Confessions part 2

It’s been forever since I’ve shared some of my deepest, darkest secrets with you guys so today I’m back to confess a few things. After a crazy past couple of weeks working on the kitchen, lots of long nights and a ton of tension, I figured what better time to get some things off my chest and have a good laugh? Two birds with one stone.

I confess…

A few weeks months ago, I caught Cory feeding Einstein and Hampton jelly beans and his reasoning was “well, they like them.”

Our dogs have some pretty ridiculous nicknames…Hammy {pun intended. he’s a porker}, Hampy, Hampytown, Loud Mouth McGee, Stein, Steinburg syndrome, Speggy {Einstein} & Murbels {Hampton}, Chuckles, Charlie Boo Boo.

They probably have no idea what their real names are.

I’m not much of a homemaker. Cory is the one who does most of our cleaning because he’s OCD about it, and let’s just be honest, I’m lazy. It’s not that I’m a dirty person, I just don’t mind a mess.

The ironic thing is, all I’ve wanted to be for the past couple years is a stay at home wife. I think I’m hurting my chances since I don’t cook or clean.

I changed my major three times before my sophomore year of college and I still don’t know what I want to do with my life.

On that same note…

I worked really hard for a degree that I’ve never used. Sometimes I question whether or not the time and money was worth it.

What I wanted to tell our students last week during final exams…

My first semester at Clemson, the lock on my drivers side door jammed and would not open. My dad wanted to wait until summer break to get it fixed so I didn’t have to worry about being without a car. What he didn’t “understand” was how humiliating it was to be parked in a lot full of brand new BMWs and Mercedes {which now seems ridiculous for a freshman in college} and here I was having to crawl in and out of my passenger side door. So, I would linger around my car, like a total creeper, wait until no one was around and hop into the passenger seat. After chilling there for a few minutes, like I meant to get in on that side, I’d take another quick peek around to see if anyone was watching and then I’d crawl over into the drivers seat.

While it was humiliating at the time, I firmly believe that my dad knew exactly what he was doing. Everyone should have a humbling experience like that in their young life. Now, it wouldn’t bother me one bit. I’d just be thankful I still had a vehicle that ran.

If I call Cory and he doesn’t answer, I call him back 179 times and then proceed to freak out because he must be dead on the side of the road. I’ve gotten better than I used to be, though.

Sometimes, I forget I’m not a groomer and try to trim Einstein in between visits. It always turns out something like this.

The quickest way to my heart is through a guitar and a sweet love song.

Or Taco Bell.

A guitar or Taco Bell works every time. I once had a guy tell me I was the best first date he’d ever been on because I was cool with Taco Bell. You’d think that would’ve been a huge red flag.

It wasn’t.

For some strange reason, my car always smells like Taco Bell.  We’ve tried cleaning every square inch and it still smells.

I love a good “that’s what she said” joke. Maybe a little too much.

Chipotle is my liiiife. I could watch this 100 times a day and never get tired of it.

Have anything you need to get off your chest today? Get that confession on!