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"These things" part 6

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Just a quick update. I got to talk briefly to Stephanie's mother yesterday. I don't know how much she really understood as she speaks mostly Spanish, but she acted like she understood everything. lol I asked if Stephanie's dress had fit...and she said YES! I was SO relieved. She asked "how many dollars" and I told her NONE...and she thanked me.

I had written a note to Stephanie indicating my concern that I hadn't heard from her and was worried that I may have ruined her dress...(I did NOT try to lay a guilt trip on her). I still hope to hear from her eventually.

DH commented in the car on the way home that perhaps Stephanie was worried that I was going to ask for money for the alterations...and was avoiding me because of that. Hadn't thought of that possibility. I don't THINK that is it, but who really knows. Anyway. Relief..the dress fit. (assuming Mama understood what I was asking!)


OH...and a semi-related PS: DH and I just signed on to continue our dancing lessons. YEA! Hey Sparks..how about some DANCE emoticons!

  
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CINA-MINI 7/11/2011 1:46PM

    I am glad you finally were able to contact someone at the house! Hopefully, Stephanie will answer the door next time!

Congrats on signing up for more dance lessons too! YAY

Cinamin

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CELEST 7/11/2011 8:36AM

    Great that it all worked out so well...now whats next?
You know your big hearts going to get involved with something dont you emoticon

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TREVUG 7/11/2011 1:16AM

    That is a strong possibility about the money thing. I imagine there is a bit of confusion with he language barrier. This can cause people with different backgrounds to question our motives. They aren't used to someone doing something just to be nice. I hope she comes out and sees you next time.

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NCFITCHICK 7/10/2011 9:29PM

    I'm so glad that that dress fit. Congrats on continuing your dance lessons. I know you love those.

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RASCALSMOMMA 7/10/2011 9:25PM

    emoticon emoticon emoticon Best I could do.. enjoy your prom! lol

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GAMOMMY3 7/10/2011 8:33PM

    Glad that you get to continue the dance lessons. I think DH might be on to something with the money issue too.

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ONLYTEMPORARY 7/10/2011 8:08PM

    emoticon emoticon enjoy the lessons and so glad it fit.

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"These things" part 5

Saturday, July 02, 2011

Just a quick update on the dress story.

I tried again to visit Stephanie at home...and for the second time, no answer at the door, though the guy in the driveway said she was home. NOONE came to the door. Oh well...I will find her home eventually. I still don't know how HER dress fit.

This afternoon, DH and I had our dance lesson. I had purchased three other dresses from Stephanie...and my daughters tried them all on. The first fit its intended perfectly...and looked terrific on her when she tried it on. The other two were wayyy to small for her, but fit my other daughter...but she is not dancing and was not interested in these dresses. I was disappointed, but not surprised.

I took the two dresses...the yellow one that started all this dress stuff in the first place, and the beaded one to my dance instructor. She was delighted and whisked them away. I haven't had a chance to talk with her since then...we haven't been able to get in a lesson for two weeks (and boy, did it show today!!!) Meredith was not there, but we enjoyed a great lesson with another instructor, Sean. As we were leaving we were chatting with Linda at the reception desk and Vincent, another instructor. In the course of the conversation, the dress story came up. I mentioned the dresses I had brought in...and both of them immediately started raving about them! HUH? Had Meredith mentioned them? Meredith had tried them on and LOVED them. Both fit. The special favorite was....the yellow one.

Now, I am eager to talk to Meredith...and hope to get to see the dresses on her. AND, I still want to talk to Stephanie again...and see if she has MORE dresses as she said she would.

The ball room dancing classes we are taking are such fun...we are both enjoying them and are eager to progress.

  
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NCFITCHICK 7/7/2011 10:02AM

    Your series is so interesting ... I love hearing that someone has taken an interest in your dressees. I'm disappointed for you that Stephanie hasn't even said thank you for your effort. One thing is for sure, you make me want to take dance lessons as well. Hugs to you.

