Saturday, October 23, 2010
Bob Hill and his new wife Betty were vacationing in Europe....as it happens, near Transylvania . They were driving in a rental car along a rather deserted highway. It was late and raining very hard. Bob could barely see the road in front of the car. Suddenly, the car skids out of control! Bob attempts to control the car, but to no avail! The car swerves and smashes into a tree.
Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks over at the passenger seat and sees his wife unconscious, with her head bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knows he has to get her medical assistance.
Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road. After a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards the light, which is coming from a large, old house. He approaches the door and knocks.
A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I please use your phone?"
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone. My master is a doctor; come in, and I will get him!"
Bob brings his wife in.
An older man comes down the stairs. "I'm afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am a scientist… However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring them down to the laboratory."
With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs, with Bob following closely.. Igor places Betty on a table in the lab. Bob collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor places Bob on an adjoining table.
After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried. "Things are serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more.
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is here that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a stirring, almost haunting melody fills the house.
Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement, and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch, keeping time to the haunting piano music. Stunned, he watches as Bob's arm begins to rise, marking the beat! He is further amazed as Betty and Bob both sit up straight!
Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the conservatory.
He bursts in and shouts to his master:
"Master, Master!.....The Hills are alive with the sound of music!"
Thursday, October 21, 2010
He looks all strong and proud, doesn't he!?
Well, he is. MOST of the time.
But not ALWAYS.
This is my DH. He is a wonderful man who is riddled with all kinds of quirks that can annoy the heck out of me, and do so frequently.
Today I read a Spark blog from a very busy lady who does an amazing job at helping others, and how her husband had a "tantrum" about needing her time.
It got me thinking about just how selfish we can get while meaning to do "good".
It feels wonderful to help others. Charity work is good for the soul. It makes us feel all clean and "good".
I make quilts for kids with cancer as my main mission. I can get all caught up in them, making them my life's priority.
I frantically design, cut and sew the quilts, then photograph them, then rush down to the post office to mail them off.
Then I frantically dash home to repeat the same process.
I am a woman on a MISSION!!!!
Housework doesn't get done, no gardening, no time to chat with friends. No time to make "real" dinners........just throw any old thing on, or mostly, leave meal making up to DH.
Usually during this madness, meals are eaten too late to be enjoyed. I stare at the TV until bedtime, not talking or engaging in what is going on around me.
These hours run in to days, and the days run into weeks if I am not careful. I hibernate in my house, doing the "good" work.
I get to quilt club once a week and talk about nothing other than quilting.
I do not contact my friends in any personal way; only by computer. And then the contact is brief and hurried.
I literally lose myself in all of my wonderful doing "good" for others. I proudly spout that "Most people live their entire lives not knowing their purpose. I'm blessed, because I KNOW I AM DOING GOD'S WORK".
But you know what??? A LOT of work I do for others really is feeding my own ego.
Yep. I get in to that "Look at all I do for others; aren't I wonderful?" thinking that, but not saying it. I leave the saying up to others and then pretend to be humble, when in actuality, many times it is EGO.
I need to ask myself the questions:
"What am I doing for my MARRIAGE?"
"What am I doing for my FAMILY?"
"Am I as kind and attentive to my family as I am to others?"
"Do I give equal time to my husband (and family) as I give to others?"
"Am I as KIND to my husband as I am to others?"
"Do I smile and chat with my husband as I do with others?"
"Do I dress my appearance as nice for my husband as I do for others?"
"Do I seek out kindness I can bestow on my husband as I do for others?"
When we got married, we vowed to place each other and our marriage above all others. AM I DOING THAT??
If I am being honest, most of the time, the answer is NO.
I take my husband way too much for granted. I do not give him the time nor the help he deserves.
Husbands are funny creatures. Mine comes across all strong and "okay" with what I am doing. He even praises me at times for all I do for others. He dutifully takes photographs of my "good work", and many times has taken the quilts down to the post office for me while I continue doing "good" at home........FOR OTHERS.
He quietly puts meals on the table, and doesn't complain when the laundry isn't done.
In fact, he gets very QUIET most of the time.
Have you ever noticed that when you feel neglected, you get QUIET?
It is time to take notice of DH, too.
I took a good look at myself years ago and saw that I needed to get HONEST WITH MYSELF ABOUT MY CHARITY WORK.
I hated what I saw.
A whole bunch of my charity work was based on EGO. Based on lifting my OWN self esteem. Based on IMAGE.
It is good to do for others, but remember that old saying "CHARITY BEGINS AT HOME"???
I am returning to my old schedule, beginning TODAY, of having Sunday be MARRIED DAY.
I will plan nothing with anyone other than my husband, not answer the phone for that day, and focus entirely on our marriage and his needs and pleasure.
I will re-awaken the romance in our marriage by keeping myself up as much for him as I do for others.
I will smile more, and verbally let him know how much I appreciate and love him.
I will plan on fun things for US to do, or help with a project WE need to get completed.
Inside those strong men we married are still little boys who need us.
A very wise man once told me that "The ONLY job men really have is to please their women. And the ONLY job women have is to let them know they are doing it!"
I will let my husband know he pleases me.
I married this guy because I lOVED HIM. It is time to PROVE IT.
No one else's needs are as important as my husbands. I must remember that, and live up to it.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Have you ever thought about what really caused Rome to fall??
"The budget should be balanced, the Treasury should be refilled, public
debt should be reduced, the arrogance of officialdom should be tempered
and controlled, and the assistance to foreign lands should be curtailed
lest Rome become bankrupt. People must again learn to work, instead of
living on public assistance."
- Cicero, 55 BC
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
There lived a man who was very unhappy because he was deeply in love with a girl who didn't know he was alive. In desperation, he visited a coven of witches who lived nearby and presented his case before them.
Touched by his tale of woe, and impressed with the young man's appearance, manner, and bearing, they decided to help him. They worked their magic and eventually presented the young man with several small objects that looked like capsules. "Bury these under the window of your beloved under a full moon and she will love you," they instructed.
Doubtful, the young man resolved nevertheless to do as the witches instructed. On the very next full moon, he stealthily made his way over to his beloved's house and carefully buried the capsules in the rich loam beneath her window. Nothing happened right away, but, trusting the wisdom of the old ladies, he went home to see what the next day would bring.
The next morning, he walked hopefully over to the girl's house and rang her doorbell. She opened the door, saw it was him, and grabbed him. She hugged him, kissed him, and invited him in for lunch. Their courtship was short but passionate, and within a month they were happily married.
Late one night after they had been married, the young man visited the coven again. "I just want to thank you ladies for your help. My life is everything I could have desired."
"No problem, dearie," said one of the old ladies. "After all, nothing says lovin' like something from the coven, and pills buried says it best."
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