I think David Letterman is sexy.
I watch The Family Guy. And I like it.
I don't enjoy American Idol.
I hate Karaoke.
I freaking love Journey.
I lied about my weight on my drivers license.
I cheated in college algebra.
I have nightmares about Jello. Just thinking about it gives me the heebie jeebies.
I don't think Beyonce is talented. At all. I think she sucks. And it pissed me off when I saw her on the cover of this month's In Style magazine.
I voted no on 102. (Save your comments and emails, it's over. You won.)
I don't like Cold Play.
I've flirted with a baseball player to get an autograph for my husband.
I despise girls who flirt to get what they want.
I've made myself throw up due to fear of gaining weight.
I've judged someone before I allowed myself to get to know them.
I drove my mother's brand new truck into the wall of our garage and then pretended I had no idea there was a hole in the wall or how it got there.
I lied about it being my birthday in order to sell the most amount of strawberry pies in the month of April when I was a waitress.
I also dropped a bottle of sanitizer in a new pot of cream of broccoli soup and didn't tell anyone.
And I dropped the restaurant manager's toast on the floor and didn't tell him either.
I fell down a flight of stairs in the sanctuary of our church, during a service, scattering the contents of my purse across five rows of people.
I laughed out loud when my friend's husband told the people sitting near us I had been drinking all morning.
I sat red faced and giggling as the rows in front of us passed my purse items back to me. These items might have included products of the feminine nature. That might have landed in the lap of an older gentleman.
I left the service a little early once all my items had been retrieved and used the excuse that I had a previous engagement.
I cried like a baby when Bobby died on Dallas.
I accidently poured my son's fish in the sink when I was cleaning the fish bowl. And instead of trying to scoop him up (shudder), I let him fall into the disposal. And then turned it on.
I am very competetive. So much so that it irritates me when my kids beat me at Mario Kart. And then I don't want to play anymore.
I just figured out this year that Flash Gordon and The Flash are not the same person.
I am thoroughly enjoying posting every day.