I'm finished shopping.
How can you tell? I didn't want to post something one week before Christmas and not be festive about it so the picture is my take on the "festivus" of this.
I'm somewhat reticent about posting this story because it reveals several character flaws which I'm not obligated to reveal but in light of the fact that I've delighted in telling stories of Terry I suppose I will tell.
Yesterday I made a purchase over the telephone after doing my homework on the Internet. I've done this plenty of times before and did not feel at all apprehensive about the procedure. I was in a bit of a hurry as I had nearly forgotten to do this and I needed some flowers delivered yesterday.
The questions were all quite familiar except that after asking for the expiry date she also asked for the last three numbers on the back of the card which I quickly gave her and finished the call. It wasn't until later when we were with friends and we were discussing it that I began to feel uneasy and actually quite worried. Those of you who know me will understand that once I worry I become fixated on my concern.
When we got home I asked Terry if I should call Visa and he said well if your not going to sleep then yes, but I said "no, it'll be fine after all, I initiated the call. Right"? Wrong. I didn't sleep. Terry did. I finally got up and went and laid on the couch waiting for the morning to come so I could call Visa with my concern. I know that they have a 24 hour call line but our bungalow isn't big enough to do that without waking up Terry and he has a cold and I couldn't do that to him.
To make matters worse in the middle of the night as I was fidgeting around I realized that my necklace was missing and I never take it off as it was a gift from Terry. Oh brother, I couldn't do anything about this either because our bungalow isn't soundproof and the wood floors creak in the middle of the night and so I couldn't run around looking for it.
So first thing in the morning I phoned Visa and . . no there had been no unusual purchases made and yes the card was still fine (but as you can see I asked for a new one). The card I had yesterday had just recently been turned into art work. Then I looked for my necklace and there it was nicely put on my dresser. I don't know, I was obviously in a state last night.
I'm actually really very thankful that there wasn't a problem this morning and even though I prayed like the dickens last night I still worried and I don't like that very much about me. Someday I'll list for you the ridiculous things I've worried about for nothing. My Dad was a wonderful and kind man and the only thing I can think of that could be perceived as a character flaw was that he well . . .worried. I'm not the only one in the family that was blessed with this trait and I probably won't be the last.
So, today I have a headache. This morning by 8:00 we were at Starbucks after I got my life sorted out. Terry bought me a very nice mug with his Visa card. All is well. I'm very thankful that God blessed me with a man who doesn't scorn me. I'm very blessed.
Let the week of Christmas begin.
How can you tell? I didn't want to post something one week before Christmas and not be festive about it so the picture is my take on the "festivus" of this.
I'm somewhat reticent about posting this story because it reveals several character flaws which I'm not obligated to reveal but in light of the fact that I've delighted in telling stories of Terry I suppose I will tell.
Yesterday I made a purchase over the telephone after doing my homework on the Internet. I've done this plenty of times before and did not feel at all apprehensive about the procedure. I was in a bit of a hurry as I had nearly forgotten to do this and I needed some flowers delivered yesterday.
The questions were all quite familiar except that after asking for the expiry date she also asked for the last three numbers on the back of the card which I quickly gave her and finished the call. It wasn't until later when we were with friends and we were discussing it that I began to feel uneasy and actually quite worried. Those of you who know me will understand that once I worry I become fixated on my concern.
When we got home I asked Terry if I should call Visa and he said well if your not going to sleep then yes, but I said "no, it'll be fine after all, I initiated the call. Right"? Wrong. I didn't sleep. Terry did. I finally got up and went and laid on the couch waiting for the morning to come so I could call Visa with my concern. I know that they have a 24 hour call line but our bungalow isn't big enough to do that without waking up Terry and he has a cold and I couldn't do that to him.
To make matters worse in the middle of the night as I was fidgeting around I realized that my necklace was missing and I never take it off as it was a gift from Terry. Oh brother, I couldn't do anything about this either because our bungalow isn't soundproof and the wood floors creak in the middle of the night and so I couldn't run around looking for it.
