For my birthday today, my girls took me out for a mani-pedi combo, so I am sporting pretty new finger and toe nails. It was very nice.
My husband made lasagne, which takes him the whole day. He does the same dinner for us every year. It was delicious. I was happy too that my daughter observed how funny it was that it takes him the whole day do make a dinner, something I do daily in about 30 minutes for less. Now, THAT observation is a birthday present.
I used to hang around and put my two cents in (he didn’t put any sauce on the top layer – none!) but that was a mistake. I noticed this after about 25 years. I decided to just shut my mouth and let him make dinner. If he made a mistake, it was his. So I don’t get tempted to intercede, I leave to get a mani-pedi combo.
My birthday gift to you other wives out there who might be like I was in my younger years is some advice. Offering unwanted supervision when your beloved is trying to take a load off, even though it is hard for him to do and easy for you, isn’t a good idea. A few mistakes make for a more relaxing dinner atmosphere. And heaven knows, he’s had to eat a few of mine from time to time. Chow.
“Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.” ~ Sophia Loren
How to Score an A+ In Your Financial Future
Well, a couple of years ago, my daugher wrote a paper for kids her age about handling money. She was pretty good at taking care of her finances (even though she owes me money right now) and I thought her book was really well done. So, being into DTP, and having nothing better to do than doat on my budding financial wizard, I decided to put her paper into a book form. See photo on left.
Well, that was easy. The hard part was getting it out there and actually trying to get anyone to pay for it. I had some copies made up and here they sit. Today, after an unsuccessful attempt at dumping them sharing this wisdom on Ebay, which was after a long line of selling disasters, I decided to just give them away. A Rockefeller I am not.
Just send me your name and address and I can give the first ten people this freebee – “How To Score An A+ In Your Finanical Future: In 10 Easy Lessons”. Keep it for Christmas and put it in your teen’s stocking to be sure to get a snide and cutting comment. You can thank me later. And I truly mean that, for if they look at it for just a minute, they might actually learn something. Okay, pay them to read it. It’ll still be worth it.
I say this because now the writer that I published is”all growed up” and she is a CPA at one of the four biggest firms in the nation. (Even though she still owes me money right now.)
You would be doing me a favor too because I am getting sick of kicking the box that they are stored in that has been under my desk for three years. I am getting caloused from bumping into it. C’mon. Take a load off. Send your info to firstname.lastname@example.org and I will send you this little workbook. Free. No strings. Just because.
“I always try to turn every disaster into opportunity.” ~John D. Rockefeller
This is the cross that my son got at a work camp about 15 months ago and that he is still wearing. It is huge, very conspicuous and bears a dead gang member’s name on it as a memorial and reminder to pray for homicide victims. It was made by a nun who was murdered by an ex-con how wanted her cell phone for drug money. After she died, they found an entry in her diary where she predicted her own death and forgave her brother for his act of violence against her – true story.
When my son went looking for a job this summer, he wore this cross. After a couple of “no thank yous” from perspective employers, I told him not to wear it when asking for a job. I thought maybe it sent a message that he was some kind of crusader or something. He took it off and boy, did his luck change. It got even worse.
Then, doesn’t someone call as we near the end of the summer and hire him to work at an ice cream stand. Why did they call him? You guessed it. They remembered his cross and thought he must be a nice kid and when someone quit, they wanted him.
So I am dead wrong again. I haven’t figured out if he realizes that I was wrong and just decided to be quiet about my error in judgment, or if he knows and is being a better person. (It is scary when you see that sometimes your kids are better people than you are. I said “sometimes.” The other times they are just the usual pain in the backsides, oh, I mean the clay I am molding with my loving hands. )
He averages about two comments a day about his cross. It is a real conversation piece. I didn’t even have as good luck when I was 20 and left a few buttons undone on my blouse. Maybe if I had worn a cross…
“The only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong is what is against it.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson