short shameful confession #10

As soon as I get my paddling gear together and start heading out the front door, I begin salivating like Pavlov's dogs. The reason why? As I drive down to the outrigger launch site in Newport Beach I munch on sport blocks, gels or goo. It's one of the only times I eat refined sugar and my body loves it (craves it, is addicted to it) so much.

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short shameful confession #9

My kids like to eavesdrop on the "adult" conversations I have with my friends (not that they are triple-x or anything like that...you know what I mean)...

So I've learned that the best way to clear the room of tweens is to simply say:
"Nipple, nipple, nipple, penis, vagina."

No way do they want to hang around when Mom starts talking vagina.

short shameful confession #8

I once had a pet fish that I named Sushi.

It died shortly after the birth of my son. It was weeks before I noticed.

After that I vowed never to have a pet again.

Then broke that vow about 6 years ago when I became a cat lady

short shameful confession #7

I love Amy Grant's Home for Christmasalbum and can (and do) sing every single song with gusto.

**Previous short shameful confessions

short shameful confession #6

To John, a few hours after trimming off some wiry black hairs around my scabby leg wound:

"Do you think my leg is scary-looking?"

"It's a lot less scary now that it doesn't have a beard."

short shameful confession #5

I hate drawing attention to myself.

Today John was taking some artful pics of me (one tall building to another on-campus) and I was too self-conscious to pose because there were a few folks milling around on the balcony. So I'm sure that said artful pics turned out way super-boring.

[Note: I have a penthouse office with a lovely shared balcony and view out towards UCI's central park].

short shameful confession #4

I was thinking that my neighbors had been cooking something particularly stinky for dinner tonite and I was getting rather annoyed by the strength of the smell.

Until I realized that the discomfiting stench was actually a piece of salmon that had fallen in my cleavage while I was eating my own dinner.

bleh.

short shameful confession #3

This hippie girl just bought herself an air conditioner. I think that's what happens when you run a fever for days on end and the thermometer is hitting triple digits both inside and out (do you like how I am justifying this?).

Seriously people, I am feeling pretty good right now. Your healing mojo is totally working its magic (and the A/C is adding its own special touch, too)...

:)

short shameful confession #2

For the first time in more than 30 years, I left the house this morning without changing my underwear.

SSC #2.2: Due to a sleeping pill that I took last night and my new-found skill at turning off my alarm w/o waking up, I didn't open my eyes until 9:01 am. And I had a lecture hall full of students and a colleague waiting for me two blocks away for 9:00 class.

SSC #2.3: I drove the two blocks to school and parked illegally in front of the classroom building.

short shameful confession #1

Favorite concert ever was seeing John Denver at the Greek Amphitheater. John, Mom, and I had cheap seats and were at the top with no one else around us (I guess everyone else was either richer than us or was willing to jump to an open seat lower down).

I sang at the top of my lungs, every word of every song (even though JD asked us to stick to the choruses).
(Note: H/T to Caroline for inspiring this post)