Forgive my near-expletive, but I feel very strongly about this sad truth. All my life, I have had the keen and unhappy ability to wait for the most random moment and then shove my foot so thoroughly in my mouth that I'm gnawing on my knee. In fact, most of my most embarrassing memories involve my tongue and my loose hold on it. In most occurrences I truly mean no harm, but words I hardly gave myself the chance to formulate, much less think over to approve if they would be edifying, appertain to the situation, or even be intelligent, come flying out of my mouth with unstoppable gusto. Sometimes I don't even notice the harm done until it's pointed out to me later on. Often I can feel the heat of my own embarrassment as soon as the words leave my stupid tongue. I say all this in part to show you, dear readers, that no, I am by far not the perfect woman, wife and mother that this blog sometimes makes me out to be (Shame on you, blog), but also as a mean to confront myself in confessing a sins I wrestle with daily in an effort to make it stop. Therefore, I read from James 3 and I ask God to keep one hand on my shoulder for guidance and the other over my mouth. Life would sure be a whole lot better if I only said what He wanted me to say.
Now for happier, less soul-searching tiding.
We are trying to sell our house. I have no decorative skill whatsoever. Our master bedroom was a tepid, boring cave of laziness. Combine those three elements, and you have got yourselves a pickle. Then, I happen to ask my genius, clever, gifted, creative, beautiful and good smelling friend Meredith if she would like to stage my sad bedroom for us while we tried to sell our house. Bless that woman for ever and a day, she said yes! I give you, kind readers, the before:
|It's really easy to fall asleep when there's absolutely nothing to stimulate the mind going on.|
I don't think Meredith realized how very very very much I appreciate every thing that she and her mother did for us in making our bedroom pretty. And she asked no payment in return, stating that it was a joy in itself to decorate. I didn't believe her, so we paid them in pizza and a filing cabinet that we weren't gonna use.
|Thank you, wonderful ladies. Thank you!|
|Cute, cute, cute, Cute!|
Tonight is a very special birthday party for two very special girls. Happy birthday, Lydia and Madi! May your two's be not so terrible!
Go, special readers, live your dreams!