“I spent the entire Oscar party I was at mentally creating my own thank you speech. It didn’t include anyone at the party” February 28, 2011

Eek! I’m so behind on The Secret Project submissions. Sorry everyone! Also, I’ve got a few emails lately from people asking me if I still need a #Bisc roomie. The answer is no, but Nic and I would be more than happy to have you all hang out in our room! (I like how I just invited the internet to stay in our hotel room).

Also? Secret Submitter #3? You are sort of my hero right now.

Also? I won the 20sb award of “Least Likely to be Marked As Read” . I just realized that there’s over 16,000 members in 20sb so it’s even more amazing. So THANK YOU. Add to the fact that my posts in recent months have made Anne Franks’ diary look like a hilarious Chelsea Handler paperback and I’m even more thankful for each of you. (To secret submitter #9, I’m sorry you are so hurt. I know what it’s like to want something and not get it. I hope in the coming days you feel better about the situation and if you are comfortable, share your blog so people can read something you put so much effort into!)

(I had to share the badge here. I am so computer delayed I have no idea how to add it to my sidebar. The ones from the year before were added after 3 breakdowns and a half of bottle of gin were consumed. I’m not going back to that dark place. So for now, this badge is going to rest cozily in this post. One day I will get a blog re-design. One day.)

Now enough about me, on to the secrets!

1. My friends and I joke about listening to Bieber and acting like we have “Bieber Fever” but the truth is, I actually like him and have his cd in my car. My cd collection is so embarrassing that when friends are over, I actually hide most of them now. Pathetic? Maybe.

2. I just signed up for #BiSc and am excited. And absolutely terrified. I have visions of me sitting alone in my hotel room not knowing anyone. Scared out of my boots would be an understatement. To make the situation worse, I’m not sure about the roommate situation.

3.  My Valentine’s date was myself and for the first year in my entire dating life (27 years- minus 11 that I spent married), I actually enjoyed my date. Single ladies? Treat yourself. My Valentine’s Day was spectacular. But I wonder why we wait for one day of the year to take ourselves on a date?

4. I’m relieved that Charlie Sheen is having a breakdown. I mean, not relieved, but .. I guess it’s nice that there’s something going on in the news that I actually feel smart enough to comment on. Ugh. I’m tired of pretending to know what’s going on in Wisconsin and Egypt.

5. One of my besties started dating a guy that’s a lot older than her. He seems too good to be true and a lot of us have heard less than flattering stories. She’s amazing and none of us want to see her hurt so we aren’t saying anything- for now. But I wonder if we should be a little more involved.

6. I feel so old when people on twitter comment on music. I don’t get the Adele hype. Ditto Radiohead. I’m 32 and like jazz and hip hop and everything in between but I just don’t understand the hype right now.

7. I told him the tattoo was for me, but it was really for him. He always told me he dug girls with tats.

8. I AM PREGNANT! After four years of trying, I’m 14 weeks. And could not be more thrilled.

9.  Not only am I angry that I didn’t win a 20sb, I’m upset that I wasn’t nominated. I don’t blog daily to get nominated but so many people say ‘put yourself out there, be a part of the community’ and I did that this year, I really tried and was completely shut out. I hinted to friends how much it would mean to me to be nominated and people went and nominated the ‘popular’ group again. I like many of these bloggers (including you!) but it hurts to see that some things never change. Don’t hate me for saying this, my feelings are just really hurt.

10. We just found out we’re having a baby and while we haven’t told our families yet, I just HAVE to tell someone. I figured spilling the secret here is better than telling random people in elevators or grocery stores.