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To My Son-In-Law And To Those Who Serve To Protect Us And Our FREEDOM

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 15:39:00 -0600

To my son-in-law, Tex! Thank you for your courage and for the sacrifices you have made for our country. May God bless you every day, and ALWAYS bring you safely home! My son-in-law....My soldier....MY HERO!

A Soldier
Author Unknown

There is discipline in A Soldier
you can see it when he walks,
There is honor in A Soldier you hear it when he talks.

There is courage in A Soldier
you can see it in his eyes,
There is loyalty in A Soldier
that he will not compromise.

There is something in A Soldier
that makes him stand apart,
There is strength in A Soldier
that beats from his heart.

A Soldier isn't a title
any man can be hired to do,
A Soldier is the soul of that man
buried deep inside of you.

A Soldier's job isn't finished
after an 8 hour day or a 40 hour week,
A Soldier is always A Soldier
even while he sleeps.

A Soldier serves his country first
and his life is left behind,
A Soldier has to sacrifice
what comes first in a civilian's mind.

If you are civilian -
I am saying this to you.....
next time you see A Soldier
remember what they do.

A Soldier is the reason
our land is 'Home of the free',
A Soldier is the one that is brave
protecting you and me.

If you are A Soldier -
I am saying this to you.....
Thank God for EVERY SOLDIER
Thank God for what YOU do!

A Sad Day At Fort Hood

Thu, 5 Nov 2009 21:05:00 -0600

"The Lord will hear your crying, and He will comfort you. When He hears you, He will help you!" Isaiah 30:19

I am THANKING AND PRAISING GOD today that my baby girl is home SAFE AND SOUND as she had just left Ft. Hood shortly before the shootings began. Her husband, Tex, is out in the field so he was not on base either.

My heart goes out to the families of the 12 that have lost loved their lives, and to the 31 who have been injured in this horrible tragedy.

Please pray with with me for the families involved as well as those still on base. I pray that this will all be resolved soon and no more precious lives will be lost!

Praying For Aaron

Tue, 3 Nov 2009 13:23:00 -0600

Today I am adding Aaron to my prayer list. He was attacked by two men over the weekend and is in the hospital. To read more about Aaron, please visit his mom's blog, "Heavenly Humor!" I know Debby would appreciate all the love and support we can give her during this time. Please join me in uplifting Aaron and his family in prayer!

The Christian Jack-O-Lantern

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 23:47:00 -0500

The Christian
Jack-O-Lantern

I am a Jack O' Lantern
My light will shine so bright
For I am a Christian pumpkin
My symbols tell what's right.

My nose is like the cross
on which our Savior died
To set us free from sin
We need no longer hide.

My mouth is like a fish
The whole wide world to show
That Christians live in this house
And love their Savior so!

The story starts at Christmas
My eyes are like the star
That shone on Baby Jesus
And wise men saw from far

My color it is orange
Just like the big bright sun
That rose on Easter Day
Along with God's own Son.

And so on Halloween
Let's set our pumpkins out
And tell the trick or treaters
What God's love is all about!

Author Unknown

Pumpkin Crunch

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 23:21:00 -0500

My sister Barbara, made me this recipe about 2 years ago and I was HOOKED!! If you like pumpkin, this is an AWESOMELY (is that a word? lol) DELICIOUS dessert. Well, you could eat it any time you want really. I have eaten for breakfast with a hot cup of coffee........WOW! Now THAT'S the breakfast of CHAMPIONS!!

For this recipe, you will need:

1 15 oz. can pumpkin
1 can evaporated milk
4 eggs
1 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. ginger
2 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. salt
3/4 c. sugar
1 box yellow cake mix
1/2 lb. melted butter
1 c. chopped walnuts (optional)

Mix first 8 ingredients together and pour into greased 9x13 inch pan. Sprinkle 1 box yellow cake mix over pumpkin mixture, then 1 cup chopped walnuts over cake mix. Drizzle 2 sticks (1/2 pound) melted butter evenly over nuts and cake mix. (this makes the crunchy topping) Bake at 350 degrees for 50 to 60 minutes. Serve as is with pumpkin on bottom and cake on top.

ENJOY!

Mr. Pointy Nose Returns

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 10:14:00 -0500

To read the first Mr. Pointy Nose, please click here!

Sister heard the knock on the door first, but Brother beat her to it. It was Mr. Pointy Nose, the truant officer who had visited many months earlier with dire warnings about homeschooling and had left a friend, with a bread recipe.