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GAMOMMY3 7/5/2011 12:08AM

    I so wish we had some local dance classes to take. My DH and I took them many years ago and really had fun... but we really need classes again.

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CINA-MINI 7/3/2011 11:10PM

    I love reading your "parts". You always paint such wonderful word pictures.

Thanks for sharing. Don't give up trying to get a picture of Stephanie. I am eager to find out what is going on with her! (I am sure you are too!)

Hugs,
Cinamin

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MA_DIDDLES 7/3/2011 3:45PM

    Hi Sister - I have been keeping up with the story. I am a little disapointed in Stephanie, that she hasn't shown a little more appreciation for all you have done for her.
I am glad you found a home for the other dresses.

I love yard and garage sales, but rarely go anymore. I usually do find a lot of treasures, but no where to keep them anymore.
I find myself resorting to Craigs list. I need a nice size bird cage for Ollie Bird (Cheap-cheep)

emoticon to ya, MA

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ONLYTEMPORARY 7/3/2011 1:35AM

    Awesome. I hope you get to see them on some of these women.

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TREVUG 7/3/2011 12:00AM

    I can hardly wait to hear how your instructor liked the dresses first hand. Hope you can find Stephanie again.

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BOOKWERME 7/2/2011 10:46PM

    Lol Rascal's Momma...I don't know! emoticon

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RASCALSMOMMA 7/2/2011 9:43PM

    Just one question: How many "parts" to this story ARE there!!LOL Many Hugs m'dear!

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BOOKWERME 7/2/2011 7:42PM

    I reread all the blogs about this...and realized I had never told the story completely of how all this dress stuff started. DH and I were making a call in service and across the street, there was a yard sale going on. In the tree there was a really pretty YELLOW evening gown. I couldn't resist checking it out. Turned out that there were a number of gowns in different sizes. I purchased ONE...and that was the beginning. I thought that the pretty yellow gown was too small for my DD who is also taking dance lessons. But, that yellow gown just lingered in my mind...and led to the chain of events I have been recording here.

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Maybe I should be a tortoise!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Got this via email:

HEALTH MESSAGE:

1. If walking/cycling is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
2. A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water and is fat.
3. A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
4. A tortoise doesn't run, barely walks & does nothing ..yet lives for 450 years.

And you want me to Exercise!!

  
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SUNNYWBL 7/27/2011 12:44AM

    Funny!

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AMJSATURN 6/30/2011 11:18PM

    Ha HA ... I am a tortoise emoticon

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NCFITCHICK 6/29/2011 7:22AM

    That's too funny! emoticon I knew there was a reason I hate to exercise.

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TREVUG 6/29/2011 1:14AM

    Love it!!

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AHGIRLS 6/28/2011 8:42PM

    That's great!

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ONLYTEMPORARY 6/28/2011 5:16PM

    Love it! Me too emoticon

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JUSTJUSTY 6/28/2011 4:03PM

    emoticonThis is too funny!... making note of it emoticon

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KRBALCOM67 6/28/2011 12:17PM

    Funny! Love it! Made me smile!

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GAMOMMY3 6/28/2011 11:56AM

    emoticon emoticon

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RASCALSMOMMA 6/28/2011 10:21AM

    One day we ALL will be tortoises--and then some! Go slow but KEEP GOING! HUGS Laurie

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CELEST 6/28/2011 8:47AM

    emoticonI love that.....I'm beginning to feel I may be a tortoise too.

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8-cow wife...another version

Sunday, June 26, 2011

After reviewing my other blog about the 8-cow wife, I was interested in how much the story is the same and yet totally different between the first one I received and the second which what I posted. Thought you folks might like to see the other one I found. Do notice that if you google 8-cow wife, there are many versions and many sites using it for inspiration.

An 8-Cow Wife

On an isolated Pacific island, it was the custom for a young man to announce his intention of marriage to the entire village.

After the announcement, he and the whole community went to the young woman's home. Her father would come outside and then - in front of the community - the father and the suitor would barter. Obviously, there was no feminist movement on the island.

