Well, it's officially here. We have about 1/2 inch of snow on the ground this morning and it is still snowing. The winds are so fierce, around 45 mph, that it technically is not 'falling' but flying sideways. And yesterday, well, yesterday was not a really great day for yours truly. First of all, the awning got totally ripped to shreds on our RV because of the high winds. The trees we planted 10 years ago were flirting with the power lines, which, even though it caused a really cool electrical light display, the power company didn't think that was too cool at all. Especially since it was messing with keeping the electricity on in the area, which isn't good when your heat source is electric and it's 30 degrees! So at 9 o'clock last night, they came knocking. They attempted to cut down the tops of the trees, but in the dark and wind, they actually cut them about in half. It's pretty ugly looking I must say. And rats, no more cool fireworks.
But it was kind of fun to light the candles and listen to some cool music while the electricity was out. Cheap fun, eh?
Did I mention it was not a really great day for me yesterday? I was given a check by my husband for the taxes, which I promptly stuck in the front pouch of my purse. As soon as I went outside, the wind captured it and who knows, it's probably in the next county by now. If anyone in Minnesota finds it, let me know. Then, as I tried like Dorothy against the on-coming tornado to search for the fleeing paper, I was nearly knocked out of breath by the 70 mph winds. Try walking upright in that! I manage to get into the truck, proceed to back up and then smacked right into the mailbox - yes, ripped it completely off the 4x4 post. I literally cried. Hey, do you think I could blame it on the high winds? Or maybe it was the big power company trucks? How about a really strong cat? I did see a really angry skunk out last night . . .
Hey, it was just a thought. Rats.
Not to mention I'm so loosing in Fantasy Football, it's pathetic.
I'm due for a bit of good luck, wouldn't you say? If you believe in that sort of thing, which I don't, but it sounds good right about now!
Okay - here's to a better day today - I'm hoping. :)
Stay warm and watch out when you back out of the driveway!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Swim like a fish - or a salamander . . .
First swim meet of the winter and the boys were incredible! Judah made state time in the 50 back by 2 seconds and crushing his old time! He's close in a couple other races as well, so he should have a good season. Since Ez had a birthday, he's now in a higher age bracket and the times are quicker. Even so, he got within one tenth of a second in the 50 free and he shaved time in a couple other races too. So, yeah for them!
Well, it's official. The nice weather is over. Should have stayed outdoors the whole day on Friday just to soak up the sun. We won't be seeing it now, till, well, probably May. Or June. If then. Not that I'm cynical or anything. :) The rain has come and we may even see snow on Wednesday. Yuck. I know, it's October and I should be expecting it, but to tell the truth, I'm never really ready for it. California here I come!! I wish.
I was thinking this cold weather would slow down the influx of salamanders into our basement. Oh, just go with me here. We have a house that's over 100 years old, the basement is not remotely finished, we have 2 sump pumps just to get rid of the water that rises up like lava, and so, along with it comes the critters. It's something I just choose to ignore. Most of the time.
I told him, just get rid of them! He says, they'll just come back. I said, Not if they're dead!!!
Come on, don't they hibernate or something? Migrate to say, Oklahoma for the winter? It's not like there's any food to eat or dirt for them to burrow in down there. The floor is concrete. I spose they just sneak in through the sump hole and can't find their way back out. And they creak. Yes. Creak. Or chirp, like a cricket, only in a lower tone, more sinister sounding that lasts for several seconds. It's downright creepy.
So that's why I never - ever - EVER go down there. Seriously. Are you kidding me? NO WAY.
I say, that's what boys are for. Right? You know, to take care of all that - stuff. Mice, snakes, stopped up toilets, taking out the garbage, tripped electrical breakers and - well - salamanders in your basement. Yes, the male species is good for something. (Just kidding. I do Thank God for them every day. Really. Even when they do leave the toilet seat up and their dirty clothes on the floor. In exchange for the rest of that mentioned above - I'd say we're even.)