So first thing in the morning I phoned Visa and . . no there had been no unusual purchases made and yes the card was still fine (but as you can see I asked for a new one). The card I had yesterday had just recently been turned into art work. Then I looked for my necklace and there it was nicely put on my dresser. I don't know, I was obviously in a state last night.
I'm actually really very thankful that there wasn't a problem this morning and even though I prayed like the dickens last night I still worried and I don't like that very much about me. Someday I'll list for you the ridiculous things I've worried about for nothing. My Dad was a wonderful and kind man and the only thing I can think of that could be perceived as a character flaw was that he well . . .worried. I'm not the only one in the family that was blessed with this trait and I probably won't be the last.
So, today I have a headache. This morning by 8:00 we were at Starbucks after I got my life sorted out. Terry bought me a very nice mug with his Visa card. All is well. I'm very thankful that God blessed me with a man who doesn't scorn me. I'm very blessed.
Let the week of Christmas begin.
Lovella, I understand the art of worrying, and hating it! Yesterday, I had a pop up saying that I needed to upgrade my Norton online antivirus protector. Okay, I want to stay current and safe, so I start the ardious task of pressing "ok", "I agree", "download", ... and then half way through, I start thinking that this would be the perfect scam to send viruses. Panicking, I stop the procedure that is claiming it has to clear out any other versions. Feeling a great relief that I hadn't actually changed anything, or added any unwanted villians to my computer, I go to bed. The next morning, there are major notices about my active X program being corrupted, and that Norton has been compromised. What does this mean? I go onto the internet, and type in my passwords, only for them to say that my visa has expired and they need updated info. Again my suspicious nature kicks in and I wonder, why do they need my card number again?? Is it another scam? Well, the computer is buzzing and beeping reminding me my virus protector is not functioning, the screen is flashing for more personal security, and I am wondering if this is the work of evil. I get over it because my pride says not to run and get the hubby to figure this one out. Afteral, I was the one who went to the Norton website! So, I divulged my blood type, grandmother's maiden name, the weight of my forth born child, and the expirary date of my visa card. The computer quieted, I downloaded the more updated version, and there was peace on earth again, well at least in my office. So far, no evil plague has hit my computer, but my bank account is empty. It was headed that way anyway! I like your visa tree. I probably should have done that about two weeks ago! Have a wonderfully peaceful week!
ReplyDeleteLovella, I absolutely LOVE your blog! You are so creative and humorous in your story-telling, and always have an encouraging or relate-able message. Thanks for the glimpses into your life and home. Have a VERY blessed, worry free Christmas.
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Haha ya I totally understand. Man! Don't you hate those moments, of worrying for nothing? Grr...
ReplyDeleteOh and btw I love the quilt you made. Wish I could do something like that, but I don't think I have the patience to be honest but I love being creative, so maybe some day I'll do it.
Hi Lovella,
ReplyDeleteI haven't checked out your blog for some time, but it's always fun to catch up when I do. Thank you for sharing a part of your life in this way. I can totally relate to this "worrying" thing. I remember about a year ago being totally engrossed in a "worry" about something (even though I was praying about it). I get to the point where I think I have to help God out and that just makes things worse. Well, when God did work everything out after all, I was so thankful and somehow realized that it was so wrong for me to pray and worry. Also, around that time Romans 15:13 came to my attention and I decided to take it as my verse for 2006, whenever I would worry about something... "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." God wants to give up His peace, but we need to trust Him to take care of the details. Put that letter in the mailbox and trust that the mail system will deliver it...no taking it back. I feel with you and hope this verse helps you too.
I was walking with a friend this morning who talked about going to a wedding tonite. Brings back memories of four years ago, doesn't it?
I wish you and your family a blessed Christmas filled with the joy and hope that Christ came to give.
Anneliese