<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:34:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Everybody is Stupid Sometimes: Words of Wisdom From the Playground</title><description></description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-5039619089769328168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 May 2013 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T10:43:01.513-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>We&#39;ve moved! All of my blogs are now merged into one. Come visit me at &lt;a href=&quot;http://donnastone.me/&quot;&gt;donnastone.me&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2013/05/weve-moved-all-of-my-blogs-are-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-5377454706018896021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-05T10:17:00.875-07:00</atom:updated><title>To Clean or Not to Clean</title><description>Neatness is not on Baby Girl’s top ten list of things that are important in life, so her room has a tendency to descend into chaos. It was time to clean. After an hour of trying to help her along, my frustration level was high. I could not keep this child on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood, with hands on hips and a frown on my face, surveying her lack of progress. “I don’t think you want your room to be clean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want my room to &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; clean,” she answered, “I just don’t want &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; clean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lazy will not get what they want, &lt;br /&gt;but those who work hard will.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 13:4</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-clean-or-not-to-clean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-5896922029803866071</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-29T08:54:00.391-07:00</atom:updated><title>Three Kinds of Crazy</title><description>&quot;Boys are crazy,&quot; Baby Girl announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well,&quot; her brother replied, &quot;there&#39;s crazy, and then there&#39;s crazy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned. &quot;What do you mean?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ticked it off on his fingers. &quot;There is the good kind of crazy, like Einstein, there is the bad kind of crazy, like super villains, and then there is the other kind of crazy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Other kind?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yes, he nodded. &quot;Like &#39;There&#39;s a banana walking down the hall&#39; crazy.&quot;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-kinds-of-crazy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-4394168284117160202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-09T20:39:08.860-08:00</atom:updated><title>Chicken and Noodles</title><description>Things have been hectic around here lately, and I have not had time to do the regular grocery shopping. I found it necessary to send my better half to the store. He did have a list, but when there is a good deal to be had, my husband likes to take advantage. Chicken was on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this would not pose a problem, but someone had inadvertently left my freezer door open the previous week and everything in it had to be tossed out. So it was empty. Until the chicken arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say they could eat chicken every day. No one at my house seemed to mind a bit. I did change it up, making different dishes. You can do a lot with chicken. Not a single complaint was heard, and whatever I prepared disappeared with regularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I put a bowl of chicken and noodles in front of my son. After he had taken a few bites I asked, “How is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stirred it around with his spoon and answered, “Tastes like chicken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man reaps what he sows. &lt;br /&gt;Galatians 6:7</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/03/chicken-and-noodles.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-2521624328010510148</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-20T10:41:24.833-08:00</atom:updated><title>Calculations</title><description>My second son is a student at the local university. Like most young men his age,  he has often shown a lack of understanding in the area of money management. Things got  tight for him recently when financial aid dried up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mom,&quot; he announced, &quot;I looked at my bank balance and did some calculations.&quot; He sighed, &quot;I&#39;ll have to  get a job before I can buy a new camera.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that college education is  paying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans of the diligent lead to profit&lt;br /&gt;as  surely as haste leads to poverty. &lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 21:5 NIV</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/02/calculations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-8001022073044280743</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2011 03:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-08T21:26:07.956-08:00</atom:updated><title>Dusty</title><description>One day, Baby Girl and I were having a fun time combing and curling, trying out various hair styles. &lt;p&gt;I struck a pose and asked her, &quot;How does my hair look?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She twisted her little mouth to one side and studied my new &#39;do&#39;. &quot;Well,&quot; she said, &quot;it&#39;s a little dusty.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I examined my reflection in the mirror and realized that my locks did, indeed, appear to have a dusting of silver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The silver-haired head is a crown of glory,&lt;br /&gt;If it is found in the way of righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 16:31 NKJV&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/02/dusty-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-2919459339844213011</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-10T09:26:05.305-08:00</atom:updated><title>Night Hazards</title><description>When my oldest took Driver&#39;s Ed, he was asked to list five hazards of night driving. His response of &quot;black cows in the road&quot; pegged him as a true country boy. While to most folks, black cows don&#39;t seem all that dangerous, if you have ever had to drive on pitch dark roads in cattle land you might agree with his answer. &lt;p&gt;Know the country you are in and you can more easily identify the dangers ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich and poor have this in common:&lt;br /&gt;The Lord made them both.&lt;br /&gt;A prudent person foresees danger and takes precautions.&lt;br /&gt;The simpleton goes blindly on and suffers the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;                            Proverbs 22:2-3  New Living Translation&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2011/01/night-hazards.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-4498850307340202064</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T10:18:44.862-08:00</atom:updated><title>Everybody Gets a Gift</title><description>A stack of wrapped Christmas packages sat on the kitchen table amongst scraps of brightly colored paper and snips of  gold ribbon.&lt;p&gt;Baby Girl smiled. Her tone had a certain air of satisfaction when she said,  &amp;quot;I like Christmas better than my birthday because everyone gets a present.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;How wonderfully true that is. All we have to do is claim it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6 KJV&lt;p&gt;For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God.