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The Romance is Still Alive

by Lisa on May 21, 2013

I missed my post yesterday because James and I took a couple of days off together. We had some much needed Mommy & Daddy time. Just me and him in a mini van ready for an adventure.

We started the big date on Sunday morning by going to Lowes and shopping for a new lawn mower. Nothing says romance like yard maintenance equipment. Then we looked for some screws because, well, we don’t have any and we didn’t have anything else pressing to do.

After that excitement and some lunch, we headed to downtown San Antonio to go to the Tower of the Americas. We had never been there and always wondered what was the big deal. It’s a staple of the San Antonio skyline and we often wonder, what’s really up there? It was interesting. A bird’s eye view of the whole city and some serious wind. When I say wind I mean my skirt flew up over my waist leaving me walking around the observation deck like a Marilyn Monroe wannabe. My efforts at modesty kind of go out the window when a dozen Korean tourists are taking pictures with my Spanx covered behind in the background. My hair will never be the same.

After that we walked around the city and had dinner in a great restaurant where they served tableside guacamole. Or as I like to call it, heaven on a chip. I wonder if James realized on our wedding day that what he was actually ending up with was a wife who would eventually have avocado all over her face while complaining that her feet hurt too much to walk back to the hotel. I’m like a real life Disney princess.

We did have a wonderful time. Sure we walked at a snail’s pace and had a bit of indigestion, but we laughed and saw the city we love from a new perspective and felt no pressure to be anywhere in particular.

On Monday morning we caught an early showing of the new Star Trek movie before heading home. Yes, we are those people. As we pulled up to the theater I was chattering on about something when he shouted, “STOP!” It turns out he was just reading aloud the word STOP that was painted on the ground of the parking lot. But I thought he was talking to me, wanting me to stop talking.

So I froze and stared at him, completely quiet. He gave me a puzzled look and said, “What?”

“You told me to stop,” I said, “So I stopped.”

He gulped, “You mean that would actually WORK?!”

Oh, the joys of a healthy marriage relationship. We needed that time together to laugh, be outside, have no agenda and let the wind blow through our hair.

“May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth.” Proverbs 5:18

I’m on a Cleaning Mission

by Lisa on May 13, 2013

This weekend proves what my whole family has feared….I am on a mission to get my house completely cleaned out. I mean completely.

It started with my exhaustive bedroom clean out last weekend and is still going strong. I’m like the movie “Speed.” I have a sense that if I slow down with the cleaning & organizing I could die.

James must have picked up on my craze because he said to me yesterday, “For one of your Mother’s Day presents I am going to clean out my closet.”

I was over the moon excited. He couldn’t have given me a better gift if he has said there was a spa weekend to go along with it. I should tell you that we don’t share this closet. It’s just his. I never even look in there. But the knowledge that there is this black hole of messiness in my house that I couldn’t clean or straighten was an albatross around my neck.

I didn’t complain much about it because I have read that verse in the Bible about a man being better on the corner of a roof than inside the house with a nagging wife. Every time I wanted to let loose about the messy closet I pictured him up on the roof trying to get as far away from me as possible and it stopped me. The idea of my husband being miserable because of me is enough to close even my mouth. And that’s a tall order.

So he and the boys spent the entire afternoon pulling everything out, folding, sorting, stacking and putting it back in the closet. It was awesome! Best Mother’s Day gift EVER!

Speaking of my house, I wanted to thank you all for your clever ideas about my extra room last week. Your main suggestions were a reading room/library, exercise room or sewing/craft area. Well I hate to admit this because it proves that I am pampered and I like to keep that fact mostly to myself, but I already have spaces for all of those things. We have a little room that we call our “study room” where we have shelves, a desk and a comfy place to sit. I have a whole space for Shop24 to do projects like that. And my bedroom has plenty of space to do my exercises.

I think the moral of the story is I am spoiled. Plain and simple.

But please don’t tell my husband because I am hoping he will keep the momentum going and clean out the garage.

But I’m not going to nag about it. Nosirree.

Have a great week!

