What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Friday, February 15, 2008

All is wonderfully Swell



I know that the best way to get out of a bad mood is to not dwell on the bad stuff but focus on the good stuff.

So.... I am posting another rose picture. Which is always good.

And a photo of a few little Valentines a certain Little Miss Cupid decided to hide after seeing a few hidden for Papa.

That sure was a cute surprise.



Yep. I am going to focus on those wonderfully sweet, beautiful parts of my life because I know that THAT is what a wise person would do.

Not to mention I have always been adamently opposed to sharing my REAL life with everyone...you know, good AND bad, praiseworthy and scornworthy. After all, I wouldn't want my image tainted with little, worthless little tidbits like, say I don't always react appropriately to situations, there are days that I feel like I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS, and the house has fallen to pieces and I don't GIVE A CARE!!!!

I would never dream of bringing THOSE things up...I don't want my image tainted with a silly little notion called REALITY.

So, it would be just plain STUPID of me to tell you that:

~The dollhouse tipped over today because Matt and I were too lazy to brace it to the wall. (Thankfully, no one was injured, flesh or plastic.)


And I would never admit that:

~Since we don't have storage, I had to move all of our ugly, hideous, terrible boxes of STUFF away from the wall to make room for the dollhouse to be put against it. It had to be organized and sorted through. "We've been here almost 2 years and it needed to get done anyway," I thought. Stupid me. Now the basement is a DISASTER and a half.

I wouldn't dream of sharing the almost two-years worth of bugs, spiderwebs, and, oh-yes, a DEAD MOUSE I found behind the piles of boxes. Ugh. Imagine what that would do to my reputation if THAT got out.

Nor would I admit to being SO frustrated at the bleak outlook of today, that when I discovered the ONLY thing I looked forward to (leftover pizza to eat for lunch) had been taken by my dear, sweet, selfish, pizza-theiving husband to his work, that I cried and stewed over it for an hour...and then called him there just to get it off my chest. He laughed...chops probably full of half-masticated pepperoni and delicious crust.



Nope. I would never DREAM of doing that to my image.
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