
Our babysitter Tiffany has a Mac Powerbook with a camera mounted on it. The great thing with this camera is that it lets you take pictures in all sorts of crazy modes, including the following:



My hope is built on nothing lessMy Dad has fought the fight right along side of my Mom and saying that I'm proud of him doesn't do it justice. I am in awe. After 40 years of marriage, my Dad has shown me how seriously he takes the "in sickness and in health" portion of his marriage vows. He has stood by my Mom, made her his top priority and served her tirelessly through everything she's gone through over the past 11 months, not to mention the rest of their marriage. He has been a model father and husband all of his life and I am so proud to have him as my Dad. I want to be that kind of man and that kind of husband someday. He is truly my hero and my role-model as a man.
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly trust in Jesus’ Name.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness seems to hide His face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
Cathie and I have been at my parents house today spending time with my family. Jon, Dan, Susan, Cathie, Sherry and I spent some time looking at old pictures in a giant bin. This was one of my favorite thanks to Susan's bangs, Jon's drugged out look and Dan's huge glasses. I'm wearing my favorite three-piece cordoroy suit with a clip-on time.
I cannot teach him. The boy has no pants.
A few years ago, for Christmas Cathie, Sooze, Kris and Beth made my Mom a scrapbook of pictures from her life all the way back when cameras had just been invented. My brothers and I decided to try and claim credit for it, at least in a picture, which we all know is worth a thousand words. My Mom calls this picture, "Me and my favorite children". Dan and Jon calls this picture, "Our wives didn't pick out these pants for us."
When Nate was 2ish, he was fascinated by construction equipment, aka "Big Trucks". He couldn't quite say "Big Truck" so he would call them "De-Das". When Nate and I were driving home, we had the following conversation:
Nate: "Dad, when I was little, do you remember what I called big trucks?"
Me: "Yep. De-Das"
Nate: "Yeah. I didn't know they were a kind of shoe."
Me: "Huh? Shoes?"
Nate: "Yeah. A De-Das. They're a kind of shoe."
Me: "Never thought of it that way. Guess you're right."
Nate and I both agree that waitresses under the age of 50 shouldn't be allowed to call you 'Hon' or 'Honey'.
How many times a day do you refresh your inbox? How often do you do it without thinking? The Mind Hacks blog tackles why checking your email can become such a compulsive, addicting behavior: because, like the slot machines, it has "variable interval reinforcement."
Sometimes, but not every time, the behaviour produces a reward. Everyone loves to get an email from a friend, or some good news, or even an amusing web link. Sometimes checking your email will get you one of these rewards. And because you can never tell which time you check will produce the reward, checking all the time is reinforced, even if most of the time checking your email turns out to have been pointless. You still check because you never know when the reward will come.
Like Pavlov's dogs, the article discusses ways to recondition yourself to stop hitting that "Get Mail" button so often - by enforcing timed delays, making it harder to do, and removing or moving the new mail notification. This article's a little heavy on the psych-talk and "we're just animals with animal responses," but it's a really interesting look at the why's and how's of online addiction.
Emily: "Mom, I threw up a little bit, but don't worry, I cleaned it up."
Cathie: "Was your tummy feeling sick?"
Emily: "No. I was doing this with my hand (puts whole hand in mouth) and it made me throw up a little."
She has been fighting pancreatic cancer for 11 1/2 months and remains resolute in fighting this dreaded disease. She doesn't complain about what she goes through and is an inspiration to all of us.
My Mom started her third round of chemotherapy almost three weeks ago. Before she started these treatments, her oncologist encouraged her to have vascular access port implanted for ease of infusions, hydration and blood draws (which are twice a week). Since this required surgery as an out patient, Lynn was reluctant, but had it implanted anyway. Now that the nurses don't have to stick a needle into her veins she loves her port.
This has been the most difficult treatment yet, with the side effects of pain, nausea, and extreme fatigue, being much worse than the previous treatments. The pain and nausea are controlled to some degree with medication. Because of the fatigue, the doctors decided to postpone the next treatments by one week. They hope that this will allow Lynn to build up her energy level.
You continue to be so faithful with cards, other well wishes, and your prayers for Lynn's healing. With all your prayers and so many other people who don't even really know Lynn bombarding heaven, we thought God would be saying, okay? enough already, shes healed! We remind ourselves that, He is God. He knows the master plan. We place our trust in Him and we believe in miracles. Prominently displayed in our home is a plaque from one of Lynn s closest friends which says: Be still, and know that I am God.
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