Thursday Thirteen #45

Thirteen reasons I love GREEN and Being "Irish"....

1. Green is such a "fresh" alive color!

2. It reminds of the soft grass that tickles your toes.

3. It reminds me of a crisp green salad...refreshing and delicious.

4. I love green with the other "colors of spring".

5. Green is the color of money...OK I know this shouldn't excite me, but who doesn't love to see a little "extra" come in???

6. Green also reminds me of Christmas....

7. My family is part Irish...

8. This Irish Blessing has always been one of my favorites:

May the road rise to meet you.May the wind be always at your back.May the
sun shine warm upon your face.And rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we
meet again,May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.

9. I also love this blessing: May you live as long as you want,And never want as long as you live.
10. And these Irish Proverbs: A friend's eye is a good mirror.
11. Both your friend and your enemy think you will never die.
12. Put silk on a goat, and it's still a goat
13. It is not a secret if it is known by three people.

Wordless Wednesday---I LOVE Spring!!

I had an interesting experience yesterday. It was the 50th anniversary of the church I considered my "home church" for over 20 years. And it is the one my Mother has attended faithfully since 1968. Yesterday marked its 50th year. This is no small feat when churches are regularly closing their doors in our country. As I sat there listening to the stories and the introductions and as I witnessed the pageantry that surrounded this occasion, I was drawn inward a bit as I reflected on my own story that is woven with memories of this place.

I attended Sunday School there, was confirmed there, and spent countless hours as a child and youth wandering the grounds of the church. (This is me in Sunday School in about the seventh or eight grade. I am on the left next to my friend J, followed by Mrs. J, the teacher, the preacher's son, B and his friend, F. )

The teacher here, Mrs. J, was at the event yesterday. I remember her reading to us from the big Bible she is holding in her lap. It seems that she has always been teaching some Sunday School class. I am certain there were Sundays when I did not want to be there. There were probably times when she wondered "why" she did it. I just visited the church's website, and saw that she continues to teach there today. It makes me wonder just how many lives she has touched throughout the years.

I realized that it's this place, or at least what happened within it, that pretty much defined my faith. It was there, that I remember hearing so vividly the "stories of Jesus" over and over again in so many different ways. Not only that, I "saw" the story lived out in the lives of so many people over the years. I grew up there. I was allowed to explore and examine my faith journey over and over again through the years.

In the photo on the left (above), I am about 14 years old. I was an active member of the Youth Group throughout my middle and high school years. Oddly enough, this picture is taken under the same tree where we ate "dinner-on-the-grounds" yesterday. Here is a photo of DS 4 and my Mom at just about the same spot. These two photos remind me of just how much smile and laughter this church has meant for me and for my family.

Here (on the left) is a peek into the sanctuary windows 20 years ago on my wedding day. You can see the huge cross that has hung at the front of the church since the building was erected in the early 70's. Although the walls have been painted and the front redesigned, it still hangs there as a constant reminder of the grace by which we have been saved. When I see that cross, I am taken back to so many memories. My first, though, are the years that a pastor we just called "Rev." was there. Every year on Good Friday, the cross was draped in black and we listened to a recording of the "Seven Last Words of Christ". It was a poignant and lasting reminder of just how great a sacrifice took place on the cross so many years ago.

And in the final year of "Rev's" 7 year ministry there, I made the most important promise I would ever make. I was confirmed under that cross. I know that was the day that I accepted Christ as my Savior. I still remember the day so well. It was Palm Sunday of my sixth grade year. It became tradition on that day, to give the confirmands a Jerusalem Cross. These crosses were blessed in many places in Israel such as the Upper Room, the Jordan River, and the Sea of Galilee during the "annual pilgrimage" our church members took to the Holy Land. The Jerusalem Cross has also been such an important part of the legacy of this church. We were always told that it should remind us of our mission to take the Gospel to all four "corners" of the world. It is also a reminder of Christ (at the center) and the four Gospels (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John). Below is a lovely banner that hung at the front of the church yesterday reminding us of this beautiful symbol.
And no, I don't think that I could ever sit and gaze at the large sanctuary cross and not think about the second most important covenant I ever made there to my DH of almost 20 years. It was August of 1987 that we took the vows that would make us husband and wife. It was a joyous celebration that brought together so many people who had been such an important part of both of our lives both inside and outside that church.

Oddly enough, it would also be there that DH would begin his "official ministry" in the United Methodist Church almost two years later, just after the birth of DS 2. And it was under that cross, that we agreed to raise our first two children in the church and leave for them the same faith legacy that had been left for us.

Here (on the left) is a photo of DSs 1 and 2 outside the church on the day of their baptism. The same pastor that performed our wedding also became the pastor that baptized the boys.

We had the pleasure of briefly visiting with he and his wife yesterday. DS 3 took this photo for us.

I want to reflect more on my introspection during this wonderful event, but will close this for now. I guess it took almost 40 years for me to realize just how significant this place is for me. It was a beacon for me during those years I questioned. I knew that no matter where I have been, or what I have done, I could always go home. And I realize that when I think about my faith, it's that giant cross that often creeps to the forefront of my mind.

Blessings.

It's Saturday Morning 6:52am, Do You Know Where Your Children Are?

I thought my answer was YES! But this morning, I learned otherwise. You see, I was having a peaceful slumber...visiting dreamland when I heard a BANG! BANG! BANG!on my bedroom door. It was followed quickly by the burst of air as the door opened and DS 4 shouting excitedly, "MOM, I caught a FISH!"

Now, if you are not a regular blog reader of mine, you probably don't know that I am NOT an early riser. And I am not a "quick riser" either...I have to get my bearings...you know, kind of EASE into the day. Thank goodness, DH balances me out in this department. He does hop out of bed pretty quick in the mornings.

But, upon hearing the BANG and the announcement, neither of us moved too quick this morning. DH said, "Do you need help getting it off the line?" To which DS 4 replied, "Yes." And he was gone, back out to the pond.

It has taken me longer to type this than the exchange actually took. I
looked at the clock when he entered at 6:52am and it was still 6:52 when he was
back out the door and outside.

By 6:53am reality hit me and I thought, "SURELY he is NOT outside fishing at this hour?" But as DH went outside to help take the fish off the line, I knew it was true. This thought was followed by, "What horrible parents we are not knowing that our youngest son is outside the house!" DH came back inside and told me that DS 4 announced, "This is a REALLY good time to fish, Dad!"

Most reasonable families probably DID know where their children were at that hour on a Saturday morning. And I suspect, most 8-year-olds were IN BED where they belonged. I haven't even asked DS 4 what posessed him to get up and go fishing...but then I am not sure that's a question that you ask someone who really considers himself a "Fisherman". (By the way, I DID know where all THREE of my Teens were...and they WERE where they were supposed to be!!)

