Friday, August 26, 2011
Goodreads
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Literally
The necessary background:
My parents watch our son for us while we are at work during the day. They live in the country and have many neighbors with farm animals. They frequently take walks with our son to visit the animals and they know many of them by name, including a cow named Grace.
The story:
A few days ago we were going through the normal bedtime routine for our two-year-old. One of the last things we do is say bed-time prayers. It was my husband’s turn to pray (we switch off) and he said something along the lines of, “and we thank You for Your grace…” Our son interjected, “grace go?” which is his way of asking where something is, in this case, grace. My husband stopped mid-prayer to try to explain God’s grace and how it works to forgive our sins to a toddler. Deacon listened attentively. I don’t know how my husband felt, but I felt pretty pleased with the reception he was getting and I was thinking that maybe some of it was getting through. …Until my husband finished and Deacon said, “Grace is a COW.”
And we couldn’t argue with that. Yes, yes, she is. And now he probably thinks she can forgive our sins AND chew her cud.
I cannot help but love how literal kids are.
Posted by J. Elle at 1:51 PM 1 comments
Monday, August 22, 2011
Two things...
1. dear caller,
don't call me and then ask if you can put me on hold. no, you can't. YOU called ME.
2. dear person,
when i can smell your perfume outside at 10 yards away upwind, chances are you're putting too much on.
Posted by J. Elle at 2:20 PM 4 comments
Labels: imaginary letter
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
A fine line.
Until yesterday, I had no idea what a fine line there was between courteous and creepy for grocery store baggers.
Courteous
Male Bagger (mid 30's):
"Can I help you out with your groceries?"
Me:
"No, thank you."
Creepy
Male Bagger (mid-30's)
"Are you sure? I'd really like to help you out."
Me:
(Hmmm, let me think: Am I sure that I don't want a creepy man walking me out to my car trying to make conversation with me for ten excruciating minutes while I pray he doesn't say, or do, anything else creepy that forces me to wave the wedding ring on my hand in front of his face or pull the mace out of my purse. That's a tough one.)
"Yes, I'm really sure. No, thank you."
Posted by J. Elle at 3:30 PM 2 comments
Labels: conversation
Monday, August 8, 2011
Imperfect
(click the photo to enlarge)
Posted by J. Elle at 9:34 AM 0 comments
Friday, August 5, 2011
It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset...
(Bonus if you know the books/movie I'm quoting from in the post title.)
Posted by J. Elle at 1:44 PM 1 comments