Tattle-tale

When we were kids, we were always told not to tell on someone else. "No one likes a tattle-tale!" We also were told that honesty is the best policy. Those things were embedded in my mind from a young age. I tell my kids the same things, when the opportunity arises.

What happens when, in order to fulfill one, you must do the other?

In the interest of being honest, because it IS the best policy, afterall, I had to tattle. The twist? I had to tattle on myself!!! Man...they didn't talk about that when we were kids.

***Transparency Alert***

There have been times in my life that I have been less than honest...downright, dishonest, if you want to know the truth. It is these times that haunt me. Some of the biggest mistakes of my life came from dishonesty and I will forever pay the consequences for them.

I made a decision to live my life honestly...no matter what! I have done that and will continue to do so. It is the best policy afterall.

To continue my honest living, I had to tell on myself. It was painful to say, and even more painful to hear, I'm certain. However, in the long run, it was the right thing to do, for the right reasons, and I believe, it will pay off in the end.

I hope I'm right...

Be a tattle-tale? Don't mind if I do...

The "I Love You" Conundrum

Is there an exact right amount of times to say "I love you"?

You would think the more you say it or hear it, the better it is. I'm not sure this is the case. Sometimes when it's said too much, it gets watered down. On the other hand, if it's not said enough, it may cause the other person to question your feelings. I'm certain there is a balance in there somewhere. My guess is, the right amount will be different for each individual. You have to find what works for you and your loved ones.

I usually lean on the side of saying it more rather than less. I like to say it, because I like to hear it, and I mean it, sincerely, every time.

It is my hope that it doesn't seem diluted...

Find the balance between watery and questioning? Don't mind if I do...

Party of One

I made a decision today. I am going to start another blog.

When I started this one, it was for me...my thoughts and my feelings about whatever it is that was going on with me at the moment. As time has gone on, it has become less FOR me, and more ABOUT me. There is a difference. I have to sometimes censor myself, given who I know (and don't know) is reading my posts on a regular basis. I love that people are interested in what I might say (if even a little bit or out of morbid curiosity), however, there are some things that I just can't write and sometimes I NEED to write what is on my mind.

I have never been a journaler...it never interested me. Blogging, on the other hand, has proven to be fun, and often times, therapeutic for me. It becomes less effective when I have to be so selective in what I write, given my audience.

Therefore, I will start a blog for me and my heart from me and my brain...for my eyes only (there is a title in there somewhere, I believe)!

We'll still meet here on a regular basis. I have tons of things just rolling around in my brain, dying to be written. Please don't take it personally that you're not invited to this party...sometimes a girl just needs her alone time.

Continue my blogging therapy? Don't mind if I do...

Fire Away!

BEEEEEP....

Out of the office? Don't mind if I am...

Grease Monkey?

There is a reason that women don't typically fix their own cars, and not just for the reason shown in this VERY tongue-in-cheek picture.

We are girls. As such, we are usually not wired to know how, nor to even care about things like oil changes, brake jobs, realignments or any of that other junk that cars need...that's what boys are for. Unfortunately, these are all very important things that need to be tended to, lest you find yourself stranded on the side of the road in need of even more manly assistance. I am learning to do these things for myself, but I still find the need, from time to time, to lean on the male species to get me through. I think that's okay.

Men and women are very different. God created us exactly how He wanted us to be. I'm fairly certain it was intended to not have grease under MY well manicured fingernails. For the record, I am COMPLETELY okay with that!!!

For those women out there that can change their own flat tire or the oil in their car, I say: GOOD FOR YOU! Now...could you pass me that nail polish?

Let the boys do the dirty work? Don't mind if I do...

Say Hey...

My friend Amy posted this on my Facebook wall yesterday. I double dog dare you to sit still during this song...it can't be done!!!

Thank you, ASH, for this much needed pick me up!!




Have a dance party in my chair? Don't mind if I do...