tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384980373537159783.post2460055698152908655..comments2012-09-13T11:12:27.309-04:00Comments on Freedom comes from Confinement: True confessionsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384980373537159783.post-86255289111279526902009-09-18T05:38:37.700-04:002009-09-18T05:38:37.700-04:00Hooray! A new post!1. I feel the same way about Ni...Hooray! A new post!<br><br>1. I feel the same way about Nintendo Wii. It actually started out as reluctance to make an ass of myself in front of people since it's such a physical game and I am not a coordinated person. Then people started to act all weird that I wouldn't play and it pissed me off. Now I refuse to play pretty much based on principle.<br><br>2. I hated country until Garth Brooks. Then I hated all country except Garth Brooks. Then Andy moved into our house and I got used to hearing it all the time. Now I love it, though I don't listen as often as I used to. A lot of country stations turned into "The Patriotic American Flag and Soldiers" station a la pretty much everything Toby Keith and Alan Jackson. I love my country to jackass, now shut the fuck up, you know?<br><br>3. I have no clue why I joined to Cub Scouts. If I had to guess, it's probably because it was the thing to do and my brother and I both joined. Dad made us quit Boy Scouts in high school because we didn't take it seriously enough. That means we didn't earn enough badges for his approval in other words. <br><br>4. Do I really have to say anything here? I will say this though: That annoying looking guy I bitched about in the Spring/Summer issue of Undergear is in the Fall Catalog too. Not. Cool.<br><br>5. Working for W's was one of the funnest jobs I've ever had!<br><br>6. Blame? Excuses? Yeah, that stuff makes me uncomfortable, so I just stay in my shell and avoid interacting with anything or anyone that could possibly force me into a situation like that. <br><br>7. I agree. You just put it into clearer words than I could. I tell Cody it's the only time I get to see what he looks like with his mouth shut. Yeah, I know, I'm an asshole.<br><br>8. I check out guys constantly. It's actually become a compulsion of sorts... <br>Info we sha'nt be sharing w/Cody...<br><br>At any rate, I just love watching people anyway. But in your line of work you have the added benefit of seeing them from a GREAT vantage point. Looking down into their car. While they're sitting down. Hmm. I'll stop.<br><br>9. This made me laugh. I often think about where I'll visit and what I'll do when I win the lottery. You bring up an important point though: I need to start thinking about my staff, too!<br><br>10. I really don't like it, but I think we all can't help ourselves. Some people are just more willing to admit it. I used to love the Real World. Eventually all these shows started catching on and casting their shows to create tension and drama. So I do watch stuff from time to time, but it tends to make me feel a little dirty after a while.<br><br>11. If we watch a chic flick together and you crack a joke at an emotionally tense moment, I will SO call you out on the carpet. Cody and his brother do this and it drives me nuts. I've paused movies to go off on them before. "Just because you're to insecure to handle the fact that you actually FEEL something doesn't mean you have to crack a joke and ruin the moment for the rest of us!" Lol, you should have seen how big their eyes got the first time I did THAT. Funny thing is, when it's just me and Cody, he's usually sobbing before me!<br><br>12. This is so not a surprise after the last time we were together.... But kudos for keeping it reigned in! Maybe you could teach Cody that!<br><br>13. I'm with you on this one. I don't have a drinking problem. I have a stopping problem. I can go months without a drink and I'm fine. But if I drink enough to get a buzz, I can't stop. It's good (and important) you see this and recognize this stuff!<br><br>You're right, it IS fun!jakehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09161291046776693853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384980373537159783.post-13202631744668926432009-09-24T14:01:57.289-04:002009-09-24T14:01:57.289-04:00Ummm, do I have to confess things that are like yo...Ummm, do I have to confess things that are like yours? Because some of them (coughcubscoutscough) might not apply...oh well, I'll try (I wrote that poem just for you Pete)<br><br>1: I am the EXACT same way. But I also passionately love unpopular things (and people) b/c I feel really bad that no one likes them.<br><br>2: I actually really hate country music. It's the twang. I curse out loud when a country artists crosses over into pop radio and tricks me. I blame Buddy Hershberger. The boy I "dated" from church camp when I was 10. He broke up with me in a letter using George Strait lyrics. My battered heart just never recovered<br><br>3: I was in Camp Fire and I liked it ok. It was just another place to spend time and have fun. I won the swim test contest every summer at Misty Meadows b/c I was a kick ass swimmer. <br><br>4:I am most comfortable only in my underwear, panties specifically. If I have people at my house I start to resent having clothes on. But I don't collect it like some people coughjakecough. I think it's more that I don't like wearing the clothes more so than wanting to always be in underware.<br><br>5: I want to quit my job and work in ministry full time. I told my pastor the other day. I'm attending a small group with him and some others about learning about ministry as a vocation. I'm completely terrified.<br><br>6: Who doesn't like to do this? But I only do it vocally. Inside, in my heart and head I blame myself. For everything. I lived until just recently terrified of every conversation with every person that I was about to be chastized for something. I still have to remind myself that I haven't done anything wrong. I'm also learning that I don't have to let people talk to me anyway they want, that I get to dictate the way I'm treated if I'm just brave enough to speak up.<br><br>7: This is creepy, please do not ever watch me sleep. I realize I'm the wrong gender but I will most likely punch you in the balls if I open my eyes and see you hovering over my bed :)<br><br>8: I actually don't check guys out that much, or girls to be clear. I mean I notice that they're attractive, but I just don't "cruise" lol<br><br>9: If I won the lotto I would hire an attorny and have him set up a blind trust and then accept this winnings. I would have the attorny, through the blind trust gift the money to people so they won't know it's from me and it won't be weird between us.<br>I would never tell anyone that I won. <br>Not that I've through this through or anything.<br>Also, I have never actually played the lottery.<br><br>10: I dislike most reality TV for real. The only kind I like is Biggest Loser and 18 Kids and Counting.<br><br>11: I used to do the same thing. But the funny thing is that as God is softening my heart he's loosening up my tear ducts.<br><br>12: I've become quite prudish in my old age. People don't believe me and think I'm lying. But I just can't hang as much as I used to. Which sometimes makes me sad.<br><br>13: I can't remember the last time I had a drink, but I have some XX in my fridge waiting for me and I plan on having a beer or two tomorrow night.ellenjanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05662940255380539267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1384980373537159783.post-10150836820263355612009-09-30T11:55:03.703-04:002009-09-30T11:55:03.703-04:00So, I swear I left a comment on this yesterday.. b...So, I swear I left a comment on this yesterday.. but it didn't show up, and I don't remember what I said. *le sigh*Katynoreply@blogger.com