Friday Confessional--Coming Clean

Glamazon is doing it again--nope, not the laundry (though with 4 little ones I'm sure that doesn't even have a beginning or end), it's time to air out another kind of laundry--the deep, dark emotional kind. Where, what you wouldn't tell your best friend of 20 years, you'll freely reveal on the internet for any ol' joe to see. Yep. So let's get started:

I confess...

Sometimes, when I see a dish/fork/plate/cup that didn't come clean in the dishwasher the first time, I will just leave it in there for a couple of wash cycles.

Not because I know my dishwasher will get it on the second try, it's because I just purely want to hold off the fact that I'm going to have to get that dish/fork/plate/cup out and hand scrub the heck out of it to get whatever crusty is on there off.

I hate hand washing. Especially crusty stuff.

And dried on by the dishwasher crusties are the worst.

I think once I even put the offending dish away hoping my husband would get it out to use and in disgust, wash off the crusties himself.

That backfired. He took the dish, said "yuck!" and promptly stuck it in the dishwasher. Sigh.

Why can't I ever get anyone to do my dirty work for me! Geesh!

There's More Than One Kind of Marathon

He was a hardcore runner, I was a hardcore shopper. He had the looks of a movie star, I didn't even bother to look in the mirror before I left the house. He had water bottles strapped in around his waste, I had a pack of gum to bribe the kiddos with. But we both meant business.
I first passed hottie runner man on my way to Walmart this morning. I was in for a small marathon of shopping with two small children. My normally organized shopping list was a mess and I knew I was in for more than I wanted to spend, but I was determined to get through Walmart and then Reams in the name of food and diapers to get us through another week. An hour later, I stopped home quickly to unload perishables before heading to Reams. Ironically, as we were passing the donut shop, I saw hottie runner man AGAIN. He was even running at the same pace I first saw him. That's when I knew we may be vastly different, but have the same stores of endurance, cause if you've ever gone anywhere with 2 small children for more than a half an hour, you know the kind of risk you are taking. You've got to be committed! So we were both in for our own tests of endurance. I only hope we both made it home alive. Well, at least I know I'm happily eating some chips and dip right now :)

Friday Confessional Brought to You By Monday

I'm a little late on this one but decided to just go ahead and write up the post I've been thinking about anyways. After all, you miss seeing it all hang out on my blog right? So, let's get to the confessin'

I confess...

I have a phobia of swallowing pills

It wasn't always so, I used to be able to take pills with the best of them, even without the aid of water! Then, I got my wisdom teeth out. After that, I was unable to swallow another pill. In fact, I had trouble swallowing at all. Fun times.
Anyways, usually, luckily, I don't have to take a lot of pills so this phobia of mine doesn't get in the way of livin' (and when I'm old and have to take a butt load of pills I'll deal with it then, ok??). My brother-in-law was even kind enough to get me a pill crusher. I just keep lots of applesauce and yogurt on hand so I can crush and mix. Well, then I decided, a few weeks ago, to go to this Chiropractor/Wellness Center to see what I could do about not having my acne come back now that I wasn't nursing anymore (just don't ask why I went to a chiropractor about hormonal acne, just know I'd been to enough doctors and dermatologists to know they weren't helping...). Also, it turned out he said he could help me out with my constant tiredness. Bonus! So, I got 3 supplements. And 2 out of the 3 taste super nasty. I had to get around it somehow, I was going to have to swallow this stuff for at least the next month. Finally, I discovered, if I crushed everything, threw it in the blender with some OJ and frozen fruit the cold numbed my tastebuds enough I could down the yucky concoction without gagging too much. Phew!! So I make my cocktail of nastiness every morning in the name of clearer skin and more energy. May I never grow old!!!