tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13387120793789674622024-02-19T12:38:27.421-04:00The J6 JourneyMelinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.comBlogger1192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-43538452887965742602022-10-30T22:17:00.000-03:002022-10-30T22:17:11.956-03:00Year 7, August 22nd - 28th, 2022: Rough Starts<p> Monday - </p><p>- Everybody needs Mom. And Mom just wants to quit. I'm exhausted and hurting and want to check out for the day. I want a sick day. Somebody else take over. The teens won't get up and they totally ignore my voice. Abishai needs a new math concept taught to him. I actually have IAHE emails to answer. Speech and Debate club has even more assignments to work on today and we didn't do last week's assignments, which means we are behind schedule and we are all freaking out. Jared's mad because I'm choosing the couch over the bed because I want to sleep alone. I was up until 12:30 answering emails and checking the bank accounts THEN I got to do something for myself. I was up the previous night cleaning up puke. I guess next time I'll wake him up from a dead sleep on narcotics so he can get down on all floors to clean it up while he has a fracture in his back. Now Keturah hasn't finished her homework and she couldn't do math without me, so what could she be doing in there? Oh, biology vocabulary. Yeah, that was a lot, how about you move on to something else. But really, why does she have her phone still? Oh yeah, as I type this at 11pm, her phone is supposed to be on my desk for the rest of the week because she argued with me all day and I don't see it. Stupid ADHD makes me forget to follow through on all these punishments so I can't even punish my kids right. </p><p>- And when I don't want to move or eat or take kids anywhere, Jared still makes me do it and wouldn't even think of skipping out on his precious Bible study with his friends to help me. Nope. Couldn't be bothered to answer my cry for help. I'm just throwing a selfish temper tantrum. I mean nothing to nobody. I am in level 9 pain and I still have to carry on like I'm normal. And then when I open my mouth to complain and tell everybody that I'm still doing my duties despite the pain, I'm seen as tooting my own horn and called selfish and "holier than thou" and "God's greatest gift to humanity" in a sarcastic tone. Well, if the shoe fits. Because if it wasn't for me, this, this and that wouldn't happen, I guarantee it. So go take your "30 minute nap turned into 2 hrs" and I'll continue to do what really needs done. Don't tell me to get up at 8am when my alarm goes off. I can barely keep my eyes open. I've slept just a few hrs. You have no idea how much it hurts to open my eyes. Just enjoy your full night's rest why don't you. You can because I sacrifice everything for the whole lot of you. And what do I get in return? Absolutely nothing but disrespect and even more demands. So go away the lot of you and I'll do what I want. Figure out what your assignments are. Why should I help you, cloth you, feed you, drive you. You obviously don't need me. I quit. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3_sr3deHDaso4nRG_Lsdo5DAqUvMHaRX8HF_Wh30RMid7W_1HudNj9FndSYSuB9Lzj-_4PxZ9pHXNrRQkoZMkKRk5PMLCh7MbFn70vTbumLO0aLCjn2eSU_bhg9udmaKYGdrgBMb5oxwdRyaZeAtZIyfyzh2qR8FdF2rz4TxQsD5K64KO608ow/s604/10399114_142790887811_5460769_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="604" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3_sr3deHDaso4nRG_Lsdo5DAqUvMHaRX8HF_Wh30RMid7W_1HudNj9FndSYSuB9Lzj-_4PxZ9pHXNrRQkoZMkKRk5PMLCh7MbFn70vTbumLO0aLCjn2eSU_bhg9udmaKYGdrgBMb5oxwdRyaZeAtZIyfyzh2qR8FdF2rz4TxQsD5K64KO608ow/w400-h300/10399114_142790887811_5460769_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If only they wouldn't argue with me and would just listen more. And if they would just get along like this. Sigh. The good old days.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL2DYM8QRJ_sWn1C03iolT6XerCIjkg1445cIoLKsGjUMLMy6fC6I9B2I3xeUnwaOqZKEEw8ddJyqaaHJvPv30v30--hSm9pxNwCxxzExFVuAFKnxPe9mSVJL5tAlqmtSqsj3a32TrdoM6JMPdjhvhIr0rO_WQhvvEzm70L1NeedV-IbSah4lWQ/s996/300856797_6011525428961874_6875976764993460828_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="800" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcL2DYM8QRJ_sWn1C03iolT6XerCIjkg1445cIoLKsGjUMLMy6fC6I9B2I3xeUnwaOqZKEEw8ddJyqaaHJvPv30v30--hSm9pxNwCxxzExFVuAFKnxPe9mSVJL5tAlqmtSqsj3a32TrdoM6JMPdjhvhIr0rO_WQhvvEzm70L1NeedV-IbSah4lWQ/w514-h640/300856797_6011525428961874_6875976764993460828_n.jpg" width="514" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eww, I wouldn't want to squish one of these if I leaned onto a tree branch.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSSDP9wlLEenXBogVlj8f02C7_kGIn7TKhINbJkkAdiPIIEdPlHbXKRjmT2i9eeyo0K-xuXFRo9eDeZMT4nzdagiRxXtBUE95CXNevUJutOk8idwIybPOvehpIUbQHAPc3kmzMba2u_SrMfc_3_UUNTa5rhAlfTdkWkGFshdKuhRFjATI2g7rQA/s4032/IMG_5673.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSSDP9wlLEenXBogVlj8f02C7_kGIn7TKhINbJkkAdiPIIEdPlHbXKRjmT2i9eeyo0K-xuXFRo9eDeZMT4nzdagiRxXtBUE95CXNevUJutOk8idwIybPOvehpIUbQHAPc3kmzMba2u_SrMfc_3_UUNTa5rhAlfTdkWkGFshdKuhRFjATI2g7rQA/w480-h640/IMG_5673.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doggy, you are not helping this problem of not getting up. But you do look adorable together.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday:</p><p>- Oh crud, I have a doctor's appointment today. How am I going to fit in school? By the skin of my teeth, that's how. And I managed to teach the middles how to create folders and documents on Google, which is something I've never actually done myself, so yup, that was fun. We don't use Google for anything we don't have to because we don't trust it. My IAHE friends laughed at me because they thought I knew all about it since that's what IAHE uses and I'm like, nope. I create documents in OpenOffice and load them up to Google if I want to share it or something. And I use the documents they create or I download them and open them up in OpenOffice on my computer or in Adobe or as a PDF. I don't mess around in Google very much. I don't use Google classroom either. I don't use the Google calendar. Apparently IAHE does. Well, I write things down in my Apple calendar. I think maybe I've accepted an invite or two once in awhile. But yeah, we've never used Google stuff. Blech. And I don't like using cloud stuff in general. Actually, I didn't really think about it, but this blog is saved on Google. Yeah, duh, it's under on my gmails. And then my YouTube videos are saved under the other email. But those are also backed up on CD and the hard drive. The blog isn't saved on anything else. That makes me really nervous. Thankfully the photos themselves are saved on cd, snapfish and external hard drive, oh and icloud. I just won't have the stories saved with them. So, all the 1,000's of hours are going to be wasted. Sigh. I think about it from time to time that I should go back to regular scrapbooking. But it takes a lot of work. Or I should be making the digital to print scrapbooks. It's just you can't add long stories and lots of photos. And I can't narrow down either one of those things anymore. Sigh. Those are some thoughts for another night.</p><p>- The doctor's appointment was my long awaited dermatology appointment and it was highly disappointing. Dr. Avashi is nice enough but the only thing she said was to come in as soon as a rash appears and/or take a photo and then come in. Do you know how hard it is to get this rash to look like a rash on camera? Ugh. And then maybe try taking Zyrtec every day to get ahead of the rash so I can go out in the sun and/or deal with the heat if that's what it is. Really?! That's your answer? No rhyme or reason as to why it would appear? No mechanics of what a heat rash is? I described the water softener salt, I tried to bring up what if it's peri menopause, what if it's food related, nothing. Pretty much no response. What if the Zyrtec makes me sleepy? She said it doesn't make people sleepy. Um, it puts my husband to sleep, hello. Thanks for telling me all the things from your textbook instead of thinking outside the box. I could have read you the article from the internet and/or webmd myself. Sometimes I feel like I would be better of just self diagnosing from the web instead of taking the time to see a doctor. It's super frustrating to know more than the doctors. Do some research for me or something. Don't push the rhetoric you've been taught. Look at me like an individual. Ugh! Time to seek out a different kind of doctor. Maybe that one that someone was talking about at Mom's Night Out and that Naet thing. I've got to try something. Or I'll be itching forever. Come on. No tests? No further investigations. Nothing? She didn't even ask me if I had changed soaps or eaten something different. So weird. So frustrating. I freaking come out of the shower or go out into the sun and my body is on pins and needles and screaming in pain and you tell me to go take an allergy pill. Not nice. Just not nice. I'm going somewhere else. 2 for 2 now. I want my old doctors. They knew how to fight for me.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I've got other back pain issues I can't resolve. Lots of nerve pain. 7-8 and occasionally 9 on the pain scale. Maybe one of these days that I don't drive I'll try one of Jared's narcotics to see if that will help. Otherwise, just lots of muscle rubbing. I need to drink more water as well.</p><p>- Leftovers for dinner. And then kids and I each did a section of washing dishes since we are out of dishwasher liquid and I didn't want to stop to get some because I wanted to teach the kids. Power hour went ok. Justin got off to Rooted tonight just fine. I think the kids got some of the debate homework done. Hopefully we can get more done on that tomorrow. I feel a lot better about it already by going through it today piece by piece and setting up Keturah's folders.</p><p>- Tomorrow is the last Bible study and I still have to make a salad for it. Jared made dill refrigerator pickles with the cucumbers so I'm going to see if there were any leftovers. If not, I'll make tuna salad and crackers. He could have saved some of the cucumbers for awhile longer. I hope the pickles last ok. We will see.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNgYYf578LOt7zaOTu037H4KYIYHlQZjQjLQWmAsCrxEEoJp-xWCMuGO8TKbQ7PtthmRy9ZPs-8NvaErhHVID8ADscqw0-2pOu9AkLMC7GCPukIeuR_ikjiAzNYtgJcmQ_vpw56HK88eyKqmSDTao2j5DYhKt551EqYL1ifax1HvHSZ_sgnYYoA/s1792/IMG_5675.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNgYYf578LOt7zaOTu037H4KYIYHlQZjQjLQWmAsCrxEEoJp-xWCMuGO8TKbQ7PtthmRy9ZPs-8NvaErhHVID8ADscqw0-2pOu9AkLMC7GCPukIeuR_ikjiAzNYtgJcmQ_vpw56HK88eyKqmSDTao2j5DYhKt551EqYL1ifax1HvHSZ_sgnYYoA/w296-h640/IMG_5675.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That house that Jared and Jim are almost done with better be ready soon because this is not looking good. I told you the real estate market was going to pop soon.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5e308vFhSNL__drGU5rKgjwF3chzf5waqKC2-VcGsmOBY35XlGl6k8qTL3lhW7BkVj3QdYmaxKpwnzLy0bltAZ9kB0sUso7gZZ80Jg1_c99-l3iTW0pzALsTB7g5FCWxmLl5CXpdch6vtkN-SNayRYMFwQTi20gD2jV0X491RpLe3qFa-dqSag/s1792/IMG_5676.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5e308vFhSNL__drGU5rKgjwF3chzf5waqKC2-VcGsmOBY35XlGl6k8qTL3lhW7BkVj3QdYmaxKpwnzLy0bltAZ9kB0sUso7gZZ80Jg1_c99-l3iTW0pzALsTB7g5FCWxmLl5CXpdch6vtkN-SNayRYMFwQTi20gD2jV0X491RpLe3qFa-dqSag/w296-h640/IMG_5676.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used to be better at following through. I just have too much to do that I have to go back on my word and say sorry, I can't do that now, more often that I would like to. I even had to do that today. I say commit to things way in advance and usually it's reasonable and then when I get closer to that date, I'm so far behind it's just not feasible anymore.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw40xw-mKeJby-kq-JdwgWJiXNsWbDPIq05cmD3r1c8haS7rzkCyAGHHsZgwXi8EjruZe57mi-xoS3BskXMIv0mllbTjLmzisTyQfkG_7NlzAkd3FsToxkNCb3Ajj1AnVWzCPUDvEKXm8rrDa_PWxhbLiFtJw0niIjxu9Nop3Lpx0sAbr2CIYELQ/s1792/IMG_5677.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw40xw-mKeJby-kq-JdwgWJiXNsWbDPIq05cmD3r1c8haS7rzkCyAGHHsZgwXi8EjruZe57mi-xoS3BskXMIv0mllbTjLmzisTyQfkG_7NlzAkd3FsToxkNCb3Ajj1AnVWzCPUDvEKXm8rrDa_PWxhbLiFtJw0niIjxu9Nop3Lpx0sAbr2CIYELQ/w296-h640/IMG_5677.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you have to be your own doctor. I don't think my high liver enzymes are because of these causes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZwXkJfT4TgLb6t0W22GhO7A-3dyAsFkT_2wSkWBD9i-b80WlJpln3HlLLjZj831FLyGQAHor3XFOq_HTATV4T4GjSXD6glHgJhutD7uiahNry8iFfhWVXwO3dPQMUfFtPrQG47OgpOjNKq6tsmsWDKDPIX0gFJOYH3mQyxNqeyWVQmtH_NNw9w/s1792/IMG_5678.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZwXkJfT4TgLb6t0W22GhO7A-3dyAsFkT_2wSkWBD9i-b80WlJpln3HlLLjZj831FLyGQAHor3XFOq_HTATV4T4GjSXD6glHgJhutD7uiahNry8iFfhWVXwO3dPQMUfFtPrQG47OgpOjNKq6tsmsWDKDPIX0gFJOYH3mQyxNqeyWVQmtH_NNw9w/w296-h640/IMG_5678.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, yup, acetaminophen, inflammation of muscles, I've got those. The nurse also said viral infection, which I just had. Maybe fibromyalgia? But I don't think so. I'm supposed to retest in a couple of months to make sure they go back down.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AiJrvIRkqNBlBImcz4sDzTzwD1wnX5e83ifizse3oJZzAPcp5b39w5KKtYTL1O9JJA2-pRpwIsuEK-r7Y5q-5KCYipMOUn7higXvMpyrIloQv81axOJAeIEtFo0qo8_qoAKtVlxT4VSAluBjsHHoY_It0HQTZxxW2dXco35-r8vrGJmyDf3zEQ/s4032/IMG_5680.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AiJrvIRkqNBlBImcz4sDzTzwD1wnX5e83ifizse3oJZzAPcp5b39w5KKtYTL1O9JJA2-pRpwIsuEK-r7Y5q-5KCYipMOUn7higXvMpyrIloQv81axOJAeIEtFo0qo8_qoAKtVlxT4VSAluBjsHHoY_It0HQTZxxW2dXco35-r8vrGJmyDf3zEQ/w640-h480/IMG_5680.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dermatologist is at IU Health which is on the campus of IUPUI downtown. I totally didn't realize it's the first week of classes! It was great to see all the students out and about walking to class! Lots of tents sitting outside welcoming students and also big signs showing kids where to go. And then I remembered, Benaiah is one of the students! He's just online of course. And then I remembered he never told us what his financial package was for the year, so I texted him. And so far, he has NO loans! He just has a small amount of cash to pay and the rest is taken care of by scholarships and grants, just like mine were when we were first married and Jared wasn't making much. Yeah! And that's with a full load of 5 classes. Woot! Woot! But yeah, it's hard to imagine all these kids are Benaiah's age. These kids are someone's babies and my baby is all grown up like them. And it wasn't that long ago that I was one of these kids (on UIndy's campus, pregnant with Benaiah). Good grief. Time flies. Go learn something, students, if you can. Not sure you will. I don't have a lot of confidence in the education system. Especially after the appointment I just had with a younger doctor and medical resident. Sigh. But try. There goes our future. Maybe something different will happen in their classrooms. I can hope a little bit I think. Maybe.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- I woke up with another migraine. I had to get up extra early to make a "salad" for our final Wednesday Bible study. I made tuna "salad" to go with gluten free crackers. I had just enough time to take a body shower and eat breakfast, yeah! But that also left me exhausted the rest of the day. I've been dragging ever since. I didn't take my extra migraine medication until supper time because I had already taken two of them this week because of the menstrual migraine. Well, I couldn't stand it any longer when Jared and Keturah started screaming at each other. I took it and then went back to my green couch and put my blanket over my head. There was no way I was going to eat dinner with those people. I don't deserve to be in the same room with screaming people. I deserve better than that. I'm just going to walk away. I don't want to be around people who treat me like trash, no matter how I treated them yesterday or a week ago. I only yelled at them on Monday because I wasn't feeling them and I had a migraine then as well and they had already pushed all of my buttons all day. I have a very, very short fuse with Keturah and Justin. The instant they start to raise their voice, I'm triggered. I just can't handle it. I can't keep my voice down. I can't deescalate the situation. I can't use the kind mom voice. I just want to match their volume and scream, too. It's a learned behavior, especially when I have a migraine distracting me. So, I must walk away. I must ignore. I must NOT respond. Except then they will ignore me and go back to playing on their phone instead of doing their chore. I guess I just have to calmly repeat myself if they say why. "Time to vacuum." "When I finish this episode." "Time to vacuum" "Let me finish." "Time to vacuum" "Leave me alone!" "Time to vacuum." "Go away!" "Time to vacuum" "I'm going!" "Time to vacuum." I could try that. I could just be an annoying alarm clock that they can't shut off. Sigh. It still takes a lot of effort and I don't have time to stand in her doorway, but I could try.</p><p>- Then the other one, who likes to yell at me the instant he comes in the door or I go to him while he's playing a video game. The one who doesn't tell me when he comes home or when he leaves. The one who squeals his tires so the whole neighborhood knows he has pulled in the driveway because he's still confusing the gas pedal with the brake pedal and therefore I'm not sure if I can trust him to drive all the way to Greenfield or not wit the truck. Yeah, him. Justin. The one who can't pay his insurance bill on time despite having 3 paychecks for the month already. Ahem. It's due as soon as the 2nd paycheck hits. It's due BEFORE you pay CVS any money for snacks. AHEM. It's due when you pay Grandpa his $25. Where's my money?</p><p>- Oh my eyes hurt. They have hurt all day. It's the lack of sleep. It's the migraines. It's they trying to keep them open yet I need to look at a screen. I've been on the bring of crying all day because of the pain in my head and the pain my my back from sleeping on the couch. I've chosen to sleep alone because I don't want to be touched because I don't feel good. But the back pain is now at a level I can't bear anymore. Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice. It's all I ever do. And what good does it do? My kids are selfish and brats, willing to serve at church and not at home. No perfect angels here. I can't even type anymore. I just want to sleep. I'm so tired, itchy, and hurting. No one or thing can offer me hope. I have no hope in anything. I just want to cry. Everyone else can find hope in Jesus. I'm just miserable. Am I really where I need to be? What if I'm being punished more for leaving Indian Creek too soon and not waiting long enough? What if I cut my bridges too soon? Why can't Jared listen to my church? Should I ask him? But he's so stubborn. I'm probably wrong. I'm always wrong. And now I'm suffering the consequences. But I like this church. And I can't go back. I would have to apologize and make amends. I don't want to do that. I enjoy this new church. I love these new people. Sigh. I don't know how to break the ice with Jared without it all being my fault. I don't even know whose fault it is. I was just saying mean things because Monday was a rough day. And I needed help. But by crying out and giving up, I pushed him away. Because he shuts down. He's not used to the meltdowns. And he plays the martyred wimp. He went onward to see his friends and ignore me. What a punk. I was left feeling neglected. As always. And he hasn't said a word to me since. More than 48 hrs. Silent treatment. Sigh. Whatever. I'm not worthy. I'm not allowed to be at my wit's end. No meltdowns for a grown adult. Not allowed. Just have to move on and put the big girl panties on and drive the kid to Tang Soo. Yuck. Thanks a million. </p><p>- I just don't want to be yelled at. I want cooperative help. Thanks.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiB-ciXqnXZRPb1m84MDS98TDyU4THtFRgiaCYOj21_DFsj0HqjMPDLvfVBgENawBU3PkaG2-DiN4oIxu90QXVid1GmTieIPjLux6uX2QW0g0MJfp09ydGLHUlEaoe7wr2z3QDUUZ40OFJXY1uRswbvozw55Xp4exkgO-0nVjDtMuecj8JBhEQQ/s4032/IMG_5681.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiB-ciXqnXZRPb1m84MDS98TDyU4THtFRgiaCYOj21_DFsj0HqjMPDLvfVBgENawBU3PkaG2-DiN4oIxu90QXVid1GmTieIPjLux6uX2QW0g0MJfp09ydGLHUlEaoe7wr2z3QDUUZ40OFJXY1uRswbvozw55Xp4exkgO-0nVjDtMuecj8JBhEQQ/w480-h640/IMG_5681.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I picked up the library books Abishai ordered under his library card. He's devouring them already! He said he is reading some of the words.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwiXnlZC9pJBxVpPITjBP4oKbyTmcFHNWXCtSCkoMfeNKmRfTGAaaTBCreYjjhsLzEPn9oMw8Z0OASMJu6j_mDUII-Es6RXx0tOnu27zEyAxBwrDKgN95nJImTQbBcXQdbboA-36LGt9u8OH2h2fQlIOLqiluMF9v8RZDmA0299nGauKuyH4AsQ/s4032/IMG_5682.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAwiXnlZC9pJBxVpPITjBP4oKbyTmcFHNWXCtSCkoMfeNKmRfTGAaaTBCreYjjhsLzEPn9oMw8Z0OASMJu6j_mDUII-Es6RXx0tOnu27zEyAxBwrDKgN95nJImTQbBcXQdbboA-36LGt9u8OH2h2fQlIOLqiluMF9v8RZDmA0299nGauKuyH4AsQ/w300-h400/IMG_5682.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He wanted to make this today and was so excited until he tasted it. It did not taste good to him. I agree. The chocolate flavored sauce on top was gross so I threw that away. The whipped cream and chocolate pudding in this one was much butter than in the Twinkie flavored one, so we'll try to keep eating that. Justin ate the rest of the bowl. I can eat a few bites at a time. But it's all regular milk based, so my stomach can only handle so much of it. At least it looks pretty.