Confessions

I cry every time I watch Mufasa die in The Lion King.

I have the license plate from my home state hanging prominently in my garage since I can no longer keep it on my car.

I am always in the midst of an obsession. Former obsessions have included: couches, jobs, Michael Jackson, paint colors, denim jumpers. Current obsession: real estate

I have been taking pictures of myself on a regular basis for the last two weeks simply to better assess my new haircut.*This is today's.
**I'm laughing because my husband is chastising me for taking pictures and fussing about my hair.

I hate long-distance running.

I spent my three years of high school cheering in the stands at football games when everyone else did, and not because I had even a clue about the rules of the game.

I have planned out what I will say for my Oscar acceptance speech, which is updated on an as needed basis.

I never tire of receiving compliments.

My favorite thing about going to a movie is my husband's face in the dim, blue lighting.

I collect baby name books. (Rachel's Tagging: 1. Pick up the nearest book (one of at least 123 pages). 2. Open the page to 123. 3. Find the 5th sentence. 4. Post the next 3 sentences: Hannah, Abigail, and Isabella
(6, 7, and 8 of the Top 100 Most Popular names for 2004--from "The Complete Idiot's Guide to 30,000 Baby Names.")

I have Celine Dion, Elmo, and Winnie the Pooh on my key chain.

Until very recently, I thought a credit card opened a locked door when wiggled in the keyhole.

I have never walked past Bath & Body Works without a whiff or a squirt.

My husband out-cooks me.

I once bought a $180 pair of jeans. Worth. Every. Penny.

I always like to know what time it is.

Not until very recently have I been fully committed to flossing.

I won Brad Paisley concert tickets three weeks ago, gave them away, then immediately regretted it.

I've had a compelling and inexplicable desire since last month to do a puzzle.

Tonight I watched Biggest Loser and ate reese's pieces.