tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71203575474344458922024-03-18T20:58:26.292-06:00The Charming TyrantsFirst there was one, now there are two. Perhaps updates will be more regular, perhaps not.Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.comBlogger215125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-34970962931515700082015-11-15T19:26:00.001-07:002015-11-15T19:32:45.963-07:00Mom. I'm 53 years old and I miss my mother. I lost her when I was 34. She died on January 26, 1997, 18 years, 9 months, 20 days.<br />
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This loss was such an agonizing thing for me. I lost not only my mom but the person who understood me the best and who listened to me and offered me understanding and unconditional love. Don't think she didn't call me on it when I was being a whiny bitch, she did, but she did it in a such a way that it was okay.<br />
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The thing is that her passing actually made it easier to connect with my dad. We had always been at odds and she was able to mediate the issues between us. She made it easier for us to deal. When she was gone we had to deal face to face and while initially that was excruciatingly difficult in time we were able to connect. This was the one good thing to come of her passing.<br />
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In January it is 19 years since my mommy has been gone, the last time I felt her presence was about a month after she was gone, I felt her rubbing my back as she often did when she came in to wake me up. She told me it was time, I just lay there reveling in the feel of her hand on my back. I'd really like to find my mama again. <br />
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Go give your mama a hug and if you don't have her go give your daddy a hug in her place. <br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-17677361562925851482015-05-25T12:09:00.001-06:002015-05-25T20:18:07.772-06:00Memorial Day - remebering those who have left us revisted. The other half of my post didn't post so here it is all on it's own.<br />
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Grandpa Leroy - One of my most vivid memories of him occurs when I was about 8 years old and my sister and I went to stay with he and Grandma Margaret; he came in after a long day of work and sat down in his chair and looked at the ceiling and said "Margaet where are my cigarettes?" He seemed to never be able to find anything, he was always looking at the ceiling when he was asking he where something was. I don't really remember him speaking much, when he was around us I mostly remember his quiet. <br />
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Grandma Margaret - I got to know her so much more than Grandpa Leroy, we had her for a lot longer, I remember her smile, her laugh, her habit of cutting off peoples heads in pictures, her generosity, her wit, helping mama take care of her, watching dad read to her, loving her so much, missing seeing her every day <br />
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Aunt Barbara - Mostly I remember her smile, her joy, her love. <br />
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Aunt Carol - I remember always thinking she was glamerous, we didn't see her often but she always seemed to be put together and she cared about us. <br />
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Aunt Winoa & Aunt Rhea - my grandpa's sisters - I mostly remember their little yappy dogs. Mom would take us to visit and we would beg to stay in the car because we were a little bit afraid of those dogs. I found a box of pictures that I think were all Aunt Winoa's it makes me a little sad that we didn't really know them. I think we would have liked a lot of the same things. <br />
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I don't have pictures of my Aunt Barbara or Aunt Carol. It makes me just a little bit sad that I don't know my mom's family better, we always lived in Utah and they always lived in California. I am so grateful for the time we had with Grandma and love seeing what is happening in the lives of my Uncle Gordon and my California cousins. <br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-77165727332361157632015-05-24T19:44:00.002-06:002015-05-25T11:35:40.439-06:00Memorial Day - remembering those who have left us.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Grandpa Walt - My first memory is connected to him. He died when I was a toddler, I remember being passed around at his funeral. I just remember the moment not really the occasion. He was a man filled with intergrity he loved his family, the Lord and was a good, faithful man. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aunt Beatrice - I remember her rum balls at Christmas. I remember Christmas Caroling at her house, I remember being 18 and graduating from high school and her calling me to tell me to come live with her and go to the U of U. I remember dad working on her house, being stunned when she was just gone one day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aunt Annadelle - I remember her voice, her laugh, her stories, the books she had stacked everywhere, the first time I had French Onion soup she made it, I remember being intrigued by her when I was young she lived in Ohio and that seemed so far away and exotic. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Uncle Sam - I remember his sense of humor, his big black glasses, his willingness to be silly with us, his intelligence, philosophical discussions, his squirt bottle, and his swimming pool in Phoenix! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Grandma Althea - so so many memories, sitting in the basement watching her sew, giving me my first Georgette Heyer, Blackberry jelly, wigs, watching her go to college when she was in her 60's, her pottery, her paintings, listening to her conversations with Mom, Mary Crouch and Dad, conversations with her about philosphy, books, children, church and life in general. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aunt Lorraine - the lovely way she smelled, her beautiful smile, her wonderful paintings, her cute little dogs, her soft voice, infectious laugh, her friendship with my mom. I loved her almost as much as I loved my mom. