Call me Cake MacGyver....

Dinner at the restaurant is at 6 PM.
I walk into a department store , Rose's at 5:37 PM to buy my sister a birthday card.
My cell phone rings at 5:38 Pm, it is my brother in law. Frantic because he asked his neighbor to bake my sister a cake and she forgot. He wants to know if I can pick one up on my way to the restaurant. Oh sure, I say.
Panic sets in, I dont have time to go get a cake.
I look around the department store. I find a fruit cake, nope wont do. I find a pound cake. This place does not normally have pound cakes. Hmmh, what can I do....Well I run back to their tiny food section, I mean tiny. Voila.... Betty Crocker funfetti icing. Then I find a container and a pack of knives. Purchase and out to the car I go.
I sit in the car and icing the pound cake and close up the container and am proud. Nothing fancy but proud I pulled a cake out of nowhere with nothing.
She laughs and laughs and so did he. Everyone has a small piece and it was quite tasty, it had a slight lemon flavor.
SO.....pound cake $1
icing $1.75
container $1
knives $1

Memories and laughter ....priceless

Here is the master piece.....

Just call me MacGyver. Just give me 5 minutes and an imagination.

I am glad it was met with laughter because I really goofed on her card. I found a funny card but did not pay attention to the cat on the front that looks just like their cat that died last week. I felt horrible but I was paying attention to the words and never noticed the cat nor the similarities. What a heel !

What you need to hear when you need to hear it..

This evening I was at my cousin's house for a joint birthday party for two of her children. The living room cleared out and I was sitting caddy-cornered to my grandfather. I had been looking at my reflection in the glare in the window and thinking what a mess I was. My hair and I are not getting along right now. It also needs to be colored and/or highlighted again. My stomach was sticking out and my spare tires were being accentuated. I was sitting there thinking , wow you are pitiful. Look at that stomach, look at your fat face in that reflection, your clothes are out of date and non-becoming, your hair is sad. You are one ugly thing right now and you are in a funk and looking uglier and fatter by the day. All of this was in my mind as I looked at my reflection.

All of a sudden , out of the blue, my 95 year old grandfather looked at me and said....
" You sure look pretty tonight. I don't know why tonight you look so much prettier than usual but you really do."

I wanted to cry. It is like God made him say that because only God knows my thoughts.

I hope to remember that in years to come and a special memory of my grandfather and saying what I needed to hear at the moment I needed to hear it.

Sunday Funnies & serious thought

CHUCKLE 1
I teach the preschoolers on Sunday morning for Sunday School. Some days are frustrating and some are quite comical. Today was a comic relief day. My nephew is one of the older ones in my class being in kindergarten. Our lesson was about sharing and the story was about Abraham and Lot at the well with the sheep. I was telling them today we are talking about Abraham and ... well before I could say Lot , my nephew pops in with Abraham and Lincoln. I had to belly laugh because Abraham Lincoln was so many years after Abraham and Lot. It made me see how much he is learning at school at such a young age. He thought he was showing off what he learned in school. My helper was quick, she responded, " well Abraham Lincoln was a great hero but he is not the hero we are talking about today." Wow a kindergartener learning about good old Abe and retaining it. I don't think I covered that until 1st or 2nd grade.

SERIOUS THOUGHT 1

I also went and bought a dozen KK doughnuts for Sunday School. I put the whole dozen in front of me and opened them. Their eyes were huge because doughnuts are a treat. I then said, " these are all mine." Their mouths dropped and faces were so dejected. Then I said, " but I am choosing to share them with you today because you are my friends." Remember our lesson was on sharing. They were so excited. This lesson was priceless and they will remember it.

Chuckle 2

The second funny came up in conversation today and I was telling my neighbor about it and she laughed and laughed. I live in a racially diverse neighborhood. One of my closest neighbors is African American and we can talk about all sorts of things and never have problems. We were discussing the subject of funerals and how they are different in the white and black society. A friend and regular customer of ours passed away this weekend. We were telling our neighbor about all this lady had been through in life and they we had attended her daughter's funeral in which we were the only white folks and the people in the church were kind of rude to us. I went on to tell her that I attended a funeral of one of my dear black pastor's in which the opposite happened. (He was so dear that when his apartment security realized something was wrong with him and broke into the apartment and found him deathly ill but not gone. He called us at my store. He said that number was everywhere in the apartment. I was so surprised because he had a decent size church but the security guard could not find any number but ours. I sent my employee to be with him at the hospital and I made some phone calls to find family or church members. One of the numbers I called was to another pastor who ended up doing his funeral.) Ok, back on subject. My employee and I went to his funeral. The usher knew us and told us to sit with family. We didn't because I felt awkward but we sat about midway and yes we were the only white people. The pastor that did the funeral came in the store the next day and said... I saw you at the funeral. I started laughing because how could he miss us. I am a blonde white girl and my employee is a grey-haired white woman. How on God's green earth could you not miss the two of us? I am still chuckling at the thought of this. My neighbor thought it was hilarious. Her words,
" oh my a church full of chocolate and then you two vanillas. I am sure he saw you too."

SERIOUS THOUGHT 2

On my soap box, we will be going to the funeral this week of our friend. We will probably be the only white people. The funeral will be long because that is one of the differences in the society. We have short funerals. But why with as far as we have come with integrating society are situations like this so awkward. If your friend dies, you should go to show respect and not think about whether you may be the only white person , black person , puerto rican, mexican, etc. We are all equal. You are coming to show respect for the individual and the family. The fact that the person had so many racially diverse friends shows what a deep and well-respected person this individual really was.

Ok, I am off my soap box.