everything in the produce isle. I’ve done this before, and then had a problem on my hands later. A family can only eat so much fresh produce in a week’s time.

Sure, I have times when I’m tired or don’t feel like running to the store. However, most of the time, I’m happy to go. I’m even more elated if I can go without kids. It’s an hour to myself to walk, visit with people, actually read labels and check prices, pay attention to coupons, and check out without whining.

How about you? Do you love to grocery shop too?

Confession: I hate getting the mail

...It’s not that I mind the walk down to the mailbox. I actually enjoy a reason to walk down the driveway, and getting the mail works as a great reason. I simply don’t like getting the mail. As a kid I remember loving the mail. I’d happily check the mailbox, and occasionally there would actually be something for me. Back then I got a summer weekly reader, cards from grandparents, and letters from pen pals I signed up for through school. Now, all I get is bills, credit card offers, and junk mail. Once in a while I get a letter or some pictures from friends, but now with email and Facebook, most people don’t bother with snail mail.  Therefore, my odds of getting anything worthwhile aren’t great.