There are a handful of times where I think you can actually smell desperation. Not just see it in someone's eyes, but really savor the skunky-sweet odor of desperation.
Those times are:
4:30 pm on Halloween in the candy aisle at Wal-Mart. And all that is left is ripped open bag of generic root beer barrels.
5:30 pm on Christmas Eve at the Wal-Mart toy aisle.(interesting how much desperation there is at Wal-Mart) Your chance of a Elmo TMX or PS3 is null. You are just praying to God above that you will find anything that remotely resembles a toy to give your bratty nephew.
5:55 pm at the grocery store on Thanksgiving Eve.
Suffice it to say, the smell at Publix late tomorrow afternoon will not be pecan pies and golden-roasted turkey, but rather the rank-musty smell of desperate housewives in fist-fights and land wars ("these crazy people are driving their buggies like it is the last lap at Talladega...") over the last box of StoveTop Stuffing.
How do I know this...because I have been (and probably will be) part of the desperate hoard trying to talk myself into thinking that leftover Halloween candy corn is an acceptable Thanksgiving vegetable.
Parenting involves lots of responsibility and decision making. Actually as I mentally run down the list of things that fall solely to the dad, it seems to me that nearly every decision is mom's and frankly she "decides" to let dad's be in charge of only five things: vomit, bugs, spiders, snakes, and chunky milk.
While the first four are obvious, it took me a few years to comprehend fully the “chunky milk” responsibility. Basically anytime there is a school lunch thermos that has spent the weekend in the back of the car, or maybe a bed-time glass of milk that get set behind the night stand for a couple of weeks, dad gets called into action. And it is not in the first part of the disposal of the milk that is the problem; it is in digging around at the bottom of the glass to get the chunky parts that are holding on for dear life. I have discovered it is this dairy adhesive that, when separated, stinks with the stench of a thousand-year-old skunk stuffed into the back of a 1974 Chevy parked on the side of the road in July in western Arizona . That is bad part of the chunk milk responsibility.
The only thing worse than clearing out the chunky milk from the nasty glass is hearing your lovely wife say, as she conveniently walks back in the room to see you wiping your tears and clenching your gut from the unholy stank, “Oh honey I meant for you to throw that away. Our little pumpkin cannot possibly use that again. Didn’t you smell it when you cleaned it out?”
Makes me long for more vomit, snakes, spiders, and bugs.
As you begin thinking about Christmas shopping, please consider Show Offs Art.
Sometimes the inspiration behind a piece of art is as important as the art itself.
We find a lot of our inspiration in our children. In our desire to find a fun and inviting way to have Scripture around the house, we developed the magnetic boards as a way to "show off" the things that are important to us...our family, our faith, our friends.
We worked with Holly, an amazingly talented artist friend, to develop the line of canvases. Again, the purpose is to bring Scripture (and a little bit of whimsy and fun) into homes in a bright and colorful way.
The story behind our "Heart and Globe" piece sums up who we are as a family, and also what we do as a company.
Madison Atwood is a mentally and physically disabled 11-year-old girl who lives in Brentwood, Tennessee. For Christmas 2006, Madison’s mom decided that Madison would paint a picture of a heart as a gift for her dad.
An artist friend, Holly, outlined a heart in pencil. She gave Madison the paint brush (one color at a time) and Madison started to trace the outline in lots of bright colors.
When Holly gave Madison the turquoise colored brush, she turned her back for a second and Madison colored a big circle over the heart!
We initially thought the painting was ruined. But as we looked a little closer, it became clear that the “big blob” was the globe, and the whole image was an example of how big God’s love is for our world.
Our daughter Madison’s “Big Heart, Little Globe” has now become the inspiration for our John 3:16 Heart and Globe print. Now, when Madison sees her picture, she says, “Our world is so small but God’s love is so BIG!” What a wonderful reminder!
Have you ever had an awkward pause in a conversation where you could?
have sworn you heard crickets chirping? Now you can ACTUALLY hear?
crickets chirping.?Check this out.?theCRICKETtoy? is for any awkward pause.
Right now, some awkward situation is probably running through your mind. And if your family is anything like mine, the upcoming holidays should provide countless opportunities for this little green guy to interject a chirp or two. (great stocking stuffer!)
theCRICKETtoy? was created by Jeff Anderson, a songwriter/producer in Nashville with a goofy sense of humor. He has several awkward videos?posted here?and you can buy your own cricket on his?website.?Matter of fact, it would make the ideal stocking stuffer for the teen in your life. Everyone knows they are full of awkward moments?
Like I said, check it out:
(yes, a PT Cruiser wrapped like a HUGE Green Cricket!)
P.S. I told him I would help him get the word out, so please copy and paste this entry in your blog and ask your readers to buy a toy and put this entry in their blog. I want to see just how many blogs we can get this fun, toy (Great Stocking Stuffer-only $5) on! I think we've got the next ?pet rock? and it's fun to be a part of creating a cultural phenomenon!
I have always sort of lumped Veteran's Day into a category with Columbus Day and President's day...sort of quasi-holidays where you didn't get mail.
I am from a generation of which little was required in terms of sacrifice for country. I missed the draft and was never inclined to volunteer. I do not come from a family where serving in the armed forces was part of the fabric of life. That is not a "for better or worse" judgment, just a statement of fact. I do not have anyone in my immediate family who was in the armed services.
So I suppose that is why Veteran's Day has never registered. Simply that no one I know very well is a veteran.
Kenzo sings in the chorus at school and today they had a Veteran's Day program. So more out of obligation to see Kenzo be part of the middle school chorus for the first time I attended the program.
And it was amazing.
The centerpiece of the event was a personal recognition of all the veteran's attending.
Name, rank, branch of service and any interesting details. Medals, valor, heroism, service, courage, and on and on.
What struck me though, more than the exotic ports of call for service or participation in battles I had read about was the fact the least amount of time anyone served was three years.
Three years of their lives.
When they were 18 or 20 or 25 years old.
When I was 18 or 20 or 25 years old I was not willing or interested in doing anything beyond what was serving my personal interests for more than three minutes.
I think I need to meet some more veteran's and remember that Veteran's Day is more than a day I do not get mail.