So I couldn't decide in this blog if I wanted to talk about when I say stupid things (which happens way more often than it should) or if I wanted to talk about a night in the life of me. Stupid things won out, as usual. I am literally the queen of sticking my foot in my mouth.
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I am not intentionally insensitive- I honestly think my mouth moves faster than my brain. This results in me spending a lot of time wishing I could just learn to keep my mouth shut, or that my lips would just fall off.
Sometimes they are funny, "That's what she said" moments. Like the time I told a class, while describe the hamburger method of paragraphing writing (you don't want to know), that their paragraph should get meatier as they go down it. Not funny you say? Say it out loud to thirty tenth graders, they will get it.
Sometimes my jaws getting to flapping and I say things that are totally inappropriate for the situation. Like the time I visited a friend whose father was dying and said to her, "I felt so sick to my stomach that I wanted to die." Really, Katie? Really?! Man, did I apologize for that!
The moral of the story is that I need to listen more and talk less, I think. Or think before I speak. Or lock up my lips and throw away the keys.