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January 19, 2024
Mac’s Moments – Sober Minded
Greetings,
The Bible speaks many times in both the New and Old Testament to be sober-minded. A Baptist friend claims this is the reason we shouldn’t drink alcoholic beverages. I find stories told by men my age mentioning stupid incidents of youth, it usually starts, “We were drinking one night.” This confirms the warning in the Bible is true. The overindulgence in the fruits of the wine will distort your thinking and provide a fabricated gumption to perform feats not readily tried sober-minded.
However, to argue that the phrase “sober-minded,” only relates to alcohol, views the Bible in a very narrow definition. Examining the thought behind sober-minded in the context of the Bible as a whole, means we should be deliberate in our deeds. This means thinking through ideas entering our minds and working out the best course of action given the circumstances.
In sixty-five years of life, I find there are many stimulants to stir the mind into a frenzy of unintended consequences. These include pride which comes before the fall, selfishness, greed, anger, and even love.
Anger seems to be the most prevalent throughout society. I heard someone postulate that you see a person's true feelings when they are angry. Then again, anyone married for more than five minutes knows that in anger we say things we don’t mean just to hurt the other person in the moment. Anger alters our mind and we do things that we would not normally do. Strangely, this doesn’t make the fuming person less angry and it sends the receiver into an equally angry state.
Love makes us accept norms that we may not under normal circumstances. Love acts like an intoxicant clouding our judgment, especially new love. We see the effects when hearing of an abusive spouse not pressing charges against their abuser or the parent enabling a child's drug addiction in fear of losing them. If it wasn’t for love, my wife may have killed me many years ago for being so annoying.
The Bible teaches us to love God with all our hearts and love our neighbor as ourselves. To love God and neighbor properly, we must be strong, emotionally, financially, and spiritually. This means living our lives sober-minded and being intentional with our very existence. This is no truer than when we are loving God with all our hearts or loving our neighbor as we love ourselves.
Please review my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com to learn more about me and my books.
God bless,
Danny Mac
The Bible speaks many times in both the New and Old Testament to be sober-minded. A Baptist friend claims this is the reason we shouldn’t drink alcoholic beverages. I find stories told by men my age mentioning stupid incidents of youth, it usually starts, “We were drinking one night.” This confirms the warning in the Bible is true. The overindulgence in the fruits of the wine will distort your thinking and provide a fabricated gumption to perform feats not readily tried sober-minded.
However, to argue that the phrase “sober-minded,” only relates to alcohol, views the Bible in a very narrow definition. Examining the thought behind sober-minded in the context of the Bible as a whole, means we should be deliberate in our deeds. This means thinking through ideas entering our minds and working out the best course of action given the circumstances.
In sixty-five years of life, I find there are many stimulants to stir the mind into a frenzy of unintended consequences. These include pride which comes before the fall, selfishness, greed, anger, and even love.
Anger seems to be the most prevalent throughout society. I heard someone postulate that you see a person's true feelings when they are angry. Then again, anyone married for more than five minutes knows that in anger we say things we don’t mean just to hurt the other person in the moment. Anger alters our mind and we do things that we would not normally do. Strangely, this doesn’t make the fuming person less angry and it sends the receiver into an equally angry state.
Love makes us accept norms that we may not under normal circumstances. Love acts like an intoxicant clouding our judgment, especially new love. We see the effects when hearing of an abusive spouse not pressing charges against their abuser or the parent enabling a child's drug addiction in fear of losing them. If it wasn’t for love, my wife may have killed me many years ago for being so annoying.
The Bible teaches us to love God with all our hearts and love our neighbor as ourselves. To love God and neighbor properly, we must be strong, emotionally, financially, and spiritually. This means living our lives sober-minded and being intentional with our very existence. This is no truer than when we are loving God with all our hearts or loving our neighbor as we love ourselves.
Please review my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com to learn more about me and my books.
