FRIDAY FIVER
Some time ago I participated in a "Friday Five" blog where the contributor would post 5 questions for you to copy and paste to your own blog and then answer them. It was a fun way to have something to talk about. Well that blog ceased to exist, but I have found MANY other blogs with the same idea. So after perusing a couple (i'm not a big shop around kind of gal), I picked Friday Fiver
Here you go...
1. Do you use profanity?
Are we in a court of law?--do I have to just answer the question or do I get to explain? lol Yes I use profanity. I have used it in times of anger, I have used it to tell a joke, I have used it to make a point, and I have used it in reference to what someone said. But is it a regular part of my vocabulary--no.
2. What are your favorite words of frustration?
Farfanugen or Dang it or That Sucks
3. Did your parents ever swear in front of you?
Yes. My mom usually did when she was really really mad. But it was more of a rarity than a daily occurrence.
4. Do you think films should be rated based on the language they use?
Yes I do. I get frustrated especially at PG rated movies for the language. Usually they have a really fun story, but then they add the language and spoil it. My kids (the boys especially) enjoy repeating lines from movies and so I'm leary of allowing them to watch movies that have profanity.
5. If you could curse out someone right now, who would it be?
I'm not mad at anyone right now, so I don't have a desire to curse out anyone. (As a side note, I'm not sure I have ever "cursed out" someone..I've thought about it, but I don't think I ever have.)
Friday, January 28, 2005
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
I AM SO GRATEFUL!
Yesterday I took my middle child to the doctor and then let him hang out with me all day instead of going back to school (I know, I'm an awful parent). We went to Wal-Mart to get groceries and as we were leaving we walked past the Salvation Army Bell Ringer. As we were making our way to our van, my son says to me, "Oh man that bell is so annoying, I wish he would quit ringing it." I kind of chuckled and then told him why the bell ringer was there. I explained to him that some people aren't able to come to Wal-Mart every week and buy a cart full of groceries to take home, that sometimes people don't have anything to eat and the bell ringers collect all the change to help out families in need. My son looked at me and said "Really?" and then I could see the little wheels turning in his mind. Then he said, "So instead of getting this soda and candy, I could have gave money to the bell ringer so someone else could eat?"
I was surprised at the level of understanding. Dumbfounded by the obvious conviction he just felt and how he knew that a soda and candy weren't worth having if someone else wasn't going to get anything to eat. I knew it was a God moment, one of those wonderful jewels that would be something that would stick in his mind for a long time.
I said to him that it is ok for us to have special treats. That God doesn't mind us getting fun things for ourselves or enjoying the money He's given us. But that He does expect us to share our money and our things with people who need it. Then he asks me, "Can we give some money?" and before I answered God spoke to my heart and said that we needed to pray and give Him a chance to speak to my son. So we sat down on the edge of the van and asked God how much money He would like us to give. When we said amen, my son told me how much God had asked him to give and we got into my purse and got the money and walked back up front and put the money in the pot.
On the walk back to the van I told my son that I was proud of him for doing what God asked him to do and he said, "I'm proud of myself!"
Thanks God for the reminder that my money is not mine, but just a loan from you to do the work you ask me to do. Thanks for loving my son and working in his heart.
Yesterday I took my middle child to the doctor and then let him hang out with me all day instead of going back to school (I know, I'm an awful parent). We went to Wal-Mart to get groceries and as we were leaving we walked past the Salvation Army Bell Ringer. As we were making our way to our van, my son says to me, "Oh man that bell is so annoying, I wish he would quit ringing it." I kind of chuckled and then told him why the bell ringer was there. I explained to him that some people aren't able to come to Wal-Mart every week and buy a cart full of groceries to take home, that sometimes people don't have anything to eat and the bell ringers collect all the change to help out families in need. My son looked at me and said "Really?" and then I could see the little wheels turning in his mind. Then he said, "So instead of getting this soda and candy, I could have gave money to the bell ringer so someone else could eat?"
I was surprised at the level of understanding. Dumbfounded by the obvious conviction he just felt and how he knew that a soda and candy weren't worth having if someone else wasn't going to get anything to eat. I knew it was a God moment, one of those wonderful jewels that would be something that would stick in his mind for a long time.
I said to him that it is ok for us to have special treats. That God doesn't mind us getting fun things for ourselves or enjoying the money He's given us. But that He does expect us to share our money and our things with people who need it. Then he asks me, "Can we give some money?" and before I answered God spoke to my heart and said that we needed to pray and give Him a chance to speak to my son. So we sat down on the edge of the van and asked God how much money He would like us to give. When we said amen, my son told me how much God had asked him to give and we got into my purse and got the money and walked back up front and put the money in the pot.
On the walk back to the van I told my son that I was proud of him for doing what God asked him to do and he said, "I'm proud of myself!"
Thanks God for the reminder that my money is not mine, but just a loan from you to do the work you ask me to do. Thanks for loving my son and working in his heart.
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