I write blogs cause its fun. I enjoy sharing my good, bad and ugly with a reading world. I don't know... maybe it therapeutic. I especially like being able to advance the Kingdom of GOD through preaching the WORD on paper. That's a new twist for me. Using technology to spread around the GOSPEL and share lessons from the BIBLE. Maybe, in part, that's what JESUS meant when HE said, "And the Good News about the Kingdom will be preached throughout the whole world, so that all nations will hear it; and then the end will come." (Matthew 24:14)...Maybe JESUS knew we would have access to the whole world at our fingertips in these last days...via the invention of the internet. Seems there's nothing we people can't do on there!
My JESUS also said something else. And i've been thinking about it lately. HE said, "A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his relatives and his own family." To which i reply. "Amen."
Dang freakin rabbit kids...i'm a fair and reasonable woman...statistically speaking i could be happy with 4 out of 9 of you reading my blogs....that is less that half.
Okay...how about 1 out of 9?
Here's an idea...maybe you children of mine could devise a rotating system...there's enough of you...each of you read 1 blog...and then you do not have to read another of my writings for about a month. That's not so hard is it? I feel this system would be good practice for when you are all fully grown and in your own homes...and i am aged...and maybe a little needy...and you could all take turns with me for 1 month? Let's see... i could live in your individual homes in 1 month increments...that would only leave me 3 months to fend for myself...if you were generous kids...you could cycle your ol ma during the colder months so that i could save the 3 warmer months for car living. Not a bad idea, eh?
Besides, i am trying to avoid surprises and fights in my older years when i am staying at your homes. The thought of little Ben or Noah Jr. or Josiah (the 2nd).... discovering on their own that Ga-Ge has a blog...and leafing through the archives...and seeing all the stuff that i've written about their daddys and their aunts and uncles...(although as pleasant as that thought is)...kinda makes me cringe. It only stands to reason that if you were reading my stuff now...you would have plenty of time to deal with it, get over it, and move on.
Sometimes i force my kids to read my newest blog...actually i follow them around the house with my laptop, reading aloud as they flip pancakes or play on their IPODS. I laugh openly at my witty sense of humor and ask "Did you get that? That's hilarious!" I re-read certain parts for emphasis...or sometimes just to see if they are actually listening...i once was stuck on the phrase "I have a thought" for about 4 minutes...till one of the kids blinked and said, "Didn't you just say that?"
My older more mature kids offer me little hope either.
My eldest Seth, who has his own thriving-writing-online-magazine- business...listens patiently, with his headphones on while he is writing his own articles...he nods every few minutes...to appear interested...
"Seth, do you think the cow jumped over the moon fit in there well?" I ask after i conclude my out loud blog reading.
"Huh, yeah...sounded good mom." Comes the answer.
Seth just reached his Millionth reader...Millionth...with a capital M...last week i reach 125...so who needs his input anyways?
Heath lives a couple of hours away...He loves his ma...he likes to keep in touch with family...for sure he is reading my stuff...the other day on the phone while chatting i asked:
"Hey, Heath, have you been reading any of my blogs?"
"Ahhh, yeah...they are good....."
The next day i sat down on my site and saw that my 2nd son, Heath, had pressed the "like" button on about 10 of my newest blogs.
Evidently what Heath meant was "Ahhhh, yeah...they are good...when i read them tomorrow."
There is nothing like daughters...and i've got the best...hands down...they just don't read my stuff...
Hannah's sound reasoning.."I lived that stuff everyday. I was there when it happened. I could write those stories. It would be like reliving needless moments. It would be equivalent to Deja Ve."
Bekah's excuse is "Natey (her boyfriend) faithfully reads every one and he summarizes them for me."
Well....how kind of Natey.
Ah, a prophet without honor in her own town...amongst her own people...i will add that to my list of martyrdom sayings that i spew aloud every few weeks within hearing distance of those naughty kids.
And i will keep writing...and i will keep telling...and i will keep sharing...and i will keep preaching...and i will keep laughing on the page...and i will keep crying on the paper...as my life unfolds... in an unsteady rhythm...