God bless,
Danny Mac
January 12, 2024
Mac’s Moments – Annoying
Happy New Year,
Sometime early in our nearly thirty years of matrimony, I bought Tammy a bumper sticker that reads “Marriage is finding that special person to annoy the rest of your life.” As amusing as this turn of phrase sounds, there is a large truth found in the laughter.
We annoy each other at every opportunity. She likes talking softly from the other end of the house to see if I can hear, comprehend, and reply accordingly. I prefer bringing up old stories like the deer incident and endless dad jokes. Most of the time we say or do something with only minor irritation. On rare occasions, these actions rise to hurt the other and yet we still come together at the end of the day. Most provocations come from unintentional actions and others from intentional words or deeds. Tammy is convinced I am the only husband who likes picking on his wife.
How do two people live together while constantly annoying each other? I am reminded of a baseball award given out every year in the name of the most losing pitcher of all time. The award is called Cy Young who just happens to be the most winning pitcher of all time, by far.
To annoy a spouse for a lifetime, there has to be an overwhelming amount of love and care through intentional actions toward each other. Paul writes how spouses should submit to each other out of reverence for Christ. It is this love of God that drives us to love each other for nearly three decades. It is our human nature to annoy each other for the same amount of time.
For as long as we live, we will annoy one another. By God’s grace, we can live with annoyance because our love is stronger than the irritation we create. It is grace that tempers our selfishness while overflowing the marriage with love.
My advice to young people looking at marriage is to examine your relationship while asking the question, “Can I live fifty-plus years with this person annoying me every day.”
Check out my newest book on my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Sometime early in our nearly thirty years of matrimony, I bought Tammy a bumper sticker that reads “Marriage is finding that special person to annoy the rest of your life.” As amusing as this turn of phrase sounds, there is a large truth found in the laughter.
We annoy each other at every opportunity. She likes talking softly from the other end of the house to see if I can hear, comprehend, and reply accordingly. I prefer bringing up old stories like the deer incident and endless dad jokes. Most of the time we say or do something with only minor irritation. On rare occasions, these actions rise to hurt the other and yet we still come together at the end of the day. Most provocations come from unintentional actions and others from intentional words or deeds. Tammy is convinced I am the only husband who likes picking on his wife.
How do two people live together while constantly annoying each other? I am reminded of a baseball award given out every year in the name of the most losing pitcher of all time. The award is called Cy Young who just happens to be the most winning pitcher of all time, by far.
To annoy a spouse for a lifetime, there has to be an overwhelming amount of love and care through intentional actions toward each other. Paul writes how spouses should submit to each other out of reverence for Christ. It is this love of God that drives us to love each other for nearly three decades. It is our human nature to annoy each other for the same amount of time.
For as long as we live, we will annoy one another. By God’s grace, we can live with annoyance because our love is stronger than the irritation we create. It is grace that tempers our selfishness while overflowing the marriage with love.
My advice to young people looking at marriage is to examine your relationship while asking the question, “Can I live fifty-plus years with this person annoying me every day.”
Check out my newest book on my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
January 6, 2024
Mac’s Moments – Impatience
Happy New Year,
There are moments in everybody’s lives when they exhibit impatience. For most people, this feeling of aggravation manifests itself infrequently throughout the week. There are some, where they stay calm even in the most trying circumstances. Then, we encounter people who lavish in impatience while demanding you stay patient with them. We call this last group entitled.
Living with Tammy for nearly thirty years, I find cooking tests her patience. It is seconded only to living with me and my strange thoughts tormenting her as the greatest threat to her patience. For myself, when an inanimate object fails to perform as wanted causes my blood pressure to spike. It seems situations where she has no control drives her to frustration and things that I should control and don’t drives me to exasperation.
Most recently, the can opener failed to maintain the groove for removing the lid. I tried again with bad words spoken under my breath and a much harder grip. This causes the can to flip over as I press much too hard. It is at that point I want to take the can to the garage and chop it open with an axe.