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp2yO833nsElMWbuPY_Va5XVztsndDfV8ljd5IL7wCy2zrmG3RCCQmkNxRhhZrsAN8w0fJV_rZdOlYzBJpOiEXA6qfMncWBxbTf0NVOJ51gz0IF3GdBJMz1lx0ebvEe6zrOknbEzwGda1Ns9Ff1ebvZC3XVYAxqPLWQzkTS66onbsZI1hcCCLYg/s4032/IMG_5976.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUp2yO833nsElMWbuPY_Va5XVztsndDfV8ljd5IL7wCy2zrmG3RCCQmkNxRhhZrsAN8w0fJV_rZdOlYzBJpOiEXA6qfMncWBxbTf0NVOJ51gz0IF3GdBJMz1lx0ebvEe6zrOknbEzwGda1Ns9Ff1ebvZC3XVYAxqPLWQzkTS66onbsZI1hcCCLYg/w640-h480/IMG_5976.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First night of sparring with his new gear! Aw...and I think I see a little preggo belly on Miss Dana, too! (on the left with the red belt). That's Teacher Nathan in front of Abishai, Miss Dana's husband. Keep your eyes on Teacher Nathan or your sparring partner!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - </p><p>- Finally, a day completely at home! So I turned off all my alarms and did not rush to get up. I think it was closer to 9:45 when I looked at the clock. And I actually did not have a headache for the first time all week! I know my headaches are linked to sleep deprivation. But, when else do I get time to myself? I just spent two hours cleaning out Justin's email inbox for him. Ok, I guess I didn't have to do that. But it was so satisfying. And now I can help him keep up with it again. He had to upload it on my computer so he could use Google docs for the Debate and Speech classes. So I was taking a peek to make sure there was nothing sinister in his email from the last couple of years and I wanted to make sure he got the assignment right. He definitely got the assignment correct, so he was paying attention to what I did with Keturah's email and Google docs the other day. That will serve him well in the future if other classes or jobs require him to use Google in this way. He also spent some time on answering the questions, too, which we were going to do on Saturday, so that's a plus. Phew! I thought we were going to be so behind! But Keturah, he and I have tried to chip away at the assignments 15-30 minutes every day and I think we've got a lot of it handled. I need to affiliate with the national debate organization and go through some of the manuals but I'm not terribly worried about that. Notebooks are set up and the first assignments are underway. And his email was mostly junk stuff that hadn't been deleted. It's all organized and deleted now. He'll be able to sort his important email from now on and delete the rest. It was mostly old notifications from when he looked into using Facebook and Twitter and when he did livestreams on YouTube. And gaming accounts like Twitch, Steam, Nintendo, Playstation, etc. Very innocent stuff. So, not exactly the most productive thing I should be doing, but, it will help set him up for later.</p><p>- Abishai protested again with his schoolwork, but he also got it done in time to watch the newer Tron reboot. He said it was a little weird like I told him it was. And then he watched Incredibles: 2 with Daddy after Tang Soo Do and ended up coming back out after bedtime because he was scared that the Mommy and Daddy had gotten hurt by the bad guys. Sigh. He said he conquered one of his moves at Tang Soo Do, one of the kicks I think. And he got to see Uriah's dog, Cooper, who we saw on a video with Uriah's girls saying, "Cooper, (goes), blah, blah, blah." He thought it was a funny video, so he liked seeing Cooper the dog tonight, too.</p><p>- Ugh, totally sidetracked, again, now it's 11:50pm. Whatever. Justin is going to drive out to Greenfield for the first time in the truck so he can go with Tom, Kellie, and Kya tomorrow all day. That leaves me with Abishai only to go to park day with. He says he doesn't want to go, but it's the park with the gaga ball pit and the better splash pad. But he hasn't wanted to play in the splash pads so I don't know. I'll wait and see how things go in the morning, especially now that I'm late finishing up. I had a few more things I wanted to do this evening, like order library books for history. Sigh. Park day doesn't start until 2pm anyways. The weather should be perfect. And since it's in Greenfield, we should have a good turnout. And we don't have anything on Saturday, so, I should have time then to catch up on anything. We'll see.</p><p>- Oh, and I finally went outside to check the pool since the kids haven't been in all week again. The algae is growing again, which means all their hard work is undone. And someone didn't leave the filter running either. Ugh! Don't turn off the filter! Dummies! There's tons of stuff on the bottom again! We'll be closing it down in a few weeks, but still. Not nice! My dreams of having the older kids out there enjoying it with Abishai is all going to pot, too. And I can't be out there when the water is too cold and the sun is hurting my skin. And Jared can't get in when his back is hurting. Whatever. All the kids want to do after school is those darn screens. It makes me so mad. I begged and begged for a pool. They loved to swim they said. I try to provide for them. And then, they won't use it. Invite some friends over. Something. I was trying to get a handle on the chemicals before I invited people over. Hopefully I will be better at it next year with a routine and maybe we can get a stronger filter system so the vacuum will work better. I'll get there. Just add this to my failure list. It's just how I've felt this week. One big flop of a failure. Sigh. I think I will drown my sorrows in some sugar now. I'm hungry. Midnight snack time.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmYVGieuTQIDk0nqnwY1mtclIkVP-IZ0sbU6LSdGIMeYDeFp8WyRhAsBzDo-wiTg-JWnoWarUWUJKc1du3IONNadKd8qQrxj8bILkjokP0u4S6I68wSLTXMmDcVYqTolpkssYp9a21-Q7IFSQjUCsp4Xt0MtxkFEPMVSS93Vqga8IEhISxmljmw/s526/300361146_187285673761243_8359750285685684116_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="514" data-original-width="526" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAmYVGieuTQIDk0nqnwY1mtclIkVP-IZ0sbU6LSdGIMeYDeFp8WyRhAsBzDo-wiTg-JWnoWarUWUJKc1du3IONNadKd8qQrxj8bILkjokP0u4S6I68wSLTXMmDcVYqTolpkssYp9a21-Q7IFSQjUCsp4Xt0MtxkFEPMVSS93Vqga8IEhISxmljmw/s320/300361146_187285673761243_8359750285685684116_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big discussion today because President Biden announced that he's signing into law or what have you loan forgiveness for college loans, $20,000 I think for undergraduate and $10,000 for graduate and doctorate. I'm not sure of the details. But I wrote about my personal opinions and how I don't understand how anyone could still be paying off loans well into their retirement years. Or even at our ages. Maybe we are a special case. Maybe I had a lot of academic and need based scholarships. Maybe because Gary paid for all of Jared's undergrad and graduate studies. And I was able to pay of what little debt I had with my parents' life insurance money. I don't know. But Benaiah just told me he didn't have to take out any loans for this school year either. His FAFSA worked out that he has to pay a little bit in cash like we did when we were first married. I was a commuter student with a high GPA and a very low income like Benaiah's. I went to a private university full time. His school is technically a public school but he's online and not needing a dorm and food and all that, but he's a full time student. So yes, even 20 years later, college can be done without debt. You just have to think it through a bit more. Or do something like this, trade school, where you earn your way through. And then I saw from a friend how unChristian like people like I am are being because every 7 years God forgave debt in the Bible. Uh, ok. This isn't the Old Testament anymore. And I can't afford to pay for some kid's college degree especially if they felt like fooling around and now they can't find a job to pay their own debt. It's not debt forgiveness. Somebody is actually going to pay for it in the long run. And that's us other taxpayers. The universities aren't taking a pay cut. They already got their money. And the banks will get theirs, but just on a time delay. So no, honey, I'm not being mean. I just refuse to pay for someone else's poor choices. And if you want to come back at me for when we used the loan forgiveness thing on a short sale of the Beech Grove house, yes, we got to take advantage of not being hit with the taxes of selling that house at a significant loss. We owed $100K on that house and it sold for $30K. The taxes and all that would have been a nightmare. But, we also paid the consequences for it because our credit was absolutely ruined. More than 10 years worth of great credit. So how did we get a loan for this house? We didn't. We had help from a family member who paid for us and we are paying them back. We pay our debts. And we paid my student loans. And we paid any car loan and credit card we have ever had. And I'm freaking out over a $2,000 Amazon credit card balance right now, which is our only debt besides the mortgage on the house. Because debt is bad. And our kids know it. That's why Benaiah doesn't have a car loan or student loan. That's why Justin is using the truck. We aren't the ones who were dumb with our money, even back in the day of college. I worked hard to get a high GPA and get academic scholarships so I wouldn't have loans. I am not paying off someone else's loans because they choose to be stupid in college and not have a job or they went to a big university and stayed on campus instead of commuting from their parents' house or they didn't take a gap year to figure themselves out first. #notmyproblem Sorry, not sorry. It has nothing to do with being a good Christian or not. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWYFaxeRuATWp4uPKteDK_bea0ZZmIauNKYPZtu1DTdeeapAvqV2ZbPiSUpIXKpFgY-Bu3qG5Dk-dG1-ReJ8GWpxySTGMEDrNRMkVNaNDmtTaKKi8s2hyRC5hOL1G7Xv89v5wYw8YCXpudmhT4qr3MI1ldC26fd18nx6OI-8RC0n3tl-RH52Ifg/s4032/IMG_5684.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWYFaxeRuATWp4uPKteDK_bea0ZZmIauNKYPZtu1DTdeeapAvqV2ZbPiSUpIXKpFgY-Bu3qG5Dk-dG1-ReJ8GWpxySTGMEDrNRMkVNaNDmtTaKKi8s2hyRC5hOL1G7Xv89v5wYw8YCXpudmhT4qr3MI1ldC26fd18nx6OI-8RC0n3tl-RH52Ifg/s320/IMG_5684.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared tried to sweeten me up by leaving this for me for breakfast. He had made some fudge the other day, but whipped up the cream this morning while I was sleeping.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSD14rvAHv6Pf5CLxuqVaikjgzmcVLotvAVzdpreHUPd6_CaHw_xPcZeHGKstuij5pKbbkMd8rYt8GJ6t91-TeDFwXGvqDeYhyo3sb3t7IYYEVkZdYK3u96h2adc76DTwF_QHJmgDlmrXyrlSfK--v4eK1K8Q2PQVQ2Qlg72CfQQWIX_1R2L2vgw/s4032/IMG_5685.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSD14rvAHv6Pf5CLxuqVaikjgzmcVLotvAVzdpreHUPd6_CaHw_xPcZeHGKstuij5pKbbkMd8rYt8GJ6t91-TeDFwXGvqDeYhyo3sb3t7IYYEVkZdYK3u96h2adc76DTwF_QHJmgDlmrXyrlSfK--v4eK1K8Q2PQVQ2Qlg72CfQQWIX_1R2L2vgw/s320/IMG_5685.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hCfEyLdkp_GArYaymZxYXk65gSHz2Jb2MJJGs5w9PU9vW6ZBoiK8gCy8gB0nWSUsAF3GCACmVAnQu7e-4i-G3KTf5tygz17bRWBrz-ssNCSkvHhPyZs8h4OMId4j0nR0vhhECVGqWoMj1H4w3JaDH0b0gP_loh6hQ_34I3IOlKyrpIT0zvIK8w/s4032/IMG_5687.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hCfEyLdkp_GArYaymZxYXk65gSHz2Jb2MJJGs5w9PU9vW6ZBoiK8gCy8gB0nWSUsAF3GCACmVAnQu7e-4i-G3KTf5tygz17bRWBrz-ssNCSkvHhPyZs8h4OMId4j0nR0vhhECVGqWoMj1H4w3JaDH0b0gP_loh6hQ_34I3IOlKyrpIT0zvIK8w/s320/IMG_5687.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared also finally made the pickles he was talking about for the last two weeks from all the cucumbers people had given us. Look at how long those spears are! But that's what Abishai wanted, so, there ya go! Jared's first attempt at his own refrigerator pickles! There's another jar in the other fridge, too! And we still have cucumbers to spare!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PJgejcxkjYysULEdXLJrOp6zw2caFz1LW3ewQeU1mW_xjS1ES2D-Ryt0B_tdXiuEb62Nf10nsQK5OSfrsNOMgJEMBwh7IZfEo6qcfyhZSHO8t6aKb3XqvJEcoqa5N_86Li8myAOw4TKFOjmNi4b-T9n19gOH6c4hwvF3eBV-Tsg4sZlR6bPapg/s2048/IMG_5690.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="922" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PJgejcxkjYysULEdXLJrOp6zw2caFz1LW3ewQeU1mW_xjS1ES2D-Ryt0B_tdXiuEb62Nf10nsQK5OSfrsNOMgJEMBwh7IZfEo6qcfyhZSHO8t6aKb3XqvJEcoqa5N_86Li8myAOw4TKFOjmNi4b-T9n19gOH6c4hwvF3eBV-Tsg4sZlR6bPapg/w288-h640/IMG_5690.JPG" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More photos from sparring night. Nice kick Abishai! He is getting his kicks higher now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJARgX4XtKyCTRdPAQPj-_PQ3PD9HmkCVjB2OLX6QYiAn3sCkm789_eaN4ffDHa_WTYrxPuuuQ_rHJ1KuCuhRyvNP-nb1d7LiVxlhKuJstb0XRek79DlUf1WjHACrO97ZV-wWpJ3FeeyHXgADRqvdlaVjNAOe33InzRy4tbTv3oyoaciXeuFmYQ/s2048/IMG_5692.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="922" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRJARgX4XtKyCTRdPAQPj-_PQ3PD9HmkCVjB2OLX6QYiAn3sCkm789_eaN4ffDHa_WTYrxPuuuQ_rHJ1KuCuhRyvNP-nb1d7LiVxlhKuJstb0XRek79DlUf1WjHACrO97ZV-wWpJ3FeeyHXgADRqvdlaVjNAOe33InzRy4tbTv3oyoaciXeuFmYQ/w288-h640/IMG_5692.JPG" width="288" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai took one to the chest!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPeMIlmm0x_4A1Ic9J5WgtMToKmSF5Tgf7SE81lJ9OM2WJSJhuhHZF8BvtGet7ZxPqE7ccLfrWD9lIAgBEJRPtsEHdBGyrEvK6FqJH5V58iJuWfZ2x6TpVTAbmKcEwDkwdZtf4wnukV2fhs5XjtO2vKTrC3qbYYzHvnvXgzcKu0CIev2axhU1hQ/s876/IMG_5693.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKPeMIlmm0x_4A1Ic9J5WgtMToKmSF5Tgf7SE81lJ9OM2WJSJhuhHZF8BvtGet7ZxPqE7ccLfrWD9lIAgBEJRPtsEHdBGyrEvK6FqJH5V58iJuWfZ2x6TpVTAbmKcEwDkwdZtf4wnukV2fhs5XjtO2vKTrC3qbYYzHvnvXgzcKu0CIev2axhU1hQ/s320/IMG_5693.JPG" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I shared this with the family and said if Leah didn't want whatever hip or knee surgery she needs, Gary could get her this cool ride. It's even e2 green! Lol!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Friday - </p><p>- Coffee and insomnia hit again, hard, last night. I didn't sleep until probably close to 5am. Actually, I turned off the computer at 4am saying to myself, "Wow, I better go to bed because Jared's alarm clock goes off at 5am and he better not catch me still awake." So I slept on the couch despite knowing my hip was going to hurt because of it. I had found great relief the night before sleeping in the bed just for that one night. I need my bed. But when I feel moody and undeserving, I don't want to be near anyone, so the couch gets me. Thus I've been in pain all week. I did hear Justin get up and leave to drive out to Greenfield to go with Tom, Kellie, and Kya today to seem some tractors, old cars, and cool old stuff. And of course Abishai gave me lots of hugs and kisses to wake me up. He said Daddy had made me a yummy again, so that was nice to wake up to. By the time I did get up though, the whipped cream was melty and the chocolate wasn't firm anymore and I was left with putting it all away again, but ok, fine, whatever. Jared expects that I will get up soon, and well, I'm not, so I guess it's my own fault. I just wish he would take the time to put things away, too. Sigh.</p><p>- Justin didn't come home until 7pm because the event they went to was 2 hrs away. But he said they had fun. He was tired and didn't want to talk much but he was impressed by a cool old washing machine thing that could press out the stains between two pieces of metal. It was like Conner Prairie in a way but after seeing Kellie's photos, it was more like the 1930's or so. But anyway. Justin did drive the truck to and from Greenfield for the first time without any issue, so that made everybody's day much, much easier. Yeah! Freedom! He says he needs to get gas soon, but he's also broke somehow. I have no idea how. He's had three paychecks. One of them was a short week or something. And he owes us car insurance money. I keep telling him he needs a second job. But he thinks he will magically get more hours or more per hour or something. Um, no. You need more hours by getting a second job and giving up video games, buddy, i.e. working in the evening like normal kids your age. If you can't make your financial obligations, then you have to change something. Sigh. I'm about to take away his debit card so he can't stop at CVS anymore. It's getting a bit ridiculous. In one year he needs to be working full time or going to college. That's the reality. So how about it? Hm?</p><p>- Speaking of school, Abishai was a pain in the rear again today. So he was grounded from screen time. I then made him and Keturah go outside for 30 minutes regardless of their screentime. They ended up playing in the pool for more than that. They didn't care if there were floaties in it or not. It was kind of cold though with the air temps only in the lower 80's again. We haven't had an August heatwave. I couldn't stand it outside of course. Despite wearing long linen pants and long sleeve shirt and staying in the shade, I still felt the pricklies of the sun right through me. I had to go inside much sooner than I wanted to because I couldn't stand it. I never would have made it through the Israel trip. It makes me so sad and so angry. But anyway. </p><p>- Abishai still didn't finish his homework until after supper and did his math with Daddy. Daddy has more patience for him sometimes and went over details about how to write an 8 and how to set up the problem. I still just set it up for him and think "I'll someday go over how to write an 8 correctly" but then never get to it. Maybe Daddy should be the one to homeschool and not Mommy. Not a great confidence booster for Mommy. But at least now maybe Abishai will get his 8's looking right. 2 weeks of school done, lots more to go. Keturah got most of her stuff done, but I had to tweak how she studies. She won't slow down and guesses half of the time. "I don't need to watch the video, I know what I'm doing." Then why did you get all these problems wrong? Watch the video! Same with her vocabulary. She's studying it the same way she did last year and still couldn't tell me some of them after two weeks. Time to actually write them out and use flash cards like a normal person does. Quit memorizing who is who in the Pirates movies and do what you are told. Sigh. I told her 5 times in a row to walk around the pool to look for goggles so Abishai could get them from the bottom of the pool. She did not budge. It's like they are all deaf to me. Hard of hearing. Refuse to listen. </p><p>- Just like a lot of adults in my life don't listen to me either and therefore I refuse to speak to them. Other adults can do the talking. Or the kids can be the ones to communicate with them about their needs. From mowing and Bible class and vacations to if they need my address or RSVP or help. They can contact me and I'll give them an answer. I'm not going to initiative and triple check that they got the message correctly and send out reminders. If they don't hear me, it's not my fault. They've all learned to tune me out. And sometimes I think God has tuned me out, too. But I did hear something from social media today that we are human BEings and not DOings. If we are so used to DOing and being in fight or flight mode that when we start to be safe and then feel unsettled because of it, it's ok. Just recognize it. Just BE. Sit with it. You are actual SAFE. You don't have to do anything. You don't have to fight or flight or flee. So, I'll try to do that and see how it feels. Maybe that's the peace part of life that I don't understand. That everything is actually ok. I don't have to work right now. Just stop and do nothing. Stare at the wall. It's ok. I've been intentional and working so hard for so long that I don't know how to sit still and do nothing. It goes against my nature. I have to learn to lean back and do nothing. But I also have to shut off all the distractions, and that's hard because I do have to stay connected with my job. So, anyway.</p><p>- I'm exhausted. I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I should do some computer things. IAHE emails and ordering MOH books and speech homework with Keturah. Maybe groceries. We are almost out of peanut butter. We are out of bread. And I just don't want to care. I want someone else to care for once. If my family doesn't care to listen to me, why should I care about listening to them and their needs. I have food. I can find all kinds of things to eat. I do need some meds, so yeah, I guess I need to go at some point soon. But when? I don't want to make the big haul. It's too tiring. No one eats what I buy anyway. Abishai only eats Pb&J and hot dogs and a couple of kinds of vegetables. Keturah complains about everything I buy and makes. Justin is less picky, sort of. Why can't Jared take them all to the grocery store? Why do I need to go? They can make their own menu plan and they can pick it all out. Then they can't complain. I don't even know what the bank account looks like because the website updated and Jared used a different password or something and I can't get in and Quicken is several days behind. Ugh. Sigh. It kind of all sucks right now. You all figure it out. I'll just sit around and do nothing like you all do and wait on my supper to be made. You make supper while you are hurting and feel like garbage. Yup, whatever. I'm done.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcZ_N1lWqyZyk9t0gACBc84C4n_4D02QpAhgFmo-fQ-VLE0vy9ciLouAEOHJbYYHe8zid9VLwKAUSsPCBeAhvXJ6f1ckvG1htzX9RL18jAUDgbKQAubKOi8HQm190xnDOTts4FzqLrDM6T0iLGGbWFd82qc7ilNGWVh2Js4fbapO8GzPIvGR0Qg/s3840/44295E2E-1121-4A63-931C-729AE94260E3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3840" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcZ_N1lWqyZyk9t0gACBc84C4n_4D02QpAhgFmo-fQ-VLE0vy9ciLouAEOHJbYYHe8zid9VLwKAUSsPCBeAhvXJ6f1ckvG1htzX9RL18jAUDgbKQAubKOi8HQm190xnDOTts4FzqLrDM6T0iLGGbWFd82qc7ilNGWVh2Js4fbapO8GzPIvGR0Qg/s320/44295E2E-1121-4A63-931C-729AE94260E3.