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These are some of my favorite posts even though I feel like half the time they turn into rants so I appreciate you listening to my stark raving mad confessions. I confess half of these posts come to be while I’m driving in the car and I talk to text my thoughts which are random enough but Siri interpretation is 10 times more funny and nonsensical. With that said the first five are related to driving and traffic since I spend a great deal of time in my car. Hang with me this one is kinda random…..just warning you.
I confess I get irrationally angry when people try to cut in front of four lanes of solid traffic. Here’s a thought drive down to the next LIGHT and TAKE A LEFT at the appropriate cross section. Here let me give you a visual (you know how I like them).
I get even more agitated when that car has no butt. You know what I’m talking about? Cars should have butts.
Or when that car is a minivan. I swear I have almost been run off the road on multiple occasions from crazed minivan drivers who are probably driving with their knee and trying to separate two screaming kids in the back seat. Talk about distracted driving. My car dancing pales in comparison.
Moving on……. I confess I took a Barre class the other day and during a really difficult move I may have ummmm propped myself up to help out a teeny bit at the exact same time one of the instructors called out “If you need a great example to watch you can look at Amanda’s form…..errrrr she is doing a modification if you need to do that”. Yup I was totally busted.
I confess I was walking in the hallway of my condo back from teaching two classes. I was looking all kinds of a hot mess, carrying my computer, purse, water bottle, lunch bag and other various random stuff from my car when some brosif in a cut off tshirt looked at me and said “good evening pretty girl“. Excuse me?
That is a great visual of my current state of affairs I don’t know who he was calling pretty or the fact it actually aggravated me. Clearly something is wrong with me.
I confess if you saw my laundry room you would cringe. I have no storage in my condo so my laundry room has become my a jigsaw jenga game. Every time I need to do laundry some piece needs to get moved and occasionally the whole thing comes crashing down. Go home and kiss your pantry and cabinets for me. I’ll be busy taking my pots out of oven when I need to cook.
Finally, I confess every time I go and get ice cream from my kitchen and come back to sit on the couch with Mark I do a little jig….it looks a little like this