This really needs no words of introduction other that to quote BooMama…
Jimmy Fallon & Justin Timberlake: The History of Rap, Part 2 – This little treasure isn’t for the young’uns, but it’s mighty entertaining for mamas and daddies who grew up in the 80s and 90s.
This is a How I Roll post. From time to time I’ll show you the way we do things in our home (how we roll). Some of my favorite posts to read on other blogs are these kind of posts. It gives me ideas and inspiration to make my own home and life move more smoothly. So enjoy taking a look at how I roll. Take my ideas and make them your own, just be sure to leave a few of your ideas for me to use, too.
Do you pray daily for your kids?
I mean like really pray for them, using specifics and everything?
I’d like to say that I do and that I’m intentionally about how and what I pray, but the truth is that my prayers mostly sound like 911 calls to heaven… Lord, please help me! My kids are driving me nuts! Please make them stop!
Not proud of it, but it’s true.
So when I came across this list somewhere on the interwebby* I thought, Wow! I could totally print this out and have something specific and intentional to pray for my kids every day of the month. So that’s what I did.
Then I thought, I bet there are other moms and dads who’d love to pray for their kids in a more intentional way. So I whipped up a handy-dandy PDF file that you can go ahead and print out for you very own.
*I take absolutely no credit for this list. I found it at The Fisher Family Blog. This List was compiled by Bob Hostetler. More info can be found at www.ReviveOurHearts.com.
So yesterday’s post was a bit on the heavy side. I bared my soul. I was nekkid. Today on the other hand, I will be keeping things light and fluffy. I will not be nekkid. Or even naked.
(Side note: Yesterday in an unintentional attempt to keep my day heavy I decided to make yeast bread from scratch without the modern-day help from a mixer or bread machine. The bread was delish but very, shall we say, dense.
I was lamenting to the Music Man that the bread I made was not light and fluffy. His words of encouragement: “But you’re light and fluffy.”
He realized immediately that his choice of words was probably not the best thing to say to his oh-so pregnant wife. Then he tried again and said my hair was fluffy. Poor guy.)
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, light and fluffy. I don’t want you thinking that this blog is all serious and that I’m just this über retrospective girl with no sense of humor or life. So unlike the bread, we’re going to rise to the occasion…
(Ha! Get it? RISE to the occasion?)
May I present the light and fluffy for the day…
All I can say is that he had just told me that he had locked me in jail for being mean.
Like I said…today is all about the light and fluffy.
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