Friday, August 15, 2008

Monday, August 04, 2008

One Trip Highlight

Well there is so much to tell about the trip Ray and I just took to Vancouver Canada. The city at first impression seemed a glut of high rises but on further exploration we absolutely fell in love with this metropolitan jewel! One of my favorite finds was a corner of used book stores. As we talked to the owner of a lovely store called Criterion Books he brought out his personal copy of a folio publicaton of The Blue Fairy book by Andrew Lang specially illustrated by local Vancouver artist Charles Van Sandwyk. He told us that we could view and buy his books and prints at the Joyce Williams Gallery. We promptly walked the 9 or so blocks and found some of the most beautiful artwork I've seen in a long time. I purchased Affairs of the Heart and I can't wait to slowly acquire more of this amazing illustrator's work.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

About You MEME

I got this from Jade at Life in Holland who got it from JoLynne
Here are the rules for this meme.
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you.

Thanks for playing along. I look forward to hearing from you.

Monday, June 30, 2008

I have the smartest, cutest niece

check her out saying her bible verse

If you have girls, If you are a father of a girl, if you know girls....

You should join and read the True Campaign. My friend Kellie at La Vida Dulce introduced me to their site and Wow does it have some great stuff on it. I'm amazed at the early age our girls start worrying about their body image. Be sure to check out the stories and teaching tools!

Friday, June 27, 2008

Summer Reading

We as a family have been doing LOTS of individual reading this summer. I've read about a book every two days and Gabe and Emma are not far behind. In an attempt to conserve money and gas we've been getting a lot of entertainment at the neighboring metroplex library which is amazing. I've been on a historical fiction/crusaders jaunt with alot of books by Stephen Lawhead. I'll have to say that most of them have been just okay. Unless your just a sucker for crusader books, which I am, I wouldn't necessarily recommend them. I read Hood (okay); The Iron Lance (good); The Black Rood (okay); The Mystic Rose (good); The Paradise War (okay); The Silver Hand (okay); and The Endless Knot (okay). I also read a Lawhead science fiction book Dream Thief that was pretty good. Gabe (11 years old) is trying to get through the entire Harry Potter series this summer but keeps stopping to read other books in between. He finally found the third in a middle school age vampire series by Sebastian Rook and finished it in about two days. For Emma (8 years old) I have found a series of books I loved as a child, which unfortunately can only be found in libraries or second hand book stores as they are no longer in print. Our wonderful library somehow manages to have the entire series! They are the Dorrie the Witch series by Patricia Coombs. I should say if you ever see a copy in good condition at a second hand book store - pick it up...they are worth a LOT of money! For Julia (4 years old) we've found the author Nancy Tafuri and Shirely Neitzel, especially "The Dress I'll Wear to the Party"

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Hard Wired

I've come to the conclusion through no deep thought on my part but undeniable evidence in my kids that there are some characteristics that just come hard wired in our kids and can have Nothing to do with the parents genes! My Julia for example is hardwired to coordinate her outfits, want to wear exclusively pink, and have definative ideas about her hair at four years old. Sunday after church we were laying down for a nap when she said, "They said in Heaven we will have new bodies. Will I have a new butt?" As I layed there mouth hanging open trying to reason through this question the rapid follow up was "What about a new hairstyle?"...Ah me where did this child come from?...the twisted mind and hysterical questions I can understand but worrying at four about her butt and hair? HARDWIRED!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

JESSIE MADE IT THROUGH SURGERY!

Be sure to check on Jessie through her blog linked on the side here. She made it through surgery today! Keep praying for her as they wake her up tomorrow from her drug induced coma and through the physical therapy in the coming months!

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Memorial Day

It is from these honored dead that we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain. - The Gettysburg Address, Abraham Lincoln


Memorial Day is a day to remember. Not all wars are fought for noble purposes and not all for ignoble purposes. Not all soldiers go to war for righteous reasons, but some have fought for freedom, for liberty and for justice. For these we remember and are thankful for their sacrifice. The following is a list of the 12 wars the United States of American has been involved in as a country. The numbers listed as casualties are American Soldiers unless otherwise stated.

1. The American Revolution 1775-1783; 22,500 killed in action; 63,000 killed from disease; 6,000 civilians died; 6,188 wounded; 18,000 POW.

2. The Barbary Wars 1801-1805; death toll uncertain

3. War of 1812 1812-1815; 2,260 killed; 4,500 wounded; 3,340 POW

4. The Mexican War 1846-1848; 1,733 killed in action; 13,271 total dead (mostly due to yellow fever); 4,152 wounded

5. The Civil War April 12, 1861-April 9 1865; 203,000 killed in action; 618,000 total dead; 412,200 wounded;

6. Spanish American War April 1898-December 1898; 385 killed in action; 5,000 killed from disease; 5,000 Cubans killed in action fighting for our side; 5,000 Filipinos killed in action fighting for our side

7. World War I July 28, 1914-November 11, 1918; 5,525,000 allied forces dead; 12,831,500 allied military wounded; 4,121,000 allied military missing; US killed 115,516; US wounded 200,000; US POW 41,000.

8. World War II December 7 1941-September 2 1945 (note this are the date of US involvement not the entire war); total human loss 72 million people; US loss 405,399 killed; 671,846 wounded; 130,000 POW.

9. The Korean War 1950-1953; 36,514 killed 103,000 wounded; 8,200 POW

10. Vietnam War 1964-1975; 58,202 killed, 1,984 MIA, 304,700 wounded; 766 POW

11. Persian Gulf War 1991; 382 killed, 467 wounded; 23 POW

12. The War on Terror October 7, 2001-Present; 4,079 killed; 30,059 wounded

"Those who forget history, are doomed to repeat it." George Santayna

Thanks to Wallbuilders Here is the history of and the sermon preached on the first Memorial Day.

History of Memorial Day:

On May 5, 1868, Major General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic (an organization made up of Union Veterans) set aside May 30th as Decoration Day to commemorate fallen soldiers by adorning their graves with flowers. General Logan’s order declared: “We should guard their graves with sacred vigilance....Let pleasant paths invite the coming and going of reverent visitors and fond mourners. Let no neglect, no ravages of time, testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.”

That year, 5,000 gathered at Arlington National Cemetery to attend commemoration ceremonies presided over by President and Mrs. Ulysses S. Grant. This was the nation’s first major tribute to those who fell in the Civil War, and at that time small American flags were placed on each grave (a tradition that continues today).

However, the decoration of graves actually began before General Logan’s official order, and some two dozen locations claim to be the site of the first Memorial Day observance. The majority of these sites are in the South, where most of the casualties of the Civil War are buried.

