Confessions of a Blonde Girl

Haven’t you always wondered what happens in the Privacy of people’s homes?  I can honestly say that it is something that has fascinated me ever since I was little.  I remember riding along in the car with my parents, especially when it was evening, looking into various homes with their cozy lights on wondering what all went on on the inside.  From my child-like perspective, I usually imagined all things good and well–families enjoying dinner together, engaging in deep conversations, watching entertaining television (what’s that nowadays?), kids hanging out in the comfort of their bedrooms, etc.  Now, as an adult, I have unfortunately come to know that not all things are rosy (as per the saying, “You never know what goes on behind closed doors.”); however, that’s not the tone that I want to create with regard to today’s word prompt.  Instead, I’d like to uncover some of those silly little things that we do when others are not watching or listening.  You know what I am talking about.  We all do something(s), so why not reveal a couple of my secret, little habits in this day and age when not much is left private anyway?

Singing in the shower has never really been my thing, nor has cleaning the house in the buff, which I understand is quite common (yikes!).  But, I do have this ridiculous tendency to giggle to myself–my husband calls it ‘squeaking’ since it gets quite high-pitched in nature.  I honestly don’t know how or why it came about, but I’ve done it for as long as I can think back; especially when I first snuggle down under a blanket, be it in my chair or in bed.  Now, in my defence, giggling is a pretty happy habit to have in private, I’d say.  I mean, there are things much worse than ‘squeaking’ about, aren’t there?  It is definitely a little goofy, no doubt, but those who know me well tend to realize that I am a little off-center, so it likely wouldn’t be too surprising to learn.

The other thing that I tend to do is yodel.  Yup, I do!  I don’t do it all the time-just when the mood strikes and that’s usually when I am up and working about in the kitchen, for example.  I think I do it because I really can’t sing, and yodeling makes it acceptable for me to sound bad.  Do you know what I mean?  Obviously, some country artists (i.e. LeAnn Rimes, Patsy Cline) make/made a living off of doing it, but I think their vocal cords are far superior than mine because the notes that come from my throat are less than appealing.  The truth is that I really don’t care.  I like doing it, and it feels good to warble away while I work–it makes the task at hand more bearable.  You ought to try it sometime;-).  Or, maybe you already do?   Maybe you are a closet warbler just like me?

Now that I’ve shared a couple of little tidbits about me, you might feel inspired to do the same.  If not, I understand.  Some things are better left unsaid, or is it un ‘squeaked’?  You decide:-).  Meanwhile, I will leave you with one of Patsy’s infamous songs, which some of you might remember.

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