It is ok to be negative sometimes?

I posted this on my secret blog that was supposed to be more of a journal that five people have access too... I've written on it once in the last calendar year and that was today. I figured I could stick it on here to. Any thoughts on this:

I wish I had a blog where I could say exactly what I think without worrying what anyone would think. One that I could really say what I think about Comcast, my wedgies, stinky dogs running around my house, cranky days, bad days with anxiety, oooo and ahhh my children because they really are THAT amazing, talk about my sexy husband... I guess that's what journals are for.

But NOT really. Because someday someone could read my journal. And they probably don't want to know that I hate the thought of plastic tampon applicators filling up the land fills, or that I am addicted to fountain drinks, or that I am a tired cranky mom, or whatever weird thing was on my mind that day.. because then it would reflect my bad side. And we can't have that can we? I don't want my progeny to know just how mad I can get, just how anxious/paranoid I am, or that I'm not really that nice of a person who doesn't always have spiritual insights and great understandings. Umm HELLO? My kids are supposed to think I am amazing right? Why ruin that false idea? (I have to admit, I love being idolized by my little ones.)

I feel like we can't show any negativity because it can (and it really can) invite more in. So what are we supposed to do with it? I mean that seriously. Where are we supposed to talk about the things that upset us, drive us insane, or that we just need to let out? Or how about our definitely not politically correct opinions? Or how frustrated I am that Rowan has had diahrhea for a months, or whatever.

Let's face it, some things you can put on a blog and some things you can't. I feel the same way about journals too. So where are we supposed to put our negatives? They need to be dealt with or else they just fester (for me at least.) P.S. Fester is a gross word. I have to tell someone or something about my insecurities, bad days, and ill formed ideas right?

Safety Hazards

So, I cook and I then I burn myself. It's a very common occurance in our home. Randy and I can recount several occasions when we actually heard my skin sizzle and pop. I have hands of steel compared to most people. I think.

Then I started doing hair on a regular basis.

On Saturday the salon ran out of gloves.

I had a burn on my thumb.

My fingers were then used to apply some high lift color (double developer and lots of ammonia...) to make a brunette a blonde (ummm she looked fabulous and I was more than excited to claim my work! Just in case you were wondering) BUT

My fingers are still hurting and it's been days.

Question: Does this mean I've lost my 'hands of steel' status? Should I quit cooking so I can work? or should I quit working so I can cook? Cooking is a serious safety hazard for me.... Let's think about this.....

Oh yeah, I am so not ok with a hammer either. Someone broke part of our fence. Alice, being fertile and free is quite the hazard (I am working on the spay thing... ok, not very hard but I will get around to it. I promise.) So I marched outside with my trusty hammer and my newly acquired nails.... One seriously sore thumb later (but NO swears) Alice is no longer free. Just fertile. And hopefully not the pregnant fertile. Can a 7 month old dogs become pregnant?

Hi There!

We just wanted to say "HI!" We haven't blogged much lately. We've been really busy and I am pretty sure that in the coming years I will regret not taking the time to blog/journal our life.... Guilt later.

Now: Rowan- overdosing on candy. A true Stolle loves his sugar! Mikayla- plowing through her non-kindergarten homework. Beth- mommy extaordinaire. Randy- busy as a word does not even describe!!

The End!