DS 4 has been fishing pretty much all morning. He's caught (and released) two fish as I type this. I'm glad he's figured out what time it's best to fish...because two years ago he figured out what time NOT to fish

To figure out the mystery of WHY someone would WANT to get out of a perfectly comfy bed and sit on the bank of a pond, I went to Google and looked up fishing quotes...here are two that I think pretty much sum up DS 4's fishing drive:

Good things come to those who bait. ~Author Unknown

The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. ~John Buchan

And so I find myself now saying...

Hope on, son, hope on!!

Blog Party--STICKY POST

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I can't resist a great party!! This is too much fun. I have visited some VERY cool blogs today and keep "hopping to more and more parties"....it's been a great time!! Soooo...I'm diving in, too. Do you like my party banner? DS 3 made it for me. Isn't he the greatest???

WELCOME TO MY PARTY!!!

First, let me introduce you to my family. They LOVE a good party:

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Now...DS 3 insisted that I have chips and dip here for guests...so...here ya' go....I hope you like them. And NO party would be complete without my FAVORITE beverage.....DIET Coke!!

I've been blogging for almost two years...thanks to my SIL, Heather for introducing me to this brand new world. I can't really remember life before blogging. As I was decorating for this party, one of my boys asked me, "What would you do if you were told you couldn't blog anymore?" I certainly would survive...but I can sure think of many many people who I'd "miss"...including those I've met in person like Mary and Sandy .

The most amazing thing about the whole blogosphere (for me) is the number of people who are seriously testifying to their faith every single day via the World Wide Web. How cool is that??? I love being able to get on here and talk about my relationship with JESUS and how He has changed my life. But I also like to be able to continue to "work out my faith" via words and pictures and blogging in general. Knowing that others are on the same journey is refreshing and powerful to me!

At first I had decided "not" to participate in The Ultimate Blog Party...but I KNOW that there are so many neat people to meet and things to read...that I decided to do it. I hope to get around and meet many of you this week.

And I'm glad you stopped by for it! Sign in to let me know you were here...tell me about your favorite thing about blogging and parties...then, come back again sometime...OK??

Thirteen Things about the Broadway ShowWICKED(which I get to see a second time this weekend) I am so excited that I get to see Wicked again! This time, the "girls" in my family are going to make it a "Girls' Evening Out". It should be great fun. I've been warming up by listening to the music and just can't wait to see it again. So, here's my TT... 1. This show is the story of the Witches of Oz BEFORE Dorothy. 2. It tells the story of Glinda the Good Witch and the Wicked Witch of the West. 3. They were "friends" before they grew up. 4. There is a dragon that hovers over the stage the entire time. Hence my choice of TT border today. 5. The Wicked Witch of the West is seriously "misunderstood" in this "pretelling" of the story. 6. It tells the tale of friendship and love with a thread of reconciliation in it. 7. It tells the tale of wanting desparately to be loved by those around you. The ending, which I did not know before I went, BLEW ME AWAY!! 8. My favorite song from it is a duet between Glinda and Elphaba (Wicked Witch of the West) called "For Good". It's GORGEOUS!! 9. You also learn a little more about the Tin Man, Lion, and Scarecrow in this story. 10. The music is rich and mystical all at once. 11. The week DH and I saw it in NYC, it broke all records for the highest grossing week in Broadway history with 1.8 million dollars. 12. While not appropriate for children under 4, I think it would be a GREAT way to introduce the theater to children. 13. Reviewers say it's popular because it is a story that "adults can take seriously". I think it does a fantastic job of weaving elements of the "known" (The Wizard of Oz story) with the "unknown". I believe it's a GREAT match!! Happy Thursday!! Links to other Thursday Thirteens! 1. (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)

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3 Word Meme

OK I saw this over at Melli's Place. I thought this just looked fun...so I'm going to give it a try:


The rules are simple.
Answer each question in three words.
No more, no less.


01. Where is your cell phone? by my feet
02. Boyfriend/girlfriend? just my husband
03. Hair? desperately needs cut
04. Your mother? an hour away
05. Your father? is probably golfing
06. Your favorite item(s)? Bible, laptop, photos
07. Your dream last night? drowning in tests
08. Your favorite drink? fountain Diet Coke
09. Your dream guy/girl? man I married
10. The room you are in? our living room
11. Your fear? very loud noises
12. What do you want to be in 10 years? happy and healthy
13. Who did you hang out with last night? my dear husband
14. What are you not? a neat freak
15. Are you in love? totally absolutely forever
16. One of your wish list items? room for everyone
17. What time is it? six twenty seven
18. The last thing you did? read some blogs
19. What are you wearing? sweater, dockers, shirt
20. Your favorite book? Can't narrow down
21. The last thing you ate? mac and cheese
22. Your life? Busy but fun
23. Your mood? melancholy, wondering, happy
24. Your friends? light my world
25. What are you thinking about right now? job and future
26. Your car? green Honda Odyssey
27. What are you doing at this moment? typing up answers
28. Your summer? very very full
29. Your relationship status? happily forever married
30. What is on your TV screen? Play Station Game
31. When is the last time you laughed? Today with friends
32. Last time you cried? just last night
33. School? see it everyday

This was FUN...if you decide to play, let me know so I can come visit and read your answers!!

He Can See Clearly Now...

I took DSs 3 and 4 to the eye doctor on Saturday. I confess they have not been to a "real" eye doctor before. (I think somebody had a thing on their blog about a Loser Mommy---this "might" qualify!) Anyway, DS 4 is the person that sparked the visit because he has been seeing double. I haven't been for a while, so I decided to check my perscription as well...and I wanted sunglasses. DS 3 said, "I've been having trouble seeing the board." So we made it a "threesome".

DS 4 went first. He has to flex his eye muscles to help them see only one thing. No glasses. Vision is fine.

DS 3 went second. I stayed outside with DS 4 for this visit.

I went third. When I entered the room, the doctor said, "Your son is nearsighted. He needs glasses." Oops. Shrinks down into the exam chair wondering just how long the 12-year-old has had blurrd vision.

Then came the shopping part. Now DS 3 is not happy about wearing glasses. I know some of you have worn them all your lives. And I know it's really no big deal...but when you're 12 and when you're a boy and when...well you get the picture. We shopped for about 40 minutes looking for the "right" pair for him. In that time, I got two pairs (sun and regular).

In the course of our visit, we decided that DS 3 could get contacts. But I told him he still needed a pair of frames as back-ups. We finally settled on a pair.

