Monday, January 10, 2011

Honestly Its Time...

Time is something it seems I either have to much of, or never enough of.

A few years ago I bought a couple of 'self timers', so that when we are gone a lamp or some such will turn on and then off again at a designated time.

It really is quite handy.

Sometimes I even set it so that a lamp will turn on when we arrive home after dark.

It's nice to come home to a light that is on.

Feels homey and warm.

I sure wish I could find an electronic self timer for myself.

To help get me going, or get me to stop doing something, at the right time. of the day or night.

But I don't.

Instead, I have a 'self nagging conscience', telling me it wouldn't hurt to get up a little early and make good use of the treadmill. Or to walk on it while I watch a movie at night.
My 'internal self nagger' setting tells me I'm on the computer to long, or not long enough.
It has even been pushing me to get a Christmas list in the ready for next year.

I also have a little 'external honesty speaker' that comes to my house often. That has a way of telling me things in way's I can't always ignore...
So while my 'internal self nagger' has some good points, my little 'external honesty speaker' has an endearing way of getting my attention.

I feel a for instance is in order.

The other day I was sitting in a chair getting ready to read a book to her, thinking to myself that I really should get to the treadmill a.s.a.p., she climbed up on my lap, looking into my eye's she smiled briefly, then slapped both of her tiny hands on my tummy and started to jiggle it.!!
All the while singing loudly, "Ho, ho, ho! Trismas time is toming!! Trismas time is toming!!" Pausing to look me squarly in the eye she asked, "Grammy? You Trismas?"

After the initial shock, the color of my face changing from white to a heated, rosy hue, the air had returned to my lungs, I started to laugh and thanked my little  'external honesty speaker'.

I have since then, made the time to change a few things in my day making the time to visit that lonely treadmill in the basement!

The best part of the story is the happiness in finding that I don't  really want my 'internal nagger'.  But what a  blessing it is to have an 'external honesty speaker'!!

I guess I don't need an electronic self timer after all!

May we all find an 'honesty speaker' that we listen to, and may God bless.


  1. Missy,

    Excellent story. You are so funny and such a wonderful writer!

    I actually received one of those kitchen timers for Christmas - a cool, retro looking industrial one. Now to quit admiring it and to use it. As for an "external honesty speaker", I've got one of those too. Whenever I say "la" instead of "le" (for an unbeknownst-to-me French masculine noun) I get a swat on the behind... by a certain Francophone that I share these digs with!

    Lots of love and Bonne Année to the wonderful aunts.

  2. Oh my goodness, I laughed out loud!!! I think I woud buy an electric self timer....