There is one who resides in our house with the attitude we are all put on the Earth to serve her every whim. If there was a picture definition of an impatient being wanting everyone to be patient with her, our dog, Ginger, would be smirking with joy over the acknowledgment. I let her out and she gives a quiet bark to come back into the house. She gives three, maybe four seconds before she unleashes a barrage of howls and yelps for me not moving fast enough.
I only know of one man to whom I can say he was perfectly patient in all things. We all have our triggers that spike the entitlement in us and we want what we want, when we want it. Furthermore, we expect the universe to bend to our will until we receive it. I know this is a daily problem for me. As I grow in the Spirit of God, I overcome this human trait.
Check out my newest book on my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
There are moments in everybody’s lives when they exhibit impatience. For most people, this feeling of aggravation manifests itself infrequently throughout the week. There are some, where they stay calm even in the most trying circumstances. Then, we encounter people who lavish in impatience while demanding you stay patient with them. We call this last group entitled.
Living with Tammy for nearly thirty years, I find cooking tests her patience. It is seconded only to living with me and my strange thoughts tormenting her as the greatest threat to her patience. For myself, when an inanimate object fails to perform as wanted causes my blood pressure to spike. It seems situations where she has no control drives her to frustration and things that I should control and don’t drives me to exasperation.
Most recently, the can opener failed to maintain the groove for removing the lid. I tried again with bad words spoken under my breath and a much harder grip. This causes the can to flip over as I press much too hard. It is at that point I want to take the can to the garage and chop it open with an axe.
There is one who resides in our house with the attitude we are all put on the Earth to serve her every whim. If there was a picture definition of an impatient being wanting everyone to be patient with her, our dog, Ginger, would be smirking with joy over the acknowledgment. I let her out and she gives a quiet bark to come back into the house. She gives three, maybe four seconds before she unleashes a barrage of howls and yelps for me not moving fast enough.
I only know of one man to whom I can say he was perfectly patient in all things. We all have our triggers that spike the entitlement in us and we want what we want, when we want it. Furthermore, we expect the universe to bend to our will until we receive it. I know this is a daily problem for me. As I grow in the Spirit of God, I overcome this human trait.
Check out my newest book on my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
December 30, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Resolutions
Greetings,
It is that time of year when people make promises to themselves regarding enhancements in their lives. They will sometimes share these objectives with friends and family to help their resolve to improve upon their day-to-day disposition.
Through many years of living, I have heard various laudable goals set by friends and family. The most common goal was to lose weight in the New Year. People finding a better job was projected often when my clothing was considered hip. Then as middle age settled upon my years, it seemed healthy living and eating rightly made the top of the list. Peppered throughout all these were goals of reading more, loving better, and weight loss.
I was never one to dwell on such things, but the New Year would make me reflect on my past and seek my future. I never liked making resolutions because within a couple of weeks after the celebrations, they were all but forgotten.
It was a little more than forty years ago, that God came into my life and throughout the majority of my life, I kept one resolution. That is to grow closer to Christ with every day. It’s hard to see from one day to the next, but looking back on the forty-plus years, I see where God changed me to reflect his glory.
I am still a very poor reflection akin to a dusty broken mirror, but his light shines more today than it did yesterday. And so, my New Year’s resolution for 2024 is to grow closer to God and become more Christ-like with every passing day. This year, I ask everyone to pray as my FIL lives out the remainder of his days as the cancer in his brain slowly takes his life.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
It is that time of year when people make promises to themselves regarding enhancements in their lives. They will sometimes share these objectives with friends and family to help their resolve to improve upon their day-to-day disposition.
Through many years of living, I have heard various laudable goals set by friends and family. The most common goal was to lose weight in the New Year. People finding a better job was projected often when my clothing was considered hip. Then as middle age settled upon my years, it seemed healthy living and eating rightly made the top of the list. Peppered throughout all these were goals of reading more, loving better, and weight loss.
