Friday already, huh?
Oh, you came here to hear my thoughts about Steubenville?
Here’s what I think:
Yes, we do need to teach our young men about consent and respect.
Yes, we do need to teach our daughter’s about modesty and being taken advantage of.
Yes, we do need to pray for Jane Doe and give all victims the support and love they need.
Yes, we do need to be careful that men are not convicted of a crime because a girl simply feels regret.
Yes, we do need to make sure that men who do these things are brought to light and punished justly.
Yes, we do need to make sure we teach our children to not be bystanders.
Yes, we do need to feel bad for the victims, but as Christians, we also feel sympathy for the sinners.
Yes, they are deeply disturbed individuals who need healing.
Yes, healing does not mean going easy one someone out of false charity.
Yes, healing someone means bringing them a fair consequence for their actions and then loving them as humans enough to get them the further help they need to be stable, respectful and contributing members to our society.
Yes to all of those things.
After that doozie:
Ellen said to me yesterday: “Mommy, more hungry. I want macaroni and cheese.”
Later: “Mommy, more hungry again. I want peanut butter jelly bread. No, wait, I want silly beans.”
I’m pretty sure we only have the stoic or non-confrontational kinds right now. Sorry.
Turns out the 8×10 $400 rug would have been too big. The 5×7 was wayyyyyy cheaper. I love this rug. Love.
I always grew up with a cat. I’ve always wanted one when I got my own house. While we stay with my parents and their cat, Ellen is making it very clear to me that that is not going to happen. I feel so bad for that cat.
That’s all you’ve got, Jenna? On to #6.
Went to a church rummage sale on Wednesday. I got eight shirts for $8. Today is dollar bag day at the sale. Guess where I am going today?
My mom got a Vitamix for her birthday this week. We have been having smoothies for B, L and D. She’s a Hoover Dam good smoothie maker, but yesterday’s breakfast left something to be desired.
“Kale and milk, mom? Really?” says the girl who is living with her parents rent free while they close on their house.