When In Moab

I hate being manipulated. Scratch that. I hate it when someone tries to manipulate me.

I’m decent at sniffing it out; I get an uncomfy feeling in my belly and like a bloodhound that’s treed a fox, there’s an arooing signal that goes off in me.

Sometimes I get stuck questioning myself about it. Like, am I the one that’s in the wrong here or should I be doing something? These are a couple things that come to mind.

When this is the case I usually bounce ideas off someone. For example, today it was my sister-in-law Maria. Her words, “Yeah, that feels pretty manipulative to me.” Great, confirmed!

Speaking of Maria, we’re heading out on the town of Moab tonight. It’s ladies night, whoop whoop!

Our husbands – whom are brothers – will be the kid watchers, dinner cookers, and who knows what kind of trouble makers.

Also, there’s are three days left of our vacation, and I’ve thought about it; I’m not ready to go home. The time away from home and work is nourishing; as is experiencing different ways of life, and the gaining of perspective on my own.

And just so you know I’m writing this at 4:30 pm, a highly unlikely time for me to blog. I’m usually here at 9 or 10 pm. I’m doing it earlier mainly because I want to give my mind the night off, something I rarely – if ever? – do.

And because I don’t want to leave you just yet I looked up March 11th, hoping to find something worthwhile to share with you.

In no particular order; it’s National Middle Name Pride Day (Diane), World Plumber Day (world? whoa!), National Oatmeal Nut Waffle Day (no thanks, wait, maybe?), National Wash Your Nose Day (when in Rome), and National No Smoking Day (I’ll be sure to pass this on to my fellow patrons outside the bar tonight.)

Once again, thank you for coming. I appreciate you.

Love, Jaclynn