I confess that one of the more annoying pre-holiday issues
in 2011 was that our refrigerator died.
Almost everything in it was ruined and we had to drop a thousand dollars on the unplanned purchase of a new fridge. I confess that this is why I’m doubly annoyed by the fact that our
washing machine died last week & we had to buy a new one. I confess that although I’m incredibly
thankful to have been married for 15 years this apparently means all of our stuff will breaking down, (which could be a metaphor for the human condition). Nevertheless, the fact that our
appliances will be succumbing to planned obsolescence gives me a rash. (Also, washers & dryers have become exceedingly more complex over the past 15 years - I confess that I am intimidated by our new set).
I confess that I'm annoyed by the fact that you spell "refrigerator" without out a "d," and yet there is a "d" in "fridge," which is short for refrigerator. How can the short version of a word contain an extraneous letter? I confess that spell check does not seem ambiguous on the matter.
I confess that I could watch the BLR - "Bad Lip Reading" videos of politicians all day long. I confess that I actually have to set limits on the number of these I let myself watch in one sitting... seriously... no self-control.
I confess that I often have to set limits on my participation in meaningless diversions of all kinds, typically online ones. Although I will confess that we have a Foosball table in our church & I will play Scott just for the diversion, even thought I've never scored more that 3 points against him in a single game. I confess that my favorite diversions are reading an endless supply of online news, Facebook & Twitter, & blogs. I confess that I am convinced this happens because sometimes body/mind/spirit feels empowered to force me into taking what I like to call "involuntary days off." I confess that my involuntary days off are always followed by guilt and depression when I actually look at the list of things I have to do.
I confess that I finished My Name is Asher Lev last night while sitting on the bleachers at my son's basketball practice with 5 or 6 moms (the only male doing so). I confess that over the last 50 pages of the book I cried no less than 5 times. That I cried while reading a book is nothing to be embarrassed about. That I cried while sitting in the bleachers surrounded by soccer moms who kept looking like they wanted to ask me if I was "okay," was a real problem. I seriously thought I was about to get invited to be a part of their next book club, or handed a tissue... or maybe the book is just... that... good...
I confess that I am entertained by the fact that republicans may just nominate a former congressman who resigned in disgrace because of serious ethics violations which were completely unrelated to the fact that he had just led the impeachment of a president for lying about adultery while... wait for it... carrying on his own adulterous affair. I confess that I believe the whole reason they are doing this is tied to Mitt Romney's Mormon faith. I confess that I think the only thing the republicans could do to really fire up the democrats, would be to run Newt Gingrich... (I think the dems will have a cow, which would be equally entertaining to me). I wonder if it wouldn't be smart for both of the major parties to go back to brokered conventions & guys in back rooms smoking cigars choosing the candidates.
Okay, I made my confession. Now you make yours!
I confess that I'm annoyed by the fact that you spell "refrigerator" without out a "d," and yet there is a "d" in "fridge," which is short for refrigerator. How can the short version of a word contain an extraneous letter? I confess that spell check does not seem ambiguous on the matter.
I confess that I could watch the BLR - "Bad Lip Reading" videos of politicians all day long. I confess that I actually have to set limits on the number of these I let myself watch in one sitting... seriously... no self-control.
I confess that I often have to set limits on my participation in meaningless diversions of all kinds, typically online ones. Although I will confess that we have a Foosball table in our church & I will play Scott just for the diversion, even thought I've never scored more that 3 points against him in a single game. I confess that my favorite diversions are reading an endless supply of online news, Facebook & Twitter, & blogs. I confess that I am convinced this happens because sometimes body/mind/spirit feels empowered to force me into taking what I like to call "involuntary days off." I confess that my involuntary days off are always followed by guilt and depression when I actually look at the list of things I have to do.
I confess that I finished My Name is Asher Lev last night while sitting on the bleachers at my son's basketball practice with 5 or 6 moms (the only male doing so). I confess that over the last 50 pages of the book I cried no less than 5 times. That I cried while reading a book is nothing to be embarrassed about. That I cried while sitting in the bleachers surrounded by soccer moms who kept looking like they wanted to ask me if I was "okay," was a real problem. I seriously thought I was about to get invited to be a part of their next book club, or handed a tissue... or maybe the book is just... that... good...
I confess that I am entertained by the fact that republicans may just nominate a former congressman who resigned in disgrace because of serious ethics violations which were completely unrelated to the fact that he had just led the impeachment of a president for lying about adultery while... wait for it... carrying on his own adulterous affair. I confess that I believe the whole reason they are doing this is tied to Mitt Romney's Mormon faith. I confess that I think the only thing the republicans could do to really fire up the democrats, would be to run Newt Gingrich... (I think the dems will have a cow, which would be equally entertaining to me). I wonder if it wouldn't be smart for both of the major parties to go back to brokered conventions & guys in back rooms smoking cigars choosing the candidates.
Okay, I made my confession. Now you make yours!
2 comments:
I confess that I have nothing to forgive Newt Gingrich for. The man has never done anything to me that seems worthy of the cost of forgiving him. That he is a venal, self-serving politician of division and rancor is a given; it goes with the territory for many of our elected public servants. That he is a hypocrite of the first order is also a given; again, it's almost a requirement to reach high elected office. So, do I need to forgive him? No, not really - the thing I am called to do is to love him like a brother in Christ. I can do that, but I won't vote for him for the Presidency.
I confess that we have been having our own year of perpetual breakage. Last year, we had to replace our air conditioner, our water heater, as well as our roof and a few windows due to an April hailstorm. Beyond that, there were medical bills that accompanied the wearing out and malfunction of various body parts for both of us. We are finite, fallible human beings, and we do not wear eternity yet. And so, we, and all our gadgets, must sooner or later wear out. We, at least, are not replaced - yet.
I confess that I need more confession. The political season we're now entering will insure, I have no doubt, that there will be many opportunities for just that activity as we near Election Day.
You are so spot on about the refrigerator/fridge debacle that I question calling it a "confession." Let the people revolt!
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