Friday Confessional

Mamarazzi and Glamazon want to know what we have to confess this week.

I confess...that I am obsessed with a McDonald's Fruit & Yogurt Parfait. They are so good. I want to make my own at home-- I did a lot of research to find out how much and what kind of yogurt and fruit. Now I'm on the hunt for the perfect granola. I may just make my own. More later...

I confess...that I watched reruns of the Royal Wedding not once, but twice last weekend. It just sucked me in.

I confess...that I do not get celebrity baby names. Mariah Carey's kids are named after Marilyn (Monroe) and a design style (Moroccan). Really? You wait all that time and that's the best you can come up with? Don't get me wrong, I like something a little out of the ordinary, nobody wants their kids in class with 12 other Susie's (no offense to the Susie's out there). But how do you tell your child they were named after the decor' in your upstairs room? Granted that is also the room they got engaged in...I guess the kid's just lucky he didn't pop the question in the jacuzzi. What's the weirdest baby name you have heard?

I confess...that I feel sorry for criminals. I especially feel sorry for the ones stupid enough to break into 13 year old SUV's that belong to a pastor and a school employee looking for money. You know what you get when you do that? Nothing, nada, jack squat....but if you're nice and you come back to see me again, I may leave you a tract on the 10 Commandments...

I confess that I sang all of the words to Barry Manilow's, "Mandy" in the car this week. Thanks, Mom....

I confess...that the Rev has been referring to me as "Little _______ (fill in my Mom's name here)" because I have apparently taken on one of her traits that he thinks is funny. When I get hold of a good quality Styrofoam takeout cup with lid and straw, I will re-use it for days. He even writes my new name on them, but I told him he better stop or I will cut him (if you don't know this phrase, see this video)

I confess...that I'm pretty excited that the Rev is graduating tonight. Plenty of photos to come later, especially if he trips or gets his dress gown stuck in the back of his pants...

I confess...that the Rev said no more confessions or blog stories without his approval (we have a similar rule about sermons, no telling anything on me without approval). But he's not the boss of me...well technically he is the head of the household...to be continued...