Confession Tuesday - The Liar's Edition

I confess I enjoyed writing the post where I got to make up lies for you to guess.  Though I confess, I think it would have been easier to tell 4 truths and a lie.

I am not a very good liar.  Actually, I am the worst liar.  I think because it makes my stomach tighten and I think the truth is usually better.

But after saying that I am a bad liar, no one guessed my lie, so I must be pretty good. (Oh, what a skill to have-- I promise you, this is not a skill I will continue to try to improve on.)

So for the details on my lies (most which came from the truth) here are the details.

1. I was almost trampled by a herd of sheep at a rodeo when I was 3.

Lie.  The truth?  I confess I was almost trampled by a herd of bulls at age 4 at a rodeo.  I was supposed to be sitting on the fence, but I climbed down and stood directly in the path where they were going to open the gate.  I still can see the moment in my mind.  


When my parents realized where I was, my mum froze and my dad jumped down called for me, and as I ran over, scooped me up as the gate was opened.  

2.  I *love* cheesecake, bread pudding and/or a big bag of potato chips.

Lie.  If you're my friend on Facebook, you know this is a lie as I have the cheesecake part in the "About Me" section. I despise cheesecake.   And am not a fan of bread pudding, potato chips, or french fries either.

3. I had a dachshund that refused to let me take it for walks.

Truth!  I had a dachshund when I was a child that did not like me.  Looking back now, I think "What dog doesn't want to go for a walk?!"  But this dog didn't.  At least, with me.  I remember my dad saying as he saw me on the street with my dachshund on a leash, its front feet pressed forward so it didn't have to go, its head down-- "Oh look, Kelli is taking the dog for a drag."   


And yes, that's exactly what our walks were like.

4. I was born to hippie parents in 1969 and my mother tried to talk my dad into letting my middle name me Moonbaby.

Lie.  In a million years, my father would have never named me Moonbaby.  I confess I was born in 1969, but to a Republican business man father and a creative mother.   My father actually chose the name "Kelly," but my mum wanting some say in the matter said "It needs to be Kelli with an i because it's more feminine..." 

Thus causing me a life of incorrect spellings and never being able to find my name on one of those cool personalized license plates for your bikes at Disneyland.  

5. My first car was a Gremlin.

Lie.  I can thankfully say that my first car was a 1967 Ford Mustang.  And I still get nostalgic when I see them.

Amen.

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