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So here's my confession. I don't like the Beatles and don't understand the hype about them or their music. I can understand people from that generation liking them but I've never liked any of their songs.
I'm sure that the same will be said about music that we like now (Lady Gaga, Beyonce, etc.) when our kids get older.
Re: Friday Confessions
I've never really been conscious of how much I weigh and what I look like until I started working full-time and became a mom. I notice it more often now, and while I'm glad I'm more aware of what I look like in public, it kinda bugs me that I care a little too much about it. I mean, I was never frumpy to begin with, but I'm more aware of my body image when I never really used to care what others saw when they looked at me. Sigh.
I start training for my first 5K this weekend. I'm scared out of my mind because 1. I don't run, and 2. I'm so out of shape. But I'm going to do it dang it.
I won't send DS to my IL's in his nicer clothes because she keeps them and I don't see him in them again until he's outgrown them.
Scandalous.
My dinner tonight is going to be buffalo wings from the freezer, and that's it. And wine.
I have come to the realization that I just can't stand going to the mall and shopping with other people (my mom being the one exception). Seriously can't stand it. I want to go at my own pace, shop only in stores I want to go into, and I don't want to spend time fawning over crap I have no interest in. And as hard as I try to be nice about it, I think I come across as super fake and annoyed when this does happen.
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