Sunday, February 28, 2010

I found out Bug's calling...Advertising

Overheard this morning at breakfast, as Bug sat at the kitchen table all by his lonesome..."These honey nut cheerios are sweet AND crunchy!"

*Originally posted March 29, 2008

Friday, February 26, 2010

Follow Friday

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Thanks for dropping by! Put your feet up, make yourself at home - new visitors and long time friends alike.

This is the beginning of another busy weekend for our house - just the way we like it. Church tonight and Sunday morning. I have a new song to learn by tonight (just got the words yesterday but it isn't too bad). Tomorrow we will be back working at the duplex units at Manville so Saturday will be full of construction and cleaning and painting and making ready homes for people. Lots of fun! Really, it is. Hard work but fun!

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5 Question Friday

My Little Life

1. Do you sing karaoke? If so, what is your go to song? 

I don't sing karaoke - anymore.  When I hung out at the bars I did ALL the time.  Didn't have a go to song that I can remember though.  Now that I don't go to the bars, there is no one around with a karaoke machine.  Maybe I need to invest!  (Let's take up a collection!  {grin})

2. What is your favorite coffee drink?

  I wasn't looking forward to answering this question because I thought I was all alone in my non-coffee drinking world BUT I have found at least two other bloggers who don't.  My friends all think I am strange.  I get my caffiene fix from pepsi, sometimes I go and get all radical and have pepsi lime (I know!).  But I don't even drink that every day. 

3. If you could choose your own name, what would it be?

Oh, I have no idea.  When I was a kid I always wanted to have a girl name that could have a boyish nickname, like Samantha or Jolene.  I know, I wanted to be Sam or Joe or something like that.  I hated being called Angie (still not really fond of it but at least I don't hit people...anymore...{grin})

4. Were you ever bullied?

Not that I can remember.  The only time I can even really think of was when our house burned down and the kids teased us that my brother had done it - even though it was an electrical fire {sheesh} but that was even more geared to my brother.  Um, so not likely.

5. How often do you eat fast food?

Are we classifying Subway as fast food? I would say that I eat fast food once a week to two weeks. I really try not to eat McDonalds; it makes me feel sick {gee, I wonder why?}

Why not join yourself and pop on by MamaM's.  C'mon!  You know you wanna....

You're back

Thank goodness!  I was a little nervous.  Whew!  Now I can carry on my day.  At ease, people.  It all worked out.  {grin}

and you guys were nervous....

I'm not a follower!

According to Blogger, I am not following ANY blogs!  Um, exqueeze me?  I had lots of blogs I was following!  What if I can't find you all....?

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Perhaps YOU will know

Just how wet is "wet wet"? Jellybean & Bug were playing in puddles on a walk at their grandparents and according to Jellybean, M & Bug got "wet wet" but she only got a little wet.

*Originally posted April 9, 2008

Declutter bug strikes again!

I've been on a decluttering kick - have been for some time now.  It seems to be a never ending task in this house anyway.  (Anyone else?  Just me?  Oh...)

The other day I attacked Bug's room.  No before or after pictures.  Kind of glad about that though.  The "before" scared me enough to wonder if I would find someone's small child in there alone and scared or Jimmy Hoffa or something.  Still, I put on my brave face (perhaps some rubber gloves {grin}) and grabbed a bag for garbage.  His room is now clean and this is what I took out of it.  I would also like to mention that this was ALL trash! (broken toys, filled coloring books, things boys collect that their moms don't want to know were in the house - sort of kidding).

(Ok, so the milk jug and the laundry detergent bottle were not a part of his room but, the three bags of garbage and the really ratty pillow were.)

I also gathered a whole lot of stuff from our house to go to the thrift store (And again, still lots more stuff for me to gather and/or get emotionally ready to leave my house.  WHY are we so attached to things!?)

The painting is not something I have parted with but it has been moved to my husband's office.  LOOK at all that stuff - just look at it! The more I get rid of the more "extra" clutter drives me crazy and I am getting a bit more ruthless.

However, I did end up bringing more stuff into my house.  You do have to replace the clothes you get rid of - especially when your children seem to out-grow everything at once.  I did get some really good deals though!

Found, at WalMart, 2 pair of rubber boots for my children.  Originally cost $12/pair.  Purchased for $3/pair.  Both kids equipped for half the cost of one pair! And, as I have a girl and a boy left at home, I did what any loving "this aint no fashion show" mom frugal mom would do.  I bought my daughter a pair of plain dark blue boots from the boys department for $3 instead of spending $16.00 to get her pink ones with flowers that will be covered in mud {as soon as the snow begins to melt}; this way, in two years, her brother will fit them fabulously.