The main item of value on the island was the cow. therefore, a suitor would offer the father a certain number of cows for his daughter. The average bride was worth two cows, perhaps three if she was unusually bright or attractive. The all-time record was four cows.

The most eligible bachelor on the island was Johnny Lingo. He was handsome and wealthy. Imagine all the excitement among the women of the island when Johnny announced one day that he had selected a wife. But then he shocked everyone by announcing that his choice was a girl named Lisa. Lisa was not even in the top ten. She was regarded as plain and frightfully shy. Some of the jokers in the crowd even suggested that Lisa's father might pay Johnny a cow or two.

The community gathered at Lisa's house for the bartering. Then came an even great shock. Johnny's opening bid for Lisa was eight cows! Her father almost fainted, but he managed to say yes.

That very evening Johnny and Lisa were married, and they departed for their home on an adjacent island.

For a full year, no one say Johnny and LIsa. Then on thier first anniversary they returned to visit their parents. From the moment they arrived at the dock, the news spread. Everybody said, "come and see Johnny and Lisa! You won't believe it!"

Everybody camae, bu notbody noticed Johnny. all eyes were on Lisa. She had been transformed! She was a vision of loveliness. she was poised, warm, friendly, and confident.

At the end of the day, as Johnny and Lisa were preparing to return to their home, one of Johnny's longtime friends pulled him aside and said, "I want to know the secret of this amazing transformation in Lisa. How did it happen?"

Johnny siad, "I will tell you. From the time Lisa was born, she had been treated as though she was not worth very much. She had begun to believe tht about herself. But I announced to the community that she was an 8-cow wife, and I have treated her just that way. She has become that vision of herself that she sees every day in my eyes."

If you want an 8-cow wife or husband, start treating her or him that way. Give it a year and see what happens.


Interesting isn't it? Same basic story, different details (even the name) and yet the message comes across both ways. I did lift that last paragraph from this version and add it to the one I posted earlier.

So, lets all get going on treating our spouses for their true value and be sure they see it in OUR eyes.

  
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BEEBEE1936 7/7/2011 7:59AM

    Beautiful story and so true, so true. Take a wife and never compliment her, never show her affection, never bring her a little flower, treat her as if she is stupid, worthless etc. and y ou will have a beaten down, shell of a woman. So therefore the opposite is true, such as the story of the "8 cow wife".

Thanks for sharing.

Betty emoticon

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PRICELESS1982 6/28/2011 12:11PM

    i loved this post also --my wife kristen (teddysgirl1997)also commented on it. we both can relat to the senerio. in comarison i value my wife as an 8cow wife if not the whole herd! she is amazing and i couldnt live with out her.the last 14 years with her have been simply awesomeand i dont regret one minute of it. thank you asta for sharing the story and i hope every husband who reads it can remember to treat thier wives with the love and respect that is the moral of the story. god bless you for you sharing this with all of us..take care..ted dibiase

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TREVUG 6/27/2011 11:34PM

    I agree. It makes a difference in our self esteem whether we are treated good or bad.

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TEDDYSGIRL1997 6/27/2011 4:14PM

    i love this blog--i can totally relate to the lisa character and then i married my husband ted and then i too was transformed into someone whofinally thought i WAS worth something and that i was an ok person and i will always be grateful to ted for that --its all because of him and he is the love of my life.thank you for sharing this blog--it was such a blessing for me to read it ...may god bless and keep you..love to you and your family..kristen dibiase

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LOVE2WALK1 6/27/2011 12:46PM

    Love this one two, and will show my "8 cow husband" just how much I appreciate him!

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CELEST 6/27/2011 12:24PM

    Absolutely true. I've seen this work in reality. A sister married the shy guy in the congregation and treated him as if he was the handsomest guy on the planet. It wasnt long and he got promoted and the more confident he got, the better things got for them financially. Ultimately they paid off their house long before most couples do. All because she believed in him.

