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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
It's that time of the year...
Wedding Season. And in honor of those new and soon to be brides I thought I would post some tips I recently came across. This is from Woman's World, 1957. I don't know who has the time to be the wife described in this article, because I sure don't.
All he wants is the basic love, companionship, warmth and fun of a good wife and mother. He wants to be able to bring his friends home unexpectedly and find the house in order, a meal miraculously brought out of the hat without any fuss, and a warm welcome for everyone.
A man is the envy of his friends if he has a wife who does not greet him at the door saying, "Why didn't you ring me and say you were bringing someone home?" He likes to know she'll say, "What nice friends you have," instead of "I can't think why you bother about that awful bore....besides he doesn't stop drinking. He hasn't left a drop in the house."
She sees that his clothes are always spotless and well pressed. Looking at him, his friends know that he has a good wife because he always looks well-groomed and his expression is contented.
There are some women who can't wait to tell their husbands what kind of day they had, what they bought, what their neighbors had to say. Every woman might as well accept the fact that to make a marriage work she MUST put her husband first. Before she tackles her own affairs she should ask tenderly, gaily, kindly, brightly, thoughtfully, according to type, what his day was like. There are plenty of wives who complain that their husbands never tell them a thing. Are they sure it isn't their own fault?
A wise woman plans for her man in an encouraging way. She won't ever say, "Why can't you earn as much as Bill Jones? You started at the same time and he makes twice as much as you do." This is fatal. She'll say instead, "Fancy that silly old Bill Jones doing so well. I bet he wouldn't have got there without YOUR help, darling....I'm really proud of you."
With this wonderful spur, she'll gently lead her husband the way she wants him to go, tactfully, with a word of praise. She neither pushes nor persuades. She simply angles whenever she sees the opportunities until, in the end, he takes the bit between his teeth and bolts just where he has been led; but he still thinks it was his idea and she is happy with his male misapprehension.
The sensible wife dodges sarcasm unless she is really witty. She may be so capable that she would make a strong man wilt, but she plays up her feminine weaknesses. While she does most things well - she never makes it a point to do so - she never neglects her appearance. She never seems to have moments with her hair in curlers, her make-up messy, or her face all greasy. She manages this sort of thing when her husband is at work.
She is probably a little extravagant - it's the only way to be impeccable, whatever anyone may say.
And tired though she is from bringing up the children and all the other chores, she somehow or other manages to appear bright and interested to her husband when he arrives home. She never puts the children before her husband but gives them a lot of loving when father's not about; and she builds up a picture in her children's mind that their father is a wonderful man.
She never nags - it's the quickest route to the divorce courts, and even grounds for divorce these days. She often flatters, but never so much that she appears false, and she never picks on her husband's weaknesses unless as an indulgent joke.
She realizes that no one ever really outgrows their weaknesses but knows that a slight awareness of them isn't a bad idea. He might overcome them one day. She didn't marry the man with the idea of changing him. She just makes the most of the things she likes about her man.
All he wants is the basic love, companionship, warmth and fun of a good wife and mother. He wants to be able to bring his friends home unexpectedly and find the house in order, a meal miraculously brought out of the hat without any fuss, and a warm welcome for everyone.
A man is the envy of his friends if he has a wife who does not greet him at the door saying, "Why didn't you ring me and say you were bringing someone home?" He likes to know she'll say, "What nice friends you have," instead of "I can't think why you bother about that awful bore....besides he doesn't stop drinking. He hasn't left a drop in the house."
She sees that his clothes are always spotless and well pressed. Looking at him, his friends know that he has a good wife because he always looks well-groomed and his expression is contented.
There are some women who can't wait to tell their husbands what kind of day they had, what they bought, what their neighbors had to say. Every woman might as well accept the fact that to make a marriage work she MUST put her husband first. Before she tackles her own affairs she should ask tenderly, gaily, kindly, brightly, thoughtfully, according to type, what his day was like. There are plenty of wives who complain that their husbands never tell them a thing. Are they sure it isn't their own fault?
A wise woman plans for her man in an encouraging way. She won't ever say, "Why can't you earn as much as Bill Jones? You started at the same time and he makes twice as much as you do." This is fatal. She'll say instead, "Fancy that silly old Bill Jones doing so well. I bet he wouldn't have got there without YOUR help, darling....I'm really proud of you."
With this wonderful spur, she'll gently lead her husband the way she wants him to go, tactfully, with a word of praise. She neither pushes nor persuades. She simply angles whenever she sees the opportunities until, in the end, he takes the bit between his teeth and bolts just where he has been led; but he still thinks it was his idea and she is happy with his male misapprehension.
The sensible wife dodges sarcasm unless she is really witty. She may be so capable that she would make a strong man wilt, but she plays up her feminine weaknesses. While she does most things well - she never makes it a point to do so - she never neglects her appearance. She never seems to have moments with her hair in curlers, her make-up messy, or her face all greasy. She manages this sort of thing when her husband is at work.
She is probably a little extravagant - it's the only way to be impeccable, whatever anyone may say.
And tired though she is from bringing up the children and all the other chores, she somehow or other manages to appear bright and interested to her husband when he arrives home. She never puts the children before her husband but gives them a lot of loving when father's not about; and she builds up a picture in her children's mind that their father is a wonderful man.