“It’s the man from the state!” Brother yelled. Mother rushed from the kitchen with Baby on her hip and sighed in relief when she saw their guest. “Please, come in,” she said.

Mr. Pointy Nose took a chair in the living room and Sister went for refreshments.

“What brings you all the way out here again?” Mother asked.

“Well,” said Mr. Pointy Nose, “two things, actually. First, I wanted to let you know that I’ve quit my job and I’m moving to Montana.”

Mother was surprised. Brother was ecstatic. “Oh, wow! Montana! That’s a big state! They have a lot of steer and horses and even buffalo. Can we come visit you?”

Mother signaled Brother to calm down. “What will you do in Montana?” she asked Mr. Pointy Nose.

“I have a brother who owns a ranch out there. I thought I’d try my hand at cattle herding.” He smiled sheepishly, as if he knew how unsuited for such work he seemed. “It’s always good to learn new things,” he added.

“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Mother said.

“Can we visit?” Brother asked again, ignoring Mother’s warning glare.

“I’d be happy to have you,” Mr. Pointy Nose said, “but you know it’s hundreds of miles from here.” Brother nodded and ran for an encyclopedia.

“On a more serious note,” Mr. Pointy Nose continued, “A new truant officer has been assigned, and I’m afraid she won’t be so easily won over. She’s on a low-carb diet.”

Mother burst into laughter. Mr. Pointy Nose was starting his new life with a new sense of humor.

“Really,” Mr. Pointy Nose said, “she’s a tough one. Takes her job and herself very seriously. I didn’t want you to be surprised.”

Mother thanked Mr. Pointy Nose for the heads-up and wrapped some homemade strudel for his journey. He left amidst wishes of good luck and even some hugs.

After the children were in bed, Mother and Father talked long into the night. Sister and Brother tip-toed out of their room and sat in the hallway for many moments watching the light under their parents’ door and worrying in whispers about the new truant officer. They weren’t doing anything wrong, of course. As a matter of fact, they were doing many things quite right. But they worried nonetheless.

The family didn’t have to wait long to meet the new truant officer. She showed up at their door two days after Mr. Pointy Nose. “Ms. No-Bread” the children decided to call her in private, even after Mother gave them a disapproving look. “Well,” Sister said, “it’s not mean. She doesn’t like to eat bread, does she?”

Ms. No-Bread was tall and even sterner than Mr. Pointy Nose had let on. After a brief and official introduction, she announced, “Your children belong in school.”

“My children are in school,” Mother said calmly. “We homeschool.”

“We live at school,” Brother added, even as Sister tugged at the back of his shirt. Brother was only seven and still not very good at knowing when he should keep quiet.

Ms. No-Bread’s eyebrows drew together until they touched. “That’s not school and it’s not legal.”

Mother turned and handed Baby to Sister. “I think there must be a misunderstanding,” she said when she turned back to Ms. No-Bread. “Homeschooling is perfectly legal and has been very good for my children.”

Ms. No-Bread harrumphed and stomped back to her car, warning, “We’ll see about that!”

The next day, the family was served with papers to appear in court. That night, Mother and Father stayed up late talking again. Sister and Brother sat in the hall again. Brother fumed, “I should have set a trap for that lady.”

“What would you do with her if you caught her?” Sister asked.

Brother thought this over for a long time. “I would get Daddy to drive her far away and leave her there. In Montana.”

Sister laughed. “That wouldn’t be a very nice thing to do to Mr. Pointy Nose.”

The day of their hearing arrived and the whole family went together. Brother was under orders to be on his best behavior. Father and Mother had decided they would represent themselves and that Mother would speak for the family.

Ms. No-Bread presented her case before the judge, then shocked the family by asking that the children be removed to foster care while the case was under investigation. It was with great effort that Mother gathered her wits to speak.

“Your honor,” she said, when it was her turn. “I’m sure this lady has the best of intentions, and I’m glad she cares so much about children.” Mother held her breath for a second.

“Our family has been homeschooling for nine years,” Mother continued. “I have to be honest and tell you that we would do it with or without the blessing of the state, but it does happen that homeschooling is legal in our state and that we are not in violation of the law.”

The judge leaned forward. Mother hoped she hadn’t shocked him, or offended his sense of authority. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Brother lean forward, too. He and Sister were sitting on the front row, because they had begged to be close to Mother — just in case. Father sat near the back with Baby, because Baby wasn’t always very quiet. Only a handful of others sat scattered about the courtroom — two other homeschool families who had come to support Mother and Father, and some people there for their own hearings.

