Saturday, February 14, 2009

My Latest Fear

I absolutely love my husband! He calms me down and keeps me grounded...Usually.

The one area of "opportunity" would be the sheer horror he creates within in me regarding food safety.

Granted, I want my family safe from bacteria and food born illness. But given my aptitude for fear and his knowledge of all things food related, it can be a recipe for starvation and disaster.

It started with chicken...for the first 4 years of our marriage I refused to cook chicken...Why...
Salmonella, of course!

Then, when Paul finally figured out I wasn't cooking chicken because of fear, he gave me helpful strategies so that I could cook chicken fear free.

This involved the cone of safety, half a container of antibacterial wipes, and chicken that in the end could be used for shoe leather...BUT IT WAS COOKED.

Time has corrected this issue, and I am happy to report my family enjoys moist chicken...most of the time.

With the latest food born disaster, peanut butter has become my nemesis.

Paul lovingly emails me the latest products that I am to avoid like the plague at the store. Let me tell you the list has become too long to count. There are products I have never even heard of on the list.

During my most recent shopping trip, I rounded the corner to the snack aisle. I stopped dead in my tracks. I was paralyzed with fear...I didn't have the list...I didn't want to buy anything for fear of death by Salmonella...

We still live in America right?

Thursday, February 5, 2009

My Newest, Most Favorite Flair!

I am smack dab in the middle of Facebook mania. Give me a month, I'll settle in.

Today my friend Stephanie sent me the best flair ever!

I will no longer refer to myself as OCD. I am officially CDO-That's OCD in alphabetical order!

Thanks Steph. It totally made me smile!

Monday, February 2, 2009

"Yeah, It's an Oxymoron!"

Paul recently posted a story on his blog heychefpw that opens the door to this one!

When Paul and I were engaged, we attended a premarital class at our church. The purpose was to address and to discuss the key areas of marriage. The point was to help us at least start the dialogue so that when things arose in the marriage, we would have already had some semblance of a plan to help with the challenges we might face.

On one particular evening the topic was finances.

The question before us was, "Of the two of you, who is the most frugal?" Hands down me! I was about to answer when, in horror, I hear Paul blurt out, "No question, it's me!"

Excuse me...Did I hear you right?

I looked at him with clear confusion (note the post's title) and said, "What did you say?"

"I'm by far more frugal than you." This of course got smirks from the group, especially the males who apparently felt his pain and identified with the fact that he faced a marriage in which he would painfully work to the bone, and I would frivolously spend his every last penny.

I calmly (which is a miracle I know, but Paul would tell the story the same way) said, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Honey, look at how much money I have compared to you?" This brought audible laughter from the men.

At that moment it hit me.

(Imagine the light bulb and thought cloud here) He has NO idea what frugal means.

I CLEARLY love this man. Because those of you who know me, know that apart from integrity, nothing is more important to me than justice. I wanted nothing more than to explain that I had the biggest bank account, I had savings set aside, I had no credit card debt. He had several credit cards with significant balances. He had no savings account to speak of and was at that time living paycheck to paycheck.

Instead, I WAS SILENT...I let those guys think I was a typical Los Gatos girl shopping her head off. It was my sign that Paul was the one!

On the way home that night, I said to him, "Paul, do you know what frugal means?"

"Yeah, it's like overboard, outlandish. You know, like the frugal gourmet." (It's an old TV cooking show about a guy who makes outlandish meals on a great budget.)

"Yeah, it's an oxymoron. Frugal means cheap, doesn't spend carelessly."

"Oh, is that why he always talks about how much money he saved?"

Walking in the Light

Wow! This year year has been a whirlwind to say the least. I am shocked we are near the half way point in February. Part of me wants to dance. If the start of the year is any indication of how it is going to go, I am happy it's flying by. I will usher in 2009 with bells and whistles.

Yet, I am humbly reminded that every day is a gift, and I need to walk in the Light. I need to let Him guide me through each day. I need to listen to His still, quiet voice...Yeah I know for me that's a stretch. I'm never still long enough to catch my breath.

As I write this, our dear neighbor of ten years is fighting stage 4 pancreatic cancer. I am awed by the faith she has in God. I am humbled by the fight she has within her to beat the demon we know as cancer. Hunter, in his six year old wisdom said to me, "Mommy, why are you sad? We are just going to pray and Jesus is going to make her better." The faith of a child and the living testimony of one who is dwelling in God's amazing grace reminds me to walk daily in the His unfailing light.