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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Happy Birthday Caidence

 7th birthday

 6years old
 first grade

Eight years ago, I was so very eager to meet you, its seemed like I could wait no longer, and here we are you are growing up so quickly, in a flash you were 2, 5, then 7, now your eight years old, you have formed your own strong personality, that baffles me at times. You have your own special interests, thoughts and dreams, I would have never known what is was like to have such a wonderful daughter such as you. As we celebrate your 8th birthday, and more in the future, you will always be my precious lil girl whom will grow faster than I want. I wish that your dreams come true, and you have goals that make you happy in the future. We still have allot of time together, for you to learn, and grow into a wonderful person. I will not take advantage of this time for it is too short. I love you Baby Girl!!!

Friday, June 22, 2012

When life throws you a curve ball

When I was growing up I believed that my thirties would be the best time in my life, now that I am 33, I am becoming aware of the fact that looking forward to certain times in your life is unrealistic. I have to focus on this time I am in now, how to achieve my goals for my future and the future of my family. I let my education slide in my 20’s because I was raising my children; they are the most important things to me, now and forever. I am working on my education of becoming a dental assistant, and in the future a dental hygienist, its hard work but I have surprised myself on what I can achieve with persistence and patients and motivation. It is time to live in the present, get through tough stressful times, as hard as it is to do at that very moment it is possible to be positive and keep moving…. So when life throws a curve ball, keep your eye on your goals, swing hard and believe “ I can do this, I will do this, Things will get better, Hell,, they might get harder, But I will be okay!”

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

When I was young
As young as you
I did not know
What I could do
I did not know
What I would see
I did not know
What I could be
I did not know
What made me me
The views were new
The dreams were tall
The climbs were fun
The fear small
The wishes big
The laughter heaped
The wonder wide
The magic deep
No time to look
Before the leap
And now I’m old
As old as me
I know the dreams
I didn’t see
I know the same
Recurring view
I know each day
What I would do
If I could know
The things you knew
Imagine all the things we’d be
If I were you and you were me
Imagine all the things we’d do
If I were me and you were you

Author Mark C Bird

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Schools out for Summer

So school is out for the kids, We have some fun things planned, Ridgecrest this weeknd for Genny's graduation,(so proud of the young lady she is becoming, I wish her luck in the future and hope she does well and makes good decisions for her future.) Hopefully camping, and of coure swimming cause it's so damn HOT outside, I have two girls that I am entertaining this summer a 12 year old and an 8 year old both girls, I usually have no problem finding fun free or cheap things for us to do, but I find myself brainfarting on things to keep the kids busy, I think we're going to tour the chocolate factory this week and hit thelibrary, plan on taking them to the lake this summer too.  I have a summer class that I am taking and I dont like it, critical reading 101, what ever happen to reading for enjoyment?  Got the garden planted a little late but its growing and hopefully we will have some kind of vegies going before it gets too hot. Enjoy your summer!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Slowing down.....

