My Big Mouth

Hi everyone! I hope today finds you well. Craig and I were talking the other night and for some reason I started telling him about something really dumb (and really funny) I did many years ago (this is just one of the really dumb things I have done, believe me there are many more). Let me just start by saying that I was kinda innocent on this one.

It all began when we went over to my aunt's house to visit with some of her friends, Ava and Greenly, from Mississippi. They had a daughter about my age so I was looking forward to spending time with them. We all were piled in the den watching some kind of nature show when my aunt's friend Ava kept reading everything that came across the T.V. screen. I first thought, OK, she is one of those who likes to read aloud, good for her. This kept going on for what seemed like forever. Words would come across the screen and like clockwork Ava would read them. I started getting a little irritated but tried to just let it go. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore!! The next time she read something I proceeded to say, in a half-joking way, things like, "OK, we've got it!" "We're good without you reading it to us, thanks." "We can read." Before I knew it I was called to come in the kitchen by my aunt and mom. I knew something was up and I was probably about to get into trouble. I went in and my aunt said "Laney, Greenly can't read. That's why she was reading everything aloud." Oh man, talk about feeling like a dog. I didn't know why someone (anyone) couldn't have taken just a minute to tell me about Greenly's reading struggles. I would have never said anything about little Ms. Reader doing her thing.

Alright, there's my "you really did it this time" story for the day. Happy Monday sweet friends!!!!

You talking to me?

Craig and I started listening to a relationship series from a church in Charlotte, NC last week. I love love love when we do the Jesus studying stuff together. The point that really spoke to me was when the pastor said when talking to your husband "you can either speak to the prince or the punk".  How we as wives speak to our husbands makes a huge impact on how they are going to respond to us. Say for example Craig left his shoes and socks (that leave little black fuzzies all over the carpet) in the den instead of taking the shoes to the closet and putting the socks in the dirty clothes hamper. Would you believe me if I told you this was totally hypothetical? I wouldn't if I were you. I could approach Craig with this two ways. I could lay into him telling him that he is a no good forgetful so-and-so who never does anything right (I know your saying that's harsh Marsh), or I could go to him and tell him how much I love and appreciate him for all he does and then ask him to make a concerted effort to pick up his shoes and socks after he takes them off. I am thinking that he would respond better to the latter of the two ways. I actually know he would respond better to the second way, because believe me I have said some things that sound just a smidge like the first way and it didn't work out to good for either of us. I want to speak to my prince not my punk. The Bible says in Proverbs 16:24: "Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones." So go get your buzz on and talk sweet to yo' man (or girl, depending on your situation).