Sunday Confession

I know that's it's Thanksgiving week, for us in the US.  
I love Thanksgiving.  It's my favorite holiday.

I have a confession tho.

I am excited for Christmas this year!!!

Can not wait to put up the tree.
Decorate.
Bake.
Shop.
I love shopping.  Black Friday...my favorite!

Tell me, are you excited for the holidays?

Sunday Confession

Not sure who reads my blog, but for those that do, there were no Sunday Confessions last week.

This week is not so much a confession as much as an explanation.

Last Sunday, my friend/coworker called me to tell me that our beloved boss and good friend, had passed.

This was sudden and unexpected.

She was out walking her dog, when she collapsed from an aneurysm.  Sadly, she was gone.

No amount of resuscitation worked.

At the young age of 48, taken from all those who loved her.

It has been a rough work.

In my heart I know she is experiencing happiness.  She is with her dad and her dog, Chloe.  

She is not suffering from the illnesses she had.

Her passing leaves a hole in all of our hearts.  I have worked with my boss since 1998. We were both bridesmaids in another coworker/friends wedding.  We had fun on a daily basis and she was a very dear friend.

This is why there was no entry.

This is why it's been a rough week.

Things will get better, as they say, time makes it easier.

A little bit of my heart will always have sorrow but most of it will be joy because I knew her and loved her to pieces.

Miss you!

Sunday Confession

Welcome to another addition of Sunday Confession...where I tell you something earth shattering.
Wait?
What?
It's not earth shattering?
Hmm, I thought I was more interesting.

I digress.

Today I am going to tell you something that will amaze you, stun you, make you reconsider life in general.

I am tall.
Like 6ft tall.

Guess what? I like it.

Growing up I was not a fan of being taller than everyone else.  Not even in high school.  Then in my early twenties I started working at a supermarket, where there was not one, not two, but five women all my same height and around the same age.  I started to feel like one of the group.

Then I realized, I could reach things and didn't have to ask for help.  I could stand in back of crowds and usually see what was going on.  I never have to have the hem on my pants taken out (although for being tall, I have short legs).

There are cons to being tall...probably too many to name but I appreciate my height.

I take my "tallness" as a blessing...so tell me how tall are you?

Sunday Confession

I was beaten by an 8 yo.

Yep.

Apparently, we were having a contest but I was unaware.

Well, really, it was a challenge.  The Iron Chef Haunted House Decorating Challenge, as my son called it.

Being the good mom that I am, I picked up a decorate haunted house brownie kit.  We decided today was the day to make them.  You know, with Halloween being less than a week away.

So I baked the suckers, let them cool & we started to decorate.

Exhibit 1: He starts out innocently enough.

Exhibit 2:  He is going to town!

Exhibit 3:  Look at me, I am so cute.  I am just decorating my house, minding my business, not planning my diabolical plan at all.

Exhibit 4: Mommy's house.  I finished before Cheeks & he said "Oh I'll call you when I'm done."

Exhibit 5:  His finished house!

This is where he threw in the challenge.

Ok, I'm game.

We walked our plates into the living room and the judges were his father & older brother.  You know, the men that I painstakingly make meals for, wash clothes and run around to every activity know for man.

Judging was based on the amount of clapping one got.

Well they went crazy for Cheek's house.

Mine...crickets!

I think the child fixed the contest.

Sunday Confession

Ok, we all have that one somebody in the celebrity world that we really "don't get", like why they are a celebrity or how they even go to that status.

Here is mine:

Lena Dunham.

I just do not get it.
I do not see her appeal.

Yes, yes, she's self depreciating, but so am I.
Yes, she's chubby & not afraid to show her curves.
I get that.

I just don't get how she is revered by so many people.

Lena is probably a really nice person, sweet in fact.  It just boggles my mind that she is so popular.
Awkward is in, I know.

I have never seen "Girsl" but from what I hear, she's naked a lot.  If I want to see a naked chubby girl, I'll look in the mirror.  Ok, it might be like Orca the killer whale but either way...

Tell me do you have a celebrity that you just don't get?

Sunday Confession

What do I have to confess this week?
I know you are all waiting with bated breath.
I can tell.  I'm good like that.

This weeks confession involves my children.  Mostly the youngest, the 8yo, the one I affectionately call "Cheeks".

My confession is...I give in!
I give in to nagging.

I would say it's 80% giving in, 20% me saying No! & sticking to it.

The reason: he just doesn't give up.  It is constant, even if I punish him by sending him to his room.  All you hear is whine, cry, whine, MOM!, cry, whine, cry.  Usually what he is asking for isn't outrageous.  Extra time on video games, stay up a bit longer, burn the house down.  That kind of stuff.

Tell me moms, I can not be the only one who can not take the constant plea of a young child.

Of course, he is not the only one.  Bobster nags as well.  The only one who doesn't nag is the 15yo.  He is even trying to teach his younger brother that if you just leave Mommy alone, life will be easier.  If only my husband understood that.

Sigh.

Am I the only one peeps?

