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Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Summertime



We've spent five days camping this summer and in spite of everything, it really was fun. But honestly, at every campout, there is a time, when I end up saying a silent prayer that I was not born to be a pioneer woman! And, I really don't know what to do sometimes, but everyone else seems to know, so they set me straight. But, still, I cook, I clean, I unload, I help set up, I hold hands, I provide and play games, I bring all the "stuff" for s'mores, I share a devotional, I take lots of photos, and I thank my Heavenly Father for this beautiful part of the world I can breathe deeply in and enjoy the serenity of being unplugged from the outside world.

This time we did not see any snakes, and no one got stung by a hornet, however the noises and bugs seemed much more plentiful than just a month ago, so I was grateful MyMike killed the big ugly wolf spider in the women's bathroom, because that was just TOO MUCH for me! I missed hiking and having Cowgirl with us this time, but the kids loved riding their bikes and the beach was much less crowded than last time, so all in all it was good. I am most grateful for a queen sized air mattress and my husband who is Super Camper and who is so organized and makes everything work out.

I made bean burritos down by the lake on two sheets of tinfoil over the campfire grill, one afternoon for lunch, and those were Delish! I slathered refried beans on top of a flour tortilla and cheese, let it melt, then added chopped olives and taco sauce when I put them on the plates. Everyone loved them and they were easy! Our favorite camping breakfast? Yogurt with granola! What did the pioneers do without coolers??? I'm so glad I'll never know. I wish I could say I never complained, but I'm far too imperfect. Still, though, I did it, and both times I got in long, good talks with my daughters, and that was really one of the highlights for me. I go where my family goes. And I enjoy Them - uninterrupted, all day and night, in a beautiful wooded setting. . . . The bugs, the dirt, the critters, the inconveniences, a bathroom that requires a flashlight to get to in the middle of the night - those are things I could just as easily do without.



MyGirl and I spent the first two weeks of August with "sick bugs" so were just happy to be finally feeling better by the weekend so we could end up going camping! And while she was sick and napping one afternoon, I got some scrapping time in . . . Here are the highlights of our trip to the Capitol last May. (Remember to see details, double click on the photo.)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

My First Ammendment Rights

My blog was originally about creativity. I value the opportunity I have to choose things about my life. This post, however is not about art. Its about the ability to create the life I live and love. Its about my personal feelings regarding the health care debate going on right now. I'm going to say it because my feelings are strong. Disregard it if you don't agree. Just exit out and stop reading now. Its just my own soapbox, to be sure. I value my first ammendment rights. I am grateful to be an American. I am grateful to have the right to worship as I please and to have the opportunity to speak and assemble as I see fit. Here are my thoughts.

Being born doesn't entitle you to receive health care. For the first two hundred years in this country everyone knew that if you wanted a good life it would take a lot of work and effort and some good luck too. Our Founding Fathers came here to do just that - work hard, be independent, and hold on to the liberty which they felt were granted to them by their Creator. To be an American meant you had the ability to choose for yourself how you think and how you live, not dictated to by a king or your government. We are the nation we are because even immigrants to this land were willing to work hard, save their money, pennies at a time, and stay out of trouble to help their families have a better future. Did they get sick? Sure, sometimes. If a doctor could help them, and they could afford it, great, if not they weren't whining about being here. They knew people get sick - its life, and they were just grateful they had the opportunities granted them as Americans to have free speech, free religious opportunity, and the right to peacefully assemble and bear arms. Why did they come here for two centuries? Because everywhere else they lived they saw what happened when common people weren't allowed these privileges and they did everything in their power to get here so their posterity wouldn't have to live like that ever again.

We are not a country of equal outcomes, we are a country of equal opportunity. Given your individual circumstances, you can still improve your lot in life if you work hard. There are compensations already in place for those who are born blind or so disabled that working and making great progress are more limited, but they are the exceptions in this country. The purpose of government is to protect basic rights and patrol our borders to keep the "bad guys" from getting in. I am referring to terrorists and people who seek to destroy our country and its citizens as well as those who feel like being a bully and seek to take away your pursuit of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. In America those rights are already given to us by the Constitution. The problem these days, is that government thinks it has a different role. In fact in many ways it has taken upon itself the role of nationwide bully. It seems to think that only IT knows what is best for all of us. IT doesn't have the basic respect for us to make our own correct decisions. IT feels the need to make more and more decisions for us every day, from how much money we should be required to give to charitable causes to how much or how little we should say when we disagree with IT. In ITs desire to Control everything in our lives IT has forgotten how to control ITself. And so IT is largely unaccountable for ITs actions, ethically corrupt and prideful in ITs arrogance to determine that It should live one standard as an elected official instead of remembering that they are only there to serve US.

