Trying to be the bigger person....

I feel like my last few blogs have been real Debbie downers and that all I do is complain. But hey its my blog and my journal so if I write it out then I feel a little bit better. My family is made up of 4 girls (very outspoken girls) And one boy. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. I think out of "the sisters" I am the most laid back...it takes me awhile to get mad about stuff but when I do it takes me a long time before I can forgive (not my best quality I know.) I also feel that when I am right that I am right until someone else lets me see it from a different point of view....but I'm stuck trying to let it go, and trying to be the bigger person. And how do you NOT have to be right all the time?

Tacky or Not Tacky??

So along with getting married we get to also go on a super fun VACATION aka HONEYMOON....which I totally need. And while we were searching for that perfect place to go I ran across this website honeyfund.com I really liked it. I think it would be perfect for us since we have been living in sin for the last year. heheheh But I'm torn between if its tacky or not. I know now that things have changed and now its not considered tacky to register for a place. But most of the time its for newly weds that have nothing and need a jump start on stuff for their new pad. And I don't know if its tacky to ask for people to help pay for a honeymoon instead of getting a mixer or something that we already have. Let me know my two blog buddies if you think this is tacky. And don't worry about hurting my feelings cause you know it wont. :)

Friends ?

I have a question for those of you that read my blog (all two of you...lol) If you found out that you had offended a friend of yours. Would you A. Call and talk to them about it? B. Send a text asking why they were upset? or C. Wait till they said something to you and act like everything is fine even though you know its not? And then once everything is out in the open and you know what is wrong, what you did to upset the person, and why they hadn't mentioned the problem sooner do you A. Apologies B. Act like YOU are the one that is now upset because you feel like you have been wronged in some weird way. or C. Send a rude email saying you will apologize when your good and ready to? I know I'm being vague with all of the questions but I do want to know how others handle apologizing. I'm not saying I'm the Queen of it. But if and when I find out that I have offended and it wasn't my intention to do that. I try to take care of it pretty soon. I have found in the last few weeks that some people will surprise you with how fast and sincere they are with their apologies and then how some are shocked and appalled that you would even be upset over something they think is to trivial.....and an apologies is out of the question.

Scars

So today at work I had someone that has been coming into the office for over a year now and just barley noticed the scars on my face....And of coarse he wasn't very tactful about it. He said "OMG what happened to your face." I immediately put my hand to my face thinking I must be oozing blood or something and then realized he was talking about my scars. After that it was awkward to say the least. I'm not mad at him, he didn't know what happened. And yeah he could have been more tact full about it, but hell I know I have said things that I wish that I could crawl under the table after It was said ...But what I wasn't prepared for was how it made me feel after. It has been a really long time since I have thought about my scars that way. I mean I see them every day but I am pleased with the way they look and I am VERY thankful that they are as mild as they are compared to some that I have seen. But still the look on his face when he was looking at me did remind me of the stares right after the accident, the way that my nieces and nephews looked at me like they were scared. Not scared of me but scared for me. I started to cry...And I haven't cried about the scars on my face for a long time....But it really bothered me.