For example, both Macon and Columbus, Georgia, as well as Richmond, Virginia, each claim to have begun Memorial Day in 1866; and Boalsburg, Pennsylvania, claims that it held the first observance in 1864. However, one of the first documented sites to hold a tribute to the Civil War dead took place in Columbus, Mississippi on April 25, 1866. A group of women who were placing flowers on the graves of Confederate soldiers (casualties of the battle at Shiloh) noticed the destitute graves of the Union soldiers and also decorated their graves with flowers. The first community-wide observance occurred in Waterloo, New York, on May 5, 1866, with a ceremony to honor local Civil War veterans. (A century later in 1966, President Lyndon Baines Johnson and Congress declared Waterloo to be the “birthplace” of Memorial Day because of that earlier observance.)

By the end of the 19th century, the observance of May 30th as a day to honor the Civil War dead had become a widespread practice across the nation, but after World War I, the tribute was expanded to include all American military men and women who had died in any war. Memorial Day has been acknowledged as a national holiday since 1971, when an Act of Congress established its observance on the last Monday in May.

In 2000, Congress passed the “The National Moment of Remembrance Act,” asking all Americans to pause at 3 p.m. local time on Memorial Day for a minute of silence in remembrance of all those who have died in military service to America.


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THE INVISIBLE ARMY

And Elisha prayed, and said, “Lord, I pray Thee, open his eyes, that he may see.” And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw; and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.- 2 Kings VI,17.

The Psalmist has beautifully said, “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” [Psalm 46:1]. The text refers to one of these wonderful instances of Providential care so often repeated in the history of the Israelitish people and so often experienced by individuals and nations since the days of the prophets. Israel was surrounded by merciless foes determined upon her destruction. Now the Syrians were encamped against them and formed their ambuscades at various places, expecting to entrap and cut them off. Elisha the prophet, Divinely inspired, discovered their hiding places and kept his master informed of their movements.

So often had the schemes of the enemy been defeated that the king of Syria, exasperated and puzzled, imagined that a traitor in his own camp had disclosed his secrets. But one of his servants said, “None, my lord, O king, but Elisha that is in Israel, telleth the king of Israel the words that thou speakest in thy bed-chamber” [2 Kings 6:12]. The prophet was at Dothan, which the Syrians, in haste, besieged by night so as to cut off his retreat. But a greater than Elisha was there; the Lord Jehovah had sent the invisible armies of the skies to occupy the mountain and protect His servant from all harm. When the morning dawned and the servant of Elisha saw the armed hosts of the Syrians, he said to his master, in great alarm, “Alas! How shall we do?” Calm and undisturbed at the formidable array, Elisha prayed that the young man’s eyes should be opened. When, behold, the mountain gleamed with the splendor of armed hosts of horsemen and chariots of fire. Then was revealed to the young man the great truth which all the world should know – that all the armies of earth are powerless before the armies of heaven.

The prophet prayed once more and blindness came upon the Syrian hosts so that the man they came to destroy led them to a distant city and into the presence of the king and the armies of the enemies upon whom they came to make war. Truly, they who have their trust in God “abide under the shadow of the Almighty” and He becomes to them a refuge and a fortress.

The Christian believes in God’s protecting presence, and through that faith his life becomes a life of obedience and trust. As the daylight fades and the shadows of night gather round him, the child of God commends himself to his Father’s care and within the hollow of the Almighty hand slumbers sweetly, peacefully, and safely. As the darkness flees before the rosy light of breaking day, he offers up his prayer of thanksgiving and sings his song of rejoicing. With renewed faith and purpose he submits his strength and will to Divine guidance, and leaning upon the strong arm of the Lord of Hosts, fearlessly marches into the battle of life.

The text contains an encouraging lesson of God’s Providence and care for His people. No truth is more forcibly taught upon the page of history than that of a nation’s exaltation through righteousness and its reproach because of sin [Proverbs 14:34]. Sacred and profane history alike are but the startling records of the rise and fall of nations – records that are emphasized by the splendid ruins which strew the earth and which tell alike of great exaltation and still greater humiliation – which tell of life and growth under the sunshine of truth, or death and decay under the blasting influences of transgression. The Tigris and Euphrates, the Nile, the Mediterranean, and the islands of the see, the mountains and valleys and the plains of earth - all bear witness that sin has been a vortex into which the highest civilizations have been thrown and have forever been swallowed up. God goes before the people and the nation which march along the highways of righteousness, guiding them by His pillar of fire at night and His cloud of protection by day [Exodus 13:21], so long as they acknowledge the directing Hand and trust the Divinity that shines from the fire and conceals itself in the clouds. By direction of the Almighty, the children of Israel escaped from Egyptian bondage. They crossed the Red Sea between the miraculously sustained walls of water. They saw their pursuing enemies enter the narrow path from which their own hosts had just safely emerged and they saw the water close over chariot and riders forever; but the power that moved the protecting and avenging hand was to them unseen. God was with His people and in His own mysterious way directed the hidden power which was to accomplish His purposes. The Lord had indeed triumphed, for His people had not been required to strike a single blow in their own defense. The hand that had placed the pillar of cloud between pursuer and pursued and that had closed the waters over Egypt’s mightiest chieftains was unseen by both foeman and friend. When in the reign of the good Hezekiah, the Assyrians came against Israel, the destroying angel passed over their camp at night and smote a hundred fourscore and five thousand of their bravest warriors [2 Kings 19:35].

There are no foes harder to battle with than those we cannot see – there are no forces more difficult to contend against than those which cannot be brought within the limits of our sight. We cannot estimate the numbers of such a foe – we cannot detect his movements nor calculate how we may avert or counteract his blow. Against such a presence we are helpless and defenseless. The storm rages above us, the thunder terrifies us, while the play of the forked lighting seems searching us in every hiding place. The muffled rumble of the earthquake and the trembling soil beneath our feet startles us out of all propriety and reason, while we add to our fears and to the real danger a thousand misgivings that are purely imaginary. The pestilence that walks in the darkness and invades our land bears consternation upon its wings and we cry out, “Whither shall we fly from its dreadful presence?” [from C. H. Spurgeon’s "What Was Become of Peter?," Sword and Trowel (August 1873).]

Alarm takes possession of our nature; our very humanity seems to desert us, and we fly from our neighbors and from friends and from loved ones, hoping in our selfishness to secure some health-protected spot where we may be safe. Ah! how in the recognized presence of the invisible we forget that He who keepeth Israel never slumbers or sleeps [Psalm 121:4], and that we shall trust Him in the darkness as well as in the light. He has said, “I will not fail thee or forsake thee” [Joshua 1:5]. The Christian’s faith is that which trusts the Unseen Power which lies behind all open manifestation. No matter what threatens, he knows God will send His protecting angels to keep charge over him. What is history but the recorded result of these invisible forces? The books that fill our libraries contain only some small fragments of the world’s unnumbered wrecks which have been saved from the vortex of that oblivion which has swallowed up all the rest. The chronologist computes his time by fragments – periods, as we call them, intervening between great historical events – measurements of tie made up of the rise and fall of empires and republics, interspersed with the life and death of kings and warriors, and stained by blood and crime. The ruins of past greatness, which tell the sad story of glory and shame, for centuries have cast their gloom upon many of the loveliest spots of the earth. We may ask what and where were the forces that caused all this desolation? Why did not one historical period- or even one generation – profit by the misfortunes of its predecessor? History points to the physical forces – the ambitions and passions of men – but is almost silent as to the unseen influences which excited the ambition and stirred the passions which struck the blow. Man was in the destroying wind, the earthquake, and the fire, but God was in the still small voice which pronounced the doom of disobedience and sin. History heard the din of battle but failed to recognize the Mysterious Power which directed the issue.

