I have been working out like a madwoman for 2 months, yet I enjoy food so much that I haven't curbed my sweet tooth at all. To my utter amazement, I'm still losing weight! I CAN have my cake and eat it too!

I have a huge pimple on the line of my lower lip. It looks like I am having a herpes outbreak, but I swear, its just a pimple! I need to pop it, but it hurts so bad.

I found an old junior high friend on facebook and started looking at her friends pictures. She's still friends with people I knew back then, and they all look the same except older and heavier. The horrible part was that I came across a girl who bullied me and caused me to eventually leave the school, and she is absolutely beautiful with a fabulous body. Where's the justice???

I eat SO much salt on my french fries, if I were a lab rat, I'd have an instant heart-attack.

My workout shorts have panties attached on the inside. I went to the gym this morning and forgot to pack a pair to wear to work today. This is a miserable, uncomfortable feeling, as I have been spotting this week.

I loved planning my wedding. I was easy to please, and that made it more fun for everyone. I read horror stories about other people trying to plan their weddings, and I just feel sorry for them that it wasn't fun.

A girl at my daughter's school picks on her. It isn't serious bullying (they're only 4 and 6 years old), but I've seen this girl pick on my daughter before at birthday parties. She is going to grow up to be a "Mean Girl". My daughter just lets it happen, and still worships her like a kicked puppy. I want to march up to that little brat, grab her by her sassy-assed ponytail, and yank on it as I put my face real close to hers and growl in my fiercest voice, "YOU ARE A RUDE, BADLY-BEHAVED BRAT. I'M WATCHING YOU." Meanwhile, I'm trying to teach my daughter to have more confidence.

Grabbed some random CDs for the car in the dark this morning on my way out the door. Got in the car with my 2 young kids and looked at what I had. Nelly (pimp juice, anyone?), 50 Cent, South Park Mexicans, and Snoop. Why not The Thompson Twins? Or Pure 80's? Or George Strait?? What are the odds i'd grab all the inappropriate rap music?

I have never expected my husband to do something for me for Mother's Day. Husbands and wives get all sorts of other holidays (V-Day, anniversaries, etc). Mother's Day is for moms and their kids. It isn't my husband's job to get me a card. Still, the flowers and card he did get for me were so very sweet!

Other working moms are "class parents" and they host parties and volunteer at the school. They have the girls over to eachothers houses on the weekends for playdates. I'm a total outsider, but as long as this doesn't affect my daughter's social life (she's only 5), I'm perfectly fine with that. I have too much going on to worry about what other moms think of me. I smile and I'm friendly, and that's all I can do. I only think about it when I read about other moms who are bothered by it.

I work. But I WISH I could be a good SAHM. My mom was, and I would love nothing more in the world than to be exactly like her. But I'm not. My kids drive me crazy if I'm with them 24/7, and I truly think that I have to work to keep my sanity. When dealing with my children, I find myself thinking..."What would Mom do?" I always remember her having SO much patience. I don't, and I feel like a worse mother because of it.

I opened the door to the restroom at my office building and a dog was standing on the other side of the door, staring at me, tail wagging. Owner was peeing in a stall. The sad thing is, I know whose dog it is, and I see the owner all the time around the building. She brings him to work, carries him around everywhere, and sits in the restroom and reads a newspaper while he sits and waits for her. Crazy. Glad she doesn't work in my office.

When you don't pay your bills, someone's livelihood is affected. It isn't always a millionaire with a mistress and 3 cars. I'm a married mother of 2, and you are directly affecting my paycheck by refusing to pay for my company's services. People SICKEN me. I'd like to drive to your office with my kids in my arms and ask you if your kids deserve food on the table, and mine don't.

I am going to do 40 minutes worth of work before I come back to read any more confessions. I've got to put my foot down.

I love to be touched. I like to put my head in his lap and have him run his fingers through my hair. I love to have him caress my hand, arm, fingers, whatever. It relaxes me in what may be a very odd way. Problem is, hubby doesn't like to do it. He's busy watching TV and thinks i'm bothering him. There are a million things he does right in our marriage. This isn't one of them.

We thought we'd get money back for our taxes. Found out last night we owe $1400. Worst. Week. Ever.

instead of my name, I signed, "Bullshit" on my Taxes. I owe $1400. I don't think they'll quibble.

just had FANTASTIC sex.

hubby and i lost the remote. We sat here and said "Help! Help" for about 5 minutes together.