‘SHE’S A MESS’ EXPLAINED
The word ‘mess’ used in a sentence is like the phrase “Bless his heart”. Just as blessing someone’s heart or your own can be a good thing, it can also be a bad thing. If you aren’t sure, read my enlightening blog about that scholarly subject.
You can say today, I ended up a complete mess. I had a nice day and did some things with good intentions and the right spirit. When Ronald brought in the mail, there was a note that sent me into a tailspin. I should have taken my verse of the day to heart. Psalm 56:4 “In God I trust and am not afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” NIV
That being said, being a mess in this case means pouting and getting my panties in a knot. As I’ve said before, getting one’s panties in a knot is not comfortable and makes one walk funny. I decided to give up the problem, consider the source, and forgive.
Onto better messes.
It’s always funny to me when you meet someone in the store and she is dressed to the nines, wearing a fashionable dress and heels. She fluffs her hair and apologizes, “I am such a mess!” which in woman language means, “What are you doing out and about looking like that?”
I look down at my own sweet self, dressed in leggings and a sloppy tunic. My ensemble is finished out with paint stained sandals. And I agree with her. She is a mess! Totally different meaning than what she intended. Get the drift?
Now the kind of “she’s a mess” that I really enjoy is someone who is just a hoot! My friend, Marjorie, is always like that. She has such funny stories, usually at her own expense, that are unbelievable except with Marjorie, believe it!
When we lived in Illinois and she and my Ronald got together, there was never a dull moment. One time at a banquet, Marjorie’s zipper in the back of her dress broke, and she left to find a pin or two. Thankfully, she had a shawl that adequately covered. Ronald’s comment when he greeted her was classic. “Glad to see you’re back.” Of course, he meant ‘your’.
We can hardly get in an elevator without thinking of Marjorie’s funny story about being stuffed in the elevator with a bunch of short foreigners. She got the giggles. When she gets the giggles, everyone has to giggle. When Tiffany, her daughter, asked what she was laughing about, Marjorie replied, “Sometimes, I just think of funny things!”
I said this blog is for my own Katharsis, my own renewal, and restoration. As I wrote this, I thought of fun times and good friends. I had a few giggles of my own at special memories. My panties are now unfurled, and I am at peace.
Blessings
Kara Beth
The Bible does say a merry heart doeth good like a medicine!
In the picture above, my cousin, Linda, was teaching me how to be a mess. Or else I was teaching her how to take a picture to hide our double chins!