Nations come and go; they rise and fall. Like human life, they seem born only to a short existence – to run their course and die. It is a serious question for the statesman of the present to consider how long our government shall stand: what causes shall contribute to its permanence, or what causes shall lead to its overthrow.

How few years (as we compute them) has even the oldest nation of the day existed under its present form of government? Progress, in its triumphant march over the earth, is ever dissipating political fallacies, destroying effete [worn out] forms, and establishing new principles. Man is being slowly lifted to higher planes. The divinity is stirring within him, opening his eyes and removing the blindness which hid from him the invisible forces which, under God, are at his command. With us – and with what we do for the future - rest largely the responsibilities of a free government, trusting its life and its all to the masses of the people who, irrespective of condition or race, direct its destinies by a free and unrestricted ballot.

From innumerable circumstances in our history we believe that we are highly favored of heaven. If Israel was chosen as the pioneer of a higher civilization, of a purer morality, and as the law giver of the world – if Greece was chosen as the exemplar of aesthetic culture and as a teacher if the arts – if England became the stronghold of aggressive Christianity - so the United States is destined to embrace all these and to become an example of still further advancement. Surely God is with us, and “they that be with us are more than they that be with them” [2 Kings 6:16]. From the time that civilization first planted its standard at Jamestown down to the present hour, the mountains round about us have been filled with the invincible hosts of Jehovah. The Spirit that calmed the waves and stilled the tempestuous winds on Galilee has hovered over our waters; our land has been hallowed by the footsteps of Him who went about doing good [Acts 10:38], and our homes have been sanctified by the sweet spirit of Bethany.

Today we look backwards upon our history with wonder and with gratitude to God. We look forward to a destiny that will bring the kingdoms of this earth and the kingdom of heaven into closer communion. Our tongues break into song and our souls into thanksgiving as we contemplate the mercies which have been our lot. When dangers threatened relief was always near. When discouragement came to our people, the heavens opened in brightness above us and the bow of promise spanned the continent. When uncertainty clouded our governmental course, the superior intelligence of our statesmen always provided a safe solution of the problem. The course of empire upon this Western continent has never been checked…. The fierce contests over boundary lines raised up a hardy and valiant race, destined for yeoman services in the future. The political disputes with the old country which claimed our allegiance, sharpened the wits of the people, gave wisdom to our magistrates, influence to our legislators, and developed those peculiar ideas of government which have made us most advanced of nations.

The War of the Revolution determined and settled our political status among the peoples of the earth. The confederacy, which followed the Declaration of Independence, demonstrated the weakness of the foundation upon which we expected to build. The Constitution of 1789 welded the states together into an unbroken and unending chain of common interest. The War of 1812 strengthened our national bond, unified the people, and proved to the world our ability to maintain our rights. The War of the Rebellion abolished slavery, made our soil free, and forever destroyed the idea of secession as a Constitutional right. The return of peace and the organization of the Grand Army of the Republic crystallized American loyalty into a gem of clearest ray and unclouded beauty. Step by step we have ascended the heights which no other nation has reached. A mighty republic has grown upon the foundation of unrestricted and universal suffrage [right to vote], refuting the fallacy that men trusted with a free ballot could never govern wisely and well. The experience of one hundred and twenty-nine years has shown that, with as many conflicting interests as there are states, all may be harmonized by wise legislation and a just administration of the law. If a partisan Congress or unjust judges should decide otherwise, the people will rectify the impropriety peacefully at the ballot box. The invisible power of wholesome public opinion will always prove a conservative force among a God-fearing people. As the blood of relationship holds together the various branches of the family, so the relationship of the states creates a common interest in the welfare of all. Yea, more than this – the mingled blood of American patriotism, partaken in solemn communion by the soil of every commonwealth in defense of the whole, would cry out from the ground to heaven against any attempt at the life of our system of government. Surely the graves of our fallen comrades would form a rampart behind which their invisible spirits would forever keep guard over an unsevered Union.

Today in this memorial service, we remember our beloved died for their part in the solution of the great problems of humanity. Not only did they freely offer themselves upon their country’s altar – a sacrifice for the great interests of the present – but by their blood they became the oracle and prophet of the future. They denounced and defeated the severance of national bonds, pronounced the doom of rebellion, freed the bondsman from his chains, and predicted the coming of a national greatness which, if not already here, is rapidly upon the way. Every day should be the benediction of the morrow. Every generation should store up blessings for the next. We bless the past for its lesson of experience, and we revere the memories of the men who made the past a glorious prediction for the future. So we come on this Memorial Day to record our indebtedness to the patriotic soldiers, pay our homage for their bravery, express our sympathy with their sufferings, and our admiration for their achievements, pledging ourselves to stand loyally by the institutions for which they nobly died.

As we gather on this day – to us a day of sad and pleasant memories, a day of instructive retrospect and of profitable anticipation for a glorious future – we meet with our dead here in this quiet God’s acre, there in National Cemeteries, or perhaps far away in lonely and forgotten spots where friendly hands have never strewn flowers. From all these hallowed places- yea, even from the depths of the sea – our dead comrades keep watch over the nation’s honor. We are here today, a grateful multitude, to pay such a tribute as we can to the heroes who did so much for us. We strew flowers of beauty upon their grassy mounds and speak words of love and kindly remembrance; we shed tears of sorrow for the departed and express words of sympathy for the bereaved as though but yesterday they had passed out of our sight. We seem today to live over again the eventful past. We hear again the bugle call echoing over the hills; we see the sad partings and the long farewells; victory and defeat, bereavement and earth, all pass before us in review. Our spirits hold communication with the comrades of long ago. We know that in the body they will not again answer roll call this side of the Pearly Gates, but their influence will live until the reveille of the resurrection morning shall bid them rise for the great review.

“Here rest the great and good. Here they repose
After their generous toil. A sacred band,
They take their sleep together, while the year
Comes with its earliest flowers to deck their graves,
And gathers them again as winter frowns.
Theirs is no vulgar sepulcher, - green sods
Are all their monument, and yet it tells
A nobler history than pillared piles
Or the eternal pyramids.

