Thursday, August 28, 2008
I believe a change is necessary in order for this country to move forward and begin to be again what the founders intended. It is my most earnest belief that they actually meant the promises contained in the Constitution to be for everyone, granted there was the whole slavery issue, with several of the signers having themselves been slave holders, but pish-posh, bygones. Honestly they had the best interest of all people in mind:
"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." -Thomas Jefferson, The Declaration of Independence
That is the definition of change right there. That is what Barack Obama represents to me, the promise that I can affect change in the country that I live in. We are still a young republic, being only a little over 230 years old, so there is still a great deal of room for growth.
I believe that growth is possible with the Obama-Biden campaign. There is strength across the board, with the foreign policy experience of Joe Biden, the ingenuity and ability to inspire of Obama, and their shared accountability to this nation in not being afraid to state their true opinions about the state of current affairs.
No matter what your political view, please register to vote, and do so whenever the occasion rises. That right to choose leadership is one of the founding principles of this country, do not squander it. As always,
Well the Ravelympics have ended, and I finished one project, the 86-10 Headband by DROPS done in Patons Decor. The pattern would have worked up very easily, and had I devoted more time to it, it would have been done much sooner, and I could have gotten other projects completed. I guess I just didn't realize how much work taking a class could be; in addition to my Girl Scout duties, the kids school and being home with B. I'm not whining, it just doesn't leave a great deal of time for knitting. I'll be going slow the next few weeks until my class is over. I've got to do well or I just won't feel good about myself, because I didn't give it my all.
The speech is on, gotta go!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Here's to the girl with the great smile and the wonderful sense of humor, great comedic timing and an immeasurable heart. Oh and did I mention wisdom? She is wise beyond her years. On Thursday, I asked her what she wanted for birthday, (mind you I had already went out and bought her gift). Here is her response -"I don't know. Whatever my friends get me will be fine, because they don't have to get me anything at all." Can you say proud momma. Thank God, I'm not as bad as I thought. They are learning. That statement made me want to give her the moon.
She is growing up so quick, but she's still my little girl, and I thank God for her every morning. My life just wouldn't be the same without her. That's incredible blessing that just keeps on giving everyday.
I LOVE YOU LITTLE BUDDY! I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GREAT!
Ravelympics are over and life in general has pretty much returned to normal. Thus "regular" posting begins this week. Until next time,
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I picked up my oldest daughter from school, and we head to the office. Nothing better for the child to do than cast out all manners I've taught her, and say"hello" or even "how are you", but she jumps straight to "do I have to get a shot today?" To which our very lovely pediatrician says, "I don't know yet, I'll have to look at your chart." That did not save us. When the nurses checked her hemoglobin, it was as if she had never had her finger pricked. She squirmed in the chair, and had it not been for the brick wall, I'm sure she would have gone straight through. The "baby" on the other hand, got her finger pricked and her response, a simple "Ow." No crying, no squirming, no fidgeting what-so-ever.
We move on down the hall to the room the doctor will see us in. The check-ups go well, although the oldest hemoglobin is low (hmm... which one hides her vitamins). At any rate, it is determined that shots are on the agenda. Now just so you know, I am accustomed to dramatics from my 4 year old, but the 7 year old is generally very calm, cool, collected...you know all the alliteration in the world would describe her, but not today. My child, my firstborn, my "Cool Hand Luke" water off a ducks back child, had a panic attack. First it was upsetting to me because I thought it was a bit irrational, she'd never behaved this way before with regard to immunizations so I totally was not expecting this display. She totally threw her baby sister under the bus by declaring that she could go first. (That was mildly humorous). Baby girl took hers like a pro, she cried for all of 15 seconds and she was up and walking. But then it was Bear's turn and the uncontrollable sobbing began. She cried her eyes red, and swollen, oh yeah she also breaks out in hives when she's nervous, so not so much fun right now. I call her dad to talk her down. He gives her good advice: look the other way, take a deep breath, and remember you can have ice cream when you get home. How can I say...NONE of that worked. Then we go to holding, which got me a knee in...well thank goodness I'm not a man. So FINALLY (what took me so long) I begin to pray, more for me than her, but then I ask her if she wants to pray with me, and she says she does, so we start praying together. After a struggle the shot was done. At which point I had to step aside for a moment and catch my breath.
It was terrible. Why, why did I do all that to my child? She trusts me not to let anything or anyone hurt her; and that is exactly why I did it. She was crying and scared and vulnerable, and I'm telling her to face her fears...she's seven. Sometimes I think I sound more like a coach than a mom--so not my goal in life. Well she's over it, and its time to leave, so I give her the option to go home, or to return to school. She chooses school, and I am relieved, although not with her reason (she misses her teacher-who granted looks like a slightly younger version of my Mother-in-Law). We part company and I come home, to veg out in front of the computer ( I was emotionally spent, so NO, no knitting was done).
