Wednesday, April 29, 2009
How *enchanting*! (that's a whole 'nother post).
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Our niece, Jenny and her little sweetie, Riley Reagan visited this past week. We have had the pleasure of helping Jenny and Riley celebrate her last two birthdays. Daddy Mike is serving our country in the military (he is in training here in the US), so he is away for loong periods of time.
Great-Grandma made an awesome cake, complete with a My Little Pony, Enchanted Forest and SPRINKLES!!
Riley chose to add an entire box of candles to her cake---and she's the Birthday Girl, so why not? lol She also enjoyed running her teeny fingers through the frosting and licking them clean (over and over). haha
Riley received a cute summer outfit and some wooden, animal-shaped lacing cards and of course, the My Little Pony. She had fun playing in the toy box, normally used by grandson, Caleb. As you can see in the photos, the firefighter hat was a favorite find. Good thing, too, with all the firepower on that cake!
Jenny is a great mom and is doing a fantastic job, under difficult circumstances. We are proud of her and Mike and we surely do love their babygirl!!
Happy 3rd Birthday, sweetie.
We love you all!!
Friday, April 24, 2009
She could freely admit that there was no plan; only the knee-jerk response to an impulse to make her thankfulness and gratitude be known to the soldier and his pregnant wife.
Who was more surprised by her outburst, she could not say, but she certainly had a most snuffley, snotty, sobby time trying to stop her tears.
She was long past caring about appearances, only missed opportunities.
But thus says the LORD:
“ Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away,
And the prey of the terrible be delivered;
For I will contend with him who contends with you,
And I will save your children.
As a woman with an ex-husband (sigh/grrrrrr/ROAR), this is a verse that has sustained me through many court battles, parenting battles, spiritual battles.
It reminds me that the Lord, Himself, cares for my children more than I do.
It reminds me that He, Himself, with take care of justice.
And it reminds me that God, Himself, will do what I am unable: save my children.
In my life, I have known despair. Who hasn't?
But I have known despair both with God and without Him.
There is no comparison.
I could never go back.
Thank you, Jesus.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
(original article can be found here)
By Daniel Cancel
March 6 (Bloomberg) -- Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez comments on U.S. President Barack Obama and the state of the U.S. economy. He made the remarks today on Venezuelan state television. (BTW, it took me a looong time to find any mention of these remarks on the web. Our media is run more and more like those of a pre-Regan Russia--gah).
“It’s regrettable the crisis that the U.S. is living through. Millions of workers are being left in the street, thousands of companies are closing, in the U.S. there isn’t a single new infrastructure project. Go look for a highway there, the country has gone bust.”
“Now President Obama arrived with some announcements, hopefully, but the capitalist model and its perverse values have failed.”
“I recommend to Obama -- they’re criticizing him because they say he’s moving towards socialism -- come Obama, ally with us on the path to socialism, it’s the only road.”
“Imagine a socialist revolution in the U.S. Nothing is impossible.”
To contact the reporter on this story: Daniel Cancel in Caracas at email@example.com.
Last Updated: March 6, 2009 14:33 EST
Yeah. This goes right into the 'Just What We Need' category. Some crazyloon dangerous dictator dude inviting us to come over to the dark side, to drink the Koolaid of socialism, to declare capitalism and "its perverse values" a failure.
"Come Obama, ally with us on the path to socialism, it’s the only road."
Are you KIDDING me!!!???
If you want a recent example of how the world watches what our President is doing and draws conclusions, this is it. That crazy loon dangerous dictator dude is assuming we are sympathetic to his country and its policies. (shrugs) Well, why wouldn't he assume that? Obama and Hugo looked pretty dang chummy last week, didn't they?
There also must be some serious celebrating in the streets of Cuba, since Obama and the Global Warming Tour's trend of complete acceptance of dictators, Saudi Kings and other of the world's badboys commenced several weeks ago.
Releasing our country's interrogation tactics. Releasing reports that place me, *ME*!!!; middle-aged, thick-waisted, bifocals-wearing, heartland-dwelling, empty-nest-fearing Mama, *ME*!!! on a watch list for possible terrorists. Bailouts. Corruption.
It all makes me crazy. I feel as though I go to bed at night, expecting, as I have for most of my 45+ years on this planet, that things will be relatively the same when I awaken the next morning. But, instead of finding a comforting Ground Hog's Day sort of repeat of the day before, each morning I find, to my dismay, a serious unraveling of the fabric of my country's fiber.
