.............. Meanwhile, Over-the-Rainbow Mimosa cupcakes, anyone? ;)
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wow do those sound yummy....are they easy to make...recipe please since I can't be up close and personal with one or two of them....lol

youre amazing.....*smiles* ....so you deserve to feel like that...always...

I confess...

...while I know I'm doing the right thing, my patience is wearing thin with my mother being here.

...I miss my privacy.

...I am nervous about having a new boss...even though I know I have powerful people in the company who totally support me.

...it feels wonderful to sleep through the night...and not to lay awake, stressed or upset, anymore.

...I am counting down the days. :rrose:

I confess that I get bashful around pretty women. I shuffle my feet and look down and my face gets red. Sheesh!!

I confess families keep life interesting, even states away.

I confess this is not usually a good thing, at least in my experience.

Forgive me, forumers, for I have sinned. It's been at least a week since my last confession.

*deep breath*

I ate 3 brownies and 4 Cheesestrings last night and went to bed dreaming of a butch in Toronto (nobody on this site) whom I'll never have a chance to seduce. I feel completely guiltless about the food but a little abashed at my squidgy little feelings.

Penance?

I confess.....

One thing on my list of things I want to get done that keeps reappearing is to put the CFL bulbs in. I bought a contractors pak at home depo (24) before thanksgiving.

Today is the day. I moved the car to get to the ladder. The Kayak was
in the way. Who put the ladder in that spot anyhow? Dragged it to the hallway AND finally got going.

I confess....an hour later, and a broken nail and another one chipped from those little screws that hold the glass light shades on.....one CFL replaced,
ladder propped against the wall.

I confess sleeping through the night would be heavenly tonight. I just keep pushing myself...

i confess my love continues to grow....

i confess i can't wait till my lentils and rice are done cooking.
i confess i should probably stay home again tomorrow... but i'm not gonna.
i confess i'm a hott mess. :p

I confess:
1. That I'm not perfect.
2. I'm not a daddy.
3. I'm not a badass at all times.
4. I'm not into Bdsm.
5. That I might not open all your doors.
6. I'm a kid at heart.
7. I'm just me. :)



* NOTE:
I was asked to confess what I am.
I'm just a butch who's laid back and
down to earth. Maybe even a stone butch.
I'm doing research on that. ;)

I confess... having my words twisted around tonight really turned into fun, kinky thoughts of "fun in the tub" ;) ;)

i confess...that my inner babygirl is feeling neglected and i hate that needy feeling and it makes me want to go hide somewhere.

I confess that my Mother drives me crazy!!!
I confess that I love me just the way I am.
I confess that I love reality tv.
I confess I love brunettes.
I confess that my Mother drives me crazy.
Hmmm, I think there's a pattern here. Lol. :)

I confess that I am finding more humor than I should in the drama at work. Folks, things change, that happens sometimes and that's okay.
I confess I find it inefficient to chase people down to find out what they really want me to do. I am not really a scary person.
I confess that my invisibility shield must be working very well as a parent I've met with and talked on the phone through out the school year claims to have not met me.
I confess that I am going to extra enjoy wine tonight.

I confess. I am made of a sweet, dark evil. I brought cake into a newsroom gearing up for election night. There's not a journalist alive who can resist sugar when on deadline. (*muahahahaha* <-- Maniacal laughter)

I tried some new recipes this weekend. The confection I arrived at was this delicious chocolate cake with an espresso glaze covered in a caramel frosting. One bite makes your eyes roll back in your head with food-gasm. ... And here's a close-up ...

http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/...y2012/Cake.jpg

I confess that I would really like to get wasted tonight but I'm so freakin exhausted it might be a waste cause I'd probably crash and burn before I emptied the bottle and met my goal of wastism... Yeh, I'm going with that confession.