Friday Confessional 5.27.11

Since none of us were met with the Rapture last weekend, it is once again time to confess our sins with a Friday Confessional, hosted by Glamazon & Mamarazzi! 

I confess... I wrote this blog on Thursday night so I could play along...because I have to be at the hospital in Philly by 7:30 am today (Friday) for testing and I don't know when I would've had time to write my post, so I figured better to write it early than not at all.  Yes, I clearly have issues.

I confess... that while my eating has been really well the last few weeks, I haven't exercised nearly enough.  I need to change that or my ass will remain giant, fat, and dimply, as opposed to smaller, still full, and perky, which is the goal.

I confess... I'm thinking of signing up to run a 5k.  I think I'm going to try the Couch to 5k training program to see how that goes and then make that determination.  It IS on my bucketlist, so I should cross that one off sooner rather than later...but the idea of running seems so unfortunate.

I confess... that I'm less than thrilled about today's bit of radiology testing.  I do not want to drink gallons of barium, it has the consistency of glue and makes me gag.  I also don't think that the idea of a test that lasts "one to four hours" and involves being tilted about on a table of some sort sounds like fun.  It sounds like a recipe for vomiting up glue and then having to drink more of it while still gagging...especially since a noted (and previously experienced) side effect of drinking said barium is vomiting.  Also, the "nothing to eat or drink past 9 pm Thursday" is a little rough.  I get thirsty!

They want to light up my insides
like Christmas!

Mmmm a big glass of glue!

I confess... that I'm not ready for it to be hot and humid.  It is May in the Northeast, it should be sunny and in the 70s with low humidity, not 90 with 80% humidity.  I need to get used to this again and I prefer to ease slowly into the hot bath, not jump in all at once.

I confess... that I need to have my roots done.  I probably should have had them done a few weeks ago, but they weren't that bad, then I spent time in the sun this weekend, which means that my highlights are REALLY light and my roots therefore look really dark.  Oooopsie!  This is especially bad as I have a photo shoot for a magazine article as an American Heart Association Ambassador scheduled for next week (it just came up Wednesday so not like I'm an idiot)...and I can't get a hair appointment until the following week.  I need to come up to a creative solution to THAT problem!

I'm not QUITE this bad,
 but still I can see them!

I confess... I wasn't so impressed with the final Glee episode of the year.  I *did* enjoy the mockery they made of a cliche NYC date, but the songs weren't great and the whole episode was kind of EH for me.  Glee and I might have to break up if it can't find a way to be snarky and funny again. 

I confess... I'm kind of bitter that the idea of a family vacation spot at the beach fell through since my mom got deployed by FEMA.  Yes, that makes me a selfish cow that I'm grumpy my mom is out helping disaster affected folks instead of being able to close on the beach house, but still...I could be beach bound this weekend!

I confess... my house is somewhat cleaner, but still not clean enough for my liking, and I'm just not motivated enough to do a good enough clean to satisfy my OCD, so I'm just waiting for my motivation to catch up so I can properly clean.  Perhaps this weekend?

I confess... I'm dreading the switching of the seasonal clothes.  Not because I have some great love of my winter wardrobe, but because I just don't feel motivated to do it, since it will require me to put a bunch of clothes away...and spend time in the attic to get out the boxes, and I don't like the attic.  It creeps me out.

Our attic looks KIND of like this...but with
WAY more shit...and no chili peppers.

I confess... I don't believe in eugenics, but there are days that I genuinely believe that people should need permits to have children.  We do a lot of DYFS evaluations in our office, mostly for termination of parental rights, and I have to be honest that there have been a few of late where I've looked at my boss and said "I wouldn't give that person a plant, let alone a small person."  You need a permit to have a dog, to get a gun, to go fishing, but any moron can have a kid, and then fuck that kid up to high hell, so that the fucked up kid then has kids, and fucks them up...and the cycle goes on, and on, and on...although it realy is job stability for me, so that's the only plus.  As such, when I'm campaigning for Queen of the Universe I can assure you that parent permits shall be required for reproduction. 

So what do YOU need to confess this week?  Link up and 'fess up!