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Woman to Woman: On Giving Advice

by Lisa on December 7, 2012

Do y’all mind if I DON’T talk about Christmas for a second? This has been on my mind for several days so I’m just going to say it despite the lack of holiday theme.

My women friends are so special to me and we do like to talk. We share our problems, our struggles, our needs. Many women talk to me about their problems and often tell me of difficult marriages. It can be so hard to listen to a friend tell you about injustices she lives with through her husband. Many times I’ll learn of very private, heartbreaking situations.

So I have a rule. I never, ever talk badly about my friend’s husbands. I won’t tell her how awful he is or how he should just shape up. I don’t tear him down or council her to stand up to him. I may sometimes think those things, but it is not my place to come between my friend and her husband. The marriage relationship is the most sacred human bond in Scripture, making you one with another person (Mark 10:8).

I am also aware that I am only hearing one side of the story. I don’t think my friend is lying or deceiving me. She’s just venting. I have to remember that. I don’t need to solve her problem. I just need to listen.

So when a friend tells me her husband is unloving toward her, I reply with something like, “Let’s pray for him.” God promises to be there when two or more are gathered in His name (Matthew 18:20). I may give advice, I may not. But it will only be advice for her. I have no business giving advice for him.

For example, if friend complains that her husband doesn’t help disciplining the children I might say, “Let’s think of ways you can build him up to the children and show unity,” or, ” If he won’t get involved, would he mind if you talked to him about your own plans for the kids so he could back you up if there is a problem?” Or maybe, “Be sure you praise the good things he does in front of the children so they know he’s still a part of the parenting.” I might try to help her come up with ways to manage the children without help. But I would not offer any suggestions for things her husband should do. That will only serve to divide them as a couple.

The man is the head of the home (1 Corinthians 11:3). We must remember that when talking with our friends. He is her head. We must not undermine that. He doesn’t have to deserve the position and he answers to God for his actions.

I’m not saying this is easy. Boy sometimes I just want to haul off and give a piece of my mind. That’s why I make it a hard and fast rule. No matter what. No matter how hard. I don’t do it.

Your friend may not like that you don’t seem to sympathize with her by not saying how awful he is. You can assure her that you care deeply, but you can’t do or say anything that would undermine her marriage. You can listen, you can let her bounce ideas off of you, you will be glad to pray with her. I’m telling you, your friends will realize they can trust you when you don’t cut their husbands down. If she asks you to give her advice that she can give to her husband, let her know that you can only give advice for her.

That’s what God does when we turn to Him with our problems. He doesn’t say, “Well that jerk just needs to stop his terrible ways!” He helps us improve ourselves and tells us where to turn.

In my personal experience, this has become a habit. It’s been many years since I made that rule for myself and I’ve had hundreds of discussions with friends about their marriage struggles. After a while, it has became habit and I realized that even in my own heart I am more likely to think kindly of other husbands despite the things I may know about them.

I hope you’re encouraged to make your own rule not to talk badly of your friend’s husbands. If you’re worried that it will affect your friendships, how about making the rule together with your friends. Decide not to do it anymore and ask her not to do it with you.

It’s a step toward being a trusted, godly friend.

“Who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God” 2 Corinthians 1:4

My Brain Works in Mysterious Ways (at Least to My Husband)

by Lisa on November 28, 2012

There’s been so much coming and going lately that I haven’t been as good as I should about keeping up with the money.

I collect and spend and pile the receipts on the table next to my recliner. I don’t do anything else with them. Those pesky receipts just sit there until James starts asking me about the money. Apparently he got in the mood last Sunday to get it all cleared up.

He knows if he comes to me with a long list of questions it will freeze my memory and cause me to be unable to answer anything. So he sends me questions by email one at a time, “On the 19th, what was $14 at JoAnn’s for?”

That’s the whole email. No hello. No, “Hi my beautiful wife and precious helpmeet. How are you today? I love you and care about you. Oh, and just wondering…..when you went to JoAnn’s the Monday before Thanksgiving, what was that $14 for? I’m sure it was something important. Love, your adoring husband.”

He shoots straight to the point. But I am a complicated woman. Nothing is straight.

Last night he sent me an email that said, “What is the $27 from Target for?”