I also found some great shirts for the kids.  $75.00 worth of clothes for them for the much smaller cost of $13.00!  My kids need to wear dress clothes to school and, at times, it can be very hard to find suitable stuff for them. 

Here's what I found...

(Sorry, don't know why it is rotated and can't get it fixed, gtaking this from a memory stick and, although rotated properly on the stick, it is spinning it sideways)
Flower print shirt for Jellybean $3.00
White polo shirt for Bug   $3.00
Fooler hooded shirt w/ brown cord jacket for Bug  $7.00

My kids can wear all of these things to school and church and, other than the polo shirt, are clothes they would choose to wear everyday.  The hooded shirt Bug can only wear on "casual" Fridays but I am very happy with my "deals".  Now to find them some more pants.  {sigh}

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Wordless Wednesday- You know you're from Canada when...

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Black & White Wednesday

the long road
I LOVE our church! LOVE it! But more than that, I LOVE what God has been doing in the lives of the people in our church. Lives are being changed; families are being restored. I took these this past weekend (as I am one of the photographers for the church and its new, sometime-soon-coming website).
Taken during a time of testimonies.

This is our pastor's wife and one of our pastors. She is my worship team leader and is one of the most poised, elegant, godly women I have ever met.

Our pastor praying for someone during altar call. He has so much passion and such a heart for God. If I were to have role models in this life, it would be him and his wife!

This picture was taken, again, during the altar time.

For more fantastic Black and White Wednesday posts go to Long Road to China

Monday, February 22, 2010

How much can I get for this much?

I used to work at a gas station and we had a young girl that would come in with a ziploc baggie full of coins and ask us "How much can I get with this much?". Drove me bonkers. Drove us all bonkers, actually. You had to count the money and figure out how much candy she could get with that much money and the taxes, and work around her with customers who were wanting to pay for their gas, etc. She came in every day - some days several times a shift.
I don't know why I shared that other than it popped into my head right after I finished making 12 wraps for school lunches. One for tomorrow and eleven for the freezer. I got to thinking "wow. I think I just made the main part of 12 lunches for the cost of a McDonalds meal" and that got me to thinking, "how much can I get for this much".
I know.
Don't even try to figure out how my brain works at times - you will feel lost and slightly confused. Unless you do have the same process of thought as I do and then, perhaps, we can help each other out. Never know! {Grin}
I'll bet you are wondering what I made, aren't you? Well, wondering or not I am about to tell you - even show you! Lucky you. {grin}
I found this recipe for Salsa Chicken over at From My Kitchen (thanks Brandi!) quite awhile ago. Today I threw 3 chicken breasts in the crockpot with some salsa (I buy ours in bulk so I guesstimate at how much it was - perhaps a cup) and shredded them up. On 12 tortillas, I spread out some sour cream that I had just bought for $0.50 (I know!), put a couple forkfuls of the shredded chicken and topped it with shredded cheddar. I wrapped them up individaully in plastic wrap and then put them in a freezer bag.
Take a peek at these... (Yumm-o)

11 of the 12 I made (#12 is for tomorrow's lunch)

I would guess that the 12 of these wraps cost me approximately $7 to make. You're looking at about $0.58 per wrap.

When I look at that, I just don't know if I could ever pay $6.50 for a Big Mac Meal or $5.29 for a 6-inch sub with baked chips and a drink at Subway again. (Ok, maybe hardly ever; I really like Subway!)

Revamping, Purging and What-Not

BigB & I sat in our living room on Saturday evening and realized we are tired.  Tired of it looking the same way for the past few years.  We will be starting a revamping of our own place; we have been spending a lot of time and energy helping out at Manville and that is great (wouldn't change it) but it is time for an overhaul of our house.

We discussed general paint colors and different things we want to do in the living room, kitchen and our bedroom.  We will be starting in the living room.  I have the paint chips to look at and for us to decide on.  Maybe tonight.  There are some things that I can move and then we wait a bit, get some paint and plan for an afternoon or two to do some painting.

I will make sure to include before and after pictures but you will need to be patient.  It could take awhile for the after to be done.  {grin}
I am definitely excited about getting it done.  Sometimes change is good!

Last week I went through Bug's room and got rid of a bunch of stuff from there.  Felt good to get another three shopping bags of stuff out of my house.

Speaking of which I have two or three more bags downstairs to take to Value Village and get out from my house.  Huzzah!  Can't wait for it to be all gone!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

I am his enemy

BigB & I were out with Bug today and Bug kept wrapping his arms around my legs and telling me that I was his enemy (or rather his emeny but I caught what he meant). The second time he told me I was his enemy I asked him why he thought that. Well, bless the little turkey's heart but here is his reasoning, "Mama, the Bible tells us to love our emenies so you have to be my emeny."