They need
No statue nor inscription to reveal
Their greatness. It is round them, and the joy
With which their children tread the hallowed ground
That holds their venerated bones, the peace
That smiles on all they fought for, and the wealth
That clothes the land they rescued – these, though mute
As feeling ever is when deepest – these
Are monuments more lasting than the fanes
Reared to the kings and demigods of old.

Let these elms
Bend their protecting shadow o’er their graves,
And build with their green roof the only fane,
Where we may gather on this hallowed day
That rose to them in blood, and set in glory.
Here let us meet, while our motionless lips
Give not a sound, and all around is mute
In the deep Sabbath of a heart too full
For words or tears – here let us strew the sod
With the fresh flowers of spring, and make to them
An offering of the plenty Nature gives,
And they have rendered ours – perpetually.”
[Quoted from James G. Percival’s “The Graves of the Patriots,” in Samuel Kettell, Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices (Boston: S.G. Goodrich & Co, 1829), Vol. III, pp 46-47.]

We have many more graves to decorate today than one year ago. In our own state [Pennsylvania], over a thousand of our comrades have been gathered by the grim reaper – Death. There will be more next year, and still more in the years that shall follow. As these mounds multiply, the early roll call shortens, and yet as the years roll by, those who survive will still come to decorate the graves, and when the last comrade shall have received his honorable discharge, the lessons of Memorial Day will still be remembered – they will never die.

It has been said that the particular genius of this memorial season is that while other holidays praise institutions, this glorifies men, honors the private citizens and the seemingly obscure soldier. Walter Scott described Old Mortality as going through the cemeteries of Scotland, chiseling anew upon the tombstones the names that time had well nigh obliterated [from Sir Walter Scott’s “Old Morality,” in Tales of My Landlord (Edinburgh: 1816), Vols. II-IV]. Asked to explain his zeal for the memory of these worthies, the old man replied that he wished to see the heroes of yesterday march forward side by side with the youth of today. That nation suffers a great calamity whose children and youth have separated themselves from yesterday’s battlefields and victories and have forgotten to honor the memories of their fathers - the sages and statesmen from whom they have received a priceless heritage.

I thank God that loyalty to flag and country is still the countersign [a military watchword]. It is related that an old emperor was dying. He had been a father to his people and had loved and cared form them as his children. The burden upon his heart was the destiny of his country; and what, when he was gone, should become of all that he had established for the good of his people? To give him assurance that all would be cared for when he was no more, there passed in review before him the brave officers who had led his armies and the veterans who had been the heroes of many a hard-fought battle. Upon their banners was inscribed, “We are loyal to our emperor and will be loyal to his country.” “Yes,” said the emperor, “they have been loyal and true to me, and I could trust my government to their care, but they are growing old and like me will soon be gone, and then who shall care for my country?” Further to assure him of his country’s safety there came before his review an army of stalwart young men, the pride and flower of the land. They were the noble sons of the veterans who had just passed, and carried on their banners the legend. “We follow in our fathers’ steps, and will be loyal to king and country.” “Yes,” said the emperor, “I could die in peace and trust the country to the worthy sons of such noble sires, but alas! They too, will soon be gone, and after them what will become of the land?” Following after the young men and stepping quickly to the tap of the drum, came the vast army of the boys of the empire, bearing their banners, “Our fathers have taught us patriotism and we will be loyal to our country and live and die for its best interests.” “There,” said the emperor, “I am content and die happy; a country built up by such loyal veterans, supported by such noble sons, and who are to be followed by such patriotic children, can never be overturned by revolution and will never die.” This lesson is for us today. History records your loyal and heroic service; and many of your sons, imbued with your spirit, have within the past year gone forth with the same ardent patriotism, to die, if need be, for their country’s honor; and their children have been marching to the music of the Union and have been taught to love and revere the old flag for which their grandfathers fought.

In the springtime when the flowers come to their resurrection after their long slumber – when the birds, after their winter’s silence, wake to their melody of song - when the world is bright with renewed life, we remember our dead, and they come forth to meet us not only in precious memory as we knew them long ago but they come in the developed and perfected work for which their death laid the foundation and of which their blood wrote the prediction. They come in the realization of the great truths for which their lives were given – they come in the broader and nobler patriotism which has resulted from their deeds – they come in the felt presence of their spirits in the very atmosphere which surrounds us.

This is a government founded upon intelligence, and can only be perpetuated by virtue. We trust the franchise [vote] to the evil and the good alike. We can draw no distinction between vice and virtue at the ballot box. The responsibility of the choice of proper administrators is thrown upon the body politic; it becomes an education in fidelity and time has proved that, in the main, the trust has not been misplaced. It is true that mistakes are made and frauds are perpetrated, but they form the exception to the rule. Mercenary men sometimes obtaining positions of great trust; incompetent men are appointed to offices which require skill that they cannot give; and unworthy men are often elevated to posts of honor which they do not adorn. But these are not proofs of the inadequacy of the system; they but show that the work of evangelization is not universal and that political education among the masses is incomplete. To the man of integrity, however ignorant, the burden is an incentive to higher duties and nobler aims. The defects are not of the system but of our want of a proper appreciation of its privileges – they show that we, who ought to be foremost in citizenship, have done our whole duty.

To the Christian people of this country, the broad and humanizing advantages of republicanism ought to be incentives to more virtuous activity and stimulants to higher patriotic requirements in our politics – they should be to the goodness and intelligence of the country an earnest pledge for the redemption of the ballot from unholy contamination. Let absolute truth (and that embraces all that is righteous in governments and in men) be the grand ideal that this nation shall hold up before the world. Call it an idea, if you will, and then with the characteristics earnestness of men who are convinced of its value, let us press it home to hearts and lives of the American people. Ideas are the forces that move the world; they are invisible armies that discomfit the material hosts of folly, vice, and ignorance; they are the horseman and the chariots of fire which gather round the prophets and conservators of civil purity and which send dismay into the ranks of the political tricksters and jugglers and gradually cause the unworthy and incompetent to hide themselves away from public sight. They have caused revolutions and formed new governments; they have swayed the millions and have made social life to leap forward with a single bound into higher and healthier conditions. This republic was the offspring of an idea – the conviction that the people who were to be governed could best govern themselves independent of hereditary rulership or autocratic dictatorship; the idea that the convinced judgment of the masses – the voice of the people – expressed to the largest extent the will of God concerning us.

That is our political faith today, but we also believe that we cannot reach or maintain a standard worthy of a free people unless we elevate our ideas of public morality for the masses and of private virtues for our representatives. The State wants:

“Men – high-minded men,
With powers as far above dull brutes endued…
As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude;
Men who their duties know,
And knowing, dare maintain.”
[From Sir William Jones’ “An Ode In Imitation of Alcaeus,” excerpt published in The New York Times, December 23, 1871.]

Whatever the world may say, and however infidelity or skepticism may determine, the civil world is indebted to Christianity for its wonderful progress.

