Dance Class

Well as most of you know Roz is in dance class. This year tap and jazz. She enjoys it a lot. About twice a year; we as parents are able to go into the dance studio to watch there growth. We also get to see some of there dance that they will be performing at their recital. The dance school that we send Roz to believe that the kids will do better if the parents are not watching all the time. It's a turn from any other kind of sport. Where the parents can sit on the sidelines at practices. Yelling at the kids that they are not paying attention or trying hard enough. I do find it more relaxing and I'm sure Rozalynn does too. These are some pictures that I took tonight. Roz is the girl in the pink. Not the greatest pics, but I took them from my phone.

Kids

How come when you have small kids the house never seems to stay clean? What's up with that. I feel sometimes that all we do is clean the house. Then when you done cleaning; all of a sudden out the corner of your eye you see a hand from under the couch. Darn dolls, or a sock here and a sock there. It can drive you mad. No wonder when I do laundry I can't match up all the socks. They have legs, and they walk off, and go hide. Because no one knows how they got under the sit cushions do they!
Okay I'm done venting!

Well I haven't been up too much. Just working. yeh! Trianing a new guy at work. Keanul has joined wrestling. He seems to enjoy it. It's his first year; he thought he'd give it a go. He has been coming home from practice pretty pooped. I just hope he keeps his grades up.

I hope everyone had a great holiday season! Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile. Been busy working. Need to make up for the Christmas season. It's funny you work hard for the Christmas season and than work even harder after.

Well, one of my Christmas present that I got was Deanna Favre's book. It's a great read. There is a poem that I would like to share. It was written by Carol Wimmer.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!"
I'm whispering, "I got lost!
That's why I chose this way."

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak with human pride,
I'm confessing that I stumble--
needing God to be my guide.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong,
I'm professing that I'm weak
and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success,
I'm admitting that I've failed
and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't think I know it all,
I submit to my confusion,
asking humbly to be taught.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are far too visible,
but God believes I'm worth it.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain,
I have my share of heartache,
which is why I seek His name.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority --
I only know I'm loved.