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The Great Debate

An eggcellent eggzample of the art & skill of a great debate

A professional “debate” has rules. It is NOT like a bar fight, it more like a court room. There is a subject, representatives of ideas and moderator. The moderator asks a question and chooses a debate participant to respond. The respondent has a set amount of time to present his/her position on the subject, addressing the moderator &/or audience. Then the opponent is given time for rebuttal. Sometimes, the original respondent may be granted time for a short rebuttal of his/her respondent’s answer, particularly if a new subject was brought up in the context of the rebuttal. Traditionally, opponents DO NOT address nor interrupt one another. It would be rude and shameful conduct and considered “a low blow” thus weakening any argument in the eyes of the audience.
Example: Imagine you are debating “Are Eggs Healthy for you?” Your position is “yes”. Your opponent’s position is “no”. You MUST try to “win” this debate by following the rules of debate. You never “win” a debate by proving your point, you “win” by presenting the information and gaining majority audience approval. So in this example, the Moderator starts off by asking you “According the official dietary guidelines, eating eggs contributes to heart disease and obesity. Why then, do you believe that people should still eat eggs?” You then have 2 minutes to respond. (Your opponent may be taking notes for his/her rebuttal – but must not interrupt). There are many debate tactics you could use, but for example’s sake you address the following: (1) people from all cultures from all over the world have eaten eggs since the dawn of time and it has never been shown to be harmful in any other time or place in history…. (2) The human brain is made of fat, in particular cholesterol (3) official dietary guidelines were issued relatively recently in the history of mankind (the 1970’s) and since then to the present, heart disease and obesity rates have skyrocketed from relatively rare diseases, reserved mainly for the elderly or vulnerable, to our nation’s top causes of death and chronic illness, striking people as young as their 30’s and 40’s. [A timer indicates your time is over, and the moderator may or may not allow you to finish your breath if you don’t wrap it up in the allotted time.) Then your opponent gets a chance to offer a rebuttal. He might say something like, “We learned long ago that, according to established scientific studies completed, there IS a correlation…. ” When his time ends, you may offer a short rebuttal and that will end the round of that particular question. In your brief rebuttal, you might say “The studies my opponent cites were done by the same researchers who were called out by other scientists as having omitted data and cherry-picked information that skewed the conclusions. Furthermore those studies were funded in part by the sugar industry, who had financial interests in replacing eggs with sugary cereals and such studies could not be replicated by independent researchers. A current scientific consensus does not exists. Some studies shows a possible correlation but certainly not causation. Other studies actually indicate that eggs help prevent heart attack. stroke, obesity, and cancer and certainty do not cause the epidemic of these modern-day lifestyle diseases.” Ding. your turn ends and the Moderator asks your opponent a question and follows the same format.
The purpose of debate is exchanging information and trying to convince a majority to believe the way you believe or at least consider a different stance on whatever the topic may be. In a civil debate, you greet your opponent at the beginning with a smile and you shake hands, not fists, at the end. In between, you attack ideas – NEVER a person presenting ideas. THAT is both the art & skill of “the great debate”.

(October 2, 2020 –  Twins & Asher age 6 years old & capable of civil argument better than presidential candidates; Mica age 12 & an eggztraordinary student of life; Hope 11 & Rain 3 never out of prayers; Ez Happy 2nd birthday & a new one on the way? The answer is within the Starz.)

Double Talk Quote: “No debate: that was a bar-fight!” ~ SuperMommy in the continual quest to clarify to little ones living in LocoLand how ‘It’s not supposed to be this way.’ (9/30/2020 2:08 AM unable to sleep and regrettably fell for Main-Stream-Media political clickbait #YouTubeRegrets)

Bible Verse: “If a kingdom is divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.” Mark 3:24

Term that has Lost its meaning: civil

Relatable Lyrics: Forget Elephants and Donkeys! Remember Heffalumps and Woozles? (“Winnie The Pooh & The Blustery Day”)

“…they’re in. they’re out, they’re all about! They’re far, they’re near, they’re gone, they’re here, they’re quick and slick & insincere BEWARE!!! … If [M]oney’s what you covert, you’ll find that: they love it – because they guzzle up the things you prize!”

No Elephants v. Donkeys! It’s Heffalumps & Woozles and We’re supposed to fall for this… (again)? Living in “Winnie The Pooh & The Blustery Day” dream.

Five Under Five

Los Tornados 2

Los Tornados – Leti’s three


It was January 2011.  It had literally been days since my father passed away when I learned that my sister-in-law, Leti, had been assaulted by her significant other, again.  Amor made the four hour trip to pick her and her three children (ages 4, 2, and 8 months) up.  The trip back to our home was much longer, as there was a throw up incident on the way, (which ruined the portable DVD player).  Mica was 2 at the time and I was used to caring for her and Hope, who was 1.  I was pretty used to keeping things like toys organized, categorized, and rotated.  But with the addition of three toddler/preschoolers (who only spoke and understood Spanish) all that went to Hades in a hand basket.

