Kelly Clarke has memed me with the Confiteor Meme.
I confess to listening to System of a Down while reading Cardinal Ratzinger’s Introduction to Christianity.
I also confess to thinking "If this is only a introduction I am either incredibly dense or he is incredibly smart." while reading the same book.
I confess to playing a recorded tape of my son crying into the baby monitor to see the expression on my wife’s face when she rushed upstairs only to see a sleeping baby.
I confess to never completing a novena that I have started. I am an expert at the three day novena 1st, 2nd, and 9th day.
I confess to having six cats with one of them named after a character in the anime series Inuyasha.
I confess to being a blog addict. The number of RSS links that I track is around 300 and it is a rare day that I don’t read the ones that were updated. Maybe I should check myself into the Betty Ford clinic for Blog Addiction.
I remember once laughing at a co-worker who said he liked being on aircraft carriers because it was the closest thing to living on a spaceship while at the same time agreeing with him.
I confess to skipping school to go watch a Marx Brothers movie.
I confess that I once thought that the lyrics to John Lennon’s Imagine was the height of philosophical enlightenment.
I confess to mistreating my G.I. Joes as a kid and am sure that I violated the Geneva code in multiple ways.
I confess to being annoyed that my statue of St. Thomas Aquinas appears to be after he went on a Slim Fast plan.
I also confess to being tempted to use a black marker to color in the blonde hair used for Jesus on a large crucifix in our living room. I prefer a more Jewish looking Jesus.
I confess to great joy when wearing my Pope Benedict XVI shirt around town.