tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28644266950943496952024-03-19T02:53:13.424-07:00LuvMyNineLuvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-31753343988902078822011-12-04T07:50:00.000-08:002011-12-04T07:50:31.202-08:00"We're going to state!"When Chelsea finally returned home Friday night at 12:30 she had good news. She and her partner had won the debate tournament they had been in and she concluded, "We won! We're going to state!" I had driven them over and had listened to them practicing, so I wasn't too surprised. They work so well together and they came up with a lot of answers to possible rebuttals. <br />
They had practiced the night before at our house, too, and Dad argued against them to give them practice. The subject for debate was "Income disparities in America are threatening democratic principles." During several rounds they had to take either the pro or con side and defend it. They met a former nemesis who had not let Chelsea get a word in edgewise last time and Chelsea smilingly said, "I did that to him this time!" <br />
I know I'd hate to have to argue against her. I'm so glad she enjoys this and has found her niche. Sorry there are no pictures.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-29001923464665359292011-10-12T13:17:00.000-07:002011-10-12T13:17:59.017-07:00Number 8 is great!Our eighth child, third daughter, won first place in a UIL debate competition. She didn't want me to attend on the first day as she felt she wouldn't do well. "We're not prepared," she said, "but this will be good experience". <br />
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She asked her Dad to pick her up at eight in the evening, but he had to wait there awhile because, as she reluctantly told him, she had made it into the semi-finals. Even then, she asked him to wait outside, though spectators were allowed. When she was finished she apologized for making him wait but that was all she told him. <br />
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The next morning, Saturday, when we were at her younger sister's volleyball team, she called and asked if Dad could take her back to the same high school. He asked her why and she said it was because she had made it to the finals. I tell it to you like this so you get an idea of what kind of person our daughter is like: low-key, unassuming, modest, thoughtful, smart and capable, and so much more. <br />
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She went back to that competition Saturday and she won it. She was very pleased, but downplayed her acheivement by saying how her opponents had used a different kind of logic and that the judges must have preferred either her and her partners way of explaining their point of view or that they were more appealing to the judges because they were girls. That's how she rolls.<br />
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A couple of my darling D-I-L's have expressed a wish that I would characterise each of the nine from my point of view. But, I can't! I don't understand them completely and to describe them from my point of view would be to limit them in some way. I'm proud of all of them. I'm astounded at times in fact. It's fun sometimes to see bits of my self in them, but it's fascinating to see things in them to which I can't even relate. They are their own persons and I love that!<br />
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One thing that has been really fun for me is seeing how each blossoms as they become the "oldest child"-meaning the oldest at home. Michelle never talked to me while Hayley was still at home and yet opened up and shared so much once she was the oldest. I used to beg Chelsea to talk to me, to no avail, until her older sisters were both away at college. Now she talks to me all the time. I feel so privileged when my children trust me enough to talk to me about how they feel about things and what is going on in their lives. <br />
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One thing I've noticed about Chelsea is that she sees me as a person, not just her mom. I think that she is the only one who has done that at such a young age (15). (If I am remembering correctly, and that's questionable.) That's not to say that my other children were unsympathetic or thoughtless. It's a difficult thing to explain, at least for me. But, I can tell when someone is treating me as a "role" (wife, mother, etc) or as a 3-dimen-sional person with all the feelings, frailities and strengths of other people.<br />
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Chelsea has no idea how beautiful she is nor how smart she is. Yet she doesn't follow others. It's not like she has low self-esteem. She hasn't realised her full "power" yet, but she thinks for herself and evaluates her decisions. She likes to argue just for the "fun" of it, but she's not disrespectful when she does it. She relies on logic and fact and smiles as she argues with you. I don't like to argue, so I can't say that I enjoy this part of her, but I see how good she is at it and admire it. In fact, we always have said she should be a lawyer. It's probably why, without any training, she could win a debate tournamnet.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIt2dqrJQ9cUCzaIy6JvwIGKe_Xn6xnkwcjhkfrLuFRNaVuyq035HgVaAChE9Y2q_2jRUVJICmrIbOb9gtkKtOUqfgGfuNr3ysqUH0uoIubc9PbwffjcoZPIML6GX9aOrNqdHoHRKfzg/s1600/P1050580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsIt2dqrJQ9cUCzaIy6JvwIGKe_Xn6xnkwcjhkfrLuFRNaVuyq035HgVaAChE9Y2q_2jRUVJICmrIbOb9gtkKtOUqfgGfuNr3ysqUH0uoIubc9PbwffjcoZPIML6GX9aOrNqdHoHRKfzg/s320/P1050580.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>She's always been a beautiful, easy-going, happy, kind, individual. She was never cuddly and though she submits to hugs from Dad and I everyday, she never really hugs back or relaxes in a hug. She doesn't have the fire of Michelle, but rather a cold as steel determination which I think will help her accomplish all that she dares.<br />
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A thoughtfulness and consideration for others sets her apart from the crowd. She doesn't betray her values or beliefs, but she doesn't want others to be uncomfortable so she will let them think what they will if that makes them happy. You can always tell when she's doing that because she has this certain smile on her face and a little laugh that she does.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-51484396214430804942011-09-21T13:59:00.000-07:002011-09-21T14:00:55.848-07:00Here we go againI invited you along on my last weight loss journey and, well, here we go again. No, I haven't gained it ALL back, but I've gained about half back. Yeah, I know, it's ridiculous. Unfortunately, I am an emotional eater and this past spring/summer was an emotional roller coaster for me. <br />
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I had gained ten pounds in the spring, but was still pretty happy with where I was. Going to Europe was actually beneficial; because of all the walking I lost three pounds. But, once we got back I gained 15 pounds very quickly. <br />
