Monday, March 9, 2009

One of God's Greatest Creations!!!!

I think that one of God's greatest creations by far was the sister. I LOVE my sister, Chastanie(ok I love Jacinta alsobut Chastanie is the sister I grew up with). Chas and I always shared a room. She has always been my best friend. We do not have secrets from each other and I think, for the most part, we have always gotten along. I am sure we had our squabbles over the years but I can never remember a time when my sister and I had a serious fight. There has never been a time that we were "not speaking" to each other. We played house together, played barbies, acted goofy, giggled, whispered, experimented with make-up, and just grew up together. To this day, we could probably pull out the Barbies and pick up where we left off. Chas and I still talk several times a week. I loved growing up with my sister and I loved being the big sister. Know matter how old she gets, I will always be her big sister. Often times I really miss those days together in our room, especially when I walk in on this scene...

Keslee is a true big sister. She is always taking care of Kalysa. She loves to try things out on her. She will get out the brush and rubberband and go to town on Kalysa's hair. In true little sister style, Kalysa puts all her faith in her big sister and lets her have free reign.

If she ends up with 15 pony tails, 32 barrettes and 4 scrunchies-she is happy to wear it all day just because her sister did it. I see myself and Chastanie so often as I watch my girls grow up together. I know my life was enriched in more ways than I will ever know just because I had a baby sister and I am so glad that my girls have that same thing. Seeing them made me start reminiscing about times with my brush, barrettes, rubberbands and a hand full of my sister's hair. Fixing her hair was one of my favorite pastimes and just like any good little sister-

(Chastanie-sometime in the 80s)
proudly wearing the 53 braids her big sister did was a given.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Gathering water from the well

Keslee's Bible lesson today was "A wife for Isaac". We learned about how Abraham's servant prayed and asked God to show him the right women for Isaac. When Rebekah came to the well and drew water, shared with him and then watered his camel-he knew that God had brought him the right women for Isaac. This really opened up the discussion for how God will bring my girls their husband someday. They already know that they do not have to do anything(like date a bunch of losers) in order to find a husband, they already have a husband. God already knows who it is and will reveal it when the time is right. It was also a great lesson about how Isaac listened to his father when it was time for him to find a wife. I think if more people had discussions like this with their six year olds there would be no need for sex ed later. When we got back to the topic at hand, we discussed how people used to have to gather water from a well everyday. We then mixed up some clay and made our own (small) water pots.
Here is Keslee trying to form her pot from the lump of clay.

Kalysa decided to use a pencil to make the opening in her pot.

This is my finished pot.
The recipe we used for the clay was...
1/2 c cornstarch
1/2c salt
3/4 flour
1/2c water(add until mixture can be kneaded without being too sticky)
We added a little bit of green food color as well.

Don't know if I have ever mentioned how much I love homeschooling!! I love how homeschooling naturally covers so many different aspects of what my kids need to learn. When else would you be able to start with a Bible story-move to marriage-discuss how "boyfriends"are not in God's plan-cover obeying and trusting your parents-and end up with homemade clay pots all in one lesson. (oh yeah! we also had a hearty discussion and experiment about camels and why they don't sink in the sand.)

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Making Butter

In Kalysa's school work, she goes over a letter each week. With the letter, there is a picture (usually an animal) that starts with that letter that we learn about. Along with the picture, there is a saying that she memorizes about God. Well this week we did letter "C". The picture was a cow and the saying she learned was "God's Word helps me Grow". We talked about how milk helps us grow and God's Word is milk for our soul. We then learned about other things that are made from cow's milk. I bought some heavy whipping cream and put it in jars and we shook them....FOREVER.

(yes we often do school in our pajamas!!)
After awhile it looked like we had 2 jars of whip cream(without the sugar). I talked to my grandma and she told me when she was young they used to make butter the same way, except with fresh cream after they milked the cows. She said I should add some water, only about a teaspoon, to help it separate. When we added the water it only took a few more shakes for it to separate and we got thick creamy butter!

Here is a picture of the kids each trying some of their butter on a cracker.

Grandma (my Grandma their Great Grandma) came by and she tried some of their butter as well. She approved and let them know how good they did making their own butter.

