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To My Best Friend
Hello everyone,
This Saturday represents twenty-eight years of marriage to a woman God chose for me. She is the only person in this world who understands me and can live with my good and bad times. I hear other couples mention many fights they have with their spouse and we look at each other wondering why. We only had three fights in all our years married with the first happening before we made our vows.
Through the years we annoyed each other regularly and even changed to find new ways to aggravate each other. Yet, somehow, we managed to love each other despite our faults. Our first date came on July First and in September we became engaged. University caused us to wait until spring break to marry. It seemed like we fit each other. We matched in all the right ways. Where our personalities clashed, it didn’t seem to matter.
My best guess, she is my best friend in my life outside of Jesus. I don’t know how many years we have together, but I do know I will cherish every moment with her. She is my confidant, lover, friend, and partner in life.
Did I mention my dog is a Karen? The northern Ohio weather took a drastic change this week from snow and blustery to sunshine and spring-like temperatures. Of course, this means Ginger wants out dozens of times during the day as opposed to the half a dozen during inclement weather. Additionally, her time spent outside goes from the bare minimum to do her job to a multitude of minutes including sunbathing like a teenager at the beach. She lets out a quick “Arf” when it is time to come in repeating the cycle every half hour.
As Wednesday saw near seventy degrees with wisps of white fluffy clouds floating by, she spent most of the day going in and out giving me extra exercise on the day. As evening settled after dinner, she wanted out again as I washed the dishes. Counter half clean when I hear the “Arf” wanting to reenter the house. Dry my hands, make the trip to her door, and she stared at me as if to say with the most Karen expression, “What do you want? Nobody called for you.”
“Are you coming in or not?” tersely replied back.
After another long stare from our resident Karen, I close the door and start for the kitchen. Upon reaching the top step, the sound of her door being kicked resonates throughout the house. A ten-second march back to her door and she entered with a true Karen groan and moan over me taking my sweet time letting her in.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
This Saturday represents twenty-eight years of marriage to a woman God chose for me. She is the only person in this world who understands me and can live with my good and bad times. I hear other couples mention many fights they have with their spouse and we look at each other wondering why. We only had three fights in all our years married with the first happening before we made our vows.
Through the years we annoyed each other regularly and even changed to find new ways to aggravate each other. Yet, somehow, we managed to love each other despite our faults. Our first date came on July First and in September we became engaged. University caused us to wait until spring break to marry. It seemed like we fit each other. We matched in all the right ways. Where our personalities clashed, it didn’t seem to matter.
My best guess, she is my best friend in my life outside of Jesus. I don’t know how many years we have together, but I do know I will cherish every moment with her. She is my confidant, lover, friend, and partner in life.
Did I mention my dog is a Karen? The northern Ohio weather took a drastic change this week from snow and blustery to sunshine and spring-like temperatures. Of course, this means Ginger wants out dozens of times during the day as opposed to the half a dozen during inclement weather. Additionally, her time spent outside goes from the bare minimum to do her job to a multitude of minutes including sunbathing like a teenager at the beach. She lets out a quick “Arf” when it is time to come in repeating the cycle every half hour.
As Wednesday saw near seventy degrees with wisps of white fluffy clouds floating by, she spent most of the day going in and out giving me extra exercise on the day. As evening settled after dinner, she wanted out again as I washed the dishes. Counter half clean when I hear the “Arf” wanting to reenter the house. Dry my hands, make the trip to her door, and she stared at me as if to say with the most Karen expression, “What do you want? Nobody called for you.”
“Are you coming in or not?” tersely replied back.
After another long stare from our resident Karen, I close the door and start for the kitchen. Upon reaching the top step, the sound of her door being kicked resonates throughout the house. A ten-second march back to her door and she entered with a true Karen groan and moan over me taking my sweet time letting her in.
Learn more about me at my website: www.dannymacauthor.com
God bless,
Danny Mac
Happy Thirty-One Years
Hello to all,
We will celebrate thirty-one years of marital bliss on Wednesday of next week. My favorite quote about marriage comes from a bumper sticker I bought my wife as a newlywed. It reads, “Marriage is finding that one special person you can annoy the rest of your life!”
I have always heard that a manager should never date his employees because it can cause complications. Knowing this, I started dating my subordinate, which led to thirty-one years of complex interactions. There are far worse effects of dating a staff member, but few of them last this long.
We were planning Saturday night festivities one Friday night. A new fresh face just finished her shift as we hammered out the details for an after-work social event among the pizza shop employees. As we completed the last detail, I remembered the new employee eating her dinner before going home. “Hey,” turning my attention to her. “Would you like to join us?”
“I don’t drive,” was her only comment.
“Well, if you can meet us here at closing time tomorrow night, I’ll make sure you make it home.”
Her father dropped her off at eleven, and we finished our closing duties by eleven thirty. Fifteen minutes later, we walked into the honky-tonk bar playing Karaoke music. The awkward dancing, off-key singing, and copious laughter made the time fly by quickly. Then we heard, “Last call for alcohol,” before closing out the club.
