Confessions: Hitting the Links

No, we aren't going golfing. Although while we're on the subject, Trent Edwards and his Coach of Continuity played in the celebrity golf tourney over the weekend. They didn't win.
I think that's a record. I only got one sentence into a confessions post before mentioning Trent Edwards (and now I've done it twice).

• Coach wastes a lot of time on facebook. One of the things he did was create a "list", by Saturday he announced to Tony and I that there were roughly 15 women (including Tiffani Amber Theisan and Stacy Dash) he would leave me for. This might have been because I insisted on putting make-up on him.

• Looks like Saturday night at my house.

• I don't have a list but in an attempt to keep up with Coach I've begun to compile a list of men that I would leave him for... I've got (the obvious) T.E., Tre Cool of Green Day even though his name is so lame, Johnny Depp, Robert Downey Jr... I have a long way to go before I catch up with his fifteen, but I'm open to suggestions.

• I love freeze pops. There are only 30 calories so you can eat 3 of them and have only consumed 90 calories (did you catch that stellar math?). That's less than one of those 100 calorie packs they charge you so much for. (did you see that? I not only multiplied, I subtracted as well. My mental prowess is on full display now)

• Coach and I spent our evening playing Rummy and watching WWE's Monday night RAW. I learned a few things from our time together. 1. I'm totally better at Rummy than I am Scrabble. 2. It's perfectly acceptable for men to go on television in spandex undies and a T-shirt and hang out together. 3. Watching two grown men in spandex undies and T-shirts debate whether Seth Green is more like Hornswaggle or a Hobbit is not a waste of my time. Actually I might even go so far as to say it was the best 13 minutes of my life.

• As way of an apology for the last confession I give you a few fun music videos. This one is for Tony, since he claims to never have seen it. Click the link.

• I have nothing extra to say about this except there is a little truth in every joke. (name that show)

• Because I didn't feel that watching wrestling lowered my IQ enough I also tuned in to watch, The T.O. Show on VH1. There were scantily clad women, a "good Christian girl" that hooked up with T.O., T.O. working out in the pool and an entire segment dedicated to discussing a fart that took place during a car ride. I don't know what kind of a loser would dedicate an entire conversation to a fart that took place in a car.

• According to the facebook quiz which Harry Potter character are you? I'm Luna Lovegood. For those of you unfamiliar with Luna, here's the facebook summerization of her/me. You are a bit odd. Sometimes your friends and others around you just don't get you. You love to daydream and are always off in another world. You're a very good friend though, just a bit distracted sometimes. You are talented and also very firm in your beliefs. You don't care what other people think about you. You're unique and you just love you. hm...frighteningly accurate I'd say.

• I confess, I'm unable to decide if I should end this post with a video about Darth Vader or MC Hammer...

I'm curious to know. How much of your time did you waste following my ridiculous links?

Confessions of the Genetically Awesome

Oh yeah, it's that time again. I love to confess. Partly because it's inanely foolish (and we all need a little foolishness from time to time), partly because it gives me an excuse to google Trent Edwards and partly because I can be completely random and no one complains about the lack of continuity.

• I just spent a ridiculous amount of time googling (not to be mistaken with ogling) Trent Edwards in search of a specific picture to share with you guys. I never found it. I enjoyed looking.

• My search of Trent Edwards turned up this picture. I have no answers.

• I have already confessed my love of the Jonas Brothers, but apparently I'm not alone. For the second time in a year they are debuting an album at #1 on the Billboard charts. I helped get them there. That's right. I bought Lines, Vines and Trying Times. I told you I loved them.

• Yes, I realize that most of the other people who helped get the Jonas to #1 are under 14 years old. Whatever, Homegirl understands me.

• Ever since Dione confessed that she had a Rootbeer float for breakfast one morning I've considered doing the same thing on several occasions. I just never seem to have any root beer in the house...

• Today I received and e-mail that included the line, "So he farts. In his own face." Need I say more?

• I've considered posting before and after pictures of the rooms in my house as I de-clutter them. The only reason I haven't is because I'm so mortified by how much crap I've kept laying around this tiny house. Seriously we've more than half-filled our 5x10 storage unit and donated like 1o-20 garbage bags full of stuff to the Goodwill already.