I was never one to dwell on such things, but the New Year would make me reflect on my past and seek my future. I never liked making resolutions because within a couple of weeks after the celebrations, they were all but forgotten.
It was a little more than forty years ago, that God came into my life and throughout the majority of my life, I kept one resolution. That is to grow closer to Christ with every day. It’s hard to see from one day to the next, but looking back on the forty-plus years, I see where God changed me to reflect his glory.
I am still a very poor reflection akin to a dusty broken mirror, but his light shines more today than it did yesterday. And so, my New Year’s resolution for 2024 is to grow closer to God and become more Christ-like with every passing day. This year, I ask everyone to pray as my FIL lives out the remainder of his days as the cancer in his brain slowly takes his life.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
December 22, 2023
My Dog is a Karen – Ginger’s Rant
Happy Friday Everyone,
Married nearly thirty years, I found life goes smoother when the wife is happy. Tammy likes my dog stories, especially the ones where Ginger voices her concerns over her maltreatment and my failure to recognize her royal leadership of our house. Merry Christmas to my loving wife, here is Ginger’s rant in her own words.
Dad is at it again. His total lack of respect shown to me burns me up. This week demonstrated a total lack of regard towards me and my ever-alertness to the dangers surrounding my home. The other day, he would not let me out because the neighbor's dog was wearing fighting clothes. Only I knew this meant he was preparing for war against my subjects I allowed to live with me, and I considered kicking him out of my family.
The whole family left me home alone last week for most of the day. Dad comes home without Mom. “How could you leave Mom without my protection? Where did you take her?” My duly noted anxiety of Mom not coming home with him is met with a nonchalant, “I was only gone a half hour,” and “She went Christmas shopping with sister,” as he put away the groceries.
My Dad is still breaking my cookies in half for the last pee-pee of the day even though millions of my adoring fans request him not to do so. My friends, it gets worse than that. The other day he held his hand like it held a treat to entice me to follow him. I quietly walk behind him and sit patiently while he hooks the leash, and it totally shocks me when he opens his hand. It’s void of any treat. There is no cookie at all in the empty hand of this devilish conniver.
After this last stunt, I determined to kick him out of the family at this latest show of rudeness, but then he scratched me on my head. Mom and Sister have a loving, fun rub, but a Dad scratch dives deep into my skull. It tickles my brain and sends shivers down my back. My eyes roll up to the top of my head to meet the deep massage entering my soul and decide to keep him for another week. I can’t kick him out because he is the only one to give deep scalp scratches to soothe my heart.
About the picture: Ginger staring intently for Mom and Sister to arrive home safely.
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Married nearly thirty years, I found life goes smoother when the wife is happy. Tammy likes my dog stories, especially the ones where Ginger voices her concerns over her maltreatment and my failure to recognize her royal leadership of our house. Merry Christmas to my loving wife, here is Ginger’s rant in her own words.
Dad is at it again. His total lack of respect shown to me burns me up. This week demonstrated a total lack of regard towards me and my ever-alertness to the dangers surrounding my home. The other day, he would not let me out because the neighbor's dog was wearing fighting clothes. Only I knew this meant he was preparing for war against my subjects I allowed to live with me, and I considered kicking him out of my family.
The whole family left me home alone last week for most of the day. Dad comes home without Mom. “How could you leave Mom without my protection? Where did you take her?” My duly noted anxiety of Mom not coming home with him is met with a nonchalant, “I was only gone a half hour,” and “She went Christmas shopping with sister,” as he put away the groceries.
My Dad is still breaking my cookies in half for the last pee-pee of the day even though millions of my adoring fans request him not to do so. My friends, it gets worse than that. The other day he held his hand like it held a treat to entice me to follow him. I quietly walk behind him and sit patiently while he hooks the leash, and it totally shocks me when he opens his hand. It’s void of any treat. There is no cookie at all in the empty hand of this devilish conniver.
