As un-American as it may be, I was left with just two feelings after watching a decent portion of the first half.
First, my standby beef...just canNOT wrap my head around "us" spending that much money for what it is. Particularly the half time show always gets me....what if. What if the whole thing got toned WAAAY down and instead "we" put that money toward feeding an entire third-world nation for the next couple years. Seeing all the excess in one place is more than I can stand.
Second, I'm not sure if its because I don't watch TV and am therefor not desensitized or if its because this year I was watching with my 10 year-old son, but I was completely appalled and mortified at the extreme sexual content of nearly all the commercials.
I get that football fans, in general, neatly fit into a certain demographic, but wow!...wishing some of those could have been saved until after halftime when most children were tucked safely in bed. I'm angry at myself for giving permission for all of that to be in my home, simply by pressing the ON button.
***End of Rant***
I ran 12 miles this morning. When I got done, I felt like I should have been high-fived or something, but no one paid any attention. When I got home, it was business as usual, getting people breakfast and packing lunches and saying go get dressed no less than 15 times. I did however, get a random I love you, Mommy...dere is no body bedder dan you from my Aiden guy, so I'm counting that. :)
Perhaps an even bigger feat though was getting the movie we borrowed last week during a snowy early dismissal back to the library...on time!
I picked verse #3 last week and haven't shared it yet:
Then Jesus said to all of them, "If any of you wants to be my follower, you must turn from your selfish ways, take up your cross daily, and follow me." Luke 9:23
Most translations did not have the word "selfish" in there, but I wanted to be sure to include it. Sounds stronger than "deny" or "turn from himself". I'm a don't-beat-around-the-bush kind of person.
That's so easy to type out on the keyboard, but living it every moment of every day is so much harder than I would care to admit.
Its going to be a great week...don't you feel it? If not, do like I tell Z every morning as he's walking out the door....MAKE IT a good day.
I'll leave you with a couple photos from Amanda's basketball game last week. She was in tears at one point because she had turned the ball over. Its looking like I could have three little competitive Shauns on my hands. Oy vey!
And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men