stuff they don't teach in marriage counseling

I got a haircut today, and it is the shortest it's been since I was 16. And if I remember correctly, I cried for a long time after that horrific haircut. But no worries.

So after she chopped it all off, I dropped by Matt's office to show it off to him, as is my custom.

Matt: (Sees hair) Oh, it's very cute! I like it a lot.
Leah: Do you like it?
Matt: Yes, it's very cute.
Leah: Does it make me look skinny or fat? (Don't judge!!)
Matt: It makes you look skinny.
Leah: Does it make me look older or younger?
Matt: Younger.
Leah: Good.

Of course I know that my haircut doesn't make me look different at all, but we've had some tension in the past when I've presented these questions. It used to go like this.

Leah: Does it make me look older or younger?
Matt: Umm. I don't know.
Leah: What do you mean? Do I look older or younger?
Matt: I don't know what you want the answer to be? Are you supposed to look older or younger?
Leah: Babe, there's not a "right" answer, it's just whatever you think. (Duh, he's smarter than that.)
Matt: Okay, older?
Leah: Really?
Matt: I don't know, younger?

Yeah. He wised up.

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Happy Friday. I'm out.

the walls hate me

Jonathan Edwards in his resolutions wrote that he was resolved, "never to suffer the least motions of anger towards irrational beings."

I could certainly learn a thing or two from Jonathan Edwards. And the walls, doors, and furniture in my house would appreciate it if I did.

Let me explain.

I have a tendency to react very strongly if I stub my toe, or run into a wall, or bump my elbow/any other limb on a piece of furniture. And by "very strongly," I mean that I may or may not cry out with rage, pump my fist, and beat down the inanimate object responsible for causing such pain in my life.

It happens all the time. There is a very ill-placed ledge thing in our bathroom that eats my lunch almost everyday, and trust me, it has received it's fair share of beatings. (Read: It's a wonder that I haven't broken my hand.)

The irrational part of me is screaming inside and sometimes aloud, "IS THERE NO JUSTICE?!" As if the furniture and walls in my house are purposely getting in my way and inflicting pain on me.

Matt has witnessed these reactions on a number of occasions. Usually his eyes get very wide, he starts to smile (mockingly, since he can see how ridiculous I am acting), and he responds in disbelief, "Oh my gosh." He finds it very fascinating that I could get so angry at something that doesn't have a will.

Then I say, "What?" as if he has no good reason for looking at me like I am a lunatic, and I proceed to justify myself, knowing that there is not a rational excuse in the world for that sort of behavior, "THAT REALLY HURT!"

Then I repent. It will get better. I'll keep you updated.

short on sass

I don't know how to break this to you, but I've been a little short on sass recently. Sassy Leah has taken the backseat and Serious Leah is in the driver's seat. I don't know what this means for my blog, but let's be honest, it's probably better for my soul.

I don't want to leave you without SOMETHING. After all, you faithful readers are the reason I stay in business over here at Gibbizarre. So...

1 - I never followed up about the gluten free lasagna! It was a HIT. By the way, this reminds me that you should be very careful if you ever give me a compliment; my ego reacts very strongly to compliments (ahem, especially if they have something to do w/ this blog). So, if my small group was telling the truth, then the GF lasagna was the bomb.com, and if they were lying, then they sure boosted my ego. "A flattering tongue works ruin..."

2 - We had Matt's whole accounting department over to our house on Saturday for a BBQ! It was quite fun, and served as a motivator for me to FINALLY do some things to our house that I've been wanting to do since we moved in 2 years ago (like fill some empty wall space and rearrange some furniture). Perhaps all this hosting is more evidence that I'm growing up?

3 - Some of you know that until about December, Matt had literally eaten the SAME lunch every single weekday since college. He started to get tired of it, and we've been trying different things ever since then.

Well, we FINALLY found something that is quick and easy and healthy for him to take to work. SALAD. Before you start thinking it's gross, let me say it's not your typical salad. We have started grilling chicken or beef on Sunday, cutting up all kinds of veggies, and buying sunflower seeds/almonds/other toppings. So all he has to do in the morning is put the leafy greens in a to-go bowl, add his veggies and chicken or beef, add his dressing, and go.

I am hoping that this trend will stick for awhile. (Cause his alternative to not having a good lunch is just to skip it altogether.)

4 - Show my other blog some love! www.thisvanishingmist.com

for those of you who twitter...

...so did King Hezekiah.

"Like a swallow, like a crane, so I twitter..."
(Isaiah 38:14a, NASB)

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