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mom - I couldn't have wished for a better mom, friend, or confidante. I remember trips to the store with her where she would buy a Reese's & a Kit Kat she would split it with me and tell me not to tell the others. Of course she was doing the same thing with them. Sitting under a quilt watching her needle move in and out and listening to her and the other church ladies gossip. Waking up to her rubbing my back, putting curlers in her hair, dressing her for her funeral, and my final memory, feeling her rub my back to wake up about a month after she passed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dad - I remember him reading to us on Saturday afternoons until he fell asleep, he taught me to drive, one rainy afternoon he made me park for 3 or so hours until I finally got it right, weeding the garden, tending the calves, the barrel of wheat in the garage, the mustache, visits when I was in school and pining for home, driving him to and from Cedar City for surgery, giving him his pills, making sure he had eclairs, riding with his body to the cemetary and my final memory, him sitting beside me on the couch about a month after he passed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So loved, so missed. Take a moment today to remember those who are gone, and then give a hug to those who are still here that you love as well. </span><br />
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Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-81203453831975962052014-11-05T13:13:00.000-07:002014-11-05T15:31:35.082-07:00Heredity...I guess I'm more like my dad than I thought.<br />
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When I was a little girl we regularly had liver and onions because my dad would give blood and Mom was trying to get his iron back up.<br />
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Let's just be clear, I hate liver and onions to this day, however, since I was 18 years old I have given blood. I always thought it was just what you did because it was what Dad did. This year I was told I can't give blood for at least 15 years. I thought I handled it pretty well when I was told in April. <br />
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This brings us to today, the 2nd of the blood drives we have at work each year. Giving blood has been a way for me to feel close to my dad so I was feeling pretty sorry for myself and was a bit snarky about it.<br />
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Then I looked over at a bin on my desk and saw these:<br />
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For my family this will not require explanation, in fact they are probably laughing right now. For the rest of you. My father was born in 1933. He was one of 10 children. He grew up in extreme poverty. They lived in tents, the back of a pick up truck, one room shacks, chicken coops and various other assorted structures. Paper was a luxury.<br />
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Up until he died he never used a complete napkin. That was wasteful. He would take his napkin and tear it into 4 pieces, use 1 and leave the other 3 in a pile. When he passed there was a large pile of torn napkins on the table. <br />
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Thanks Dad for the memory. I love you!Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-86106525661414247932014-10-24T08:26:00.000-06:002014-10-24T08:27:04.093-06:00New Glasses & Pumpkin Painting...HT has been complaining that his eyes were burning in school lately so his mom had his eyes checked. The results are in and he needs glasses for distance. I think he's very handsome. Don't you agree?<br />
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In other news we picked up pumpkins yesterday and had a fabulous time painting them. EM is in the middle of his blue period. He says this one is a blue kitty with a black bum, bum.<br />
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HT painted an Angry Bird...<br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-46053618995363505442014-09-16T14:52:00.000-06:002014-09-16T15:07:29.085-06:00Recipe BlogsMy mom wasn't the most adventurous cook. In fact she didn't learn to cook until after she married my dad. Plus there was the fact that with 8 kids and a husband who was a student and then a pastor there wasn't much money and or room to experiment. <br />
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I didn't really start to like cooking until after she passed away. When I learned it was at a boarding school where we cooked large quantities for lots of people. Not a lot of experimentation happening there either, mostly the quick, easy and lots of it.<br />
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So, now I like to troll Recipe Blogs, it's fun finding new things to try. It's amazing to me how many people are publishing these blogs and that so many of them are taking a recipe from one blog and changing one thing, i.e. whole canned tomatoes that you cut up with scissors before you dump it out of the can instead of diced tomatoes or maybe 1/2 teaspoon of salt instead of a full teaspoon. Then they may or may not say it was "adapted from so and so" and it may or may not include a link. <br />
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What's up with that? Just once I want one of these blogs to say yeah, I didn't develop this recipe and I didn't really change it but I really liked it so I'm sharing it with you. I get that it's hard to come up with your own original recipes, but you really shouldn't be calling yourself a "recipe developer" if all you are doing is tweaking someone else's recipe. I especially find the disclaimer at the bottom disingenuous, you know the one, it says if you use my recipe please link back to my site and give me credit. <br />
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Well, I guess I'll go see if I can find something new to cook for dinner. Who knows I might blog about my "newly adapted" recipe. <br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-70636236003392618682014-09-11T08:49:00.001-06:002014-09-11T10:19:59.537-06:00It's a smile.. right?This one sat on my legs yesterday afternoon as I was trying to nap on the couch and asked me to take his picture. I told him to smile and he very firmly told he me he was smiling. <br />