So today, on a Hebrew holiday, I'm serving Mexican casserole. ? Oh, why not? Maybe tomorrow I'll make falafels or something. Well, India will. That - besides all goodies baked and sweet - is her specialty. Anyway, what else can you do when it's 40 degrees and raining? Watch highlights of football and reruns of PSYCH on your laptop. Or do laundry. Or clean. Or pay bills. Or re-arrange the closet. Or eat.
Yeah - I think I'll go with the eating.
Shalom and have a Buenos Fiesta!
Well, it's official. The nice weather is over. Should have stayed outdoors the whole day on Friday just to soak up the sun. We won't be seeing it now, till, well, probably May. Or June. If then. Not that I'm cynical or anything. :) The rain has come and we may even see snow on Wednesday. Yuck. I know, it's October and I should be expecting it, but to tell the truth, I'm never really ready for it. California here I come!! I wish.
I was thinking this cold weather would slow down the influx of salamanders into our basement. Oh, just go with me here. We have a house that's over 100 years old, the basement is not remotely finished, we have 2 sump pumps just to get rid of the water that rises up like lava, and so, along with it comes the critters. It's something I just choose to ignore. Most of the time.
I told him, just get rid of them! He says, they'll just come back. I said, Not if they're dead!!!
Come on, don't they hibernate or something? Migrate to say, Oklahoma for the winter? It's not like there's any food to eat or dirt for them to burrow in down there. The floor is concrete. I spose they just sneak in through the sump hole and can't find their way back out. And they creak. Yes. Creak. Or chirp, like a cricket, only in a lower tone, more sinister sounding that lasts for several seconds. It's downright creepy.
So that's why I never - ever - EVER go down there. Seriously. Are you kidding me? NO WAY.
I say, that's what boys are for. Right? You know, to take care of all that - stuff. Mice, snakes, stopped up toilets, taking out the garbage, tripped electrical breakers and - well - salamanders in your basement. Yes, the male species is good for something. (Just kidding. I do Thank God for them every day. Really. Even when they do leave the toilet seat up and their dirty clothes on the floor. In exchange for the rest of that mentioned above - I'd say we're even.)
So today, on a Hebrew holiday, I'm serving Mexican casserole. ? Oh, why not? Maybe tomorrow I'll make falafels or something. Well, India will. That - besides all goodies baked and sweet - is her specialty. Anyway, what else can you do when it's 40 degrees and raining? Watch highlights of football and reruns of PSYCH on your laptop. Or do laundry. Or clean. Or pay bills. Or re-arrange the closet. Or eat.
Yeah - I think I'll go with the eating.
Shalom and have a Buenos Fiesta!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Smell a memory . . .
Okay, so I'm making Thai food today and I open the gallon jug of coconut oil (yes, gallon. My husband got a really great deal - just ask him) and an overwhelming memory surged into my brain. The smell of the coconut took me back to Sandy Beach and The Steps. Two beaches near the river we frequented during high school. We'd lather on the Hawaiian Tropic, hoping it would give us a quicker and deeper tan. I don't think it did anything but exhaust our savings, but we sure smelled good!
Have you ever been some where and smelled something and an image pops into your head? I just visited my aunt this weekend and she gave me some old letters my sister sent her, and when I got home, I took them out of the folder and the odor was all Aunt Betty. I suddenly saw her bee-hive hair do with the two curls on the sides and every single perfectly-decorated room in her house. And the other day, I was just walking in a store and I walked passed a couple women, and I don't know, maybe it was their perfume, but instantly I was back in my grandma's house in the Black Hills of South Dakota. I had to smile, because I could just see her narrow hallway with the nic nacks on the walls, her beautiful flower garden, her happy face and the songs of Mary Poppins. And I must admit, I'm always on the look out for Old Spice cologne. Maybe the picture of my dad and his shaving kit in mom's lavender bathroom will come to mind. Or - maybe something else. I always think of the broken gingerbread cookies he brought home from the bakery when ever I smell cinnamon, sugar and ginger. I love that.
Funny how a certain smell stays with you and how it can conjure up memories just like that. I wonder what particular smells my children will recall when they grow old? Mold? Burnt pasta? Smoke from the time I left a dish towel on the stove - when the burner was still on?? !
