Confession time

Most of these are embarassing, but here we go.

I confess...

* That I am actually listening to a Kenny G song. It's on our iPod. Yes, I paid $0.99 for it.

* I am so glad that my dad no longer smokes. (It's just a shame that he had to have a heart attack to quit.) I worried for the longest time what I would do if Justin and I had kids. I used to hate going to my dad's house, with it's 15+ years of smoke and tar, and was having the hardest time deciding which would be worse - going there or having my kids be grandparent-less (refusing to take my kids around their smoky g'parents).

* Along this same vein, whenever I walk through someone's cloud of cigarette smoke when walking down the sidewalk, I have to fight an overwhelming urge to push them into the street. (Yes I have severe smoking issues.)

* I often fantasize what I would do if I had to quit tomorrow. I have many different scenarios all planned out, vividly - from the angry "F you!" to the demure "I won the lotto, so sorry but I gotta go...." They often involve lots of caterwauling and tears (on their part).

* I just don't understand how people can say they want "large families" - and mean it. Celebs and coworkers confessing to wanting 5 or more kids make my eyes bug. The thought of ONE gives me sleepless nights.

* I love singing all the nasty parts of the rap songs, just to make my husband blush. I guess there's just something not right about a chunky white gal singing about shaking money makers and getting one's d*ck sucked....

* Nothing is hotter than a guy who can sing or cook, even if they're below-to-average looking. Example: I don't think Michael Buble is hot, but I could (and do!) listen to his songs for HOURS. Some of my (totally non-sexual) breakfast-in-bed daydreams involve Alton Brown.

* I have a hard time answering the question "If you were stuck on a deserted island, what 3 things would you bring?" Because I am so spoiled (some say high maintenance) that I couldn't find JUST three things. Or - like my iPod - they would be fine until they ran out of juice - no spare batteries or power source on an island!

* I'm the type of person that can't re-read books. I have a select collection of books that I love and do re-read, but it takes at least 10 years between each read. Otherwise the plot line is too fresh in my head and I immediately remember whodunnit and how, etc.

* I really want to go on Wheel of Fortune. Amy and I used to play the computer version for HOURS when we were in high school. I think if we could go on for "Best Friends Week" or whatever, we'd TOTALLY kick @ss.

* I am dreading our 10 year HS reunion, and really am leaning towards not going.

* I have a ton of food issues. I kind of knew this. But lately it's really driving home. My dad and Tina were over for New Year's dinner and they were all teasing me b/c I won't eat rare (raw, bloody, ICK!) meats, nor do I mix foods that aren't supposed to be mixed (birds nests are one of the nastiest things ever invented). Then we were planning the food for girls' weekend and of COURSE I had a long list of things I didn't want OR - more for instance - specific requests. Who else do you know that has a written in stone, no exceptions salsa preference (some would say demand)?!?!? And I will leave a restaurant if they only serve Pepsi (much to Kari's chagrin.)

* If I could look like anyone, I would love to look like Kiera Knightly (except I'd eat so my bones didn't poke through) or Natalie Portman (pre-shaved head).