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A Tuesday Evening Man Confession

11 Jul

I have a confession to make.

Something is stirring.

I am not sure if it’s because I read all three of these the first week of summer:

Now, I am obsessed with who will  play Christian on the big screen. I need this person to be hot. Really hot. Not even ordinary hot. I need him to be strong with piercing eyes.  Not some scrawny, uncut, boring, ordinary hot guy. Something special. This is just a side night to my confession, BTW.

Maybe it is these books in combination with this fun movie:

Another side step from the confession: I did not think this movie was good. It was fun. I was surprised by the hot-ness of the guys. I have seen Channing Tatum in a few other movies and he did not do it for me, but in this one…

‘The Kid’ did NOT do it for me at all and what a weirdo Matthew was in this movie.

I did love that MM said ‘Alright, Alright, Alright’  a thousand times in the movie AND that he played the bongos almost naked in the movie. However, this was so cheesy and I am not sure I can get this absurd moment out of my memory.

Now to the confession, ever since I met Mr. Mack, no one else does it for me. I am not attracted to other men, I find it difficult to find other guys hot, cute or good looking. Sometimes, I can give a shrug and think, ‘I can see how he does it for someone’. However, lately, I see hot guys everywhere. Just now as they were announcing the guys playing on the All Star baseball team, I’m thinking to myself, ‘Oh, he’s cute’.

What has gotten into me?

Is it possible that a few books and movie has me over sexed? I have read that women want ‘it’ more in the summer. Maybe that is it.  I feel like a 20 something. I don’t look like one, dress like one, talk like one, but the fantasy in head….


Missy Mack’s view on gay marriage

12 May

Yes, I’m going there.

Not sure if I said this before, but we are a political family. In the Mack house we watch the national news, CNN, all the political shows on Sunday, blah, blah, blah…

That means that she has heard all the talk this week about the President’s views ‘evolving’ on gay marriage. She had lots of questions. We did our best to break it down to 6 year old terms.

Since then, Missy Mack cannot stop talking about how glad she is that the President thinks that you can marry who you love.

She is glad because she has decided when she grows up, she wants to marry a girl. This idea thrilled her because she says she likes girls better than boys. Of course she does.

I just wanted to go on record so that when we look back, we can say, ‘you’ve known since you were six that you would always love a girl’ or on a few years when she is boy crazy, we can say she didn’t always love boys.

Time will tell. I just wonder if she realizes at 6, she’s a liberal?

Wedding Crashers

8 May

This weekend a friend from school got married. This is her second marriage and his first. The plan at the beginning was courthouse with her boys. Then, he wanted a ceremony so they decided on a gazebo in the center of downtown (known for bums hanging out/living there) with family. By weeks end, he had invited his friends, made reservations at their favorite hang out joke and where there wasn’t flowers and cake before, there is now.

We asked if we could come and she was sweet and asked if we would be offended if we didn’t come because it had already grown into this thing that she didn’t want. We started joking that we were going to do a drive by. I think she thought we were kidding.

We were not.

My BFF, Missy Mack and I started circling the joint at 5 til ceremony. Found a hide out place that clearly sucked because we got busted when our car was in the background of pictures and were asked to move.

We moved on, circled and watched while they said their I dos. Our hearts were beating. We were so excited for her. Missy Mack was freaking out. She didn’t want people to think she was crazy.

When they kissed, we rolled down the window and started screaming and yelling. Whooping and hollering. It was so fun. When they hugged, she waved and we drove off.


Here is a picture from our lurking spot.



25 Feb

I haven’t done this in a while so I thought I would share some of the random things that occupy my brain these days.

Confession: I have a problem. It is an obsession. I probably need help. I can’t stop. I pick at my face constantly. If there is a hint of a zit, I am on it. Squeezing, poking & picking. Here is the imagery in my head; I truly believe that there is some nasty poison in there and if I could just get it out, it will all be better so I squeeze until it comes out. As you know, that isn’t always the case. My face looks bad. After the squeezing, there will be a sore there and I can’t stand for my face not be be smooth so I pick at it until it is completely gone. Something is wrong with my face lately so it looks awful due to my obsession. Growing up, I never had a skin problem. Now, is another story and I can’t handle it.

