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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

My sweet husband

Due to the nature of my jobs, which have mostly been in outside sales, I've always had to have a reliable car that was under some sort of warranty.  So over the 11 years of our marriage (our 11 yr anniversary is this Friday) we've been to the same dealership 3 times and ended up driving off the lot with something moderate but reliable for me.

Okay how many men would sacrifice every single time to give their wife the good car?  Not many I've ever known of.  However, that's just what mine does.

He just called me a few seconds ago, as he was trying to access the highway.  He was clearly disturbed!  He explained that the car behind him zipped up and around him while the driver was flipping him off... all because my husband's car was going too slow.  I felt so bad for him as he was explaining to me.  He said he pulled up along side the driver and motioned as if to say - 'are you flipping me off?'  The driver blatantly flipped him off again and punched the gas. 

All these years, my husband has driven the very very same old and not so reliable anymore car.  This car is so bad that it won't go over 45 MPH as the turbo broke last year, and we've not been able to fix it.  So when he's accessing the highway or merging into traffic, he has to pray each time not to get hit or pushed off the road by some ego-maniac in a big truck, who's probably never sacrificed for his wife. 

Last year he slid on the ice and cracked the bottom of the car up.  The drip pan underneath started hanging and dragging and my husband fixed it with a wire hanger.  Now it hangs no more, but the car definitely suffers from the wreck cosmetically.  You can see above where it's starting to crack up. 

In the last few years it's slowly but surely started falling apart.  The doors do NOT unlock anymore.  They stay permanently locked from the outside.  If an emergency were to happen, no one could open a door to get my family out if we were unable to open the doors from the inside.  The only door that opens in my husband's driver door.  To get in my son climbs through the passenger window.
He's climbing in driver side here...only because it's second nature to him now.  Needless to say, my family doesn't travel much in my husband's car any longer.  It's just not safe!

The glove box is I think my most aggravating distraction.  When I do have to sit in the passenger seat, the glove box pops open and slams me in the legs.  In hopes to fix it, my husband lined the inside with a high grade velcro to keep it shut.  Yeah ... that doesn't work.  As soon as we hit a bump on the road, it pops back open and slams me in the knees.

The interior is worn.  However the paint job is somewhat shiny still.  My husband does a great job maintaining the look...with the exception of some oily greasy looking leak that lubes up the bottom ledge of the car that will stain your pants when you get in or out of the driver's door.  I hear because it's a diesel car - it has some leakage issues.  I'm not sure why ...

So I'm writing to the Ellen Degeneres to ask for her to consider my husband for a new car.  Anyone reading this want to write her as well to plea my case?

Every single day my husband drives in that car, I'm afraid for his safety.  I'm about to post a sign in the rear window that says, "CAR WILL NOT GO FAST - PLEASE BE KIND!"

Friday, July 15, 2011

Butt of All Jokes

So today was a big teaching moment for my boy.  I told the truth about something that put me in a very uncomfortable position. 

I think we've all been there ... 

Something happens that could be considered a white lie that if under normal circumstances could slide, because if no one ever knows about it - then you don't really have to own up to it.

However, when you're a parent you are always under constant supervision.  Little eyes and ears are always ever present ready to soak in every word you utter and every action you display.  For me, I've always walked a pretty straight line so that my son would not have to question my motives or actions ... but no one is perfect.  Everyone messes up...and a smart parent will use it as a teaching moment.

Long story short, I told a white lie.  And no one would be the wiser if I kept to my story, except my son knew about it.  And even though I didn't blatantly lie to anyone - and it wasn't a harmful untruth, I still did not need to set a low standard for my son.  So ... I fessed up and clarified my untruth. 


This morning I told my son that I came clean.  I explained to him how honesty was always the best policy, and even though I a very honest person sometimes people tell each other what's called white lies.  I emphasized that white lies - although aren't harmful - are still untrue.

I told him even though it put me in a tough spot to tell the truth ... the truth still was better than anything else.

I said, "It's kinda like when I ask Daddy if my butt looks big in a certain pair of pants...and he says .... noooo, not reaaaaallly."  I laughed and finished up with, "You know he just doesn't want to tell me the truth, when the pants really do make my butt look big.  And what he doesn't know is that I'd rather know the truth."

The next thing I heard was a sweet little voice from the back seat of my car.  And it went a little like this:

"Aaawwww Mommy."  He paused for that angelic effect.  "I would neeeever tell you that your pants make your butt look big."  (insert sweet smile)

I sincerely thanked him, to which he replied, "It's your butt that makes your butt look big!!"  Then he started laughing.

It was the funniest thing I'd heard all week. 

Thursday, July 07, 2011

Who could resist?

Okay so I'm a typical mom. I have to brag on my boy.

He made me a birthday card last night that read so beautifully. And not to take anything away from his heartfelt words, but part of the reason he did it was to make sure his card read better than my husband's did - because my husband's card made me cry. Little T wanted to beat his dad out!







(Okay this part made my heart smile....what mom doesn't love that from their child?)


Okay I'll retype the inside as it may be hard to read:
For my very (<---this X39) precios (and most beutiful) mother :) I say Happy Birthday to the prettiest girl on earth. -- your son :)


(Aww, he was laying it on thick. LOL)



One the back, he'd outlined his hand, and put T T cards inside. This was his logo.



He also drew a sheet of chore coupons, to be redeemed. There were 9 to the page, with cut lines drawn. It came with it's own bar code and pricing of 5.00. This was listed on the back, so if I wanted to buy more in the future I could. And of course it had his logo - outline of a hand with The T Store. It stated:



Our prices won't be beat!! GAURONTEED great savings!



Now that is great marketing people. Not only is he giving me a valuable gift, but I can buy something from him later. HA! He is going to be a wheeler and dealer when he starts in the business world. Watch out!

On a side note - I'm very blessed to have the people in my life that I do.  God has truly blessed me with a great family. 



My sis sent me some great flowers to my office yesterday... She's the best friend and sis a girl could have.