tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39310119452952759772024-02-18T21:52:32.985-06:00Reflecting on the MomentWaiting is not just the thing we have to do until we get what we hope for. Waiting is part of the process of becoming what we hope for. --Ben PattersonRhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.comBlogger642125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-28864053098857473012018-12-28T20:56:00.001-06:002018-12-28T21:20:30.795-06:00The "I Failed to do Christmas Cards" Consolation PostI'm thinking December 28 might be a bit late to try to make Christmas cards happen.<br />
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My great intentions this year got swallowed up by broken bones, doctor appointments, sickness, more doctor appointments, and four nights a week of basketball for the past month. </div>
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So in lieu of a card and/or a letter, here I am resurrecting my very old blog site to document our Top 10 Memorable Moments of 2018. Considering my dear hubby and I are both still in the same jobs (for 20+ years) and haven't changed much this year, most of these revolve around the kids (shocker, I know).<br />
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<b>Top 10 Memories of 2018 - The Year of Trips and Health Issues</b></div>
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<b>1. State Basketball</b></div>
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Early 2018 brought a freshman basketball season to remember for our (then) 15 year old. In spite of many team injuries, this group battled hard and ended up 2nd place in State. So many memories from this season...tournament titles, friendships formed, injuries overcome, a four-day state basketball trip, and making school history!</div>
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<b>2. Ski Trip</b></div>
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We headed to the slopes for Spring Break. Or, I should say, my guys all headed to the slopes, and I was knocked down and out by altitude sickness. Never have I been so happy to descend back down to normal elevation.</div>
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<b>3. Track Season</b></div>
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Track season was a first for Z last spring. He really isn't a runner, and he really doesn't love it. But, hey, some of his friends were doing it, and it's a great way to stay in shape for his first love -- basketball. All went well until his first track meet, where his allergies hit in full force and turned asthmatic in rapid fashion. We were reintroduced to the world of doctor appointments, inhalers, and allergy meds (it had been a solid 2-3 years without allergy issues). We were blessed by track moms who happen to be nurses and great coaches who would always watch out for him.</div>
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In spite of it all, the 4x800 relay team needed a 4th guy, so he <strike>happily</strike> <strike>willingly</strike> reluctantly became an 800m runner. :) The team happened to grab some medals during the season and also qualified for State. It was a great memory-maker to participate in such a massive track meet. Of course, Kansas had to go all bi-polar on us and bless us with 98 degree weather for them to run in at State! </div>
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My youngest went to a new (to him) camp this summer and LOVED it. When I picked him up, he had lost his contacts, his glasses were broken, and he had two different shoes on his feet. On the bright side, he was actually wearing different clothes than what I dropped him off in six days earlier.</div>
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My oldest jumped on a bus with over 40 others from church and traveled to Knoxville, TN for CHIC (Covenant High in Christ). They arrived safely, but an hour after the event started, his good friend slipped on a slide, knocked out three teeth, landed in the ER, and had to head back home to Kansas the following morning. This was a huge bummer for their group, but he did still enjoy the trip and is looking forward to going back. Favorites from the trip: Main Stage with great speakers, For King and Country, and winning a 3-on-3 basketball tournament.</div>
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<b>5. Illinois</b></div>
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We made two quick trips to Illinois this year. One just to see family for a few days and the other for a wedding just a few weeks ago. We love our Illinois crew!</div>
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Whether it's 70 degrees or 100 degrees, this kiddo suits up in full gear to go hiking at Horse Thief Canyon at Kanopolis Lake. The goal: to come home with some type of lizard, centipede, scorpion, or something equally as creepy. The goal was met often, and he is still the proud owner of two scorpions. The verdict is still out on the centipede pictured above -- it escaped in the house about 4 weeks ago and has yet to be found.</div>
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While he'd rather be hiking and capturing critters, the youngest played soccer again this year. He's small, but still manages to get around on the field (sometimes rolling on the ground more than running...). </div>
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Turning 16 was memorable...but not in the way we like it to be! His birthday brought many hours of a 104 fever and an eventual pneumonia diagnosis. The timing was rough, as he was in the final weeks of preparing to run sound for the high school musical and was conditioning for the start of basketball season. The effects are still lingering, but each week is better than the week before. </div>
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Second basketball game of the season....and out. Passing the ball can, in fact, be hazardous to your health. The break went down to the growth plate, so off we went to an orthopedic doctor. Thankfully, no surgery, and he will be back at it when games start back up in January!</div>
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From each of us to each of you, we hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and we wish you a very Happy New Year. May the amazing gift of Jesus be our focus not just during the Christmas season, but all year long!</div>
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Left Brain. That's me.<br />
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In case that picture isn't readable, let me summarize: likes a plan; rational; likes details; focuses on words, symbols, and numbers; rule-follower; keeps track of time; enjoys observing; analytical<br />
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Right Brain. That's my 10 year old.<br />
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Summary: Creative; sensory; difficulty with time; led by feelings; focuses on "whole", not details; risk taker; plan as you go; likes options<br />
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He's always building, always creating....always making a <strike>mess</strike> new invention. As I type, I hear pounding, cutting, and taping in the other room. His imagination amazes me, and I try to focus on the greatness of this rather than the stuff that is everywhere. Really, I do.<br />
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But it doesn't always come naturally. My left-brainness often gets in the way. This morning I heard phrase after phrase shoot out of my mouth. Here are the top ten I find myself most frequently saying these days:<br />
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1. No, you cannot light that on fire.<br />
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2. Is that thing alive?<br />
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3. You may not bring that into the house.<br />
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4. I SAID, "No snakes in the house!".<br />
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5. Has dad already said no to that question?<br />
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6. What are you doing with the matches?<br />
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7. I don't think your spiders will eat that.<br />
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8. You may.not.use.ANY.MORE.TAPE.<br />
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9. No science experiments on the carpet.<br />
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10. What do you need that knife for?<br />
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It's a constant balance of trying to figure out how to encourage his natural gifts while still teaching some responsibility. Sometimes it's also a balance of figuring out how to hang onto some sanity.<br />
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In case there is concern about the over-abundance of negative remarks in that list, rest assured that I have gotten very good at rephrasing things. Often my answers sound more like, "You should build a cool habitat for that thing thing outside."...."What an interesting creature. Is it still alive?"..."Grab your tablet and Google what you should feed the spiders."...and my favorite - "You need to wait for dad to get home before you light that on fire."<br />
