The Great American Time Machine

Check us out! For Christmas I gave Maceos a "Psychedelic" Dying kit. Since we are not pro hippie, he was a bit hesitant to take on this venture ... lol. I promised him that dying cloth and wearing it did not officiate him into hippie-hood; so thus he was willing to give it a try. It proved to be lots a fun and we were very colorfully successful on our first try. However, it must be stated for the record that next go around both boys intend to dye black "targets" on their shirts as a show of "anti-hippiedom."

For my part, I believe I had a "flashback" in time. Happy Dying!

Merry Cheer

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

It truly is the most wonderful time. A time when we can take a backward look and think about the most wonderful gift that was ever given. A life for our eternal lives. What a gift, to sacrifice the Son to redeem "whosoever will." I think God got the "short end" of the stick on that one. Not many will enter in through the narrow way, many will deny him; yet He was still willing. To redeem you, to redeem me! No greater gift of pure and truthful love can I imagine.
I am not so sure that I would be willing to lay my life down for a brother, only God knows my heart! But my foolish flesh would think it twice, I'm willing to attest.

Our Christmas Eve was spent making new memories and keeping an old tradition. I didn't take pictures of that day; I know why ... I was in pj's the whole day ... lol.

My Beloved is half a world away but this did not keep my son from requesting that old traditions be kept up.

"Mom," he said to me late one evening; "what traditions did you grow up with around the Christmas Holyday?"

"Well," I replied, "it usually entailed all the aunts sitting around the table slapping tamales together while catching up. It was always a memorable time filled with laughter and lots of good Mexican food. All while the kids ran circles around the house. Presents were opened (or should have been) at midnight; but in all honesty we could never wait and by 10:15 the tree was bare!"

So without much thought or hesitation he interjects and states "so let's keep the tradition going!"

Saturday evening finds me driving all around town trying to gather all the needed ingredients for the said "tamales."

I am happy to report that on Christmas eve approximately 10 and a half hours later our first batch of about 6 dozen tamales was successfully completed! And I am glad to report that they were worth all the effort, trials and tribulations I had to go through to make this tradition a reality for my boys.

My oldest son would like this to be a part of our little families traditions. He has also asked me to be ready to teach him yet again next year. He plans to be a "bigger help," than he was this year. He also anticipates getting it down so that he may teach his future wife to follow in a very old "family tradition."

P.s. After about 6 tamales a piece we plop down in the living room to sing Christmas Hymns. We also drove the neighborhood around 10:30 that night admiring all the beautiful lights. We managed to hold out till about 11ish before opening our little gifts ...

My Beloved Writes

moses_742000 (12/22/2007 9:02:49 AM): Our Lord and Savoir has truly Blessed us.I look at all those pics you have posted for everyone to see, I think of just how lucky I am to be Blessed with a true woman as yourself. I hope people see these pics and can know just how Our Savoir has Blessed us. Keep Strong my Love, for it is times like these that their is only one set of foot steps that carry us, Our Lord will watch over us.Thank you for all the trouble you went through to load my notebook with the KJV cds. Please let Pastor know I miss him and the funny times we've had. Also tell Mr. Sugar I say hello. Hope he's recovering fast.