tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44611444732307402202024-03-05T17:49:49.583-05:00It's a Ray thing.Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-51081951590241148792011-12-30T20:36:00.003-05:002011-12-30T20:37:31.278-05:00Christmas Joy.<div style="text-align: center;">Everyone around here had a wonderful Christmas.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Holding my tongue is not my strong suit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Especially on Monday mornings when </div><div style="text-align: center;">a sleepy, toe-headed, little boy stops me just before I go out the door</div><div style="text-align: center;">and asks me to sign a paper that he didn't do well on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He had a ready excuse.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"It was old words. Not the ones I studied last week."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sure, I thought. But held my tongue.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then he presented me with the paper.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And sure enough, it was an old test from early November</div><div style="text-align: center;">that had already been signed!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure why I kept my thoughts to myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Usually, I'd have begun lecturing him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> He'd have fought back,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the morning would've been ruined for both of us.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Instead, I left with a big hug and kiss.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he jumped in the shower without complaint.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought about this on my drive to work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Remembering all the times I've totally blown it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I realized that developing </div><div style="text-align: center;">parenting skills is just like old tests.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes we've done this before, </div><div style="text-align: center;">and not handled it the best, then it comes "home" again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hopefully, it's already been signed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> So to speak.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Tonight my kids were exceptionally well behaved.</div><div align="center">No little brothers doing they're pestering thing.</div><div align="center">No complaints about dinner.</div><div align="center">No fuss about finishing their homework.</div><div align="center">We read the scriptures together, just before bedtime, and there wasn't one argument.</div><div align="center">I'm not sure how it is that the planets aligned so perfectly,</div><div align="center">but no complaints here. </div><br />
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</div><div align="center">Then, as I was sitting here thinking about what to write,</div><div align="center">I heard it. </div><div align="center">A catacalysmic argument between the girls.</div><div align="center">Something about the dishes I'm sure.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">While they argued, I caught up on some of the blogs that I follow.</div><div align="center">One in particular is by a woman who has recently lost her 13 year old son.</div><div align="center">Her grief is almost palpable. And I cried for her. For her loss.</div><div align="center">And I listened to my girls argue about the dishes. </div><div align="center">And I gave a silent prayer of thanks.</div><div align="center"><br />
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A few weeks ago we got our driveway paved.<br />
It was a very. big. deal.<br />
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That first night we played on it together as a family. <br />
The boys let things roll down the hill.<br />
Owen played an imaginary game of basketball.<br />
A few days later we finally put up the new goal.<br />
A gift from his Aunt Robyn and Uncle Mike.<br />
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Olivia - "Mom I feel like we're the rich kids on the block."<br />
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That night sticks out in my mind as one of the main memories from summer.<br />
There was nothing special about it.<br />
No money was involved. We didn't even leave home.<br />
We were just a family spending time together.<br />
Enjoying a welcomed change.<br />
Enjoying being together.<br />
I wish every family could enjoy impromptu moments like this.<br />
The simple moments in life.<br />
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Fall is here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I haven't told you before,</div><div style="text-align: center;">it's my favorite time of the year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The leaves are just beginning to change.</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a week or two the hillsides will be bursting with color.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Persimmon Festival has come to town this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our little town will swell to at least twice its size.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's the next best thing to Christmas around here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which means I can get the kids to do their chores without </div><div style="text-align: center;">too much of an argument.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Like last night.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The boys did the dishes without one argument.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not one. </div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my hot chocolate mugs got broken.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But no arguments.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Impressive indeed.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">One of my favorite treats this time of year is Persimmon Pudding.</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you're fortunate enough to get yourself some persimmons</div><div style="text-align: center;">here's a recipe. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It's the best.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 cups persimmon pulp</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 beaten eggs</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 cups buttermilk</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 teaspoon salt</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 cup whipping cream</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 stick butter, melted</div><div style="text-align: center;">2 cups sugar</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 teaspoon soda</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 1/2 cups flour</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 teaspoon cinnamon</div><div style="text-align: center;">1/2 teaspoon vanilla</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Directions:</div><div style="text-align: center;">Add sugar and pulp. Add beaten eggs and mix well.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Add soda to buttermilk and stir until foaming stops.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then add to pulp mixture. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sift dry ingredients together and add gradually to pulp mixture.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Add cream and butter </div><div style="text-align: center;">(which has been melted in a 9X13 baking pan, leaving enough to grease the bottom)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Bake at 350 degrees for 40-45 minutes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">Today, and every day I am proud to be an American.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The kids and I spent the afternoon watching the stories of those</div><div align="center">whose loved ones were lost on this tragec day 10 years ago.<br />