My kids are too cute for my own good...

*Originally written May 16, 2008 when Bug was almost 5 years old.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Ssshhhhh...Can you keep a secret?

Of course you can!  Which is why I am telling you all because I need to tell someone - so why not my best internet blogging buddies?  Right?  Right.  That is exactly what I thought!

So, here goes.

There is a young lady I know; she is like a daughter to us.  She is a single mom to a beautiful 2 and a half year old who calls me "Gramma". I may only be 35 years old but that she loves my husband and I enough to make us "Gramma" and "Papa" is enough to make me look right past the whole "GRAMMA?!-thing".

Anywho, this young lady had a bit of a falling away a few months ago and has just a couple months ago found her way home again.  She has begun coming back to church, and restoring the relationship with her parents as well as deciding to move in with them (she is old enough to be on her own this isn't a 'run-away' scene but a relationship mending one - YAY!)

And again with the digressing...

Anyway, as she was on her "falling away" (as I called it above), she made a few errors in judgement.  One of those errors is resulting in this "Gramma" being "Gramma" to one more baby in a few months.  Granted, it may not have come about in the most ideal way or fashion or timing (for her, as she now may not be able to finish her college at this time) but, I am so excited to be able to snuggle and love and spoil this new "Grandbaby" of mine.  It is also an honor and a privelege to "share" this joy with my "grandchildren's" real grandparents as they are remarkable people!

Anyway, YAY for me.  Handing out virtual chocolate (for us women) cigars with an "It's a _____?" band on them!

Health Records Laughs

I used to work in Health Records and I have seen some very silly things; these are not them. I am taking this from an email my cousin sent me. VERY fun stuff!

"Actual sentences found in hospital patient charts"

She has no rigors or shaking chills, but her husband states she was very hot in bed last night.

Patient has chest pain if she lies on her left side for over a year.

On the second day the knee was better, and on the third day it disappeared.

The patient is tearful and crying constantly. She also appears to be depressed.

The patient has been depressed since she began seeing me in 1993.

Discharge status: Alive but without my permission.

Healthy appearing decrepit 69 year old male, mentally alert but forgetful.

The patient refused autopsy.

The patient has no previous history of suicide.

Patient has left white blood cells at another hospital.

Patient's medical history has been remarkably insignificant with only a 40lb weight gain in the past 3 days.

Patient had waffles for breakfast and anorexia for lunch.

Between you and me, we ought to be able to get this lady pregnant.

Since she can't get pregnant with her husband, I thought you might like to work her up.

She is numb from her toes down.

While in ER, she was examined, X-rated and sent home.

The skin was moist and dry.

Occasional, constant infrequent headaches.

Patient was alert and unresponsive.

Rectal examination revealed a normal size thyroid.

She stated that she had been constipated for most of her life, until she got a divorce.

I saw your patient today, who is still under our car for physical therapy.

Both breasts are equal and reactive to light and accommodation.

Examination of genitalia reveals that he is circus sized.

The lab test indicated abnormal lover function.

The patient was to have a bowel resection. However, he took a job as a stock broker instead.

Skin: somewhat pale but present.

The pelvic exam will be done later on the floor.

Patient was seen in consultation by Dr. Blank, who felt we should sit on the abdomen and I agree.

Patient has two teenage children, but no other abnormalities.

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Birds and the Bees and The Pharmacy Tech?

*I origianally posted this on my "other blog", the one my whole family has access to, including Rush which is why I moved here - to sort through things a little more discreetly. Anyway, I posted it Jan 5, 2009 and given the bunch of fun mamas and some nurses I have drop by, I thought you would all enjoy a laugh. (I am going to be moving some of my posts from the other blog over here little by little - just to keep some special stories all together)

Are you ready? Let's begin...

Last night Jellybean came downstairs to tell me that she just heard that someone we know may be pregnant. She also told me how it says in the Bible that being pregnant without being married is a sin. I told her she was pretty much right but that it's not the being pregnant but the having sex that is not right. She looked at me quite befuddled and quizically asked, "What does sex look like?"

PANIC raced through me!!!!!! Cra-ap!! Why did I correct her!? She would have been just fine thinking it was 'pregnant' at least for the next 15 years, right??? "What does sex look like?! What does it look like??!!!". I can hear that question pounding in my ears.

"Oh, honey, you don't need to worry about that right now. Mommy will explain it all to you when you are a little older. For now all you need to know is that it is something special between mommy's and daddy's."


"Mommy...? I think I know what sex looks like."

"Oh?", I whispered with my mind racing through all the things she could say so I could "plan" my response.

"Yeah. I think it looks like a vitamin."

