Confession Time! ((ABSOLUTELY NO JUDGEMENT))
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fingermunkie wrote: »If I have it, I drink Hershey's Syrup straight from the bottle. Like the whole thing, in a day. It's a fantastic PMS remedy.
I made caramel sauce for the purpose of making homemade ice cream....a spoonful went into my mouth every time I opened the fridge. None of it made it into the ice cream.
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I like lots of rock music, but could never work out to it....I need something with a good beat and rhythm, my iPod for the gym consists of dancehall and soca mostly.....0
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kellienw335 wrote: »After four days away, I am finally caught up on this thread. I avoided commenting over the last 3+ hours because I wanted to get through everything. Matthew McConaughey is sexy as hell! Someone, I can’t remember who, said he doesn’t wear deodorant. Here’s the thing, I don’t know anything about his private life and don’t want to. I just want him to smile and look pretty! I would probably still think Tom Cruise was hot if he would have kept his private life private!
Yes. I feel this way too. The details of the real person just interfere with the fantasy version in my head!0 -
I did a Zumba Gold workout one time. After that, I realized that even at 270-ish and recovering from a long illness, I could still move a lot faster than the old ladies.-1 -
DearestWinter wrote: »kellienw335 wrote: »After four days away, I am finally caught up on this thread. I avoided commenting over the last 3+ hours because I wanted to get through everything. Matthew McConaughey is sexy as hell! Someone, I can’t remember who, said he doesn’t wear deodorant. Here’s the thing, I don’t know anything about his private life and don’t want to. I just want him to smile and look pretty! I would probably still think Tom Cruise was hot if he would have kept his private life private!
Yes. I feel this way too. The details of the real person just interfere with the fantasy version in my head!
He is married to a Brazilian model. Now SHE is hot.
His accent kind of creeps me out.0 -
Guess who ate candy for dessert and dinner? I don't even caaaare and I was within my calories (amazing).0
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Agreed, not a fan of lateness. I blame it (mostly) on upbringing and military experience. Probably landed me my bride, because I was pretty much always where I said I'd be at whatever time and she apparently found that trait to be charming.Confession #:1 I hate being late. It totally stresses me out.
I have a person working for me who is on the autism spectrum who totally does not get this (and many other nonverbal cues) and I have to tell him what to do when he announces a call or someone dropping in for a meeting. Possibly something going with your assistant?Confession #2: I hate it when my assistant stands in my doorway while I'm on a telephone call. GRRRRR.
That is all.
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Confession: When working on my dissertation I have to use an app to block certain websites to help me focus. One of them is MFP.0
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Last confession for the day: I hate it when people are early. I understand why some people think being late is rude, but I think turning up earlier than you said you were going to is a lot more inconsiderate.0
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nuttyengineer wrote: »qn4bx9pzg8aifd wrote: »WillLift4Tats wrote: »Confession: the women's restroom toilet is 'backed up', and I'm not sure I wasn't the one to blame
LOL
On the bright side (yes, there *is* such a thing, when it comes to toilet 'blockage'), *you* aren't 'backed up' (!) (is anyone else hearing some faint background music in the form of Kool and the Gang's happy-time classic, "Celebrate" -- ?
), and appear to be getting enough fiber (if you're not, it remains an impressive feat, regardless -- how many people do you know who could alter functioning of an 'appliance' by simply 'going about their day' (?!) -- seriously, be proud! -- "hey, y'know how well my body's waste elimination physiology is working? -- so well that, in fact, I just clogged a toilet!" -- 'own' it, I say! 
)...
Edited to Add: In the hopes that this might make you feel better, or otherwise not embarrassed, I thought I'd offer a confessional truth of my own -- and that is... that I cannot count how many times I've clogged a toilet (!), and my home toilet, specifically... low-flush models were all the rage, but they didn't take into account the 'workload' that might be associated with 'taking care of business' for humans ingesting fiber in 'more than sufficient' (and sometimes downright accidentally impressive and somewhat mindboggling) amounts... there are times when I'm ready to heave the darn thing out a window (the toilet that is, not the waste product (in case there was any confusion )), and scream aloud, and for all the world to hear, "Is it too much to ask that a toilet do its freaking JOB?!!!"... though on the bright side, I feel like awarding my intestinal tract a kind of Gold medal, given how first-place-worthy its 'performance' is (realizing, of course, that the day when any sort of Olympics involving this as an 'Event' is somewhere long into the future... )
That made me laugh a little too hard.nuttyengineer wrote: »That being said, I have some stomach issues and -confession- thanks to my rather unhealthy eating choices the last few days I made a rather embarrassing mess out of the toilet at work today.