Okay, some smells are better than others. Just like some memories . . .
Have you ever been some where and smelled something and an image pops into your head? I just visited my aunt this weekend and she gave me some old letters my sister sent her, and when I got home, I took them out of the folder and the odor was all Aunt Betty. I suddenly saw her bee-hive hair do with the two curls on the sides and every single perfectly-decorated room in her house. And the other day, I was just walking in a store and I walked passed a couple women, and I don't know, maybe it was their perfume, but instantly I was back in my grandma's house in the Black Hills of South Dakota. I had to smile, because I could just see her narrow hallway with the nic nacks on the walls, her beautiful flower garden, her happy face and the songs of Mary Poppins. And I must admit, I'm always on the look out for Old Spice cologne. Maybe the picture of my dad and his shaving kit in mom's lavender bathroom will come to mind. Or - maybe something else. I always think of the broken gingerbread cookies he brought home from the bakery when ever I smell cinnamon, sugar and ginger. I love that.
Funny how a certain smell stays with you and how it can conjure up memories just like that. I wonder what particular smells my children will recall when they grow old? Mold? Burnt pasta? Smoke from the time I left a dish towel on the stove - when the burner was still on?? !
Okay, some smells are better than others. Just like some memories . . .
Friday, October 15, 2010
Talk about a pain in the neck . . .
OUCH! We're a bunch of a muscle-aching ones in this house. First it's Gary's back and hips, then it's India's back and hips and neck and then it's my neck. Gary blames his injury on lifting too much weight during football in college. India blames hers on a sledding accident a few years ago. I blame mine on three rowdie boys. :) I can do that, can't I??
For India -well - have you ever seen the ski jumpers fly off the ramps in the Olympics? Well, picture that only with a 14 year old girl, on a sled, in the woods of Idaho, and no judges. Air born and a butt to back landing. We gave it a 9. But seriously, it was bad. And since then, she's had constant back pain. She's been a trouper, but for some reason, lately, it's been worse. Maybe teaching 15 dance classes might have something to do with it??? She went to a new chiropractor who twisted her into a pretzel and snapped her back like a twig.
How does it feel, we ask? Different, says she. Yeah, but, like, better or worse, we ask? Different, she repeats. Is it different good or different bad, we prod? Well, if it's different, it's good, but it's just - well - different, she so thoroughly explains.
Ok then. Scary thing is, we ask Gary the same questions after his bone-cracking visits and we get the exact same answers. It's a conspiracy.
Tomorrow is opening day of pheasant season. Dig out your orange beanies and be prepared to duck! What a fashion statement that is. We are right next to the pheasant capital of the world, you know. The entire state will be bombarded with four-wheel drive pick ups, filled with visitors donning their brand new army issued camouflage jackets, pants and, yes even boots, and hordes of shotguns in the windows.
Um, looks like it's a good day to go visit the relatives . . .
We're waking up to 33 degrees daily. The cold is coming, my friend and I for one, am NOT looking forward to it. I'm checking out flights to California or Costa Rica - return date of, oh, say - May. Ok. Not really, but
it's hard to think of those Golden Staters driving around in their convertibles with sandals and sun glasses. Don't be shocked if say, around, December or January and I'm blogging pool side under a palm tree sipping a cool drink out of a coconut with a little umbrella from some exotic location. I've threatened this for years, but my mid life crisis is kicking in and so I'm just warning you. I really think the frequent flier mileage is itching to be used, don't you?
Have a great weekend, and don't forget to wear your neon orange!
jill and all
For India -well - have you ever seen the ski jumpers fly off the ramps in the Olympics? Well, picture that only with a 14 year old girl, on a sled, in the woods of Idaho, and no judges. Air born and a butt to back landing. We gave it a 9. But seriously, it was bad. And since then, she's had constant back pain. She's been a trouper, but for some reason, lately, it's been worse. Maybe teaching 15 dance classes might have something to do with it??? She went to a new chiropractor who twisted her into a pretzel and snapped her back like a twig.
