tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35661689125967318362024-03-13T21:44:37.534-07:00this journey called life...and the crazy fun that comes with it!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-37469578294729323732011-08-12T07:07:00.000-07:002011-08-12T07:07:15.307-07:00i'm still here.....I decided that I better post on this thing so blogger doesnt kick me off for inactivity! <br />
Around here, we are gearing up for school, as I am sure everyone else is doing! Yesterday I spent several hours shopping for school supplies for 5! That takes a toll for sure. One your patience, and certainly on your checkbook! But I am excited because this is the earliest I have been completely ready for school to start ever. Everything has been purchased, sorted, labled, and put into backpacks. <br />
Every year before school I go through my kids' room(s) and purge. Am I alone in this? I want them to start the school year organized, so I purge toys, clothes, trash.....holy cow, I threw 2 1/2 bags of trash away last night from the girl's room! Crazy-ness!<br />
Toward the end of last year, we had a 21 year old girl move in for a while and that put my four youngest in one room for the summer. It worked out fine because of summer, but she moved out last week and my oldest decided to move into that room and I moved my 10 year old into the oldest child's old room. The great thing about changing rooms is that EVERYTHING is clean! That is what I always loved about moving! In any case....I have just a few small things to complete today and all my girls will be completely ready for school!<br />
I have been crazy busy with work, summer activities, and softball. My hubby and I started playing co-ed softball. It started with a church league, and now we are playing on the city rec league. We just signed up to do Friday night co-ed AND Sunday night church co-ed. Added to that....we just signed our 10 year old up for softball, so at some point she will have practice and then her games will be on Saturdays! I think we might have lost it!<br />
Keep you posted!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-79359962099369229742010-10-27T07:15:00.000-07:002010-10-27T07:15:49.574-07:00ok corrie....top this!So, it seems as though lately I only post if it's someone's birthday or I have poop story. Well, since I live to serve....here you go. (and no, it's not anyone's birthday)<br />
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I cant remember if I posted about the cats we aquired for Christmas last year, but in the event that I did not, I will tell you. Last year, we decided to get the girls a cat for Christmas because they had been asking for one. Well, a friend had two cats they were looking to give away. They were sort of fostering these two sister cats and we were like, cool....they are older cats so my little girls couldnt hurt them, they were already declawed in the front, so no worries about the furniture...however....these two girls were rescued from a crack house. So, they are a little skiddish. They have not acclimated to our hectic, loud house really well. But, for the most part, it had been working out. Fast forward to this month.....<br />
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My oldest is in charge of the cat box. She is supposed to scoop it everyday, add litter when neccessary, all that good stuff. Well, she went a day without scooping, and one of the cats, in retalliation, pee'd and pooped on her bed. Argh. She has a brand new mattress....now has cat pee on it. I had a talk with A about it, and helped her to understand that she cant skip. So...a few days later, the cat did it again! I am livid by now, because that is just gross. The next morning I woke up....cat poop on the couch. (the only thing that saved that cat's life is it didnt pee on the couch), then I get a text later in the day....that stinking cat pooped and peed on my daughter's bed AGAIN and this time, sat right next to it until the girl came home from school. Ok....now, I am so ticked off I cant stand it. I told my husband, I'm done, get rid of them....the very next day, one of my little girls comes in and tells me there is poop on MY bed! By now, I know which cat it is, so I go find her, and chunk her out the back door. She cried and cried at the back door and window all day until, a visitor here accidentally let her in. I thought, ok, well maybe she learned her lesson. Nope! Next morning, poop on the bed again. So, the cat was thrown out. She is now an outside cat until I decide what to do with her. And let me tell you....she is NOT a happy camper. She keeps giving me dirty looks, and wont come to me unless I am feeding her. But jeez! Would YOU leave a cat in your house that maliciously poops on beds??? I seriously doubt it. I am sorry, but that just does not sit well with me. <br />
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I dont know what it is about my house that children and animals think it is an open toilet. Thankfully, the kids have grown out of it.....now what to do about the pets????kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-6726092627464558332010-07-07T12:19:00.000-07:002010-07-07T12:20:01.342-07:00hey, hey...its my birfday!and sis in law's bday too! happy birthday corrie! <br />
I am doing a little work today....as you can tell:) and later, I will be going to see Eclipse (finally) with some wonderful friends! My sweet, sweet husband brought me a starbucks frap this morning, and my other sis in law brought me a yummy iced coffee as well, so I am all hyped up on caffine! Then I got breakfast in bed by my hubby...and my kiddos have been making me cards and gifts all day. All in all, I say its a great day! I've gotten to talk to my mom, my dad, my grandmother, one of my brothers, and my oldest called me from her dad's. Lots of fb happy birthdays, and texts! I am a very blessed woman!<br />