Christ, the Exemplar, whilst the originator of new ideas for human conduct, was also the collection of many of the old and useful which had been abused and misapplied. For the doctrines of revenge and retaliation, He gave us that of forgiveness of injuries. For the cure of dissensions and unhappy differences, He gave us due consideration for the opinions of others. For social wrongs, He gave us purity of life. For the peace of the state, He gave us respect for magistrates and rulers and obedience to the laws. For civil progress, He gave us trust in God and brotherly kindness in our daily intercourse with men. He restrained our evil tendencies by a reiteration of the Ten Commandments. He softened our natures by the Beatitudes and enlarged our lives and increased our hopes by the new commandments that He gave us. He taught us the wondrous idea of love with the Divine assurance that it was the all-powerful principle for good – “the fulfilling of the law” [Romans 13:10]. How the cross, as the emblem of that Christianity, has been revered and loved throughout the civilized world!

The Christian world of the nineteenth century is a far better world than that of the Jew or Roman two thousand years ago. Humanity stands upon a higher platform – human rights are conceded by the rulers, respected by the people, and enforced and protected by the laws as never before in the history of human government. Liberty, not only in thought and action but in self-government, has given men higher conception of individual duty and has drawn their hearts nearer to each other. The cross has carried with it the idea of redemption and has given inspiration to the hope of Heaven after the troubles and cares of this life have passed away. This invisible force, like the march of a victorious army, has passed from conquering to conqueror and still like an avalanche continues to gather strength as it moves forward. It has marched over the boundary line into the new century and with increasing ranks will carry the whole world toward the millennial year, when God’s kingdom shall come and His will shall be done upon the earth. It is an idea that has fought its way against darkness and prejudice - against foes both visible and invisible; but it has made its citadel in the hearts and homes and lives of the people, and it is still triumphant.

Another of the forces which fill the atmosphere and the mountains about us is the idea of our nationality. One country, one people, one flag, is our motto. Possibly the thought of secession or disunion has passed forever; we cannot part company without losing strength and influence; we can never sever our Union without becoming a reproach to the world; we cannot multiply flags without national shame and humiliation. That grand old banner, since the day when its first star was attached and all its stripes were bound together, has commanded respect and admiration upon all the waters of the globe. Resplendent and beautiful as the tints of the dawning morning, it has reflected the rays of the rising sun of freedom through all the sky, from the heavens above to the earth beneath. For more than a century it has attracted the weary toilers of the earth. The very thought of it – its name, its magnificent presence – have carried to the minds of millions the ides of liberty: liberty of conscience, liberty of citizenship, liberty of noble manhood; the right to the labor of one’s own hand, to the product of one’s own accumulation, the right of the man to own himself, the right of education for his children, the privileges of equality with other men, and the right of protection against oppression.

In the midst of some great public excitement or fancied peril, we ask, “Is the country really in danger?” Are these popular strikes a menace to our institutions? Do these vast local interests which, in their selfishness rise up in threatening attitudes, mean mischief to the whole fabric? Will a mercenary Congress ever barter our rights away for ambition or lucre [money]? Will the American people ever yield willingly to their own humiliation? We look about us and ask as did the servant of the prophet, “Alas! How shall we do?” But when your eyes shall be opened and we shall behold the horsemen and the chariots of fire – the great innumerable hosts of the skies, hidden from our natural eyes, we will be led to answer, “God is with us, and they that are with us are greater than they that be with them.” We will not fear when we see these unnumbered detachments armed with the potent influences of the great ideas of which I have spoken. When we behold among the standards of that vast gathering the banner of the cross inscribed with Christ’s new commandment and the spirits of our dead pointing to that as the life of our American institutions- when we see our own national flag bearing aloft the motto, “Proclaim liberty throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof” [Leviticus 25:10] – when we see here the banner of a free ballot, and there the banner of constitutional security, and in the front of that great array a fortress of the graves of those who fought and died for the liberties we enjoy, we need not fear for the future, for God is with us.

Against all these threatening dangers there are safeguards, and we must see to it that they are found and applied… We should have our churches increased a thousand times – have them conducted by a loyal and Godly ministry, and have them supported by an honest and patriotic membership. We should bring to the work of evangelization an aggressive piety that will pursue sin and vice of every description into every stronghold and give them uncompromising battle at every step. We want the spirit that drove the money changers from the temple, that rebuked sin in high places, and that administered punishment to the wrongdoer without favor; the spirit that, upon the other hand, forgave the repentant sinner and in love invited the weary ones of earth to come to Him and find rest.

And so on this Memorial Day we must not forget the sources from which have come these national blessings. We go back in our history and thank God for the Puritan spirit and for that deliverance from religious oppression which brought to our shores the Mayflower and its heroic company who sought upon our soil freedom to worship God. We are thankful, too, for the prayer and song which hallowed Plymouth – a prayer whose strains still linger upon the New England air and will forever be wafted upon the winds back and forth to the utmost boundaries of our Union.

We are thankful that the spirit which came in the Mayflower still lives. How quickly its influence established peace after the [Civil] War (in which so many of our comrades fell) was over. How it bridged the frightful charms with the olive branch and took back to its forgiving bosom the erring ones, and restored peaceful relations with the discordant states.

Under the same influence the victorious armies of the North settled down to peaceful avocations and the hostile camp was transformed into the fraternal spirit of the Grand Army of the Republic. As again we thank God for His blessings to our country, we drop a tear of kindly remembrance over the graves of our dead, believing that in the great multitude of the invisible, their spirits will be with us to warn and guard us from all dangers which may threaten us.

Comrades beloved, may the God of peace that brought from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant, make you perfect in every good work to do His will, working in you that which is well pleasing in His sight, through Jesus Christ, to Whom be glory forever and ever. Amen. [Hebrews 13:21]

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Ooops I'm behind....AGAIN

Well hubby is away in China and I haven't been keeping up with my blog reading...humm wonder why? Anyway I got tagged by Coffeegal on Monday and here it is Thursday and I just figured it out....so...

What were you doing ten years ago?
I had a 1 year old....that's all I remember it must have had something to do with lack of sleep...ah yes and I was looking for a house...my then one year old had an affinity for soft nighty things that he drug around the house and I vividly remember the 50ish something male realtor dropping in just as my one year old dragged my silk bra through the house...

What are 5 things on your to-do list?
I don't make lists they keep me up at night.

What are 5 snacks you enjoy? ONLY 5?
1. Dark Chocolate covered soy nuts.
2. Snickers
3. Tortilla Chips, Queso, Salsa and Guacamole
4. Chocolate Chip Ice Cream
5. Coke and Saltines

What would you do if you were a millionaire?
I would set up college funds for my kids and my nieces and nephews...and with as many as I have that would probably kill a million bucks right there.