Y'know, I don't know if there *is* such a thing as an "embarrassing mess", when it comes to the realm of -- wait, I stand corrected... I'm now being forced to relive (courtesy of my memory suddenly bringing the following unfortunate 'sight' to the forefront of my mind, and torturously 'parading' it forth, 'in front of' my mind's 'eye') a most troubling moment when I, upon opening the door to a bathroom stall in a local store-which-shall-remain-nameless (but rhymes with "charge it" )... I came face-to-face (in a manner of speaking, thank goodness) with what appeared to have been some sort of 'crime scene', in which someone with rather remarkable biology (or so it would seem), and who was perhaps in possession of rather shocking flexibility (and no, Cirque du Soleil was not in town that day), had somehow managed to 'cover the wall' with a 'direct hit' of sorts, and was clearly *not* due to said Person of Interest having 'flung away' or otherwise 'hand decorated' that section of tiled wall -- *several feet* above the toilet seat -- ?!!! (*how* did that happen?!!!)
Truth be told, it resembled something more along the lines of some sort of 'weapon' having been used (like a bazooka, or some such disturbingly repurposed 'cannon'), and which somehow 'sprayed' the substance-which-shall-remain-nameless (but rhymes with "hi-I'll-see-ya" (ugh)), and with a kind of Jackson Pollock -ian 'artistry' (if the use of such a term would even be 'allowed' in this context (!))...
Yes, it's safe to say that I 'reversed course', and rather quickly... though I could not seem to stop trying to figure out (or otherwise 'understand') just *how* that horrendous 'graffiti' (whose 'statement' I remain (to this day!) hard-pressed to 'translate') happened to travel along whatever relevant 'exit path' was involved, let alone, just how on earth whatever propulsive force that was involved in explosively spewing said 'substance' was in any way biological in nature (and given that the 'evidence' had been 'left in place', one had to wonder whether it was being 'preserved' for scientific study (?!) (though some sort of yellow tape could have been used, at a minimum, to cordon off the no-one-in-their-right-mind-will-be-sitting-down-anywhere-in-the-vicinity(-of-'this') stall in question (and would have spared me from 'taking in' the unsettling sight))).
Long story short (too late!), *that*, oh, nuttyengineer, is 'making a rather embarrassing mess out of a toilet'... and thus (if I can 'go out on a limb' here), I dare say, you have nothing to be embarrassed about...nuttyengineer wrote: »What is embarrassing is that my fitness instructor is more than twice my age and yet I feel like she could probably snap me in half if she really wanted to and I can barely keep up with her.
Nay, 'tis not embarrassing, I say... look at it as a reminder of something rather wonderful -- that we humans can get better with age, and in any of so many meaningful and terrific ways... 0 -
qn4bx9pzg8aifd wrote: »
Y'know, I don't know if there *is* such a thing as an "embarrassing mess", when it comes to the realm of -- wait, I stand corrected... I'm now being forced to relive (courtesy of my memory suddenly bringing the following unfortunate 'sight' to the forefront of my mind, and torturously 'parading' it forth, 'in front of' my mind's 'eye') a most troubling moment when I, upon opening the door to a bathroom stall in a local store-which-shall-remain-nameless (but rhymes with "charge it" )... I came face-to-face (in a manner of speaking, thank goodness) with what appeared to have been some sort of 'crime scene', in which someone with rather remarkable biology (or so it would seem), and who was perhaps in possession of rather shocking flexibility (and no, Cirque du Soleil was not in town that day), had somehow managed to 'cover the wall' with a 'direct hit' of sorts, and was clearly *not* due to said Person of Interest having 'flung away' or otherwise 'hand decorated' that section of tiled wall -- *several feet* above the toilet seat -- ?!!! (*how* did that happen?!!!)
Truth be told, it resembled something more along the lines of some sort of 'weapon' having been used (like a bazooka, or some such disturbingly repurposed 'cannon'), and which somehow 'sprayed' the substance-which-shall-remain-nameless (but rhymes with "hi-I'll-see-ya" (ugh)), and with a kind of Jackson Pollock -ian 'artistry' (if the use of such a term would even be 'allowed' in this context (!))...
Yes, it's safe to say that I 'reversed course', and rather quickly... though I could not seem to stop trying to figure out (or otherwise 'understand') just *how* that horrendous 'graffiti' (whose 'statement' I remain (to this day!) hard-pressed to 'translate') happened to travel along whatever relevant 'exit path' was involved, let alone, just how on earth whatever propulsive force that was involved in explosively spewing said 'substance' was in any way biological in nature (and given that the 'evidence' had been 'left in place', one had to wonder whether it was being 'preserved' for scientific study (?!) (though some sort of yellow tape could have been used, at a minimum, to cordon off the no-one-in-their-right-mind-will-be-sitting-down-anywhere-in-the-vicinity(-of-'this') stall in question (and would have spared me from 'taking in' the unsettling sight))).