Hope you are having a fabulous Wednesday!!! TTYL!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-89712280458850069172010-07-03T14:10:00.000-07:002010-07-03T14:10:12.819-07:00a lot of nothing....a few posts back, i reminded myself to take some time for myself....not get too busy. yeah. that didnt really work out. Things are endlessly crazy around here, but you know. I kind of love it. I guess I cant truly say that i havent taken some time for myself. I have been reading. Which, if you have children, you know is next to impossible. especially if you are like me and have a really hard time doing the mundane things like feeding your kids when you are lost in another world. my poor hub. i wont pick up a book tonight because I know he misses me:( <br />
I worked yesterday for 6 hours, got to my sis in law's house to pick up the kids, and she was having a crazy, frazzled day, so i finished curling her hair for her (she was going out to dinner) and about an hour later, loaded up my crazy crew plus the 3 nephews and headed home. A while later, I picked up the book, "The Wedding", and about midnight I put it down again. That was an awesome book. I completely lost myself in the story, and well, it was just happy. <br />
Right now, i am putting off going to the grocery store. I just dont want to. so, instead, i decided to blog. poor you.<br />
there is so much going on, but i truly do need to go to the store, then I have a few hours of work to do tonight. the fun never ends. <br />
by the way....i miss my oldest pretty bad right now. She spends 6 weeks of the summer at her dad's and every year i miss her more. I just realized the other day that I only have four more years of her living at home. She will go off to college and then her tirme will really be divided. ~sigh~ not looking forward to that.<br />
Also, on another note....i think i am a lucky blogger. I read a few others, and they tend to get hate mail...crazy, i know. especially when they are just blogging about their lives....no big polictical or religious posts....just life! but a while back, I posted regarding a nasty little coward who anonymously posted something in my comments tht I rejected. and wouldnt you know....they have never commented again! hehehe...little coward. guess they lost their audience! For those of you who <strong>do</strong> post on my blog. Thanks for taking the time to read, even tho my posts are few and far between right now, and this one doesnt have any poo or vomiting stories. I will work on that for you.:)kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-16447051915704368412010-05-21T17:00:00.000-07:002010-05-21T17:00:17.944-07:00shockin two days, my oldest daughter will be 14. How the CRAP did that happen???? Man, o man....I am excited for her, and happy that she is a healthy, thriving, sweet, sensitive, smart, capable young lady.....but....what happened to my baby????<br />
I'm gonna go cry now. More later..............kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-77330261030404032152010-04-16T20:52:00.000-07:002010-04-16T20:52:31.443-07:00~sigh~Life is crazy these days....full of chores, making sure the girls read enough, fixing dinner, working, laundry, running too and fro.....I drove 100 miles today alone for work. I'm tired. So, I actually sat down this evening for the first time in weeks to do nothing. I stole a book from my daughter's bookshelf and tuned out the craziness around me for a while. It was great. Cant forget to take a little time for yourself, or your life will whiz by you in an instant and you will be too tired to remember it. ~this is a reminder to me. Love, Me~kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-28380934781024715192010-03-22T20:32:00.000-07:002010-03-22T20:32:49.756-07:00What must it be like???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyR7pFtsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wvi86LzycAM/s1600-h/ray+and+jess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyR7pFtsI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wvi86LzycAM/s320/ray+and+jess.jpg" /></a></div>To be in heaven, singing with the angels....that is where my sweet, sweet uncle Ray is now. As of today, his suffering here on this earth is over, and he is singing songs with Jesus. How sweet that must be! <br />
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I have some wonderful memories of this man. I've know him forever. He was a father figure to my own father, and many, many of my childhood memories include him and my aunt Jessie. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>First and foremost, he was a pastor ~ in my lifetime, I've sat under his ministry, I've worshiped with him. Learned from him, laughed with him...even laughed at him! 2 things I will always remember about him. 1. He loved RC cola! That was his "drink of choice" he LOVED it. 2. I used to get the biggest kick out of him, sitting on the platform at church, leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, mic in hand, and just worshiping. He loved to worship the Lord. I loved to watch him.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyPoOPUDI/AAAAAAAAANw/-MY3yroH64o/s1600-h/ray+singing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyPoOPUDI/AAAAAAAAANw/-MY3yroH64o/s320/ray+singing.jpg" /></a></div> His worship was always so very sincere. And I dont care how well you sing, if your worship is not sincere, what is the point of it? <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyJNv67uI/AAAAAAAAANg/i7P9lWvd6OI/s1600-h/uncle+ray.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyJNv67uI/AAAAAAAAANg/i7P9lWvd6OI/s320/uncle+ray.jpg" /></a></div>He was also a very loving, and caring man....and funny. My dad and I used to go eat breakfast with him in the mornings at this tiny little cafe in a small town in Oklahoma where he pastored a church. Until that point, I did not know just how funny he was. But, this guy....he had a sense of humor. Oh yes....if my dad or my brother reads this....all I am gonna say is "melon". HA! You will know what that means! Those early morning breakfasts let me in on a side of him that, as a child, I did not know before, and I will cherish those memories forever ~ I almost feel like I was let in on a secret, as most of the time, it was just me, dad, and uncle Ray. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyMpuJuUI/AAAAAAAAANo/AA2ujYUTYh0/s1600-h/uncle+ray+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6gyMpuJuUI/AAAAAAAAANo/AA2ujYUTYh0/s320/uncle+ray+2.jpg" width="196" /></a></div>It also feels strange calling him uncle Ray, since for most of my life to me, he was uncle Maynard. But, no matter the name, he was always the same. Strong, masculine, gentle, loving, giving, kind, protective, christ-like. That is who he was to me. I will always love you Uncle Maynard Ray Pugh! Party it up in heaven with your brand new body! ~kimberlykimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-25077882631321215042010-03-18T13:43:00.000-07:002010-03-18T13:47:33.752-07:00its sad but true....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6KQuSC5rbI/AAAAAAAAANY/GiPVNCbWCTg/s1600-h/superstickies%282%29.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S6KQuSC5rbI/AAAAAAAAANY/GiPVNCbWCTg/s400/superstickies%282%29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450077623864110514" border="0" /></a>Working from home has it's advantages, and disadvantages.<br /><br />Advantage: I get to work in my pj's<br />Disadvantage: I pretty much work in my pj's every day.<br /><br />Advantage: Brushing my hair and putting on makeup is optional<br />Disadvantage: I usually pull my hair into a ponytail or a clip and I never wear makeup<br /><br />Advantage: I always get to be here when my kids get home from school<br />Disadvantage: I am ALWAYS here when my kids get home from school (hehehe)<br /><br />you get the point.kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-82188147171761575832010-03-16T21:41:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:52:02.374-07:00what the poo is happening here?????Holy bifocals! what the heck is happening to me????<br /><br />first: my kid will be in high school next year (refer to my last post)<br /><br />second: I am starting to hold things away from my face to be able to see!! What?!? I just laughed at my daddy for doing that like, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dont</span> know...<span style="font-style: italic;">yesterday</span>!!! <br /><br />Seriously folks. I have not been able to see since the 6<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Th</span> grade. I sat in the back of the class and my friend wrote down what was on the board <span style="font-style: italic;">every single day</span>. It never even <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occurred</span> to me to ask why she could see it and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn't</span>, until Mrs. Teacher caught her passing me "notes" in class. We were just about to get our hands smacked with the ruler until she realized it was the assignments. Promptly was I taken to the good ole' eye doc who looked at me like I was nuts. "uh, you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">didn't</span> realize that your <span style="font-weight: bold;">BLIND</span>???" nope. until he gave me those gloriously hideous glasses. Great balls of fire! I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">didn't</span> even realize that trees had<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> individual leaves</span>! I thought they were all just big lumps of green like my 7 year old draws. So, for years I have worn glasses and contacts, and now all of a sudden, I am taking my glasses off to read things up close, and with my contacts....yep...out the arm goes and I am making those crazy faces you see the "older folks" make, trying my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">darnedest</span> to read that tiny writing. <br /><br />I will never laugh at you again dad. This is me....crying in my bifocals.....kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-46629239349032660622010-03-12T12:13:00.001-08:002010-03-12T12:27:34.359-08:00dance like theres no tomorrowso....my oldest is going to try out for the drill team....yikes!<br /><br />A) I'm having a hard time with the fact that she is STARTING HIGH SCHOOL!!!!<br /><br />B) hello! i am NOT old enough to have a highschooler!!!!<br /><br />C) Hello! I am NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A HIGH SCHOOLER!!!!<br /><br />actually, that statement is far from the truth because my mom was 30 when I started high school and I am, well.....uh.....definately older than that!<br />But still......high school? really? already?? Add to that my youngest will be starting kindergarten! I will have no kids home! (yay!)...not really. I am actually sad about that. for now. we will see if that changes once I am free to run naked thru the house between the hours of 7:15 and 3:15!! heheh....<br /><br />Anyway...back to drill team. Did you know that it is ridiculously expensive to entertain crowds of people at football games using the medium of dance? yes....it is $835.50 to be a part of the drill team. And DO NOT forget that .50....because that is one less can of coke I get to purchase. Is it me or is this just nuts?? I get it. they need costumes, boots, hats, gobs of makeup, etc....i know! But dang! it is either....I take up a second job and my hubster gets a few more jobs to pay for this, or she does not get the experience. SUCKS! And, I will do whatever it takes to come up with that money, because, well, thats what we do. But ok...again. DANG! <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">$835.50?????</span> Can I get a detailed summary of exactly what our taxes pay for?????kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-9081771147876037582010-02-13T07:21:00.001-08:002010-02-13T09:20:01.848-08:00snow!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bbbq1syXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EMc41ueIfTw/s1600-h/DSCN1765.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bbbq1syXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EMc41ueIfTw/s400/DSCN1765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437774868498925938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bbbKyFaOI/AAAAAAAAANI/GT9PKdeeTBg/s1600-h/DSCN1746.