Thursday, June 25, 2009

Boy Scout Camp

It started off great. The boys were really excited about going. All packed up and ready to leave on their week long adventure of Boy Scout Camp. For Dylan this is old school but for Jared and Jacob this is going to be a new adventure. This is their First year at Boy Scout Camp so lets be on our way

See they are all smiles and ready to GO!


The drive was about an Hour and twenty minutes not to bad. Finding the camp site that was another story. I got lost driving on those dirt paths to site #23. Cell Phones didn't work out here either so I couldn't call for help. I drove into several different camp sites asking how to get there. Finally we were made it.

Dylan was all smiles as he had his same tent buddy Jacob Brewer he has had for the past three years. Lets go back to Dylan's first Boy Scout camp. He was miserable and HATED IT! He called several times wanting to come home. I thought this was weird since he loved Camp Winona. When I got to family night it was terrible as Dylan whined, cried and begged to go home. MOM was mean as he had to stay. Since then he has started to enjoy it. This year he earned all of his badges he took classes for from camp. Dylan had a great week. Thank You Lord, at least there was one!

Now here is were the problems start. Jacob and Jared do not like to share anything together. Now they are assigned to be tent buddies. Jared is the first to start being very vocal about this. It escalates from there during the week. Now I left them at camp for the week. Not knowing if I could make the family night since I work late.


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I didn't make it to family night and lets just say Dylan was fine but Jared and Jacob had a few rough patches during the week. It started the first night. They kept everyone up. I don't know exactly what they were doing but it was talking,yelling, fighting, etc. I still haven't got the clear picture of that night yet. Now there is Jared mad because he doesn't have a fan and can't sleep in the activity center but Dylan gets to. So he slams or throws his cot in his tent not sure how that went down. They were both not listening and being very disrespectful to the leaders an others in their troop. Lets just say it was a disaster first year at Boy Scout camp. I was very embarrassed,disappointed and mad to hear of everything that went on at camp. I would have sent them home if I were their leaders. Now this summer is going to be a big learning experience for them to understand several things. Respect, Authority, Listening skills, when to speak and not to speak (Jacob has a habit of thinking he knows everything!), Caring about someone else besides themselves, Consequences for your actions and how they effect others not just yourself. My kids aren't perfect and I don't expect them to be but I do expect them to use their manners. This past week they must have forgot themselves and about MOM. I hope next week at camp Winona will be better. They have been there for the past three years without any problems and I hope that continues. I hate putting bad post on here but I was told I only post the good things and I should post good and bad. So here it is.

PS. I want to apologize to the Leaders, their troop and everyone who was at the camp with the boys.

Saturday, June 20, 2009


Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
Don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
And get the world infected.

Don't you have a similar experience before? Where you saw a stranger having a happy smile on her face and before you knew it, you were grinning for no apparent reason too. Then someone saw your grin, and he smiled too. You probably felt a little silly for smiling without any reason at first, but when your smile brought a smile to someone's face, you knew that it cost nothing to brighten up someone's day. May you freely give away your beautiful, happy smiles!

Saturday, June 13, 2009



The Pledge of Allegiance
The Pledge of Allegiance was written in August 1892 by the socialist minister Francis Bellamy (1855-1931). It was originally published in The Youth's Companion on September 8, 1892. Bellamy had hoped that the pledge would be used by citizens in any country.

In its original form it read:

"I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
In 1923, the words, "the Flag of the United States of America" were added. At this time it read:

"I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
In 1954, in response to the Communist threat of the times, President Eisenhower encouraged Congress to add the words "under God," creating the 31-word pledge we say today. Bellamy's daughter objected to this alteration. Today it reads:

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
Section 4 of the Flag Code states:

The Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag: "I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.", should be rendered by standing at attention facing the flag with the right hand over the heart. When not in uniform men should remove any non-religious headdress with their right hand and hold it at the left shoulder, the hand being over the heart. Persons in uniform should remain silent, face the flag, and render the military salute."

Thursday, June 11, 2009


I receievd this in an email and wanted to share it with everyone. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and since I am emotional YES, I CRIED.

Great story - worth your time - worth every American's time It's hard to believe that most of the WWII Vets. I know are only 3 or 4 years older than we are.

Six Boys And Thirteen Hands...

Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.

