Friday, March 28, 2008

Well finally it was nice enough to take a walk around the stables ...boy the horse are so beautiful some still have their winter coat ...and some have really attitudes...the first horse race for Kamloops is the May long weekend would be neat to see these horses race seeing we have been here since they have started training .... some of these horse will be racing for the very first time ....

This horse above has only had a rider on 3 times...still being broken
it will be a another year before it will run
These were sent to me ..they are so cute ....enjoy

NO PARENT LEFT BEHIND.... I promise you cannot read these and not laugh out loud. These are real notes written by parents in an ALABAMA school district.

Spellings have been left intact.

1. My son is under a doctor's care and should not take PE today. Please execute him.
2. Please exkuce lisa for being absent she was sick and i had her shot.
3. Dear school: please ecsc's john being absent on jan. 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and also 33.
4. Please excuse gloria from jim today. She is administrating.
5. Please excuse roland from p.e. for a few days. Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
6. John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
7. Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football. He was hurt in the growing part. 8. Megan could not come to school today because she has been bothered by very close veins.
9. Chris wi ll no t be in school cus he has an acre in his side. !
10. Please excuse ray friday from school. He has very loose vowels.
11. Pleaseexcuse Lesli from being absent yesterday. She had diahre dyrea direathe the shits.
12. Please excuse tommy for being absent yesterday. He had diarrhea, and his boots leak.
13. Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his bust.
14. Please excuse jimmy for being. It was his father's fault.
15. I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas shopping because i don't know what size she wear.
16. Please excuse jennifer for missing school yesterday. We forgot to get the sunday paper off the porch, and when we found it monday. We thought it was sunday.
17. Sally won't be in school a week from friday. We have to attend her funeral.
18. My daughter was absent yesterday because she was tired. She spent a weekend with the marines.
19. Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had a cold and could not breed well.
20. Please excuse mary for being absent yesterday. She was in bed with gramps.
21. Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a gangover.
22. Please excuse brenda. She has been sick and under the doctor.
23. Maryann was absent december 11-16, because she had a fever, sorethroat, headache and upset stomach. Her sister was also sick, fever an sore throat, her brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I wasn't the best either, sore throat and fever. There must be something going around, her father even got hot last night.

Now we know why parents are screaming for better education for our kids.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Well the Spring Break and Easter all in one ...what fun.
Well as many of you know our daughter Sam is off to BCIT for the month of April she wanted to leave Easter Sunday so we all decide to have the big dinner Saturday ..we all headed out to Barriere Ivy could join in the fun and for the dinner .
It was fun and relaxing. It was nice to meet Cory ( the new fellow in Sam's life).
Sunday was the big hunt for those chocolate eggs....Candy and DJ and Drew and Keisha came in and we all had breakfast at Glen and Patty's ....the kids had so much fun and the Easter Bunny left a treasure map for the older kids to hunt out their stuff..hehehe ...Drew was the first to finish. Hannah and Abi and Melissa and Racheal all did the Wildlife Easter egg hunt too. Mindi sent me some picture of Jordana and Matty egg hunting

Hope you enjoy the slide show ..and thanks Dani for the layouts used and KimB.

Friday, March 21, 2008

As we all know this the start of the Easter holidays is when Jesus rose ...he died for us ..

for our sins and with His love all can be forgive and love can grow.

I was reading this and thought this is one reason are Father in Heaven

had his own Son die for us be that bridge

to be that LOVE

I hope and pray you will read through the story and let it touch your heart.

God Bless you all over this holiday ....

Love Your Enemy

It is far better to forgive and forget than to resent and remember.

