I confess I wish more secular people (well, I mean on APA) lived on the West Coast. I feel like I'm all alone here at night.
Haha, Janeen, I love those!
Lydia, I know what ya mean....I wish there were more American mommas living abroad!
I confess I hate putting shoes on Liam. They make stinky piggies and make his delicious little feet somewhat less appetizing.
I feel like he needs to get used to them, especially walking with them on. But they don't get put on till the car-ride to daycare and they come off as soon as he's strapped into the carseat on the way home. He walks so well when barefoot, and with shoes on, is just now getting to the point he doesn't faceplant every 3 feet.
I confess my father is visiting and driving me INSANE (see thread in Ranting/Venting).
I confess that I am sick of my dh watching TV every night. I wish he would read a book or create something or gosh, do just about anything else. sigh.
"Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov
I have to confess any time I meet Wiccans (thinking of you, Xtrememousey), I am reminded of my Pagan nudist friends from long ago, who lived in Colorado and would ditch their clothes at the doorway whenever they came home. It was always fun hanging out with them, but now Wicca and nudity are irreversibly connected in my head.
I confess that I have never met a nudist.
I confess that I could never be a nudist, not because of being ashamed or anything, but because I don't like the jiggle certain body parts make when they're not restrained by clothing. That, and I am already cold 75% of the time.
I confess that I wish I could be a professional golfer (and no, I'm not good. I've never actually played, other than putting, driving ranges, and the Tiger Woods golf games).
I confess that I live in the Nudist Capital of the United States.
I confess that I love my job. And I confess that I find Islam very very interesting.
I confess that I am starting to feel really concerned about Liam's lack of speech. I watch these videos in my October07 room of all the mama's kiddos and they're speaking sentences and know their colors and can sing songs. Liam has like, 15 words, most of them not said consitantly, and that's it. I feel like I've failed him somehow.
Please excuse my mini pity party...
My mom had a student when she was teaching in ND, who NEVER spoke until he was about 6 years old... They were sitting at the dinner table one night, and he comes out with "Please pass the salt" and everyone just went .
They asked him later why he never talked until that night, and ya know what his answer was??
"I didn't have anything to say"