read this today. and loved it. it made my (completely inconsistent) “post of the week.”

there is something i love about true confessions. i am drawn to people who shoot straight and who are willing to tell me (and/or the entire world wide web) how they really feel. i find such honesty refreshing and endearing.

now it’s my turn. although i honestly try to keep it real on this blog, i’m now going to out myself on three counts–reveal three truths about me. these are the kinds of things for which i know i may be judged. but i don’t care. much.

1. i listen to ksl talk radio. i don’t usually find amanda annoying unless she is selling something (a book, hot chocolate, or the mayan). in fact, in the past, we have exchanged a few pleasant e-mails. i also listen to classical 89. and orem high’s KOHS. and rock 103. call me old. call me crazy. call me eclectic. it is what it is.

2. i don’t watch r-rated movies. i don’t care if you choose to. i just choose to not. i am not opposed, however, to watching them if they’ve been edited for tv. (or the airlines, either, except i almost never fly.) this fact can make the whole oscar thing incredibly dull for me, because i spend most of the night looking at the dresses and not having a clue what anyone is talking about. if i watch at all. sometimes it’s just easier to flip through the next people magazine or catch the best- and worst-dressed list the next day on the web.

3. despite my efforts to be grammatically correct and my utter discomfort over a misused apostrophe or homophone, as i have gotten older i catch myself making those same mistakes. all. the. time. and i know better. i see the correct version of the word in my head, yet my fingers type the wrong one. on a regular basis i find my treasonous digits typing, “there” or “their” instead of “they’re.” “it’s” for “its.” “your” for “you’re.” “to” for “too.” even such atrocities ad “sail” for “sale” or “past” for “passed.” i started to keep a list once, but i can’t find it. it’s just as well, because this is, thus far, the most depressing thing to me about aging–even worse than the arthritis.

by the way, if you ever see me write “irregardless,” i beg you to please come and put me (and the rest of the world) out of my misery.

feeling brave? want to join me? you are welcome to reveal three true confessions which you may not be inclined to blog about or post as your facebook status.