This morning, D kissed me goodbye (while I was on the phone with someone) and went off to work. About an hour later I get a text message from him asking me to bring him some sweet tea. Because he is working. And he is very thirsty. And he wants some sweet tea.
Now we live about 7 minutes from his office. Not so very far really, but at 10 in the morning when I have yet to shower and dress, this is a little too far for a sweet tea run. "He has got to be kidding!", was my initial thought as I replied back to him with something along the lines of "your royal hiney"!
But he was dead serious, come to find out, so I did a quick change act, poured him some sweet tea, and told J (it is a holiday) that I would be back in awhile. (Yes, I know what you are thinking. But my main spiritual gift is service. Besides, he is very cute! I can't help it!)
About 5 minutes down the road with his sweet tea in the little cup holder, I get a call from him asking me where I was. I told him I was on my way. He laughed (bad sign) and asked for my current location. And it was THEN he informed me that he was at home in the basement at his table instead of working at the office this morning as he had originally planned.
I have to admit that I laughed almost the whole way back home. And I am SO glad I didn't get all the way to the office only to find him not there and the secretaries looking at me like I am a total nut! Of course, the secretaries would NEVER have let him live this one down, but still...
Note to self: Next time D wants a glass of sweet tea, tell him to go get it himself. Or at least verify what his current location is before taking it to him!!!
Showing posts with label life is funny. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life is funny. Show all posts
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Too funny to keep to myself...
I received the following forward from a friend, and it is just too funny to keep to myself!
When asked to draw a picture of what they wanted to be when they grew up, second-grader "Sarah" turned in the lovely drawing shown below. Needless to say, the teacher was a bit surprised -- Mrs. Smith had always seemed like such a conservative woman. So she sent a note home to the girl's mother asking for clarification as to the picture's meaning. (read Mom's reply below the picture)
Here's the reply the teacher received the following day:
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith
When asked to draw a picture of what they wanted to be when they grew up, second-grader "Sarah" turned in the lovely drawing shown below. Needless to say, the teacher was a bit surprised -- Mrs. Smith had always seemed like such a conservative woman. So she sent a note home to the girl's mother asking for clarification as to the picture's meaning. (read Mom's reply below the picture)
Here's the reply the teacher received the following day:
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Top 5 Ways to Humble a Homemaker
Did you guys have company in town for the holidays? Several of my friends had out-of-town guests and as we all checked up on each other, we found that there was a common theme. We each had experienced some humbling experience with our company that reflected poorly on our homemaking skills. Fortunately, none of us care too deeply and it seems funny enough to pass along. So here are a few examples of ways to humble a homemaker:
5. Leave earlier then scheduled.
{Granted, this is sometimes a good thing for everyone, though still humbling! When our electricity went out for 48 hours over Christmas Eve and Christmas day, our company endured it with us. Toward the end they thought about taking off and I wouldn't have blamed them in the least if they had.}
4. Offer to take over the menu after you hear what she has planned.
{Ouch!!}
3. Re-arrange her dishwasher.
{Harmless really. Just...annoying.}
2. After seeing the bathroom, ask where she keeps her cleaning supplies.
{This one happened to me and is even more humbling in that it was done by a man. The only saving grace is that it was my boys bathroom that they had been assigned to clean earlier. I didn't check up on their work and they failed to take into consideration that their papa would care how clean it was. It was a fun moment when my father-in-law took them in hand and "trained" them on how to clean a bathroom according to his standards.}
1. Wear white socks in her kitchen.
{This one happened in my own kitchen and, thank goodness, I was the one wearing white socks, not a guest. But it was still humbling!!}
5. Leave earlier then scheduled.
{Granted, this is sometimes a good thing for everyone, though still humbling! When our electricity went out for 48 hours over Christmas Eve and Christmas day, our company endured it with us. Toward the end they thought about taking off and I wouldn't have blamed them in the least if they had.}
4. Offer to take over the menu after you hear what she has planned.
{Ouch!!}
3. Re-arrange her dishwasher.
{Harmless really. Just...annoying.}
2. After seeing the bathroom, ask where she keeps her cleaning supplies.
{This one happened to me and is even more humbling in that it was done by a man. The only saving grace is that it was my boys bathroom that they had been assigned to clean earlier. I didn't check up on their work and they failed to take into consideration that their papa would care how clean it was. It was a fun moment when my father-in-law took them in hand and "trained" them on how to clean a bathroom according to his standards.}
1. Wear white socks in her kitchen.
{This one happened in my own kitchen and, thank goodness, I was the one wearing white socks, not a guest. But it was still humbling!!}
Friday, November 28, 2008
A Memory...