After this last stunt, I determined to kick him out of the family at this latest show of rudeness, but then he scratched me on my head. Mom and Sister have a loving, fun rub, but a Dad scratch dives deep into my skull. It tickles my brain and sends shivers down my back. My eyes roll up to the top of my head to meet the deep massage entering my soul and decide to keep him for another week. I can’t kick him out because he is the only one to give deep scalp scratches to soothe my heart.
About the picture: Ginger staring intently for Mom and Sister to arrive home safely.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
December 15, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Writing Fail
Greetings,
For the past couple of months, since my FIL went into the nursing home for end-of-life care, I found it too distracting to write anything. We visited him several times a week because my MIL found it draining to leave the house only for him to sleep the visit away. The painkillers and other meds kept him as comfortable as possible with brain cancer.
I used to write or edit three days a week for an hour or two each time furthering my latest project. The most recent was a collection of short stories from the past twenty years. However, the editing process proved to be disabling upon looking at the screen and not being able to project the words in front of me. I have tried but nothing could escape my mind into coherent sentences. My weekly writing shrunk to an hour on my weekly blog and it too, became a drain on me to an empty shell.
Tammy, my wife, wants another My Entitled Dog story. Every time I sit down to create another fanciful yarn from the perspective of our dog, all thoughts dry up upon sitting with the keyboard beneath my fingers. I would love to provide one for Christmas and will try next week for it.
The ideas for new storylines still float in my mind for future tales of humanity. Currently, there is one involving a woman reminiscing from her youth with sweetness and impending dread. She has been dating a man for six months when he makes a witty sarcastic remark about her body. She turns to see a wry smile cross his face. She states, “You are a P.I.A.” Then her mind instantly remembers her mother calling her father that her whole life and then questions if he will be her pain for the next fifty years. I cannot quite put this into story format, but the plot is thick in my head.
I don’t know if other authors have experienced this before, if so, I am open to suggestions on how to rid this funk from my life.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
For the past couple of months, since my FIL went into the nursing home for end-of-life care, I found it too distracting to write anything. We visited him several times a week because my MIL found it draining to leave the house only for him to sleep the visit away. The painkillers and other meds kept him as comfortable as possible with brain cancer.
I used to write or edit three days a week for an hour or two each time furthering my latest project. The most recent was a collection of short stories from the past twenty years. However, the editing process proved to be disabling upon looking at the screen and not being able to project the words in front of me. I have tried but nothing could escape my mind into coherent sentences. My weekly writing shrunk to an hour on my weekly blog and it too, became a drain on me to an empty shell.
Tammy, my wife, wants another My Entitled Dog story. Every time I sit down to create another fanciful yarn from the perspective of our dog, all thoughts dry up upon sitting with the keyboard beneath my fingers. I would love to provide one for Christmas and will try next week for it.
The ideas for new storylines still float in my mind for future tales of humanity. Currently, there is one involving a woman reminiscing from her youth with sweetness and impending dread. She has been dating a man for six months when he makes a witty sarcastic remark about her body. She turns to see a wry smile cross his face. She states, “You are a P.I.A.” Then her mind instantly remembers her mother calling her father that her whole life and then questions if he will be her pain for the next fifty years. I cannot quite put this into story format, but the plot is thick in my head.
I don’t know if other authors have experienced this before, if so, I am open to suggestions on how to rid this funk from my life.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
December 8, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Faith
Greetings,
I heard many times from preachers that I should have a defense of my faith. As my FIL finishes his life in a nursing home, I have contemplated this more than ever. He was resting well on our last visit although the medicine can only moderate the pain of the growing brain tumor.
Many decades ago, I spent several years looking for the answers to “Who is God?” I read some of the Bible but it made absolutely no sense in the moment. I sought expert opinions in the way of preachers, elders, and other learned voices. Far too often, I heard verses thrown back at me without context. The most popular was John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”
I thought to myself, “If it lacked meaning reading the verse, it had less value hearing it.” I continued my search until one day as gave up my hunt, and God entered my life at its lowest point. It was upon reading and hearing his word with the Holy Spirit interpreting it for me, that it came to life in my daily walk.