Last night, I took him to pick up his frames. You would have thought that he was seeing the world for the FIRST TIME! Everything. Signs on the way home. Trees and their leaves. The carpet and it's piling. He couldn't believe how the TV looked (and we HAVE HD!).

And as I watched him, I realized that this is kind of how we are sometimes. We see through the clouds, our vision is blurry, and we can't tell what's "up ahead" in our lives. Then, suddenly, something changes. We get new perspective. A new angle. A fresh look. And it all looks different. I think this is what happens when Jesus gets ahold of us. We see people and things and situations in brand new ways.

Today, I'm going to try to see the world through new lenses. Maybe we'll call them "Jesus Glasses". And maybe, just maybe, the old will be brand new!!

What's It All About, Alfie?

When I was little, I took piano lessons. I hated practicing songs that I didn't know. I remember when my Mom bought me a book that was simple versions of "songs from the 70's". I learned to play this song, "What's It All About, Alfie?"

This morning I found myself humming it...as moment by moment at school revealed more and more horrible things. We were informed that a student would have to be tested one on one today. It seems this 12 year old youngster was arrested last week on sexual battery charges on another student at my school!! Then another person came in and told us there was a second student being investigated on ANOTHER sexual battery charge in a totally unrelated incident. And if that wasn't enough, the Department of Children and Families is investigating two different families on horriffic charges of child abuse.

THEY ARE KIDS!! Or are they?

This boy is 12 years old. His mug shot is on the police website for his arrest. Anyone can see it. The girl may attend our school as well. And I ask myself HOW does this happen?

I live in a relatively affluent city. Most of our schools are filled with upper middle class to the rich and wealthy kids. There are pockets, however, of total poverty here. My school represents one of those pockets. Many of our kids go home and don't always know where their next meal is coming from, where their parents are, and where they will sleep at night. Some learn crime from their older siblings, parents, and neighbors. Many have at least one parent who is incarcerated. Some have parents who speak little or no English. They simply came here looking for something better than they had in their country and they are doing the best they can to make their way in this place.

Regardless, the state testing continues. I get angry when I contrast the many children at my school who are sitting hungry, lonely, afraid and angry, in front of test booklets they cannot read today with those students in other schools across the city whose major concern is that they didn't get BOTH $180 pair of jeans this past weekend. It's true. Yet, those are the stories that no test results reveal. They never have and they never will.

So, today, I find myself humming...."What's it all about?????" I don't know WHO Alfie is...or was...but when I looked at the lyrics this morning to see why this song was coming to my mind...I was a bit stunned:

What's it all about, Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?
What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
Are we meant to take more than we give
or are we meant to be kind?
And if only fools are kind, Alfie,
then I guess it's wise to be cruel.
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie,
what will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above, Alfie,
I know there's something much more,
something even non-believers can believe in.
I believe in love, Alfie.
Without true love we just exist, Alfie.
Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie.
When you walk let your heart lead the way
and you'll find love any day, Alfie, Alfie.

May we all find a way to reach out and extend love to someone less fortunate than us this week. May we learn to reach across racial and ethnic boundaries. May we find a way to bring light into darkness; love where there's hatred; hope where there's despair. After all, "without true love we just exist, Alfie...Until you find the love you've missed you're nothing, Alfie!"

And, THAT'S what it's all about!!

By George, I think he's got it!!

As some of you know, we have had a change in our household this year. DH is no longer pastoring full time. He is coaching and consulting with churches throughout the country. This meant that we had to leave our church and go looking for one. It's hard because we come from a "traditional" denomination, but not a traditional church. It was a unique place with unique vision, unique worship and unique ministry.

I fretted for several months before our move about where we would go. I prayed that we would be able to give the new pastor transition time then go back to this church that we loved (even though it's 35 miles away). I, once again, am reminded though that my ways are not always God's ways.

Instead He led me to a church five minutes from my house through a pretty neat set of circumstances. I thought the "test" would be if my DSs 3 and 4 also liked it there. DS 4 hasn't been so sure...I think the change of familiar people has been hardest on him. DS 3 has liked it since our first visit. (DSs 1 and 2 stayed at our old church due to Youth Group and relationships--although DS 1 is now looking--but that is another blog for another day). So, that is where we have been since our move.

After I got it in my head that I couldn't expect anyone to preach like my DH...because each pastor is unique with unique passions, delivery, and style...I actually started settling down and asking God to teach me each week. And I'm learning.

Today we began a series the pastor is calling Eufouria...He knows it's not spelled correctly...it's a play on the word because there are four ways we bring a "Euphoric" state to God via our worship. Today he talked about that moment when you are completely removed from yourself and totally surrendered to God and His will. He used the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac to make this point. It was at that point when Abraham was raising the knife to sacrifice his son that he was completely out of it and surrendered to God...and thankfully, God showed mercy and spared Isaac. The pastor called this state of being, "zeroed out".

Anyway, he went on to talk about obedience and how we need to get out of the way "zero out" and obey God. He said, God doesn't want us to be "takers"...

About this time, DS 4 leaned over to me and said, "God only wants us to be givers." The pastor echoed DS 4's words from the stage. Upon the "confirmation" from the pastor, DS 4 leaned over again and said to me, "I'm really 'getting' this Bible down!" (Thank you for sharing, son, now listen to the rest of the sermon.)

As we were driving home, the kids and I were talking about the pastor's message and church in general. We were talking about the fact that the older boys haven't been as "Wowed" by this church as we have the one and only time they visited. DS 4, in all his 8-yr-old wisdom said, "Well..I didn't like it at first either. But I'm starting to. And I'm really learning the Bible, right Mom?" Yes, son, you are...thanks for sharing!!

Who knows? Maybe I should pull out some verses about "Being still" and quiet...they just might help with his TMI head issues!! Or better yet, maybe I could make some suggestions for the pastor's NEXT series!!

TMI--Is THIS an Excuse???

DS 4, age 8, is in the second grade at my school. This means that I get to hear first-hand when stuff goes "wrong" with him in the classroom (some of the time). I love his teacher and she is good about not giving me blow-by-blow details of his misdoings. He really doesn't get into trouble at school...but this week was a bit different....

I walked into his room on another unrelated issue yesterday, and the teacher asked me, "Did he tell you why he gets 'five' at recess today?" I said, "No." I should explain that "five" means you sit out for "five minutes" due to something that happened in the classroom or school grounds. Some kids get "ten" and others get "fifteen" depending on the infraction or the accumulation of "fives".