How does it feel, we ask? Different, says she. Yeah, but, like, better or worse, we ask? Different, she repeats. Is it different good or different bad, we prod? Well, if it's different, it's good, but it's just - well - different, she so thoroughly explains.
Ok then. Scary thing is, we ask Gary the same questions after his bone-cracking visits and we get the exact same answers. It's a conspiracy.
Tomorrow is opening day of pheasant season. Dig out your orange beanies and be prepared to duck! What a fashion statement that is. We are right next to the pheasant capital of the world, you know. The entire state will be bombarded with four-wheel drive pick ups, filled with visitors donning their brand new army issued camouflage jackets, pants and, yes even boots, and hordes of shotguns in the windows.
Um, looks like it's a good day to go visit the relatives . . .
We're waking up to 33 degrees daily. The cold is coming, my friend and I for one, am NOT looking forward to it. I'm checking out flights to California or Costa Rica - return date of, oh, say - May. Ok. Not really, but
it's hard to think of those Golden Staters driving around in their convertibles with sandals and sun glasses. Don't be shocked if say, around, December or January and I'm blogging pool side under a palm tree sipping a cool drink out of a coconut with a little umbrella from some exotic location. I've threatened this for years, but my mid life crisis is kicking in and so I'm just warning you. I really think the frequent flier mileage is itching to be used, don't you?
Have a great weekend, and don't forget to wear your neon orange!
jill and all
Friday, October 8, 2010
Maybe Al Gore was right . . .
Okay, so even though last winter was the coldest ever recorded in South Dakota, we are now enjoying unseasonably warm weather this fall. I mean, it's going to be in the 80's today! In October! In South Dakota! Unheard of. Now, we don't have any Polar Bears floating on ice sheets (although, a couple people did spy a mountain lion on the other side of town yesterday - and how that is relevant I do not know - it's just - interesting), but, it should be freezing every night at this time. So, okay Al. You are right. For this week anyway.
And now for another cooking segment - but - don't try this at home kids. I just experienced the attack of the killer mashed potatoes. ??? you ask. First of all, what grows best in northern South Dakota? Potatoes, squash, onions and tomatoes. Just like Russia. Oh, those Russian/Germans, they sure know a good meal when they see one. My husband had potatoes every single day of his life growing up. As did the rest of us. Cheap and easy and versatile. And that's what we live on from September - to - well - the next September. So, I made squash and mashed potatoes with gravy the other day, and as I was setting the kettle down on the counter to begin to mash them, one big blob jumped out of the pot and onto my arm. Searing it well. Yeah, ouch is right. Who knew mashed potatoes needed to come with a warning label?
Beware. Potentially hazardous contents. Mashed potatoes are - hot - and may cause skin damage. Keep away from eyes, face, exposed skin, pets and small children.
I see a law suit coming for sure.
I'm going with something easy today. Left over pasta, with a bit of tofu and a few fresh tomatoes thrown in.
Topped with a dabble of Veganaise and there you go - a nice little - safe - lunch. And one that won't require a trip to the emergency room. Well, it's not quite as safe as cereal, but come on. Besides, it's either that or fried onions. (please . . .)
Have a great weekend -
jill and all
And now for another cooking segment - but - don't try this at home kids. I just experienced the attack of the killer mashed potatoes. ??? you ask. First of all, what grows best in northern South Dakota? Potatoes, squash, onions and tomatoes. Just like Russia. Oh, those Russian/Germans, they sure know a good meal when they see one. My husband had potatoes every single day of his life growing up. As did the rest of us. Cheap and easy and versatile. And that's what we live on from September - to - well - the next September. So, I made squash and mashed potatoes with gravy the other day, and as I was setting the kettle down on the counter to begin to mash them, one big blob jumped out of the pot and onto my arm. Searing it well. Yeah, ouch is right. Who knew mashed potatoes needed to come with a warning label?
Beware. Potentially hazardous contents. Mashed potatoes are - hot - and may cause skin damage. Keep away from eyes, face, exposed skin, pets and small children.
