Wednesday Hodgepodge on Thursday

This is Sibs Week here -- my sister and my husband's brother both decided to come to Maryland to visit family this week--and I've been busy and distracted with preparations and visiting as well as the normal stuff of keeping a home going and a kid going to school in clothes instead of pajamas.  Today is my first sib-free day so I'm blogging.    Thanks again to Joyce for asking some good questions.

1. The Wednesday Hodgepodge this week falls on John Chapman's birth date. He's more famously known as Johnny Appleseed...what's your favorite variety of apple?

It WAS Fuji, but now it may be honeycrisp. 

2. When did you last say 'ick'?

A couple days ago I felt something tickling my forearm. At first it just felt like an annoying itch. But then it felt crawly. I looked down and saw a stinkbug.  I HATE those things!!!



3. Do you think there's a generation gap? Explain.

Oh, boy,  yes I certainly do think there's a generation gap.  Want a list of supporting reasons? I know you do, so here's my "Kids These Days" List.

                                  Kids these Days:

                             a.  Don't know how to sit still and pay attention for more than 12 seconds without getting bored, meaning without having some form of electronic entertainment in front of them or in their hands.
                             b.  Are much more verbally disrespectful to adults than my generation ever DARED to be. 
                             c.   Have way too much stuff. Most don't appreciate gifts.
                             d.   Aren't familiar with hard physical labor.
                             e.   Seem to understand technology while still in utero.
                             f.    Know almost all the pop stars' names, but not any political figures' names except for the President.
                             g.   Are narcissistic. (Young adults, mainly.)  Just look how many self-portaits are posted on Facebook.  Every other day they're changing their profile picture and uploading scads of photos of themselves eating hamburgers, drinking a latte, snuggling their sweeties, watching a ballgame, painting their nails. Makes me wanna say, "Really? You're special, but you're not THAT special."  
                              h.   Can't read cursive, or if they can, they read it haltingly.
                              i.    Don't hear the old hymns, let alone memorize them.
                              j.    Come from "blended families," not "broken homes." Our vernacular tries to sweep the brokenness away with euphemisms. Actually, many of my peers have divorced parents, but my children's generation is miserably broken.

Okay, I'll stop.  I sound like an old fogie.


                              

4. What's on your computer screen saver? Do you leave it alone or change it often?

Right now it's a picture of a pretty guitar and a bunch of guitar cases.  My husband put it on there about a month ago.  (We share a laptop.) I think I change the screensaver about once a month or so and almost always it's a picture of my lovies...eating hamburgers, watching a ballgame, snuggling their sweetie. 

5. If you had the attention of the entire world for two minutes, what would you say?
Jesus is alive, He loves you, He died for your sins, and yes you most certainly are a sinner whether you think so or not, whether that offends you or not. Jesus was not just a prophet, a good teacher, a role model. He is the Creator the Universe, the Creator of You, and the Son of God and Savior of the world. The only Savior.  He is holy and just, and He will settle all scores, to be sure. He is coming back. Mark my word. Rather, mark HIS Word!  He keeps His promises!

And I wish you would stop believing everyone who says He is coming back on such-and-such a date. Jesus said that not even HE knows when He will return, but only His Father God knows.  So don't be so arrogant  as to think you or someone knows the day and hour if Jesus Himself doesn't. This message to repent is THE most important message you will ever hear. Go ahead and shun me, try to shut me up, call me a fool, disagree with me, or hate me. I don't hold the keys to your destiny, nor do you, but the One I'm telling you about does. Listen to Him.   And don't think you are off the hook at responding to Him just because a bunch of His people, me included, have been hypocritical or not lived anything near perfectly.  Our example might be sad, but blaming us won't justify you. So listen up, and listen good. Put your ipod away, take those plugs out of your ears, turn the TV off, silence your cell phone, and just listen. Do you believe this message or not?

6. Four fashion trends to try this fall are-brocade/jacquard (fancy printed fabrics), peplum, lace, and printed pants...which of these four would you be most likely to wear?

What's peplum? It sounds like diarrhea medicine.  I like brocade and lace. Absolutely not printed pants on these short, stubby legs. They would do all the wrong these for me  from every angle.  Jacquard?  It's  just not me.  But lace is ultra feminine. I love it.  Don't have much, but if I add anything to my wardrobe this fall, I might add another touch of lace.

7. What can make your bad day better?

Again, a list:  a bouquet of flowers, a letter or card in the mail, an unexpected bit of money,  a sweet text from one of my kids or friends,  a good joke, planned or impromptu dinners out, being invited over to someone's house for coffee, did I say flowers?,  a mani-pedi, a wonderful hair day,  getting my hair done,  getting a compliment, a lingering hug, nice comments on my blog.




8. Insert your own random thought here.

Get rid of your junk before your kids have to deal with it. And if they try to help you declutter, don't balk at every suggestion. You can't hang onto every relic of a better time in your life.  Let go of it! Don't frustrate your kids and mate by hoarding! I am preaching to the choir here, as well as venting.
Getting rid of stuff doesn't mean you're getting rid of the people or memory associated with that thing! Bless others by donating it, trashing the obvious trash, and appreciating an extra set of hands and eyes helping you let go.