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"but God..." My favorite two words in Scripture...the words that assure me that I am not the one in control, and no matter how selfish, ineffective, faithless, or tired I become, He will not allow His purposes to be thwarted. His purposes in Bethany are being realized and becoming more visible each day; as I watched her from the back of the auditorium tonight I saw new glimpses of the woman she is becoming. So young--not quite 17--and yet already displaying the new grace and poise of womanhood. And as we end this part of our journey together, she begins to take a new place, that of adult daughter and friend. It tastes bittersweet, but these days the sweet is taking center stage...
Today I finally finished The Historian. At 676 pages, it's a formidable accomplishment for me, one I wasn't sure I'd really stick with to the end, but I'm glad I did.
This is one rich novel...rich in descriptive detail, rich in history, rich in character development. Told from the point of view of a sixteen-year old girl who has led a privileged and sheltered life, it explores the ancient legend of Dracula and the attempts of modern researchers to uncover the truth about his life and (un)death. Yes, rather bizarre subject material for me, but nevertheless an uncommon pleasure.
The Historian will appeal to you if you are 1) interested in the legend of Dracula; 2) have a special interest in international diplomacy; 3) love history and the history of Eastern Europe in particular; or 4) just love a good suspense story that's beautifully written.
Just don't plan to read it all in one or two sittings!
The day after getting to Virginia I had lunch with long-time (I didn't say OLD) friend Marsha. I hadn't seen her in three years or so, and it was fun to catch up on our lives in between. We compared Grandma notes, talked a little about our respective businesses, and had a lovely buffet in a beautiful setting. One of the nice interludes of life...
We've been on the edge of the severe weather here in Texas. Just north of us it's been downright deadly; what we've gotten are some pretty energetic storms and a lot of water in the road and a lush green landscape that we are just not used to in San Antonio! I'm trying to figure out how we can bottle and save some of this for next spring and summer when we'll probably revert to our crunchy taupe lawns and fields.
Bethany graduates this week! Wednesday night she will join five other homeschooled seniors for the ceremony and reception that caps off her high school education. We're proud of her and are SO glad that she'll be sticking around a while so we can continue to enjoy the wonderful young woman she's becoming...
And for the reception I'll be providing a big chunk of the cookie spread--fifteen dozen! So don't come here looking for any posts! Drop by if you want to help :-)
My de-cluttering efforts continue. I'm hoping to accomplish a lot more before Dirk starts painting later this week. I really want a whole new fresh feel in this house! The Papa is out buying the paint as I write and so I guess that means I'm committed to the colors I chose? I'm a little shaky, but forging ahead!
Tomorrow our family will gather at Granny's for our Memorial Day cookout. Rain is threatening, but we'll make adjustments as necessary. Hopefully we'll get some good pictures of the little ones. Watermelon! I'll get watermelon! That always makes for great pictures!
Well...the skies outside are blackening again and I need to get out and protect some of the porch plants. Hope all of you are enjoying your Sunday and the long weekend!
9 If you make the Most High your dwelling—
even the LORD, who is my refuge-
10 then no harm will befall you,
no disaster will come near your tent.
11 For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
12 they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life will I satisfy him
and show him my salvation."
Wow. No harm will befall me...no disaster will come near my "tent." That must mean that any disappointments, pain, stresses in my life are not really "harm," and certainly not "disaster." Whatever He allows in my life can't be classified as harm because, no matter how unpleasant it may seem in the short run, He has promised to use it for my ultimate good.
But the promise, signified by the "if," is conditional. What is the condition? That I make the Most High my dwelling. Not that I be perfect, not that I do everything right, but that I dwell in Him. Tonight I am pondering once again what it means for me to dwell in Him...And on a lighter note, I've smiled at the phrase, "...so that you will not strike your foot against a stone." I'm in the process, as you know, of getting used to this shoe insert that is equalizing my leg length. I'm unsteady enough already, and this has made me a little more tentative as I adjust to the slightly different gait. Well, at the foot of my bed lie two deep, thick sheepskins. I LOVE walking across them, especially in cool weather, and wiggling my toes all the way to the bottom of the wool. But...they're three inches thick and when I'm not paying close attention, I have been known to trip over them. So this afternoon The Papa rolled them up tightly and put them high up in the closet until I'm a bit steadier. I was sad to see them go, but I did laugh inside thinking that it doesn't even take a stone for me to "strike my foot" and come crashing down! I really need those angels guarding me!
