Quick short post to tell my hubby that I still love him after 17 years! Besides giving my life to God, marrying him is the best thing that ever happened to me. Sure, we’ve had our ups and downs, like all of you, but thank the Lord, there have been more ups than downs. And I hope I’ve been as much encouragement to him in the downs as he has been to me.
Secrets to staying married:
1. Don’t take off-handed comments too seriously.
2. Try to see things from the other person’s perspective.
3. Learn to laugh together.
4. Pray together, and for each other.
5. NEVER talk down about your spouse to anyone else, no matter how upset you are with them in that moment. I’ve been out with girl-friends at times when it seemed like it was a bash-the-hubbys-fest. I’ve honestly tried through the years never to say anything negative about my husband. There is so much to be thankful for, and none of us are perfect - concentrate on what is good and talk about that.
6. Never go to bed angry - easier said than done.
7. Don’t look to your spouse to ‘fulfill’ you, your desires or your needs. There is only One who can do that without letting you down. He is The Perfection, we all seek but will never attain this side of heaven.
I’m sure there’s more, but those are the things that come to mind right away for me.
I’m looking forward to many more years, with the man I love - my best friend. And I pray for my children that they will find a spouse, and be a spouse, just as wonderful as my hubby is to me.
How many years have you been married? What are some of your tips for staying together and happy?
Mr. Maxon has written a very enjoyable children’s book here. Well done!
The nameless cat lives in a land of dry everything - people, trees, food, land. The sponges have come through, you see, and stolen all the moisture and life. Everyone lives a dry meaningless existence and the cat is tired of the same old boring routine day after day. So he decides that he must go and find the sponges and restore moisture to the land.
He sets off on a fun adventure where he meets all sorts of interesting creatures until, finally, he arrives at the castle where the sponges have made their home. It takes a little help from a seed and a turtle, but, like all good ‘hero’ stories, the sponges are, in the end, defeated.
If you are looking for a fun chapter book for your 7-9 year old to read, this should be on the list!
James Maxon has generously offered a to give a free book to the winner of this blog drawing. All you have to do is comment at the end of this post, to have your name entered. The drawing will be held on Friday the 3rd of April. So jump right in! This is a cute, fun story!
A new story starter word - sword.
Here are the rules. Write for 5 minutes in any genre you want, but you have to use the word ’sword’ in your first sentence. Here’s mine…
Fallyn plunged his bloody sword into the soft ground several times to clean it before he sheathed it. Sweeping off his helmet, he wiped the sweat from his brow onto an equally sweaty and bare forearm. Heaving great gulps of air through his nostrils, he surveyed the battle field before him, the helmet resting under one arm. Bodies lay scattered across the once-serene valley. Swaying green grass and patches of orange, yellow and purple wild flowers stood at odds with the twisted, mangled bodies of the dead. Overhead, vultures already circled.
Across the valley on the opposite knoll, the village at the center of this skirmish burned in the final glow from the setting sun. Smoke rose from the ashes, a fragrant offering to El – or so The Council claimed.
Fallyn snorted at the senseless destruction around him. All this because of one poor choice. This sleepy little fishing town’s Chamberlain had disagreed with The Council’s latest edict regarding the next feast day. The man had simply chosen a poor time to express descent. King and Council had been in the mood for blood.
He needed to find General Santorum. Fallyn slipped his helmet back on and, with long purposeful strides, strode into the village, surveying the carnage. A woman lay sprawled at the door to her home, her neck at an odd angle and her eyes starring sightlessly. An old man, his cane clutched in both hands as though he had intended to use it as a club, lay in the middle of the cobbled street.
So there you have it, I’ll look forward to reading all of your beginnings.
My son’s school enters articles written by the junior highers into the Write Stuff competition. There is a writing prompt they choose to write about.
Son #2 recently won an honorable mention for his poem based on the writing prompt, “If you were the clock on the classroom wall, what would you see that no one else sees?”
He wrote the following poem:
I am the clock upon the wall;
I am the clock that sees it all.
I see things that you can’t see.
I see things that you won’t see.
I am the clock upon the wall.
I see the kids talk when they shouldn’t.
I see kids do things they usually wouldn’t.
I am the clock upon the wall.
I see kids put gum under the desks.
I see kids pass notes during tests.
So you see I am the clock upon the wall.
So watch me closely because I’ll be watching you all!
Just wanted to say, congratulations, buddy! Good job! I love you. You’re my favorite second son. 
Warning!!! Whatever you do… don’t let your teenagers read this!
My fifteen-year-old recently got a good one over on his dad. He took a screenshot of hubby’s computer desktop, then made all of the icons on the desktop invisible (by unticking that option in the ‘arrange’ pop-up menu) and placed the screenshot of the desktop as the background image on hubby’s computer. By doing this, when you turn on the computer, the desk-top looks exactly as it should, but none of the icons are clickable because it’s really just an image of your desktop and its icons.
It took my wonderful, smart, computer-savvy husband about 30 minutes to figure out what was going on with his computer. He was a little hot under the collar and told me that when he figured out who did it they would be grounded from the computer for a week.
By the time the kids got home from school he had had enough time to cool off that the punishment had dropped to only being grounded off of it for one day. Whew!
But in the car on the way home from school when I had figured out who the culprit was, I told him, “Dad was pretty upset. He said you are going to be grounded for a week.” My son looked at me for a moment and then said, “Tough crowd.” Lucky for him, his daddy is merciful!
May your week be full of adventure and thrills - whether you have teenagers or not.
