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Skipping Ahead

Sometimes with all good intentions, we think we are hearing and communicating correctly.  But if you have a mind like mine – you may be missing things and actually skipping ahead.

Check Engine light on a 1996 Dodge Caravan.

Check Engine light on a 1996 Dodge Caravan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This happened the other day.  I was sure that Greg had said something.  My car had a flashing “check engine light” all the way to church.  He had preceded me to church to play drums for the youth, taking part in the services.  I got to church and found Greg to tell him about the flashing light.  A solid “check engine light” is nothing new to this car.  There are things that eventually need to be fixed and we’ve done everything we can – or I should say everything we want to spend money on.  But this flashing light was something new.  As I finished letting Greg know – I was sure that he said, “I’ll need to call Steve about that and during the message I can go out and take a look – it’s the only time I have to do that”.  He started to walk back up to the drums and I asked, “do you have your keys to the car”?  He looked at me blankly for a moment and then said rather cautiously, “yes” – with a sidelong glance.

For a second I wondered why.  Greg never carries more keys on his person than he has to.  He usually never has my car keys because he has his truck keys.  But since retiring from a night window washing job he had been able to lighten up the load of keys he was carrying around for that job.  Maybe, I thought – he has permanently put my keys on his truck ring.  I guess that’s it, I reasoned.

The song service and special youth numbers came to a close and it was the time right before the message.  Greg came down from the platform and placed his phone and other papers beside me and said, “I’ll be right back”.  I thought, “good – he’s going to look at that light and make sure the car isn’t going to blow up while I’m driving home!”  In about 5 minutes he was back – sneaking in during the prayer time.  I whispered, “is everything okay??”  He didn’t answer.  I said again, “is it okay??”  He looked at me puzzled – as if he didn’t hear me and said, “what?”  I whispered directly in his ear, “the car – is it okay??”  He answered, “I don’t know I didn’t look – I went to the bathroom.”  “But didn’t you say you were going to look at the car during the message?”  “No”.

It was a most frustrating but amusing moment.  I had evidently skipped ahead to another whole chapter – maybe even two or three!  When Greg joined me at home later that morning we had a fun time trying to figure out just what he had meant.  He had absolutely no recollection of saying what he did!  Nothing about checking the engine during the message – nothing!!  You can imagine how we laughed when he thought I was asking him how he did in the bathroom!  And why was I asking if he had the keys to the car!  Funny – good times!

I was pondering this funny moment since it happened on Mother’s Day.  How many times do I skip ahead feeling justified to ask for answers, demand results and more often than I want to admit – am impatient with those not on our same page?  More than once – I can assure you.

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I hear and fill in those empty spaces with things I want – or that sound logical to me, forgetting that not everyone thinks like me.  This happens too often and reminds me that I must slow down – not only my words – but also my thought process.  Slowing down is hard for me.  My body may not always cooperate but my mind has always been quick.  I have always been a step or two ahead.  I am a planner.  I like to have things organized – especially in my thinking.  In this way I can feel in control.

But what does God require of me?

Be still and know that I am God

Psalm 46:10

There it is.  Be still.  What does that mean?  To be still is to be quiet in my mind.  Meditate on God’s love and peace breathed in my life.  Nothing else.  No agenda, no planning, no anticipating.  No skipping ahead.

This is a daily discipline for me.  To slow down.  Take one day as it comes with all its wonders and discoveries.  To ponder.  To relish, reflect and  to be still.

My prayer for you today is that you too will slow down.  You will appreciate the little things.  Take time to stop and ponder.  Really listen.  Stop planning three steps ahead.   To be still.

And may your spouse always be effective in communicating just what they mean.  🙂

God Bless

When Moles Attack

The Mole Returns

Image by programwitch via Flickr

Our backyard looks like a war zone.  Like someone took a shotgun and took random shots in our yard – kicking up dirt and leaving little holes in its wake.  However – if that had happened we very likely could find the nasty person – intent on wreaking havoc  for their own twisted pleasure.  Then we would smooth out our wounded and broken yard.  Reassured that our trouble was over.  But no.  It’s not that easy.  This is a MOLE issue.  And  Greg has declared – THIS IS WAR.

