Short of memorizing the almanac, it probably is the best way to cope with kids who ask too many questions.
I totally make shit up when answering the kids questions. I must do it too well because it only encourages them. The more outragious the answers the more frequent the questions.
Mine fourth. Short of memnorizing the almnac, it probably is the best way to cope with kids who ask too many questions.
Ah, see my dad would point something out to you and then start making shit up about it. He had my cousin convinced that tuna fish was possum in a can. Which is funny because my grandfather had the same cousin convinced that tamales were made from turtles. Poor Krissie has some food issues.
I learned at a very early age not to ask my dad, and just to go look it up myself.
And I wasn't meaning to pick on you, LJ.
I know you weren't, so no apology needed.
I agree it's not a very pro-God song.
Don't weep, DX. I'm incredibly musically ignorant, even compared to people who are younger than I am.
No, it's a song about Bart Starr. When the Packers won the first two Super Bowls, his players would hold up their Super Bowl rings to him and say, "Ring-O! Ring-O" and then sing a song. The songs they'd sing became known as Ringo Starr song
I'm also incredibly football ignorant, and yet, I think you guys are all making this stuff up.
Annabel can now reach things on the dining nook table. I think she's growing in both actual height and ability to stretch out every day.
Help.
I may have to go with that plan for shelves at 5' and 6' all around every wall in the house for storage after all.
So on the handful of occasions I've heard it used/praised in a Christian context, I've been all, "Huh? Did you listen to the lyrics at all?"
I sang it at a wedding once. The couple were sort of earnest hippies who changed lyrics in other hymns to be non-gender-discriminatory. They weren't fond of "Lord", so the song became "This Day Was Made By Our God."
I love how Calvin's dad explains to him that color photography has always existed, and all photos are color. But years ago, reality was all black and white....
Yep! "Jilli, look! It's a movie from before the world developed color!" My dad never let reality get in the way of telling me a good story.
He had my cousin convinced that tuna fish was possum in a can. Which is funny because my grandfather had the same cousin convinced that tamales were made from turtles. Poor Krissie has some food issues.
I know I shouldn't be, but I am totally giggling at Heather's relatives right about now. (Though looking stuff up yourself is probably the wisest course in that situation.)
And I've never done karaoke and would be kind of chicken to do so, even though I'm not shy about choir, the singalong at the F2F, or even the occasional solo. Huh.
Oh, and the good news WRT the above post--I discovered her newfound reach in time to get that big pottery bowl that Dylan bought at some kind of craft expo at work off the table. Which doesn't mean I've found a permanent place to store it yet, but oh well.
We need a bigger house. Or else less stuff.