Thursday, May 12, 2011

In tha Muthahood

Anita Renfroe is a mother.  She is funny and always makes me laugh.  This is one of her videos that seems to be making the Facebook rounds lately.  In case you've missed it, I thought I would share.  I mean, how can you miss with lyrics like: 'Show respect to me 'cause you put the stretchmarks on these hips'.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCbPqi3virQ

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Before and After Beauty - Bristol Palin


            After                                Before


Bristol Palin had 'facial surgery' recently.  She says it was not plastic surgery to improve her appearance, but to correct a jaw alignment problem.  Maybe that is totally true.  I don't know.  I do know that before and after pictures of her look very different.  You can read the TV Guide account here.

Both versions of her are very pretty.  I hope she didn't think she needed extra services to make her look prettier.  I hope she knows and values the importance of inner beauty, and seeks to develop that aspect as well.  I wish the comment makers on that TV Guide site were not so rude and mean.  Some were saying that she was much prettier before.  I hope she doesn't take those comments personally (right).  I hope other girls don't see drastic measures are necessary to define their own beauty.  Culture's definitions of beauty and worth can be so messed up.

That's what I think, anyway.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies



I picked out the book To Be Perfectly Honest (One Man's Year of Almost Living Truthfully Could Change Your Life.  No Lie) to review on a fluke.  It sounded kind of quirky, but interesting - an easy read.  I had never hear of the author, Phil Callaway, before.  He has apparently written many books and is a well-known (to a lot of other people, anyway) humorist.

The book has an interesting premise --this guy planned to tell nothing but the truth for an entire year, and he wrote something about the experience each day.  Even though the premise was interesting, I expected it to be primarily a fluff piece.  It really wasn't, though.  Callaway did write something each day, and many of the comments were genuinely funny, especially for those who travel in religious circles.  Some sample passages:

Day 43:  Call me cranky, but I decided not to join in on a few of the worship songs in church this morning.  I feel too much like a liar when I do.  We were singing, "You're all I want, you're all I've ever needed...", and I couldn't help thinking of all the things I want.  I want my children to be okay, I want health, I want enough money for lunch at the sub shop.  I want a nicer car, I want to take a winter vacation.


"Shout to the Lord..."  I hadn't heard a shout in this church since the children took the stage for the Christmas program and Danny E. had toilet paper hanging out the back of his pants.


"We lift our hand..."  Sorry.  Not in our church.  I am part of a denomination where we lift our hand only during a police raid, though we haven't had the opportunity to test my theory.

There were also occasional e-mails exchanged between the writer and 'Ruth Madoff' (who would transfer the bulk of her fortune to him for his minimal financial assistance) and people from the Post Rapture Pet Care people.  You know, the ones who will take care of your pets after you have been raptured up, for a prepaid fee, of course.  But some of the best parts were when he took real world topics and brought them home, such as class reunions, chain smoking, and parental dementia (these were heart breaking, and made me think of my own grandmother).

Day 181:  I found my mother, lonesome and wondering who I am.  Lately she's been totally coherent, except when she's awake.  When I visit, she won't speak to me at first.  Instead, she informs the lamp:  "He left his wife, you know.  He's been stealing from me.  Yes, he's a thief".
       Most of our conversation is surreal, like I am in some parallel universe on the Space channel where I need a language decoder.  "Yes, he's taken everything, even washing the floors and bunions."
       Then she turn to me and says, "Daddy, it's good to see you!"


Day 277:  Mom has suffered much through life, things she wouldn't talk about until her sixties.  And tonight there she was, smiling at me without any reason for it.  Telling me how she played with her dollies today.  And snuggling with a bear I bought her.  She's blissfully happy.  I'm the one with all the questions.


This is a good book, and a worthwhile read.  I even told my husband that the small group discussion questions for each chapter at the end are the best ones I have ever seen in a book.  He looked skeptical, but they really are.  They are 'real worldy' and practical.  I like that.  You can read an excerpt from the beginning of the book here.

Disclaimer:  I received a complementary copy of this book from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing Group for review purposes.  No other compensation was received.  You can find out more information about this book here.

Osama bin Laden and armpits

It has been a very interesting 24 hours.  It was just about this time last night when most of the main TV stations had gone from their regular programs to await a statement by President Obama.  My husband and I were waiting to see what it would be, since it is very rare for a President to call a press conference on a Sunday at such a late time.  We speculated along with Facebook friends about what could be going on until it became known that Osama bin Ladin had been killed by a group of Navy Seals earlier that day.

Needless to say, this has been THE news item everywhere, and the subject of many Facebook and Twitter posts.  This is understandable, given the enormity of the situation.  However, I have been more and more discouraged over the tone of many of the posts I am reading.  Most people have very strong opinions on the matter, which is fine with me.  People whose opinions I respect have widely different views on it all.  Far extreme comments on all sides are quoting Scriptures to back up their opinions, and are not only convinced their insights are the best, but some are attacking each other for not holding to a particular party line.  For example, one of my friends shared a blog post that showed a picture of Jesus washing OBL's feet in an act of service.  Some understood the sentiment that Jesus died for OBL as well as themselves.  Others went ballistic, arguing (in a mean spirited manner) that they were offended by the image and its implications.  Of course Jesus is thrilled to have OBL taken out, so take that, you @#$%^&, which was then followed by another Bible verse.  Meanwhile, people all over who are skeptical of Jesus followers at best read on, and many are left with a bad taste about God.

I have my own opinions about God's take on it all.  The older I get, the more acutely I realize that the old saying hold a lot of truth:  opinions are like armpits; everybody has them and a lot of times they stink. I've learned it is best if I don't try to speak for God, at least about matters I am not absolutely certain about.  There are some things I KNOW to be true, though. Things like:

--God made me special, and He loves me very much (thanks, Bob and Larry)
--I'm just a sinner, saved by grace.
--He's still working on me, to make me what I ought to be.  It took Him just a week to make the moon and the stars, the sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.  How loving and patient He must be--He's still working on me.
--Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.  Because He lives, all fear is gone.
--Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so.
--Jesus loves the little children, all the children of the world.  Red, brown, yellow, black and white.  They are precious in His sight.  Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Like so many other truths in my life, these are set to music.  I could go on and on, but I won't.  The dryer is about to quit and I don't want the clothes to get wrinkled.  One thing I am absolutely certain about is this:  There is a God, and I am not Him.  That helps me keep a reign on my words.  Most of the time, anyway.

That being said, I do want to share one tweet my husband received on Sunday night.  Not because it is true.  I just thought it was funny:

"Now we know why there was no Season 9 of '24'.  Good job, Jack."

(And there goes to dryer buzzer--time to get back to my real world.)

I hope you all have a blessed day.  And please remember to pray for those affected by the tornadoes last week.  Such devastation, as well as endless opportunities for people to be the real hands and feet of Jesus.