March 14, 2011

Untitled Poem by Jacob Avendano

By Jacob Avendano

Untitled

Lost in the moment that killed Father Time
Became the high-school dropout's cop-out line.

Up on the stand he heard his end near
Sentenced to death, proclaimed with no fear.

As he turns his tattooed covered head
His face turns gray with a slip of red.

He looks at the people who have surrendered him to fate
And silently asks them to review his case.

A life without love, a house not a home
Was the thing that had turned his heart into stone.

Calloused, bruised, not having a weakness
Always taught him that cold nights should be sleepless.

To die would be gain for those who hated
To live would be hardship to he who waited.

Life has no meaning with one who is doomed
Who has given up hope and become mentally entombed.

To one who has a life such as this
Void of sense and meaningful purpose.

To live again, in a life without pain
One must give up the fight and follow the slain.

For the Christian with his hope on Golgotha's hill
Is something that man tried, but could never kill.

To die with the hope of Christ in your chest
Would not be dying but simply entering eternal rest.

Ski Trip

Skiing always sounds like a good idea till the alarm clock goes off at the unreasonable hour of 5 a.m. Who in their right mind would want to pay alot of money to stand on top a freezing mountain, when I would rather get a blanket and go sit by the fire? These were some of the "nice" thoughts that passed through my mind as my boys and I loaded the van up with snowboards, skis, and plenty of food. We had only just left our home development when Sammy, who had been determined to wear regular pants and then change at the mountain, realized that he had forgotten his snow pants at home. Thankfully, Jacob did his usual, " What did everyone forget today?". Sammy has him to thank.

The weather report showed signs of a strong wind picking up on the mountain, but at least while we were skiing, it was blue sky and sunny, and only started looking bad at the end of the day. By that time I was done skiing anyway.

All in all, it was a very fun day and I'm reminded of our ski trip every time I walk. Hopefully by next week, the reminding soreness will have diminished. ;)

Memories Past

I was sorting through pictures on my computer this morning and found these; of course as a mother they put a smile on my face and then soon after a few tears in my eyes....Oh my how the time has gone by so swiftly....Thank you Jesus for my lovely family.

Bread Machine Hamburger Buns

Tonight just felt like hamburger night so....I got out my recipe and went to work. Now let me say for the first part of this recipe, you put it in the bread maker, the second part you bake in your oven. Really there is no work to these.... very simple. Once you start making your own rolls you will never want the store bought.

Bread Machine Hamburger Rolls

1 c. warm water (110 degrees)
2 Tablespoons butter
¼ c. powdered milk
1 teaspoon salt
3 c. bread flour
3 Tablespoons white sugar
1 Tablespoon yeast

Place all ingredients in order listed. Set on dough cycle press start.

Remove risen dough from machine, punch down and turn out on a lightly floured surface. Divide dough in to 8 equal parts. Form into rounds lightly flatten to fit hamburger meat shape.

Place onto greased cookie sheet. Cover buns and let rise for 1 hour or until doubled in volume.

Preheat oven to 350

Bake for 12-15 min. or until buns are golden brown. When done take out and lightly spread butter on tops.

****Cut with an electric knife if the rolls are warm, otherwise a regular knife will smash the rolls.

Jaocb's 2nd Birthday Party

Grandma was willing to lend us her house for both party's. Thank you ~ OK party time is now officially over... :)

Sammy Avendano and Sam Rhoades

The Food ~

Jacob make a wish :)

Jacob Avendano, Cousin Sam Rhoades and Cousin Beth Rhoades

The First Party

Jacob ended up with two parties this Birthday but I guess that's what happens when you turn the BIG 18. Love you Jacob!!

Grandma serving food and Luke Wooten

Jacob's Birthday Breakfast

For Birthdays we always serve breakfast in bed, well Jacob decided its to hard to eat food in bed so...he had breakfast served in the living room. The dog continued to bug him for a bite without any satisfaction....Happy 18th Birthday we love you Jacob!!