Above is a picture from the Secret Keeper Girl blog.
Last Saturday night, I took my 11-year-old niece to the SKG conference in Tulsa. We met several other girls (12-years-old and younger) and their moms for dinner first.
The idea of riding in a van full of squealing little girls was a little much for me, so I drove. I noticed at dinner, though, the girls from my church did very little shrieking, and I’m grateful.
Several of my favorite women took their daughters, so I had a great time at dinner. My niece did quite a bit of table hopping–proof she had a great time, too.
I was late getting our tickets, so we didn’t sit with our home group at the conference. If we go next year, I plan to get seats with everyone else!
So what happens at a Secret Keepers conference (beside enough little girl squealing to last me a loooong time?)
They used scriptures to tell the girls that they’re beautiful just as God created them. They are princesses in God’s house and don’t need makeup or tight, revealing clothes to be pretty.
They taught the girls several tests to see if their clothes are what a Secret Keeper should wear, called Truth or Bare Fashion Tests. If you have a minute, check it out. I know several adults who could learn something! (I certainly did.)
I had a great time at the SKG conference, and only a couple complaints.
1- We could only find two (2!) bathrooms with 3 or 4 stalls each. I’m not sure how many females were in the place. I’m horrible at that kind of estimating. Maybe a thousand? If there were only 500, EIGHT STALLS ARE NOT ENOUGH!
And those were at the bottom of five or six stairs. I’m so glad I didn’t need John MyCane anymore. I don’t know what women in wheelchairs did. But, yeah, I could live with that.
2- The big complaint at this conference is the same one I have at many Christian functions–Women who think, because they’re at a Christian function, they can order others to do this or that, and we’ll do it because, after all, we are Christians. Do unto others. Right?
So I was directed to “move down” because some friends were coming from the nosebleed section to sit by them.
Hey! I paid for these seats in this section. Those people paid for less expensive seats. Isn’t it tantamount to stealing when they sit in seats they didn’t pay for?
People! What are you teaching your daughters?
Are you wondering if we moved? Yes. We. Did. (Teeth gritted.) Why?
I figured the message I sent my niece by letting someone steal seats was less harmful than the message I’d be sending if I punched out the over-bearing woman.
I’ll have to check with her mother and see what she thinks.
I hoped to get some answers (I like and dislike things about both candidates) but also hoped the question would bring to light predictions and how those calls are made.
Do they actually come to Oklahoma? (I wasn’t sure that the coasts even recognized Oklahoma as part of the US.) If they do poll in OK, do they only go to cities or do they go to smaller towns, too? Do they contact people who are truly going to vote, or do they just look at the way OK voted in the last election and go with that?
To be very honest, I’m about as unpolitical as I can be.
But here’s what’s funny–When I got home from work last night, I had a message that Mary Fallin is following ME on Twitter. Yikes.
Boy is she going to be disappointed.
But that’s not me. When it’s time to vote, I’ll read up on Mary and Jari to find out what they’re promising. Trouble is, I’m a skeptic. I know they won’t be able to keep every promise they make. They probably don’t even want to keep them all.
For most people, that’s just the way of the world. No big deal.
But I’m not most people. What I need to know about a person running for office is about their integrity. I firmly believe a person is only as good as her word.
If you’re a liar or a cheat, I don’t want to vote for you. Even if you’re only a cheat in your personal life or only lie when you’re talking to your loved ones, I still won’t believe in you. Because sooner or later, when the heat is on and you’re under great stress, you’ll do it to us, too.
You’ll cheat your constituents. You’ll lie to us and smile while you’re doing it. Because you can.
But if you honestly want what’s best for all the people, if you want all our citizens to live the best lives possible with jobs that pay a fair wage and affordable housing, and if you want all our kids to have the best education and future out there, and to be able to get it here, in our great state . . .
I don’t think I’ve mentioned in the last couple of days that I blog other places, too. Today, I’m at WRITINGSLUTS. And guess what! I learned how to make a poll. I might have gone just a little overboard. (I made 3. LOL)
No to the poll tax.
Yesterday, I posted on THE TWISTED SISTERS blog.
I hope you’ll drop by and say hi in both places. Be sure to do a little poll dancing with me while you’re there.
When G-Man’s father died, we bought the house to refinish and sell.
That’s been several years ago. Not exactly a bargain after we’ve kept it this long, but we’re just about finished, and now I’m so glad he did it!
Before we bought the house, for reasons beyond our control, it had been neglected for many years and needed lots of work. Now it has it!
We pulled up old carpets and refinished the wood floors.
This is a picture of my wood floor at home Pat’s wood floor. The floor has narrower strips, kind of like you’d find in a butcher block.
It’s absolutely beautiful now that it’s been redone. Not perfect, but so pretty I can hardly wait to share.
Yesterday I went over to sand and paint the window seats in the living room and bedroom. I could just imagine them being made the focal point of the room. I’m going back to put on a second coat today.
This is a picture of the real window seat. You can see cardboard on the floor so my drips won’t mess it up. And there’s blue tape protecting the walls. I can only imagine how it’ll look when someone moves in.
Can’t you imagine the bedroom with the window seat with a cushion to make the backside more comfortable and piles of pillows? What an inviting place for a little girl to dream or read or write in her diary. (Do little girls write in diaries anymore?)
This pic is from decorpad.com
In the hallway, there’s a place built into the wall for a phone. Yesterday I told G-Man that we needed to paint it, too, so it would match the rest of the woodwork.
“I don’t know if I want to do that. My granddad made it for my mom. When they built the house, she called and asked him to build it. This is the original condition.”
I couldn’t stand it. Not only did I NOT want to paint it, I didn’t want to sell it with the house. Knowing who’d built it, I wanted to keep it so we’d always have a connection to his mom’s dad.
So I asked him to remove it and bring it home. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it once I get it home. Hang it on the wall, probably. I’ll share it with you when I do!
Here it is!!! It’s setting on a yellow tote lid. Try to ignore the dust.
Isn’t it beautiful???