Men who are not for sale; Men who are honest, sound from center to circumference, true to the heart's core.
Men with consciences as centered as the needle to the Pole.
Men who will stand for right if the Heaven's totter and the earth reels.
Men who can tell the truth and look the world right in the eye.
Men who neither brag nor run. Men who neither flag nor flinch.
Men who can have courage without shouting it.
Men in whom the courage of everlasting life runs still, deep and strong.
Men who will know their message and tell it.
Men who know their place and fill it.
Men who know their business and attend to it.
Men who will not lie, shirk or dodge.
Men who are not too lazy to work, nor too proud to be poor.
Men who are willing to eat what they have grown and wear what they have paid for.
Men who are not ashamed to say "no" with emphasis and who are not ashamed to say "I can't afford it."
God is looking for men. He wants those who can unite together around common faith - who can join hands in a common task - and who have come to the kingdom for such a time as this. God give us men.
~ Senator Frank Carlson.
Saturday, July 09, 2011
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Let me get this straight.
Regarding the Casey Anthony trial and the logic (or lack thereof) used:
-If Caylee died as a result of an accidental drowning, why was there duct tape covering her nose and mouth?
-Doesn't the admission of the accidental drowning indicate an acknowledgment of knowledge of the death, and therefore knowledge of where the body was?
-Doesn't that lead to knowledge of who placed the body there, and who put the tape on the nose and mouth?
-If that's the case, why the tape if she had drowned?
I'm just not following the logic here. Put aside how she died.
She died, and Casey said it was an accidental drowning. The jury agreed that she misled police regarding where Caylee was and the fact that she had died. So there is acknowledgment that they were there when the body was disposed. So why didn't anyone ask why the tape then? Why was it necessary for them to tape her mouth when they disposed of her? In a garbage bag. In the woods.
If there is EVER a reason for teaching thinking skills in the classroom.... ugh.
-If Caylee died as a result of an accidental drowning, why was there duct tape covering her nose and mouth?
-Doesn't the admission of the accidental drowning indicate an acknowledgment of knowledge of the death, and therefore knowledge of where the body was?
-Doesn't that lead to knowledge of who placed the body there, and who put the tape on the nose and mouth?
-If that's the case, why the tape if she had drowned?
I'm just not following the logic here. Put aside how she died.
She died, and Casey said it was an accidental drowning. The jury agreed that she misled police regarding where Caylee was and the fact that she had died. So there is acknowledgment that they were there when the body was disposed. So why didn't anyone ask why the tape then? Why was it necessary for them to tape her mouth when they disposed of her? In a garbage bag. In the woods.
If there is EVER a reason for teaching thinking skills in the classroom.... ugh.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Man of Mine
I was recently bragging about my husband. I don't do that often, mainly because he hates it. But I was was talking with some friends at lunch yesterday, and they were asking me what I was doing this summer. I indicated my husband and I were building a storage shed in our back yard. They ended up asking me what my husband can't do, and the only answer I could give them was "stand in a spotlight."
It's true, though. Big Dad can do anything. He has supplied me with two homes. He's a provider. He fixes our cars so that we don't have to give tons of money to other people for doing it. He builds things like sheds. He hunts to provide food for our family. He fishes. He has raised bees. He quilts (yes, my daughter actually has a quilt he made for her, completely by hand. No sewing machine touched it!). And before you starting thinking he's not a manly man, just check out the picture below. He's a mountain conqueror (twice), a language learner (three times), and a major backpacker. Even with a hurt back, he could out trek men half his age who hired personal trainers in order to get into shape to come trek with him.
More than that, though. He's loyal. Extremely so. To lose his loyalty means a betrayal in a big way. He's funny. No, hilarious! He's a risk taker. He's patriotic. He works hard at whatever he does. He doesn't do anything halfway. It's all or nothing. I believe I mentioned he's hilarious. You just can't point that out enough.
Finally, though, he's a man of principle. He will stand for what he believes in. He can tell just by being with someone for a few minutes if they are genuine or not. He values genuineness, and does not put up with the personality ethic. If you say it, you better do it, and be a person of your word.
Yep, Man of Mine is a man among men. I think I'll keep him.
It's true, though. Big Dad can do anything. He has supplied me with two homes. He's a provider. He fixes our cars so that we don't have to give tons of money to other people for doing it. He builds things like sheds. He hunts to provide food for our family. He fishes. He has raised bees. He quilts (yes, my daughter actually has a quilt he made for her, completely by hand. No sewing machine touched it!). And before you starting thinking he's not a manly man, just check out the picture below. He's a mountain conqueror (twice), a language learner (three times), and a major backpacker. Even with a hurt back, he could out trek men half his age who hired personal trainers in order to get into shape to come trek with him.
More than that, though. He's loyal. Extremely so. To lose his loyalty means a betrayal in a big way. He's funny. No, hilarious! He's a risk taker. He's patriotic. He works hard at whatever he does. He doesn't do anything halfway. It's all or nothing. I believe I mentioned he's hilarious. You just can't point that out enough.
Finally, though, he's a man of principle. He will stand for what he believes in. He can tell just by being with someone for a few minutes if they are genuine or not. He values genuineness, and does not put up with the personality ethic. If you say it, you better do it, and be a person of your word.
Yep, Man of Mine is a man among men. I think I'll keep him.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Three and a Half Muskateers
After visiting my parent's home this weekend and looking through old photo albums, a lot of childhood memories came flooding back. I mentioned Joey the Crow. That was an unusual one.
But another fun memory was with a few twenty somethings that let me hang out with them. I was in jr. high, but they liked me and let me in on a lot of their hooligan behaviors. Bonnie, Melanie and Geri enjoyed a bit of mischief every now and then, and I could keep a secret. I can't remember why they let me come along, but they did.
At first they were the "Three Muskateers" and were known for surprise TP attacks. I had to be part of it. I learned the art of TPing from them. There's a toss and spin that has to happen to keep the streamers long. You have to use cheap toilet paper. It makes clean up that much harder. And if you really want to make things tough, you turn on the sprinklers.
We got caught once. A police officer saw us running up to a house with rolls of toilet paper in hand, and stopped us. One of the sweet talkers pleaded with the officer, letting him know that a church staff member had this coming. "Go ahead," he said. "And make sure you're quiet about it!" Yes!
After that night, we became the "Three and a Half Muskateers." I was a privileged member of an elite TP attack squad. That's sayin' something.
But another fun memory was with a few twenty somethings that let me hang out with them. I was in jr. high, but they liked me and let me in on a lot of their hooligan behaviors. Bonnie, Melanie and Geri enjoyed a bit of mischief every now and then, and I could keep a secret. I can't remember why they let me come along, but they did.
At first they were the "Three Muskateers" and were known for surprise TP attacks. I had to be part of it. I learned the art of TPing from them. There's a toss and spin that has to happen to keep the streamers long. You have to use cheap toilet paper. It makes clean up that much harder. And if you really want to make things tough, you turn on the sprinklers.
We got caught once. A police officer saw us running up to a house with rolls of toilet paper in hand, and stopped us. One of the sweet talkers pleaded with the officer, letting him know that a church staff member had this coming. "Go ahead," he said. "And make sure you're quiet about it!" Yes!
After that night, we became the "Three and a Half Muskateers." I was a privileged member of an elite TP attack squad. That's sayin' something.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
So apparently...
...I get to present at the State TAG conference next November. I'd be nervous if I wasn't so passionate about the topic. Of course, it's not November yet.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Joey the Crow
When I look back on the events of my childhood and all of my various experiences, I find that I have a few that are a little bit strange. Joey the Crow is one of them.
It's not all clear. More like snapshots, but one thing is clear: Joey like to dive bomb. I don't think he lived on our block for long, and I remember hearing that he was let go in the wild somewhere in Big Bear mountains.
There are two specific memories. One is of me riding my bike down the street, and Joey landing on my back. The boys on the block, who had a football game going in the middle of the street, all fell on the ground laughing.
The second is of Lewis. Lewis was the guy who lived across the street. My brother and I were out in the front yard in our Sunday clothes, and Joey started diving. Lewis came outside, laughing hysterically and pointing. He shouldn't have. It took Joey's attention away from us! Joey started on Lewis until Lewis literally crawled back into the house. It was absolutely perfect timing.
I haven't thought about Joey the Crow in awhile, but the memories that are coming back kept me smiling all day. I love how memories work like that.
It's not all clear. More like snapshots, but one thing is clear: Joey like to dive bomb. I don't think he lived on our block for long, and I remember hearing that he was let go in the wild somewhere in Big Bear mountains.
There are two specific memories. One is of me riding my bike down the street, and Joey landing on my back. The boys on the block, who had a football game going in the middle of the street, all fell on the ground laughing.
The second is of Lewis. Lewis was the guy who lived across the street. My brother and I were out in the front yard in our Sunday clothes, and Joey started diving. Lewis came outside, laughing hysterically and pointing. He shouldn't have. It took Joey's attention away from us! Joey started on Lewis until Lewis literally crawled back into the house. It was absolutely perfect timing.
I haven't thought about Joey the Crow in awhile, but the memories that are coming back kept me smiling all day. I love how memories work like that.
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