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I took the picture and showed it to him and he said "see my wips are turned up". Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-89634325688249237342014-09-03T09:40:00.000-06:002014-09-03T09:40:12.286-06:00First Day of School <div dir="ltr">
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EM started back to preschool today. He gets to go 3 days a week this
year, I'm sure his mom will be wallowing a bit in all the free time
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He's so creative, it amazes me the things he makes. He sees what he wants to make in his head and makes it using ordinary household stuff. This day it was glasses made of pipe cleaners.Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-43788790842159546202014-08-18T14:50:00.000-06:002014-08-18T14:50:48.805-06:00Pythons & Kittens.A long while back the Tyrant's Mama told you that the youngest wanted to be a kitten. Well he hasn't outgrown that and in fact still meows every chance he gets.<br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-73931570239835570162014-08-17T14:21:00.000-06:002014-08-17T15:10:46.994-06:00What does it mean...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">if your sister abandons a blog you started that she took over and you pick it up again?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The past year has been incredibly full of changes. The Tyrants and their parents moved out of my basement and into their own house in November. </span><br />
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<br />Charming's Auntiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11104306976363278322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-50174870834681398932013-10-15T10:59:00.000-06:002013-10-15T11:34:41.841-06:00It's The Most Wonderful Time of the Year . . .I love Autumn. <br />
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I have always liked this time of year, cool and crisp air, hot apple cider, the explosion of color in foliage everywhere. I also now understand better why so many parents love it too. It means the kids are back in school and hopefully we can recapture some time for ourselves. Anyway that seems to be the expectation of many a stay at home mom. Yours truly included. And while I have enjoyed a few hours to myself it seems that I am not any further along on those thing that need to be done or those things that I want to do. Such is life I suppose.<br />
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So HT is enjoying first grade, his favorite subject is recess (no surprise there) and he really likes his teacher. He makes friends easily and is easy to get along with.<br />
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I must say though that he told me after the first week of school was over that he wanted to go back to Kindergarten, when I asked him why, he said that 1st grade took "<i>all day!"</i> and left him no time to play. I wanted to tell him, "Welcome to the rest of your life, son."<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-27858734470682513072013-09-10T15:26:00.000-06:002013-09-11T07:23:26.055-06:00Good Intentions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As of last weekend summer was "unofficially over". The last week of August was the first week of school and I have blogged about none of it. Not even the last day of Kindergarten, where I failed to notice that school got out early that day and a classmates mother had to pick HT up from the bus stop. My good intentions to write about it all have been lost in the busyness of summer, what with swim lessons,<br />
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VBS,<br />
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vacation,<br />
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a wedding,<br />
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anniversaries and house hunting our days are full and night time comes too soon and some days not soon enough. Not that there wasn't anything to say, just not the time to do it justice or so I have thought. I know that some of you have missed my posting and I'm pretty sure some of you have forgotten all about me. You, like me, probably like to read something of substance, or be entertained, to have a chuckle or at least something to make you think or to smile, in pictures or in words. That being said, if my stated objective in blogging is to keep an online scrapbook of sorts, I am failing miserably. And as you can see I have lots of pictures to share.<br />
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We have said good bye to friends who moved away, visited with old friends home for a weekend. <br />
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We have been to the zoo, the aquarium and countless parks.<br />
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Dipped our toes in the ocean and ran through sprinklers in the back yard. <br />
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Played pee wee baseball and watched how the big boys play. <br />
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Watched the fireworks on Independence Day and set off a few of our own. <br />
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We have traveled near and far to visit relatives and friends and I would be remiss not to thank them for their hospitality and generosity. <br />
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We truly enjoyed our time with each and every one of you and left wanting and wishing for a little more time.<br />
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I would however like to express my gratitude for my faith, family and friends, those things which sustain me.<br />
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So where do I start, how about Easter, we all like Easter don't we. Despite the ear infections, pink eye and generally feeling like crap we made a last minute decision to drive to the beach in WA state to visit some of my brothers. The love and care received made the whole trip worth the agony of the 1200 +/- mile drive. And I wouldn't have traded that for the whole world.<br />
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I rushed to find my supplies, a hat, a whoopie cushion and a trail of chocolate covered sunflower seeds. Everyone knows that leprechauns love a good joke and surely they couldn't resist chocolate. Once they snatched that cushion the hat would fall and their pot of gold would be mine. MINE, MINE, MINE. </div>