I remember some of the pictures and vidoes of that<br />
day and they seemed just as real today as they were back then.<br />
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My kids were so young when it happened.<br />
One wasn't even born yet.<br />
They listened intently to my account of that morning.<br />
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I learned of the attacks from my sister in law.<br />
I had just finished a night shift at the hospital and as was going to bed.<br />
She had been watching the morning news.<br />
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Both towers had already been hit. <br />
There were talks of it being an act of war.<br />
But surely, I thought, it was some sort of accident.<br />
Who would purposely do something so terrible as that?<br />
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Now, I can hardly believe the innocence of that thought.<br />
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How much our lives have changed since that day.<br />
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May this country never again know the sorrow of 9-11.<br />
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And heaven only knows what you'll find.</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">They're photograpy and videography skills are a-mazing!<br />
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Sometimes I delete the silliness.<br />
Sometimes I just file it away.<br />
And when I'm feeling nostalgic<br />
I look through it all <br />
and ooh and ahh over my babies<br />
and how much they've grown.<br />
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And then every once in awhile I come across <br />
a sweet little treasure like this.<br />
I found this video the other day<br />
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I know right? Funny.<br />
CL-A-SS-IC.<br />
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Don't worry too much about Olivia<br />
she is the instigator.<br />
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</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-56949714146911750492011-08-31T22:58:00.003-04:002011-08-31T23:01:33.579-04:00Chorkie. Chorkie? Chorkie!<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Sometimes as a parent I am a complete pushover.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my kids know it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Especially if they are of the blonde- hair -brown- eyed variety.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or blue -eyed -brown- haired variety.<br />
Doesn't really matter.<br />
Because this post isn't really about parenting skills.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which is exaclty why we now have one of these.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She's cute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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So is her rightful owner.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But she is a poop machine.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry. I wouldn't normally say that on here,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but it can't be helped.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">If she wasn't so darned cute </div><div style="text-align: center;">I would be seriously mad at her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She's a chorkie. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Isn't that a funny word? </div><div style="text-align: center;">Chorkie.<br />
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It took a few days for Josh to come up<br />
with just the perfect name.<br />
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Call her Princess said one,<br />
Charley said another.<br />
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Then it happened. Just like that.<br />
Daisy was her name.<br />
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Sweet little flower that she is.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">She really ate one of the kids' homework papers last week.<br />
Which may or may not have been before she had a name.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Thats what my baby said,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then he ran out the back door</div><div style="text-align: center;">leaving a trail of chaos behind him. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was fixing dinner</div><div style="text-align: center;">so I watched him from the kitchen window.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I could tell by watching him that this was gonna</div><div style="text-align: center;">last awhile. Because he was seriously mad</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the older kids had been picking on him. Again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> He has a fiery temper that one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Back under the apple tree</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Andy the goat, not the cousin, had joined him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Just a boy and his goat. </div><div style="text-align: center;"> There they sat for awhile,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> until Andy started chewing at Josh's hair.</div><br />
When dinner was ready there was no coaxing him in. <br />
Papaw couldn't even do it. <br />
At least not at first. <br />
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Then I saw a blonde streak dart through the kitcen<br />
and out the back door. <br />
There he was again under the apple tree<br />
with his dinner plate.<br />
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Pride before hunger.<br />
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It must be so hard being the baby.<br />
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He turned 9 last week.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/364/4A9CFFA902DA5C7E2E207C21A2B3082B.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-44202789087939139282011-08-18T18:13:00.000-04:002011-08-18T18:13:12.460-04:00Who's the slacker?<div align="center">It pains me to admit this</div><div align="center">But I am a slacker.</div><div align="center">My absence from blogging only</div><div align="center">testifies to that fact.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"> I've been hanging out in blog land</div><div align="center">visiting all of my favorite blogs<br />
