No Wheels No Deal: He Didn’t Have A Car!

No Wheels No Deal: He Didn’t Have A Car!

I don’t consider myself a shallow girl, which is why I have dated guys who had no car. In fact, the first guy that I dated who did have a car…I married him! Whenever I have heard girls go on and on about how they would never date a guy who didn’t have a car, I classified them as certified gold-diggers, but what if there was something to what they were saying?

 

I mean, I don’t think the girls were thinking beyond the surface level with their rants about how wealthy a man needs to be before he can get with them, but maybe there was something there worth exploring. The first guy that I dated was in high school when we met. So, I won’t be too hard on him…and he did eventually get a car. BUT as for those other dudes? They were grown men, and we lived in a city where having a car is very necessary. There are no L-trains in Indianapolis, and I could probably count on my fingers how many times I have seen a bus there.

Guys with No Car

 

Of course, I am speaking from my own experience, but what do I think having no car means? Let’s compare the no-car guys to the guys I dated who had cars. Oh…I guess I should mention that the one other guy who had a car took me out on one date. Then, we agreed to just be friends, and hung out a few times afterwards. Read more

He’s the King But We Run the Castle

He’s the King But We Run the Castle

As women, we have a HUGE responsibility set before us when we take on the role of wife, and though the husband may be king, we definitely run the castle.

I am a woman of God, so I condone doing as the word tells us. We are to reverence our husbands and treat them well. He is the king, but we are the ones who run the castle. Think about what a king does. Have you ever known a king to clean his own castle? Decorate? Attend to children? Prepare meals? I haven’t.  Read more

Why He Doesn’t “Ask” for Help

Why He Doesn’t “Ask” for Help

I seriously thought it was just a cliche saying that men refuse to stop and ask for directions, until I ended up riding in frustration on the night of my sister’s birthday celebration, while my husband made turn after turn, looking for the venue and never once asking for help or pulling to the side and plugging the address in the GPS.

I have had a front row seat in Caleb Ishman 101 for the last almost 9 years, and this is what I’ve learned. I thought he wasn’t asking for help, but he actually, most certainly was. Read more