More Holiness Give Me: Khronicles of Kate

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

Kate's Mug Shot

Daddy caught her this time. It was on his watch as well so neither of them were very happy! It is always the same daughter's make up also! She doesn't hide it well enough!

Here are some more little beauties... We have like no markers in the house and yet she still manages to find one. I don't know what it is about coloring on her face that she finds so appealing. But she likes to do it I guess. She had colored in her nose and must have sucked on the marker as well. Funny little goober!

1 comment:

Susan said...: Mary McDowell said... it's Halloween, almost everyday for her:)

Linda Smith Jensen said... Maybe if you bought her some colorful looking lip gloss that really doesn't have much real color to it, who knows?

Mary McDowell said... they used to sell a big Barbie doll head you could apply makeup to, maybe get a strofoam head and let her go to town?!

Amy Kalakay Ward said.. The blue marker goes nicely with her shirt!

Nancy Chamberlain said... Oh my, She keeps you on your toes!

Susan Chamberlain Nielsen said... My mom bought her chapstick but she had it dug out within the hour...

Kim Heinke said... Budding artist, or make-up artist! wink emoticon

Corey Nielsen said... Kim - I don't like that she's a make-up artist.... She has years of future practice.

Susan Chamberlain Nielsen said... She is just starting early! She has goals!; April 17, 2016 at 3:32 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

More Holiness Give Me

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

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Hello, my old friend.

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