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But snakes? Nope. No way. That one is still always, "I said, 'NO SNAKES IN THE HOUSE!'".<br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-13120875110662092182015-12-24T09:14:00.001-06:002015-12-24T09:20:40.461-06:00Ten Years2015 has been a year of remembering.<br />
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Remembering...<br />
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10 years ago March, getting the good news that we were expecting. After so many issues with infertility, we felt certain this time would be different.<br />
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10 years ago April, seeing the results of the sonogram that told us we would be enduring miscarriage #7.<br />
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10 years ago August, when we started praying about adoption.<br />
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10 years ago November, when we submitted our adoption profile.<br />
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10 years today, at this very moment, when we got the phone call telling us that we had been chosen. That a birth mother had selected us to adopt her baby. That this young women had asked the lawyer to call us on Christmas Eve so it would be a Christmas surprise for us.<br />
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10 years ago today when we spoke to her for the first time. We knew very little about her other than her name and where she lived. We would come to know more, but what do you say to the woman who is choosing for her baby to become your baby?<br />
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It's one of the most amazing acts of sacrificial love on this earth. I don't know how she did it, but we will be forever grateful. Thankful. Honored. Blessed.<br />
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Love comes in all different forms. We love our spouses differently than we love our kids. We love our friends differently than we love our parents. There is a special kind of love for birth mothers as well. We don't know her well, but we love her for the gift she chose to give.<br />
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While not exactly the same, it reminds me of the gift Christ gave to us, starting in a manger and continuing to the cross. Selfless. Sacrificial. Amazing. Loving.<br />
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May your joy this season come from the the gifts that cannot be found under the tree, the gifts of family, of friends, and of Christ's love for you. <br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-32446429262198536712015-12-23T16:38:00.001-06:002015-12-23T16:42:52.806-06:00MERRY CHRISTMAS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love getting Christmas cards and letters in the mail. While social media is a fun way to stay connected with friends, I still love snail mail in the form of family pictures and annual updates about what is going on in friends' lives. Typically, I would jump in on the Christmas card bandwagon, but last year and this year I have failed miserably at making this happen. Instead, we'll use a fallback virtual version:<br />
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Here's what the Christmas letter would have said (mostly)...<br />
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It's that time again to look back and take a glimpse of the year that is quickly coming to a close. I would say that the year has flown by (which it has), and that life has continued to be crazy busy (which it has), but that seems to be how I begin every Christmas letter ever written. Maybe some day the intro will go something like this..."What an amazing year! This has been the most relaxing and kick back year we have ever experienced..."<br />
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The eldest child is in 7th grade this year. Sports have continued to take a high priority in his world. He played summer league basketball and MAYB in June, soccer in the fall, and is now back on the court for a new basketball season at school. Science and math continue to be his favorite subjects of study, but truth be told, he'd just rather hang out with his friends, camp at the lake, or play sports or video games. What teenager wouldn't? New events for him this year included starting junior high, hitting the big 1-3, and learning how to water ski.<br />
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and all things gross have continued to take a high priority in his world. His mama struggles with this, although he has yet to suffer from a spider or snake bite, or need to be taken to the ER (now it is 99% sure to happen in the next three months). He also plays baseball and basketball, loves to sing and create things, and is a fish when it comes to swimming and tubing. Science and history are his favorite topics to study...once we can actually drag him out of bed and get him to school. He would function much better on a 10:00 am - 4:00 pm schedule. :)<br />
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The dear husband continues to be an engineer from 6:00 am 3:00 pm, a junior high basketball coach (and their bus driver) from 3:30-5:15 pm, and a 3rd/4th grade basketball coach from 7:30-8:30 pm. Thankfully that one is only one night a week and on weekends. It sounds crazy, but it is seasonal, so things will return to normal in March. In his spare time, he still serves on the local Fire/EMS crews.<br />
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My roles continue on as always - wife, mom, and school administrator; however, I did elect to stick with the "interim" part of last year's title and step back into an administrative role that requires a bit less time and responsibility. I am blessed to work at the same school where my kids attend, and I am surrounded daily with amazing colleagues and students.<br />
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Highlights of our year included summer vacation to Tennessee and Florida, a trip to Illinois, summer weddings of former students, a visit from my brother over Thanksgiving, and a recent wedding celebration of friends.<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"> </span><br />
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Many days I struggle with how much to allow my boys to play video games. They love tablets, the Xbox, and time on the computer. They would play all day every day if no one ever told them to stop.</div>
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Yesterday morning, the youngest had a <strike>bit of an attitude</strike> <strike>crying fit</strike> major meltdown over something ridiculous. As a consequence, he lost his tech time for the day. This is typically the thing that hits home the hardest with him, but he frequently surprises me at how well he handles it.</div>
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He built forts.</div>
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And I quote, "Sometimes when you are a sniper, you have to lay really still and have a lot of patience in order to get the bad guy."<br />
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That lasted for all of four seconds because laying really still would actually require patience. He decided it would be more exciting to shoot - with nerf bullets and a homemade shooter (see it hiding in the blankets?) - anything and everything just for the fun of it. If his brother walked into the room, that was just a bonus.<br />
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He had so much fun. So much fun, in fact, I am positive he learned nothing from his consequence.<br />
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I learned something, though. Forts and trip lines equal mess and clutter at every turn. BIG messes and lots of clutter.<br />
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Late in the evening, another discipline situation began to occur in which my dear husband threatened to take all his technology away for another day.<br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-71543926372147831932015-12-20T16:31:00.000-06:002015-12-20T21:57:53.887-06:00Top Ten - Wedding StyleThis poor little blog has been severely neglected for the past six months. This neglect seems to occur more frequently than it used to, but I am going to try one more time to resurrect this tiny place of sanity in my world. I have missed documenting our journey, taking time to reflect on life, and finding a little humor in the craziness along the way.<br />
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Part of the reason for the lack of posting...I've been assisting for the past several months with trying to get these two married off.<br />
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Last weekend we were successful at this venture.<br />
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Since this was the first major wedding planning experience in at least 18 years for the mother-of-the bride, the bride, and for me, we were rookies through and through. We learned a few things along the way.<br />
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So, if you have a wedding coming up at any time in your future, take note of some very important wedding advice.<br />
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1. Before buying even one item for the wedding, purchase stock in Hobby Lobby...and Sam's Club... and possibly Dollar Tree. Every time we completed our "very last shopping trip", we had to go again. 'Dollar Tree' may have become our new curse word by the end of the shopping sprees.<br />
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2. Speaking of money, start saving now. Your daughter is only 2 years old? That's okay. You'll thank us later. Every.single.thing costs more money than you would expect it to. Don't believe me? Just ask the father-of-the-bride.<br />
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3. Buying tablecloths is just as expensive as renting them. Buying them seemed like the logical choice because who knows when you might have another event to plan? However, don't forget that every single tablecloth then needs to be laundered and folded. And folded. And folded. And folded...<br />
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4.When ordering invitations, it is best practice to be able to view them in person first. If you order them online, they may not end up being near as glitzy as they appeared on the computer screen...and you may end up glitter spraying 200 invitations and 200 insert cards on your porch. On a positive note, your porch will be very sparkly.<br />
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5. When planning a wedding, knowing a CAD designer is a must. My husband whipped up this little plan, and it made life so much easier. Seriously. It seems crazy, but it was like our second brain.<br />
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7. When choosing friends, pick crafty, creative people. :) I like details, plans, spreadsheets, accuracy, and precision. I also like beauty, elegance, and the "wow" factor...unfortunately, the first list comes a bit more naturally to me than the second. Thankfully, we had friends and more friends (some we had never even met) jump in and help!<br />
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8. It might be wise to have the mother-of-the-bride purchase her dress more than one week before the wedding. Dress shopping (for her and for me) may have slightly cut into wedding week preparations (okay, I was more at fault than she was). She bought her dress one week before the wedding; I bought mine three days before. The sales people were a bit more panicked than we were. (Full disclosure: The dress I ended up with was actually dress #4. Three others had to be returned. I hate dress shopping.)<br />
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9. When picking a reception venue, avoid all choices which involve a basketball game occupying the facility until 10:30 pm the night before the wedding. Transforming a gym between the hours of 10:30 pm and 3:00 am makes for some very tired people...and lots of laughs and great memories. But, did I mention tired??<br />
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10. When picking a reception venue, ensure the electrical capacity of the facility will support your lighting visions. Losing panels of lights at 1:30 am during set-up causes a small amount of stress. Good thing we had experts on the scene.<br />
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Above all, enjoy every moment! We may have had our fill of glitter, shopping, creating, and planning, but it was all worth it to see the happiness on the bride's face on her wedding day. Celebrating the happy couple and spending time with friends and family is what it is all about!Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-46177827673876946912015-07-18T22:34:00.001-05:002015-07-18T22:38:24.409-05:00Top 10 Vacation Mini-MomentsToday we headed out for the long, looonnnggg, loooonnnnnnnnggggggg drive home. It's always the moment when you really question your sanity about taking a trip so far away.<br />
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The week has been a great get-a-away. We have covered many miles, traveled through nine states up to this point, and have done some "big" vacation things.<br />
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There have also been a few smaller moments along the way that I want to be able to remember and laugh at years from now. We'll call them "mini-moments".<br />
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1) One of the best things about big vacations is having the boys learn about various parts of the country. For example, our youngest thought all the waiters and waitresses in Tennessee had to talk in a southern drawl type of accent for their jobs. He was shocked to realize that was their normal way of speaking.<br />
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2) Throwback music. My husband raided our CD collection to stock the car with music for the trip. A better idea might have been to hand the 12 year old an iTunes card and had him load up the iTunes account. Instead, we were serenaded with Rich Mullins, Ray Boltz, Wayne Watson, Michael W. Smith (from 1990) and Fernando Ortega for miles and miles. I'm not sure we've purchased a CD in over 10 years.<br />
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3) Florida stoplights - The longest we have ever experienced. No need to text and drive in Florida. You have plenty of time to keep the conversations going at every.single.light.<br />
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4) RaceTrac Gas Stations - We really need these where we live. Ten flavors of soft serve ice cream and a toppings bar like we've never seen. Weird to have in a gas station, but we managed to look past that. Yummmm.<br />
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5) Always, always, always check the reviews of hotels before you book. This one we actually didn't learn the hard way...sort of. We booked a resort a long time before vacation. Four days before we left, I ended up reading some recent reviews. Elevators broken, restaurant closed, swimming pool dirty, terrible service...there was not one positive review in the last three months. We canceled, scrambled, and found a new one. A little more money, but we were so thankful we switched.<br />
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6) Florida water. Gross. The water at our hotel smelled terrible. At first I thought it was just at our location. However, at a restaurant they brought us water that tasted just like our water smelled. No thanks.<br />
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7) Funniest Car Comment from the youngest son: "That's what boys do, mom, they go crazy over stupid stuff. No wait...that's what girls do." I'm not sure whether to laugh or be offended.<br />
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8) ALWAYS check to make sure there is toilet paper in the stall before using the restroom. Being the only female in the family makes it difficult to call in backup to come in and hand you some. This may or may not have happened to me today.<br />
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9) There are scary gas stations that need to be avoided in Montgomery, Alabama. My husband took the boys in to use the restroom, and by the time he had them inside, he was panicking that he left me alone outside. It takes a lot to panic my husband. We got out of there in record time.<br />
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10) Toll Roads - Guaranteed to cut your vacation budget in half. Florida definitely has figured out how to fund their roads.<br />
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Speaking of toll roads...I have a question. What does one do when the GPS takes you on an unexpected route and you happen to be on a toll road you weren't planning on, and you happen to exit on one of those "Exact Coins Only" toll booths? No change. No toll booth worker. No options. No warning. No nothing. What are you supposed to do?? Hypothetically speaking...of course.<br />
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The week is coming to an end. We have one more day of driving, and I am hoping for smooth and boring. After today's traffic issues and monster rain storms, we do not need any more memories to be made.<br />
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I would much rather just click my red shoes together and say the magic words...<br />
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There's no place like home.<br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-83762503273325764802015-07-17T13:45:00.000-05:002015-07-17T13:45:59.679-05:00We Are Turning Into RaisinsDay 6 of Vacation...More Water.<br />
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I literally could have packed a few swimsuits for each person, a couple of sets of clothes, and called it good.<br />
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Yesterday we headed to Aquatica.<br />
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Thankfully, rain doesn't always mean lightening here, and the water was warmer than the rain. The wave pool was a favorite. Not of mine...Child #2 was seriously scary in there. <br />
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I thought these snorkeling things were pretty unnecessary when we got them, but as it turns out, they are pretty cool. Granted, there isn't much to see in a hotel swimming pool, but the boys are having fun trying them out. It is so strange to see them be able to stay under water for so long.<br />
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Being from the central U.S., I technically have no idea how major that warning is. Is it like a thunderstorm watch in Kansas? If so, not such a big deal.<br />