I see a law suit coming for sure.
I'm going with something easy today. Left over pasta, with a bit of tofu and a few fresh tomatoes thrown in.
Topped with a dabble of Veganaise and there you go - a nice little - safe - lunch. And one that won't require a trip to the emergency room. Well, it's not quite as safe as cereal, but come on. Besides, it's either that or fried onions. (please . . .)
Have a great weekend -
jill and all
Thursday, October 7, 2010
E=MC squared . . .
So, today must be the bragging up boys day. Yesterday I took Ez to a Mathcounts competition and he got FIRST PLACE!! Out of about 75 entrants. I was so proud of him. He also would have placed either first in the team category, but since he is a one-man team (entering as an individual homeschooler), his scores did not count for the team event. The rules state you must have 4 people to make up a team. But they let him take the test anyway, just for fun. Oh well. No matter. He did so well and I couldn't be happier! Wahooo Ez!
Have you ever had sweet potatoe fries? Or baked potatoe fries? Well, here's what you do: Peel and slice the sweet potatoes, and top with a smattering of oil and a bit of salt and mix. Then, place them on a baking dish. They do not have to be neatly arranged in the pan, just throw them in. Bake at 375 for at least an hour and a half. You want them really done. And if you want them even more crispy, turn it to 400 and bake a bit longer. I kind of like them mushy myself. Eat as is. If you love sweet potatoes, you'll really love these, and if you think you hate them, you may find you like these, just cause they are so different.
The regular potatoes you wash, slice into wedges, top with oil, salt, maybe a bit of onion and garlic pwd and paprika and even a dash of cayenne, if you're feeling daring. Bake at 375 for an hour or so, testing to see if they are done in the middle. Serve with goop.
What is 'goop' you ask? Well, it's mayo, ketchup and mustard, but the ratio is crucial. Mostly mayo, a bit of ketchup and little bit less of mustard. It's not an exact science, but too much of one and it can be horrible. We use a vegan mayo, but I grew up using Miracle Whip. I can't imagine regular mayo, but then, I'm just used to what I'm used to. Use what you like.
Anyway, try it and let me know what you think. It has a BILLION times less fat and is so much healthier for you than french fries or potatoe chips. So, ENJOY!!
Well, that's my Rachel Ray entry for the day. :)
And just to let you know, I put the 'e' on the end of potatoe for all the Dan Quayle fans out there!
Later.
jill and all
Have you ever had sweet potatoe fries? Or baked potatoe fries? Well, here's what you do: Peel and slice the sweet potatoes, and top with a smattering of oil and a bit of salt and mix. Then, place them on a baking dish. They do not have to be neatly arranged in the pan, just throw them in. Bake at 375 for at least an hour and a half. You want them really done. And if you want them even more crispy, turn it to 400 and bake a bit longer. I kind of like them mushy myself. Eat as is. If you love sweet potatoes, you'll really love these, and if you think you hate them, you may find you like these, just cause they are so different.
The regular potatoes you wash, slice into wedges, top with oil, salt, maybe a bit of onion and garlic pwd and paprika and even a dash of cayenne, if you're feeling daring. Bake at 375 for an hour or so, testing to see if they are done in the middle. Serve with goop.
What is 'goop' you ask? Well, it's mayo, ketchup and mustard, but the ratio is crucial. Mostly mayo, a bit of ketchup and little bit less of mustard. It's not an exact science, but too much of one and it can be horrible. We use a vegan mayo, but I grew up using Miracle Whip. I can't imagine regular mayo, but then, I'm just used to what I'm used to. Use what you like.
Anyway, try it and let me know what you think. It has a BILLION times less fat and is so much healthier for you than french fries or potatoe chips. So, ENJOY!!
Well, that's my Rachel Ray entry for the day. :)
And just to let you know, I put the 'e' on the end of potatoe for all the Dan Quayle fans out there!
Later.
jill and all
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Another teenager in the house . . .
