Monday, May 10, 2010

After the update, I promise there's a takeaway.

Trey is finishing his episode of Swords, Life on the Line, so I thought I'd take a minute to give you a quick update and, perhaps, a little nugget of advice for your smallish humans.  If the fact that we're spending a perfectly good Monday night watching a show about sword fishing makes you think we don't have the most riveting social life, well, I'd go ahead and run with that thought.

First of all, thank you so much for all your prayers for the family I wrote about in my last week.  Their grandmother and aunt arrived Thursday night-ish and the kids say they feel better now that other adults are at the house.  Hannah and I are hoping to sit down with them this week to see how we can help.  Although taking the children and running to a country with non-extradition policies sounds inviting, we know it's not how the Lord would have us come alongside this family.  What that will look like, we're very unsure, but it's certainly something we covet your prayers about.

Next, our A.C. is back on and thanks to my new BFF at Republic Heating and Air, I'm considerably less grumpy.  It would appear that our A.C. is dying a slow, painful death but like a dog on a bone, we're bound and determined to wring every last bit of cool from it before we shell out several thousand dollars to replace it.

And now for the moment you've all been waiting for...

A little advice for the youth in your homes...

If you'll step aside and allow them to sit at the computer, I'd like to have a brief word with them and hopefully, give them a little nugget of wisdom to help in their journey through life.  Don't really step aside.  I'm kidding.

Ahem.

Sweet child, I know I sometimes like to throw out comments that sound hip and cool but I don't really know or understanding the meaning.  For example; once I told Dea that Mr. Trey and I were going to go out on a date and, trying to be funny, I said after dinner we might, "Hit da club and get our freak on."

It did not mean what I thinked it meaned.

My point being, sometimes, in our youth (or our middle-ageth), we say things and don't really think about how they might actually sound once outside our brains and into the vast abyss where there is no rewind.

So here's my advice for you...

If you are standing in front of a woman who is introducing you to her friend, do not under ANY circumstances ask if the woman (even if she is 38 and kind of haggard-looking), "Are you her granny?" and by "her" you mean the friend. - ESPECIALLY if the friend is, albeit beautiful, a 31 year old woman herself).

Thank you for your cooperation.

9 comments:

Becca said...

Do you watch 30Rock? There's an episode where Liz can't figure out how old black people are, and she thinks Tracey might be 75. I think that's how our kiddos must feel about us. I constantly get asked if I'm the momma of 23 year olds. Yes, I was 2 when I had her.

Zan said...

HAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

God and Ponytails said...

Hey girl- I have followed your blog off and on for a while. I think we share some mutual friends? Aimee Parkinson? or Shelby Koch? I think of them because they are both on similar missions! Thankful to watch obedience lived out in you.

Jennifer said...

That's just as bad as being told you're older than Jesus. Never ask a 5 year old how old they think you are. Never turns out well.

Anonymous said...

I've been asked by my sweet blonde haired angel, "Mom, are you as old as dirt?"

Then I ate him.

Lindsay said...

Oh and can you please add to NEVER ever ever ever (you get the point) ask a woman how far along she is unless you know for sure she is pregnant.

These Three Kings said...

*choking* bahahhaha!!

missy said...

"Hit da club and get our freak on."
It did not mean what I thinked it meaned.

This will keep me smiling for days.

Carly said...

I have no idea what you said in that blog after re-mentioning the mention of "get your freak" on to Dea and Darius... because I was dying laughing with tear filled eyes.

Once the precious girls in my classroom were giggling and quietly snickering about "I bet Carly got jelly.. he he he"... I was like "oh gosh... oh jeez... I thought I was up to speed, but what does THAT mean. quick! think!.." Come to find out it wasn't sexual at all-- but more so about the "jelly" I might have jiggling on the backside of my arms/triceps. They thought it was so funny! I was glad to know they still giggled about such things - that were not sexual/bad.

But NO I DON'T HAVE JELLY, THANK YOU!