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Is it a warning mainly for those who would be farther out in the water than we would be? If so, not such a big deal.<br />
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However, our lack of knowledge, combined with the fact that we have a son who thinks he's invincible and part-fish, caused us to decide to turn around (we're pretty good at that) and go to the other coast.<br />
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So we reprogrammed the GPS for Cape Canaveral and Cocoa Beach.<br />
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It may not have been quite as beautiful, but the beach was nice, and now my kids can say they have seen both oceans. <br />
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See the flippers in that picture?<br />
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There's a little story there.<br />
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He so badly wanted flippers and a snorkel for the gulf coast. Before we left, we ran into Walmart and bought him <strike>a very cheap</strike>, <strike>plastic</strike> the only set they had available in his size.<br />
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He was thrilled. He didn't care that we changed our minds and went to the Atlantic Ocean instead of the gulf. He was determined to wear those things into the water.<br />
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Two minutes later...a big wave came crashing in...and he only had one flipper.<br />
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Literally, two minutes.<br />
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Picture the little guy and his father searching for his missing flipper -- in the ocean.<br />
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Needless to say, they did not find it.<br />
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He actually handled it very well. He played, swam, and built a little sand structure.<br />
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About an hour later, while playing in the sand, my husband looked down the beach and saw a lonely flipper that had washed up onto the shore about 100 feet away.<br />
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I wish I would have had a picture of my son's excitement.<br />
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All in all, it turned out to be a great day. The boys saw Cape Canaveral, the ocean, the NASA launch area, and a Disney Cruise ship docked for loading. <br />
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Travel Tip #7: Sunscreen. Use it. Lots of it. Several times a day. Ouch.Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-79935601300537317072015-07-15T20:47:00.000-05:002015-07-15T21:18:46.165-05:00SeaWorldDay 4 of Vacation - SeaWorld.<br />
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This was the first picture we took upon arriving at the park. You can't tell it here, but just minutes before this, the youngest saw the huge Manta roller coaster and went crazy excited about wanting to ride it.<br />
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Then he found out that he is too short. It was very difficult for him to understand how he could be going into FOURTH GRADE and still be too short to ride the roller coaster. This was just days after being too short to drive go-carts in Chattanooga. We really thought the boys were the perfect age for this trip. Turns out they are...they're just not the right height. <br />
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This smile came after some serious begging and talking to. Why is the oldest barely smiling? He's lecturing his brother on why he should smile for the camera. Go figure.<br />
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SeaWorld was HOT. And muggy. However, hearing of the heat index back home made me not too sad to be in Florida.<br />
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It was still worth it in spite of the heat.<br />
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The dolphin show was hands-down the best show at the park.<br />
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This quickly became the favorite ride of the youngest...after suffering the heartbreak of learning that the other big roller coaster had the same height limit.<br />
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Lots of waiting in lines. Lots of water. Lots of heat. Lots of fun.<br />
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Swimming at the hotel.<br />
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What an amazing reminder of God's beautiful creation.</div>
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Our first stop in Tennessee was at Rock City. Granted, there has been plenty of intervention by mankind at Rock City, but I was still in awe of the vast beauty of the world we live in.</div>
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I am often guilty of living life in my own little rat-race in my own little corner of the world. I don't take the time to stop and ponder how much more is out there.</div>
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It was overcast the day we were there, but from Rock City, you can see 7 states. Yes, seven.<br />
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Here they are.<br />
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That was incomprehensible to me, but I guess I have to believe it.<br />
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They made a stone and everything, so it must be true. In spite of the haze, it really was beautiful. <br />
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It was also incomprehensible that we could be suspended on the edge of a giant cliff like this.<br />
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We look all calm and natural...but, we might not have been.<br />
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This little guy made the whole trip to Rock City worth it for my son.<br />
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The afternoon was spent doing a little cave sight-seeing.<br />
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Again, the wonders of creation were magnificent.<br />
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This was a cave in Raccoon Mountain, right where we were staying. It is the real deal. No man made stuff in there, except for the pathways and lights, of course.<br />
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Travel Tip #3: When packing for a trip, regardless of how HOT the forecast is for where you are going, always throw in at least one pair of pants and a jacket for each person. The family just might decide to do a little cave hiking, where the temperature is 60 degrees, and where every brochure said to dress warmly. This will prevent you from having to drive to Walmart to buy jeans for your children.<br />
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Travel Tip #4: Before you go buy jeans for your children (which we had already done), go check out what all the other people are wearing for the cave trip (shorts), since the cabin in which you are staying is literally within walking distance from the entrance to the cave. This will prevent you from having to drive to Walmart to buy jeans for your children.<br />
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Travel Tip #5: Sometimes brochures lie. The cave was not all that cold.<br />
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I'm sure this will shock you, but this little guy made the cave trip totally worth it for my little guy. It took everything in his power not to try to catch it.<br />
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And finally, Travel Tip #6: Seriously, take a moment to stop and be in awe of the world we live in. Not the messed up, crazy, divided, agenda-filled world that humans have created, but the beautiful, creative, masterpiece that God created for us to enjoy. It's breath-taking. Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-67763896997078352842015-07-12T13:43:00.001-05:002015-07-12T13:43:32.272-05:0010 Hours...5 StatesYesterday morning we set out for a fun-filled day of driving in the car.<br />
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State 1: Missouri</div>
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State 2: Illinois</div>
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...Which we crossed into for literally all of five minutes before we curved back into Tennessee for our stay. </div>
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Sorry, Missouri and Illinois, we travel to you so much each year that you are apparently no longer picture worthy.</div>
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However, we did notice something unique about Missouri. Their tax-payer dollars are at work in the form of driver's education. I wish I had taken a picture of these signs as we flew past them:<br />
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"Changing lanes? Show me your blinker!"<br />
"Using turn signals to change lanes...the original instant message."<br />
"It's a passing lane...not a cruising lane."<br />
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I was always under the impression that one was supposed to know these things prior to getting a driver's license.<br />
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We took Missouri's advice, and finally made it to stop #2. Here's our little home for the next 2 nights.<br />
