Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Saturday, June 20, 2009
I also want to say Happy Father's Day to my dad and Derek's dad! We had a fun day celebrating with my dad today and got to see Derek's dad on Friday. We are lucky to be surrounded by such loving men!
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Friday, June 19, 2009
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009
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Sunday, June 14, 2009
"11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11,
" 31 but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:31
" 1As he went along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2His disciples asked him, "Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?" 3"Neither this man nor his parents sinned," said Jesus, "but this happened so that the work of God might be displayed in his life." John 9:1-3.
Attached is a video I found on YouTube. There are tons more if you want to see more.
Posted by Leigh Ann at 9:15 AM
Friday, June 12, 2009
She is just the sweetest little thing! I could have taken her home with me!She was so tired but didn't want to take a nap. I guess she thought we were just too exciting. Ha! She did let me hold her, but she really preferred Kandi. Blondes DO have all the fun! Ha!
Kandi and Kelly were roommates and I (and my roommate, Jennifer) was their suitemate. This is us in about 1992 before we went to the homecoming game. I was evidently in my Brooke Shields eyebrows phase. Hee hee!
Thanks for having us, Kelly! We had THE best time with you and Harper! I also enjoyed the scrumptious lunch you made for us! YUM!
Posted by Leigh Ann at 7:15 PM
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Posted by Leigh Ann at 12:09 PM
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
She told me Monday, "My brother is so sweet." Hope she always feels that way.
She calls Target "the circle store" because of their logo.
She wanted to order cheese dip at Chik-fil-a.
Just wanted to jot down a few things I don't want to forget.
Oh, and PLEASE don't be jealous, but guess who I get to see on Friday...
Posted by Leigh Ann at 8:01 PM
Sunday, June 7, 2009
We celebrated several days later with a trip to The Jump Zone. Fun was had by all.
Posted by Leigh Ann at 6:33 PM
Monday, June 1, 2009
My sweet friend, Kandi, sent this to me today. It was a copy of Ben Stein's final column. Wow! I wanted to share it with you, too. It made me think about my husband, my son, and Evan's teachers and therapists as tears flowed down my cheeks as I read his words. If you have a few minutes, read it. Well said, Ben!
Ben Stein's final column --
For many years has written a biweekly column called 'Monday Night At Morton's.' (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.
Ben Stein's Last Column...
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I 'slug' it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is 'eonline FINAL,' and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened..? I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a 'star' we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails..
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near . He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad . He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him..
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad .
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament... the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them.
But, I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York . I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein
Posted by Leigh Ann at 12:25 PM