Looking back at the first month of 2013, these are the top things that caused me to say my ever popular word… “Really?” Whether it was said from a happy place of excitement or from shock at an unbelievable situation, or just flatly stating an undeniable fact… the word fit the bill. Now You decide…
My son is engaged
My other son is engaged.
I’m going to be an instant “grandma” to 4 amazing kids…
My daughter is talking about pledging a Sorority
The gun control debate…
Nicki Minaj is on American Idol…
Pop Culture…. Just… pop culture… sigh.
My youngest just got his driver’s permit (!!!)
I feel 25 in my head…most of the time, and can finally admit it.
I named my GPS Marsha… so I can say it 3 times in a row whenever she is “replanning”… (Does anyone even get this? Or am I really lamer than I think)
Fringe ended… forever.
I’m more nervous about my puppy’s training school graduation, then I was about my kids… (How am I going to get her to “stay” for 30 whole seconds??)
The Downton Abbey death… (OMGosh!)
Seeing the full moon… (I know… this isn’t a “new” thing, but every time I see one, I can’t help but to be in awe of it and our Creator)
After not really having a sweet tooth my entire life… I now dream about ice cream and milk shakes…
My pants are too tight…
What made you say “Really” last month?
These are a few of the things that caused me to say, “really?” last week…
- Watched 4 hours of a Storage Wars marathon…And liked it.
- Traveled for 2 hours (each way) for my son to play baseball. Twice in one week.
- Have the worst sunburn on my knees. Just my knees.
- Pollen. Just pollen. (GA broke the count record at 9,369)
- Spent an hour on the phone with a dog whisperer… (prozac dog post HERE)
- Found out there’s a TV show called Duck Dynasty…(wondering why we can’t come up with a show idea and make it big…)
- Had my daughter tell me that the larger spoons threw off the “feng shui” of her breakfast cereal experience.
- Caught my husband watching Welcome Back Kotter on his iphone…
- Had my son tell me the Hunger Games really wasn’t that violent.
- Had to remind my son that 22 children were killed in the Hunger Games…
I also found out that my daughter is almost to her fundraising goal for her mission trip this summer. She will be heading to Africa for 2 months. You can read my original post about it HERE…
If you feel led to contribute, please do! otherwise, we certainly covet your prayers for her as she fulfills her call.
What made you say Really? last week?
Since my blog is titled, Really Jennifer, and it’s usually about things I say, “really” to, I’ve decided to have my top ten of the famous expression as a regular post… So here’s the first one that should have been posted last week… Enjoy.
My top ten Really’s of the week…
- Traffic. Everyday. Of. My. Life.
- The Superbowl halftime show… that I didn’t watch but read all about later.
- Superbowl commercials with half naked ladies in them… and watching them with my pubescent son… (how fast can YOU change the channel?)
- Marisa winning The Next Great Baker… (I liked Nadine better)
- Holding my dog, crying my head off, while listening to the guy at the dog pound explain to me the cheapest way to put my crazy dog to sleep…then he tells me I can bring the body back to him for free disposal…
- Actually buying and administering doggie prozac.
- Gas Prices.
- Politics. (Add a Seriously! to this one)
- Having my college student explain to me why she could never live with “parentals” again, now that she’s independent…
- Having to explain the difference between independence and freedom to my college student.
These are the most memorable of the week. What can you add to this list?
Last week another one of my children informed me that he got a tattoo. I mentioned the last tattoo milestone in my post “A Week in the Life” awhile ago. This now makes three of my four kids permanently decorated. What does this say about my parenting, considering I told all three of them not to? Really?
Now, I’m not a prude, nor am I stranger to the skin ink. My ex husband has a creepy snake thing on his shoulder and both of my sisters have something, although I don’t remember what. My beautiful niece and her husband actually own a professional tattoo parlor. Her husband is a remarkable artist, and I am always amazed at the work he does.
Many young adults that I know, have recently made the commitment to this art and I’m amazed. I just don’t understand I guess. I am not one who believes it is a “sin”, although the famous OT verse, Leviticus 19:28, is referring to not behaving as the pagans do… so you can take that for what it’s worth…I don’t think having a tattoo makes you any less of a person either, but I personally would just never do it.
Here are my top ten reasons why…
- I’m over 40 and I think about my commitments very carefully.
- I’ve seen what gravity can do to a body, and sagging art work doesn’t help it.
- It hurts.
- I’d only be copying my kids…
- I don’t want to explain it to my grandkids.
- I’m OCD and ADD… I would loose my mind if I couldn’t erase it when I decided I didn’t like it anymore, which I would, and I hear removal hurts even more.
- WWJD… Really. He wouldn’t, cause he was Jewish.
- My husband doesn’t like them. (I know this should be reason enough…)
- I don’t need to prove, show or remember anything that bad. That’s what scrapbooks and blogs are for.
- I worry enough about moles and freckles…the more I care for my aging skin, the better.
No matter how many people are walking works of art, the stigma will remain, and it’s one I don’t have to worry about. Am I mad or disappointed with my kids? No. But I wish they had left their beautiful young skin alone. It’s a blessing that won’t last, but that tattoo will…Really.
Do you have a tattoo? If so, I’d love to hear your story.