in addition to being the Patron Saint of love and happy couples, he was also the Patron Saint of beekeepers, plague, epilepsy, fainting, and travelers. So, if love isn’t in the cards this year, consider taking a trip to buy some honey but I would steer clear of fleas on rats.
As a kid, I loved to play with a Magic 8-Ball that was supposed to hold legendary fortune telling power. I’d sit around for hours asking it exactly what the future would hold for me. Would I be rich? (Outlook not so good). Would I marry the man of my dreams? (Reply hazy, try again)….
I had just met the Tea god and I didn’t want him to think I was too poor to afford the finest tea and tea accessories in the universe.
My dad, George, has always been the hardest working person I know. I remember getting up every morning for school when I was a kid. My mom, Sue, would do everything she could to wake me up nicely: play music, talk softly, and turn on the bathroom heater for me so I wouldn’t be cold….
This deconstruction process was by far, the lowest point in my life. The “we” that we had carefully built was ripped into “yours” and “mine.” Friends who I thought would always be in my life, chose sides and many walked away from our friendship.
Not too long after I became master of my driving domain, I started receiving credit card solicitations in the mail. I had glorious visions of myself: sunglasses-clad, stereo blasting, out on the open road to the mall with the wind whipping through my hair, free at last from the confines of having to pay cash.
For us, living beneath our means is fairly simple. It means we live in an older house that is smaller than what we could actually afford in a neighborhood that, though it is perfectly safe, is probably not as desirable as one we’d like to live in. It means not having cable T.V., and since we never had it to begin with, we don’t even feel like we’re giving anything up. It means cutting out coupons before we go grocery shopping.
I cried along with the fairytale of Trista finding her Prince Charming in Ryan. I laughed at Bob’s goofy antics but was pretty grossed out as he mugged down with every female in close proximity. I was bored to tears as Prince Personality searched for his princess.
Justin would even go out into the driveway and make a few muddy reindeer hoof prints.