So. I joined in last week and, due to adequate positive reinforcement, and lack of anything better to post, beside cute pics of my monkeys, lemme jump in again.
I, Brandy Nichole Anderson Roth, do hereby confess:
1. I have a cashmere sweater that I got for 80% off and I love it and have worn it like 6 times without having it cleaned and I think I should have it cleaned, but I haven't yet. (I'm wearing it right now, purrrrrr.)
2. I am really close to adopting another pet, despite my husbands explicit and unreasonable order not to. In fact, he threatened to leave me if I do. (I only have 1 cat and I almost always clean up after her, eventually.)
3. I've never finished a Jane Austen Book. I think they are very dry and not witty or amusing. I also don't enjoy Austenian movies. (Hey, I should have saved that for my I've Never post.)
4. I like having sex more than my husband. (More often, not more in degrees of liking, but possibly both ... if I were a guy, I'd totally be jealous of certain aspects of female anatomy).
5. I have this fear that there is something terribly wrong with me and the doctors have never been able to diagnose it. Heart palpitations, headaches and migraines, easily bruised, frequent, rather extreme nausea, erratic and intense emotions. I might just be a female hypochondriac tho.
6. The only two times I've been asked to speak in sacrament meeting were, coincidentally, for Pioneer Day and I hated writing the talks and hated giving them. I'm not sure I even like pioneers.
7. I peed my pants in school in 4th grade because I was too intimidated to ask the teacher if I could be excused. A girl who was not my friend, Cynthia, noticed and commented.
8. I'm not a good mom at all, and my kids seem to love me anyway ... I worry about them.
9. I never believe any nice thing anyone ever says to me; they are misinformed.
10. I voted for Clinton in '96, Bush in '00, Bush in '04, and Obama in '08.
10. The Utah Frikken State Legislature voted DOWN a bill to END DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME and I was UNAWARE it was even up for consideration and thus did not rally support. I could DIE! I have failed my children, my neighbors, my community, my state, my nation, the world, and God.
Cute sweater tho, huh?!
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Seriously. Love the sweater. You are so hilarious, where do I even start? Peeing the pants-dang that Cynthia. I should beat her up. More pets? Well, if you eventually clean up after them, then I don't see why not. Me and hubby go through phases where I want sex more often than he does, and I always feel like there's something wrong with me, like we've been programmed that men are SUPPOSED to want it more often than women. Way to make a stand.
Thanks for playing! :)
Fantastic post! I think I visited before now but I am going to follow now.
That is a cute sweater!
That is very brave of you to admit the Austen secret. As much as I love her, I think you and I can still be friends! ;)
Oh, I am with you on the Austen. Ten minutes of Pride and Prejudice made my head spin. I think reading a lot of Bronte has ruined me for Austen.
Umm..if you get any skinnier, this friendship is OVER. You looked amazing in the sweater! Very 'all american I can't believe you have three kids esque'.
I never believe anything nice either. I feel that is is motivated out of pity or social obligation.
Ah, girl...you always make me giggle out loud in the morning, thank you :)
I want that sweater.
And I'm so with you on the Austen thing. I read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, thinking it would be a good lead-in, and I could barely make it through that. The zombie parts were still boring!
I love the sweater! You could always do what I've discovered is the college version of "cleaning," which simply means you spray it with febreeze every now and then. lmao!
wow Great confessionals... and yes the sweater is too cute!!!!
Dry cleaning is for suckers. I believe in the Jerry Seinfeld method of dry cleaning-- just use your fingernail to scratch off any dried bits you find.
And someday, maybe, somehow, I'll find a way to forgive you for voting for Bush, Jr. Why not a third party, at least? Sigh.
Why do you have to be a female hypochondriac? Why can't you just be a good ol' hypochondriac like me? We do totally have something wrong with us, though, we just haven't quite pinned it down yet. And we won't until our autopsies!! Oh, woe is us...
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