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To celebrate the first week of school, tonight we went to Chuck E Cheese. The pictures are obviously not made with Chuckee. . .instead, the girls were more excited about the little girl statues outside of the restaurant.
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First Day of Friday School
Yes, we homeschool, and we love it. . .but my saving grace is Friday School. Because there are so many homeschoolers in Colorado, the public school system started offering a day of school just for them. It's full of extra curricular activities such as art and science lab and geography and PE and Kindergarten and. . .you get the idea. So at the end of every week the girls get one day, 8:30 - 3:30, to really go to school. It's a great balance for us. This year there are over 130 kids in the program we attend and today they were all thrilled to say the least. . .especially Olivia. There has never been a more excited Kindergartener. She bounced all the way to her class, waved and blew me a kiss as she ran to high five her teacher and enter into her classroom.
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To celebrate the first week of school, tonight we went to Chuck E Cheese. The pictures are obviously not made with Chuckee. . .instead, the girls were more excited about the little girl statues outside of the restaurant.
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To celebrate the first week of school, tonight we went to Chuck E Cheese. The pictures are obviously not made with Chuckee. . .instead, the girls were more excited about the little girl statues outside of the restaurant.
It's Official
Summer has come to an end in the Colon home and all three girls are officially in school this year. Here is Olivia on her first day of Kindergarten.
I was reading a friend's blog this morning and it made me laugh so much that I had to share. . . I'm not sure if the humor can be appreciated to the fullest until you have tried to teach the English language rules and phonics to a child learning to read for the first time, but at least it will give you a glimpse into my world for a few minutes. My girls have asked so many of these questions already. I feel like such a dummy when my answer to "why?" is always. . ."just because. . .I really have no idea."
Let me know if it makes you laugh, too.
Let's face it
English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't the preacher praught.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation,
It ends.
I was reading a friend's blog this morning and it made me laugh so much that I had to share. . . I'm not sure if the humor can be appreciated to the fullest until you have tried to teach the English language rules and phonics to a child learning to read for the first time, but at least it will give you a glimpse into my world for a few minutes. My girls have asked so many of these questions already. I feel like such a dummy when my answer to "why?" is always. . ."just because. . .I really have no idea."
Let me know if it makes you laugh, too.
Let's face it
English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't the preacher praught.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation,
It ends.
Lao Cai, Vietnam - Tragedy Hits the Area Where Cool River Works
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Tropical storm leaves 100 dead, missing in Vietnam
HANOI (AFP) — More than 100 people were dead or missing in flash floods and landslides as heavy rains brought by tropical storm Kammuri pounded mountainous northern Vietnam, officials said Saturday.
At least 72 people have died and 37 are missing since the storm hit the poor and widely deforested region on Friday, having previously lashed Hong Kong and southeastern China, said central and provincial emergency services.
Worst hit was Lao Cai province near the Chinese border, where at least 36 people died and 32 were missing, hundreds of houses were destroyed or damaged, and transport links were cut, isolating some areas, emergency officials said.
"Landslides have hit many areas, but flash floods have caused the largest number of deaths," said Pham Van Quang, an official with the provincial flood and storm control committee. "It's still raining hard here.
"At least 800 houses have been destroyed or damaged. We are still trying to get in touch with local authorities to help the people there. Rescue efforts are ongoing but they are being slowed by the severe weather."
State-run VTV showed residents in Lao Cai moving on wooden canoes through a town where flood waters reached the roofs of one-storey houses.
Quang said that authorities were updating the figures of dead and missing, but that they had no contact with some districts because of damaged telephone lines and cut-off roads, including the "completely isolated" Bat Xat district.
PLEASE JOIN US IN PRAYING FOR THESE PEOPLE WHOM WE HAVE COME TO LOVE SO MUCH. IT IS HARD TO BE SO FAR AWAY FROM THEM AND UNABLE TO HELP AT THIS TIME.
Tropical storm leaves 100 dead, missing in Vietnam
HANOI (AFP) — More than 100 people were dead or missing in flash floods and landslides as heavy rains brought by tropical storm Kammuri pounded mountainous northern Vietnam, officials said Saturday.
At least 72 people have died and 37 are missing since the storm hit the poor and widely deforested region on Friday, having previously lashed Hong Kong and southeastern China, said central and provincial emergency services.
Worst hit was Lao Cai province near the Chinese border, where at least 36 people died and 32 were missing, hundreds of houses were destroyed or damaged, and transport links were cut, isolating some areas, emergency officials said.
"Landslides have hit many areas, but flash floods have caused the largest number of deaths," said Pham Van Quang, an official with the provincial flood and storm control committee. "It's still raining hard here.
"At least 800 houses have been destroyed or damaged. We are still trying to get in touch with local authorities to help the people there. Rescue efforts are ongoing but they are being slowed by the severe weather."
State-run VTV showed residents in Lao Cai moving on wooden canoes through a town where flood waters reached the roofs of one-storey houses.
Quang said that authorities were updating the figures of dead and missing, but that they had no contact with some districts because of damaged telephone lines and cut-off roads, including the "completely isolated" Bat Xat district.
PLEASE JOIN US IN PRAYING FOR THESE PEOPLE WHOM WE HAVE COME TO LOVE SO MUCH. IT IS HARD TO BE SO FAR AWAY FROM THEM AND UNABLE TO HELP AT THIS TIME.
Gifted to Lead
I read this entire book last night and today - less than 24 hours!! That's my kind of book. It is FANTASTIC! So, I had to give it some blog time. . .
"Nancy Beach encourages women with God-given leadership and teaching gifts that they are not alone, their gifts are not a mistake, and God has exceedingly important work for them to do."
What an Honor (Part 2) - the Concert
So like I said in my "Part 1" post, I spent last Sunday evening with Steven Curtis Chapman. At least I like the sound of that a whole lot better than saying that I was one of thousands that filled the stands at Coors Field to hear his story and concert. Alas, it is true, though. I was just one of thousands. . .check it out!
And yet, what an honor it was to be one of the thousands.
I'm sure that many of you have heard the Chapman story about how they lost their adopted daughter, Maria, back in May. If not, Google it. You'll easily get the whole scoop.
I have been to numerous SCC concerts over the years - quite a few in Nashville, the Dove Awards, in Dallas/Ft. Worth, Colorado Springs, churches, amphitheatres, and now in Denver at Coors Field. (FYI - I had to laugh. . .you could even have a beer at this concert as long as you bought it before the end of the 7th inning stretch) Some concerts were more intimate than others. Some were more flashy and loud than others. All have been worshipful and wonderful. But this one. . .this one was different from all of the rest. This time with SCC sat in a league of its own.
I wish I could really express to you what it was like. . .to see his determination. . . to watch his sons behind him. . .to watch his face on the big screen and see no smiles and little excitement. It was so real, his pain. And yet I found myself drawn to his words and his stories like never before. He and his kids were on a mission. You could tell that they were out there not because their hearts felt light and worshipful, but because they had to do it. . .they had to re-enter life.
God had given them a story to share and they had determined to put on their game faces and go for it. . .in the middle of the pain. And the authenticity from SCC's story about Maria was both heart breaking and refreshing. It made him real - one of us - and at one point, no lie, the thousands were crying (this came when he told us that the first song he sang in the emergency room after her death was "blessed be you name") Then he sat at the keyboard and played "When love takes you in(a song about adoption). And in the middle of it, it started to RAIN! It rained hard. . .