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bbbKyFaOI/AAAAAAAAANI/GT9PKdeeTBg/s400/DSCN1746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437774859893827810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3baTjz0mBI/AAAAAAAAANA/XFuCxN7PT9c/s1600-h/DSCN1755.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3baTjz0mBI/AAAAAAAAANA/XFuCxN7PT9c/s400/DSCN1755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437773629661419538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bUbQdRSgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4XSggtC881g/s1600-h/DSCN1754.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bUbQdRSgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4XSggtC881g/s400/DSCN1754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437767164835744258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hello Dallas! I am snow! Nice to meet you!<br /><br />Yes, yes....I know that you up north of us are sick, sick, sick of snow....but....I am going to enjoy this beautiful, pure, white-ness called snow until its gone!<br /><br />We had so.much.fun!<br /><br />The dog even gave up her usual lazieness to actually run. Yes, she ran in the snow. over and over and over! Chased the kids, did some laps around the yard...crazy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bIGnMHorI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ndcOtueYQVM/s1600-h/DSCN1775.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bIGnMHorI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ndcOtueYQVM/s400/DSCN1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437753616021037746" border="0" /></a><br />Can you tell that my J loves this dog? She is crazy about her, and will take any and every opportunity to seize a photo op with the pooch!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bHNnaOBDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9TC1CdjrG7g/s1600-h/DSCN1747.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bHNnaOBDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/9TC1CdjrG7g/s400/DSCN1747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437752636827632690" border="0" /></a>We built a snowman....twice! We built him first thing that morning, but he fell over. So, my sis in law and the nephews came over to play and we rebuilt him. The medal on the nose was their idea! The kids also built a "Patrick" snowman in the back yard! They are so creative! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bGXKcSuBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c9nVAUF6E0Y/s1600-h/DSCN1795.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bGXKcSuBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/c9nVAUF6E0Y/s400/DSCN1795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437751701338765330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bGW-AVB4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jXsytNIEW5I/s1600-h/DSCN1793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/S3bGW-AVB4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/jXsytNIEW5I/s400/DSCN1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437751698000250754" border="0" /></a><br />My kiddos are crazy about the snow, and apparently, we had record snowfalls in a single storm here in the DFW area! I can tell you this much....this is the most snow I can ever remember seeing here! I have seen more snow in Kansas, but only a few times, although I know they have gotten alot of snow this year. But, here is my thought. I live in Texas. You know....the south....warm climate....super-duper hot summers....ya, you get the idea. If we have to endure the cold....we might as well get some snow. It is way better than just cold rain! So....I intend to fully enjoy all the snow I can get!<br /><br />So, the last few pictures on this post are the views out of my bedroom windows and from my backyard. This is what we woke up to yesterday, after we played in the snow 3 different times the day before....we had the yard all torn up with our playing, and as it kept snowing, it was beautiful again!<br /><br />I see such beauty in the snow. Pure, fresh, clean. How could anyone deny the love our God has for us in this beauty. Yes, outside of our "little world" terrible things are happening. I know this. But in the midst of the terrible, we can find beauty. Even if the beauty is fleeting....like the snow.kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-25487176340998195972010-02-04T12:53:00.000-08:002010-02-04T12:54:11.225-08:00i cant believe i did it!so, I am now done with my 10 day cleanse, and I have to say.....I never thought I'd make it. But I did, and I feel great. So there!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-31753581548938137442010-02-02T19:05:00.000-08:002010-02-02T19:15:32.085-08:00Day 9 and feelin fine!Especially since I just took a nap! Not even on purpose! I sat down after dinner to watch the news and passed straight out. What the heck?!? I wasnt even tired. Or....apparently I was. But, I have to tell you. I was so very much looking forward to today. Today was salad day. I munched on some avacado and carrots earlier while I was working, and I fixed the family taco salad for dinner, and I had the salad part, with homemade vinegar and oil dressing~yummy~ it was a small salad, and I barely made it through. How do I feel. Well, to be honest, I kinda feel like UGH! I am so full, and I ate FOUR hours ago!!!! How does <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span> make me feel? ~YIPEE!!!~ It makes me very excited because that was the whole point of this entire fast! I wanted to get to the point that I was <span style="font-style: italic;">satisfied </span>eating smaller portions. Where I didnt <span style="font-style: italic;">want </span>to eat the crappy food. And let me tell you. It will be slow going for me as far as the food is concerned. <br />Tomorrow is my twins' birthday, and for 9 days, I have not had one sweet thing. I am making chocolate and funfetti cupcakes, and we shall see if I eat one. I might eat a bite. I dont even know at this point if I could make it through a whole one!