She proceeded to tell me that he was talking during the Code Red the previous day. Code Red is our lockdown drill. Our district started these soon after Columbine. It is a way to practice what to do if something is happening on or near the campus that requires lockdown for safety. The lights are off and the people in the room stay quiet. Apparently, my DS was talking during it!

Now, it did go for about 12 minutes that day. And I know that can seem like a long time, but they didn't know if it was a drill or a real lockdown. I'm thinking he needs to keep his mouth shut so he doesn't draw attention to him or his classroom...is that too much to ask?

Yesterday evening, I picked him up at his Grandparents' house. They took him home for me because I had a long meeting after school. He hopped in my car and said, "I got a note in my agenda today and I'm so mad!" I asked why. He tells me that he got a note during Music and that he had to write an apology letter....because he was TALKING during Music class.

I asked him, "Why can't you just keep your mouth shut when it's supposed to be?"

He replied, "I have too much information in my head and it has to come out!"

I had no reply to that. In my mind, I'm thinking "too much information"!?! Is that really the excuse he just used???? Why didn't he just say "I don't know." or "It's hard." Or any other number of excuses that are already in my "Mommy Handbook"...but TMI??? I wasn't ready for that one!

So, calmly I told him, "You're going to have to learn to hold all that information in your head until an appropriate time to tell somebody." He said, "I know. I try. But I can't."

Then I launched into the thing my Mother always pulled out of HER "Mommy Handbook" when someone said "I can't." I replied (in my best I'm-turning-into-my-mother-voice), "Can't never could!" He looked at me puzzled. I tried to explain without much success...maybe my explanation was too much information.

We left it that he would try to hold all that information in his head until an appropriate time to let it out...

...at least during Music and Code Reds!!

Thursday Thirteen #44

Thirteen Things Susan Thinks About "The TEST"... and High Stakes Testing in General

WARNING: This is MY Soap Box...so it may get a little lengthy....

1. Tests themselves are not "bad". They measure what kids know and can do. They also give educators very important information about what they have (or have not) taught. It's an opportunity for teachers to know if they are teaching and kids are learning.

2. HOWEVER, what is happening in "most" states with the "TEST" is really hard. In some cases these tests determine whether a child will "pass" a grade level or not. In my state, they could keep you in third grade for THREE years. (In all fairness, they say there are other ways to prove proficiency for third graders.....but they are just as rigorous and pretty much impossible to achieve.)

3. In some states they are tied directly to performance pay for "SOME" teachers. This means that teachers are becoming more and more competitive with each other over these tests.

4. Teachers of those students who struggle the most will not end up staying in those places where they are needed the most when growth on a test determines your effectiveness and pay.

5. There are a plethora of them in most states. Some kids take up to two weeks worth of tests. In Elementary particularly this is TOO MUCH! They ARE kids!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

6. Even though the data reports indicate that on any given day a child would have acheived at a range, the score is hard and fast and the range is not considered for kids who are retained based on the test. In other words, on another day, a child may have been OK and no one would have had a knee jerk reaction and charted his future. But ONE score (not the potential range) is the only thing that is considered and his future is set with no chance for change.

7. Every year we read about teachers who "cheat" or violate test security in some major ways. This is serious business. I don't condone it and I certainly do everything in my power to NOT compromise scores on any child's test. BUT I do "understand" how these people are driven to this point. They really want the kids to do well...and they make a choice that could cost them their job. I am not saying it's a good choice...only that I know the impetus behind it.

8. The depth of testing we do makes people (both teachers and students) CRANKY!

9. When schools are "graded" or "ranked" based on the test, I don't think you really get a fair picture of the school. There are schools in my district that are "A's" and I can tell you there is NO WAY my children would go to them....it really is misleading.

10. I know that No Child Left Behind was implemented with good intentions. But I spend my time working with kids who have been "left behind" because of this law. There are 11 year olds sitting in third grade...they feel "stuck" and "angry".

11. Some teachers spend so much time on test prep that they do not TEACH! In most cases these tests are tightly connected to what we are supposed to teach, but teachers don't trust that.

12. The intensity of it all, can zap the FUN right out of the classroom. I suspect that when we, as adults, look back on our schooling, we don't think about that great worksheet or test we took...instead the memories are made in the FUN. I worry that we are not helping kids love learning and school and fun sometimes.

13. Let me sum my soap box up: Tests, in and of themselves are not "bad" or "wrong"...it's what we DO with them that really BUGS me!!

A Semi-Wordless Wednesday...

It's state TEST week in our schools and I'm TIRED!!

Can SOMEBODY Tell Me....

Have you ever seen Linus sit and ponder with Charlie Brown? My favorite is when Charlie Brown shouts out "Can anyone tell me what Christmas is all about?" And Linus matter-of-factly steps up to the mike and shares the Christmas story from the Gospel.

This is no "Christmas Story" question...but it IS a "Charlie Brown" question....

CAN ANYBODY TELL ME WHY MY RSS FEED DOESN'T WORK ON MY BLOG????

Melli mentioned my RSS feed doesn't seem to be working. I tried to reset it on the template. I confess I had to ask her what to do...

Now, I've been wondering for a LONG time why my blogroll doesn't show "new" posts when I tell it to do so....I'm starting to think this is all connected.

I realize this is no where as deep as the real meaning of Christmas. But, I know some of you techies out there might be my Linus...step up to the mike and talk to me.

:-)

Monday Musings....

I love this speech delivered by Sojourner Truth in 1851 at a Women's Rights Convention. There is some discrepancy about what her actual words really were--this is an account given by Frances Gage, the leader of the movement many years after the convention.

There is, however, no question that she addressed the meeting (a room full of men--many who were ministers and women) in a very powerful way with her very tall (5'11'+ frame) and "soulful deep-toned voice". There is no question that she was NOT on the day's agenda...this was impromptu. And there is NO QUESTION that she spoke to the hearts of women (and men) in that room.

It really is a reminder that we, as women, are not so different from one another. In my mind it's so much more than equality...and/or feminism...it's about being part of a human race that really knows no race or ethnic differences. It's about recognizing that we are all God's children.

I love it, though that this woman who lived through slavery...in a time where it really wasn't apropos for a woman to speak in public...much less a black woman....wasn't afraid to speak what she believed. She spoke with passion. She spoke from her heart. She obviously lived her life with passion. Would that we would all find ways to defend a cause or help one another with such heart! I think we could change the world if there were more modern day "Sojourners".