But 20 minutes later the coolest thing happened. Almost within the same second, the rain stopped and the sun popped out so bright that I went scrambling for my sunglasses.
And SCC and the band must have noticed it too - the dramatic change in weather that seemed to be a gift from the Father. And in seconds he was up on the stage again. . .if only for a few moments. . .the old Steven. His smiles had returned. He started joking around with the crowd. "God is God and I am not" was the first song he opened with after the rain, followed by all of his signature stuff like "The Great Adventure" and "Dive." And it all ended with "How Great is our God!" How appropriate it was.
What an honor it was to be there on that wet and cloudy evening in downtown Denver. What an honor it was for God to allow me to be a part of this story. I was only an observer. I was only one of the thousands. But for some reason, God decided to give me a bird's eye view into the heart of a family on that night - I heard the breaks in Steven's voice and and the notes that passed without a word being sung because he simply couldn't sing. And then I saw the sun pop out and the smiles return and the joy of life fill him up again. And it was a precious picture of what the Father does for us every day. We go through the valley and yet he promises to make all things new.
Steven, thanks for being determined in Denver.
And yet, what an honor it was to be one of the thousands.I'm sure that many of you have heard the Chapman story about how they lost their adopted daughter, Maria, back in May. If not, Google it. You'll easily get the whole scoop.
I have been to numerous SCC concerts over the years - quite a few in Nashville, the Dove Awards, in Dallas/Ft. Worth, Colorado Springs, churches, amphitheatres, and now in Denver at Coors Field. (FYI - I had to laugh. . .you could even have a beer at this concert as long as you bought it before the end of the 7th inning stretch) Some concerts were more intimate than others. Some were more flashy and loud than others. All have been worshipful and wonderful. But this one. . .this one was different from all of the rest. This time with SCC sat in a league of its own.
I wish I could really express to you what it was like. . .to see his determination. . . to watch his sons behind him. . .to watch his face on the big screen and see no smiles and little excitement. It was so real, his pain. And yet I found myself drawn to his words and his stories like never before. He and his kids were on a mission. You could tell that they were out there not because their hearts felt light and worshipful, but because they had to do it. . .they had to re-enter life.
God had given them a story to share and they had determined to put on their game faces and go for it. . .in the middle of the pain. And the authenticity from SCC's story about Maria was both heart breaking and refreshing. It made him real - one of us - and at one point, no lie, the thousands were crying (this came when he told us that the first song he sang in the emergency room after her death was "blessed be you name") Then he sat at the keyboard and played "When love takes you in(a song about adoption). And in the middle of it, it started to RAIN! It rained hard. . .
But 20 minutes later the coolest thing happened. Almost within the same second, the rain stopped and the sun popped out so bright that I went scrambling for my sunglasses.
And SCC and the band must have noticed it too - the dramatic change in weather that seemed to be a gift from the Father. And in seconds he was up on the stage again. . .if only for a few moments. . .the old Steven. His smiles had returned. He started joking around with the crowd. "God is God and I am not" was the first song he opened with after the rain, followed by all of his signature stuff like "The Great Adventure" and "Dive." And it all ended with "How Great is our God!" How appropriate it was. What an honor it was to be there on that wet and cloudy evening in downtown Denver. What an honor it was for God to allow me to be a part of this story. I was only an observer. I was only one of the thousands. But for some reason, God decided to give me a bird's eye view into the heart of a family on that night - I heard the breaks in Steven's voice and and the notes that passed without a word being sung because he simply couldn't sing. And then I saw the sun pop out and the smiles return and the joy of life fill him up again. And it was a precious picture of what the Father does for us every day. We go through the valley and yet he promises to make all things new.
Steven, thanks for being determined in Denver.
What an Honor (Part 1)
Last weekend was a lot of fun for me. It's not very often that for two days in a row I get to fully play. But this last weekend I had 2 great days of fun and play and relaxation.
It started with a trip to the Nature and Science Museum for Emma's 9th birthday. On first glance, I know that does not sound like a ton of fun. You are imagining having to keep up with 20 wild and crazy kids in a public place, cake and presents and chaos. Though we've had many birthdays that looked a lot like that, this one was different. Emma is growing up. And this year all she wanted was to be with her best friend, Megan. No sisters, no other friends, no mound of gifts to open. . .just Megan. So that is what we did. I let her pick ANY place that she could imagine to go with Megan. And being the "eco friendly, green girls" that they are, together, they chose the Nature and Science Museum. Just 2 girls who never even disagreed for a second, and me. . . what an honor it was to watch Emma on that day. She truly is growing up. And it was a lot of fun!
Next came Sunday afternoon. It was gray and cloudy and everything about it screamed thunderstorm. But in the back of my mind I knew this. . .Steven Curtis Chapman was in town. Now for those of you who know me and who read my blog, you know that it would be the rare occasion of hospitalization or extreme disaster that would keep me away from one of his concerts. This time he was going to be at Coors Field (only 30 minutes away!) and perform after the Rockies vs Padres game. And all I had to do was get there before the game ended, purchase my $10 ticket and sit back and enjoy. That is exactly what I did. I arrived at the top of the 5th inning, found my seat, did the wave once or twice and sat back - not to watch the World Series team play, but believe it or not, to read a book. . . okay, that's my confession. I read a book at the Rockies game!!!
And 3 innings later, I packed everything up and began to move to the third base section of the lower level of Coors Field. Upon arrival to the field I got the inside scoop from the guy at the ticket counter as to where the best place to sit for the concert would be. So off I went - just me at Coors Field - on a mission to get the best seat in the house. BTW - The Rockies lost - I did at least notice the final score.
Now, I have been known for writing blogs that are way too long. . .so for now, this is where I will stop. But you absolutely HAVE to check back later today or tomorrow, because the best is yet to come. . ."What an Honor (Part 2) - the Concert."
Until then, what have you done for fun lately?
It started with a trip to the Nature and Science Museum for Emma's 9th birthday. On first glance, I know that does not sound like a ton of fun. You are imagining having to keep up with 20 wild and crazy kids in a public place, cake and presents and chaos. Though we've had many birthdays that looked a lot like that, this one was different. Emma is growing up. And this year all she wanted was to be with her best friend, Megan. No sisters, no other friends, no mound of gifts to open. . .just Megan. So that is what we did. I let her pick ANY place that she could imagine to go with Megan. And being the "eco friendly, green girls" that they are, together, they chose the Nature and Science Museum. Just 2 girls who never even disagreed for a second, and me. . . what an honor it was to watch Emma on that day. She truly is growing up. And it was a lot of fun!
Next came Sunday afternoon. It was gray and cloudy and everything about it screamed thunderstorm. But in the back of my mind I knew this. . .Steven Curtis Chapman was in town. Now for those of you who know me and who read my blog, you know that it would be the rare occasion of hospitalization or extreme disaster that would keep me away from one of his concerts. This time he was going to be at Coors Field (only 30 minutes away!) and perform after the Rockies vs Padres game. And all I had to do was get there before the game ended, purchase my $10 ticket and sit back and enjoy. That is exactly what I did. I arrived at the top of the 5th inning, found my seat, did the wave once or twice and sat back - not to watch the World Series team play, but believe it or not, to read a book. . . okay, that's my confession. I read a book at the Rockies game!!!
And 3 innings later, I packed everything up and began to move to the third base section of the lower level of Coors Field. Upon arrival to the field I got the inside scoop from the guy at the ticket counter as to where the best place to sit for the concert would be. So off I went - just me at Coors Field - on a mission to get the best seat in the house. BTW - The Rockies lost - I did at least notice the final score.
Now, I have been known for writing blogs that are way too long. . .so for now, this is where I will stop. But you absolutely HAVE to check back later today or tomorrow, because the best is yet to come. . ."What an Honor (Part 2) - the Concert."
Until then, what have you done for fun lately?
Global Art Inferno
Do you love art? I mean the real deal art. . .from famous artists and not the art you can buy at Target or TJ Maxx. Too expensive? My thoughts exactly. I have been to Vietnam and brought back quite a few knock offs of famous Vietnamese paintings. But I never imagined that I could ever own the real deal. . .But check this out!A friend of mine, Ben Roberts, is starting this super cool organization called Global Art Inferno. . .Read on. . .it's really impressive and a terrific idea.
Global Art Inferno is bringing exclusive art to the nonexclusive customer. By forging partnerships with Vietnamese Artists Global Art Inferno is able to bring real talent to the American market for a fraction of the cost. We are not selling prints, we are selling original works of art that represent the vibrant color and style of contemporary Vietnamese paintings.
Global Art Inferno creates exclusivity in three very unique ways:
1. You must be a member of Global Art Inferno to purchase art.
2. Global Art Inferno only produces small run commissions of art, never over 500 paintings in any collection. Consumers can be assured that they are receiving something that very few people in the entire world have.
3. Global Art Inferno brings art to life by predestining its death. Every GLOBAL ART INFERNO painting has a life span of one year after it arrives in America. All art not purchased within that year is burned so that excess inventory does not stack up and sell at discounts.
Through this innovative model we are offering premium products that are sold at less than wholesale prices. Our mantra is art for all. We will change what it means to have access to art in the 21st century.
Here is the deal. We want this company to be completely consumer driven. We want our members to help make all business decisions. From the very beginning we will be committing 10% of our profits to the Non-Government Organization Glocal Ventures because of their work in the communities we will purchase the art from. To keep membership as the decision makers it is imperative that we raise capital in unique ways. By the middle of September you will be able to purchase unique t-shirts directly from www.globalartinferno.com. When we have reached 5,000 t-shirts sold we are ready to move forward.
Can I get an Amen for collective action?
Website: http://www.globalartinferno.org
BTW - Glocal Ventures is the global/local ministry arm of Northwood Church in Keller, TX, and the organization that we at Cool River go through when we send our people to Vietnam at least 2 times/year. I encourage you to check out the website above. . .even if you don't think you would enjoy Vietnamese art. . .even if you prefer your kids refrigerator art to the real deal. . .this is going to be a terrific organization to be a part of.
Monday Morning at the Colon Home
Like a typical morning in everybody's household that is full of kids, you can always hear cartoons in the background of the Colon home, too. My girls always participate in the morning ritual of watching cartoons while eating their breakfast. But this morning I just had to laugh. . .check it out. . .
Like most, we have more than one TV in our house.
The "Papa Bear" size
The "Mama Bear" size
And yet, this is the one they always choose. . . .
The "Baby Bear" one from my college days in the dorm.
Everyone looks happy and content - even the dog. It's kinda like buying toys for your kids. . .they have more fun with the cardboard box. Of all the tv's in our house, this little cardboard box version of a tv has received more love than all the others combined. My grandmother would be happy to know that her high school graduation gift to me has been put to such good use.
Like most, we have more than one TV in our house.
The "Papa Bear" size
The "Mama Bear" size
And yet, this is the one they always choose. . . .
The "Baby Bear" one from my college days in the dorm.
Everyone looks happy and content - even the dog. It's kinda like buying toys for your kids. . .they have more fun with the cardboard box. Of all the tv's in our house, this little cardboard box version of a tv has received more love than all the others combined. My grandmother would be happy to know that her high school graduation gift to me has been put to such good use.
Home Again!!
The Colon Family is officially back in Colorado!!! We got home last night at about 10pm. My wonderful husband graciously let me sleep in this morning until 9am, so I feel a bit recovered. But as soon as my feet hit the floor, I have been running around like a wild woman. No matter how hard I try to get things in order before leaving home, it is always a chaotic time for a few days getting life back into routine again. Thanks to mom, at least I don't have piles of laundry staring me in the face. What a great gift she gave me in washing everything before we left.
Anyway, I just sat down a few minutes ago to update some photoblog pics as well as check my Google Reader. (FYI - the other photoblog pics are on the sidebar)There are hundreds of blog and news entries that I read on a daily basis that I have to go through tonight before bed. While reading through everything I found a nice surprise. . .an actual good picture of me that made it onto the world wide web. I snagged it off of Brandi Wilson's blog, so Brandi, thanks for letting me steal from you.
I snagged it for 2 reasons. . .1. I rarely take a good picture. Kevin is always telling me to open my eyes more. Believe it or not, the waitress at Rafferty's actually caught me at a good moment. So. . .that alone made it worth sharing. 2. I wanted to take time to send out some much deserved cudos to the couple in the picture with us. It's Pete and Brandi Wilson. A lot of you who read this already know who these exceptional people are. If not, you must add them to your own Google Reader, because they are some pretty cool friends doing some pretty amazing stuff in Nashville, TN. You can read both of their blogs and get a bit of our history. (Pete and Kevin - Brandi's story)
A long story made as short as possible is this - Brandi and I grew up in the same county in KY and went to school together. I almost said that we grew up in the same town, but she is a Fredonia girl and those Fredonia-ites would not be happy with my lumping the two towns of Princeton and Fredonia together as one. We both went on to Western KY University for college. Pete and Kevin were freshmen roomies at WKU. Pete and Brandi hooked up. Pete tried to set Kevin and I up somewhere along the way, but we were both almost always in a relationship with someone else. Kevin went to seminary and I was still in school. Brandi and Pete ended up getting married and through a series of events, Kevin and I went on our first official date to their wedding where Kevin was the best man. WHEW! Fast forward. . .Kevin and I married about a year later. Pete was Kevin's best man as well. We went our separate ways only for God to bring us back together again for a few great years in Morgantown, KY, where Pete started his first church (Morgantown Community Church). Fast forward more. . .God moved Kevin and I on after about 2 years and now we are in Colorado. Pete and Brandi are now in Nashville after starting a second rockin' church - Crosspoint Community Church.
All that being said - WE LOVE THIS FAMILY!!!! They are terrific people. They are the kind of people that you wish you could hang out with every Friday night. Thanks, Pete and Brandi, for crashing our date night and hanging out with us for a few hours this week. How I wish we could do it more often!!!!
What does the future hold for our friendship story? Well, Pete and Brandi just so happen to have three boys (Jett, Gage and Brewer). We have 3 girls. . .I personally think that the next chapter in the story should be entitled, "Reinstating the Tradition of Arranged Marriages." What do you think?
O yeah! Here's the picture. . .
