People Who Are Always Late

Don't Get Mad! Get Even!!

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The first time my mister was late, we were going to a minor outing so, I overlooked the tardiness. Then it happened a few more times, and I began to wonder about the frequency of his lateness. Finally after being late to some important events, I realized something had to change.

We had discussed the issue and he always promised to do a better job of being on time. He always had a reasonable (to him) excuse for being late. Unfortunately, things didn’t change. They got worse.

I HAD to do SOMETHING before this craziness drove me insane. So what did I do?

The next important event we were scheduled to attend was set for a Saturday evening at 5:00 pm. Instead of telling him the correct time, I told him the event would begin at 3:00 o’clock. Thankfully, we made it to our destination in time, with a few minutes to spare.

Not much has changed as far as the mister always being late when he controls the time. As for me, whenever I want to be on time, I inform him that the event is anywhere from an hour to three hours earlier than the correct time. 

There you have it, that is how I saved my sanity.

Are you always early or always late? Is anyone close to you always late? How do you handle that?


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The TRUTH About Marriage

Marriage: Give & Take

The following words of wisdom were passed on to my brother and to me when we were in high school during the early 60s. These wise words were from our daddy, the late Hermise Mason Wilkins.  

Daddy started by telling us to be sure to marry someone you really and truly love, someone you would still want to be married to when you’re both old, fat, and wrinkled. He said, “Make sure it’s REAL love, not any of that puppy love stuff.”

Daddy said to love them like you’re never going to be hurt, love them unconditionally. BUT, he cautioned us, “Never love nobody more than you love yourself.” He further explained the following to us.

When you marry give it all you’ve got, EVERY day. Some days it will be 50/50, you’ll give 50% and your spouse will give 50%. THIS is a GOOD day!

Some days you will have to give 60% because your spouse is only giving 40%.

Other days your spouse will only give 30% so you have to give 70%. 

There will even be days when you’re giving 80% and your spouse is only giving 20%.

Wait! If you think that’s bad wait until you’re giving 90% and your spouse is giving only 10%.

It gets even more challenging than that. There’ll be days when your spouse is giving nothing-nada-zero-zilch - 0%. Then, you have to give 100%. GIVE IT!!!

From 50/50 to 0/100 give your marriage ALL you’ve got – ALL the time.

Then, if things don’t work out you will have done your part. Don’t let it be you that didn’t do all you could do in your marriage.

Daddy ended with, "Marriage is not always 50/50. Marriage might be 0/100 on any given day."

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There you have, my daddy’s Wise Words of Wisdom concerning marriage. This was long before Teddy Pendergrass released his song “When Somebody Loves You Back”.

What are your thoughts on marriage? Did anyone give you marriage advice before you married? Who was it? What did they tell you? Do you have any marriage advice of your own to share? We'd love to hear it. 

Nightmares vs Sweet Dreams

Nightmares vs Sweet Dreams

Have you ever had a nightmare? I have! If you have never had one, you don’t know what you’re missing. AND, believe me you don’t want to know either.

I started having nightmares as a kid somewhere around 10 or 11 years old. I remember my daddy always coming into the room to wake me up and talk me through what had just happened. He would quietly talk with me until I was calm again and could go back to sleep.

The nightmares continued into young adulthood and on into marriage. During our early years together, Papa-dellgirl would gently shake me awake (I had told him about my experiences) and hold me until I could go back to sleep.

The nightmares continued and, after many years of the same old soup just warmed over, Papa started to nudge me awake. He would simply nudge, nudge, poke, poke until I was awake. Then he would turn over and go back to sleep himself…no more holding. No more cuddling. Ummmmm? Ok, I guess enough is enough.

Finally, around 2005 or so, the nightmares stopped. I haven’t had another one that I know of since. Why did they stop? I have an answer, but that’s a whole ‘nother story all by itself.

Thank God the nightmares are gone! There’s a new and enlightening peace of mind that comes with that.

Have you ever had a nightmare? Does someone you know have nightmares? How do you/they handle them?

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How I Got My Mister to Call Me Sweetie

PaPa ~dellgirl~ answered my Good Morning call today (he’s working out of town) with, “Hey Baby, what’s up?” That brought an inner smile reminding me how that came about. 

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We’ve been married 48 years now. For many years, I sweetly called my husband “Tiger”. Sometimes I called him “Sugar-Bear”.  Why did I do that?

I did it because it did my heart a lot of good to hear my own daddy refer to my Mama as, “Baby Girl” or “Baby Doll” when we were growing up. I remembered that, and adopted the practice of calling my husband something sweet and endearing.

He always called me by my name, “Dell”. In the beginning I didn’t think much about it and continued calling him by my special “pet names”. He continued calling me by my name. This went on for years without my saying a word to him about it.

Sometime during 2013 I stopped. “Click”, I turned off the sweet name button, getting old and cranky I guess. I started calling him by his name instead of those silly pet names.

One particular telephone conversation went something like this.

Husband: “Hey Dell, how you doing? I just called to say hi and see if everything is going okay.”

Me: “Oh, hey Pete (made up name). I’m fine. How are you? Everything is okay here. No problems to report.”

More talk, a little chit-chat and stuff like that, then he interrupted me. He asked what I’d called him. I told him I called him Pete. He then asked why I did that.

I explained that since I am always Dell, he will now be Pete.  Long story short, it took several months but, he finally got it. Things have changed.

Now, he lovingly calls me “Baby” or “Honey” at least twice every other day or so. Sometimes he even says, “sweet-heart”. Go figure!

Boy, marriage is truly a WIP, isn’t it?

Marriage Her Way

Marriage Her Way

A typical macho man married a typical good-looking lady.

After the wedding, he laid down the following rules:

"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time

I want -- and I don't expect any hassle from you.

I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless

I tell you that I won't be home for dinner.

I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing

when I want with my old buddies, and don't you

give me a hard time about it.

Those are my rules, any comments?"

His new bride said:

"No, that's fine with me. Just understand

that there will be sex here,

at seven o'clock…

every night...

whether you're here or not."

(DARN SHE'S GOOD!) 

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