Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Ida Clare, I Confess


Dear Creative Chicks,

I read this blog post the other day on a blog I had never visited where the woman had a section called, Confession Friday.  Well, you can bet your pope ring, I was all over that.  I admit, she did some confessing and in my mind, I granted her absolution.  The truth is she really didn’t confess anything juicy.

Oh yeah, she was slovenly.  She procrastinated.  She was behind in meeting her goals.  She was over-worked and didn’t take care of herself as she should, bla-bla-bla.  Real gut wrenching confessions. 

It reminded me of one of those tricky questions they try to spring on you in a job interview, “What would you say is one of your negative characteristics?”  And you pop up with the old, “Well, sometimes I work so hard, I fall down and don’t remember to go home at night to my wife and children because I become so obsessed with a project.”  Like your potential employer can’t see through that one.

We can see through your veiled confessions that you really are just tooting the other end of your horn.  So how’s this for some true confessions:

I eat Miracle Whip on crackers.  A lot.
I cut out the size label in all my clothes.  I say it’s because they make my neck itch.
I’ve adjusted the scales in the bathroom to reflect the weight of my denial and my sleep number.
I hide my trashy romance novels in public by wrapping them in a faux King James Version book cover.  I live in fear that someone will ask me to read them a scripture.

See, that’s what I’m talking about.  They say confession is good for the soul.  I say it’s good for the blog.

Here’s one more:  I don’t know what day it is.

Hugs,

2 comments:

bubble gum on the run said...

I'm not very brave. I'm saving confessions to only my closest friends!

Diana Meade writing as Ida Clare said...

Dear Bubble Gum,

Well, yeah, cause you are smarter than me.

My closest friends already know the big stuff, but I keep a few things back for shock value.

For instance, sometimes I drive down the road without playing the radio, the cd player, my ipod, the gps, or talk or text on the phone; however, I do roll down all the windows and hang my head out like a dog. This makes driving much more interesting.