I am sure he wishes I would say something like, “Target. $27. Clothing. Over.”

Instead he gets this, “Oh that. Yes, I picked up a scarf for Sara that looked just like one she liked at another store but they didn’t have black. So I got her the black one at Target for $27. But since I owe her $52 for that case of lotion, toothpaste, etc. I’m just taking the $27 out of what I owe her. Oh! And I also owe her $13 for eggs, so I’m going to Paypal her $38.”

I imagine smoke coming out of his ears like in the old cartoons.

His office is about 40′ behind our house and occasionally I think I can hear moaning noises coming from back there. I don’t ask. I just sit happily in my recliner thinking I am doing my wifely duty by digging through the receipts over and over to answer his questions. I’m so proud of myself for actually knowing the answer. I deserve a crown.

Our Christmas decorations are about halfway up. We decorated the tree as a family, but the next day we realized that we had put the top half of one tree onto the bottom half of another. After a very complicated search, we finally figured out why the halfs of the tree looks slightly off color from each other and kind of leaned.

So now we have one tree that’s only decorated on the bottom and another only on the top.

But it’ll get fixed and looking lovely by the weekend. I just have to take a few naps first to get my energy up. Speaking of decorating, I’ve got a post over on Life Your Way sharing ideas for seasonal decorating. There’s nothing in the post about mixed up Christmas tree halfs and if you go read it I only ask that you not share that in the comments. I’ve got a rep to protect.

Today I’m heading to the city. I get to go all by myself. It’s the first time I’ve been alone in a couple of weeks and I’m looking forward to the dead silence. I just drive. I have my own thoughts. I pray then my thoughts wander to my to-do list and Christmas shopping.

Not receipts. When I’m alone I never even think about receipts.

This will come as no surprise to James.

Have a great day!

All Play and No Work Makes Me a Tired Mom

by Lisa on August 27, 2012

Well hello! I have missed y’all the past week. I don’t even really know what happened. It’s all a blur of general nothingness. I just know that it’s Monday morning and I think this is the first time I’ve been in the sitting position for a week.

But it’s all good. Lots of parties and friends and fellowship. I went to some sort of function every day last week and I am now ready to disappear for a few days and regroup. Maybe a little dip in the pool…some Sonic ice and the kids playing all around me. Ahhhh….I can think of nothing better to do.

On Friday we went back to the Witte Museum, but this time we took the whole family.

Having Dad (or as I call him, James) with us made it 100% better than just me taking everyone. He adds that element of childishness that even the 4 little boys don’t bring. The minute we walked into the Science Treehouse he threw himself in front of everyone else to try the experiments. At one point he jumped in front of Levi and I thought to myself, “Sorry ladies, he’s all mine.”

He made the kids pretend to be turning this huge wheel so he could show that he’s figured out a way to generate electricity using his favorite toys….our nine children.

I’ve spent 26 years with this man and I still don’t fully understand why he thinks this is funny.

The rest of the weekend was full of non-family activities. I had a function every evening ending in a back to homeschool tea party that Sara was hosting. Sara and I just see eye to eye on things. We both have large personalities and we can hold our own around each other. Most of the time we are two peas in a pod. But occasionally we bicker like an old married couple. That’s the best kind of friend….one that tells you the truth and loves you no matter what.

And she puts together a great party. The theme of back to school was accented with the cutest apothecary jars…I just love her special touches.

In that jar on the right are erasers wrapped like candy….how cute is that!

A lot of y’all have asked about the girls’ room makeover. It is coming along and looking good. We are stuck now waiting for the fabric to arrive that we’re going to use to make the bedding. Besides that we’re down to the final touches and you can be sure you’ll be the first to see it.

I will be spending the next couple of days in my recliner. We’ll do school and hang out and just be together. No big plans….just us. And a good, long nap for Mom.

Have a great week!

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Movies, Money and Marriage.

by Lisa on August 8, 2012

I’ve spent the past 2 days trying to get things done, but I keep drifting to my recliner. Yesterday after filling a few orders and doing some school with the kids I found myself accidentally watching the entire movie “Titanic.” I’m not sure how it happened. I don’t usually watch a movie in the middle of the day. At one point James walked into the room with a paper in his hand and I shouted, “Don’t talk to me! This is the best part!”

