April Showers bring... babies???

Seems like everyone we know is having babies... in fact ours is due within the next month.

We've got everything set, and now we wait...

Tiny, but enormous reasons why this election, and every election matters.

Watch this video to the very end, then try and tell me that a "fetus" isn't a person. Tell me that the faces of those children should not have seen the light of their birth-day. Tell me that God doesn't weep for the souls crying out from their mother's wombs.

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Vote for pro-life candidates. Because it matters.

Quick Trip

Everybody needs to get away sometimes, so we took a quick mini-vacation to the Badlands and the Black Hills in South Dakota. It was perfectly beautiful fall weather for us each day, sunny and in the mid to lower 70s.

The Beginning Farmer shows up in the most awkward of places

Props to my little bro who came out of the bathroom at The Machine Shed restaurant and said, "You'll never guess what I saw in the men's bathroom!" I said we probably didn't want to talk about it over dinner, but he insisted, and this is what we saw posted over the urinal:



That's right, Ethan's blog is posted over the urinal in the men's bathroom. Now that's classy. (For those interested, they did not post it in the ladies room - sorry E, no love from the ladies.)

Ethan Book & Shawn Johnson

My cousins are as famous as Shawn Johnson -- er sort of! They appeared together in the headlines of the Des Moines Register today, but to tell you the truth - I'm more proud of Ethan and Becca. They are going after their dreams and giving their children a peaceful and healthy lifestyle, to which I say huzzah! Read all about it at the Register's website.

My wife works for a real hero

I found this article online today. It is an account from John McCain of his capture and torture while being held as a POW in Vietnam that he gave when he got back to the US, originally printed in May of 1973. This is the story the American people need to hear about John McCain – from his own mouth, decades before he had political ambitions. I excerpted some of the more interesting pieces, but linked the full article from US News & World Report. I hope you’ll take the time to read the full article – it is absolutely fascinating, and the man is too humble to bring it up himself for political gain. Enjoy the read.

~Tim

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This story originally appeared in the May 14, 1973, issue of U.S.News & World Report. It was posted online on January 28, 2008.

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The date was Oct. 26, 1967. I was on my 23rd mission, flying right over the heart of Hanoi in a dive at about 4,500 feet, when a Russian missile the size of a telephone pole came up—the sky was full of them—and blew the right wing off my Skyhawk dive bomber. It went into an inverted, almost straight-down spin.

I pulled the ejection handle, and was knocked unconscious by the force of the ejection—the air speed was about 500 knots. I didn't realize it at the moment, but I had broken my right leg around the knee, my right arm in three places, and my left arm. I regained consciousness just before I landed by parachute in a lake right in the corner of Hanoi, one they called the Western Lake. My helmet and my oxygen mask had been blown off.

I hit the water and sank to the bottom. I think the lake is about 15 feet deep, maybe 20. I kicked off the bottom. I did not feel any pain at the time, and was able to rise to the surface. I took a breath of air and started sinking again. Of course, I was wearing 50 pounds, at least, of equipment and gear. I went down and managed to kick up to the surface once more. I couldn't understand why I couldn't use my right leg or my arm. I was in a dazed condition. I went up to the top again and sank back down. This time I couldn't get back to the surface. I was wearing an inflatable life-preserver-type thing that looked like water wings. I reached down with my mouth and got the toggle between my teeth and inflated the preserver and finally floated to the top.

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It's vital to keep your mind occupied, and we all worked on that. Some guys were interested in mathematics, so they worked out complex formulas in their heads—we were never allowed to have writing materials. Others would build a whole house, from basement on up. I have more of a philosophical bent. I had read a lot of history. I spent days on end going back over those history books in my mind, figuring out where this country or that country went wrong, what the U. S. should do in the area of foreign affairs. I thought a lot about the meaning of life.

It was easy to lapse into fantasies. I used to write books and plays in my mind, but I doubt that any of them would have been above the level of the cheapest dime novel.

People have asked me how we could remember detailed things like the tap code, numbers, names, all sorts of things. The fact is, when you don't have anything else to think about, no outside distractions, it's easy. Since I've been back, it's very hard for me to remember simple things, like the name of someone I've just met.

During one period while I was in solitary, I memorized the names of all 335 of the men who were then prisoners of war in North Vietnam. I can still remember them.

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I was finding that prayer helped. It wasn't a question of asking for superhuman strength or for God to strike the North Vietnamese dead. It was asking for moral and physical courage, for guidance and wisdom to do the right thing. I asked for comfort when I was in pain, and sometimes I received relief. I was sustained in many times of trial.

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One time, they wanted me to write a message to my fellow prisoners at Christmas. I wrote down:

"To my friends in the camp who I have not been allowed to see or speak to, I hope that your families are well and happy, and I hope that you will be able to write and receive letters in accordance with the Geneva Convention of 1949 which has not been allowed to you by our captors. And may God bless you."

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In March of 1971 the senior officers decided that we would have a showdown over church. This was an important issue for us. It also was a good one to fight them on. We went ahead and held church. The men that were conducting the service were taken out of the room immediately. We began to sing hymns in loud voices and "The Star-Spangled Banner."

The "gooks" thought it was a riot situation. They brought in the ropes and were practicing judo holds and that kind of stuff. After about a week or two they started taking the senior officers out of our room and putting them over in another building.

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My own plans for the future are to remain in the Navy, if I am able to return to flying status. That depends upon whether the corrective surgery on my arms and my leg is successful. If I have to leave the Navy, I hope to serve the Government in some capacity, preferably in Foreign Service for the State Department.

I had a lot of time to think over there, and came to the conclusion that one of the most important things in life—along with a man's family—is to make some contribution to his country.

35 Years - from KFC to the Brown Bottle

This Memorial Day weekend was quite a whirlwind - unfortunately for many, a real whirlwind. The system that dropped the tornado on Parkersburg and New Hartford yesterday went three miles north of my parent's homestead farm. Everyone (hooray!) was home for the weekend for my parents' 35th wedding anniversary, which was today. However, we were in Cedar Falls at the time watching the new Indiana Jones movie (spoiler alert - skip the next line if you haven't seen the movie). Just about the time when the alien ship started sucking everything up in its' whirlwind, a tornado was traveling north of Cedar Falls. The only thing we knew was that the lights in the theater flickered a couple of times. When we came out after the movie, we heard the full story from the outside world.

Natural disasters aside, my favorite story from the weekend was one that my dad told after the movie, when we were out to dinner at the Brown Bottle for their anniversary. Exactly thirty-five years before on that night, my parents had their rehearsal dinner - KFC chicken served by my dad's cousins out at his parents' farm! Hey, he said, KFC was pretty classy back then. Riiiiight. :)

But all joking aside, it was great to have everyone home for the weekend. Here's to thirty-five more years of wedded bliss for my parents! Congratulations, mom and dad!