It was not too long ago that I wrote about the first in a series of unfortunate events, the lost wedding ring-specifically MY lost wedding ring. I have a confession to make. I lost my wedding ring AGAIN. I know! I can already feel people shouting at me, "How did you manage that...why do you take it off at all...didn't you learn your lesson...why don't you have a safe place to put it...are you an idiot..." I KNOW. AH! I have no good reason, excuse, or explanation. I am a self-proclaimed repeat offender with a horrible habit of taking my ring off numerous times throughout my day. After I find my ring, I swear I am going to kick this habit! OK...probably shouldn't swear...just to be on the safe side.
So now you know. I am truly ridiculous and thankfully married to an easy going guy who refrains from finger pointing every time I lose my ring. I made my confession, how about you?
A couple months ago, my bff sent me a message asking me if I "posted a secret." She was sure that one of the "secrets" was mine. My mind drew a blank. I hoped I didn't have any secrets floating around being posted in random locations! I clicked on the link she included in her message. It took me here. I scrolled through anonymous, postcard size images, each revealing a secret, confession, or unspoken thought. Intrigued, I briefly read post after post-or secret after secret. I scrolled through humor, regret, anger, anguish, joy, indifference, bias, happiness, excitement, etc. You name the emotion and there was a secret to go with it.
Do you know there are 12 definitions for the word "secret?" That's a whole lot of defining for a one little word. This post is not meant to analyze my secrets, your secrets, or secrets on a deeper level. I just thought you might like to get a little something off your chest in an anonymous sort of way, because everyone likes to be anonymous sometimes.
If you have a secret or unspoken thought you'd like to get off your chest just leave it as a comment on this post and click "anonymous." Maybe speaking the unspoken might just lighten your week a bit.
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There are certain people on facebook specifically that I want to punch in the face on a regular basis.
Sometimes I think people's babies are really ugly even though I say, "What a cutie!"
Some days I feel like a shell of me.
I really have no idea what I am doing as a mother... sometimes I hope some sweet grandma will float in from the middle of nowhere and rescue me so I can get out of the house. Is it wrong to not want to spend every waking moment with your kids?
i won't go anonymous because there is never (ever) truly an anonymous way to post online (anyone can see the IP address and figure out who said what by linking the non-anonymous IP to the anonymous IP address), so i'll post a "secret" but it won't be anything major. i'm a fortress of secrets that go all the way back to elementary school, and i'm still not spilling those beans! in this way, i am unlike my mother who can't keep a secret more than 60 seconds (it's been officially tested even) and that is why i like that i CAN keep a secret.
so this is my secret, i am writing a book. and no, you can't read it.
ps- if you dislike wearing your ring so much during the day, or certain tasks, you should invest in a necklace that has a charm latch on it so you can easily keep the ring ON you without having to actually wear it on your finger. While pregnant for Claire my fingers got huge that last month so i wore my rings around my neck on a necklace. safe keeping, no hurt feelings.
I think people would be shocked if they knew how sick I feel most days.
Even though my husband is finished in his mind, I am determined to change it for at least one more baby!
I worry about members of my family dying.
I want to punch David Hasselhoff and Nicolas Cage in the face.
I want to total the cars of people who ride up all the way till the last minute in the merge lanes...
I cried in High School Musical 2.
I judge people who constantly update or who write novels for their facebook status.
I try not to be judgmental, especially of other moms, but I am judging all the time.
I hate cats. I wish they would all die.
I think a lot of stereotypes are right.
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