I was reading the news the other day about the American auto makers looking for a bailout. First of all, what …is "bailout" the new buzz word for 2008?! Yes, I look at bills every month and wish for a quick fix….winning the lotto…….getting a job with a six figure salary…… finding an extra 40 thousand buried in my yard….something. But, I have had to face the facts that for a while now, in the words of Dave Ramsey, "I have not been acting my wage." Ignore all of the economic woes for now and let’s face the facts, most of us, my self included, live a lifestyle that our pay checks simply do not cover so we use credit to make those purchases. It was once said that “Cash is King”. Well, guess what in the world we live in we don’t use cash, we use plastic, something that on its own has absolutely NO value. I know for a fact that had we acted my wage acted our wage; we would be sitting on easy street right now. Praying for more money isn’t the answer. Learning to live within your means is. Materialism is an evil thing.Trust me I have been fighting a battle with the fact that I have champaign dreams with a boxed wine budget. God has been answering my prayers with lessons on managing money and what I do and don't "need." I recall, my great grandma only giving us half a piece of gum and forcing me to not waste. She was there through the first depression and I really wish she were here to teach me those lessons.
Oh yeah the United State Auto makers …….so they used their private planes to attend the hearing to ask the government for money, HELLO……… I was so proud of the government of pointing out that showing up in separate private planes doesn’t look good when asking for money. And what kills me is that if the government does bail them out, all the “little people” will be laid off and the big guys at the top might only have to use their private planes less. I won’t begin to try to tell them what they should do, because frankly someone could easily look at my life and make judgments on what I should do to get out of debt. At any rate if I had a brand new Volvo, I sure as heck wouldn’t drive to pick up food stamps in it. That seems like one of those…You might be out of touch with reality….IF jokes. I mean if you saw two homeless people on the street and one was in a wheelchair wearing a military uniform showing signs of fallout from Agent Orange and the other was wearing a 2 thousand dollar suit, drinking starbucks and tapping her new Coach shoes.....Who would you give your moeny to. I just hink that if the governement is going to bail banks and companies out there best be some STIFF rules of engagement.
I pray that God gives us the strength to weather these hard times. May you have a blessed Thanksgiving as we all have much to be thankful for.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Notes from the Bridal Brain - revisited
A girlfriend of mine from college is getting married next week and it has really got me thinking about how much life and your view of it changes with time. I recall my girlfriend and I sitting and talking about how the guys we were dating at the time were never going to get on the ball and ask us to marry them. Yet years later, I am married to someone else and she is FINALLY marrying the guy she was with all those years ago. I must say I am celebrating her victory over getting what she wanted as well.
Which had me thinking about what I felt like just before I got married. I came across a blog I wrote on myspace, it made me laugh out loud so I had to share.
Ok so we’re 18 days out and my intelligence level is gone. I misplaced my cell phone the other day and found it in a shoe, because when you are getting married in less than a month that’s the best place to keep your cell. I almost walked out of the house in my slippers on my way to work. Can not recall what day it is and what I have scheduled for my work day. Thank goodness I write everything on my calendar. And it takes approximately an hour to send a customer a sales quote, because I get sidetracked every two minutes and cannot recall what it is I was doing in the first place. Well, today takes the cake, pardon the pun, but the Publix I believe to have ordered my wedding cake from has never heard of me or my cake and says I must have ordered it from another location. Well, as organized as I normally tend to be this does not apply to my wedding. The cake order is somewhere in my room, where exactly, I have no clue. All I can tell you is that I ordered it from a Publix in Alpharetta, what kind of cake it was and the name of the road is "something" bridge. Well, guess what there are exactly 5 Publix locations meeting that description…….No worries. I’ll figure it out, but it is rather odd how absentminded I have become. If I leave my desk for something, I have to say exactly what I am going after in order to make it to my destination and back with the desired item otherwise I will forget why I left my desk in the first place. Getting married has reduced me to being a flake.