In this this experience I answer when someone asks me why I think God is real. I only saw contradictions and hypocritical statements in a rather large book of nonsense before God to feel a loving God wanting the best for me after receiving the Holy Spirit. There is a Proverb that states the fear of the Lord is the beginning of understanding.
You see we do not fear objects that are not real. When God became real to me, his enormous presence dropped fully down on me. I understood his greatness and that instilled fear of God in me. This fear was quickly overcome by his love flooding into my life and with the love, and understanding of his words. I still have a lot to learn about God and his wants for me, but trust Him for the proper instructions.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
I heard many times from preachers that I should have a defense of my faith. As my FIL finishes his life in a nursing home, I have contemplated this more than ever. He was resting well on our last visit although the medicine can only moderate the pain of the growing brain tumor.
Many decades ago, I spent several years looking for the answers to “Who is God?” I read some of the Bible but it made absolutely no sense in the moment. I sought expert opinions in the way of preachers, elders, and other learned voices. Far too often, I heard verses thrown back at me without context. The most popular was John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”
I thought to myself, “If it lacked meaning reading the verse, it had less value hearing it.” I continued my search until one day as gave up my hunt, and God entered my life at its lowest point. It was upon reading and hearing his word with the Holy Spirit interpreting it for me, that it came to life in my daily walk.
In this this experience I answer when someone asks me why I think God is real. I only saw contradictions and hypocritical statements in a rather large book of nonsense before God to feel a loving God wanting the best for me after receiving the Holy Spirit. There is a Proverb that states the fear of the Lord is the beginning of understanding.
You see we do not fear objects that are not real. When God became real to me, his enormous presence dropped fully down on me. I understood his greatness and that instilled fear of God in me. This fear was quickly overcome by his love flooding into my life and with the love, and understanding of his words. I still have a lot to learn about God and his wants for me, but trust Him for the proper instructions.
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events.
God bless,
Danny Mac
December 1, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Colors
Greetings,
Pop is just as cranky as always but given his circumstances, I would be just as grumpy. We brought him pretzels and cheese-filled crackers this week which seem to cheer him up. These are his favorite junk foods and he smiled at us.
In my world, there are only eight colors. My wardrobe boasts this philosophy of blah. All my pants come are solid blue, black, or tan. I buy shirts with all the colors in my universe, some plain, plaid, and even Hawaiian style. I pull a pair of pants out of the closet knowing whatever shirt lands in my hand will match for the cool stylings of a middle-aged man barking at the door of old age.
Almost thirty years ago, I married a woman who sees the world in a multitude of colors. She claims some colors shouldn’t go together. She will ask me if the color of the shirt matches the skirt she is wearing. In the first years of matrimony, I would pick a color and she would consider it. After a couple of years, she picked the one I didn’t choose. After all these years she still asks me about her clothing. I now reply, “It depends on where you are going and what you are doing.”
Tammy is the creative one in the house. She likes taking trash and making it into treasure, thus her brand name, T’s Trashy Treasure Art. She repurposes old soup cans and glass bottles to paint them into folk art to sell. This past year, she began dripping paint over objects to make beautiful ornaments and table art. The most recent projects that bury her in the craft room reveal scenic paintings from the depths of her mind. They are really good in my humble opinion.
However, she will ask what shade of blue goes best with her base coat on the painting. They look the same to me. I suggest painting one with each hue which only gets me in trouble because that is not how art works. Why does she still ask me about colors knowing I do not know such things?
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events. Please follow T’s Trashy Treasure Art on Facebook.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Pop is just as cranky as always but given his circumstances, I would be just as grumpy. We brought him pretzels and cheese-filled crackers this week which seem to cheer him up. These are his favorite junk foods and he smiled at us.