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I finally went to a Weight Watcher's meeting last week and found that I was 25 pounds over my goal. All week I thought about it, but couldn't get my head into it. Today when I weighed in at the meeting...I had <em>gained</em> another pound and a half. Yep. So I decided I needed to bring in the big guns, ie. public humiliation. Just kidding, but I do need more accountability than the lady who weighs me at Weight Watchers. I don't care what she thinks. I don't even like her. But, I do care what you few who read my blog think, so I'm using that as motivation. <br />
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I know what I need to do and I just haven't had it in me to do it. With your help I think I can. I need to lose at least 26.5 pounds and 2-3 dress sizes. What I'm working on this week is writing my food down in my tracker and drinking all the water I need to drink-10 glasses. I'm not good about drinking at all, so that's always hard for me, and plus it means a lot of trips to the bathroom until my body gets used to it. <br />
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I've let my exercising slip, too. Where once I worked out six days a week, it's usually only about 3-4 times a week now that I exercise. So I have to make sure I get at least 30 minutes in everyday. Those are my goals for this week. Next Wednesday I'll tell you if I accomplished them or not and what the scales said. Thanks for being my support group.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-29402871321764664142011-09-18T15:30:00.000-07:002011-09-18T15:30:06.383-07:00Tofu anyone?So, Chelsea has decided she is a vegetarian. She watched a video on You Tube called "Slaughter" or something, and decided she couldn't in good conscience eat meat any longer. She tried to get us to watch it too, but I was too squeamish and Bill said it would ruin his enjoyment when he ate a burger, to be thinking, "Poor Cow!" <br />
Anyway, you have to realize that there are only two children at home now. This probably wouldn't have happened back when everyone was still home. I wouldn't have felt like I had the time to endulge anyone. My motto back then for meals was, "This is not a cafeteria. If you don't want to eat what I've made, you can make a peanut butter sandwich." <br />
But, as I said, there are only two, so I looked up a lot of vegetarian recipes on <a href="http://allrecipes.com/">Allrecipes.com</a> and printed them out, put them in clear page protectors and put them in a notebook which I then labeled "Vegetarian" on the spine. I also found a list called Twenty for Twenty, Vegetarian Edition. It's twenty items to stock up on at the grocery store that will enable you to make twenty different vegetarian meals. I bought the things on the list and then gave the notebook to Chelsea and told her, "Ok, I've invested in this idea, now it's your turn." She has made several meals, some we have made together, and they've all been delicious. I still make meals with meat sometimes, but I make sure there are side dishes that she will be able to eat. I figure we are all eating healthier this way.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-54940495834651497192011-05-28T22:42:00.000-07:002011-05-28T22:42:46.513-07:0010 Myths About IntrovertsDisclaimer: I totally stole this from "I'm Clothed Much" blogger, Elaine. But, she stole it from someone else, so I can't feel bad about it. <br />
Anyway, I've always thought of myself as an introvert, someone who is introspective, needs quiet time, alone time to figure things out and is not really very outgoing. I was trying to explain this to one of my girls the other day-how I'm shy, but I make an effort to be friendly because I want other people to feel comfortable, which makes me uncomfortable at first, so I usually avoid new groups of people, like other kids' mothers; but, because I make that effort, no one understands that I am shy or uncomfortable. <br />
I could especially relate to #'s 2, 3,4, 5, 6 and 9. I often feel that I come across as rude. When I have something to ask or relate to another person, I often forget the pleasantries such as "Hello". And I've always found it exhausting to be around people other than my family, except for a few close friends I've had over the years. After being around a lot of people and noise, I end up staying up late by myself just so I can wind down. Sometimes it takes a long time to get the "noise" out of my head. Anyone else ever feel that way? In fact, when I'm in a group, I find that I usually block almost everyone out and only concentrate on two or three people at a time. That is less overwhelming. It probably does come across as rude, because I can't get around to everyone. Often I won't even make eye contact with the "others". Maybe I am weird. But, then, isn't everyone a little weird?<br />
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It's a list compiled by Carl King that he created after reading <em>The Introvert Advantage: How to Thrive in an Extrovert World.</em> I plan to read that book.<br />
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Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.<br />
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This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days. <br />
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Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.<br />
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Shyness has nothing to do with being an Introvert. Introverts are not necessarily afraid of people. What they need is a reason to interact. They don’t interact for the sake of interacting. If you want to talk to an Introvert, just start talking. Don’t worry about being polite. <br />
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Myth #3 – Introverts are rude.<br />
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Introverts often don’t see a reason for beating around the bush with social pleasantries. They want everyone to just be real and honest. Unfortunately, this is not acceptable in most settings, so Introverts can feel a lot of pressure to fit in, which they find exhausting. <br />
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Myth #4 – Introverts don’t like people.<br />
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On the contrary, Introverts intensely value the few friends they have. They can count their close friends on one hand. If you are lucky enough for an introvert to consider you a friend, you probably have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned their respect as being a person of substance, you’re in. <br />
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Myth #5 – Introverts don’t like to go out in public.<br />
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Nonsense. Introverts just don’t like to go out in public FOR AS LONG. They also like to avoid the complications that are involved in public activities. They take in data and experiences very quickly, and as a result, don’t need to be there for long to “get it.” They’re ready to go home, recharge, and process it all. In fact, recharging is absolutely crucial for Introverts. <br />
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Myth #6 – Introverts always want to be alone.<br />
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Introverts are perfectly comfortable with their own thoughts. They think a lot. They daydream. They like to have problems to work on, puzzles to solve. But they can also get incredibly lonely if they don’t have anyone to share their discoveries with. They crave an authentic and sincere connection with ONE PERSON at a time. <br />