It's like the elected public servants (criminals) in DC (yes, all of them) work overtime in the night to undo 200 or more years of Constitution-referencing, Republic-respecting business-as-usual politics, replacing them with lunacy. Absolute lunacy.
But really, who am I to say? Perhaps, *I* am the crazyloon.
I am, as you now know, on the 'watch list'. (as my friend, Val says, "ptooey!!" on their watch list)
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Here's how it went down. Family dinner at Easter. Going to the Japanese place, vs. making a big dinner.
We all have our own bathrooms for getting ready (Husband, me and daughter). CollegeBoy was coming to the house. I exit my bedroom/bathroom and note that husband has a similar color scheme going on. Oh well. Doorbell rings. CollegeBoy is also wearing burgandy. Huh. Weird. He is not amused and begins fretting about being in public looking all matchy-matchy. Out busts dd from her room, where she immediately notices the absolute weirdness of all of us wearing the same randomly colored clothing. She is not amused, either.
By now, Husband and I are hooting and I am announcing that candid family photos are taking place on the couch, after Easter (Japanese) dinner. Howls of protests from those under age 21. hahahha Protestations regarding "going out dressed like this". More laughter form Mark and I.
Here are the candid couch photos, in all there collegeboy prank/momfuming glory. Guess he thinks he won. ugh
May he have a boy just like this of his very own someday. ha
Saturday, April 18, 2009
(please scroll down and turn off the music player, to be able to enjoy the video)
I want to post this. I don't want to post this.
I want to laugh. I don't want to laugh.
I want to extinguish the attention paid to this mom.
I think she needs to be closely watched.
While I internally wrestle with this issue, you can watch the clip and decide what *you* think.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
However, this nonsense, ladies and gentlemen, is all real, proving once again, the old adage, "Truth is stranger than fiction" or "You can't just make this stuff up".
----> please note sign on the right. heh heh cracks me up.
(the quotes are from a Fox News website article)
"Influential Los Angeles Times columnist Rosa Brooks has hung up her journalistic hat and joined the Obama administration, but not before penning a public proposal calling for some radical ideas to help bail out the failing news industry.
Brooks, who has taken up a post as an adviser at the Pentagon, advocated upping "direct government support for public media" and creating licenses to govern news operations.
"Years of foolish policies have left us with a choice: We can bail out journalism, using tax dollars and granting licenses in ways that encourage robust and independent reporting and commentary, or we can watch, wringing our hands, as more and more top journalists are laid off," she wrote in her parting column on April 9.
Brooks said this would help rescue the industry from a "death spiral" and left the government unaccountable to the journalists who must keep it honest. "[I] can't imagine anything more dangerous than a society in which the news industry has more or less collapsed," she wrote."
Oh, I can.
I can imagine *lots* of things more dangerous. (shudders)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Oh my gosh!! We could totally use this, if we need to.
All we'd have to do is, like, change the names and dates and it would be, like, perfect!!
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --
That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.
Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.
But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. --
Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Civilizations rise and fall.
There truly is "nothing new under the sun".
How very tragic. For us.
… iam pridem, ex quo suffragia nulli uendimus, effudit curas; nam qui dabat olim imperium, fasces, legiones, omnia, nunc se continet atque duas tantum res anxius optat, panem et circenses. (Juvenal, Satire 10.77–81)
… Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything, now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses.
“Do not blame Caesar, blame the people of Rome who have so enthusiastically acclaimed and adored him and rejoiced in their loss of freedom and danced in his path and gave him triumphal processions…
Blame the people who hail him when he speaks in the Forum of the ‘new, wonderful good society’ which shall now be Rome’s, interpreted to mean ‘more money, more ease, more security, more living fatly at the expense of the industrious.’ Julius was always an ambitious villain, but he is only one man.”
Monday, April 13, 2009
After viewing this, I am a bawling sobbing mess--the perfect antidote for a congested head---NOT!!!
The Lord has used this moment, this woman, to speak to me in a way that perhaps nothing else could have. She is me. I am she. The very embodiment of unfulfilled dreams. A proverbial crazy cat lady. Thick in the middle, in the middle of life, the middle of nowhere.
And as I watch her plain form, her awkwardness, her nervous laughter, I see what God sees---a beloved daughter. One who is unassuming, but willing to take a risk. One who has never been given a chance and yet, does not hesitate to seize the moment when it (FINALLY) comes.