<br />Well, I am off to bed. Happy eating!!!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-3722257970275920852010-02-01T06:10:00.000-08:002010-02-01T06:16:29.690-08:00Day Eight....can you even believe it???Oh My Goodness! I cannot even believe that I have made it this far! The longest I have ever survived any kind of diet/change of eating habits was when I did weight watchers several years ago. I did that for a year. But I was able to eat....and surpisingly, eat well. I think weight watchers is great. But, fasting for 10 days???? I never thought I'd make it. I will say that one motivator is that I have lost 2 inches in the waist. yipee.....now the hard part is going to be keeping it off. yes, I know.... but I am gonna work on it.<br /><br />As for now, today is Orange juice day. You have to come off this fast slowly. And when you havent eaten in 8 days, your digestive tract is very, very rested and has to be "brought back to life" slowly. So....today, OJ....tomorrow, OJ and some raw veggies and maybe a light salad for dinner. Wednesday....food! yeah!!!!<br /><br />Anyhow, I am very proud of me and my sis in law....we both have made it this far, and I cant see either one of us failing at this point! Yeah US!!!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-37547421387425537082010-01-28T18:18:00.000-08:002010-01-28T18:27:39.711-08:00day fourwell, its day four, and I was fine all day long....i had energy. I was fine without food. Then...it was dinner time. yeah. So, last night, my hubby grilled bbq chicken and I made the kids some mashed potatos...well, chicken did not get finished in time to feed the kids before church, so I ended up giving them some hot dogs and mashed potatos real quick. I know...healthy, right? Well, sorry. I was in a hurry. Anyhow....my oldest ate a piece of chicken after church. Then hubby and youngest had some for lunch, theeeennnnn......he had to heat everything up and feed the kids, because, I can forgive the first two times I had to smell the decliciousness that was the bbq chicken completely filling my entire house, but, when it came to dinner and I had not eaten for four days....well, I wanted to crack. So....instead of cracking, he took care of dinner from start to finish and I locked myself in my bedroom and folded laundry. Let me tell you...I got a LOT of laundry done. Sheets washed and beds remade....everyone has plenty of clean underware, socks, shirts, and pants. ~sigh~ now its 8:30 and I am still hungry. But...after I come off this fast correctly (you have to do it slowly and carefully) my sister in law and I are going to cantino laredo for some especially yummy portabella mushroom and goat cheese enchiladas. Oh, dont wrinkle your nose! They are sooooooo goooood! Rolled up with some kind of spicy sauce on a bed of baby spinich and some crispy veggies on the side. <br />No...I do not intend to eat like that all the time, but come on....no meat....and some very yummy stuff wrapped in a corn tortillia....who could ask for more. Now, I am going to drink some water because my mouth is WATERING!!!!!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-61569627061944780422010-01-27T11:10:00.001-08:002010-01-27T11:16:20.422-08:00day 3I am now on day three of my cleanse/fast. I must say that I did not believe I would make it even this far, but I am just two days away from half way!!! That I made it through the first day was amazing. The only things that have been an issue for me thus far (besides the desire to shove every kind of food in my mouth) that I have experienced is that I am really sleepy. I have to sit down <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> more than normal, but I am thinking that will pass after the first several days...I had a major headache, due to the lack of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">caffeine</span> I am sure, but that passed and basically, the only other thing is, I am getting very familiar with all the things in my bathroom....well, that is to be expected. It is a cleanse, after all! <br />So, I am happy I have made it this far, and I am excited to accomplish this 10 day thing. My hubby commented on how proud he was of me and how good I was doing and that was nice. My daughter even offered to do it with me to give me support, but I told her no. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dont</span> think it would be a good idea for her. She is only 13 and very, very thin. <br />On the other hand....cooking might fly out the window! I made a yummy (smelling) chicken and pasta dish for dinner last night for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fam</span>. It smelled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">soooooo</span> good in my house, I almost had to leave=/<br />Stay tuned for more.....kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-43886033386148867612010-01-26T07:29:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:43:17.939-08:00i've lost my mind.....So, I meant to get a post up here yesterday for the big "DAY ONE!!!", however....I (at first) was too busy, then I was just too tired. So, here I am today for the big, "DAY TWO!!"<br /><br />Whatever are you rambling about?, you ask....well....I (and two, possibly four) of my friends have started a 10 day cleanse/fast. Have you heard of The Master Cleanse? Well, a few members of my family did this a while back, and in conversing with them about it, and having one too many discussions with some other friends about parasites and worms, several of us have decided to give it a shot. <br />I am ashamed to say that I have never fasted before. Our church has been thru some church wide fasts, but I have not participated. I'm not too sure why, other than the fact that I never really believed I could make it through. But.....I am determined to do this. Yesterday, I failed miserably at what I planned to do as far as getting through the tough part. I planned to get my bible and my notebook out and read and write when it got tough.....yesterday, i failed at that. Instead, I curled up on the couch and watched tv and dozed off.....I was really tired! I am sure that the combo of no coffee, no soda, no food is what made me so sleepy...and this morning, wow...I was up for about an hour and I hit a wall of sleepy-ness!! I could not.keep.my.eyes.open.