Gay people adopting

It has recently come to my attention that there are many Christians who are against gay marriage and gay people adopting children. I have been thinking this over for some time now and have decided my opinion on the matter. I do not agree with gay marriage. I think marriage is for a man and woman. And honestly that is just a biological reality. But I am not going to stop a gay couple from doing whatever it is they do. Even though I disagree with their marriage I would NEVER disagree with any honest couples pursuit of adoption. Many children need homes and families. If you want to tell me that gay people should not adopt that is fine but I will then expect you to step up and adopt. You can't say that a child should not have a home because the parents don't believe or live as you do! If it is truly bothering you then you should be adopting and encouraging other Christian families to adopt. There are approximately 143,000,000 orphans in the world and there are approximately 2,000,000,000 Christians in the world. If you are a Christian who believes in adoption those numbers should not make sense. There are far more Christians than orphans! Then why are there still orphans?! After all, Christians believe what the Bible says and the Bible says to care for the fatherless over and over again! Psalms ten eighteen is just one verse and it says: 
To do justice to the fatherless and the oppressed, That the man of the earth may oppress no more. 
But please do not mistake what I am saying. I am not saying that every person or even every Christian is supposed to adopt! We are called to take care of the orphans. God may call some people to take care of them in ways besides adoption! Maybe financially or just making friends with an orphan. But others can be called to adoption. And with 2 billion Christians every body should have their job.
Basically I am saying; Do not ask someone to step down from doing something good unless you are willing to step up and do that good thing yourself.
As a side note this should show that there is no clear answer to some problems. There are too many grey areas to try and box up a situation like this. Ahem. I will call it a story with far more than two sides.
And these are my thoughts! :)
The Thriving Cowgirl

Writing: Emma

I am starting a story. I don't know how it will end but this is how it is starting. It is still a rough draft. I just want to know if this is something you find intriguing. Something you would want to read the whole of. Here it is:
     It was cold and dark outside on this particular winter afternoon. The winds were sneaking under Emma’s scarf and blanket, chilling her to the bone, as she ran to the barn, blind with fear as to what she’d find. Just moments before her dash outside she had heard a scream coming from the barn. She got there and her dad was already there, standing stiff and pale looking into one of the horse stalls. Emma was afraid something had happened to one of the horses. Emma thought he looked like he had seen a ghost. She walked closer to him. Her fear quickly turned to worry when he waved her out of the way as she drew nearer. Neither he nor she had said a word but she knew she needed to stay away. She backed up not sure what to think. She could not gather her thoughts. She sat down. Her dad pulled out his cell phone and started to call 911. Emma’s fears soon turned from toughts of the well being of her horses to the well being of her family. She sat there against a stall door shaking. She soon realized the only one in the barn with her, as far as she knew, was her father. She jumped up and dashed out of the barn at back to the house. She ran upstairs to her sisters’ bed room. Little Grace was fast asleep in her bed. This gave Emma some relief. But then she realized she did not know where her mother was. She ran to her mother’s bed room down the hall. She looked in and no one was there. Her heart started racing. She ran to the bathroom and then back down stairs to the kitchen and the living room. Still nothing. She sat down on the middle of the living room floor and cried. Up until this moment she had kept her wits about her. Even though she did not know what had happened she knew it was bad. She heard the ambulance drive up now. She could not make herself move yet. She just waited and cried. The tears streamed down her face like they never had before. She thought about what she saw in the barn. She now understood her dads’ stiff look. It scared her. It scared her not knowing what was going on but venturing out and finding out the truth was too much for her to even think about at the moment, non the less attempt. As all these thoughts were running through her mind and the tears running down her cheek her dad ran in through the back door. He called for Emma franticly but softly, so as not to wake Grace. Emma tried to clear her throat as best as she could but her yes came out quiet and cracked. Her dad came into the living room helped Emma stand up and hugged her with a firm encouraging embrace. He turned her to face him and looked her in the eye and said. . .


Please get past the cliché introduction and tell me what you think about the rest.
The Thriving Cowgirl

Martha Stewart sisters

My two little sisters are really going all out this Christmas. I have spent a total of 21 hours helping Abbster make and package all her Christmas goodies for her friends and family. She picked everything out, even the recipes, but needed some help in the kitchen part. After all she is only 11. But she made all sorts of fancy stuff! All of her recipes were off the Pioneer Woman website. We use recipes off of there all the time! Yumm! Kay has decorated glass ornaments with rub on stickers. They are beautiful! And what did I do for my friends? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I am broke. So I got gifts for my family but that is it. Loser friend right?
Oh well.
My friends can just get over it!
To be clear I am quoting my friend Mad! lol!
I used her own words against her! haha!
And that is the end of my loser friendliness.

Hopefully.

The Thriving Cowgirl

Big E's acting skills - A star is born!

