Monday, May 31, 2010

Julie & Bob's Baby

Here are pics to share of the recent Baby Shower held for Julie.  She and her husband, Bob, were blessed with Baby Haley  a few weeks ago.
 Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord:  and the fruit of the womb is His reward.  As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.  Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them:  they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate  ~ Psalm 127

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Summer 2010 Teen Employment

Jared & Camille are now at Camp; and have made a commitment to working there all through camp season 2010.  God bless them with safety and success, with no missing body parts nor burns.  Here  they are goofing off, as usual, with my bag in hand:

Wednesday, May 26, 2010


One of Maxine's best!   

Minorities We need to show more sympathy for these people. 

   * They travel miles in the heat. 

   * They risk their lives crossing a border. 
   * They don't get paid enough wages. 
   * They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do. 
   * They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language. 
   * They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day ~ every day. 

I'm not talking about illegal Mexicans ~ I'm talking about our troops!  

Doesn't it seem strange that many Democrats and Republicans are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops, and are even threatening to defund them?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Sign of the times

From a guy in  Florida : (read first, then scroll down)

 My neighbor is a "lefty" of sorts (Obama bumper stickers, gung-ho
Socialized medicine, "guns should be banned", etc.).  So this past spring
I put this sign up in my yard after one of his anti-gun rants at a neighborhood
Cocktail party.  
 The sign wasn't up more than an hour before he called the police and wanted them to make me
Take down the sign.  Fortunately, the officer politely informed him that it was not their job to take
Such action without a court order and that he had to file a complaint "downtown" first, which would
Be reviewed by the city attorney to see if it violated any city, county, or state ordinances, which
If there was a violation a court order would be sent to the offending party (me) to "remove the
Sign in seven days."
 After several weeks he was informed that the sign was legal (by a quarter of an inch) and there
Was nothing the city could do, which obviously made him madder.  
 I tried to smooth things over by inviting him to go shooting with me and my friends at the hunt club but
That seemed to make him even more angry.
I am at a loss how to reconcile our long relationship (notice I did not say friendship), any suggestions
Would be welcome.
 Anyway, that's life in our neck of the woods, how about yours?   

~ from a forwarded email ~

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Indian Boundary Park

Last Thursday, after the cemetery visit, I drove the children to Indian Boundary Park.  It's been my personal favorite for ages.  I remember taking Kris there as a toddler and while an only-child.  The place still holds its magic over young and old and middle-aged alike.  A lot of Jewish folks favor it.  I noticed more Hispanics.  The dogs, oh the dogs --- love to run around (leashed).  Mr Bubbles also ran-around (leashed), but was the noisiest when it came to squirrels. AJ & Farrah found two buddies who referred to them as Chinese number one, and Chinese number two.  Oh, well.  The place is such fun, no one took offense.

Here's CPD's official word on  Indian Boundary Park


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Cemetery Marker for my Parents

I got a call from Sam, the Funeral Home Director, on Friday, May 7th. He said that the headstone for Mom and Dad has been put in place. Their policy was to wait for several days in a row to be at least 50 degrees Fahrenheit (the cement needs to set properly). On the same day, I received in the mail the price list for the grounds upkeep at the cemetery.  We have to pay for sod? and plants? and watering? and all upkeep??!!!

This is somewhat of a closure, but Mother's Day was this month, and Father's Day & Mom's birthday is next month.  All events are not and will not be as happy as they used to be.

ETA: We went to the cemetery today, and planted Pansies & one Salvia.  These plants were courtesy of the 6 potted plants I got from the children through church on Mother's Day.  I am not minding it in the least bit.  I am happy they're being put to good use.  May they thrive, by God's grace.  But, we definitely need sod.  Eventually, Mom & Dad's plot will be the prettiest in the whole place.  Especially after Joe gets his hands on it.



Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Good output

Mr Bubbles is doing well.  She went to the Vet's office last Friday:  She was pronounced healthy and on the road to recovery. She doesn't nibble on her incision.  She has a good appetite.  She is eliminating properly.  She shows enthusiasm for her walks.  Her bark is strong.  Her sleep is undisturbed. Squirrels and young children draw her attention like a magnet.  She is doing well, indeed, praise God!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Children need their parents

Yet another mental-health study that shows that God's way (a husband & wife, together, raising their kids  -- is the BEST way)

Children living with family members other than their parents are at an increased risk for health and mental health problems,a recent study shows. 

Far more children live with nonparental relatives -- in what is called "kinship care" -- than in foster care, about 2.8 million versus 800,000, but children from both groupssuffer from similar health issues, according to the study presented at the Pediatric Academic Societies annual meeting in Vancouver, Canada. 

"Children who live in kinship care with a relative have more special health care needs, mental health problems such as ADHD and depression, and dental problems compared with children who live with their parents," lead researcher Dr. Sara Eleoff, a pediatric fellow at the University of Rochester School of Medicine and Dentistry, says in a statement.

Unlike children in foster care, those living with a relative often receive little oversight from child welfare agencies. They also are more likely than children living with their parents to be black, older than 9, have public health insurance and live in households with incomes near the poverty level, the researchers found. Their caregivers often suffered from overall health or mental health problems. 

Eleoff and her colleagues analyzed data from a 2007 survey of 91,000 kids and compared the health of children living in kinship care with those living with at least one birth parent. 

For full article read it here

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Fit to print!

Weeee're famous! 
Or,  should I say AJ & Camille are famous?!  They got into the CSA Fall 2010 catalog.  Check out their pictures -- Camille with her Flute ensemble group; and AJ with his Clarinet teacher:

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Lessons from a Camel

Dromedary Camel and a Creator/Designer

(From Moody Press)
If you ever doubted that God exists,
meet the Very Technical, Highly Engineered
Dromedary Camel.

When I'm hungry, I'll eat almost anything-
a leather bridle, a piece of rope, my master's tent,
or a pair of shoes.

My mouth is so tough a thorny cactus doesn't bother it.
I love to chow down grass and other plants
that grow here on the Arabian desert.

I'm a dromedary camel, the one-hump kind
that lives on hot deserts in the Middle East.
My hump, all eighty pounds of it,
is filled with fat-my body fuel-not water as some people believe.
My Mighty Maker gave it to me because
He knew I wouldn't always be able to find food
as I travel across the hot sands.
When I don't find any chow, my body automatically
takes fat from the hump, feeds my system,
and keeps me going strong.
This is my emergency food supply.

If I can't find any plants to munch, my body uses up my hump.
When the hump gets smaller, it starts to tip to one side.
But when I get to a nice oasis and begin to eat again,
my hump soon builds back to normal.

I've been known to drink twenty-seven gallons of water in ten minutes.
My Master Designer made me in such a fantastic way that
in a matter of minutes all the water I've swallowed
travels to the billions of microscopic cells that make up my flesh.


Naturally, the water I swallow first goes into my stomach.
There thirsty blood vessels absorb and carry it to every part of my body.
Scientists have tested my stomach and found it empty
ten minutes after I've drunk twenty gallons.

In an eight hour day, I can carry a four hundred pound load
a hundred miles across a hot, dry desert
and not stop once for a drink or something to eat.
In fact, I've been known to go eight days without a drink,
but then I look a wreck.
I lose 227 pounds, my ribs show through my skin,
and I look terribly skinny.
But I feel great!
I look thin because the billions of cells lose their water.
They're no longer fat. They're flat.


Normally my blood contains 94 percent water, just like yours.
But when I can't find any water to drink,
the heat of the sun gradually robs a little water out of my blood.
Scientists have found that my blood can lose up to
40 percent of its water, and I'm still healthy.

Doctor's say human blood has to stay very close to 94 percent water.  If you lose 5 percent of it, you can't see anymore; 10 percent, you can't hear and you go insane; 12 percent, your blood is as thick as molasses and your heart can't pump the thick stuff. It stops, and you're dead.

But that's not true with me.
Scientists say my blood is different.
My red cells are elongated. Yours are round.
Maybe that's what makes the difference.

