It’s been a while since I’ve assembled a list like this (two years!), so, inspired by my guilty confessions when I was on the Faith & Family Live Cast yesterday and in the spirit of Jen’s weekly Quick Takes, here goes:
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My family doesn’t pray the family rosary. It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that we…don’t. Guess you’ll have to listen to more of the conversation, but given some of the surprise that my family doesn’t, I thought I should mention it here, in public.
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When I grow up, I want to be a grandma. This isn’t the job description that I went to college to get degrees in, and I never even considered it viable until I had young children of my own. Whether or not I have biological grandchildren, when I’m gray enough, I plan to adopt them from other people. I think young children exist for grandparent-aged people to enjoy, or maybe my parents and my in-laws just have me hoodwinked.
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Nothing says “great dinner” to me like a big steak, baked sweet potato on the side and a salad with chipotle ranch dressing, from Long Horn. I know it’s not good for me. I don’t care. These are guilty confessions, after all!
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I don’t really like vegetables. There, I’ve said it. I used to operate under the assumption that I did, that I enjoyed eating healthy, but I have come to the realization recently that I don’t.
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My kids watch TV. Probably more than they should. (But we read lots of books too. And yes, I comfort myself with that.)
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Some weeks, we live out of laundry baskets. The clothes may or may not be folded. I may or may not feel guilty about this, depending on the week.
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I am not crafty, I don’t sew, and my creativity is limited to certain parameters that don’t involve coordination. Therefore, it should come as a great surprise at Christmas when unsuspecting family members receive homemade gifts.
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