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|Casual Friday©2012 Lynn Rebuck
Tuesday, March 27th, 2012
I want to hug whoever invented casual Friday.
Somehow they knew that by the time the end of the workweek rolled around, all that I would have left in my closet was a pair of crumpled jeans and a green “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” tee shirt that saved me from getting serially pinched on St. Patrick’s Day.
I am now lobbying for the institution of Mismatch Monday, Too-Small Tuesday, and Wrinkled Wednesday. I am toying with the idea of Jersey Thursday.
When I was self-employed I didn’t have to worry about such trivial concerns as getting dressed for the day. When you wake up at 4 a.m. with ideas streaming into your head, your only concern is to quickly write them down and return to that dream involving Hugh Jackman, a Maserati, and a calorie-free Chocolate Mud Pie.
As a writer, my workweek wardrobe schedule consisted of Bathrobe Monday, PJ Tuesday, and What’s-in-the-Hamper Wednesday. This serves a practical purpose. If we writers stopped long enough to shower, dress, or to select matching clothing, our good ideas are gone as fast as fashions change.
Last fall the Lord led me to donate all of the clothes in my closet to charity before I left on a trip. While initially this seemed a little strange, and would certainly simplify my packing, the Lord led me to understand that this was clearly desired by Him. When I questioned why he was having me do this, His response was simple. “I’m giving you a new wardrobe for your new position.” At the time I didn’t have a new position, nor had I applied for a job. I was puzzled.
“Remember Joseph in the Bible?” the Spirit inquired.
“Yes,” I responded.
“Remember when he was taken out of prison to serve in Pharaoh’s household?”
“Yes,” I responded again.
“Do you think he wore the same clothes there that he did in prison?”
“No, of course he didn’t. Ah, I get it now. So I’m getting a new position, and a new wardrobe to go with it.”
I emptied out my closet and headed to the nearest donation bin. Those close to me questioned if I was going crazy or if it was a mid-life crisis in the making. That happens when God calls you to action. You see when God calls you, other people often don’t hear it.
I left for my travel out of state soon after that exchange with the Spirit. My small carryon was lighter this trip. I flew across the country with the clothes I wore, a few undergarments to keep the TSA agents entertained, and a jacket. I arrived to stay with a Christian family that I had never met. What I didn’t know is that the Lord had clothing waiting for me when at my destination. Apparently God is opposed to paying baggage fees. My hosts had a collection of blouses, pants, sweaters, and sweatshirts in my size on hand to give to me before I mentioned my need. They had gloves, boots, jackets, and hats. Everything I needed was already in the house. I learned that day to trust in the Lord’s prescient provision.
When I returned to Pennsylvania, I met a woman at a local home group who had just flown across the country with the clothes she wore, a couple of worn shirts and pants, some undergarments in her carryon to arrive in a town strange to her. Sound familiar? It was hardly a coincidence. A God-incidence, it seems.
She had arrived here to escape an abusive family situation. This courageous woman had accepted Christ just a few days after her arrival at the home of my friend, one week before I met her. Through obedience to what seemed like a strange directive from God, I had compassion for her. I knew what it felt like to arrive in a strange place with little clothing to your name.
Before I took that trip out of state, the Lord called me to start a ministry when I got there. Through donations that I received to the ministry during that trip, I was able to provide the woman with gift cards to allow her to select a brand new wardrobe to start her new life with Christ. When I saw her next, after her shopping expedition, she was radiant and beaming.
I learned that there is a flow to giving and receiving, whether it is clothing, money, possessions, or time. I gave away clothes and then I received clothes; I received a financial donation, I gave away the financial donation to another for clothing. Throughout this process, I experienced Love in a whole new way, through both the acts of giving and receiving. And so did this new believer.
“Don’t be like them, “Jesus said of those who prayed to be seen of men and whose concern was for themselves, their reputation, and their own possessions. “Your Father knows what you need before you ask him,” it says in Matthew 6: 8. Often, He knows that what we most need is to give something away so he calls us to release things.
So what is it that you’ve been holding on to that God is calling you to release into the life of another so that you can experience this powerful flow of Love and provision? What is it that He knows someone else needs? It may be something old, coveted, or new, but I guarantee that what you gain in the process of faithful giving is joy greater than the happiness any possession can bring. Remember, He knows everything you have need of, even on casual Friday.
