tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post2452322065019088869..comments2023-11-02T05:07:44.211-07:00Comments on Books, Boys, Buzz...: The Greatest Lie I keep Telling...Young Adult Authorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12093024348425287064noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-27236068197926442742010-04-30T19:40:16.331-07:002010-04-30T19:40:16.331-07:00Congrats to Thursday's winner, Erika! Plz send...Congrats to Thursday's winner, Erika! Plz send your info to stephanie@stephaniehale.comstephhalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15836703686468306571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-65806534434852727802010-04-30T14:02:47.749-07:002010-04-30T14:02:47.749-07:00I just got finished moving and I'm still not u...I just got finished moving and I'm still not unpacked yet. My sister is a recovering hoarder and we still had a mountain of stuff in our garage that she hadn't gone through in the two years since our last move. I was/am still so overwhelmed I don't know where to start or when we'll ever be finished. We rented a temporary storage, just so that we could finally be out of our apartment, and now we need to be out of that. I quit two jobs to move with my sister, because I worry about her by herself and I couldn't afford the rent on my own right now. I could have really used some help packing, but my friends would ask in the same breath as they would tell me how busy they were, and I could see the vacant looks in there eyes, so of course I told everyone that "I was fine."<br /><br />And of course we will be fine, and everything will work out, because it always does, but it still kind of sucks.<br /><br />Sorry if that's too TMI, I didn't realize I was holding on to all of that, but it feels therapeutic, so thanksnymfauxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01573887455015014792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-55151294622697297472010-04-29T21:39:28.064-07:002010-04-29T21:39:28.064-07:00Yes, when I'm at my friend's / relative...Yes, when I'm at my friend's / relative's place and I offer to clean up / cook, etc. and I know I can't handle it all by myself.Llehnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03808225636111637085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-89971975366805545902010-04-29T20:59:48.169-07:002010-04-29T20:59:48.169-07:00I really get angry when someone tries to tell me w...I really get angry when someone tries to tell me what to do, if I know what I'm doing. I know that sounds really pig-headed, but let me use an example. <br /><br />Person A: (is designing a website)<br />Person B: "You're obviously doing that wrong!!"<br /><br />Person A: (startled) "What do you mean? You've never designed a website before!"<br />Person B: "Well, I haven't, but I know what it's supposed to look like, and that's not it!!!"<br /><br /><br />See what I mean? :DGirlforChristhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07338224632352981889noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-43709782270308694732010-04-29T20:20:04.932-07:002010-04-29T20:20:04.932-07:00I'm 100% guilty of using that lie. I say it al...I'm 100% guilty of using that lie. I say it all the time, I take so much on my plate, wanting to do it all then I get stressed when I am not finishing things fast enough.Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09702562351328503338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-6078517526806384192010-04-29T15:46:35.940-07:002010-04-29T15:46:35.940-07:00Wow, Heather, that's kind of a deep post...
Y...Wow, Heather, that's kind of a deep post...<br /><br />Yes, I have told that sort of lie. I think my main problem is that I hate it when people don't believe what I say...so if they ever question something I've said, I get mad. And I become determined that what I've said is true...no matter what.<br /><br />So sometimes I've said "I can handle that" back when I thought I could...and by the time I realize I need help, I've gotten so mad at everyone who kept implying I couldn't handle whatever it is, that I can't bear to admit I was wrong and need help!<br /><br />Yeah, kind of screwed up, I know. ;-)<br /><br />CaraCara Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02930608028959652445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-45141310307422933092010-04-29T13:11:20.181-07:002010-04-29T13:11:20.181-07:00Great post, Heather! I've told that lie too, a...Great post, Heather! I've told that lie too, and it's the worst when my stubborness about accepting or asking for help impacts someone else.Wendy Toliverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14642277380582169548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-20616687779816908182010-04-29T11:55:15.893-07:002010-04-29T11:55:15.893-07:00I'm terribly guilty of this, Heather. It has a...I'm terribly guilty of this, Heather. It has always been so hard for me to ask for help for some reason. :) Great post.stephhalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15836703686468306571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-66128580909663303572010-04-29T09:10:19.045-07:002010-04-29T09:10:19.045-07:00Several times this past year we have been put on e...Several times this past year we have been put on evacuation alert for fire and flooding, and I had frantically believed I could handle it all the decision making and car packing myself. But when my husband was around to help, my stress level would drop considerably, making me realize that not only was I not superwoman, but that that was okay!TinaFerrarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14356148823775352938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33681077.post-70311097621868168912010-04-29T08:34:02.067-07:002010-04-29T08:34:02.067-07:00I have that feeling usually ever Christmas season....I have that feeling usually ever Christmas season. I try to make candy, cookies, and artsy items for everyone on our list. And I try to do it all myself, but last year my husband stepped into make cookies and no one received any candy. <br /><br />It's always hard because of NANOWRIMO and not much gets done in November as a result!Jennifer Rummel https://www.blogger.com/profile/02326637639055539691noreply@blogger.com