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It was with glee that I bounded up the path to set my trap. The sun decided to peek through the clouds as if to see what all the fuss was about. That was when I remembered that today was St. Patrick's day and knew that luck would be on my side. How could I fail?</div>
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I crouched behind the bushes patiently waiting, just out of sight, then I heard them again.<br />
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Several months back I agreed to participate in Amanda's (aka <a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/">Dumb Mom</a>) totally awesome blog photo chain. It works like this. A disposable camera is mailed to each participant, who takes one photo, only one and then mails it to the next person in the chain. I just happened to get it today. So we will have to wait until the camera makes its way back to Amanda to see if I was successful in capturing a leprechaun or not.<br />
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After more than a year the camera finally showed back up at <a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/">Amanda's</a> house and she got the pictures developed, but because it had taken so long and I suspect didn't turn out the way she had hoped, she didn't do anything with it until now. If you would like to see her post you can go <a href="http://parentingbydummies.com/2013/02/wordful-wednesday-the-great-photo-chain-challenge.html">here</a>.<br />
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Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-1048616963159609262013-02-15T22:21:00.002-07:002013-02-15T22:21:56.530-07:00Sugar LipsSo we all know that yesterday was Valentine's Day or as some of my friends like to call it "Single Awareness Day".<br />
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Today its cold and we have an inversion so its smoggy as well. We did have some freezing rain yesterday, but it wasn't enough to scour out the valley, so I can't believe I am saying this, but I really want a storm to blow through and give us some relief from the poor air.<br />
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Today TR goes to see a specialist about his vision. Seems like the meds he has been prescribed for RA could be negatively affecting his vision, not good for a dump truck driver. We would appreciate your prayers.<br />
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Today HT had pajama day at school and couldn't have been more thrilled. Seems to me that maybe this might be why some people think wearing your pj's in public is acceptable. I'm not a big fan of pajama day in school.<br />
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And EM . . well today he peed his pants and is now naked from the waist down. I'm going to have to do something about that . . and just when I think I have him potty trained. <br />
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That's what the boys call them, not bunk beds but "bunker" beds. Just in case you were wondering.<br />
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So yeah, we set up the bunk bed we have had in the garage for several years, figured it was about time, since EM has just about outgrown the toddler bed. I keep pushing down on his head but he refuses to stop growing. Beside HT has been begging us to set them up for months.<br />
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I had been given the "Cars" panel and this is what I came up with to make it fit on a twin size bed, it measures 68 x 84 and I backed it with a very cozy flannel. I thought it turned out quite nice and he likes it too. <br />
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One of these days I may dust off my mad decorating skillz and make them matching blankets.<br />
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Ta ta for now!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-21689244032047766862013-01-13T18:19:00.000-07:002013-01-13T18:19:13.688-07:00Christmas PicturesBecause I can.<br />
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Aw Christmas, its the most wonderful time of the year, at least that's what I have always heard, some are good, some are great and some . . . not so much. This year was pretty nice all things considered. The boys sure had fun and I didn't get too stressed so I would say Christmas 2012 was good. Some of us spent the whole day in our pajamas.<br />
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The Christmas Eve service at church was very entertaining as always with the kids doing the "impromptu" live nativity. All are included. EM pretty much thought he should be a part of everything everywhere and was all over the stage during the whole thing.<br />
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Every time they lit the candle at church during advent he wanted to have the fire.<br />
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HT "sang" in the children's choir so EM thought he should be up there too.<br />
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Even Papa got in on the act, since none of the children wanted to play the donkey that carried Mary, he volunteered. This is a man who isn't afraid to make himself look foolish for the sake of his children. A man recently diagnosed with RA and in considerable pain on his hands and knees for the sake of the children. I do love him so. I'm pretty sure he enjoyed himself also.</div>
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New Years was spent with the boys early to bed along with their papa who had a nasty cold, that is still lingering, and I sat up by myself, sewing, binding a quilt actually until at least 10:00pm. We sure do know how to ring in the new year, don't we?!<br />
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It seems that, especially at this time of year, everyone has a list, whatever it may be we put it on a list. Whether we shop for groceries or Sub for Santa, we all have our lists. Our children have a list for Santa. We adults have a list of things to do, preparations to make, places to go, for groceries, gifts to buy and a list of bills to be paid. We spend a lot of time stressing over our lists, we cross one thing off and then add another two. In our efforts to do it all we wear ourselves out, we become discouraged, that perfect moment we hope for is elusive and often lost in our own exhaustion and sometime short temper. We convince ourselves that if we can just do it all, everything will be all right, but it rarely turns out the way we thought it would or should because we are trying to live up to a standard that is only possible with a screenwriters imagination and a Hollywood budget.</div>