And so, I ask myself...in what areas do I need to be bold and speak out on behalf of others? Here's Sojourner's example:

Ain't I A Woman?

by Sojourner Truth

Delivered 1851 at the Women's Convention in Akron, Ohio

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back , and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

Sunday Seven

I know that Jane over at Cozy Reader is participating in this meme...and I decided I'd give it a go. Soooooo....Heeerreee'ss my FIRST Sunday Seven:

1. I am so blessed to have DH home for such a stint this week. He came home on Tuesday and will leave again tomorrow.

2. The pastor at the church we have been attending has been doing a series on marriage and relationships. Today they played a rendition of The Newlywed Game (remember that show?) with three couples from the audience. It was interesting because the couple who had been married for 47 years didn't "win"...and neither did the couple who had been married less than a year...it was the "middle couple" (10 - 15 years) that "won". Here's what I know...it's not the "trivial things" that keep us strong and together...it's that shared vision...that desire to stick together...and truly being friends that keeps us together. I'm grateful that I'm married to my friend!

3. We had a great time at The Blue Man Group last night. It was fun. The kids really enjoyed watching them. I have to say it is such a multi-sensory experience...it's amazing to think about how they put it all together.

4. My SIL celebrated a birthday this week...Happy Birthday, C!!

5. My nephew, M, also celebrates his second birthday this weekend. He's a real joy to be around. Pray for him because he took a spill and broke his leg this week, too. I hear he has a hot red ELMO-type cast...and that he'd be up and running again soon.

6. As we looked at relationships at church, it's hard not to think about my two sons who are in dating relationships. It's evident that both boys know the value of being friends with their partner. I'm proud that they nurture that part of their relationships so well.

7. The weather is absolutely gorgeous out today. I AM thankful for living in a beautiful place where we can enjoy those around us.

Blessings Everyone!!

Bridge Crushing, Soccer and Blue Man Group

DS 3 and my FIL have been working on a Toothpick Bridge over the last month. This contest takes place in our town each year in February. DS 3's Science Teacher requires that each student participate once during their middle school years.

This is the third bridge we've made in our house. DSs 1 and 2 both had this teacher and had to do the project as well. Quite honestly, they weren't THAT into it (and neither were their parents). So, when DS 3 announced this was the year...we thought about asking Grandpa to help. He is a bit more meticulous than the other males in this neck of the woods.

Sure enough, he came through by helping DS 3 find a plan, build triangles, and glue glue glue. He and DS 3 worked hard and got all the sides built last week. Before they could stand it up and put the other supports on, though, FIL had to leave town...and may I say that DH came home "in the nick of time" to help finish the bridge project.

This morning DS 3, DH, FIL, DSs 2 and 4 and DS 2's GF went to watch "THE CRUSHER"! DS 3's bridge was the third one to be crushed. His held 10 pounds...they must hold 5 pounds to "qualify". Believe it or not they CAN make these things to hold the weight of a full grown man. (That never was DS 3's goal.)

The day continued as we all went to DS 2's soccer game. It was a "friendly game" and the first one of the club team's new season. They lost 1 - 0 (although we think there was a goal that didn't get called because it bounced back out of the net. Anyway, it was a pretty day to be out watching a game....

Tonight, we're all off to see The Blue Man Group

You may remember these guys from some TV commercials. They are "all blue" from head to toe and play unique and interesting percussion instruments. I saw them in Chicago back in May and loved it. It was a very fun event.

DS 2 has wanted to see them for a very long time (it's the drummer in him). DS 4 asked to go see them for his birthday...so we are all going.

I'm off to get ready. Hope your Saturday is going well.

Friday Feast

Appetizer
Where on your body do you have a scar, and what caused it?
I have a scar on my left index finger. This accident happened on DH's and my first New Year's Eve together. He was working late. I was making appetizers for us to celebrate the new year (1988) when he got home. I was trying to open a package of Gouda Cheese and I couldn't get it. I stuck the knife in and it ripped the cheese and into my finger. I had to get stitches (7 of them). DH was surprised when he walked through the door to relax and celebrate that we had to go to the hospital...but he was gracious as always.

Soup
What is something that has happened to you that you would consider a miracle?
When DS 4 was being delivered, the doctor kept telling us that we needed a C-Section. I had three babies naturally and couldn't believe this was happening. This was not my regular doctor as it was a Sunday. This particular doctor has a reputation for doing unnecessary C's, so I was VERY hesitant. The nurse helped us decide to go ahead. Now, when you watch the video, DS had completely tied the ubilical cord into a knot and it was wrapped around his neck! The doctor told us later that had he tried to come through the birth canal, we'd have lost him. He's our miracle.

Salad
Name a television personality who really gets on your nerves.
I mean no disrespect by this...but right now, it's between Anna Nicole and Brittney Spears. Anna is gone. Yet she is on my TV more now than ever. And Brittney...well...need I really go into it???

Main Course
What was a funny word you said as a child (such as "pasketti" for "spaghetti")?
My Dad used to sing the hymn "In the Garden" to me. The first line is "I come to the garden alone." I guess I once sang with him, "I come to the garbage alone..."

Dessert
Fill in the blank: I have always thought ______ was ______.
(This one was hard! I couldn't think of anything.I may come back and re-edit later if a better statement comes to mind.)
I have always thought beets are disgusting, smelly and gross!

Thursday Thirteen #42

Thirteen Reasons I LOVE Thursday Thirteen.....and will MISS it!!

1. It forces me to get around to blogs that I haven't seen before. And some of them I have found to visit again during the "non" TT days.

2. It makes me think about a list each week. This has been fun as it's really helped me learn more about myself.

3. I like it when my kids read it and tell me, "you should have said....." OR "I can't believe you said...."

4. I find that sometimes just "having" THIRTEEN thoughts about one subject can be difficult (who knew?).

5. I love finding new header graphics for it. I really love it that people are willing to share theirs. I need to learn to do that!!!!

6. It helps me know what other people think...and occasionally, I find that I'm not alone in my thinking.

7. I've been able to say things I love about people in my life...that I might not have said otherwise. I know it's a bad fault to not tell people just how much they mean...I'm guilty, however, of missed opportunities. This has helped me think of things.

8. I know I love it, cause I was sad, sad, sad, when I went to the site and found all the codes and stuff had been retired!!

9. I like surfing on Thursdays and getting comments from people who have never visited my blog before.

10. I love looking at my site meter on Thursdays because I can see all the places represented by TT visitors....

11. Sometimes, it keeps me on task...when I haven't blogged...or I don't know WHAT to blog, a Thursday will come around and I know I can do it.

12. It can make otherwise "mudane" facts...somewhat interesting.

13. It's JUST FUN!!!

Speaking of Clutter....

I know that some of you DO live in homes that are completely clutter-free. I even have one friend who, though she has "stuff", you'd never know it. I am always amazed when I visit her home. Then, there are others who simply have no extra "stuff"....they don't keep their kids' papers and artwork from school, they don't keep years worth of photographs, they don't keep Grandma's old dishes, or Grandpa's old pocketknife. Nope. These people keep nothing.