I stifle a laugh."No, it isn't a vitamin but right now you are a bit too young to really understand what it is but, I promise, as soon as Mommy and Daddy think you are ready to understand I will talk to you and explain it. Okay?"

"Okay," she said, smiling sweetly at me as she bounded from my chair and out of my office.

"Whew!" I feel my lungs begin to exhale a huge sigh of relief and my heart rate slows to normal. I wiped the beads of sweat that had begun to form on my brow and began to wonder when WOULD she be ready? When would I?

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I don't know how you speak to or about people but I came across a blog that really made me sad for the people participating in the discussions and the ones they were talking about.

They said things like: "this man of mine will be intruding on my tv time", "time to pick up the monsters from school", "my girls are making me nuts", and "I feel your pain. I had the kids home for 4 days". Even the joke the blog had as one of its posts...all derrogatory jokes about men. Yes, sometimes they can be funny (maybe - not really) but, does that make it right to say them?

I like to live my life speaking positive about people, about my life, about things. I could never refer to my children as monsters and I have never complained about them being home. My children are the light of my life and I love being with them- granted, some days require more patience than others but I can't even begin to imagine talking about them or my husband with such negative tones.

I think we must choose to speak life about people, things, situations. Our words can bring life or death - meaning, if I hear that I am a pain to someone I am going to feel like I am a pain and unloved.

I choose to honor the people in my life by using kind, uplifting words. What do you feel about the whole thing? Do you make the extra effort to speak kindly or do you just let your words fall out of your mouth like verbal diarrhea?

I know that our words will not only honor the person we are speaking about but by using uplifting words and speaking positively, we are honoring God by doing what He asks us to do, loving our neighbor.

This meeting is called to order

Do you have family meetings?  What about you and your spouse (significant other)? Do you have meetings with each other?

At our house, we do.  We do both.  BigB and I will meet to discuss things that pertain to things that are in their preliminary stages,  household finances, budgeting plans, etc.  When we have family meetings we discuss things that are more family oriented: what will we do with the money we get from returning our recyclable bottles - vacation savings account or where?  Things like how people have been doing on their chores, what needs to be changed, what is working with our schedules, what isn't working, what needs tweeking.

So?  Do you meet or not?  What do you discuss?  How often do you meet?

Do you run your house like a business or are you a fly-by-the-seat-of-your pants kinda house.

Honestly, I fluctuate between the two.  Sometimes I get too lazy to put in the extra effort and I can tell - we seem to fall apart somewhat.   

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Black and White Wednesday - Destruction

This picture was taken of the hospital I was born in, the hospital I had my tonsils removed in and the hospital to which I was taken the first time I was raped. My dad was born in this hospital and my auntie was the Nursing Unit Manager of the Pediatrics Dept. My brother and sister were born here. My sister was born a few weeks premature; she fought for her life here. My dad was brought here when he hurt his back when he was (I believe) hit by a tree while working as a lumber jack. Up until our house burned down, he had the letter I "wrote" to the doctors as a three year old, thanking them for helping my daddy.
I cried when they tore it down. This was that day.
Head on over to Long Road to China to see more fabulous photos!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My wandering heart

Yesterday afternoon, for 2 hours, Rush sat with me in the same room for the third time since running away from home.  The first time was, by far, the hardest, the most awkward, the most painful.  The second time was, a bit, easier.  The first day of that second visit was great; she snuggled with the kids and laughed with us, and let her guard down.  The second day of that second visit couldn't end soon enough.  She put up a wall and began speaking to us all with arrogance and, almost, hatred in her voice.

Yesterday she came with my mom to visit.  It has gotten easier.  It is still awkward.  It is still painfull, especially when it is time for her to leave because I want to scream at her that she can't go, that she belongs here, that this is her home.

Rush had a really good talk with BigB yesterday - just the two of them.  I haven't had that chance yet.  That chance to spend one-on-one time with her.  (I don't know if she wants it with me.  Yet!)  He apologized for his shortcomings as a father; he let her know there is always a place here for her - always! He talked to her about her need to pay off the restitution she owes to her first employer when she stole almost $1500 from them.  The important thing is that they talked.  She did not get defensive; she did not tune him out.  She did not reject his words.  She talked back with him. She asked his advice on a couple things.  She allowed him to be her dad.  There was a beginning there.  She told him that she still believed in God and that  brought so much hope for us.

Now, it's my turn.  I am wanting to save up some money and drive to the city she lives in with my mother and step-father, and I want to take her out to a really nice place to eat.  Not some chain family restaurant because chances are it will be loud and it will be too cluttered for us to spend time just being with (just) each other.  I want to show her that I have been changed by her leaving, that God has been working on me and that she can talk to me.  I want her to know that everything I have done in my life, whether it has been right or wrong, has been done because I thought, at the time, it was best for her.  My over-reactions and emotional outbursts were because I wanted something more for her and for my other children.  All that I did was for the sake of my family, with my children at the heart of those decisions. But I also want her to know that I am sorry for the wrong decisions I made - even though their intentions were honorable.

