Things about which I feel the need to confess:
I’m sick.
I got it from Alyson at New England Living
Via Facebook.
She freely admits it (go ask her).
I hate that my book is so expensive.
It makes me worried that people won’t get enough bang for their buck.
I am not very into Christmas this year.
In a way I’m kind of relieved.
Which makes me evil.
Then again, perhaps not.
Having a book giveaway is oodles of fun!
Selling stuff on eBay for money is fun, too!
I’m sick.
I got it from Alyson at New England Living
Via Facebook.
She freely admits it (go ask her).
I hate that my book is so expensive.
It makes me worried that people won’t get enough bang for their buck.
I am not very into Christmas this year.
In a way I’m kind of relieved.
Which makes me evil.
Then again, perhaps not.
Having a book giveaway is oodles of fun!
Selling stuff on eBay for money is fun, too!
Going to the post office two weeks before Christmas to mail stuff is the pits.
I’m losing my mind.
The part of my mind that should be concerned about losing my mind; gone. (“I’m melting … gone, gone, all is lost.”)
I still haven’t read Breaking Dawn.
It makes me worry there is something wrong with me (reading just Twilight and then going “meh” is understandable, reading Twilight and New Dawn and then going “meh” is even more understandable, reading none of them is perfectly respectable, but who reads all three, puts Breaking Dawn at the top of her TBR list and then just stares at it?)
I wanted to rig the drawing for and behalf of those who live outside the U.S. and can’t get my book or have to pay too much for it as well as those who have been super kind to me or are having a really hard time in their lives right now. Like her and her and her and her or her or her. (There's others but they either already have it or read it or know where to borrow a copy.)
But I didn’t.
I had a funny feeling Sue Q would win because she entered at the very last second and life is ironic that way (she did).
I’m losing my mind.
The part of my mind that should be concerned about losing my mind; gone. (“I’m melting … gone, gone, all is lost.”)
I still haven’t read Breaking Dawn.
It makes me worry there is something wrong with me (reading just Twilight and then going “meh” is understandable, reading Twilight and New Dawn and then going “meh” is even more understandable, reading none of them is perfectly respectable, but who reads all three, puts Breaking Dawn at the top of her TBR list and then just stares at it?)
I wanted to rig the drawing for and behalf of those who live outside the U.S. and can’t get my book or have to pay too much for it as well as those who have been super kind to me or are having a really hard time in their lives right now. Like her and her and her and her or her or her. (There's others but they either already have it or read it or know where to borrow a copy.)
But I didn’t.
I had a funny feeling Sue Q would win because she entered at the very last second and life is ironic that way (she did).
Now that I know how to do links, I am having way too much fun with it.
Linking takes way to long to do so I kind of hate it.
I’m seriously considering cutting down on my blogging.
Er, next year.
But I’m so addicted.
Because of it, I only just bought my kids their Christmas presents.
Via the computer, of course.
Because my rear is kind of permanently attached to my computer chair.
And it’s changing the shape of my body.
It’s all going south, if you know what I mean.
In a way I’m kind of relieved.
Because, why diet or exercise when it’s clearly useless?
This morning, in order to get a shower in before the repairmen turned off the water to fix something that’s broken, I had to skip my exercises and left last night’s dinner dishes moldering in the sink.
I’m not losing any sleep over it, either.
I’m a “comment whore” (harsh but true)
I’m the queen of Shabby Chic but my bedroom is high Victorian (so be warned when I post some very un-shabby-chic-like Christmas décor pics)
I think I’m a teensy weensy bit depressed.
Which is wrong considering everything there is to be happy about.
I’m hoping it is just because I am sick and tired and most likely a bit hormonal.
As usual.
I feel bad about using the follower function as a means to enter my book giveaway.
I only did it to make myself look popular.
(did it work?)
And to feed my insatiable ego.
I only shower every other day (I thought you all should know that.)
And, might I add, what a relief to get it off my chest.
I still don’t know what I am giving my beloved parents and siblings for Christmas this year.
I’m feeling a bit anxious about it.
My 14 year old fake Christmas tree is leaning at a precarious angle.
I’m just sick about it but too tired to re-do the whole dang thing.
One year my (real) Christmas tree fell flat on it’s face.
Right when half the ward (members of church congregation) was coming over for a house tour.
They helped me fix it but the next day, I took everything off and re-did it right.
(I’m a real control freak that way.)
I used to have a rule that I couldn’t put up another post until I had a certain number of hits since the last one.
I don’t anymore.
Yesterday when I implied today’s post would be short?--I lied.
And the part where I say I’m cutting down on my blogging in the new year?
Lying through my teeth.
I think I might need therapy.
And I’m okay with that.
While attempting to get this post up I accidentally shut off the computer.
Twice.
(No computers were killed or injured in the course of attempting to put up this (@#$%^) post.)
Er, next year.
But I’m so addicted.
Because of it, I only just bought my kids their Christmas presents.
Via the computer, of course.
Because my rear is kind of permanently attached to my computer chair.
And it’s changing the shape of my body.
It’s all going south, if you know what I mean.
In a way I’m kind of relieved.
Because, why diet or exercise when it’s clearly useless?
This morning, in order to get a shower in before the repairmen turned off the water to fix something that’s broken, I had to skip my exercises and left last night’s dinner dishes moldering in the sink.
I’m not losing any sleep over it, either.
I’m a “comment whore” (harsh but true)
I’m the queen of Shabby Chic but my bedroom is high Victorian (so be warned when I post some very un-shabby-chic-like Christmas décor pics)
I think I’m a teensy weensy bit depressed.
Which is wrong considering everything there is to be happy about.
I’m hoping it is just because I am sick and tired and most likely a bit hormonal.
As usual.
I feel bad about using the follower function as a means to enter my book giveaway.
I only did it to make myself look popular.
(did it work?)
And to feed my insatiable ego.
I only shower every other day (I thought you all should know that.)
And, might I add, what a relief to get it off my chest.
I still don’t know what I am giving my beloved parents and siblings for Christmas this year.
I’m feeling a bit anxious about it.
My 14 year old fake Christmas tree is leaning at a precarious angle.
I’m just sick about it but too tired to re-do the whole dang thing.
One year my (real) Christmas tree fell flat on it’s face.
Right when half the ward (members of church congregation) was coming over for a house tour.
They helped me fix it but the next day, I took everything off and re-did it right.
(I’m a real control freak that way.)
I used to have a rule that I couldn’t put up another post until I had a certain number of hits since the last one.
I don’t anymore.
Yesterday when I implied today’s post would be short?--I lied.
And the part where I say I’m cutting down on my blogging in the new year?
Lying through my teeth.
I think I might need therapy.
And I’m okay with that.
While attempting to get this post up I accidentally shut off the computer.
Twice.
(No computers were killed or injured in the course of attempting to put up this (@#$%^) post.)
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