In my world, there are only eight colors. My wardrobe boasts this philosophy of blah. All my pants come are solid blue, black, or tan. I buy shirts with all the colors in my universe, some plain, plaid, and even Hawaiian style. I pull a pair of pants out of the closet knowing whatever shirt lands in my hand will match for the cool stylings of a middle-aged man barking at the door of old age.
Almost thirty years ago, I married a woman who sees the world in a multitude of colors. She claims some colors shouldn’t go together. She will ask me if the color of the shirt matches the skirt she is wearing. In the first years of matrimony, I would pick a color and she would consider it. After a couple of years, she picked the one I didn’t choose. After all these years she still asks me about her clothing. I now reply, “It depends on where you are going and what you are doing.”
Tammy is the creative one in the house. She likes taking trash and making it into treasure, thus her brand name, T’s Trashy Treasure Art. She repurposes old soup cans and glass bottles to paint them into folk art to sell. This past year, she began dripping paint over objects to make beautiful ornaments and table art. The most recent projects that bury her in the craft room reveal scenic paintings from the depths of her mind. They are really good in my humble opinion.
However, she will ask what shade of blue goes best with her base coat on the painting. They look the same to me. I suggest painting one with each hue which only gets me in trouble because that is not how art works. Why does she still ask me about colors knowing I do not know such things?
My author page at www.dannymacauthor.com offers insights into my books and upcoming events. Please follow T’s Trashy Treasure Art on Facebook.
God bless,
Danny Mac
November 24, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Shopping
Death to the Devil's Dragon: Flying People Series Book 4Greetings,
Pop made it through another week. He was up and eating when we arrived last. We made a plate of Thanksgiving meal to take over today. Thank you to everyone who has been praying for us.
Tuesday brought my wife to the peak of excitement with Thanksgiving just two days away. We spent the morning with her repeatedly announcing the plans and schedule for the turkey. Then our daughter took Tammy shopping. They left the house at ten in the morning only needing a few things from the grocery store. Four hours later they returned from their excursion into shopping.
Our favorite grocery store sits twenty minutes from our house. It takes me twenty minutes to gather everything on an extensive list and return within the hour. If Tammy comes with me, it takes forty minutes in the store. She takes even longer when shopping for clothes and items for the house.
Like a good number of women, my wife is a shopper. She will pick our usual brand and compare it to other brands and sizes. After examining for a few minutes, she drops the usual item in the cart for purchase. This picky selection of goods more than doubles the time for the shopping experience. I will pick things on the list, gather them, and place them in the cart to expedite the gathering of the list.
Tammy claims I do not shop, I buy. Almost thirty years ago, I required a new belt. We stop by the big blue box store with smiley faces and buy one in under five minutes. She still holds it against me to this day that she made it in and out of the giant store in such a quick fashion. She still suffers withdrawals from the distasteful experience.
I pride myself on how fast I can get in and out of a store. For a while there, I made a list of goods on a spreadsheet to arrange them in order to match the layout of the store. One might see me weaving in and out of the lanes, around slow-moving people, just to set a new record of minimal time.
Tammy views my buying habits as distasteful and maybe even a little ill-moral. For me to follow her around a store while she peruses every item in the multitude of selections is a fate far worse than anything Torquemada could demonstrate.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
Pop made it through another week. He was up and eating when we arrived last. We made a plate of Thanksgiving meal to take over today. Thank you to everyone who has been praying for us.
Tuesday brought my wife to the peak of excitement with Thanksgiving just two days away. We spent the morning with her repeatedly announcing the plans and schedule for the turkey. Then our daughter took Tammy shopping. They left the house at ten in the morning only needing a few things from the grocery store. Four hours later they returned from their excursion into shopping.
Our favorite grocery store sits twenty minutes from our house. It takes me twenty minutes to gather everything on an extensive list and return within the hour. If Tammy comes with me, it takes forty minutes in the store. She takes even longer when shopping for clothes and items for the house.
