Thank You Marketing Execs

Why is it that every time we shop in a certain store, my mostly modest (two out of three) daughters turn instantly into hoochie mamas when we walk in the doors?

Seriously you'd think they were 13, 16 and 18 rather than 2, 5 and 7. There's something about the lighting, the MUSIC and the atmosphere that starts their hips twisting and their bottom shaking. These girls who are otherwise uninterested in shopping are all of a sudden drooling and dripping with "This is SO cute" and "Mom, this ROCKS." I am looking at them like "Who are you people and what have you done with my daughters???

They get silly, sappy looks and walk a little taller. They put one hand in the air and the other on their hip as they slip into "shopper mode" and all of a sudden have opinions on things I didn't even know they knew about.

Yesterday my simple goal was to buy some new shorts for camp since the ones we bought in April are now too small for my almost-eight-year-old. She is on the tall side so it's hard to find shorts that aren't INDECENT and don't have "I'm adorable" pasted across her rear end. And I have given up all hopes of finding anything without a rhinestone of some sort glued on the fabric.

When we got to the dressing room, things just went from bad to worse. There's nothing like a full-length mirror and some spaghetti straps to make your daughter feel "hot." Which, by the way, should only be a temperature to them at this age.

We did manage to find some cute things that we agreed on, but it just makes me sad that our girls are faced with such tough choices at such an early age. Their modesty is so crucial and our culture counters every single modest bone in their sweet little bodies. And it happens simply by walking into a store or through the mall. You can't get away even if you try.

So I guess I'll just continue to stay on my knees for the next eighteen years and pray that they will make wise choices. And I just might start checking out affordable convents just to be on the safe side.

L

Funny For The Day

This cracked me up. Although we don't have big brothers, we are inundated with Polly Pockets. Never seen one quite like this though!

L

When a Girl Has Big Brothers...

Press on!

I am in a Bible study on the book of Daniel.  I must say that it is really changing my life.  I've never done a study like this before, and with such an interesting group of women.  It thrills me to see how God is working in this small group.  I am constantly in awe of our Savior!

  I encourage you to find a study on God's word and dig deep.  It will change you!

~A

On Getting Older

It used to be that when we had friends over to our house, we did fun, young things. You know you are getting old when your friends come over and they say, "Can we see the new...........................................................................................

mattress?"

Yes, that's right. I said mattress.

And sadly enough, we all ended up laying on the mattress giggling about good it felt to our backs, meanwhile discussing the merits of Tempurpedic pillows(I have no idea how to spell Tempurpedic). We even played with the mattress remote control. A lot. For a long time.

Add this to the fact that I secretly watched an entire episode of "Wheel of Fortune" while at home by myself today.

Sad stuff.

I think I need to go get something pierced.

L

Hypothetically Speaking, Of Course

Hypothetically speaking, if I borrowed, say, a watch from a friend with elf-like wrists, then it is POSSIBLE that it might get stuck on my slightly larger wrist.

And I suppose that if that were to happen, it would then be POSSIBLE that my skin would get stuck inside the watch and no matter how I tried or yelled at my children to try the watch would not come undone.

And I guess at that point, it would be theoretically possible for me to go in search of a neighbor to undo the watch, all the while staying cool and collected trying not to panic while my children simultaneously rolled in the grass and threatened to call 911.

That is, if this were a true story and something like this had really happened to me.

If it were a true story, one scenario could be that the pool guy who happened to be in the next door neighbor's driveway MIGHT have heard me yell for help and tried to pry the watch off of my wrist.

And he might have been successful and told me to have a nice day while staring strangely after me as I walked away.

Maybe.

And the watch COULD have ended up slightly bent.

But maybe not.

It's hard to tell.

Who knew there were those nifty little buttons that you press to make the watch pop right open?

Certainly not me or the pool guy.

Question of the Day???

Have you ever let someone borrow something and when you got it back it just wasn't  the same as when you let them borrow it?

Just wondering...no reason...just curious.

Has that ever happened to you L? L.O.L.

~A

We're Back!

WOW! It's been two whole months since we've blogged. I can't believe we have been away so long, but we have been BUSY! You know how it is...May is just..well..you know..May, and then June is here and the kids are out of school and we just simply have been too busy to blog. I guess you'd say our priorities on the homefront have had to take precedence these last few weeks. And that's OK. When things get out of balance, everybody suffers. So hopefully we're back for a time, and will do our best to stay connected.

It has been most surprising to all of us chix that we have been missed in the blogosphere! Many of you have told us you missed us and asked us to continue to blog. We can't tell you how much that means to us!! This site is just a picture of our lives, the good, the bad and the crazy!! (Mostly crazy) So that being said, let me give you a brief rundown on my life these past two months.

Two months- eight weeks- 56 days. During this time, I had a neighbor killed in a plane crash leaving a precious wife and three young daughters behind. I had one daughter graduate from preschool and one finish the second grade. I potty trained a two-year-old (not to mention introducing her to the terrifying world of automatic flush toilets..more on that in another blog), walked in a walk for an eight-year-old with cancer, watched my beautiful neice come into the world, and watched as her mother suffered debilitating nerve damage during the birth. I prayed for my friends who were suffering, rejoiced with my friends who were celebrating and learned more about God's character during both. I lost a dear friend and surrogate grandfather to my daughters and watched his precious wife honor him with her attitudes and actions during his last days. I visited a friend whose son tried to take his own life, and I prayed with a precious fifth grade boy as he asked Jesus to come into his heart. I wiped noses, dried tears, apologized and asked for forgiveness. I started a Bible Study and read five novels. I didn't clean my house much, and I folded approximately 127 loads of laundry. Needless to say, life has been happening, even while being absent from blogland.

So what's the point?

I guess the point is, God is sovereign in all things..the big events as well as the seemingly small details. He is sovereign in the good, the bad, the hard and the easy. He "has a plan and a purpose for his world." "History is not a cyclical process of endless repetition; history is being moved toward the predetermined end."

And the Creator of the universe allows me to be a part of it.

How cool is that?

L