In other news, this wedding has also brought out an interesting side in people around me. Casual friends are willing to do anything and everything to help make the day smooth whereas friends I have known for years seem to have had something happen. While one has a REALLY good excuse, I just don’t know about the rest. I suppose everyone enters a time when you find out who your friends are or that your friendship has changed. Don’t get me wrong, my friendship is not measured in who does or does not attend my wedding….. But, I just don’t know. ………After all people come in and out of your life for a reason…… I suppose time will tell once I move to South Carolina.
Today's Song
Jordan Sparks "One Step at a Time"
Which had me thinking about what I felt like just before I got married. I came across a blog I wrote on myspace, it made me laugh out loud so I had to share.
Ok so we’re 18 days out and my intelligence level is gone. I misplaced my cell phone the other day and found it in a shoe, because when you are getting married in less than a month that’s the best place to keep your cell. I almost walked out of the house in my slippers on my way to work. Can not recall what day it is and what I have scheduled for my work day. Thank goodness I write everything on my calendar. And it takes approximately an hour to send a customer a sales quote, because I get sidetracked every two minutes and cannot recall what it is I was doing in the first place. Well, today takes the cake, pardon the pun, but the Publix I believe to have ordered my wedding cake from has never heard of me or my cake and says I must have ordered it from another location. Well, as organized as I normally tend to be this does not apply to my wedding. The cake order is somewhere in my room, where exactly, I have no clue. All I can tell you is that I ordered it from a Publix in Alpharetta, what kind of cake it was and the name of the road is "something" bridge. Well, guess what there are exactly 5 Publix locations meeting that description…….No worries. I’ll figure it out, but it is rather odd how absentminded I have become. If I leave my desk for something, I have to say exactly what I am going after in order to make it to my destination and back with the desired item otherwise I will forget why I left my desk in the first place. Getting married has reduced me to being a flake.
In other news, this wedding has also brought out an interesting side in people around me. Casual friends are willing to do anything and everything to help make the day smooth whereas friends I have known for years seem to have had something happen. While one has a REALLY good excuse, I just don’t know about the rest. I suppose everyone enters a time when you find out who your friends are or that your friendship has changed. Don’t get me wrong, my friendship is not measured in who does or does not attend my wedding….. But, I just don’t know. ………After all people come in and out of your life for a reason…… I suppose time will tell once I move to South Carolina.
Today's Song
Jordan Sparks "One Step at a Time"
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Two lines for YES and one for NO
1- one thousand, 2- one thousand, 3- one thousand, 4 – one thousand, 5 – one thousand……….. Wonder what it will say…………. 10- one thousand, 11- one thousand, 12 – one thousand, 13 – one thousand …… Please, no, please no, please no………… 20- one thousand, 21 - one thousand…….. This is such bad timing………… 25 – one thousand……. Could be pretty cool too…….. 30- one thousand ……….
While most people say, “Life is short” I have always wondered how that can be when it’s the longest thing you will ever do. At any rate, most days 3 minutes go by without much thought unless you are a small child sitting in time-out or you are any age and waiting for news which will change your life. If you are a woman of child baring years you have at some point taken a pregnancy test and it is beyond me how a stick of plastic and whatever else it is made of can be worse than the monster in the closet of a 6-year-old. But, it is. Whether you are in high school, college, post graduate, a newly wed, mother of three, or 48, those 3 little minutes are the most nervous minutes of your life. They are always filled with fear and hope of some kind and most often lots of praying. I don’t care who are you are, what is going on in your life and whether a pregnancy is planned or unplanned, in those three minutes part of your being hopes you are pregnant; hopes you aren’t pregnant; worries that you aren’t financially ready; wonders if you would be a good parent; thinks about what other people will say or do; and begins to imagine what it would be like to have someone call you “Mommy”. We have all been there at one point. Being a part of a miracle is, for some of us, the greatest thing we will ever do. I am not a person who believes a woman is not complete until she has children, but I do believe that children are one of the greatest miracles God performs and that it must be an amazing thing to be the vessel of such a miracle entering the world.
