i'd like to welcome you to my newest blog segment:
"confessions of a.... yadda yadda yadda."
aka, welcome to my circle of trust.
each week, (or less...or more) i will share with you some of my latest confessions.
things that i probably shouldn't tell you.
and that i would prefer you kept between me and you.
things that you may judge me for or love me for....
but hopefully things that will make us closer.
i will start my segment with 3 simple confessions.
here we go.
#1. tonight i went to a hip-hop class for the second time. which means i danced hip hop for the second time in my life. yes, i am terrible. yes, my ankles are throbbing. and yes, i. love. it. and just when i was having second thoughts about my stiff hips and lack of popping skills, darren, the amazingly talented, huge, big black hip-hop instructor glided back to my corner and said, "mmmm you move it girl, yeeeeaahhhh." and i felt empowered. and i will continue to pop it and lock it every wednesday at 9:00 pm.
#2. i may or may not have the following artists on my ipod: nsync, mylie cyrus (and her alter ego...which i can't even type out of embarrassment), hilary duff, high school musical 1...and 2...ok, and 3, and (gasp) hanson..... (remember mmmbop?). and i may or may not exercise to those artists on a regular basis. im a sucker for the cheesy-happy music. wow, that felt really good to get that out there.
#3. i have worn fake hair (double gasp!). no it wasn't a wig, and no, it wasn't extensions. remember those clippie thingies they used to sell at the mall that had all of the different hair colors attached to them...so the cool thing to do was to match it to your hair color and make it look like you had this gorgeous, lush pony-tail? yeah, i was a sucker for that. before a football game one friday night, my mom and i were at the mall and this lady at the clippie-hair kiosk convinced us how gorgeous i looked with that wad of fake hair attached to my head. so we bought it. now, i was either a sophomore or a junior in high school... and i was a cheerleader (i guess this is a double confession). and, anyone who went to Davis High knows that everyone and their dog goes to those football games. so we were warming up our tumbling skills on the track and the game was about to begin. it's my turn to tumble. i get my running start...round-off...back-handspring....and KER-SPLAT. what the heck was that!? i look behind me...and there is this huge pile of hair greatly resembling a large rodent carcass. i run as fast as i can to pick up my hair remnants....and scan the crowd to see if anyone noticed...and sure enough, there's my mom, laughing sooooo hard, i thought she might have a heart-attack. to this day, this story could make my mom pee her pants in laughter. word of advice: stick with your real locks...unless the fake ones are permanently attached to your head.
hope you enjoyed this week's confession segment.
stay tuned for many confessions to come.