Though I don't care about every detail of college football like my parents and siblings, I did watch the National Championship game last night. I wanted Texas to get smoked since Nebraska almost beat them in the Big 12 Championship game.
Again, I'm not a big rambler about college football, but my brother has never liked Colt McCoy much, and I listened to him and believed him...i even wanted him to lose.
I felt bad for the kid though last night. He's been waiting for this championship game forever - they thought they got cheated out of it last year...and the second play of the game he gets hurt.
Did he whine? did he insist that they could have won if he'd played? Did he cry or complain? Though he was clearly hurting and dissappointed he said in his post game interview:
"I give God the glory. I never ask why in situations like these. God is in control. I'm standing on the rock."
I think I have something to learn from this guy. Thank you God for the humility and faithfulness in those comments. Just pointing to you regardless of circumstances, good or bad. That's all we can do.
January 8, 2010
January 2, 2010
Kiss and Tell - Looking back on a decade of midnight kisses
10 years and 2 days ago at the stroke of midnight I was a 13 year old eighth grader with a boyfriend who was sure he was going to get a french kiss for the first time from me....he didn't.
I had a party in my parents' barn with my good friends in attendance; I can't remember much about what we did, but I do remember my midnight kiss. I think there was much anticipation and discussion among my friends, or at least definitely with Kiley and probably with Bridget and possibly with Britni, about whether I would have my first french kiss to ring in the New Millenium. It seemed perfectly appropriate to all of them...it seemed perfectly terrifying to me.
What I do remember about that kiss is that my head was turned the wrong way (I apparently was still at a kissing stage where there is just one way to turn your head to kiss), it was uncomfortably long for a non-french kiss (I'm sure that poor boy was hoping), and I kept thinking please Lord Jesus, don't let him slip me the tongue.
The best part of my night was definitely not the kiss, though my first french kiss wasn't much better a year and a half later from a different boy. The best part about that night could have been that I wore my new silver fleece / goose down vest from Kids Gap (I still have it, just washed it today!)or that my mom and dad flipped the breaker to the barn's electricity so that all of my friends for one split second thought that Y2K was real.
the things you remember and treasure.
I don't remember all of my midnights as new years came and went, but my favorite still has to be my Senior year of high school, where my boyfriend-now-husband taught me how to climb on to the tip-top of his church, where we watched fireworks and had an awkward turn-around-to-kiss-while-trying-not-to-fall-off-the-roof-and-die moment. What a year that turned out to be...
This year was also fun - we got together with two other families and played pictionary and catch phrase with my four year old. He won a trophy. There was actually no kiss at midnight- it did not occur to me. What was I thinking?
I'll have to make up for it all year.
I had a party in my parents' barn with my good friends in attendance; I can't remember much about what we did, but I do remember my midnight kiss. I think there was much anticipation and discussion among my friends, or at least definitely with Kiley and probably with Bridget and possibly with Britni, about whether I would have my first french kiss to ring in the New Millenium. It seemed perfectly appropriate to all of them...it seemed perfectly terrifying to me.
What I do remember about that kiss is that my head was turned the wrong way (I apparently was still at a kissing stage where there is just one way to turn your head to kiss), it was uncomfortably long for a non-french kiss (I'm sure that poor boy was hoping), and I kept thinking please Lord Jesus, don't let him slip me the tongue.
The best part of my night was definitely not the kiss, though my first french kiss wasn't much better a year and a half later from a different boy. The best part about that night could have been that I wore my new silver fleece / goose down vest from Kids Gap (I still have it, just washed it today!)or that my mom and dad flipped the breaker to the barn's electricity so that all of my friends for one split second thought that Y2K was real.
the things you remember and treasure.
I don't remember all of my midnights as new years came and went, but my favorite still has to be my Senior year of high school, where my boyfriend-now-husband taught me how to climb on to the tip-top of his church, where we watched fireworks and had an awkward turn-around-to-kiss-while-trying-not-to-fall-off-the-roof-and-die moment. What a year that turned out to be...
This year was also fun - we got together with two other families and played pictionary and catch phrase with my four year old. He won a trophy. There was actually no kiss at midnight- it did not occur to me. What was I thinking?
I'll have to make up for it all year.
December 20, 2009
Miles loves our guard duck
This little duck used to live in my Grammy's garden, but Miles loves it, so now it stands watch at our front door.
December 2, 2009
Real Life vs. the Text Book
argh...so much to think about today. I began a functional behavior assessment, working with a child, a school social worker, principal and regular education teacher...I have read so much about this process - multiple classes have covered it in text books, journal articles provide case studies and forms to fill out, procedures to follow, discussions to have among team members.
THEN - today, I met with a real kid - not a case study out of a text book or journal article - who has problems and needs help! Never have I felt so in the dark about what to do first, next, last, or at all. So much information, so many hypotheses, so many explanations, opinions, politicking, etc. etc. And the weight of the life of this child is heavy on my heart. God, give me the grace to do this job without too much unnecessary anxiety, heartbreak or fear that I'm going to screw it all up!
