One time when I was a teenager, I was running late and I thought my parents had left without me. I ran down the stairs and only saw my brother, so I said, "Oh crap, did they leave without me?" I looked a little closer and realized that my mom was standing there too. She had heard me say crap. Oh man was I in trouble. Mom asked me, "Do you know what that means?" I giggled and told her no. That day my mother didn't tell me what crap meant. But it's ok I already knew.
The new swear words are, oh man i can't believe I'm actually going to write these on my blog, but here it goes. "Buffalo Chicken Wings, Taco Bell, El Toros, dill pickles, and soft gooey chocolate chip cookies." Uhg, I can't bare it. Those words are forbidden in our house. You want to know why? Cause those are all of the foods that I can't get anymore. Just hearing those words when I'm hungry make my mouth water. I remember wanting food or being hungry for food when I was in the USA, but now how I miss spicy Mexican food doesn't even compare. Oh sigh.
But honestly those things aren't that important. I mean while I'm grumbling because I can't have a sour dill pickle I'm hearing the same grumbling that the Israelites where doing in the wilderness. God was providing them with manna everyday. He fed them everyday, but they got sick of it and they complained. God did end up giving them the meat they were begging for, but it's like when a spoiled child begs for a toy at the store and the parent just gives in to make the kid shut up.
I mean seriously, what do I sound like to God? Do I say my prayers and say thanks before dinner, but really the whole time I'm thinking, I've had such better food? Do I sound like a spoiled rotten kid that only wants to eat what I want to eat? The answer is yeah sometimes I do.