It really did turn out very good. We all had several crackers and then we used some of their butter in the corn at dinner. I think the best part was that Grandma, who is really still iffy on whether or not I can really homeschool, actually became a part of the lesson. That is just one more reason I love homeschooling. After 30something years, I never knew my grandma used to skim the cream off a fresh bucket of cow's milk, put it in a jar, shake it up and make butter. Family values and family relationships can't help but be improved when you homeschool!

Friday, March 6, 2009

A Little Ray of Sunshine


Last week Kalysa picked a yellow cast. Yellow has always been the color I associate with Kalysa. It just fits her-so bright and lively. It is one of her favorite colors. I guess she did not know yellow was an option because this is the 4th time she has been through casting but she has never had yellow. I decided to also demonstrate how Kalysa takes a bath while she has a cast on. Luck for us she is still small enough to fit in the kitchen sink. We use the spray hose to rinse and wash her hair. We have turned a small basket upside down and filled the tub with just a few inches of water. Kalysa had her foot up on the basket and was able to lay down to wash her hair. Only problem was she kept trying to put her other WET foot on the basket. It just was easier to stick her in the sink. We have one more cast scheduled after this. I'll let ya know what color she gets.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

We have Ants in the Kitchen but I really don't mind

A few weeks ago Kalysa was on letter "I" in school. The picture she had was insects and the phrase she memorized was "I am a Wise Child so I Work Hard." Well her mama had not looked and planned ahead! We have an ant hill but I never ordered the ants. Well so they were late and we did not actually have the ants at the same time that we were talking about insects but we have them now.
Kalysa got 2 little test tubes with 25 ants in each one in the mail Monday. We had to put them in the refrigerator for 10 minutes to make them sleepy so that we could open the tubes and dump the sleeping ants into their new home. I was very pleased that we got all 50 ants safely into the ant hill and not all over my kitchen.

Well it has been 4 days and they have started building their city. I am wondering it I should add more sand?! It was to the top when we started but they have really moved it around and even taken quite a bit of it out and over to the front of the hill. I don't want to bury them by adding more. I guess we will just keep watching and see how all their hard work ends up. I have learned my lesson and plan to have the caterpillars ordered for the butterfly garden in time for that lesson.

I Did My Part!





I sent out my 10 red envelopes to President Obama. Instead of writing the message on the back of the envelope, I wrote it just inside and I put a blank 3x5 card in each one in case the post office doesn't process empty envelopes. I wanted to do everything I could to make sure they reach their destination at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. I just wish that I believed that they would make a positive impact on Mr. Obama's thinking concerning our unborn citizens. I have to admit that I have serious doubts that it will but just like God says His word never comes back void, I don't believe this work will either. We may never see it but something is bound to happen with all the red envelopes going through the mail at once. Think of all the people that handle them before they ever make it to the White House. All the postal workers. It will affect somebody!! I believe that.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

It's like Judge Judy always says.....

I got this email today and decided to share. It is truly that simple! If this letter was given with every pink slip handed out due to the horrible economy, maybe then people would get a clue and start holding our government responsible for the part they are playing in destroying our country. Why ANYONE would believe for a second that the crazy stimulus packages that seem to be happening daily are ever gonna do one single bit of good is beyond me! To quote Judge Judy-"If it don't make sense-IT AIN'T TRUE!" Well the stimulus/bailouts DON'T MAKE SENSE!