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Myth #7 – Introverts are weird.<br />
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Introverts are often individualists. They don’t follow the crowd. They’d prefer to be valued for their novel ways of living. They think for themselves and because of that, they often challenge the norm. They don’t make most decisions based on what is popular or trendy. <br />
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Myth #8 – Introverts are aloof nerds.<br />
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Introverts are people who primarily look inward, paying close attention to their thoughts and emotions. It’s not that they are incapable of paying attention to what is going on around them, it’s just that their inner world is much more stimulating and rewarding to them. <br />
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Myth #9 – Introverts don’t know how to relax and have fun.<br />
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Introverts typically relax at home or in nature, not in busy public places. Introverts are not thrill seekers and adrenaline junkies. If there is too much talking and noise going on, they shut down. Their brains are too sensitive to the neurotransmitter called Dopamine. Introverts and Extroverts have different dominant neuro-pathways. Just look it up. <br />
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Myth #10 – Introverts can fix themselves and become Extroverts.<br />
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A world without Introverts would be a world with few scientists, musicians, artists, poets, filmmakers, doctors, mathematicians, writers, and philosophers. That being said, there are still plenty of techniques an Extrovert can learn in order to interact with Introverts. (Yes, I reversed these two terms on purpose to show you how biased our society is.) Introverts cannot “fix themselves” and deserve respect for their natural temperament and contributions to the human race. In fact, one study (Silverman, 1986) showed that the percentage of Introverts increases with IQ.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-56243639847544693782011-05-11T21:41:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:46:13.074-07:00Random slices of lifeRandom images from our life lately:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's growing so fast!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The cast</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Breakfast every morning (and usually lunch as well)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The chef on Mother's Day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, she <em>does</em> own the world</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't that the sweetest smile?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Senior Salute-It was a lot of fun!</td></tr>
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"Oh, now I'm working, but for the last thirty plus years I've just been sitting around on my back side eating bon bons?" <br />
Yeah, so there's my dilemna. But, as soon as all my friends know about it the problem won't exist. And, I'm not losing sleep over it anyway. Just thought I'd ask.<br />
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Anyway, I am having so much FUN! I know that's not a word usually associated with work or school, but when I was able to go back to school a year or two ago, I had a blast! And now, this is even more fun because it's more gratifying knowing that I'm helping, and, hey, I'm even getting paid to have fun. Whoa! <br />
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I think the thing they have in common is that I'm learning something new and that is always exciting. I like to challenge myself and once I learn something I like to see how fast I can do it. I once worked in a college postal station and I had to put the letters into small boxes that were in a large grid on the wall. Each box was for a different department or office in the college and were open in the front. At first of course I placed each letter carefully in the correct box after checking the name on the box, but by the time I left the post office I could just look at the stack of letters in my hand and throw them unerringly into the boxes without even glancing up. That's what I mean by challenging myself. I get a lot of pleasure out of that.<br />
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I love having a defined purpose as well. Housework is so open and infinite that you never feel done. I mean maybe you organize a closet or thoroughly clean a room and that's gratifying, but we all know long that lasts with kids (and husbands) in the house. When I finish something at work, I number it and place it in a box or give it to a tech and it is no longer my responsibility. Being able to stay home and raise my children was a privilege that I appreciated more and more as I got older and saw how quickly they grew up. Still, now, I'm not needed as much. There's only three at home and one of those is leaving in four weeks. I have so much time now that I was beginning to get bored.<br />
Serving others: patients, or co-workers, or the business itself (which I associate with my husband), is also a pleasure. The hours at work fly by. So far, I'm only part-time. But, when Emma and Chels are older (maybe when Chelsea can drive) I'll work full-time. As it is, I can hardly make myself leave at the end of my shift.<br />
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I'm so lucky to have a husband with a clinic where I can work flexible hours. I can take Emma to school and be there to pick her up. It's ideal. I'm determined that I won't take advantage of the fact that I'm the bosses' wife. I clock in and clock out and get to work when I'm supposed to be there. I'm working on getting some of the employees to call me by my first name. I tell them everyday and today I said, "I know if someone else started working here that was my age you would still call them by their first name. Please call my by mine." I've always introduced myself that way to them, but some of the newer, younger employees feel intimidated I guess. I hope to show them that I'm a team player and don't expect favors or special treatment. Meanwhile, I'm having the time of my life:)Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-30360770571423956992011-04-13T19:45:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:46:06.875-07:00The last braces, and isn't she beautiful?Our youngest, Emma, just got braces on her teeth. She is the last and everything is counted with her, as in "That's the last time I'll have a child in diapers; that's the last time we will have a child in nursery, in primary, in elementary school; that's the last time we will have a baptism, ; and, now, that's the last time we will have a child in braces. The inherent pleasure, pain, or anxiety is not diminished by its being the ninth time, but it is tempered by experience. Pretty much everything is easier, less stressful or worrisome with Emma. After all, I know how it turns out. They will grow up no matter what you do and they will grow out of most things that worry you.<br />
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She was a little scared today, but I told her, "Just think of your big sisters and how pretty their smiles are. It will all be worth it. Of course, her big brother, Mike, had to try and scare her. He texted her to run away. I told her, never mind. Mike had to stay in braces twice as long as anyone else because he was the least compliant, which led to a vocabulary lesson.<br />
