I just fell for this and said it like 15 times out loud until Josh told me to stop. Because I couldn't hear the trick, even knowing there was one. LOL!!

Say this out loud: Alpha, Kenny, Body

How many times until YOU got it??

"Your sex takes me to paradise." In the Bruno Mars song. It was playing on the radio. Ava (6) and Isaiah (3) were singing, Ava skipped that part and advised Isaiah to do the same, "language. That part has grown up stuff we don't even want to know about."

Awesome. LOL!

There are those who seek drama. They love it. They crave it.

If it isn't around, they'll even create it.

It doesn't matter the destruction it might represent.

The interesting thing? Sheer entertainment.

There once was a girl, she made friends with a boy.

He was kind, she was smart, their relationship a joy. 

A compliment spoken, what's the harm in that?

It's OK to say, "I like you, nice pants."

We had things in common, had good conversation.

You were someone I related to, but it caused a sensation.

"Give them something to talk about." Yes, we did that and more.

I didn't know real damage was already cracking the floor.

That defining moment, a line in the sand.

A breathless word.

The beginning of the end.

I did nothing wrong, you ended it anyway.

With a statement of adoration?

How do I respond to that? What can I say?!

Turning this way and that, I spin totally around.

I can't see straight.

I fall to the ground.

You lament your name, your reputation?

I cry for our relationship bifurcation.

"Enjoy each other without communicating."

Your words were felt. I still feel them. They sting.

You threw me away. A slap in the face.

How can I respond with grace?

It's with brokenness, my final verse is penned.

As you wish, my dear former friend.

As you wish, this is the end.

I'm so frustrated with so many things right now. I'm doing my best to be patient, patient with people, patient with situations. But the truth is, the rug was pulled out from under my feet. I've been left feeling stunned over the course of the last 4 days.

I'm doing my best to sit back and let the cards fall where they may, having done what I could for the people involved. But it's making me crazy. I have all these feelings bottled up inside. Feelings of hurt, loss, fear, love, and betrayal. And I can't do anything about it. I just have to sit back. And let it fall.

That doesn't come naturally for me. I want everyone (including me) and everything to be OK. I want things to be back to normal. I want to erase the foolishness that has effected me and some very important people in my life. Drama for the sake of it. It couldn't be anything else, or honesty and up front behavior and communication would have been present. Not secrecy. Not hushed conversations. Not judgmental (and completely erroneous) name-calling about people I care for.

Let it be. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

It's so hard to do.

So when I'm really stressed (and yep, I've been under A LOT OF STRESS) my dirty little habit rears its ugly head. I guess some people eat cartons of ice cream, and others might just drink away their stress (or try). Not me. I hurt myself. OK, not that dramatic. I pick at my cuticles.

Yes, since I was a kid I've done it. I pick at the skin around my thumbs, the cuticles. A rough hangnail? Dude, I'll pull at it. It's bad! I know! I know it's a bad habit! It's not cute! And? It could introduce infection. (Hey, at least I don't bite my fingernails, I find that to be more annoying. It has a SOUND, too. UGH!)

So that's my ugly confession. When I'm under deep stress, I pick at the cuticles around my thumbs. Sometimes until they bleed. I apologize.

Do you have any bad habits? Help a girl out, I don't want to be the only one exposed, here.