and totally neglecting my own.<br />
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</div><div align="center">The good news though is that my long<br />
absence this summer has provided me with </div><div align="center">loads of stuff to chat it up about, </div><div align="center">so stay tuned.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Do you wanna know some of </div><div align="center">my favorite places to <strike>stalk </strike>visit?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">First up is Traci @ <a href="http://www.beneathmyheart.net/">Beneath My Heart</a>.</div><div align="center">She's from Kentucky (but we won't hold that against her ; )</div><div align="center">She is a talented decorator and has a serious love affair with burlap. </div><div align="center">She and her family have moved recently, </div><div align="center">so join her in the journey of making</div><div align="center">this new house a home.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Next up is sweet Noelle from <a href="http://www.noelleplatt.blogspot.com/">Because Nice Matters</a>.<br />
Noelle just had a sweet baby girl, Emily. <br />
Or Elimy as her sweet little niece "Trouble" likes to call her.<br />
Emily just had surgery and should be going home soon.<br />
Head on over for a visit. You'll love<br />
it there.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.serenedesigns.blogspot.com/">Serene is my name, not my life </a>is where Serene shares<br />
her humorous stories of motherhood. And with 5 little ones<br />
at home she's never short on stories. Her wit and humor <br />
make me laugh right out loud. Mainly because I've been there.<br />
Hang in there sister! Go visit her. Her kids are adorable.<br />
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Another person that I often visit is <a href="http://www.becca-homeiswheremystorybegins.blogspot.com/">Becca</a>. She's a kindergarten teacher,<br />
but shares her love of cooking, decorating, and gardening. Her home<br />
is beautiful. And I want the shed in her back yard.<br />
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And lastly, well not really lastly, but if I shared all<br />
of the blogs that I visit you'd be here all night.<br />
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Last is Teresa over at <a href="http://themeadowbrookblog.blogspot.com/">Meadowbrook Farm</a>.<br />
I love. love. love. love it there.<br />
I don't know what I envy more<br />
her to-die-for flower beds,<br />
mad photography skills,<br />
or her perfect country farmhouse?<br />
Go visit her and let me know <br />
what you're coveting.<br />
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Now go grab a Diet Coke, or a cup of coffee, or whatever else<br />
you need to snuggle up in front of the computer <br />
and enjoy some of the best sites blogging has to offer.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/364/4A9CFFA902DA5C7E2E207C21A2B3082B.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-70247292487109519582011-06-14T21:26:00.000-04:002011-06-14T21:26:10.525-04:00When Squirrels Attack.<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Last week my niece was bitten by a squirrel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll let you process that for a minute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Now close your mouth.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And when you quit laughing I'll go on.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever heard of such a thing?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me neither.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the story as told by my sister, which by </div><div style="text-align: center;">the way was the second time I </div><div style="text-align: center;">had heard the story that day </div><div style="text-align: center;">because my little sister had already </div><div style="text-align: center;">called me and given me the scoop. <br />
She couldn't wait to tell me <br />
because<strike> it was hilarious</strike> she was so concerned.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My niece and one of her cousins (who shall not be named)</div><div style="text-align: center;">were walking along the road when they</div><div style="text-align: center;">happened upon an injured squirrel.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The unnamed cousin left to get something to put it in;</div><div style="text-align: center;">leaving my niece with these instructions, "Don't let him get up."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As luck would have it, little squirrel raised his head. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Being obedient to the instructions she was given<br />
Niece tried to push his head down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And that's when it happened.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Cujo on the mini.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He latched onto her palm </div><div style="text-align: center;">and would not. let. go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When shaking her hand wouldn't rid her<br />
of the tiny vermin,<br />
she was forced to yank him loose</div><div style="text-align: center;">and Little Squirrel limped away.<br />
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Now, there is a lesson to be learned here.<br />
Several actually.<br />
1. Injured little squirrels do not like to keep their heads down.<br />
2. Being instructed to keep an injured little squirrel's head down is bad advice.<br />
3. Injured little squirrels have cat like reflexes and jaws like vice grips.<br />
4. If you see an injured little squirrel you should probably walk away.<br />
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Squirrel 1 Niece 0<br />
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We are such a close family. We were way concerned about Niece<br />
and breathed a huge sigh of relief when we learned that the wound would <br />
be ok and didn't need any care other than basic first aid and that rabies was not a concern.<br />
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We would never dream of nicknaming her<br />
Squirrel Girl, or Squirrly, or anything else like it.<br />
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If she starts collecting nuts for the winter or<br />
develops some sort of weird squirrel sense I'll let you know.<br />
