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.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Got this via email:
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!!
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.
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."
"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?"
"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?"
"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?"
"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.
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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