Monday, September 29, 2008

The nerve!


We found this sign yesterday. It was stuck in the ground at the end of our driveway right next to our McCain sign. The nerve!! So, we did the only thing a self-respecting Republican family could do. We invoked our 2nd Amendment right to bear arms (the paintball variety) and took aim!
Unfortunately, the dog found the un-exploded paintballs on the lawn and apparently ATE them! I know this because this morning, she vomited flourescent green vomit on the white carpet. The nerve!

Exciting New Candidate!

This just came to my attention and it is exciting...a new unknown person running for president. It is an interesting thought and I am considering supporting this candidate! Take a look here.

Friday, September 26, 2008

Happy Birthday, Lexi!


Happy Birthday to my first-born, my beautiful daughter, Lexi. I remember so clearly this day 19 years ago, when you were born. Looking into your little newborn face, I felt a surprising familiarity...like I already knew you. But, I had. You were a part of me, and even though you are now 600 miles away from me, enjoying your second year of college, you are still a part of me. And I am a part of you, for I left a piece of my heart in Ohio with you. Your dad and I are so proud of the talented, compassionate, inspirational young lady you are. We all miss you and love you so much. Happy 19th birthday, Lexi!

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Our own personal step towards energy independence

Inspired by the K'Nex science class at our newly formed co-op, my boys (especially Isaac and Ethan) pulled out their K'Nex sets. Looks like they were also inspired by our recent trip here. Great job, boys!






Monday, September 22, 2008

Baby Step Toward Energy Independence




When this windmill farm was in the planning and discussing stages, I am pretty sure I remember people not liking the idea because it would "ruin the view". After being held up in traffic by the giant machinery required to transport the enormous sections of the windmills, we decided to try to get a glimpse of these behemoths. And what a glimpse it was! We saw the sections waiting in the large yard where they were stored before being transported. We knew how huge they were. Then we saw some of the windmills, all assembled, upon the mountaintop. The pictures cannot do justice to the enormity of these structures, yet they also have a sleek, almost delicate appearance. To see them juxtaposed against images of cattle and the early spots of fall color makes quite a contrast. But to me they are not ugly or eyesores. They are a symbol of hope, a step toward free, clean energy and, one day, energy independence.

Saturday Afternoon
















We spent a gloriously perfect autumn day playing
on the playground, feeding the horses, and practicing
soccer with Dad.




















Ethan and Sammy enjoy shooting on their favorite goalie.
Dad shows us his "stuff" -- left over from his "glory days".
He felt that the next day! :)

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Letter from the Supreme Knight

Here is an open letter addressed to Senator Joe Biden, the Democratic candidate for vice president, from the Supreme Knight of the Knights of Columbus, Carl Anderson. It was published today as a full-page ad in various U.S. newspapers.

Dear Senator Biden:

I write to you today as a fellow Catholic layman, on a subject that has become a major topic of concern in this year's presidential campaign.

The bishops who have taken public issue with your remarks on the Church's historical position on abortion are far from alone. Senator Obama stressed your Catholic identity repeatedly when he introduced you as his running mate, and so your statements carry considerable weight, whether they are correct or not. You now have a unique responsibility when you make public statements about Catholic teaching.

On NBC's Meet the Press, you appealed to the 13th Century writings of St. Thomas Aquinas to cast doubt on the consistent teaching of the Catholic Church on abortion.

There are several problems with this. First, Aquinas obviously had only a medieval understanding of biology, and thus could only speculate about how an unborn child develops in the womb. I doubt that there is any other area of public policy where you would appeal to a 13th Century knowledge of biology as the basis for modern law.

Second, Aquinas' theological view is in any case entirely consistent with the long history of Catholic Church teaching in this area, holding that abortion is a grave sin to be avoided at any time during pregnancy.

This teaching dates all the way back to the Didache, written in the second century. It is found in the writings of Tertullian, Jerome, Augustine and Aquinas, and was reaffirmed by the Second Vatican Council, which described abortion as "an unspeakable crime" and held that the right to life must be protected from the "moment of conception." This consistent teaching was restated most recently last month in the response of the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops to remarks by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi.

Statements that suggest that our Church has anything less than a consistent teaching on abortion are not merely incorrect; they may lead Catholic women facing crisis pregnancies to misunderstand the moral gravity of an abortion decision.

Neither should a discussion about a medieval understanding of the first few days or weeks of life be allowed to draw attention away from the remaining portion of an unborn child's life. In those months, even ancient and medieval doctors agreed that a child is developing in the womb.

And as you are well aware, Roe v. Wade allows for abortion at any point during a pregnancy. While you voted for the ban on partial birth abortions, your unconditional support for Roe is a de facto endorsement of permitting all other late term abortions, and thus calls into question your appeal to Aquinas.

I recognize that you struggle with your conscience on the issue, and have said that you accept the Church's teaching that life begins at conception - as a matter of faith. But modern medical science leaves no doubt about the fact that each person's life begins at conception. It is not a matter of personal religious belief, but of science.

Finally, your unwillingness to bring your Catholic moral views into the public policy arena on this issue alone is troubling.

There were several remarkable ironies in your first appearance as Senator Obama's running mate on the steps of the old state capitol in Springfield, Illinois.

His selection as the first black American to be the nominee of a major party for president of the United States owes an incalculable debt to two movements that were led by people whose religious convictions motivated them to confront the moral evils of their day - the abolitionist movement of the 19th Century, and the civil rights movement of the 20th Century.

Your rally in Springfield took place just a mile or so from the tomb of Abraham Lincoln, who in April 1859 wrote these words in a letter to Henry Pierce:

"This is a world of compensations; and he who would be no slave, must consent to have no slave. Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves; and, under a just God, cannot long retain it."

Lincoln fought slavery in the name of "a just God" without embarrassment or apology. He confronted an America in which black Americans were not considered "persons" under the law, and were thus not entitled to fundamental Constitutional rights. Today, children of all races who are fully viable and only minutes from being born are also denied recognition as "persons" because of the Roe v. Wade regime that you so strongly support. Lincoln's reasoning regarding slavery applies with equal force to children who are minutes, hours or days away from birth.

The American founders began our great national quest for liberty by declaring that we are all "created equal." It took nearly a century to transform that bold statement into the letter of the law, and another century still to make it a reality. The founders believed that we are "endowed by [our] Creator with certain unalienable rights," and that first among these is "life."

You have a choice: you can listen to your conscience and work to secure the rights of the unborn to share in the fruits of our hard-won liberty, or you can choose to turn your back on them.

On behalf of the 1.28 million members of the Knights of Columbus and their families in the United States, I appeal to you, as a Catholic who acknowledges that life begins at conception, to resolve to protect this unalienable right. I would welcome the opportunity to discuss these issues personally with you in greater detail during the weeks between now and November 4.

Respectfully,

Carl A. Anderson Supreme Knight

Catholic Vote 2008--Please watch

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Visitor


This walking stick came to "play" on our slide. Annie wasn't thrilled with her new playmate, so I had to escort him to a different location.
It really is amazing how much they look like sticks!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Politics!



A new sign appearing by our back door....created by my passionate 9 year old political pundit.

Come to think of it, my neck has really been hurting lately. Now I know where that pain has come from!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Apple picking time!




It's apple picking time again. Mmmmm...there's nothing better than a fresh, crisp, tart apple straight from the tree. Unless, of course, you are my sister-in-law who breaks out in hives in her mouth and throat if she eats a raw apple--yikes! Anyway, my sister-in-law, the cousins, my children and I decided to top off our first family co-op of the year by going to our favorite orchard. The kids were very excited. So excited, in fact, that they forgot to pick apples!! Well, Emmalee and Tori and Sam did a fair amount of picking, but the rest were just exploring and having a good time....I can't complain....it's not like I had to pick a bushel of blueberries by myself! Four of the youngest children decided that they were much too tired to walk back down to the parking lot, so they climbed into the wagon, along with 2 bushels of apples and newly 16 y.o. Isaac pulled them. What a good sport; they were a heavy load!! They even met a new little friend, who, after seeing our crew running around, decided she would rather play with them than pick apples with her baby brother, mom and grandma. So, she hung out with us for a while. It was an overcast day, but the rain held off until we picked our last apple, took our last picture, and patted the last animal at the petting zoo. God is good.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Happy Birthday, Isaac!

Sixteen years ago, our second child, our first son was born on 9/11/92 at 9:11 p.m. and he weighed 8lb 11oz. His name, Isaac, means "laughter," and he was such a happy, laid-back little guy. Isaac, you have brought so much joy to our lives, we are richer for having the privilege of parenting you.
As you turn 16, we now have the privilege of watching you transition to manhood. We can see the promise of the man you will become, and it is exciting. Your sensitive heart and your strong faith in God will serve you well, young man; as will your innate sense of right and wrong.
You are a fine young man and a wonderful son. We are so proud to be your parents and blessed to have you in our family. We love you very much. Happy birthday, Isaac.

