Humility-it happens!

So, all this week  I have been giving my husband a hard time (courtesy of my dear friend Tisa who has been training me in this) by reminding him of how blessed he is to have such a beautiful, awesome, confident wife.  He takes it all in stride and even agrees with me.  Such a sweetie! 

We had a date Thursday night.  On the way to the restaurant he tells me that he left his wallet at home.  I hate when he does this.  It must be the “rule follower” in me.  My mind quickly runs through the scenario of us getting pulled over and him not having his license and then the events that follow of him having to take care of these tickets and me having to deal with his attitude during these unpleasantries.  But, alas, we are on a date.  So, I decide not to harp on this and let the evening unfold as it will.  We had a nice date.  Anytime we can have a meal and a discussion without 25 interruptions per minute is considered nice.  Heavenly, actually.  It was nice.  It was a good choice to not press the wallet issue any further.   

The next evening we were on our way to church for a leadership conference.  I am telling him that we need to go to the grocery store and get fuel on the way home.  He tells me that I will have to let him use my credit card for the gas because he left his wallet in his truck.  This time I couldn’t keep the words in my mouth.  They just pushed their way out.  “John, that is not being responsible.”  He didn’t say a word.  I didn’t say another word about it either. 

He didn’t say a word until we got to church and I was gathering all the stuff to take in-sippy cup (check), diaper bag (check), kindle (check), purse (oh, crud!).  At this point, I don’t even remember what he said.  Something about being humble.  Such a sweetie!


Longhorn Family

Her first Texas vs. Tech game in 2009. We won!

We come from a divided family, so to speak.  I am from Austin and graduated from the University of Texas (at Austin)let’s hear a loud “Hook’em”!  John’s adult children grew up in Lubbock and are pretty much die-hard Texas Tech fans.  We are actually all pretty civil toward one another when it comes to this rivalry, but I am tempted to make that snide phone call offering my condolences every time we (the Longhorn family) beats Tech.  But, alas, I do refrain.  So humble of me, don’t you think? 

This afternoon, Sam (the five-year old) comes up to me and declares that he is a Longhorn, and mommy is a Longhorn and little sister is a Longhorn and we all do the hook’em horns sign.  But, he pursues, he has never seen Daddy do the hook’em horns sign (picture little fingers attempting to make a hook’em horns).  He is wondering, he says, is Daddy a secret “what is that place in Lubbock”?  I remind him.  He says, “oh, yeah.  Do you think Daddy is one of those Red Raiders?”.  I hide my amusement and say, “So, you think Daddy might be a secret Red Raider?”.  He replies with, “Nah, he wouldn’t be.  He has a Longhorn family.  He has a life (he meant wife) who is a Longhorn.  We just need to tell him to do ‘hook ’em horns’ with us.” 

We are a Longhorn family.  I just need to remind my sweetheart.  Although, Red Raider country is not looking too bad as my kids are growing and I know will one day be choosing a university.  No, Lubbock, is much closer than Austin.  I think I might be able to be a Texas Tech supporter (maybe someday).

Things You Don’t Do When Riding In/Driving Someone Else’s Vehicle

My husband has funny rules that he sometimes enforces upon me.  This one always sticks with me.  Don’t ever adjust the seat or mirrors in someone’s vehicle if you are driving a distance less than 10 miles.  I actually added the 10 miles part because I feel like there has to be some exceptions.  Like this one-if you are 5 ft. 2 in. and the vehicle owner is over 6 ft., then obviously for safety reasons there should be some adjustments going on.  But if you adjust, you must put it back like it was.  That is also his rule.  Another rule-never, ever, ever leave your trash in someone’s car.  This would mean that you are lazy and selfish.  (Hey, these are his rules, not mine.)  I have children and sometimes you just can’t help but leave a piece of trash behind.  Speaking of children…when I have to take them to the store with me, I don’t like parking 3 miles from the door.  Heck, I don’t ever like parking that far out (but I do it).  But, being married to who I am married to always predicates my driving and parking lot decisions.  My husband has been in the auto body repair industry for over 40 years.  Car bodies are his life (literally) and he expects me to do everything I can to protect ours.  So I developed my own routine for grocery store parking lots.  I always try to park next to the basket return.  This way at least one side of my vehicle is protected from door dings and I can return my cart when finished.  In case you haven’t picked up on this detail about my personality, I am a rule follower.  Maybe it is the teacher in me.  I don’t know, but I always put my cart in the basket return. 

That’s all for this blog.  Oh, wait, I just thought of another one of my husband’s rules.  Never reach over the side of a pick-up bed.  Especially you guys who wear big belt buckles.  It is a sure way to scratch the side of someone’s truck.  O.k.  that really is it now.

Proverbs 22:1

A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.

All Cleaned Up

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