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All I want is Bread Crumbs and Parmesan Cheese!

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A few weeks ago I thought that going grocery shopping on a Friday night was a good idea.  I’m not sure what possessed me to think this.  In the future I may avoid Friday night shopping like a plague.  After my kids were done with their piano lessons we went to three stores.  In a frazzled moment in the checkout line I realized I had forgotten to get bread crumbs and parmesan cheese that I needed for a recipe I was making.  But all is well, I thought, I’ll get them at my next stop.  OK, so I’ve been in this wacky season of still transitioning and nothing is the normal to me.  I found myself at my last stop overwhelmed by the amount of people in the store, and lost because nothing in this particular store was where I thought it should be located.  My youngest daughter and I started making a chant up about “All I want is Parmesan Cheese and Bread Crumbs.”  I stopped three different employees of this store and none of them seemed to care I w...

Grocery Shopping Argument

Several months ago Dan and I got into a fairly heated argument. Really now the argument seems silly but at the time we were both pretty mad. He wanted to start going grocery shopping with me. I know that it sounds odd that I had such an issue with it. But in my head, I saw it differently. I don’t work a typical 9-5 job, I could go when he was at work and it wasn’t something he needed to be bothered with. I have my couponing, stores, and products down to a science. I didn’t want him coming in and messing with my system. My system works so why mess with something so efficient? I argued my point, and got nowhere. Dan wasn’t moving from his desire to come with me, and I finally had to yield. Many struggle with this scripture. Ephesians 5:21 (ESV)21 submitting to one another out of reverence for Christ. Sure I could have argued my point for hours, and to be honest I probably argued a bit too long over this. This scripture doesn’t mean you become a doormat. It doesn’t mean you don’t do an...