Steak and The Blind Side

Our family tradition for the last 12 New Year’s Eves has been to go to dinner and a movie. We started it when Jonathan was about 5 (and I was really pregnant with Josh) as a family friendly way for us to spend the evening together. Each of us takes a turn picking the restaurant and the movie.

This year it was my turn to pick. While a nice juicy rib eye and baked potato from Outback would’ve been my first choice for dinner, I decided to opt for an eatery that would please my finicky sons. So we ate at the Olive Garden – thus allowing me to enjoy the meal with a little less whining. A win for everyone.

My choice for the movie was The Blind Side (watch the trailer here) and to my pleasant suprise, there was almost no resistance. While I am pretty certain all 3 of them would liked to have seen Sherlock Holmes instead, they respected my choice. 

This movie is based on the book  The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game by Michael Lewis and it tells the true story of Michael Oher and the Tuohy family (below, in real life).

I was really not sure what to expect. Having heard that the Tuohy’s were a strong Christian family, I was nervous about how that would be portrayed through Hollywood’s eyes.  Were we going to see a cheesy, narrow-minded stereotype… again? Well, without giving too much away, there is a little of that from Leigh Anne Tuohy’s lunch companions but she puts them into their places.

That scene also offers one of my favorite lines that really sums things up well. One of Leigh Anne’s friends comments on how the Tuohy’s “…are changing that boy’s life.” She replies, “No, he’s changing mine.”

 

It was one of the best true-story movies I have seen in a long time and I HIGHLY recommend it.

 

Harold B. Estes

A letter from an American not afriad to speak his mind. I like it.

To: President Barack Obama, Rep. F. Allen Boyd, Sen. Bill Nelson, Sen. George LeMieux

November 20, 2009

Dear President Obama,
My name is Harold Estes, approaching 95 on December 13 of this year. People meeting me for the first time don’t believe my age because I remain wrinkle free and pretty much mentally alert.
I enlisted in the U.S. Navy in 1934 and served proudly before, during and after WW II retiring as a Master Chief Bos’n Mate. Now I live in a “rest home” located on the western end of Pearl Harbor allowing me to keep alive the memories of 23 years of service to my country.
One of the benefits of my age, perhaps the only one, is to speak my mind, blunt and direct even to the head man. So here goes.
I am amazed, angry and determined not to see my country die before I do but you seem hell bent not to grant me that wish. I can’t figure out what country you are the president of. You fly around the world telling our friends and enemies despicable lies like: “We’re no longer a Christian nation,” “America is arrogant” – (Your wife even announced to the world, “America is mean-spirited.” Please tell her to try preaching that nonsense to 23 generations of our war dead buried all over the globe who died for no other reason than to free a whole lot of strangers from tyranny and hopelessness.)
I’d say shame on the both of you but I don’t think you like America nor do I see an ounce of gratefulness in anything you do for the obvious gifts this country has given you. To be without shame or gratefulness is a dangerous thing for a man sitting in the White House.
After 9/11 you said,” America hasn’t lived up to her ideals.” Which ones did you mean? Was it the notion of personal liberty that 11,000 farmers and shopkeepers died for to win independence from the British? Or maybe the ideal that no man should be a slave to another man that 500,000 men died for in the Civil War? I hope you didn’t mean the ideal 470,000 fathers, brothers, husbands, and a lot of fellas I knew personally died for in WWII, because we felt real strongly about not letting any nation push us around because we stand for freedom.
I don’t think you mean the ideal that says equality is better than discrimination. You know the one that a whole lot of white people understood when they helped to get you elected.
Take a little advice from a very old geezer, young man. Shape up and start acting like an American. If you don’t, I’ll do what I can to see you get shipped out of that fancy rental on Pennsylvania Avenue .You were elected to lead not to bow, apologize and kiss the hands of murderers and corrupt leaders who still treat their people like slaves.
And just who do you think you are telling the American people not to jump to conclusions and condemn that Muslim major who killed 13 of his fellow soldiers and wounded dozens more. You mean you don’t want us to do what you did when that white cop used force to subdue that black college professor in Massachusetts who was putting up a fight? You don’t mind offending the police calling them stupid but you don’t want us to offend Muslim fanatics by calling them what they are, terrorists.
One more thing. I realize you never served in the military and never had to defend your country with your life but you’re the Commander-in-Chief now, son. Do your job. When your battle-hardened field General asks you for 40,000 more troops to complete the mission, give them to him. But if you’re not in this fight to win, then get out. The life of one American soldier is not worth the best political strategy you’re thinking of.
You could be our greatest president because you face the greatest challenge ever presented to any president. You’re not going to restore American greatness by bringing back our bloated economy. That’s not our greatest threat. Losing the heart and soul of who we are as Americans is our big fight now. And I sure as hell don’t want to think my president is the enemy in this final battle.

