Keepin' It RealI

I think I've overloaded on wedding stuff. VOM! So, I thought I'd get real today. Often, I read blogs and think what perfect lives people have, and at times, I'm jealous. But then I begin thinking about how my life isn't perfect by any means, but you wouldn't know that on this blog. It's all pink ponies, weddings, and rainbows lately.

Today, I decided to do a get real post. A real, genuine post about the ugly of  me.  I have a temper. As an adult, I have learned to control it *most* of the time. And well, while we're at it, I'm stubborn. Stubborn as a mule, my grandmother would say. If stubborn has picture by it in the dictionary, there would be my face.  Those are probably my two biggest flaws I'd say.

Prime Example:
Last Saturday, LC had been at a friends house enjoying himself. I had to go pick him up after work, and we decided to leave my car at our friends' house. The next morning I had to go get my car, and LC had me drive his since he wanted to get some breakfast on the way. We stopped by McDonald's, and since they were serving lunch I happily ordered myself a McDouble. After we get our order, I ask LC to give me my cheeseburger, and of course, he goes into a tizzy saying that I'm not a good driver and shouldn't eat while I drive. I'm going to kill him due to said driving while eating. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Well, I'm unwrapping my cheeseburger while driving and he's still mouthing, and I promptly close the cheeseburger and put it in the spot under the radio to which he freaks out because he thinks I've gotten cheese on his precious car. Btw, he's super  OCD about his car. However, unbeknownst to him, I actually folded it so said cheese would not get on his car. So, then, I began to get madder and madder. He's going off about the possibility of cheese on his radio, and I'm fuming because I made sure to fold it so cheese wouldn't get on there. Then, we are yelling hence loss of temper here, and he said YOU SHOULD JUST THROW THAT OUT THE WINDOW.

Cue light bulb above one's head now. Hmmm, within a split second of him saying so, there went the cheeseburger flying out the window. He was astonished and told me he didn't mean for me to actually throw it out. So, there I drove in silence starving but still maintaining my pride. [insert stubbornness here] LC offered me some of his food multiple times to which I declined.  Needless to say, my grandmother would have been appalled. Number 1, littering is not acceptable. However, with the incessant need to make myself feel better, I told myself some birdies now get to have a yummy lunch. Pathetic, I know. Number 2, my grandmother would have scolded me about yelling and losing my temper. Southern ladies do not act in such a manner. We are to keep composure at all times.


Now, I laugh at how silly this stupid little incident was. It just means I need to work that much harder on my flaws. No one's perfect. We all have them. I love the quote on my sidebar: "I myself am made entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions."