Saturday, January 31, 2009

I Stand Corrected

My sweet man read my last post. He said he wouldn't have told me Never. So, I stand corrected. Maybe it felt like Never when he handed me my own tube.

I'm glad to have my own tube. I like messy; it works for me. Ahh... Fresh Breath. I think I'll go find that man of mine and kiss him.

Friday, January 30, 2009

Toothpaste Temperments

My amazing Colgate!
Terrell's fantastically clean Crest.

I had to take a break from school and rest my brain. The best way to do that is to let my creative juices flow here!

This morning I was checking out our toothpaste. I know, that's kind of crazy! Here's a little Toothpaste story for you... Once upon a time there were two happily married people sharing one tube of toothpaste. One squeezed it from the top, the other squeezed it from the bottom. One day there was a brand new tube sitting on the counter. Wow. New toothpaste. The bride of this lovely marriage was told never to touch the groom's toothpaste again. "Here. This is yours." The bride felt sad almost betrayed. "Not share toothpaste?" Many years later the bride looked upon the two tubes, sitting so far from one another, and thought... "I'm so glad I have my own tube of toothpaste." The couple is still happily married!
So.. which are you? Does your toothpaste describe your tempermant? Ours sure do! Do tell... are you a messy, cleany, top or bottom squeezer?

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Multi-Tasking Mind

Ok, is it just me or does every woman do this?

7am I should get out of bed. Lina needs to wake up. I'm tired though, a few more minutes. coffee. who's gonna make it?
705am ok gotta get up. walk to Lina's room. wake up Lina. you don't have much time. their room is a mess. the house looks messy. gotta do something about that today. walking back to bed. wonder if Becca is any better. ahh a warm body. I'll snuggle and rest some more
720am all right I'm up. down stairs to start the coffee. check email. see if the class is updated. Thursday. Lina has pizza today. is Gabe up? dog needs fed. cold outside. brr. wake up Boo. Phoebe should be here soon.
730am Gabe's still not well. get out his vitamin c's. can't forget. where's my Bible. want coffee. Lina needs food too. ok I'll make breakfast for her. check email. oh good she emailed me. gotta get that on the schedule too.
745am sit down to read Bible and pray. wonder how T's doing. Boo's not up yet. no, focus. read Romans.
800am too short. distracted this morning. Boo's up. good. Facebook check. what's happening in their lives. hmm. email Amanda. get more coffee. gotta get the chicken started for dinner. bet I have to shop today too. shoot. camping . gotta make reservations. hmm wonder if the time share will come in soon . check email. ooh. like the new clothing line. gotta show this to Reginia. check headlines. what is up with our economy?

And that was just one hour today. I am thinking of math, cleaning, the wash, driving, phone calls, school, Valentine's day, scholarships,dinner, doing my hair, and any number of other things all at one time. Oh and then of course acting on those thoughts too. Accomplishimg something is kind of important. No wonder I'm tired at night.

Calgon take me away!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Patches and Stumpy

This video is made by a friend of ours. Mike and Karen were a part of our newly married lives. We miss them! Mike is an amazing Bible teacher who teaches at Judson University. This new "outlet" is hilarious but so true! Enjoy!

Monday, January 26, 2009

College for the Man-Boy

Our son. The boy child is going to CSU in the fall. Today marked another milestone in our family. A decision is made and deposits are down. He and I went through housing choices today and sent that off. Wow. They really do grow up... I think I need to be pinched. Wasn't it just a moment ago he was pushing his MonMow around the yard, hugging special blankie, and playing with his Tonka trucks?
Our boy is now a man. Ok.. that would be me crying...

