Today is Monday...

Today was a day full of many firsts.
Okay, maybe not MANY firsts, but a couple!
I got my first bloody nose (kinda nasty, and not such a stellar thing) but I also did my first cartwheel! I spent the entire afternoon doing cartwheels in my living room. I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my booty, but it was well worth it! What an exciting day :)

Confession: I often have the urge to eat Play-Doh. I recently had a big ole bag of homemade Play-Doh dropped off at the office by an amazing Stirring Mom, and it took EVERYTHING in me to not take a big, huge, giant bite out of it! Weird. I know.

Confessions:

I love making my bed.
I bite my nails.
I rearrange my room on a monthly basis.
When I sneeze, I usually sneeze an even number of times, and always over 4 times.

I don't know how to do a cartwheel.
Is it too late at 26 years old and 6 foot even to learn?
Who wants to teach me?
They have instructions here, but I just don't think that would do the trick...

Car wreaths and lint rollers

I'm noticing a trend at the beginning of my last few posts: Confessions. It's true, there are a lot of quirks that make me, me. I am a passionate person, and an opinionated one as well so chances are I either LOVE something or despise it. And I'm all too willing to share my feelings on the subject.

Today's confession: I hate wreathes on cars. I may of may not have blogged on this topic before. Here's the fact of the matter: Cars do NOT need to be decorated. Decorate your house, your pets, your children, your shrubs, your offices, your bodies, but do not, under any circumstance, decorate your car. Now please, don't get me wrong, I'm no Scrooge. I love Christmas and everything about it. I just firmly believe that NO car needs a wreath, reindeer antlers, Rudolph nose or anything of the sort. It's just unnecessary and excessive.

Okay, enough of that.

If you know me, you know I own a multitude of black clothing. I also own many bright, colorful outfits, but let's be honest, black dominates the color spectrum of my closet. (I enjoy accessorizing with color, okay?!) I also have a cat who just so happens to have EXTREMELY long fur. That gets everywhere. And all over me. All the time. No matter what. Needless to say, the two (black clothing and LONG cat fur) do not mix well. A few years back a friend introduced me to this. It's pretty much saved my life AND left me smelling downy-fresh! It's quite amazing. I do recommend it. Especially if you're like me and find yourself and your lovely black shirts/pants/jackets/sweatshirts/tshirts/leggings covered in Rocky's darn fur. So today, I am oh-so-thankful for this handy, dandy master-fur-removal tool :)

Confession #6

I feel like I'm either confessing my many crazy secrets, or ranting about win-co.... hmm...well, with my last confession ya'll learned about my fear of feet. It's true, I hate feet. They are clammy, smelly, dirty, and just all around NASTY. Well, this next confession is even stranger (if you can imagine) than my fear of feet. It is something that absolutely drives me crazy to no end. Confession #6: I have an outright hatred for wreaths/bows on vehicles. AHHHHH, even thinking about it drives me crazy. The season is upon us where people find it necessary to decorate their cars with ANNOYING wreaths and bows. I can't really explain to you why I have such a dislike for these particular items. It's not like stickers on cars bother me, or wreaths on doors... It's just the combination of wreaths and cars... it makes me angry. Like the I-want-to-rip-them-off-of-cars-and-burn-them kind of angry. I am NOT a violent person, but seeing a big red fluffy bow on a car can drive me to think some pretty violent thoughts. Sometimes I imagine walking through a parking lot in mid December and collecting all of the wreaths and bows I can find on the cars (usually they are on SUVs.... can't imagine why...) and throwing them in the river! Of all the things I dislike (feet, trains, windshield wipers, people who talk during movies) this one takes the cake. If you are reading this blog, and are the owner of a car-wreath or car-bow, please do not take offense. I understand that people have the right to decorate their car in ridiculously festive Holiday ornamentation. So embrace this right, but please understand that I cannot be held responsible for what I do when I see these JOLLY trimmings on your JOLLY car... you must remember: THE WREATH MADE ME DO IT!!

Confession #5

Of all my irrational fears, this one takes the cake. In one of my last confessions, I admitted to my freaky fear of trains. I hate them, but not as much as I hate feet. Confession # 5, I hate hate hate feet. Not my own feet. They are okay- I hate other people's feet. I hate touching them, I hate with they touch me, I hate having them near me. I hate feet. I know what you're thinking... why feet? Well, let me explain- they smell bad, they are always either super HOT and nasty, or cold and dead-like. They are almost always dirty... even with socks on, I hate 'em. Now, to some of you, this confession may pose as a potential way to torture me, but if you even THINK about putting your smelly, sweaty, dirty, nasty feet on me, I'll kick you in the shin and never speak to you again... don't test me people.