He backed away slowly. It’s nice to have a husband who understands my deep need to be in the moment when Rose pulls Jack Dawson’s frozen hand from hers and goes for the whistle.

You just can’t stop right there and have a conversation about money. It’s practically cruel.

We have a lot of talks about money. What was the $17.51 for that I spent at Target? What did I buy on Amazon for $10.95? Where’s the rest of the $100 he gave me yesterday? Stuff like that.

It’s always him wanting to know what I spent and what column he should put it in. Sometime being married to an accountant that balances our finances every.single.day can get tiring. But then I remember that if it were left to me we wouldn’t know where any of our money was or where it went. When it came time to pay a bill I’d just be like, “Oh, I don’t know where the money is, sorry.”

Then I realize how blessed I am and I just answer his questions. Hopefully in my efforts to remember where/why I spent the money he will also realize how blessed he is to have a wife that, despite her natural tendency to be carefree, tries to make a small effort to keep the receipts.

Emphasis on the word small.

On our drive to Houston last weekend he pulled a Sonic receipt out of the trash in the van and said, “Why did you throw this receipt away? I told you we need to keep all of the receipts from the trip.” I looked puzzled, “That’s not a receipt,” I said, “That’s just the thing they stick to the side of the cup.” He rolled his eyes as if to communicate that his life is sooo difficult and how does he manage with such an airhead wife. Then I rolled my eyes to reply, if your life is so hard then how is it that you haven’t done laundry since 1987?

After 26 years this is how we show our love….by not actually saying what we are thinking and just moving on. It’s all good.

Today I am heading to the big city to run a few errands, like I do almost every Wednesday. I’ll be buying groceries, burlap and other basic things we need around here. And yes, I will keep the receipts. I can’t promise they will ever get into James’ hands, but I will keep them somewhere.

Have a great day!

The Anniversary Party, Part II

by Lisa on June 16, 2011

Before we leave the anniversary topic altogether, I want to tell you how amazing the party actually was. You saw the decor and the lights and the food, but the very best part was the fellowship and uplifting of one another.

It was a small group and that made the interaction sweet. Our friends are amazing people. They are godly, loving, serving and caring.

After dinner and much laughter, we scooted our chairs into an informal circle and began to share. Each of the men had something that the Lord put on their heart and one at a time they expressed their thoughts. Some read Scriptures, some shared their experiences, all of them were very encouraging.

All of these couples have been married a long time and we seldom stop to reflect on marriage. It is a good thing to remember to pay attention every once in a while. Together we reflected on God’s wisdom in giving us our spouses and how much we have learned from each one another.

After the men shared, the women talked a little about the relationships we have with each other. I was humbled to hear some ways I have blessed them because I know how much more they each bless ME. Lastly, we all prayed together and thanked God for our marriages and for the opportunity to spend the time together.

After the discussion died down, we turned the music back on. I found some jazz hymns that were perfect for an adult evening under the stars. We naturally drifted into smaller groups and further ministered to each other. Some were laughing, some were talking about their children’s weddings, in one corner a few men were helping someone with a problem and I was sitting and watching my friends enjoy each other.

As the couples left one by one, James and I would glance at each other and smile, knowing how much each couple meant to us and how grateful we are to know them. When everyone was gone, we invited our older children (who were still cleaning up dishes inside) to join us outside. We all sat there talking about the joys of the evening and we thanked them profusely for serving so selflessly so we could enjoy the party.

Everyone was too tired to bring the rest of the decorations inside. That could wait until tomorrow. We unplugged the outdoor lights and crawled into bed, sighing with satisfaction.

It was a glorious evening led by the Holy Spirit. No amount of planning decorations or cooking can create that. It takes years of loving others and building relationships, prayer and a loving family.

Thank you all for sharing this with me and letting me tell you all about it. I pray that each of you be as blessed.

Twenty-Five Years

by Lisa on June 14, 2011

Twenty-five years ago today James and I took the leap into wedded bliss. We had no idea what we were getting into.