Finally, I am blessed to have God's promise that He will be with me in trouble...and that He will satisfy me with a long life. You know, there have been times in history when living to the ripe old age of 52 would have been amazing. I've already had a long, satisfying life. Every year I live from here simply heaps blessing on blessing. He has shown me His salvation, and one day I will see its culmination, see Him in all His glory and live the true long and satisfying life for which He prepares me in this one.
Oh LORD, you are my refuge!
(Oh, and to my friend who thought to share her devotions with me, thank you ever so much.)
Good, indeed! I can't remember when I've been so enthralled! I'm sure this is partly because I'm also enthralled by the time period (circa 1775), but the story line and the extraordinary narrator have me hooked.
Most of my iPod listening is done while driving somewhere, alone, so my progress usually comes in spurts. Despite $3 gas I'm now finding reasons to take the long way home :-)
I may have lots of issues right now, but one of them is staring me in the face: clutter.
Just the other night, speaking to the group in Maryland, I was reminding them how hard it is to be productive when you're having to work around junk. And junk doesn't necessarily mean trash...it might mean just the remains of undone or finished projects...things that need to be, ahem, filed...stacks of pictures waiting for frames...you know the kind of thing.
Well just about every category of junk you can think of is represented in my bedroom right now.
Now, my bedroom is not the same kind of bedroom most of you have. The challenges I've faced in the past five years have made it necessary to turn our room into a combination sleeping /library /lounging /office /craft /school /music /sewing space. This allows me to be productive in a small space and minimize the number of steps it takes to get from one task to another. But it also allows the space to accumulate LOTS of clutter. And though I have more of a tolerance for clutter than I did in the years before homeschooling (when was that again?), I still reach a tipping point at times when I absolutely cannot function until I get in the piles with a backhoe and clear away and start over.
So that's what's hit me today. Again, it's not my only hurdle right now, but I won't be able to see the other ones until I get rid of this one. I've now spent a good part of the day hacking away at all the surfaces and I'm far from finished, but it's a good feeling. And it's making me think that maybe, just maybe when I get the leftover manuals, tests, schedules, syllabi, and binders OUT of my room for a while, I'll be able to get in the mood to bring a few of them back in and think about '07-'08! (Either way, you'll be hearing about it again :-) )
60-year-old mother gives birth to twins
HACKENSACK, N.J. // The psychologist who gave birth to twin boys at age 60 said today she was on a mission to let women know they have choices.
"It's really basically about women and empowerment," Frieda Birnbaum told NBC's "Today" show.
Birnbaum, who underwent in-vitro fertilization last year at a South African clinic that specializes in older women, gave birth by Caesarean section on Tuesday at Hackensack University Medical Center.
Is it just me? Are we going to applaud this woman's decision to use the lives of two babies as a tool to "let women know they have choices"? Although I would never endorse the choice of a 60-year-old (or someone half her age, by the way) to use this method to "get" a baby, I would certainly understand it better if the motivation was the longing for a child of her own to raise and love. But this psychologist is "on a mission," and it doesn't appear that the mission has much to do with maternal instinct.
If you can take more, the whole story is here.
Labels: Social Observation
Maybe it's still the whiplash I described yesterday.
But I have no motivation to get school planning done for next year.
Now those of you who know me or have read my blog for a while should remember that planning the school year is actually my favorite part of homeschooling and always has been. Nothing gets my juices flowing like curriculum catalogs, great homeschool supply websites, or my fourteenth reading of the dog-eared and marked up copy of The Well-Trained Mind. I'm one of those rare souls that would rather order science supplies than new shoes and would rather stay up all night putting schedules to paper (okay, to Excel) than reading that new novel.
But this year, it's just not there. As I approach doing this for the 23rd time, the fire is, well, not exactly white-hot.
