fessing up friday

Fessing up isn't all that hard to do. I'll be doing it most every Friday on this blog. 

This week I'm fessing up to:

1 .I'm fessing up to forgetting to vote for the first time in my life on this election day.

2. I'm fessing up to cancelling attending our regular ladies dinner this Friday night, no reason, just not feeling it!

3. I'm fessing up to watching way to much TV when my husband was away on his trip. Can anyone say Burn Notice marathon?

4 .I'm fessing up to going to bed really early while my husband was gone so I could hog the whole bed!

5. I'm fessing up to the fact that we don't recycle regularly in our house, we're responsible for transporting our own garbage to the dump we kinda do it when the mood strikes. I know, terrible!

6. I'm fessing up serious outrage at the adults that turn a blind eye to abuse of children.

7. My husband gave permission for someone to hunt on our land. I'm fessing up; hate it!

If you need to unburden yourself, just fess up in the form of a comment.

fessing up friday

Ever since my friend Kristen over at a little something for me ended her Confession Booth linky things have been building up for me. So although my new blog as of today has 4 followers (and one of them is me) they'll be no linky, I'm thinking it wouldn't exactly be a hit.

So on Friday's when the mood stikes I'll be "fessing up" to whatever is weighing me down with a twist of humor.

This week I'm fessing up to:

I was given a half a large bag of Halloween candy from my Mom and we didn't get a single Trick or Treat-er at our house; guess whose been in that darn bag of candy all week?

I'm annoyed and in a bit of a rut or maybe just to comfortable cooking the same things over and over again and just a tiny bit lazy to find and experiment with new recipes.

I'm to being a bit bummed out that grilling season is just about over and now I have to do all the cooking.


I fess up to being really out of shape, I was in pain from walking when we toured DC two weeks ago. I also confess I haven't a thing to get into shape, to rectify the situation.

I spoil my cat Cheetah and let him sleep in my bed but not the other cats.

I am fessing up that  my neighbors cats are trying to come through our kitty doors to get the cat food in our house, and causing problems with our cats. But I'm too polite to say something even when they asked if their cats were a problem. I don't want bad feelings with the neighbors- they're kinda nice people.

I am fessing up in a yucky way that my toe nails are long and my feet are like sand paper, I could probably climb a telephone poll with my bare feet. I need to give myself a pedicure.

Need to get fess up to something? Feel free to tell us in a comment.....