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There's a bittersweetness to it; I've loved taking care of and cuddling with all of my babies and hate to see my last one grow up. There's nothing like your own little child snuggling into your neck as you hold them. Ahhhh! I even think of holding a baby when I'm stressed and it relaxes me. But, would I want to be a full-time caretaker of an infant or toddler now? No. Just call me for baby-sitting. It's so much fun and so wonderful, and then I can rest. Whew!<br />
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But take a look at my baby now. Oh, she's growing up so fast.<br />
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Michelle and I arrived Thursday, she on a charter bus with her school team mates and Franklin H.S.'s team, and I on a plane. Friday was prelims and Michelle finaled in the 50 free, 200 free relay and 400 free relay. She was in the consolation finals for her 100 free.<br />
She was disappointed with her swimming on Friday, but she wasn't the only sluggish one from El Paso. They didn't have much water time due to the below freezing weather, rolling brown-out days, and emergency water shortages which combined to close all the area pools for about a week.<br />
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Saturday, with a better night's sleep, Michelle was in better form. She came in fourth in the 50 free, first in her consolation heat and 2nd in the 200 free relay. That was a heartbreaker as their team was ahead for 175 yards and in the last 25 yards the fourth swimmer on the San Angelo team caught up and just barely out-touched our fourth swimmer. There was 3 tenths of a second difference in their time. It was a killer.<br />
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Finally they swam the 400 free relay. It is the last event of the meet and we were running late. I was a little worried about making my flight home, but determined not to miss this race. Each swimmer on the relay swims 100 yards. Michelle was the lead-off swimmer as she has the best flat start of the four. She came in first but just barely. The second swimmers were also incredibly close. Our third swimmer managed to pull out ahead and the fourth swimmer gave us a even bigger lead and the girls swam a best time of 1:39:48.<br />
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The El Paso Coronado girls' team even won Regionals! That's quite an accomplishment with such heavy duty competition.<br />
Here's a slide show of the meet at the Pete Ragus Aquatic Center in Lubbock: (Michelle is the swimmer in the black and hot pink Fastskin (swimsuit). There's a couple of her on the block or getting out of the water and one parading into the event. <br />
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I'm not a fashion blogger, but I just have to show you (especially Hayley) my new shoes. I follow a fashion blog called "I'm Clothed Much". I love her style. Of course, she's a young 20 something and darling. I can't dress like her, but it does give me ideas of how to put things together, and I like that she's fashionable and modest and does it on an extremely limited budget. Under her pictures of her outfits she always puts the cost of each item. I'm always amazed at how good she looks and spends so little. She also has links to items that are the same or similar as she wears and I frequently will click on those links and I have found several new favorite online stores.<br />
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Recently Elaine (yes, she has the same name, so you know she's a great person) put a link to these purple pumps because she has a similar pair. I think the link stated that they were no longer available but I clicked anyway. The shoes were adorable and on sale for..get this...$7.35! No, really! I checked and there were only two pairs left-a size 7 and a size 9. I wear size 9! I clicked buy and it said they were sold out. No!! I don't know why, but I clicked buy again and it went through. I filled out the form and paid for it, but all the time I was thinking, "I'm going to get an email that these really are sold out." Instead, in a few days I received the package in the mail and now these are my new favorite shoes!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hayley, notice I'm wearing "our" bracelet? It still looks better on you.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-48913958222972904142011-01-25T09:19:00.000-08:002011-01-25T09:19:03.522-08:00Counting down the weeks til I'm through with swimmingI can't remember when I started officiating swim meets. I remember how we got involved in swimming. My dear friend, Toni Z., signed my kids up for the Coronado Country Club summer league swim team when we were out of town. She had tried to get us to sign up the year before, but I never got around to it. Spaces filled up fast and we wouldn't have made it in that year either, but for Toni. Drew was 11 and extremely shy. He almost quit after that first day, but bravely kept at it and became a very fast swimmer that the coaches counted on. Hayley was 8 and Michelle 6. Their coach was Jeff, who is still a swim coach on their club team today. We love him!<br />
So 11 years ago last summer we entered the swimming world. Eventually we started swimming year-round with a club team (Aqua Posse) and then when the kids entered high school they swam for their school team. By then, each had progressed to a level where they were very good and a great addition to their teams. Mike even joined them when he was a senior and turned out to be a naturally talented swimmer who could have been amazing if he'd started sooner and really cared. :)<br />
I became a swimming official about seven or eight years ago for USA swimming and because I enjoyed it and was good at it, worked up to becoming a referee, the highest official. For the last three years I've been in charge of all the officials for UIL high school swimming for the three school districts in our town. Not all of it has been enjoyable, but I'm glad I did it. I'm also glad that it's almost over. Michelle is a senior and swim season is one month from being over. District championships were held for three days this past week and I spent long hours at the pool, but, it's over now and I'll never see that pool again (although life holds no guarantees). In two weeks we'll travel to Lubbock for Regionals. Michelle qualified in all four of her events. If things go well, we should be going to state (in Austin) two weeks later. The two relays Michelle swam on made new meet record times. And, Michelle was sick all week and on antibiotics. They should do even better in Lubbock. Here are a few pictures from the meet.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michelle and her team on the winners' block</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michelle's high school girls' team won District Champs.<br />
These are the seniors holding the trophy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favorite picture! Between the morning and afternoon sessions on Saturday I got my own personal foot massage from one of the other referees, Jim. What a guy! Of course later he called me a princess, but if the glass slipper fits, well...</td></tr>
