A verse to remember...

Ecclesiastes 3


A Time for Everything


1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:


2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,


3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,


4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,


5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,


6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,


7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,


8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

That's what I like to hear...

Sitting at the dining room table tonight, I asked the boys what their favorite thing about their day was:

Chris: Our substitute teacher! She says she is like "the spoiler granny"!

Jake: Computer Lab... I did Spanish 1a and got 8th place!

Mommy: So what was your least favorite part?

Jake: Getting my head scraped with the hula hoop... and hit with a wall-ball in the eye!
(note: there are no red marks or anything on him and no notes home...)

Chris: Nothing, I liked everything about my day!!!


Nice! That is a phrase I haven't heard out of Chris' mouth in a very long time, if ever!

???

What is it about urinals that boys find so fascinating???

My boys will purposely "need to go" when we are near one,

whether they have just gone or not...

It may be cause I am "just a girl" - but what is so fascinating???

"My Life as a Rock Star"

I live the life of a rock star. It's true!

I have the wild hair and make-up with frequent costume changes.

Everywhere I go I have and entourage. People are constantly yelling my name. I look out into the crowd and they're actually crying for me, reaching for me.

I have no privacy. I'm watched when I shower, when I'm cooking, even when I use the restroom... for my own protection, I'm sure.

When I go places I must do so quickly before my fans get out of control and start a riot. Every night a different guy wants to sleep with me. Each of them seems genuinely hurt when I turn him away.

Occasionally I get dirty undergarments whirled at me with a whoop and a smile. It's even hard sometimes to walk through my own home without someone spotting me and trying to grab my legs or my clothing.

Oh, and don't forget about the stalkers! You know those crazed fans that follow you everywhere? Why, I can't even talk on the phone in the pantry without an eye or two peeping in at me.

Yes, it's true -- I live the life of a rock star. And this goes out to my three biggest fans -- Christian, Jakob and Isaac -- Thanks for making my debut so special!

Dedicated to all of my fellow Rock Stars out there... ROCK ON!!!

[adapted from an article in MomSense magazine by Melinda Coats]