Light Bulb Moment

I'm getting all my chickens turkeys in a row, I should say I'm planning my ATTACK! It's the weekend before the big day and I'm not talkin' about Thanksgiving. That's under control... I have my menu planned, I have "most" of the ingredients in house and I even have the dishes out that I'm using this year.

The attack I'm gearing up for is Black Friday. That day when you get up early, fight the crowds and get the bargains of the season. Well, that's what I've always thought. I'm just saying I had an epiphany when I realized that I could get the special buy on the boots if I bought them today... how could that be???

Black Friday's price $39.50/regular price $79.00)

Black Friday's price $19.99/regular price $69.00

That's a total of $60+ tax. So this morning after I had read the paper, checked my Facebook and email, looked at how many comments I had on yesterdays' blog...I looked at Belks' ad.

It said the boot was $47.50 (40% off) today...

... and this one was $34.99 (50% off) today.

THAT comes to $82.50+tax. I used my Belk coupons to subtract $30 off my purchase...that made the boots cost $52.49... LESS than Black Friday's prices!!! Whoo Hoo!

That made me do the HaPpY DaNcE!

I plan on sleeping in then having a leisurely breakfast 10ish!!!

The Worry Box

I have a "worry box" in my head. It's for storing big stuff and little stuff, my worries and worries for the ones I love. Right now it's full of relationship worries. Someone I love has a broken heart and I'm feeling it too. He's too young to have a broken anything. In fact he was 6 a blink ago.

He was swimming like a fish in the pool. He was spending the night at Nana and Papa's. He was playing cars and riding his bike. So how can it be he's now juggling work, school and relationships?

About 16 is when it starts getting complicated. Up till then, it's pretty easy... homework, friends and riding your bike. Then one day you just wake up and you have responsibility. As much as I want to help, this time I can't. It's gonna take more than Bactine and a bandaid.

Backroads

Daddy, his brother Walton and cousins Luster and Herman...

(deer hunting season, 1949)

I love to take short cuts, the backroads that cut off miles or time to my trips. No matter where we have lived, I have found an easier path to the places I go most often. My trip to town now is mostly country. It takes 5-10 minutes tops to get into Rogers and then maybe another 5 minutes to the grocery store. If I go 2nd Street to Walnut there are 6 stoplights. If I go the back way...there is only 1. I save time and gas. Like that way best.

When we lived in Springdale, it was twice that many lights if I went the path that all the other "rabbits" followed. But I didn't go that way. If I went down Silent Grove Road, by the old pump station I got to see a pretty little creek and the trees hung over the road like a lane in Merry Old England. I've never been to England, but I have seen pictures and they look just like the back way!

I inherited the love of backroads from my Dad. He knew every dirt road in Boone County and knew people all along those roads that he hunted with. It's deer season in Arkansas and this morning you could hear the sound of guns in the distance. It was my Dad's favorite time of the year and he looked forward to being in the "deer woods." There's a sereneness to the woods, just the sound of your footsteps. You are alone with your thoughts and all around you are the things that God has provided for your pleasure. It's a time to reflect on what's really important in your life. Even if you don't bring home a deer you come back a new person.