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I know. I'm getting carried away with the whole picture collage thing. I just had to do it one more time. There were so many cute pictures I wanted to show you from our extended family home evening at the bowling alley last Monday. Mir and Isaac and Sarah left this past weekend to go to Utah so before they left we wanted to get together with everyone. We're none of us any good, but it was still a lot of fun. The grandkids especially enjoyed it.<br />
Mike insisted that we bring in food from outside, against the rules, so we had to sneak that in in big Sam's bags. Just kidding. I asked Dad to pick up Sonic for us and then we found out it was against the rules, so yeah, we snuck it in. I think it was a little obvious. There were 13 of us. Finally someone came over to tell us that it was against the rules, but by that time we had pretty much finished. When I paid afterwards for 11 people to bowl and rent shoes, I didn't feel one bit guilty for bringing in our own food. Ouch!<br />
By the way, if you double-click on the collage it opens up in a new, larger page so that you can see the pictures better.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-1433169332849371792011-01-24T18:32:00.000-08:002011-01-24T18:32:22.569-08:00I'm so proud of you... really.Yesterday, (it was "yesterday when I started writing this, but it took me over two weeks to make the picture collage) I spoke with our oldest daughter, Hayley. She's away at school for the second semester of her freshman year at college. It's been an adjustment for all of us to have her so far away. I'm always glad to see my children progress in life and even move away from home, though that's hard, because that is as it should be. Having Hayley home for the holidays was wonderful, but when she left it felt as if she were taking another piece of my heart with her. It seemed as if maybe it were a bit difficult for her, too. Yesterday, when she called she said, "You would be so proud of me." Then she proceeded to tell me of all that she had accomplished. It was a great list. I could see she had found her "sea legs" again and was moving forward with her life.<br />
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I'm not sure, but I think you have to have children of your own before you realize how proud your parents are of you ...for nothing. You don't have to do anything to earn their pride. Oh, sure, they feel extra proud of you when you accomplish something or overcome something because of that extra effort you're making. But, you don't have to earn their love or pride. It's just because they love you so much and think you're so wonderful just being you. And it's not to say that they don't worry about you sometimes, the choices you make, or people or paths you choose, but all in all, parents love you at all times and in all circumstances. At least that's what I've felt and I know now that my parents felt the same. <br />
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So, kids, you never have to wonder: I am so proud of you... really.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How could I not be proud?</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-9267828590073506312011-01-01T12:45:00.000-08:002011-01-01T12:51:31.439-08:00More on Christmas Day...and more and more...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drew showing off his new skinny jeans and tie-what a fashionisto!</td></tr>
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Love you, Mom!<br />
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And, Happy New Year to everyone!Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-51422376780685384752010-12-31T12:14:00.000-08:002011-01-02T14:43:37.538-08:00Christmas is all about familyI've been remiss in not posting about Christmas at our house. It was so much fun. We loved having all of our children home and enjoying talking to them and watching them talk to and play with each other. That is a mother's joy, to see her children loving each other. I also got to have a long conversation with my mother and my only living sibling, my brother Larry. That was deeply satisfying, to connect with my family of origin (sounds so cold, but how do you say it?), too. I wish we all lived closer. I promised my mother that the next day I would post pictures and I'm sorry I didn't, Mom. I couldn't choose just a few and wanted to put up a slideshow, but I never figured out how to do that. So, I'll just put up as many as I can so you can see the fun we had. I took a lot of pictures and if I ever figure it out I'll send a slideshow, too.<br />
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I have a lot more pictures that I want to post from Christmas day, but I'll have to do that later. I hope all of you had wonderful Christmases, too.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-67907403023397512312010-12-21T20:09:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:10:37.484-08:00OOh, pretty lights! <br />
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</div>1. All my little chicks have come home to roost for the holidays. Hayley came in Wednesday night and Drew and Courtney came in Sunday night. Has anyone else noticed that flights are ALWAYS late nowadays?<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2. Last Monday (a week ago) we finally got our tree up with the help of all of our kids and kids-in-laws.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2. I think I'm actually done with all the shopping, not the food part, but I'm close on that, too.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">3. Most of the gifts are wrapped and all the girls have been a great help with that.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4. Bill, with Emma's help, put Christmas lights up on our house!</div> <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">5. And yesterday for FHE we all went caroling to our neighbors taking them homemade fudge, divinity and pecan pralines, which I made yesterday afternoon. We also gave everyone a copy of Drew's new CD, "What a Wonderful World".</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, PS: I didn't have to have the epidural after all. My back is much, much better. Thanks everyone for your concern.</div>Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-50974914340352540612010-12-17T05:20:00.000-08:002010-12-17T05:20:21.655-08:00It's a pain in the ...back<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3URnMhaKDr_Z17IGLzw5QEsbkvB6hCeAlob5T1oj5L0oTSIw0mh06YrTpZFbAwbrz4CqdsvU3EzncsoUKzwFXlYHeazTk2EAqL26xGaF5dbGJX_dYl9NzgsPLu-BrERPATc9nsidROAg/s1600/hip+hop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3URnMhaKDr_Z17IGLzw5QEsbkvB6hCeAlob5T1oj5L0oTSIw0mh06YrTpZFbAwbrz4CqdsvU3EzncsoUKzwFXlYHeazTk2EAqL26xGaF5dbGJX_dYl9NzgsPLu-BrERPATc9nsidROAg/s1600/hip+hop.jpg" /></a>Thursday, a week ago, I went to my cardio/core/sculpting class at EP Fitness. I'd worked with this teacher once before and I really liked her energy and her ab exercizes. She's twentyish, hispanic (what are the odds:), and dresses like..hip hop? I don't really know. This picture is something like, only she wears a cap instead of a scarf and her pants have all these black strings hanging off them and there are metal studs around the waistband. Anyway, <em>she</em> obviously doesn't have back problems and that's where my back pain comes in.