So I just finished up a batch of homemade ice cream for the bday man, and I suddenly remembered that his love for the homemade stuff is of old!
Monthly Archive for August, 2009
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Back in the late 70′s and early 80′s when our kids were little, my husband was busy helping get a Christian school launched in time for our first child, Bekah, to start kindergarten. By God’s grace and with the help of many other parents, Logos School opened its doors. All three of our children attended Logos from kindergarten through 12th grade, and what a merry ride that was!
Now our grandchildren are starting to fill up the elementary grades, and our children are taking their spots as both parents and alums. We could not be more thrilled! First off, it is a great blessing to live to see my children’s children. But connected to that is the blessing of seeing my children grab the baton and run with it, assuming their roles and responsibilities with enthusiasm and gratitude.
Some people have wondered why we chose to start a school rather than home-school. But rather than get into that discussion, I thought I would just talk about what we see as the benefits of a Logos (or like-minded Continue reading ‘Gratitude’
So, a little rodeo round-up before I move on to a recipe and feign total ignorance of this whole topic! I’d like to drive by a few random bits and pieces from various comments and address them in no particular order.
First of all I would like to point out a few things about the debate in itself. In a healthy Christian community there will always be differences between the people in them. But the differences were there before anyone talked about it. Talking about our differences, working through them, and not being afraid to say out loud what side of the line you land on is not uniquely Christian, but staying in fellowship while you do it is. It is a hallmark of a functioning family. When something is rubbing us the wrong way, we stay together and Continue reading ‘Wrap up? Round up? A Collection of stray thoughts!’
Shoehorning in with a completely off-topic remark, I just wanted to mention that I’ve awarded the Purse over at the Amoretti blog. And furthermore, I’ve posted up another contest – one which requires you to know the right answer. The actual new purse will go up tomorrow . . . but in the meantime go zooming over to check if you won the last one, and give me a guess on the contest!
Well, goodness gracious! I step out of town for the merest moment . . . out of range of the internet for only a tiny slice of time . . . and when I check back in, I find a full scale kerfluffle in progress! And I missed the whole thing! At least, people still seem to be fairly well riled up . . . but I missed the moment where I can actually spit on my hands and join the discussion. To do so now would inevitably be that awkward thing that happens to you sometimes in groups . . . you know, you say something loudly right at the moment when everyone else has quieted down. Never fails to be embarrassing.
So rather than say what Mom and Rachel have already so admirably said, (aside: Well jobbed, Mom and Rachel!) I am merely going to comment in passing that I went on a float down the river in Boise while you were all having this amiable discussion, and I was noticing what a terrible pack of ugliness was also floating down the river with us. I actually started counting to see what percentage of people didn’t sport some yuck-a-duck piece of artwork on them somewhere or had stuck themselves full of unsightly plugs. My guess is that it was only about 10% untainted on the river that day. I was inwardly cheering for the people who had managed one way or the other to reach the ripe old age of 25 without committing a rash piece of indiscretion that is forever going to date them in a most unflattering way. It’s like somehow chaining yourself forever to the music of the Bangles or something. Very hard to recover from that. I mean, you can totally guess someone’s era and which high school reunion they’re going to be attending next based on their tattoos / piercings. Have you ever tried that? Loads of fun when you’re stuck waiting in the car for someone at the mall, or conversely, floating down a river in Boise. There’s the early nineties ankle tattoos . . . then that got a bit old and totally overdone and not nearly edgy enough anymore . . . so forward thinking ladies moved it to the shoulder blade. That seems to have been when hearts, flowers, and palm trees were the done thing. Then when the midriff shirts got to be darned near mandatory and waistbands dropped to dizzying lows, everyone tore into the eastern symbol lower back tat and the belly button rings like there was no tomorrow. Then there are the poor unfortunate souls who kept right on going and now have a selection of styles to choose from. They’re kind of like the people who decorate their houses with new trends without ever cleaning out the old . . . so they have the dried flower swag and toll painted goose over the golden oak bookcase of the eighties . . . and a clawfoot mahogany coffee table of the nineties . . . and a pottery barn apothecary chest of this decade.
Oh shoot. Did I let my opinion slip out? Embarrassing . . .
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