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Allrighty, let's get this thing started!
I confess...I am SO excited for the Hunger Games to come out this weekend. I read the series over Christmas/New Years and loved it. Yes, I am just like a teenage girl, lol! Give me some good Y.A. reads and I am a happy gal...Twilight, Happy Potter, Hunger Games....good stuff.
I confess...I have a cookbook addiction. Cookbooks, cooking magazines, food blogs...oh yeah baby! It is part of the reason I started my food blog...so I could share the amazing recipes I was finding. Cookbooks and recipes are my porn.
I confess...When I was 12 years old, I was bit by a horse. We used to have these white turkeys that would try to eat the horse grain from the troth. It was an unfortunate decision that I wore a white t-shirt one day to go feed the horses. Our stud horse, Mr. Twister, apparently thought I was a turkey and picked me up by the back, shook me, and threw me through the fence. I still have a giant horse-mouth scar on my back. Though I was an avid, fearless rider my entire life prior to that point, I never really rode a horse after that. When we get moved to Texas, I want to get back on a horse and ride. The thought scares the bejesus out of me!
I confess...I grew up in an itty-bitty small town in Eastern Colorado. So small that my graduating class had 32 people in it. So small that I was part of the "Dirty Dozen" ...a group of kids that started Kindergarten and graduated together. So small that you never really dated anyone new, you just took your turn. So small, we didn't (and don't) have a stoplight.
I confess...I HATE thunderstorms! Growing up in the fore-mentioned small town in Eastern Colorado, we had BIG thunderstorms and ran the risk of tornadoes. My mom was somewhat of a freak when the storms would come...she would run through the house opening the windows saying the house could blow up if there was a tornado. To this day, whenever there is a thunderstorm, I think a tornado is coming. Know what I hate worse? Thunderstorms in the middle of the night. The lightning is SO much brighter, the thunder SO much louder. I think in the 2 1/2 years I have been in North Carolina, I have only been in 3 day-time thunderstorms. The rest were at night. And by rest, I mean about 100. I am SO happy to be moving because this is making me a jumpy spastic freak!
Allrighty, who wants to share a confession this week?