welcome to segment 2 of "confessions of a...."
i know, back so soon.
i'm telling you, there's lots to confess.
so i'll stop wasting time...and just cut to the chase.
1. the very first CD i ever owned was Fantasy by Mariah Carey. to this day, i can sing every single word to every single track on that album...and basically every Mariah song, for that matter. now, here's the confession part: when i was little, i used to choreograph lipsynchs to Mariah's songs (i wanted to BE Mariah!). i would be in the bathroom for hours doing my hair all sexy-frizzy-curly (c'mon, i was like 8) and snag some of my mom's make-up (sorry, mom!). i remember on the cover of her single CD "One Sweet Day" with Boys 2 Men, she was wearing these short-short-cut-off-denim shorts with this ballet-top that hung over her shoulder (and the bra strap was hangin out...gotta love the 90's). and so i'd always wear something similar (well....my espirit/jordache versions of those things...and my training bra). then i'd convince my neighbor friend, lindi, to come over and be the lights crew...we'd be in my bedroom for hours deciding just the right beats to make the lights go on and off- and when and how she would be my back-up dancer and singer (poor, poor Lindi). once we had a finished project, of course my mom or sister would have to come watch...and we expected standing ovations and phrases like, "wow, you really could be mistaken for Mariah!" "that was fantastic! can i have your autograph?!" "are you Mariah Carey's sister?" stuff like that. i still giggle thinking of those lipsynchs. and still might even remember some of the choreography......
2. i can fall asleep anywhere....and if i'm really, really tired...i might talk in my sleep. not always. but sometimes. in fact, i have been known to have full-on conversations with M while sleeping. from what he tells me, i have two alter-egos: the first is very sweet and kind and angelic. i'll tell him how much i love him and how much i love heaven and strawberries and other embarrassing things like that. the second is angry and feisty and rude. in this crazy state, i tell him that i'm not asleep and that i am not going to bed. i refuse any and all reason...and i might even insult poor M. the only advantage to this little narcoleptic glitch of mine is that i am convinced M will remember all of our conversations before bed because he most likely will have had them twice (that first time before bed and then again the next morning when he re-tells me what he was telling me then). brains brains brains...why are they so strange!?
3. i have a hard time keeping a neat, clean house. (whew! i said it. sweet, sweet liberation!). now don't get me wrong- we are CLEAN. i don't like germs. i don't like dust. i don't like dirty dishes in my sink. what i'm talking about is the clutter. the mess. the toys spread out across our front room because i just can't bare picking them up for the gazillionth time that day...along with some crumbs that were spilt from a baggie of snacks right AFTER i vacuumed (and put it away). i get really overwhelmed when i see the perfection of some homes and how neat and tidy they are. hopefully i'll win this battle against the messy monster...so that my kids won't be that roommate you had in college (you know, the one who NEVER picked her clothes up off of the floor...or wiped the counter clean...or vacuumed...and you wondered to yourself, does she even know how to operate a vacuum?), and so i may gain a little sanity in this crazy zoo i live in.
so there you have it.
3 more confessions.
3 steps closer to losing all respect for me :)
until next time!