I think there HAS to be a balance of "keeping" and "purging", though.

I don't keep EVERY paper my kids ever brought home from school...Heaven knows we'd have enough paper to make up for some lost forest somewhere! I do have some of their writing, their artwork, and their awards. I want to give them to the boys someday.

I don't even have all of Grandma's old dishes...but I DO have some pieces that she shared with me when we cleaned out her home down here. That was a precious time. I learned more about my family history. I know that I have some pieces that have been touched by relatives I never had the chance to meet. I know that I have some things that were important to my Grandparents and thus have been "passed down". I love that.

Here's something else, though, that I've thought about clutter. I think EVERYONE has some somewhere.

Of course, your house may be "model home ready". You may not fret over anyone peeking in your closets at any time of the day or night. I applaud you. That is a gift. It's one that I simply do NOT have for the day-to-day of my life.

Clutter IS all around us...whether it's in a corner of the attic or the cobwebby corner of our minds. For some people, it's cluttered thoughts that need to be cleaned and straightened. For others, it's the cluttered day that bogs us down. Still others, find that their "clutter" comes from a calendar or their schedule.

I think the quote that I shared in my last post sums it up in a way:

Whether it is a cluttered desk, cluttered house, a cluttered room in the house, or even a cluttered mind trying to keep track of too many things; clutter is around us everywhere.

The fact of the matter is, we ALL have areas that could stand to be "de-cluttered". And, like my closet, we can choose to let it sit and fester until we explode and tear through it in a frenzied maelstrom. The problem is, then we find ourselves sitting in the middle of a pile of rubble (like my picture) not knowing quite where to begin. Or, we can empty and clear it out calmly and carefully, weed out the "old stuff" and start anew.

I'm going to spend today thinking about what else I'd like to "de-clutter". Then, piece by piece, bit by bit, layer by layer, I'm going to begin. This time, I'm going to do it without flurry and drama...but with a mission to find peace....in my thoughts, in my words, in my deeds, in my job, and yes, in my house.

Here's the scripture I'm going to rest in as I continue to declutter:

Ephesians 4: 22-23
22You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

I'm Out of the Closet!

Have you ever written a post that you didn't publish? I did, on Saturday...I was having a fit because I was being swallowed up by clutter! I keep saying I'm going to do something about it and on Sunday I did. I THREW everything....EVERYTHING....out of my closet. I emptied it completely out. This pile in the photo represents only one semi-small portion of the MESS MOUNTAIN (dust bunnies and all) that I made on my rampage.

It only took a few minutes for me to dump the entire thing into my bedroom and bathroom. Once it was done, though, I wanted to sit in the middle of it and CRY--but there was NO WHERE to SIT! I thought, "What the HECK (OK I might not have thought "heck") did I do???" But I promised to get it done before DH came home on Tuesday. So I had to start whittling away at it. {Note: I did email him in the middle of this to tell him what I had done....and that sweet man said, "Don't worry about it....it will all be fine..."}

Since I am a Pottery Barn catalog nut, I know all about containers for organizing. I love that look. Knowing no one is really going to look at my closet (except now the blogging world via these photos), I decided it would be ridiculous to spend THAT much money on organizers.

My second choice for container shopping would be Ikea...but that's no where near me. Soooo....I did the next best thing....I headed to my favorite hangout in town...TARGET! I bought two shelf units and a cubbie unit the wire "milk crates" and the canvas containers. I had plenty of plastic storage crates to "fill in" where there were gaps.


I started by putting things in the back of the closet that I do not use regularly....my Christmas Gift Wrap, cards, and boxes are now up there. Then, I moved to the gift items I keep on hand for special occasions. I WEEDED out a TON and kept some "just in case".

Next I went through every piece of clothing that I own and either hung up or put in the "give away" pile. Actually, I had to do this to be able to go to bed last night. It's a good thing DH wasn't home, because there was only room for me in the bed...and there WAS no room to turn over. Anyway, I hung everything up by type and color. I've had it this way before...but "the best laid plans..." I like being able to locate things quickly, so I'm going to give it a try again.

The "give away" pile was HUGE...by the time I got done with the clothes. Early this morning, I loaded my van with bags and boxes and headed to Goodwill (knowing full well I might have another trip). The guy kept thinking I was done and I'd open another door and pull out more stuff. It was like the "donation Clown Car". He said, "I'm SURE you want a receipt." I took it and left.

My closet also has to house my scrapbooking supplies. So, today that was my focus. I wanted to bring some order to that total chaos. I spent today pretty much weeding out cropping stuff and
finally organizing those photos that were out of sequence. You can see the black sorting boxes under my shirts to the left. These house all my uncropped photos from 1986 to the present. They are now labeled and in order.

I was also able to put paper and supplies on the shelf next to these boxes and my travel cropping bags on the other side. They fit beautifully. I can't remember the last time I cropped. At least this way, I can get my hands on just a few needed items and do a little bit instead of having to make an entire production out of it.

Is it done yet? Yes, the closet is pretty much done except for one load of laundry that has to be washed and folded...and hung in its proper place.

On Saturday before this all started, I found a quote about clutter and I put it in my unpublished post. Here's a portion of it:
Feeling drained of energy? Never seem to get anything done? Perhaps one of the contributing factors is clutter.... Whether it is a cluttered desk, cluttered house, a cluttered room in the house, or even a cluttered mind trying to keep track of too many things; clutter is around us everywhere. Using a system based on Feng Shui [the author] leads you through the process of uncluttering your life and returning to a more relaxed state.

I don't know if its truly "feng shui", but I know that I feel better about it and I actually DO feel a bit more relaxed...tired and sore too...but calmer when I think about it. So, now the only problem...to find my "relaxed state" means I have to be "in the closet" until I tackle the other areas in my house that need attention. Oh well, at least there's room to sit in there!

Have a GREAT week everyone!! I hope to catch up on your posts soon. I've missed you all!!

Friday Feast

Appetizer: What sound, other than the normal ringing, would you like your telephone to make?
I think a nice piano would be good...Jim Brickman style.

Soup: Describe your usual disposition in meteorological terms (partly cloudy, sunny, stormy, etc.).
OK, I wanted to say "Sunny" (of course)...instead I have to say "Hurricane Warning" with scattered Sunshine. The only reason I say "Hurricane"...is because I lead a pretty frenzied life...there's a lot going on and yet, there's always that "eye" where things are pretty calm and peaceful too. (Gosh, the truth hurts sometimes!)

