Let's Throw Stones at the Bad Lazy Mother
Once a year our church has the children give the program. The children practise for weeks, reciting scriptures, singing songs and going thru little skits. (Except for my children.) It's the one Sunday you are guaranteed not to be able to find a parking spot when you come to late to church. (Like we did.) It's the one Sunday when all the children are dressed in their sparkling white clothes and all the boys sport bowties. (Except for my children.)
Yes, the Children's Sunday presentation is a beautiful event. Parents cry when their little ones say their parts. Mothers get that warm sense of satisfaction as their child raises their voice in song. Fathers beam proudly. Everyone is uplifted and inspired.
That is what Children's Sunday is supposed to be like. And it used to be like that for us, way back when we had ONE, TWO children. But now? Now I have five children. And I'm old. Andlazy tired. Busy. And I take a far more relaxed, non-stressed, un-freaked-out approach to it all. So I never got around to checking whether or not my three young children had learnt their parts. I left that to their church teachers. And when the trio told me, 'We have to wear new white dresses,white shirts,a red bowtie for the program" I said, Don't be ridiculous. We don't have money to waste on that stuff. Besides, Zach will just ruin a white shirt by playing in the dirt and it will be ripped within a few hours. You already have nice church clothes. Wear those. And when they tried to protest, I used it as a teaching moment. Does God care what color clothes you wear? No, I don't think so. As long as they are clean and modest. What is important to God? It ain't bowties, let me tell ya!
We got to the church a teensie bit late. The carpark was full, we had to park on the garden. Inside, all the other children were already up on the stand and getting ready to start the program. They were a shining calvacade of angels. All dressed in white. And the boys had perfect red bowties. My husband looked at me in accusing horror. "They're all wearing white! What about your kids?" I said, Does God care what color clothes they wear?! blah blah. He didn't look convinced. I sent the children up to the stand. Zach looked very handsome. And very obvious in his blue plaid shirt. Zion was shinier than everyone else in her pink glitter top. The program started. Bella loudly shouted her line into the mike. (I didnt even know she had one. Who makes 3 year olds recite scriptures in church?!) But she yelled it no problem and I wanted to lead a stadium wave on her behalf. Zion sang a duet number with another little boy. She sounded amazing. ( So glad she doesnt take after me in the voice dept.) Zach was up next. Rocked his verses with confident ease. (Must have been the shirt...) And then Zion had to recite her part. She stood up, started eagerly...and then halfway thru she stopped. Abruptly. Stamped her foot. And exclaimed VERY LOUDLY into the mike, "Oh darn it, I forgot my words!"
Heads turned to seek out the parents of this cursing child. I laughed. And sent Zion the biggest smile and most encouraging thumbs-up that was legally allowed in a place of worship. My husband gave me a look of accusing horror. (Dude, enough with the horror already. She's your kid too.) My teenagers cringed and gave me looks of accusing horror. "Mum, why didn't you make sure she knew her part!?" I said, "Why didn't you? She's your little sister." A teacher rushed to give Zion a piece of paper to read from. She finished her part and sat down. I was so proud of her. She wore a pink glitter top, she spoke, she stumbled, she swore, and then she got back up and carried on to the end.
So, was this event another example of what a bad lazy mother I am? Yes. Did my children still rock in spite of their loser mother? Most definitely. Will I try to be good next year and make sure my children are better prepared? Probably. But I'm still convinced that God doesn't care what color clothes we wear. So there.
And I'm super grateful that Zion didn't say, "Oh shit." Like her mum does.
Thank you for helping my blog host a record 18,000 visits last month. My YA urban fantasy romance Telesa:The Covenant Keeper is now avail. from Amazon/Smashwords. Check out the reviews and see if this is a fire you would like to read more of!
Yes, the Children's Sunday presentation is a beautiful event. Parents cry when their little ones say their parts. Mothers get that warm sense of satisfaction as their child raises their voice in song. Fathers beam proudly. Everyone is uplifted and inspired.
That is what Children's Sunday is supposed to be like. And it used to be like that for us, way back when we had ONE, TWO children. But now? Now I have five children. And I'm old. And
We got to the church a teensie bit late. The carpark was full, we had to park on the garden. Inside, all the other children were already up on the stand and getting ready to start the program. They were a shining calvacade of angels. All dressed in white. And the boys had perfect red bowties. My husband looked at me in accusing horror. "They're all wearing white! What about your kids?" I said, Does God care what color clothes they wear?! blah blah. He didn't look convinced. I sent the children up to the stand. Zach looked very handsome. And very obvious in his blue plaid shirt. Zion was shinier than everyone else in her pink glitter top. The program started. Bella loudly shouted her line into the mike. (I didnt even know she had one. Who makes 3 year olds recite scriptures in church?!) But she yelled it no problem and I wanted to lead a stadium wave on her behalf. Zion sang a duet number with another little boy. She sounded amazing. ( So glad she doesnt take after me in the voice dept.) Zach was up next. Rocked his verses with confident ease. (Must have been the shirt...) And then Zion had to recite her part. She stood up, started eagerly...and then halfway thru she stopped. Abruptly. Stamped her foot. And exclaimed VERY LOUDLY into the mike, "Oh darn it, I forgot my words!"
