Good Guys Finish Last Confession: It also seems to work this way for good girls.

**Now, before I begin, let me lay down the definition for the way I mean good as it is used in this post; I'm talking about guys and girls who are normal, laid back cats, cool people to hang out with, the kind who you love to be around who treat their significant other the best they will ever be treated. Got it? Good.**

I mean, seriously. Let's analyze this: I'd like to think that I am a somewhat average nineteen-year-old girl, I'm fun to hang out with, I'm cute, you know, all that stuff. But I can't hold down a boyfriend. All of the psycho girls can. How does that work?! Take fr example the prissy, drama queen friend of mine (and I mean that modifiers with the upmost respect, but let's face it - the truth hurts sometimes.) who has a boyfriend who would totally die of broken heart syndrome if she were to leave him. Or, a friend of mine who cheated on the same guy - TWICE - and is now engaged to said cheating victim.

IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE; WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN IT TO ME?

Long Time No Confession: Divorce is a multi-functional scapegoat.

That sounds positively horrible, but it really is. Three supports:

1. Q: Why are you so bitter? A: Divorce.

2. Q: Why did you do so horrible the last two years of high school? A: Divorce.

3. Q: Why is it so important to be at least 95% happy with the person you're with? A: Divorce.

General examples, yes, but all true. I just realized this about two minutes ago, before I started this post. I was thinking, "I need to make a confession." And then I thought, "You know what, just about anything can be blamed on divorce." I'm serious. Give me a subject, something negative, and I'll tell you why divorce is to blame.

Can you tell it gets me around the holidays?

Thanksgiving Confession: Here's what I am thankful for.

You. Whoever it is reading this, I'm thankful for you because you have had some impact on my life, be it positive or negative or both. Those who impact us positively make life worth living; those who impact our lives in a negative manner only make us stronger, because we can say we made it through that. So, thanks, to all of you, for making my life worth it and/or making me a stronger person.

Happy Thanksgiving.

These Are Confession: A few of my favorite things.

1. The Nightmare Before Christmas.

2. Hot chocolate with mini marshmallows.

3. Guys t-shirts and pajama pants.

4. Spending time with my best friend

5. Watching Nightmare with my best friend while drinking hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in a a guy's t-shirt and pajama pants.

Okay, so #5 has never happened, but I think it should. That would be so cool ...

I Wanna Know Confession: I think the answers would be ... interesting.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me.  it can be anything you want--good or bad.  when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.