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Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-3532381766605688282015-07-10T22:44:00.003-05:002015-07-10T22:44:48.920-05:00And We're Off...One of my goals this summer was to get back to blogging.<br />
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So far, I've been about as successful with it as I have with the goal of deep cleaning my house.<br />
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Negative on both.<br />
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But what better reason to get back online than to document family vacation?<br />
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Today we set out on a 9 day trek to the east coast. Three years ago we went west. We planned that trip for 18 months. Yes, we are that family.<br />
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Only this time we decided just a couple of months ago to throw together another "big" vacation. We were offered some tickets to a couple of Orlando destinations, and figured the kids were at a pretty good age to head to Florida.<br />
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Day #1 didn't start until 5:00 p.m. Such a mix of emotions today. This morning, we attended a funeral of a wonderful man, who's kids are friends of ours. I didn't know him extremely well personally, but the memories shared couldn't help but inspire a person to live for Jesus, encourage others, laugh often, and love freely. It is so hard to watch someone lose one they loved so dearly.<br />
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With a mix of inspiration and sadness, we finished traveling preparations, picked up daddy from work, and headed out to knock about 4 hours off of the first leg of the trip.<br />
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There were moments when I regretted that decision. Those same moments, my husband may have wanted to kick me out of the car.<br />
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It rained. A lot.<br />
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It was hard to see, and I may have suggested a time or two that we were traveling at a higher rate of speed than I would have selected.<br />
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He handled it well (both the rain and me) and we arrived safely at our first hotel.<br />
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Travel Tip #1: When leaving for vacation, do not wait 4 hours into the trip to check to see if both kids were wearing shoes when they left home.<br />
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One guess as to which child arrived with no shoes.<br />
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Funny...I was so proud of him at home that he put his pillow in the car and was waiting so patiently (for 10 minutes!) for the rest of us to finish loading up. It never even crossed my mind that he might jump in with no shoes on his feet.<br />
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Oh well, it's not the worst thing that could happen.<br />
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I'm really hoping to avoid needing the Blog Title: "The Worst Things That Can Happen on Vacation".<br />
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I love 'em.<br />
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But sometimes...sometimes it takes every ounce of patience I can muster up to navigate their conflicting ways of thinking.<br />
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Their personalities are oh, so different.<br />
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Take the picture for example. One of my boys loves sports of almost any kind. He loves strategy and watched every play of the game. The other one split his time watching the cheerleaders, the jumbo-tron, and asking when the game would be over. <br />
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One loves spiders, snakes, and everything with six or eight legs. The other one despises them.<br />
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One loves math and thinks everything in life would just be better if it could be solved with a math problem. The other one? Math is his least favorite subject. He loves history and science.<br />
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One asks me to play games with him. The other asks me to do craft projects with him.<br />
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One asks his dad to play basketball with him. The other asks his dad to go hunting with him.<br />
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One loves legos, the other doesn't. One loves puzzles, the other doesn't. One will try almost any kind of food. The other gets pickier every day.<br />
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One, for the most part, is an avid rule-follower. The other, in a matter of one hour on Tuesday, tried to pick a lock into a classroom at school, breaking the paper clip he was using and jamming up the lock for the better part of the day. He quickly followed this up by showing some older boys how he could reach up into the snack machine and extract snacks without paying (about which he promised me he always put them back and never ate any, because "that would be stealing, mom!"). <br />
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One is grounded for life. The other isn't.<br />
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One falls asleep quickly and wakes up early. Always. The other takes forever to fall asleep and wakes up late. Always.<br />
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This week I found myself thinking this could be a really difficult summer (the lock-picking and snack-grabbing incidents may have had something to do with that...). <br />
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The list of differences is so easy to come up with, so I tried to flip to the positive and think of some common interests they have.<br />
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Jet skiing and tubing -- even when the waves are high and it is so cold you wear sweatshirts under your life jackets. <br />
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Boat time with grandpa and grandma.<br />
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Dirt-biking.<br />
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Rollerblading.<br />
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Traveling.<br />
Long trips, short trips, hotel stays, or visiting family...they love it all. This is a good thing since we will be logging well over 3,900 miles this summer.<br />
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Camping. Our home away from home.<br />
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Okay, so these things are probably favorites of just about any kid. But at least one doesn't hate water or being at the lake. <br />
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They may be opposites, but I am incredibly thankful they have each other. One makes the other be a little more of a risk taker. The other one helps rein in a little bit of craziness.<br />
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I hope and pray that someday down the road they will be best of friends.<br />
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For now, I will just put on my referee shirt and spend a lot of time at the lake.<br />
<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-83999614039048596222015-05-31T08:01:00.000-05:002015-05-31T08:02:29.953-05:00Back To ItI've missed this little virtual space on the internet.<br />
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This past school year I stepped into a role that took a little extra time from our already busy lives. A few things had to be set aside for awhile.<br />
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Like this blog. <br />
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And cleaning the house.<br />
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And cooking.<br />
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And dieting.<br />
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Which you would think would actually work out well together.<br />
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Not the case.<br />
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My family didn't die from eating a few more processed foods, the house is still standing, and if I quickly reintroduce myself to exercising, there may still be hope of fitting into some summer clothes.<br />
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Actually, the thing that is bothering me the most has nothing to do with how crazy busy life was over the past year.<br />
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My current problem: I cannot find my wedding ring.<br />
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It disappeared shortly before Christmas. I know this because I remember spending parts of Christmas break going through drawers and rooms in an attempt to find it. I have always had issues with my rings in the winter. My hands are like ice cubes, causing the opposite result of swelling fingers in the hot summer. My theory is that as I was putting clothes away, or taking gloves off or on, or something of the like, my ring slipped off.<br />