Los Tornados 3

Mica & Hope

It was freezing outside so we were cooped up most days with five kids under the age of five inside our small, three bedroom home.  For the first few weeks, Leti spent time cooking and hanging around the house, catching up with her sister (my other sister-in-law), Tia.  All the while, the kids ran wild.  It was a madhouse and I was certainly not used to that kind of chaos.  With Mica and Hope, I had a relaxed routine, which involved eating meals at regular times, scheduled activities, and playtime – my biggest rule being:  put one set of toys away before bringing out a new set.

But these new kids had absolutely no concept of that rule.  And all kind of “Travesuras” (or mischief) ensued.  Destruction was everywhere.  They would pull toys and clothes out of drawers or off shelves and throw them everywhere, without even looking at them!  The walls were colored on, play dough was smushed into the carpet, crumbs on the floor, poop all over the place, nick-knacks broken, stuffed animals’ heads ripped clean off, even electronics destroyed (you wouldn’t believe the toys I found stuffed in the VCR).  I learned that keeping scissors in the van for emergencies was a bad idea too, when one of the seat belts was cut right in half! Leti’s idea of cleaning was foreign to me as well.  I would sometimes come out in the mornings to find the house looking so neat and clean, only to find that everything had been thrown in one big box.  All the puzzle pieces were mixed in together, along with blocks, socks, and rocks.  It’s funny that with all that destruction, my biggest pet peeve was the brand new markers Mica had gotten for Christmas that were thrown in the mix, with the lids off them, all dried out and useless. Leti, herself, nicknamed the brood “Los Tornados.”

Leti eventually found a job for a while, which left me the primary caretaker of the babes.  It took all my imagination to keep them entertained and from going stir-crazy in that house mid-winter.  I turned the living room into a gymnastic play area, with places for them to jump, roll, and tumble.  I turned my bedroom into a dance zone, with disco lights and high-energy Veggie Tales music.  Mica’s room was toy city.  The kitchen table became an arts and craft zone.

I ended up having so much fun with those little ones.  I fell in love with them.  Any time they started to drive me a little crazy, I just looked at the magazine cut-out I had stuck on the wall after one of our craft projects that said, “Jesus Loves the Little Children.”  It was amazing to me that I was able to handle that, even though they only stayed with us for a few months.  I guess God was preparing my heart for what was to come, and at the same time offering a beautiful distraction from the devastation of daddy’s death.

I never imagined that I would one day have my own little brood of “Earthquakers,” but now that I do, I feel blessed beyond belief, regardless of any “travesuras” they come up with.  As always I pray for blessing, protection, and salvation for each of those little ones.  I love you all so much and you’ll be in my heart forever.

Los Tornados 1Los Tornados 7 - Belle, Stephani, EdwinLos Tornados 9 - Edwin dylanLos Tornados 12 - mica grace

Double Talk Quote:  “¿Quieres jugar conmigo?” – Mica, who at the time had not been formally taught Spanish, but picked it up from her cousins.

Verse: Matthew 19:14:  Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”

Term that had lost its meaning: organized

Relatable Lyrics:  Veggie Tales: “My Day

“In my bed I start to pray
And tell God all about my day…I had some trouble sharing toys
And during rest time, made some noise
The walls are not for coloring….In my bed so quietly
I rest in knowing
God loves me”

Mom on a Mission

2015-07-13 earthquakers mica and twins

“So what do you feel is your purpose in life?” ask my small group leader. I was timid to answer. It was March, 2011 and this was one of the first groups I’d ever had and I didn’t feel very comfortable opening up.

Unsure of how I might be perceived and feeling a bit embarrassed to be unemployed, I answered, “Right now, I feel like my main mission is to raise this little one up right.”  I felt the anointing.  Mica was not quite 3 years old.  I had no idea if I had plans for more children of my own in the future.

Just the year before I had obtained teaching qualifications in my state to become an ESOL instructor (teaching English) .  I had also applied for over 30 other jobs, all of which I was qualified.  I have two degrees, but have never officially worked in a paid position within the fields of my studies.  Bipolar disorder had interrupted my life significantly, leaving holes in my work history that made it hard for me to explain away on a resume.  With the disease under control in 2010, I had determined to become gainfully employed.

But then Christmas happened.  My father overdosed and died.

I tried keep it together, for Mica’s sake.  My in-laws also had some issues around this time, and my sister-in-law and her 3 kids moved in with us within weeks of his passing.

I had stopped looking for a job.  My grief was often left unsatisfied, postponed, and unattended, as children filled my room, life and heart.  They were a handful but a beautiful distraction from the open wound my dad’s passing had created.  My sister, who had been planning her wedding for a year would be walking down the isle with our mom by her side later that very month.

A lot of destabilization and disaster followed.  A lot of turmoil, a lot of tests, all leading to testimonies.

Little did I know, as I answered that question, that motherhood, not a traditional career, was and would become even more, my main mission.  If I never see anything, despite all my efforts, to change this world, to make it a better place, to bring people to God, I know I have made a difference.  Because I am raising a future generation, instilling values that are time-tested and true.  I am making Christ-followers right here in my own home.  I am bringing up little earth-quakers.  They are my legacy.

(July 21, 2015 – Twins 12 months, Mica 7, Hope 6)

Double Talk Quote: “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world” – June Cleaver

Word that has Lost its meaning:  lost

Relatable Lyrics:  Stuck In A Moment by U2

Bible Verse: Romans 12:12

Romans 12-12


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Hope & Mica

Hope & Mica





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