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQwz4i6VWwL_PIXOj6OfDWZYAxd9kxYds0V_kLBWrm0ZBPXCweN0Ovozp9q8BVmyHp3KJqk9ho-PSnzpQkaZ1y837hJMlBv2e73cRfJDfnc5vKXpc0dUIyJecfipt94bvXNGxmNmSaMg6jG_nInFfOgjQBUOkPSVwwaR-BNUvRucG-VrtSAUaHg/s564/300433746_439278984895194_205562383874954098_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="564" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQwz4i6VWwL_PIXOj6OfDWZYAxd9kxYds0V_kLBWrm0ZBPXCweN0Ovozp9q8BVmyHp3KJqk9ho-PSnzpQkaZ1y837hJMlBv2e73cRfJDfnc5vKXpc0dUIyJecfipt94bvXNGxmNmSaMg6jG_nInFfOgjQBUOkPSVwwaR-BNUvRucG-VrtSAUaHg/s320/300433746_439278984895194_205562383874954098_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This year especially, I think my body will appreciate the cooler weather. I just hope the apples have waited for us this year. I keep forgetting that Indiana apples come on starting in August.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AcKbeCQDD0NbmEB0cr24n_ZsOTl-7tR5oFSLFNDtpYGFL0wUb8kicI8u1NVpSKCSxmeH4OuQeqZG-A6XByoc8y1iZlpSgDQWhcSwRitsYS-WyNaFpLNp4aA7rzxtczMnu6fy_0WAuZTj3Z8L5rmX8SVXsQizf2wuXkyIlkEgqN5JsshJ0ZScOw/s4032/68324304459__C07E6557-F78E-4615-AF76-E499A07D6CFC.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5AcKbeCQDD0NbmEB0cr24n_ZsOTl-7tR5oFSLFNDtpYGFL0wUb8kicI8u1NVpSKCSxmeH4OuQeqZG-A6XByoc8y1iZlpSgDQWhcSwRitsYS-WyNaFpLNp4aA7rzxtczMnu6fy_0WAuZTj3Z8L5rmX8SVXsQizf2wuXkyIlkEgqN5JsshJ0ZScOw/s320/68324304459__C07E6557-F78E-4615-AF76-E499A07D6CFC.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made one of those meals from the box things for supper. A little bit of lime and garlic sour cream, fresh tomato, onion and lime pico de gallo to go on tacos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFIJ-jZMqWD_NJGLVulGXNJDrOL1ymg3MfpVOCagVLw1D-bajeyh6iGh5qZVkQ74Yxb8ccr5A5S_tn50rfRjeOeNZ-Oh1nA7uE2NI3NIG0M6p5S48aVMK_ImTLBD0Io8CVqyOwJYyLg4BdGHoFZEyp5J7Zfm_WxT5C8BGQeABCPzdd-pkRK7auw/s4032/68324305391__ED46F46A-2095-4AD0-8F89-37E70D52C988.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCFIJ-jZMqWD_NJGLVulGXNJDrOL1ymg3MfpVOCagVLw1D-bajeyh6iGh5qZVkQ74Yxb8ccr5A5S_tn50rfRjeOeNZ-Oh1nA7uE2NI3NIG0M6p5S48aVMK_ImTLBD0Io8CVqyOwJYyLg4BdGHoFZEyp5J7Zfm_WxT5C8BGQeABCPzdd-pkRK7auw/s320/68324305391__ED46F46A-2095-4AD0-8F89-37E70D52C988.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ground pork and green pepper with onion and garlic for tacos. They have soft wheat tortillas, I have my blue tortilla chips of course. And now I'm hungry again.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfoe_GxaV6yjGZFFi43sJRx7tDLtZcA3Ez7uYn-3fEievd_vWoXHd-xERgUN0BaWpTYCW5d2nCNji5ONixsWtUWtlwR57IO-CDa20MvjGb1Cl8Zew4j2mhNsWCcBBgqwd6EkDEAvwvNqxaBVbrDLFLDqWvs51fyKIt8kcmXUdQQ0CK4b_YGByhQ/s4032/IMG_5694.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWfoe_GxaV6yjGZFFi43sJRx7tDLtZcA3Ez7uYn-3fEievd_vWoXHd-xERgUN0BaWpTYCW5d2nCNji5ONixsWtUWtlwR57IO-CDa20MvjGb1Cl8Zew4j2mhNsWCcBBgqwd6EkDEAvwvNqxaBVbrDLFLDqWvs51fyKIt8kcmXUdQQ0CK4b_YGByhQ/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My breakfast. GF brownie and chocolate fudge with homemade whipped cream.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDt-mgQv0ncDVcLKdG6Aw2ToDC8sM_B4vW37UVT-iDBK9_sd-ozT4NbkUfrlK4aDwhMU63IfQ3KDUaqKYWa1j2SpZmoWn1fSVMrLgCV5koTS8HluEwkzpGkpKEHg6OCgM7n7CMXzcSm524YpAHglOwOO-h4t3Jwo8HacKjMirwwxxgoUoXqubU6w/s4032/IMG_5696.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDt-mgQv0ncDVcLKdG6Aw2ToDC8sM_B4vW37UVT-iDBK9_sd-ozT4NbkUfrlK4aDwhMU63IfQ3KDUaqKYWa1j2SpZmoWn1fSVMrLgCV5koTS8HluEwkzpGkpKEHg6OCgM7n7CMXzcSm524YpAHglOwOO-h4t3Jwo8HacKjMirwwxxgoUoXqubU6w/s320/IMG_5696.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look, Mom, what I can do with Daddy's back flip table! Daddy said I could use it! Goof ball.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6wE7KZlCoiDfIbpVyKCFKxJXKl3JWeBJfE0gy--w73kb7JivHifITFZjZN8CEEXgquJwuSWAv-sIQGI8qwItZd-TI9cy2uU5vTD8Oy2zgD365vzZ_28VdC3alVEAqMM5I672JiDH4yhQ_3sPmd12CtF8XrqG59-blTMP5n01BpJirPYFCGYX1g/s1792/IMG_5699.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6wE7KZlCoiDfIbpVyKCFKxJXKl3JWeBJfE0gy--w73kb7JivHifITFZjZN8CEEXgquJwuSWAv-sIQGI8qwItZd-TI9cy2uU5vTD8Oy2zgD365vzZ_28VdC3alVEAqMM5I672JiDH4yhQ_3sPmd12CtF8XrqG59-blTMP5n01BpJirPYFCGYX1g/w296-h640/IMG_5699.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't think I can pull this one off, but it sounds wondeful.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV36UlEFt5cvK6S38SDsMoJbnCFgCHBdnHq4NMGD81POuqjYANnNkKH43G-P0E7WRKeskCpRkX0GMmvQiAZOYOSkQMAZjYq61DaakqheqnMRiE8C_XVJ0Am9N1eLwE1Jtip4YjcC_xAAbWd5IXUFjubRc-T-w1WWXkW6JIqLZ4I8b1jZ0g8dM91w/s4032/IMG_5700.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV36UlEFt5cvK6S38SDsMoJbnCFgCHBdnHq4NMGD81POuqjYANnNkKH43G-P0E7WRKeskCpRkX0GMmvQiAZOYOSkQMAZjYq61DaakqheqnMRiE8C_XVJ0Am9N1eLwE1Jtip4YjcC_xAAbWd5IXUFjubRc-T-w1WWXkW6JIqLZ4I8b1jZ0g8dM91w/w480-h640/IMG_5700.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told him to go outside and he was grounded from electronics because he was acting up during school work time. I had had enough. He got his teeball set out and figured out the right angle to hit the ball to make it fly up and go far. Well down!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs_jbC9WHNFsu6Wfh47DKAZpB6zdefo96W7mBe8A5_uH7Iu0oH5bdVyRixnxLISdPUn1YXkK1jZZrBPpxnAm9sZs66wTdLVv-4o9V9jHqA4z_uOqu6lOv1RETVm5lKz_099F2pvP-YDT9uaIbTXfgCoEIi6ay_F3EJ7lUP3isdiynJw5alQpVPQ/s3520/IMG_5701.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgs_jbC9WHNFsu6Wfh47DKAZpB6zdefo96W7mBe8A5_uH7Iu0oH5bdVyRixnxLISdPUn1YXkK1jZZrBPpxnAm9sZs66wTdLVv-4o9V9jHqA4z_uOqu6lOv1RETVm5lKz_099F2pvP-YDT9uaIbTXfgCoEIi6ay_F3EJ7lUP3isdiynJw5alQpVPQ/w360-h640/IMG_5701.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think karate has given him good posture and positions for any sport now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw7dP0ZZI23sWwrShjbKRo11EvsQPhdil9_dsCiZLfpdOsXFFNec8jAlfsa3igNDiV0HOdDJOmQTkrYL9QPgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw72qEYBG7cw2S89oyLFcc4_Spqh376tPnuHc_hhK5JXkWZ2eSIJlzYJg-bb9JyQ5UbaMYeLvi_19BrZZf9QQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGyKggGuwxYGLAnIna2q1XCzEkvl5dPslMdxJp4t8rqQce59rX0mm2c-hw9jTtNNiznvs_HmrOveUW4i5s16UqoXH04eDv6pEaeXXRhL1qoO1ZvAQAvVxuU2uqeFhEanvwobduXZFCBaMF_3nNXtdsLIBDquskOQijqQSZeBAr4oorsgizVLfeQ/s4032/IMG_5704.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGyKggGuwxYGLAnIna2q1XCzEkvl5dPslMdxJp4t8rqQce59rX0mm2c-hw9jTtNNiznvs_HmrOveUW4i5s16UqoXH04eDv6pEaeXXRhL1qoO1ZvAQAvVxuU2uqeFhEanvwobduXZFCBaMF_3nNXtdsLIBDquskOQijqQSZeBAr4oorsgizVLfeQ/s320/IMG_5704.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And back at it in the pool, of course. Keturah told him he had to go in the pool with his pjs on or else she wouldn't play with him. He obliged under peer pressure. Keturah can be quite the bully sometimes. She did get in trouble of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgjdbaCDqsShVTQhlWHXaTnyq8YIdrZmfEKtJqgWnPjeSWw7_lBOBFL3N7qbpRnOVWHWs96D4D_-FMwZ9NxGhFjqdEWhBc6cADOMi55Rd7poOWmbaiEbyfok6QOtUZ8f0j8VWHW1ed2ovm7Vy1-CwJJqnTLD7pZUqkiXKgD_fOBDp1KZ17J3wIQ/s4032/IMG_5705.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgjdbaCDqsShVTQhlWHXaTnyq8YIdrZmfEKtJqgWnPjeSWw7_lBOBFL3N7qbpRnOVWHWs96D4D_-FMwZ9NxGhFjqdEWhBc6cADOMi55Rd7poOWmbaiEbyfok6QOtUZ8f0j8VWHW1ed2ovm7Vy1-CwJJqnTLD7pZUqkiXKgD_fOBDp1KZ17J3wIQ/w640-h480/IMG_5705.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHZ8Mzn4cRguouAOqdNKznkhQfkEHsu6HHLDJKbPQEetegZSdxIhKlnlC_VDW5agdmO8bKknRGniTEIxS6-r-e2MQCypPZXMw5RoyUcEIgf3Hb2ctC5lNJsBBGrMsfmgZC7iljoO-QyuHRWBdIcD2rs-G1GPL1R1AU1JibRNebOu9EpFvg94PF0g/s3520/IMG_5706.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC623qUA01y7FeKqkwsoiHG1gU1-M0v0cMoZ7Wvc5mmAnDqoowkG5DAwuweFJSBqS6ly7mA0NWqBuTk0gjeDIwU1xCnY5iYFiK07meHg9zYz0M6CVOexGLDoqKIjLLXqCxpA48g4sbpnLSaARs9ozAfnN_iZiLb2UPjzxaROVIIkIlf_FSr6AMA/s4032/IMG_5712.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXC623qUA01y7FeKqkwsoiHG1gU1-M0v0cMoZ7Wvc5mmAnDqoowkG5DAwuweFJSBqS6ly7mA0NWqBuTk0gjeDIwU1xCnY5iYFiK07meHg9zYz0M6CVOexGLDoqKIjLLXqCxpA48g4sbpnLSaARs9ozAfnN_iZiLb2UPjzxaROVIIkIlf_FSr6AMA/w480-h640/IMG_5712.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai taking a nap on a raft.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_-oNvCzCiTJkCxaZK9t4Q_lnhLWdKaF0aO8Fqwuz_AOfY_RP3C0vJ1qXgmk8VTINlIeJYtDeMdCFrvUm9fsvtkYRPKyfS3evm9ecqwNhGZ3mwjZ1Ohu1wyUpQZrYHsdf9LqeQz_aS8bX54E1oN1q0uMnEj697w8KAbVROaExTwEg2VlrBLWhdQ/s4032/IMG_5714.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_-oNvCzCiTJkCxaZK9t4Q_lnhLWdKaF0aO8Fqwuz_AOfY_RP3C0vJ1qXgmk8VTINlIeJYtDeMdCFrvUm9fsvtkYRPKyfS3evm9ecqwNhGZ3mwjZ1Ohu1wyUpQZrYHsdf9LqeQz_aS8bX54E1oN1q0uMnEj697w8KAbVROaExTwEg2VlrBLWhdQ/w480-h640/IMG_5714.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy national dog day to the best dog ever, Socks!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPOBz356WNgyQvLstKmGfTK_94t0nfH8odmEf6c9wWEmLS3VLt-16ymCOM6R5sO-n5RrsoagssrQIA5jHTw7EHTYuZUiHIbm3AZOjEXV-D_FmSrJpvF5ZhDfBZ1kywCjbTKyIku2uxxNG-VcWaBQokwhRBhoIP1jUp0wwsVZXjy7rRva9Jn9byw/s1229/IMG_5716.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1229" data-original-width="1229" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPOBz356WNgyQvLstKmGfTK_94t0nfH8odmEf6c9wWEmLS3VLt-16ymCOM6R5sO-n5RrsoagssrQIA5jHTw7EHTYuZUiHIbm3AZOjEXV-D_FmSrJpvF5ZhDfBZ1kywCjbTKyIku2uxxNG-VcWaBQokwhRBhoIP1jUp0wwsVZXjy7rRva9Jn9byw/w640-h640/IMG_5716.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend has been sharing her photos from her trip to PEI, and she had visited the east end's lighthouse that looked very similar to this one, so I brought up this one, which is similar in color and scope.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrIP0YkACvuaCrDWRDqy0zzPFXWYeOiyHz1yt0iwIrkEioGQ4akaUgRqUZfWB88Pm4URD4wy4aTR0obcqfvW_73VHnxyIjAv56JIlMOZGeinB9PbnQ3nIjylUmAIMxTlci1BAHHx5KvBk_DrlozH4mpv6qDC7eWHpP3ghKXzbrJLn2tH85wiejg/s4032/IMG_5719.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUrIP0YkACvuaCrDWRDqy0zzPFXWYeOiyHz1yt0iwIrkEioGQ4akaUgRqUZfWB88Pm4URD4wy4aTR0obcqfvW_73VHnxyIjAv56JIlMOZGeinB9PbnQ3nIjylUmAIMxTlci1BAHHx5KvBk_DrlozH4mpv6qDC7eWHpP3ghKXzbrJLn2tH85wiejg/w480-h640/IMG_5719.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy makes the best parent helper. Sometimes, they do want Daddy to help. Not Mommy, the teacher.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXhF1bxxrk4kVpsf4fL3AjOZRVfJjlhkBjva-A0T0_Xxv3kSI13uGZwLt9kx8GNC3jS5ipZzXWoy_GCTQYpMscPBCOOfGy2i3t1kf28XCkiSCYhLSmTH3L7wN4IL46o9vtmzb_5ucheB_l2rLBSE6CTRraLxrDEFubNL4KR7YfNsnToumxvDkOg/s1792/IMG_5720.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXhF1bxxrk4kVpsf4fL3AjOZRVfJjlhkBjva-A0T0_Xxv3kSI13uGZwLt9kx8GNC3jS5ipZzXWoy_GCTQYpMscPBCOOfGy2i3t1kf28XCkiSCYhLSmTH3L7wN4IL46o9vtmzb_5ucheB_l2rLBSE6CTRraLxrDEFubNL4KR7YfNsnToumxvDkOg/w185-h400/IMG_5720.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin is finally on his way home from Kya's house. He was out there all day, actually at a festival 2 hrs north of there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_g9dFCUxOHrQXko7poTwcehiGuePn0Qk7VrAg2QWtt0aEix_t9opH1kiZFHqbyJJ52dmp46-uTTBkQA-sfmw28OWp-srIlQ7Jh_dboZ_HQiLHDyRd9ePJOSot6iHc0x1yb7C0lTCLN4GsppCInYQayifX2CJstBSFk80mhAzPFd1OFwFBPPIm6g/s1792/IMG_5721.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_g9dFCUxOHrQXko7poTwcehiGuePn0Qk7VrAg2QWtt0aEix_t9opH1kiZFHqbyJJ52dmp46-uTTBkQA-sfmw28OWp-srIlQ7Jh_dboZ_HQiLHDyRd9ePJOSot6iHc0x1yb7C0lTCLN4GsppCInYQayifX2CJstBSFk80mhAzPFd1OFwFBPPIm6g/w296-h640/IMG_5721.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aha! Caught red handed at CVS on the way home! Justin, your bills are due! Bills first, then fun money at CVS.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Fs7ILltE3TREwIPj1nTM3IVyN0BxfNrByvb8b9HRGlAqc_8oiMxkebz16S4WUa-1tOLtsTrIcpAP-8_0OiZJK2NErEvmuWHnkLsazUDQBss-UnyIJC5T-ugo73FZsg5GnYQP2Ovq0NG28apwzamcGjZ-tJktNE3n_fAZEuBf79qDZCFWKrm8g/s1792/IMG_5722.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3Fs7ILltE3TREwIPj1nTM3IVyN0BxfNrByvb8b9HRGlAqc_8oiMxkebz16S4WUa-1tOLtsTrIcpAP-8_0OiZJK2NErEvmuWHnkLsazUDQBss-UnyIJC5T-ugo73FZsg5GnYQP2Ovq0NG28apwzamcGjZ-tJktNE3n_fAZEuBf79qDZCFWKrm8g/w296-h640/IMG_5722.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4WbxzlBnYSc4s1U9nO8bW8qse7UagKSfYY0dmpmHpyjRp-tlJvX26HKrDPpL14dsSTq8HBOgzoY6mLe61nPxsNKqTN_1z4XeG9H5YvhPpDZyORxi1x47UgNWPSWfE9snanxhHOBBcZR1NLqENqaKrqiF_CtNqBqpGCiXI-RTJpsp4ZX_FK3kDw/s4032/IMG_5986.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW4WbxzlBnYSc4s1U9nO8bW8qse7UagKSfYY0dmpmHpyjRp-tlJvX26HKrDPpL14dsSTq8HBOgzoY6mLe61nPxsNKqTN_1z4XeG9H5YvhPpDZyORxi1x47UgNWPSWfE9snanxhHOBBcZR1NLqENqaKrqiF_CtNqBqpGCiXI-RTJpsp4ZX_FK3kDw/w640-h480/IMG_5986.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared found this Corvette 7 in a parking lot at a dealership he was at today. He was meeting with some friends to discuss something else, and not about cars. But this of course is something he can dream about of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday -</p><p>- I'm just wrong, dumb, and stupid. Jesus taught on the forgiveness of debt apparently when he said it was the year of the Lord's favor. Or something like that. Because the rich loaned money to the poor with excessive interest rates, the poor would never be able to pay it back. And some rabbi or rabbis did away with the Mosaic law of loan forgiveness every 7 years, so then the poor were now in slavery to this rich people in the time of Jesus. So, Jesus was calling for debt forgiveness or return to some form of it. Or for rich people not be taxing the poor among you more like it. Duh. Seriously. And because I can't argue logically enough in the open air conversations (maybe I will how to do that better through the kids' speech and debate classes), I screw up. I'm just a screw up. All day long.</p><p>- Today I used the tab key to auto fill in information to get Justin signed up for the ACT and it put in Abishai's name and now I can't sign Justin up because I can only fix it via the phone via regular M-F hours. So I couldn't finish that project. Everybody had to scrounge for dinner because I refused to cook again after cooking dinner last night and only 3 of us ate it. The milk was spoiled for Justin this morning because it took long for him to get to the second gallon. I don't want to go grocery shopping and I can't even get through my home to do list, and I'm not out of food for myself, and they all complain about what I buy and there's "nothing" for breakfast, lunch, or dinner so why bother go to the grocery store for them and waste my time and energy so they are all on their own. I've looked forward to Bugfest at Southeastway for a whole year and no one wants to go. Jared doesn't want to deal with the heat and crowd and his back. Abishai won't go without Daddy. Keturah has rehearsal until 2. I didn't even both ask Justin because he didn't get any screen time until tonight because Kya came over. And I'm not going to go by myself because of the heat and crowds and my stupid skin. A whole stinking year to try to make a family memory and it's screwed up. I had a dozen things on my list to do today. I got 3 completely done. Showers. The kids cleaned up the weeds and branches they left between the pool and the trampoline that had become overgrown. And a load of laundry. Abishai didn't get a proper bath but he did play in the pool. Keturah did go outside with her bow and arrow. I narrowed down the dates for the ACT and SAT. I ordered a bunch of stuff on Amazon because shopping solves everything when you're mad. I caught up on my Bible reading and played my video games because I'm great at my video games. I can't access the bank accounts because TCU updated their website and the old password won't work. Jared's not talking to me so he won't tell me the password. My mother in law thinks she needs a huge pat on the back just because she spent 3 hrs today on tomorrow's dinner. Wahoo. You get your gold star for the day and another jewel in your heavenly crown for being a great hostess. And I get a pile of crap because that's what I can't bring myself to feed my ungrateful brood today. Yeah, you win. If you have to tell us you spent 3 hrs on dinner, you are not being humble. You are bragging and looking for praise. So stop it.</p><p>- Yeah, that about sums up our day. I'm a great big sour puss. I'm in a funk. I want to cry at every turn. I'm pretty much done with the life I'm living right now. I want a different life, a different family, a different house, a different body. I don't know what to do with the one I got. Any effort I put in is meaningless. I just feel like King Solomon, "Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless."</p><p>- And then there are people in the world who question my intelligence and my faith. And oh boy, they better watch out when I'm in this mood because it's going down. Like this stupid loan forgiveness thing President Biden is doing. Or kids getting free lunch at public schools. Or anything else that has a political slant to it. I know what I believe. I know what Scripture says. I know how to do think. Stop saying I'm not a Christian because I believe blah blah blah about something. You insult me when you say that. And then some other person told me to put my kids in public school because she saw me say that I'm behind. I'm behind in my housework. I didn't say they are behind in their education. I might have said I'm behind in what I want them to do perhaps, but they are not behind their peers at this stage. They are way ahead of their peers. Ok, maybe it was about Justin. Justin is behind with driving and getting a job. But in all reality, he's not even that behind. Define "behind." He's behind where I want him to be. He's behind where his brother was. He's not even 17. Many people don't get their license or a job until later. But we've set some goals and standards and I'm pretty pushy. I'm very pushy. And I'm the one who has to wrestle with it and let go. He needs to realize he can't buy Playstation bucks. He just told me he has $40 to his name after all these months. $400x7 mos equals $2,800. Taking out tithe even, he should have a crap ton of money. He needs to disconnect his debit card from his Playstation account and give me his debit card. He can have his debit card back once he has paid us in full. That's going to be the new rule. I know exactly what he is doing, because I've just started doing it more and more with my phone games. You want to get to the next level and so you buy the next set of gear to get there. It's like a gambling habit. It's part of the addictive nature those with ADHD can have. We have to put safeguards in place. I can be one of the safeguards. And for myself, I just have to have more self control. I don't have self control when I'm mad. That includes binge watching, eating sugar, money, or anything that causes self harm. I try to meet a need with the wrong things. It's an anxiety issue. All wrapped up in who I am. But fortunately, I am an adult, and I do need my debit and credit cards linked to my accounts for convenience for actual transactions, so I have to behave and find other ways to make it work. Today's been a bad day. My bank accounts will show it. Less than $100 on Amazon. But about double I normally spend on Apple on video games in a week or month. So, not horrible in the grand scheme of things, but not what I should be doing either.</p><p>- Now, nothing else to say because we didn't do much else. Jared did more painting in the little bathroom. He and Abishai played Minecraft. Kya came over because her parents went to the lake. Keturah did her normal lounging in bed. Typical Saturday for us. Boring. Very boring. Because I have a family who doesn't do much or go anywhere. Oh yeah, and Justin said he doesn't want to go camping so he didn't ask his boss about it. So now he gets to be the one to disappoint his grandparents tomorrow. At dinner he said he didn't clear it with his boss and he omitted the part about not wanting to go. And I said, tomorrow, you are going to say both reasons. Do NOT forget the real reason you don't want to go. And this whole Michigan trip has turned into a nightmare. I was excited to go and then learned it wasn't just us so I said no. Then Jared said no. Then Jared got hurt and really couldn't go. And because we couldn't go, Abishai didn't want to go. So there went a quiet weekend at home without kids. And now Justin doesn't want to go, so yeah, totally unromantic weekend. And a huge lost opportunity to spend time with their grandparents for once and get out of the house and do something fun with other people. Only Keturah still wants to go. And I guess Benaiah, too. I wanted the kids to go together because they hardly ever do anything with Benaiah. And he doesn't even know if he can take off all of Christmas break. These trips are going to be so rare. We only got one evening together in July. I give up. I've tried so hard to be a family that does things together like Gary and Leah and their boys. Maybe I let the kids make too many decisions. But it's because I got too tired of the pouting and whining and it ruining my time of being there. And I just wanted a weekend alone. And now, we won't be. But it doesn't matter anyway because we aren't even talking.</p><p> - It's been in some ways the worst week ever. And next week looks like to be the same. I might as well pack myself up and find a hotel to go to myself. Or some pretty little cottage in the country and be myself. It's obvious that the family doesn't care enough about me. No one hears my voice and all they ever do is complain at me about everything. My opinions don't matter. What I try to do doesn't matter to them. All my plans (which I've tried to ask God to put in my heart instead of them being just my plans) fall apart. Any and all of my dreams come apart. I'm a failure at all that I do. I can't even argue on Facebook anymore. I don't want to read. I don't want to watch videos on important topics. I don't want to do anything important. Meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZCtis3Hp5zcTSRa2iikCEKwaYwpnE3f1Bg75VIAEkKtoo_O0c3yqm2OIsRksnifXHlO5eGxZW4ILIvqNp9xfkYYJ1r5ewQlZ_Rgc9mNO_ak57_S_q7NZDU-WeInGNFMIB5til9PGT2jG3JyapQrG_fEO0uUx1WKZSaDk3R3xEkM6tTGtLhz4mw/s4032/IMG_5723.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ZCtis3Hp5zcTSRa2iikCEKwaYwpnE3f1Bg75VIAEkKtoo_O0c3yqm2OIsRksnifXHlO5eGxZW4ILIvqNp9xfkYYJ1r5ewQlZ_Rgc9mNO_ak57_S_q7NZDU-WeInGNFMIB5til9PGT2jG3JyapQrG_fEO0uUx1WKZSaDk3R3xEkM6tTGtLhz4mw/s320/IMG_5723.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai and Daddy spent a lot of time working on this Lego project today. I'm not even sure what it is. It looks like some kind of base for Lego guys. But maybe the guy on top killed the rest of the bad guys on the bottom. Hm,....And yes, this tray table got set up in the living room after Jared's accident and then it never went away. So Abishai has yet another surface for his Lego creations. At least he hasn't taken over the kitchen table again. And the floor is clear of Lego at the moment.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - </p><p>- Everybody made it to church today, yeah! Jared still went to first service only, and Abishai decided to only go to 1st service as well. Then they went to Aldi. I was tired of the family complaining about how much I was spending at the grocery store and what I was buying, so I had requested that Jared, Keturah, and Justin go to the grocery store soon because they were out of milk, eggs, and bread at the very least. Well, Jared went with only Abishai, which, in hindsight wasn't very smart because now I look like the bad guy because he's not really supposed to be lifting anything until his back fully heals. He got the job done but I could tell he was in a lot of pain later this afternoon. That wasn't my intention. He could have waited until this afternoon and gone with Keturah after she got back from worship team rehearsal. Or, one of them could have gone with him to Meijer after Abishai had gone to bed or something since it's open 24/7 or after Bible study tomorrow night. I guess when I had requested it yesterday, I didn't realize that Keturah had rehearsal today and Justin had the pool party for youth group today. But it doesn't matter. I have to figure out these things all the time, too. That's the whole point. Jared did get a lot of the basics, so at least we won't starve, or I should say, they won't starve, and I still have my own stuff I need to eat up anyways. I'd like some of my bread, but I can pick up something when I go get my meds on Tuesday.</p><p>- I went to New Pal of course and we finished up Daniel, finally! Then we'll be going through a few different things like Psalm 103, a mission/vision sermon, Jude, a few one off sermons, and finally start Matthew in December right in time for the birth of Christ of course for Christmas. Meanwhile at Indian Creek, today started off a new sermon series on sexuality. I did tune into it because I need to make sure the kids don't have any questions about what is said. They shouldn't. There's a whole separate webpage of information about what the preachers have studied, books people can read, articles, YouTube videos, extra conversations they are going to offer, and all kinds of stuff. They are doing all the right things and covering all the details. It's actually what I've been wanting to hear from a church for years and years. I'm really excited about it. It's so embarrassing for the older generation for sure. I feel bad for them. They don't want to talk about it. But we have to. We can't sweep it under the rug. In fact, our generation does talk about it. But not in a Biblical way. We have to make it this clear to the congregation otherwise our generation won't know and they've gotten it all wrong because the only influence they've had is sex ed in the classroom. Their parents didn't tell them. They couldn't talk about it because most topics weren't a thing back then. And even the topics our kids have to talk about weren't a thing when we were kids. I only know it because it's a talking point with why parents pull kids out of public school and it's a big deal to me, especially with Keturah and Benaiah. And that's the other thing. I need to make sure those two aren't triggered. Benaiah should be fine and if he and Ava haven't adhered to what they know is true, then they will be convicted. I can't control their behavior. I know when I heard sermons at their age and Jared and I were dating, it would convict me about us. Justin is pretty innocent and has learned from his big brother what not to do, but if there's any gaps, he should pick it up now and it will be reinforced. But he will have already heard a bit more from his Indian Creek small group as well as I think from Pastor Rex, too. And we've talked more than I ever talked with Benaiah and Ava. But, yeah, I just have to keep an eye on Keturah. And I'll give Amy a heads up when we see her next. I'm praying this series clarifies any confusion Keturah might have of her own sexuality, and I'm praying that it doesn't make her feel like she's damaged goods or any less than perfect. I think she's ok, but I'm always on the lookout for that stuff.</p><p>- But the words that Dan used today were words that you can't even use on YouTube without getting censored, let's just put it that way. It was quite interesting. Ok, it wasn't that bad, but it was making me feel uncomfortable and I've watched hours upon hours of videos from all ends of the spectrum on these issues. I've never heard anyone say these words in public never mind from a church pulpit before. He primarily used one source today, and I feel like it was the book that Jared had me read one time, but I couldn't find it on our shelf today, written by an Anglican preacher who is gay but doesn't act on his desires. I knew everything Dan said and agreed with it all. And I don't think there's anything that's going to be new or shocking in the whole series for me because I'm quite familiar with the topics listed, but I'm not looking to find areas of disagreement. I'm looking to see if I've missed the mark somewhere and to make sure the kids understand what they are hearing and fill in any definitions or confusing bits. Again, I don't think we'll find anything major because I have been pretty forthcoming since what happened in 2016 but just in case, I want to be triply sure. That's how important I believe these topics are. Everything from transgenderism to pornography to marriage to LGBTQ, etc. All of it.</p><p>- If only Jared and I were on speaking terms right now and could talk about it. But I did pinpoint my problems yesterday and articulated it to him via text today. He of course mocked me instead of sympathized with me. I get no respect, no one listens to me, and I mean no one. Benaiah even called me petty and selfish when I said, "thanks for ditching us at lunch." And he knew full well he drove past me on his way to meet up with someone and he didn't stop to say why he was leaving. I hadn't seen him in two weeks. He could have at least stopped, rolled down his window, and told me where he was going. Rude. No respect for his mother. Thanks a lot. I guess he figured Grandma would tell me. But still. He can tell me himself. Or text me sometimes. Or call me. Or include me in his life. Never mind that everybody was busy and we couldn't go to Bugfest at Southeastway today, something I had been planning to do for over a year. Anyway, then Keturah started to argue a ton while making sandwiches for debate club tomorrow and I literally balled up my fist and wanted to hit her. Wow. How did I get so angry? I told her to just go. I couldn't reason with her or get the words out fast enough to argue. She was taking way too many dried apricots and being selfish with her appetite again, out of a brand new bag of them, after she had made 2 sandwiches! After she had argued about what lunchbox to use! I hadn't even seen her all day and the only interaction with her was a negative one. And she was wearing her new worship t-shirt to boot! I mean, come on! Don't go serving at church and then stand in my kitchen and treat your mother like trash. I just cannot stand this crap any longer!</p><p>- Then Justin comes home frustrated and yelling at me, too. He had started out to the pool party in the truck, but then it had started to pour rain and he slipped in the roundabout at Thompson and Franklin, so he got stuck in traffic up on the curb or something in the way of oncoming traffic. He was embarrassed but got it unstuck before Jared could get to him. Jared had just laid down with ice packs and it had taken a lot of effort to get up, but Jared was very patient with him and told him he was glad Justin hadn't been hurt and that the truck was ok. Justin was shaken up though and asked to use my car. Ok, that was fine. So he goes to the pool party. Well, Justin gets in my car to come home and it won't start. The battery is dead. Apparently he just sat there for a long time until the youth leader came over and helped him jump start it with a portable starter. So Justin was super embarrassed for a second time. And he blames me because I knew the check engine light was on. Well, we've had issues with the hot weather before and the engine light was on, so I didn't think it was a huge deal and I knew I was close to getting an oil change and thought it was something like that. And it had been running fine. I asked him if he left some lights on or something and he said no. So now, I have no idea if my vehicle will even work in the morning to get us to our first day of debate club. We have to leave by 8:15. But point is, he yelled at me. It's all my fault. Well, sorry, it's just a car. How was I supposed to know. It was fine when I drove it this morning. Whatever.</p><p>- And then it took forever to get kids to pack lunches and pack books to be ready to go so early in the morning. Somehow they've forgotten how to do all that since our last Monday co op days or even last year with ASL. Keturah was like, "What do I need to bring? Why do I need notebooks? Why do I need a pencil?" Because it's an all day class! Duh! You packed enough lunch for lunch and dinner. Stop thinking about your stomach and start thinking about your head. Sigh. Abishai didn't want to put his school books in his backpack. I had to remind him that was the whole point of buying the back pack. Keturah wanted to use the Pokemon lunch bag. And I'm like, um, no, I still need to get to know these people. First impressions are important, you are not bringing Pokemon and embarrassing me in front of the youth pastor's wife from New Pal. Um, no.You're in 9th grade, grow up. It's one thing for me to have to do the Princess one as a leftover from you kids. It's another for you to have Pokemon, which is the wrong focus and this is a super serious club. Act like it. We are going for maturity here. We'll have to buy her a lunch box at some point. Just bring a plastic bag and you're fine. My word.</p><p>- It's been a long day. And I have to go to bed early. Thankfully, the roads to get there are easy. Take Thompson out to 600 W and straight north until you reach Mt Comfort United Methodist Church, which is right near the Mt. Comfort airport (now just the Indy Regional Airport.) Easy! I just have to stay awake though. I've got the coffeepot ready to go to take some coffee with me. I just hope we get up early enough!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYd9E37wJaaH0Y_qtK2UU9QfP9XDUkBnDXosEOL-80uS-Jr5oSOuFCotI9S7xpGI_lm73NmNyMlJbbR4dj6gSZQXUEbXs5V-Wl5z104LhX9pEo_uwcOt5XsARW472nJBRUlGZjL7UOKfEeKlyaaPhhcLjRhRMWHKwIn8Pkq6czOfAFu83_tZZyQQ/s1792/IMG_5724.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYd9E37wJaaH0Y_qtK2UU9QfP9XDUkBnDXosEOL-80uS-Jr5oSOuFCotI9S7xpGI_lm73NmNyMlJbbR4dj6gSZQXUEbXs5V-Wl5z104LhX9pEo_uwcOt5XsARW472nJBRUlGZjL7UOKfEeKlyaaPhhcLjRhRMWHKwIn8Pkq6czOfAFu83_tZZyQQ/w296-h640/IMG_5724.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When trying to think what we could do this week for fun that wouldn't be too hot, I looked up Newfields, the art museum. It's free on the first Thursday of the month! I was also thinking up places I could go by myself that would be safe and quiet and not cost a lot, besides the library. Having an overnight stay at a bed and breakfast sounds nice, but also having to interact with people and telling them your food preferences and so on is not fun, plus cost. Or doing an AirBNB but lately around here the crime has been atrocious and I'd be scared stiff out in the woods by myself. So I was trying to think of somewhere I want to go but the kids don't want to go. And I don't have to do the whole thing at once. I could go back every month and just do one section at a time for an hour. Parking is free. There's not a lot of people coming and going. And those that do go are quiet. So, it's just an idea. And I was poking around on the website and with the Access Pass, it's only $2 on the other days as well. I don't know if I have to have a kid with me or not for that. I'll have to do some investigating.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rhWSFkcGx9LFJBt1ar4nQ818uyp04sJ3bwnI98o-I84L0csfHiGwIr7H8bTup1GTp2dKO0hU6epIge45nQC5yCI4JQ70wSwxi0y1oZqo4VezGmPAZUDhIEs777jla8S2HEihWisWQjYRfTeBN9nSzfShDTIsTyvyAXvoe8uD0P4lscaJg3W7mQ/s4032/IMG_5725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4rhWSFkcGx9LFJBt1ar4nQ818uyp04sJ3bwnI98o-I84L0csfHiGwIr7H8bTup1GTp2dKO0hU6epIge45nQC5yCI4JQ70wSwxi0y1oZqo4VezGmPAZUDhIEs777jla8S2HEihWisWQjYRfTeBN9nSzfShDTIsTyvyAXvoe8uD0P4lscaJg3W7mQ/s320/IMG_5725.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared left the front door open so Socks was having grand time sunbathing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iCqnUkrOHGkrWQvMRNidHyymWrmZLNdFcu-zKNZaXLkNqzRuX6MHWvw0_Pg26O21gktQsi6F9it4e7fG0MSHE37_bzScKNGN-AJP8IYXcTSGo-oEjYKrFpF56iP-pzq-QZoiJwtDK2yqVFD3pAbT5JEaz81CRj9Vxn6OPWYA5ays4qj1hC9BvQ/s1792/IMG_5726.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7iCqnUkrOHGkrWQvMRNidHyymWrmZLNdFcu-zKNZaXLkNqzRuX6MHWvw0_Pg26O21gktQsi6F9it4e7fG0MSHE37_bzScKNGN-AJP8IYXcTSGo-oEjYKrFpF56iP-pzq-QZoiJwtDK2yqVFD3pAbT5JEaz81CRj9Vxn6OPWYA5ays4qj1hC9BvQ/w296-h640/IMG_5726.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm so sad no one wants to go or they can't go! I have been planning on going for over a year! Jared didn't want to go with crowds and with his back. And then Abishai of course wouldn't go without him. I can't do the heat for no good reason. Keturah had worship team rehearsal, Justin had a pool party. We did the homeschool field trip last year for Bugfest but we haven't done the big deal Bugfest since 2011. I wanted to see the big Venus fly traps!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxF1_IlXYEIZYrWXDZ-8E3GsueMWlARLfhN0yh8XvGB5zqL9U04zQEm01BkyV167pr3mkmZoCh7fjxFn7Kp5nMxpTJhy8MhLswcZAoBz0LuSM_1OxjcfBy4tuay7udxy3RghLOnDW_hAIlFhPl-42RP_6zR-itxj0N0Z4BqjTByi6-ZJkGQdF3w/s4032/IMG_5727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxF1_IlXYEIZYrWXDZ-8E3GsueMWlARLfhN0yh8XvGB5zqL9U04zQEm01BkyV167pr3mkmZoCh7fjxFn7Kp5nMxpTJhy8MhLswcZAoBz0LuSM_1OxjcfBy4tuay7udxy3RghLOnDW_hAIlFhPl-42RP_6zR-itxj0N0Z4BqjTByi6-ZJkGQdF3w/s320/IMG_5727.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To quote the very pregnant mom in Emperor's New Grove (movie), "I gotta, I gotta, I gotta go clean something." No, I'm not pregnant, but I didn't need to get my fustrations out, so the bathtub got a good scrubbing. I swear I'm never ever buying a house with well water ever again. And, I'm never letting this tub get dirty ever again. I wasn't just scrubbing off the yellow rust stains. I was actually scrubbing off soap scum and dirt, too. Ew! I hadn't even attempted to clean it because it hadn't been worth it and I was hoping we were redoing the bathtub this year. No such luck. Well, I found a spray bottle, put the toilet bowl cleaner in it with some water to dilute it, and then went to down on it. Spraying it this time helped to get more even. And the longer I let it soak, the more of the yellow gunk it took off. I realized the other day that I haven't had a single bath in this tub in 5 years because it's just too gross looking. I can't soak at all. Not that I want to now with my skin being so sensitive. So I finally scrubbed it. I ordered a bath mat last night. The one we have is moldy and stained. I was trying to hold off again until we got a new tub, but I noticed the mat was actually flaking off now, so it's got to go. I need a new shower curtain liner, too. And it's time to wash the shower curtain. I think Alicia got it for us when we moved into the condo. I think it has moldy spots as well. So, this is what it looks like after I have cleaned it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJvzOI1pujq5l89A32ODxgeSOgT0BdUrEYAc8D9-amQDhPRgOv71p-cM7MeXODpp8wi38joiwHf7kn9A0NI70FQTIAViJwxmudToafEQkXBubpbgUYUDEvjkjXbCNENLwfYGf_pZGju4SOtUJA27vb9xC36u5UMh0gk5ln_jlSwTU2YweHFyzEQ/s1792/IMG_5728.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJvzOI1pujq5l89A32ODxgeSOgT0BdUrEYAc8D9-amQDhPRgOv71p-cM7MeXODpp8wi38joiwHf7kn9A0NI70FQTIAViJwxmudToafEQkXBubpbgUYUDEvjkjXbCNENLwfYGf_pZGju4SOtUJA27vb9xC36u5UMh0gk5ln_jlSwTU2YweHFyzEQ/w296-h640/IMG_5728.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure how that is driveable.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGiZx2_Kgb3WwspJM6ZRrY9XNjy23d4Slgj9j6hqX1SXlesFqm14x6ad48mme07tVd3Z8A47WlLCmoeFVhjp_kmzB8EPF-cjVLXAoDHNgOORHd3Ee9nVhXf62ByD9PjHiF8Jx4f4I8Gez6EM27CKNP0OdBvym0lZl-Vk41L10BnsRuPK_EM6QlA/s2016/IMG_5729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGiZx2_Kgb3WwspJM6ZRrY9XNjy23d4Slgj9j6hqX1SXlesFqm14x6ad48mme07tVd3Z8A47WlLCmoeFVhjp_kmzB8EPF-cjVLXAoDHNgOORHd3Ee9nVhXf62ByD9PjHiF8Jx4f4I8Gez6EM27CKNP0OdBvym0lZl-Vk41L10BnsRuPK_EM6QlA/s320/IMG_5729.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwfZAuo2Dv3j4wFu4uGziGALkRJWZZ0GXyRBxQ4Tafu0_EdUeMDyJN-eMDqO2-lWRO5y0V0YYZTJJFTh7arpMp33izgeQl_TASRouDkXuqpERJ-XL_PcpyNrn8-wNkpAdhy1EOdFzZhiAcrSxaGOE7yIzgVMrovSNh7sxy0xbevDx9bWaNJvVvg/s4032/IMG_5731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwfZAuo2Dv3j4wFu4uGziGALkRJWZZ0GXyRBxQ4Tafu0_EdUeMDyJN-eMDqO2-lWRO5y0V0YYZTJJFTh7arpMp33izgeQl_TASRouDkXuqpERJ-XL_PcpyNrn8-wNkpAdhy1EOdFzZhiAcrSxaGOE7yIzgVMrovSNh7sxy0xbevDx9bWaNJvVvg/w480-h640/IMG_5731.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to find a notebook for tomorrow's class. Parents are encouraged to stay and take notes. I would rather teach Abishai his lessons but whatever. MEH is my maiden name initials. 2004 was when this composition notebook was printed. I don't have this writing curriculum anymore, but I'm sure it's out there in homeschool land.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmkcc7nPS3Kr-3V7hTAqIUvHKa6nUZ4SJKOLHSeX6RSKMPzlFutVbz2PEynopRD29zbVRP9sT10H2Mm5k0vK8wC_VHXEWmNeeBfAjUhhFz1TXFWPE0GZ2eBwTSV_K-szbIeLLTfXjRuXj-eq4-qcTHUHwReZvlUDHNCmVXv2nXRWafa095XEnWw/s4032/IMG_5732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrmkcc7nPS3Kr-3V7hTAqIUvHKa6nUZ4SJKOLHSeX6RSKMPzlFutVbz2PEynopRD29zbVRP9sT10H2Mm5k0vK8wC_VHXEWmNeeBfAjUhhFz1TXFWPE0GZ2eBwTSV_K-szbIeLLTfXjRuXj-eq4-qcTHUHwReZvlUDHNCmVXv2nXRWafa095XEnWw/s320/IMG_5732.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared's finished handiwork.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBccX_ul21Au9RIq67t5ASIpgdMjKWDAJkDlomwqeaMdWI0i0LtxrxRxczPn1qH9_G9P1LOABc8Vrbut9B4Ucz1mNTyX9gjIFknpweMbOH50nthlVBRNGziF8j360jEhZ129RHbXR2mB8v0aJ28XQzbzdhuLJwY0ZdeyP7xv8pdwgQ__pfUG92w/s4032/IMG_5733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBccX_ul21Au9RIq67t5ASIpgdMjKWDAJkDlomwqeaMdWI0i0LtxrxRxczPn1qH9_G9P1LOABc8Vrbut9B4Ucz1mNTyX9gjIFknpweMbOH50nthlVBRNGziF8j360jEhZ129RHbXR2mB8v0aJ28XQzbzdhuLJwY0ZdeyP7xv8pdwgQ__pfUG92w/s320/IMG_5733.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqeGjmIImRxqWdLWsc3050f5PLGybfoyxuFtbohW5wiR6tYlwOcvSCzqR0z7O0O0TwxWKxy0gaDbtXg1OvPZRDTMQOqzX9wXJcAFYiTl0yORsvzG8J1g5Z9avedfUVu1a5kSC_NJ-aTjwxwkvqcGj5Do0gq3v_z8fRrH1lV7BEfnoj1_agnf8TQ/s1792/IMG_5735.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqeGjmIImRxqWdLWsc3050f5PLGybfoyxuFtbohW5wiR6tYlwOcvSCzqR0z7O0O0TwxWKxy0gaDbtXg1OvPZRDTMQOqzX9wXJcAFYiTl0yORsvzG8J1g5Z9avedfUVu1a5kSC_NJ-aTjwxwkvqcGj5Do0gq3v_z8fRrH1lV7BEfnoj1_agnf8TQ/w296-h640/IMG_5735.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin was mere minutes away from where are going to be in 12 hrs. He could stay there and just sleep in the car, lol. No, he needs to come home. Silly guy. So close yet so far away.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-12652634837666179402022-10-30T22:16:00.000-03:002022-10-30T22:16:46.964-03:00Year 7, August 8th-14th, 2022: Last Week of Summer Ends in Accident<p> Monday - </p><p>- Park day with Westside Homeschool Friends in Brownsburg</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHMuT_wFkvCj08AwesVPFpM8PQkqrXBKc7doEd0KZOthKp0SwlqkfzCTTJcTFV79Pmclwf39ltpeg-rb19DwrDCEu01XN9HSXfpRaGAH9GRy9LE7J0lYa6lWeBzGVpH_9ilFymJOr54S7pT82rJBAjvCr4ZkaJul-huILSMaYtXQa4jFvHVrDfg/s4032/IMG_5503.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHMuT_wFkvCj08AwesVPFpM8PQkqrXBKc7doEd0KZOthKp0SwlqkfzCTTJcTFV79Pmclwf39ltpeg-rb19DwrDCEu01XN9HSXfpRaGAH9GRy9LE7J0lYa6lWeBzGVpH_9ilFymJOr54S7pT82rJBAjvCr4ZkaJul-huILSMaYtXQa4jFvHVrDfg/s320/IMG_5503.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Just enough for one Bible study lesson. Old Testament prophets rock!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>- To CFA or not to CFA, that is the question?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>- Tang Soo Do. Knees bent. Kicks high. New moves. Look of concentration.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzKG5E8bPa8ArrBrb8rmceAvVNzQ_Rm5qgrwRiRlNeNgzMTTcd_n7507utZd-bNcveyOnww4Aa3zpynnfNkiL0ePhyKDXcTj1rVwWvZuJ4tzZusJH_KeyVg6cQmfjXp_6wVrtbEEciNmDvpV0QCmSnTEBml1cqdRK53AwW02INdLh-7A_r7FyQg/s960/11811517_10153538195697812_5425594594529573977_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzKG5E8bPa8ArrBrb8rmceAvVNzQ_Rm5qgrwRiRlNeNgzMTTcd_n7507utZd-bNcveyOnww4Aa3zpynnfNkiL0ePhyKDXcTj1rVwWvZuJ4tzZusJH_KeyVg6cQmfjXp_6wVrtbEEciNmDvpV0QCmSnTEBml1cqdRK53AwW02INdLh-7A_r7FyQg/s320/11811517_10153538195697812_5425594594529573977_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNHjW2kfn51SMKK8BhsBofsJfGY8t0_nGd44I1fMHaF8m5TTHFWcDkTR7fxE-2frIe8TEBvWJnsLxuTRJH1FSJ-7wUOnSfqKF3J0un5xhQes8gKKrYXCNWwtfAWGIS34K8REkJqEfBzL5Bj-BIR8gXJcGdlDO_ndv8CHqmr_c6jVk8oUDOj6bJg/s4032/IMG_5521.