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Parental warning...

The world is such a dangerous place for our children....its even scarier when its other children who are working so hard to destroy each other. 17 yo artist "Soulja Boy" is one of those kids preying on your children and taking your money in the process. Please read this blog and follow the links to read the lyrics to the song. It both alarmed and saddened me that parents are spending hard earned money to indoctrinate their precious children with such an unhealthy view of sexual relations.

Be warned....you're not going to like what you read, and should probably not let your children read it unless they are mature enough to do so. The lyrics are vulgar and offensive, as are the comments left by children defending the song.

The hard lessons....

We lost tow chickens today. One of our chicks was dead when we woke up. It looked like the others smooshed it while the slept. The other disappeared shortly after breakfast. ..we suspect she became someone else's breakfast. Its a really sad thing for your kids to learn, and yet, its a valuable lesson as well. From the chicks they learned that being selfish and only caring about your own comfort hurts others around you. From the missing hen they learned that when you decide to not follow the rules, and stay inside the protection that the rules bring, you end up very sorry. The enemy is always waiting to gobble us up if we decide to step out form under the protect of the Holy Father. He doesn't tell us to listen to him because he wants to hurt us...he only wants to love and protect us. So, not fun lessons, but ones they will remember..as will the Queen who had the lovely task of disposing of the little chicky no one else was willing to touch...I did however refuse to dissect it. I'm thinking if they want to see whats inside it, they should do it themselves....eeeeewwwwww....

#4982

Reason #4982 to home school.

Cops: 3rd-graders aimed to hurt teacher

My children have never plotted to harm their teacher. The only "attack" perpetrated on myself is the dog-pile on Mommy's bed to smother her with hugs and kisses. I'm so glad I'm raising nice kids. :0)

Where's the off switch??

I think one of my favorite things about homeschooling is seeing the "light come on" and watching the royal offspring get excited about learning...until around 9 PM that is. Why is it, that as my brain is beyond tired and just wants to go to bed, theirs seems to gear up with questions, ideas , inventions and a million other things? How insane does it make me look in their eyes to encourage free thought, looking up everything you want to know and solving all the world's problems with wacky inventions guaranteed to make our lives better all day long, only to beg them to be quiet and go to sleep as the sun goes down. After all, (and I quote) "IF God wanted us to go to bed at dark, why did he let us invent lights?" My answer of course, was "Lights were invented by Satan to give mom's more time everyday to work themselves into an early grave."

Some one find my Mommy owner's manual, I need to turn off the lights....

Thankful Thursday

“Let Israel be glad in his Maker; let the children of Zion rejoice in their King! Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre! For the Lord takes pleasure in his people; he adorns the humble with salvation.” ~ Psalm 149:2-4 (ESV -emphasis mine)

I have always loved “baby” grass. I am not quite sure at what point in my childhood I started calling it that, but the first grass of spring is my favorite. All those tiny, super bright green blades are definitely the first sign of spring for me. I am always afraid to walk on it and spoil the beauty. I want it to last forever, but it seems to only last for a few weeks before it changes- darker, wider, and stronger.

I think our lives are a lot like that baby grass. We are so fragile when we are born (and reborn). We are so fresh and new and….well, weak. Childhood goes spinning past us in a blaze of activity, fun and sometimes sorrows. We have parents and grandparents that tend to us and protect us.

As we mature and grow “wider” and hopefully stronger, we don’t need as much tender care. We still need our parents and mentors. We often need a good mowing and weeding to be honest. More than our appearance has changed. Our purpose has changed.

You see that stronger grass has a job to do. It holds the topsoil down. It feeds various animals (and bugs-icky) It seeds itself and reproduces. It gives my babies a nice soft place to land when they fall.

Weak baby grass is exciting and beautiful, but strong grass is necessary for survival. This has never been more clear to me than now, as I feel the loss of my mother. My Daddy God has blessed me with strong grass to fall into while I let Him help me heal. I'm so thankful my mother took the time to plant the seeds of faith and to tend to my "lawn" in preparation for my future. I hope I do as well a job with my kids.