Salad: What specific subject do you feel you know better than any other subjects?

Since I sleep, eat and breathe Literacy...I'd have to say "Reading Instruction". My job is to coach teachers in the implementation of best-practices for Reading instruction. It's my passion and I'm glad to know that I get to do it every single day.

Main Course: Imagine you were given the ability to remember everything you read for one entire day. Which books/magazines/newspapers would you choose to read?

The Bible for sure. I don't "retain it" like I should. It's my dream to be like those people who have a scripture for every occasion. I simply don't. Secondly, I think I'd choose a language book for a total second language.

Dessert: If a popular candy maker contacted you to create their next confection, what would it be like and what would you name it?

Decadent Dark CHOCOLATE! Don't know what I'd name it...I'll have to think about that one....

Isn't she lovely?????

...and isn't he WONDERFUL????

My sweet husband is out of town this week...part of the changes we've gone through recently. This new job focus has him out until about the middle of March. He's been home on the weekends--which has been wonderful.

This past weekend, we went out for what I decided was our Valentine's Dinner. I've been a bit under the weather, so I wasn't much company. But, even after 20 years of marriage, I still LOVE talking and sharing with him. It was a wonderful evening despite my not feeling so good.

I sent him an eCard today. I really didn't expect anything since we went out.

Today I had a meeting at our District Office, so I didn't get in to the school until 1:00pm. When I walked in the door several of our office people were there and they all said, "You have a gift....we want to watch you open it...go get it!" I thought it was strange as people have been getting flowers for the past two days.

When I opened it up, this adorable bear is what I found! She's a Vermont Teddy Bear and she's absolutely BEAUTIFUL! She came with the forever roses that you see in the picture and a tag saying "Happy Valentine's Day!"

She's now sitting on this bench in my family room with all my other bears.

She looks perfect there. And, he made my day! I know I've said it before, but......

Yes, I DO LOVE THAT MAN!!

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Valentines

See below for current post. This one will be at the top until Valentines next week. I saw this over at Mary's Place I loved Valentines Day when I was little....I think it will be fun to get Valentines again. So, put your pretty bag decorated for Valentine's on the edge of your desk and let's play!! Leavea comment if you're playing and I'll send one your way too!!


Get your own valentine

:-) Susan

Am I a profiler?

As much as I don't want to admit it, I am a profiler! I think I have always been a bit this way...but 9/11 brought it to a whole other level in my life. I try and avoid it. I try not to do it. I fail miserably, at times, however.

The first time I taught in a school that was predominantly African American, I had to deal with this. I have NEVER considered myself a prejudice person...but I found out that we DO sometimes have hidden prejudices. We have "beliefs" about a culture or ethnic group that sometimes dictate our response to that group. That year, I used to tell people that the only "white thing in that classroom was me and the copy paper." And it was true. I knew I had a lot to offer them and I was happy to be there. I never dreamed, though, just how much I'd learn FROM my 17 inner city kids and their parents. Slowly, but surely, layer by layer, I had to come face to face with the little prejudices that I had somewhere inside me...you know the ones that make us think there's an "us" and a "them"? I believe I was a much better person for this experience.

As I said, 9/11 made me keenly aware that I had other "uncovered prejudice" though. I suddenly became aware of a culture called "Middle Eastern" and this religion called, "Islam" and this place called "Afghanistan". I confess, when I see women dressed in burqas and the men that are with them, I often wonder, "Could they be a terrorist?" For that, I am sorry...and just like my immersion in the inner city African American culture, I find myself face to face with my own "issues" through school, community, and world events.

It was no accident, in my opinion, that I read the book The Kite Runner this weekend. It had been recommended to me by a friend. I had seen it pop up on many many blogs. So, I picked it up. And, boy am I GLAD I DID!

This book is a poignant reminder that what lies beneath all skin color and religious differences, is humanness. In our humanness we are so much alike. We hurt. We fall. We laugh. We cry. We fear. We mess up. All the human emotions we can name are things that know no racial, economic or ethnic boundaries.

The Kite Runner is a beautifully told story about life in Afghanistan before and after the Taliban. It is a story of the human spirit. Of bitter truths. Of the beautiful possibility that we all have for redemption...and for bringing beauty out of ashes.

If you have not read this book, do. Here is the New York Times' Review. And here is a quote from a site called, Book-Club:

The glimpses that the reader sees of a precious and loved culture, of a city fondly remembered, of proud and strong Afghani traditions are contrasted with the shocking visit back to Afghanistan to find a city and the people brought low by cruel and insane violence. Hosseini convincingly portrays the power of racism to poison even the most innocent of boyhood friendships.

What is so satisfactory about The Kite Runner is that the pain and the hurt is never sentimentalised and brushed away. The damage done in childhood causes irreversible scars that aren't magically made to disappear. There is no Hollywood sunset ending. Reconciliation and redemption is never easy. But there is hope, a hope that is tinged with the sadness of so much destruction - insane political destruction on a grand scale and on a personal scale, the destruction of one unique and precious friendship.

And, may we all profile less and reach across our own "borders" more!

It's a Small, Small World!!

This has been an interesting week, for sure. It's one of those weeks when I am convinced that we really DO live in a small, small world.

First, I received an email from dh this week. It was a forward of an email he received after a church service last Sunday. Here's the story:

Last Sunday, the sender of the email, C, was in church in Austin, Texas. Her pastor referred to the "coaching process" they are undergoing and mentioned my dh's name. C was floored because she was a member of our church in the Tampa area over 8 years ago. Afterwards, she talked with the pastor and found out that it was, indeed, my husband.

Thank goodness for Google---she googled my dh and found his email address. They are going to try and get together later this month when dh is back out her way.

Let me tell you, C was (and is) very special to us. Circumstances have just caused our paths to drift apart. She cared for DS 3 when he was a baby until he went to preK. She used to volunteer in my classroom when I needed additional help (as her daughters went to my school). She spent countless hours just laughing with and caring for us in so many ways. In fact, my boys still tell what they lovingly call: "Mrs. C Stories"!

It was C who understood my apprehension and utter denial when I found myself pregnant with DS 4 (long story for another day). One particular Sunday, when I skipped church...and sat at home to sulk , my doorbell rang. I muttered as I walked to answer it in my disheveled and depressed state. There, at the door, was my friend, C who had her frying pan and all the crepe fixins' in her hand (something I loved her to make). She said, "Put on your bathrobe and meet me in the kitchen, I'm making us crepes for breakfast!" There WAS no telling C "no"! We sat at my dining room table and laughed and cried until I felt better. It was an amazing moment of sheer friendship that I will never forget.

