Honest to Blog.

My friend Brittany (who has the most darling twin bebes ever! Go look if you don't believe me ...) did a Truth Tuesday post last week that I found very refreshing. I think a lot of the time, bloggers get caught up in making themselves look super-awesome and perfect, and that's just not reality. Nor is it particularly enjoyable to read, because -- at least for me -- when I'm done reading a "Look How Awesome My Life Is!" post, I want to curl up and cry. I know, I know ... "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent," yadda yadda yadda. And I believe that. But still.

And then, there are bloggers who outright lie about their lives. These are called crazy people. This pretty much disgusts me, probably because I feel so strongly about journalistic integrity. And let's face it, bloggers of the world: we're self-made journalists. So, follow this link if you're committed to blogging with integrity and sharing truth. Get a fancy sidebar button like mine so you can spread the word.

Alright, here's a dose of truth for you. Feel free to cringe if it hurts.

-I am a wretched sleeper and I hate waking up in the morning. So most days, I put my kids in bed with me and turn on PBS so I can catch a few more Zzzz's while they watch television before breakfast.

-My kids don't really drink milk. Like, ever. I figure, milk is meant for baby cows, and humans can get vitamins in other ways. I do give it to Bubby if she asks.

-I probably should have changed my oil about a thousand miles ago.

-My kids are exposed to hip-hop on a regular basis.

-I check Facebook far too often.

-Dill and I sign up for free trial offers all the time and cancel before the trial period is over. We've earned a lot of free swag by doing this, including a portable DVD player, a video camera, and a $50 gift card to Kohl's. I call this practice, "Sticking it to The Man."

-My backyard is currently composed of dirt and weeds. Only. I'd like a garden, someday, but I'd also like a new kitchen table, a flat screen television and a trip to Disneyland. So ... white-trash weeds it is. Thankfully, we have a park about 100 yards away.

-I'm the biggest worry-wart ever.

-Emotional is my middle name. This makes life both complicated and interesting. But I am pretty easy to please, too.

-I like to shop, but I hate to buy things. I always feel guilty. So, I frequently buy things that aren't quite what I want just because they're cheaper. And then I seriously regret those purchases forevermore. It's exhausting.

-I get anxious when things start running out. Soap, bug spray, bathroom cleaner, milk ...

-I hate running.

-I don't really like cats, but the second I find a scorpion in this house, I'm getting one. Maybe two.