She bares her soul for the sake of her dream. Her words caused eye rolls and rude stares. Who does she think she is?
Such bravery. Could I do what she did? I think not. I know not. For I have willingly given up, walled up, shut up and dried up. Out of fear. Out. of. fear.
I want it so badly and think I have heard "No". I dare not ask again. I dare not hope for a change of heart. I could not bring myself to try again, to look again, to be open to a different path to the same dream. The fear of the pain is too much.
I have believed the lies of the enemy and believed them well. They have become my reality. I have made them so. They have robbed me of my present. They have all but stolen my future. The knowledge of this brings guilt and shame, thus the cycle perpetuates.
But today, God used two women I have never met, but call sisters, to bring me a message of divine hope and inspiration through a medium called YouTube. As I sit alone in my home, discouraged, sick in my body, mind and spirit, I meet Susan; a British version of me, a version of every woman, really.
And through Susan's courage and humbleness, I am transported once again, into the throne room of God, where I have been commanded to come boldly (but really, I rarely come at all anymore).
Where once again, I am shown a glimpse of my Heavenly Father's heart--He who lives (oh yes, He lives!!) to transform the imperfect, to confound the wise, to be a rock of offense, to convict the unbeliever, to redeem the world.
I can see His head thrown back in holy laughter, delighted with the timing of His perfect will, and His ability to astound His children. To render them speechless, struck dumb; so sure they have witnessed something beyond their own worldly, limited power of explanation, that it is like a superb magician's act.
Thank you, PapaGod.
Thank you, Susan.
Thank you, Val and Beth.
Thank you to my friends who have not let me go, but have not demanded I be something I was unable to be (Kathy, Addy).
I will begin to mediate on this aha! moment.
And now we shall see what the Lord will do...
This is my friend, Emily West, Capitol's newest country singing entertainer. Talent, spunk, beauty and a brilliant comedienne, Emily has it all! Plus, she is a caring, kind 20-something, who has worked hard for allmost 10 years in the Nashville music industry to get where she is today.
Watch her hilarious video plea (be sure to scroll down and turn off the music player), then pick up the phone!!
(PS Another of Emily's songs, which she wrote and performs, can be heard on my music player. It's called "Blue Sky" and it is a wonderful example of what Emily is all about. Also, you can now call your radio stations to request, "That Kind of Happy". It was released one week ago).
Sunday, April 12, 2009
by Max Lucado
As Jesus stepped into the garden, you were in his prayers. As Jesus looked into heaven, you were in his vision. As Jesus dreamed of the day when we will be where he is, he saw you there.
His final prayer was about you. His final pain was for you. His final passion was you.
He steps into the garden, and invites Peter, James, and John to come. He tells them his soul is “overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,” and begins to pray.
Never has he felt so alone. What must be done, only he can do. An angel can’t do it. No angel has the power to break open hell’s gates. A man can’t do it. No man has the purity to destroy sin’s claim. No force on earth can face the force of evil and win—except God.
“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak,” Jesus confesses.
His humanity begged to be delivered from what his divinity could see. Jesus, the carpenter, implores. Jesus, the man, peers into the dark pit and begs, “Can’t there be another way?”
Did he know the answer before he asked the question? Did his human heart hope his heavenly father had found another way? We don’t know. But we do know he asked to get out. We do know he begged for an exit. We do know there was a time when if he could have, he would have turned his back on the whole mess and gone away.
But he couldn’t.
He couldn’t because he saw you. Right there in the middle of a world which isn’t fair. He saw you cast into a river of life you didn’t request. He saw you betrayed by those you love. He saw you with a body which gets sick and a heart which grows weak.
He saw you in your own garden of gnarled trees and sleeping friends. He saw you staring into the pit of your own failures and the mouth of your own grave.
He saw you in your Garden of Gethsemane—and he didn’t want you to be alone.
He wanted you to know that he has been there, too. He knows what it’s like to be plotted against. He knows what it’s like to be confused. He knows what it’s like to be torn between two desires. He knows what it’s like to smell the stench of Satan. And, perhaps most of all, he knows what it’s like to beg God to change his mind and to hear God say so gently, but firmly, “No.”
For that is what God says to Jesus. And Jesus accepts the answer. At some moment during that midnight hour an angel of mercy comes over the weary body of the man in the garden. As he stands, the anguish is gone from his eyes. His fist will clench no more. His heart will fight no more.
