Tuesday, April 28, 2009
YAY SUN!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Great day / Theory of a six-year-old
Thursday, April 23, 2009
thinking outloud....
Thursday, April 16, 2009
My new mantra....
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
wow'd...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Go fly a kite! OK
This morning we hopped out of bed and headed to Loveless. Love the biscuits! When we got home, Nathan wanted to fly his kite. We had a little wind, but, sadly, it died down too quickly and we had to put the kite away. Well, this afternoon there is a front blowing and so the wind is up! We got the kite back out and had a great time.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Getting busy and excited...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
A little off topic
Friday, March 13, 2009
when you know it's time....
Thursday, March 12, 2009
2 post in one day....
why?
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Let me try again...
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
UGGGG!!!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
She was right. Again.
Tonight I decided I would just make it on the stove top like we used to do, but Tra brought down the hammer and told me I would make her quite unhappy if I woke the kids with all the noise made by sliding a nice quality, heavy duty pot across the little metal things that sit over the gas flame. Oh, I'm sure they have a name, but I can't think of it right now.
Here is where the different ideas came into play. Tra said something like, "You know you don't need 'microwave popcorn' to make popcorn in the microwave, right?" Well, as I am sure you all know, that is just crazy talk. I mean, how could big companies make millions of dollars off of microwave popcorn if there wasn't some special sort of pixie dust in that bag? After much discussion and doubting, she proceeded to find it on the Internet. Well, there you have it. It is on the Internet so it must be true. Finally, I give in. I take a paper bag, smear one of the inside walls with butter, add the kernels, and add some salt. Four minutes later we had wonderfully smelling, wonderfully tasting popcorn.
When will I learn?
Tim
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Boys will be Men
Associated Press
The coach never considered any other option.
Johntel Franklin scored 10 points in the game following the loss of his mother. |
Only this time it was different.
"You realize you're going to miss them, don't you?" Rohlman said.
Darius McNeal nodded his head. He understood what had to be done.
It was a Saturday night in February, and the Barbs were playing a non-conference game on the road against Milwaukee Madison. It was the third meeting between the two schools, who were developing a friendly rivalry that spanned two states.
The teams planned to get together after the game and share some pizzas and soda. But the game itself almost never took place.
Hours earlier, the mother of Milwaukee Madison senior captain Johntel Franklin died at a local hospital. Carlitha Franklin had been in remission after a five-year fight with cervical cancer, but she began to hemorrhage that morning while Johntel was taking his college ACT exam.
Her son and several of his teammates were at the hospital late that afternoon when the decision was made to turn off the life-support system. Carlitha Franklin was just 39.
"She was young and they were real close," said Milwaukee coach Aaron Womack Jr., who was at the hospital. "He was very distraught and it happened so suddenly he didn't have time to grieve."
Womack was going to cancel the game, but Franklin told him he wanted the team to play. And play they did, even though the game started late and Milwaukee Madison dressed only eight players.
Early in the second quarter, Womack saw someone out of the corner of his eye. It was Franklin, who came there directly from the hospital to root his teammates on.
The Knights had possession, so Womack called a time out. His players went over and hugged their grieving teammate. Fans came out of the stands to do the same.
"We got back to playing the game and I asked if he wanted to come and sit on the bench," Womack said during a telephone interview.
"No," Franklin replied. "I want to play."
There was just one problem. Since Franklin wasn't on the pre-game roster, putting him in meant drawing a technical foul that would give DeKalb two free throws.
Though it was a tight game, Womack was willing to give up the two points. It was more important to help his senior guard and co-captain deal with his grief by playing.
Over on the other bench, though, Rohlman wasn't so willing to take them. He told the referees to forget the technical and just let Franklin play.
"I could hear them arguing for five to seven minutes, saying, `We're not taking it, we're not taking it," Womack said. "The refs told them, no, that's the rule. You have to take them."
That's when Rohlman asked for volunteers, and McNeal's hand went up.
He went alone to the free throw line, dribbled the ball a couple of times, and looked at the rim.
His first attempt went about two feet, bouncing a couple of times as it rolled toward the end line. The second barely left his hand.
It didn't take long for the Milwaukee players to figure out what was going on.
They stood and turned toward the DeKalb bench and started applauding the gesture of sportsmanship. Soon, so did everybody in the stands.
"I did it for the guy who lost his mom," McNeal told the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. "It was the right thing to do."
Franklin stopped by briefly, thankful that his team was there for him.
"I got kind of emotional but it helped a lot just to play," he said. "I felt like I had a lot of support out there."
