More Holiness Give Me: Picture overload. Sorry. Bad camera still. Sorry.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Picture overload. Sorry. Bad camera still. Sorry.

Summer has slowed down my blogging! So I am playing a bit of catch up. Almost our whole family is sick today. Justine was supposed to give a talk at church but had to miss. Bo gave Kate's "talk". She hasn't felt well for three weeks. The Dr. says it is just a cold. Sad little thing. Her voice is all squeaky and cute. Our van is still struggling to stay alive. We never know when it is going to quit. We borrowed my dad's truck for a whole week. That was great fun. We got the van back from the shop (again) and it died (again).

Oh well, right? It is what it is.

Nathan has the sweetest little seventh grade teacher ever. She always goes above and beyond. Each year the class does a play. Shakespeare none the less. The dialog is a great challenge. The kids put so much personality into it. It was a joy to watch. Nathan's character was Philostrate. He did most excellent!

The class all works together on the props and costumes and choreography. So cute.

Nathan in brown coat

Nathan was so amused by the play he was smiling during some of the scenes. I thought it was so cute.

The cast!

Corey enjoyed the play as well. Don't worry. He woke up for Nathan's lines.

2 comments:

Susan said...: Mary said...The play looks like it was great..next time have Corey drink a lg. Dew beforehand!

Suzanne said...Hmm... why does that last picture (of Corey) NOT surprise me? LOL!! What a fun play for Nathan! It's always a good sign when they smile during the performance. =)

Megan said...I would have loved to see that play! Nathan is getting so grown up - he's a cutie :)

Kim said...Um, I see the dad behind Corey is also sleeping. Too funny!
The play looks cool.

Susan said...I know! hilarious!

Nancy said...Sorry we missed it!

Tiffany said...I always love when you add so many pictures:) Hope you all get better.; September 9, 2012 at 9:06 PM
Anonymous said...: I LOVE your blogs! (I wonder what George Washington would imagine if he read this declaration) Someimes I feel sad when I think that I no longer have a reason to run into you and Deann Munns and Nancy Bennett and so many great people who love in Iona! Maybe someday we will buy that darling red and white victorian house behing the park and live happily ever after... but I would really miss my neighbors and friends here in Ucon. So I will just keep enjoying your Blog. (It really is a funny word)
Sally L; November 30, 2012 at 10:02 AM

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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-

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Sunday, June 10, 2012

Picture overload. Sorry. Bad camera still. Sorry.

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