Name some of the places you’ve called home.
Fredericksburg, Virginia; Celle, Germany; Harrisonburg, Virginia; Boston, Massachusetts; Southfield, Michigan; Fort Worth, Texas.

What are some of your bad habits?
I bite my nails, I procrastinate, I eat junk food, I drink real coke, I can disappear into the world of a book for a whole day and not come up for air.

What are some jobs you’ve held?
Bank Teller, Resturant Hostess, Resident Advisor, Cafeateria worker, Optic Technician, Administrative Assistant to 4 different VP's at two different companies, copy editor, Association Manager, Campaign Administrator.

Who are you tagging?
I am tagging Blue Skies (drat she already did it, and But Be Like the Sun. And anyone else who is willing to play!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Ray's Adventure in China Part 1

Well some of you know that Ray is in Hong Kong right now as part of his EMBA studies. The plan is for him to visit Hong Kong, Shanghai, and Beijing. I talked to him after the recent earthquake in Shengdu which as close as I can estimate is about 900+ miles from Hong Kong. He said when the earthquake hit he was on a ferry and within minutes the boat was bouncing on the water. He said it wasn't but a couple of seconds before almost everyone was leaning over the boat throwing up. He somehow managed to not get sick, which is a miracle since he gets motion sick very easy!
The pictures I'm seeing out of Shengdu this morning are heart breaking. I really feel for the parents of the many young students that died. The news was saying that for many of these couples the student would have been their only child. It was interesting that when I talked to Ray he didn't know very much about the casulties in China. I gather that 1. the news in China is slower to get out, mostly people were still talking about the tragedy in Burma (Myanmar), and 2. what might have been started being reported Ray probably couldn't understand.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Jessie Hall

Today I was proud to live in a small Texas town. There is a little girl that actually lives backed up to my parents who is six years old and has a rare disease called Rasmussen's Encephalitis. To treat her disease her parents are preparing to have half of her brain removed. Today they had a send off for this little six year old. In our town there are 3 elementary schools, 1 sixth grade school, 1 middle school and 1 high school, and 2 private schools. Today they had a parade for Jessie. She rode in a old pink muscle car from school to school and all the students were out lining the roads wearing pink, waving pink ribbons, many of the trees through town were covered with pink bows and lots of the signs in front of business wished her well. As I stood in front of one of the elementary schools and watched her parade go by, I was choked up thinking of all her parents are going through and how brave they must be. I've linked her blog to the sidebar so you can pray for her as she goes through her surgery and see what a sweet girl and what a sweet family this is. God Bless you Jessie. God Bless you Cris and Kristi and your three boys.

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

My Review of iRobot Roomba® 560 Vacuum Cleaning Robot

Originally submitted at iRobot

iRobot Roomba 500 Series Robots feature dramatic improvements in navigation and floor coverage, edge and corner cleaning, brushes, filters and advanced anti-tangle technology.

  • Covers 4 rooms on a single battery charge
  • On-board Scheduling
  • Self-charging Home Base®
  • 2 ...


Our Hobo Robo

By I Hate Housecleaning from Aledo, TX on 4/30/2008

 

4out of 5

Pros: Cleans Under Furniture, Hassle Free Operation, Covers Entire Room, Cleans Effectively

Cons: Loud Operation, Can Get Stuck

Best Uses: Carpeted Rooms, Small Rooms, Tile Floors

Describe Yourself: Mother of toddler, Homeowner, Busy household

My Robot's Name: Robo the Hobo

We have lots of tile in our house and this has helped so much with the dust. I love letting it run every evening after supper in the kitchen. With little kids this has helped so much keep the crumbs off the floor. Our house was struck by lightening and the charger and homebase were ruined so be sure to plug it into a surge protector. Customer Service was great and sent a replacement as it was still under warrenty! I am looking into buying the scoomba soon!

(legalese)

Dumb Dory Found Her Mistake



Well it only took me a LOT of wasted time...but hey maybe I'm staving off Alzheimer's then again maybe I am just still avoiding laundry!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sudoku and the Lollipop Guild

















Okay I am ashamed to admit how many times I've done this stupid puzzle that came in the newspaper. But I've come to the conclusion that they MUST have printed an error. So PLEASE somebody out there try it and tell me you couldn't solve it either! And would somebody please clock my husband for waking up singing "We represent the Lollipop Guild" and then preceeding to share it with us...I've now got munchkins in my head! As if Sudoku wasn't enough!

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Learn something new everyday

I just learned something new about myself...the depths I will go to avoid doing laundry...I would rather pull weeds in my front lawn wearing a tiara (my 4 year olds idea) than put away already clean mountains of laundry...I'm definitely sick!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Shacky Chic

 

Friends of mine have opened a new online event composed of an ebay store, blog and whatnot...still growing, still becoming. Before they opened their online event they had a wonderful store and the picture above is something I bought from them from their store. It is a transom or a window that used to be over a door. The artistic ladies at Shacky Chic turned it into this lovely case that sits ontop of my piano now filled with antique opera programs that my husband found at a library sale. Isn't it pretty go check them out at www.shackychic.com and see what else they are selling. Be sure to look at the beautiful old house in the pictures. Its 100 years old and one of the shacky ladies is restoring it.
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OH I WANT I WANT I WANT

 

There is nothing like a potterybarn catalogue to make me dissatified with my house. Suddenly I want to paint, reupholster, buy furniture, light fixtures, archectural shelving and new carpets. I want to plant outdoors, redo the yard and add a beach view from my northern Texas kitchen window! After perusing my forth PB catalogue this spring I've narrowed it down to painting my bathroom coral bronze from the potterybarn paint palet. The rest of the following pictures will just have to wait!
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Monday, April 14, 2008

Pre Chicken Pox Days

 

This is Gabe and some of his buddies at the metroplex autoshow. Aren't they cool?
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An Inconvenient Truth

This past week has been crazy to say the least. Gabe had the chicken pox and storms knocked out our internet connection for days...I can't tell you how many posts I wrote in my head that will never be read...but I always do that. It's funny when you start a blog a switch clicks in your head that turns every event in your life into a potential post. I'm constantly writing and then editing in my head. And being ADD a lot never makes it to the actual blog. Anyway I am finally having a SHORT moment to post before we plunge into the blackhole that is make up school work after being gone a week....