Carlitha Franklin's funeral was last Friday, and the school turned out for her and her son. Cheerleaders came in uniform, and everyone from the principal and teachers to Johntel's classmates were there.
"Even the cooks from school showed up," Womack said. "It lets you know what kind of kid he is."
Basketball is a second sport for the 18-year-old Franklin, who says he has had some scholarship nibbles and plans to play football in college. He just has a few games left for the Knights, who are 6-11 and got beat 71-36 Tuesday night by Milwaukee Hamilton.
It hasn't been the greatest season for the team, but they have stuck together through a lot of adversity.
"We maybe don't have the best basketball players in the world but they go to class and take care of business," Womack said. "We have a losing record but there's life lessons going on, good ones."
None so good, though, as the moment a team and a player decided there were more important things than winning and having good stats.
Yes, DeKalb would go home with a loss. But it was a trip they'll never forget.
"This is something our kids will hold for a lifetime," Rohlman said. "They may not remember our record 20 years from now, but they'll remember what happened in that gym that night."
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I want the T-shirt...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I've tried everything
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Click...
Monday, February 2, 2009
I lost...
Friday, January 30, 2009
Weekend Fun...
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Pardon our dust
The new picture at the top of the blog is one I took while we were in Guatemala on our first trip to visit Joseph (Yes, I originally had Nathan as the one being visited. Don't judge me.) The mountain had been under a cloud most of the time we were there. Then, there was one lovely moment, and the sun was shining perfectly and the top of the mountain was in view. It was beautiful.
There will be more changes to come.
Tim
It's a miracle!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sam and Esther
I will warn you, this is not easy to watch. You will ache. I pray that the aching moves us to action. Please pray. Pray that we can come together as a people and STOP this from happening. I am only one person, I cannot do much. What I can do, I will do. I can gather people to form MANY, and DO something. PLEASE visit www.sandamianofoundation.org after watching this video. Help me come up with ways to raise money, awareness, and bring help to these people. Thank you God for helping Sam, Esther and Jane.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Yup, Gups
Nathan: "Mom, am I allergic to fish?"
Tra: "No."
Nathan: "Is Aunt Kim allergic to fish?"
Tra: "No."
Nathan: "Well, Mom, I want a fish."
So, at the dinner table one night, Nathan presented me with the pet solution. Fish. It works for everyone. He was pleasantly surprised and shocked by my immediate agreement to this new aquatic adventure. Nathan wanted one goldfish. I did not want a goldfish.
See, we have had a fish before. It was a goldfish named Dora or Dollie or Dottie or something like that. For those of you who don't know, goldfish are nasty little creatures. They are the aquatic equivalent to a garbage truck in use for the past 43 years that has never been cleaned, upgraded, or loved. Stinky. They burp and poop at a remarkable rate. I think I once saw it sit back and scratch itself like a slob on an old couch. I had to clean the tank about every 34 1/2 minutes.
Sadly, well not so much sadly as joyously, Ditto met her maker on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Nathan didn't seem to notice. She was there and then she wasn't. The tank was dirty and then it was clean. I am glad he didn't see her floating in the tank. From what I remember, Nathan never said anything about her abrupt departure from his room. I kept the food, the water conditioner and the tank for months; just in case he wanted a replacement. About six months to a year later, I gave the tank away and Tra threw out the food and other supplies.
Saturday we had the joy of buying all of those supplies again. This time we went for the five gallon tank. We picked out a little plant, some gravel, and other decoration. Then, we headed for the fish! We looked at goldfish - keep moving people! We looked at Mollies and Platies and Tetras and Cichlas and Guppies. Nathan wanted one fish. Then, two. Then, three.
The nice lady at Petsmart told us the rule-of-thumb is one inch of fish per gallon of water. So, in our case, we could have five one inch fish or one five inch fish or a couple of two inchers. You get the idea. We decided to go for the one inch size.
Me (fish tank under arm): "Could you help us pick out some fish?"
Nice Petsmart Lady: "Sure. Is this for that fish tank?"
Me: "It is."
NPsL: "Oh. Well you need to first condition the water and let it sit for 24 hours before getting any fish. This is always tough for the kids."
Me: "OK." - in my head, "Crap."
Today Nathan and I went back and picked out four nice little Guppies. Two males and two females. Flippy (the orange one), Rainy (the rainbow one), Sunshine (the yellow one) and Dot (the silver one with the orange tail with black spots). They are all currently swimming happily in the tank in Nathan's room. Guppies are cleaner, smaller and more active than goldfish.
RIP Darlene or Dorothy or Danielle or Dancy or whatever your name was. Ya dirty girl.