HIV orphans - let's abolish the stigma

I could not have said this better myself, and I am so glad my friend Emily wrote this! I don't believe the attached comments on her post that attack agencies who have not yet decided to help families adopt hiv positive children is the best approach to create change. I do truly hope the agencies who refuse families that want to adopt these precious kids will take time to educate themselves and change their policies.
http://brehane.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-come-on.html

Christmas 2006

Sarah has spent much of the morning upside down on her new "toy" and David is feeling sick. I will be kind and not post the pre and post hacking up a lung photos.

We didn't make it out of town to visit my parents for the big dinner, so we had baked potatos. My neighbors tease me about feeding my family nothing but starch. I should use the grill, I guess. Or, I could learn to cook . . . .

As you can see, Zion was a bit overwhelmed by all the unwrapping, toys, and perhaps the raw dough thing I tried to bake. It was a combination of crescent rolls, brown sugar, cinnamin, vanilla pudding and butter. I liked it, but I also like raw cookie dough. David had a few bites and went back to bed.


These cool book gifts are from our friend Aaron. Check out his web site at www. prettypenny productions.
com

Boom !!! Blowing up a Watermelon Danger Fun . . .

This video is typical Glenn. Not that anything is typical about my oldest younger brother. He can sell Rubbermaid containers to a tupperware hostess. He bikes, too, and has since we were kids. Not mountain biking or something normal for people our age, but trick biking. He also enjoys anything with pyro, shooting deer with paint guns, and refinishing every house they've ever lived in so he can turn a 200% profit on them when the sell. He is blessed with an incredibly talented wife who homeschools their two great girls WHILE keeping their home perfectly decorated and neat. Their biggest problem is that they live in the cold, white NORTH and we never see them.

And then Dad lost his shirt

This was our last trip up to see Glenn. Note that my father has already been robbed of his shirt by the card sharks at the table. I am not among them - I just am pretending to be a serious contender. Actually, my husband hates it when I play because he says he can't use strategy with someone who plays a hand solely based on the most aesthetic ordering of red and black.

Colorado

I just lost everything I wrote. Maybe I will try again soon.

More on trees

Zion is really enjoying all the Christmas trees. In our neighborhood, everyone puts a tree with white lights and a red bow in front of their houses. It is beautiful when you drive through each night. This is our house and unkept yard. We like lights, so they stay up all year in the window.