...from Thanksgiving past:
When D and I were in our first year of seminary, we stayed in TX for the big Feast and invited some seminary friends to eat with us. This was a really big deal for us as we had always travelled back to family for this occasion and the new friendships we had made thus far were still, well, new.
With great confidence I bought the turkey several weeks in advance. I had never prepared one before, nor had I ever paid the least bit of attention to anyone else's preparation of one, and so I figured it would be wise to have all the shopping done nice and early. It was a fresh turkey, by the way. Fresh turkeys do not stay fresh for several weeks in advance of the Feast. Fresh turkeys that aren't fresh tend to make this fact known in dreadfully unmistakeable ways!! Lucky for me, the local WalMart had also made a mistake with my fresh turkey. The buy date had been mislabelled as if it were frozen and so we were able to trade in the nasty bird for a non-nasty bird.
My confidence that I could actually prepare an edible Feast was a bit shaken by this drama, not helped at all by the disgusted look on the face of the butcher at the WalMart, but I wasn't going to give up. Thursday morning I popped the new turkey in the oven, tucked neatly into its little turkey-baking bag, and I went on with my other preparations. The guests arrived and we all were enjoying conversation over appetizers, when little D decided to check out how the turkey was doing. He peeked in the oven, and in a voice that only a 5 year old boy can possess when you least want him to, he said, "What the h--l is that"! You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.
We were thankfully amongst true friends that day who at least pretended like they believed us when we insisted that we really don't talk like that in our home and we had no idea where he learned it, etc.
...from Thanksgiving present:
C and J were helping me clean in preparation for the company Thursday morning. It was so nice to have their help as I once again prepared the whole meal (only with a frozen turkey this time). As she dusted around my big pumpkin flavored candle which I have enjoyed the past few Thanksgivings, J asked: "Can we light the stinky candle today"? Oh! Wow! Maybe not everyone is as crazy about it as I am!
D and I laugh over that fresh turkey/cussing incident every Thanksgiving and this year, the re-telling of it was just as funny as always. I am somewhat amazed that another Thanksgiving has come and gone with yet another memory to add to the others.
And I pray that my heart will choose to remain very aware of all that I have to be thankful for. Thankful for the memories from the past, the blessings that are in the present, and the hope of the future that God has in store for our family!
When D and I were in our first year of seminary, we stayed in TX for the big Feast and invited some seminary friends to eat with us. This was a really big deal for us as we had always travelled back to family for this occasion and the new friendships we had made thus far were still, well, new.
With great confidence I bought the turkey several weeks in advance. I had never prepared one before, nor had I ever paid the least bit of attention to anyone else's preparation of one, and so I figured it would be wise to have all the shopping done nice and early. It was a fresh turkey, by the way. Fresh turkeys do not stay fresh for several weeks in advance of the Feast. Fresh turkeys that aren't fresh tend to make this fact known in dreadfully unmistakeable ways!! Lucky for me, the local WalMart had also made a mistake with my fresh turkey. The buy date had been mislabelled as if it were frozen and so we were able to trade in the nasty bird for a non-nasty bird.
My confidence that I could actually prepare an edible Feast was a bit shaken by this drama, not helped at all by the disgusted look on the face of the butcher at the WalMart, but I wasn't going to give up. Thursday morning I popped the new turkey in the oven, tucked neatly into its little turkey-baking bag, and I went on with my other preparations. The guests arrived and we all were enjoying conversation over appetizers, when little D decided to check out how the turkey was doing. He peeked in the oven, and in a voice that only a 5 year old boy can possess when you least want him to, he said, "What the h--l is that"! You could have heard the proverbial pin drop.
We were thankfully amongst true friends that day who at least pretended like they believed us when we insisted that we really don't talk like that in our home and we had no idea where he learned it, etc.
...from Thanksgiving present:
C and J were helping me clean in preparation for the company Thursday morning. It was so nice to have their help as I once again prepared the whole meal (only with a frozen turkey this time). As she dusted around my big pumpkin flavored candle which I have enjoyed the past few Thanksgivings, J asked: "Can we light the stinky candle today"? Oh! Wow! Maybe not everyone is as crazy about it as I am!
D and I laugh over that fresh turkey/cussing incident every Thanksgiving and this year, the re-telling of it was just as funny as always. I am somewhat amazed that another Thanksgiving has come and gone with yet another memory to add to the others.
And I pray that my heart will choose to remain very aware of all that I have to be thankful for. Thankful for the memories from the past, the blessings that are in the present, and the hope of the future that God has in store for our family!
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