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNHjW2kfn51SMKK8BhsBofsJfGY8t0_nGd44I1fMHaF8m5TTHFWcDkTR7fxE-2frIe8TEBvWJnsLxuTRJH1FSJ-7wUOnSfqKF3J0un5xhQes8gKKrYXCNWwtfAWGIS34K8REkJqEfBzL5Bj-BIR8gXJcGdlDO_ndv8CHqmr_c6jVk8oUDOj6bJg/s320/IMG_5521.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIVVJxsMbyDim512VFcSzOGDVQ8xy-9Ax4XR5Dk_AitS85ZF16hYLAdaymzzY56zE7WvkDzu_wkQ-8MWRrLeNBj4NP4fXFaVhfxxwh-b4rVf4fNywQTJ_Mbvlgxi72Sh_doxn-LPuV88ONXb7cGduEWeDtYZRQtqQrKBwgFhAQjhI4GzHO_ujnw/s4032/IMG_5522.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirIVVJxsMbyDim512VFcSzOGDVQ8xy-9Ax4XR5Dk_AitS85ZF16hYLAdaymzzY56zE7WvkDzu_wkQ-8MWRrLeNBj4NP4fXFaVhfxxwh-b4rVf4fNywQTJ_Mbvlgxi72Sh_doxn-LPuV88ONXb7cGduEWeDtYZRQtqQrKBwgFhAQjhI4GzHO_ujnw/s320/IMG_5522.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotjmpQr7SrlRI962j0PdTZOX1P99fO_NO87JNugtOEFoyZ5Xbw4qBICyNdjI8EniNRrwKllNPRyOILo-PN5h-QBGBZ1lC66qcxwM1euhMPuE8VcoOtHBSsZCgyeSHGtIlDBaPp7RgtXHltMugfAM-0FUfz_P-jZ_D4U3NFyUEO9mFl8wNTOtKhg/s3520/IMG_5524.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotjmpQr7SrlRI962j0PdTZOX1P99fO_NO87JNugtOEFoyZ5Xbw4qBICyNdjI8EniNRrwKllNPRyOILo-PN5h-QBGBZ1lC66qcxwM1euhMPuE8VcoOtHBSsZCgyeSHGtIlDBaPp7RgtXHltMugfAM-0FUfz_P-jZ_D4U3NFyUEO9mFl8wNTOtKhg/s320/IMG_5524.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyNRLlxMdbnA7SoWoeWhOMhoge5znDXbLdFd2rRa72aOM0Zpi2MRoFNhb_Jmbq6QKvKAVRvYbcD9TAJ5yuyjQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyE118RVm0ko29Ia7AD469xWaAdtf65aRnhxVvT5r2Qy5bJFrnkqFaUHGPyQj2JkHvHQZKJZeoZmCcs50g_TA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p>- I've become that mom who serves her kids fast food after sports practice! To Culver's we go!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>- Heat rage! What is it? When Mommy is allergic to humidity and heat and the a/c won't bring the house's temp below 80 degrees and the car is too hot and the heat index heats 10*F and Mommy's legs have a heat rash leaving her pores all clogged and her skin all bumpy. Mommy gets very grumpy when Daddy doesn't come home on time from Bible study.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-74Je86zX1v6H0CSuZSN0LOMrZzENRS7GHBySv_DwTPik1JSxBtX1cAaAbyVyWOEGEqGzE_21OaOJsOYH-yUVxr46I-yKDKxuVSu4vy7t2w5u8GeoTbFQKCjciG9y4KkZauiiAenVSAG87gPLNdkt_tYeGvHl0AsXoQC5AAYkwM51fdZ6h30rjA/s4032/IMG_5520.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-74Je86zX1v6H0CSuZSN0LOMrZzENRS7GHBySv_DwTPik1JSxBtX1cAaAbyVyWOEGEqGzE_21OaOJsOYH-yUVxr46I-yKDKxuVSu4vy7t2w5u8GeoTbFQKCjciG9y4KkZauiiAenVSAG87gPLNdkt_tYeGvHl0AsXoQC5AAYkwM51fdZ6h30rjA/s320/IMG_5520.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p>Tuesday - Rainy Lounging Day<br /></p><p>- It rained for most of the morning today, and I thought it would never stop! Actually it rained all night, too. Socks even came to find me and tell me to go to bed. Maybe he needed to go outside again, but I couldn't let him because it was raining too hard and I knew he wouldn't do anything. But still, he usually stays in the hallway after 9pm. The storms were right overhead, lots of thunder and lightning. Thank goodness all the pool stuff had been properly secured yesterday. In fact, I didn't even test yesterday or today or add chemicals, which means, I probably screwed up all the work we did over the weekend. Sigh. Whatever. The season only lasts another month. I figure, if we have to drain the whole thing, clean it, and start over, then we will. It's not that big. We do have to halfway drain it anyway. I'm not terribly worried about it. I'll definitely know a lot more when we restart it next year and will be ready.</p><p>- Abishai and I hung out and lounge around in our pj's. I didn't even change until I showered at 3pm. I then made dinner before I went for my late afternoon massage. But I finished my Bible study, got Stef's package ready to mail and shuffled a couple of other papers and cleared email. Not really productive, I know. Whatever. I'm doomed to be lazy forever I guess. I did have an IAHE rep meeting right after my massage, so I quickly ate some of what the kids and Jared left me (thank goodness I told them to save me a plate because the oinked the rest of the food up!) and went straight to my computer. I feel like I barely saw Justin or Jared today. And tomorrow I have Bible study in the morning. Then I'm off to the post office for Stef's package (it's her actual birthday so it's going to arrive late as always), to Kroger for paper towels and my meds and the dog's soft food (because I couldn't bother to remember that last week when I was buying the dry dog food), and to the library to drop off two more books I forgot last week and pick up a couple of books I special ordered for Abishai. Meanwhile I should have already ordered other library books, established our weekly and daily routines for school, decided what readers to use for Abishai, written down breakfast and lunch options and all the things. But nope, I got up late, again. Dwalded on my phone, again, and now I'm at the end of the day, and I just want to watch TV again. I guess I do have tomorrow afternoon and evening.</p><p>- Justin will drive himself to his group. I don't know if Keturah's friends are meeting anywhere. I don't know which day of the week they are planning to meet. I can't plan anything! Until I know details about all these things, I can't plan our week! That's my problem! I've been in a holding pattern all summer long because these groups can't get their act together and give me info! I can't have them all plan things last minute because then they overlap. Just like Justin's youth group having a pool party on the same day and time as the volunteer kick off for Indian Creek. So I do tell him he has to go to the volunteer kick up because that's what he's responsible for or do I go tell him to have fun because it's his senior year and his only time to have a pool party with this group of friends and I know the kick off is going to be super boring and he's been to the same meeting at the Creek for years and the rules never change and Dad will be there anyway to listen to the same rules anyway? I want to play rebel and tell him to go to the pool party. But Leah Johnson would say go to the meeting. Or would she these days? I don't know. </p><p>- So, I'm a little bit stuck right now in planning even the daily routine because I don't know if I'm going to be out 1 day a week or 2 or 3. And that determines how much I get done on the other days. How fast we get through stuff. Ah! Fine. I'll start putting stuff together tomorrow afternoon. I went through Keturah's stuff with her today. I just need to sit with it. Grrr. It's hard to think when you're hot and itchy and have a heat rash. And greasy from your massage but also itchy so you need a different lotion. Yes, I'm allergic to the sun and have a heat wash or clogged pores, etc. and there's no cure. They say just don't go out or cover up or use sunscreen and then cold packs and stay in a/c. So not helpful. I can't wait to see the new pcp and the dermatologist this month. I need some help! Balance my hormones or something! I can't handle this symptom! Maybe an anti inflammation diet, too. It's another whole layer to my life, but maybe that would help. Or a round of steroids. There's got to be something internal I can do to calm down my body. Something! Send help! If I only had one chronic issues that would be ok, but I have like a dozen now. It makes me so grumpy. And then when Jared is late coming home, it's not good. Poor little Abishai was waiting outside for him last night and then Keturah yelled at him to come in. He just wanted his Daddy and his Daddy was late. Sigh. At least he had Daddy all evening tonight.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y8gruDz_mF0q9j9Bw6jlLZKx1ioppOOzi_8DBFFZQdlsY0PeSSO3CTbk2oc3Bsirv99Q9l2NW9-mlAaTnibU0kBrRBiRLlX3NoTISUSz0p8MEhl6ilYTiurfQvHRkZW_tzqpgUlzCthiDpimMmN6n5acMyOCZW2SKEEuQV3FdwbjAVKd07EoLg/s1472/A4E77C29-5AF3-4211-BF79-EBEE614AC07B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Y8gruDz_mF0q9j9Bw6jlLZKx1ioppOOzi_8DBFFZQdlsY0PeSSO3CTbk2oc3Bsirv99Q9l2NW9-mlAaTnibU0kBrRBiRLlX3NoTISUSz0p8MEhl6ilYTiurfQvHRkZW_tzqpgUlzCthiDpimMmN6n5acMyOCZW2SKEEuQV3FdwbjAVKd07EoLg/s320/A4E77C29-5AF3-4211-BF79-EBEE614AC07B.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfuo4ZLEWADlOfjjZf21AQcZ2Qhg1mWqOI88tZeZSUyFr0dt6BBvtND6F9c83X5jzQxFd4AjtYx6rzfUaGdjUA8n977ngfBAwOJYpRvjcuEg55hlJCdCJJant8aVwkVpjt5jWqRBjf0FwFCenUnxdnwAn81orzvR9oyspJY3JOhZvoa2r-mr7-g/s4032/IMG_5526.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfuo4ZLEWADlOfjjZf21AQcZ2Qhg1mWqOI88tZeZSUyFr0dt6BBvtND6F9c83X5jzQxFd4AjtYx6rzfUaGdjUA8n977ngfBAwOJYpRvjcuEg55hlJCdCJJant8aVwkVpjt5jWqRBjf0FwFCenUnxdnwAn81orzvR9oyspJY3JOhZvoa2r-mr7-g/s320/IMG_5526.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mom, it's storming outside. It's way past midnight. It's time to go to bed. Come on, now. I'm just watching over the entire household. I need you all in the bedrooms. Stat."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI-RSOSsDq2U21lishHdZB0e9eVjrJd7i1povnx4iU1L_fmmIWQli3osij3ebfFoGiFdmaCvfRO1VFeTv_7NKciG0DbnKbZnzuBU3IzTqL7Q3-BbAtmIQMNd8rHv3EkIfc4r3mnAWdqRsSUzyyWOH7DxXRPIZqaMl4KXtju-gV_5G9T-6K9SNEQ/s2048/IMG_5527.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsI-RSOSsDq2U21lishHdZB0e9eVjrJd7i1povnx4iU1L_fmmIWQli3osij3ebfFoGiFdmaCvfRO1VFeTv_7NKciG0DbnKbZnzuBU3IzTqL7Q3-BbAtmIQMNd8rHv3EkIfc4r3mnAWdqRsSUzyyWOH7DxXRPIZqaMl4KXtju-gV_5G9T-6K9SNEQ/w480-h640/IMG_5527.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was National Book Day. Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBNdra87sLYfiazSvub0036TsHYbxQ-YsAb-DOKnjgPiQEoN8aQ3Wvw69DJWQAz9UA0CZ5xaZOkuPK11OnRlLzI9wIR5CnzkMh2XRL3iCOjSvyycDI48BA5QMaAuhw43PDGihlE258KPwOjLhUyESg5rjZHXuHQgZak0O-xNs77h4xrEEdHqJ8g/s960/IMG_5528.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBNdra87sLYfiazSvub0036TsHYbxQ-YsAb-DOKnjgPiQEoN8aQ3Wvw69DJWQAz9UA0CZ5xaZOkuPK11OnRlLzI9wIR5CnzkMh2XRL3iCOjSvyycDI48BA5QMaAuhw43PDGihlE258KPwOjLhUyESg5rjZHXuHQgZak0O-xNs77h4xrEEdHqJ8g/w480-h640/IMG_5528.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm hoping we can take the kids there and then we would skip out on park day that week. We missed it last year. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIFqwlUMv0YKciAWumUhu_D7Ao9l0T1yNXgzzuW6gX_N56CB8lzj2w07Np9yQpmxPAhkBeSilOJmesvn8VDkHM41FGQzcSUf0aJ7NMVIE9NF8bAsI7yL3xrP3dzF0fD81R8TeusqObGsWxKc50oYTDZAOurN2L7L29u4skC6BARhEL8KglW3EJw/s4032/IMG_5530.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIFqwlUMv0YKciAWumUhu_D7Ao9l0T1yNXgzzuW6gX_N56CB8lzj2w07Np9yQpmxPAhkBeSilOJmesvn8VDkHM41FGQzcSUf0aJ7NMVIE9NF8bAsI7yL3xrP3dzF0fD81R8TeusqObGsWxKc50oYTDZAOurN2L7L29u4skC6BARhEL8KglW3EJw/s320/IMG_5530.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai says he wants to read the whole Bible all the way through with Daddy's help so he can earn his special knife like his big brothers did for such a big milestone. And it might count as his $0.05 per page. We'll see!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dRsikhZmoECB65qTBPJuVRTJyaCVyLCqKNvfiNqFuxpBGFsquVdpOcekIEjAdbHIfRCEOEpgOShwFrtuLqsRAmVdEPrVt1TufOVN9fQzDk9sFEuDu0MT4XXWOdeiDFiAoHZzAXNDyqFy4ECfdeJw11cmRhxG8YUZMKLm8nrYTlA0KdoitQtPIg/s937/IMG_5531.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="937" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dRsikhZmoECB65qTBPJuVRTJyaCVyLCqKNvfiNqFuxpBGFsquVdpOcekIEjAdbHIfRCEOEpgOShwFrtuLqsRAmVdEPrVt1TufOVN9fQzDk9sFEuDu0MT4XXWOdeiDFiAoHZzAXNDyqFy4ECfdeJw11cmRhxG8YUZMKLm8nrYTlA0KdoitQtPIg/s320/IMG_5531.JPG" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahahaha! That's awesome! It goes with the line talking about it's 5pm, aka, quitting time, somewhere, and now all the lads go to the pub for a drink on the way home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTi1szVguQ4l_ypDsxxLIFFNN9zTeJ8FChebKRppUxsWvD0tRx9pmTQKIcmZ3c2rORBb1_0ZSjchK32EmyILq1zFUBRp1daiLTkdQ44DaVQc5bCbXyp81E6XlgCrYIKrXN8S-2QDIiz-Ww4IKRm-tAwudZkYPZBrW91mCdVWpWn_HiXABKK82vrA/s489/IMG_5534.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="417" data-original-width="489" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTi1szVguQ4l_ypDsxxLIFFNN9zTeJ8FChebKRppUxsWvD0tRx9pmTQKIcmZ3c2rORBb1_0ZSjchK32EmyILq1zFUBRp1daiLTkdQ44DaVQc5bCbXyp81E6XlgCrYIKrXN8S-2QDIiz-Ww4IKRm-tAwudZkYPZBrW91mCdVWpWn_HiXABKK82vrA/s320/IMG_5534.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm leaning towards the right side this year. Feeling a bit of burnt out. Last year I was with Buddy the Elf. It could be because Justin's graduating or just that our scheduled hasn't been settled yet.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRPRYJxGMXJflNCjt6aXpQdCxE0ZT7SXhy9Jtm2lqtgytPKSDBfNcupUcgPBno8p8Go1QKFzYm18VvIzIBs5ye_lNLx1c5DOHBAYBxSKYUxk165RSOpzH59RMACf0Eqe6Nma9GKVxR1lENGN2CsIgz9YZFbKmBfi7UZXetvMtzY71NNO0BojN1w/s4032/IMG_5535.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigRPRYJxGMXJflNCjt6aXpQdCxE0ZT7SXhy9Jtm2lqtgytPKSDBfNcupUcgPBno8p8Go1QKFzYm18VvIzIBs5ye_lNLx1c5DOHBAYBxSKYUxk165RSOpzH59RMACf0Eqe6Nma9GKVxR1lENGN2CsIgz9YZFbKmBfi7UZXetvMtzY71NNO0BojN1w/s320/IMG_5535.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai really wanted to argue with me today about this. He said he didn't read for 10 minutes a day. I'm like, yes, you looked at and essentially read real paper books for at lest 10 minutes a day, if not an hour. I'm still submitting it. You can color a new one if you want to keep tracking it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - Snooze, and Go!</p><p>- I hit the snooze button. Rolled over. It's 8:50am. I have to leave by 9:15am. Uh oh! I've never left so fast! I grabbed my tea, a peanut butter bar, after I got dressed of course, made sure the teens had stirred, and Abishai was ok, and I was gone! I didn't stop to check the dog's water or make sure Justin was up enough to do his math final. I didn't empty the dish drainer or put the laundry in the dryer so it would be done by the time I was home. I basically told the kids, figure yourselves out, and left. And, they did. Abishai played by himself. Keturah read her book, I think. At least I came home to find her reading it. Justin had not done his math though.</p><p>- Later in the day, when I was gathering up the rest of the summer homework, I found out he had not completed his final Chemistry test we had talked about a month ago and no, his Algebra 2 final wasn't complete either. How am I supposed to start school with you next week if your junior year classes/summer school isn't done? Oh, and he was supposed to read 4 Richard Maybury books over the summer and those didn't get done. Justin had tons of time on his hands. There's really no excuse. I should fail him. I won't, but I should. There's going to be some consequences, again. I already told him about the reduced time with Kya. I can't put these books away until you finish with them, child. And either he cheated or he is really smart with Algebra 2 because he corrected his work and it's a perfects score. Only time will tell when he takes the SAT in the fall. I'm not going to make him redo stuff. I don't have time for that. If he cheated, like Benaiah did in 7th/8th grade, it's his loss. Algebra 2 isn't necessary for real world life problems. It's for secondary school and careers like engineering. If he bombs the SAT like Benaiah did, and looses out on scholarships, then, it's on his head. He had the oppurtunity to ask for help. He didn't. I'm too burnt out to look backwards and dot all the i's and cross all the t's. Not at this stage. He can retake math in college or whatever. I'm done. He's only got consumer math, physics, speech, and Bible to do this year. So pretty much, he won't be needing my help at all. I'm focusing on the other two. </p><p>- I was able to clean up the fireside room and put away the things we bought the other day. I transferred some things to Abishai's new backpack. I gathered all misc. picture books and games to the coffee table to go through with Abishai to see if he's read any of them and if he and I want to read any of them before I put them away on the picture book shelf. There's so much I haven't read to him! He can read them on his own, too, now. And then I need to reevaluate him for what I want to actually do with him. Keturah's stuff was organized and ready to go, so that's easy. Even the history for them both is easy once I open the book and order the other books. It's just our overall routine of getting up late that needs an overhaul. And I'm not ready to give that up yet. Even now I'm typing at midnight and then expecting to watch a 90 minute TV show. I didn't get enough done this afternoon because I just wanted to lie down and rest my back and try to catch up on emails and games without having to sit in my desk chair. My back and legs have been hurting from sitting at my desk. I'm bored at my desk. I don't want to do desk things. I fall asleep. I'd rather lounge like my kids do. But I did work for 90 minutes on school stuff. I did cook taco meat for dinner. I did go to Bible study. I did go back to church to pick up the GF sourdough bread starter. I didn't do the other errands but I'll do that when Keturah and I go to her counseling session. There's not enough time. Not enough sleep. Not enough brain power. Not enough me.<br /></p><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- We committed a mortal sin in the Johnson6 household today and actually made peach Jell-O today instead of using it in the one reason we use it for: pink stuff. "Pink stuff" is 16oz cottage cheese, 1/3 of a 3oz package of peach Jell-O, 1 tub of cool-whip, and 1 small can of mandarin oranges (but no juice). I don't know where the recipe came from but it's a Leah Johnson household staple. That and "green stuff" otherwise known as watergate salad.</div></div><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_7f"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The thing about peach Jell-O is that it's no longer being made. You can't find it on store shelves. You can find it on Amazon though. So occasionally one of us daughters in law will buy a case for Leah to have on hand. But Abishai wanted to know what it tasted like straight up. And I was curious, too. So, why not. I need to rotate our stock. And well, I'm not a huge fan of Jell-O and I could take or leave peach flavored anything, so, meh, it was alright. The peach flavor wasn't terribly strong. It was just there. Kind of like most Jell-O. I wouldn't waste my calories on it like I used my calories on Chick-Fil-A sweetened iced tea earlier today. (It was worth it though!) Abishai liked it well enough. And now we know.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Peach Jell-O is better in pink stuff.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwesHVmAoc6D-yt9WzDfkZ55SUh88Jn6b_z4oiAchTo2l3pLul2HX_4pwgKxHDPG222OOSHe7O-v2h-3tmMXw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div></span></div></div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsmn4zHY6qPHOij4oAktEXnLIYFW4DQVobPfYNXwNGycPzJHc4E71Pr_Olm3CrdKBvUrO8qVrhrrQ_VSVRK1lZSFBOgstL05ns_9M6YRaGRnqAr5QZvdmauC1I8VZ6hlHKPrHE9VDnxTt1S5jiDTG5frKUxjmkZWGvMhVNv9YybHq17t4GAne0w/s4032/IMG_5540.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsmn4zHY6qPHOij4oAktEXnLIYFW4DQVobPfYNXwNGycPzJHc4E71Pr_Olm3CrdKBvUrO8qVrhrrQ_VSVRK1lZSFBOgstL05ns_9M6YRaGRnqAr5QZvdmauC1I8VZ6hlHKPrHE9VDnxTt1S5jiDTG5frKUxjmkZWGvMhVNv9YybHq17t4GAne0w/s320/IMG_5540.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait, what is this? It's lightweight. And it says it came from a sports store. Well, it can only mean one thing! It's for Abishai! I let Abishai open it up with his pen knife.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtds9rYHJA8JJe2FxYyvszyBlR2abSUsnqdk59Tf-Q49KzN9LYqb-dkzed2ElqvNHtFQTIbSn9A8dIy_3O8ggM2SoIdwvq_r9CgF1fESp3JI_6m5Cy1Z5OZ0ujDJB6oyUTcp_bb73fSEAXlWTQGcL8JhXEEpi-AB5hIywWmIiRm9lj1ya53bWCOg/s4032/IMG_5542.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtds9rYHJA8JJe2FxYyvszyBlR2abSUsnqdk59Tf-Q49KzN9LYqb-dkzed2ElqvNHtFQTIbSn9A8dIy_3O8ggM2SoIdwvq_r9CgF1fESp3JI_6m5Cy1Z5OZ0ujDJB6oyUTcp_bb73fSEAXlWTQGcL8JhXEEpi-AB5hIywWmIiRm9lj1ya53bWCOg/s320/IMG_5542.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good job reading the paper, buddy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKER6GFwbJ88rrOmW8ujkq1tyVs21kryjzB0NzquXtHx-SlGBZXeSmMIS3BTXdbI7AjVxueCFy8OGUWxYLPMeevB3Sd3WptvsJHjI_lilmFy-o2bg0-GxwDpPbgeAR1WOw9PAhsCp6d9UWqimtfTYltjls2Kc1j3emnpfb389nzmiVMGoL2BFEJg/s4032/IMG_5543.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKER6GFwbJ88rrOmW8ujkq1tyVs21kryjzB0NzquXtHx-SlGBZXeSmMIS3BTXdbI7AjVxueCFy8OGUWxYLPMeevB3Sd3WptvsJHjI_lilmFy-o2bg0-GxwDpPbgeAR1WOw9PAhsCp6d9UWqimtfTYltjls2Kc1j3emnpfb389nzmiVMGoL2BFEJg/w480-h640/IMG_5543.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His sparring gear arrived early! Yeah! He was so excited! He picked the silver color. I thought he'd pick green or blue, but nope. He wanted silver!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU196QqeFl0sVREhbSAxe9DBWH7vplKb2TTziDEN1exFebSuvBaRvjbYDeHG81-uNm38XboAG0QMhJ0X9yeCAeDVgP1kBm4IEQRumP_R_wqiHLULxCzOmyp-r1ZvZhopoybur6-BTJIeeIY8nkRDdHkxQ3o6QJLDecxmFAZo-9bfylm_npE3Z9Ng/s4032/IMG_5544.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU196QqeFl0sVREhbSAxe9DBWH7vplKb2TTziDEN1exFebSuvBaRvjbYDeHG81-uNm38XboAG0QMhJ0X9yeCAeDVgP1kBm4IEQRumP_R_wqiHLULxCzOmyp-r1ZvZhopoybur6-BTJIeeIY8nkRDdHkxQ3o6QJLDecxmFAZo-9bfylm_npE3Z9Ng/w480-h640/IMG_5544.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adorable! And perfect fit, too! Yeah! I wasn't sure with all the confusing measurments. It's supposed to fit snug, so yes, he will grow out of it somewhat quickly, maybe in a year or so. But he does need it now. Germs and everything. The pjs just make the whole outfit! He did put his regular outfit on, and then tried his whole sparring outfit, but he took it off before I got a photo.