The battle is won. You may have thought it was won on Golgotha. It wasn’t. You may have thought the sign of victory is the empty tomb. It isn’t. The final battle was won in Gethsemane. And the sign of conquest is Jesus at peace in the olive trees.
For it was in the garden that he made his decision. He would rather go to hell for you than go to heaven without you.
From And the Angels Were Silent
Copyright 1992, Max Lucado
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Obama Reaches Out to 'Moderate' Pirate CommunityAfter maintaining his silence for two days, President Obama will soon make his first public statement about the pirate attack upon an U.S.-flagged vessel off the Horn of Africa. After several inquiries and a few well-placed bribes, Exurban League has received an early transcript of the President's remarks:
UPDATE: Not only does Hugh Hewitt link to this post, he and Mark Steyn laugh about it on air. My life is now complete.
Good evening. As you know, early yesterday, Somali-based pirates attacked the Maersk Alabama, a freighter carrying relief supplies to Kenya. While we do not yet know all the details, the Alabama's crew re-took control of the vessel and forced the pirates off the ship.
Since the pirates are still holding the captain, I have sent FBI negotiators to facilitate his safe and speedy release. I assure his friends and family that I will not stop until this man-made disaster is resolved in a peaceful, tolerant and ecologically-sound manner.
Obviously, this incident has raised many concerns among Americans. There have been calls for justice and even violence against the misguided perpetrators. But such an emotional reaction has led to the disparagement of entire groups with which we are unfamiliar. We have seen this throughout history.
For too long, America has been too dismissive of the proud culture and invaluable contributions of the Pirate Community. Whether it is their pioneering work with prosthetics, husbandry of tropical birds or fanciful fashion sense, America owes a deep debt to Pirates.
The past eight years have shown a failure to appreciate the historic role of these noble seafarers. Instead of celebrating their entreprenuerial spirit and seeking to partner with them to meet common challenges, there have been times where America has shown arrogance and been dismissive, even derisive.
Some of us wonder if our current Overseas Contingency Operation would even be needed had the last administration not been so quick to label Pirates as "thieves," "terrorists" and worse. Such swashbucklaphobia can lead to tragic results, as we have seen this week.
To address this issue, I have instructed Vice President Joe Biden to create a cabinet-level Czar of Pirate Outreach and Buccaneer Interrelation. In addition, June 1-7 has been designated as Pirate Awareness Week, during which all federal buildings will fly the Jolly Roger and sponsor sensitivity training. Thankfully, my American Recovery and Reinvestment Act will fund free grog and hard tack for all attendees.
Finally, to all pirates listening to international broadcasts, shortwave services and ship-to-shore radio, let me say this:
Ahoy, me regret arr relationship has set sail in a scurvy manner. Arr people share many mutual 'alues and concerns on t' raging main. Perchance, could ye handsomely release the cap'n o' the ship and I assure that no harm will come t' ye or ye hearties. Let us smite t' reset button and launch our seabond on a new pegleg. Savvy? Godspeed t' ye and t' ye beauties. Aye, me parrot concurs.
UPDATE 2: Mentioned by Rush? Wow, did this go viral. But to answer some leftist complaints, a related post was in order. Also, you can follow me on Twitter right here.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Well, here it is...almost prom time '09!
After telling me she had found the dress she wanted in a local bridal shop, dd and I went to look at it together. uh-oh. Upon arrival to the boutique, we discovered the dress was on 'hold' for another girl, at another school.
Believe it or not, formal wear dresses are so highly desired to be 'one of a kind' and unique, that most stores will not sell the same dress to two girls from the same high school---maybe in the same area. wowza So, the perfect dress #1 (black lace over a nude sheath) was out.
As any good mom will do, I spent time searching the internet for another dress to replace to first. Black lace over nude, formal length. Black lace over nude, formal length. Black lace over nude, formal length. I looked and looked and looked.
Instead, it turns out the perfect dress is yellow, short and fru-fru-y! She picked it out, as I showed her the black lace over nude sheath contenders I has found. Who knew? (insert chuckles here).
I am happy to report that the dress looks great on my Lulu. She may be removing the flower at the bust (overkill of frufru? idk).
I am also happy to report that dd's legs are not as long at the model in the photo are. Therefore, the dress is ummmm...of a more modest length on her lovely form (phew and insert additional nervous chuckles).