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Missy<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-62620243153141709902011-06-01T16:30:00.002-04:002011-06-02T07:49:26.063-04:00Same Door. New Look.<div style="text-align: center;">Earlier this spring we got a new screen door.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is a full view type. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(How's that for a description?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The main door is made of wood</div><div style="text-align: center;">and was in desperate need of attention.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">A couple of weeks ago I painted the entire door black.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But wasn't thrilled with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was better than the dirty white </div><div style="text-align: center;">that it had been, but it was so...</div><div style="text-align: center;">uninviting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, after doing some thinking</div><div style="text-align: center;">and some painting this is</div><div style="text-align: center;">what I've come up with.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-69557818587397428262011-05-25T16:57:00.000-04:002011-05-25T16:57:39.374-04:00Family Pictures<div align="center">I love pictures.</div><div align="center">I have my favorite ones in frames all around my house.</div><div align="center">I've shared some of them with you.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">When I go to other's homes I love to look at their pictures</div><div align="center">and hear about the stories behind them.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">I think I prefer snapshots to professional photos.</div><div align="center">I believe it's those that tell the stories of our lives.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">The other day a lady at work and I were talking.</div><div align="center">As it turns out she grew up next to my family.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">She and her sisters were often cared for by my great grandmother.</div><div align="center">They loved her so much that they continue to call her Mamaw Kiefner.</div><div align="center"> She brought me this picture a few days later.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I barely remember Mamaw.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I was 5 when she passed away.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> But I love to hear stories about her.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> She was a remarkable woman.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kind hearted and gentle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> This picture is priceless to me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I'm so glad that someone took the time to take it that day.</div><br />
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This weekend I painted my front door black.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm still not sure if I like it.<br />
I read once that people who wear black<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I planted impatiens in the flower bed behind the house.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still haven't done anything with the flower beds in front.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weeds have taken over.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I should let the goats take care of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I did a few hundred loads of laundry</div><div style="text-align: center;">(which may or may not be an exaggeration)</div><div style="text-align: center;">and there's still a pile of clothes in the laundry room floor.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the store and forgot the milk.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seriously, who forgets the milk?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Josh has called Meghan "Chubby Button" all weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She doesn't like it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Olivia gave Katie a bath.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Andy and Kaden came over earlier.<br />
They woke me from my nap.<br />
They hadn't been over in awhile.<br />
So I didn't mind.<br />
Even when they got the boys all wired up.<br />
Nephews.<br />
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One of the topics that was talked about at church today<br />
was being optimistic.<br />
With that in mind I'm<br />
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But, I'm going to bed now.<br />
Because 5 o'clock comes<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Pssh.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> As if I wouldn’t remember</div><div style="text-align: center;"> the birth of the child that hurdled me into motherhood.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Her birthday this year is bittersweet, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a reminder that she’ll be leaving the nest soon. </div><div style="text-align: center;">But I can’t think about that today because I’ll cry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> And I don’t feel like crying today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last weekend was Meghan’s junior prom. </div><div style="text-align: center;">She went with another couple. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They’ve been best buds since preschool.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">“You want to hear a dirty joke?” </div><div style="text-align: center;">Will and I looked at each other mortified </div><div style="text-align: center;">thinking where in the world did she hear a dirty joke? </div><div style="text-align: center;">“Sure.” I said not sure of what I was going to hear. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Just knowing that my precious two year olds mind had forever been polluted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> “A boy fell in a muddy puddy.” </div><div style="text-align: center;">And with that she fell into a fit of two year old giggles </div><div style="text-align: center;">and leaving this momma </div><div style="text-align: center;">with her first of many mothering moments</div><div style="text-align: center;"> never to be forgotten.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Missyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02719016775964747208noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4461144473230740220.post-49820771692990728702011-05-13T20:18:00.000-04:002011-05-13T20:18:01.838-04:00Happy Mother's Day, even if it's late.<div align="center">I have been a mother for almost half of my life.</div><div align="center">It's not exactly what I thought it would be.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Before I had children I had no idea</div><div align="center">what it was to love someone else before they </div><div align="center">even took a breath.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Before I had children I had no idea</div><div align="center">that I would choose to go without something</div><div align="center">to provide for them.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Before I had children I had no idea</div><div align="center">that they could be precious little angels one minute</div><div align="center">and such stinkers the next.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Before I had children I had no idea</div><div align="center">that hugs and kisses from them </div><div align="center">really are the best gifts.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Before I had children I had no idea </div><div align="center">that being a mother would</div><div align="center">change me into a better woman.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The result of which has lead to </div><div style="text-align: center;">a yard that is out of control.