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwMLD4Au1mmEQ4_doeRiltWI5rxkEwJrRYnZRCYEG3A2-zwGFkCVZSg7yw_uxuBwuTK5XKtIlfVDEJEGSqn5i91VSJJeTgnk5kgr2DB63avowuVz5cGgz40pOZpXe2i0zdOvdPMRAVWkak0Zu3fo673dIM9VV1JW6vBpQ65XBgfux3eb7UVdVAQ/s4032/IMG_5547.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivwMLD4Au1mmEQ4_doeRiltWI5rxkEwJrRYnZRCYEG3A2-zwGFkCVZSg7yw_uxuBwuTK5XKtIlfVDEJEGSqn5i91VSJJeTgnk5kgr2DB63avowuVz5cGgz40pOZpXe2i0zdOvdPMRAVWkak0Zu3fo673dIM9VV1JW6vBpQ65XBgfux3eb7UVdVAQ/w300-h400/IMG_5547.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy's old ball bag/sports bag was the perfect thing for his sparring gear! Now the pieces can air out! Jared used this bag when he was playing basketball 1-2 mornings a week at Indian Creek when the multipurpose room was a gym. That was like 15 years ago. It took me a bit to find it, but yeah for not having to buy another thing! The sparring gear alone cost me over $100.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3fIf1Wg06pamD3pkOo-kuBON8EA4jOGz1iIQ02PtCnenSI8T2Hr1xGFZfdXmkdcs24gHZsd0ts_03Tfzx6si8B-CQaQrO2OaAd9JEqKfGcJBPHIjKCXJFef7VWTrO7ZeMSTwuJUR6HTZ8nyx1OMoGAzjyMfuW-8HyaDKOjfHGa3x71B-NnRSTA/s1792/IMG_5548.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3fIf1Wg06pamD3pkOo-kuBON8EA4jOGz1iIQ02PtCnenSI8T2Hr1xGFZfdXmkdcs24gHZsd0ts_03Tfzx6si8B-CQaQrO2OaAd9JEqKfGcJBPHIjKCXJFef7VWTrO7ZeMSTwuJUR6HTZ8nyx1OMoGAzjyMfuW-8HyaDKOjfHGa3x71B-NnRSTA/w296-h640/IMG_5548.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peach Jell-O is no longer being made and it is no longer sold in regular stores. But Amazon has it of course. Either Shauna or I typically get Leah a big box of them for Christmas so she can make pink stuff to her heart's content all year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0aiyQ9W1rh_ETH0UZ8jNWkbpLRa-B9oeSDNwZJ8wA_dRe1H1S7VZT0FUSYyDwI_z8Sy4qS2wvyBi1jSDLBE2feQt2qk8GNm2p-qFOMJj220fLFwp2dbgsfkts-lWTp-Mbxb5nVSmWhUXSY-fmGTngaNkKKFImSN6Ba57KdNiwCF0eNvqnqJEA/s1792/IMG_5549.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0aiyQ9W1rh_ETH0UZ8jNWkbpLRa-B9oeSDNwZJ8wA_dRe1H1S7VZT0FUSYyDwI_z8Sy4qS2wvyBi1jSDLBE2feQt2qk8GNm2p-qFOMJj220fLFwp2dbgsfkts-lWTp-Mbxb5nVSmWhUXSY-fmGTngaNkKKFImSN6Ba57KdNiwCF0eNvqnqJEA/w296-h640/IMG_5549.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah! Check out that cooler weather! The a/c unit and I are much happier!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHMWNujSMMCnaIrbX-qA8yRAtNdG6zQrUJas0FH4uvGvO7kuTIDu92ymCOaNeJRE0hV1hl8iV91kBHSl1XbN9B7erJaZn_2jDwDepkzH5fHyo4QYrZGuAALv5FxrWpDeQMT1uEsZzoCQfHJKGiieRelcZOJIlSfbkSDmPdCI0mCPu5rV3aRWXZA/s4032/IMG_5552.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHMWNujSMMCnaIrbX-qA8yRAtNdG6zQrUJas0FH4uvGvO7kuTIDu92ymCOaNeJRE0hV1hl8iV91kBHSl1XbN9B7erJaZn_2jDwDepkzH5fHyo4QYrZGuAALv5FxrWpDeQMT1uEsZzoCQfHJKGiieRelcZOJIlSfbkSDmPdCI0mCPu5rV3aRWXZA/s320/IMG_5552.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See the whole story above but Abishai thought peach Jell-O tasted just fine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AQHpYla3KMmEBFdhy1vGZAkQ8YzozR7wJDAIj686Yoiyam4socvEy3qPc-lGuKlVVFcKSbXeXfUO1lgRmpbMe4py-WF6PoiT_cfb78HQE0kPz8tjqLzxV0BIHLtaPhqlT8SAI38gPC4d9sizXuFBSzfuHUoKh43quZZ27fwIv_NUvmK2noeZrA/s4032/IMG_5555.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4AQHpYla3KMmEBFdhy1vGZAkQ8YzozR7wJDAIj686Yoiyam4socvEy3qPc-lGuKlVVFcKSbXeXfUO1lgRmpbMe4py-WF6PoiT_cfb78HQE0kPz8tjqLzxV0BIHLtaPhqlT8SAI38gPC4d9sizXuFBSzfuHUoKh43quZZ27fwIv_NUvmK2noeZrA/w300-h400/IMG_5555.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma's favorite food: popcorn. Paired with actual peach Jell-O, the snacks of choice to watch the first part of Thor:Ragnarok tonight. Jared and Abishai have been watching the Thor movies because the new is coming out soon. But I think they will also watch other Marvel movies, too. They watch 30-60 minutes of a movie most nights.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN42GlT1yGo0ReS-9GgT2g1a4TrKYbCjSJNUF2gWfL1F7YA8BIMWBIS0XrtXKrcpfLuEEU-cZVYkU8vPM2CmtXsTKdKUMY6w4hGKT1mWM7q4zJcl6WuFHuKHw4FIEefgSQgXkwJz9uK9XlUQWK4BDah3F6caKSG498njLXxiJeP0gSqSoJ93PQ9A/s4032/IMG_5556.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN42GlT1yGo0ReS-9GgT2g1a4TrKYbCjSJNUF2gWfL1F7YA8BIMWBIS0XrtXKrcpfLuEEU-cZVYkU8vPM2CmtXsTKdKUMY6w4hGKT1mWM7q4zJcl6WuFHuKHw4FIEefgSQgXkwJz9uK9XlUQWK4BDah3F6caKSG498njLXxiJeP0gSqSoJ93PQ9A/s320/IMG_5556.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See paragraph above but yes, we sacrificed a box of peach Jell-O to see what it actually tastes like. It doesn't taste like much. Just a hint of artificial peach flavoring. Meh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyLa9LGkQeiTpg9U-t_7RHhjavv08YfiMrlvZGjcY_ynekvgCHUjJgEe7bjh6e50tUK6VDNYweG5ForrCk2BmoXT-VkG_foU2oTCm_aQ51HZHh0DO-dNarKGjrMmW0_sE1kNu08f7Rxrn0AGoqDAxRjJvImqtQKguVJVOeQIDQ8hKJt3XvAdi0A/s4032/IMG_5557.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyLa9LGkQeiTpg9U-t_7RHhjavv08YfiMrlvZGjcY_ynekvgCHUjJgEe7bjh6e50tUK6VDNYweG5ForrCk2BmoXT-VkG_foU2oTCm_aQ51HZHh0DO-dNarKGjrMmW0_sE1kNu08f7Rxrn0AGoqDAxRjJvImqtQKguVJVOeQIDQ8hKJt3XvAdi0A/w480-h640/IMG_5557.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody was very ready to spend part of the day at Daddy's office while Mommy took Keturah to an appointment. He got to wear his new blue and e2 lime green big boy backpack filled with Legos, snacks, his tablet and charger, his water bottle, and he even brought his friend Dinosaury along for the ride. He packed it up himself!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7Gab4o9cHXu7acfBN7dtOeNpIt_hWfULgQt3wzo598fwsXQFLB_D9EtiB8Qc0Ym3VrTRfDrhnGFUFaupALlm-6SAARTPqDg9-UHmMXJJL_K_0z4NGVucRvFqsHDuWvj9e3J4lUxLBpMB82Q2Lq1WSAsA2lz9vzlcIJtqxuad-293ibypJvNqyw/s1792/IMG_5558.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7Gab4o9cHXu7acfBN7dtOeNpIt_hWfULgQt3wzo598fwsXQFLB_D9EtiB8Qc0Ym3VrTRfDrhnGFUFaupALlm-6SAARTPqDg9-UHmMXJJL_K_0z4NGVucRvFqsHDuWvj9e3J4lUxLBpMB82Q2Lq1WSAsA2lz9vzlcIJtqxuad-293ibypJvNqyw/w296-h640/IMG_5558.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You really send your kids to learn in this kind of environment? How does one learn in such an environment? I guess kids don't realize this is really what's going on. But as a parent, this freaks me out! I'm glad my kids don't go to our inner city schools.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03O2xCB3zJJB-SXTLmUffBzVUZ51gsJmkaydV01TVhdPirEsv9ode0kpxAW8cc1gfAu9-Bj5yxdFPDRp829sN7gv_6UJDWtl0VJxr9_yub7PL0rPC_yJ-PZqhmDFAaGg9ed2yysZV2mEH5FGsn_H6wnPNRi8zwcZmrzKli291IDuj0G542FjCtQ/s3088/IMG_5560.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03O2xCB3zJJB-SXTLmUffBzVUZ51gsJmkaydV01TVhdPirEsv9ode0kpxAW8cc1gfAu9-Bj5yxdFPDRp829sN7gv_6UJDWtl0VJxr9_yub7PL0rPC_yJ-PZqhmDFAaGg9ed2yysZV2mEH5FGsn_H6wnPNRi8zwcZmrzKli291IDuj0G542FjCtQ/s320/IMG_5560.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to DD's (Dunkin' Donuts or Dunkin's) after Keturah's appointment in honor of Auntie Steffie's birthday yesterday. I expected Keturah to get a donut or sandwich since she didn't eat much breakfast and it was lunchtime. Well, she just got a strawberry lemonade. Ok, then. I got an iced coffee with almond milk (yeah, they have alternative milks now!) with unsweetened raspberry creamer, sweet cream foam, ice, and no other sugar until I added 4 packages of pure sugar because I was like, nope, can't do it. Oh, and 1 extra expresso shot. I could have done without the extra expresso. I didn't eat much lunch that day and I had to get home and eat something right away. I had a lot of false energy right through the evening though. And yes, we are twins. Sisters? You decide. I can't tell. I can't give myself a proper age anymore. Do I look 41? I don't have a clue.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHH_VqYUCVCUXYLaOm05SBePuECTFa562m-ziP8nDd-Cmc_kxAojFQPwf3jVuozO933fGmzeaixLEzdKdIS4w-PYbirHh2ItiG5agxMmEoEN75fXBfi55E13alP8Z-CgbeUPKbcNSqycsb0lUil4uZEMncWuHeyyZIM2wjfQIRv_IpIoTwlioFA/s4032/IMG_5561.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFHH_VqYUCVCUXYLaOm05SBePuECTFa562m-ziP8nDd-Cmc_kxAojFQPwf3jVuozO933fGmzeaixLEzdKdIS4w-PYbirHh2ItiG5agxMmEoEN75fXBfi55E13alP8Z-CgbeUPKbcNSqycsb0lUil4uZEMncWuHeyyZIM2wjfQIRv_IpIoTwlioFA/w480-h640/IMG_5561.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was in the regular grocery store and I went down this aisle to find oatmeal. What in tarnation is this? This isn't yogurt or anything close to healthy. This is pure junk! Full of nasty chemical somethings. And you all are buying this? Ew! Chocolate pudding and something peanut butter. So much sugar I'm sure. I mean, I do love Reese's. I will eat the whole bag of Reese's. I don't like pudding. Never have. Just like I never liked Jell-O. Just give me the sugar packets. And then I remembered that you really shouldn't be shopping in the middle of the store. It's where all the junk food is. If you want to eat healthy, shop the outer perimeter of the store. That's where all the raw and fresh foods are. And to be honest, I don't usually go down the middle aisle that often. I don't buy a lot of pantry staples that often. We run out of frozen and fresh and raw stuff so quickly at home. We do go through the special treats too fast, but I don't run out to the store to replace them right away. I go to the store when the veggie are gone and the meat is gone. Or when we need milk, bread, and eggs. But yeah, this just struck me as kind of gross. And then the rest of the aisle was filled with fruit snacks and artificial coloring and stuff that has very little nutritional value added. Yuck.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ymcSn89sJZ5OJdYeyQTJzf60bZPMbeLgzjDfE82caRqH1xAPhXdeaohn6OPC-BMpaW_BHxz2McVJz2Jv-RPht2793sCsyE62_SjRaUdG1rV9UnUxp6E1K3J1gLJBYdZEjAwSlBeczj1ED2SJEAGgx7Cu26mxWG8AsSI5lTnpqwCtxFzxHR2W_Q/s4032/IMG_5562.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ymcSn89sJZ5OJdYeyQTJzf60bZPMbeLgzjDfE82caRqH1xAPhXdeaohn6OPC-BMpaW_BHxz2McVJz2Jv-RPht2793sCsyE62_SjRaUdG1rV9UnUxp6E1K3J1gLJBYdZEjAwSlBeczj1ED2SJEAGgx7Cu26mxWG8AsSI5lTnpqwCtxFzxHR2W_Q/w480-h640/IMG_5562.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last stop, the library! And look! We have a homeschool curriculum shelf at our branch! Woot! Woot! Finally! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rpG5t0O7erR7kkPPH5BuY-wbIXlJ4hBijM1Zq95KwLe6PLezEnBgj_eLPn2bfpFO7YRnYIW1h6u4xLffBNIdS0mIGhemsxTcgJmWGfWjBkZt7AFPeFtkNj2W0UUufZHQFEPupHPz-Vs-LIUsrSCE71zrweopZLa4Re9q9DAk6fBJlhNYWjx5sA/s4032/IMG_5563.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rpG5t0O7erR7kkPPH5BuY-wbIXlJ4hBijM1Zq95KwLe6PLezEnBgj_eLPn2bfpFO7YRnYIW1h6u4xLffBNIdS0mIGhemsxTcgJmWGfWjBkZt7AFPeFtkNj2W0UUufZHQFEPupHPz-Vs-LIUsrSCE71zrweopZLa4Re9q9DAk6fBJlhNYWjx5sA/w640-h480/IMG_5563.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, the homeschool fair is over but at least they advertised it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIv9mTPBMtzIhWsrIstbiqMzv5ka6tsLbByFv4XO2kY21P7hxexjqCloS6RqthJUT54Imy9_rmYvMhgz8g8yB8YAs7-TfMsxr9BwZWf07hku0vJciqM6uKs6OcODmSZVLZOR3JknmBcnc-5S5WSP7C74aJy2NEyZtEVGBdrDwVuT5c79GQouWT7g/s4032/IMG_5564.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIv9mTPBMtzIhWsrIstbiqMzv5ka6tsLbByFv4XO2kY21P7hxexjqCloS6RqthJUT54Imy9_rmYvMhgz8g8yB8YAs7-TfMsxr9BwZWf07hku0vJciqM6uKs6OcODmSZVLZOR3JknmBcnc-5S5WSP7C74aJy2NEyZtEVGBdrDwVuT5c79GQouWT7g/w640-h480/IMG_5564.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some great stuff here by Susan Wise Bauer, one of the top homeschool leaders, who's been around since the 80's and 90's. Sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-U266wrfsHc0MfquxyH7EbnONEVfYSxTLeXYFqs1Bmvwvyb1VzA9GFhFSO2iHVIPBwrZVb-YBcgEyupGQ2yMqkxtnZ5xFSQsIYjujmseE2JlSjv7cci0ak4dGNMDxIm7M6Do9ES3cPQr-gGak0vFIWxYXGuD7eFtF06LY9AYYePumoYzHwPzUPQ/s4032/IMG_5565.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-U266wrfsHc0MfquxyH7EbnONEVfYSxTLeXYFqs1Bmvwvyb1VzA9GFhFSO2iHVIPBwrZVb-YBcgEyupGQ2yMqkxtnZ5xFSQsIYjujmseE2JlSjv7cci0ak4dGNMDxIm7M6Do9ES3cPQr-gGak0vFIWxYXGuD7eFtF06LY9AYYePumoYzHwPzUPQ/w640-h480/IMG_5565.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Susan Wise Bauer and then the whole collection of Life of Fred math. I do not like or recommend this type of math at all. It's not enough for most, but if you really, really struggle with math, I guess it might work for you.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx04u3kbpESQHopeFJKDe9RyLIqzJ_W_QZMIEE5fRQxnB31x12OU4W8gx8Zbxo9ohlKkfTGbh2AqVj8M7lMXpeVeU1F9oBGMMKRUdqaVv91hm9koXaHfqNJq8pxS9mqSF2MtDsheaJLorkYMHYXO-37dWdNod_k56MbrQH0VlSACZmCZpr_Jwkg/s4032/IMG_5566.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLx04u3kbpESQHopeFJKDe9RyLIqzJ_W_QZMIEE5fRQxnB31x12OU4W8gx8Zbxo9ohlKkfTGbh2AqVj8M7lMXpeVeU1F9oBGMMKRUdqaVv91hm9koXaHfqNJq8pxS9mqSF2MtDsheaJLorkYMHYXO-37dWdNod_k56MbrQH0VlSACZmCZpr_Jwkg/w640-h480/IMG_5566.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Story of the World! And some other history books I don't recognize! I actually took the Sassafras book home with me so Keturah can read it and give me her feedback on it. It's a gentler approach to anatomy, aka, it's a story, middle grade level it looks like.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXUdEPel367a_w3y39-C2PbsbuV8Ffnhi9gTKBcXt6ErumjuHnV9s_HG51nTuGreCokXHHqYtxjWOU7pEfP2jaZrtcJr9bmCNLHFtNEY79junRT6KBg2K57zgtDbyrX1f70-nLi9WbXfgExgce5zGoEMnTLEyQBqorU7zovOe8X91-WTGOGNRhw/s4032/IMG_5567.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXUdEPel367a_w3y39-C2PbsbuV8Ffnhi9gTKBcXt6ErumjuHnV9s_HG51nTuGreCokXHHqYtxjWOU7pEfP2jaZrtcJr9bmCNLHFtNEY79junRT6KBg2K57zgtDbyrX1f70-nLi9WbXfgExgce5zGoEMnTLEyQBqorU7zovOe8X91-WTGOGNRhw/w640-h480/IMG_5567.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some interesting picks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBPs_WqpXkOR6oD0m2zilEZGlQEjlAU8Y5OQ8wp4HUSrRxGfoXq5D_9entXNQpoCHcxboCaSgjK6FZIBAonVt1y3H1mmhR_ks50vOElND_ZqNHbYXjM4envVDNwMhDWj3LDEtsqrXEYjZ_KzUlQfO3khmM_bHoinKjJooBKJGd7ZBksil54sJ2A/s4032/IMG_5568.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMBPs_WqpXkOR6oD0m2zilEZGlQEjlAU8Y5OQ8wp4HUSrRxGfoXq5D_9entXNQpoCHcxboCaSgjK6FZIBAonVt1y3H1mmhR_ks50vOElND_ZqNHbYXjM4envVDNwMhDWj3LDEtsqrXEYjZ_KzUlQfO3khmM_bHoinKjJooBKJGd7ZBksil54sJ2A/w480-h640/IMG_5568.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course the next cabinet over features the regular back to school books, but, that's fair.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Tvb4X3cVxKj4QUcZVGS0A2OC6hto_mzIyAJPMN9QF7k-GawPiduHTPAjya85EIRde-5M2LcYN-PS78QnQSb3Hz6TNgU3fnreArzoCgWr74807-gNsHhZEjYS-dF4Psg_McYLWhw2PobUQXdy2OYnia-7vIUU__tZJVI0_iYmcMgSFxTQgPQSPw/s4032/IMG_5569.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Tvb4X3cVxKj4QUcZVGS0A2OC6hto_mzIyAJPMN9QF7k-GawPiduHTPAjya85EIRde-5M2LcYN-PS78QnQSb3Hz6TNgU3fnreArzoCgWr74807-gNsHhZEjYS-dF4Psg_McYLWhw2PobUQXdy2OYnia-7vIUU__tZJVI0_iYmcMgSFxTQgPQSPw/w480-h640/IMG_5569.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The super expensive stuffies that Keturah pre-ordered in February finally came today! They were $70! They were modeled after some other figurines that a YouTuber made on her channel. However, this young lady didn't understand the whole manufacturing process and therefore, it took a whole lot longer than she had anticipated it would take to get them made. They do look to be very, very high quality and worth the wait, though. Keturah put them up on a high shelf after the initial snuggle session. Both the YouTuber and Keturah have now learned that sometimes, things just take a really long time. They are very cute stuffies though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRd4sZjpwiVBwuDyhCxz4DRzbQAnd2gotttWP3uw2X3qh6OpPFF00T_GvNNkYk4VK3mDuVFXa8mVYZgD54xqJ1ZuDM6ttKa7uK66JuL1qRY5PEOJXvCs4xDMLuqmIWTbQBhLQBl8dZZhpP7KmX_4k88UCyiLlAFS21xW5NBldaKl8LhQvEDTReA/s1792/IMG_5570.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRd4sZjpwiVBwuDyhCxz4DRzbQAnd2gotttWP3uw2X3qh6OpPFF00T_GvNNkYk4VK3mDuVFXa8mVYZgD54xqJ1ZuDM6ttKa7uK66JuL1qRY5PEOJXvCs4xDMLuqmIWTbQBhLQBl8dZZhpP7KmX_4k88UCyiLlAFS21xW5NBldaKl8LhQvEDTReA/w296-h640/IMG_5570.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Something in my Bible study about Ezra introducing the Israelites to the Scriptures reminded me of Martin Luther's "Scripture Alone" plus hearing a YouTuber say it the night before. So I looked it up today and printed it today. I don't know where everyone in my Bible study stand on it, and I did find an article that contradicted the 5 Solas, saying that you don't 3 of them because they negate two of them, but for the most part, I would side on believing this 5 Solas and this particular article's way of explaining them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxKKmuzkOg1pz3yl6CIhx7ArJ_EbmhSPtKofKDz3a2CqpU8gmLkvjMSMlhotUvkLl7xaqsX0lMMXYy6DPZA7okmeRKUJni1H6tsZg7E_GhMzIrvAWhsZxS7K6A8L_dIpKYFL4tRz34T32mQXCbj0_7wiwyomcxYyMOplmm3IB1G5pGyAnfTHD-w/s4032/IMG_5923.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfxKKmuzkOg1pz3yl6CIhx7ArJ_EbmhSPtKofKDz3a2CqpU8gmLkvjMSMlhotUvkLl7xaqsX0lMMXYy6DPZA7okmeRKUJni1H6tsZg7E_GhMzIrvAWhsZxS7K6A8L_dIpKYFL4tRz34T32mQXCbj0_7wiwyomcxYyMOplmm3IB1G5pGyAnfTHD-w/s320/IMG_5923.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai got to show off his new sparring gear at Tang Soo Do tonight. They let him use his gloves for the "one-step" sparring where they work on one aspect of the sparring moves at a time. It's not like the free style sparring they do once a month. Teacher Nathan let him use his gear.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8P65KFhjUTzsK0TRR1HWZeTo8XVTsbaUhVG2qBD2I0vLy_wZfLcPhEzPuAXmyEX14oULkMAtQg6rQXfaDsD2--gmnc4Yzc9fiJDrAcKAl7rUff9ysfDTEWApqA6QS3o9apGEHYYVDyzCNj9DO3NLbZYGlkqD0wWzkslqUllzVdb8KVIXX0ingg/s4032/IMG_5926.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8P65KFhjUTzsK0TRR1HWZeTo8XVTsbaUhVG2qBD2I0vLy_wZfLcPhEzPuAXmyEX14oULkMAtQg6rQXfaDsD2--gmnc4Yzc9fiJDrAcKAl7rUff9ysfDTEWApqA6QS3o9apGEHYYVDyzCNj9DO3NLbZYGlkqD0wWzkslqUllzVdb8KVIXX0ingg/s320/IMG_5926.JPEG" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>Friday - </p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0BHm63cFWaxzZV7SciN6TlsZqmWSd3OFOjgF_2hyh-utdIpfIAPRr91vBDEQfHoRHgvjWBb6R80h-7GD-dbmss-PYnrKzTjrh4O1-HccUoQWl6e7EmFeVmICtR82M25MUfy8DjwM93ExSjc0OChfscgGQa5uX8RRADyLRS_MDR82PCAwti8Y5Q/s4032/IMG_5573.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0BHm63cFWaxzZV7SciN6TlsZqmWSd3OFOjgF_2hyh-utdIpfIAPRr91vBDEQfHoRHgvjWBb6R80h-7GD-dbmss-PYnrKzTjrh4O1-HccUoQWl6e7EmFeVmICtR82M25MUfy8DjwM93ExSjc0OChfscgGQa5uX8RRADyLRS_MDR82PCAwti8Y5Q/s320/IMG_5573.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted to make sure everyone knew which cucumbers were his. He even wrote his own name all by himself!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrt66q8KHD_12Dlob9oi2hgJPzzZqdgc-bLPZ09Pke-3RbKULz3wKH0RjhNCFgwlT-z8T-vkHtkqrKRQyLYGuq2EfHWBCdyNnM7kp8m-c38qJgAPther7CJiAkJRMcAyZwwW1AzUn3jvCgGRzE-M_kUQrSHuOYNR9Ithby6-XFtu57Y_4yV8zh8A/s4032/IMG_5574.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrt66q8KHD_12Dlob9oi2hgJPzzZqdgc-bLPZ09Pke-3RbKULz3wKH0RjhNCFgwlT-z8T-vkHtkqrKRQyLYGuq2EfHWBCdyNnM7kp8m-c38qJgAPther7CJiAkJRMcAyZwwW1AzUn3jvCgGRzE-M_kUQrSHuOYNR9Ithby6-XFtu57Y_4yV8zh8A/w480-h640/IMG_5574.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used my bowl cozy today just for fun. I don't usually warm my food up extra hot because I hate to wait for it to cool down again. But it looked pretty in the cozy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianAX4sxK1didUt-PdPW9q1HSvkbrBHqS6zqnN8P-fn6JzGY0BMFQRpxosfoG9jByvs0UYDZjDvzsct0P89YfPiQ7yzS9-3HaBx2J2H6QC1NCMJO1o8lYLTkexP-cxV7gPsdQzEVtrT1B2Coy1XJXbQK8GTTQgwNHMqVtgF9Kl10-sgiQcKgLb2Q/s1792/IMG_5575.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEianAX4sxK1didUt-PdPW9q1HSvkbrBHqS6zqnN8P-fn6JzGY0BMFQRpxosfoG9jByvs0UYDZjDvzsct0P89YfPiQ7yzS9-3HaBx2J2H6QC1NCMJO1o8lYLTkexP-cxV7gPsdQzEVtrT1B2Coy1XJXbQK8GTTQgwNHMqVtgF9Kl10-sgiQcKgLb2Q/w296-h640/IMG_5575.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared used a photo from several years ago when he was up in the tree lopping off some branches. That's a bit scary to see the yard from that height. Um, wow. No, not nice. Yikes! Wobbly knees, dear?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEzM3gB46fmo5D87Li_GTnWw4DwfiPrDJTSAOarL3Npgb_Nz6lHDd0bj5s4PRPYtZPejqKFFuzzkUrtaXcrVfvnCnCRl71cA_NLRervJLzsKHQ7wVxQiaN3LmsQNhJNxmpuMYylnJv0aKwuicFfmyIWBJ6v6dpOxDULnBNPN-jLeI9gtxdwU0ow/s1792/IMG_5576.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEzM3gB46fmo5D87Li_GTnWw4DwfiPrDJTSAOarL3Npgb_Nz6lHDd0bj5s4PRPYtZPejqKFFuzzkUrtaXcrVfvnCnCRl71cA_NLRervJLzsKHQ7wVxQiaN3LmsQNhJNxmpuMYylnJv0aKwuicFfmyIWBJ6v6dpOxDULnBNPN-jLeI9gtxdwU0ow/w296-h640/IMG_5576.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy played favorites again! Abishai made it to Jared's entry on the e2 e-newsletter today. There's a day old Abishai ready to go home in the winter storm! So super tiny! The topics was about urgency. And how Abishai's birth needed Jared's urgent attention but he was a bit slow. "Melinda screamed with a voice I have never heard before and have not heard since." Tis true. I don't yell or scream that loudly, so loudly my voice hurts. But it had to carry around the corner and up the stairs and extremely quickly because my water had broken and I knew that as soon as my water breaks, baby comes within minutes. I needed help getting my pants off and Jared had to catch. I was standing upright leaning against a dining room chair. Jared never really describes that part though when he tells the story. He says he caught Abishai and then calls 911. He caught him, I turn around and we lay Abishai on the floor, in the dog towel (oh so sanitary! not!) and make sure he's breathing. He's breathing, but not crying yet. We wrap him up. I get up and just stand there holding him, wrapped up tight, umbilical cord still attached to him and me. That's when Jared makes the 911 call. We had no sanitized knives. No sanitized towels. Clean towels upstairs, sure. But did we want to ruin them with cord blood? We didn't think to wonder how to tie off the cord anyway. The paramedics were there within minutes and they had a kit. Took my blood pressure. I still had a placenta to deliver. I never delivered it on my own. The doc took care of it an hour later at the hospital. Long story short, lots of steps, lots of gory details. And Abishai has never stopped moving since. But he's the favored youngest. Just the three of us sharing that special moment together as Abishai took his first breath. And that's how and why we are so bonded.