Lynn Rebuck is a national award-winning humor columnist, speaker, and director of Lynn Rebuck Ministries. Her column appears weekly in print, online, and on Amazon Kindle Blogs, where it’s one of the top humor blogs on life and parenting. Go to www.LynnRebuck.com for more information about Lynn, her ministry, and to read past columns. You’ll find her on Facebook and Twitter, and can email her at Lynn@LynnRebuck.com. © 2012 Lynn Rebuck.
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Multiple Purse Analogies© 2012 Lynn Rebuck
Saturday, February 25th, 2012
The other day I was complimented on my purse. Not only was it admired for its bright turuoise color, but for its small size as well.
“How do you manage to get everything that you need into it?” the woman asked.
“It’s easy,” I replied. “I use a trash compactor.”
My tiny purse weighs twenty pounds. A fashion accessory should never be used as a free weight.
Anyone foolish enough to try to steal my handbag would likely wind up with a hernia.
One of the pros of speaking softly and carrying a heavy handbag is that I don’t need to scrapbook. If I want to reminisce, I just peruse my purse.
“Aw, look, son. Here is your report card from third grade.”
“Mom, I graduate from high school this year. Why are you still carrying that around?”
“You never know when you might need it.”
“I won’t need it. But do you have my SAT scores in there?”
That is exactly why I can’t throw anything out.
Such dedication to keeping my family organized has led to my Quasimodo shoulder. Physicians have identified a condition associated with this mobile hoarding and dubbed it the “Monty Hall Syndrome.” Let’s face it ladies, unless we’re going to be on Let’s Make a Deal, we need to dump our purses.
My purse is a veritable leather-bound scrapbook on-the-go. There are regrettable driver’s license photos, school portraits gone wrong, and pictures of haircuts I’d like to try from the 80’s that I’ve been toting around since that decade.
It is a collection of expired coupons, unredeemed Kohl’s cash, and appointment cards for missed veterinary appointments. I don’t have to buy costly scrapbooking embellishments or adhesives. It is a holder for lost buttons, fuzzy mints, and mysterious keys. My purse is filled with loose sticks of gum, some of them already chewed, and not chewed by me.
Men do not understand the significance of a woman’s purse. A purse is to a woman what a backpack is to a mountain climber. It is to a woman what a little black bag is to a physician. A purse is to a woman what a tool box is to a mechanic. Those are my multiple purse analogies.
When I see women in positions of power like Hillary Clinton, Sarah Palin, and Oprah on TV I cannot help but wonder, “Who is holding their purse?” I have a tough time picturing Bill, Todd, or Stedman with a handbag hanging from one arm. Well, maybe I could see Bill sporting one.
Forget about trendy interview questions like “Who’s on your iPod?” or “Boxers or briefs?” What I want to know is “What’s in your purse?”
Lynn Rebuck is a national award-winning humor columnist whose work appears weekly in print, online, and on Amazon Kindle Blogs where it’s one of the top humor blogs about life and parenting. Email her at Lynn@LynnRebuck.com with the strangest thing you have ever carried in your purse. Read more columns at www.LynnRebuck.com, follow her on Twitter, and fan her on Facebook. © 2012 Lynn Rebuck.
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The Bathing Suit Workout©2011 Lynn Rebuck
Wednesday, June 1st, 2011
Memorial Day weekend marks the official opening of the summer swimming season, as most public pools choose the holiday weekend to open each year.
It also marks the beginning of swimsuit season, or as I refer to it, stretch mark season. It’s the time of the year when I reveal to the world the lines crisscrossing my body like lines of latitude and longitude. I am in the prime meridian of my life.
I pulled last year’s suit out of my drawer to discover an interesting phenomenon: spandex shrinks in cold winter weather, making it more difficult to don the suit than it was the last time I wore it. I have learned that the word “Speedo” does not refer to how fast a woman can put on a swimsuit.
I have been known to
take up to a month to get into my bathing suit. I usually start after all danger of frost has passed. If I’m lucky, I am ready by Memorial Day weekend. This year I knew I was in trouble when the suit got as far as my calf before cutting off circulation.
