Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thanksgiving

This picture says it all.



(It says, "I AM THANKFUL FOR MY FAMILY.)

Me too, Baby, me too. :-)

Blessings to you,
Mamita

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Hey Mr. Bad Guy

I'd like to clear a few things up. You see, Mr. Bad Guy, you were mistaken.

You thought she was worthless.
She is priceless.

You thought she was a throw-away.
She is a KEEPER!

You thought she deserved what she got.
She is a child. No child ever deserves to be treated like that.

You thought she didn't belong to anybody.
She belongs to me! She belongs to Daddy!
And, moreover, she belongs to God!
You messed with a child of the King!


You thought you were so big and in control.
By your actions, you proved that you can't even control yourself.

You thought what you did didn't matter.
The damage you caused affects Cupcake, her family, her classmates, the neighbors and countless others.

You thought there were no witnesses.
Jesus was there. He saw what you did.

You thought no one would ever find out.
...you may be sure that your sin will find you out. Numbers 32:23

I know what you did. This kind of stuff will not stay hidden forever.

You thought you were going to get away with it.
There will be a day of reckoning.

One day, your soul will be laid bare before the LORD Almighty. I pray that you are covered in the righteousness of Jesus Christ when that day comes.

Sincerely,
Mamita





Thursday, November 12, 2009

Go Ahead and Laugh

I pulled a good one today.

I intended to drop one kid at home, grab a bottle of water, and head out again for more errands. As I walked in the door, TE handed me the phone. It was Daddy. So I grabbed the water, jumped in the car and set off up the street - all the while talking on the phone. It wasn't until I was about a block away that Daddy's v..oi..ce...g...ot...all....ch..op.....py. At that moment I realized that I had driven off with the cordless home phone up to my ear!

Sigh.

Go ahead and laugh.

Blessings to you,
Mamita

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Eagle Project

TE has been working towards his Eagle Rank in the Boy Scouts of America. It involves a serious project, where the boy plans the project in writing, leads in the implementation of it, and follows up with a written report. It's a big deal.

The planning stage has been done for a few weeks. He chose to put in a permanent fire pit and benches at our church. For the last two weekends, he has lead other scouts in the actual construction.

Two Saturdays ago, they built 5 benches from scratch in our garage.


Three generations of scouts.

Last Saturday, he lead the installation of the benches and firepit.


It looks so simple like this. But, let me tell you, it was A LOT OF WORK! TE did a great job of planning and leading and everything went off smoothly. I'm so proud of him.

The men of the church still have a little work left to do with trimming some of the brush nearby and putting down more rock around the pit and benches. That will happen this Saturday. I'll probably take another picture or two of the finished product.

Then it's on to the final write-up....One more big hurdle.

Blessings to you,
Mamita

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween Pics

Cupcake chose to be Sharpei from High School Musical. I bought a $4 prom dress from Goodwill and a wig from the party store. Ta-da! Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Sharpei the diva...



The wig lasted about 5 minutes into the Kindergarten Party. It apparently looked better than it felt. She decided she was Gabriela (from High School Musical) instead. That worked.

On Saturday, she decided she wanted to be a fairy queen. So the costume morphed again...



Sugar found a pharoah hat for the pup (It was made for a cat. Shhhh...Don't tell pup.)

So she decided to be an Egyptian princess again this year.


Rascal was totally content to be king...NOT. His hat came off quicker than Cupcake's wig.


No dogs were hurt in the filming of these pictures...Well, his feelings were hurt.

On a different note...yesterday was, in fact, spent doing a lot more than just trick-or-treating. More on that later.

Blessings to you,
Mamita