I saw this on GMA this morning and it cracked us up!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Funny
This is the conversation that took place in the car yesterday and shows how morbid Brianna is. We were on the way to the orthodontist and listening to the radio. They were talking about how Michael Jackson's brain is not with his body because it is still being tested by medical people. Then they started talking about his death being a publicity stunt that he was really alive and trying to sale tickets to his concert. The car is quiet, the kids are worn out from swim lessons, and Brianna says, "If he's alive he can pop out of his coffin to...What's his zombie song Mommy? You know the one from 13 Going on 30." I told her it was Thriller. She said, "Yeah Thriller. He could pop out to Thriller." I thought it was funny, people are always saying the Elvis and 2Pac are still alive, why not Michael Jackson. I do have to admit that I watched the memorial service yesterday and cried at the end when Paris spoke. I realized that he was not a moonwalking superstar to them, he was just Daddy.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Shove It
My Pawpaw and I used to sing this when I was little. I heard it again today and thought of him.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Weekend Update
We had a great weekend. Brian was off work on Friday. Friday night we went to the Harrisburg 4th of July celebration with our Rock Group. It was a beautiful night. We had a great time. We didn't stay for the fireworks. The kids were wiped out and I don't think Alex could make it that long.
Here's Barney Fife.
Sherry and Donnie had a booth promoting Studio Impact and she grabbed Brian and danced with him. It was too funny!
Saturday we headed to Forest City to visit. We stopped by Sonya and Amos' to see the baby's room. It looks so good! I love visiting with them. Conversation is so easy when we are all together. Then we headed to visit with Nana for a little bit. Brian got a straight drive car and was teaching me to drive it. I felt like I was 15 again, getting a driving lesson.
Sunday was church and then we did nothing. It was so nice to have some down time.
Swim lessons started today. I was so proud of Alex, he went under water and didn't cry or give his teachers a hard time.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Ice Cream
SOMETHING TO HANG YOUR HAT ON-ICE CREAM
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
And that's something you can hang your hat on.
Last week I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good. God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!"
Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice-cream! Why, I never!"
Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
"Really?" my son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.
Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."
And that's something you can hang your hat on.
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