<br />I have read all the "symptoms" and I think I am prepared for them....we shall see. In any event, it is my goal today to spend some time reading my bible and praying and writing a bit. I know that the only way I will make it 10 days with not food, while still having to prepare meals for the rest of my family, is to pray, pray, pray. And it helps to do this with someone else. My two girls are rooting for me, and I for them....<br />So, for now...day one down! Bring on day two!!!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-18721029564348695442010-01-19T12:31:00.000-08:002010-01-19T12:45:17.050-08:00pondering.......So....I rarely use my blog to vent about other people.....honestly, I really dont have that much to say about what other people do to me because I usually just blow it off and dont dwell on it. However....today is another story. I've been sitting here wondering if I should respond, how to respond if I do and also, how to find out who to punch in the face. So, just to give you a general idea.....if you are a reader of my blog, you know that I usually write about funny or gross things that happen around here....and really...I just write for myself. Not for anyone in particular, though it does make me happy that other people read. And, I have never, no not once, gotten an ugly comment. Until the other day. I wrote my funny little poop water post, and then another silly thing that my daughter said, and I log into my account a day or two later and lo and behold, I have a comment to moderate. Usually, this makes me giddy. Not this time. Someone, and I have an idea of who it was, but am not 100% sure because the coward left the message as anonymous...yes, I just called you a coward.....anyway, left a very personal comment on my blog....and it was. not. nice. And....to top it off, it wasnt even about me, or my blog....it was about something that is personal, and something that I dont want advertised.....and the comment was very obviously left as a jab at my family. And, I was going to just forget about it. I deleted it and said to myself....what a jerk, and left it at that. But today.....as I logged onto my account again, I wondered if I would see another jab.....I did not. But it pissed me off altogether again. So....here is me...putting it out there. You can be a coward if you like and jab, jab, jab at my family all you want....but guess what....whoop-de-do. Are you perfect? Have you ever made mistakes? Oh, and by the way....you call yourself a christian.....yep...that was reeeeaaaallllll Jesus-like. Got any guts? Say something to my face. But I bet you wont. I bet you wont ever say anything. Cuz that's how cowards roll. How sad for you to be a coward....How sad.<br />Well, that's all I got! Back to happy for me. I will let the coward roll around in their own kind of poo.....I'd rather deal with the kind I can wash off!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-28648182863415753442010-01-06T16:17:00.000-08:002010-01-06T16:32:51.198-08:00for corrie......<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> girl...how interesting that I should read your comment at the precise moment I am currently laughing at something and signed into my blog because I "have GOT to blog this!"<br /><br />Tonight, we are sitting here in the living room. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">don't</span> have any cable, so we are very limited in what we are watching these days...*<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">side note</span>: not a bad thing:)...and Luke, Jordan, and Peyton are sitting here watching Ace <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ventura</span> 2 while I am working on the computer. Well...I <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>working! So....its the beginning of the movie, and if you have not seen this movie, I will give you a very brief synopsis because it pertains to the story.<br />Ace, while trying to rescue a raccoon from a mountain top, loses his grip on the animal and it falls to its death, therefore leading him to go live with monks due to his grief and guilt. Someone comes to get him from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">monastery</span> for a job and while on the plane to the job, the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">stewardess</span> says to him, "Nuts?" His reply is something close to, "no thanks, I have one...." and she says to him, "NO...Nuts?" while holding out a bag of peanuts. .....the movie goes to commercial and Jordan climbs on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Luke's</span> lap and asks a few questions about what happened to the raccoon...while explaining, Luke also explained about the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">monastery</span> and why he went to live there....her reply....."is that what happened to him then? because he was really smart and then something happened because he forgot what nuts are"<br />Maybe you had to be there, but it took me a good long time to stop laughing under my breath.<br />Luke just picked her up and said, "oh, my sweet Jordan....my sweet, innocent little baby girl"<br />I love having kids....it is never, ever boring!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-64178935549518922072009-12-21T19:32:00.000-08:002009-12-21T19:55:25.054-08:00because its my job to gross everyone out......here is a snapshot of my day...**disclaimer: this is not, I repeat <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT</span> for the squeamish**<br /><br />If you have been a reader of my blog....you know I have some pretty gross stories to tell regarding poop, puke, and other bodily fluids. I realize it has been a very long time since I have blogged...and for that, I apologize. However, if you find yourself in need of a good laugh today, then by all means, have a good belly laugh at my expense......