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ByAngie

I’m Cheesy And I Know It

It is no secret that I’m a sucker for cheesy humor and puns. The invention of internet memes has not helped this guilty pleasure of mine one bit. My sense of humor is definitely… “different”…

My “jokes” are sometimes so painful that they even hurt me. My husband can often be heard saying “Please, just stop” when I’m being “funny”. As for my children, well, I wouldn’t be a good mother were I not embarrassing them, right?

Oh, and you know how a song will get stuck in your head and become an ear worm? Even if you don’t like the song? Yeah, when that happens to me, I can’t help but change the lyrics. It’s never anything semi-normal either. The more random and off the wall the better. After that I absolutely must sing the song repeatedly for about 2 weeks. Frequently. At the top of my lungs. It’s only natural to wear it out and not waste it.

So, today when I told my sweet hubby that I was making this graphic because I just couldn’t hold it in any longer, he just held his head in shame. Have I warned my children? No. And it’s very possible that they will be pretty humiliated. But this is who I am! Why can’t they all just accept it?

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What about you? What’s your sense of humor like? Do you occasionally (or constantly) cause people to moan and groan when you crack a joke? I’d love to hear about it!

ByJudye

Considering The Lillies

I guess the older we get, the more we recall past experiences with tempered melancholia. What seemed tragic in childhood, after mature reflection, seems somewhat sweeter as time passes. Bitter-sweet is an apt way to describe it.

My shepherd dog, Skippy, was my best friend. We were both born in Birmingham, Alabama. My parents got him when he was a puppy & I was barely walking. We loved each other unconditionally. I remember my parents telling me how Skippy saved me from toddling into a busy street by pulling me back by the seat of my pants before they could get to me.

Time wore on & we were living in Paducah, KY. I was in 4th grade & when we were at school, Skippy, would leave our house just off Schniedeman Rd. & go to my Aunt’s house – all the way to Park Ave. That’s a long trek for a dog, but he learned to cross the street with the lights & always made it back safely. She took care of him until he decided the visit was over. Most everybody on his route knew him by name.

One afternoon he came home sick & laid in the backyard for hours. Dad came home from work & said he had been poisoned & we would just stay with him until it was time for him to leave us. We didn’t leave his side. My Mom cried. We all cried as we watched him leave us. I remember it as if it happened 5 minutes ago. Daddy wrapped him in a clean white sheet & carefully carried him away. We buried him in the field right next to our house. I drove by there a while back to see if the field had been upset by new construction. It hasn’t been touched. “Consider the lilies of the field” has a special meaning to this woman who will never forget her best friend, Skippy.

ByAngie

Remember That Time I Got Stuck In The Elevator Door?

First of all, this will NOT be a spiritual post. However, it was requested by a few that I blog about it, so here you go. I hope it makes you all smile, even if at my expense.

Hmm... Now I see why my 3rd child is afraid of these things...

On Wednesday afternoon my Mom and I packed my 3 youngest children up in the car and headed down to City Hall to handle some business.

It was hectic, confusing, and HOT in the building. The elevators were small, just barely fitting my huge bus of a double stroller.

On my, oh, 348th ride on the elevator, I hit a snag:

The doors opened. The girl and guy inside the elevator slowly ease their way out. We’re talking snail speed. It was fine, I wasn’t in a hurry. But they looked at me like I was a greeter who was supposed to tell them which direction to go. You know, because the city hires women and let’s them bring 3 children under 3 to work with them… 😉

Finally, they were out of the way and I started to back into the elevator, and that’s when it happened:

I felt the door closing on my shoulder! It wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, so I moved forward… but not enough.

I WISH the elevator was this big...

My left butt cheek was STUCK in the door and about 10-12 people were just standing there, looking at me like “What a moron”. Can’t say I blame them… But I literally had to PULL my rear end OUT of the door. I flashed images of the elevator moving and ripping my butt off. (I have an imagination, obviously.)

I’ve been sitting a little oddly since, but have been okay otherwise.

Oh, and I was there to get a zoning permit for the business license to start the online store we are about to launch on this site. Talk about being professional! Thank goodness that I quickly hit the “down” button right after and the doors opened right back up about 10 seconds later.

Talk about embarrassing!

No really, talk about embarrassing… What’s happened to you? Let’s all laugh at ourselves and just how silly we can be…

ByAngie

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Bringing you only the best! One smarty and one ditz…

But we would NEVER pass the chance for OUR FAMILIES to see us, even if it risked humiliating ourselves. We would do ANYTHING for OUR FAMILY!

Becky and Madison, NOW you’re seeing your Mom & G’Madre Diania!

But we’re not bitter…

 

Dear Lord, Please don’t let us end up on Tosh.O, Break.com, or any other one of those hilarious shows… Ugh… Only for those we love would we do this, because we would NEVER not acknowledge them on camera. 😉 In Jesus’ name we pray. And the church & blog world said AMEN!!!

ByDiania

Empty Nest Syndrome

Unlike the rest of the wonderful ladies that I get the pleasure to blog with my children are all grown, actually thought I would enjoy the peace and quiet when my husband and I were free to do what ever we wanted. “WRONG”, depression hit like a ton of bricks, for over a year I could barely function… My daughter moved away, starting with baby steps, first to Victorville then to Bakersfield, and on to Tennessee,, now even further, they are pastoring in Illinois, I feel blessed knowing she is serving the Lord… but not being able to watch my grandchildren grow up is the hardest thing I have ever had to face… I feel my grandchildren are my greatest accomplishment……..They are truly my joy.. each child with their own personality
I would give anything to go back and spend time with my children.. knowing what I know now things would have been totally different. I would of had them in church from the moment they were born… I Try so hard to tell people how important it is if you want to raise a loving caring child then you need to teach him the love of Jesus…. It’s our job to do just that… I made so many mistakes, but by the grace of God I have let that go, I know my Lord and savior has forgiven me, and with that I can go on doing the work he has called me to do… I feel it’s so important for young mothers to know that the house work is not all that important… those dishes will be there, those unmade beds aren’t going anywhere either… So go ahead and get your hands sticky with those lil guys, your making a memory every time you do… and you can bet they love every minute of it…. Do I feel worthy to be able to be a part of this lil group, ‘NO’ but I do feel blessed, And pray for me, because I get very nervous when I think about blogging, if you have read some of the post from the other ladies then you will know why…… I’m sure God knows my desires and He has never let me down. so please bare with me.. God isn’t finished with me yet. You will find most of my post are poems… My desire is to write a book, with short stories and poems mixed, I honestly believe in my heart that the four of us ladies could write a book, It wasn’t by accident we got here, God is good and he has a plan for us. He put the four of us together for a reason, and I’m ready to find out what that reason is …. I just got to figure out how to do it all, my computer skills are not the best…. Any way I just wanted to get acquainted with you all and let you know you will be hearing more from… go wash those hands and get ready to lift them up… After all praising Jesus is all that really matters….

love,