Tell All – Confession Time

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Today I tell all. Or at least a few things you may not have known about me.  It's confession time on The Fringe. I thought I would take this opportunity to get to know you a little bit better, but it's hard for me to entice you into spilling your guts in the comments, so I'm going to go first. After this, you should feel sufficiently guilted into leaving a comment and telling me all sorts of fun facts about you. Even all you blog stalkers.  Don't pretend; you know who you are. A Few Fun Facts I eat popcorn.  Lots of it.  Sometimes with butter, sometimes with salt, but … [Read more...]

Time for A Confession

Notice how confession doesn't exactly spread like, say, the flu?  Ya, doesn't go around much, but I decided it was time for some good old-fashioned confessing...good for the soul and all. For all you list lovers out there, I'll start the confession ball rolling with a list.  Am I making you happy this morning or what? 1.  I hate candy corn.  Whew!  Glad I got that off my chest.  I just cannot understand all you people who crave those colored kernels.  Since childhood, I've detested candy corn.  In fact I filled glass jars with the stuff and used it for decoration around the house.  I'm … [Read more...]

My Secret Life Part 2

I seem to be on a confessing roll.  I'd rather not be confessing to you since I usually save my confessions for prayer; however, this exercise seemed to be liberating for more than just myself.  Here's part 2: I recently discovered a pair of slightly sun-bleached green panties in my car.  You can't imagine my me you cannot.  Sadly, they were of course mine...well, I'd be quite infuriated if they were another woman's, but secretly I'd hoped they weren't mine.  My daughter's maybe?, too wide.  Now you may be wondering what my panties were doing in the car...don't let … [Read more...]

My Secret Life

I am constantly reading everybody's "confessions".  I think it's the trend to confess your deepest, darkest secrets on your blog.  So I thought, why not join in the fun. Here goes...the tell all. 1.  I NEVER finish the last sip of liquid in my cup, can, or bottle.  NEVER!  Maybe it's fear of backwash.  My husband thinks I need psychological help for this disorder. 2.  I read my firstborn the dictionary when he was only days old.  I continued reading to him out of dictionary for much of his infancy.  Yes, some mothers start their young ones on Peter Rabbit, but I jumped right to The … [Read more...]