Oh, I've felt guilty about it. So guilty that those of you who innocently called or emailed me IN MARCH to ask my advice about fitting the last pieces of your plans in place for next year just barely escaped my screams and blows...betcha didn't suspect that you almost caused me to crack, huh? I'm only barely kidding here...you gals (and you know who you are) definitely inspire me in a "normal" year, but this spring I've had hallucinations that you were all conspiring to have me committed ;-)
Remember, I had mentally set aside the next two weeks as the time when I would sit bandaged in my recliner, unable to do much else, and pull out the books and the schedules and the order forms. It was going to be a self-imposed exile, perfect for making myself
Okay, maybe the problem is that I thrive on challenge. At one time I had six students a year to plan for, and now that load is cut in half. With six of nine students now in place as alumni of our home school, the work load and the planning time are lighter and will never move back in the other direction. Some days I'm grateful for that; other days I'm nostalgic and blue. Hey, maybe I need to beg, borrow, or steal half a dozen orphan students and beef up my class rosters? Nah...better to do what I can to contribute to the education of my grandchildren as my terrific daughters continue the journey with the next generation.
Don't worry about me...I know this funk is very temporary. I do know myself well enough to know that the flame will be back, maybe even by next week. And in a month I'll be looking back at this post shaking my head and wondering what in the world was wrong with me.
Okay, now where are those catalogs? Ummm....they were right here last month...uh...right here under the paint chips...
PAINTING! I knew there was a reason I couldn't be bothered with the catalogs yet!
But...at close to the last minute, my surgeon has decided he doesn't want to go through with it. He's been conferring with colleagues at Mayo, and they tell him that this procedure is risky and unpredictable and they're not convinced it will help me. He hasn't said a firm "No" but just a "Not now." He wants me to try a few months of a shoe lift to equalize the difference in leg length I experienced as a result of the two hip replacements. He thinks there's a chance that this is the cause of my pain and that it's worth this try before proceeding with surgical measures.
While I fully understand his caution and his point of view, I'm frustrated. First, I don't believe for a minute that a 1 cm shoe lift is going to alleviate the kind of pain that made it necessary for me to be in a wheelchair as I traveled yesterday. I won't go into the details of why I think this is barking up the wrong tree, but I really think this will be wasted time. And second, I had some hope that within just a few weeks I was going to be pain-free as this operation stabilized my bone and the implant. Instead, today I'm on my way to the hospital to pick up a shoe lift and more pain medicine.
This news did not come at a good time. The pain I live with is rather cyclical and so I have some good weeks...never pain-free but somewhat less disruptive to my life. But the past two weeks have been especially bad, and the past week has been one of the worst in the nearly four years since my first hip operation. I had gotten myself through a few really bad days by hanging on to the coming surgery and hoping that I'd soon have relief. Now, that hope is postponed.
And I am struggling.
Tomorrow night I will have the privilege of meeting with a group of women who are beginning a homeschooling support group rather on the order of my beloved HOPE group in San Antonio. Yes, folks, we're franchising a good thing! Kristen had a dream to develop something here in the Virginia/Maryland area to meet the kind of needs that we address in Texas, and I'm here to support that dream. Annie is on board, too, despite her pregnancy nausea and the fact that little Erin isn't quite ready for "schooling" per se. We all know that true homeschooling starts long before phonics, right?
Oh, and Virginia is beautiful. I have to pray down the envy every time I come.
Tonight I will have a slumber party with Molly (age 8). She and I will sleep together on the foldout couch at her house, eat popcorn and watch a movie together. Memory maker for both of us.
Last night was Shelley's Grand Recital. I couldn't be there, but all reports are that she looked gorgeous and sounded even better. She received a medal for the most improved piano student of the year...something I have attested to many times but it's different coming from the mother. Congratulations, Shelley, on your hard work and this year's musical accomplishments. I'm SO proud of you.
Phase One of our home projects is complete. Since I've been gone, our trusty air conditioner expert (call me if you need a recommendation for this GREAT guy; he's been helping us out for years now), assisted by The Papa, have installed two new air conditioning systems in our house. I think I've mentioned before how bad our old ones were (call me if you want to know which builder to stay away from LOL) and how they were bleeding us dry on repairs every summer. Well hopefully that is all over now! I will return home to a house with the new systems, and with much of the ductwork and vent placement redone for maximum efficiency. YEA!
