Friday Confessional #1

"I can't believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary." ~Lou Holtz

Today I'm linking up with Mrs. Leslie over at Blonde Ambition for a new little project called Friday Confessional. It's fun to put things out there!

I don't understand why I have to turn off my iPod for a plane to land. I always observe things when I travel. And I want to be clear that I'm all for safety on airplanes. As a girl who is scared to fly, I'll do whatever you tell me to do. BUT....I don't understand how me turning off my iPod 20 minutes before we land, which of course allows me to get a total ear full of the screaming baby in the row behind me, somehow makes us able to land the plane. Don't get the correlation there. Plus, I'm sorry but do you really think that we can count on every person on that plane to turn their cell phones off when you tell them to? No. You can't. How do I know? Because the last two times I've flown, I've seen people on their phone to check baseball scores and bowl announcements. Did we crash? No. So why is it I can't listen to my iPod instead of the screaming baby?? (No offense to people with screaming babies---just an example.)

I can't handle cupcakes that look like other food. Okay, I'm sorry guys, but am I the only person in the world who can't stand this? I don't want a cupcake that looks like a hamburger or spaghetti or corn on the cob. I want a cupcake that looks like a freaking cupcake. If I wanted to eat something that looks like a hamburger, I'd get a....well....freakin' hamburger! I dn'ot know if I should blame this trend on that TLC show about the cupcake shop in Jersey or on Pinterest. Both seem to be perpetuating this.

I hate it when boys don't call. The Blonde Oklahoma Girl and I have spent many cell phone minutes (thank you, Friends and Family!) both ranting about this phenomena in our lives. Seriously, boys...pick up the phone. Stop being a pansy. Because I'm telling you, one of these days some guy is going to figure this out and you're going to be kicking yourself.I don't like shopping at Pier One. Gasp! I know, I know. Most people love Pier One. And I have been able to get some cute things there. But I hate shopping there. It's crowded and unorganized and I feel claustrophobic and in danger of dying in an avalanche because stuff is piled up to the darn celiing.

From now on, I will always root for Tim Tebow. I'm not a Florida Gator fan. Never have been. Nor am I a Denver Broncos fan. But I've become a Tim Tebow fan. You've read before about my thoughts on "Tebowing." But I've come across two more reasons to be a Tebow fan.

First off, did you guys know that a couple of years ago he met a young lady with cancer and invited her to be his date to a red carpet award ceremony? I love a boy with a big heart. You can read about it here.

Second, I like him becuase Mr. Franklin would like him. Mr. Franklin used to say that if he could chose between a kid with more talent and a kid who knew how to be a winner, he'd take the winner every time. That's Tim Tebow. So what if he has an ugly throw? So what if he's not the best athlete in the NFL? He's a winner, plain and simple. If it was good enough for Mr. Franklin, it's good enough for me.I may have an online shopping addiction. As y'all already know, I'm not a shopper. I'm not good at it and I don't enjoy it. My mom did not pass on those genes. But I've recently become sort of addicted to online shopping. I'd say that I did at least half of my Christmas shopping online and have bought several baby gifts in the last few months online. It got so bad I had to make a list (Confession in a confession---I'm a total list making-aholic. It's terrible!) to keep track of everything and be sure it arrived.

I'm becoming obsessed with letters to me posts. Seriously, these might be my favorite blogs to write. I've done one letter to my 20 year old self and one to my 16 year old self. I may have to just start doing every age in between! Has anyone else written letters to me? Because I'd love to read yours!

I bought myself something...in a little blue box...Remember my birthday back in November? Well, I bought myself a birthday present. My whole life, I've wanted to get a little blue box from Fifth Avenue. I got tired of waiting for some boy to give it to me, so I bought it for my darn self. That's right, folks, this girl is the proud owner of a necklace from Tiffany's! If you know me, you know I'm horribly cheap and not into brand name things....but this is an exception I was willing to make.