• That's not really my house. My house didn't look that bad...my junk was more organized. (also not my house.)

• My cousin, Butter and I determined that our overwhelming awesomeness is a genetic trait. You may marvel if you like, but don't stare. It's rude.

• The names I use on this blog are childhood nicknames. Except for Homegirl, I just did that because I'm evil.

• My whole family has become obsessed with True Blood. It's really not that good but there is something strangely addictive about it. Maybe it's Jason Stackhouse...

All right I can't think of a better way to end a confessions blog then with a picture of a shirtless Ryan Kwanten unless, of course, it's with comments of your own confessions.

Confessions of a Confessionaholic

Yesterday I may have indicated that I intended to let my mind wander over deep, thought provoking and life-changing topics. I have done just as promised and I will now share these earth shattering thoughts with you in an attempt to make you more Dali Lama-esque or, at the very least, as mind numbingly foolish as me.

• I feel pretty confident that I just invented the word Confessionaholic. Perhaps one day "they" will stage an intervention to get me to shut-up. I won't go quietly.

• I'm currently listening to country music. I'm only mildly ashamed. Click the Link. Do it.

• I just wasted an unreasonable amount of time watching country music videos on youtube.

• After watching today's video for the Bill's Organized Team Activities (OTAs), I've decided that Trent Edwards needs to work out his lower body some. That boy is too skinny. He's going to get killed out there with all the full-sized men. (Yes, I did just call a 6'4" 230 lb man undersized)

• Welcome! to my newly "adopted" sister, Molly. Say he's cute and we'll get along just fine. (he's the one in the middle in case you are blind.)

• When I showed Punk the above picture she responded as such, "Let us pray: Thank you, Jesus, for making Trent Edwards... thank you for putting him into a profession in which there are many pictures of him on the Internet. Amen. " And we all say, AMEN!

• I love this commercial. It makes me want to sing in a cab with a middle-aged fat guy.

• David Beckham is Coach's man-crush. I realize that this confession isn't actually mine, but since we are "one" in the eyes of God I'm going to act like it's O.K. to make confessions on Coach's behalf.

• The term man-crush makes me giggle.

• I was really aggravated with the powers that be when they postponed releasing the sixth Harry Potter movie. However, every time I watch the preview, all is forgiven.

Honestly I could go on like this all day. However, I feel you've been sufficiently abused for today. You are dismissed.

Confessions, Part Deux

Since I clearly hide so much in my regular postings I feel the need to purge myself through confession once again. I will be happy to take whatever punishment you believe necessary for this. I'll also try really really hard to not link every confession to a picture of a boy I find cute this time, unless of course you're into that too...

• I have maturity issues



• I don't always brush my hair in the morning, some days I go all day without brushing my hair. I kinda figure if I brush my teeth, I'm good. Honestly how much brushing is really necessary?



• Last month when I had the flu and a fever of 102.7 I still managed to drag myself out of bed, shower, blow dry and straighten my hair and put on full make-up before collapsing back into bed. Vanity is cruel and foolish.



• I'm an awful speller. I'm pretty sure if it wasn't for spellcheck and Punk this blog would be unintelligible. (I looked that word up.)



• When I hear the word google changed into a verb (i.e. I googled Robert Pattinson) it sounds vaguely dirty to me and I spend a moment wondering what exactly it is to "google" someone.



• I've googled myself before.

• I've been an odd combination of motivated and tired lately and while some (Mr. Punk) might want to blame my good friend Latte I don't believe it's Latte's fault. Latte wouldn't do that to me. Latte loves me.



• The Muppet's are awesome and sometimes I just look up this video so "my kids can watch it" *wink wink*. Sometimes when it's over I find myself clapping and crying, "Again, again, I love repetition!" in an English accent.



• I'm only posting this because I know Punk can't resist clicking the link. As for the rest of you I consider it my civic duty to help you waste your day so you may click the link as well. forgive me.

• You may have noticed that I made it through a whole post without mentioning or posting a link to a certain Quarterback. It's part of a twelve step program. So here is a video starring Not Trent Edwards.

Try not to judge me, I know I make it hard. But seriously leave a confession in the comment section, I bet you find it very freeing. You might even want to take your bra off when you are done.