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Grumpy Gills

I feel like Nemo today. I hear Dori's voice calling him Grumpy Gills in my head over and over again every time I want to act out on my grumpiness. So far I've maintained control how ever fake it is. Actually I was fine most of the morning. It just kind of jumped on me, you know how it is... one person says something, or you "think" something, or you just feel agitated for no apparent reason. Yep.. that's me today. So here is how I'm gonna win. I'm gonna recognize it for what it is. Garbage from the Pit. What does God's word say? Take every thought captive. I'll be filling up a trash can today! Or how about take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish ALL the flaming arrows of the evil one. Ephesian 6:16 My shield will be held high today.
Reality Check:
Can you recognize the arrows from the evil one? Do you take them captive and shove the lid tight on the trash can?
Walk in His strength, walk in His power... but walk especially in His Spirit.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Off-Roading or Just a Road Trip?

What a beautiful Monday! How about an off road trip!? Lunches packed, bought a handy-dandy BIG topographical map, gas in the truck.. we're ready! Oh and we're taking a new passenger along, Jazz.Over the rivers and through the woods to the trail we go... but wait. Does that say Road Closed? April thru November? No way? Back we go through the woods and over the river to another trial we go. No, it can't be.. but it is.. CLOSED. Robby pulled out his phone, got the trial uploaded online and off we went again. Surely the third times the charm.
Nope. Only thing we found was the Brotherhood of White People (scary!) and got some great scratches on the truck. Time to eat.

So we stop at this lookout, pull out our food, do the old fashion forest squatting (pee break) and regroup. The manly men try to find some road full of boulders and dirt.... that's actually open.

Jazz and Gabe did the only thing boys do on an off-road trip not off-road. Pose on a rock for picture of course. Or climb a tree for better cell service. Text anyone?

So we wait, we ponder.. we enjoy fresh air. Ahhhhh!

And we trudge around in the dirt in our stylish pink boots.

And last but not least, we ate some more. Or at least Keaton did. So we never found the trial we wanted, saw some amazing scenery, felt bad for Keaton (screamy sort of day), felt worse for Robby and Joanna (Listened to baby Keaton scream ... did we mention he had shots? Yah, he wasn't quite in an off-road kind of mood.) But we sure got some cool scratches on the truck. Come April.. we're gonna hit the road and find those rocks to climb.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Sunbathing in January?

Yes, Virginia you can lay out in January.
It is so nice here this week. The kids have been soaking it up, T went riding, and Charley found her favorite sun spot in the yard.
Oh by the way.. it's suppose to snow again this weekend. Colorado weather... you never know what your gonna get!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

President Obama

Today is his day. A day historical on all accounts. Now has come the time to cover him in prayer.

President Barack Obama's inaugural address on Tuesday:

My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.
Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.
Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.
On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.
On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.
In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.
For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.
Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.
This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward.
Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.
As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.
Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.
As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.
For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.
So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."
America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Friday, January 16, 2009

Medieval Days for Hollywood

The girls are working on chain mail here.
They went on a parade through the school and all the other classes sat in the hall along the wall watching the ladies and gents walk by.

Oh she's working hard to hold A BOY'S hand!

Here is my lady with her sword and shield.

This is the young man who took the kids on the raid! He was great with them.

Swords for women you ask... why of course!

Here are three fabulous 4th grade teachers. Lina's is the one on the far right. Aren't their costumes great!

My fair maiden.

Ok so not really Hollywood, just my Hollywood.

My sweet Angelina attends a local charter school. Here's three cheers for charter schools! Hip Hip Hooray! This is a place I would LOVE to work one day. There is a great excitement about learning in this place. The teachers love their job and the kids love their teachers.
Today was no exception. The 4th grade classes attended Medieval Day as a part of the hands-on experience they receive. Every grade level host a period in time to make that part of History come alive. How cool is that? The children can rent or borrow costumes too. They bring in folks who work in a society for the Middle Ages and they definitely add to the excitement. One young man took the kids on a raid to another class. The kids went running and yelling down the hall to bring back their capture (a 5th grade teacher). They sold her back for a bag of candy! They made chain mails (oh I do hope that is how it's spelled!), swords, crest, and learned to dance. The boys of course have cooties so it took everything the girls had to hold their hands. No, Not hold hands! They finished the morning with a feast and a good show from the Society.
Medieval Days were a hit! Can't wait for next years event!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

School for the Momma

My 2 year journey towards my degree and credential has begun. School is in session and moving right along. Each class is 8 weeks and week one is zooming by.