“You’re telling me,” the judge said, more surprised than angry, “that you would knowingly break the law if it didn’t suit you?”

Mother cleared her throat. “Yes, your honor, I would. You see, a law that forcibly takes children from their parents to be educated by the state is both unconstitutional and unconscionable. For the good of my children and for the sake of liberty, I would be forced to choose what is right over what politicians had concluded should be the fate of my children.”

The judge was rapt now. He gathered his robes and descended from his bench. Ms. No-Bread gasped.

The judge motioned for Mother to sit in a nearby chair and he took one opposite her. “Please, continue,” he said. Ms. No-Bread tried to protest, but the judge motioned her to sit also. “Doesn’t this fascinate you?” he asked her.

Brother could contain himself no longer and ran to his mother and sat on her lap. She wrapped her arms around him and spoke.

“I know that many parents feel intimidated by the state system of education, but they do have the right to choose freedom. It’s wrong for the state to take children by force. It’s wrong for it to force its own curriculum and ideology on children, its own vision of the future, its own agenda for society. It’s the role of citizens to create their own future, based on their own individual visions. That’s how we came to be the United States of America and the freest nation on earth. The people, not the state, created America. Now the government has decided the people can no longer be trusted — not even to raise their own children.”

Ms. No-Bread rose to protest again, but the judge interrupted her. “What do you think of this, ma’am?”

Ms. No-Bread stuttered a few incoherent words and sat down.

“Go on,” the judge said to Mother. “You have my interest.”

“Your honor,” Mother went on, “the state is our servant, not our master. Since when does the servant order the master to turn over his children and threaten to lock him up if he won’t?”

The judge looked thoughtful. “But some parents, all too many, maybe, won’t see to their children’s education as they should. In the long run, that costs the state money — welfare, prisons, tax revenues.”

Mother looked doubtful. “Maybe,” she said. “On the other hand, it’s hard to imagine it getting much worse than it is now — with most children in state schools. Could it be that the state has taken on a job never intended to fall to it and is paying the consequences? The family is not some program instituted by politicians. It’s the natural way of life, a law of nature, so to speak. Laws of nature are usually violated at considerable risk to the offender.”

The judge leaned back in his chair. “Whoa. You’ve given this some thought. Go on.”

“Maybe,” Mother said, “much of the dysfunction we see in society today is because the state has taken over the role of parents. Maybe state schooling is actually a major cause of our problems, for the very reason that it defies the laws of nature.”

“But,” the judge began.

Mother held up her hand. “Please, if you don’t mind, I’d like to make one more point.”

The judge nodded and Ms. No-Bread looked as if she might cry, or maybe explode.

“A few people argue that because some parents will fail to see to their children’s education all children should be forced into state schools. This seems an odd line of reasoning to me. What else do we apply it to? Do we require children to be nourished by the state because some parents will feed them poorly? Poor nutrition costs the state — in healthcare, lost taxes from lost earnings, and welfare. Do we force all adults to exercise daily? Adult lethargy costs the state plenty. Do we monitor the daily activities of all citizens because some will commit crimes? Crime costs the state a tremendous amount of money. Why the preemptive action against potential imperfections in parent-controlled education but nowhere else?”

The judge rubbed his chin. “That’s a good question. Why, indeed?” He turned to Ms. No-Bread. “What do you think?”

“I don’t think,” she snapped. “I just do my job. Smarter people than me came up with this system.”

The judge turned to Mother and raised his eyebrows.

“The history of our system is another story,” she said, “and there’s not time to get into it now. But common sense serves just as well to determine what’s right. We may deem other people’s imperfections worse than our own, but that does not give us the right to take away their children and indoctrinate them according to our own perceived perfection —“

At this, Ms. No-Bread stood and blurted out, “What about people who abuse their children? How will we ever know if they aren’t in school?”

Mother nodded. “Child abuse is a horrible thing, but most abused children already attend state schools where the abuse goes unnoticed or even ignored. Some are even abused in schools without any repercussions. But again, are we prepared to monitor all families because a few do wrong? Is that what you would want if you had children?”

Ms. No-Bread didn’t respond. She sat down and glared out a window.

“People are not perfect,” Mother said. “There is plenty that needs to be done to help parents do their job better. But that is not the role of the state. The perfecting of imperfect human beings by their fellow imperfect human beings should be done by persuasion, not coercion.”

Brother had drifted off to sleep and Mother shifted him on her lap so his head rested more comfortably against her shoulder. A heavy silence hung in the atmosphere, one of thoughtfulness.