It was in a church in Munich that I saw him – a balding, heavyset man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where I had just spoken, moving along the rows of wooden chairs to the door at the rear. It was 1947 and I had come from Holland to defeated Germany with the message that God forgives.
It was the truth they needed most to hear in that bitter, bombed-out land, and I gave them my favorite mental picture. Maybe, because the sea is never far from a Hollander’s mind, I liked to think that that’s where forgiven sins were thrown. “When we confess our sins,” I said, “God casts them into the deepest ocean, gone forever. And even though I cannot find a scripture for it, I believe God then places a sign out there that says, ‘NO FISHING ALLOWED’.”
The solemn faces stared back at me, not quite daring to believe. There were never questions after a talk in Germany in 1947. People stood up in silence, in silence collected their wraps, in silence left the room.
And that’s when I saw him, working his way forward against the others. One moment I show the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones. It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights; the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor; the shame of walking naked past this man. I could see my sister’s frail form ahead of me, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin. Betsie, how thin you were!
The place was Ravensbruck and the man who was making his way forward had been a guard—one of the most cruel guards.
Now he was in front of me, hand thrust out: “A fine message , Fraulein! How good it is to know that, as you say, all our sins are at the bottom of the sea!”
And I, who had spoken so glibly of forgiveness, fumbled in my pocketbook rather than take that hand. He would not remember me, of course—how could he remember one prisoner among those thousands of women?
But I remembered him and the leather crop swinging from his belt. I was face-to-face with one of my captors and my blood seemed to freeze.
“You mentioned Ravensbruck in your talk,” he was saying. “I was a guard there,” No, he did not remember me.
“But since that time,” he went on, “I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fraulein – again the hand came out—“will you forgive me?”
And I stood there—I whose sins had again and again needed to be forgiven – and could not forgive. Betsie had died in that place--could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?
It could not have been many seconds that he stood there—hand held out—but to me it seemed hours as wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.
For I had to do it –I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. “If you do not forgive men their trespasses,” Jesus says, “neither will your Father in Heaven forgive your trespasses.”
I knew it not only has a commandment of God. But as a daily experience. Since the end of the war I had had a home in Holland for victims of Nazi brutality. Those who were able to forgive their former enemies were able also to return to the outside world and rebuild their lives, no matter what the physical scars. Those who nursed their bitterness remained invalids. It was as simple and horrible as that.
And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion—I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. Jesus, help me! I prayed silently. I can lift my hand. I can do that much. You supply the feeling.
And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, and incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm and sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.
“I forgive you, brother!” I cried. “With all my heart.”
For a long moment we grasped each other’s hands—the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God’s love so intensely as I did then. But even so, I realized it was not my love. I had tried, and did not have the power. It was the power of the Holy Spirit as recorded in Romans 5:5 “….because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us”

This story was sent to CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE CHRISTIAN SOUL by Corrie ten Boom

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Well the kids came for the day ....they are getting so cute and their sayings wow

The scrapbooking kit was made by Olivia or (I should say Mrs Miles

a very talented Sister in law)...the kit is up for sale at Sophia Shoppe

you will found it under Olivia Odorazio ..check out the store

(just click on the names and you are there)

Has you can see by this picture ..I found these stairs ..just there

where do they go????

Why the barrel inside the stairs ????

Where we are staying ..we get to watch the jockeys to trucks running the race horses getting them ready for the season..I am hoping to make it to the stables and get some up close shoots.

Our little Hannah and Abi ..want to feed the birds they spread bird seed all over ..and the geese seem to like it

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Well to day is a very special day .....our granddaughter's birthday
we love her dearly

It is also our future son-in-laws b-day to

We all enjoyed DJ's birthday dinner at his mom's (Ivy) in Barriere
Thanks Ivy was awesome
It was a busy weekend but a lot of fun dinner and then Sunday Abi's party
Here are some pictures of Abi's get together with Chris the Clown and her friends..

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Want to wish Tanya a
have a great day and make sure those boys spoil you rotten
Barb these are the flowers I picked up on the weekend ....
hope you like the layout I did for them ...

my SIL Barb had this scripture and it was so in line for me :

Resentment is racing your emotional motor...
it wastes valuable energy and gets you nowhere.
"See to it that no one misses the grace
of God and no bitter root grows up
to cause trouble and defile many."
Hebrews 12:15 NIV

I want to thank Shari for sharing this with me ...
she and others have been helping to face a few dark corners ...

John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and
always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side
of the situation.Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up
and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time.
How do you do it?" He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you
have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood......I choose to be in a good mood."Each time something bad happens,
I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation
is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it. Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was
released from the hospital with rods placed in his back. I saw him about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...wanna see my scars?". I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place."The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of
my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
He continued, "..the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors
and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action." "What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,"said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'"
Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

You have two choices now: