"You cannot legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation.

You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it."
Dr. Adrian Rogers 1931-2005

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Around the Farm

Free range desert birds.
Wooly Mesquite
A hybrid Mesquite that is a cross between a sheep and a Mesquite!

 Tools of the farm include wheelbarrows.

Fences must come with a pass through.

And a canardly Rooster is named Tim Jr. He shares his name with Tim, an older model, and was named after the neighbor that gave us Tim, the older model. 

Any guesses as to what a canardly is?

Friday, March 30, 2012

In all things

Well it has been interesting trying to figure out how to post with the new changes with the blog host.  As I have been trying to maneuver around the new publishing style I smiled and realized something. The change most likely will make posting easier, yet I miss the old format.  I was comfortable with it and whether it was easier or not, it is what I wish for as I am posting.  Isn't that how life is?  We get comfortable with something and are reluctant to change, even if the change may be for the better. 

My daughter has been faithfully eating olives~so I can begin another project. Do you have any guesses as to what I am going to make?

 To all those asking for a more complete view of the makeover in the kitchen...I will be sharing soon.  Our construction crew~although super adorable~have never rebuilt a kitchen-but are ready to take on the challenge!  Oh and the above photo~makes me smile, as my cardboard cupboards(well they are super thin wood~cheapola) are almost all removed. And heck, I won't miss them, because I had to use a stool to reach everything that was housed in these cupboards!
Ethel Cushing
Made in Edgar, Nebraska
Circa 1930
85" x 71"
Nebraska State Historical Society, Source: Donald & Doris Cushing, Lincoln Ethel Cushing made this quilt featuring ribbons she and her husband Loren won at the Adams, Nuckolls, Clay, and Garfield county fairs and the Nebraska State Fair from 1924 to 1931. Prizes were for needlework, canning, poultry, and livestock. (source)
 This photo is a photo I found on the Nebraska History site. I was reading about something that took me to the Nebraska site, and I spent some time reading about the quilts made by the citizens of Nebraska. This quilt was made in 1930 using fair ribbons!! Pretty exciting~don't you think? This quilt inspires me to perhaps do something different with the way I display ribbons currently.

This is how the ribbons are displayed today.  Maybe I will quilt something down the road!!

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Simple Life

One of my son's needed a touch of the simple life for an outing he was planning. He requested a picnic basket, a small cooler and the red checkered tablecloth that we have had for years.

Here is the picnic basket. Isn't it lovely?

Here is what I filled the basket with...the wooden piece on the top is actually a small table-very clever indeed!

The breakdown- a rustic candlestick to go with the red candle. White cloth napkins with simple throwaway utensils that match the color theme. Our checkered tablecloth~makes a simple meal spectacular, and of course the mini cooler that fit perfectly and will hold the luncheon items. It is far more special to do something not expected yet simple on an outing. Anyone can go to dinner and the movies...

On to my simple kitchen. Slowly but surely it is coming into the focus. No longer do we have two separate rooms, but instead have one great room with the table part of the kitchen.

My china hutch houses my Pyrex dishes as well as several platters I have collected over the years.

Here is the other side of the area near the table. Still playing around with how it will be when done. I love that anything goes when doing makeover and not applying any traditional expectations to the project. The hooks for this and the other photo were fashioned out of baling wire~as the farm provides pretty much anything I need!

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Dear America

I have three sons. I pray that they set as their mentors men of honorable character, with morals and values that raise the bar. I understand that they will be normal young men at times, as we were all young at one point.
I pray that the actions they choose will lead them on the path of goodness and righteousness. I understand that being 22 is not so easy. I pray that they lean on those that stand for truth and follow truth's path.

I pray that when times are heated, that they are noble and live in a way that leads them to stay firmly footed. I understand that being 19 is not easy. I pray that the men they set as their examples are of good report.
I pray that in crises my sons stand on the side of truth, allowing compassion, hope, and generosity to shine. I understand that being 18 is not easy. I pray that my sons stand firm in His Truth in all times and set the moral compass on what God has provided.

I pray that if these young men make mistakes that they learn from the mistakes and go on to be the men of great potential that they are. I pray that if these young men make mistakes that Bill and I do not glorify the failures, but instead support them on the path back to truth.

Dear America, I share my sons, as they are really more part of the national fiber than mine anymore. I share my sons as they are becoming tall men in our nation, choosing to be, all because anything is possible.

I share my sons because Martin Luther King said
I have a dream that little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

My little children are men~ and I pray that we raise the bar for all of our sons, so that they can become.

a mother of part of the tapestry that makes our nation great.
photo one-my oldest son
photo two-my middle son
photo three-my third son

If I had a son

he would look like Trayvon Martin.
President Barack Obama March 2012

I have three sons. I cannot imagine losing any one of them. I would NEVER stand up and raise the color of their skin in such an ugly way. I am saddened by the death of this teen. His life was wasted and his death is being turned into a race baiting show. How dare we allow his death to be spun into anything more than it was.

The story will come out. Thanks to the media's assumption that this was a white on black crime we can expect riots.

I rarely have heard of a Hispanic referred to as anything other than a Hispanic, but in this case, the shooter has been labeled...White Hispanic.

The address of the above White Hispanic was tweeted by Spike Lee.

There are calls for the shooter to be brought in...some dead or alive.

Hoodies are now being worn as an emblem of pride and solidarity.

It appears as if Trayvon Martin was not the perfect student-many aren't.

It appears as if Trayvon Martin is being turned into a hero for dying and will champion the race division for years.

Yet, my little old brain cries foul. I hear the president's comment and my brain screams. If I had a son- I would expect him to live above the standards set for him. I would say zero tolerance for behavior that was below the bar of what I expected. I would provide an abundance of books for him to read. I would take him to the library, on walks, and have meals with him. His schedule would be something he would know. He would be called my cutie petootie. I would snuggle him, and buggle him, and love him to pieces. I would tell him he could become anything he wanted, even the president of the United States. I would tell him he could be anything he wanted...as long as he gave his 100%, whether he chose something where he served another, or worked for himself or something in the middle. I would expect him to open doors for women, help his father in jobs around the farm, and to allow for silly family photos for his momma. If Trayvon was my son I would love how tall he had grown and would have told him that with such great height comes great responsibility.

Yet, the main stream media is stirring the fire on this race war.

All the while, hundreds of thousands of boys, just like Trayvon, need parents to look upon them and say something like this: "If I had a son like Trayvon, I would be the best father or mother I could be and would expect my son to be the best he could be."

By the way if anyone wanted to see who was waging war on blacks-you could go to this website. Where is the outcry for these wee one's???
For every 1,000 African-American babies born, 1,448 were aborted.
This has not made the news has it? Why aren't the race baiters screaming from the rooftops?

Welcome Gateway Pundit Readers!!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

A Little Time on Your Hands?

Well then enjoy learning how to eat healthy. Kind of ironic considering what you are doing. Perhaps the full circle of the concept will be effective on one making changes...In every woman's restroom that I checked, at the VA Hospital in El Paso, Texas, this sign was on the inside of the stall door.
Here's the closeup.
To share what a home school mom did over the years of homeschooling~ was exactly this. When you have someones undivided attention, the message will eventually be read. Kind of a powerful place to have a message board.

'a homeschool mom'