My youngest son is involved in a great small group of boys through our church and we went to serve at a church/food kitchen in a small, Northeastern Alabama town about 2 hours from Atlanta. The wind was pretty brisk and low clouds hung over the steeple as I pulled my jacket a little closer around me. The needs were great in this little town, so there would be no complaining on my part today. I settled in at the welcome table with my son and a few dads from the group as well as a lovely young woman, Kelly, who would serve as a Spanish interpreter.
I am heading to Alabama (no, not with a banjo on my knee) to serve along side my middle schooler and his small group as they feed about 300 families today! I will share their story and some pictures soon. Meanwhile, please skip on over to the eyeroll diaries and check out some fantastic blogs from my friends Debbie and Diane on the challenges and joys of raising teens…
Take a stroll over to http://eyerolldiaries.com/ and help me make sense of the new game sweeping the middle schools, NECK. I am still shaking my head that perfectly good brain cells were wasted on this….
Continue reading about Middle Schoolers are truly a pain in the NECK!
My two boys are at the ages where hugs are far and few between. They are usually delivered like a professional hit, quick and clean, no discussion, no eye contact. I learned pretty quickly not to make a big deal when it happens, but I do admit to doing a happy dance in my head. They love me, I am sure, but it just isn’t cool to go around hugging your mom when you are a teenage boy, particularly in public.
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Tim Tebow has been in the news lately not for yards gained or passes thrown in the NFL, but for a curiosity deemed “tebowing”. It is being loosely related to ridiculous trends of online postings of planking (people lying like a plank across various items) and owling (people posing like owls in myriad places). This seems to appeal to twenty somethings virtually connected 24-7 and with way too much time on their hands.
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