On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial. This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.

The original picture that the monument was created from.

Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and headed towards the memorial I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'

I told him that we were from Wisconsin . 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too! Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'

(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington, DC, to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments filled with history in Washington , DC , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)

When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are his words that night.)

'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin . My dad is on that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers' which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the story of the six boys you see behind me.

'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player.. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game. A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a game. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in Iwo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old - and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.

(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire. If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima .. Boys. Not old men.

'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike Strank. Mike is my hero He was the hero of all these guys. They called him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers..'

Arizona . Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima ... He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and only 27 of us walked off alive?'

So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive. That was Ira Hayes He had images of horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32 (ten years after this picture was taken).

'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from Hilltop, Kentucky .. A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70, told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down. Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19. When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.

'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John Bradley, from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until 1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell

'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero.. Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument. My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died. And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.

'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad was a hero. When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back... Did NOT come back'

'So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima , and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end here.. Thank you for your time.'

Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a flag sticking out of the top It came to life before our eyes with the heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.

We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice

Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.

Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world...

STOP and thank God for being alive and being free at someone else's sacrifice.

God Bless You and God Bless America ...

REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day...

One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in DC that is not mentioned here is . .. that if you look at the statue very closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.

A Great story - worth your time - worth every American's time

Friday, June 5, 2009


Yesterday was Dylan's last day of Middle School. Sometimes I can't even believe he made it through. Dylan is a very good test taker but HE doesn't like to study, do classwork, turn in work even if he has it done, homework but loves to socialize. He gets mad at me because he thinks I want him to be perfect in school. He just doesn't see I just want him to do his best and doing nothing is not your best. Well my baby is on his way to HIGH SCHOOL! Going to hang with the BIG KIDS. This really scares me to death. He has started going through puberty in the past couple of months. Sprouting up at every turn, putting on weight, filling out, getting hair in places he has been praying for years he didn't want any of it (HAIR) at all (LOL), acne on his face (but hates to be told to keep his hands off or go wash your face, attitude and the dreaded GIRL factor. It seems like yesterday my little Turtle(his nickname) was just crawling around and jumping out of his crib. He was walking at 8 1/2 months and hasn't stopped for a moment since. I am very excited for him, all the new adventures he will be experiencing but very scared for me having to deal with all those new hormones he and his brothers will be developing. Before I know it they will all be grown up and I will be very lonely. I keep trying to convince them to stop growing up and stay a kid but they are not listening to me like LIKE ALWAYS! Isn't he getting to be a handsome fella. Dylan is a lot like his mom. Cares about everyone and isn't afraid of showing his emotions. I just love the sensitivity he shows towards everything.

The Turtle is trying to stay in his shell and not get up.

The Worm is trying to stay in his spot and not stir around

My bumblebee is not buzzing anywhere. He is trying to sleep in>

As you can see they are all trying to sleep in, hoping that I will let them sleep and not have to go to school. This is funny to me since NOT one of them has ever slept in a day in their lives until now. The longest I have ever experienced my kids sleep in is 6:30am/7:00am. A normal day is 5:30 in the morning for these fellas. Now all of a sudden it is I want to sleep in they all have been trying to convince me all week that I should let them sleep in and skip school. RIGHT like that is going to happen. They better be ready to go get a shot from the doctor or dieing before I let them stay home.

My other problem this morning was trying to get a good picture of all of them to send to their Grandma Evans. This is what they gave me. Dylan loves his picture taken but the other two hate it.

I just love their silliness they seem to have all the time but I would love to get the perfect serious picture sometimes. Have a great SUMMER!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Last Saturday evening my old Ward had a Luau. We were fashionably late(45 minutes) since I have to work every Saturday and Jacob wasn't feeling good. He had a cough for a couple of days, we just thought it was taking a tole on him. He really wanted to go so we went under the condition that if we thought he needed to he would go lay down. So we weren't there very long because he just became very HOT and couldn't stop coughing. The food was great and the entertainment (What I was able to see of it) was great. I was able to take some video of the Hawaiian Dancers before I left. Here is a sample of the dancing. I want to Thank everyone at the Ward for sharing the Luau with us and everything all of you guys did to put it together. It turned out wonderful! I wish everyone could have been there to enjoy in the food, activities and entertainment.