So I have not posted in such a long time. Life is good, getting back to normal around here. Kids have spring break next week, hopefully i can take them to do some fun things.its getting warmr by the day...they say its going to rain this week, always nice to have some weather....will try to share more soon.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Santa Claus is real. And this is his true story.
Born nearly 2000 years ago, not too long after the days that Jesus Christ
walked the earth, Nicholas was born to wealthy parents in a tiny village in the
country we today call Turkey.
Though Nicholas was a child of privilege, he was raised a Christian and at a
very young age was devoted to the faith.
Nicholas' parents died while he was yet a boy. And not knowing what to do
with himself or the fortune he inherited, he turned to his Bible and read the
words of admonishment that Christ gave to a wealthy man: "Sell all thou hath and
give it to the poor and follow me".
Nicholas went to his village priest, confessed his sins and expressed the
desires of his heart. He wished to become a priest.
Because he was an orphan, the priest took him in. And soon he found that
Nicholas was no ordinary boy. Legend tells the story of a young Nicholas
visiting the Holy Land with his village priest. On the return voyage, over
stormy waters, their ship was cast about and all aboard feared for their lives.
Nicholas steadfastly prayed for the safety of the passengers and crew. His faith
astonished those with him as the storm passed and the waters calmed.
The village priest was fond of Nicholas. But he knew Nicholas lacked the
education and the credentials necessary to become a priest. He would need a
miracle if it was to happen. And a miracle is just what he got.
In the not too distant city of Myra, the Bishop of the church passed away. As
the authorities of the church assembled to consider his replacement, Nicholas
was there. The man considered wisest amongst the authorities had a dream and was
visited by a heavenly messenger. He inquired of the angel "Who should the new
Bishop be?". The angel said that if the gathered authorities would just wait by
the door of the church they should select the first person named Nicholas to
walk through the doors. The church authorities had their answer, and Nicholas
had his miracle and was named the youngest bishop of the church ever on record.
As a young Bishop, Nicholas was fearless in his defense of the faith. He
became known as an outspoken caretaker of the people of his flock and as one
very close to God, due to his faith. When the citizens of Myra came to him to
complain of a difficult tax burden, he approached the Emperor for relief.
Constantine, who was not Christian and who had previously cast Nicholas into
prison for his vigorous public defense of Christianity, wrote a decree lowering
the tax due to Bishop Nicholas' pleas on behalf of the people.
Bishop Nicholas took the written decree and cast it upon the waters towards
the city of Myra. Sometime later, the finance ministers from Rome met with
Constantine to change his mind about the tax. Constantine called Nicholas before
him and asked for the written decree back. When Nicholas declared that he had
cast the decree upon the water and that the change to the law had already taken
affect, Constantine did not believe him. He sent a runner to Myra who returned a
few days later to confirm that all Nicholas had said was true.
Nicholas was beloved of the people of Myra for his kindness especially to
children. One such deed became a legend that has survived for centuries and is
celebrated even now in a variety of cultures. In his town where he was Bishop,
Nicholas once gave an anonymous gift to a man with three daughters. The family
was destitute of means. The custom of the time was that each daughter would need
to be provided with a dowry in order to marry. Because they were poor, the
father of the three daughters was contemplating selling his children into
Nicholas heard of their plight and on a dark night soon after the eldest
daughter came to marrying age, he tossed a small bag of gold through an open
window (and some say he tossed it down the chimney), sparing her a life of
As the second daughter came of age he repeated the deed, again doing so
As the third daughter came of age the father waited up nights to catch the
gift-giver in order to express his gratitude. His persistence paid off as he
caught Bishop Nicholas in the act.
This story is recounted in many lands, although some of the details change
from one telling to another. Some say it was not bags of gold but rather balls
of gold that Nicholas left. Some say he tossed them into the chimney where they
landed in the hanging stockings or the drying shoes of the unmarried girls. That
is why some, to remember this event,celebrate Christmas was an orange in the toe
of a stocking.
Nicholas was known for many such deeds. Miracles were attributed to the
Bishop of Myra because of his great faith.
Some were individual stories, like the man with three daughters. Others were
stories of Bishop Nicholas acting on behalf of all the people. One very famous
story had to do with a terrible season of famine in Myra. The drought was so bad
the people there were starting to go hungry.
Bishop Nicholas approached the captains of the ships ported in Myra, for he
knew the ships contained grain destined for faraway places. But the captains
were reluctant to help. They were paid for full cargos and they explained to
Bishop Nicholas that they had to deliver them as they received them. Nicholas
promised them that if they would share but a small part from each ship, the
credit they required for full delivery would be granted them. They agreed, and
Nicholas took the food to the people and fed them for two years with it, even
having enough left over to plant for seed when the famine passed.
But when the ships took to sea and arrived at their destinations, the
captains of the ships found their holds full upon arrival and declared the event
a miracle. This caused the reputation of Nicholas to spread. He became, over
time, the patron saint of children, of sailors, of the unmarried, and of
innocents wrongly accused or persecuted.
So famous did Nicholas become that no other name in the church, save Jesus
and the Virgin Mary only, was so widely known or respected. More than 2000
churches in the Old World bore the name of Saint Nicholas. And his legend only
grew as the centuries passed.
This is just the beginning of the story of Santa Claus. The genesis of the
man we anticipate each Christmas came from the good Bishop of Myra -- a man in
red robes, a man with a long beard, and a man known for anonymous giving --
especially to children.