Since it is MONDAY and since I am going to link up with some awesome blog hops, I thought it would be fitting to drag out some fun posts I wrote a while back when I participated in a meme called “Not Me Monday.”  I hope you’ll enjoy!   If you’re a new follower, I will follow you back.

Enjoy this post and have a super BLESSED Monday!

I always look forward to Mondays just so I can link with Mckmama at My Charming Kids! She hosts a great blog carnival where the participants confess share things that they’d rather forget.

Grab a cup of coffee and prepare to snicker at my life.

Not me! Nope, I wasn’t forced to do my work-out video in front of my little Princess! I also wouldn’t dare use something called A FANNY LIFTER!!! What woman with any shred of respect would use a contraption by that name (hence admitting that her fanny NEEDS lifting!). Yes, this is a picture of the fanny lifter …

No, it wasn’t my daughter who watched in amazement and wonder saying, “Good job Mommy!” It also wasn’t my smarty pants child repeating the commands to me, “Hold up your chin,” “chest lifted high.”

Not my child. It wasn’t my Princess who said, “Mommy, they aren’t finished. Why aren’t you doing it?” Grrrrrrr. Then, “I can do it Mommy. Can you do this?” (As she touched her chest with her KNEES. Not bent knees — her feet were touching her head — legs straight!) Did I actually need a show off to pour salt in the wound? No, not ME.

No, not me — I wouldn’t hide in a dark hallway and scare my sweet husband (mwhaaaa haaa haaa haaaaaa)! I also didn’t do it while our daughter was sleeping so that he couldn’t make any noise.

Nope, I didn’t do it. I didn’t pretend to have night cream on my hand so that I could put it on my husband’s cheek. I didn’t do it! I didn’t cause him to jerk his head and hit the corner of our bathroom wall. Oops. Nope, not me. hee hee

Not me — I didn’t fall out of my bed and hit the floor! I wasn’t trying to get away from my husband who was determined to pinch me for the prior bathroom/head hitting incident. It wasn’t me who had on satin PJ’s that had absolutely NO traction on slick sheets.

It wasn’t my husband who left for the race in Bristol, TN at 4am on Saturday morning. Nope, I DIDN’T get out of the bed at 4am and join the ultimate blog party! I didn’t enjoy 2 1/2 uninterrupted hours of blogging time. Not me — I wouldn’t give up precious sleep for my obsession. Shhhhh!

Nope, not me. I would not sit and CRY while watching a COMEDY for cryin’ in the rain! Who would cry while watching “Evan Almighty” during the flood scene. No, of course I wouldn’t immediately think of what it must have been like for Noah and totally forget I am watching something so silly. Nope, not me. I have better control over my thoughts than that!

And last but not least …
It wasn’t me! I didn’t hold up a line of people at Harris Teeter this weekend. I didn’t have a purchase of twenty something bucks. It wasn’t me who started to write a check, then realized I had a $50 bill in my purse. It wasn’t me who VOIDED the check to dig for the $50 bill! IT WASN’T ME WHO COULDN’T FIND THE BILL IN MY CLUTTERED PURSE! It also wasn’t me who voided the LAST STINKIN’ CHECK IN MY PURSE! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Ok, that is enough! It would be embarrassing to admit deny anything more. Ha.

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