13 Now all has been heard;
here is the conclusion of the matter:
Fear God and keep his commandments,
for this is the duty of all mankind.
“Ow!” My 7-year-old nephew was watching a Pokémon show on his Dad’s cell phone. He inadvertently kicked over my 4-point cane so it smacked my bad right ankle on its way down.
I was at my sister’s rental house while hers got repaired. Earlier my 2 agile nieces & their 2 agile brothers showed me their moves on one of the house’s sets of stairs. For example, the oldest girl at age 6 hung upside down behind the steps – that had gaps between each one – using only her feet. Im-press-ive.
“I have Avascular Necrosis so part of my right ankle area is dead,” I explained to the listening boy why I yelped in pain. “As soon as doctors diagnosed me, they wanted to cut out part of the inside of my ankle. I wouldn’t let them. I wanted all of my leg.”
Also impressive was my oldest nephew’s quick thought process. That second grader sure has intriguing ideas!
“So you were dead then you came back to life then you were dead then you’re gonna be a zombie?”
I sat sprawled out on his nice new white couch as the wheels in his clever cranium kept spinning. What I heard next on the subject were his final 2 overflowing-with-honesty declarations:
“I don’t want my aunt to be a zombie.” His voice was drenched with relief that was growing with each syllable the boy uttered. “I gotta thank God for that!”
By Aunt Amy, 4-24-17
P.S. Then we played charades & I went first, walking slowly toward him with my arms outstretched just to freak him out. “A ZOMBIE!!!” he shrieked as he bolted. And that is how we roll.
Another post of Jimmy Fallon’s weekly Thursday night readings of responses to a hashtag he posted Wednesday on Twitter are here.
#IveChanged was the hashtag posted Wednesday. Below are 3 of the best replies.
¥ One lady wrote in, “To seem cooler as a kid, I used to tell the other kids in school that my aunt sold drugs. (She was actually a pharmacy technician.)”
¥ One guy reported, “I used to whisper to my food as it came out of the microwave, “You’re SO HOT!”
The funniest – and by far most clever – response to the hashtag #IveChanged is from a woman who confessed:
“I used to record the school closings due to weather and replay them to trick my mom when I didn’t want to go to school.”
A group of 4 terrific tightknit pals find thrill & adventure – including a daring cross-country move for one with their beloved cat in tow & an upcoming life-changing walk down the aisle for another – as they branch out into the real world, growing & learning & sharing exciting life experiences which started in a town outside Detrioit, Michigan after a couple of them collided in classes together as far back as elementary school.
Titus 3:1-8 NIV
Saved in Order to Do Good
1 Remind the people to be subject to rulers and authorities, to be obedient, to be ready to do whatever is good,
2 to slander no one, to be peaceable and considerate, and always to be gentle toward everyone.
3 At one time we too were foolish, disobedient, deceived and enslaved by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another.
4 But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared,
5 he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit,
6 whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior,
7 so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.
8 This is a trustworthy saying. And I want you to stress these things, so that those who have trusted in God may be careful to devote themselves to doing what is good. These things are excellent and profitable for everyone.
To me there’s nothing better than a nice kid with a cool personality. And my beyond nice, energetic & entertaining curly-haired niece effortlessly slides the “person” into personality.
If only I could boast of having such pizzazz at her young age of 6! Over for a (thankfully long because she’s such a joy) visit yesterday, one segment of her stay found her dancing amidst the random craft items scattered around our kitchen while crooning “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!” – the famed “Hangin’ Tough” decades-old ‘New Kids on the Block’ tune.
“I’m Bob,” declared the active youngster while performing a bunny play after designing a colorful cardboard box theater with her adored Grandma. The creative kindergartner practiced in front of me while I ate a late dinner. “Hi, I’m Knolla” & a bit later “I’m Selena” were more made-up bunny characters engaged in an Easter Egg Hunt.
“Pea soup!!! I’m going to get some!” The always-enthused eater never missed a chance to help Grandpa polish off a plate. Never ceasing to joyfully bounce all around the house, she happily made a beeline downstairs after I made a comment about where & what someone she loved was doing.
Come to think of it, I can’t bring to mind 1 single unbecoming aspect I know of about my darling niece. Wait, she’ll even unknowingly assist me in ending this short tale.
One point of the girl’s visit caused this comment of mine – “That’s the bomb!” – to be exclaimed, but I’ll now use the spunky sweetheart’s immediate 2-word reply to
complete this story’s title AND tag her spunky self
in 1 fell swoop:
By Aunt Amy 4.13.17