It has been terrible being without her.  It was her and I for so long.  There is not a day that goes by that I do not miss my girl.  Yes, I am functioning, doing all sorts of things, being happy, laughing but in the midst of the life I am living and the things I am doing, I am missing her, thinking how great it would be if she were there with me, imagining her at my side doing things together. There is almost always an underlying thought process about her.  I would be lying if I said there wasn't.

It is not a mourning though.  Well, perhaps it is a mourning but not a mourning I have ever gone through.  I am not constantly sad, depressed or moping.  I am doing things; I am laughing.  I am living and doing more than the merely existing I did when she first left.  Now that doesn't mean that a part of my heart isn't wandering around a city I don't live in, walking the halls and the classrooms of a school I have never been in, laughing with friends I have never met or living a life I am not entirely part of. 

A piece of my heart does do just that but it does that with all my children.  I have 7.  One is a recently divorced young man living down in Kansas City, MO and a part of my heart wanders Kansas City with him as he works, as he rebuilds...  Another part of my heart wanders the hospitals that my newly wed daughter works at, wanders her small town community...  Another part wanders with the two children who still live with their mother, who I have not been able to see much of lately - a teenage boy who is never at home, who never tells his mom where he is going, whose mom doesn't care where he is going or who he is with, who wanders at night with friends I have never met doing who really knows heart wanders with him.  And it wanders with his sister, who now doesn't have Rush with her, knows not where or what her brother is up to - my heart wanders with her through gymnastics and dance recitals, through swimming and making goofy videos with her friends.  My heart wanders with the lives of the two children that live with me even though I know where they are and what they are doing, my heart is always there with them.  It follows my husband to the most northern peaks of our province that he flies in and out of for work.

My heart is always there with all of them.

My heart knows that there will be a restoring in my relationship with Rush.  I can't say for sure that she will ever live here again.  I can say for sure that I have hope that she will.  I can also say for sure that I do know God is faithful and He will restore unto me the things that have been stolen from me, and I am not talking about the three bikes, the heavy bag, the carseat, the camping equipment, the tools or the fishing rods. I am talking about Him restoring my child's heart back to me and back to Him.  I know without a shadow of a doubt that it will happen.  My God is faithful and He is just and He is good.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Just got news and other randomness

News that we may be getting a visit from my mother, step-dad and Rush on Monday.

It will be Family Day here for some of the provinces in Canada on Monday; we get the day off.  It is also winter break week.

My 6 year old, Bug thinks that Valentine's Day is the day where "daddy is supposed to truckmantic to mommy".

Jellybean lived one of her dreams on Thursday; she was able to go watch a sled dog race.  I'll post pictures on Monday (probably).

We're having a supper at the church tonight - followed by a Money Matters meeting and a Servants in Training meeting.  Apparently some big news will be announced.

Other than that, not much to mention, friends.  Sorry, pretty boring today. 

Have a very Happy Valentine's Day with your loved ones.  I know I am excited to be with the people I love, at my fabulous church today!!  Tomorrow I will spend quality {alone} time with my honey.  Today my very dear friends celebrate their 29th wedding anniversary!  Congratulations, Wayne and Shar; we love you SO much!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

It's Saturday; do you know where I am?

If you guessed back at Manville Bay working, you won! Unfortunately, I told you the answer and have no way of verifying that you knew on your own so...there is no prize. Rats! And it was really good too! It was a...a...I give up. I have no idea what it would have been but it would have been really good.

Some of the work I was doing last Saturday. Mudding, sanding, cutting in and painting.

Floor prep (for the laying of the lino which I, thankfully, did NOT do); I am being stretched in my skillset but I think that would be a bit much. We want it to look nice. Ain't happening if I do lino. Nope! No way! Not gonna happen! And yes, that is a Pepsi lime that is motivating me and pumping me full of sugary energy to continue.

Really, I loved the Pepsi lime last weekend. I mean, I like the taste of it ALL the time but, given that most of my crew didn't show up, this bottle of citrusy flavored goodness was my helpmate! Seriously. I was draggin' by the time I got home. Just look at that tired, weary person up there. (And yes, I have now been dubbed AngieMyma)
As tired as I was, and do I ever mean tired (I was awake long enough to shower, eat supper and go to bed), it is such a great tired. Doing something for others, working your body to that brink of exhaustion for someone has its rewards. One of them being that you fall asleep before your head hits the pillow. {Grin} Among others.

