Late Confessions

I confess that I missed confessing last week because we were driving to Lubbock to surprise my mother-in-law for her birthday. It was amazing, especially when at first she didn't even notice that it was Eric who answered the door, and not his little brother Porter.

I confess that we went to a used book store in Lubbock and spent WAY too much money. We're going to use some of them as Christmas presents for each other to assuage our guilt about our lack of self-control. (And by "our" I mostly mean "my." Stupid trade-sized paperbacks.)

I confess that I love my job, although I did shudder slightly at the idea of storytime being DVDs of books being read and not actual people reading. However, decorating the entire place for Christmas was delightful, as is everything else. I even got to suggest a book to a patron.

I confess that I can't wait to go to Utah for Thanksgiving next weekend. I confess I am hoping for snow so I get at least a little this year.

I confess that I have been so tired lately that I find myself wondering if I'm falling asleep for microseconds with my eyes open. I confess that I wonder this because of an episode of Scientific American Frontiers that I saw as a teenager. I confess that I'm not sure why my brain chose to store that particular experiment to the long-term memory.

I confess that I have watched all of Downton Abbey season 2, which doesn't show up in America until January. I confess that it was amazing, and I will probably watch it again in all of its soap opera-y goodness when it's on Masterpiece. I am very much looking forward to the Christmas special.

I confess that I just bought tickets to the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn. I confess that this was a stupid idea, since 1) it's going to be ridiculous, 2) I have to teach seminary Friday morning and 3) we are driving to San Antonio Friday night so we can fly out early Saturday morning. I confess that I will be sneaking in a nap or two, because the hilarity of opening night is priceless.

The Confession Connection

I confess that I get really excited when the Williams-Sonoma catalog comes in the mail. It's not because I can afford anything they sell. It's because they are full of recipes and beautiful pictures of food. Food that I want to eat immediately.

I confess that another of my friends has started confessing because of my confessions, which makes me really excited. I'd say that I'm a trendsetter, but since I totally stole the idea from Debra, I think I'm more like a good-idea-recognizer, as are my friends.

I confess that I've been dancing around to Muppet covers all week. I further confess that I know all of the words to "The Rainbow Connection," and I'm pretty sure I have inadvertently acquired 3 different covers of it. I confess that when I'm singing along with it, I am fairly certain that  I will sing my future children to sleep with it.

I confess that on Halloween, we really planned on going out and celebrating in costume. But then sitting home eating roasted potatoes and watching scary movies seemed so much more appealing, and we'd already been to the trunk or treat the weekend before . . .

I confess that Eric and I are the funniest seminary teachers ever. I'm pretty sure that's just because Exodus is thoroughly amusing and incredibly tied to Charleton Heston in my mind.

I confess that I am delighted that I have reached a point where I actually enjoy reading the scriptures, and when Jacob says things like, "and I cannot write but a little of my words, because of the difficulty of engraving our words upon plates" and "hoping that our beloved brethren and our children will receive them with thankful hearts" I  read, "Man, it sure is hard to write on these dang plates! I hope you people appreciate all the work I'm putting into this so that you'll be able to read them in the future!" I know that's probably not what he meant . . . but maybe he did just a little bit. (Also, I confess that our branch is doing a Book of Mormon challenge, and I think we're supposed to be almost through Alma now. In other words, we're about 5 books behind. Whoops.)

I confess that I'm trying to figure out how to celebrate Guy Fawkes Day this weekend. I don't have anywhere to build a bonfire, and we just watched V for Vendetta not so very long ago. What else does one do to celebrate bonfire night?

I confess that I had to be drug tested yesterday for a job. I confess that being drug tested is incredibly awkward, especially the part where you have to hand back the cup. But on the bright side, it means I have a job. A job that pays very little, but is at least a job.