“I won’t take much more of your time,” Mother said. “But I would like to emphasize that I did not bring children into the world to fulfill someone else’s vision for the future. As you well know, there are dozens, maybe hundreds, of competing visions within education circles. And, as I’m also sure you know, the winning theories are those of people with the most will and money to influence politicians and others in authority. The law then attempts to take my children by force and make them submit to the winner's ideology. The only thing that stands between this grasp for my children and their freedom is their father and me. If I won’t protect them, who will? So, yes, even if it meant breaking the law, I would protect my children from becoming pawns in this deadly game of who is most perfect and therefore justified in taking away the children to prepare them for the correct future.”

Brother stirred and looked around. “Are we done yet?” he asked. The judge stood and ruffled Brother’s hair. “Yes, son, we’re done. Go home and learn all you can so you can make as convincing a case for freedom as your mother has done.”

Brother leapt from Mother’s lap, ran over to Ms. No-Bread and threw his arms around her. “You can come visit us sometime,” he said. “We can give you roast beef instead of bread.”

Ms. No-Bread looked bewildered and embarrassed, but also a little less stern. A tear slipped down her cheek and she nodded as Brother ran back to his mother.

Permission to print this story in homeschool newsletters and post it on homeschool web sites with full attribution to its author is hereby granted. All other requests, please contact author at bzpbooks@isp.com.

Homeschool Resource

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:23:00 -0500

Stephanie over at "Living Life On HIS Terms" has a wonderful link on her son's homeschool blog for vocabulary, Wordly Wise 3000. WW3000, lets you choose different levels for your child. In each lesson, they will pronounce the word, ask you to repeat the word, tell you the part of speech, the definition, and then use that word in a sentence. I really like this and Kiddo seems to also.

I have been searching the web for some other resources that are interesting and fun for Kiddo. Some of the ones we use now he says are "BORING!" I have asked some of my hs'ing friends what resource links they use that they really like. Hopefully, I will be able to find something he LIKES to use and can pass them on to you as well.

Well, off I go to check my mail and see what ~~bills~~ goodies we find lurking in the box! I hope you all have a great day!

Homeschool Resource Of The Day

Tue, 13 Oct 2009 07:31:00 -0500

Today's resource is this great 1930s book on physical fitness, "Adventures In Living; Keeping Fit." It puts our own personal fitness in context with the world around us, as well as tying in some wonderful historical stories, activities and experiments to its fitness message.

Each chapter ends with a short quiz. Some of this is a bit dated, but most can still be used as is, or with just a little updating. Makes you want to get out and DO something! Lots of fun, filled with fascinating stories!

Get yours today, while it's still available!

Down Syndrome Awareness Month

Sun, 4 Oct 2009 15:10:00 -0500

Did you know that October is National Down's Syndrome Awareness Month?

Did you know that...........

What is Down Syndrome?

Down syndrome (DS), also called Trisomy 21, is a condition in which extra genetic material causes delays in the way a child develops, both mentally and physically. It affects about 1 in every 800 babies.

The physical features and medical problems associated with Down syndrome can vary widely from child to child. While some kids with DS need a lot of medical attention, others lead healthy lives.

Though Down syndrome can't be prevented, it can be detected before a child is born. The health problems that can go along with DS can be treated, and there are many resources within communities to help kids and their families who are living with the condition.

What Causes It?

Normally, at the time of conception a baby inherits genetic information from its parents in the form of 46 chromosomes: 23 from the mother and 23 from the father. In most cases of Down syndrome, a child gets an extra chromosome 21 — for a total of 47 chromosomes instead of 46. It's this extra genetic material that causes the physical features and developmental delays associated with DS.

Although no one knows for sure why DS occurs and there's no way to prevent the chromosomal error that causes it, scientists do know that women age 35 and older have a significantly higher risk of having a child with the condition. At age 30, for example, a woman has about a 1 in 900 chance of conceiving a child with DS. Those odds increase to about 1 in 350 by age 35. By 40 the risk rises to about 1 in 100.

To learn more, please visit Kids Health by clicking HERE!

Happy Fall Ya'll

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:40:00 -0500

"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven!" Ecclesiastes 3:1

AUTUMN

In all its burnished glory
Leaves falling to the ground
At first floating silently
Drifting without a sound

Rich colors, copper and yellows
On the ground unfurl
Lay there deep and crisp
Winds make them dance and swirl

Quietly summer slips away
Replaced by days rich and golden
This is the gift of nature
For which we are beholden

Arms outstretched
Stripped of all their glory
The trees wait silently
To begin again their story