So in honor of Thanksgiving, I will use slinky sentences to show gratitude for my day.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I'm grateful for Slinky Sentences
A few weeks ago I had to teach a lesson in church about "gratitude". I struggled with taking a very common topic and making it unique. Lane was telling me about how in school his teacher is encouraging them to use "slinky sentences". I asked what he meant and he easily explained that it's when you take a simple sentence and s t r e t c h it out using more details. "Like a slinky, mom." So my lesson for church turned into how we can express our gratitude by using "slinky sentences". (It also included me making awesome slinky stairs that actually worked.)
I am grateful for friends, who have become family, that are willing to share their day with us. And are willing to stare at a vat of peanut oil together. It's kind of like watching water boil- It boils faster when you have a buddy watching it with you.
I am grateful for cardboard and the hidden properties it contains to protect a grown manly-man from hot oil. I'm glad my husband was man enough to not need cardboard for his protection.
I am grateful for the golden brown turkey picture on the turkey fryer box. It lets you know when you've done something totally wrong. I don't think it's supposed to look like this. The turkey was really juicy and good despite the way it looks. Next year we'll work on perfecting the technique.
I am grateful for imaginary tree stands. This entertained the kids for hours while the moms sat in a quiet house hoping no one was catching on fire outside.
There is so much to be grateful for both far and near. We missed family and their gatherings but are acutely aware that we are making memories wherever we are. We are thankful for our healthy, energetic kids who go along with our antics. Hope you all had a wonderful day and had cardboard to save you from anything dangerous.
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The turkey didn't look great but it tasted delicious. It was a fun day. Even though my manly-man had to use cardboard, I'm glad he was safe. I think he was afraid of deja-vu. At elk camp two years in a row his buddy caught on fire.
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