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ghetto Queen: "Did you know the goats are out?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubs: "No. Where at?"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ghetto Queen: "Back yard. Looks like the gate is open."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubs: "Huh. At least they'll take care of the grass."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Spring time in Indiana is a welcomed season.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's loved for it's warm sunny days,</div><div style="text-align: center;">beautiful spring blossoms,</div><div style="text-align: center;">singing birds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Every March hunter's of morels </div><div style="text-align: center;">descend upon the woods.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Looking for this seasonal delicatessen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hunted them as a little girl,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but never ate them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't decided if I like them or not,</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I don't hunt them now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But my family does.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then I have to cut them up,</div><div style="text-align: center;">throw em in some salt water,</div><div style="text-align: center;">let them soak for awhile,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and finally fry them up.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or rather have my mother in law</div><div style="text-align: center;">do it. She's an awesome cook.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, even though I don't eat them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I do appreciate them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mushroom season is short,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> and people around here just can't seem </div><div style="text-align: center;">to get enough of them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That's why when I came upon </div><div style="text-align: center;">this scene today I was horrified.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet, innocent, unassuming boy</div><div style="text-align: center;">mutilating these mushrooms!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now this is where I should tell you that</div><div style="text-align: center;">He had found them in the neighbors yard.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5 of them! They. Were. Huge!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Something menfolk around here</div><div style="text-align: center;">would have been talking</div><div style="text-align: center;">about for mushroom seasons to come.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure if I was more mortified that</div><div style="text-align: center;">he'd taken them from the neighbors yard, </div><div style="text-align: center;">or if it was the way he was</div><div style="text-align: center;">mangling one in his hand and </div><div style="text-align: center;">tossed it carelessly through </div><div style="text-align: center;">the fence to the elk and deer. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's the second time this year</div><div style="text-align: center;">he's found mushrooms there.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Last week he found 2 or 3.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave him a firm warning then.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But judging from his repeat performance</div><div style="text-align: center;">I should have followed it up with the stink eye.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dad if you're reading this please </div><div style="text-align: center;">stop crying. He's young. There's still hope for him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My son is a mushroom thief. And a mushroom mangler.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wonder what kind of time he'd do if convicted?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I'll tell you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's a birthday flavored cake pop from Starbucks.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Heaven On a Stick. That's what it is.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They're life altering, the glass is half full delights!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I owe my new found addiction to Sherry.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's all her fault.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She brings them to me at work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">She feels they have magical powers.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Keep the world in orbit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Go get a cake pop.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just in case your worried,</div><div style="text-align: center;">calories don't count </div><div style="text-align: center;">when something has</div><div style="text-align: center;">the potential to be eaten in one bite.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But don't do that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It wouldn't be right.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">**Starbucks has no idea who I am and has not compensated me in any</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">way. In fact, I've only been to Starbucks a couple of times for hot chocolate</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">and so it's likely that they will never know me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not always as vocal as I would like to be about my faith.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I tend to sit quietly by and assume that others</div><div style="text-align: center;">know what I believe because of the way that I live my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I just couldn't do that this year.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This little blog is mainly seen by my close family and friends,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and I just wanted to share with each of you</div><div style="text-align: center;">the love that I have for Jesus Christ.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe in Him.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe that He loves me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I believe that He died for me</div><div style="text-align: center;">and for you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someday, I hope to be able to </div><div style="text-align: center;">live with Him again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope each of us takes the chance to get to know Him better.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center">Happy Belated Birthday.</div><div align="center">Thanks for being there.</div><div align="center">And sharing your recipes,</div><div align="center">your wisdom,</div><div align="center">and your love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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