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Would YOU Twitter in Church?

When I read this article about a pastor encouraging his congregation to twitter during church, I was a little taken aback.  My first thoughts were how distracting it would be.  Think of a college class where everyone has their laptops open.  Yes some of those students are using their laptops to diligently take notes, but there are others that are surfing the web or playing computer games. 

After giving it some more thought, I can see where twitter could be a good tool to use during church.  For one, it could help you remember certain quotes or passages if you chose to tweet those.  It could also be useful if you were trying to witness to others. 

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Nickelodeon Thinks Using Your Fists Makes You Cool

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I went to school with bruises on my arms. Bruises in the shape of his hand. His fingerprints left on my scrawny arms in the form of ghastly purple islands. The sour taste of my own blood seeping from a lip bashed into the door jamb. I begrudgingly played field hockey and lacrosse just to have an excuse for my injuries. Bruises on my arms, my shoulders, and up and down my back. The sprained ankle that required crutches was easy enough to blame on hockey practice. The unseen sores hurt me still.

I was 14 years old.

Ninth grade.

For about eight months I lived in my own private hell, mute but not deaf. My dad had moved overseas, and my mom was living her new life in a new city. My dad arranged to have a wonderful couple come live with me and my brother to take care of us. They were basically housekeepers who eventually became like family. My own family was never close to begin with so it's not like we palpably missed our parents' presence. They essentially were just care givers anyway. What I had needed was a protector.

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War Games

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As a mom of three boys, I am no stranger to loud, noisy games. Having grown up with all sisters and a more quiet (albeit high-drama) style of play, I have finally adjusted to the ways that boys play. They don't just drive toy cars, they slam them into each other and send them sailing down the stairs to perform death-defying stunts. They don't paint with brushes when they can dip their entire hand in the jar of paint and slam it down on the paper, sending splatters all around the room. They don't walk anywhere - they run, shove, jostle, and slam. Anything with a smooth surface that will raise them a foot or two off the ground will be adopted as a step stool to reach something inappropriate that has been purposely stored out of their reach. Any food item with accompanying liquid is fair game for a science experiment of some sort. And so on and so on. But today the boys introduced me to a newer, more violent form of play - a little game they call "Let the Bad Guys Beat Each Other Up".

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Homesick

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I feel like a child for feeling this way, but I am getting homesick. Homesick like I have never been before. During college I spent a semester living in Europe, and never once got homesick. I never got homesick during college, or since I've been married.

But now I have a 6 week old baby boy, and my husband just got stationed in a new place where we don't really know anyone.

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Saying Goodbye

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Tomorrow we drop Angel, our eight year old, off at the bus for her very first sleep-away camp experience. Of course I can't help but worry. I'm worried she'll leave her clothes all over camp like she does at our house. I'm worried she won't bathe for two weeks. I'm worried she'll be abducted by aliens. But mostly I'm worried she won't come home the same kid we dropped off.

So many of my major "firsts" happened while I was away at camp. The first time I shaved my legs. The first time I stood up to a bully. The first time I wore make-up on a regular basis. The first time I kissed a boy. I wonder what significant life events will happen to Angel while she's away.

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Am I a Bad Mom?

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Discipline is a huge topic and triggers a river of emotion from everyone. I really thought long and hard about writing on this topic, simply because I know where I stand on discipline. Then I read a post about by a mother of 3 that I am just now getting to know. From Twitter, I stumbled upon this article and from there read about the anti-spanking law that Canada is putting into place.

Some parents choose to spank. Some parents choose time-out. Others use alternative methods of removing treasured items of their youngster. Regardless of the method, the final goal is that we raise our children to be understanding of right and wrong; to be respectful of others; and to some extent, follow rules.

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