<br /><br />so....I got up this morning on a mission. I emptied the dishwasher, refilled it with the few dishes that were in the sink, made the girl's some cereal and put on a pot of coffee. As the girl's were bringing me their bowls, MR comes back into the kitchen from the living room with the news that "someone pooped in the living room, I think." <span style="font-style: italic;"> WHAT????</span> That has not been an issue for a while now, since my youngest just turned 5! However, since it has been pretty cold at night we have been letting the dog in with the strictest of instructions to lay by the back door only. And usually....she complies. Mind you, this dog is like 5 years old, and has been potty trained since about 4 months. She has the rarest of accidents and only when there is no other option, she poops in the house. This was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">definitely</span> one of those times and when I went to check it out, she had apparently had an upset tummy, because it was not just poop, but...yes, you guessed it....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">diarrhea</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">yay</span>. <br />so...I send everyone out so no one gets sick and get to work. Of course, she had to poop on the carpet and not the hardwood..why is that anyway??? I just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> get it. But, whatever, it had to be cleaned, and since I am the mom, the job falls to me. So, like I said, I get to work. I get the biggest portion of it cleaned up and break out the carpet shampooer. ~by the way...whoever decided to make those little angelic pieces of heaven deserves a great reward~ so.....I work and work until the bucket is full and I have to empty it. Yes....here is where the unfortunate events begin to unfold. <br />I am on my way to the bathroom, gingerly holding my bucket of poo water...carefully walking so as not to spill a drop. One of my twins passes me in the hall and accidentally drops a princess hat right in front of me.....I step on said princess hat and slip. Shall I go on? right. I cant leave you hanging. Of course, as I slip, I lose the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cautious</span> grip I have on the bucket of poo water and I watch as, in slow motion, the bucket of poo water flies through the air, lands on the floor, the lid pops off and stinky, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">disgusting</span>, foul, awful poo water not just spills, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">splashes</span> EVERYWHERE!!!! All over the hall floor, the bathroom floor, the walls, the doors, the baseboards, and yes....all over me. <br />I am pretty sure I have not screamed like that ever. Not even during childbirth. Not ever. <br />My hubby comes flying around the corner and stops in his tracks. He thought I was hurt, but when he rounded the corner and saw what he saw, he turned on his heels and headed out. quick like. <br />Needless to say, I spent another hour cleaning up the floors, walls, doors, and then back to the carpet....then I got to go take a shower. That was about 12 hours ago, and the smell of stinky, putrid poo water is still burned into my nose hairs. <br />Anyone out there have a cure for that? If so, I'd sure like to hear it. I think most of it is in my head. All day long, the only thing I see when I close my eyes is that bucket of poo water flying through the air. <br />I am sure it could have been worse. 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I am so stinking busy, I cant seem to keep my focus. I need a good course in balancing things. But....one thing I am looking forward to.....school is starting in two weeks!!!! Now....I was very, very excited that summer was here at the end of last school year...and it has been a busy, crazy, fun summer. We have gotten alot accomplished, and I got to reconnect with my kiddos after working full time for a year and a half. But now....I am ready for school to start. And so are my kids! They miss their friends, and their teachers....and I think the miss the structure of the school year. We are pretty lax around here in the summer....we... scratch that... they sleep in a little in the summer, and stay up late....they play games and swim...you know, the normal stuff. but we are all ready to start back up with the structure. I know I am....Working from home is just as hard sometimes as working away from home. Just in a different way. I seem to have a hard time balancing between working at my computer and cleaning my house....:) It is feast or famine with both....lol...but...my kiddos have been working hard to earn money to put in their banks, so that has been a big help. Anyone who has more than one child knows, however, that when you wake up to a nice, clean home in the morning, have a cup of coffee, enjoy a few minutes of quiet after the hubby leaves and before the kids wake up.....ends very quickly once the kids actually get out of bed. <br />well, I have about five min before the kids have to go to bed....we are easing back into early bedtimes so the school bedtime is not such a shock! Hopefully it wont be a month before I get to post again!!!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-71318071915171479172009-07-20T08:17:00.000-07:002009-07-20T08:25:42.824-07:00come and gone....so, i had another birthday. Praise the Lord! Glad to be alive. <br />My 19 year old babysitter, that is more like a daughter/friend...well, she is more like a daughter...she is my friend. Anyway, she asked me the other day if she would ever truly feel her age. She is about to turn 20, and that realization feels strange to her. I think when you are a teenager, you expect turning 20 to be some amazing transformation from still feeling like a kid to being a mature, self reliant adult overnight. I just laughed. And then I told her that....I'm 36 years old. I have been married twice. I have five children. I have not lived in my parents house for 18 years. I have my own car, my own house, my own yard to take care of, dishes to wash, toilets to clean, dog to feed......you get the idea. And still....somehow, when I look in the mirror, I still see a 17 year old girl!!! Sometimes when I take a good, long look at my life, sometimes I still wonder, "how did this happen???" <br />I dont think this is a bad thing. I think it helps keep me young. I take care of my buisness....my kids, my husband, my home....my dog! I do my thing....but in my heart.....I am still a carefree girl. Nothing wrong with that!kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-40038358734407867162009-07-01T08:04:00.001-07:002009-07-01T08:35:57.249-07:00funny bunny....