Anyway, I just sat down a few minutes ago to update some photoblog pics as well as check my Google Reader. (FYI - the other photoblog pics are on the sidebar)There are hundreds of blog and news entries that I read on a daily basis that I have to go through tonight before bed. While reading through everything I found a nice surprise. . .an actual good picture of me that made it onto the world wide web. I snagged it off of Brandi Wilson's blog, so Brandi, thanks for letting me steal from you.
I snagged it for 2 reasons. . .1. I rarely take a good picture. Kevin is always telling me to open my eyes more. Believe it or not, the waitress at Rafferty's actually caught me at a good moment. So. . .that alone made it worth sharing. 2. I wanted to take time to send out some much deserved cudos to the couple in the picture with us. It's Pete and Brandi Wilson. A lot of you who read this already know who these exceptional people are. If not, you must add them to your own Google Reader, because they are some pretty cool friends doing some pretty amazing stuff in Nashville, TN. You can read both of their blogs and get a bit of our history. (Pete and Kevin - Brandi's story)
A long story made as short as possible is this - Brandi and I grew up in the same county in KY and went to school together. I almost said that we grew up in the same town, but she is a Fredonia girl and those Fredonia-ites would not be happy with my lumping the two towns of Princeton and Fredonia together as one. We both went on to Western KY University for college. Pete and Kevin were freshmen roomies at WKU. Pete and Brandi hooked up. Pete tried to set Kevin and I up somewhere along the way, but we were both almost always in a relationship with someone else. Kevin went to seminary and I was still in school. Brandi and Pete ended up getting married and through a series of events, Kevin and I went on our first official date to their wedding where Kevin was the best man. WHEW! Fast forward. . .Kevin and I married about a year later. Pete was Kevin's best man as well. We went our separate ways only for God to bring us back together again for a few great years in Morgantown, KY, where Pete started his first church (Morgantown Community Church). Fast forward more. . .God moved Kevin and I on after about 2 years and now we are in Colorado. Pete and Brandi are now in Nashville after starting a second rockin' church - Crosspoint Community Church.
All that being said - WE LOVE THIS FAMILY!!!! They are terrific people. They are the kind of people that you wish you could hang out with every Friday night. Thanks, Pete and Brandi, for crashing our date night and hanging out with us for a few hours this week. How I wish we could do it more often!!!!
What does the future hold for our friendship story? Well, Pete and Brandi just so happen to have three boys (Jett, Gage and Brewer). We have 3 girls. . .I personally think that the next chapter in the story should be entitled, "Reinstating the Tradition of Arranged Marriages." What do you think?
O yeah! Here's the picture. . .
I'm on Vacation!!!
We will be in the great state of Kentucky from July 21-31 visiting family and drinking lots of sweet tea. So, I probably won't write very much. . .but watch the side bar for photoblog pictures of our adventures.
Late Night or Early Morning?
It's 2:55am and why am I awake? Let's see. . .I have blamed it on about 10 different things so far. My mattress is extremely uncomfortable and kinda sinks in the middle. Kevin is snoring. Olivia woke up with a bad dream. The bedroom isn't dark enough. I'm hot and sticky and should have taken a shower before going to bed. The neighbor's dog is barking. Someone's sprinklers just came on. . .these are the things that prompted me out of bed tonight and onto the computer once again. Does this ever happen to you?So now I sit here - wide awake and halfway asleep at the same time. And in the quietness and darkness of this house it is the perfect setting to think. . .think about bills that need to be paid and things that need to be done before leaving for KY next week and how dirty the house is and how much I have to do in just a few hours when the sun comes up. . .I've searched homeschool websites and Facebook and Food Network and all of my regular blogs and for Rockies tickets and CNN. . .and my brain is on overload. . .and all I want to do is sleep. . .Please tell me I'm not the only person this happens to. Wish me luck on an afternoon nap!
A Sunday in the Life of a Church Planting Wife
Sunday. . .it is traditionally the holiest of days. . .at least that is what I was taught as a kid. My thoughts on the matter? Sunday. . .it is the CRAZIEST of days. But maybe that's what ends up making it so holy. . .
Yesterday I woke up to what I had braced myself to be a fast a furious exercise of leading and directing and mothering and running back and forth and driving and smiling and. . . I knew it was going to be jam packed. I knew it was a day that I was going to wear 42 hats instead of the usual 20. But I never could have prepared myself in full for the whirlwind that it quickly became. And I could have never imagined the crazy sense of fulfillment that it gave me at the end of it all when I finally snuggled into my pj's and fell quickly asleep to the voice of Paula Dean as I ended it all with Paula's Party on the FoodNetwork.
5:45am - alarm goes off - I only hit snooze 2 times!
6:15am - shower, dress, gather all the last supplies for church, out the door
7:15am - Safeway hadn't even finished making their fresh bread for the morning. . .communion bread and grape juice would have to be bought later. BUT Starbucks is already open. . .Tall Americano with cream, please!
7:30 - Unload my van at the doors of the school - trays and bowls for Communion, 4 boxes full of children's supplies, oj, half and half, coffee to be made, bags of nursery items, my purse, my Starbucks. . . all unloaded. AND the door is locked! I know Kevin is in there. . .bang, bang, bang on the door.
7:40 - "You really are early!!" - Kevin
7:45 - All the contents of the van are now in the school - Starbucks in hand. . .run. . .
8:00 - I have now run down the hallway to the gym of the school a total of 12 times delivering various kids supplies and getting things set up. The setup crew is here now. They (okay, I mean, Kevin :-) ) stole my cart so I am carrying everything down the LONG hallway by hand. . . this is where the smiling part came in handy. . .
8:20 - "Can you please make the coffee - make 30 cups, that's 3 cups of coffee - thanks, Matt." "Where is that box full of name tags we use for the kids check-in? Has anyone seen it? They must be lost. Martha, can you run to Wal-Mart and grab some? - O, and the communion bread , too, while you are at it?" "Kimberley, we had to set up the nursery in a different hallway today because they are cleaning out the classrooms and our usual spot is full of desks and books and globes from the library - can you manage?" "Kevin, you look stressed. . .how can I help? (Kevin) My cell phone isn't working and I'm leaving for South Carolina at 3:30. (Amy) Don't worry. Give it to me and I'll somehow take care of it." "There are chalk drawings all over the walkway coming into the school. Can somebody find a bucket of water and clean that up?" "Where are my keys?" "Who is working the greeting table today?" "Jenna, this is Amy. Did you find someone else to work in the nursery today since it's the 5th Sunday? Yep, they'll need a new name tag." "Can I give these snacks to our kids? I checked and they are peanut free, gluten free, wheat free. . .taste free. . .yep, they'll work." "Karen, I'm so glad to see you! I've gotta go home and pick up the girls and Kevin's mom. I'll get back as quickly as I can."
8:40 - Out the door of the school and driving back home
8:50 - Oops! That was a cop! (hold my breath and keep going) Whew!
8:56 - "Where's ECO?" - he needs breakfast, feed the fish, luckily all the girls have had their showers and are dressed. "SHOES! Would you girls please find your shoes? And please make sure they match! No boots, Olivia! It's 90 degrees outside!" "Get your hair brushed, brush your teeth, "No, you can't bring that rock to church or that Barbie or that magazine. Let's go, get in the car." "Please, please stop whining!"
9:15 - In the car headed back to the school.