(to watch the video, please scroll to the bottom of the page and turn off the music player).
Isn't this Dove Campaign ad so true? And touching. And it really made me cry.
Truth in the natural is often mirrored by Truth in the Spiritual.
It is such a tragedy that our society has trained our daughters to think of themselves, to define themselves, based upon a comparison to a photo-shopped, plastic surgery-enhanced, billboard-plastered, celebrity-Barbie image of beauty?
It is such a tragedy that what God has created as the crown of all creation---a woman!!! has become so twisted and distorted and perverted.
It makes me weep.
There is NOTHING more precious and beautiful than a tiny baby girl, toddler, preschooler, school-ager, tween, junior-higher, teen, high-school-er, young woman, Swan!
They are: Breathtaking. All of them.
Brown-eyed, blond-haired, curvy, curly, tan, pale, freckled, athletic, tall, short, glasses...all of them. I can see it within them. Can't you?
And they all just want to be loved and accepted and prized and valued just exactly the way they are. It is their heart's cry.
The saddest things of all is when the One comes who can love them perfectly, who desires their company and love, because He created their every pore, follicle, freckle and crease; these precious girls cannot stop thinking about the things that are wrong wth them; the things that they feel render them undeserving, less than perfect, unacceptable.
Whether it is an issue of sin or character or perceived inadequacy...He weeps when we withdraw. It causes Him pain and sorrow.
But He is persistent, that One, your Prince. He will call your name repeatedly. He will wait by the fence, under your window, until He finally captures your attention. And your heart.
And will woo you, until you believe His promises. And until you give Him your whole heart.
Now, *that's* a Savior.
That's how it feels.
That's how it is.
1But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. 2At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts,where all the people gathered around him,and he sat down to teach them.
3The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group
4and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5In the Law Moses commanded usto stone such women. Now what do you say?"
6They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him. But Jesus bent down and started to writeon the ground with his finger.
7When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her."
8Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground. 9At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there.
10Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?" 11"No one, sir," she said.
"Then neither do I condemn you,"
"Go now and leave your life of sin."
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
KCRG-TV9 First Alert Weather on Twitter
The ingredients are coming together for a potent winter storm to cross the state with a plethora of precipitation over the course of the next 48 hours. Everything from rain and thunderstorms to snow and sleet is expected to fall.
Today will likely stay dry for most, but look for rain or a rain/snow mix to develop tonight and then change completely over to snow and sleet on Sunday. The snow will be heavy at times on Sunday and the addition of strong winds will cause periodic whiteout conditions. You may want to reconsider travel plans for tomorrow.
The heaviest snow accumulations of 6 inches or more are expected north of Highway 20 while 3 to 6 inches will be possible between Highway 20 and I-80.
However, any shift in the track of the storm may mean more or less snow for your area so please keep abreast of the latest forecast updates. Click here for the latest watches and warnings.
Updated: 8:00 AM 4/4/09
Friday, April 3, 2009
There, you will be able to download a brief project my college boy is working on.
Expensive hijinks. ::ahem::
I hope he can make it in the real world. If not, though, he'll always make his mom laugh.
2). Vavoom root lifter by Matrix--Turns out that sometimes Suave ain't quiiiite good enough. Who knew? Not me, Cheap-oGirl!
3). Mucinex--(Walgreen's brand) Working with infants, toddlers and preschoolers mean I get sick alot. This stuff really works (if the Airborne and Zicam fail). :~)
4). The Maurices cami(s)--First recommended by my workfriend, it initally took me one whole week to actually purchase one of these, since they cost $20.00!! That's more than GoodwillGirl usually pays for anything. But soooo worth it. Lacy and nice; they come up high and go down lowww--In crinkle and not!
5). Ped Egg--already referenced in this post and in Ohilda's now famous post.
6). Flexitol--Always the follow up to the Ped Egg treatment. Better than axel grease. lol
7). New nap blanket---ahhhhh. luxury
8). Butterfinger hot cocoa mix---why didn't someone think of this before?? A necessary treat for the rough Monday morning commute.
9). Victoria's Secret Body sprays (smell like FOOD) 2 current faves: Body Rave (yellow smells like angel food cake) and My Desire Secret Garden (smells like grapefruit).
10. Jergens Natural Glow Express---The only way to tan, in my book (cuz I just can't tan). Quick, but not fake. Moisturizing, too!