Like a good number of women, my wife is a shopper. She will pick our usual brand and compare it to other brands and sizes. After examining for a few minutes, she drops the usual item in the cart for purchase. This picky selection of goods more than doubles the time for the shopping experience. I will pick things on the list, gather them, and place them in the cart to expedite the gathering of the list.
Tammy claims I do not shop, I buy. Almost thirty years ago, I required a new belt. We stop by the big blue box store with smiley faces and buy one in under five minutes. She still holds it against me to this day that she made it in and out of the giant store in such a quick fashion. She still suffers withdrawals from the distasteful experience.
I pride myself on how fast I can get in and out of a store. For a while there, I made a list of goods on a spreadsheet to arrange them in order to match the layout of the store. One might see me weaving in and out of the lanes, around slow-moving people, just to set a new record of minimal time.
Tammy views my buying habits as distasteful and maybe even a little ill-moral. For me to follow her around a store while she peruses every item in the multitude of selections is a fate far worse than anything Torquemada could demonstrate.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
November 10, 2023
Mac’s Moments – Mom Time
Greetings,
First a quick update on my FIL. He is resting with a multitude of drugs and yet complains his headaches are increasing. We try to visit him daily but he is minimally responsive to our attendance. It is heartbreaking to see him lying there in pain barely acknowledging our visit.
I grew up in a house with a five-foot-nothing mother who ran the house with an iron fist. She raised five children to adulthood who do very well for themselves. I remember being yelled at for not moving fast enough per her command. The house ran on mom time.
Almost thirty years ago I married the love of my life. Ten years later she gave birth to a wonderful daughter and I saw Tammy develop her own mom time. Now our adult daughter sometimes faces trouble for not accomplishing chores around the house in the moment mom wants them done. On one such occasion, our childless child rolled her eyes at Tammy for not having completed a particular task and I mentioned mom time.
Mom time applies to me but I can get around it because I am quickly turning into a cantankerous old coot. Picture me cooking supper in the kitchen and mom decides that is the best time to organize the cupboard. One good growl from me interrupts the mom time and she decides maybe this isn’t the best time.
Mind you the house runs better on mom time than having everyone doing their own thing. That doesn’t mean we have to like it in all moments. The biggest problem comes from her mother living with us and having her own mom time. Sometimes the two different mom times collide with some fireworks.
Please visit my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com and feel free to share this blog with friends and leave a comment below.
God bless,
Danny Mac
First a quick update on my FIL. He is resting with a multitude of drugs and yet complains his headaches are increasing. We try to visit him daily but he is minimally responsive to our attendance. It is heartbreaking to see him lying there in pain barely acknowledging our visit.
I grew up in a house with a five-foot-nothing mother who ran the house with an iron fist. She raised five children to adulthood who do very well for themselves. I remember being yelled at for not moving fast enough per her command. The house ran on mom time.
Almost thirty years ago I married the love of my life. Ten years later she gave birth to a wonderful daughter and I saw Tammy develop her own mom time. Now our adult daughter sometimes faces trouble for not accomplishing chores around the house in the moment mom wants them done. On one such occasion, our childless child rolled her eyes at Tammy for not having completed a particular task and I mentioned mom time.
Mom time applies to me but I can get around it because I am quickly turning into a cantankerous old coot. Picture me cooking supper in the kitchen and mom decides that is the best time to organize the cupboard. One good growl from me interrupts the mom time and she decides maybe this isn’t the best time.
Mind you the house runs better on mom time than having everyone doing their own thing. That doesn’t mean we have to like it in all moments. The biggest problem comes from her mother living with us and having her own mom time. Sometimes the two different mom times collide with some fireworks.
Please visit my author page at www.dannymacauthor.com and feel free to share this blog with friends and leave a comment below.
God bless,
Danny Mac