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Saturday - The Accident</p><p>- Justin and Keturah could not be roused today for anything. It was after 10am and they would not be moved. I took off blankets. I threatened and then turned off access to the wifi. It irks me to no end that they do not hear my voice at all. They totally ignore it. They would get up for anybody else's voice or any other event, but not for me. It's totally unfair. I also woke up slowly and did not start my day that well. I managed to eat something and drank my tea and did my Bible study, but I was falling asleep sitting up. I had been in our bed, but I didn't set the big alarm like yesterday. It's going to take that alarm going off, my phone alarm and Jared getting up to make sure I'm upright by 8:30 to get going. And then I have to keep moving if we are going to stay on track. Then I can crash in the afternoon until I get on a new bedtime routine. I have to make it happen. I sound like a broken record, but it's true. The thing is, the kids have decent bedtimes. They don't lack sleep. They just disobey. I'm convinced of that. I keep telling them to go to bed earlier, but Keturah can't fall asleep any earlier and she doesn't consume sugar or caffeine close to bedtime. Justin could go to bed earlier, and sometimes he does on work nights. His wifi does get turned off right at 1am so that helps him. I could pull that back to midnight if he thinks he needs it. There's no shame in that. Keturah didn't have an agenda for the day, but Justin needed to finish that Chemistry final exam and work on those Richard Maybury books he neglected all summer. Plus he needed to put that fitted sheet on his bed. I wanted to keep their wifi off for the rest of the day, however, about 30 minutes after I turned it off and I had finished my coffee and Bible study, my whole Saturday was turned upside down.<br /></p><p>- Jared and Abishai woke up early today to go help the Spences cut back a tree that was close to some power lines. Abishai was so excited to spend time with Solomon, their youngest son, who is a freshman, and who has helped in Kidustrial Park. Now, I knew that helping with a tree might involve actually climbing it, but I was hoping that this time, it wouldn't. That the guys that were with Jared would encourage him not to do it or that someone else would do the climbing. However, that was not the case.</p><p>- About 11am I got a phone call from an unknown number and I'm so glad I actually picked it up! It was from Dana Spence from the down the hill. She started the conversation with, "Jared fell out of a tree but he's breathing and can move his legs. Mike already called 911." Say what?! And my first and very unsympathetic response was (internally, I didn't say this aloud), "What the heck was he doing in the tree! I have told him 100's of times I don't want him climbing the f***ing trees!" Oh yeah, I was peeved all day long. I'm still peeved. Why won't he listen to me? Why won't the kids listen to my voice and just get up? They get up for everybody else and for their other activities like church on Sunday but why not for me? So, I told Dana ok, I'll be down in a few minutes, and it's ok, we'll be fine, he'll be fine. Don't worry (as in we aren't going to sue you, he wasn't supposed to be in a tree and it's his own fault). And then I went to Justin's bed and told him to get up because Dad fell out of a tree. Well, that got him up! Like all the way up to standing! Ok, then, at least I know you can be awake in a heartbeat in a crisis. I told him to hold the fort here as I go to Spences. Keturah actually had gotten up at this point and had put on her roller blades and gone down to Spences. I don't know if she saw Dad fall or not. Abishai hadn't. He was inside or out back with Solomon. He didn't even year Dad yell. Jared said he might have cried out No or Uh Oh, but not a piercing scream. I think seeing the actual accident and hearing the crying out or scream is the worst part so I'm glad I wasn't there for that. And he wasn't screaming in pain while he was on the ground either when I got there, so that helped me to stay calm, and actually made me Mrs. Sour Pants with no bedside manner the rest of the day.</p><p>- I gathered up supplies for a long day at the hospital bag, except, I didn't bring caffeine and my own medications. Big mistake. I almost had Leah bring me these things. But I did grab snacks, a book, my earpods, my phone charger, and my cross stitch. So I did have something. But I hadn't even gone through my email or phone games yet so that's what actually kept me occupied at the hospital. So I grabbed my supplies, plus Jared's wallet, and drove the van down to Spences, parking on the street. I walked up their long driveway towards the back thinking he was back there, not knowing I walked right past the guys in the front yard. Whoops. Anyway, I finally found him lying on the ground surrounded by the other guys. He had already been prayed over by the men. These guys were from his Friday morning accountability group full of leaders. They meet at 6am every week to pray over their families and ministries and jobs. So, again, I felt like we had not much to worry about. After I briefly saw him, I went to find Abishai. Dana had left to get the boys' some McDonald's for lunch (yeah! that was a relief for me). Abishai was playing baseball with Solomon (who is like the sweetest kid ever). I told Abishai what had happened (the others didn't want to traumatize him but I tell the kids everything so they aren't surprised by it and they learn from it) and Abishai did not want to go see Daddy. And then we heard the sirens. I said, do you hear that, that's for your Daddy! Do you want to go see the fire truck and ambulance guys? And Abishai was simply having too much fun with Solomon to even care. But buddy, it's a fire truck! And backboards! And an ambulance! It's fascinating! Real world stuff! Ok, fine, that's me. I'm the one who literally watches hours of this stuff every single night. So, that's why I'm not scared of first responders and the questions they ask or the drugs they use and what not. I know it's TV, but some of it is exactly what they do in real life as well.</p><p>- Once I knew Keturah and Abishai knew what was going on and that they were going to walk home together once Dana kicked them out (gently and whenever), I went back out front of course to watch the proceedings of getting Jared put on a stretcher. He was already laying on the ground with his knees up. He could feel his toes and fingers. He wasn't breathing heavy or anything. He said yes he got his wind knocked out of him at first. I guess the story is that he had slipped when the huge limb he was trying to cut down moved the wrong way and side/back scraped along the side of the tree. He did not hit his head and he barely missed a large stump near the tree. He was about 8-10 ft high (see photo below). Side note, when discussing what hospital to go to, the paramedics and hospital staff had to chat back and forth about that distance because anything higher than I think the 8ft is considered a high trauma and has to go to one of the downtown hospitals. The hospitals we prefer like Community South is not a high trauma hospital, so even if we said we wanted to go there, they would have had to explain that we had to go downtown to Methodist or whatever because of the height. Because a fall like that could do a lot of internal damage to organs, like a rib poking into a kidney or liver, and then you become critical and they don't have the specialized doctors at Community South to handle that. But of course, we weren't aware of the paramedics and hospital having that conversation while I stood there. They did decide it was ok for us to go to Community South based on Jared's pain level, ability to still move without wincing, ability to communicate, etc. I thought that was quite interesting.</p><p>- I did find the whole procedure interesting, like how many people does it take to get one man on a backboard and then on the gurney. They did use a backboard because it was a back injury. They even used a neck collar! Just like you see in the medical shows! And all the straps. I'm just glad that Jared barely even winced. That means that adrenaline had taken over and that the actual injury wasn't that bad. (Well, there is/was a significant injury but it's just in one spot). One of the firemen that came goes to Indian Creek and he said, he actually trained some of the paramedics himself. The paramedics actually came from Beech Grove. Again, I did find this part thrilling, to be part of the "drama" if you will. I'm weird. I know. But remember, I watch these shows all the time and love it, so, to be part of it is like being an actress in a show. Of course if Jared was unconscious, I would have been more concerned and right by his side. But at this point, I was so mad at him, that I just didn't care. I was doing my duty and going through the motions. I didn't need or want to panic. I wanted to scream and was already having runaway anxiety about the next 6 months. So I was taking in other thoughts and details to distract myself. I was also staying out of the way because I know that family members always get in the way of medical personnel in these situations. I wasn't going to be one of "those" people.</p><p>- And just like that, Jared was loaded up. Within minutes, Mike Spence had gotten Dr. Cole's number from Gary and called Dr. Cole, Jared's surgeon. That's the only person Jared wanted called. Ok. Yes, I get it. Dr. Cole doesn't work weekends. And he said the hospital will call him if they think it is necessary. Jared doesn't always think through or know how the medical system works. Neither does Gary. They both try to call individual doctors on their off duty hours, especially if they are personal friends. I don't do that. If they have been friends outside of the office, I still wait for office hours or go through the right channels. I don't keep personal numbers. Or I will go with the on call doctor first. Because they are all competent. And honestly, besides sometimes getting a discount, I'm not really going to get special treatment. You won't get seen quicker. There's only so many hours of the day. These doctors have families, too. Leave them alone. Anyway, I would have left Dr. Cole alone and told Jared I would make sure the ER contacted him if it was necessary. BUT, Gary and Mike did it before I could say anything. Before we even left Mike's property. I got in the van, turned around in the driveway, and followed the Beech Grove ambulance all the way to County Line and 31 to Community South's ER, our recent favorite ER. I was cool as a cucumber walking in, like it was no big deal.</p><p>- And really, after the first rush, it wasn't a big deal. I got back there the same time Jared did (he went in the back entrance of course), and I saw the hand off from the paramedics to the ER doc who asked all the same questions. I saw the transition from backboard to bed. All the things I see on the medical drama shows. And since this wasn't our first go around in an ER, I didn't need to question anything that was going on. Jared was able to answer all the questions. He asked the nurses' names like he usually does. Thanks, dear, for flirting with the nurses in front of me. I heard from the lady paramedic how he chatted away about all the kids and what they are doing. He talked about Abishai's birth as always. I kept rolling my eyes, shaking my head, and trying to smirk/smile. It's kind of pathetic that we have a "routine" of this, that's what I kept thinking. I mean, two broken arms, and then several trips to the ER for pain because of the gallbladder 20 months ago and then 14 months ago with the back, it's just sad. He's only 43 years old. This should be our life when we are 73 or 83. Not 43 and 41. I don't like it. And like I said, I had a lot of other things to do today. So I was mad.</p><p>- After a bit, things calmed down. Jared's adrenaline wore off and then he required the pain meds. He got the usual good stuff of valium and phentenol(sp?). He had a lot of muscle spasms when the muscles finally relaxed. And then he got very, very chilled. Once the drugs kicked in, he started to sleep. Which was a good thing because I had nothing good to say to him. They took all the regular blood tests, gave him enough saline so he could pee to make sure his kidneys were working, kept him on monitors (his stats were all fine even in the ambulance), took him for a CAT scan which was all fine, and consulted with an on call ortho specialist. We were at the ER from 12:30pm to 5:30pm, so not horribly long, but long enough for me not get anything productive done during my best hours.</p><p>- After we heard from the ortho guy that it was going to take a couple of hours to take a back brace, a chair for the shower, and a walker, I decided enough was enough and I went home for 2 hrs. I wanted to get my own meds, make my own cup of coffee, and eat my own food that wasn't a granola bar. And I needed some alone time to be mad and yell at the windshield. So I did. That's why Leah didn't bring me the things I had asked for. We at first though Jared might stay overnight to control the pain, but the ortho guy said Jared has a mild compressed fracture of the L1 disc. That means that just 3 discs above where he had surgery on his lower back, his 1st disc of the lumbar spine, or lower part of his spine, is slightly compressed and it fractured a bit. Most of the time, you leave it alone. I don't know if it really heals and gets uncompressed, but maybe the fracture part heals. Surgery happens if it's more than mild. That made my mind race! So now Jared is going to be in this back brace contraption. Does this mean he can't drive? What about helping with the kids? If he goes home, how much pain will he actually be in? Last time, he was in a ton of pain and kept reaching for meds too soon. I don't want to have to nurse him around the clock. What about me? I don't have time to nurse him and catch up from what I missed today. Do I even start school on Monday? I'm just so over this! Why does Jared get all the attention? Why does he get to lay there and have all the good drugs that takes away every single ache and pain and I still sit here at a pain level of 6-7 on no drugs? His pain level right after falling was less than my daily pain. Yeah, not fair. And yes, I had a lot of yelling to do.</p><p>- So, at home, I cooked up noodles for me and some for the kids to have dinner while I went to the pharmacy for Jared's meds before they closed and then back to the hospital to pick him up. That was the other reason I left. I needed to get the pain and muscle spasm meds. In some ways, I felt like a bad wife for leaving him, but Jared actually said, very lucidly, for me to go get something to eat, go get my medication, and go pick up his medication before they close. I was totally expecting him to tell weird stories while on the IV meds, but I think it was slightly different meds this time and he wasn't as loopy. Actually, it was him that said in the beginning of the afternoon, "Well, is there anything we need to talk about or silly stories to share because I'm on the good meds and you know what means, my tongue has been loosened!" Ok, ok, yes, you've been drugged. Actually, he slept it off most of the time and even snored. He stayed flat on his back, too. I'm glad I went home. It was just what I needed to do and I'm glad I had Jared's blessing. I don't care what anyone else thought. The nurses had my number and they actually tried to call me when I was like 5 minutes away from the hospital to tell me he was ready to go. Other than that, if my husband gives me a blessing to do something, that's all that matters to me anymore. I don't need anyone else's approval. Just his. And if you don't like the fact that I need his approval, well, you don't understand how marriage and submitting to ONE ANOTHER works. Because if he really wanted me to stay, he would have said so. And if thought he was really loopy when he told me to go get something to eat, I might have just gone to get the medications and come right back. But I know my husband. When he was awake, he was very lucid this time. I knew he could make decisions on his own. He was very much fine this time. Other times, he has not been fine and I didn't leave his side. Today, I was peeved and needed to leave.</p><p>- Like I said, the hospital did call me about 5 minutes before I pulled in. Jared would have been pleased with my parking spot. It was right on the end! And I was right. He was ready to go! They had outfitted him with his back brace and the services coordinator was bringing his walker and shower chair any moment. The discharge papers were being printed as well. Jared was feeling a tad queasy though. Oh, he had taken a walk in the back brace down the hallway and back, so that was good to know. I'd say that was perfect timing. I was able to get some things done at home like feed the kids and myself and move a box out of the way so Jared wouldn't trip over it with the walker and they were able to get some things done at the hospital. And just like that we were loading everything up and driving home. We didn't talk a lot on the way home. Again, I didn't have much to say. I tried to drive carefully. Jared only groaned a few times on the bumpiest of roads. Traffic was bearable. I think we got home between 5:30 and 6.<br /></p><p>- Since I had already eaten, I was good to go for awhile. I started putting everything away and thus avoiding Jared. Well, not totally true. I made sure his medication was on the nightstand. I was clearing away the dinner dishes so I could get him something to eat but it wasn't fast enough for him so he ended up getting food for himself. He, Keturah, and Abishai did watch some Thor: Ragnarock as he was able to sit in his recliner (and he was able to sit in his chair at the kitchen table as well). Then he said a quick good night routine with Abishai. He had Keturah help him get his ice packs after they did their night reading really early. I jumped up quick to make sure he had water (tea) to take his meds in the middle of the night as need be knowing that in times past he took a lot of meds. I made sure he was in bed ok and waited until he got his ice packs situated and his sheet on. He had already taken his back brace off himself. He was disappointed when I said I was sleeping on the couch. But I didn't want to be woken up by the moaning and groaning and moving and such. Jared said he would only sleep on his stomach. Well, he didn't because I found him face up the next morning, lol. And he hadn't taken any pain killers all night, so he slept much better than he or I had expected. But anyway, he was tucked into bed, and that was that.</p><p>- I went back to my computer and tried to catch up. I was exhausted. I could hardly keep my eyes open. And then it was midnight and I got my midnight wind that carried me until 3am again. Sigh. I mean my eyes hurt a ton. But whatever. I finally made it to the couch and cried myself to sleep. I was mad at Jared for ruining my perfectly good Saturday that I had planned to use to catch up on computer work. I was mad at myself for being such a bad selfish wife with no bedside manner wishing I was somewhere else when I should have been stroking my husband's arm or something. I was weeping because of what the next 6 months could look like financially and with paperwork and doctor appointments and therapies and reduced help from Jared, which means more pain and workload for me again. I just wanted to kick and scream and because I finally stopped "work" for the day, I let it all out and finally fell asleep. I fell asleep feeling sorry for myself, because I'm a sinner who is a selfish little prick.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yb6QUk9Qz6LZupxsfHPAfzp5F2-eUG4VuyLJrAWxeXxGrbi7pgfNANSFFaO2lpnIAAyh6u7dC_Ko5yEZVXeg7UzL3HzvO7VO9j0jF6DCM7vpKm7DwWQBludFLPqZ2z9pXZawSpgKeyI70lviK6Ul-nv7wJkIvTyCnGpZNb2iNye-3zsfDvIkZQ/s4032/IMG_5577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1yb6QUk9Qz6LZupxsfHPAfzp5F2-eUG4VuyLJrAWxeXxGrbi7pgfNANSFFaO2lpnIAAyh6u7dC_Ko5yEZVXeg7UzL3HzvO7VO9j0jF6DCM7vpKm7DwWQBludFLPqZ2z9pXZawSpgKeyI70lviK6Ul-nv7wJkIvTyCnGpZNb2iNye-3zsfDvIkZQ/w300-h400/IMG_5577.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I woke up after Jared and Abishai were gone, I found this on our dining room table. It's the new book e2 is putting out! It's a proof copy, so it's not 100% perfect yet, but it's nearly there! Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49z-KSn4UwfSC3lmW4d9vUxEOcj_2sWrgC_kdm9rB5FJYxhyggKwY5XZRpcf8GDj9w89QIAPGPPrH0Qbu3wtd2P04XK7u-du8p4MtFI0Ro-WjXwFjijyHTu5doSRpLmOH6F2OO7JYQWl38RGvndK7iXmFvklc_45CFHxiIFD3Z0kI9eDY0Y-DYg/s4032/IMG_5578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49z-KSn4UwfSC3lmW4d9vUxEOcj_2sWrgC_kdm9rB5FJYxhyggKwY5XZRpcf8GDj9w89QIAPGPPrH0Qbu3wtd2P04XK7u-du8p4MtFI0Ro-WjXwFjijyHTu5doSRpLmOH6F2OO7JYQWl38RGvndK7iXmFvklc_45CFHxiIFD3Z0kI9eDY0Y-DYg/w480-h640/IMG_5578.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVrJg6nLQ5RV2VZ6xmqGnaa9xbWAjmSRBrGled6kUdUhmyfgjKfGn82aP8AJMzTMn4BSLUwQ7_lCaFhG0VIyER-l-ernKXWDjwQIn53qWNwTG7M64WiwYYfhN8xUNw3ipipJxTdRfaRVC82qA02--qnqod199DP6gNbY9Go80yNkhxhAsxDcp2Q/s4032/IMG_5579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVrJg6nLQ5RV2VZ6xmqGnaa9xbWAjmSRBrGled6kUdUhmyfgjKfGn82aP8AJMzTMn4BSLUwQ7_lCaFhG0VIyER-l-ernKXWDjwQIn53qWNwTG7M64WiwYYfhN8xUNw3ipipJxTdRfaRVC82qA02--qnqod199DP6gNbY9Go80yNkhxhAsxDcp2Q/w480-h640/IMG_5579.