Being alone with my thoughts also leads to intense introspection and evaluation of character. Hence the compulsion to share my character flaws with you. Ron tells me my posts are too long. I tell him it's only five minutes of his life. However, for the sake of brevity I'll just highlight a few.
But, really, I don't have more than two or three. What's that? OK. Add pride to the list.
Here I go, in no particular order...
I'm Just A Girl Who Cain't Say No...I'm a people pleaser by nature - although this trait has, like my hormone levels, has dropped the older I get. I hate to disappoint anyone so I agree to do things that I really don't want to do. When this happens, one of two things have been known to happen (sometimes both). I complain about it incessantly, driving any possible joy that could have been derived from the task before me straight into the bowels of hell. Or, I beg Ron to do it. Moral of the story? If you care about the longevity of our marriage, never, ever again ask me to do anything. Ever. I'm only kind of kidding.
How can I spin this into an asset? Ron was glad I didn't say no.
So am I.
Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies...This is completely misleading, but it was a clever quote and it has to do with questions...I alluded in a previous post about my mother's inquiring mind. Well, this apple (me) has not only fallen pretty close to that proverbial tree; it might very well still be attached. During the same trip to TJ's, Ron told me about a news story he'd heard earlier on NPR. I asked him a question. Then another. And another. After about the third question he kept saying "I don't know," which, for most people, would be the clue to move on to another topic of discussion. Not for me. No sirree, Bob. At one point we were at a "no turn on red" stoplight and, after the eighth question to which he had no answer, he actually took his foot off the brake and thought about turning...I could just hear his brain screaming "I've GOT to get out of this car NOW before I commit a heinous crime and spend the rest of my life in solitary!"
It was pretty funny.
Because I love my husband, I decided to tell him how I handle my mom when she puts on her 20,000 Questions game face...I tell her - right up front - before I even begin the story "This is all I know. I don't know any more than I'm telling you." It works about fifty percent of the time. Poor Ron. He'll probably forget this little trick.
I tell myself I heard too many "National Inquirer" ads in my youth...inquiring minds want to know.
Asset? I always have the last word because the person in the glare of the interrogation light has passed out.
Blame It On Dr. Seuss...He's the one who said "Only you can control your future." I know that because I just Googled "control quotes" and this was the shortest one I could find. Had I read this in
my youth (and not five seconds ago) I would have translated it to "Only you can control everything and everyone around you."
I like order.
I like planning.
I like routine.
I like control.
Not ashamed of it, though my kids and husband have been praying to the heavens and anyone else who will listen to the heavens that I would loosen up a little. And, OK, my life would be less stressful if I could learn to just roll with the punches, go with the flow...whatever.
I knew the problem was serious when I began a written prayer journal and caught myself editing my prayers after I'd written them. Like I had any control of what God knows of me. HA!
Here's a picture of me when I feel control slipping out of my tight little fingers...a (cute) cartoon figure with a bee buzzing around my head. My eyes are zigzagging try to follow its course. More and more and more and more and more and OFF pops my head.
End of story.
I'm not even going to try and spin this flaw. Please accept this apology in advance if you have ever been a victim of my controlling ways.
It's just because I love you (and I know what you need and I know how to fix it).
Next time...ten things I'll likely never experience
But, really, I don't have more than two or three. What's that? OK. Add pride to the list.
Here I go, in no particular order...
I'm Just A Girl Who Cain't Say No...I'm a people pleaser by nature - although this trait has, like my hormone levels, has dropped the older I get. I hate to disappoint anyone so I agree to do things that I really don't want to do. When this happens, one of two things have been known to happen (sometimes both). I complain about it incessantly, driving any possible joy that could have been derived from the task before me straight into the bowels of hell. Or, I beg Ron to do it. Moral of the story? If you care about the longevity of our marriage, never, ever again ask me to do anything. Ever. I'm only kind of kidding.
How can I spin this into an asset? Ron was glad I didn't say no.
So am I.
Ask Me No Questions, I'll Tell You No Lies...This is completely misleading, but it was a clever quote and it has to do with questions...I alluded in a previous post about my mother's inquiring mind. Well, this apple (me) has not only fallen pretty close to that proverbial tree; it might very well still be attached. During the same trip to TJ's, Ron told me about a news story he'd heard earlier on NPR. I asked him a question. Then another. And another. After about the third question he kept saying "I don't know," which, for most people, would be the clue to move on to another topic of discussion. Not for me. No sirree, Bob. At one point we were at a "no turn on red" stoplight and, after the eighth question to which he had no answer, he actually took his foot off the brake and thought about turning...I could just hear his brain screaming "I've GOT to get out of this car NOW before I commit a heinous crime and spend the rest of my life in solitary!"
It was pretty funny.
Because I love my husband, I decided to tell him how I handle my mom when she puts on her 20,000 Questions game face...I tell her - right up front - before I even begin the story "This is all I know. I don't know any more than I'm telling you." It works about fifty percent of the time. Poor Ron. He'll probably forget this little trick.
I tell myself I heard too many "National Inquirer" ads in my youth...inquiring minds want to know.
Asset? I always have the last word because the person in the glare of the interrogation light has passed out.
Blame It On Dr. Seuss...He's the one who said "Only you can control your future." I know that because I just Googled "control quotes" and this was the shortest one I could find. Had I read this in
my youth (and not five seconds ago) I would have translated it to "Only you can control everything and everyone around you."
I like order.
I like planning.
I like routine.
I like control.
Not ashamed of it, though my kids and husband have been praying to the heavens and anyone else who will listen to the heavens that I would loosen up a little. And, OK, my life would be less stressful if I could learn to just roll with the punches, go with the flow...whatever.
I knew the problem was serious when I began a written prayer journal and caught myself editing my prayers after I'd written them. Like I had any control of what God knows of me. HA!
Here's a picture of me when I feel control slipping out of my tight little fingers...a (cute) cartoon figure with a bee buzzing around my head. My eyes are zigzagging try to follow its course. More and more and more and more and more and OFF pops my head.
End of story.
I'm not even going to try and spin this flaw. Please accept this apology in advance if you have ever been a victim of my controlling ways.
It's just because I love you (and I know what you need and I know how to fix it).
Next time...ten things I'll likely never experience
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