With kids you usually don’t have to wonder what they are thinking, at least not for long! They tend to just blurt it out without sifting their thoughts through filters. Many have been my embarrassing moments when I have heard one of my kids tell someone, “You have a big nose!” or “You’re fat!” While . . . → Read More: Funny things that kids say
The DVD player in our van has not worked well for two years. It’s not that it wouldn’t work at all, but it would spit the DVD out three fourths of the time. I would sit there and have to keep putting it back in until it would cooperate. Then it would only play short . . . → Read More: Christian Brothers Automotive
One day I decided to get a break from the school work and took the kids to McDonald’s to eat…but mostly to play. My oldest is ten and still enjoys it with the rest of them. I figure I don’t have too much longer that it will work for all of the kids.
They had . . . → Read More: Happy Meal
We lived in a little East Texas town with a population of about twelve hundred for a couple of years. While we were there, my husband let me plant roses to my heart’s content, and I enjoyed taking care of them.
We were going to Nebraska for a long weekend, so I made sure to . . . → Read More: Tempted to Lie
A couple of years ago we decided to treat the kids at Chick-Fil-A, one of their favorite places. When we got there, I noticed they had some new milk shakes. Now I’m not really a huge milk shake fan, but they had a mint chocolate chip flavor, and it just so happens that I love . . . → Read More: A Very Bad Sales Pitch
One morning Joy woke up early, came down to my room, and shook me awake. “I want breakfast!”
“Does Joy always get what Joy wants?”
“Does Joy always pitch a fit when Joy doesn’t get what she wants.” There was a short pause as she thought about this.
Then sheepishly she replied, “I think . . . → Read More: Getting What We Want
One of the few pictures of me from my college days, stolen from a friend's Facebook photo album.
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So no one should be surprised that I have inherited this very same trait of unpremeditated honesty. In college several girls needed a ride to apply for . . . → Read More: Honesty. I Come By It Honestly.
Look for the beginning of the story in yesterday’s post.
My Mom inherited this very same honesty gene. I’ve never had to wonder what my Mom thinks about things. A couple of months after the birth of one of my babies she came for a visit. During her stay I put on a bright . . . → Read More: Honesty. I Come By It Honestly. Mom Edition
I scaned this photo from the cover of his book, "As I Remember."
Truly I believe honesty is a family trait. I’m not sure how far back it goes, but it goes at least three generations back to my Grandpa Etheridge who was a missionary to Central America. He was known for his . . . → Read More: Honesty. I Come By It Honestly. Grandfather Edition.
Years ago a lady in the church that I attended invited me to a women’s Bible study. I had heard such great things about the study that I could not wait to start. From the beginning, however, I found that it really was not for me. The group was very strict. In fact, . . . → Read More: A Bible Study, Agony, and Conveying My Feelings