Next up in Phase Two: rebuilding two exterior doors to repair yet more poor building techniques and materials. (Call me.) Phase Three will be the painting of the first floor, which will start the same week as my surgery. Not sure how that's going to work out, but I'll keep you posted!
Every couple of weeks I hear from an old friend or acquaintance who has found this blog through either a purposeful search or a complete accident and then emails me to say hello. Such a treasure, this medium! I love it! If you have found me after a long while and are reading this, please email me using the link on my right sidebar so we can be in touch. If you're new around here or you've been lurking a while and haven't said hello in the comments, please leave me a note or email me so I'll know you've been here!
I'll be back home on Tuesday, finishing up the last of the medical appointments and other tasks before my hospitalization on Friday. I'd appreciate your prayers for a successful procedure and a smooth recovery!
Abstinence education programs have been shown to effectively reduce the risks of out-of-wedlock pregnancy and the incidence of s*xually transmitted diseases. Teaching teenagers that saving s*x until marriage and remaining faithful afterwards is the best choice for health and happiness.The wishes or convictions of parents seem to carry little weight in Congress:
Title V is the $50 million mandatory appropriation created in the Temporary Assistance for Needy Families (TANF) bill. These funds are distributed on a formula basis to states, and this language is particularly important because it established the "A-H" criteria for abstinence education that governs all federal abstinence dollars.
Title V is scheduled to expire on June 30, 2007.
Although a new Zogby poll shows that parents overwhelmingly support abstinence education, the House is mounting a forceful campaign to kill millions of dollars in Title V abstinence funding. Without a powerful grassroots campaign from people like you who support self-control over birth control for teens, Title V will expire for good. If this happens, states will not only lose their abstinence funding, they'll also lose the guidelines that govern all of the federal abstinence dollars.
Read more about it here and here, and call your Congressman.
Last night, Kristen and I watched 'The Queen', a film which will be best remembered for garnering Helen Mirren the 2007 Academy Award for Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role.
Quite an interesting film. It's always interesting for me to see a movie based on events that I actually remember, because the images in the film are laid over my own recollections and reactions, and this makes a film deeply personal.
Helen Mirren was good. Was she "great," a word that is much over-used? In my opinion, no. But in this case, "good" is good enough. To qualify for "great" status, I think one of two things would have to have occurred: the role and script would have had to call for something other than a pretty flat delivery, which they did not; or we would have had to know the real queen a bit better, so that we could have formed an educated judgment of just how well she was captured on screen. We know so little about the private life of Queen Elizabeth II that I don't think we can ever know how accurately she was played by Mirren. Mirren was convincing, however, and so her sturdy performance was definitely worthy of recognition. Was it the best of the year? Of that I'm unconvinced.
As for the casting, I think the roles of Tony Blair (Michael Sheen) and Prince Philip (James Cromwell) were both portrayed as well as that of the Queen. The portrayal of Prince Charles (Alex Jennings) left something to be desired, but then in my humble opinion, Charles is a man with a lot left to be desired.
What I can say with some certainty is that it's unfair to judge the life of the Queen on the sliver of her reign that covered the death of Lady Diana. The movie is excellent; but to call it 'The Queen' as if it is comprehensive or even representative of the character and disposition of the woman who has occupied the English throne for half a century is unfortunate. Sudden deaths, especially when complicated by the layers of intrigue, deceit, betrayal and hysteria that surrounded Diana's life and death, can never be expected to bring out the best in those still breathing. I hope to someday see a more sweeping film based on this queen's life, something akin to what we have seen on the lives of Queen Victoria and Queen Elizabeth I.
And here is the family, thoroughly enjoying his handiwork. [Notice that the dining room is decorated with trappings that are dead give-aways for home schooling :-) ]
I'll try to be in touch while I'm gone, maybe even post a couple of pictures of Granny and the elves...
