I love, I love, I hate, I hate,
I like, I wish, for goodness sake...
I hope, I hope, I pray, I pray,
I will, I won't, and for today...
I love it when Sadie devours asparagus.
I love rediscovering children's books that I haven't read in years and years. We're reading Charlotte's Web right now!
I hate having to explain to Sadie the dangers that she may have to face one day, but I just found myself confronted by it. It's so unfair. Can't six year olds just be six year olds?
I hate watching the news. Does that make me a bad American? I'd so much rather read something fictional than be informed. Being informed is heartbreaking.
I like being able to buy honey from a beekeeper I actually know.
I wish insecurity wasn't such a common characteristic in women...why do we beat ourselves up, point out our own flaws, second guess our every decision, and swim in our feelings of unworthiness? Sad, sad, sad. Stop that.
For goodness sake, don't be one of those jerks who tries to pass on the right when everyone is clearly going as fast as the car in front of them will allow. I block those people and pretend I don't know I'm doing it. Like this: "Oh, look at me! An oblivious driver - say, what's that? I blocked you from passing? You're now stuck behind granny in the right lane? Tsk, tsk...that's too bad, sweetie. Watch me slow down to granny's speed...rolling road block, anyone?"
I hope I pass my glucose screening tomorrow. Here's to disgusting orange drinks. Blech.
I hope my doctor can help me with my leg cramps. It's not potassium, but thank you to all 50 people who suggested bananas. It's a nerve problem. I gotta get it fixed, it wakes me up 3 or 4 times a night in severe pain. [insert sad face]
I pray for my husband.
I pray that my daughter would always remember that it's more important to be kind than to be right and that it's more important to have a good heart than a pretty face.
I will try not to be so antisocial. I am an introvert in an extrovert's body. I can handle being around people gracefully for a little while, but then I want to be a hermit, and I want everyone to leave me alone and stop trying to talk to me. Sometimes, while I'm smiling and nodding politely, I visualize myself slamming doors in people's faces. Is that awful? Don't care.
I won't ever call my husband or my children names. In fact, I don't really like the idea of calling anyone names...it seems like prophecy to me. Don't you think if you tell your kids they're rotten little monsters that they'll try hard to be rotten little monsters? Or that if you tell your husband you think he's an idiot that he'll start feeling like one? I don't know - it just never struck me as a productive way to address another human. Speak life.
And for today...here's a pic of me and Fergus at the beach. My mom saw this picture and thought maybe Fergus could possibly be a girl...who knows?!

I like, I wish, for goodness sake...
I hope, I hope, I pray, I pray,
I will, I won't, and for today...
I love it when Sadie devours asparagus.
I love rediscovering children's books that I haven't read in years and years. We're reading Charlotte's Web right now!
I hate having to explain to Sadie the dangers that she may have to face one day, but I just found myself confronted by it. It's so unfair. Can't six year olds just be six year olds?
I hate watching the news. Does that make me a bad American? I'd so much rather read something fictional than be informed. Being informed is heartbreaking.
I like being able to buy honey from a beekeeper I actually know.
I wish insecurity wasn't such a common characteristic in women...why do we beat ourselves up, point out our own flaws, second guess our every decision, and swim in our feelings of unworthiness? Sad, sad, sad. Stop that.
For goodness sake, don't be one of those jerks who tries to pass on the right when everyone is clearly going as fast as the car in front of them will allow. I block those people and pretend I don't know I'm doing it. Like this: "Oh, look at me! An oblivious driver - say, what's that? I blocked you from passing? You're now stuck behind granny in the right lane? Tsk, tsk...that's too bad, sweetie. Watch me slow down to granny's speed...rolling road block, anyone?"
I hope I pass my glucose screening tomorrow. Here's to disgusting orange drinks. Blech.
I hope my doctor can help me with my leg cramps. It's not potassium, but thank you to all 50 people who suggested bananas. It's a nerve problem. I gotta get it fixed, it wakes me up 3 or 4 times a night in severe pain. [insert sad face]
I pray for my husband.
I pray that my daughter would always remember that it's more important to be kind than to be right and that it's more important to have a good heart than a pretty face.
I will try not to be so antisocial. I am an introvert in an extrovert's body. I can handle being around people gracefully for a little while, but then I want to be a hermit, and I want everyone to leave me alone and stop trying to talk to me. Sometimes, while I'm smiling and nodding politely, I visualize myself slamming doors in people's faces. Is that awful? Don't care.
I won't ever call my husband or my children names. In fact, I don't really like the idea of calling anyone names...it seems like prophecy to me. Don't you think if you tell your kids they're rotten little monsters that they'll try hard to be rotten little monsters? Or that if you tell your husband you think he's an idiot that he'll start feeling like one? I don't know - it just never struck me as a productive way to address another human. Speak life.
And for today...here's a pic of me and Fergus at the beach. My mom saw this picture and thought maybe Fergus could possibly be a girl...who knows?!



































