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We were in the cardio/core portion and using a ball to make figure eights in front of us as we twisted and turned our waist. I twisted right and bent slightly over as I did so. I felt something in my back give immediately and stopped. I tried my usual back exercizes and kept going as best I could for the rest of the session and then went to a yoga class thinking that might help stretch it out. All that day I kept doing my McKenzie back exercizes and my back felt better the next morning. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMtlmYXEgjaDBKct4tlb9ebHiCM1EOLUSFgDAoSXhrsKS1eXTxueGEUQ1g1gd4Pukb1LQ-JKlLlU0txl_W2Xe-I9AQuRFupopLVuX7n4mbocwjks6GNUZ8rMkcgJFgt6eC5UD-17Qfvs/s1600/P1040695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMtlmYXEgjaDBKct4tlb9ebHiCM1EOLUSFgDAoSXhrsKS1eXTxueGEUQ1g1gd4Pukb1LQ-JKlLlU0txl_W2Xe-I9AQuRFupopLVuX7n4mbocwjks6GNUZ8rMkcgJFgt6eC5UD-17Qfvs/s320/P1040695.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I've been in pain for all of this week. Monday I am scheduled for an epidural steroid injection. Hopefully that will take care of it. Meanwhile, I'm a pain in the back, officially.</div></div>Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-5740073611720586292010-11-27T17:04:00.000-08:002010-11-27T17:40:07.417-08:00Nutty Putty ThanksgivingThis Thanksgiving we were short six people: two of our sons and their wives and two grandkids. But, we gained four through a happy circumstance. Matt's wife's sister is friends with two young men who are bicycling the width of the country from Huntington Beach, Virginia to San Diego, California, with two other friends. It just so happened that their path led through El Paso and that they would arrive the afternoon before Thanksgiving. We happily offered them rooms and Thanksgiving dinner with us.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcijDIRL-AoTHlE5YTo72ST3ou9_hUDlL2_HKtYTxuZdVH4wUJJwRUsZxMnVpOZ993TbKLTT12x_zl61NmSVqUZMD7wH9YltTcHZiVcecOuHPjlNKUdFdFa5Y_vq7vx3tw3wbzSGE8tRE/s1600/P1040654.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcijDIRL-AoTHlE5YTo72ST3ou9_hUDlL2_HKtYTxuZdVH4wUJJwRUsZxMnVpOZ993TbKLTT12x_zl61NmSVqUZMD7wH9YltTcHZiVcecOuHPjlNKUdFdFa5Y_vq7vx3tw3wbzSGE8tRE/s320/P1040654.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I knew they would be interesting to talk to, but they surpassed my expectations. Dan, Eric, Jon and Oliver are four of the nicest young men you could ever wish to meet. They are all BYU students, but they have taken off a semester to do this ride for the adventure and for charity. Dan's sister, Emily, was widowed a year ago yesterday when her husband was stuck upside down while exploring a cave and died. She was left with a 13 month old daughter and pregnant. Dan wanted to help his sister so that she could go back to school, but she told him people had already been so generous in helping her that she hoped he could help other widows with young children. So, they signed up with the Liz Logelin Foundation and they have raised over $7000 already.<br />
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They are called the Nutty Putty Cyclists because it was the Nutty Putty cave where Dan's brother-in-law died. They have a website at <a href="http://nuttyputtycyclers.com/">http://nuttyputtycyclers.com/</a>. If you click on this link and then click on the word blog you can read about their adventures. There is also a map showing their trail and you can even donate to their worthy cause.<br />
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These guys had ridden across empty West Texas before arriving in El Paso and had ridden 110 miles the day before. Yet, they got up early and ran in a Thanksgiving 5K race here in El Paso and one of them came in 2nd in their age group. After they came home from that they went with Bill and Chelsea and helped clean up after the annual Thanksgiving parade which is what our stake does every year.<br />
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The next morning, since they were only going to Las Cruces and spend the night with some people there, they left at 11am and Bill and I rode with them. We rode a little over 9 miles with them when Bill got a flat tire. They fixed it for us, they're quite expert by this time, and although we had considered riding all the way to Cruces, I had talked to our kids and everyone had gathered again for left-overs so we decided to turn back and spend time with the family. <br />
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I hated to see those boys go. They were so incredibly nice and helpful and polite and thoughtful. It was a pleasure to be with them and I look forward to reading about their further adventures.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-31800912457777090902010-11-09T08:25:00.000-08:002010-11-09T08:25:05.108-08:00It's here!The day we've been waiting for has finally arrived! <br />
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD is available NOW at iTunes, AmazonMP3 & at our Official Online Store. Or buy a physical copy of the EP at <a href="http://www.brickmanmedia.com/afterdaybreakstore">www.brickmanmedia.com/afterdaybreakstore</a> You can click on this link and it will take you there. I've already downloaded the album and have been listening to it non-stop. You won't be disappointed! The voices of each of the three young men are beautiful and the harmonies they arranged are heavenly. The three are such great musicians alone. Together they are unbelievable!<br />
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<a href="http://www.brickmanmedia.com/afterdaybreakstore/Store/tabid/1764/List/1/Default.aspx?SortField=ProductNumber,ProductName"><img alt="DEBUT ALBUM available NOW worldwide! (click on album cover BELOW for OFFICIAL ONLINE STORE!)" height="350" id="Image1_img" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxTW_dlnNxP1s1Avyk-7_0xZx74Ikx98IpgYOi28UPNioPNcXKaMzUHCUoyHIzlCfGKMWyrXumGpkYui2IShiy0ZanR4zXQgLC2xBWrVbaL7udjx5uKqusf06QS64m6TB8uyLvZye4ulB/s350/AFTERDAYBREAKPhoto1.jpg.jpg" width="350" /></a> <br />
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Release Date:U.S. Release: November 9, 2010 <br />
Label:Bandhouse Music Group<br />
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Synopsis<br />
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Debut project from the classical crossover/pop trio: Drew Boushka, Daniel Fritch and David Beck.<br />
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1 WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD <br />
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2 ADESTE FIDELES (O Come All Ye Faithful) <br />
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3 WORTH <br />
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4 O HOLY NIGHT (Cantique de Noël) <br />
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5 THE LORD'S PRAYER <br />
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6 DREAM ON <br />
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I can't decide which is my favorite. But, "Worth" and "Dream On" are in my top three. That's Drew's voice at the beginning of "Worth" in case you can't tell. <br />
