I am working on Babette and she is going well. I have finished sections 1-5 with all ends woven in and all squares attached. As soon as I can figure out what is going on with Blogger I will upload pictures for you.
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Monday, April 9, 2012
Grrrrrr....
Ok. So I had this whole post planned out, complete with pictures, but the site is telling me that I can't upload any more pictures. Not sure what is going on.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
A few more thoughts...
from my last post and then a few new ones...
Disclaimer: This post will also discuss religion. If that offends you, please come back tomorrow. :)
The more I thought about the events of last week, the snarkier I started to get. It isn't that I am arrogant in thinking that Christ is the only way to Heaven, although I know most (if not all) unsaved people think that, it was the attitude that I had over the last few days that I have been wrestling with.
My attitude was one of "Ok. Keep Believing what you believe. We will find out in the end who's right and, um, I hope you like things hot."
I told you.
Snarky.
I'm not proud of it. Because really, I am sad. I have family members who, if they continue to chose to reject Christ, will spend eternity in hell, separated from Him forever. That breaks my heart. It truly does. I love my family regardless of the fact that we don't agree on everything and I don't want to see them suffer eternal separation from God. I pray for them. I beg God to show Himself to them in ways that will cause their hearts to soften and to accept Him. Sometimes I feel that it is a hopeless cause because they seem so entrenched in their ways but I know that, with God, ALL things are possible.
And so I keep praying.
It has been a nice weekend. I went out with a good friend of mine yesterday and I got a new cell phone! So far I am happy with it, although it does make me feel old because there are things that I think I should be able to figure out but I have had to have help with a lot of it. The funny thing is, today I don't feel anywhere near as old as I really am.
Go figure.
My Cowboys won last night! Whoop-whoop! We needed that win and, to make things better, the redskins did me a HUGE favor and beat the giants today. Sadly, though, the Jets are losing to the eagles and that bites. I don't like the eagles.
I got all my work-related Christmas presents wrapped today and they are waiting by the door to go in tomorrow. I am looking forward to tomorrow. Both my class and the other fourth grade are going Christmas caroling at a nursing home and then out to eat for lunch. This will be our Christmas Party. It is brilliant, really, because this means we won't have to clean up anything in our rooms or figure out what to do with all the extra food. The restaurant can take care of that. I've already had the "talk" with my kids. They know what I expect and I am confident that they will behave. My mantra to them is "we are not third graders and we are not fifth graders. We are polite, obedient, respectful fourth graders." They love when I brag on them and they love when I tell them how the other teachers all compliment them because they are such a good class. I am SO blessed to have them this year. Yes, even Snowflake.
Who, by the way, actually attended a WHOLE WEEK OF SCHOOL. All five days. IN A ROW. No absences, no early departures. Yes, Snowflake, it can be done! :) A couple of her friends told me on Friday that Snowflake told them that she wasn't coming back after Christmas. While that wouldn't sadden me, I'll believe it when I see it.
All right. I still have some presents to finish crocheting so...
Nighty night!
:)
Disclaimer: This post will also discuss religion. If that offends you, please come back tomorrow. :)
The more I thought about the events of last week, the snarkier I started to get. It isn't that I am arrogant in thinking that Christ is the only way to Heaven, although I know most (if not all) unsaved people think that, it was the attitude that I had over the last few days that I have been wrestling with.
My attitude was one of "Ok. Keep Believing what you believe. We will find out in the end who's right and, um, I hope you like things hot."
I told you.
Snarky.
I'm not proud of it. Because really, I am sad. I have family members who, if they continue to chose to reject Christ, will spend eternity in hell, separated from Him forever. That breaks my heart. It truly does. I love my family regardless of the fact that we don't agree on everything and I don't want to see them suffer eternal separation from God. I pray for them. I beg God to show Himself to them in ways that will cause their hearts to soften and to accept Him. Sometimes I feel that it is a hopeless cause because they seem so entrenched in their ways but I know that, with God, ALL things are possible.
And so I keep praying.
It has been a nice weekend. I went out with a good friend of mine yesterday and I got a new cell phone! So far I am happy with it, although it does make me feel old because there are things that I think I should be able to figure out but I have had to have help with a lot of it. The funny thing is, today I don't feel anywhere near as old as I really am.
Go figure.
My Cowboys won last night! Whoop-whoop! We needed that win and, to make things better, the redskins did me a HUGE favor and beat the giants today. Sadly, though, the Jets are losing to the eagles and that bites. I don't like the eagles.
I got all my work-related Christmas presents wrapped today and they are waiting by the door to go in tomorrow. I am looking forward to tomorrow. Both my class and the other fourth grade are going Christmas caroling at a nursing home and then out to eat for lunch. This will be our Christmas Party. It is brilliant, really, because this means we won't have to clean up anything in our rooms or figure out what to do with all the extra food. The restaurant can take care of that. I've already had the "talk" with my kids. They know what I expect and I am confident that they will behave. My mantra to them is "we are not third graders and we are not fifth graders. We are polite, obedient, respectful fourth graders." They love when I brag on them and they love when I tell them how the other teachers all compliment them because they are such a good class. I am SO blessed to have them this year. Yes, even Snowflake.