9:20 - Greeted in the parking lot with more questions about children's activities for the day. . . Smile, more conversations, the band sounds great, "Is that coffee ready yet? My Starbucks got cold." Where are the keys to the cabinet? Are my teachers here yet? Emma, where's Emma? She is up in the tree outside with Dylan. "Emma, please don't fall. There is no time to go to the the emergency room this morning." "Olivia, stay inside and watch Presley." Claire needs orange juice. Looks like I'm working at the children's greeting table today. All ready to go. . ."I wonder what time the AT&T Store opens?"
10:15 - Everyone is in place. The kids are ready to start their classes. Emma and Dylan find their way out of the tree just in time to go to the gym. The band starts. Alena (2 years old) needs a sticker so she can stay in her class without mom. We take a walk to the cabinet to find just the right one. Finally in the service. Worship ends. Communion. . .video. . .
10:55 - The service is still going on. Kevin starts to speak. Out the door to figure out how to take care of this broken cell phone.
11:00 - Cell phone is dead. $300 for a new one.
11:20 - Back at the school just in time to catch the final song. Smile, smile, talk, talk, Say "hello" to some visitors. Gotta find Kevin's mom. Where did she go? Clean up the gym. Pack the cabinet. Load the trailor. Dump the coffee. Where are the girls?. . .running in the parking lot and hiding in the McCormick's van. Reload my van. Turn off all the lights. Whew!
12:30 - Drive out of the parking lot. Spend $75 on gas. Grab some Sonic for the road. Kevin has to go home to sync his new phone (which by the way, brightened his day). Let the dog out to pee. Jump in the car again and fly to the airport. 45 minutes later, hugs and kisses to Kevin and hurry up to get out of the departure lane before the security guard motions me along. Drive home 45 minutes.
3:00 - Crash. . . .
And there is still at least 7 hours left in the day. . .
To say that my day was crazy yesterday is an understatement. It was insane! But the oddest thing is that it was the greatest insanity. . .why? Because in the middle of it all I knew that I was doing exactly what I has created and equipped to do on that day. . . and I wouldn't want it any other way. Days like this are such a rush for me. I get so amazed when I see it all come together - all the craziness and frantic rushing - when it all does come together - when all is accomplished and well done - when it's finally dark and I'm in my pj's watching Paula's Party. . .it's almost like a holy moment. . .because there is no way I could have ever pulled it off on my own.
Yesterday I woke up to what I had braced myself to be a fast a furious exercise of leading and directing and mothering and running back and forth and driving and smiling and. . . I knew it was going to be jam packed. I knew it was a day that I was going to wear 42 hats instead of the usual 20. But I never could have prepared myself in full for the whirlwind that it quickly became. And I could have never imagined the crazy sense of fulfillment that it gave me at the end of it all when I finally snuggled into my pj's and fell quickly asleep to the voice of Paula Dean as I ended it all with Paula's Party on the FoodNetwork.
5:45am - alarm goes off - I only hit snooze 2 times!
6:15am - shower, dress, gather all the last supplies for church, out the door
7:15am - Safeway hadn't even finished making their fresh bread for the morning. . .communion bread and grape juice would have to be bought later. BUT Starbucks is already open. . .Tall Americano with cream, please!
7:30 - Unload my van at the doors of the school - trays and bowls for Communion, 4 boxes full of children's supplies, oj, half and half, coffee to be made, bags of nursery items, my purse, my Starbucks. . . all unloaded. AND the door is locked! I know Kevin is in there. . .bang, bang, bang on the door.
7:40 - "You really are early!!" - Kevin
7:45 - All the contents of the van are now in the school - Starbucks in hand. . .run. . .
8:00 - I have now run down the hallway to the gym of the school a total of 12 times delivering various kids supplies and getting things set up. The setup crew is here now. They (okay, I mean, Kevin :-) ) stole my cart so I am carrying everything down the LONG hallway by hand. . . this is where the smiling part came in handy. . .
8:20 - "Can you please make the coffee - make 30 cups, that's 3 cups of coffee - thanks, Matt." "Where is that box full of name tags we use for the kids check-in? Has anyone seen it? They must be lost. Martha, can you run to Wal-Mart and grab some? - O, and the communion bread , too, while you are at it?" "Kimberley, we had to set up the nursery in a different hallway today because they are cleaning out the classrooms and our usual spot is full of desks and books and globes from the library - can you manage?" "Kevin, you look stressed. . .how can I help? (Kevin) My cell phone isn't working and I'm leaving for South Carolina at 3:30. (Amy) Don't worry. Give it to me and I'll somehow take care of it." "There are chalk drawings all over the walkway coming into the school. Can somebody find a bucket of water and clean that up?" "Where are my keys?" "Who is working the greeting table today?" "Jenna, this is Amy. Did you find someone else to work in the nursery today since it's the 5th Sunday? Yep, they'll need a new name tag." "Can I give these snacks to our kids? I checked and they are peanut free, gluten free, wheat free. . .taste free. . .yep, they'll work." "Karen, I'm so glad to see you! I've gotta go home and pick up the girls and Kevin's mom. I'll get back as quickly as I can."
8:40 - Out the door of the school and driving back home
8:50 - Oops! That was a cop! (hold my breath and keep going) Whew!
8:56 - "Where's ECO?" - he needs breakfast, feed the fish, luckily all the girls have had their showers and are dressed. "SHOES! Would you girls please find your shoes? And please make sure they match! No boots, Olivia! It's 90 degrees outside!" "Get your hair brushed, brush your teeth, "No, you can't bring that rock to church or that Barbie or that magazine. Let's go, get in the car." "Please, please stop whining!"
9:15 - In the car headed back to the school.
9:20 - Greeted in the parking lot with more questions about children's activities for the day. . . Smile, more conversations, the band sounds great, "Is that coffee ready yet? My Starbucks got cold." Where are the keys to the cabinet? Are my teachers here yet? Emma, where's Emma? She is up in the tree outside with Dylan. "Emma, please don't fall. There is no time to go to the the emergency room this morning." "Olivia, stay inside and watch Presley." Claire needs orange juice. Looks like I'm working at the children's greeting table today. All ready to go. . ."I wonder what time the AT&T Store opens?"
10:15 - Everyone is in place. The kids are ready to start their classes. Emma and Dylan find their way out of the tree just in time to go to the gym. The band starts. Alena (2 years old) needs a sticker so she can stay in her class without mom. We take a walk to the cabinet to find just the right one. Finally in the service. Worship ends. Communion. . .video. . .
10:55 - The service is still going on. Kevin starts to speak. Out the door to figure out how to take care of this broken cell phone.
11:00 - Cell phone is dead. $300 for a new one.
11:20 - Back at the school just in time to catch the final song. Smile, smile, talk, talk, Say "hello" to some visitors. Gotta find Kevin's mom. Where did she go? Clean up the gym. Pack the cabinet. Load the trailor. Dump the coffee. Where are the girls?. . .running in the parking lot and hiding in the McCormick's van. Reload my van. Turn off all the lights. Whew!
12:30 - Drive out of the parking lot. Spend $75 on gas. Grab some Sonic for the road. Kevin has to go home to sync his new phone (which by the way, brightened his day). Let the dog out to pee. Jump in the car again and fly to the airport. 45 minutes later, hugs and kisses to Kevin and hurry up to get out of the departure lane before the security guard motions me along. Drive home 45 minutes.
