We are thankful for our little protector. Seventeen pounds of pure evil wrapped up in a cute orange package. That nasty fledgling robin that intruded on our property had no chance.
We found him in the backyard tormenting the thing, probably because it squeaked. It was too late to save it by the time we discovered them, but we made him stop carrying it around and made it as comfortable as we could. I must admit, there were a few tears. Listening to Mom and Dad calling for their baby and knowing nothing was going to help was more than a little heartbreaking.
While Zach buried the poor thing, I decided to continue the killing spree and destroy some of the ants that have been plaguing our pathway. Off in the yard, they're fine, but don't intrude on things for humans!
Then it dawned on me... Now every one of us is a killer. Except Charlie. Misty is a fine huntress, when we let her out at least. And Zach and I have destroyed more than a few pests in our time. I think Charlie's the only innocent among us. Poor thing doesn't know what a group of viscous murderers he has for company.
So anyway, Monty is no longer allowed outside without a chaperone, who grunts and groans and moans as he hefts his pure, clean self off the sofa into the heat, and we know that a kitten in the future is most probably not the best idea. We weren't thinking about it, but if ever we decide we want one...
I leave you with a Loony Tune. You can watch the whole thing, or you can skip to the last fifteen seconds to see our reaction to Monty when we first discovered his evil deed.
God bless and see you soon,
Joelle
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Sandy Cove
Those of you who are friends with me on facebook might have noticed I wasn't really around much last week. Every year since I was eight, my family and I have gone to a homeschool conference at Sandy Cove Ministries. Over the years, we've made many, many friends and have come to love the place almost like a second home. After sixteen years of being there, I've never figured out how to be on a computer and enjoy the amenities.
But I wasn't off facebook for that reason. I was avoiding because many of my friends didn't seem to have a problem doing both! You see, this year is the first year that we weren't able to go. I knew our decision to stay home was right, but I still couldn't help but feel sad whenever someone was talking about the good food, the dynamic lessons, the fun atmosphere, the amazing worship times. I didn't begrudge them their vacation. I know it's difficult to contain the pure joy that exudes from every pore of that place, but I was sad that I was stuck at home while they posted about it on facebook, so I avoided it.
It was childish and mopey of me and I made no points to try to justify my actions. I knew I was pouting and told just about everyone who asked that I was doing so. Everyone who knew basically did the "Aww, poor baby," pat the head stuff you do to a five year old who's dropped his ice cream in the dirt, which is probably more than I deserved.
Thursday night is a special banquet Sandy Cove runs just for adults. Zach and I discussed going, but the price of the dinner was more than we really thought worth it. To stay the week, it is beyond a fair price, and Sandy Cove often loses money, especially during the homeschool week, but the price for just the dinner was too high for our meager budget when we already had a couple things planned out for the week since we couldn't attend.
Dad came down on Wednesday to take us to a ball game after spending the day up there and said "We're working on getting you two tickets to the banquet. Would you still like to go?" Any trace of pride in taking charity was long since wiped from us when we moved in with my grandparents rent free last September. We didn't mind stowing away to spend a night with people we didn't think we were going to see at all.
We had a miraculous time. The food was wonderful, the view dazzling, and the people better still. The tenor of the night seemed to be, "It's so good to see you here. Next year make sure your dad comes all week." We know we rode in on his coattails, but we had such a good time we didn't mind.
We spent the evening eating, enjoying the water and sunset, and finished up our evening at The Galley, I mean, The Tenth Hole- a little snack shack that makes the best milkshakes. It wasn't a full week, but it was certainly a thrilling experience to be able to go at all. There is something special about that place. I hope you all have your own place like that.
But I wasn't off facebook for that reason. I was avoiding because many of my friends didn't seem to have a problem doing both! You see, this year is the first year that we weren't able to go. I knew our decision to stay home was right, but I still couldn't help but feel sad whenever someone was talking about the good food, the dynamic lessons, the fun atmosphere, the amazing worship times. I didn't begrudge them their vacation. I know it's difficult to contain the pure joy that exudes from every pore of that place, but I was sad that I was stuck at home while they posted about it on facebook, so I avoided it.
It was childish and mopey of me and I made no points to try to justify my actions. I knew I was pouting and told just about everyone who asked that I was doing so. Everyone who knew basically did the "Aww, poor baby," pat the head stuff you do to a five year old who's dropped his ice cream in the dirt, which is probably more than I deserved.
Thursday night is a special banquet Sandy Cove runs just for adults. Zach and I discussed going, but the price of the dinner was more than we really thought worth it. To stay the week, it is beyond a fair price, and Sandy Cove often loses money, especially during the homeschool week, but the price for just the dinner was too high for our meager budget when we already had a couple things planned out for the week since we couldn't attend.
Dad came down on Wednesday to take us to a ball game after spending the day up there and said "We're working on getting you two tickets to the banquet. Would you still like to go?" Any trace of pride in taking charity was long since wiped from us when we moved in with my grandparents rent free last September. We didn't mind stowing away to spend a night with people we didn't think we were going to see at all.
We had a miraculous time. The food was wonderful, the view dazzling, and the people better still. The tenor of the night seemed to be, "It's so good to see you here. Next year make sure your dad comes all week." We know we rode in on his coattails, but we had such a good time we didn't mind.
We spent the evening eating, enjoying the water and sunset, and finished up our evening at The Galley, I mean, The Tenth Hole- a little snack shack that makes the best milkshakes. It wasn't a full week, but it was certainly a thrilling experience to be able to go at all. There is something special about that place. I hope you all have your own place like that.
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