Today’s blog is brought to you courtesy of my current state of brain fog. You know about brain fog. It’s that feeling you get when your head is swimming and you can’t quit focus. It’s almost like being tipsy without chugging all that delicious alcohol. Now, what kind of fun is that?!
In honor of my drunken (no so drunken) stooper, I’m bringing you one of the favorite pastimes of drunks everywhere (with a little less slurring) – confessions!
* On mornings like today when I’m not feeling 100% I secretly hope my students won’t pick up the phone. I’m such a great teacher.
* Because I work a split shift (6-10 AM & 3-7 PM), I totally have a nap time. Why should children be the only ones to partake in this awesomeness?
* I may be 28, but in my mind I’m totally still 12 and 21. So while my friends are getting married and popping out little ones, I’m over here drinking wine and playing video games.
* I mentioned this before when I received the Liebster Award, but I have no interest in walking down the isle. I do believe in long term commitment, but I don’t think a piece of paper or large ceremony is quite necessary for me. I’m content with the commitment itself. This doesn’t mean I don’t get teary eyed at weddings or shake my groove thing on the dance floor. Because I totally do! I am also very content to stuff my face with a slice of cake (or two).
* In addition to not wanting to get married, I also have no desire to procreate. I love children, but I don’t want any little mini-mes of my own running around. My dogs are my babies and I’m perfectly happy with that.
* In college, I totally used to bust out the crayons and a coloring book to de-stress. It was nice to take a break from cramming for Organic Chem to relive the glory days of my youth when I rocked at coloring within the lines. Juice boxes all around!
* I also really love to watch trash TV to unwind. It’s nice to turn my brain off and indulge in a little stupidity every now again in the form of reality TV.
* I already revealed my childhood desire to change my name to Cinderella, but what I didn’t mention was that my parents called me Lynserelly until the day I left for college. So I guess the real confession here is that I was too unimaginative to come up with a better name option than Cinderella. Way to go 5 year old Lynsey. Way to go.
What are some of your best confessions? Leave me a comment and share the wealth!