It's mid-week, I'm feeling a little feisty, so how about a round of some confessions. I hope I have now gotten that terrible Usher song in your head. You're welcome. So I've got a few to get off my chest -- how about you tell me some of yours so I don't feel so bad? It will be fun, I promise!
Confession #1 - We have a gorgeous shower in our master bathroom. GORGEOUS. It's one of my favorite parts of our house. It's spacious and lovely and full of some of my favorite things And we haven't used it regularly in, oh almost 12 months. I mean could you die? Why on earth would you do that, Holly? Well, mostly because we are lazy and because keeping that glass clean is a downright chore with all the squeege-ing and drying and treating with waterproof substances and stuff and it adds almost 10 minutes on to your shower in the morning. When Garrett went back to working at Peet's and his wake-up call started coming between 4 and 5am, he started showering in the guest room to save time in the morning. And then I got jealous and threw my shampoo in there. And now? We just use the guest bathroom. THE GUEST BATHROOM!
Can you believe that?
God, that's embarrassing. I'm hoping the act of telling you will force me to quit acting like a dummy. A lazy dummy.
Confession #2 - You all, I am feeling super conflicted! When I get married I am not sure I want to change my last name. Now this is probably a post in itself, but the truth is as Garrett and I talk more about wedding planning and timing and babies, etc I get more panicky about the impending possibility of changing my last name. I am the only Woodcock still standing of my close extended family and I am proud of that name. Yes, it's kind of a tragic last name that I couldn't wait to get rid of when I was 12, but now that I am 32 I have had plenty of time to adjust. And I do like it. And I am attached to it. And it does make me feel connected to my dad who is no longer around. And all of those other feminist arguments that go along with keeping your last name. (Why doesn't Garrett want to be a Woodcock? Come on, it's a waaaaay better name for a boy, you know!)
But we talk about it often and Garrett REALLY wants me to change my last name -- and you all Garrett does not want for much. He is the most supportive and loving partner (obvs, or I wouldn't even be considering marrying the guy) and he so rarely does anything besides go with the flow, and he has told me on a number of occasions that it is important to him that our children and our family share the same last name. And his last name is not a bad name. It's a lovely name actually (Franklin) would go just fine with my first name, and in theory I like the idea of the family we create together all having the same name, but WHY OH WHY does it mean I have to give up my name? Sob.
Ay yay yay -- how did you make that decision?
Confession # 3 - Just to lighten things up a bit -- I'm listening to Ke$ha on purpose you guys. Who am I?
Confession # 4 - I miss the internet when people blogged because they liked to write. Now it is all about niches and advertising and HOW CAN YOUR WEBSITE BE GROWING IF YOU ARE NOT GIVING YOUR READERS WHAT THEY WANT? Well what about what I want? I maintain this site. I spend time here putting my proverbial pen to paper as an exercise for myself. As a hobby. As something I do for fun. Why does that have to make me feel like a slacker? Why do I have to categorize my interests into a niche? Why do I have to be more one dimensional so that "my target audience can get what it needs"? I feel irked by this. I love stumbling upon a great personal blog where the author is a lovely writer and talks about LOTS of different things. Those are my FAVORITE reads actually. When did this become uncool?
So what do you want to confess? You'll feel better, I swear. I'm all ears...