3:00 - Crash. . . .
And there is still at least 7 hours left in the day. . .
To say that my day was crazy yesterday is an understatement. It was insane! But the oddest thing is that it was the greatest insanity. . .why? Because in the middle of it all I knew that I was doing exactly what I has created and equipped to do on that day. . . and I wouldn't want it any other way. Days like this are such a rush for me. I get so amazed when I see it all come together - all the craziness and frantic rushing - when it all does come together - when all is accomplished and well done - when it's finally dark and I'm in my pj's watching Paula's Party. . .it's almost like a holy moment. . .because there is no way I could have ever pulled it off on my own.
Emma and Dylan Sitting in a Tree. . .
They had better not be K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!
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This is where I discovered Emma and Dylan before church this morning. . .hanging out in a tree in front of the school where we have church. These two have been friends since they were toddlers in Texas. Look how they have grown! But hey Dylan, no kissing my little tree climber until you are 35!!!
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This is where I discovered Emma and Dylan before church this morning. . .hanging out in a tree in front of the school where we have church. These two have been friends since they were toddlers in Texas. Look how they have grown! But hey Dylan, no kissing my little tree climber until you are 35!!!
Why Do I Love Boulder County, Colorado? (Part 4)
I actually have a love/hate relationship with the local Safeway grocery store. I hate to pay the prices that they charge for their food! It often borders on highway robbery what Safeway charges for a carton of blueberries - $9.99/lb for 15.2 ounces today!!! No. I did not indulge. I'm no math wizard, but I don't think that's even a pound! In my mind I fuss and complain up and down every aisle as I load my shopping cart with the most minimal amount of groceries as possible. And yet I continue to shop Safeway - not for the big shopping trips. Those journey's are reserved for Target, my absolute favorite place in the world. But I can't seem to stop going to Safeway. . .and do you want to know why?I LOVE Safeway because everybody knows my name! It makes me feel like Norm on Cheers every time I enter through the automatic doors. You see, it's the local "spot." For those of you reading this who live in Superior, you are shaking your head and you understand exactly what I mean. There aren't many places in Superior for locals to meet up. But at Safeway I can always count on running into multiple people I know. Even the ladies who assist me in spending way too much money in the checkout line greet me with a "Good morning, Mrs. Colon" before I even place my first item on the belt to be scanned. Those stocking the shelves ask me almost immediately where my girls are if by chance on rare occasion I get to shop alone. And I dare to say that never have I gone into the store when I have not run into someone from the community whom I recognize. And what does that equal? Talk, talk, talk. . . Kevin always wonders what takes me so long when I say I am just running out to grab one quick thing at the store. This is why.
In Superior we are a small town. . .small in comparison to Denver. . .enormous in comparison to my hometown, Princeton, KY, where EVERYWHERE you go EVERYBODY knows your name. Do I love Safeway? No. But do I love going to Safeway? Yes. For some reason in the middle of the hugeness of where we live, it makes me feel a bit. . .I don't know,. . . bigger.
Cold Tangerines
Today I am reading a book that has proven to be the breath of fresh air that I needed, even though I didn't really even know that I needed it. I picked it up on the bookshelf of my local bookstore last week and admittedly laughed at the title and quickly placed it back on the shelf so that I could continue to look for a book with real "substance." You see, I love to read, but I am very selective of the books that I choose to spend my time on because my actual reading time is so few and far between.
There are 2 ways that I choose a book - *First, I read the title and the summary on the back, but the real selling point of the book for me is not whether the author has 5 bestsellers, but instead, who is endorsing their book. If I recognize the names of those people as solid in their area of expertise, then I generally feel good about purchasing the book. *Second, it has to have a cool looking cover. IF the two can be checked off my list then it is off to the counter that I go.
This particular book didn't even get my second glance. I read the title and imagined it to be one of those cheesy women's self help, manage your money well, love your family, be encouraged and smile books that I can't stand. But after a few more minutes of browsing and finding nothing to wet my appetite, I found myself back staring at the little bright orange book entitled, "Cold Tangerines." I picked it up again, performed my book choosing ritual, all of a sudden became intrigued and impressed, still not knowing anything about the author but recognizing every person who endorsed it for her, and reluctantly headed to the counter with my most unusual selection.
Let me just say that this book is quite the surprise!!! Come to find out, it was actually written by Bill Hybels daughter (though she never actually says that in the book, you can figure it out if you know anything of him and his church, Willow Creek). This book has been one of the most enlightening treasures of my summer so far. Maybe it's because she speaks my language. Maybe it's because she has said so many of the things that I am feeling these days. Maybe it's because she is hilarious in a way that is not goofy, but endearing.
I just finished reading part one of the book while sitting at the pool with the girls this morning. Something she said so much summed up the way I am feeling about life and God these days. I just have to share it. . .
"I feel, in the best moments, in spite of the uncertainty, in spite of the fear, like Lily Briscoe in To the Lighthouse. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I had my vision. I had that line written on my wall for years, years ago, and now it holds a whole new richness. I had my vision, and I thought it would come in a flash, a bright beam of knowing. But is has come in the same way that all things come to me. It has come to me with a fight. It has come to me the hard way, through tears and fog and fear and chaos, and now has landed int he palm of my hand like a firefly. There now, I have had my vision."
Lately I have been in the middle of the fight. I struggle against no one but myself. It makes me mad and scared and sometimes, once I get too tired to fight with me any more, a window begins to slowly open and light starts to peek through and I see glimpses of God's vision for me. But O how I seem to love the fight. It is so hard to give up. I am stubborn and I make life a lot harder than it is. But the prospect of sitting back eating cold tangerines always eventually pushes me towards excellence and vision. I'm not there yet during this time of fog and fight and chaos. But I can almost taste their juiciness.
There are 2 ways that I choose a book - *First, I read the title and the summary on the back, but the real selling point of the book for me is not whether the author has 5 bestsellers, but instead, who is endorsing their book. If I recognize the names of those people as solid in their area of expertise, then I generally feel good about purchasing the book. *Second, it has to have a cool looking cover. IF the two can be checked off my list then it is off to the counter that I go.
This particular book didn't even get my second glance. I read the title and imagined it to be one of those cheesy women's self help, manage your money well, love your family, be encouraged and smile books that I can't stand. But after a few more minutes of browsing and finding nothing to wet my appetite, I found myself back staring at the little bright orange book entitled, "Cold Tangerines." I picked it up again, performed my book choosing ritual, all of a sudden became intrigued and impressed, still not knowing anything about the author but recognizing every person who endorsed it for her, and reluctantly headed to the counter with my most unusual selection.
Let me just say that this book is quite the surprise!!! Come to find out, it was actually written by Bill Hybels daughter (though she never actually says that in the book, you can figure it out if you know anything of him and his church, Willow Creek). This book has been one of the most enlightening treasures of my summer so far. Maybe it's because she speaks my language. Maybe it's because she has said so many of the things that I am feeling these days. Maybe it's because she is hilarious in a way that is not goofy, but endearing.
I just finished reading part one of the book while sitting at the pool with the girls this morning. Something she said so much summed up the way I am feeling about life and God these days. I just have to share it. . .
