Now I'm Lost Too

Michelle and I had a date night a few weeks ago. The boys were at a friends house for a camping sleepover so we were kid-less. After a nice, child-free meal we stopped at the Game X-Change to see if they had any intriguing videos to take home. Completely on impulse, we bought Season 1 of LOST.

Neither of us had ever seen the show, but we knew that Josh and Bethany were fans. Josh once even watched a full season in four days, that sinner ( http://gloriadei614.wordpress.com/2007/03/19/lost/ ).

So now we're hooked. Not since '24' have we enjoyed and looked so forward to our TV time . We have two episodes to watch to complete the first season. I hope that I can find a used copy of Season 2 - I hate to pay retail for those things.

Anybody want to borrow Season 1 when we're done?

Photo Credit HT:http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index?pn=photos#t=54633

You're Not So Welcome

Manners are important to me.

I strive to observe them and I endeavor to teach their use to my kids.

The lack of manners exhibited in people today is one of my biggest pet peaves. Our culture is quickly dispensing with the basic use of "Please" and "Thank You".

Here's an interesting piece from Boundless Line about the replacement of "You're Welcome".

http://www.boundlessline.org/2008/10/whatever-happen.html

Presidential Peace

In regard to next week's election, I now have a peace. I'm not
anxious.

My candidate may or may not win. I will vote, and I will be disappointed if the results go against my cast, but at the end of the day, I will not get down.

The source of my new-found peace is this verse that I read yesterday:



The king’s heart is a stream of water in the hand of the LORD; he turns it wherever he will. Proverbs 21:1 (ESV)

Michelle's Prayer

I thought Michelle's prayer from her comment on the 'f-bomb' deserved it's own post.

"O LORD, teach me to impart Your truth so it remains even when I fail."

Droppin' the F-Bomb

It was bound to happen.

This week, my kids asked us what the f-word was.

At the tender ages of 7 and 9, they finally got introduced to the mighty and terrible mother-of-all-cusswords. Frankly, I am amazed that we managed to insulate it from them thus far in their lives. After all, that word permeates so much of our culture now.

“Where did you hear this word?” their mother and I calmly asked.

There were lots of answers that I expected to hear:

“From one of the big boys at the skateboard park.”
“From the TV.” You try and watch out for this one, but with cable, you never know, right?
“From some ‘Hell’s Angels’ biker who broke down on our street.”
“From Mom - she says it all the time.” Just kidding Michelle.

But, alas, it was none of the above. Where did my precious, innocent children hear the Mt. Everest of swearwords? It was from a soccer mom, living in our corner of suburbia, who was yelling at her own kid from her driveway. Apparently he had locked her out of the house, and she, on one side of the door and strongly desiring to be on the other side of the door where her child was, shouted “Open the f-ing door!!”

Nice, huh?

Makes me wonder where her kid first heard the f-bomb.