Who, by the way, actually attended a WHOLE WEEK OF SCHOOL. All five days. IN A ROW. No absences, no early departures. Yes, Snowflake, it can be done! :) A couple of her friends told me on Friday that Snowflake told them that she wasn't coming back after Christmas. While that wouldn't sadden me, I'll believe it when I see it.
All right. I still have some presents to finish crocheting so...
Nighty night!
:)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Just a ________?...
Recently, a blogger that I follow had an interesting post. She was away from home for a while, and, while she was gone (or maybe before, I'm not sure), her cat became pregnant. Many comments flew through blog-o-sphere, some nice, some....well.....let's just say that "venomous" could be an accurate description. Some people were genuinely concerned about what they perceived to be "irresponsibility" on the bloggers part for not having the cat spayed and I understand where they are coming from. While I do understand, I don't agree with the nasty comments. People are entitled to their own opinions, whether I agree with them or not, but everyone should be respectful when discussing opinions. Normally I don't get involved in commenting on posts or nasty comments for no other reason than I don't want any venom directed at me. That is, until I read the post.
I am firmly in the "animal lover" camp. I am not, however, a vegetarian (I love me some beef!), nor do I particularly like cats. Actually, I don't like cats at all. I do love dogs, though, and my fur was ruffled as I read through the comments left on the blog post. Understand, while I do not share the attitude of the blogger, I do completely respect her opinion and her right to blog about it on her blog. What I do not respect, though, are the insulting comments left to people who disagree with the "It's Just a (insert your pet here)" statement.
Disclaimer: no one left a hateful comment to me and I do not respect commentors who share my opinion but are rude about it.
One commentor even went so far as to imply that individuals who were "for" animal rights must also be "for" aborting babies. Hmmmmm. Really? That's quite a jump in reasoning, don't you think? I think all animals (yes, even cats) should be treated humanely and I am against abortion.
My comment was respectful. I stated how I felt about my sweet girl. The person who responded was also respectful and I appreciated that. I was in no way looking to get into a fight. She left a question thatI am sure she thought made her point, though: If I had the choice between saving a three-year old or my dog....I am sure that, to her, the choice is clear. To me? Well, I don't have children. If I did, I would sacrifice myself to save both before I would let something happen to either. I can not imagine the horrendous guilt I would feel if something happened to raven and I didn't do everything in my power to save her. You see, she is always happy to see me, has never talked about me or stabbed me in the back, and has been more loyal to me that some "friends" I have had in my life. I know that, without a doubt, my little Chihuahua would give her life to protect me. So no, she is not "just" a dog.
The following is not mine and I am not sure where it originated. I am not claiming it as my own but I think it sums up my feelings well:
I am firmly in the "animal lover" camp. I am not, however, a vegetarian (I love me some beef!), nor do I particularly like cats. Actually, I don't like cats at all. I do love dogs, though, and my fur was ruffled as I read through the comments left on the blog post. Understand, while I do not share the attitude of the blogger, I do completely respect her opinion and her right to blog about it on her blog. What I do not respect, though, are the insulting comments left to people who disagree with the "It's Just a (insert your pet here)" statement.
Disclaimer: no one left a hateful comment to me and I do not respect commentors who share my opinion but are rude about it.
One commentor even went so far as to imply that individuals who were "for" animal rights must also be "for" aborting babies. Hmmmmm. Really? That's quite a jump in reasoning, don't you think? I think all animals (yes, even cats) should be treated humanely and I am against abortion.
My comment was respectful. I stated how I felt about my sweet girl. The person who responded was also respectful and I appreciated that. I was in no way looking to get into a fight. She left a question thatI am sure she thought made her point, though: If I had the choice between saving a three-year old or my dog....I am sure that, to her, the choice is clear. To me? Well, I don't have children. If I did, I would sacrifice myself to save both before I would let something happen to either. I can not imagine the horrendous guilt I would feel if something happened to raven and I didn't do everything in my power to save her. You see, she is always happy to see me, has never talked about me or stabbed me in the back, and has been more loyal to me that some "friends" I have had in my life. I know that, without a doubt, my little Chihuahua would give her life to protect me. So no, she is not "just" a dog.
The following is not mine and I am not sure where it originated. I am not claiming it as my own but I think it sums up my feelings well:
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog." Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks, and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. "Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man." So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog," just smile because they "just don't understand."
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
One of these things is not like the other...
One of these things doesn't belong.
Can you guess which one is not like the others?
By the time I finish this post?
:)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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