Not Me Monday

"So MckMama..." is a phrase frequently uttered in our home, by myself and my husband. MckMama is one of those rare people who lets herself be seen by others. She lets us see her as she follows Christ - flaws and all.

Each week, MckMama hosts a blogfest called "Not Me Monday." Not Me Monday is, in a nutshell, a no-cost-involved self-therapy program designed for people like me. It gives those who participate full license to disclose all of those details that we usually keep carefully hidden. It also allows us (the participants) to read about all of the things that other people definitely did *NOT* do this past week.

So here are my "Not Me Monday's." Be sure to head on over to MckMama's Blog to check out more, that are probably more entertaining than mine could ever be.

1. It is not currently Thursday. Because I would never start my "Not Me Monday" post days in advance. No. Not I.
   
2. My cat is perfectly behaved. He never destroys things. And I am never a slob. I always put everything where it goes, as soon as I am done with it. I would never let a padded mailing envelope find its way to our living room floor. And if I did, and I was, and he did, and he wasn't (didja' follow that?), even then this would not be the envelope that I mentioned. And those holes would not be shaped like kitty bites. And there wouldn't be little pieces of that envelope all. over. the. house. Because as I said, I'm a neat freak.
   And even if all of that did really happen, I for sure wouldn't make my husband, who kindly threw away the envelope, dig the envelope back out of the garbage and put it where we found it just so I could take a picture for my "Not Me Monday" post.
   
3. I did not just type a nice long post, (not this one, a different one) and get giddy when I did spell check and it found zero errors. I'm not so hung up on "doing things right."
   
4. I did not go to a doctor today, and nearly breaking into tears, inform him that it doesn't seem to matter what I do, I just can't sleep. Because my faith is bigger than that. He did not surprise me with more compassion than I expected when I told him very briefly what was causing the sleep disturbance. He also didn't give me just enough Ambien to get caught up on sleep.
   
5. There are not areas of my life that are too personal, too... painful, embarrassing, or "ugly" for me to share here. I am always an open book. Right? Okay... seriously. Not always. Because nobody needs to share every single detail of their life with anybody else. There are some things better left unsaid.
   
6. I do not smile every time I think of "our" skunk. And his name is not Leroy. And he is not something I am fond of. No. Because he is, after all, a wild animal and I certainly shouldn't be comfortable around him. After all, he could be dangerousor he could even stink.
   
7. I have not used verbs to come up with nick names for each of our cats. If I had, their names would most certainly not be Crying Cat, Biting Cat, Kicking Cat, and Chirping Cat. Nope. Because we don't have any cats that cry, bite, kick, or chirp.
   
8. My Furbis cat did not actually kick Derek's Bayleigh cat in the head. No. Because seriously, what cat kicks other cats? As in picks up his or her foot and kicks another cat? Definitely not mine. Because he's normal.
   
9. I am not stalking MckMama's blog right now. Because I'm not hung up on being one of the first ten people to submit my link to Mr. Linky. Because no way would I ever be so superficial as to care what number I am on an automated link submission form.
   
   **editing to add this: I did not diligently stalk her blog until 9:00 AM this morning. Only to seriously miss her post by seventeen minutes. I wouldn't give up at such a silly time. I am not number 189. So there. Stalking is apparently useless.
   
10. I am not currently working on a slideshow that will grace the top of this blog for one week, beginning January 31st.