While looking for a photo, I found out there is a zit popping app for the phone. Maybe I should check that out for therapy.

Confession: I am worried about my marriage. In our 11 years of marriage, we have reached a point where we watch television in separate rooms. He watches the crappiest stuff and I try to endure it so that we can sit in the room together. I have decided that I am done torturing myself. I can not watch more syfy, car shows, bad comedy, Anthony Bourdain. He will immediately change the channel if it is something I pick. Funny thing is, I just learned that he is giving up television during the week for lent. Ha! It makes me laugh. Will this ruin our marriage? Is this how it starts? First you start watching television in separate rooms because your no longer share interest in television and it slowly turns into other things until you have nothing to say to each other.

I remember when…

Confession: I have a new lover.

I can’t get enough of his snuggles. I am certain that Mr. Mack is jealous. It makes me smile.

Confession: What would I be if I weren’t a teacher? This is how my monthly meeting started last week. I find it an intriguing question and even more intriguing is other teacher’s answers. My answers.

1. Mom- a full time mom. I don’t think I would last long at this job, but I would like to know what the mind of a stay at home mom might be like. I have an idea, but I would still like to experience it.

2. A novelist- no explanation needed. I do have a student whose mother is a novelist and I have recently gotten hooked on two of her series. She sent me the mock up cover of her next book for feedback. That was kinda fun.

3. An esthetician

You know, so I can continue my zit popping obsession and so I can sit in a dark room with soothing music and lovely smells.

4. A Starbucks Barista

I want what they have. The knowledge of how to make that amazing coffee. Perfection. They always seems happy and they can multi-task like a fool.

Confession: I love the word mother fucker. That’s all.

Confession: I secretly want to dye my hair blue or pink.

Can you imagine? My daughter would think I am a rockstar. My school… not so much. Also, did I mention, I getting close to 40.

O.K. I think that is about it for now.

A Few Confessions

22 Nov

For two  weeks, I have noticed that my surroundings are changing.

The library looks like this:

wreaths and holiday decorations on retail stores, trees strung with lights, decorations everywhere!

It is stressing me out!

Then there is a lot of this in the mail and on every corner:

For real?

Confession: I hate the holidays.

Hate them.

Don’t get me wrong, I love decorating, the smells, the anticipation, the excitement, the festivities, but I don’t want to share them with anyone, I don’t want to talk about what we are doing, I don’t want to go anywhere and eat other people’s food. I just  want to stay in my house and have a sweet little holiday with my family. Occasionally, spending the with friends is cool, but for the most part, I just assume staying locked inside and keeping it to ourselves. My fantasy holiday is to travel. I would love to just hop a jet plane for the holidays and flip everyone off on my way into the plane.

2nd confession:

I am a strict believer that the tree, all it’s trimmings and everything else Christmas including songs and commercials waits until after Thanksgiving. It could be the day after Thanksgiving, but I just need it all to wait until then.

All these houses with their lights, the stores, the media, everything, go ahead and just calm your ass down. It will all get here soon enough, just hold your horses. I get that you can get an early bird special for having your lights on your house hung by experts prior to Thanksgiving, but don’t turn them on until the day after. While I am on that note, did any of you have professionals come and hang your lights when you were growing up? I specifically remember a Christmas season that my dad got sent to the hospital and had a broken leg from falling off the house hanging Christmas lights. Isn’t that a right of passage or something?

With all the ranting, I have lost my train of confessions, so we will just leave it at, I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!

As we head into this week of giving thanks and the day looms ahead where I will be forced to mingle with outside family and eat other people’s food, I hope you all travel safe, eat well and give thanks (even if you hate it).