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No, I’m not about to tell you some sordid tale of my run ins with the law.  Amazingly enough, there are none. Shocked?  (Those who knew me as a teenager probably are!  🙂 )

I’m not talking about those kind of convictions.

con⋅vic⋅tion [kuhn-vik-shuhn]
–noun
1. a fixed or firm belief.
2. the act of convicting.
3. the state of being convicted.
4. the act of convincing.
5. the state of being convinced.

So, what are your convictions? What do you stand by/for? What is a never changing theme in your life? Have your convictions changed as you’ve matured?

There was a time when I swore up and down that I’d never get married. And if I did get married, I’d most certainly never marry a man who’d been married before. And if he had a child? Oh, he was most certainly out of the picture. Ahem. *glances furtively at SuperDad* See? Convictions change. But if they do, were they ever really convictions? Part of me thinks I made my grand protestations as part of my rebellious youth. I did love making waves, after all.

I’ve just gotten a bee in my bonnet lately on this subject. Why say one thing and then do another? Why say you stand for something and then take a seat when it really comes down to brass tacks? STAND UP AND KEEP STANDING. If you are truly moved by a movement, be a part of it. Own it. Live it. If you believe it, don’t be afraid to tell people. OWN YOUR CONVICTIONS.

And for the love of all that’s holy, don’t spout off about something just to turn around and do something else. Don’t say you would “never” do anything. My Granny and Mom both taught me that “never” is a “God Word”. Only God knows what will never happen. (They said the same thing about “always”, for the record.) And when you get caught straying from your convictions, OWN UP TO IT. No one lies a waffler and I’m not talking about a waffle iron. (I find those to be quite useful, actually.) It’s ok to change your mind, but it is not ok to act like you didn’t take the other side at some point in time.

And heck, if I’m going to take a stand on this, I might as well start listing some of my own:

  1. Kids should be free to make their own choices and mistakes and learn from them. Uhm, yeah.  And then I became a parent.  This is all well and good in some situations, but kids need rules and structure.  They need a moral compass with which to make those choices, and you have to provide those from the beginning.
  2. Love makes a marriage work. Love is not enough.  It takes work.  HARD WORK.  But lots of love makes that work less of a chore.  🙂
  3. A career makes your life satisfying. AHAHAHAH.  No.
  4. Money and the accoutrements it brings make life satisfying. Again, no.
  5. And the list goes on and on…

So, anyone else want to step up to the plate?

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Halloween has come and gone.  I finished my costume an hour before we had to leave for the Hallelujah Fest at our church.  Oh yeah, I love me some procrastination!  CityGirl and BittyGirl looked stinking adorable in their poodle skirt outfits.  SuperDad, gracious man that he is, didn’t point out how dumpy I looked in mine until after he had posted pictures to his Facebook and I made a comment.  He replied with, “Yeah, that wasn’t the most flattering outfit on you.”

I think it also bears mentioning that as we came home from his parents’ house to show off the girls’ costumes, we were headed upstairs to change clothes.  He gently tells me, “Yeah, I guess you didn’t notice that your skirt is see through.  I could see your checkered underwear.”  NICE ONE!  No, I didn’t realize that the thick felt I had used for our skirts would be see through.  And I also didn’t realize that my loving husband wouldn’t tell me before we left the house.  He swears he didn’t notice it until we were at his parents’ house at the end of the night.  I have my doubts.

I can’t say I’m the most stellar observationist either.  While we were at the shindig at church, one of our friends came up to me and said, “So, how do you like the new clean shaven look?”  I looked up at him, a bit bewildered, as he was sporting his usual goatee.  He noted my confusion and said, “Your husband?  He shaved?”  I said, “No he didn’t.”  He pointed him out in a game line with CityGirl and I buried my face in my hands.  There stood SuperDad, minus his usual facial hair.  I SO FAIL.  I was even up close and personal with that face while I was helping him slick his hair back for his 50s ‘do.

Seriously, do married people just stop looking at each other at some point?  I’m starting to think that’s the case!

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