"I feel, in the best moments, in spite of the uncertainty, in spite of the fear, like Lily Briscoe in To the Lighthouse. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue, I had my vision. I had that line written on my wall for years, years ago, and now it holds a whole new richness. I had my vision, and I thought it would come in a flash, a bright beam of knowing. But is has come in the same way that all things come to me. It has come to me with a fight. It has come to me the hard way, through tears and fog and fear and chaos, and now has landed int he palm of my hand like a firefly. There now, I have had my vision."
Lately I have been in the middle of the fight. I struggle against no one but myself. It makes me mad and scared and sometimes, once I get too tired to fight with me any more, a window begins to slowly open and light starts to peek through and I see glimpses of God's vision for me. But O how I seem to love the fight. It is so hard to give up. I am stubborn and I make life a lot harder than it is. But the prospect of sitting back eating cold tangerines always eventually pushes me towards excellence and vision. I'm not there yet during this time of fog and fight and chaos. But I can almost taste their juiciness.
Why Do I Love Boulder County, Colorado? (Part 3)
RANDOM "GREEN"ness. . . .
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(picture taken at the 29th Street Mall in Boulder)
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(picture taken at the 29th Street Mall in Boulder)
Why Do I Love Boulder County, Colorado? (Part 2)
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We LOVE our Dogs!!
The dog culture here in Colorado borders on insanity.
Our dogs eat organic dog food and they ride in the car with us to Starbucks to get a "puppacino" (that's a cup full of whipped cream that they are given at the drive thru instead of a doggie biscuit). We pick up their poop in a plastic bag while out taking a walk. There are dog parks all over the place created just for them to have playdates with their friends. We buy them clothes and designer leashes (Okay, I don't go that far) and there are speciality shops on every corner where you can purchase the most ridiculous things to occupy their time and shrink a family's bank account. I actually saw a birthday cake cookie the other day that was no bigger than the average human cookie and it cost $5.99 - for 2 whole dog bites!!!! (no, I didn't buy that one either. . .but the lady in front of me with the matching pomeranians bought 2!!!)
Dogs in Colorado are a protected species - a pampered species - they live better lives than most humans. . .but don't dye your poodle pink! I heard of a hair salon in Boulder who had a poodle in their shop. They died it pink and got charged a $1000 fine for endangering the health of their dog.
Meet my pampered pooch, ECO (like "echo") He's actually not so pampered, but he sure has cost our family lots of bucks. The things we do for our dogs. . .
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Why Do I Love Boulder County, Colorado? (Part 1)
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EVERYBODY rides a bike!!! Okay, maybe not everybody. I don't ride a bike. I don't even own a bike. But I love the idea of owning and riding a bike. The largest majority of people that I know here do it. I simply need the 4 seater minivan version with airbags. No, scratch that. . .What I need is a surrey like this happy family discovered at Disneyland. Wouldn't I get some great stares if the girls and I started down the bike lane to Target in this?
Or maybe I should do it Hanoi style like this. . .(you've gotta click on this pic to see the larger image)
Who really needs a bike lane anyway? Maybe someday I will join the bike riding craze of Colorado. It's really cool. And seriously, EVERYONE else rides a bike!!!!! But I just paid $1100 so my van would continue to run. I can't even afford a bike. So for me, I'll continue to enjoy the air conditioning and live vicariously through all of my friends who are burning hundreds of calories and saving the ozone layer and looking really terrific in their spandex all at the same time.
This is reason #1 why I love where I live! Check back for more!
Glocalnet Launches New Site
What is Glocalnet? I could give you the big explanation or you could just click here. I'm sure they will explain it much better than I. But in a nutshell, for us at Cool River, they are the ones who launched us out into the church planting world and the ones who continue to help connect us to our mission of working in North Vietnam. But they are about so, so much more. I am extremely proud to be a part of this group. You really should take some time to browse their new site. It's pretty cool. And more is coming soon. . . (FYI - Cool River was the featured church plant on the opening day of this site. Check it out!)
God's Big Backyard
I thought I would share few pictures of the girl's week at Vacation Bible School. . .
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Every summer since they have been old enough to participate, I have found a local church providing VBS and signed Emma, Claire and Olivia up. That is one of the perks of church planting. We don't have to do VBS ourselves because we don't have the manpower, and everyone is thrilled to let us be a part of theirs. :-) (FYI - We have chosen not to provide VBS at Cool River and instead to channel our ministry energies alongside the activities that our town provides to its residents.)
Anyway, VBS is not what it used to be. Gone are the days of vanilla wafers and fruit punch, the pledge to the Christian flag and a game of "mother may I?" in the church parking lot. VBS 21st century is a HUGE production!! Lucky for us and the communities that they minister to, there are some churches where VBS is their bread and butter. And yes, I have to say that I am not too proud to enjoy the fruit of their gifting.
So. . .this year we attended VBS at Rocky Mountain Christian Church. It was absolutely top notch! Way to go RMCC! The girls had an absolute blast!!!
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Another week of summer has already passed.
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Every summer since they have been old enough to participate, I have found a local church providing VBS and signed Emma, Claire and Olivia up. That is one of the perks of church planting. We don't have to do VBS ourselves because we don't have the manpower, and everyone is thrilled to let us be a part of theirs. :-) (FYI - We have chosen not to provide VBS at Cool River and instead to channel our ministry energies alongside the activities that our town provides to its residents.)
Anyway, VBS is not what it used to be. Gone are the days of vanilla wafers and fruit punch, the pledge to the Christian flag and a game of "mother may I?" in the church parking lot. VBS 21st century is a HUGE production!! Lucky for us and the communities that they minister to, there are some churches where VBS is their bread and butter. And yes, I have to say that I am not too proud to enjoy the fruit of their gifting.
So. . .this year we attended VBS at Rocky Mountain Christian Church. It was absolutely top notch! Way to go RMCC! The girls had an absolute blast!!!
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Another week of summer has already passed.
A Day in Niwot
There is this little town about 20 minutes way from my house called Niwot, CO. I never go there. But this week it has been my "get away" spot while the girls are at VBS. As often happens, I was sitting at the Eye Opener this morning reading my Bible and writing when a random thought came into my mind. . .I should take pictures of this eclectic little town. . .no big reason. . .I just felt like sharing. Unfortunately, most of them didn't turn out so great. But here are a few I thought I would share. . .
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The market. . .the best "people watching" place in town
Old Town Niwot
Great Coffee!
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Saving the best for last. . .Ethanol for $2.99/gallon!!!!!
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So where is your favorite "get away?"
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The market. . .the best "people watching" place in town
Old Town Niwot
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Saving the best for last. . .Ethanol for $2.99/gallon!!!!!
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So where is your favorite "get away?"
A Week of Tennis
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Emma just completed her first official week of "for real" tennis camp today. After 30 hours of tennis, fun and sun (except for the days that it poured down rain), Emma is exhausted, but happily still loving tennis.
This week was a growing time both for her and for myself. Emma was given a lot of responsibility as she was left in two new situations that she had never experienced. . .8 hours/day away from her parents, out in the open, at a tennis court/pool with only a few coaches to supervise. . .Mom was a nervous wreck for the first 2 days, but she did terrific. . .Second, this week was the first time I have ever allowed Emma to go swimming without my supervision. She is not a great swimmer - brave, but not a lot of skills. Because of this, I was probably the most nervous about not being there to jump in and save her if she needed me during the two opportunities they gave the kids to cool off in the pool. Again, she did just fine. (I have to admit that if she had looked up a few times she would have noticed a silhouette on the other side of the fence that looked much like her mom. . .shhhhh!)
