Thursday, July 10, 2008

Serendipity Blog Challenge

So Serendipity is having a blog party and the challenge this time is for posting a scraplift...which I am doing here....I found this board book in a Christmas Kit...I knew it was there, but didn't have a need for it, so I never looked real close at it...well it was a super cool Urban Lily secret Keeper book...when I looked at it, I couldn't believe the little treasure I I am now on the quest to get more of these, but here is a baby album I made from this one...
So THanks Eliabeth for the idea...
Also, Kim's Challenge this week was to write about someone special to you....I am not sure why I think of Laura when I hear things like this, but she really taught me the importance of telling people you love them...Laura was a dear old lady in our church...mostly known as the cookie lady...she ALWAYS HAD COOKIES...anyway, she was very dear to me...when I was pregnant with Grace, before we knew we were having a girl, she told me...I am crocheting you a's pink....I thought that was funny....but she seemed to know...then after Grace had been here a few months, she asked if Ruth Circle had made me a quilt...I said no, but that she had given me that blanket...well that wasn't good I got a beautiful quilt as well....
Then in July, we were working on Vacation Bible School...she was the snack lady and we were planning the shopping we had talked and she was working away, serving the hour later she had passed away...that's how I want to go...serving the Lord...anyway, this was a wake up call for me...I never told her how much I loved her and how special she was to me...there are other people that mean more to me than Laura, but she is the reason that they all know that I love them....


Monday, July 7, 2008

Take me out to the ball game...

Well, I hear TWO DAYS LATER....that my daughter made her SINGING DEBUT at an EVERETT MERCHANTS baseball game....I am still irritated at one even MENTIONED IT...
So the announcer asked the fans if anyone would like to come up to the press box and sing Take me out to the ball game in the my daughter goes up there, EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THE WHOLE SONG and sings it....I cannot believe her...she is going to experience life SO MUCH because she is not afraid to we have been practicing a little...there is a game on Thursday...I'll let you know if she sings again....


Saturday, July 5, 2008


I am getting SO tired of everyone spouting their rights when questioned about things that aren't really appropriate for the general public....filth being produced under the freedom of speech right....vulgar, course talk spoken before the innocent ears of children....disgusting bumper stickers....and much more...I think you get the idea...
Sometimes FREEDOM means restraining self for the good of those around you...even though you have the RIGHT to speak however you like, is it really best for the 3 year old at the next table to hear? Just irks me to have my children exposed to such filth...all in the name of FREE SPEECH and such nonsense...

Off my soap box now...

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Independence Day

I will tell you, this year, I have a new appreciation for this holiday...I have studied the Constitution and I actually know what it says...I have gone a little bit into the background of this time period ( not a lot, just a little.) I have seen some of the foresight of our founding fathers and seen that these men were truly ordinary men who met with extraordinary circumstances and rose to meet them with courage and integrity. Could these same things be said about our own generation? That is not for me to say...I am not one of the super intelligenzia of our time...I am a mom...a mom who loves America and is trying to pass this on to my children...I had the opportunity to watch a re-enactment of the Virginia delegation debating the issue of going to war with England...I have copied Patick Henry's speech below...we all know the famous line...but do we know the rest of the story...This Fourth of July, I will read this with my children and we will remember ALL Americans who have fought for freedom for me and my CHildren....Happy Independence Day!

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope that it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen, if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve.

This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty towards the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?

For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth -- to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House?

Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation -- the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motives for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies?

No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer on the subject? Nothing.

We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer.

Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.

Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope.

If we wish to be free -- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending -- if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!

They tell us, sir, that we are weak -- unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?

Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of the means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.

The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable -- and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!

It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, "Peace! Peace!" -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

Patrick Henry - March 23, 1775

The comes the morning

Well, We are into day two after surgery, and it has been better than I expected...David has been SUCH a little trooper...and I am grateful for that... I am also so grateful for all of those who brought us before the throne of grace and left us in the arms of the Father.
I posted a big update about David here:

So I won't repeat all of that here...
David is so funny though...when we were checking in, they have a couple of fish tanks with guess WHO??? Yep, he was saying (Quite LOUDLY) "Memo"...and in the pre-op stuff....Memo, Memo, Memo...then he comes out of recovery and he says, "momma" (Gotcha didn't I?), then he says, "Memo" we have watched Memo" several times...Can't get it out of his brain....kinda like the song...

"It's a small world after all...."
Now that's stuck in your head, isn't it????

Will post later about the 4th...