Friday, November 30, 2007

Santa's Helper

Okay, Ladies. It’s that time of year again . . . time to buy that perfect gift for yourself from your husband.

What? That takes the fun out of it? Where is the surprise element?

Ladies, don’t kid yourself. Have you ever truly liked the gift he picked out for you? Or better yet, the one his personal assistant picked up? (After he told her what to buy, of course). Has he ever been able to actually remember any of the little hints you gave him from Thanksgiving Day all the way up to Christmas Eve?

After fourteen Christmas’ with my husband, I finally decided the best way to get what I really want, really like, with the price tag being just right, I decided to buy it myself. My husband’s response:

“You are the woman! You are the most amazing wife in the entire world! You don’t even understand how great this is!”

So ladies. Release him from the burden. Make your Christmas merry. GO BUY YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT!

Oh, and if you happen to ask him afterwards if he’d like you to wrap it as well . . . it's probably safe to assume his response will be similar to the one I got from mine, “That would be awesome!”

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Forgetting Not His Benefits

Thanksgiving was wonderful. We drove to Amy’s (David’s sister) house north of Dallas where we had the most wonderful Thanksgiving meal. David’s parents joined us as well as Sam’s (David’s brother) family. It was absolutely perfect!

We spent a bit of time reflecting on what we are thankful for. I am thankful for so much.

I am thankful for Jesus and His consuming presence in our lives, the wonderful guy I’m married to, our extended families, good health, the abundant blessings of the Lord . . .






Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The Rip-Off

When you walk into your living room and notice your camera is sitting on the coffee table, you smile because you realize your daughter forgot to put it back in your purse this morning. When you mentally try and recall how much actual cash you saw in your billfold yesterday, you again can’t help but grin remembering that you gave every last bit down to your last dime to your kids for the missionary offering. When you walk in your office and see your daytimer sitting open on your desk, you chuckle in disbelief because you actually meant to stick it in your handbag before leaving.

So, I guess the guy who attempted to rob me blind at the pharmacy today got away with a credit card that I canceled before he was ever able to make an attempt at using, a debit card with the same results, a few checks that if he tries to use will be returned stamped “Stop Payment.”

Since the police report has been filed and the surveillance camera got a full and clear shot of him . . . I’m thinking he might regret his decision to swipe what didn’t belong to him . . . unless of course, he just really enjoys reading through the journal of sermon notes he finds among his rather scanty bounty.

Though it did cost me a bit of inconvenience, I’d have to say it was a much more costly mistake for him. Oh, and the child who forgot to put my camera back . . . she got thanked immensely for being disobedient, irresponsible and forgetful. : ) She also got a big hug and lunch out with mom.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Do You Have A Need For Sparkle and Bling?

Marilyn Monroe once sang that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. I’d have to say I disagree.

Though I didn’t ask for them, and though I’ve never been a diamond-wearing kind of girl, David bought me diamond earrings last December for our 13th wedding anniversary. Though I wear them, some days I hugely regret that such a thoughtful gift ever crossed my dear husband’s mind . . . like the day I dropped one on my bathroom floor. I couldn’t find it. After crawling all over the floor and underneath the vanity, I noticed a very small, hairline crevice between the vanity and the ceramic tile. After I removed six ceramic tiles, I found my little diamond earring. That was about 8 months ago . . . and those tiles have yet to be replaced.

And then there was yesterday. I dropped one in my bathroom sink. After falling down the drain I mentally debated as to weather I should remove the trap under my sink and retrieve it . . . or just let it go. I actually gave it a shot, but the pipes were too tight for me to turn. I didn’t use that sink the rest of the day and then David recovered my small diamond earring when he got home from work.

Or how about when you can’t find your diamond earrings. After a thorough search you find them in the trunk of your young son’s play car. Nice!

I guess I don’t get it. I’m totally fine with $20 earrings—just nice enough to not make my ears sore. Then, when something unfortunate happens, it’s not a big deal. I can handle losing $20 bucks. Am I alone here? I have a feeling I am.