jabber-mouth

Ever have something brewing and you want to talk about it but you don’t want to jinx it?
I think most of my problem has to do with the fact that I am a horrible secret keeper. Christmas is terrible because I always want to share what gifts I got for people weeks before the holiday. I’m such a people pleaser that if I know its going to make someone happy, I just want to share any information I have.

The worst person for me to keep secrets from is Gilday. Not that I make a habit of keeping anything from him, but when it’s something concerning a gift, I’m like a happy little puppy. So many holidays and birthdays went by where I’ve cracked or he’s figured it out by the way I’ve asked him questions. I do think, however, that since I’ve made a conscious decision to get better at it, I’ve been able to keep a tighter lip. He had absolutely no clue about his surprise party, and he was shocked at his Christmas bounty this year. He on the other hand, was so confident that he knew what he was getting, that he wrote it down and sealed it in an envelope. It was to be opened on christmas morning after the gifts had been exchanged. (He wrote down a PS3, but he actually got a new kayak paddle, and watch that James Bond would envy from all its gadgets.).

On the flip side, I’m a great “in confidence” secret keeper. Admissions of that caliber, where it is juicy or boring, stay locked up in my head. There’s only on thing though could make me crack. And that is a figment of an authors imagination.

So, did you see that? I was going to talk, but instead I deflected the urge by talking about wanting to talk about it. Oh blog. You will get me yet!