I'm totally stealing this idea. I read about it first here, and then of course read the additional sister versions here and here. That lead to my own sister's edition, which of course meant that I couldn't resist.
I hate to admit...
- That I'm addicted to anything fizzy. No, scratch that... because that wouldn't even be so bad. I'm actually addicted to anything NOT DIET that's fizzy. Trust me people, I've tried to like the other stuff. It's just wrong. When I hear people say they can't live without their DIET COKE (or any diet soda, for that matter) I experience extreme feelings of negativity... usually directed at them. (Sorry, Shayla... I still love you)
- That I will try in the very near future to, yet AGAIN, make myself like diet soda. What was that definition of insanity I once heard?
- That I really dislike visiting teaching. That, my friends, is putting it mildly. I hate that I have to do it (or rather, should do it). I hate that other people (aka women I don't know) have to come visit me when I would rather them NOT. I realize it's infinite potential for both giving and receiving blessings, but seriously... do we have to bring my social anxiety into my home?
- That I'm starting Weight Watchers (AGAIN) tomorrow. Need I say more?
- That my bathrooms have gone months at a time without seeing any Clorox and most of the time I just really don't care.
- That I'm glad the original owners of this house had such terrible taste in kitchen flooring. I can now go
monthsweeks without mopping and nobody can even tell.
- That I just had to do a google search to figure out how to use strikethrough in blogger.
- That I have a sister who does oober-cool designs for many-a-person's blog, but I haven't even asked her to do mine. Am I a loser for using pre-made templates?
- That I secretly like Hamburger Helper and make it for my family.
- That it only just occurred to me that there are apparently A LOT of people who think that Hamburger Helper is disgusting and I might need to be embarrassed by my last admission.
- I kind of wish they'd call me to some really high-ranked calling, but every time I get ANY calling I always end up wishing I didn't have to do so much work. (Okay, any work, but still...)
- That my sister thinks that she's a loser and that I'm cool. I happen to think that I'm a loser and that she's cool. Does that make both of us cool or both of us losers?
- That I'm a total blog-stalker. If you're not sure who's out there secretly reading your blog, don't worry... it's just me.
- That I'm more addicted to my child's pacifier than he is. Can you say plug, anyone?
- That I wish it were socially acceptable for my 4 (almost 5) year old to have a pacifier. I can't get that kid to shut up sometimes. What's worse is that the 10% that is sooooo adorable, almost makes up for the 90% that makes me want to blow my brains out.
- That it's after 11 o'clock and I'm seriously considering eating something more. (After all... if I'm starting WW tomorrow, then this is kind of my "last night".)
- That I compare the way I feel about starting Weight Watchers tomorrow to the way a criminal would feel the day before heading to the electric chair. (See above... last meal, anyone?)
- That I've spent an hour on this post and we haven't even hit the tip of this iceberg!
6 comments:
So glad you did this post, you are always funnier than me. I laughed so hard at your visiting teaching comment. I SO had that one written down, almost verbatim and then deleted it. I figured I might lose ALL my good, strong LDS friends if I admitted I dislike church AND visiting teaching all in one post and then cussed on top of it all. Lovely, Shayla. So glad Mom and Dad are reading this on their mission! Yeah, and it's after 11 as I read this and my tummy is really rumbling. Weight Watchers again, Jen? You are my hero. Maybe if I doubled my Lexapro dosage I could handle the stress of being on a diet. I should do it just to support you, but it literally makes me feel like I'm giving up the ONE GOOD THING IN MY LIFE. I know, emotional eating problems much? Still coughing and hacking and generally wishing mom would come and make me chicken soup and rub my forehead and say, "bless your heart!", but hoping it will be all gone by tomorrow. Let's do hair this week, I can't stand mine anymore. Bye.
so i just have to say, i laughed out loud at this post! i'm glad you've come out of obscurity. yay for super COOL sisters, who are not at all losers. however, if you guys don't attend the next girls night out, then i might just have to change my opinion. ;)
To make you feel better about VT, I told them I just wouldn't do it. Took myself off a route for two years. In the last six months they have come asking again. I told the Pres. she could make me a VT and get zero on her monthly reports or give those people to someone else who might actually do it. Pretty sure I am now on the RS problem list.
Oh my goodness, all of us and our sisterly insecurities! Isn't it crazy how our sister's can be our best of friends and yet we think that they are the coolest, funniest, etc. and that they think we are? I don't think that even made sense, but you might still understand what I'm talking about!
I'm so glad you did this post! I however, am feeling like everyone else's were so much more revealing than mine, and I loved it! I wish I could go back and do mine over now!
My bathroom and your bathroom could be best friends.
And then me, and you, and Shayla could form a group against VT'ing, except you guys won't be in as bad of standing, since I'm not technically 'active' in church right now and still hate it.
And pronouncing that it's my "last night" to do just about anything is my favorite. I did it a lot right before I had each of my kids. It was like a week straight of "this is my last time of...before I have a newborn..." It seriously is my favorite.
So glad I can stalk your blog now, thanks for stalking mine!
I think we all might be kindred spirits!
I never ever go visiting teaching. I hate to admit that I have committed to meeting a partner for an appointment and then forgetting and not showing up. And I never even called or apologized. Classy right? I cannot begin to fathom having any affection for regular soda. It's the grossest thing ever. And the giant kid plug? I still dream of giving Aubrey's back to her. It takes so much longer for her to fall asleep. I really only took it away out of social pressure. I think a GNO, which by the way always reminds me of obgyn, is in need. Maybe we should all bring our own drinks, but it seems as though the food we can all agree on is chocolate!
Let's do hair this week,
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