well it has been a while. I've been doing some work on the home front to turn it into more of a 'home'. I'll be posting pictures as soon as the 'home' is complete. The fireplace is awesome as is the kitchen. These days I find myself in the kitchen more often than not. I love to cook and I love to bake. I can't wait to make fudge and all the Christmas goodies this year (seeing as it will be my first year baking for Christmas). My mother and I have been fighting which has been a major stress, but hopefully things will turn out just fine. I'm also very ticked that Obama won. How can people vote for a man that supports induced labor abortion!!! With this form of abortion, they induce the mothers labor for example at 22 weeks and when the baby is born, they leave the baby in the dirty laundry room and let him/her die. What on earth is going on with the world that we let innocent children die. I mean, it's bad enough that we kill them at 6 weeks and younger or further along, but to actually force the labor and then let the baby die. That's MURDER! Pre-meditated murder. What is this country coming too when we let murder go away without punishment. I'm wondering why God isn't striking these folks dead.

So that brings me to "what can I do?". We certainly can't afford to donate money to charities to help these children. I'm thinking about making blankets and donate them to www.heavenlyangelsinneed.com I think you who are reading should do this as well. Check out this video too....I had a dream/nightmare the day that I watched this video. I dreamt that I saved one of the children that were left to die and raised him as our son. It was quite a dream.

As well as contemplating that idea. I would like to create some recycled art to sell. I made myself this cookbook. I'll have to post some pictures of it to see what you think of it and if you would buy. If that's the case....anyone want to get rid of their old magazines? Send them my way!!!

potty time!

My darling Izzie will be 18 months here shortly and she is already learning to use her potty chair. She's always been fascinated with it, taking it apart and sitting on there while mommy goes potty. But these days, she prefers to be naked ever since last week when she went poo poo on the potty and then a few days later went pee pee in the potty. So now the struggle comes with having her listen to her body, I think it's working, I really do. But I just wish it would happen a bit faster ya know. But no need to rush, it's just one more thing making my baby grow up. I just love how she's doing this all on her own. No screaming or fear about anything new or changes. She weened herself off her own bottle. She just all the sudden one day, did not want it. The same with the binkie. She hands it to me after every nap and when she wakes up in the morning. She just needs that extra comfort while she sleeps. I've got a great kid.

Take a look at these flicks. The first two are from yesterday. While running around naked she decided to rummage through her dresser and put all these clothes on by herself. 2 shirts, shorts and a bathing suit:)

Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed

If you have yet to see this film, don't waste any more time. It is one of the best documentaries I have ever seen. It's not boring or bombarding. Okay, so there is a lot of mind blowing information, but Ben Stein does an AMAZING job of staying neutral and presenting the facts. We do own this movie and if you'd like to borrow it, we'd be more than happy to lend it out. The music in this film rocks which makes it more appealing to the younger generation. Also, if you have a mind to, go to www.academicfreedompetition.com and read the information there so that you can sign this petition and get freedom back IN the classrooms.

touching

My Son....


A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.



When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.



About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.



He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wante
d you to have this.'


The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay
what your son did for me. It's a gift.'

The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to hi s home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.



The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.



On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this pictu
re of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'


There was silence.



Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings.
Skip this one.'


But the auctioneer persisted.. 'Will somebody bid for this painting Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'


Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts
. Get on with the real bids!'

But still the auctioneer conti
nued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'


Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.



'We have $10, who will bid $20?'


'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters
.'


'$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'


The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.



They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.


The auctioneer pound
ed the gave l. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'


A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'

The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the aucti
on is over.'


'What about the paintings?'


'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulati on in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.
The man who took the son gets everything!'


God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross
. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'


Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.




FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE





God Bless.

the end result

As promised....although no one knows I have this blog yet...I rinsed out the olive oil last night and my hair....the softest I've EVER EVER felt it. Definitely a good choice for hair care. I also liked the way my hair curled when the oil was in there. Although I wouldn't recommend all over oil for an ever day look, but just on the ends to give it a good curl. wow.


have fun with it!!! it's so good for the hair.

Olive Oil

Do you have dry, sensitive skin and worry every time you try to treat it with harsh chemical products? Worry no more, because there is a natural, mild, and time tested way that you can moisturize found right in your kitchen. Olive oil is a great choice when trying to battle any dry part of your body. It works for women and men alike because it does not have a strong or fragrant scent. When choosing an olive oil to use on your body, choose only the highest quality organic extra-virgin expeller-pressed variety you can find. It will have the lower acidity and higher clarity and quality than other varieties. The benefits of olive oil do not only affect the skin’s surface temporarily; the body’s cells actually incorporate the valuable fatty acids from the oil, making the skin stronger and more hydrated. Try these easy olive oil treatments the next time your body is aching for some extra TLC.