This picture was taken two Saturdays ago and is part of what I am doing again today. Right now even - since this was a scheduled post and all. So, could you who pray, pray that my work crew shows up and that we meet our deadlines and all that. If you aren't a praying person maybe you could just send some Pepsi lime...{Grin}

Friday, February 12, 2010

And it starts, but so soon?

It's Friday.  (YAY!  It's Friday!)  We have a church service on Friday evenings at our church; it is usually a corporate prayer night.  Each Friday, mostly without fail, is the day of the week where things get thrown at the congregation.  Distractions come, couples fight, children misbehave, gargage doors won't shut, vans blow up (Oh? You think I'm kidding on that one? I wish I were; it's still sitting in our driveway where we managed to get it from it's point of ignition). 

(mind you these things also seem to happen Sunday mornings too.  Is it just our congregation or do you find that to happen as well?)

Anyway, each morning we do devotions and/or prayer as a family.  This morning was no different.  As we were praying (the kids had all ready lead and it was my "turn") our cat walked over to me, wrapped her paw around my leg and bit me!  Not hard.  She never even left a mark but hard enough for me to know what she had done.  She has NEVER done this - EVER!  It made me laugh.  We have come to expect the unexpected. 

And if the distractions are going to start coming, and in such bizzarre ways, I CAN"T WAIT for service tonight!  That's usually a good indication of what is to come - the more, or worse, the distractions, the more powerful the service.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Ever hear the expression

"Blood is thicker than milk"? I know I hadn't - until this past Sunday that is.

I had always heard the European's version of the expression which states "Blood is thicker than water", implying that family bonds are stronger than any other thing.

Well, the Middle Eastern culture says it the first way, "Blood is thicker than milk" and, I have to admit, when I first heard the pastor say that it was immediately added into the list of "things that make you go Hmm". (And yes, I have instantly transported myself back in time as soon as that song flashed in my head. I was about 15 years old then and did you see how she is dressed? Makes me think of a post I just did but I digress.)

Anyway, back to blood being thicker than milk.

Covenant and keeping covenants is extremely important in the Middle Eastern culture (someting we could learn from them, don't you think?). And so, this expression means that a blood covenant made with someone has a stronger bond than the bond shared even by siblings who have shared their mother's milk.

In the past two years, I have been learning a lot about covenant and the covenant we have with God, with our fellow Christians.

Have you ever heard where the tradition of a newly wed husband carrying his bride over the threshold came from? It came from the Middle Eastern culture and where they performed their sacrifices to God - on the alter (which, at that time happened to be the threshold to their homes). If you step over the threshold of a Middle Eastern home, you have entered into covenant with them and they will protect you - even unto death. I mean look at what Lot did for the two angels who entered into his house.

When you walk into someone's house, cross that threshold, you are entering into a covenant with them that you will not be bringing strife or contempt into their home, that you will build them up and not tear them down.

That same would hold true then for when we cross the threshold into our Father's house; we have entered into a covenant with Him and with all those who have entered into covenant with Him. I guess that means that we need to guard our speech, our attitudes and thoughts towards our church family. We should be building each other up, not tearing each other down.

People who bring strife and contempt into your life, and try to tear you down, are not in covenant with you; no matter what they say with the one-side of their face...

I just really thought that was an interesting expression and it has really had me thinking this past week. What do you think?

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Who is influencing your children?

I left you a link to check out for a blog post I read just today called Let's Dress Our Daughters Like Hookers Shall We. I would LOVE to get your opinions on this topic so please, leave them for me either in this post or in the post where I originally put the link to SarahMae's blog.

I have seven children, four of them are girls. My children have sparked a passion in me; they are my heart. Which would probably be why the name of my blog is so appropriate.

Bob Dylan (nope, don't listen to him anymore. I don't live under a rock and I do have a pretty rocky past so I have tonnes of musical references to draw on. {grin}) said it best when he penned this line to a song (of the same title) "for the times they are a'changin'".

Yes, the times are changing but we don't have to accept the the culture that the media is trying to create for us, for our children. It does NOT have to be normal for your children to rise up in rebellion to you. It is NOT cute when your three year old rolls her eyes at you and tells you to shut up. Dylan followed the line above with this (shortly after) "Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command."

Nope, they don't have to be. Instill honor into your children from the get-go. Teach them to honor you as parents, and to honor God. For as they honor you, their actions WILL honor Him. We have sat down to watch movies that people have raved about and before we can say a word, our 9 year old and 6 year old are saying, "Mom, Dad, that isn't very honorable to their parents right?" and THEY will ask if we can turn the movie off!