For those of you who don't know, Big E is my sixteen month old little brother. He thinks he is much older than he really is. His three siblings in between he and I, Mutt, Abbster, and Kay have a school play with their home school co-op. Big E has been at all the rehearsals and seems to have learned everyones parts. It is an American history play so when the American Indians do there part Big E makes the Indian noises with them. When the seen comes on where the Revolutionary war begins Big E walks out with a gun, fires it and then falls to the ground dead. When the Eskimo is jumping on the trampoline (we do not have enough people or a caribou hide to throw her up. so she jumps) Big E climbs on and tries to jump too. He is an amazing actor. I see a future star! But tomorrow when they do the play it is going to be very hard to keep him off the stage. He really thinks he is in the play. He walks around with a script. He might think he is the producer and he is not doing everyones parts for his own enjoyment but to show them how it is done right. That would explain why he will come out on stage and hands people the right hats and wigs he thinks they should wear. Just a theory! I could not, for the life of me, tell you what is going through that mischievous mind of his! :)
The Thriving Cowgirl

Radioactive Mother

My mother is no longer radioactive. Yes that may very well be an odd way to start a blog post but it is something my family is very grateful about. ;) She went to have a stress test done on Monday and they inject a radioactive dye so they could watch her heart. The only problem was she could not touch anyone, especially the little ones, until it had gone away. Twenty-four hours! She could not hold the baby! It was really sad. :( But we poked fun at her anyway! :) Aren't we just the sweetest kids! Chernobyl woman is what we called her. :) It was a very fitting nickname! And really, how often do you get to call someone Chernobyl woman? I just could not pass up that opportunity. So that is why my mother was, but is no longer, radioactive.
The Thriving Cowgirl

Christmas Shopping and such!

Today a few friends and I went to the mall together. Oh how I loath the mall on weekends! But It was for a friend's birthday and I really did have a blast! But had they not been there it would have been just as bad as sticking hot pokers in my eye! We did all sorts of fun things!

We tried on the ugliest outfits we could find. I just hope the pictures of them do not end up on facebook! They were all awful. Let me give you a description of just one of them. Camo leggings-jean-sweat pants things, paired with a red satin like halter top with a plastic gold chain tying it in the back, and of course it had to have a neon purple hello kitty sweat shirt. Scary!!!! 

Then we shopped around for prom dresses, and accessories. 

We spent a bunch of time in William Sonoma drooling over the cooking and baking items. 

WARNING to all future shoppers at William Sonoma. If you buy something from there please wash it before using it to cook. 

We may have drooled on it.

It that strange to say?

Anyway the mall was packed with people! There were people everywhere! What on earth were they thinking going to the mall on the weekend in December! Don't they know there will be a million people doing their Christmas shopping? Oh! If Only I knew what was going through their minds!

And now that I think about it! The nerve of them to even be at the mall on my friends birthday weekend! Who do they think they are anyway! What is America coming to?

I gave my friend the Pioneer Woman cookbook! And after looking through it I will soon be emailing her for recipes. I thought about keeping it and for her birthday present I would allow her to look at it! But after some weighing the situation I decided she was worth it. She could have to cookbook! hehe! Just kidding of course! :)

She is a good friend. I will probably blog about her more so I will have to giver her a blog name. Big E. . . no the baby already took that one. hmmm. My dearest H. I think that is fitting. So Tuesday is My Dearest H's official birthday! Happy Birthday to My Dearest H!

We also went to Starbucks. And I have noticed I am quite the coffee addict. I have a problem. Once I realized I was saving my money for a frothing machine to make lattes I knew I had a problem. And what am I going to do about this problem you ask?

FEED IT!

What else?

I want to get this coffee recipe book! Then I could make all sorts of new and exciting coffee drinks! Coffee is a wonderful thing! You can do anything with it! It is so versatile! You can do so much to it! And it will keep ya goin'! What more could you ask of a drink. Okay my expansive blogging about coffee has come to an end.
For now.


In fact I think my blogging is done for now. I will try to write more soon!
The Thriving Cowgirl

Call of Duty

I know there are plenty of people that will disagree with me on this but it needs to be said. Video games about war are the most disrespectful thing on the face of this earth. Since Call of Duty has become big I have been pondering this matter. Any game that makes war look easy or fun is just plain disrespectful. The slogan is "There is a soldier in all of us." ??? I am having trouble understanding this. Soldiers are brave, courages men and women who risk their lives daily so we will have our freedom and be safe! When you play the video game you are sitting on the couch with a controller in your hand. I guess it is easy to be a soldier when there is no bravery involved. I think these games are a disgrace to the real Military men and women. Actually, maybe it is not so much the games. I can tolerate the games themselves. I don't agree with them but I would not make a blog post about them. It is the slogan that kills me! I regress, sitting on the couch does not make you a soldier. Period.

The Thriving Cowgirl