C is now living in Texas with her daughter. They just moved there in December. How exciting that we are now going to be able to reconnect!! God is good.

A second, and no less surprising, thing happened a couple of days later. I was watching the news and they were talking about our state education test, the FCAT. They interviewed a high school teacher and she looked familiar to me...then they posted her name, MJ, on the screen. I think my jaw dropped to the floor.

MJ and her husband were my youth leaders when I was in the 7th and 8th grade (30 years ago)! We used to babysit their kids when they were young. We used to go stay at their house. They are part of the reason that I continued in my faith as a teenager.

We reconnected one time about 21 years ago when they lived in a north Florida city. That was the last time I heard from them. Now, here she was, on my TV screen this week!!

Thank goodness for Google...I was able to google her name...and find her school in northern Florida. I emailed her at her school address and received an email back the very next day.

Of course, her kids are grown and now having kids! And her husband, who was in banking, has now become an Episcopal Priest!

Isn't it amazing how time flies???

And isn't it amazing just how SMALL this world really is (thanks to Google) ???

Friday Feast 4/130

Appetizer - Have you been sick yet this winter? If so, what did you come down with?

I haven't been down-for-days sick, but I did catch a cold in New York City in December. Right now, I can feel a sore throat and nasal congestion coming on. I'm praying it goes away...and I'm pumping the vitamins!!

Soup - What colors dominate your closet?

I'd have to say it's blues, khakis, reds and browns. In the summer, it changes though to more pinks, greens, and tans.

Salad - How would you describe your personal "comfort zone"?

I definitely have personal space. I can't stand it when someone stands too close to me. As far as going out and trying things....I'll try almost anything once....notice I said "almost". You've got to have an "out" when you need it.

Main Course - On which reality show would you really like to be a contestant?

Oh my goodness...I LOVE the family version of Amazing Race. I think that would be so fun.

Dessert - Which holiday would you consider to be your favorite?

Christmas...hands down!!

Maybe it should be FRIDAY FIFTEEN....or Maybe I'm just a Ditz!

There's a danger in list making, you know. There's always a chance that you'll leave someone out. This is exactly what happened to me with my Thursday Thirteen list. I added my Grandmother to my extended family out of town...thanks to my stepMother for keeping me on my toes! And, my FIL commented tonight about my list and it was then that I realized that I left them off the list, too!!!!!!!!

So, maybe I need to have the Friday Fifteen tomorrow...and add these two special entries:

14. My Grandmother...she is an amazing woman who continues to learn. Her computer skills are amazing. My boys think it's so "cool" to IM with their great Grandmother. She's instilled in me the knowledge that family is important. She values memories and special things that "take her back". She is why I'm into keepsakes. I love you, Grandma!!

15. My in-laws....they are simply the best!! They continue to give and give and give to family and others. As I have become part of the working community in our town...again and again I run into people who have been touched by these two people. It's really special. Although I wouldn't have said it ten years ago, I'm glad we live in the same town. It's been a blessing far greater than I'd ever imagined.

Thursday Thirteen #41

Thirteen Things SUSAN LOVES(in honor of Valentine's Day) 1. My husband...I miss him so much when he is gone. I am so thankful for his friendship and companionship. He's a blessing to me beyond what I could ever put into words. As we approach our 20th anniversary...I find myself regularly pinching myself to be sure it's for real. Thank you, hon, for all the love you give to me. I LOVE YOU!! 2. My boys...I'm always amazed when people look at me sadly when they find out I have four boys. I wouldn't trade being a "boy Mom" for anything. I know I would have loved girls, too. But I KNOW God gave us a special calling to raise boys into Godly men. I'm watching that happen...and it fills my heart with more love for them than I could ever imagine. I love you D, M, J, and A with ALL MY HEART!!!! 3. My parents...Dad, Mom, and C. I am so thankful for each of them. I can't think of a time when they haven't been there for me. I am so blessed that the three of them have gone out of their way to have a united front when it came to us (their kids) and now their Grandkids. My friends remind me over and over how blessed I am that we all "get along". I know it's true...and I love you all for it. 4. My brothers...Dan and Greg. I think about these two and smiles immediately come to my face and warmth to my heart. I don't think life has ever been dull in our family...and I think they are a large part of that. Thanks for all you do to keep us focused on each other and enjoy life. You guys are special!! 5. My BIL and SIL...Dave and Heather. We are so glad that you two are back on this side of the country. It will be great to finally be able to get together and see each other more often. Still, we know that with distance between us...you two are "there" for us. For that, we are grateful!! You continue to be in our prayers as you go through this journey. 6. My SIL...Christie. You are so special! It's been great to see you and Greg grow your sweet family. They are such a blessing to me. Thank you for the many ways you give to the extended family. It's such a gift when someone marries into a "bunch" like ours and just "rolls with it". 7. My Tampa nieces and nephew (C, K, and Z)....you all "bless Aunt Susan's socks off"! I love watching you grow. Your laughter and spirit are just so beautiful. I love the way that you love your "big boy cousins". You, also, love to laugh...this will serve you well as you spread joy to those around you. 8. My Orlando nieces and nephews (R, J, H, and M)....it's exciting that we are getting to see more of you now. I love it when you visit and you just feel "at home"....this blesses me! The love you all have for each other and your family is so special. As you grow, I know you are going to do great things. I can't wait to see what amazing things are in store for each of you. 9. My Grandma, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins....there are so many of them, it's hard to count. I have to say, though, I have the best extended family. Although we don't see each other often...it's as if we are together all the time. We communicate via email, phone and those rare face-to-face visits. Despite the distance...this family is close. I know that if I need anything all I have to do is call out...and someone would be there. That's a great security! 10. My Bible Study Friends....I am so grateful for this small group of women. They are unafraid to challenge me and help me grow. They also bring me so much joy. I LOVE laughing and talking and singing and praying together. Thank you for filling a void in my life. I'm forever grateful. 11. My Work Friends....I have some very special friends at work that help me. There is no question that this is a place of "TEAM" and minus the "I's" that sometimes exist in workplaces. I can imagine no better work situation than this. It's a joy to go to a place that I enjoy being each and every day. 12. My Writing Buddies and Friends....Over the years I have made so many friends via my job. There are three who have become very special "writing buddies". At some point in time over the last 8 years, I have published with each of them at least once (and some twice). I love it that even though miles separate us...when we are together....things just "pick up where we left off". These are the best kinds of friendships to have. 13. I know I should have started with Jesus. Truth is, without Him, NONE of these people would be in my life. I know that "every good and perfect gift" comes down from Him. I am eternally blessed that He loves me so much to fill my life with such great family and friends.

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