Being restaurant people, we were not done with the night and took the party to a little all-night diner around three in the morning. Breakfast, coffee, and more laughter kept the clock spinning like a Whirling-Dervish. The sun broke the horizon when we called it a night. When I dropped her off, Tammy’s father had bacon and eggs on the stove.
Thirty-one years later, I realized the old clock never slowed down. It kept spinning faster and faster. We bought a house, raised a child, and now look forward to our last remaining years together. She called me boss the first year of our marriage. I spent thirty-one years calling her boss.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
We will celebrate thirty-one years of marital bliss on Wednesday of next week. My favorite quote about marriage comes from a bumper sticker I bought my wife as a newlywed. It reads, “Marriage is finding that one special person you can annoy the rest of your life!”
I have always heard that a manager should never date his employees because it can cause complications. Knowing this, I started dating my subordinate, which led to thirty-one years of complex interactions. There are far worse effects of dating a staff member, but few of them last this long.
We were planning Saturday night festivities one Friday night. A new fresh face just finished her shift as we hammered out the details for an after-work social event among the pizza shop employees. As we completed the last detail, I remembered the new employee eating her dinner before going home. “Hey,” turning my attention to her. “Would you like to join us?”
“I don’t drive,” was her only comment.
“Well, if you can meet us here at closing time tomorrow night, I’ll make sure you make it home.”
Her father dropped her off at eleven, and we finished our closing duties by eleven thirty. Fifteen minutes later, we walked into the honky-tonk bar playing Karaoke music. The awkward dancing, off-key singing, and copious laughter made the time fly by quickly. Then we heard, “Last call for alcohol,” before closing out the club.
Being restaurant people, we were not done with the night and took the party to a little all-night diner around three in the morning. Breakfast, coffee, and more laughter kept the clock spinning like a Whirling-Dervish. The sun broke the horizon when we called it a night. When I dropped her off, Tammy’s father had bacon and eggs on the stove.
Thirty-one years later, I realized the old clock never slowed down. It kept spinning faster and faster. We bought a house, raised a child, and now look forward to our last remaining years together. She called me boss the first year of our marriage. I spent thirty-one years calling her boss.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
The Last Word in Any Argument
Hello to all,
We spent a lovely Wednesday meandering around our state, celebrating thirty-one years of marriage. We rushed through the back roads to a glass factory in Cambridge by eleven. Mosser Glass has specialized in decorative art pieces since 1971. Our next planned stop was Kennedy’s Bakery, which has been widening people's waistlines for 100 years. We drove back home in an erratic and evasive manner, stopping at small towns along the way.
Many marriages have failed to exist for ten years. Meanwhile, we are going strong at 31 years. My secret to a happy wedded life is keeping my mouth shut. Another bumper sticker Tammy points to on a regular basis reads: A woman shall have the last word in any argument – anything the man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. I find that keeping this in mind at all times makes for a peaceful and loving wife.
Multiple arguments marred our younger years before I discovered this secret. Well, I have always known that women get the last word in any argument. What took so long was to correct my behavior to match my knowledge. Being a bit hard-headed, it took a decade or so to master this principle.
However, through the years, I have found times that I do get the last word in any meaningful discussion. These words include “Yes dear, no problem honey, as soon as possible lovely,” and on rare occasions, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” These last words must be spoken with sincerity and lacking any disdain, sarcasm, and rebellion lurking in my heart.
The key to a happy marriage is the last word in any argument. Paul instructs us to submit to one another in reference to our Lord. This means God has the last word in any argument. This realization led me to understand that it is better to be loved than to be right.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, ePUB, or MOBI format.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
We spent a lovely Wednesday meandering around our state, celebrating thirty-one years of marriage. We rushed through the back roads to a glass factory in Cambridge by eleven. Mosser Glass has specialized in decorative art pieces since 1971. Our next planned stop was Kennedy’s Bakery, which has been widening people's waistlines for 100 years. We drove back home in an erratic and evasive manner, stopping at small towns along the way.
Many marriages have failed to exist for ten years. Meanwhile, we are going strong at 31 years. My secret to a happy wedded life is keeping my mouth shut. Another bumper sticker Tammy points to on a regular basis reads: A woman shall have the last word in any argument – anything the man says after that is the beginning of a new argument. I find that keeping this in mind at all times makes for a peaceful and loving wife.
Multiple arguments marred our younger years before I discovered this secret. Well, I have always known that women get the last word in any argument. What took so long was to correct my behavior to match my knowledge. Being a bit hard-headed, it took a decade or so to master this principle.
However, through the years, I have found times that I do get the last word in any meaningful discussion. These words include “Yes dear, no problem honey, as soon as possible lovely,” and on rare occasions, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” These last words must be spoken with sincerity and lacking any disdain, sarcasm, and rebellion lurking in my heart.
The key to a happy marriage is the last word in any argument. Paul instructs us to submit to one another in reference to our Lord. This means God has the last word in any argument. This realization led me to understand that it is better to be loved than to be right.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, ePUB, or MOBI format.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