They are driven evil little creatures – bent on ripping apart our yard – bit by bit and taking delight in it.  They even work under cover of SNOW!  It’s amazing really.

Greg tried all the popular ‘cures’ for moles gone mad.  None of them worked…until – he heard about a sure cure – at least it’s worked in the past.  He goes out to the yard and much like the lead character in “Never cry wolf” – he drinks lots of water and then pees in the little holes – one by one.  It’s hilarious to watch and not for the easily squeamish of heart or stomach.  But in the past it has worked.  Very well.  He is stocking up on his liquid and planning his war attack for later today.  If I were a little mole – I wouldn’t like it ONE BIT.  Would you?

Watch out MOLES is all I can say.

And if you ever have trouble – try it Greg’s way.  🙂

Where’s Your Bucket?

Last week I went on an adventure with Greg to West Seattle.  He had to pick something up from a building supply place and then take it to a Starbucks store and fix the problem.  Greg ‘moonlights’ as a contractor for Starbucks and does random cleaning and light maintenance of several stores around the greater Seattle area – when he’s not doing a wedding or a funeral.

It was going to be just a routine ride – I was only along so he’d have some company.  We didn’t think we’d run into any traffic because we were going well before normal rush hour – and stayed off the main heavy traffic places.  It was going to be a pleasant – wonderful ride.

However…

I had a headache.  Not a very bad one – not like the ones I used to get when I had those headaches.  By those – I mean the ultimate  ‘Granddaddy’ of all headaches – and I wrote an article on what mine are like – here it is:  “My Fear Button”.  This was not one of those. Just a little nagging thing – hurting above my right eyebrow – but not bad enough to keep me home.

We came to the first place to pick up what Greg needed to get – a building supply place.  He was gone for several minutes and my head really starting to hurt.  He got what he needed and we headed down the road – but as we continued along we soon found ourselves in some wicked traffic.  We had even taken an alternate route – knowing that one freeway had heavy construction on it.  It didn’t seem to matter – everyone in the city was taking our little ‘short cut’ to another way around it.

Soon I knew that this was no ordinary headache.  I was starting to feel sick to my stomach too.  This was bad.  Very bad. I was soon envisioning another episode in the truck – involving a ‘hurling’ and my husband being humiliated.  I asked if we had a bucket in the truck – and Greg  (by now was a little panicky) quickly looked around and said – “No!  No bucket – you will just have to wait”  Easy for him to say.  I remembered that my “Cindy Box” was in the truck – (those of you who follow my blog know about my ‘box’ – those who do not – can click on “Cindy Box” and read up on it).  Of course it was filled with all my necessary products – I need them.  No ‘male’ operated  truck that carries a ‘female’ should be without these products – it’s really easier on the relationship and marriage.  I said, “Greg – can you reach my “Cindy Box”?”  I saw his eyes grow large with alarm as he said, “It’s full – you can’t use that!”

It reminded me of when Bill Cosby’s wife was going into labor and she started to have painful contractions in the car and Bill said, “No dear – WAIT!!!  I’ll pull over – not in the car dear – NOT IN THE FERRARI!

It wasn’t very funny at the time – especially when Greg told me I’d have to hang on until the next exit.  I’m like, “It doesn’t work that way Greg!”  But hang on I did – and when we finally got off the freeway – I was white as a sheet working very hard to think about ‘puppies’ and ‘snowflakes’ and ‘teddy bears’ – anything but food and throwing up!!  Greg pulled up next to an office building and quickly jumped out – scooped up my ‘box’ and emptied it so I would have a container for the rest of the ride.  Smart man.  He knows too well that I have used a container and I probably will again.  After getting out and getting some fresh air – I felt well enough to jump back in for the rest of the painfully slow ride to the Starbucks.

