So with all the intense emotions of this past week.....I thought it would be good healthy therapy for me to lighten it all up, jump in on the fun from
MckMama's blog and crank out a Not Me Monday post today. If you've never taken part in this carnival where you are able to just laugh at yourself for your "
imperfections" and reveal some quite funny things that you might rather forget......I encourage you to do so. It's all about "being brutally honest and living to tell about it". It's the perfect remedy for when you start taking life (and yourself) too seriously!
OK, so yesterday I did
not go to Stop and Shop and buy five pounds of their russet potato salad, put it in one of my better stoneware bowls and now plan on claiming it is my own for a belated 4
th of July cookout that I am going to tonight. nope. I would
never do that.
I was
not out in the torrential rain one morning this past week in Josh's knee-high wader boots and only wearing my
hoodie and boxer underwear diverting the water away from my barn. I did
not look like a drowned rat who had an
L.L. Bean fashion disaster. I was
not covered in mud from head to toe. The mailman did
not happen to catch this unsightly image either.
Speaking of unsightly images......I did
not use the old puffy eye cure of "dab of hemorrhoid cream under the eyes" on Saturday night so that I wouldn't look like I went ten rounds with Mike Tyson for church on Sunday morning. And I really do
not think that I just admitted that I actually *had* hemorrhoid cream available in my bathroom cabinet.
No *bag on head* here!
I also did
not run go to the salon that I work at part-time to give myself a much needed wax-
ing when my daughter pointed out that I had five little hairs on my upper lip......and she
didn't tell me this valuable information when we were at the checking out at the grocery store. It also did
not feel that she grabbed the intercom system when announcing it either.
I did
not learn how to "sex" my young chickens this weekend and it did
not involve me pressing two fingers in a spot that no human should be putting their fingers on
any creature for that matter. "Sexing" by the way is just fancy chicken lingo for trying to figure out who is a girl and who is a boy chicken. fun!
And on a happy note.......I did
not feel guilty eating
three er, two pieces of the homemade ice cream cake that I made to celebrate, not only Freedom Day......but Josh and
I's unofficial 19 year anniversary. Yes, Josh was the date-that-never-left way back on the Fourth of July in 1990.
*maybe I should switch the order of listing these "not me" statements......... as the subject of me eating a yummy dessert is following having my fingers in not so nice places. OK.....let's just know that I we have lots of anti-bacterial soap here and I seriously...... most absolutely....... definitely used it.
hello?......are you still here? Between a hairy upper lip and now the pretense that I have horrendous hygiene.....I am wondering if y'all raced your mouse to close out this window....
OK, if you are still with me.....God bless your faith in me.....
...... on an even happier note....I need to share this one last thing:
God did
not blow my socks off by adding to my testimony of His
faithfulness.....remember the
blessed $200 from my Job experience this past week? God certainly uses "paying it forward" to bind the enemy as I received this email from Sue (the wonderful woman who blessed us)
".........I have to add to your testimony(God wasn't finished yet). As you know, the rains have made it horrible and actually impossible for farmers to cut and bale their hay. My friend that I get my hay from, had hoped to hay this weekend, and so I was holding on, praying that God would stop the rains for at least 4 days and waiting for her call. I had shopped around this past week, but with prices at $13 a bale(and "not-so-nice" hay at that), I didn't have that kind of cash....I figured I'd "force" the goats out to pasture!!! But as I was down to my very LAST bale this morning, I remembered that one of my 4Hers dad sold hay and so called him asking if he had roughly 25 bales to hold me over....he told me to come by before it started raining again. An hour later, I had a pick-up full of nice 2nd cutting hay from last year....the cost....$200.
"Godronic" isn't it?? What's the scripture about being patient and waiting on the Lord??
........"
I am wondering how the $200 blessed that man and who/how he blessed another with it.
So there you have it. Wrapping up this Not Me Monday fun with a big fat
Amen!
Now, hop on over to
MckMama's My Charming Kids blog and join in on some great "laughter is the best medicine" kinda fun.
Have a great day~
Peace~
*~Michelle~*
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