Glad I didn't take my laptop, but a bit frustrated at all that waited for me upon my return because of that decision.
Look! Group picture.
I wore the same shoes as last year. I'm not one of the more fashion-conscious RevGals.
There's much thinking left to do. For example, we didn't get to be twelve near as much this year. I missed that, and am wondering how to resolve my feelings about it. But first, shut off the computer. And head to bed. And pay some more attention to my husband and dogs on the way there.
The Boy had a seizure this morning. I'm concerned about this event from a variety of angles. But he seems fine now. I also feel silly for bringing up my dog's seizure because I have a friend whose toddler is having seizures, and that has to be much worse.
Pray for Mid-Life Rookie and her neighborhood, please.
Pondering, praying, fighting fatigue.
Good night.
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Same shoes as last year for me too - also not as fashion conscious as others. Thanks for prayers. It helps.
Mine are the same, just a different color strap, so not much better. (Also, some feelings got hurt by the being twelve, so I did not miss it as much.)
Oh sweetie, has he had a seizure before? Do not feel bad about how ever you feel. The boy is so important to you and I know it has got to be of high concern to you.
As for the 12, I do not know what you are talking about. All I guess I can say is, if you have some sort of feelings about it then there is something that needs to be sorted...good or bad.
I wanna see all the swag you got!
Prayers for the Boy...and this is the being in your care, so it isn't silly to write about him.
Prayers for your friends toddler, too...and prayers, still , for midlife rookie and all.
I don't know what being 12 is...and sorry you have feelings about it, but if it meant you were more with everyone, then selfishly I am glad~~loved getting to know you more in person!
Prayers for you and the boy.
I also wore the same shoes as last year, so maybe old is the new new.
Yeah, I missed being twelve as well. However I loved seeing you again.
Peace and much love,
Same shoes here, too...
Praying for my sweet Boy. Keep me posted.
It is so fun to see the pretty foot picture with the circle rotating depending on who took it....I am the white tennies under the red skirt, having not gotten the pedi memo (and, even if I had, not being much able to indulge in pedis and sandals with my foot issues).
I too am intrigued by the being 12 comment from those in the know....Does this perhaps involve connecting with inner twelve year olds, or an inner circle of 12 participants doing something?
Yes, Sophia, it had to do with the inner twelve-year-old (and I hope I'm thinking of different activities than Songbird, as I'm not sure what she means by the hurt feelings... worrisome).
Me too, on the same shoes.
Hope the Boy gets over it. Maybe he just was having fits because he missed you so.
My parents' doggie Gal was diaganosed with glaucoma last week. Today she went in for a check and the older vet (the one that revived Lady that time she was dead briefly) confirmed what they had read on the internet - she is going to go blind, it's just a matter of when. She's supposed to have 8-30 months before her other eye starts going, but it's already showing signs of not goodness. :(
Don't ever feel bad for being concerned about your dogs. Yes, it's different than a toddler, but it doesn't mean it isn't important. We love you for loving your dogs so much.
Thank you, Michelle. Sorry to hear about Gal's diagnosis.
Sounds like I missed something, even though I was there. I've heard/read references to being 12, but don't know the source of it. Perhaps feeling left out was my "being twelve" experience.
"Because I'm twelve" originated over on Cheesehead's blog, I believe. Here's an example. The idea has a lot to do with laughter, at least in my mind. I supposed I just didn't get to laugh as much as I'd hoped.
I think I'm going to have to come up with another blog post to get this one off the top of the page. It's too heavy.
Sorry, link didn't work for some reason. Here's the link again and, failing that, the full URL:
http://cheeseheadsotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/rejected-bulletin-board-captions.html
Add my prayers re: the seizures.
It was such a joy to meet you and spend time with you. I feel truly blessed.
I am thrilled--thrilled I tell you-- to be the source of "Because I'm twelve." Honestly.
As I recall baudy humor was the cause of many a memorable moment from BE 1.0!
I missed y'all last week. Glad to see the traditional photo.
I remember 12 as wonderful and also as horrible.
just saying.
The year I was physically twelve years old was pretty much hideous for me. My mother died, for starters. Don't remember much laughter, either, except for others laughing at my expense. So I prefer inventing my own age twelve, thinking about what I would've preferred it to be like.
i've always experienced it as a "12 year old boy" as they seem to laugh alittle more than 12 year old girls.
12 year old girls are typically trying hard to fit in, be smart but not too smart, and unfortuntely shrinking in self-esteem.
i do hope that one beautiful day both 12 year old boys and girls will laugh freely and uproarously (is that a word? it is now!).
i wasn't at BE 1 either but i'd imagine the settings made a vast difference in the atmosphere and level of "being 12."
I wasn't a part of BE 1.0, but I do remember reading posts following the event that all referred to "being 12" in the same sense that I would use it - being silly, free, and fun without having to worry about being "on" or being the pastor and therefore watching the fun and smiling politely by the sidelines.
To me, it means laughing a lot and forgetting - even if only for a few days - about (or should that be "aboot" :)) the serious work of doing ministry in God's world.
I'm with you dogblogger, I would have liked a bit more "being 12" time last week. As wonderful as it all was, I missed laughing out loud at silly things and feeling carefree in the same way that I have at the Festival of Homies.
Just my two cents...
Hope The Boy is better...
peace and joy to you
deb
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