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NCFITCHICK 6/27/2011 11:19AM

    I've never heard this tale and just love it. It goes perfectly with yesterday's WT stating how we should treat our families (mates) with kindness and goodness. Love it. Thank you.

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ONLYTEMPORARY 6/26/2011 8:16PM

    Self worth really makes a difference and they way we are treated, effects our self worth. Thanks for the second version.

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I want to be an 8-cow wife

Friday, June 24, 2011

I googled an article that came my way...and liked the source material even better than the slightly altered, condensed version I already have. Apparently this info has been used and reused to illustrate a point about how we treat one another.

See what YOU think:

~~JOHNNY LINGO'S 8-COW WIFE~~


condensed from Woman's Day Patricia McGerr

When I sailed to Kiniwata, an island in the Pacific, I took along a notebook. After I got back it was filled with descriptions of flora and fauna, native customs and costume. But the only note that still interests me is the one that says: "Johnny Lingo gave eight cows to Sarita’s father." And I don’t need to have it in writing. I’m reminded of it every time I see a woman belittling her husband or a wife withering under her husband’s scorn. I want to say to them, "You should know why Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for his wife."

Johnny Lingo wasn’t exactly his name. But that’s what Shenkin, the manager of the guest house on Kiniwata, called him. Shenkin was from Chicago and had a habit of Americanizing the names of the islanders. But Johnny was mentioned by many people in many connections. If I wanted to spend a few days on the neighboring island of Nurabandi, Johnny Lingo would put me up. If I wanted to fish he could show me where the biting was best. If it was pearls I sought, he would bring the best buys. The people of Kiniwata all spoke highly of Johnny Lingo. Yet when they spoke they smiled, and the smiles were slightly mocking.

"Get Johnny Lingo to help you find what you want and let him do the bargaining," advised Shenkin. "Johnny knows how to make a deal."
"Johnny Lingo! A boy seated nearby hooted the name and rocked with laughter.
"What goes on?" I demanded. "everybody tells me to get in touch with Johnny Lingo and then breaks up. Let me in on the joke."
"Oh, the people like to laugh," Shenkin said, shruggingly. "Johnny's the brightest, the strongest young man in the islands, And for his age, the richest."
"But if he’s all you say, what is there to laugh about?"
"Only one thing. Five months ago, at fall festival, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He paid her father eight cows!

I knew enough about island customs to be impressed. Two or three cows would buy a fair-to-middling wife, four or five a highly satisfactory one. "Good Lord!" I said, "Eight cows! She must have beauty that takes your breath away." "She’s not ugly," he conceded, and smiled a little. "But the kindest could only call Sarita plain. Sam Karoo, her father, was afraid she’d be left on his hands."
"But then he got eight cows for her? Isn’t that extraordinary?"
"Never been paid before."
"Yet you call Johnny’s wife plain?"
"I said it would be kindness to call her plain. She was skinny. She walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked. She was scared of her own shadow."
"Well," I said, "I guess there’s just no accounting for love."
"True enough," agreed the man. "And that’s why the villagers grin when they talk about Johnny. They get special satisfaction from the fact that the sharpest trader in the islands was bested by dull old Sam Karoo."
"But how?"
"No one knows and everyone wonders. All the cousins were urging Sam to ask for three cows and hold out for two until he was sure Johnny’d pay only one. Then Johnny came to Sam Karoo and said, ‘Father of Sarita, I offer eight cows for your daughter.’"
"Eight cows," I murmured. "I’d like to meet this Johnny Lingo."
"And I wanted fish. I wanted pearls. So the next afternoon I beached my boat at Nurabandi. And I noticed as I asked directions to Johnny’s house that his name brought no sly smile to the lips of his fellow Nurabandians. And when I met the slim, serious young man, when he welcomed me with grace to his home, I was glad that from his own people he had respect unmingled with mockery. We sat in his house and talked. Then he asked, "You come here from Kiniwata?"
"Yes."
"They speak of me on that island?"
"They say there’s nothing I might want they you can’t help me get."
He smiled gently. "My wife is from Kiniwata."
"Yes, I know."
"They speak of her?"
"A little."
"What do they say?"
"Why, just..." The question caught me off balance. "They told me you were married at festival time."
"Nothing more?" The curve of his eyebrows told me he knew there had to be more.
They also say the marriage settlement was eight cows." I paused.
"They wonder why."
"They ask that?" His eyes lightened with pleasure. "Everyone in Kiniwata knows about the eight cows?"
I nodded.
"And in Nurabandi everyone knows it too." His chest expanded with satisfaction. "Always and forever, when they speak of marriage settlements, it will be remembered that Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for Sarita."
So that’s the answer, I thought: vanity.