And one sweet day, i will grab my youngest grand by the hand....whisper shhhh with my finger pressed to my mouth...smile cunningly...and tiptoe off to my 1 month room in his home. I will seat him all cuddly like on my lap...open my computer...and search thismamasquirrel.com. Then i will share with him treasures and secrets....about how amazingly awesome...and how completely random...and how unbelievably wonderful his family has always been...back when his daddy and his uncles and his aunts were my naughty kids. And we will laugh...and we will smile...and i will teach him to say...
"Dang freakin' rabbit kids!"
My JESUS also said something else. And i've been thinking about it lately. HE said, "A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his relatives and his own family." To which i reply. "Amen."
Dang freakin rabbit kids...i'm a fair and reasonable woman...statistically speaking i could be happy with 4 out of 9 of you reading my blogs....that is less that half.
Okay...how about 1 out of 9?
Here's an idea...maybe you children of mine could devise a rotating system...there's enough of you...each of you read 1 blog...and then you do not have to read another of my writings for about a month. That's not so hard is it? I feel this system would be good practice for when you are all fully grown and in your own homes...and i am aged...and maybe a little needy...and you could all take turns with me for 1 month? Let's see... i could live in your individual homes in 1 month increments...that would only leave me 3 months to fend for myself...if you were generous kids...you could cycle your ol ma during the colder months so that i could save the 3 warmer months for car living. Not a bad idea, eh?
Besides, i am trying to avoid surprises and fights in my older years when i am staying at your homes. The thought of little Ben or Noah Jr. or Josiah (the 2nd).... discovering on their own that Ga-Ge has a blog...and leafing through the archives...and seeing all the stuff that i've written about their daddys and their aunts and uncles...(although as pleasant as that thought is)...kinda makes me cringe. It only stands to reason that if you were reading my stuff now...you would have plenty of time to deal with it, get over it, and move on.
Sometimes i force my kids to read my newest blog...actually i follow them around the house with my laptop, reading aloud as they flip pancakes or play on their IPODS. I laugh openly at my witty sense of humor and ask "Did you get that? That's hilarious!" I re-read certain parts for emphasis...or sometimes just to see if they are actually listening...i once was stuck on the phrase "I have a thought" for about 4 minutes...till one of the kids blinked and said, "Didn't you just say that?"
My older more mature kids offer me little hope either.
My eldest Seth, who has his own thriving-writing-online-magazine- business...listens patiently, with his headphones on while he is writing his own articles...he nods every few minutes...to appear interested...
"Seth, do you think the cow jumped over the moon fit in there well?" I ask after i conclude my out loud blog reading.
"Huh, yeah...sounded good mom." Comes the answer.
Seth just reached his Millionth reader...Millionth...with a capital M...last week i reach 125...so who needs his input anyways?
Heath lives a couple of hours away...He loves his ma...he likes to keep in touch with family...for sure he is reading my stuff...the other day on the phone while chatting i asked:
"Hey, Heath, have you been reading any of my blogs?"
"Ahhh, yeah...they are good....."
The next day i sat down on my site and saw that my 2nd son, Heath, had pressed the "like" button on about 10 of my newest blogs.
Evidently what Heath meant was "Ahhhh, yeah...they are good...when i read them tomorrow."
There is nothing like daughters...and i've got the best...hands down...they just don't read my stuff...
Hannah's sound reasoning.."I lived that stuff everyday. I was there when it happened. I could write those stories. It would be like reliving needless moments. It would be equivalent to Deja Ve."
Bekah's excuse is "Natey (her boyfriend) faithfully reads every one and he summarizes them for me."
Well....how kind of Natey.
Ah, a prophet without honor in her own town...amongst her own people...i will add that to my list of martyrdom sayings that i spew aloud every few weeks within hearing distance of those naughty kids.
And i will keep writing...and i will keep telling...and i will keep sharing...and i will keep preaching...and i will keep laughing on the page...and i will keep crying on the paper...as my life unfolds... in an unsteady rhythm...
And one sweet day, i will grab my youngest grand by the hand....whisper shhhh with my finger pressed to my mouth...smile cunningly...and tiptoe off to my 1 month room in his home. I will seat him all cuddly like on my lap...open my computer...and search thismamasquirrel.com. Then i will share with him treasures and secrets....about how amazingly awesome...and how completely random...and how unbelievably wonderful his family has always been...back when his daddy and his uncles and his aunts were my naughty kids. And we will laugh...and we will smile...and i will teach him to say...
"Dang freakin' rabbit kids!"