...Sometimes Gabe amazes me and this week having him home, outside of him itching like crazy which I must say he did with a minimum amount of complaining, a lot of grace and extreem thankfulness when I would rub him down with lidocaine, was a joy. The two of us can talk on levels about spiritual and emotional topics that I often can't share with adults. Sometimes Gabe's questions and insight really rock my world. One of his requests while staying home this week was to watch An Inconvienent Truth, the global warming movie by Al Gore, and just so that you don't think he is a complete cerebral nerd we also watched, Footloose (which I wouldn't recommend-to many inappropriate parts for a boy his age), Spiderman2, and Nacho Libre. Anyway I jumped at the opportunity and we rented AIT from the local video store. To say we live in a conservative climate that is unfriendly to ecology and democrates is to put it mildly. The fact that Gabe attends a conservative christian school where young christian kids often take things they hear their parents say and extrapolate them to the nth degree of ludicrusiness is pretty common. Gabe has been told in the past that 1. He can't be a christian because he saw the Harry Potter movies, 2. that Barack Obama is a muslim, and so forth and so on. All this to say I make it a point to teach Gabe to think critically about what he hears. 1. What does the Bible say about becoming a christian? We looked and didn't find anything relating to Harry Potter. I showed Gabe Obama's own words refuting that statement that he was a muslim. All this to say I like to see Gabe choose to experience things outside of his cultural box and then to discuss using critical thinking about what we are hearing. For the most part I thought An Inconvenient Truth was interesting and informative. There we some parts that seemed conjecture and were presented as fact, but over all it was a good reminder that we all can being doing something to take care of this planet whether or not you on in the camp that reveres this planet as god or in the camp that should revere this planet as a gift from God, part of God's creation that He pronouned as good and that we are commanded to take care of. The one area that I felt the movie really fell short in was in giving any concrete ideas to the watcher in where to start working to reduce global warming outside of running for congress. So we as a family talked about some of the things we are doing to reduce our energy use, using energy efficient light bulbs, recycling, buying energy efficient appliances, turning off lights in the house, not leaving chargers for ipods and other electronics plugged in, and turning off TV's, computers and such from the surge protector so as not to waste unnecessary power. Some of this ideas seem simplistic but you have to give kids something they CAN do NOW so as to feel success and hope when bigger more sacrifical opportunities come later. So I would encourage you to watch An Inconvenient Truth, read the Ken Morefields Review and discuss it with your family.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

Lightening Never Strikes Twice...

BUT Lightening and Chickenpox can strike at the same time!

Gabe has the chicken pox despite receiving the vaccination...funny he was supposed to have a well check today with his doctor. Part of the well check was a booster shot for the chicken pox vaccination...Guess we won't be needing that!

And last night our house was hit by lightening...it blew out or I should say blew up my breadmachine, my cell phone charger and our hot water heater!...I can take the cold showers, the not talking to my friends, but NO HOMEMADE BREAD???? If it wasn't for the fact we are extreemly contagious right now I'd already be scouring Kohl's for a new Breadman Ultimate!

...oh and I've had the chicken pox as a teenager...a not mild but not horrendous case if I remember correctly ...but I am itching ALL OVER...Dang I hate this psychosomatic stuff! I think I'll just take a extended dose of Benadryl and sleep for the next week or so...that is of course unless Emma and Julia come down with the pox...in three weeks...AH this could go on forever!

Friday, April 04, 2008

Poll

Happy Endings or Sad Endings?
Redemption or Justice?
What do you prefer in a story?

Dreams

I dream and then there are days I DREAM. Dreams that I wake up and the world doesn't feel right because the reality of my dream is so much more real than the world around me. I don't have these universe altering dreams often, about two times a year or so, usually more so when I'm pregnant...so it's probably hormonal, but I had one of those reality shifting dreams last night. I am a little unsure about writing down what I dreamed because it involves real people in unreal situations and them acting in ways that they don't act. So I'm going to change it up a little bit for my blog.

In my dream Ray and I went to visit family for Christmas. While visiting our family we found out that one of our sibling had had three kids that we didn't know about. One instance was a set of twin boys that were now about 23 years old that had been given up for adoption. They were happy well adjusted kids and they had found out about us and come back to visit our family for Christmas. Everyone was happy to meet them, we were a little bit sad about what we had missed out of their life but glad that they had been so happy in their life up to this point. They were tall blonde and pretty much the all american guys.

At the same time we found out that this same mom had had another little boy that had not been given up for adoption. This little boy was 16 and his name was Jeffrey. Jeffrey was special. Jeffrey couldn't talk. Jeffrey lived in the town where my family that we had gone to visit lived but no one except the mom and the grandparents knew that Jeffrey was part of our family. Jeffrey was the town mystery. He lived in an abandon house by himself. This town was rural and the towns people made sure Jeffrey got food when he got hungry enough to come around and beg but no one ever tried to take Jeffrey in. Everyone kind of just minded their own business and Jeffrey seemed to be nobody's business.

When I found out that Jeffrey was part of my family I knew immediately that I needed to adopt him. In my dream I was walking through a grocery store looking at strawberries. Half of my mind was trying to remember the ingredients for a dessert and the other half was try to decide if I was going to tell Ray we needed to adopt Jeffrey or should I wait and let God tell Ray and let Ray tell me. I remember the panic in my chest that I couldn't wait, something might happen to Jeffrey. Suddenly our whole family knew Jeffrey belonged to us and what if one of the other parts of our family decided to take him in when I KNEW he was meant for our family.

I told Ray and he reluctantly agreed that we needed to do this. This is where a little bit of reality works into my dream. Ray is intensely loyal to family and would sacrifice anything for family. He definitely believes that we "take care of our own". He also is sometimes a little slower, but not by much, slower to jump in headfirst into BIG circumstances. I think I have a BIG God and I can adapt and make do so to hell with how things look, lets go for it! Anyway we brought Jeffrey home. On the ride home I remember thinking how this was going to change our lives probably in ways we could never imagine, having a son that would never grow up and move away.

Our house is small we already have three kids that live in two bedrooms. We have one extra bedroom that has been converted into an office for Ray and truthfully a huge laundry basket for me. In my dream we moved all of the stuff out of that small room and made it a haven for Jeffrey. We put in a loft and a couch, making it as cozy and private as we could for our special son that wasn't used to living with other people in such close proximity. Jeffrey seemed a bit bewildered by his change of surroundings but for the most part Jeffrey had always just smiled and Jeffrey continued to just smile. He would disappear for hours into his room to be by himself but when he came out again he would smile. Our family LOVED Jeffrey. Gabe LOVED Jeffrey. Jeffrey didn't want to borrow his wii games, Jeffrey didn't mess with his room, but Jeffrey was always there to be with you. Emma for the most part would ignore Jeffrey but if you asked her she would say she loved him and was glad he was around. She like the idea of having a sweet older brother but like Ray she was more cautious and it was going to take her a while to figure out exactly how she felt about Jeffrey. Julia was passionate about Jeffrey. She wanted him to play dolls with her and Jeffrey would sit still and let her paint his nails. Jeffrey didn't mind if she called him Crystal or Jewel and he was always good for a snuggle.

I felt so torn. I was so crushed and disappointed that members of our family could have abandon Jeffrey. I didn't understand how for 16 years someone could have known about him and not taken him in. I felt like there had to be something missing that I didn't understand because this was so out of character for the people I knew. On the other hand I felt like a piece of the puzzle that had always been missing in our family was finally here. Jeffrey was always meant for our family and he had finally showed up. I knew it was going to be hard to have a son that didn't talk and was so simple and would never grow up.