To All My Valued Employees,
There have been some rumblings around the office about the future of this company, and more specifically, your job. As you know, the economy has changed for the worse and presents many challenges. However, the good news is this: The economy doesn't pose a threat to your job. What does threaten your job however, is the changing political landscape in this country. However, let me tell you some little tidbits of fact which might help you decide what is in your best interests. First, while it is easy to spew rhetoric that casts employers against employees, you have to understand that for every business owner there is a back story. This back story is often neglected and overshadowed by what you see and hear. Sure, you see me park my Mercedes outside. You've seen my big home at last years Christmas party. I'm sure; all these flashy icons of luxury conjure up some idealized thoughts about my life. However, what you don't see is the back story.. I started this company 28 years ago. At that time, I lived in a 300 square foot studio apartment for 3 years. My entire living apartment was converted into an office so I could put forth 100% effort into building a company, which by the way, would eventually employ you. My diet consisted of Ramen Pride noodles because every dollar I spent went back into this company. I drove a rusty Toyota Corolla with a defective transmission. I didn't have time to date. Often times, I stayed home on weekends, while my friends went out drinking and partying. In fact, I was married to my business -- hard work, discipline, and sacrifice.. Meanwhile, my friends got jobs. They worked 40 hours a week and made a modest $50K a year and spent every dime they earned. They drove flashy cars and lived in expensive homes and wore fancy designer clothes. Instead of hitting the Nordstrom's for the latest hot fashion item, I was trolling through the Goodwill store extracting any clothing item that didn't look like it was birthed in the 70's. My friends refinanced their mortgages and lived a life of luxury. I, however, did not. I put my time, my money, and my life into a business with a vision that eventually, some day, I too, will be able to afford these luxuries my friends supposedly had.. So, while you physically arrive at the office at 9am, mentally check in at about noon, and then leave at 5pm, I don't. There is no "off" button for me. When you leave the office, you are done and you have a weekend all to yourself. I unfortunately do not have the freedom. I eat, and breathe this company every minute of the day. There is no rest. There is no weekend. There is no happy hour. Every day this business is attached to my hip like a 1 year old special-needs child. You, of course, only see the fruits of that garden -- the nice house, the Mercedes, the vacations... You never realize the back story and the sacrifices I've made.. Now, the economy is falling apart and I, the guy that made all the right decisions and saved his money, have to bail-out all the people who didn't. The people that overspent their paychecks suddenly feel entitled to the same luxuries that I earned and sacrificed a decade of my life for. Yes, business ownership has is benefits but the price I've paid is steep and not without wounds. Unfortunately, the cost of running this business, and employing you, is starting to eclipse the threshold of marginal benefit and let me tell you why: I am being taxed to death and the government thinks I don't pay enough. I have state taxes. Federal taxes. Property taxes. Sales and use taxes. Payroll taxes. Workers compensation taxes. Unemployment taxes.. Taxes on taxes. I have to hire a tax man to manage all these taxes and then guess what? I have to pay taxes for employing him. Government mandates and regulations and all the accounting that goes with it, now occupy most of my time. On Oct 15th, I wrote a check to the US Treasury for $288,000 for quarterly taxes. You know what my "stimulus" check was? Zero. Nada. Zilch. The question I have is this: Who is stimulating the economy? Me, the guy who has provided 14 people good paying jobs and serves over 2,200,000 people per year with a flourishing business? Or, the single mother sitting at home pregnant with her fourth child waiting for her next welfare check? Obviously, government feels the latter is the economic stimulus of this country. The fact is, if I deducted (Read: Stole) 50% of your paycheck you'd quit and you wouldn't work here. I mean, why should you? That's nuts. Who wants to get rewarded only 50% of their hard work? Well, I agree which is why your job is in jeopardy. Here is what many of you don't understand ... to stimulate the economy you need to stimulate what runs the economy. Had suddenly government mandated to me that I didn't need to pay taxes, guess what? Instead of depositing that $288,000 into the Washington black-hole, I would have spent it, hired more employees, and generated substantial economic growth. My employees would have enjoyed the wealth of that tax cut in the form of promotions and better salaries. But you can forget it now. When you have a comatose man on the verge of death, you don't defibrillate and shock his thumb thinking that will bring him back to life, do you? Or, do you defibrillate his heart? Business is at the heart of America and always has been. To restart it, you must stimulate it, not kill it. Suddenly, the power brokers in Washington believe the poor of America are the essential drivers of the American economic engine. Nothing could be further from the truth and this is the type of change you can keep. So where am I going with all this? It's quite simple. If any new taxes are levied on me, or my company, my reaction will be swift and simple. I fire you. I fire your co-workers. You can then plead with the government to pay for your mortgage, your SUV, and your child's future. Frankly, it isn't my problem any more. Then, I will close this company down, move to another country, and retire. You see, I'm done. I'm done with a country that penalizes the productive and gives to the unproductive. My motivation to work and to provide jobs will be destroyed, and with it, will be my citizenship. If you lose your job, it won't be at the hands of the economy; it will be at the hands of a political hurricane that swept through this country, steamrolled the constitution, and will have changed its landscape forever. If that happens, you can find me sitting on a beach, retired, and with no employees to worry about....
Signed, Your boss
 
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