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Not the Cook!

Well, blog family, it’s Wednesday! If I had to take a guess as to what most Christians I know are doing right now, I’m 85.9% sure they are preparing to head out to bible study. If not bible study, then some type of midweek hour of power/praise and worship service.

What am I doing? I’m cooking dinner! I know you’re shocked because that’s not my thing. Everyone knows that Poppa Bear (PB) is the real cook in the Party of Six. He’s teaching Cubs 1 & 2 to follow in his footsteps. Yes, my future cub daughter-in-laws are going to be set! Yet, here I am on a Wednesday evening slaving away at the stove preparing a scrumptious, mouth-watering meal for my cubs. I really need to stop…y’all know that’s not true! Lol!

So what’s it like being married to a preacher man (who is the main cook in the family)? I keep it simple and easy when it comes to cooking when PB is away. Tonight, it’s spaghetti and meatballs. Mmmm!

Frozen meatballs cooked in pasta sauce and spaghetti!

So easy, in fact, that I had time to type up this blog while waiting for the spaghetti to get flimsy!

Yep! I give The Olive Garden a run for their money! Ha!! Okay. I’m done.

~ Married to a preacher man

This is the fifteenth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.

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Celebrate Good Times

We are invited to a lot of activities. Unfortunately, we can’t get to all of them. Sometimes that’s due to no babysitter if the cubs are not invited. Sometimes we have our own family activities going on. One of our rules is that if multiple activities are happening at the same time, we don’t do any at all instead of picking or choosing which to attend. Recently, we were invited to a 90th birthday party for a member of the church. First, we were surprised that the invite was for all six of us considering the venue. That’s rare!! After double-checking with the family of the birthday girl, she did indeed want all six of us to attend!

Since we were familiar with the location of the party, we knew that a certain dress code would be expected…one that our cubs would not be happy about. When we told them that we were going to a party, they were excited! When we told them they had to wear church clothes, their mood changed real quick. To add to their misery, we made them wear their church clothes to church school. We have church school on Saturday mornings, and they would NEVER wear church clothes on a Saturday. You would’ve thought we had said we were cancelling Christmas!

Well, they got over it. They didn’t really have a choice.

So, what’s it like being married to a preacher man? Getting our cubs to step outside of their norm is torturous sometimes. We told them who the party was for, the delicious food they were going to have for lunch, other people (including kids) who were going to be there, but it didn’t matter until we arrived.

Only then, did they see that their attire blended in with everyone else there.

They had their own place cards with their individual names on them, so they felt important.

We had a few quick reminders of which fork to eat with first and how to sit in a chair when we wear a dress.

Then there was the food! They LOVED the food (as we had expected). They even wanted to take the dinner rolls of the couple who was late arriving to the table! Cub 2 had at least three slices of chocolate cake.

Best of all, we had a great time celebrating with the birthday girl!

~ Married to a preacher man

This is the fourteenth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.

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First Lady or Nah?

I’m not an artist, but I get to pretend that I am when I do a Paint Nite event. My first ever Paint Nite was one of my 40th birthday presents from Poppa Bear (PB). Now, four paintings later, I can truly say that I am still as pitiful as the first painting! It’s the fine details that I struggle with the most, like tree branches, legs, and birds. Ugh! My birds were horrible! All we had to do was make little V’s, but my birds wouldn’t work well together!

During Paint Nite, you find people walking around to check out each others’ progress, and one of my church sisters tried really hard to be kind in her thoughts about my birds. So, I let her know that it was okay to say what she REALLY thought. I wanted her to treat me like me – not First Lady.

So, what’s it like being married to a preacher man? You definitely get treated differently because of your husband’s position. However, at events like Paint Nite, I like to remind my church sisters that they don’t have to be so formal with me. So, my church sister, let me have it! In the kindest way that she could, she joked about my poor birds and I laughed myself to tears!

It was a great night for us all!

~ Married to a preacher man

This is the thirteenth post in a series of 31 posts about being married to a preacher. You can read them all HERE.