Wednesday, 26 January 2011

he completes me

I know, I know - I hear the resounding echo of gagging noises from some of you.... but bear with me.  I am feeling kind of *sigh* right now.

I have loved this man since about this time in 1985.  Our courtship was not a lengthy one - much to the concern of many in this community - like Marc Reed, who after hearing the news of our engagement uttered, and I quote, "Good Lord, she must be pregnant!" 

Our first "date" was out by the railroad tracks at about 3 am.  I was perched between Nathan Jenkins and my beloved in the front seat of Dabner's station wagon.  We were looking for a man made comet that was supposed to be appearing somewhere in the northern sky on that cold cold night on December 26, 1984.  My first impression was - "this guy is a lot of fun".  I was right.  He is a lot of fun.  248 days later - he became my husband.  Not saying that there weren't some days that I considered homicide as an option - but he has really made my life better.

Although I have dozens of stories to validate these statements, but this is the most recent one - ergo - my *sigh* state of being.

It has been my deepest desire to get a Mustang Convertible for my 50th birthday.  Some say it's a mid-life crisis - I just look at it as a symbol of my life after 50 - sweet, fast and fun.  Anyways, I have been looking on Kijiji and newspapers and Buy and Sell boards for the perfect car.  Well - eureka!  Dan found it on Kijiji a couple of weeks ago.  One of those "too good to be true" kind of deals.  Right color, right accessories, and right price - Oh what a right price.  Dan called and left 3 messages with the dude selling MY returned calls.  I accepted that this wasn't the one and then...Monday there is a message on our voice mail - the car selling dude was in Maui and just got back to dozens of calls - Dan's being the FIRST one left....
After phonecalls, faxes and the like - I am now the proud owner of a gun-metal grey, 40th Anniversary edition, Mustang convertible!!  

Now, that was really sweet of him to do the calling etc...but here is where his absolute greatness comes in.  We needed to come up with a down payment for car.  Being that it is January 26 and it has been a month and a half since my last paycheck - the wallet is a little thin right now.  I scraped and scrounged and came up with some cash - but then today at noon my dearly beloved went to his night table and pulled out 5 crisp US $100 bills and handed it to me.  I almost fell over dead - which wouldn't have been good considering I am getting my car today.  You see, I married a bit of a tight wad.  I am the spender - he is the hoarder.  It is a good relationship...balanced and all.  But for him to hand over his cash - most likely ear-marked for a new bow, or gun or fly rod, or some other such nonsense - that was a HUGE deal.  

he is just the best.

he completes me

(The song playing is the one that plays when he calls me from home or his cell.  It always makes me smile)

Sunday, 9 January 2011

The life of a compulsive person...

I thought it would be a great the time. 

I am a compulsive person. 

I think there needs to be a support group for people like me.  A place where I could come up with those brilliant thoughts ... mull them over for a minute or two - THEN decide if they truly are genius or just... not.

Well, again, I have had one of those lightbulb moments and rather than just stewing it over in my brain - I go and put it out there.  I am speaking of my plan to celebrate 2011 every day.  Ah, I know, you are saying - what's wrong with that?  We should celebrate something every day.  Okay - then YOU try it.  

I made a personal...and public (through this wonderful fishbowl called a Blog) commitment to a year long party in the hood, but the problem is - I have found out that that is not really what happens.  I have found out that I kind of like to vent via my facebook status - alot.  So you can imagine my frustration as I sit - fingers poised - ready to strike the keys with the venom of a poisonous viper, only to remember that I have to somehow coin the deepest feelings in my heart in a phrase that begins with...

Sheila Hanson Adkins celebrates...


It's limiting.  So you might have noticed that my status changes are fewer and farther between than usual.  The thought of recanting has crossed my mind more times than you can imagine, but being the stubborn person that I am - I won't.  And I feel like somehow, God wants to teach me something through this little year long challenge.

There is another problem that I have realized through this.  I was not the first person to do this exercise in positivity.  My friend Sandra did this last year for her 4th decade celebration.  She went through some pretty hellish moments through that year.  I thought of that when I started, but foolishly felt that it wouldn't happen to me.  Well, since that time I have been plagued with fear that something bad is going to happen.  To my kids, my family, my health, my husband... my dog.  I hate this fear.

We have been going to Red Deer to Crossroad Church on a more regular basis the past year.  Our kids have found this church and as part of our connection with our kids, we have been going to church there with them.  It is my dream church.  The music is unlike any I have EVER heard - not too contemporary-touchie-feelie-flag-waving-repeat-one-phrase-for-three-minutes kind of stuff, and not the old school worship either.  It's nice.  But what is really great is Pastor Dan.  He seems to speak straight to my heart.  I feel like we are talking over a chai latte - not with the other 2000 people around us.  

Today he started a series on Job.  If you have an issue with fear of having bad things happen to you - Job is a challenging person to study.  I think I started crying while he read the first chapter.  I had this overwhelming feeling (again) that I was about to face the life of Job in my own life...most currently - I felt that my number one son - who was on his way home from a ski trip - was going to be in a horrific car crash and I was going to lose him...all pointing back to this whole "year of celebration" stupid vow I had made.  As the tears ran down my face, I heard catastrophe on catastrophe that struck Job and thought of my own "sheep, camels, oxen, donkeys and children" that I was so afraid to have to face losing.  I kept thinking - I just know I couldn't handle that and isn't there a verse somewhere that says that God won't give you any more than you can handle?  It gave me a glimmer of hope.  Until... Pastor Dan said that God never said that He wouldn't give you any more than you can handle....


He would never give you more than HE can handle.  There go the tears again.  Well, God and I had this little battle inside my spirit.  As the service drew to a close and the battle waged, I prayed, "please don't sing Blessed Be Your Name for a closing song.  Yup, you guessed it - that was the song.  My constricted throat prevented me from singing the first verse. 

but then something happened... I gave up.  I gave up my number one son, my sweet daughter, my loving husband, my amazing family, my healthy albeit out of shape body, my career, my money, my sheep, camels, oxen, donkeys and even my Lucy.  

you give and take away
you give and take away
my heart will CHOSE to say
Lord, blessed be Your name.

As I write this, I am struck by the fear that I am compulsively putting it out there again for all the world to see and witness my possible failure in this little celebratory year - but I think that I am a little more ready for whatever is in store.  

Not hoping for Job's life - but with a little less fear...