I was tagged by - Tim's Mom at Bona Vita Rusticana Est
Things to do before I die:
1. See Butch, Sundance and Toddler accept Christ as their Savior
2. Take the three above and Honey on a whirlwind European tour
3. See Butch, Sundance and Toddler graduate from College
4. Love More
5. Laugh Often
6. Dance at my sons' weddings
7. Live, Live, Live
Things I cannot do:
1.Keep my mouth shut
2. keep my house clean
3. ignore a child
4. pass up a bargain
5. say "no" enough
6. get my library books returned on time
7. finish a project
Things that attract me to my spouse:
1. kind
2. honest
3. devoted Christian
4. Loving
5. Strong sense of traditional values
6. He was my friend first
7. quiet
Seven things I say most often:
1. Witt Boys!!!
2. Sure, I can do that.
3. Toddler, get down.
4. Are you hungry again?
5. If you want to play rough GO OUTSIDE!
6.School time.
7. Gosh, you are a cute boy.
Seven books (or series) I love:
1. Chronicles of Narnia
2. Anne of Green Gables
3. Mitford Series
4. My Bible (ESV)
5. Discipline with Dignity
6. The Charlotte Mason Series
7. Anything by E.M. Forrester
Seven movies I watch over and over again (or would watch over and over if I had the time):
1. Room with a View
2. An American in Paris
3. Cassablanca
4. Notting Hill
5. Toy Story I and II
6. Howard's End
7. Any Cary Grant movie
Seven People I want to join in, too:
Whoever wants to join in. I always try to inclued everyone!!!
Sister is getting on her soapbox.
I am so sick of companies that prey on parents for profit. This goes along with the sticker thing. They don't just hand those out. Someone came up with the idea and then took advantage of the parents' fears to convince them all that STICKERS SAVE LIVES. If you don't buy a sticker of Caitlin's cheerleading megaphone, she will probably get knocked up. If you're not proudly displaying Justin's tiny white football, baseball, AND soccerball, you might as well start saving up for his bail money.
I see this "marketing of experience" at my school all the time. They start small with the elite baseball/select soccer sticker, so that by the time the kids are seniors they've got the parents and the kids primed to buy.
I have to give up one class period every year for an hour-long advertisement for graduation. The Josten's representitive tries to convince the kids that they have to have a tee shirt with their class year...like they're going to forget what year they graduated. The one that kills me is when they tell them that the average student orders 100 graduation announcements. (Avoid that embarrassing trip to the grocery store after your favorite checker finds out your kid walked the stage without her knowing.) And don't get me started on the senior portrait. (Spend less than $2000, and Ashley may just have to drop out of school all together.)
My (our) mother did such a great job of avoiding that trap. When I moved back home (at the age of 33) a few years back, I noticed Mother had my 5x7 senior portrait on her bedside table. I was looking at it when she told me, "Every time I look at that picture I feel bad."
Slightly taken aback, I asked why.
She explained, "With Athena and Brother both in private colleges, we were so strapped your senior year that you had to have your senior portrait made in a dress I had sewn for Athena a few years earlier and we could only afford that one picture."
HERE'S MY POINT: I had no idea. I loved the tulip sleeves of that dress and it was flattering. It never occurred to me that we should have had twenty-four poses of me with my soccerball and tennis racket, holding my faux diploma, lounging on the porch of a non-existent house,...
So my advise is spend time with your kids, take them on special trips to the museum, let them braid your pixie-short hair while you visit. Because those are the memories that will loom long after they've wrecked that mini-van.