Unfortunately, in our government two key facts are missing. One is that governemnt workers are public servants. Service appears to be a forgotten notion in current politics. When you serve it requires sacrifice, putting your own needs behind those you are serving. You are more frugal with shared funds you have stewardship over because you know how hard people have worked to be able to give these to you since you are the one who is working for the best interest of all the people. You listen to those you serve because you are truly there to help them. Your agenda is not to make more money or to get away with something or to get better perks. It is not about gaining a greater advantage than another. Service is about taking an opportunity to work on behalf of another and then giving yourself wholeheartedly to that cause. Its not about personal gain but about losing oneself in the purpose of something greater than your own self interest. It is about keeping yourself to the highest standard so that your personal weaknesses do not get in the way of doing the hard work that really needs to be done. Unfortunately the title of Public Servants seems to have lost its real definition. Yes, we pay them to work for us, and so they, in fact, are accountable to us. It is not their job to deceive or manipulate or change us. It is their job to do what we, the people, have asked them to do. It does not make them better than us and it does not mean that we don't have to be aware of what they are doing, but when we are, they should never tell us to be quiet and go away and let them do all the talking because they are the only ones that know anything. No, it is the voice of the people that this government was founded upon, and so we must let our voices be heard again. They are the servants, we are the masters. I expect my government to protect my basic rights and when it does not, it can expect to hear about it. These are rights I will not just quietly give away. The Founding Fathers fought too hard for me to have these rights for me to just let anyone take them away from me, even my own government.

The second key fact that has been forgotten is that this was a nation founded by Christian principles. Even if you are not a practicing Christian, the basic values of honesty, being true to your family and spouse, behaving decently all have a place in American society. "In God We Trust," is all over things that are American. It is constantly there to remind us, but so many Americans have forgotten that when we put God first, all other things will fall into place. Men don't have to be perfect to be good men, but they do have to hold certain principles of standards and practices in their lives to be good men, and when they forget those and don't live them, they and we suffer. This is particularly true for public servants. We trust them to do the best they can and when they do it without considering the moral and spiritual implications to the citizens of this country we suffer. With God we cannot fail, without Him we cannot win. If this nation would embrace God's laws, our nation would grow and prosper again, but when we disregard His commandments and following His words and laws, the only thing left is for God to cease blessing our country, and wo to us when that happens. We are feeling its effects now, and it will continue to grow worse until people choose Him first. I know in my heart that we need God's help to get through these hard times on our country, but I fear other men and women won't heed His words, but disregard it. I cannot change every heart in America but I can be an influence for good in my own life, and I pledge to do better. To really be a good Christian and to be a servant for HIM, is the best I can do, and I want to do it for HIM. God Bless America, my home sweet home!

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Already August?



As usual, summer is flying by. Finally, I've been able to do a few more creative paper projects in the quiet moments of the evenings. The fireflies are gone, I've had a sick one all week, and one at High Adventure Scout camp, so its been relatively quiet here, which always means more time for my little projects.
First, some photos of BigBuddy's File Folio card - He is 17 now and so dear to me. Its with many mixed feelings that I realize this is his senior year, and after this, everything will be different. . . not necessarily for the worse, but my days to have him so close are so limited. I will miss him. I miss Cowgirl too.

These are pages from our Spring trip to Boston, and remembering LittleBuddy's baseball season. . . all wonderful memories!






Didn't make too many big memories this week but had some really good laughs with LittleBuddy and he got bit by the photo bug this week, so it was fun to see him play with an older digital camera and capture his world on it. Here are a few of his favorite photos.




Love these children!!! So glad MyGirl is better, BigBuddy is home safe, with just a few mountain-bike-induced scratches, and LittleBuddy said this week, "I'm glad I was born last so I can take care of you, Mommy, when you're old." I am so blessed!

Monday, July 20, 2009

how does this garden grow?


 

I am continually amazed at the handiwork of the Lord. I really don't know how these have gotten to be so large and prolific. All I have done is put a few things in place and then just watch the Lord make miracles happen.
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The creator of us all can do more and do things better than I ever could. I am in awe at His power. I need a small piece of that to be the influence for good to others that I am to this garden. I am asking myself, what can I put in place so that the Lord can take relationships and make them flourish? What things do I need to do daily and weekly that will help the things that matter much more to me than a garden get the same or better results? . . . the lessons learned from the garden. . . .

