I’m so very very happy that it’s Friday. The weekend ahead is looking like a mostly quiet, relaxing one – just my nephew Caden’s 7th birthday party thrown in there tomorrow night.
I’m so looking forward to doing pretty much nothing this weekend, as next weekend is already jam-packed with birthday parties, Car Rally, and Neve’s baptism!
But before we can kick off this quiet, relaxing weekend, it’s time to confess…
I confess… that I think my Zumba instructor thought I was going to explode last night. I was really into it, dancing around like a maniac, which means I turned very red and sweaty, and probably looked to be on the verge of a heart attack.. Pretty sure she thought I was going to die.
I confess… that I wanted more Damon on the season premiere of The Vampire Diaries last night. It was kind of more of a Stefan show. I was a little disappointed.
I confess… that I did not get to watch Lost at all last night, and it kind of made me feel like I was missing part of my body or something. Tonight, it’s just going to be me and Jack and Sawyer, allll night long.
I confess… that the box of clothes from Old Navy finally arrived yesterday, and the skinny jeans were an EPIC FAIL. As I feared, I looked like a sausage. And I had a massive spare tire. And no amount of boots or long shirts were going to make me look any better. *sigh*
I confess… that I saw the preview for Paranormal Activity 4 last night, and I have no idea why, but watching those audiences jumping and screaming in the commercial really makes me want to go see it. I’m a sucker for punishment, I guess. (who wants to come with me???)
I confess… that I had a dream about Adam Levine last night. But it wasn’t a good dream, like you’d think. He just kept drifting in and out of it, and it’s all kind of fuzzy, but I know he was being mean to me. So sad. Don’t be mean to me, Adam.
I confess… that I posted a quote on Facebook yesterday that I saw on Raven’s blog, which really resonated with me: “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” - Kahlil Gibran. There were six women who liked or commented on my status, and I sat back and smiled when I read their names: Amanda, Nancy, Mary-Sheila, Leslie, Krista, and Haleigh. Six of the strongest women I know, who have all faced either terrible loss, health issues, family issues, personal issues…but are survivors who bear their scars – whether they be physical or emotional, or both - and still walk tall with their heads held high. I’m privileged to call them my friends. They are inspiring.
I confess… that I’m having fun teasing Lindsay about being a quarter-of-a-century old today. Dude, trust me – it’s way better than almost 30!! ;) Happy Birthday!! xo
Have a great weekend, gang! :)