Then I woke up.

The bedroom at the end of our hall feels empty. I still feel hurt that Jeffrey was abondon but even more so I am sad so so sad that there is no Jeffrey. He feels so real. I can see his slight body, brown hair and shy simple smile. Today is grey and rainy but it feels so much more so because reality has come crashing in and Jeffrey isn't here not talking but just being and the five us in my family are so less of who we could be because we don't have life with Jeffrey to change and grow us.

Monday, March 31, 2008

4 Going on 24


Yesterday, Julia, who just turned four asked from her carseat in the back of the van, "Mom, now that I'm four can I call you Lara?"

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Baby Pictures


Coffeegal over at La Vida Dulce posted baby pictures and asked us to post ones of us. I am posting a picture of me (on the left) and my now almost 4 year old on the right...spooky huh?

ADHD and Reading


Gabe my ten year old has been diagnosised with ADHD and some other comorbid conditions. ADHD is often misunderstood and can vary from child to child so I'll try and describe some of his symptoms. 1. Impulsivity - this often gets called hyperactivity in some children but in Gabe is rarely comes out as hyperactivity. Usually is displays itself as not thinking through consequences before he says or does something. This also means he can't, with positive and negative results, follow down trails of possibilities. For example when he's sick...he can't imagine being well, when he's disappointed he can't project into the future alternatives that might be fun. This makes delayed gratification especially difficult and sticking to difficult and boring tasks extreemly hard. However, when he is interested in something he will hyperfocus and hours can go by without him looking up. Thankfully he LOVES to read and has voraciously consumed bookcases full of books, this may also be genetic as I do the exact same thing! But for those out there who are looking for books that might interest young boys I thought I would occassionaly list the books he's reading and likes. He is also working on getting AR (accelerated reader) points at school so most of these are AR books as well.
1. Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson 451 pages that Gabe read in three days over spring break...he reads at night to calm his mind down enough to be able to go to sleep...or not when the book is good :) AR Quiz # 83056 Grade Level: 5.2 AR Points: 13.2 Word Count: 83,150.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Real Simple Real Stupid

Okay normally I LOVE the emails and magazine from Real Simple but today I guess they hit a nerve and believe me they were already all exposed and out there just askin to be banged into! In their Save Money All Year Long Column they suggested 1. Don't buy gas on the weekends, buy gas on Tuesday which historically has the lost price of the week. Let me ask all you mom's out there... (all three of you that occassionally read my blog)...Can you really fill up your car on Tuesday and not fill it up on the weekend? How many of you can make it on one tank of gas for a week? Guess I'll start having to bring a bunch of little red gas cans with me when I go to the station on Tuesdays! Peedaddle! (my favorite new swear word from the Mitford books) Their next suggestion was based on the presumption that the average weekly grocery bill is $80.00/week...I live in Texas which is supposed to have one of the lowest costs of living in the US next to Missouri and all I have to say to the $80.00/week is what third world country did they survey? I almost never get out of Walmart under $100.00 and if I go to Sams or Costco forget it $100.00 isn't even close! Now I guess the average family has 1.2 kids and we are 2.8 kids over the average so maybe that is where we blow the curve but BLAST (my other new Mitfordian swear word) this article was more discouraging than helpful!

OH and on a totally ADD tanget...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 1.0 of my 3.0 curve blowers!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Reading

I haven't been doing much lately as we've had to rounds of the stomach flu and one round of strep throat since Christmas. But I have found time to start rereading the Mitford Series by Jan Karon. I am currently on book 5 "A New Song". These are books that I will reread many times. It's almost enough to make me become Episcopalian! That and the pictures on the Posie Gets Cosy blog have been just about the only things that have gotten me off my tired butt to clean house and do laundry this month, they make me feel positively crafty...something with three kids who are managing to stay sicker than dogs this past month it absolutely impossible...I'll have to just be satisfied with cleaning the bathroom and trying a new airfreshner :)

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

YouTube and Dying

I'm in mourning today because one of my favorite movies stars is dead. I loved Heath Ledger in a lot of his movies although I readily admit I never saw the ol' Brokeback movie..that would have ruined entirely too many day dreams...just kidding. Actually one of my favorite scenes with him was his dance in A Knights Tale which thanks to Youtube we can watch over and over...so in a sense for those of us who only knew Heath in a superficial way he's not really dead.
On a similar note this isn't the first celebrity death that has surprised me this month. Yesterday I googled Madeline L'Engle to get a complete listing of her books to check against my collection and I was shocked to see she died this past September! How did I not know that? What the heck? I read the news highlights in Yahoo everyday, the headlines in the magazine rack at the grocery store at least twice a week! How did I not know one of my favorite authors died! I'm in denial! If anyone hears that JRR Tolkien or CS Lewis dies I don't want to know...Just kidding I know they are already gone-almost all my favorite authors are...I guess there in lies the problem. I usually only read old books and yahoo headlines...must be leaving a gap somewhere

Friday, January 11, 2008

Deep Earth Shattering Important

I've decided to go organic! And to that end we are going to have a garden and a compost. To begin this lofty goal, I need to start composting now so that I can have the soil ready by spring for planting. I'm happy to say that my compost is already up and running, it is just in sort of an unusual place....the floorboard of my Honda Odyssey! I swear there are enough spilled drinks, frys, chicken nuggets etc. to generate enough breaking down bio fuel that they are going to soon be drilling for coal in my own car and I am positive I have the drilling/mineral rights on my Honda! Now in other time halting delimmas I swore I wouldn't be sucked in to watching or caring about the whole Brittney Drama but I do have one question...WHAT DOES HER REAL HAIR LOOK LIKE? I have seen pics of her with the pink hair which I am pretty confident isn't her real hair and then I've seen pictures of her with long brown hair with a hair line that defies wigdom but I don't think even celebraties can grow hair that long in that short of time....Okay all you deep thinking, celebrete knowing readers out there weigh in and tell me what's up! I've stopped cleaning my house to post this so ya know it is important!

Wednesday, January 02, 2008

This takes the cake

 

Today I read on Martha Stewart.com that she suggests that everyone make a New Year's Resolution to make one cake a month. Today I had some apples that were going to go bad if they weren't used, so I used them...and made an german Apple Kuchen! I didn't have sugar so I used brown sugar and I can tell you it looks better than it tasted...oh well.
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Starting Out


Well it is 2008 and everyone including my friend June over at Buy Buy Pie and Meh at Biding My Time are starting the year off with goals to be healthy. I'm not even waiting a month to fall off the popular band wagon, I'm swan diving off on day one with the years worst head cold. You know the kind where you swallow and your whole head feels like it is contorting in to the bitter beer face!

Tuesday, January 01, 2008