Long story short (too late!), *that*, oh, nuttyengineer, is 'making a rather embarrassing mess out of a toilet'... and thus (if I can 'go out on a limb' here), I dare say, you have nothing to be embarrassed about...
I kind of had the same experience when I went to summer camp in France a couple of years ago. The campsite we were staying at only had washrooms with toilets that are built into the ground. The typical way of using them is to squat down but according to the remains on the wall somebody must have done a downward facing dog instead of a squat.0 -
LadyAbsynthe wrote: »Last confession for the day: I hate it when people are early. I understand why some people think being late is rude, but I think turning up earlier than you said you were going to is a lot more inconsiderate.
Really? Not judging, but just trying to understand. If I am early to meet with someone, I'll just lol at myself and plonk myself down to wait. My mother is a perennial early-runner, my father is always late, I swear they got married just so they'd be on time. My mother gets it from her parents; on one memorable occasion, we said we'd meet them at a cafe at 11 - we arrived at 10:20, her parents at 10:30!
Although I suppose if they are coming to your house, that is rude, to be early.0 -
LadyAbsynthe wrote: »Last confession for the day: I hate it when people are early. I understand why some people think being late is rude, but I think turning up earlier than you said you were going to is a lot more inconsiderate.
Really? Not judging, but just trying to understand. If I am early to meet with someone, I'll just lol at myself and plonk myself down to wait. My mother is a perennial early-runner, my father is always late, I swear they got married just so they'd be on time. My mother gets it from her parents; on one memorable occasion, we said we'd meet them at a cafe at 11 - we arrived at 10:20, her parents at 10:30!
Although I suppose if they are coming to your house, that is rude, to be early.
It drives me nuts when people are early to an event at my house. If they're early to meet somewhere, that's their own problem, but I agree that it's really rude to rock up to an event at someones home early. It cuts into prep time and forces you to entertain them rather than doing those last minute things. I also don't like it when client's are early to meetings. I feel like I'm doing the wrong thing making them wait, but often I'm still prepping, or have a previous appointment.0 -
Ok I was way over anyway, so I figured I'd try a Peeps from my kids' pile. It's not very flavorful. Not bad I guess, but I think I'd rather use those 28 calories on some chocolate or a caramel, lol.
I have an intense dislike for peeps, they're weird and creepy and I thank god my parents never bought them for us growing up!
They're creepy! It feels like their little beady eyes are watching you.0 -
LadyAbsynthe wrote: »Last confession for the day: I hate it when people are early. I understand why some people think being late is rude, but I think turning up earlier than you said you were going to is a lot more inconsiderate.
For me it's all context. If I'm having people over I don't like it if they turn up early, as I'm usually running around at the last minute getting ready and don't expect people early (although I know who might be). If I'm going to someone's house and accidentally end up there early I walk around outside or go to a coffee shop so as to avoid bothering them before the start time. I also generally assume (unless it is stated otherwise or there's a reason, like we are doing something at a specific time) that party guests are assumed to be arriving AFTER the start time, not on the dot. But if we are meeting in a public place/restaurant (which is common for me), I think being late is rude and being early makes no difference (since if someone wants to sit and wait to avoid making me sit and wait by myself, certainly no inconvenience to me!).
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Peeps aren't my fav go-to, but they are like Pumpkin Pie, it kinda wouldn't be Thanksgiving without it. Or pecan pie, my first choice...0
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My confession--I ended up going back and finishing off that chocolate I bought before Easter last night rather than just eating the serving I'd originally planned (which would have fit into my calories). It's not a big deal calorie wise, but I was totally thinking "I'm getting back on plan tomorrow so might as well eat this now or it will be tempting and I'll just eat it later, it's like preparation." That's so typical of my personal brand of fat logic that it annoys me I did this.
Ah, well. It's done and confessed. ;-)0 -
Ok I was way over anyway, so I figured I'd try a Peeps from my kids' pile. It's not very flavorful. Not bad I guess, but I think I'd rather use those 28 calories on some chocolate or a caramel, lol.
I have an intense dislike for peeps, they're weird and creepy and I thank god my parents never bought them for us growing up!
I think I confessed this before, but I irrationally hate all marshmallow related items. I enjoyed roasted them over a fire mainly because it was fun to set them on fire or just turn them black, and the fact that we were supposed to be excited about 'smores always confused me.
With peeps, I firmly believe that no one really likes to eat them, they are just fun to play with or pose or (of course) put in the microwave. Like other people and their weird conspiracy theories, I refuse to give up this idea, no matter what.0 -
I ate double my caloric intake on Easter D;, oh well I'm kicking my self in the but for that by cutting my intake and upping my exercise. I have no will power(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻0
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Smores *drool*
Instead of a piece of Hershey's chocolate I've always wanted to try a Ghirardelli caramel square instead.0
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