Now that I am married, the first thing people want to know is when are we having children. And for the longest time, ok FINE since April, I have said we were waiting a year or so, blah, blah, blah. You see I recall feeling like I was ready to be married and have children in my mid-twenties and wanting that more than anything. And now that I am married…..I realize how NOT ready I was then and that after 30- years on Earth, I’m still not completely ready for marriage or children. I am sure any married woman or mother will tell you, you are never ready, you just do it. I find myself being watched by babies. Its like they know something. I secretly want a little person and at the same time I also still want to hurt parents who take their children to nice restaurants and do not control them. Screaming children ride my nerves like nothing else. Yet my friend’s little boy singing “Twinkle, twinkle, little star” to his mom before he goes to bed felts my heart.
How is it that we require people to be licensed to drive a car, yet almost anyone can have children? Raising a kid is the single most important thing anyone can do. And how is it fair that some people who might be amazing parents are unable to have children and yet some people whom are completely unfit can have children with no effort. I tend to think that perhaps those who have children who aren’t great parents are given the chance to be and those who easily could be great parents but are unable to have children are destined to rescue children from bad parents. Only God understands it all. All I know is part of me wants a little person and the other part is completely NOT ready. Oh and to answer the question that might have popped in you head while reading this, No I’m not pregnant. Just giving it a LOT of thought.
While most people say, “Life is short” I have always wondered how that can be when it’s the longest thing you will ever do. At any rate, most days 3 minutes go by without much thought unless you are a small child sitting in time-out or you are any age and waiting for news which will change your life. If you are a woman of child baring years you have at some point taken a pregnancy test and it is beyond me how a stick of plastic and whatever else it is made of can be worse than the monster in the closet of a 6-year-old. But, it is. Whether you are in high school, college, post graduate, a newly wed, mother of three, or 48, those 3 little minutes are the most nervous minutes of your life. They are always filled with fear and hope of some kind and most often lots of praying. I don’t care who are you are, what is going on in your life and whether a pregnancy is planned or unplanned, in those three minutes part of your being hopes you are pregnant; hopes you aren’t pregnant; worries that you aren’t financially ready; wonders if you would be a good parent; thinks about what other people will say or do; and begins to imagine what it would be like to have someone call you “Mommy”. We have all been there at one point. Being a part of a miracle is, for some of us, the greatest thing we will ever do. I am not a person who believes a woman is not complete until she has children, but I do believe that children are one of the greatest miracles God performs and that it must be an amazing thing to be the vessel of such a miracle entering the world.
Now that I am married, the first thing people want to know is when are we having children. And for the longest time, ok FINE since April, I have said we were waiting a year or so, blah, blah, blah. You see I recall feeling like I was ready to be married and have children in my mid-twenties and wanting that more than anything. And now that I am married…..I realize how NOT ready I was then and that after 30- years on Earth, I’m still not completely ready for marriage or children. I am sure any married woman or mother will tell you, you are never ready, you just do it. I find myself being watched by babies. Its like they know something. I secretly want a little person and at the same time I also still want to hurt parents who take their children to nice restaurants and do not control them. Screaming children ride my nerves like nothing else. Yet my friend’s little boy singing “Twinkle, twinkle, little star” to his mom before he goes to bed felts my heart.
How is it that we require people to be licensed to drive a car, yet almost anyone can have children? Raising a kid is the single most important thing anyone can do. And how is it fair that some people who might be amazing parents are unable to have children and yet some people whom are completely unfit can have children with no effort. I tend to think that perhaps those who have children who aren’t great parents are given the chance to be and those who easily could be great parents but are unable to have children are destined to rescue children from bad parents. Only God understands it all. All I know is part of me wants a little person and the other part is completely NOT ready. Oh and to answer the question that might have popped in you head while reading this, No I’m not pregnant. Just giving it a LOT of thought.
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