Time to pick up the girls from the bus stop. Baby sister and I head out, she on her scooter, wearing her beautiful butterfly helmet. I also had my knitting bag on my shoulder at this time, but became preoccupied with trying to get B to "push the pedal again". Then the bus arrived. As we are walking to our house, which is 4 houses down from the bus stop, two children (a boy and a girl) emerge from between our neighbors houses. The brother is saying "can you give us a ride home?"
"Where do you live?"
"Do you know your address?"
"Do you know your phone number?"
"No." then a minute later "I know my mom's cell phone". He gives it, and I call, I get voice mail. The children are running down the street as I leave a message. I tell them to get on the side of the road as I am leaving the message. -Mind you I'm still pushing B on her scooter, in the direction of our house. My older girls are already in the driveway, so I tell them to keep an eye out to see where the kids go. They comply. When I make it to the driveway, I see the children's house is one I've noticed often, but never realized that children lived there. (That's common in our neighborhood, there are very few children in the community, especially my kids age).
The little boy has knocked or rang the doorbell at his house, but no one answered. Then he goes to another of our neighbors houses, but he's not home, his car isn't in the drive, and I tell the children I don't think he's home. Then I tell them to come home with me. The little girl - a smart cookie, says "we're not supposed to go home with strangers". True, true, but you shouldn't be home alone either. She is five, she tells her brother to check under the mat for a key; there is none. It's final, I call and leave a message with the mother telling her, that the kids are coming home with me. I leave my address and descriptive markers. We all get inside, and I offer the kids something to drink. Mine set off to cleaning their room. I ask if I can look in their bags for any contact information and I come up empty. Again I ask the kids what they know, where mom works, dad's number, home number anything. Nada. Finally the little boy remembers his dad's CELL PHONE NUMBER. I get an answer on the first ring. I explain the situation. He's on his way he'll be here in ten minutes. I take this time to gently remind the kids, that when someone is supposed to pick you up, don't leave until they get there. If they don't show, at least the people in the office have all your parents information and can contact them. The kids continue to try to "play" chess, I explain the basics to the sister, the brother has the rudimentary guidelines. I AM SICK with worry, and these aren't even my children, nonetheless the thoughts races through my mind like a herd of buffalo--"what if they were yours". My kids know our address, and our home number, but not our CELL NUMBERS. That is what saved me, that I could contact those parents immediately and let them know their children were okay.
The dad called back and said someone was at the house and would be coming to pick them up. I told him to drop by anyway, so they would get to see me, and I let him know that I am home, if they needed someone to watch the kids. His wife picked up the kids shortly there after, but I still felt ill. I went to lie down after that, and couldn't really rest, I just kept thinking, "what if those were my kids?" I went and put our numbers on the chalkboard for the girls to learn- this is critical information.
Then there was the information I received shortly after the kids left. One of my daughters friends is moving. It's just sad. That's why I'm tired and Hayessl's back in her pj's. It's been an emotionally draining day, and I need to rest. Hope your day was better than mine, although really I can't complain. I've got my health, and my family, a roof over my head and food to eat. Oh yeah, and a Rubbermaid tote full of yarn.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Usually my phone takes better pictures, but it could be because my husband took them. I'll go with the latter. Please disregard the hot mess that I look in this picture. I truly apologize.
Finally, it's done, and just in time too. I can start the Ravelympics with a clean conscience and empty needles. Life is good.
- 1 bag miniature marshmallows
- 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1 stick butter
- 6 cups crisp rice cereal
So melt the butter in a large pot, being careful not to burn it. Add the chocolate chips, do this over low heat so as not to let the chocolate seize. If it looks strange (that is a technical cooking term), remove the pan from the heat, but keep stirring. Slowly add the marshmallows, stirring continuously. Add the cereal and continue to stir. Once well incorporated pour out onto a buttered piece of wax paper and spread evenly. Allow to cool, then Enjoy! Hope you like it.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
At any rate, I am back and there is so much going on, but I'll try to give you good quality content. There's a recipe coming up, it's called Chocolate Crack; if you take issue with the name talk to my husband he named it. I wanted to call it Crispy Chocolate Crack, but he said it didn't have the same ring to it. Either way its almost gone, and so I had better take a picture or I'll need to make some more. In some circles that is not a bad thing, but in case you hadn't noticed Hayessl is dressed to excercise. That's because we are getting ready to start working out again. You see, in October we will be running a 5k, to help us get ready for the half marathon in February (see T-minus 13 Days and Counting). Goals will soon be posted up top for constant reminding. Additionally, I begin my women's ministry class last night. Actually it was just orientation, class starts next week. I'm looking forward to it, and I think I'm going to get a lot. We will be studying the text of Titus chapter 2 verses 3 through 5.
Knitterly wise: The No End In Sight burgundy sweater is sloooooooowly nearing its finish. However it needs to pick up the pace (uh that would be me needing to pick up the needles) so it can be done by the opening ceremonies for Ravelympics. ARGH! Okay, I must not get discouraged, this project can be finished. I only need to finish the collar, and the armholes and voila it will be done. Alrighty then, in order for that to be accomplished alongst with the myriad other things that need to be done, I must depart company now. Until the next time,