After arriving  – a hot cup of coffee (caffeine is very good for headaches) and time out of the vehicle really felt good!  I was not headache free – but at least it was manageable.  I have found that my headaches and stomach aches  run together – almost indistinguishable at times.  Once the pain has gone on too long in the head – the stomach reacts.  It’s a given.

Well I’m thankful to report – I did not have to disgrace my “Cindy Box” in any way – and humiliate my sensitive and easily embarrassed sweet husband.  The ‘items’ of necessity are all safety back in place – and I was told today that the ‘bucket’ is back in the truck.  Hmmmm.  I wonder why?

Take care and God Bless

Bill Cosby At His finest!

I came across this video today as I was browsing through blogs – and you HAVE to watch this – it will tickle your funny bone!! I LOVE people from the south!!

Coffee and Other Things That Go Squish In The Night

All the humorous things in our lives seem to center around two things: Our children – or coffee.

I’m not sure why coffee is funny. We really love to drink coffee – and it should be a serious subject – one of reverence and awe – but instead we have so many stories while drinking (or spilling) it that make this impossible.

Years ago – when our children were quite small – I think Shawn was about 4 or 5 and Ashlee about 9 or 10 – we were on an airplane coming back from Fairbanks, Alaska and airplanes being what they are – split our family up into two groups – Greg and Shawn directly across the aisle from Ashlee and me – with Greg and me on the aisle.

Pretty soon – the beverage service came by and filled our drink orders. Greg had to have coffee (of course) and very proudly set the HOT beverage on his pull down tray in front of him – with a 4 year old next to him in the seat. You will need to use your imagination next – to see 4 year old Shawn having a ‘kick fest’ next to Greg’s tray. He was being a normal little active boy 🙂 After a few minutes I was zoning out – even dozing a little when I felt a tap on my shoulder from across the aisle. It was Greg. And instead of telling me his issue – he pointed to the spilled coffee on his tray – and the nice little puddle that was accumulating from the tray down his pant leg and into his sock and tennis shoe. Yes – the coffee was steaming HOT and so all he could do from his present position was look at me and mouth “Ow”. It was HILARIOUS!

But that was years ago right? And Greg has had many opportunities over the years for getting me back – for laughing at him (remember the Ashlee throw-up story?) so many times. A few years ago Greg decided to buy for himself a little Chevy truck – an S-10 to be exact. It’s cute – (Greg says sexy – how can a truck be sexy?) and little and I hate it. I hate it because it does not like me and bounces all over the road like a little puppy all eager to just go!! The suspension in that vehicle is HIDEOUS and I really hate driving in it ESPECIALLY when drinking anything! We will go through a drive thru coffee place and get a coffee and then because of all the bumps and the truck being so sensitive to those bumps – my coffee goes ALL OVER THE PLACE – usually all over my clothes. I hate it. I hate the truck. And I hate him. Yup. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

So the other night – Greg was working late in Seattle with a buddy in the truck – and they decided to stop for coffee to keep them going into the ‘wee hours’. They ordered their coffee and then drove off into the dark Seattle night. Because both guys had their hands full – they did not see the need for putting their coffee in the ‘cup holders’ nicely provided in the cab of the truck for them. No – they are MANLY and decided to hold onto them. Well like I said – it WAS dark and Greg couldn’t see the shape of the road in front of him and pretty soon they found themselves on the bumpiest road EVER!! And with each little ‘bump’ the coffee from Greg’s cup came spurting out of his cup and onto his ‘lily-white’ hand. Can you say, “Ouch”? I knew you could. (tee hee) It made me smile in some weird twisted pleasured way – just to hear about HOT coffee spilling out and cascading down his hand – when he has had NO sympathy for me! In fact – he always insinuates that it’s NOT his precious truck’s fault – but MINE! So I took great delight in coffee spilling on him too ☺ Yes – I’m a brat – but a very sweet and loving brat ♥

It’s so lovely when things like this happen. It validates me and makes me smile ☺

Have a wonderful day – and try not to spill any coffee ☺

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