So we went with Plan B, which was a fun family-style BBQ place that is sometimes way more crowded after church than it was today, but of course today being Mother's Day, everyone was down in the two hour line at Olive Garden! So we were able to get everyone fed with practically no wait at all, which Granny thinks is much nicer. We make quite a spectacle at one LOOOOONG table and it's always so much fun to watch other people looking at us out of the corners of their eyes and whispering to each other...I know they're speculating on the relationships in our group and trying to figure out why the ratio of little ones to adults is so high. Let 'em stare...we're having a wonderful life :-)
My fabulous kids, ALL of them, gave me trees for Mother's Day! Two lovely magnolia trees for our yard! I just LOVE magnolias, with their fragrant white blossoms and glossy, deep green leaves. I'll spend some time in the next few days moving the pots around (okay, having my sons move the pots around) while I decide on the perfect placement. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, KIDS!
Tomorrow I get the pleasure of spending most of the day at the hospital for my pre-op appointments. My surgery isn't until the 25th, but since I'm taking a short jaunt to Virginia this week I had to get it all done beforehand. I'll be taking a couple of books and my iPod and anything else I can think of to do while I spend most of the day sitting. It's one of those days when they tell you to plan for all day and you just cross your fingers that you can be out by 1. Hey, it could happen...
Thursday morning I will fly out to visit my two
This week I will make the final color decisions for our paint job. Oh dear, I can feel myself freezing up already. Aubrey feels especially emboldened to hold me to some pretty daring choices since Lyric is here for moral support. That's support for Aubrey, not for me. I only get support when I nod my head and assent to the crimson red wall. Breathe, Granny, breathe...you're going to love it.
Well, that's about it for today. Happy, happy Mother's Day to all of you terrific moms out there in Blogland. You all are inspiration to me every day; you give me constant reminders that being a mother and a grandmother are the world's best jobs!
And a special, gentle hug for you if Mother's Day is a difficult day...there are lots of circumstances that can make today bittersweet, and I'm praying for you.
Our family and friends have just delighted in preparing for Johanna and Josiah's arrival and in helping them settle in their new place. Not too many things will make me climb stairs, but I did it several times this week...slowly, but joyfully :-) Josiah said today that he likes playing with all his cousins, but was very happy that his Nana is coming to see him (tomorrow). He may have his doggie with him and lots of kiddos around, but there's no substitute for Nana! (Granny kind of thinks the same thing.)
Today it was also my privilege to share a meal with our friends who've recently had a new baby. I tell you this only as an excuse to tell you about something that has added a new dimension to our ministering to one another. Our HOPE group and our church have begun using a wonderful new resource called the Care Calendar. The person or group who needs help (meals, child care, transportation, prayer, whatever...) is set up with a calendar, on which her friends sign up to provide a portion of that need. The calendar then posts everyone's commitment to help, sends out reminders ahead of time, provides info on schedules, likes, dislikes, allergies, etc., accesses maps to the person's house, and lots of other features. I was able to see what meals they would be having this week from other friends so that I wouldn't duplicate or overload them with one kind of food. I was able to see how many, including visiting family members, would be eating with them today. And if I had needed to change the day I was scheduled to help, I could have done that. All of the info is password protected so that names and addresses are not available to anyone other than those authorized to view the calendar. The Care Calendar is just one of the many ways that technology really does improve our lives and enhance our opportunities to show practical love to one another. So if you haven't used something like this before, check it out!
And a big GrannyGrin to Christine for getting this all set up for us!
I'm running short on blogtime...but if you ever have the chance to hear Alan Keyes speak, don't even think twice. Just go.
Okay, I'll admit it.
Sometimes my tolerance for the school year extends farther than in other years. This happens to be a short year.
I'm about 4.1 cm away from all the lessons I can manage for this year. I think it's time to sunbathe and sleep really late and jump on the trampoline and take on some projects we don't have time for during the year...whaddaya say, kids?
Except for online classes, WE'RE DONE!!
(Good work, by the way, ALL of you!)
I don't usually live-blog the Idols, but I'm making an exception tonight. I mean, come on, it's Bee Gees night! And I'm Granny!
Okay, first round...
Melinda--the judges were right. Spot-on vocals, as ALWAYS...but the rendition was just okay. She'd better be more impressive on the second one.
Blake--It was silly! Come on! Is that the best he could do with THE BEE GEES???
Lakisha--I missed most of it, but what I heard didn't impress me.