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However, my theory has not led me to find my ring.<br />
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The summer ring pursuit has begun. Yesterday I tackled two drawers in the kitchen. You know, those drawers that hold the pencils, tape, paperclips, and anything else four busy people decide to throw in there. No ring.<br />
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Last weekend I cleaned out the pantry. No luck there either, although I did find one long-lost shoe (my son's), monopoly money, and a blank field trip form from April. I'm thinking if I can find shoes and field trip forms in the food pantry, my ring could be just about anywhere.<br />
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Next up - going through every piece of clothing in my boys' rooms. That will be loads of fun.<br />
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In a bit of irony, our 18th wedding anniversary is today. No girl should be ringless on her anniversary. Which means...I either find my ring today, or I start working on convincing my husband to go shopping!<br />
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I go back and forth between wondering what kind of mother would freely give her blessing for this.........and wondering when I can get one of my own so I can ride with them.<br />
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Ten-and-a-half years ago, my husband and I decided it was time to move. I thought I was more of a city girl. Scratch that. The biggest "city" I have ever lived in had a population of 14,000 people. I was more of a town girl. You know...neighbors, paved roads, sidewalks...somewhere you could have your windows open without having to dust every day.<br />
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My husband grew up in the country. He <i>really</i> wanted his kids to grow up in the country. When a family member offered us a few acres of land for an extremely low price, we couldn't pass it up.<br />
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As long as they all come home in one piece.Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-54252577889006920212015-03-08T21:57:00.001-05:002015-03-08T22:00:23.062-05:00All In A Days Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The weather is gorgeous here. It's hard to believe that just last weekend it was freezing cold and snowing.</div>
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Become a ninja spy, of course.</div>
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He started at the top of the hill. It took him 30 minutes to slither down to this spot.</div>
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He faced a new quandary when he hit the edge of the water. It's hard to see in the picture, but the only way to the turtle was to venture out on the 15 foot log where the turtle sat.<br />
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Foot by foot...<br />
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Until he looked like he was literally lying on top of the water.<br />
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It was about this time that his dad was 99.9% sure that this would end in disaster.<br />
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And a turtle swimming away as quickly as turtles can.<br />
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But, no, the ninja spy outwitted the turtle. He was inches away at this point.<br />
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As soon as he saw the little turtle legs start to peak out, he grabbed the turtle in victory.<br />
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No picture to show for it, but said turtle is resting happily (or not...) in his new turtle home.<br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-84024431699618265232015-01-02T23:47:00.003-06:002015-01-03T08:41:06.825-06:00Oh.My.WordMy youngest son's teacher asked him to work on his multiplication facts over Christmas break. I can totally see why. This is taking every ounce of patience I have, and I typically have a fairly strong reserve of it!<br />
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This child can ace every history and science test he has. He remembers details about state, local, and national government, the electoral college, and our founding fathers (on a 3rd grade level, of course). Information about conservation of matter, atoms, solutions, and chemical changes? No problem.<br />
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But math details....they just don't stick right now. <br />
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Our practice session is sounding something like this...<br />
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Me: Okay, let's practice our 3's again.<br />
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Him: Okay.<br />
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Me: 3 x 6<br />
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Him: Was there a hot air balloon flight before the Wright Brothers had their first flight? Which came first?<br />
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Me: {Blank stare.} I think the hot air balloon. Look at this one. What is 3 x 6?<br />
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Him: Do you think chickens glide?<br />
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Me: What??<br />
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Him: Do you think chickens glide?<br />
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Me: What are you talking about?<br />
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Him: I just wondered, if you threw a chicken up in the air, would it glide? You know, like a sugar glider. Would it glide like a sugar glider?<br />
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Me: What in the world is a sugar glider?<br />
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Him: It looks like a flying squirrel. You know, its legs and arms are connected with skin.<br />
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Me: Ok, of course. What is 3 x 6?<br />
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Him: I don't know!!! <br />
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I don't understand why not. I mean, he's working so hard on studying these facts. Ha!<br />
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We've tried everything. Games, flashcards, visual, auditory, and kinesthetic activities, you name it, we've tried it. Except jumping on a trampoline. That may be our next attempt - memorizing while jumping on a trampoline. Don't knock it. I once had a student who couldn't pass a spelling test unless she was jumping up and down.<br />
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To his credit, tonight we learned that the first hot air balloon flight was in 1783 and the Wright Brother's flight was in 1903 (okay, <b>I</b> learned that one; he already knew the 1903 date). <br />
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We also learned about the differences between a sugar glider and a flying squirrel. <br />
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What we did NOT learn: 3 x 6.<br />
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There's always tomorrow.<br />
<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-70386638776186216672015-01-01T21:10:00.000-06:002015-01-01T21:10:51.225-06:00Uh Oh.It's 2015.<br />
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Back in high school, that date seemed so far away, so futuristic, so...impossible.<br />
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Yet, here we are. <br />
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We are not traveling around like the Jetsons just yet, but I will be the first to admit that I wouldn't have guessed that we would be texting, Skyping, tweeting, messaging, and the myriad of other "ings" we can now do with technology.<br />
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Usually at this time of year I get serious about New Year's Resolutions. I contemplate the typical resolutions (all of which need to happen) and brainstorm some new and original ones that I might want to focus on. I evaluate how much I can take on at this point in my life (yikes!) and how doable my choices might be.<br />
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Then it hit me.<br />
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I turn 40 this year.<br />
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Ouch. <br />
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I have been bravely hanging onto the 30's for years now. And, honestly, I like the 30's. A lot.<br />
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40? I'm just not feelin' it.<br />
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I have friends who tell me the 40's are the best years. We'll see about that.<br />
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As I was processing this little issue, I realized that I have bigger problems than simply choosing a New Year's Resolution. You see, back in 2010, I made this little list. It's called my <a href="http://reflectingonthemoment.blogspot.com/2010/06/40-before-40.html">"40 Before 40"</a>. At that time, I was working part-time. Now I work full-time, plus. I may have been a bit overzealous in my planning.<br />
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I revisited my 40 Before 40 to get a scope of what I have not yet accomplished.<br />