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Now, this what's really important. Their next step, career-wise is getting on other labels. As their manager/producer put it: "I have been talking to several folks about licensing our next record (which will be the "Wonderful World" CD expanded to a full CD, but without the Christmas songs) with foreign labels. This is the next step we will be taking career-wise, to start working with labels outside the U.S. They will actually be promoting and marketing AFTER DAYBREAK in foreign territories, and setting up opportunities for career growth, radio and TV opportunities, and eventually, touring. <strong><u>Our sales numbers are VERY important for these labels...another reason why we MUST have a great first week.</u></strong> " <br />
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So, please, don't wait! Buy the album for Christmas presents-because it's only six songs it's very inexpensive, but is an impressive gift. The CD costs $8.50 and the download at iTunes is $5.94. Help us get the sales numbers for this first week up to numbers that will convince other labels to pick it up. Thanks! <br />
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And another reason this is a special day is that our youngest child is 11 today! Happy birthday litttle caboose. You're growing up too fast!Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-74662716404247083872010-11-02T08:27:00.000-07:002010-11-02T08:27:16.333-07:00Why is (techno-)life so hard? Or, here are the halloween pictures, finally.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">But, today, the ten year old remembered about Crazy Hair Day just as we were leaving the house. Great. She grabbed several hair bands and an empty water bottle and we hurried to school. We carpool and although it wouldn't bother me too much to be late, I can't make someone else's child late. So, once we dropped him off we turned our attention to her hair. It's a lot shorter than it was a year ago and I didn't think the bottle trick would work again. Plus, I found out she didn't bring a brush or any hairspray, both of which we needed. I tried to think of what I had in the car that we could use. Duct tape?...Nah, that might be painful. Hmm. I have that phone that I need to take back to Radio Shack because it doesn't work. Maybe...yeah!</div><br />
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1. What's your favourite day of the week and why? <br />
Sunday would be my favorite day. Since we make it a practice not to work on the Sabbath I have a legitimate reason to not do any housework and laundry. And then a lot of our family come over after church for dinner and discussions and fun! Today Matt and Mir made supper (so delicious!) and Emme made an incredible cake (Wow!). It was delicious and we all had such fun just talking and joking around. Hayley surprised everyone by coming into town early so that made it extra special. After all the dishes were done and the kitchen clean, Matt and Mir left to put their kids to bed. Mike and Emme stayed and after scripture study we played a game. It was a great day!<br />
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2. Recount an embarassing moment.<br />
There are SOOOO many to choose from. My favorite one takes too long to tell. So, I'll just choose the three times I've asked someone when their baby was due only to have them tell me they weren't pregnant. I don't ask now even if they are in labor.<br />
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3. What was your favourite toy or game as a child?<br />
My parents, in fact my whole family, roller skated when I was a child. We went to a skating rink every week and I loved that. I started skating when I was eighteen months old and my mother said I could skate better than I could walk. But I remember when I was really little that I liked to sit on my dad's skate at home and roll around in the house. I was so little and his skate seemed so big and it was like a little scooter.<br />
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4. What does your name mean?<br />
Well, Courtney, Elaine is Greek and a variant of Helen, or French and it means "light" or "shining light". And, though you didn't ask, I've always liked my name a lot. Thanks, Mom.<br />
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5. If you could have any occupation (and you had no limitations of obtaining that occupation), what would it be?<br />
Hmmm. This one took a while. I think when I was younger my secret dream was to be a country/western back-up singer. I would love to speak multiple languages fluently and be a translator. Anything that took me traveling around the world. But, honestly, I'm just happy doing what I'm doing: nurturing, loving my family and trying to make our home a beautiful, clean, safe, loving environment for the most important people in the world. I feel lucky.<br />
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6. What is your guilty pleasure? <br />
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Candy, specifically: chocolate caramel pecan candy, pralines, divinity, and fudge. I don't get to satisfy that pleasure too often anymore. I've been dreaming of making pecan pralines. Maybe Christmas.<br />
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7. If you could change anything about your appearance what would it be? <br />
I would love to change my teeth and hope to do so in the next year or so.<br />
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8. If you could raise awareness about one topic (education, poverty, AIDS, etc.) what would it be? <br />
Child abuse. Every child is so innocent and vunerable and deserve all the love and tenderness their parents can give them. It breaks my heart to see children treated unkindly or to hear of abuse in any form. Parents need more support and training.Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-37925019765420997062010-06-21T12:11:00.000-07:002010-06-21T12:11:24.919-07:00A Hike in the Franklin Mountains<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This morning I awoke at 7am to the sound of Emma crying on my bed, </span></div><blockquote><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"We missed it! They already left!"</span></blockquote><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I would have loved to sleep longer. I really would have, but it meant so much to her. </span><br />
<blockquote style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"No, we haven't missed it. We're supposed to meet at the pool at 7:30. Quick! Go get ready!"</span></div></blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We made it in plenty of time to join the rest of her summer swim team for a hike up the mountain at Mt. Franklin State Park. We covered ourselves in sunscreen. Emma put red Gatorade in a camelback. I put water and food enough for a week in my backpack plus a first aid kit in my backpack and we were off. </span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJbVL4O84NW8akqJbD7H6GCAUHaCO1OajN0auU_t87D9gzeR8quW5MYQmtvhhxLgUsmiSVWHLSSW4n9WLzdR1V5tcJUe5zCbMLntAxIFM-1wQ_YpoGy9uzBkLIvs0w1WE-vr6xWigOCw/s1600/Rocks+on+trail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIJbVL4O84NW8akqJbD7H6GCAUHaCO1OajN0auU_t87D9gzeR8quW5MYQmtvhhxLgUsmiSVWHLSSW4n9WLzdR1V5tcJUe5zCbMLntAxIFM-1wQ_YpoGy9uzBkLIvs0w1WE-vr6xWigOCw/s320/Rocks+on+trail.