Who writes this stuff?
- I am happily married to an amazing military man who spent 9 years enlisted and is now an Officer in the US Army. We have two amazing boys who are not so little any more! They still infuse every moment of every day with creativity and energy, and make my life an adventure. I was educated at home, and am now teaching our children - second generation homeschoolers! I try every day to become more like Jesus Christ, and to love like HE does. If you want you can try and catch me at email@example.com
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I have had the baby bug all week. Several friends of mine are in the middle of breastfeeding. It sometimes feels like "I should be". I know that I can't say that. Nothing is absolute, and my baby was always "supposed" to be in heaven, but it feels like I should be breastfeeding too.
I want this one. I'm not saying I heard God's voice saying "This is the one for you." I'm just saying that she reached out her tiny little hand and touched me. Her name is Gifty. She has no parents. She needs someone to love her. She needs a permanent home. She needs someone with good medical insurance because she needs a liver transplant. The part that breaks my heart is that in order for her to live, some other baby has to die. That is just cruel. I want her to live. That doesn't mean I want some other baby to die. How do you make that balance? How do you make that work in your deepest parts? I think my heart just broke.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Canaan and Zion have had a new favorite food lately. Ever time they ask for one, I think to myself, "I should take a picture of that". Today when they asked (for their Sat. morning breakfast, and yes, that is popcorn in the background too... what can I say, it was 9:30 on a Sat.) I actually remembered to take the picture. Can you tell what it is? We call them "deep south popsicles".
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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Friday, September 19, 2008
This is a classic Andy pose. He was pretty stressed out all evening, with all the "big brass" around. By the time we got home, he was very ready to just chill out and be silly. Plus, he was in a very good mood because.....
he won the Distinguished Graduate Award!!! There were 5 awards in all, out of 32 people. His was based on "objective testing, performance appraisals, demonstrated leadership and followership" (whatever that means?). His wasn't the highest award you could get, but it means he was in the top 10 percent of his class. (top 10% of 32 people is top 3, right?) That is pretty dog-gone cool if you ask me, considering he was also taking two college classes, raising two boys, and putting up with a migraine crazed diabetic wife all at the same time!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I was talking to a friend of mine's little girl the other day. I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she replied, 'I want to be President!' Both of her parents are liberal Democrats and were standing there. So then I asked her, 'If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?'
She replied, 'I'd give houses to all the homeless people.'
'Wow - what a worthy goal.' I told her, 'You don't have to wait until you're President to do that. You can come over to my house and mow, pull weeds, and sweep my yard, and I'll pay you $50. Then I'll take you over to the grocery store where this homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward a new house.'
Since she is only 6, she thought that over for a few seconds. While her Mom glared at me, she looked me straight in the eye and asked, 'Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?'
And I said, 'Welcome to the Republican Party.'
Her folks still aren't talking to me.