Kids' shows are promoting sex-crazed, boy-struck, parent-mocking, disrespecting, self-seeking, half-dressed teens (or pre-teens) for our children to look up to. Look up to! Why should that be their option as an influence in their life. As I was writing this and doing a bit of searching I came across a clip of iCarly and heard "Find out who's crushing on who on the next iCarly", saw a clip entitled "iSpeed Date"and "iThink They Kissed"... Seriously?

Young girls clad in mini skirts, fishnet stockings and knee boots chasing after boys. Is this what you want for your 9 year old? Is it what you want for your 17 year old? I say NO!

Do we want our children thinking it is cool for them to be in and out of rehab, drinking and driving without consequence, starving themselves to skeletal proportions, running from one boy to the next? Do we seriously want to raise up a generation of Linsay Lohans, Paris Hiltons, Nicole Richies and Jamie Lynn or Britney Spears?

I know this is a few years past but should we really think it is cute? I am at a loss for who sings it (I suppose I could google). Wait! The Pussycat Dolls or something like that. Ok, here it is. I have seen parents who think it is adorable that their 3 year old is shaking her tush and belting out "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" Seriously? Do we want this for our children?

What values do we want to instill in our children's lives? Bum shaking, cleavage showing, boy chasing, "I just wanna be sexy", "whatever feels good, do it" values? OR do we want to swim against the current media stream and teach our children how to value integrity, honor, virtue, goodness and "whatever is right, do it?". Do we want to allow our children to grow up thinking it is perfectly normal for them to hate us and disrespect us? Or do we want them to grow up wondering why someone would react that way to their parents? Why someone would think showing off their cleavage or the crack of their bums is pretty?

A year (maybe longer) ago, we got rid of "tv". We get no channels. Sure, if we want to listen to the local news we can plug in the rabbit ears and watch it but nah... We thought we would go insane without it. (Before we got rid of it.) Can I tell you a secret? None of us missed it? We have movies at home that the kids can watch and that we know what the content is. The reactions we get from people are incredibly funny; they just don't understand.

Now I am not saying that all tv is evil and that if you watch it you had better "watch it". What I am saying is that for the few shows we would watch, it is pointless to have. Then they need to ruin the shows by inserting self-serving, self-seeking, greed inducing commercials. What do commercial slogans like "Have it your way right away", "You deserve a break today", "Because I am worth it", "Two for me, none for you", and "I love what you do for me" instill into our thinking, into our children's mindsets? To me, they are drilling into us an "its-all-about-me" mentality which then creates a sense of entitlement and we get a generation of people who don't care a lick about anyone but themselves and have no honor for anyone or anything.

I know I am a bit long winded and I do have so much more to say but I think you get my point. What's YOUR opinion?

Have a daughter? Have I found a read for you!

I am not sure if I have ever done this or not (aside from linking to people's blogs for blog carnivals) but, this morning I came across a blog post that found me shouting Yes!, Yes! and Yes!.  I think I may have even jumped to my feet once or twice.  I am so not kidding!

Anyway, I think most of you (if not all) would really appreciate this post from Sarah Mae called Let's Dress Our Daughters Like Hookers Shall We.  Give it a read.  When I am done stuffing my face with this great toasted ham sub I picked up from Subway I am going to throw my two cents on a few matters of the same sort (even though I all ready left a novel on SarahMae's post).

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

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Black and White Wednesday - The Eyes Have It

I have just recently posted this picture on here but when I found this blog carnival at The Long Road to China I knew which picture I wanted to use this week.  Unless I totally change my mind when I go to add the picture.  It could happen.  I am fickle that way.  {Grin!}

I guess we will all see wen I get to that point {I know! The suspense is killing ME TOO!}

Ok, so here is what I decided...TWO pictures

This is my beautiful daughter, Rush.  Yes, she is the one who ran away from home.  I sure do miss looking into those beautiful eyes of hers.  And just look at how LITTLE my Bug is in the back...

I cry just about every time I see this picture of Jellybean.  It was taken at PB&J's wedding.  At this point she had been crying (sobbing, uncontrollable crying) for 45 minutes.  It began in the middle of the ceremony.  Yes, the flower girl was a blubbering mess of ooey, gooey emotion in the middle of the ceremony.  Why?  The pastor had just said that it was time for her sister to leave her family and start her own.  We had always told her the wedding meant PB was going to be part of our family now.  When the pastor said that, she believed that meant she would never see her sister again and that she was no longer her sister.  Poor little thing. 

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

More edits to check out

The big reveal

and now I open it up to positive critiquing - not that what you say has to be a positive comment but please, I am sensitive {GRIN} word things nicely.  You wouldn't want to see me hear that you made me cry.  HA HA HA!