Tomorrow is a new day - a day that I will organize my information, do some research, make some calls, ask some questions, get some help to try and figure out how to do this! I've moved away from getting it done for a grade, and I really want to figure out how to do it for my career and for kids who will need it.
Welcome to the real world
THEN - today, I met with a real kid - not a case study out of a text book or journal article - who has problems and needs help! Never have I felt so in the dark about what to do first, next, last, or at all. So much information, so many hypotheses, so many explanations, opinions, politicking, etc. etc. And the weight of the life of this child is heavy on my heart. God, give me the grace to do this job without too much unnecessary anxiety, heartbreak or fear that I'm going to screw it all up!
Tomorrow is a new day - a day that I will organize my information, do some research, make some calls, ask some questions, get some help to try and figure out how to do this! I've moved away from getting it done for a grade, and I really want to figure out how to do it for my career and for kids who will need it.
Welcome to the real world
December 1, 2009
Baby Preacher
I think I may have found something Miles could do...this baby and the yelling reminds me all too much of my own son. This is awesome.
November 2, 2009
Isaiah 30:18
18 Yet the LORD longs to be gracious to you; he rises to show you compassion. For the LORD is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for him!
October 17, 2009
Zoom, Zoom Bolt
So we added a new member of our family yesterday. After visiting the Panhandle Humane Society on Friday, Dustin convinced me we needed to go there on Saturday to puppy shop.
I told him this was definitely not a good time to get a puppy because of moving, school, house renovations, and various other very good reasons. Naturally we got a puppy the next afternoon.
Our new little guy is 3 months old, has huge paws, a long tail, the shoulders of a line backer and the head of a boar. The shelter staff thought he was pure bred lab, but if he is he's going to be big for a lab. He's ot the most beautiful dog in the world, but he's adorable because he's a puppy and so far he seems to have a sweet personality. Isaiah named him Bolt after his favorite movie...thus begins a new chapter of our lives with our new family member. pictures to follow
I told him this was definitely not a good time to get a puppy because of moving, school, house renovations, and various other very good reasons. Naturally we got a puppy the next afternoon.
Our new little guy is 3 months old, has huge paws, a long tail, the shoulders of a line backer and the head of a boar. The shelter staff thought he was pure bred lab, but if he is he's going to be big for a lab. He's ot the most beautiful dog in the world, but he's adorable because he's a puppy and so far he seems to have a sweet personality. Isaiah named him Bolt after his favorite movie...thus begins a new chapter of our lives with our new family member. pictures to follow
Movin' on out...and movin' back in.
So much has happened and I have not been a good little blogger.
My Grandfather "Papa" 's death in September was very difficult, but also a blessing because his Alzheimers disease was progressing and rapidly decreasing his quality of life.
He and Grammy moved out of their home of 48 years, where my dad and his sisters grew up, and into his nursing home and her snazzy new apartment at the Village in Scottsbluff, respectively, about a month before his death. Their family home was left empty, and my dad asked if my family and I wanted to move in. Of course we did! We love the house itself even without all of my family's history, my own precious memories, and the life in the country that comes with it. It has a horse barn, corral & pasture, a large dog kennel and best of all - it's next door to my parents / my boys' grandparents. This is how I grew up, with Papa dropping by every afternoon, and tractor and tail gate rides any time we wanted...and usually candy bars in the back of the truck.
The land with the house is all one piece, and my Papa and my dad have worked so hard to make it what, to me, is the most beautiful peace of earth God created.
We've been stripping wall paper, cleaning out cupboards, packing up old stuff, sorting, organizing, throwing out, packing up, etc. etc.
And so we're going to move...AGAIN.
My Grandfather "Papa" 's death in September was very difficult, but also a blessing because his Alzheimers disease was progressing and rapidly decreasing his quality of life.
He and Grammy moved out of their home of 48 years, where my dad and his sisters grew up, and into his nursing home and her snazzy new apartment at the Village in Scottsbluff, respectively, about a month before his death. Their family home was left empty, and my dad asked if my family and I wanted to move in. Of course we did! We love the house itself even without all of my family's history, my own precious memories, and the life in the country that comes with it. It has a horse barn, corral & pasture, a large dog kennel and best of all - it's next door to my parents / my boys' grandparents. This is how I grew up, with Papa dropping by every afternoon, and tractor and tail gate rides any time we wanted...and usually candy bars in the back of the truck.
The land with the house is all one piece, and my Papa and my dad have worked so hard to make it what, to me, is the most beautiful peace of earth God created.
We've been stripping wall paper, cleaning out cupboards, packing up old stuff, sorting, organizing, throwing out, packing up, etc. etc.
And so we're going to move...AGAIN.
October 7, 2009
My First IEP meeting
I recently sat in on my first IEP (Individual education program) meeting -a meeting to determine needs and services for kids who need special education services - and I absolutely loved it. It was actually very comforting and exciting that this was what I've been working so hard towards. Also, it was wonderful that I got to go with a close friend and see the situations through her eyes. I learned several things I would do, and definitely some I would NOT do. Short post...my one year old is standing on the top of the couch. yikes.
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