Nails

Soak your nails in a small cup of olive oil for 30 minutes for a super save for run down cuticles and dry, brittle nails.

Lips

Use olive oil as a treatment instead of commercial lip balm the next time your lips are dry and cracked.

Hair

Olive oil is very useful for dry, damaged hair. Massage a few tablespoons of olive oil into your scalp and cover with a plastic bathing cap. Let the oil set for 30 minutes or more, and then shampoo. This treatment will help repair split ends, heal dandruff, and will make your hair incredibly shiny. Mediterranean women have been using olive oil for hair care for centuries because of its amazing ability to make the hair healthy.

Skin

Apply liberally to rough, cracked areas of skin for relief. Use regularly for skin hydration.

Infant Care

Olive oil is one of the only safe choices for natural infant care. It works very well on the dry flaky skin condition on the scalp called cradle cap. It is also a safe and effective alternative to commercial baby oil.

Bath

Add a few tablespoons of olive oil to your bath for a soothing moisture bath treatment. Add a few drops of your favorite essential oil for a special treat.

Massage

Try olive oil the next time you want to give a massage to that special someone. You will not be bogged down with heavy fragrance, and you can add a few drops of essential oil to add scent to your aching muscle treatment.

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A friend of mine told me about this treatment to help keep your hair healthy, so I decided to look it up. What she does with olive oil is she lathers her hair when she firsts gets in the shower with the olive oil and then does the regular shower ruitine. Once finished with everything else she washes her hair out with shampoo. Another thing that she does is she lathers her hair with the oil after a shower and sets her hair up in a bun and leaves it for a few days. Sounds gross, but I'm sitting here with olive oil in my hair this minute. So we'll see in a few days the results of letting it soak. I'd reccommend wrapping your hair at night so as to not saturate your pillows. So I'll post with an update about this natural treatment soon.

girls are vicious creatures

So I've been having a little trouble lately. This chick in California has been flirting endlessly with Scott and he's been flirting back. Shame on both of them is what I say. But I have finally had it with her and I wrote to her via myspace. *myspace is evil by the way* and I'm wondering what her response is going to be. Scott finally came to the conclusion that flirting with her is BAD AND WRONG so he's put a stop to it on his end, as far as I know. But she has not. So hopefully my email to her has made her come to the same conclusion.

What is it with girls and thinking that they can just magically appear into a guys life and win him over. I hate it. We all want what we can't have, which makes it even more appealing. But nonetheless, it's annoying and I want these girls to leave my man alone. I'm beginning to think that being involved with a handsome man has it's downfalls.

a brief introduction

So I'm sitting here waiting for my sweetie to get home from school. This blasted new apprenticeship is really wearing on our relationship. He works hard all day and has to put up with the journeymen and foremen telling him what to do all day. So when I need to vent, he's already on the defense. Then this schooling crap. Ever Tuesday night from 6-9pm and that's after he works all day. Not to mention one Saturday a month from 7am-4pm. Plus he has at least 5 hours of homework a week. We're pretty lucky right now because he's working in Corvallis, but what happens when he lands a job in Eugene? That means that he'd have to leave for work at 4:30am and he'd be home at 4pm. Just more time away from the family. Although I do have to give him credit for being a great father and spending as much time as possible with Izzie. He is really good at that. I just hate the strain that it's putting on us. I'm very glad to be a stay at home mom though. It's a blessing in disguise for sure. I get so much more time with my angel and don't have to worry about pesky sitters. I love it. Plus it's giving me a lot of time to reflect on what I've lost in myself, which is another post altogether. So I guess, this is going to be a venting blog for me with happy pictures and musical interests and possibly poetic as well. But for now I shall end with this....thank you Lord, for sending me my unexpected miracle, Isabella Rose.

musical inspiration

Blinded By Rainbows
--Rolling Stones--


Did you ever feel the pain
That He felt upon the cross
Did you ever feel the knife
Tearing flesh that's oh so soft

Did you ever touch the night
Did you ever count the cost
Do you hide away the fear
Put down paradise as lost

You're blinded by rainbows
Watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it

Did you ever feel the blast
As the Semtex bomb goes off
Do you ever hear the screams
As the limbs are all torn off
Did you ever kiss the child
Who just saw his father shot
Do you ever shed a tear
As the war drags on and on

Do you ever touch the night
Or is it just another job
Do you fear the final hours
Put down paradise as lost

Blinded by rainbows
And faces in windows
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you sleep at night
I doubt it

Do you ever fear the night
Could it be the war is lost
Do you fear the final hours
Do you kneel before the cross

You're blinded by rainbows
And I'm watching the wind blow
Blinded by rainbows
Do you dream at night
Do you scream at night
do you smell of fear
Is your conscience clear
Are you caked in sweat

Are your clothes all wet
Do you see the light
Is the end in sight
See the face of Christ
Enter paradise
I doubt it