two things about liesl (my 12 year-old daughter) that totally cracked me up this weekend:
first, she found some panties that some friend (she didn’t know which one) had left at our house after a sleepover, and after washing them, started wearing them, saying they were super-comfy. jeannie noticed they said “thank god it’s juicy” across the rump, and told liesl she had two options; throw them away, or use a marker to cross that out.
i noticed them this weekend. she’d taken a permenant black sharpie and put an x through the word “juicy”, and written “dry” above it. too funny.
then, equally crude (sorry, deal with it — i’m a junior high pastor with a 12 year-old daughter; what do you expect?), is this story:
our family is — how to say this delicately??? — rather, um, flatulatory. and liesl is the queen. jeannie got sick of it. she also got sick of liesl’s annoying little habbit of saying “safety” everytime she farted (some middle school thing involving punching each other). jeannie insisted that every time liesl farts, she has to say, “excuse me for being completely and utterly disgusting.” the funny thing is, she’s doing it! all weekend long i would hear a little quack followed by “excuse me for being completely and utterly disgusting.”
onto the sigh:
today is the 3rd anniversary of mike yaconelli’s death. while his death, as we’ve all said over and over, cleared the way for so many wonderful changes around ys, that sure doesn’t do much to mitigate the sadness those of us who knew and loved him (and were loved by him) experience around this time of year. this is the first year our ys staff isn’t gathering for a sunset toast to yac — most of our staff have already headed up to the aneheim convention, and a full 1/2 of our staff never knew mike. but ‘moving on’ is often not as simple as letting the clock turn.