&lt;br&gt;Ephesians 2:8 KJV</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/12/everybody-gets-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-3672346511402934951</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-15T06:27:46.595-07:00</atom:updated><title>Beauty Tip</title><description>I waited for my turn in the bathroom. A young lady, not quite old enough for make-up yet, gazed into the mirror and patted her blonde coif. After she dug a  tube of glitter gloss out of a darling little Hello Kitty purse, she proceeded to apply a shine to her mouth. She smacked her lips together a few times and said, &quot;Always use a mirror when you put on lip gloss.&quot; Her reflected image arched a brow at  me, &quot;Or people might ask you why your chin is greasy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sweet smell of perfume and oils is pleasant,&lt;br /&gt;and so is good advice from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 27:9 NCV&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/10/beauty-tip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-7414902544640246191</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 21:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-29T14:52:53.889-07:00</atom:updated><title>Full Plate</title><description>Spaghetti is favorite at our house. I ladled up a generous plateful, added plenty of vegetables, then passed it to my teen cub.&lt;p&gt;&quot;I think I put too much on your plate, son,&quot; I said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shook his head. &quot;Nah,&quot; he said, eyeing the mound of food, &quot;You can never put too much on my plate!&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He did manage to tuck in the entire meal with no problem. No way would I have been able to tackle that amount of food. In fact, I was not able to finish the smaller portions on my own plate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even when I reduce, I sometimes tend to over estimate the amount I can handle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord&#39;s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, &quot;Lord, don&#39;t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Martha, Martha,&quot; the Lord answered, &quot;you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 10:38-42 NIV&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/09/full-plate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-8639638496155484015</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-03T19:53:29.874-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Learned A Lot Today</title><description>This afternoon Baby Girl came in all smiles.&lt;p&gt;&quot;I learned a lot today!&quot; she announced, as her right index finger tapped her temple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You did?&quot; I asked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She nodded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Will you remember it all?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She squinted a little. &quot;I think so.&quot; Mouth puckered, she paused for a moment. Then she said, &quot;Well, anyway, I wrote it all down.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. 2 Timothy 2:15 KJV&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-learned-lot-today.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-4944774111667634281</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Aug 2010 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-14T20:34:02.147-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cute Will Get You Places</title><description>&quot;How come she always gets away with stuff?&quot; Baby Girl&#39;s sometimes-grown-up brother asked as he put our tray on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Baby Girl batted her eyelashes at him and plucked a chicken nugget out of the wrapper. We all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &quot;Because she&#39;s so sweet,&quot; I said, and placed a burger in front of him. &quot;Being cute doesn&#39;t hurt, either.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He chewed a fry, then responded, &quot;I guess cute will get you places.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Baby Girl muttered, &quot;That won&#39;t last forever.&quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,&lt;br /&gt;But a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 31:30&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-will-get-you-places.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-4960477414823883536</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T19:25:03.511-07:00</atom:updated><title>If You&#39;re Going Bowling Wear Socks</title><description>I recently attended a meeting for moms and dads. We visited and talked about child related issues, then discussed various events planned by this particular organization. There was a summer camp, fall skating party, and, this month, bowling. In parting, it was one of the &#39;older&#39; kids who gave me this wise advise, &quot;If you&#39;re going bowling, wear socks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The comment stuck in my head. It reminded me of how often I have arrived at a destination only to realize, too late, my preparations were not complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If I want to participate, correct attire is necessary. You can&#39;t go bowling unless you wear socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:13-17 NIV&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-youre-going-bowling-wear-socks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-3755251603453075525</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-06T13:53:47.091-07:00</atom:updated><title>Girls Are So Dramatic</title><description>Baby girl came home from a sleep over. She flung open the door, strode into the kitchen, and dropped her backpack onto the floor with a thud. Her hands were planted on her little hips. She stood frozen for a moment to make sure she had my undivided attention before announcing, &quot;Those girls are soooo . . . . DRAMATIC!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother&#39;s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?    Matthew 7:13 NIV&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-are-so-dramatic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-2968017985582832195</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 17:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-07T16:55:16.842-07:00</atom:updated><title>Everybody is Stupid Sometimes</title><description>Mid-July boredom had set in. I sat in my rocker and sipped my tea, determined to enjoy it to the last drop. I tried not to hear but every once in a while the phrases would break through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t speak stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That&#39;s stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You SOUND stupid.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The verbal ping-pong bounced back and forth. Then Baby Girl brought the game to an abrupt halt by saying, with a shrug of her shoulders, &quot;Everybody is stupid sometimes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blesses those who work for peace,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class=&quot;woj&quot; style=&quot;&quot;&gt;for they will be called the children of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:9 NTL</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/everybody-is-stupid-sometimes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7136423249122389211.post-907468643751143189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-07T16:56:41.560-07:00</atom:updated><title>Put Yourself in Their Shoes</title><description>&quot;I have a little trouble with that saying, &#39;Put Yourself in Their Shoes&#39;,&quot; my son said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frowned. &quot;You understand the saying, right?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded and said, &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tipped my head to the side and waited. He sighed and said, &quot;It&#39;s kind of hard to do when I&#39;m busy trying to concentrate on walking in my own shoes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. Make level paths for your feet, so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.       Hebrews 12:12-13 NIV</description><link>http://everybodyisstupidsometimes.blogspot.com/2010/07/put-yourself-in-their-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna Stone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>