More Holiness Give Me: From now on, the answer to all the world's problems are eleven!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

From now on, the answer to all the world's problems are eleven!

Today the principle called me from school.

Again.

I get a little sick now days when she calls. Which is sad because she is also a neighbor and a member of my church and I shouldn't be nervous when she calls.

But...I am.

Rhett had a problem at school today.

Again.

This time it wasn't a brawl in the name of stopping a fight (which at least started out somewhat noble).

This time the problem was the number eleven.

As in, a lot of them.

Over 40 to be exact.

One for every single math problem he had the night before for homework.

He told me he was done with his homework so he could hurry and go play. Today he turned it in, and for some reason his teacher doesn't approve of the answer eleven for every single math problem. Go figure.

So another few days of missing recess and P.E.

Isn't this fun? Seriously. If you take a step back and try not to be too serious (which I do out of necessity to survive my life, sometimes with a reminder from others) raising kids is a crack up! I love it! Next time some one asks me to fill out something important, I am just going to put the number eleven in every spot. For reals. I'm going to. Okay, just kidding. But I want to. And I am going to think about doing it and laugh.

We just got these funny School picture. He insisted on wearing his Scout shirt. Doesn't he look like trouble? He has a little wise guy look to him. He actually isn't so much. Trouble, that is. He makes a lot of impulse decisions filled with poor judgement. But he is the boy who still comes to his mom for hugs if he gets hurt. He is the boys who tells me he loves me every day FIRST. He is the boy who will help me with just about anything I ask. He is the boy who thinks I am a fabulous cook. He loves me. He is a sweetie head.

2 comments:

Janetlee said...: Cute. Who is the principal who is also your neighbor? I don't have a clue.; May 13, 2010 at 9:01 AM
Susan said...: Linda said...That is pretty funny! I'll remember that the next time a Dr.'s office wants me to spend 15 minutes "updating" my records When Nothing's Changed!!! Funny!; December 13, 2010 at 12:45 PM

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C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

From now on, the answer to all the world's problems are eleven!

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