tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208461092024-02-28T00:07:07.397-07:00The human memory is not something to be relied upon too heavily, so if it's important at all, write it down. Or upload it, as the case may be. An epiphany comes once in a while. But almost every day, one of my daughters does something amazing, or I remember how much I love my life. I wish that I could somehow make myself remember it forever. Maybe this'll help.Terihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06550174600670194028noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20846109.post-16478281360374516462010-05-20T10:16:00.005-07:002010-05-26T23:09:51.776-07:00

If the UN gets its way, you'll be a mere custodial guardian of your own children. First, the bad news...Constitution takes hit from Supreme Court - Citing unapproved treaty is 'act of most fundamental reordering of legal system' [read it here]"The fundamentals of the U.S. Constitution possibly have been shoved one step closer to irrelevance by the U.S. Supreme Court, which yesterday cited as

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Some time ago my three-year-old goddaughter wished upon a star. She wanted her mommy to stay home instead of going to work everyday. The next day her mommy asked me if children ever learn to understand, are they really okay? This wish broke her heart, and she was looking for some reassurance.Here's what I told her...Parental guilt is the pits. But parents who don't have any are even worse.

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I've received emails like this before, but this petition got me thinking. What I'm supposed to feel is outrage, or perhaps righteous indignation, but I'm not righteous enough to be indignant, so that wasn't working. Anyway, here's what the fuss is all about...The Comedy Central network has a long history of denigrating Jesus Christ and the Christian faith. Now, they are developing a new series

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I watched Watership Down with my daughters tonight. My husband thinks it's about rabbits, so he fell asleep halfway in. But it isn't about rabbits. It's about freedom. It's better to be on the outside, where I can recognize my enemy. He's the one with the claws and the sharp teeth, the one trying to kill me. I know what my response should be. I run. But in here, in the warren, my enemy

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Wow.Went to the website again when I got home and saw this:Midway through Aaron Russo's America: Freedom to Fascism I turned to a friend and found him looking shell-shocked. "Everything okay?" I whispered."Ignorance really is bliss," he answered.The look of discomfort remained on his face until we left the theater. "I've known most of the information they presented for a couple of years," I said.

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Quite often, I feel that I am reading history as it is made. That these current events will amount to an historical account of the demise of our culture and country. My generation is watching it, sanctioning it, participating in it, thinking that we are doing something good. I suspect that history will read it differently.

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Here I am writing about Abbey again. I just spent an hour scrubbing purple Sharpie marker off my new (and previously gorgeous) dining room table. And then explaining to Abbey that I truly love her more than the table. I reminded her that I have often told her that Sharpie markers are off-limits (and bleach, and nail-polish, and and and....) and that obeying her parents trains her to obey God,

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My youngest daughter was engaged, until recently. Yes, Abbey, the six-year-old. She had announced the engagement after church a few months ago. She had her friends, and some of their parents, meeting with her in the Sunday School room, with each one informing the next that she wished to speak with them privately. She was explaining that she would be marrying Karel once she turned 18. She had

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Walter and Gil couldn't have been more different, but their bios read pretty similarly. 84 years old, WWII vets, Orthodox christians, great-grandfathers. They've been friends for about nine years, and I've known them for about the last five. Gil's son-in-law has been writing about him for awhile now, you can read about him here.

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We're getting a turtle. It's actually a tortoise, but then we would have to rename her "Mortoise". So she'll be a turtle, at least around here. We're inheriting her from the same family that welcomed us into the Orthodox church. You can see a picture here. Apparently she's quite the schmooser...What I find odd about owning a turtle is the whole food thing. I'll be raising, and feeding, crickets

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Some days I feel like I want to try to track my decent into political cynicism, and other days I'd like to return to my head-in-the-sand roots. Today is Election Day, and my husband is a political activist. God bless that man. Today, the voters of our city get to decide whether they trust our city council with another boatload of their money. Lord have mercy.

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This is our fifth Lenten season as Orthoox Christians. Its a busy time, partly because of all of the planning for Holy Week, all the mid week services, upcoming baptisms... But also because I think the Enemy wants to get me off track. I didn't have this problem as a Protestant. Easter really wasn't that big of a deal. We bought dresses and baskets and chocolate and planned a big Sunday dinner.

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My six-year-old just told me what she wants for her next birthday...Her: "A cellphone!"Me: "No."Her: "Laptop?"Me: "No."Her: "awww... okay... sharpie markers."Lord have mercy.

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I just spent 4 days at Disneyland with my two youngest daughters. I used to think that all those mothers who bought their kids those little autograph books were caving. What on earth is the value of a book full of autographs of college students pretending to be cartoon characters? Just another piece of junk to throw on the pile I call home.But this year I did it. My oldest children are

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Hubby and I were talking awhile back about the varied temperments of our three daughters. The discussion began with the realization that girls these day aren't necessarily told what they can be when they grow up, as they had been in past generations. But we wondered how our girls would have reacted to a discouraging comment, or an outright prohibition. If they were told that they would not be

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First, let me state that I truly believe that the Lord intended to bless me when he gave me four step-children. Really, I believe that. But I also know that what God intends as a blessing is usually something we have to work at. And I often wonder if I have completely blown this one.My oldest stepson's 16th birthday is approaching. Of the four, he was the first to decide to call me Mom. That was

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I must say that I wish I could get those two hours back again. What a waste of time. I can’t say that my sensibilities were necessarily offended, although having my intelligence insulted to such a degree should have done it. It's hard to tell if the writer was actually truly serious about some of the plot points. One of the pastor’s questions during a premarital counseling session was “how’s

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Abbey is six. She's built just like her Dad. Most people don't know that because you can only really tell when they don't have any clothes on. They each have a really long torso, of which I am insanely jealous. By comparison, their legs are pretty short. I caught a glimpse of Abbey running down the hall this afternoon, and remembered what she looked like when she used to run about naked, her

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