Yes, I know, Sunday Confessions are generally kept to... well, Sunday. But I was late with the quilt post, and then I was going to put these up last night, until Duke left and went to bed and I thought "You know, perhaps my dog has some sense afterall." and I took myself off to bed. Of course, that line of reasoning just goes to show how sleep deprived I was, as Duke is currently out of my good graces for the time being. (He (reportedly) has no manners, ate a stick of taffy and a plastic bag full of coconut oatmeal crispies off of the table, and refused to let a friend into our home. I guess that's confession 0: I have a poorly behaved pooch, and no idea what to do about it!)
So anyhow, it's late, but it's here. And I've included pictures of German dancing, to make up for the lateness. That's right. I know your weaknesses.
1. I went to Oktoberfest. But that's not the confession part. The confession part is that I laughed at these dear people, although it was both in glee and delight, with only a shade of "how crazy to dress up & do that..." The laughing was also for warmth purposes, as I was freezing my tush off on cold metal bleachers when this picture was taken.
2. I felt the worst for this young lad, the one hopping in the air. He's 17. His father announced to the entire tent that he doesn't have a girlfriend, although he's looking... Bless him, the kid just stood there and smiled indulgently.
3. I let the pregnancy hormones make me crazy yesterday. Admittedly, I was a bit sleep-deprived, and feeling worn out from all of my & Handsome's various running around. But still. Really, Mariah? You can't just go around unleashing the crazy like that. One thing I realized was that, when I was feeling overwhelmed with emotions (that I generally refuse to process because I know they're hormone-induced & therefore not real), I didn't turn to God. I didn't pray or read my bible or focus on truth. I laid in my bed and cried quietly, working up for a good side-blinding (as Handsome called it).
Resolved That: I'm not going to manage myself that way this week. Nope. I'm going to let God manage my crazy before it ever gets close to leaking out and ruining otherwise lovely afternoons. Or evenings. Or even mornings, for that matter.
|See that face? |
He's wickedly handsome.
And a champ, for putting up with the crazy in me.
And can we all just breathe a breath of thankfulness that the molestache is not making a reappearance?
He keeps asking, but I tell him I have enough going on in my life without dealing with his mustache, too.
I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but he's buying it.
4. Before I let the prego hormone monsters out, H & I had a wonderful afternoon. We carved pumpkins, ate candy corn, and drank apple cider out of an old pickle jar. It was 75* and sunny, and a lovely date. The confession part here is that (1) I forgot candles for the pumpkins, so they're just slowly rotting on our front stoop, (2) I forgot It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown that I wanted to watch, and (3) I bought my pumpkins at WalMart, instead of a patch run by a small farmer, as I wish I would have. Oh, and (4) this is probably the first 'date' we've had in... oh, 2 months? 3?? Really, it's such a treat at this point for us both to be home and awake that "dating" is taking a sabbatical.
Now I've got to get to doing work, lest I forget more things and end up with more to confess. All-in-all, the weekend was good and I've got a new chance to keep my head on straight :) Happy Monday, y'all! If you need to confess anything, head on over to Alyx's blog and link up! I'd love to read about how you're just as messed up as me!
My conscience is clear,