Little white lies

Confession: I used to think the song "White Lines" was "White Lies." This is mostly because I had no idea what cocaine was.

I've been writing fiction stories since I was a little kid. I don't know why I took to it. I suppose stories were way more interesting than my everyday, suburban existence. In stories, my characters (usually some version of myself) could do anything and go anywhere. My mom has old notebooks (the kind with the really wide lines) that show my interest (I wouldn't say aptitude) as early as elementary school. I've dabbled in nonfiction essays and articles, but I always come back to fiction. I suppose I like to embellish. I like to exaggerate. I like to imagine. Reality is so confining.

I blame my love of fiction for my interest, and aptitude, in telling white lies. I'm good with white lies. Too good. When you're someone who hates to disappoint other people, white lies come in handy. My husband never lies. He will tell you the absolute truth, and he's taught me that I don't have to be sweet Kim all the time. Sometimes, I can just be honest, i.e. "I don't really feel like going out tonight," instead of creating some kind of sudden illness, emergency or obligation as an excuse. I can tell him that the enchiladas I made were not from scratch, but from the freezer, and he won't think any less of me (note: I actually told this lie when we were dating. It still embarrasses me). Turns out when I'm honest, people aren't as crushed as I think they would be. I suppose it's a little self-absorbed of me to think that I'd be capable of such a thing.



Cammy tagged me for this award (thanks, Cammy!), and I got super excited to make up some lies. I guess that's a bit psychopathic. In any case, here you go. Six lies and one truth:

1. Despite the trend in the eighties, I never wore jelly shoes.
2. I went out with someone on MTV's "The Real World."
3. I've only been pulled over by a cop once in my life.
4. Larry and I cried during that Adam Sandler movie, "Click."
5. I'm not telling any white lies today.
6. I went bungee jumping in 1999 and 2002.
7. I've read "War and Peace" twice.

Here are the rules if you want to participate:
1. Thank the person who gave this to you.
2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.
3. Link to the person who nominated you.
4. Tell up to six outrageous lies about yourself, and at least one truth. (note: I guess my lies aren't outrageous; they're outrageously white though).
5. Nominate seven "Creative Writers" who might also have fun telling outrageous lies.
6. Post links to the seven blogs you nominate.
7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know you tagged them.

I'm going to disregard rules 5-7 here because I'm lazy. That's the honest truth.

Do you tell lots of white lies?
What do you think is on my one truth?

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Today's gratitude:
1. Thank you for all your anniversary wishes :) We had a great weekend, complete with a dinner out on Saturday. We don't do that often, so it was fun :)

2. We got husband-wife haircuts yesterday. I know, we're dorky. Larry is looking more and more like the dude on HGTV's "Income Property." Here are a couple of me -- one self-absorbed, self-taken picture, and one with me trying to get our cat who is never on the blog to pose (there's a reason she's never on the blog):
I got about 4 inches taken off. This is short for me.

3. After 11 years, I took out my nose stud. It's the end of an era. I just hope the hole closes.

4. Larry and I spent a ridiculous amount of time using Microsoft Money to organize all our finances. It was so fun for me, which I guess is odd.

5. I just realized it's payday! March already?