Sunday Confessions

Here again.
Sunday Funday.
Of course it's time for confessions.

This one, for some of you, may not come as a surprise...others who don't know me so well will be like "Whaaaaat?"

I, Meghan, author of this blog, loathes & despises:

Can you believe it?
I can not stand watermelon.
Even to touch it.

I think it goes back to my days of cashiering.  People would being them up and I would have to bag them.  Whether whole or cut up.  The watermelon was always so cold and it would give me a chill right up the palm of hands to my spine.

Weird.
I know.

I have a lot of quirks.

It's so bad that I refuse to buy it.  If anyone in my household wants it, they get it somewhere else or the Nana takes pity on them, buys it, chops it & brings it over.  

I can't even stand the smell.

So, No Watermelon for you!

Tell me, do you skeeve anything?

Sunday Confessions

My first confession for this week is I have just not been myself.
Lots of problems going on in the personal, not blog, life.
I read a quote today, though, that lets me know everything will work out the way it's supposed to.

Now onto the real confession of the week.
Back in the beginning of the internet...waaaaaaaaaaaay back then, I met a guy via AOL chat, gave him my number after a few chats, got to talking and flew to Florida to meet him.
Now before you gasp, I wasn't alone.
I went with my girlfriend and we stayed at our other girlfriend's house who was married to a guy from Florida at the time.
So we met.
We hung.
We stayed at my friends house for the week.
We parted ways.
A month later, we went our separate ways.

Lesson not learned, I then met another whiptedoo on the net.
Drove with my friend, Megan, to the restaurant where he was playing guitar.
This one worked out...well I thought it did.
We got married.
Yep.
Then he decided he wanted a divorce because well, being married put a damper on his dating life.

So about 3 months after being separated, my good friend, Kathy, decided to fix me up on a blind date.
That blind date was Bobster.
I think about 3 weeks after we met, he moved in.
A year to the day I met him, Cheeks was due.  Cheeks was 10 days early.
8 years later we got married.
I wanted to make sure it would work.

So, you could say, or I can confess, I met a lot of my relationships not in person.

Weird?
Seems to work for me.

What's your confession?

Sunday Confessions

Another Sunday.
Another Confession.

This weeks involves a celebrity.
No, not Tom Hiddleston.
I am extremely open about my obsession with him.  Matter of fact, I fell asleep to the Avengers last night & woke up to it this morning. Oh Loki! I love you.

Back to my confession.
I am talking about Rob Drydek.

Who is he, you ask?
He is a pro skateboarder who is a brilliant business man.

He starred on a show called Big & Rob on MTV.  Now he is the host of Ridiculousness.  These are not my choice of shows to watch BUT I do live with boys, lots of boys.  Ridiculousness is right up there alley.

Make no mistake though, I knew of Rob long before his tv career.  How I have no idea.

Now I do not have a crush on him.  Not at all.  I just adore his personality. 
I can't put my finger on what it is that makes me like him I just think he is so much fun.
He entertains me I suppose.  I also respect him for the empire he built. 

My question to you on this confession Sunday is what is your confession?

Sunday Confessions

My sister will never forgive me when she reads this...but I am Disney'd out.

No matter how cute this kid looks in his Pirate Ears.

He looks good doesn't he?
YES he does!

Anyway, I had a fabulous time on our trip.  Upcoming post about it, promise.

I just really don't want to see a mouse or a princess for awhile.  The parks were fun, the hotel was nice, the pool great.  The heat was unbearable.  August in Florida? We aren't the brightest bunch.

Disney vacations require you to take a vacation when you get back.  To recover from your vacation.  Lots of going, going, going. 

It was fantabulous though.  I have my sister, the Grandpop and the Nana to thank for the trip. Without them, we wouldn't have been able to go.

It's just that all the sugary sweetness in one place makes a girl yearn for Jersey.
You know where I can flip you off if you cut me off, not smile and say "It's ok!"

Think I'll be ready to go back next year tho!

Sunday Confessions

Yes.
I am bah humbug when it comes to masks.
Even when my own children wear them...nope, don't like them.

Never have, never will.

I don't like the sense of not knowing who is behind them.

Even cutesy masks...not a fan.

However I don't mind Disney characters.  Yes, weird I know.

Guess it's something with my psyche.  I know there is a human behind it but my brain just screams "Flee, this does not compute". 

What are you creeped out by?

Sunday Confessions

I thought I would start a new feature on the bloggeroo.
I will do it every Sunday.

I am going to do confessions.  You know my guilty pleasures, embarrassing stories, photos and the like.  Whatever I am feeling at the moment.

Today is a confession.  Although it could double as a guilty pleasure.
I haven't told anyone but my sister.
She just looked at me like I was from another planet.

Ok, here it goes.

I enjoy the music of India.

It started years ago when I listed to Sting.  He has an Indian man singing on one of his songs and I thought "Oh, that sounds good!".  Then I would watch Bollywood movies late at night & toe tap along.

Now I might stop at the music channel on cable.

It's true.  I am proud to announce it to the world.

Now, tell me...do you have a confession to make?