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Well....in order for me to achieve all 40, the first 6 months (my birthday is in June) of 2015 will need to look something like this:<br />
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<li>Read 1 classic per month.</li>
<li>Landscape the front yard.</li>
<li>Visit the Mall of America, Niagra Falls, the Grand Canyon, and go on a Missions trip.</li>
<li>Exercise for about 2 hours a day to achieve that single-digit closet full of clothes. </li>
<li>Write an adoption book for my son.</li>
<li>Make a family recipe book.</li>
<li>Relearn to play the piano well.</li>
<li>Buy new living room furniture.</li>
<li>Go water skiing.</li>
<li>Try more foods that end with "ese"...Chinese, Japanese....</li>
<li>Spend about 1,000 hours scrapbooking to try to catch up.</li>
<li>Repaint all the walls in my house.</li>
<li>Volunteer more.</li>
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No problem.<br />
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I'll just need to make a few adjustments...like quit my job, send the kids to live with grandma, and decrease my sleep to about 2 hours a night.<br />
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And possibly win the lottery to fund it all.<br />
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Happy 2015! <br />
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<br />Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-45755864845847680472014-12-22T21:57:00.000-06:002014-12-22T22:02:25.158-06:00There Always Comes a Moment...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Each year during Christmas vacation we bring out a new "Christmas Break" puzzle. It has been a tradition for quite some time now (hence the word "tradition"), and one that we all love immensely.</div>
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The other 1 of us sits at the table now and then until he gets frustrated that he can't find any pieces. That usually takes about 3-5 minutes. </div>
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Two of the three have occurred...and it is currently sitting in the basement collecting dust. Apparently 13x39 is not a frame size that the average Walmart, Target, Kohls, or any department store in the midwest carries. It is so convenient, however, that there is a website listed on the puzzle box where one can buy the perfect size frame. That's a handy little business arrangement.</div>
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This year, in honor of our family's first Chiefs game in October, we chose this puzzle. Same theory, smaller people. Waaayyyyy smaller people. </div>
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See all that progress? We decided to start with the field -- because it's not red. See the hundreds of pieces left? All red. Lots and lots of little red people.<br />
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Stay tuned for the finished product, sometime in the year 2015.<br />
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We are excited to get it completed and glued together.<br />
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So it can sit in the basement and collect dust too. Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-48596455286996311052014-12-20T18:18:00.000-06:002014-12-20T18:18:22.407-06:00Where Did We Go Wrong?I walked out of the bedroom today, to hear my son singing this rendition of the Twelve Days of Christmas.<br />
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On the 9th day of Christmas, my mommy gave to me...9 brand new X-Boxes,<br />
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8 iPad Airs,<br />
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7 iTunes cards,<br />
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6 hundred dollars,<br />
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5 diamond rings (which I would sell for lots of money)....<br />
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We have obviously done something drastically wrong somewhere along the way.<br />
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And, we are going to have some seriously disappointed children in about 5 days. Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-84403830735936406782014-11-29T19:19:00.002-06:002014-11-29T19:21:41.939-06:00This is So Not OkayTen years ago this month we started building our house. And we I say "we", I mean my husband, his father, and our builder. Not really in that order.<br />
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From the very beginning, people told us we would probably have trouble with mice. Apparently living in the country is strike one, and living in the middle of a wheat field is strike two. I'm sure there is a strike three that I am not aware of.<br />
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Against all odds, we have been here 4 months shy of 10 years and have not had even one mouse in the house. Not even ONE.<br />
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Well, I take that back. A year or so ago my husband opened the door leading into the garage, and a brave little mouse ran into the house right in between my husband's feet. He chased that thing down, caught it, and got rid of it in less than 5 minutes.<br />
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That has been the extent of our mouse issues.<br />
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Until now.<br />
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Our youngest son came hauling up the stairs the other day insisting that he saw a mouse run behind something. We did some searching, but came up with nothing. He still thinks he was mistaken, but in reality we caught one that night. <br />
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My husband discovered their little entry way near the air conditioner. He secured it right up, but we aren't sure how large of a family moved in before we closed off their mousey door. So now I have these lovely things.<br />
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I know that a lot of people have to deal with this, but honestly, this is a new thing for me, and it grosses me out. <br />
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Not only that, but these critters are incredibly rude and do all of their snacking at night. It is great fun to wake up to the sound of a loud SNAP. Even better is when it is not a clean kill and you wake up to the mouse flailing around trying to escape.<br />
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It is in that moment when I do what any good wife would do -- wake up her husband to tell him that the mouse trap just snapped. <br />
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Three down....hopefully none to go.<br />
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Just to be clear, my youngest still does not know about this little mouse issue. I'm pretty sure he would be turning every room upside down and inside out to find them. Then he would want to catch them and keep them all as pets.<br />
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No thank you.<br />
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Although they are better than snakes...Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-23398600564577764972014-11-06T22:22:00.002-06:002014-11-06T22:22:32.709-06:00You caught what?Tonight when I walked into the house, my son's first words were, "Mom, do you know what a silverfish looks like?"<br />
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"A silver fish?"<br />
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"Yeah."<br />
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"Um, sure, I know what a silver fish looks like."<br />
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"Great," he said, "I think I caught one. Look in this jar and see if this is a silverfish."<br />
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Wait...what? "You caught a silver fish in a jar? When?"<br />
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"Today. Here, look."<br />
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Ahhh...A silverfish. Not a silver fish. Who knew.<br />
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"How in the world have you ever heard of a silverfish?"<br />
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His reply, "From Minecraft. And the bug book great grandma gave me."<br />
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Of course.<br />
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"Mom, do you know what a silverfish eats?"<br />
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"No, sorry, I have no idea."<br />
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His brother chimed in, "Why would you think she would know that?"<br />
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"Well, I don't know. I thought maybe she interacted with silverfish in college or something."<br />
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Seriously...those were his exact words..."...maybe she interacted with silverfish in college...".<br />
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No, son, sorry.<br />
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No interaction with silverfish.<br />