We were both 21 when we got married. Mere babes. I thought I was ready, but I wasn’t. It took me about 17 minutes into the marriage to realize I wasn’t as prepared as I should have been. I didn’t know that marriage meant I didn’t get my way all of the time. When we were courting I got my way. But then things changed. Life, responsibility, money problems, kids and female hormones took over. Not necessarily in that order.

I tend to think everyone else has the dream marriage. If you think the same, then take strength from knowing that while James and I love each other deeply and we are on solid ground in our relationship….it isn’t all roses and candy. Well, maybe too much candy, but that’s more of a coping mechanism.

What I have learned is that God will use the difficulties in marriage to draw me closer to Him. He takes my weaknesses and turns them to strength. I have a long way to go, that’s for sure. But after 25 years I can say that I love my husband more now than I did when we were young and naive. The love we have now is not based on emotion or feeling, but on a deep understanding of what building a life together really means.

We started as two kids with big dreams and now we are a family of eleven looking back on what God did with those dreams. I am so grateful we let God control our family size. I can’t imagine life without these nine amazing children we have been blessed with. I am grateful that James has a solid vision for our family. That vision has gotten us through many hard times, hanging on to the truth even when we were rejected by everyone else around us.

The verse that has helped me the most is 1 Corinthians 13, “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

Having love defined so clearly showed me when I was giving love and when I was being self serving. Am I insisting on my own way? Am I enduring all things? Do I hope all things?

So often I fail, but 25 years has taught me that there’s always another opportunity to make it right with my husband. I can ask forgiveness and try again. Love bears all things. I know James has had to “bear” a lot with me in all these years together.

Isn’t God amazing to give us this special, intimate relationship to grow us? I have so much more to learn, so much more maturing to do.

Even though it is nothing like what I expected it to be, I am grateful for everything I have gained from 25 years of marriage and am looking forward to 25 more years with this amazing man to grow stronger in our relationship, stronger in our faith and stronger in our walk with Christ.

The Anniversary Party

by Lisa on June 12, 2011

It’s hard to believe that James and I have been married for 25 years.

Since we first got married I wanted to do something special for our 25th, so we had a small dinner party. I’ve been planning it for weeks….every detail like the freak I am. James is one lucky guy to have spent 25 years with my OCD.

We had the party outside on the patio where our family loves to hang out. It’s in the front of our house, where it’s shady in the late evening and there’s always a breeze.

In an effort to save money, I chose the color scheme from tablecloths and dishes that I already owned.

The only pop of color came from the flower arrangements on each table. I made the centerpieces small so they wouldn’t distract from the conversations. Our main goal for the evening was to encourage each other in our marriages.

Of course I used my beloved Cricut to put names on the cups.

I wanted the tables to be elegant, but simple and relaxed.

We made little mint bags to keep the napkins from blowing away.

I LOVE the napkins. I ordered them from my friend Sharon at Eloquence.

I recovered the outdoor pillows that I already owned so they would match the table settings.

The flowers were just the perfect mix of hot pink with a touch of orange. The silver buckets were a nod to our silver anniversary.

We used a corner of the patio to set out the drinks.

The white cart usually sits on my front porch holding plants. It was perfect for the water dispenser, ice bucket and to hide the speaker for music…..80′s wedding music of course.

The cooler was originally bright red, so I spray painted it and of course….used my Cricut to add the word “DRINKS.” I fell in love with the old bottle top opener. (I’m not sure why the cooler’s color looks different in each picture, but it is most like the picture above….light teal)

I had insect repellent on hand just in case.

Nestled between the ice bucket and water dispenser was our wedding picture and the topper that was on our wedding cake and also my parent’s wedding cake in 1963.

We set the food out on the front porch…..barbeque of course. This is Texas…..it’s what we do.

Great, now I’m hungry.

We also had beans, rolls and green salad.

My favorite spot was the dessert bar. Remember the table my mom and I tried to build? Well here it is, just a table made from wood scraps that I covered with sheets.

I borrowed the apothecary jars from my friend Sara and filled them with candies.

We had seven different desserts cut into bite sized pieces and served in “treat cups.” We served lemon bars, brownies, berries, cheesecake, chocolate mousse cups and chocolate covered Oreos.