Rather than waste the entire summer trying to get my suit on, I decided to buy a new one. I headed to Costco, which doesn’t seem to have a fitting room, where I found a one-piece suit that had crossed straps in the back. This is apparently a design flaw.
From the time that I got it home and tried it on, I discovered I had entered into a wrestling match. Within moments it had me in a headlock, with one strap wrapped around my windpipe and the other strap pinning my arm behind my back. I had no idea the WWF was making swimwear.
With the straps randomly crisscrossing and the suit spontaneously turning inside out, it took on a life of its own. I searched to see if it had an “off” button or an instruction manual. There should have been a strip of plastic across the entire suit that read “For your safety and protection, do not attempt to wear this suit if you are not double-jointed.”
As I tried to squeeze my body into it, what I wanted was a swimwear shoehorn. As it turned out, I needed a running start and a trampoline to get into my suit. Putting on a swimsuit should not require a spotter.
I used to be critical of women who wore skimpy string bikinis. Now I recognize them for the geniuses that they are. It is so much simpler to tie a string around your cellulite than to try to squeeze it into a swatch of fabric that resists the idea from the start.
Besides, one-piece suits are not, shall we say, relief-friendly. Once they become wet, they are even harder to get back on than before. If there was ever an article of clothing that needed a drop flap, it is the one-piece swimsuit.
In the process of putting on my bathing suit I burned 1800 calories. Once I got it on, I didn’t even need to go swimming. I already had a workout. I had read that swimming gold medalist Michael Phelps eats 12,000 calories per day. Now I understand why.
Lynn Rebuck writes an award-winning humor column that appears weekly in print, online, and on Amazon Kindle. Email Lynn at www.LynnRebuck.com, and click to follow her on Facebook and Twitter. She’ll be struggling with her swimsuit in the restroom at the pool all summer. © 2010 Lynn Rebuck.
Tags: bathing suits, Costo, fashion, humor, pool, Seasons, Summer, swimming, Swimsuit, Women
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Weighing In On the New Year ©2011 LynnRebuck
Friday, January 14th, 2011
It is only two weeks into the New Year and I’ve already broken my most important resolution. This year I resolved to break all of my resolutions by the end of the first week to overcome the suspense. I missed the deadline. Luckily that wasn’t my only resolution.
I’ve also resolved to memorize one Bible verse a year.
I’ve resolved to return a rental DVD no later than the year that I rented it.
And I’ve resolved to lose five pounds. I’m talking about British pounds, of course. One London-bought lotto ticket should do it.
Many people make New Year’s resolutions involving weight loss. It’s a touchy subject with me. I have tried to get into the space program just to experience weightlessness so I could brag to my friends. I would love to report my weekly weigh-in while in orbit.
To me the most challenging part of a doctor’s visit is not attempting to remember the name of a medication from among a myriad of homonymic pharmaceutical compounds (Ms. Rebuck, we’re fairly certain you’re not taking Frontline) or providing my less-than-flattering driver’s license photo as verification of identity (I usually advise the receptionist that if I ever look like the photo when I arrive for an appointment, admit me to the nearest hospital immediately). For me, the most difficult thing about a doctor’s visit is the weigh-in.
I believe the traditional pre-visit medical weigh-in is an affront to women. If doctors want us to feel better they should stop reminding us of our age and stop announcing our weight every time we come in for a visit. If I starting shouting out every guest’s weight in my home I would entertain far fewer guests. Let’s face it, when the nurse is taking our stats we are more concerned with our weight than the thermometer reading.
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Post-Traumatic Dress Disorder © 2009 Lynn Rebuck
Friday, November 6th, 2009
Each spring, at the start of prom season, high schools across the country hold assemblies to encourage student sobriety. Mock accident scenes feature mock victims, mock DUI drivers, and real emergency responders.
Nothing, however, prepares parents for sobering reality of prom gown shopping.
“Mom, I need to get a dress for the Spring Prom,” my daughter announced one day after school.
“It’s only September,” I said. “You haven’t even memorized your locker combination yet.” . (more…)
Tags: dress, fashion, Fashion trends, motherhood, parenting, prom, prom dress, School, shopping, teens, Trends
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