I’m trying to join my friend Joi this week over at Rx Fitness Lady with her mini blog challenge party!
Today’s topic: Confessions of a Blogger.
Can I first confess that I didn’t know what I was going to write? Then I figured I’d let you in on a few little secrets about myself. Ok, maybe not secrets – but I think they can qualify as confessions?
1. I’m not good at following recipes. I often add things to recipes. You see, I like to use chicken broth and chocolate in anything I can (but not in the same thing. Yet.) My stepdaughter commented the other day, while cooking with me, and pouring some chicken broth into a sauce, that I seem to add chicken broth to everything! I laughed. It’s true. I try to skip out on butter and oil, and add chicken broth instead. It’s my way of being healthier, and my way of saving some calories to have room for the chocolate that I try to add to all baking. Healthy cookies? Better with some chocolate. One cup chocolate chips? That’s it? I’ll dump in the whole bag. You know what, I actually have ruined recipes because of too much chocolate. Did you know that was even possible?
2. I can teach a class no problem, talk away, get other people talking. I am a Speech Therapist for crying out loud. I teach about communication! People actually think public speaking is a breeze for me, and if I am the teacher (i.e. I know the topic and am prepared), I’m pretty good! But, do not ask me to make a phone call, or call on me in a class, or even expect me to attend a class or a conference without it requiring some major self talk (yup, I do that) to get me to it. I’ve been working on it: I took a photography course this summer, and actually had to discuss one of my photos – without any warning! My big goal is to one day get to a blogging conference, and to keep taking some other classes (the ultimate challenge would be a yoga class for me – class combined with exercise – yikes!)
3. I love chocolate milk. It’s my favourite drink. I would drink it anywhere, everywhere and with anything. If it’s on sale (milk is quite expensive where I live:), I buy. Lots of it. And I don’t share. You might think I am kidding, but recently I was grocery shopping with Josh and the chocolate milk was on sale. So, I bought 4 cartons of it (1litre cartons). When I got to checkout, I had 6 cartons?? Josh simply told me, “Mom, you buy so many and don’t share. You bought 4 for yourself, so I had to get 2 for us”. I was a tad bit embarrassed in front of the check out lady. **** I am Canadian – and chocolate milk is very different here. I’m not sure why or how (our actual chocolate is different too ), but I don’t like chocolate milk in the US. So don’t judge me until you have tried Canadian chocolate milk. It’s even super tasty in skim.
4. I love to cry in movies. Give me a movie that makes me a do a big, ugly cry, and that is a movie I will watch over and over. My kids think it’s kinda funny, and a little embarrassing if we are in the theatres. But, at home, they seem to get a kick out of asking “Is Mom crying yet?”, then one of the little guys will touch my face (we are often watching in the dark) and give everyone else the update. I love to cry in TV shows too. Crying is good!
5. I am very committed to my faith and am so grateful for it. I also love hearing about other people’s journeys with their beliefs and non beliefs. But, I get a little sick of the “bad press” about being a person who belongs to an organized religion. We often hear how “religious people” judge the “non-religious”, but let me tell you, it really goes both ways! The reality is people are people: there are the good, the bad, and the ugly in organized religion, and in “no religion”, and every other shade in between. I choose to live the life I lead because it is what I choose. I may share it with you, but that is more of a function of me having a desire to share, just like I want to hear your perspective too! Love is the overriding value for me in everything. If we truly love, then we can leave the judgements behind.
6. My husband says I am “mean when stressed.” By “mean”, I think he means, no nonsense. I’m a straight shooter and don’t have a whole lot of tolerance for playing mind games. And when I’m stressed, or in a rush, I’ll call you on it. I guess he thinks I could be a little nicer though. The other day we were grocery shopping and if you spend $50 you can get a free item (usually a basket of peaches, a bag of potatoes or something similar – but if you spend $250, you don’t get 5 free items, which I think stinks). Anyhow. This week, the item was a bouquet of flowers. We were checking out. I was very stressed as we had to finish checking out, drive home, unpack all the groceries and make it to a soccer game that started in 1 hour and was a 45 min drive away. So when the poor checkout lady offered me my free flowers, apparently I said “No” in a very abrupt way. My loving, calm, have-to-show-me-up-with-his-kindness husband responded, “Yes, thank you. We will take these beautiful flowers”, then shot me a look that I know said all kinds of things.
7. I’m terribly intimidated by social media. I’ve said this before. I mean it’s almost a fear. It’s an anxiety at the very least. Crazy I know. Why? Dunno. Just am. No one will follow me. Too many people will follow me. No one will like a post. Too many people will like a post. I won’t know what to say. I’ll have too much to say. I will say the wrong thing. I will say nothing of importance. I will love what people say. I will be crushed by what people say. BUT, I’m jumping in. I am slowly working on re-designing my blog, and have decided along with that to jump in with two feet: