I never got rid of any of those glasses, just the one Greg broke.
I love decluttering. And my Amazon wishlist is 50 miles long.
I thank God for the smell of the tree in my living room. Just before I scream at the kids for breaking a stupid ornament.
I see pictures of dying children and I feel sick. Then I scour Zappos for yellow flats.
I have a painful longing to adopt again. Yet I pull the covers up over my head most mornings, dreading another day of orphanage behaviors with the children we already have.
I get mad at people who accumulate tons of stuff. I am jealous of them, too.
I feel weird trying to sell fair trade goods that really do help women in AWFUL situations around the world. Because I'm afraid people won't like ME as much if I ask them to buy something.
I worked super, super hard to prepare for my Trades of Hope open house yesterday so I could help impoverished artisans and maybe make a few dollars. While my own family received the sweet gift of, "Put that down, Stop it, Shut up, Go away, I'll do it myself! "
I decorated for that party yesterday with stuff from the dollar store.
I like Christmas music, for the most part. But I'd rather wrap gifts to Thin Lizzy.
I say, "Thank you, God, for our paid off vehicles... We are soooo blessed. Most people in the world don't have cars or even shoes... Yaddah, yaddah, blaaaah." But really- I want a BMW. A fat one.
I did not go to church today. I forewent the happy Cara church act to stay home and pray. Which I did actually do after spending a while on facebook and eBay. And I'm not sorry.
Jesus loves me in spite of my duplicity. Which is just unthinkable, and which makes me want to go to church next week.