Monday, February 6, 2012

Mindless Monday

Good Monday morning!

The Gallery Pics truly show a little bit of everything and quite a bit of nothing. Just a weekend at Faulkner Farms (1842).

I baked a little. Roxie and I shopped a little. I watched Super Bowl commercials (all of them). It was a nice weekend.

RANDOMNESS #1 - Friday, I kept thinking about Mugshots Peanut Butter Burger. I couldn't help myself. Even eating a teaspoon of peanut butter didn't stop the craving. I called Mikie and asked him what he thought about taking the family to Mugshots. It wasn't a planned outing, so he was a little surprised. (Let's face it. He was a lot surprised.) But he was very agreeable. I think he must have been craving a Mugshots burger, too.

Austin and Josh had planned on going to a movie, so we checked RAVE movie times, and found we had plenty of time to eat and then they could make their flick.

Around 5:00, Austin texted Melia to let her know what we were doing, and guess what? She and roommate, Sarah, were already at Mugshots waiting for 45 minutes to an hour for a table. "Do you want us to add you to our table?"

Uh, yeah! Mikie threw on some jeans and we headed to Vestavia. The best part of the evening was definitely walking into a VERY busy Mugshots and seeing Melia and Sarah sitting at a huge table. No waiting for us! We are WAY too important.

It was an unhurried, delicious evening. My favorite kind.

RANDOMNESS #2 - My friend, Melaney, sent this to me via e-mail last week. You may have already read it, but just in case, I thought I would post it one more time.

One Thousand Saturdays

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it's the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it's the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning
are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time.

Let me tell you about it.

I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden voice. You know the kind. He sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business himself. He was talking about "a thousand marbles" to someone named "Tom." I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say.

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure they pay you well, but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's dance recital." He continued, "Let me tell you something, Tom. Something that has helped me keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The average person lives about 75 years. I know, some live more and some live less, but on average, folks live about 75 years. Now then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3,900, which is the number of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime.

"Now stick with me, Tom. I'm getting to the important part.

"It took me until I was 55 years-old to think about all this in any detail," he went on. "By that time, I had lived through over 2,800 Saturdays. I got to thinking that if I lived to be 75, I only had about 1,000 of them left to enjoy.

"So I went to a toy store and bought every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores to round up 1,000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside of a large, clear plastic container right here in my workshop next to the radio. Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown it away.

"I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on the really important things in life. There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out to help get your priorities straight.

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you, and take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last marble out of the container. I figure if I make it until next Saturday, then God has blessed me
with a little extra time to be with my loved ones.

"It was nice to talk to you Tom. I hope you spend more time with your loved ones,
and I hope to meet you again someday. Have a good morning!"

You could have heard a pin drop when he finished. Even the show's moderator did not have anything to say for a few moments.

I guess he gave us all a lot to think about.

I had planned to do some work that morning, then go to the gym. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my wife with a kiss.

"Come on, Honey, I'm taking you and the kids to breakfast."

"What brought this on?" she asked with a smile.

"Oh, nothing special," I said. "It has just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with the kids. Hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out?
I need to buy some marbles."


The Enchanting Belinda Says - If you've known me two minutes, you know I'm going marble shopping today.

Have a marvelous Monday. I'll be back tomorrow with a DELICIOUS recipe to add to your collection.

Take care, and I'll talk to you in the morning.


The Enchanting Belinda

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