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I am such an uncool mom. Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-81968068857527547972014-11-02T22:09:00.001-06:002014-11-02T22:09:10.912-06:00It Takes Me Back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I am not sure how my son is already 12 years old. I think I have said that every year since he was...about 3. "I cannot believe he is already ____ years old." In the blink of an eye, I will be old and gray and the number that fits in that blank will be the age I currently am. </div>
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My son is in 6th grade this year. When we had a chance to win tickets to the KC Chiefs game that just happened to be on his birthday, it seemed like the perfect gift. He loves football (really, all sports), and we don't usually spend the kind of money it takes to go to a professional game. Apparently God thought it was a good idea as well...or luck was just on our side...because we were the holders of the winning number. </div>
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He was ecstatic (which for this wild-and-crazy child means a really big smile) when he found out we were going to the game. </div>
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My parents joined in the fun and bought them shirts for game.</div>
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Long sleeve shirts...which made sense at the time since the game was on October 26. </div>
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Little did they know it was going to be nearly 90 degrees.<br />
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Someone should have reminded me to pack sunscreen. #MomFail<br />
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We got to the stadium a tad early. There really were more fans at the game than what this picture suggests. <br />
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This was the first time at Arrowhead for all of the guys in my family. It brought back great childhood memories for me. <br />
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I have loved NFL Football since I was a kid. It may have had something to do with the fact that one of my good friends' uncle played for the Los Angeles Rams. I had no claim to fame, but as a kid, when you know someone who does, you start to think you are big stuff.<br />
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My dad had back surgery when I was in 6th grade, so my parents' best friends got stuck taking my brother and I to KC for the weekend for the KC Chiefs vs. Los Angeles Rams game. I had two goals: 1) get Nolan Cromwell's (aforementioned Ram's safety) autograph, and 2) get Eric Dickerson's (Ram's running back) autograph. <br />
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Goal #1 was not so difficult since we were staying with Nolan's wife at the hotel. Family connections are always nice. Goal #2 was also accomplished, and I am fairly sure I can still scrounge up the magazine he signed for me.<br />
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Odd as it may be for a 6th grade girl, I was on top of the world.<br />
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I had a really hard time not thanking my dad for having to have back surgery.<br />
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I'm pretty sure I shed a few tears when Eric Dickerson left my beloved Rams to go to the Colts the following year.<br />
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But time marches on...my players left...I grew up....the Rams moved to St. Louis...<br />
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and I became a Chief's fan along with my family.<br />
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6th Grade for me - Chiefs vs. Rams<br />
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6th Grade for him - Chiefs vs. Rams<br />
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28 Years Later....Same Stadium<br />
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He loved every minute of it. <br />
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His brother...well, I think he watched the cheerleaders more than he watched the game. The cheerleaders and the giant TV screens - thank goodness for those.<br />
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Happiness is ending the day at Culver's.<br />
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If you've never gone, you need to fix that. Right away.<br />
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And then go run a few miles.<br />
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Unless you are my kids. Then you will just fight all the way home to burn the calories. And then sleep. Sleep is good. <br />
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Happy Birthday, old child!Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3931011945295275977.post-80671611554989719032014-10-12T21:52:00.000-05:002014-10-12T21:52:08.424-05:00A Day in the LifeTonight I was studying with my 8 year old for his history test. It was going something like this...<br />
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Me: What were the leaders who people chose to act or speak for them called?<br />
Him: representatives<br />
Me: (Eyebrows raised in surprise that he knew that.)<br />
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Me: Who were the first people in the Americas to build cities?<br />
Him: The Olmecs<br />
Me: (Impressed. I didn't know that.)<br />
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Me: Name one slave who bought his freedom and became a Christian.<br />
Him: Amos Fortune<br />
Me: (Wow, again.)<br />
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Me: The Pilgrim leaders established a government and wrote laws called the what?<br />
Him: Mayflower Compact<br />
Me: (I need to go back to 3rd grade to learn this stuff.)<br />
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Me: What year did Christopher Columbus sail across the ocean and arrive in San Salvador? (I know this one! I know this one!)<br />
Him: 1982<br />
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Oh my. Well, at least he knows about the Olmecs.<br />
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Yesterday my little cherub caught a snake. As he does with all living things he catches, he made a habitat in the cooler and put the snake in there. This is a bit problematic, because the snake needs air, yet it will also crawl out if the lid is open. <br />
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I had no idea the cooler was in the garage. Today, after church, the little guy realized that the lid was open and the snake was gone. Huge, noisy sobs floated into the house, and when I found out what happened, I am fairly sure I ordered my husband out to the garage to find.that.snake.<br />
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They did. And they put it back into the cooler, and left it in the garage.<br />
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What?!<br />
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A few hours later, the same little guy came rushing into the house (leaving the door open, of course), and shouted, "Dad, the snake is gone again!" I cannot even tell you what flew out of my mouth, but whatever I said came out at high volumes and had something to do with shutting the door and getting rid of that nasty thing. <br />
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And then I heard it.<br />
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A very loud yelling sound coming from husband, followed by lots of commotion.<br />
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They found the snake, and it bit my husband.<br />
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He was MAD.<br />
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Both my husband and the snake.<br />
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I had a moment of alarm, and then a moment of sweet victory, because I knew that would be the end of the snake's life...or at least the end of its life in captivity at our house.<br />
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But alas, I was wrong.<br />
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The snake is still in the cooler at this moment, but it did get evicted to the back yard.<br />
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Tonight when I was tucking the boys into bed, the 8 year old asked if he could pray.<br />
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I, of course, said yes, and was feeling pretty happy that he would ask to be the one to say bedtime prayers.<br />
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Then I heard this:<br />
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Dear Lord,<br />
Thank you for this day.<br />
Thank you that I caught a grasshopper mouse.<br />
Please let my snake not eat my mouse.<br />
Please let it be the other way around.<br />
Amen.<br />
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Earlier today this son told me that he wanted to be an exterminator when he grows up, because "they handle bugs". <br />
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I replied, "Honey, they KILL bugs."<br />
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To which he said, "Oh, well. That'll be okay, too."<br />
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I have no more words.Rhondahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03590181156334360634noreply@blogger.com1