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Skt83yNYOKI/AAAAAAAAALs/V7pmMxvwsyo/s1600-h/DSCN0499.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353509879872501922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Skt83yNYOKI/AAAAAAAAALs/V7pmMxvwsyo/s400/DSCN0499.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Meet Fluffy....full name Fluffy Peter Cottontail. Now, before you get all upset that I've captured this cutie little bunny and tried to keep it....I'm gonna say right up front, that after being certain that Fluffy could take care of himself....I let him go. But.....I cannot resist trying to give you a mental picture of what that experience was like.</div><div>So, with five girls who love soft, furry objects, it has been so fun to watch them with this bunny. They love to feed him carrotts and lettuce and pet him. Now, Fluffy is somewhat ok with being pet while in his cage, but the second he thinks your gonna try to pick him up.....the crazy wild in him comes out!....so, i have told the girls all along that we will have to release him when he gets big enough....of course, they heard me, but they did not "hear" me. So...yesterday, I decided was the day. I knew if I put it off any longer, they would really start getting attached, and it was just going to be even harder. So...I announced that those who wanted to say goodbye to come with me, we were having a "letting Fluffy go" ceremony. I grabbed the cage, and everyone followed me out back to the creek....there are tons of rabbits out there, and I knew he would have no problem at all finding food and shelter. </div><div>Now....our back gate to our fence looks out to the area where we were, and that fence is chain link. Meet Andie.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Skt83LLSYfI/AAAAAAAAALk/rwVmNtkE0ug/s1600-h/DSCN0369.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353509869394747890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Skt83LLSYfI/AAAAAAAAALk/rwVmNtkE0ug/s400/DSCN0369.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div>This is our sweet, gentle, loving puppy dog, Andie. She really is, sweet and gentle. She doesnt mean to kill bunnies. REally, she doesnt. She just like to chase them, and sometimes, well...she catches them. Actually, let me rephrase that. She USED to be able to catch them...she has not touched one in a few years. (dont worry, i'm not going to tell you she killed fluffy) Anyway....andie was looking at us thru the chain link fence last night as we stood there, saying our goodbyes to fluffy. As a precaution, I checked to make sure that andie was safetly tucked away in the backyard before letting fluffy go. So....goodbyes said, I put fluffy on the ground, and my sweet, sniffling children watched as fluffy loped slowly away. </div><div>Until.</div><div>Andie, seeing fluffy hopping away....burst thru the chain link fence and the chase was on. She ran past us so fast that she knocked a few of the kids over and complete and utter mayhem insued! The girls were screaming, I was screaming and chasing the dog, chasing the rabbit, running for its life! Luckily, we were close enough to the creek that the bunny was able to escape into the brush and Andie, knowing she was NOT going to find that rabbit, and knowing she WAS in alot of trouble, slowly came back to me. My kids were crying and screaming, and angry. One in particular was just traumitzed! She was certain that Andie ate Fluffy, and it took me 30 minutes to convince her that I promised with all my heart that Andie did not catch Fluffy, and Fluffy was safe in the woods. </div><div>It is amazing how, with children and animals, things can go from slow paced and gentle, to complete chaos in a matter of seconds! I was trying to give my kiddos a loving experience releasing an animal back into the wild and teaching them that, even though they really, really, really wanted to keep fluffy forever, that it was best for fluffy to be able to live in its natural habitat. Instead, I ended up giving them a fast paced, traumitizing episode of wild kingdom! ~sigh~ Oh well....i tried.</div>kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3566168912596731836.post-85487931097552491952009-06-30T09:06:00.000-07:002009-06-30T09:16:51.071-07:00Thanksgiving......<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Sko4wGlwhKI/AAAAAAAAALc/2vPcsz6ZiGE/s1600-h/DSCN0395.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353153506137113762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifYE-dc0-nk/Sko4wGlwhKI/AAAAAAAAALc/2vPcsz6ZiGE/s400/DSCN0395.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Just wondering....does anyone else find it funny and unusual that I have a wild turkey on my house? Now, mind you....if I lived even remotely in the country, I would not even think twice about this. However....I live off Main Street. Literally, and figuratively. Yes, my house does back up to the lake, and yes, there is a creek that runs along my back fence out to said lake...but in the five years that we have lived in this house, these are the things we have encountered....a tarantula as big as my hand. Skunks, bunnies, snakes....lost of snakes....coyotes, opossoms, racoons, bats, owls, and now....a wild turkey. I know....this is random...i have lots of other things to post about, but another day....just wanted to put this out there for now!</div>kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00572098313296442484noreply@blogger.com2