I Must Confess…Randomness
This week I’m heading a little off-road and confessing to some randomness, something I haven’t done for a while. I must confess that it’s quite handy to have a weekly outlet to get things off my chest and cleanse my soul!
First off, I have to confess that I have never been properly fitted for a bra. My husband gave me a Bras n Things voucher for Mothers Day and I am intending to go in shortly to actually get fitted for the very first time. I am small breasted and have gone through life as a 12A – it will be interesting to see whether I am actually that size or not.
Second, I have to confess that I am quite nervous about going to the psychologist this afternoon for my first appointment. I am no stranger to psychologists but it doesn’t make it any easier to take that first step and talk to someone about my issues. I know I will cry, I know it will bring some painful revelations to the surface and I know that I am not looking forward to it. But I know it is something that I need to do in order to make real change in my life.
Third, I have to confess that I am now officially addicted to Candy Crush Saga.
There is a very good reason that I don’t normally start playing Facebook games. I get addicted very, very easily. Cafe World was my first obsession. Man, I used to live my life around that game. I would get up early to get meals started and get back online after work to make sure they were delivered to my customers before going off.
So, keeping this in mind, I resisted Candy Crush Saga for ages. But I have still fallen for the sheer addiction of getting those candies to match, getting rid of the jelly and making sure the fruit fall to the bottom. Matilda is also now addicted. Yes, you are looking at the mother of the year here!
Fourth, I have to confess that on Saturday I went shopping by myself, for the first time in ages. I also have to confess, that before my shopping jaunt, I did not own a belt or a decorative scarf. Accessories are not my strong suit. But I am now the proud owner of a belt and of two scarves. And a bag for my work folders. And a grey dress for work and play. I may not have shopped for a while but it’s good to know that I can still do it!
Finally, returning to our weekly prompt, I have to confess that I have mixed tastes when it comes to names. I like feminine, traditional names for girls but I like different, strong names for boys. As you know, Gilbert, Matilda and Delilah are pseudonyms for my kids’ real names. My firstborn son’s name is a little unusual, in the manner of Baxter, Spencer, Hunter and Archer (all very cool names!) while my daughters’ names are far more traditional, like Elizabeth, Madeleine, Lily and Mia.
I must confess that I am dissatisfied that my kids names don’t actually “go” together. Do you get what I mean?
When I was young, I dreamed of matching names for all my kids. It was all about them matching in some way, either in number of letters, syllables or in style. I have always had a soft spot for classic, traditional names and I always assumed that’s what I’d have – Victorias and Christians or Alexanders and Annabelles.
In real life, you have to name your child jointly with your partner. I am married to a teacher, which is possibly the worst occupation to be in when it comes to names. He invariably knows a troublesome child who happens to be named the same as your absolute favourite name, which then knocks it out as a viable option. It’s painful. Extremely painful.
To be honest, I can’t believe that we ever agreed on names, on three separate occasions! And although our kids names don’t match in number of letters or in style, they suit my kids to a tee and I can’t imagine them being known by anything else.
So, what are you going to confess this week? Hopefully something juicy. I am ready and waiting to hear your deepest, darkest thoughts!
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Next week’s prompt – let’s talk pet peeves. What gets under your skin and makes you completely ropeable?