She never nags - it's the quickest route to the divorce courts, and even grounds for divorce these days. She often flatters, but never so much that she appears false, and she never picks on her husband's weaknesses unless as an indulgent joke.
She realizes that no one ever really outgrows their weaknesses but knows that a slight awareness of them isn't a bad idea. He might overcome them one day. She didn't marry the man with the idea of changing him. She just makes the most of the things she likes about her man.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Patsy
Jon and I spent the other night working on my Vintage 60's Hawthorne bicycle.
We got the rims straightened and put some new tires on them, which then inspired us to clean up the rest of the bike.
After a little elbow grease and some steel wool she almost looks like new. I formally introduce you all to Patsy. She is named in homage to my mom who is the original owner of the bike. She used to cruise around on it while she was going to school at BYU.
Now I have another set of sweet wheels to cruise around on this summer.
We got the rims straightened and put some new tires on them, which then inspired us to clean up the rest of the bike.
After a little elbow grease and some steel wool she almost looks like new. I formally introduce you all to Patsy. She is named in homage to my mom who is the original owner of the bike. She used to cruise around on it while she was going to school at BYU.
Now I have another set of sweet wheels to cruise around on this summer.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
You should have seen the other guy... he had a scalpel
Friday I had a doctor's appointment to fix the hole left between my lower lip and chin from when I had it pierced. I like to tell myself that it never healed so that I could look back in life and know for sure that my parents were right. Let me explain. I got my lip pierced after I moved out of my parents house in my teenage years. Once they saw what I had done, they were not happy. In an attempt to appease them I said "It's only a piercing. I just have to take it out and it will heal back up." Funny me. It did kind of heal. It closed up on the inside of my mouth, just not the front.
Several people have mentioned to me when I discuss my dislike for this left over hole on my face that they did not even notice it until I said something. This is understandable, but every time I see myself or get my picture taken it screams out to me.
After a recent visit to the dermatologist I inquired about how much it would cost to have this fixed. He informed me it wouldn't be a problem and I promptly scheduled the appointment. Scheduling the appointment was the easy part. It's my fear of any surgical procedure that then became my downfall.
I showed up at the Dr.'s office and they proceeded to inject my bottom lip with saline and a numbing agent. For warning - my fear and the puffed up lip/face make me look uber happy in all of these pictures.
After the injections I was left in the room for what felt like 30 minutes for the numbing to take effect. With time to kill I decided to take another picture since it felt like I had grown an elephant on my face. (I am not making a pouty face - my lip is just really swollen)
The procedure didn't take long at all and the doctor seemed pleased with his work, which is always a plus since it's you that will be living with it the rest of your life. They bandaged me up and sent me on my way. I think they could have used a smaller bandage, but that's just me.
I was finally able to remove the bandage last night and here is what my adventure looks like this morning.
Now I just have to wait and see how it all turns out and hope the swelling doesn't last long. I get my stitches out on Thursday. woo hoo!
Several people have mentioned to me when I discuss my dislike for this left over hole on my face that they did not even notice it until I said something. This is understandable, but every time I see myself or get my picture taken it screams out to me.
After a recent visit to the dermatologist I inquired about how much it would cost to have this fixed. He informed me it wouldn't be a problem and I promptly scheduled the appointment. Scheduling the appointment was the easy part. It's my fear of any surgical procedure that then became my downfall.
I showed up at the Dr.'s office and they proceeded to inject my bottom lip with saline and a numbing agent. For warning - my fear and the puffed up lip/face make me look uber happy in all of these pictures.
After the injections I was left in the room for what felt like 30 minutes for the numbing to take effect. With time to kill I decided to take another picture since it felt like I had grown an elephant on my face. (I am not making a pouty face - my lip is just really swollen)
The procedure didn't take long at all and the doctor seemed pleased with his work, which is always a plus since it's you that will be living with it the rest of your life. They bandaged me up and sent me on my way. I think they could have used a smaller bandage, but that's just me.
I was finally able to remove the bandage last night and here is what my adventure looks like this morning.
Now I just have to wait and see how it all turns out and hope the swelling doesn't last long. I get my stitches out on Thursday. woo hoo!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Cuppycakes, yeah!
Thanks to a referral from a friend I got a new nail lady, and she rocks! I had my first appointment with her last night and when it came time to pick my nail color I was a little indecisive. She suggested that I take a look at her nail decals and then pick a color from a decal I liked. While perusing her decals I found the sweetest ones ever! They are cupcakes with cross bones... a little sweet and a little rock and roll.
I am super stoked about them. Sometimes it's the little things in life that make it fabulous!
I am super stoked about them. Sometimes it's the little things in life that make it fabulous!
Friday, May 2, 2008
Thursday, May 1, 2008
unexpected
Why hello and good morning beginning of May. I am so excited to see you. However, I didn't know that you would be bringing a guest, snow. I was not planning for snow. I didn't even know the two of you were friends. Maybe a little more notice next time will be appreciated.
Update 3:30 pm - it is still randomly snowing. I think I might lose my mind if it keeps snowing. I *need* warm weather.
Update 3:30 pm - it is still randomly snowing. I think I might lose my mind if it keeps snowing. I *need* warm weather.
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