Confession #7 - Raccoon

Raccoons.

Confession: We have something in common.

I LOVE shiny things.

I'm drawn to them!

Ok maybe it is a little obsessive, but it's almost like I NEED to collect shiny things.

My favorite? Of course. Diamonds.

They really are a girl's best friend.

You can feel like a garbage bag, and put on some diamonds, and feel like a supermodel.

I guess that's why it's so fun to try on jewelry in the stores.

And also probably why they seem so irritated at you, unless they are SURE you are going to actually buy something.

Whatever. I'm just here to feel pretty and daydream, lady!

Diamonds.

Shiny shiny.

Confession #6 - Pink

PINK.

Confession: Pink is my favorite color.

It is so ultimately happy, and ... and... amazing!

When I moved to Las Vegas when I was 17, I didn't know what Victoria's Secret was, or their line "Pink" - but I bought a shirt that said "Pink" on it because I thought it was the best shirt of all time.

Just look at pink, and try to be sad. I dare you.

You can't.

Why?

Because pink is the best.

PINK!

:o)

Confession #5 - Beauty and the Beast

I don't care what you say, if you are anywhere near my age, you loved Disney movies.

I have a terrible memory of being a child, but I do remember going to the movie theater to watch Aladdin the first time!

(Don't get me started on the immodest implications in Disney movies. There are plenty of rants out there to cover that rond de jame of issues.)

Confession: I waited 10 years to watch Beauty and the Beast.

The CD has been playing in my car, and I had the scenes in my head. It was driving me c-r-a-z-y!

And finally - at last - I put the kids to bed, and watched it, and cried.

Siiiiiiiigh.....

Beautius.

Confession #4 - Humor Me

I, Trish, am not one of loose humor.

I do not wildly chuckle at mildly amusing things, or slightly funny people.

I do not get awkward jokes, especially the "just kidding" kind.

Confession: I have an odd sense of humor.

It's very, very hard to make me laugh - a for real laugh - really!

The one thing I try not to do is too many awkward "yeah.... yes yes ...ok" pretend funny laughs.

But it happens sometimes.

And, sometimes my own jokes aren't funny.

Hey, at least I know it. :o)

Yes, I am that kid - the one who tells a knock-knock joke that goes something like:

"Knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Fries."

"Fries who?"

"On a house!"

"...er............"

I would like to publicly thank all my friends, who have no doubt mastered the smile + nod function.

Yuk yuk yuk. :o)

Confession #3 - Food Art

Ah, I just can't help myself.

What's the confession?

Making cute lunches for my kids is NOT the first time I have assembled my food to resemble something.

I started as a kid - and then continued as a teenager - and beyond, re-arranging my food into faces, landscapes, characters....

I just can't help myself!

I even do it with the leftovers on my plate at a restaurant. Even during a date.

Embarassing? Maybe.

But.....

I.... must..... arrange.... food!!!

Confession #2 - John Cusack

I am a child from the mid 80's, therefore I did not discover all the amazing 80's movies until later on in my life.

However, herein lies a confession.

I totally have a big girl crush on John Cusack.

He's got my sense of humor, which I get! :o)

And he's so tall, dark and handsome.

Pitter patter, pitter patter.

Lol.

Confession #1 - I Miss Las Vegas

Ah, Sunny Spectacular Las Vegas.

Here lies a confession.

I miss Las Vegas.

Don't get me wrong! I mean, I'm glad I left, for moral reasons and avenues unexplored...

But I do miss a few things about it.

(By the way, if I WAS going to be a showgirl I would totally have gone the Esther Williams path instead. At least some of her outfits are borderline modest. Also colorful and shimmery.)

How about having having one wardrobe? - Summer. And that meant that your main dress piece was usually:

A swimsuit.

No worries, you can layer it if you have to go to the grocery store. Shorts, and a wispy American Eagle tee will have you covered. Don't forget your flip flops.

Although after two kids, I'm kindof glad I live somewhere with layering as a requirement. Thank you, winter sweaters, for hiding that Christmas cake.

I miss my high school years. I feel old. SO old. And I never knew I would look back and miss knowing everyone, who they were and what they liked, and where we would go, and the memories we shared - and look where we were now and have none of that for most of them!

I miss the randomness that comes with living in a warm place. I don't know what it is about Las Vegas, but there was always some discovery around the corner - a giant mud pit at a construction site, a hill to go iceblocking on, buildings to explore.

Here, I am playing guitar in a refrigerator box after swim practice, wearing a Metallica tshirt.

Don't forget your perma-tan you get when you move to Las Vegas.

Ah, teenage years.

Las Vegas.

Freedom, memories, one wardrobe.