Saturday, September 26, 2009

Day Thirty

I'm closing in on a month...Is that possible? This started as a passing thought a while back and an impulse commitment 30 nights ago and here we are. I have completed some challenges, have more to go. Have grown some, have far more to go. Have found friends and I hope I have more to find.

So, I have decided if I am really letting go of all the things holding me back then I am going to air the dirty laundry. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am going to reveal the terrible, embarrassing hidden truths about myself. Like...

1. I love cheesy 70's soft rock like the Bee Gees, Ambrosia, and Barry Manilow. Whether it's "I'm Not in Love", "More Than a Woman", or "Trying to Get That Feeling", I know the words. Truthfully, this blemish on my character is not limited to the 1970s. It goes for 80's bands too, like Air Supply and Toto. If left alone in a car, I can completely tear it up, full-voiced singing "One is the Loneliest Number". There I've said it. (Think that I am saying this for humorous effect? Ask my husband. I even wrote a short film called "Shhh! Don't Tell My Husband" about my love for the old Manilow).

2. I eat my children's leftover fruit snacks. Yes, the unnaturally colored, gelatinous, humorously shaped food products. Yeah, I know. You don't have to say.

3. Most days, I only shave my legs to the knees. Enough said.

4. When I am home and not feeling well, I watch bad court TV -- Judge Judy, Judge Joe Brown, Judge Alex -- you name it. No redeeming value. No excuses. Just mind-numbing evidence of the inaccuracy of Darwin's theories.

5. I have seen "Bridget Jones' Diary" hundreds of times. (The first one. Not the swill of a sequel, "The Edge of Reason".)

There it is. In the great words of Popeye. "I am what I am". Now, isn't it better that you know these things about me before we get too serious? You can't say I misled you. So, if you know this and come back to read tomorrow, then I know that you like me -- "you really like me". And if you don't, if you just can't handle the truth... I bet you'll think of me next time you're in an elevator and hear "Copacabana".

5 comments:

Dave said...

I love you more than the air I breath... The sands, speck by speck, in all this world and beyond beaches... Stars by infinite in the skies... Salt in all the oceans... All men who have lived and died, past and in the distant future, will never ever understand... how much it is... There's not enough time on any clock... It's impossible...

Traci said...

If I am not the luckiest girl in the world, I do not who is. I love you, too.

Amira said...

Aww, you and Dave are CUTE! :)

And anyhow, going back to your post, what's wrong with fruit snacks? I buy them specifically for my own consumption. And...so does Matt! How adorable is that!

Unknown Mami said...

I only ever shave to my knees. Why would I want to start doing more?

Traci said...

I'm so glad that there are others like me. I notice, however, that no one has chimed in on the Manilow. Oh, well. I gotta be me... I gotta be me!
:-)