365 Randon Days Of Team Zybko

Day # 56

September 29th, 2011

Google Eyes and Belly Buttons

My standards seemed to have dropped a little over the years.

In most areas of my life.

Well, I should say the....

Will this be important in 20 years....areas of my life?

No question about it.

Not always a bad thing, just a

Survival Thing

Do the kids clothes really need to match? Ever?

Are shoes necessary everywhere in public?

Aren't homemade cards better than those Hallmark ones?
Should you really be able eat off your kitchen floor?

Nah....

Ya know, some days simple don't produce enough minutes for vacuuming behind the couch.

Swapping that time for a sunny bike ride, nature walk or a visit with a friend.

Oh, yea....that's the good stuff.

We are simply living.

Squeezing life like a lemon.
I'm OK with slipping standards, as long I'm using the floor scrubbing time for good stuff.

Good character building, double stuff, between the cookie sweetness.

The kinda goodness that re-news the mind and heart.

My sense of humor has apparently hit rock bottom as well.

I stumbled across these belly button pictures, realizing a few things.

I will always be a BIG fan of googly eyes.

Belly buttons are pretty gross.

AND

I need to get out more.

I recently took a class about World Missions Awareness.

Every Monday evening for 3 months I listened on the edge of my seat. Not even getting up for the rest room, I listened intently not wanting to miss a word.

Men and Women with years of experience and stories from all over the world.

Their own American babies born in hospitals with dirt floors and straw roofs.

What? Are you serious?

Featured speakers spoke about countries I couldn't pronounce or even locate on a map.

One week a beat up picture was gingerly passed around the scattered round tables.

A rough looking jungle guy held a machete, a finger from the other hand plugged into the white mans belly button.The now 60ish life long Missionary couldn't help but smile as we looked up from the Kodak moment a little puzzled.

LET ME EXPLAIN....

In this particular jungle tribe it was custom to greet each other by putting your finger in ones naval.

I automatically think of a belly button wet willy and cringe just a bit. He continues explaining and saliva apparently is not part of the process.

Whew!

The next morning I re-tell this interesting custom to the kids.

They think it's funny.....all except 6 year Drexel. His face is way to serious.

What's wrong Bud?

Well Mom, if they say hello by putting a finger in the belly button.

Where do they put their finger when they say good bye?