Monday, September 8, 2008

First day

Well, it wasn't a bad first day back "at school". Everyone was up early and got their chores done and appeared eager. At least, until the books came out. A meltdown occurred because the youngest brother, who desperately tries to keep up with his big brothers, felt that sounding out words was "too babyish". He just did NOT want to do that...and couldn't I just tell him the word? Well, no, I couldn't, nor could I calm him down...so into tears he went. Later, a brawl broke out between the older brothers (16 and 9) because older brother was "touching" younger brother on the head and face with his hockey stick...well, younger brother did not appreciate this annoyance, even though "it wasn't hurting him, Mom!" so he slugged older brother in the stomach, which led to older brother tossing younger brother on the floor, resulting in younger brother punching older brother in the face......lots of crying, yelling and commotion. What part of, "It is never OK to hit someone because you are angry or frustrated" don't they understand??? I mean really!!! This is unacceptable and they both know it. Anyway, after we resolved the brawl, it was lunch, recess and clean-up. In the end, everyone did Math, Reading, Religion and biggest brother even got science and keyboarding in. We took a good look at our new schedule and morning faith time, kind of got a feel for the new year and new schedule, so it was good. We'll add a little at a time until we are up to a full schedule in a couple of weeks. If we can avoid any further violence, I will be happy.
Oldest son had a soccer game. They won and he scored a goal. He got another assist, which we thought was a goal, but it bounced off a teammate's back and into the goal. I got pics of him celebrating, but not of the goal itself. Now it's off to bed so I can referee teach all over again tomorrow!

celebrating the goal that "almost was"















Bro-in-law after I made a wisecrack at him















Looks like a new dance step. The Midfielder's
Mambo????














A mean game of London Bridge















Celebrating the real thing this time!
Go Isaac!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Life Lessons

Tonight was the night of the big soccer game. Two neighboring towns with a long held rivalry. The intensity factor in this family was "upped" by the fact that the rival town used to be our town. He knew these kids who were now his opponents, and he really wanted to play. But he sat the bench. For the whole game.
Now, there's nothing wrong with sitting the bench. Many a game has been won on the basis of a deep, talented bench. Just look at how Terry Francona managed his bullpen, particularly during the 2004 playoffs and World Series. It made all the difference. But normally he is a starting Varisty midfielder. But he didn't play one minute.
You see, he missed practice the day before the game. It was Labor Day weekend. After his game on Thursday before the holiday weekend, coach gave them Friday off. He only heard coach say "Game on Tuesday" and missed the "practice on Monday" part. Now, Dad and I were pretty sure there had to be practice in there somewhere before the game tonight, but he was adamant that there wasn't. On Monday morning, I checked the school's website to see if practice had been posted. It hadn't, but that wasn't unusual...they don't usually post the last minute changes.
Strangely enough, hubby and I didn't discuss it...we just did what we did...we were both on the same page without planning it, which is why I believe the Hand of God was in this situation. We did not call the coach ourselves, we did not even make him call his coach. We asked him about 16 times each if he was sure, which of course, he was. So, we gave him the rope.....
This son has a bit of a "golden boy" complex happening. He is handsome, blonde, talented and a really good kid. People have always loved him, including his coaches. Which is all great, but he has begun to develop an attitude of invincibility and entitlement...and a dash of irresponsibility. "Everything takes care of itself, I don't need to make plans, get details, co-operate..." It was getting frustrating. So, we gave him the rope....
At 7:30 p.m. on Monday, he got a call from his coach. His face was stricken. He had missed practice. On the day before a game. We didn't know at that time that the school policy was that he wouldn't be able to play for the entire game. We told him that he probably wouldn't start. (We're homeschoolers, we don't pay much attention to school rules!) And we felt this was probably the best lesson we could teach him, even if it was difficult.
When he got to the game, he (unbeknownst to hubby and me) asked to speak to the coach privately. He took full responsibility for the mix-up and humbly and sincerely apologized to the coach. There were tears in his eyes when he found out that school policy said that he couldn't play at all. (The coaches had consulted the A.D. to try to get him some playing time, but it wasn't possible) He sat on the bench, cheering his teammates on to victory. He leaped from the bench the instant the final whistle sounded to join his teammates in celebrating their win. He met us on the sidelines without attitude, but in humility and acceptance of the lesson learned. It was a hard lesson, not only for him, but for his dad and me, also. Honestly, if we had known that he would have to sit out the entire game, we probably would have interfered a little more and made him double check about practice. (Non-interference is not normally the way we operate:))
But I believe His Heavenly Father took this situation and in His love and mercy "worked it for the good" for my son. I am more proud of him for the manly, humble, noble manner in which he dealt with this disappointment, than if he had won the game by himself. A great deal of maturity was gained on this night. The virtues of humility, honesty, patient endurance, and more were practiced this night. I have seen a glimpse of the man he will become, and I am so proud.