Rain City Life

So Tricia tagged me to share 10 confessions the other day. I must admit – this one was kind of hard after the first 5 or so. It took me a few days – but I have come up with 10 things to confess to you all.

The rules of the game are:

• Confess 10 things and tag 10 people.
• You can talk about something embarrassing, something no one knows about or a guilty pleasure.

So here we go!

1. I have an irrational fear of ghosts

I know it sounds crazy but I totally believe in ghosts. And though I feel like it would be so bad ass to run into one in real life, I know deep down it would scare the absolute crap out of me. I always have had this sense of adventure, like I’d love to experience a tornado or walk through an actual haunted house. However, when I was faced with the brief possibility of facing a tornado in Kansas when I was as 9 years old I cried like a baby and whenever I go into any place creepy my heart pounds. So do I really want to face a real life ghost? I don’t know. But I like to think that both of my dead grandpa’s know, that even though I feel like it would be awesome to run into them, it would really scare the crap out of me – and so therefore they stay the hell away.

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2. I wanted to BE a Backstreet Boy

No, I didn’t want to be WITH a Backstreet Boy. I didn’t have any sort of crush on them either. No, I wanted to BE a Backstreet Boy. I wanted to be that awesome chick who was so good she could perform with them and be the envy of all the girls because I got to hang out with them all the time. Maybe deep down it was me wanting to be a singer. Regardless, I wanted to be on stage with them, singing my ass off.

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3. I don’t want bottles and caps to be apart

When I recycle bottles, I don’t separate the bottle from the cap – because I don’t want them to be apart. Yeah.

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4. I shopped at Wet Seal well into my 20’s

I shopped at Wet Seal longer than I care to admit. When I would go in there, I was shopping with teenagers. Whatever – their tank tops were cheap.

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5. I am convinced that the crows in my neighborhood are out to get me

Early last summer we had a baby crow show up randomly in our back yard. It just sat there – for hours. We threw pine cones it’s way and it didn’t even budge, yet there were 2 adult crows in the trees looking on. Later, the next day, that damn baby crow showed up on our door step. Literally. I had an appointment with the college and needed to leave. It’s parents were hanging out outside our house. I went out the back door. This baby crow hung out in our yard for probably a week or two. It’s parents cawing and stalking us every damn day, hanging out on the telephone wires and being just downright assholes. Since then, I have had an irrational fear of crows. I swear to god the ones in my neighborhood are stalking me. I walk down the street, go for a run, it doesn’t matter what I’m doing, they’re watching me. Every time I walk by they caw. Crows know faces, they remember, and are smarter than we think. I am convinced I’m being stalked by these stupid birds.

6. I’m afraid of zippers

This is something I didn’t realize until recently. I’m not afraid of zippers – I’m afraid of people zipping me up. Matt has tried to affectionately zip up my hoodie or my jacket in the past few months and each time I cringe. I am reminded of past times when the skin on my neck was caught in a zipper. I can’t remember when this happened or how, but it’s just what I see when it happens. I trust no one but myself to zip me up.

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7. Catholic guilt

Anyone who is Catholic probably knows what I’m talking about. I was raised Catholic and as a result I have what we call “Catholic Guilt”. I feel guilty over stupid shit. I remember once, when I was 8, my dad received a gift he already had and it kept me up for nights. It was a baseball roster. I mean, really? I can’t even convey this properly without you just simply knowing what I’m talking about – but trust me. It’s here, it’s a bitch, and you won’t ever get over it.

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8. If I Don’t Work Out I Feel Guilty

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This goes hand in hand with Catholic guilt but I really am running out of shit to say. If I don’t work out, I feel like I should have. If I don’t work out, I feel guilty or I feel fat. I feel my sexiest when I work out and shave in the same day. Sometimes I wear matching underwear and I really feel like I have shit my together. Regardless, if I don’t work out, I somehow convince myself that I am getting fat or that I should’ve worked out and I single handedly ruin my entire day.

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9. My Family Nickname is Peepers

Yes, you read that right. There is a family controversy over where I received this name but everyone can all agree upon the fact I was given it to due to my “big blue eyes”. The only people who call me this is my mother and my grandmother, on occasion my aunt, or my cousin who just wants to be funny. Once, when I was in 4th grade, the boys in my class caught wind of the fact this was my nickname thanks to my brown lunch bag and “Peepers” written across the front, thanks to my mother. For the rest of the year they called me Peepers. Finally, the next year, I told the boys that the only people who called me that was family so unless they wanted to marry me, they couldn’t call me Peepers. That shut them up.

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10. I Can Rap All of “Lose Yourself”

I don’t know how or why this happened – but this white girl can rap all the words to Eminem’s Lose Yourself. That is all.

Peepers out!

I am tagging the following:

Sean Day with Views From Two Wheels

Heidi May with Waterfront Living

Sarah Rose Steckler with Fit Cupcake

and those are my only friends so that is all.