Well, my number 2 son just turned 13. AAAHHH! No, actually, that's a good thing. He's healthy, energetic and fun. He's got a infectious smile, he lives life to the fullest - just wanting to DO everything, and can not stand to be idle. Sometimes I wish he would just calm down, but then he wouldn't be who God made him to be. He had his favorite meal of tacos and his sister made him this carob layer cake with this creamy frosting that was scrumptious. Waaaayyyy too fattening, and sweet, but what the heck. A guy only turns 13 once - right? 13! I can hardly believe it. For crying out loud. What happened to the years?
So, in an attempt to work off all that fat and sugar from the cake, I went to my first ever Zumba party! Zumba - it's kind of Latin - Salsa - Hip Hopish - Jazzy dancing. The newest workout craze. And the place was packed - all three gyms in the Y. Lights, balloons, food, drink, door prizes . . . It was crazy. And what was even crazier - the ages of the people. All the way from 6 to 60 plus. Cool. And while it was a sustained work out and sometimes quite slow, it was fun. And even though I'm not sure my body was actually designed to move that way, I'd go again I think. Just for something different.
The last couple weeks it has been soooo windy. Too windy to be up on a two story very steep roof shingling. We've decided to call in the reserves and bid the job out. The mom in me is happy. Noah walks around like a cat up there. No fear. Ez is a bit more cautious, and Judah, well, I just won't allow that. They are going to replace the sidewalk next. Much safer - that.
Well, on a much somber note, I ran into an old friend yesterday and come to find out - she has Marfans. Now, it's not a well know syndrome, but it affects the heart and is potentially deadly. I know, because my sister just died from it last February. She was young - too young - and had gone through 3 heart surgeries and one brain surgery. And the very weird thing is - both my sister and my friend have the same name. My friend is a wonderful woman and I feel so bad for her. I do know, that there are many people living long and well with Marfans, and I pray that will be so for my friend as well. She looks good and is in good spirits, trusting in God to see her through. And well, that's more than enough.
And on another melancholy note - my friends in Israel paint such a different picture of life there than what is portrayed in the media. They know, not only because they live there and experience it (ie: fleeing to a bomb shelter while grocery shopping), but because their oldest son is in the IDF Israeli Defense Force and tells the tales as he travels on patrol. The entire country is being bombed and attacked on a regular basis and as soon as they finally can't take the killing any more and decide to fight back, the world criticizes them. Ms. Hillary is being wined and dined while 'Rome burns' essentially. (mmm - kind of like another modern leader we all know) Peace talks. What a joke. The other side does not want peace, they want land. All of the land. And they will not ever be satisfied until they get it. Meanwhile, they keep attacking, people keep dying and Israel keeps turning the other cheek. Woe unto US if we turn our backs and our support. I pray for my friends and all the Israelis, for their safety and their courage and faith. And I hope you'll do the same.
Okay! Enough with that. Whew. I do hope you are having a great week. Count your many blessings. We still live in the greatest country on earth and we enjoy freedoms and safety no other has. Be grateful and thank God for his sustained mercy. Hug your kids, kiss your spouse and praise God for the many gifts we live with each day. It can be a good day, if we choose to see it so. :)
jill and all
So, in an attempt to work off all that fat and sugar from the cake, I went to my first ever Zumba party! Zumba - it's kind of Latin - Salsa - Hip Hopish - Jazzy dancing. The newest workout craze. And the place was packed - all three gyms in the Y. Lights, balloons, food, drink, door prizes . . . It was crazy. And what was even crazier - the ages of the people. All the way from 6 to 60 plus. Cool. And while it was a sustained work out and sometimes quite slow, it was fun. And even though I'm not sure my body was actually designed to move that way, I'd go again I think. Just for something different.
The last couple weeks it has been soooo windy. Too windy to be up on a two story very steep roof shingling. We've decided to call in the reserves and bid the job out. The mom in me is happy. Noah walks around like a cat up there. No fear. Ez is a bit more cautious, and Judah, well, I just won't allow that. They are going to replace the sidewalk next. Much safer - that.
