My Boundaries

I had to ask myself the other day, "Just how much am I willing to share on this blog?" I am probably way too comfortable talking about myself, but I do realize that I sometimes have to involve others in my efforts to prove the worldwide conspiracy to make me crazy. So I have figured out that I have three boundaries. For me they are more like moral guidelines.

1. I will not embarrass God. I am a Christian girl although I am constantly embarrassed by my brethren and their crazy rhetoric. I believe that is my job to live in such a way as to point people towards His loving embrace. It is His job to tell you how to live. I will never deny my love for Christ and it is my sincere desire not to make Him look bad by saying hurtful, CRAZY, and/or hateful things. Considering, I believe he left heaven to come and die for ME (and you to, I guess) that is the least I could do.

2. I will not say anything that would make my mother cry. This is harder than it sounds considering she is both extra-sensitive and my greatest source of comedic material. My mother makes me crazy and says things that just beg to be repeated, but she is my mother and despite her best efforts to drive me BANANAS (yep, I just hummed Hollaback Girl to spell that) I love her. (See kids, brainwashing and guilt work! Go home and try it on your own kids.) I still plan to repeat most of what she says, but in a way that will continue to keep me out of therapy.

3. Lastly, but by no means less importantly, I will not write things that will lead to divorce talk. This is not that hard considering Husband is by far one of the most understanding people ever. The bonus is that he is also easily amused by my shenanigans, but I must admit that I am always conscious of the fact that he is a regular reader. I have one relationship rule that I think every woman would benefit from instituting, "Never embarrass a man in front of his boys." I am pretty sure that that rule carries over to the Internet where his boys, his mama and all of Eastern Europe can see my tirade about how he did not clean the lint trap.

So there you have it. Everything else is pretty much fair game. My friends know that I sometimes use what they say, but I am pretty sure that they trust me not to violate anything said in confidence. I also don't badmouth them because I am generally at 5"2' I am at a pretty steep height weight disadvantage and who wants to blog about getting beat up in the Ladies Room?