Class 1: The Craft of Writing for Educators
Class 2 Astronomy

I have so much reading and writing for each class. Last night I text the kids, while on break of course :), and told them about a 10 page research paper. I got home 10 something pm and Terrell says, "The kids think you have a 110 page paper to write!" Just a little off. Usage error. In Colorado a teacher not only has 600 hours of student teaching she also has 200 extra hours of classroom time too. Regis incorporates this into each TE class. I have the privilege of working one on one with a child and helping that child blossom into the writer they always dreamed of being. Yep 10 plus hours for that class.

I am busy but still finding time to workout, blog, home-school, and love on my man. Date night is far more important now than ever.

PS. Valentine's Day is one month off... Are you planning?? I Love love LOVE Valentine's Day!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Egg in a Hat

We have a new family favorite thanks to Uncle Dave. Egg in a Hat! Over Christmas break when family was in from Cali, Uncle Dave introduced us to an easy meal that is even fun to eat. Any of you that know me, KNOWS that Tina and Cooking aren't synonymous. I love easy recipes that everyone actually eats. The actually eats part, real important.
High Five to Uncle Dave!

Monday, January 12, 2009

Snow Day, Snow Day.. No School Day!

The splendor of the white stuff arrived by surprise this morning. This meant NO SCHOOL... at least for Lina. The high schoolers weren't so lucky. This sweet child LOVES the snow. She did not come in for hours. Exhausted, watching Hannah Montana, she sits. Too much fun!

Sunday, January 11, 2009

A Glimpse of God's Wonder

Psalm 19
A psalm of David.

1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.
3 There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.
4 Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
6 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

A Winter's Hike in Colorado

There she is Mrs. America! Amanda looks much better than me after a hike..hmm..

This is my favorite photo of the day.

Here we go.. another hike. Same place as we have gone many times before but this time in the snow and with a new friend. We haven't gotten much snow this winter thus far but when we do, out I go! Hike, walk, whatever. The sun is warm and the scenery is amazing. Bec and Boo came along as well as Charley Girl and Amanda's dog Scruffy. Now my new friend... everyone meet Amanda. We met at church and hit it off right away. She is active, full of life, has a cool husband, two great kiddos AND loves Jesus. It takes many days and lots of emotional energy to develop friendships... Amanda is one I can see investing in. :)

Compassion Goes to India

I just read something and I am WAY excited! We are a part of Compassion and have been for many years. We believe wholeheartedly in what they are doing. Now that we live here I drive by their headquarters regularly. Even searched for a job there before deciding to go back to college. I followed our friends blog when they went to Uganda and thought it was a once in a lifetime trip... I was WRONG! Now they are heading to India. I submitted my blog and will pray. If it is God's will.. I'll get to go. If not, well.. I'll pray! My heart is for the children. Always has, always will. So exciting!!!

Check it out yourself.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

It's All About Me

In our family we take that really beautiful worship song about Jesus and change it to ourselves or someone else in the family who is displaying those tendencies when we're feeling selfish. Well, since I am Camera Women, I decided that I was gonna take a photo with everyone on Christmas or at least I thought I did. Update: Just realized there isn't a picture of me and Terrell, the love of my life! LOL. Where was he?

Here is a Me and Dave

And Me with Mom. Hey that's not me! Somehow I didn't get a picture with Mom so pretend it's me, the younger version of me.
Me and the Hostess of the Mostest.. Joanna Beth

Me and Dad.

A blurry Me with Reginia.

Me and Robby. He's a boy version of me. Out of the 4 of us kids we look most alike.

Me and Gabe

Me and Nacoya

Me and Jenna

Me and Elizabeth. Becca thought a close up was good idea. Not so sure I want you to see ALL my pores and fine lines but oh well.

Me and Becca

Me and Angleina Rose..

So that's all of 'em I got. K and K were there but somehow missed out on my photo op. You can sing now... It's all about meeeee... Ti ina.