Saturday, November 29, 2008

Random Thanksgiving Photos

Next year I will put somebody in charge of taking photos who actually will put some thought into it. Granted, Kelly did get the pie and the crazy glue procedure, but what's with the rest of these shots. Oh, that's right, Random Ryan took them!

The Pie

The Crazy Glue Procedure
which happens to be because of the pie
slicing apples can be quite dangerous
believe me, I know
it pays to invite a doctor to dinner
probably will be a tradition
I hope she brings her camera next time

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Feeling Quite Clever

It's really hard to compete with some of you creative geniuses out there, but I think the following idea may make me a contender in the Thanksgiving table contest. *wink* What do ya think, Edie?

Tessa got a nifty sewing/embroidery machine for her birthday last month. She mastered that machine in record time and has been personalizing everything in sight! Instead of place cards, she did the guests' names on placemats from the Dollar Tree. We put them on the table opposite of how you usually see placemats, so that the name is visible above the plate.

I really love coming up with the idea and having someone execute it for me! Tessa's quite pleased with herself as well!


The Thanksgiving meal at school was enjoyed by all--workers, students, and guests!

Nate and Kenzie collected the money!

Kelly served up the salad!

Marie dished out the dessert!

Michael and his employees scoffed it down!

Tessa and Jessica did what they normally do through lunch!

Another School Project

Tessa had fun learning all the stitches on her new sewing machine while creating this cell project for school. She had to create a model cell out of anything she chose and then be able to identify and explain each part. The only fun part of this project for me was being able to say endoplasmic reticulum so many times. I'm glad I don't have to know what it is.


I know, I can hardly believe it either. I actually was not only up early, but was willing to go out into the cold--before I had to--in order to get these great photos from my front porch.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


I don't think that I was raised all that patriotic. Sure, we decorated our bikes with red, white, and blue streamers and went to the parade on the 4th of July. (I especially enjoyed the fireworks.) But truly patriotic? I don't think so. I think I took things for granted that should not have been taken for granted. But maybe that's what kids--and young adults--do.

Things started to change when Michael joined the Air Force--and then again when he was deployed to Qatar at the start of the Iraqi War. I saw things differently then. Patriotism became personal. Now, I'm moved by the flag. I'm moved by men and women in uniform. Moved when I hear the theme songs of the armed forces. Something wells up inside of me. Tears come--uninvited.

I am so proud of my son and the job he did for his country. I am so thrilled that he can now stand with so many others, knowing that he did the right thing by answering the call to serve. It changes a person. It changed him. It changed his mother.

Last night we attended a community tribute to the area veterans. It was unbelievable. I don't think I would have even attended it if my son had not served in the military. Even with the free food, it would not have been a priority to me. That is pretty pathetic. I am so glad that Tessa and the grandchildren were able to be part of the huge crowd of people offering thanks and appreciation through their smiles and applause. It was truly moving. I hope they *get it* at an earlier age than I. I think they will. At least the old folks in their lives are leading by example.

Today I read a post on a dear Canadian friend's blog that I found interesting. She wrote, "Remembrance Day to me has always been the eleventh month, eleventh day, eleventh hour, eleventh minute - all of my life in fact!" Really? I never heard that. All her life? I will say that this particular friend has traditions for traditions. I never met anyone who has more occasions to celebrate or commemorate or just plain have a good reason to make a cake. Love that girl!

She laments the loss of respect for the day set aside to remember what no one should ever forget. And here I didn't even know that it wasn't just an American holiday, but one to commemorate the end of World War I. I told you I wasn't raised patriotic, but that is no excuse. Sheesh, the day has come and gone over 50 times for me. Surely, somewhere along the way I could have done some more research. I could have thought more into it. I guess I was too busy shopping. Pathetic again.

Well, what's done is done. And the truth remains: The older I get, the dumber I feel. There is so much to learn; I wish I had started sooner.

Saturday, November 08, 2008


These photos are from September, but so priceless, I just had to post them!

Teachers at Cornerstone Academy have so much fun!

Grace entered something she baked.

Tessa won a blue ribbon for the apron she sewed.

Bo and Luke?
These two served the snowcones.

These two served the popcorn!

This one manned the bubble gum!

These two fried the green tomatoes.
They were yummy!

This bunch added the cute factor!

One Last Fall Craft

Today we worked on a leftover collage craft from Tessa's birthday party. It was fun, easy, and pretty cheap--my kind of craft.

Materials: scrapbook papers, ribbons, stickers, book board (these I cut from old encyclopedias that I get at Goodwill for pennies)

Step one: cut and glue

Step two: embellish

Step three: admire
Don't forget to click on the photo for a larger view!

Step four: display

Wednesday, November 05, 2008


I realized how blessed I was today to work at a Christian school in Tennessee--a red state. The day after a very difficult, emotional election, I did not have to face the other side. That was a relief. We were all able to process our grief and share our faith and encourage each other to rest in the sovereignty of God.

It would be nice, albeit bittersweet, if I could focus on the fact that this generation of young people came out in record numbers and were a force to be reckoned with. They were able to be a part of history by putting aside the racist views of previous generations. That should be a good thing--a thing to celebrate. Unfortunately, they also put aside the moral and religious convictions of previous generations. I'm having a hard time rejoicing in that.