Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
And this is her beautiful smile...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Anyway, all this to say that Emily lost a tooth today :-)
Saturday, January 23, 2010
I am continually amazed at how I often I come across people, both in the adoption community and outside of it, who are adamantly opposed to openness in adoption. Regularly, I hear how "bad" or "risky" it is.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
So, please pray for safe travels for the kids and Jennifer & John (the kids will probably land in FL) and for all of the many adjustments that are coming their way in less than 24 hours. Oh my, I'm overwhelmed just thinking about it, but we have a very big God who loves to place children in homes.
Spinach Cheese Squares (From my friend, Sylvia)
2-10 oz. pkgs frozen spinach thawed and drained well
2-10 oz. pkgs frozen spinach thawed and drained well
2 pounds small curd cottage cheese
3/4 cup butter, melted
1 pound Colby cheese, cubed in ¼ or 3/8” cubes ( I use less and often substitute grated cheddar when I am in a hurry)
3/4 cup flour
1/4 cup instant chopped onion
1/2 tsp. seasoned salt (Lawry’s)
1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese (fresh is best)
Optional : ham cubes or bacon crumbles
Grease 9 x 13 glass pan with butter. Beat eggs. Add spinach (squeezed well) cottage cheese, and melted butter. Add Colby cheese, flour, onion, salt, and pour into pan. Sprinkle Parmesan cheese on top. Bake at 350 degrees for 55 minutes or until golden brown. Cut into serving pieces.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Not that I mind having him home. He is great company and a tremendous help with the kids, school, etc. Actually, it has made my life quite easy...if perhaps a little more anxiety-ridden (as in, when will we be getting a paycheck again??)
My dear reliable, unflappable husband has assured me that all is well and I should just RELAX, so that's what I do (most of the time) and it is so much easier to relax when there is another adult helping out around the house :-)
Monday, January 18, 2010
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
So, you see, it's not just a speech to me, it's about MY family.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A rock star for Jesus that is. EIther that or she's going to be John Piper, because she constantly pretends to be him. Hmmm.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Raspberry White Chocolate Scones
2 1/2 cups flour
1/2 cup sugar
1 Tbs. baking powder
1/2 cup butter, softened
1/3 cup milk
1/3 cup non-fat vanilla yogurt
1 Tbs. vanilla
2 cups frozen raspberries
1 cup white chocolate chips or chunks
Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Grease a cookie sheet. Combine dry ingredients in a medium mixing bowl. Work butter into dry ingredients, using a pastry blender or fork, until it is the size of small peas. Combine milk, yogurt, egg and vanilla in a small mixing bowl. Add dry ingredients, mixing just until the dry ingredients are moist. Stir in remaining ingredients. Spoon about 1/3 cup of batter for each scone onto cookie sheet. Bake for 30 minutes (I did mine for 20 minutes on convection bake - 30 minutes seems a little long - maybe go for 25 minutes in a reg. oven) or until golden brown.
Oh, this is so good. I have left-overs so I get to have them again tomorrow morning....teehee...it's great being me.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
You know, you're checking your e-mail and you get a notice from Facebook about someone's comment, so you go out to their Facebook page and they say something totally foreign (Thanks, Evan) and then you have to Google whatever it was they said. Pretty soon you are on some very funny person's blog about cute guys (and girls) in Lord of the Rings.
Well, then you're laughing so much that all your children pile into the room to read the funny blog with you. Now that they are all there in the room, one of them tells you about this really funny YouTube video (Thanks, Nina - oh, and thanks to Maggie for showing it to Nina in the first place).
SO, you watch the really funny video and decide that this kid in the video is so funny you have to watch some of his other stuff and then you watch some more and, well, maybe just one more....or two....and, lo and behold, 47 minutes are gone...
So, to save you time, I'll just send you to the very funny video...so now, I have to go say good-night to my girls who are up 1 1/2 hours past their bedtime!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Evan, Chris and I are having a conversation in the kitchen (where all good conversations come about) and I am telling them about how I accidentally call people "Dear". You know, like, you're talking to the UPS guy at the door and you say, "Thank you, dear." Oh, come on, I can't be the only one that does that...I have many funny stories about calling people "Dear", most of them embarassing...anyhow...I do it to my brother all the time...a few years ago I said it to an ex-boyfriend...
Well, my dear hubby chimes in that he doesn't do that, but he does call people "Barb". As in, he's having a conversation at work and the person he's talking to is not coming around easily to his point of view, he will slip and say something like this, "Now come on, Barb,..." Hmm, why is it that he slips with MY name when people are being stubborn??? I really haven't the foggiest idea why that might happen....
Because we've been married so long, I find this very amusing! If we had only been married a year or two, I probably wouldn't think this is funny...
Oh, I love my husband, I really do!
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Btw, I'm thinking of starting a cooking program. What do you think? It could be on the comedy channel :-)
Friday, January 1, 2010
Molly & Aidan reigned vitorious.
Later snack time kept everyone happy...
And finally (none too soon for Mom & Dad), it was midnight and Evan welcomed in the New Year.