Heads turned to seek out the parents of this cursing child. I laughed. And sent Zion the biggest smile and most encouraging thumbs-up that was legally allowed in a place of worship. My husband gave me a look of accusing horror. (Dude, enough with the horror already. She's your kid too.) My teenagers cringed and gave me looks of accusing horror. "Mum, why didn't you make sure she knew her part!?" I said, "Why didn't you? She's your little sister." A teacher rushed to give Zion a piece of paper to read from. She finished her part and sat down. I was so proud of her. She wore a pink glitter top, she spoke, she stumbled, she swore, and then she got back up and carried on to the end.
So, was this event another example of what a bad lazy mother I am? Yes. Did my children still rock in spite of their loser mother? Most definitely. Will I try to be good next year and make sure my children are better prepared? Probably. But I'm still convinced that God doesn't care what color clothes we wear. So there.
And I'm super grateful that Zion didn't say, "Oh shit." Like her mum does.
Thank you for helping my blog host a record 18,000 visits last month. My YA urban fantasy romance Telesa:The Covenant Keeper is now avail. from Amazon/Smashwords. Check out the reviews and see if this is a fire you would like to read more of!
Emma Watson (or her back at least) and a friend in the streets of Oxford
Little story that goes with it:
Now, for a pretty exciting part of my day trip to Oxford. I briefly mentioned this on my other blog, but here it is: I SAW EMMA WATSON IN THE FLESH! Yes, Hermione Granger from the Harry Potter films! It was so crazy that it happened because I jokingly posted a Facebook status that said I was heading to Oxford for the day and that maybe I’ll spot Emma Watson. I can’t believe it actually happened! As we were walking down Broad Street, Rikke spotted her and told us, and of course, I freaked out. I saw her back and I immediately took off to see if I could get a chance to talk to her. Emma popped into the Cath Kidston store and I pondered how I could go in and chat with her. Lots of people noticed her and were going into the store to get a glimpse of Emma. Finally, we just went in and up the stairs only to find that she was leaving with her friend. I totally internally freaked out as I passed her on the stairs. Of course, we didn’t follow her after that and I regret not chatting with her on the stairs. I know I could have kept my cool and I wouldn’t have seemed like a complete freak. Oh well… Can’t do anything about that now but at least I got to see her up close and in the flesh!
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Traduction Watsonuncensored :
Maintenant, une petite partie excitante de mon voyage à Oxford. J'y ai fait allusion brièvement dans mon autre blog, mais voici : J'AI VU EMMA WATSON EN CHAIR ET EN OS! Oui, Hermione Granger des films Harry Potter! C'était tellement dingue que ça soit arrivé parce que j'ai posté sur Facebook pour plaisanter que je partais pour Oxford pour la journée et que peut-être que je repèrerais Emma Watson. J'arrive pas à croire que ça se soit vraiment passé! Alors qu'on marchait dans Broad Street, Rikke l'a vue et nous l'a dit, et bien sûr, j'ai paniqué. Je l'ai vue de dos et je suis immédiatement partie pour voir si j'avais une chance de lui parler. Emma est rentrée dans le magasin Cath Kidston et j'ai réfléchi à comment je pourrais rentrer et lui parler. Beaucoup de gens l'ont repérée et sont rentrés dans le magasin pour apercevoir Emma. Finalement, on est juste rentré et on a monté les escaliers pour finalement voir qu'elle partait avec ses amis. J'ai totallement paniqué au fond de moi pendant qu'elle passait à côté de moi dans les escaliers. Je sais que j'aurais pu garder mon calme et j'aurais pas eu l'air d'une dingue. Je peux rien y faire maintenant mais au moins j'ai pu la voir de près et en chair et en os!
Bikini babes set new Guinness record
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| Guinness World Records adjudicator Chris Sheedy holds the certificate awarded to the participants at Surfers Paradise Beach in Gold Coast City after they broke the world record for the longest bikini parade. 357 bikini clad girls paraded on Surfers Paradise beach to break the record of 331 set in 2010 by the Cayman Island Amateur Swimming Association. AFP PHOTO / MURRAY RIX |
Fans of Paraguay and Brazil pose for pictures
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| Fans of Paraguay and Brazil pose for pictures before the start of their 2011 Copa America quarter-final football match held at the Ciudad de La Plata stadium in La Plata, 59 Km south of Buenos Aires, on July 17, 2011. AFP PHOTO |
Lewin Pee from Johor Bahru, Malaysia - Lenglui #199
Name: Lewin Pee
Date of Birth: Feb 15, 1989
Weight: 165 cm
Weight: 47 kg
Measurements: 32 25 34
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/LewinPee
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LewinPeePage
About: Lewin Pee is a model and graphic designer from Johor Bahru, Malaysia. Lewin has modeled for several print-ads across national and international region. Lewin is no stranger to pageantry as she has won the Malaysia Teen Idol 2009 and reached the Top 10 Finalist in Miss Chinese Cosmos South East Asia 2010. Apart from working in front of the camera as a model, Lewin found her passion lies in photography on the other side of the lens. Anyway, only the best of Lewin Pee available here, all filtered by http://dailylenglui.asia.
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