"The sun never goes down without a fight, that's why it streaks the sky with red and purple, and when the Darkness smothers it at last, it leaves a glimmer of Hope, hidden in the stars. To remind us that the sun rises again with the morning." - Lindsay Cortright
I think that about says it.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A First for Lindsay
Today my firstborn began her first real job. It is official - she has entered the world of background checks and IRS forms. In fact, she entered her social security number on forms so many times yesterday that she now has it memorized.
And since she is not yet driving, it was I who rose early to drive her to her first real job. And yes, it was also I who picked her up when I received a text message alerting me that it was time. Hmmmm, I wonder if I can charge her for travel?
Don't get me wrong, I am truly glad that she has a part-time job.
I am thankful for the experience filling out forms that ask the same questions over and over.
I am thankful she will be earning enough money to pay for her car insurance.
I am thankful that she is in a good environment working with children.
And I am especially thankful she is learning the value of work, even if it's just part-time.
Guess the next step will be opening a checking account.
And since she is not yet driving, it was I who rose early to drive her to her first real job. And yes, it was also I who picked her up when I received a text message alerting me that it was time. Hmmmm, I wonder if I can charge her for travel?
Don't get me wrong, I am truly glad that she has a part-time job.
I am thankful for the experience filling out forms that ask the same questions over and over.
I am thankful she will be earning enough money to pay for her car insurance.
I am thankful that she is in a good environment working with children.
And I am especially thankful she is learning the value of work, even if it's just part-time.
Guess the next step will be opening a checking account.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Eggs, Grits, and Ketchup
When I was a kid, I remember my momma cooking fried eggs (a little runny) and grits. We would eat them together with ketchup. I know it sounds horrible, but when you mix the eggs, grits and ketchup together and add some black pepper, it's actually very yummy.
Now my husband and kids will not eat this no matter how I try to convince them that it really tastes better than it looks, so I don't make it just for myself very often. Yesterday Kelsey asked for grits for lunch, so guess what I had? I tried to get her to have fried eggs too, but that wasn't happening.
As I sat down to eat my lunch, my mind was flooded with memories of home - my momma cooking eggs and grits, and my daddy eating them with ketchup and black pepper.
Now my husband and kids will not eat this no matter how I try to convince them that it really tastes better than it looks, so I don't make it just for myself very often. Yesterday Kelsey asked for grits for lunch, so guess what I had? I tried to get her to have fried eggs too, but that wasn't happening.
As I sat down to eat my lunch, my mind was flooded with memories of home - my momma cooking eggs and grits, and my daddy eating them with ketchup and black pepper.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A Good Day
Baseball and geometry kept us up late last night so this morning was for sleeping in, at least for the little kids, giving the rest of us time for coffee and quiet before the day began.
It began with a movie, believe it or not, The Alamo, meant to supplement some high school history reading. So yes, this morning we were watching a movie. The kids were drawn in and so was I. Billy Bob Thorton made a great Davey Crockett and Dennis Quaid, a wonderful Sam Houston. We were so into the events that we kept pausing the movie to check the history book for facts and Lindsay was ready with her iPod to 'Wiki' the things we didn't find in the book. We even discovered that this movie was the most historically accurate. We talked about the west, Texas, the definition of a courier, how General Santa Anna's army didn't fight fair, and how Opie (Ron Howard) went on to produce and direct some great films. It was a good morning.
The day continued with math and science, reading and foreign language, but we found our rhythm, at least for this day. For this day, we didn't feel the rush of a schedule, or the pressure of the world's standard.
On this day, we read about animals until we tired of it.
On this day, we worked through the math until we understood it.
On this day, we read poetry for the joy of it.
On this day, we laughed and played with friends.
On this day, we played music because we love it.
Yep, it was a good day.
It began with a movie, believe it or not, The Alamo, meant to supplement some high school history reading. So yes, this morning we were watching a movie. The kids were drawn in and so was I. Billy Bob Thorton made a great Davey Crockett and Dennis Quaid, a wonderful Sam Houston. We were so into the events that we kept pausing the movie to check the history book for facts and Lindsay was ready with her iPod to 'Wiki' the things we didn't find in the book. We even discovered that this movie was the most historically accurate. We talked about the west, Texas, the definition of a courier, how General Santa Anna's army didn't fight fair, and how Opie (Ron Howard) went on to produce and direct some great films. It was a good morning.
The day continued with math and science, reading and foreign language, but we found our rhythm, at least for this day. For this day, we didn't feel the rush of a schedule, or the pressure of the world's standard.
On this day, we read about animals until we tired of it.
On this day, we worked through the math until we understood it.
On this day, we read poetry for the joy of it.
On this day, we laughed and played with friends.
On this day, we played music because we love it.
Yep, it was a good day.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Jumpin' Break
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Da Bears
This past weekend, Goose Creek State Park had a program on bears and we just happened to be studying bears this week in science, so what a great opportunity for a field trip.
Our friends, Helen and Burton, joined Kelsey, Jonathan, and me for this outing. As we were driving into the park, Burton spotted this deer (there were actually three) out the window. Of course we all acted as if we had never before seen wildlife. We stopped in the middle of the road, fetched the camera from the trunk, switched lenses, and took pictures. We were so distracted by and excited about this deer that we drove right past the visitors center (directly across from where we saw the deer) and ended up touring the entire park before we found our way back.

Park Ranger Chris did a great job talking to us about bears in North Carolina and he was entertaining as well. He even led us on a short hike.
Hiking a trail, looking for a bear.

The park ranger had set this up for us to find.

We may have a comedian here.


It was a great way to spend a Saturday. The teenagers did not come with us as they were in Raleigh with their dad looking for a new guitar (more about that later).
Our friends, Helen and Burton, joined Kelsey, Jonathan, and me for this outing. As we were driving into the park, Burton spotted this deer (there were actually three) out the window. Of course we all acted as if we had never before seen wildlife. We stopped in the middle of the road, fetched the camera from the trunk, switched lenses, and took pictures. We were so distracted by and excited about this deer that we drove right past the visitors center (directly across from where we saw the deer) and ended up touring the entire park before we found our way back.

Park Ranger Chris did a great job talking to us about bears in North Carolina and he was entertaining as well. He even led us on a short hike.
Hiking a trail, looking for a bear.

The park ranger had set this up for us to find.
We may have a comedian here.

It was a great way to spend a Saturday. The teenagers did not come with us as they were in Raleigh with their dad looking for a new guitar (more about that later).
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