Jordin--Judges right again--the best of the evening, by a mile! Such an incredible voice...
I'll admit, I thought the music of the Brothers Gibb would translate better than it has, because I'm rabidly crazy about them. But maybe their stuff still just works best for THEM, huh?
Melinda--Simon nailed it. The second half of the song puts her in the top two. WOW.
Blake--Remind me again how he got here? Not with THESE performances! Oh, that was too sad.
Lakisha--I don't think this was good enough to keep her in the competition. No question that she has a great voice...these songs just didn't prove it.
Jordin--Another good performance...I hope I'm not the only one, though, that heard several flat notes. And no, as it turns out, the judges heard it too. It wasn't great, but she'll be in the final.
I must say that seeing Barry Gibb looking like he does makes me feel very old indeed LOL
Prediction: Blake goes home. Lakisha would be going home except for the efforts of votefortheworst.com (to which I will not link due to some vulgarity on the site) who will keep her in the game one more week.
Failing to reuse the plastic grocery bags?
Using more than one, ahem, "square"?
Putting those diapers in the electric dryer instead of hanging them on the porch railing to dry?
Think again, my fertile friends. You might be much too smug. Don't even THINK about having #3.
Having large families is an "eco-misdemeanor."
And don't think for a minute that it won't eventually be labeled a felony. Some countries have already used that one.
So, 7 random things about me....
- I start eating my cheesecake (and any other custard-based pie, quiche, flan, etc.) from the outside (crust edge) in. This is because in a baked custard the finest-textured portion is the center, which I enjoy so much I like to save it for last :-)
- Don't believe anyone who tells you you can't change from a morning person into a night person. I've done it. And not by trying LOL
- I shook hands with John F. Kennedy 20 hours before his assassination. I was 9. I spent the rest of my childhood wondering if the second or two it took him to shake my hand would have put him a second or two ahead of the bullet. Really.
- I had babies in the 70's, 80's, and 90's. I lost the baby that would have been born in 2000 but kept the little shirt I had bought that says "I was born in Y2K". (Another angle is that I had babies in my teens, 20's, 30's and 40's. And yes, that's all ;-) )
- I've lived in my present house for five and a half years. That's about two years longer than I ever lived anywhere else in my whole life.
- When I'm stressed and uptight and need to unwind, I proofread. No, really. It restores a sense of control.
- I love speed. I also respect speed limits. When we moved to Germany my children were astonished to see me drive at 200km/hr on the autobahn. They'd always thought that I just didn't like to drive fast. Take away the speed limit and my speed demon is unleashed.
- Shhhhh....I have never, ever participated in a meme before. (Which I'm sure excuses me from having to stick with the prescribed number, wouldn't you think?)
Now...I'm tagging some of my 20- and 30-something friends and family: Tami, Aubrey, Tiffany, Stephanie, Johanna, Candace, Kristen. (Annie gets excused, along with anyone else who's currently throwing up or packing boxes, unless you need it for the distraction.) YOU'RE IT!
I'm one of those people, rather annoying to true enthusiasts, who tends to be a rabid fan of horse racing...three times a year. Until the first Saturday in May I probably couldn't tell you who's running in the Derby, but hey, I actually know the NAMES of the next two races, and that's more than...well, more than...well, more than a few a people who don't, right? Anyway, I was sad to have to miss the race yesterday but I have enjoyed reading the widespread interest in Bloggityville and following the faves through the posts around "town." Hurray for Street Sense, and maybe we'll have a Triple Crown this year!
The girls took their SAT's yesterday, Bethany for the fourth time and Shelley for the first. Bethany was rather nonchalant about it, even though it's her last time...Shelley, on the other hand, came out saying, "It wasn't as fun as our regular standardized testing." "Fun?" I said. "Well, you know, when we take the regular ones down at FEAST we know people and we have time to talk in between, and..." It's SO Shelley, to turn the Stanford Achievement into a social event :-)
The Papa brought us great shirts from Australia, as well as a few other souvenirs. He had a good trip business-wise, but struggled with feeling bad pretty much the whole time. I told him this means he has to go back so he can experience it all at a time that he's feeling better...he disagrees. The lack of phone contact pretty much does him in. I should be thankful for that, right?
