Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Saturday

this is what kept me going! I so didn't want to git sick again!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

New Truck

We down sized trucks from the F250 to this. Nice to have something smaller.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Meghan's Ouchy



Baking

Apple Crisp from (California Fresh p. 141)

Apple Cinnamon Muffins (Muffin book from Ross p13)
                                        

Megan

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

over due 3 n 1

Thurs B4 camp I had these two. (B, W)
We went to Micky D's and the new 7-eleven! 
then to the house to play for 2hrs!

The next day I had the sisters to those two (L, G) 
We went to Micky D's also and to Starbucks. 
Then to house to play!
( no pix :/ )

That night we went to the play. It was about angles, really cool! all 140+ in the lowers school were in it and every part was an angles! You can see them all on the stage and also on the balconies and ground level(white specks)


and Friday last week I finally got initials for my car!!! Its going to start getting decorated!




Megan

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Pearl

I found this while going through some old stuff. It still hits hard for me and I thought I would share it with you:

"Seasons of life" - Charles Swindoll

"Pearls are the product of pain. For some unknown reason, the shell of the oyster gets pierced and an alien substance- a grain of sand slips inside. On the entry of that foreign irritant, all the resources within the tiny, sensitive oyster rush to the spot and begin to release healing fluids that otherwise would have remained dormant. By and by the irritant is covered and the wound is healed- by a pearl. No other gem has so fascinating a history. It is the symbol of stress- a healed wound.... A precious, tiny jewel conceived through irritation, born of adversity, nursed by adjustments. Had there been no wounding, no irritating interruption, there could have been no pearl. Some oysters are never wounded... And those who seek for gems toss them aside, fit only for stew.

No wonder our heavenly home has its entrance pearly gates. Those who go through them need no explanation. They are the ones who have been wounded, bruised, and have responded to the sting of irritation with the pearl of adjustment.