I have the following quotes on my Facebook info page. Just came across them yesterday and wanted to post them here. I need to remember to record these treasures more often! Hope they make you smile.
Me: Kacie, what do you think about just having vegetables for dinner tonight?
Kacie: Mom, I'm a carnivore!
Matthew brought a coin home from a neighbor's pool.
"Mom, did I steal this?"
Me: Kinda sorta
Matthew: I don't wanna be a ROBBER when I grow up!
Christa, my pilates instructor: Laura, is that a TATTOO on your foot?
Me: No, it's a Shrek band-aid.
Me: Do you think there's such a thing as a man bra?
Kevin: Some men need one. I think my 3 year old son Zane might need one.
Lady at church: Hey, you look just like someone I know.
Alan: Who's that?
Lady: You look just like Alan Owings
Alan: Well that's good because I AM Alan Owings.
Matthew: Mom, what's for supper?
Me: Frozen pizza and salad.
Matthew: Frozen? You're not gonna HEAT it?!
A: Because she kept throwing all the W's away.
(insert rim shot here)
I was born blonde[ish] and this is a picture of what some of us blondes go through to stay blonde. Yes, believe it or not, some people CHOOSE to be blonde and live with the stereotype that comes with it. I would guess that the majority of us are pretty smart, but we just occasionally do or say stupid things. Some examples of what a blonde (or other hair color) might do:
Gum falls out of your mouth while you're talking.
Your sunglasses are on top of your head and you keep asking where they are.
You forget how to spell the word "was".
Blondes even have to take the blame when brunettes and redheads do something dumb. These non-blondes are accused of having 'blonde moments' too. When a blonde says something smart or insightful, maybe we should be accused of having a 'brunette moment"! Or perhaps we could be compared to a redhead when we successfully operate our microwaves without blowing the house up.
Now, what was it I was saying?
Oh yeah...BLONDES OUR SMART TWO!
For the last five years, I have been a part of leadership at TrueNorth Church. Whether as a volunteer or staff member, I usually end up at the meeting table with other leaders. When we meet together and share stories, it is quite often that someone will break down in tears: Tears of sadness because people that we know and love are hurting. Tears of hope for those who need physical healing. Tears of compassion for those who are less fortunate. Tears of desperation for reaching lost people in our community and the entire world.
And while hearing those stories are essential to doing ministry, we are always excited when we can experience tears of joy because we hear of someone who finally "gets it" as they dedicate their lives to Christ. Or when a person overcomes their sin addiction. Or when someone begins using their talents to serve others. The list goes on and on.
Stories of life change always energize our staff and leaders and remind us that God continues to change lives through TrueNorth Church. So keep those stories coming! You have no idea how much we need to hear them.
We will probably get choked up at the meeting table...as usual!
For the past five years, this is what I have been hearing:
Daddy: Laura, when is your church going to build a building?
Me: When some land opens up.
Daddy: Well, darling, I hate to tell you this...but they aren't MAKING any more land.
I was so excited yesterday to finally be able to say, "Daddy, we're getting some LAND!"
Life. Summer. Kids. Work. These are all good reasons why I have taken an unintentional blogging break. I have had blog topics lined up in my brain, but did not make the time to type them out. And in my opinion, there is only a small window of opportunity to get those thoughts out before they fizzle. I am looking forward to writing again. And giving my blog a new outfit (still working on that).
Is anyone still there?????
I walked past the supermodelquin display at Old Navy this past weekend and did not even see my own children trying to trick me. They make me so proud!
Matthew almost made it through first grade without getting into any major trouble at school. Almost. His sweet first grade teacher had the unpleasant task of sending me an email today, explaining that Matthew had...how can I say this?.....dropped the F-bomb on the playground. Of course, he said that he heard it from another child on the playground. He certainly didn't hear it at home!
He said he didn't know that it was a 'guss' word and didn't even know what it meant. Of course not. His spelling and vocabulary words don't consist of guss words. They aren't part of any curriculum that I am aware of. So, how would he know? Someone would have to introduce it to him. In this case, it was a conversation under the slide that would take my son one step away from his innocence. And that is the saddest part.
Although I gave him the what-for,
I couldn't be angry with him. He was so ashamed and confused and
remorseful. I forgave him before I even heard his side of the story.
It's easy to forgive someone when you love them so much. Isn't it?
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Gene said:
A song for Laura. Sung to the tune of "Oh Where, Oh Where, Has My Little Dog Gone." Oh Where,... read more
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Gene said:
Laura, Are you on a blog fast? It's getting close to a month since you've posted anything! read more
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Yes we will Laura. read more
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