And then I saw her. I watched her enter the room to place flowers on the table. She stood still a moment to smile at the young man beside me. Then she went swiftly out again. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin the sparkle of her eyes all spelled a pride to which no one could deny her the right. I turned back to Johnny Lingo and found him looking at me. "You admire her?" he murmured. "She...she’s glorious. But she’s not Sarita from Kiniwata," I said.

"There’s only one Sarita. Perhaps she does not look the way they say she looked in Kiniwata." "She doesn’t. I heard she was homely. They all make fun of you because you let yourself be cheated by Sam Karoo."
"You think eight cows were too many?" A smile slid over his lips. "No. But how can she be so different?"
"Do you ever think," he asked, "what it must mean to a woman to know that her husband has settled on the lowest price for which she can be bought? And then later, when the women talk, they boast of what their husbands paid for them. One says four cows, another maybe six. How does she feel, the woman who was sold for one or two?" This could not happen to my Sarita."
"Then you did this just to make your wife happy?"
"I wanted Sarita to be happy, yes. But I wanted more than that. You say she is different This is true. Many things can change a woman. Things that happen inside, things that happen outside. But the thing that matters most is what she thinks about herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. Now she knows she is worth more than any other woman in the islands." "Then you wanted -"
"I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other woman."
"But —" I was close to understanding.
"But," he finished softly, "I wanted an eight-cow wife."

I want to feel like an 8-cow wife. I want to be such a wife to my husband. emoticon

The article I first found said: "If you want an 8-cow wife or husband, start treating her or him that way. Give it a year and see what happens. (In the one I have, Johnny and his wife return on their first anniversary to visit and everyone is astonished at the changes in "Lisa").

1 Peter 3:7 "You husbands, continue dwelling in like manner with them (your wives) according to knowledge, assigning them honor as to a weaker vessel, the feminine one, since YOU are also heirs with them of the undeserved favor of life, in order for your prayers not to be hindered."

  
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AJCHARTERS 6/25/2011 2:37PM

    Wow. Thank you for sharing this. I'd never heard it before and I love it. emoticon emoticon

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CELEST 6/25/2011 10:02AM

    Excellent and not even difficult to do. Most husbands or wives grow immensely on little appreciation so add "8 cows" and it should have a transforming quality.

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ONLYTEMPORARY 6/24/2011 7:57PM

    Awesome! I guess you could say, we are an 8 cow couple!

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TREVUG 6/24/2011 5:34PM

    Too beautiful for words. Thanks you for sharing. I had never heard this story before, but it really touched me in how we should treat others.

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LIFECANBEGOOD 6/24/2011 3:21PM

    I loved reading this again, we had a CO years ago who told a version of this and since then my dear hubby has said that I'm worth 10 cows.

Thanks for the reminder.
Hugs,
Marian in NC

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CINA-MINI 6/24/2011 3:11PM

    Wow! That is such a wonderful story! Thank you for sharing it.

Hugs,
Cinamin

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RASCALSMOMMA 6/24/2011 2:01PM

    Asta there is a brother and a sister here who are marrying soon. I think im gonna copy this and send it to them. thanks hugs.

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LOVE2WALK1 6/24/2011 12:43PM

    I had never read this story before, but I am so happy you took the time to share it. I believe this will stick with me for a lifetime. Thanks for sharing such a lesson!

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