Mini Confessionals

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . September 18, 2009 . 2:13PM

I’m 5’11″.

I will get angry when you try to coerce me to eat food I don’t want to eat because I’m a picky eater. Yes, I know that “but yours is different” just like everyone else’s. You eat it.

I love my job. A lot.

I’m most definitely a jeans and tshirt/nice shirt kind of girl.

I don’t believe in ghosts, but I love to watch ghost shows/documentaries.

I secretly read romance novels in between my academia and some great fiction stuff. And I love it.

90% of the men that I was obsessed with have been gay. I never saw it. Even after they came out, I was like “what??!” Yep. I just like nice guys with beautiful hair and stellar personalities.

My love language is gifts and my tank is empty. Leon.

Ok, that’s more than enough for now. In fact, I think I said too much. Do you have anything you’d like to share with me?

Friday Confessional: Little confessions

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . August 28, 2009 . 1:07PM

I have a bunch of small confessions that don’t warrant full entries, but are still confessions, nonetheless.

I hate mayonnaise.

I’ve never had the chicken pox. I’ve been vaccinated. Yay. I think.

Mail makes me inordinately happy. Especially packages. And my birthday is coming up. Ahem.

I often stay up to see if there is a potential woot-off on woot.

If I get a bad waitress at a restaurant, it will ruin my whole experience.

New car scent is awesome. I’ve also heard it can give you cancer, which may or may not be true.

If someone tries to bring food in my car, I will harangue them until they never want to ride in my car again.

I think that’s enough for now. That’s more than any of you wanted to know today, right?

Happy Friday!

Now, tell me YOUR secrets.

Friday Confessional: Mini-confessionals

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . August 4, 2009 . 10:38AM

Last week, I did mini-confessionals, and it seemed to go over well. I’ve got a whole moleskine page in my planner filled with blog ideas, so I think I’ll do one more of these to clear it up a bit so I can have some of my planner back. Also, I’m getting ready to go to Chicago for Labor Day weekend, and time is short. I’m ok with being lazy.

So, without further ado, my confessions:

I’m co-dependent on my family. When any of us goes out of town or to visit family, the rest of us are mopey the entire time. Leon travels a lot for this job, which means that AJ and I spend a bit of time being moody. Believe it or not, the pets get that way, too. The only being in the house that isn’t moody or mopey is the cat. Go figure.

I’m territorial. If I could pee on my blog to mark it as mine, I would. The only time I’m not territorial is with my clients. I do what’s best for them. Otherwise, if it’s mine, it’s mine.

I hate shoes, especially dress shoes. If I’m at home, I rarely wear them. I prefer sneakers and flip flops to any other kind of shoes and I’ve chosen two professions within my field in which I can wear sneakers every day. I’ve got it covered.

When I tell my son he’s the coolest boy in the world, I truly mean it. No one else makes me laugh the way he does.

I went to a fortune teller once. She told me I’d have 3 children and live to 83. I don’t believe either, but I’m ok with both.

I hate dressing up. I recently went to a wedding where someone I saw at least twice a week for 3 years at church services said “this is the first time I’ve seen you in a dress.” I do believe she was telling the truth.

I’m only buying shirts in jewel tones from here on out. I was told this week that yellow makes me look “fresh” and other jewel toned shades make me look good. TWICE in ONE WEEK. Jewel tones. That’s it.

Before I started my practicum, I honestly worried that I couldn’t be around other people’s children all day and be happy. After one full day of observing them, I adore them like crazy. I even have my own mini-stalker. She’s precious and asked when I’d be back to observe her classroom again. PRECIOUS.

Other people’s kids, once you’ve grown attached to them, don’t stop being “your kids.” I discovered this at last Friday’s scrimmage game where AJ’s team played other teams against his old teammates. When I would yell for them and encourage them, the other parents from our team would look at me like I’d just farted on them and walked away. Whatever. Those are still “my kids.” Screw you.

Whew. That’s enough. My soul is bare for today.

Now, share some of yours with me!