So a new chapter of life has begun. I officially have a daughter who is growing up. . .three of them as a matter of fact. Of course, I have known that all along, but on this day as I write it is very, very real.
Banjo Billy
I had more fun tonight than I have had in a very long time!
A group of ladies got together to celebrate Wendy Spurbeck's birthday by taking a ride on Banjo Billy's Bus Tour. Yep, you heard right. Banjo Billy. Can you tell it is a Boulder bus? You should see the 70's furniture inside to sit on. . .not to mention the horse saddles if you choose not to ride on the orange, yellow and brown plaid sofa. If you live near Boulder and have never taken this night time tour of the city, complete with ghost stories and Boulder history, it is absolutely a must! But if you do it, you must do it in style!
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Tonight about 15 ladies joined Wendy at the Boulderado Hotel. We had no idea what we were in for. But after a few glasses of wine, dark chocolate, strawberries, cheese and tons of laughter and silliness, I think that every lady who went with us is ready to plan the next ladies night out with Billy. Seriously, it is a terrific tour. But go as a group and plan to have fun.
After the Banjo Billy tour came to an end, we headed up the street to Centro latin restaurant for dinner. Talk about some SPICY but yummy food! I definitely drank my H2O limit for the day. It was a terrific night all around. Who could ask for more. . great entertainment, amazing ladies to hang out with, yummy food and lots of laughs. Thanks, ladies, for a lot of fun! Happy birthday, Wendy!
A group of ladies got together to celebrate Wendy Spurbeck's birthday by taking a ride on Banjo Billy's Bus Tour. Yep, you heard right. Banjo Billy. Can you tell it is a Boulder bus? You should see the 70's furniture inside to sit on. . .not to mention the horse saddles if you choose not to ride on the orange, yellow and brown plaid sofa. If you live near Boulder and have never taken this night time tour of the city, complete with ghost stories and Boulder history, it is absolutely a must! But if you do it, you must do it in style!
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Tonight about 15 ladies joined Wendy at the Boulderado Hotel. We had no idea what we were in for. But after a few glasses of wine, dark chocolate, strawberries, cheese and tons of laughter and silliness, I think that every lady who went with us is ready to plan the next ladies night out with Billy. Seriously, it is a terrific tour. But go as a group and plan to have fun.
After the Banjo Billy tour came to an end, we headed up the street to Centro latin restaurant for dinner. Talk about some SPICY but yummy food! I definitely drank my H2O limit for the day. It was a terrific night all around. Who could ask for more. . great entertainment, amazing ladies to hang out with, yummy food and lots of laughs. Thanks, ladies, for a lot of fun! Happy birthday, Wendy!
I'll Never Complain. . .
about slow or bad service at the drive thru again.
Today the girls and I were out on our annual Croc shopping expedition. It was truly a girls day out. Pink Crocs for all (except for me - hot pink rubber shoes do nothing for my wardrobe!)
Anyway, after our time at the mall, I realized that it was 12:00 and all of a sudden my stomach started rumbling for Chick fil a. Typically, Chick fil a is by far the fastest drive thru. You can get into a line of 10 cars and still be served in 5 minutes or less. 99% of the time they are very impressive - both with speed and their manners. . ."thank you. . .my pleasure." Don't you just love that!
I have to tell you that today was quite the different experience. It was very stressful - not so much because of their unusual slowness. I'm sure that 2 girls smacking each other across the seat behind me had way more to do with my sense of frustration. But all the same, I drove away swearing that I would never return to Chick fil a at lunch time ever again. . .one of those days.
Next came the humor. Such an insignificant moment in life, and yet by way of random You Tube searching for something completely different, I came across this video. (If you are a High School Musical fan or have tiny HSM fans running around your house, you will recognize these celebrities.) Never again will I complain about my drive thru experience. My worst experience can't possibly equal what these girls had to go through.
Just a post to waste your time. . .:-) Every once in a while I think I should be allowed to share something completely insignificant, don't you?. . .Enjoy the weekend!
Today the girls and I were out on our annual Croc shopping expedition. It was truly a girls day out. Pink Crocs for all (except for me - hot pink rubber shoes do nothing for my wardrobe!)
Anyway, after our time at the mall, I realized that it was 12:00 and all of a sudden my stomach started rumbling for Chick fil a. Typically, Chick fil a is by far the fastest drive thru. You can get into a line of 10 cars and still be served in 5 minutes or less. 99% of the time they are very impressive - both with speed and their manners. . ."thank you. . .my pleasure." Don't you just love that!
I have to tell you that today was quite the different experience. It was very stressful - not so much because of their unusual slowness. I'm sure that 2 girls smacking each other across the seat behind me had way more to do with my sense of frustration. But all the same, I drove away swearing that I would never return to Chick fil a at lunch time ever again. . .one of those days.
Next came the humor. Such an insignificant moment in life, and yet by way of random You Tube searching for something completely different, I came across this video. (If you are a High School Musical fan or have tiny HSM fans running around your house, you will recognize these celebrities.) Never again will I complain about my drive thru experience. My worst experience can't possibly equal what these girls had to go through.
Just a post to waste your time. . .:-) Every once in a while I think I should be allowed to share something completely insignificant, don't you?. . .Enjoy the weekend!
The Dream Versus Reality
I just came back from picking up the family minivan from the shop. I suppose you could say that reality has set in once again. Just when I started dreaming of the possibility of not being a minivan mom for the rest of my life, my hopes and dreams were shattered in one grand swipe of the Frontier Mastercard. Yet another dose of reality hit today. I am doomed. . .doomed to continue to ride in a dirty, trash filled, chicken nugget and fries covered house on wheels for quite a few more years to come. And how do I know this? Well. . .I just paid it off. . .
And of course, the inevitable thing happened. . .People always think that once you pay off your vehicle all of a sudden you will have all of this extra money to put aside into savings. At least that was my original plan. The money would happily sit there and gain interest each month until the coveted day arrived when all of the kids were out of car seats. One day soon they would be able to sit side by side without causing us to have to detour to the emergency room. In my imagination, the days of the dream car were just around the corner.
But today reality set in. And this is the reality of my day. . .I paid off the silver Chevy minivan last month and then. . .you guessed it - a few leaks all of a sudden needed to be repaired. . .$1100.00 later. . .and I STILL own a minivan. . .a leak free minivan, yes. . .but still a silver Chevy minivan!!!!!!! And I understand fully tonight that I am doomed to continue on as a minivan mom for lots of years to come. . . (I mean, how do you justify putting $1100 into a vehicle only to get rid of it in 6 months time?)
So here is a picture of my home on wheels.
It is a common little van that sucks gas and smells like soured milk on some days and sweaty gym clothes on others. But it's mine. . .fully mine. And I am blessed to have it. For it is far better than the lavendar car that Kevin once drove (though we loved the blessing of being given that great little car) and it is far more gas efficient than my dad's big truck. It can hold an entire army of kids - 6 car seats to be exact. And it gets me where I need to go. . .so I won't complain. But you better believe that I will continue to dream. Someday I'll drive the cool car. Hey, maybe Kevin would like a minivan for his birthday this month. . . .????
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