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No on the travel portion of the question. As far as flying the flag, when I've got my own place, getting a flag kit for the front porch is near the top of my "to do" list.
Red flag or white flag? Which have you encountered most recently? Explain.
Neither. No retreat, no surrender.
Are you a stay in the car listen to the end of a song kind of person? What kind of person is that?
No, the song will roll around again. No song is worth being late for work or church.
What are some of the traits or qualities you think a good dad possesses? In other words, what makes a good dad? What's an expression you associate with your father?
The same answer I gave to this question back in 2013 still holds true:
Good dads love God more than anyone else. That way they know best how to love others. Good dads provide for their children; not just financially, but emotionally as well. Good dads laugh and cry in front of their children and are willing to say both “I was wrong” and “I love you.” Good dads hug a lot. Good dads defend their children when they need it, and tear up their children’s rear ends when they need it. Good dads support their wives/baby’s mamas. Good dads don’t hit the mother of their children with a fist or with words.There are several expressions I could attribute to my Dad. Now, to find one fit to print:
- On the discipline of children causing tears - "The more they cry, the less they have to pee."
- On the willfully ignorant: "He don't know sheep s&%t from Shinola."
- "Sammich" (noun) - sandwich.
- "Shawty" - ie, shorty, his nickname for my mother. He called her that decades before it became fashionable to call you significant other your "shawty."
- "Drank" (noun) - any soft drink, as used in the phrase "Shawty, fix me some drank and a sammich."
No singing at the table. I guess my parents considered that to be along the lines of playing when we should have been eating. However, if you've seen my childhood pictures, missing a few spoonfuls wouldn't have hurt me any. It's not really an issue now; I have to make myself sit at the table long enough to eat, much less sing. I guess I got my revenge when I was a preschool teacher and taught my class a prayer to sing before meals. The other teachers thought I was crazy when I let the kids sing and clap a song at the table before eating. Ask me if I cared...
Insert your own random thought here.
The summer is shaping to be wonderfully different. The positive changes for which we've been praying are happening. In the next few weeks, I'll be letting y'all know what's going on.
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