Sunday Confessional

So its not technically Sunday anymore; I'm still up so I'm counting it as a Sunday.  What am I confessing now?  And does anyone really care?  Probably not but here goes:  I'm messy.   I'm not dirty, I'm just messy.  Its a constant battle to retain any semblance of organization in my house.  I try.  Really, I do.  I can clean my house so its spotless if I'm having a party.  But on any other day, I just don't care enough to spend that much time putting things in their place.  Besides, those things I've put away find their way out of place in no time and I have no idea how they got there.  I found a website once, called Flylady.  She has good ideas and I'm sure if I followed her plan, my house would be fairly clean, but like all other ideas that need consistency, I'm bad about following any plan. 

I once spent a semester doing student teaching in a room that was horrendously messy.  I'm talking MESSY!!  It was so bad that it made me physically uncomfortable to be in.  I've decided that this teacher was a hoarder to some extent.  (Have you ever seen that show on A&E?  Its disturbing.  Like a car accident that you don't want to look at but can't look away.) By the end of the semester, I'd developed a twitchy eye that sometimes still bothers me.   Anyway, I'm not that bad... 

Happy
There are a few things that are making me happy today: 

1st:  My sister-in-law Linda, who had been diagnosed a year ago with multiple myeloma got a clean bill of health from her oncologist!  This past year was a horrible year for her;  she had just about every complication a person could have, and had a stem cell transplant in late fall. I am soooooo happy for this news as Linda is one of the best people I know.  She is a testament to answered prayer for sure!

2nd:  I found a blog that makes me laugh on a daily basis;  Sleep Talkin' Man. This man was on the Today show last week but I found their blog about a month ago.  His wife records his nightly sleep talking and puts it on the blog for all to read. He says the funniest (and sometimes filthiest) stuff! 

3rd:  We got a new truck today.  Well, its actually 17 years old.  Its a red Ford F-150 with a snow plow attachment that my daughter has named Cleetus.  I love how my kids have to name everything.  DD #1's car is named Owen (which is appropriate because she be 'owen' us money for the car).  My car is named Shaniqua.  She's a cute little red, sassy Grand Prix.  The kids even named the dog's new chew toys -  the pink fuzzy bone is Lucy, the blue fuzzy bone is Steve, and the weird green animal is Jimmy.  I will draw the line at naming the furniture.  That's just completely unnecessary. 

I hope you find something that makes you happy today too!  Life's too short to be unhappy.