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So this Christmas I would like to offer you a different list, my list, a gratitude list. Rather than focusing on what I think needs to be done, I'm going to focus on what has been done for me.</div>
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Things that I am grateful for, the gifts in the ordinary things that I so often overlook in all my busyness.</div>
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<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a love note on the mirror in the morning</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">an early morning cuddle with a boy or two</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a kiss on the cheek</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">clean sheets on the bed</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">an old fashioned game of Scrabble</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a humble winner and a gracious loser</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a boy remembering his brother when a treat is offered</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a sister, whose door is always open</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">a willing babysitter</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">brothers who defend me</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">the delight a boy takes in Winnie the Pooh</li>
<li style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px;">the first day of Kindergarten</li>
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Forgiveness our greatest need, the greatest gift given in our savior, that gift we all so desperately need but all too often fail to ask for or to offer.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-32484795743223514632012-12-23T19:47:00.001-07:002012-12-24T12:34:05.190-07:00A Caroling We WentWhen we were kids, nearly every year at Christmas time Dad and Mom would pile all eight of us in the car and take us christmas caroling to folks they knew, family, friends, those from church and sometimes my Dads co-workers. Being one of the littlest I didn't always understand or appreciate my parents need to bless those folks. I was also a shy and introspective child and sometimes resented being put at the center of attention and asked to perform. Mom would spend the day baking and we would deliver a loaf of fresh bread and a jar of homemade jam along with our singing.<br />
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The other littles decided to dance while we sang.<br />
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And that pretty much meant that EM had to be Luigi.<br />
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I must admit they did look stinkin' cute in their costumes and it pretty much put a smile on the face of all who saw them.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-9284914234365075842012-12-19T09:29:00.002-07:002012-12-21T22:37:58.051-07:00Happy Birthday AgainBefore we leave the birthday wishes I wanted to post a few more photos. We did actually sing to the boys on their actual birthday's.<br />
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EM's birthday was the sixth and rather than making a cake we used the leftover cupcakes from the party. Three is such a cute age and I am really loving watching him grow, I just wish I could keep him little awhile longer. <br />
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He thought the candle was candy and took a bite out of it after he blew out the candle and then didn't eat the cupcake.<br />
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HT's birthday was on the seventh and he asked if I would make him his very own birthday cake so I did. Don't you just love my frosting job?! I ought to be on "Cake Boss" or something, don't ya think!?<br />
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I ran out of the white frosting and had to finish with the green. He loved it any way and loved being the center of attention.<br />
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I do love this boy!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120357547434445892.post-33213044650266841182012-12-14T18:45:00.000-07:002012-12-14T18:45:31.228-07:00Happy Birthday to You and You and You and You and MeThere now we are caught up through November 24th. Well sort of, I may re-hash Halloween and Thanksgiving, but that's another post.<br />
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So since I last posted a lot has been going on or at least it seems like a lot, or I could just be making excuses for ignoring this blog and the pleas for another post. I don't know why you people stick around.<br />
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Anyway . . . way back in September we celebrated my sisters birthday and it was a big one, not that I'm telling or anything but there was a 5 and a 0 involved. Not that she looks a day over 39 again.<br />
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Then in October we celebrated EM's third birthday and HT's sixth birthday. We had one big party for the both of them and invited both friends and family.<br />
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We also celebrated my boy's Grandpas seventieth birthday, but looking back through the pictures I failed to get a single one. We had the lovely privilege of having he and Grandma here for the occasion.<br />
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And my birthday . . well my birthday was spent very nicely. Hubs took me out for a romantic dinner and the best part is that Amex picked up the tab in a round about way, you see it was their "Shop Local" saturday campaign so we ate at a local restaurant, spent at least $25 and will get a $25 credit on our next bill. Fabulous!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08463045745660696490noreply@blogger.com0