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was hot and it was hard. There were huge rocks on the trail, whether intentionally or from a rock slide, I don't know, but it made for very difficult walking. Had it just been dirt it wouldn't have been nearly as hard. I twisted my ankle a couple of times and Emma slid over a cactus and got spines in her behind, but other than that we were good. Emma saw a couple of large lizards and some scary looking bugs. I was just glad we didn't see a tarantula. On the way up the group stopped a couple of times for water breaks and once we reached the top we stayed and ate our lunches. </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyDllBGkbC1u0xQrz-88A6UD04ufQaajOySVesGyv2MEHIi_RQhN0sPblM6FUchP6dvkvPTO_BVcfxPlj-WOhwxNB2ypQRd668_k0_j04JpV39883oLUHy8L-iUyIVT_Mh5xTgUsFk9M/s1600/Emma+with+part+of+the+hikers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfyDllBGkbC1u0xQrz-88A6UD04ufQaajOySVesGyv2MEHIi_RQhN0sPblM6FUchP6dvkvPTO_BVcfxPlj-WOhwxNB2ypQRd668_k0_j04JpV39883oLUHy8L-iUyIVT_Mh5xTgUsFk9M/s320/Emma+with+part+of+the+hikers.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3VLDtDGjTrTUFwOlckZSax1HmILjm8nUCxAGgIzeTCKJGUOj4zmGRg3FojHnW3l51GFhr9c53YXjuMdexiIFciVdGhwF06BidyezR67By4Ax38VTJNYcF1QTVnFHPLctbE8ThHjiW9cs/s1600/Emma+at+the+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3VLDtDGjTrTUFwOlckZSax1HmILjm8nUCxAGgIzeTCKJGUOj4zmGRg3FojHnW3l51GFhr9c53YXjuMdexiIFciVdGhwF06BidyezR67By4Ax38VTJNYcF1QTVnFHPLctbE8ThHjiW9cs/s320/Emma+at+the+top.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The way back down was quick but treacherous. I realized part way down how lucky I was to be there. If I hadn't lost all this weight (58 pounds at this point) and gotten back into shape I could never have made it. I would have had to let Emma go by herself. I'm so glad I could do this with her, that I didn't have to tell her as I have so many times, </span></div><blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHDPcvDuxuPV1FYm4HdWH6N6RQOtYJ52d7TY2ERxy4BjusXhenekkDjlQYx_Qk0fOyq01T2dJXneVto4HoHp-s-Enl9XlCjmOusNoj8UTUcriMkamIio3RKBk9hW_iYcfPRg_70cUdWlw/s1600/Emma+and+Mom+on+EPCC+hike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHDPcvDuxuPV1FYm4HdWH6N6RQOtYJ52d7TY2ERxy4BjusXhenekkDjlQYx_Qk0fOyq01T2dJXneVto4HoHp-s-Enl9XlCjmOusNoj8UTUcriMkamIio3RKBk9hW_iYcfPRg_70cUdWlw/s320/Emma+and+Mom+on+EPCC+hike.jpg" width="240" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Sorry, Em, you got the "old mom". </span></div></blockquote><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That made me a lot happier about the whole hike!</span></div>Luvmy9http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212772371211103381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864426695094349695.post-52041586406151411492010-06-20T13:37:00.000-07:002010-06-21T13:09:32.705-07:00Feminism and Motherhood: Can they peacefully co-exist?Live and let live!<br />
Respect and RELISH differences!<br />
That is my philosophy.<br />
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I re-read Julie B. Beck's talk entitled "Mothers Who Know". It made me feel guilty, but I recognize truth when I read it. My darling daughter-in-law, Emme, wrote an excellent post about the topic of motherhood and feminism and how distored the world's view has become on the subject with reference to <a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&locale=0&sourceId=dba62bce258f5110VgnVCM100000176f620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD">this</a> talk. Then there were some excellent comments and as I wrote my comment it turned out to be a page and a half long. I realized that I just needed to make a post of my own.<br />
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My son, Mike, always says that I am a feminist. I am to some extent, I guess. Maybe I need to look that up and find the true definition. Okay I did and if you want to know more <a href="http://feminism.suite101.com/article.cfm/types_of_feminism">here</a> is the link. I do, apparently qualify as a feminist of the <em>Third Wave</em>. But, this is my version of feminism: I believe that women are equal- to each other and to men. I hate chauvinistic, misogynistic remarks and jokes. I hate when my own daughters use terms for parts of their body that were coined by men who consciously or unconsciously (it doesn't matter which)intended those terms to be demeaning to women. Example: "boobs". A "boob" is a stupid, witless person. Hello?<br />
And all other word substitutes for breasts and buttocks imply that we are simply interchangeable body parts for the use and exploitation of men. If believing that we are more than breasts and vaginas makes me a feminist then I'm a card carrying feminist. And, I feel sorry for women who don't get that!<br />
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But, if believing that I <em>have</em> to work outside the home to gain respect because rearing children isn't as worthy and valued an occupation as any work-for-pay job is what defines a feminist-I'm out. I once prayed to Heavenly Father telling him I could do so much more (in church and in the community) if I weren't always pregnant or nursing babies. His reply was, "You could do more, but you couldn't do better." I understood. But not everyone is called to have nine children. I understand that, too. It's an individual decision made between three people: the woman, her husband, and Heavenly Father. If you leave Him out of the decision you could be making the mistake of a lifetime. <br />
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But, when you make the decision to have children you should take full responsibility for them and not hand them off to some "care-giver" who, quite frankly, doesn't give a damn. I've worked in a day care. I have been a paid babysitter and I have talked to other women who have and, please, believe me, no one-NO ONE- will love your child or really care for them as you do, or will. It's just a job, and an under-paid job at that. They might not abuse them, and hopefully they will be nice to them, but they WILL NOT love them. And, it takes love to raise a child-24 hour a day, seven days of the week love. And, no one will give them that except you. I once heard a woman say, "I brought them into this world, I figure it's my job to show them around." Pretty simple, don't you think? Julie B. Beck said it in a more refined way: "Mothers who know are always teachers. Since they are not babysitters, they are never off duty."<br />
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So, these are just my opinions and feelings. Does that mean I look down on or condemn a working mother? No. I don't know all her circumstances. I can't read her heart. I'm not living her life. That's why I say, "Live and let live." Most people are doing the best they can with what they've got. Everyone is at a different place dealing with things we'll never know about. I like to think the Golden Rule applies to our thoughts as well as our actions. "Think about others the way you would like to have others think about you." I hope everyone is cutting me some slack, so that's what I try to do, too.<br />
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Thanks to my daughter-in-law, Emme, for her post “Slightly Controversial” and to my daughters-in-law, Miriam and Courtney, for their comments. That was a very thought provoking post, Emme.<br />
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And, to my own wonderful mother, “You go, girl.” That was a great comment! And, thanks, for being there for me and my brothers. It sure went fast, didn’t it?<br />
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