Confession #4

So I think it's time I come clean about my addiction. It's been going on for a very long time, you see. I've tried to kick it more than once, but it always seems to return to me... I find the cravings too much to handle... Hi, my name's Emily, and I'm a diet-pepsi-aholic. It's true, and I'm slightly ashamed to come clean. I drink about 3 cans a day. I can polish off a 24 pack in less than two weeks. I have a serious problem. I love hearing people scold me for drinking diet soda. I just kind of laugh because I know there's seriously NO WAY I could go without. Yep, I know it's bad for me. Yep, I know it's going to shorten my life. Yep, I know I really should not drink it. Do I care? Not so much. I love the taste, the feel of an ice cold can, the first big gulp I take, and how it makes my eyes water every time. The way I see it, I could have WAY worse addictions, right?? Mmmmm, all this talk has made me thirsty...

Confession #3

I know it's been a while since my last confession... #1 was my obsession with brushing my teeth. I know, weird right? #2 was my unrealistic fear of trains.... makes me shudder just thinking about it. And drum roll please... confession #3 is my freaky fascination with vacuuming. Ask my roommates, it's true. I could vacuum every single day for the rest of my life. I find it rather therapeutic to be totally honest. I know what you're thinking... what could be so appealing about vacuuming? To most it's just another chore to check off the list, but to me it's a hobby (okay, maybe that's a bit much... an obsession? A source of enjoyment? I dunno...). I love the feeling of clean carpet under my toes. I love the enjoyment I get when I clean out the filter. I love the look of the perfectly straight lines the vacuum leaves in the carpet. I love the smell in the house after vacuuming. I could go on and on... I guess for me it's just such an easy way to make any room look better. In my book, clean = happy! So, if I have clean floors, I'm HAPPY! Ahh, I think I'll go re-vacuum my living room. Until next time...

Confession #2

I hate trains. I don't know why, I can't explain this unreasonable fear of trains that I have. Every time I hear a train approaching, I freeze up. I panic a little. My body temperature rises, my hands get clammy, my toes curl. I have this unrealistic fear that I'll be stuck on the train tracks, and as the train gets closer, it can't stop in time. Some of my friends think it's funny to mess with me, and they will stop their car on the rail road tracks... this sends me in freak-out mode. I yell, I hit, I kick, I throw things. Don't mess with me around trains. Ever! There is no explanation for my fear of trains, but its real. I will even go out of my way to avoid the railroad tracks, and if a train is crossing in front of me, I close my eyes, and plug my ears... it's a bit childish, I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures!!

Confessions

So I've decided to get honest with my fellow bloggers.
I'm going to post a series of "confession blogs" confessing my deepest darkest secrets to all of my faithful blog readers.
First confession: I am slightly obsessed with brushing my teeth.
No joke, I brush my teeth after every meal. Sometimes it's up to 5 times a day. I know, I know, it's not good for your teeth to brush this much, yadda yadda yadda. I don't care. They don't call it an OBSESSION for nothing! So, aside from the fact that I love brushing my teeth, I have a little routine that I go through every time I brush. First, I have to use ICE COLD water. I let the tap run for a bit to ensure the correct temperature. Once the water is set, I run my tooth brush under the water for at least 30 seconds. I need my brush to be very wet before I apply the tooth paste. After I put the perfect amount of tooth paste on my brush (not too much, YUCK!) I have to run the brush under the water again for another 30 seconds minimum. After I've prepared my tooth brush with the tooth paste, I begin the brushing. I usually start on the right side of my mouth. Moving from top to bottom to top to bottom, and so on. After about a minute, I switch sides and continue my routine. After both sides are done, I work on the front teeth. Sometimes I have to put more tooth paste on the brush to ensure that I give all teeth equal attention... I usually brush for a good 3 minutes. Then I rinse my mouth out two times, rinse my tooth brush out, and that concludes my favorite daily activity. If I could, I would brush my teeth countless times in a day. I love it. I also love getting new tooth brushes, and new tooth paste. I have to be sure to buy the right brands and styles... I've basically got it down to a science. I know it's a bit ridiculous, but this is a confession people. I'm bearing my soul to you. My deepest darkest secrets. Remember that! Stay posted for the next confession.... I promise, it will be good!