Sincerely,
Harold B. Estes
McAlpin, FL

 

Sweet old story

There once was a man named George Thomas, a pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Several eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak…

“I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, ‘What you got there son?’ “Just some old birds,” came the reply. What are you gonna do with them?” I asked. “Take ‘em home and have fun with ‘em,” he answered. “I’m gonna tease’em and pull out their feathers to make ‘em fight. I’m gonna have a real good time.”

“But you’ll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?” “Oh, I got some cats,” said the little boy. “They like birds. I’ll take’em to them.” The pastor was silent for a moment. “How much do you want for those birds, son?” “Huh?? !!! Why, you don’t want them birds, mister. They’re just plain old field birds. They don’t sing – they ain’t even pretty!” “How much?” the pastor asked again. The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, “$10?” The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy’s hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.

Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story……

One day Satan and God were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. “Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn’t resist. Got ‘em all!”

“What are you going to do with them?” God asked.

Satan replied, “Oh, I’m gonna have fun! I’m gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I’m gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I’m really gonna have fun!”

“And what will you do when you get done with them?” God asked.

“Oh, I’ll kill ‘em,” Satan glared proudly.

“How much do you want for them?” God asked.

“Oh, you don’t want those people. They ain’t no good. Why, you’ll take

them and they’ll just hate you. They’ll spit on you, curse you and kill you!! You don’t want those people!!”

“How much?” He asked again. Satan looked at God and sneered, “All your tears, and all your blood.”

God said, “DONE!” Then He paid the price.

The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.

 

Good for a small chuckle…

 1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer email history when you die.

2. Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to take a nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this — ever. Probably shouldn’t buy it.

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dangit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know NOT to answer when they call.

18. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the heck do I respond to that?

Feel free to add your own by leaving a comment…

 

Irena Sendler

I got this in an email today. Checked it out on truthorfiction.com It’s true.

 
IRENA SENDLER
There recently was a death of a 98 year-old lady named Irena. During WWII Irena got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ‘ulterior motive.’
She KNEW what the Nazi’s plans were for the Jews, (being German). Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, for larger kids.
She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi’s broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize … She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming. The prize doesn’t always go to the most deserving.
OK, maybe she did not win, but I’ll BET she got a really nice seat in HEAVEN!
Let us never forget!

It has now been more than 60 years since the Second World War in Europe ended. This info is being shared in memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10  million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests  who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned,  starved and humiliated with the German and Russian Peoples looking the other way!
Now, more than ever, with Iraq, Iran, and others, claiming the Holocaust to be ‘a myth,’ it’s imperative to make sure the world never forgets, because there are others who would like to do it again.

 

 

Never on Sunday

I saw this story on Matt Doan’s blog and liked it so much I swiped it…

Check it out: Never on Sunday

 

Crocodile Dock, Day 2

If you are in 6th grade at Calvary’s VBS that means Tuesday is water day at Cabrillo Park. Look at this cutie… and more from today’s festivities http://calvarylife.zenfolio.com/vbs09-day2

 

VBS ‘09 Day 1

Check out the happenings from the swamp: http://calvarylife.org/vbs/about/photos.html

 

just real quick…

 

I would like to get back to blogging, especially about the Calvary Israel trip, but this is all I have the time/energy for at the moment. This is our entire group, including tour guide Ariel down front, taken on the Mount of Olives with the Old City in the background. If you look real close you might see my heart, I left it right there on the Southern Steps…

 

Primacy Beach

Another really meaningful place for me on our Israel Tour was the Primacy. Actually, before we arrived I had no idea what significance the place had – I had never heard of it.
You might be familiar with the passage - John 21. It is after Jesus is resurrected and He appears to the disciples and makes them breakfast. This is believed to be the rock on which Jesus served that breakfast.

Church of the Primacy

Just like most places in the Holy Land a church was built upon it – which for me takes away a little bit of the authenticity.

inside the Church of the Primacy

Nevertheless, standing on the shore of the Sea of Galilee hearing about how Jesus commisioned Peter after his denial was amazing.

Sea of Galilee at Primacy Beach

Peter’s life was changed forever once he finally realized who Jesus was. This was the moment of Peter’s true conversion. I have read this passage countless times without much thought. Standing here it was like I was hearing it for the first time. I was touched deep down in my soul.

Rock of the Primacy

“He said to him the third time, “Simon, son of John, do you love Me?” Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, “Do you love Me?” And he said to Him, “Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You ” Jesus said to him, “Tend My sheep.”   John 21:17

I will never read this passage the same way again.