The girls and I made the beautiful chocolate covered Oreos. I saw Amanda’s tutorial for them on Gina’s blog party and I knew instantly that I had to make them for our party. They were a hit.

It was fun searching for just the right candy to fill the jars.

We turned the trays upside down and put ziploc bags of ice underneath….it kept the desserts cool on a warm evening.

The little white napkins are from our original wedding 25 years ago.

After everyone had their first dessert, we covered the trays with netted covers that we made just for the party.

They were a pain to make, but it worked perfectly to keep the flies away.

This is one of my favorite pictures…..

I bought the old section of fence at the flea market last year. We copied pictures of James and I through the years and tacked them to the fence. I used twine to tie our original wedding rings to the pickets.

We’ve come a long way baby……

Our guests all seemed to enjoy the party and they blessed us by sharing the evening with us. I wish we could have invited everyone we knew…..our friends are such amazing people.

And now on to the next 25 years.

You can read how the party went here.

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Here’s a rundown of some of my purchases: strings of lights-Home Depot, cups & ice bucket-Bed, Bath and Beyond (yes, that’s what I was doing when my skirt fell off), cooler & trays-Home Goods, treat cups-Wilton.com, silver gumballs & candy buttons-Party City, jelly beans-Target, Candy sticks-Cracker Barrel.

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Valentine’s Day and Other Stories

by Lisa on February 15, 2011

Oh boy I love Valentine’s Day! I sneak into the dining room in the middle of the night and leave carefully selected candy at each child’s place at the table (yes, we have assigned seats) for them to discover in the morning.

Normally I would make a breakfast of heart-shaped food and strawberry flavored milk and sit and tell them how much I ADORE them. But today I had to be out the door by 8:30, and since I slept until 8:00 there wasn’t enough time for love-style, gourmet food.

I was speaking at the local MOPS group at 9AM. I’d been getting nervous about it all weekend. Besides the general nervousness of telling a bunch of cool, hip women that their children should obey them….I had the added pressure of being recorded. We decided that it would be a good opportunity to have Grace make a video so I could watch myself (GULP) and possibly, if I don’t look too fat, put it online.

I’m pretty sure I rushed through it too quickly. I could have shared a lot more practical ideas, but once I started talking all of my preparations went out the window and the Lord took over.

I’m not sure if the expression on my face here is the result of being nervous, or having to go to the bathroom, or concern for the women that had to sit and listen to me talk for 20 minutes.

Afterward I would have loved to come home and crash into my recliner and eat the Valentine’s Day candy that James gave me. But I had more to do. We had piano lessons, laundry and dinner to take care of. By 3:00 James and were I headed out the door to go to the big city and have a date, grown up style. None of this hanging out in the recliners watching old movies. Nope. We went to the RODEO.

Yes friends, that’s what Texas people do to celebrate. We gather together to watch cowboys nearly kill themselves on broncing bulls while we boo and cheer them to victory points. We eat funnel cakes, drink over priced Cokes and clap for clowns in barrels.

We went with another couple and I’m telling you we had a terrific time. We laughed ourselves silly over the terrible music and the drunk people that kept needing more beer, requiring us to stand up and let them pass….over and over and over…..

I know I sound like an old lady here, but I could not understand one. single. word. in the songs in the concert. Occasionally you could make out enough to know that the guy had once again been dumped by a woman that he can’t live without. Something about smoke rings? So I decided to look up the words.

The loneliness within me
Takes a heavy toll
‘Cause it burns as slow as whiskey through an empty aching soul and
The night is like a dagger
Long and cold and sharp
As I sit here on the front steps
Blowing smoke rings in the dark

SNIFF::::BAWL::: ain’t it beee-utiful?!

Really. The whole night was, from what I could understand, songs about broken hearts and agony.

It’s Valentine’s Day mister! Cheer it up a little will ya?

After the first couple of songs the four of us started to get tickled over it and by the end we were serenading each other and laughing so hard I nearly….well, you know.

It was the perfect end to a wonderful day.

And as soon as I get my hearing back I will ask the kids how their evening was.

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