Well, on a much somber note, I ran into an old friend yesterday and come to find out - she has Marfans. Now, it's not a well know syndrome, but it affects the heart and is potentially deadly. I know, because my sister just died from it last February. She was young - too young - and had gone through 3 heart surgeries and one brain surgery. And the very weird thing is - both my sister and my friend have the same name. My friend is a wonderful woman and I feel so bad for her. I do know, that there are many people living long and well with Marfans, and I pray that will be so for my friend as well. She looks good and is in good spirits, trusting in God to see her through. And well, that's more than enough.
And on another melancholy note - my friends in Israel paint such a different picture of life there than what is portrayed in the media. They know, not only because they live there and experience it (ie: fleeing to a bomb shelter while grocery shopping), but because their oldest son is in the IDF Israeli Defense Force and tells the tales as he travels on patrol. The entire country is being bombed and attacked on a regular basis and as soon as they finally can't take the killing any more and decide to fight back, the world criticizes them. Ms. Hillary is being wined and dined while 'Rome burns' essentially. (mmm - kind of like another modern leader we all know) Peace talks. What a joke. The other side does not want peace, they want land. All of the land. And they will not ever be satisfied until they get it. Meanwhile, they keep attacking, people keep dying and Israel keeps turning the other cheek. Woe unto US if we turn our backs and our support. I pray for my friends and all the Israelis, for their safety and their courage and faith. And I hope you'll do the same.
Okay! Enough with that. Whew. I do hope you are having a great week. Count your many blessings. We still live in the greatest country on earth and we enjoy freedoms and safety no other has. Be grateful and thank God for his sustained mercy. Hug your kids, kiss your spouse and praise God for the many gifts we live with each day. It can be a good day, if we choose to see it so. :)
jill and all
Friday, October 1, 2010
Bragging rights . . .
http://aberdeennews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100930/OUTANDABOUT/9300302
Okay, I have to show this, cause - well - it's my daughter and I'm a wee bit proud of her! You rock - Miss India!!
October 1st! Can you believe it? I got out my journal this morning, and noticed I completely skipped the reading and the entry for Sept 30. I said, "What happened to yesterday?" (That's a song right there) But, it's strange. It's like a missed an entire day. Maybe I'm just getting old . . .
India brought home a huge (I mean - huge) bouquet of flowers for me the other day. No occasion - just cause. She's so like that. Bright yellow somethings with dark red roses and other red somethings. See, I'm not a flower person - love them - I do love them, but I just can't tell you the names of them. But - hey - I got the roses right! :)
Is it daughter-boasting day?
Did you catch the guy who called in to Glenn Beck yesterday? We don't have TV, but I got an email about it. His name is Walter and it's a story about his daughter and a run-in with the public school. Really great. Go read it - even if you're not a Glenn Beck fan - this guy's story is worth reading.
It must be daughter-boasting day. Anyone have a daughter they are proud of - let me know. We'll have son-boasting day another time - you know - just to keep it fair. :)
Later -
jill and all
Okay, I have to show this, cause - well - it's my daughter and I'm a wee bit proud of her! You rock - Miss India!!
October 1st! Can you believe it? I got out my journal this morning, and noticed I completely skipped the reading and the entry for Sept 30. I said, "What happened to yesterday?" (That's a song right there) But, it's strange. It's like a missed an entire day. Maybe I'm just getting old . . .
India brought home a huge (I mean - huge) bouquet of flowers for me the other day. No occasion - just cause. She's so like that. Bright yellow somethings with dark red roses and other red somethings. See, I'm not a flower person - love them - I do love them, but I just can't tell you the names of them. But - hey - I got the roses right! :)
Is it daughter-boasting day?
Did you catch the guy who called in to Glenn Beck yesterday? We don't have TV, but I got an email about it. His name is Walter and it's a story about his daughter and a run-in with the public school. Really great. Go read it - even if you're not a Glenn Beck fan - this guy's story is worth reading.
It must be daughter-boasting day. Anyone have a daughter they are proud of - let me know. We'll have son-boasting day another time - you know - just to keep it fair. :)
Later -
jill and all
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