This proves I'm designed for the desert,
or the desert is designed for me.
Did you ever hear of a design without a Designer?

After I find a water hole,
I'll drink for about ten minutes
and my skinny body starts to change almost immediately.
In that short time my body fills out nicely, I don't look skinny anymore,
and I gain back the 227 pounds I lost.

Even though I lose a lot of water on the desert,
my body conserves it too.
Way in the beginning when my intelligent Engineer made me,
He gave me a specially designed nose that saves water.
When I exhale, I don't lose much.
My nose traps that warm, moist air from my lungs
and absorbs it in my nasal membranes.

Tiny blood vessels in those membranes take that back into my blood.
How's that for a recycling system? Pretty cool, isn't it?
It works because my nose is cool.
My cool nose changes that warm moisture in the air
from my lungs into water.

But how does my nose get cool?
I breathe in hot dry desert air,
and it goes through my wet nasal passages.
This produces a cooling effect, and my nose stays as much as
18 degrees cooler than the rest of my body.

I love to travel the beautiful sand dunes.
It's really quite easy, because
my Creator gave me specially engineered sand shoes for feet.
My hooves are wide, and they get even wider when I step on them.
Each foot has two long, bony toes with tough, leathery skin
between my soles, are a little like webbed feet.

They won't let me sink into the soft, drifting sand.
This is good because often my master wants me to carry him
one hundred miles across the desert in just one day.
(I troop about ten miles per hour.)

Sometimes a big windstorm comes out of nowhere,
bringing flying sand with it.
My Master Designer put special muscles in my nostrils
that close the openings, keeping sand out of my nose
but still allowing me enough air to breathe.

My eyelashes arch down over my eyes like screens,
keeping the sand and sun out but still letting me see clearly.
If a grain of sand slips through and gets in my eye,
the Creator took care of that too.
He gave me an inner eyelid that automatically
wipes the sand off my eyeball just like a windshield wiper.

Some people think I'm conceited because I always walk around
with my head held high and my nose in the air.

But that's just because of the way I'm made.
My eyebrows are so thick and bushy
I have to hold my head high to peek out from underneath them.
I'm glad I have them though.
They shade my eyes from the bright sun.

Desert people depend on me for many things.
Not only am I their best form of transportation,
but I'm also their grocery store.
Mrs Camel gives very rich milk
that people make into butter and cheese.
I shed my thick fur coat once a year,
and that can be woven into cloth.
A few young camels are used for beef,
but I don't like to talk about that.

For a long time, we camels have been called
the "ships of the desert" because of the way
we sway from side to side when we trot.
Some of our riders get seasick.

I sway from side to side because of the way my legs work.
Both legs on one side move forward at the same time,
elevating that side.
My "left, right left, right" motion makes my rider feel like
he is in a rocking chair going sideways.


When I was six months old,
special knee pads started to grow on my front legs.
The intelligent Creator knew I had to have them.
They help me lower my 1000 pounds to the ground.

If I didn't have them,
my knees would soon become sore and infected,
and I could never lie down.
I'd die of exhaustion.

By the way,
I don't get thick knee pads because I fall on my knees.
I fall on my knees because I already have these tough pads.
Someone very great thought of me and knew I needed them.
He designed them into my genes.

It's really difficult for me to understand
how some people say I evolved into what I now am.
I'm very technical, highly engineered dromedary camel.
Things like me don't just happen.

They're planned on a drawing board
by Someone very brilliant,
Someone very logical.

John 1:1 says,
"In the beginning was the Word.
And the Word was with God,
and the Word was God."
The Word means "logical, intelligent One."
Verse 3 says,
"All things were made by him and without him
was not anything made that was made."
Who was the Word?
Look at verse 14.
"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us,
and we beheld His glory."
Who was made all flesh?
The Lord Jesus Christ,
the Word who created everything,
including the dromedary camel.

by Bob Devine Reprinted by permission from Moody/September 1981
Mr. Devine is the creator and narrator of
"The Storybook Room"
on Moody radio and the author of eight children's books on nature
(Moody Press)*

*from a forwarded e-mail