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Monday Confessional

Forgive me friends for I have sinned. It has been several weeks since my last confession.

Because it’s been a while, I will plunge deep into my heart and provide you with quality, meaningful confessions.

Like this one:

1. My husband parks my car in the garage every.single.day.

No seriously- I swear.

I know.

Pathetic.

So here’s the whole back story.

When I was 16 I got a car and- like all 16 year olds- was very eager to drive and be TOTALLY responsible with it.

So the thing with my car was that it was really long and it barely fit in the garage. In fact, there were many times in which the garage door lightly smudged the back of my car. Not only that, but we had a two car garage growing up so it was a really tight squeeze fitting the car next to the big purple minivan. So- long story (somewhat) short- my parents parked the car in the garage for me. Yes, I was TOTALLY responsibile- but why risk me doing something stupid, right?

Right.

So- one night I was being TOTALLY responsible and coming home late. Instead of calling my parents and telling them that not only was I late, but I also needed the car put in the garage, I opted to be the “good” and helpful daughter and park the car myself.

As I pulled the car in the rear right side of my car let out a painful cry of torture-

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH

I couldn’t stop! I kept driving, thinking it would be better.

It was worse.

Definitely worse.

I totally dented in the side big time. Plus the paint was destroyed.

Good job kid.

I know.

Anyway- ever since that I’ve been very leery of parking in tight spaces. Mostly because I suck. Mostly also because I have this reoccurring nightmare of doing something terribly stupid again.

So anyway, since we have the truck now it goes in the big part of the garage and we park my car in the third garage door, which is a tight squeeze (ahem- for me- not for anyone else, I’m sure).

Will knows this awful and totally embarrassing garage story, and although it’s been 10 freaking years, he still doesn’t trust me with “baby #2” (did you guys know that’s what he calls his car? I know- he’s crazy).

So there you go- I can’t park my own car in my garage. How’s that for a confession?

2. When it’s just me and Will eating at home I cover my baking dish in foil so I don’t have to wash the dish and instead just throw away the dirty foil.

Because I’m just that lazy. No other reason.

3.  Sometimes I pretend to be annoyed whenever I scoop ice cream (cookies and creme) for me and Will because “I’d rather he do it,” but the truth is that is that I totally love doing it because I always (always, always) give myself the giant pieces of cookies.

ha ha. I feel like I need to go to crunches after confessing that…

Anything you need to confess to lighten your load? 

That’s such a good idea with the foil!  I love it, I’ll definitely be giving that a try sometime soon.

Posted by  on  05/04  at  07:42 AM

I’ve tried the foil thing and it never fails that it always tears somewhere and still leaves the dish dirty and in need of washing.  Maybe I need to double layer the foil.  Because I’m totally on board with eliminating dirty dishes. 

My confession is that, even though we have a perfectly good step ladder, I always ask my husband to help me with things I can’t reach.  He dislikes being asked to do things like that because he’s 6’5” so he gets asked for help with the “high stuff” on a regular basis (by people other than me).  But I’ve told him what’s the point of marrying someone tall if I can’t use it to my advantage?

Posted by Lydia  on  05/04  at  09:24 AM

I totally do the tin foil trick.  I love it.

I do the same thing with dessert when it’s DH and I.  I’ll give myself the bigger cookie, most whipping cream, etc. 

Okay - now lets do some crunches smile

Posted by Angela  on  05/04  at  11:41 AM

I am also parking-inhibited.  In fact, I pay to park in lots because I can not parallel park on the streets.

I also have no sense of direction.  At all.  And I get lost all the time--even with a GPS.  Even if I have been somewhere 20 times, I still have no idea how to get there.

Posted by  on  05/04  at  11:44 AM

I do all three of those things.

One time when Travis and I were dating for some reason I was going to put my car in their garage (heck, why, I have no recollection, but go with it) and I scraped garage paint onto my new (to me) mustang.  It rubbed off but I was FREAKED.

I have since ran my dad’s truck into my garage door and also backed the navi into the closed garage door.  IT HAS BEEPERS.  Beep beeep beeep beeeepbeeepbeepBEEPBEEEEP!  I don’t know.  I’m just that stupid.  It was slow and nothing bad happened, though, thankfully.

And just this weekend I had to have Travis come rescue me because I felt like the lawnmower was going to tip on the side of the ditch.  smile

As for the foil, I totally do it.  Just DID IT actually.  But normally (I was out today) I use parchment paper because I can burn that/it’s easier to biodegrade.  Plus things come off easier!  Parchment paper saved my life, I always say!  Cathy taught me that one.

And duh on the ice cream.  OF COURSE you take the most nommable parts!  You’re human! smile

Posted by Jesspond  on  05/04  at  02:20 PM

Mine is more of a rant than a confession:  I hate it when people assume just because I’m an only child that I am a spoiled brat who had a posh life growing up...anyone who really knows me and my family knows that 1) my parents would never spoil me and 2) we were poor as dirt growing up and anytime I had anything nice it was either a birthday/Christmas present or I worked my butt off to buy it for myself.  I had someone have the nerve to insinuate that I was spoiled to my mother when she was telling them about my wedding...said something along the lines of “so mommy and daddy paying...” and my mom said “Actually, she and her fiance are planing on paying for everything and already have money saved up for it.” It just pisses me off...I mean I work my butt off and balance my budget so that I can have/do some nice stuff in my life...and if people only knew how much I actually help my parents out financially, that would shut them up...but yeah..I’m off on a tangent…

But I do the foil thing to...and we’ve never had a garage, so I haven’t been able to try my hand at parking in one...but I am not so sure it would go well. 

Thanks for letting me rant!

Posted by Jacqueline  on  05/04  at  04:37 PM

I ate a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s yesterday. It was a new flavor - Dublin Mudslide or something .. Bailey’s Irish Cream ice cream with smashed up chocolate cookies and a gooey swirl of some sort. I hated myself wen I got 2/3 of the way through, then I got over it and polished it off.

I feel so much better having told someone that.

Posted by  on  05/04  at  09:14 PM

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Posted by  on  05/04  at  09:15 PM

Hi,

Nice article.....I m working in a garage shop , its really nice job for me , i m very comfortable with this work....
garage door opener

Posted by garage door opener  on  05/12  at  07:29 AM
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brittny I'm B-Love. I've just returned to America after spending three years in Kuwait with my husband Mr. B-Love and our two maltese, Boz and Lucy. We recently added two more doggies to our family, Rocky and Teddy. I love weight training, OU football, and lazy weekends. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, continual madness at a new job, and my daily effort to rely on Christ while adjusting to life back in the real world.


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