I didn't get all the stuff done I'd planned for while he was gone. I totally underestimated the amount of time I'd spend picking up all the driving he normally does! I felt like I should just hang curtains in the van and stock it with Diet Coke and Cheez-its!
This summer we'll experience something new: our first boy to take piano lessons. This is rather an "experiment" for him...a short session to get his feet wet and see if it's something he'll get "into." Truth be told, he feels slightly coerced, as do all my kids, because the rule around the House is that you don't take lessons on any other instrument until you take a year of piano. My hang-up, I know, but after all these years I don't dare give in. I get enough of the "Boy, Mom, you never would have let us get away with that when WE were growing up..."
Aubrey just called to say that as they were packing for the church trip to the lake, they decided they looked thoroughly "Purpose-Driven" today: the pastor is in plaid shorts and a linen shirt. Told him we'd try to avoid calling him Rick :-)
Blessings to all of you this morning and a wonderful Lord's Day ahead!
By virtue of the power vested in me
as matriarch of the House
and in recognition of the following piece
Dude, where's my voters?
Let it be known that
is hereby declared
an honorary member
this 5th day of Maytwo thousand seven
Maranatha, Come Lord Jesus...
hat tip: Trish
ABC to air debate on existence of God
BRAVE NEW SCHOOLS
Ban on 'mom' and 'dad' considered – again
California agenda would require K-12 'gay' indoctrination
By Bob Unruh
© 2007 WorldNetDaily.com
A plan that has been launched in the California state Assembly – again – could be used to ban references to "mom" and "dad" in public schools statewide by prohibiting anything that would "reflect adversely" on the homosexual lifestyle choice.
It's similar to a plan WND reported was approved by lawmakers last year, but fell by the wayside when Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger vetoed it.
"SB 777 forcibly thrusts young school children into dealing with sexual issues, requiring that homosexuality, bisexuality and transsexuality be taught in a favorable light," according to an alert issued by the Capitol Resource Institute.
"Not only does SB 777 require that classroom instruction and materials promote and embrace controversial sexual practices, it also bans school-sponsored activities from 'reflecting adversely' on homosexuals, bisexuals and transsexuals," the group said.
So exactly what would this mean in practical terms? Read on:
"Pushing this radical homosexual agenda in California schools will stifle the truth in favor of political correctness and will inevitably conflict with the religious and moral convictions of both students and parents," said CRI Executive Director Karen England. "The full ramifications of this sweeping legislation could affect the entire nation as most textbook companies tailor their material to their number one purchaser: California."
She noted that Los Angeles schools already have implemented most of the proposals now pending for districts across the state, and among the changes are:
- "Mom" and "dad" and "husband" and "wife" would have to be edited from all texts.
- Cheerleading and sports teams would have to be gender-neutral.
- Prom kings and queens would be banned, or if featured, would have to be gender neutral so that the king could be female and the queen male.
- Gender-neutral bathrooms could be required for those confused about their gender identity.
- A male who believes he really is female would be allowed into the women's restroom, and a woman believing herself a male would be allowed into a men's room.
- Even scientific information, such has statistics showing AIDS rates in the homosexual community, could be banned.
It's been my joy for the past 36 hours to accompany my cousin Johanna as she looked for an apartment and made plans for their upcoming move to San Antonio. God has answered prayers in ways that truly surprised us and worked out details that at one time seemed nearly insurmountable. Now we ask Him to bring to completion what He has begun in Johanna's life and future and allow her and son Josiah a smooth transition into their new home. She will be working at PhotographybyJena in Boerne, a business many of you know and love. Next time you get portraits done, Johanna may very well be the one to assist you with the arrangements!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet, The Papa is not a happy camper. Oh, work is going well, but he keeps telling me, "I'm not made for this..." meaning he can't stand to be somewhere where we can't talk ten times a day and we have a hard time even coordinating a time to IM because of the nine hours difference. He doesn't think he'll be doing this again soon. Which would be fine with Granny.
Congratulations to Cody and Tiffany on the birth of little (?!) Rowan early yesterday morning. After a bit of a scare, baby and mommy doing well. Welcome to our world, Rowan!