Saturday, July 18, 2009

creative homemade activities


It has been so fun having my Cowgirl daughter home during the summer. We surprised MyGirl with a partial bedroom makeover on Thurs. night while she was at church by making new floral wall decor to replace the vinyl circles and squares she considers too modern for her current style. I painted, Cowgirl no-sewed and we had so much fun. The day before we had played Scrabble to the point of laughing so hard bathroom breaks were in order shortly thereafter. Breathless laughter and the high pitched giggle of a 21 year old are just as much fun as with a 5 year old. I miss her but am glad for the fun we are creating while she's here. We've been creating all kinds of fun since she's been here. . . camping soup recipes, quiet time for just the two of us to chat, ways to play for not a lot of money, domestic bliss, and arts and crafts too






Yesterday we picked raspberries and then made homemade raspberry ice cream, using PioneerWomen's recipe for Blackberry ice cream. . . OH MY! It was so rich and good. I better not make it too often for fear of addiction, but it was melt-in-your-mouth wonderful and raspberries aren't even my favorite fruit!
We're reading Harry Potter 7 since movie 6 leaves you wanting to resolve all the issues, and we're not good at waiting. Cowgirl, BigBuddy, and I have already read it, but not the youngest two, so that's been fun to share it with them. Creating suspense and anticipation - JK Rowling is a master, is she not?
Picking zucchini and tomatoes every day now feels like the height of creative fruition. I think I shall always have to garden every year from this point forward. I have LOVED it so much. These were the pickings MyMike pulled off today. And, speaking of MyMike, yesterday we celebrated 22 years together. He reminded me in the morning that I have now spent as much of my life with him as without. It just gets better through the years and I am so grateful to be able to create a marriage that has lasted. Of all the creative endeavors, this is one I cherish the most!
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Creativity

Creativity . . .
Where has it gone??? I just don't spend much time scrapbooking or card making or creating a wonderful new recipe or repurposing something or anything very creative.
It's summer. I expect a few days of R&R but they're coming in one hour time segments at the end of the day when I'm just too tired.
I signed up for a FREE photography class, but I've only made time once in the past two weeks to even open up the camera case. Fortunately, its saved on-line. I will get to it eventually.


Today, the fish LittleBuddy caught last night, made it onto my digital screen. It's LittleBuddy's first official all-by-himself-no-adults-needed and it stayed on the hook. It had to be remembered! And, there is a story to tell there. Its in a ziploc that I brought because I had faith all along that he would catch a fish, and so he puts it in the bag next to me and goes back to try to catch another. MyMike and I are on a park bench relaxing, chatting, watching the kids, and the bag starts to jump. I was out of that bench so fast and on the other side of Mike, and of course, he just quietly chuckled. Then a few minutes later, it jumps off the bench and onto the ground, which is just fine with me, because it keeps startling me. And basically its supposed to be dead and its still alive. . . I mean, Really! That's startling! Then a couple is walking by and it jumps again. They jumped. I, of course, am still jumping, but not off the bench by this time, and as I explain its my son's first fish, they make some comment about how completely unexpected that was and that was going to give them a heart attack. Mike's getting in a lot of chuckles. Well, welcome to my world. Where the unexpected reigns and where hearts jump regularly as a little boy delights in watching me jump several times a week as he jumps out at me when I least expect it. How could I expect his first fish to do less?? AND, Who knew that the highlight of my day was a jumping ziploc carried home by a little boy who waited all weekend to go and catch THAT fish.
This is my creative life. I am writing it down to remember it, and loving having it in my memory. Someday I'll document it in a creative way. For now, just living is all I can do, and gratefully, I still get to!

Friday, July 3, 2009

Hooray for America





Tomorrow is the 4th. . . where did the year go??? Looking forward to having MyGirl home again tomorrow after a week at girl's camp. She called today and sounded so happy. She said it was her best week since being a 1st year - how glad I am!!! Can't wait to just sit and listen to all the tales. Its fun to look at pics from last year. . . every year is a little different and every year has some of the same traditions too. No waffles this year, but saving blueberries and strawberries for dessert on top of homemade vanilla ice cream instead.

Today our long weekend started. Just having MyMike home felt like a holiday. I was on the go at 8am and only stopped in for short stops the rest of the day. Painting has begun inside. Can't wait for the baseboards to really look white again! My favorite activity of the day, taking LittleBuddy to the lake with MyMike for fishing. This photo is old, but it is the same place we went tonight. We went after dinner and spent a couple of hours there. So wished I'd remembered to bring my camera because as we left to head back to the car, a million fireflies were blinking in and out of the woods. It was like a Disney ride in the dark, lights flickering eerily and also in perfect synchronicity. . . such a magical moment - gotta remember it! And, LittleBuddy caught three fish, and they ALL got away. . . the stories he'll tell someday. As his hand grows, the bigger the stories will be too :-)
I'm continually reminded that I live in such freedom because I was blessed to be born in America. I just can't express enough my appreciation for all those who have paved the way with blood and tears for me to live this life I live. God Bless America, my home sweet home!