Friday, July 22, 2005
Thinking too Much
I love all the comments....they make me think.Does this ever happen to all you bloggers...you write a post and then think about it constantly for the next 24 hours? I started thinking about what I wrote....yes, I am a slob. I have hidden it very well for my wonderful family-in-law up in Winnipeg. But I have become a half slob, half perfectionist. Is that possible? I think part of it has to do with my husband. He is incredibly clean and neat. He doesn't have piles of stuff laying around the house. I don't nag him about leaving the toilet seat up or throwing his clothes all over the place because he is so wonderfully clean. But growing up, my house was pile after pile of junk. It seemed like every drawer in our house was a "junk drawer." We had a drawer for all the office junk, a drawer for all the tool junk, a drawer for all the cooking junk, and under the counter.....well, be careful because once you go in, you might not be coming out.
My husband has, over the past 12 1/2 years, helped me to see the error of my ways (laughing to myself).
Okay, so that brings me back to what I wrote yesterday. Even though I think I want people to think I'm perfect (diving into my subconscience) I also want them to feel that if they come to stay with me, it's like their sleeping in a hotel, with wonderful service, great food and complete comfort. I want them to go home feeling like they actually had a vacation. You know, most the time when you go on vacation, you need to come home and crash.
I put so much into my guests that I want them to hope to come back. I love company!
And since you asked Yvonne, we are having Paul Dawson come down for the first time. For any of you who were as blessed by "Come to the Cross" as I was, he was one of the leaders. I still would like to see a reunion.
Jennifer at 6:47 PM
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I am also half perfectionist and half slacker!!!
With somethings (like how to fold towel, or using bleach on any surface in the bathroom) I'm a crazed nut. But open my clothes closet, and you better get ready for an avalanche of bunched up clothes. (That is, if they have made their way from the floor to the closet)
I'd have to say that sometimes I'm neat, but not clean (like my oven) but other times I'm terribly clean (like the bathroom) but not neat. (Towels on the floor)
*sigh* My poor clean-freak husband....
....ps...
and yeah....you'll find yourself going thru your day and thinking "Hey...soup! That's something I can blog about!"
I started jotting down ideas before they fly outta my head. The whiteboard on our fridge will sometimes have an obscure phrase on it that only I know the meaning of: and that meaning is always a topic for my blog.
It's very cathartic to write....you'll really find it like therapy....getting inside of your own head.....
Actually, Im am a sneaky slob....
..if i do make a mess ....I just blame it on sammie, our four year old daughter....
"Sammie were you playing with daddys tools again? ...how many time have I told you not to take apart the lawn mower....go to your room"
-Paul
I was going to say I'm a slob and proud of it, but that's only half true too. At home I don't care, but at work I'm a fanatic, I want everything to be perfect!
Hi Jennifer! Your blog design is beautiful. I'm so excited I have another blog to read (when I should be working). It's no fun reading about people when you have no idea who they are. Don't know if you'd remember me...I'm Yvonne's friend from Jr. High (but I moved to Ottawa in gr.9).
A Come to the Cross reunion is a FANTASTIC idea!!!!!! I would definately be there.
Vikki,
I do remember the DeCock family talking about you and a cute little picture Yvonne carried around in her wallet of you two.
I also remember the story that Paul tells a lot about your broken leg being healed at Come to the Cross. You'll have to fill me in on the details of that. It sounded like an amazing miracle!
I forgot about that!!! I was supposed to have surgery on my knee, but we prayed at Come to the Cross and when I went in for my next check up they couldn't believe how it had healed up!
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