Monday, February 8, 2010

In the morning After I finally go to bed and rise again

I will be posting some pictures that I would LOVE to get some feedback on.  I have recently been given, yes given, Lightroom and Photoshop Elements and so, I have finally had some time today been able to play around a bit.  I would love for you to tell me what you think, give me some pointers, what catches your eye positively and negatively so I can learn from my mistakes and to see what people, as a whole, are optically in favor of - you know, eye candy.

For now, I am going to go to bed; tomorrow, er today, is Day Two of babysitting one of the cuteste not-related-to-me boys I have ever had the joy to spend time with.

You under there?

You see that odd shaped lump under the blanket on my son's belly?  Yeah?  Yeah, that's our cat.  She's an odd little thing, and I use the word 'little' very loosely as she is a fat cat - a very fat cat.  Sometimes, if we don't want to hurt her feelings, we call her fluffy.  {Grin}

She was a "rescue" cat'; the lady we got her from found her, near death, in a ditch after being hit by a vehicle.  She was darn near starved, dehydrated, cold, scared and badly broken; she had broken her hip.  She was just a kitten.

Her rescuer kept her wrapped in a blanket to warm her, to comfort her and brought her back from te doorstep of death she was on.  Once she was fully healed, the woman looked for a good home for her, as she had no room for her in her home.  We were lucky enough to get her and to love her.

6 years later, she still LOVES being wrapped in a blanket or snuggled with us under a blanket, and my kids are more than happy to oblige.
 She's a beautiful cat, a little spoiled.  If Bug doesn't feed her as SOON as he is done eating supper, she is trying to open the cupboard door where we keep her food and meowing at him. 

Jewel is a long haired, blue tortoise shell cat and when we first got her, and Jellybean was 3, she went around telling everyone that she had a blue cat.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

The only pictures missing

from this group of photos from my skit writing spree are the ones where I am attached to my laptop like it is a new arm, the look of stress on my face as I am trying to figure out where to take the audience next AND several empty cans of Dr. Pepper or Pepsi to keep me awake and caffiene boosted (as I don't drink coffee).

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Hi. My name is Ang and I am addicted to...


Ok, so here it is Feb 6. All ready!? I mean, wow! Anywho. Here it is Feb 6 and I am just now about to show you some pictures of the incredibly, wonderfully fun night we had on New Year's Eve. I know. I know. You are welcome for my promptness.

Picture it, our church, New Year's Eve, last day of 2009. Wait! You won't have to picture it. I have pictures for you! Once again, you. are. welcome. {GRIN}

What did we do New Year's Eve? Well, as I stated above, we spent it at our church. We are truly like a big family there and so it is always a joy to be with them, whether we are working on building projects, playing sports or eating! So, the order of the evening was the Iron Chef competition, which BigB and I competed in as a team, then we ate a delicious supper prepared by everyone at the church (potluck/potblessing whatever you call it), we had a time of prayer and fellowship and then, it was time for the acting of the skit I wrote called Biggest Loser - Church Edition. We had a lot of fun and did a good job but, it would have been a lot better had we had more time to practice.

The Iron Chef judges. They're a tough group; there was just no bribing them! {grin}

BigB & I creating our two master piece dishes. Technically, they were his master piece dishes as I was simply the assistant.

Our very dear friend and his, ahem, lovely hair piece. Oh that is right, folks. He. is. not. a. natural. blonde! {Grin}

Our dishes. "Yummay" I am starting to feel a bit hungry.

Canadian Revival Center's 2009 Iron Chef competitors. The winners were the two lovely ladies on the left hand side of the photograph. BigB & I are in the center.

Last minute running of lines for the skit. This would be one of my dearest friends; she is a wonderful and lovely lady, inside and out!

(poor picture quality. sorry) Jen made the perfect Jillian-type character, and, yes, that is my dear husband she is barking orders at.

The lovely hostess, Jayda and I can't forget, down in the corner, the cutest little "applause now" card holder. ever! My dear Bug. Jellybean was on the other side holding a card as well. They love to be involved in everything they can, especially mama's skits.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Amish and Yummish

A friend gave me a starter batch of Amish Friendship Bread. The first go around we made it a Cinnamon Loaf; this time, when Bug was helping me measure, we decided to make it a Chocolate Loaf.

It is a HUGE hit with my kids, who have taken it to school and shared with their friends, who are now placing their orders with me for the next batch.

I wish I had the recipe to share with you, but given it was a starter and I am now going off that starter to continue with my baking, I have no idea how to make it - other than the additional ingredients you add to it. And, yes, I did go a little crazy and diverted from the recipe. I so totally did add chocolate chips and walnuts to these loaves. Maybe next time I will add, gasp, marshmallows too!
We made 6 loaves that day. Gave one away to a friend, kept one out for school lunches and froze the other 4.