It's just me. Again.

Update: I found a post from July 2009 of similar content: http://4jacqs.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html  ... reminding myself again to let her be messy! Original post: I stumbled upon this while searching for proof that a messy child makes a happy home. Messy Kids: Remote Control Art#links Love it! I received a text from my husband this morning regarding certain crayola markers used by a certain toddler for random body art. He threw them out. While disobedience was most likely the issue, there's something I want to impart about art ... a mess is best! In my opinion. Currently, I'm on a mission to reform his thinking .... any thoughts or ideas to help my "we don't use them for that" husband?

I want to be good. My childhood days were plagued with the pursuit of being good. Praise and adoration were high on my "things to get" list. Christmas presents? Nah. Just tell me how great I am. Smile and pat my head even. Thanks. However, you can't be "good" all the time. Trust me. I know. The problem with trying is you get caught in a cycle. Making one person happy leads to making more people happy. I end up being a proverbial affirmation-whore; you don't care who it comes from and you want it all the time. Days are spent in a fury of activity to solicit positive attention. Because of this my 7th grade year was a nightmare. If you have ever read You Are Special I should tell you - Max Lucado wrote it about me. Now let's fast forward 23 years (I can't believe I just admitted that) to this past Friday when I agreed, out of a genuine desire to see an old friend, to attend a blood drive she organized. I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you. I don...