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tZfQClNMYwOr6p2M1Tcf5pJqn8fifIeTUea5XmroJPwpDmxqRlLS7pgDK2VuyjMZw6Q5dceLHSq2p62ZsdbEWooH98EwkbRhSB33kjXHTR9n8QUeOffbY4iRxzo2vIhBQ6tTGlRuaUGRKGalWNgjBv75AYizSPlsv4iSE-Krz_2K6QmtYv7pLg/s4032/IMG_5580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tZfQClNMYwOr6p2M1Tcf5pJqn8fifIeTUea5XmroJPwpDmxqRlLS7pgDK2VuyjMZw6Q5dceLHSq2p62ZsdbEWooH98EwkbRhSB33kjXHTR9n8QUeOffbY4iRxzo2vIhBQ6tTGlRuaUGRKGalWNgjBv75AYizSPlsv4iSE-Krz_2K6QmtYv7pLg/w480-h640/IMG_5580.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XGYu0sF8Gkd1vCLOU79Fp96QqdzT_gMm0E1cgy4rPE-QsCePWvLUYN1nG-JTKLTb79Qs8cGqTtTdRb6hN3jP0JGgvWZkVcWkfctOBxEzxunmJSSc7Vhw-63Ka81i1GLD6arW82JWP5hX9Q2sZKFtuTg_zTL3QIfk-FVr57E3oqPAmMhSBwXi_A/s4032/IMG_5581.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XGYu0sF8Gkd1vCLOU79Fp96QqdzT_gMm0E1cgy4rPE-QsCePWvLUYN1nG-JTKLTb79Qs8cGqTtTdRb6hN3jP0JGgvWZkVcWkfctOBxEzxunmJSSc7Vhw-63Ka81i1GLD6arW82JWP5hX9Q2sZKFtuTg_zTL3QIfk-FVr57E3oqPAmMhSBwXi_A/w480-h640/IMG_5581.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdI6Yo0tjhbMmuCvj5ftoXdg57Zodq37NlmOMHBWDiMrGxTJouLE6ieetxNJVpTEmzXp24FV9WRXKyDxRF_Wzb8iUI2fmZ4DEnGcBNERI1an7o8LnbT4J14yTG6SdCDiSHxORWWES0DMM5uJEyObtn_0rbO-CqBy34qSEoooRxVO7z_c6ERK5bg/s4032/IMG_5584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzdI6Yo0tjhbMmuCvj5ftoXdg57Zodq37NlmOMHBWDiMrGxTJouLE6ieetxNJVpTEmzXp24FV9WRXKyDxRF_Wzb8iUI2fmZ4DEnGcBNERI1an7o8LnbT4J14yTG6SdCDiSHxORWWES0DMM5uJEyObtn_0rbO-CqBy34qSEoooRxVO7z_c6ERK5bg/w640-h480/IMG_5584.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then I get the phone call that Jared has fallen out of a tree. But he's breathing fine and can still feel his fingers and toes. 911 has been called. Here they come! The sirens are for us! I still can't believe Abishai didn't want to be part of the excitement. I guess his friend Solomon was more fun. I enjoyed seeing the guys and gals in action, even if it was on my poor husband. I'm glad we didn't hold up the firemen too long though. The process went relatively quickly. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD1dlzT9u4SD-xaf6dvlqUylVY61IMnQZ9c1sBh-kwlatL4kjdCUa0OmuttgBTXHrKbkaxRPVZ2kddRr8aU6n31mLG7cp_GzVhX0APvG6OAZ7THMV_KysQZCLsWUo_oKNkXcW7445qP-cLSw_1nIJtnCIdc8nTBWGhaSUXXHc5S78MKLSX-PvFA/s4032/IMG_5585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiD1dlzT9u4SD-xaf6dvlqUylVY61IMnQZ9c1sBh-kwlatL4kjdCUa0OmuttgBTXHrKbkaxRPVZ2kddRr8aU6n31mLG7cp_GzVhX0APvG6OAZ7THMV_KysQZCLsWUo_oKNkXcW7445qP-cLSw_1nIJtnCIdc8nTBWGhaSUXXHc5S78MKLSX-PvFA/w640-h480/IMG_5585.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, of course I snuck a few photos. Who wouldn't?! I tried not to get too many faces or identifying aspects in the photos. That young lady right there was the one asking all the questions. She was great. She ended up being the one talking to Jared the whole time on the way to the hospital. He told her everything about the kids and about riding in cab of the ambulance when Abishai and I rode in the back when he was born. Thanks, Jared. It was a little tricky to roll Jared onto a backboard given the location but overall not too bad. Thankfully he didn't wince much. Again, it was actually kind of neat to see the actual process in real life. When you watch as much medical drama TV shows as I do, you get really used to the process. I know that the protocols are approximate and each department is slightly different but the overall idea is the same. That's why I wasn't the least bit scared of the process. I'm not sure what Jared thought. They talked him through it. I just stood away so they had room to work because it's annoying to have family get in the way and distract the patient. Plus I was very mad at him for climbing a tree.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoF30qiZkjEui5Y6A0HkW2qNEiW9P5dAfaTb8dirKO_GWeRZ3Wj8YPVyfUzdb0yAut0JiUekXkS7JZ_FdBaKmYsx9rSZblQqgqCUVf3mej1kee39C7dLeW6iIDzjhafV_1RV15bxtdSqKVA2iElnSGLUmgYCxsuKpPfyAh7VOUfQmUYyI5Iko9LQ/s4032/IMG_5586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoF30qiZkjEui5Y6A0HkW2qNEiW9P5dAfaTb8dirKO_GWeRZ3Wj8YPVyfUzdb0yAut0JiUekXkS7JZ_FdBaKmYsx9rSZblQqgqCUVf3mej1kee39C7dLeW6iIDzjhafV_1RV15bxtdSqKVA2iElnSGLUmgYCxsuKpPfyAh7VOUfQmUYyI5Iko9LQ/w480-h640/IMG_5586.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shows the distance of how much he fell. And the tree branch that fell with him/on him or whatever. He uses the pallet as a ladder by nailing it to the actual tree where he can't use a regular ladder to reach things. But that's a huge chunk of tree there. I don't know the exact story and I don't need to know. The distance to the ground wasn't as bad as some other distances he's been, thank goodness. Any higher and we would have gone to a downtown hospital because he would have been considered high trauma. He has a load of "road rash" from sliding down the trunk of the tree. Not too much visible brushing. And the scrapes aren't deep at all. It looks way worse than it is.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriFRhi5_kpkfeblRD3ho4c4JS-dCAFDV-7b2QzeLlqrQy4lxqgMv5DBuelPlgWvb3UTs3l10G0vJZ8Fjy-s2ALeukHKcooUE3LV81dECrks5En2i20zlDM8sDnsjTqJXUoT_We5Ni1uAGJFG0oK8r1WFC7I-zofyNY_gsQSMuV-8sSUkaIbR6_w/s4032/IMG_5587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiriFRhi5_kpkfeblRD3ho4c4JS-dCAFDV-7b2QzeLlqrQy4lxqgMv5DBuelPlgWvb3UTs3l10G0vJZ8Fjy-s2ALeukHKcooUE3LV81dECrks5En2i20zlDM8sDnsjTqJXUoT_We5Ni1uAGJFG0oK8r1WFC7I-zofyNY_gsQSMuV-8sSUkaIbR6_w/w480-h640/IMG_5587.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down the hill on the gurney. And because I didn't take his mother's phone call, she showed up. I can't text fast enough sometimes either. I guess I probably should have waited until I had a more of the story and then texted the family. I usually say one line at a time as I go through a crisis. Some wait until the end of a crisis to share. Not I. I want to be covered in prayer from beginning to end. Jared was covered in prayer because he was at Spences house and Mike is one of the church's elders. So they immediately prayed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYzPjeOJNMRXmjg-9p9eagFkiqh3XL6WKOW96chGTR7U3JMRhAiVKK0YSKuZ6dy6NFq3Y5V7p5HHKKjeqCYPQJViYe2vJ_Y3cQvY2kDp6X8SB-gnUZsAeoQe1oUi55QovRQLnZll2x8jRWgeWM7C8E_QdzdTkdpAfpLnNLKZJ6_Aquy8Wthz1mQ/s4032/IMG_5588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYzPjeOJNMRXmjg-9p9eagFkiqh3XL6WKOW96chGTR7U3JMRhAiVKK0YSKuZ6dy6NFq3Y5V7p5HHKKjeqCYPQJViYe2vJ_Y3cQvY2kDp6X8SB-gnUZsAeoQe1oUi55QovRQLnZll2x8jRWgeWM7C8E_QdzdTkdpAfpLnNLKZJ6_Aquy8Wthz1mQ/w400-h300/IMG_5588.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man, I think they wished everyone's stats looked that good during a crisis. Well, it's because it's careful about eating and he's been fasting 18 hrs a day for the last few months and kept his weight at 190lbs for even longer than that. He doesn't exercise though, except for some walking around the church building. That's heart rate at the top, oxygen in the middle, and blood pressure at the bottom. To go through a fall out of a tree, and being on an adrenaline high, and then to chills, and taking pain meds and muscle relaxants, he sure is relaxed and very chill. Way to go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZMDFKQc61xnpmO4NyHgqaeSy3M5LtBV0lWuJtJrdvKTNdHi3MeJIA2m_8SU2u2Wj4DjRTxTwXnWkpbNtdNMbKQ02m0oB8_77zkMpn386z0_2-YMdOe_0EJhGt2rQ1uJ4QISl3NEEE1vMoG7EsXoZdTIfUrHZrR0rwDCP_-yYINFPFpg6e_7UQw/s4032/IMG_5589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZMDFKQc61xnpmO4NyHgqaeSy3M5LtBV0lWuJtJrdvKTNdHi3MeJIA2m_8SU2u2Wj4DjRTxTwXnWkpbNtdNMbKQ02m0oB8_77zkMpn386z0_2-YMdOe_0EJhGt2rQ1uJ4QISl3NEEE1vMoG7EsXoZdTIfUrHZrR0rwDCP_-yYINFPFpg6e_7UQw/w400-h300/IMG_5589.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He spent his whole time in the ER pretty much like this this time. Just laying flat to make sure he didn't jiggle anything around until we got CAT scan results and a plan of action. He dozed off a bunch of times. Yup, boring. What's a girl to do? Play video games, check email, and finally give up and go home for a bit while she waits to pick up meds from the pharmacy. But then when I got back, he was ready to be discharged. All told, we were in the ER for less than 6 hrs. Not bad all things considered.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEadeb76V2g76JNTz1douwPfsR6f8kpsErp3nEjOBL-fiEHwrHm0WQKh-jSQ2fEqB5zY2nwO-Kak40MCmAFST9ubPawWZfe-sN3WHjpOPkBnD97GFaxGrrskKS-7bk6fQPVFUklXUQPm2-C7J-_4jzX_CuHF1igWt_efHeZ2qDWsy6OzMTV-99g/s1792/IMG_5590.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEadeb76V2g76JNTz1douwPfsR6f8kpsErp3nEjOBL-fiEHwrHm0WQKh-jSQ2fEqB5zY2nwO-Kak40MCmAFST9ubPawWZfe-sN3WHjpOPkBnD97GFaxGrrskKS-7bk6fQPVFUklXUQPm2-C7J-_4jzX_CuHF1igWt_efHeZ2qDWsy6OzMTV-99g/w296-h640/IMG_5590.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, Justin, you are actually going to help out on Tuesdays. Yes, Mom, I am. And you are going to get yourself there using the truck? Well, maybe. No, Justin, not maybe, you will be using the truck. We told you, the truck is yours to use. Dad and I need our vehicles. Last week was a practice week. This week, you have to use the truck. And it's just at Indian Creek that's a mile up the road. What can go wrong with stick shift truck between here and there? Boy, you are taking the truck. End of story.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLuMPyTTJgLSqpY2qh0BpMkKS_QV4z-ndPD32s93jZLjVQrwuNG39uRy2a2M0LAF8YDvb0NJHCSpc46gRXSMOfOOjjRhgUf9bTiiqlOPlr9ZYVVAC4H7O2QQPpqMEWuSCMRDc9GSxmow20N74Mz-GRrNdHB96S1hU4u8ih14WuwmULGiAshpaVQ/s4032/IMG_5592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVLuMPyTTJgLSqpY2qh0BpMkKS_QV4z-ndPD32s93jZLjVQrwuNG39uRy2a2M0LAF8YDvb0NJHCSpc46gRXSMOfOOjjRhgUf9bTiiqlOPlr9ZYVVAC4H7O2QQPpqMEWuSCMRDc9GSxmow20N74Mz-GRrNdHB96S1hU4u8ih14WuwmULGiAshpaVQ/w480-h640/IMG_5592.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let the bionic man and old man jokes begin. Can't believe we own a walker and shower chair now. I guess we are starting on retirement gadgets early. We do now own them outright and the insurance will be billed. Same with this very expensive back brace. It costs $1,500. Yes, no joke!!! It goes all the way the back (see other photo at the end of tomorrow's entry) and keeps the whole torso still. And Jared gets to keep that, too. So, we are going to be all set for awhile. We'll just add these things to the collection of mobile devices or help mate devices. Fun times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD55eQyfX8R29_MgxVTpzaYKT0u981KxsQBz_CxB3XMMg2-yGrS7--56dVeLPyCgWZe5V8D3hLYbIuqAjS3okzkhCHKQU4Cub3e5NTSKhphRTPhQY6VfNXFhpg-CXeeRdNa0D_uhqnvqZCHx16sU5vOQb4-iQnVzu8VCGIQbeKAGUi2r6y3Je_w/s1792/IMG_5593.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOD55eQyfX8R29_MgxVTpzaYKT0u981KxsQBz_CxB3XMMg2-yGrS7--56dVeLPyCgWZe5V8D3hLYbIuqAjS3okzkhCHKQU4Cub3e5NTSKhphRTPhQY6VfNXFhpg-CXeeRdNa0D_uhqnvqZCHx16sU5vOQb4-iQnVzu8VCGIQbeKAGUi2r6y3Je_w/w296-h640/IMG_5593.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, at least he can tweet about his injury and that he got a walker at the age of 43. I'm off the hook then for posting about it, too. Good grief. We've already been in and out of the hospital more than our kids have been combined. If we are like this when we are in our 40's, it makes me worry what our 60's and 70's are going to look like. Maybe some miracle cures will be out by then.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy_PfTjp_W3A_rOzSdlYaR7hNNhRMF4u7ti1BnlsPybJ1CJfEnJALhdbXDgRYIonwXA2ldOre2L8whKn_fudA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p>Sunday - Reconciliation</p><p>- FYI We haven't swam in the pool for about a week and I haven't check pool chemicals since about Wednesday. But that solar cover has really worked some magic! The water was still clear and the chlorine level and pH level as right on the money. Yeah! I didn't have to add any chemicals today! Woot! Woo!t! <br /></p><p>- I woke up to find my three angels all lined up in the living room with their shoes on, having eaten breakfast, waiting for Grandma to pick them up at 8:30 am for church. Say what?! Is this a miracle?! So you really can get up and pull yourselves together all on your own. Huh. And why can't this happen every single day of the week, may I ask? Oh, because Mommy doesn't matter. That's right. You have no respect for your mother. I'm just a piece of garbage to you. Thanks. Sigh. We'll see about that. I'm about to crack down on their heads so tightly they won't know what happened. I.e. they are going to be locked out of wifi for like forever and I will be taking their devices physically from them for every day they don't get up on time for me. Sigh. So off the three went with Grandma to church.</p><p>- I didn't even bother try to go to church. I just took my morning meds and went to snuggle with Jared. We snoozed until about 10:30 when I realized that whoops, I'm missing the sermon from New Pal Bible Church. Then I went out to the kitchen to eat breakfast, made coffee because I was still extremely out of it, and listen to the sermon. I had missed some great stuff about Trail Life but oh well. And all of the music of course, too. But that's fine. The sermon was a simple one by Pastor Daron because Pastor Brett was taking a week off. After service, Jared actually came out and was listening to Indian Creek's 11am service. I plugged in my earbuds and listened to other Bible reading while I finished my coffee. </p><p>- When Jared was done, I started to clean up the kitchen and put on the cabbage/rice/meat dish that Leah had made for our Sunday dinner with them but had left this morning for us thinking Jared wouldn't be up for leaving the house today. I put away the dishes and then started to rearrange a cupboard full of big glass bowls, pulling out some to put on display because they were my mom's pretty corningware. Jared noticed I was frustrated and came over and saw that I was nearly in tears. He asked me about it, and I told him I was frustrated about the cupboard, but I was frustrated about everything that happened yesterday. So we talked and a balled my eyes out and said I was sorry for being an unsympathetic wife and for being angry and distant. And he said he knows and he doesn't expect me to nurse him. He knows we don't work like that. I told him I didn't want to make a scene so that's why I just didn't want to talk yesterday. And partly why I went home because I need to yell at the windshield. He understood. He said he doesn't plan to completely disappear again or be an invalid. He knows the paperwork is a lot and financially it's stressful. He knows I'm sorry and to not worry about that. It doesn't make me a bad wife for being angry. I felt much better after that.</p><p>- Since Jared had gone through the night without waking up for a pain pill, and he had been able to sit up last night and a good portion of today before taking a nap from 4-6pm, I feel confident that this round of back problems will be different. I hate to say we know the routine, but we do. Jared knows his limits and what to watch out for. He knows how to squat down and not twist. It's just such a bummer that he was starting to be able to twist again and do more things and now he's not only back to where he started 14 months ago but worse. He's paying the natural consequences of his decision to be on a tree. And it will bother me for sometime. And it will come up again and again every time I'm stuck with a chore that I shouldn't have to be doing. Hopefully he won't have to go through surgery. But he will still need a long time for the fracture to heal and he'll never be able to do hardly anything like lifting heavy boxes because of the compression. Gary said he talked to someone who had a compressed disc since he was in his 20's and he has to just watch what he does with his back. Yeah, great, that's so encouraging. Thanks. I can't lift and now Jared can't lift even what he was lifting. We are both invalids. Just wonderful.</p><p>- Do you know how hard it is to maintain a home when you can't lift stuff? How do you find the good in that? Yeah, Gary, you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? You just keep working, working, working, helping people move, and delivering sermons and classes, standing up for hours, doing your yardwork. Do you realize how demeaning it is to both of us to ask our children to do the simplest of tasks like lift the laundry or lift a box of books? "Well, it could have been a lot worse." Yes, it could have but you don't have to live with the day to day embarrassment of a disability. You don't know one thing about the depression and anxiety it brings. You're so focused on "finding the good" that you totally ignore balancing the good with the bad. You have to acknowledge both or you're not human. Jesus still wept. Jesus still slept. Jesus still got angry. Jesus still ate. Jesus still sweat real blood. Jesus still felt physical pain. And I'm glad that Jared understands this. I want to be balanced. That's why I kept my mouth shut yesterday. There's no use trying to explain myself to others who don't understand my heart. Jared understands my heart. Jared knows my struggles. I want to be that good Christian girl I used to be. But this earthly life sucks. It's frustrating and maddening. And when you are taught and it's expected of you to be "above reproach," you learn to hide your true feelings until it's more appropriate to share them in private. That's the sign of maturity, don't you know. If I had said to Jared how mad I was when they were putting him on the backboard and then his mother showed up right then, I would have heard an earful of how selfish I was for not attending to my husband's feelings right then as dutiful wife. So, it's better to just not say anything. Stuff it down deep. Let the explosion happen later. That's what I've been taught and have done for many years until Jared and I have worked it out that at least he and I don't let it fester for long anymore. Hence, as soon as he noticed I was about to cry this morning, I was able to cry and tell him exactly how I felt without hesitation, without fear of him being mad or thinking evil of me. I knew I couldn't tell him yesterday. He needed to be cared for. He needed to focus on what others were saying. I needed to stay out of the way. I needed to make sure everything got home and the drugs were picked up and he was settled in bed last night. We needed to make it home so we could be ourselves. </p><p>- So why tell you? Because I want it on record that dealing with this crisis went a lot differently than previous crisis'. I was not at all nervous about the injury. It is what it is. As soon as Dana said he was breathing fine and could feel his whole body, I had a sense of peace that everything was fine physically. I went into crisis mode getting my ducks in a row and basically being proud that this is my usual time to shine that I can keep my cool in a crisis and not forget anything (except I forgot caffeine and my meds) and this will all be over soon. But that didn't last long because I went into mad mode as soon as things calmed down and I was bored. Then resentment started. Then new things came up like leaving him to come home to try to keep my cool and pick up meds. And then how we trust and communicate with each other better now and are different so we will come out of this one differently than we have before. I'm in a totally different place in life. And I think he is, too. </p><p>- In fact, to prove it, Jared decided to paint the trim in the small bathroom. Um, excuse me? Show off! Get out of there! Go lay down! He finally did. Justin took himself to Rock and then picked up Keturah from Crave. All I had to do was get Keturah TO Crave. Meanwhile, the rest of the day was just screentime. Benaiah did come over for a little bit to check on Jared. Then they talked shop for awhile about jobs and money and cars and Benaiah's travel. I listened for awhile while I ate dinner. I then updated Benaiah on how much his car insurance is because I didn't want him paying something so out of whack from what Justin is paying. And it did need adjusting, so that's done. After that, I moved on to start getting everybody ready for bed. That was Benaiah's signal to wrap it up. Well, once again, you only talked about yourself and your trips and didn't ask about the other kids or about your mother. Thanks. I appreciate it. I'm chopped liver, again. I'm done here. Moving on. Glad to see you, however, scoot now. I've got 3 other kids and myself to take care of.</p><p>- And, yes, 10:30pm now and I have no idea what to do about tomorrow. We could start with math and science. That's not hard. I don't have signs printed. Justin will be at work first. But, we do have everyone's science and math figured out. That would be something. I could get the signs printed out really quickly here. I don't have everything else organized. This blog isn't really done. The CD's aren't backed up either. The budget isn't fixed and the IAHE groups didn't get updated yet. Next weekend is the picnic. But perhaps the next weekend. Labor Day weekend is the following weekend. I don't know if Jared is going to stay home tomorrow or not. Of course I should have other fun things for them on their first day of school, but I don't know. No signs, no plan, no agenda. Hm,...can I pull this off? I don't know. I'd rather watch my TV show before I fall asleep. We'll see.<br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI9tQmTA4mUmDmKMbNRaMf3U_SF77p-Zygh_rty8U1DKxFs9eROoM4qJeuVGr1KLFN-YjHWQbcwDknIY-jHxORkP8fn6-YT1cncN8NLIPD8Qsg2hur9xDce55TWDcT1BLL5xCEuGZb-g9NVzO__KfWc5wweGPWNPMzhXRUBy49WsIF8ezpoPDEw/s4032/IMG_5594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNI9tQmTA4mUmDmKMbNRaMf3U_SF77p-Zygh_rty8U1DKxFs9eROoM4qJeuVGr1KLFN-YjHWQbcwDknIY-jHxORkP8fn6-YT1cncN8NLIPD8Qsg2hur9xDce55TWDcT1BLL5xCEuGZb-g9NVzO__KfWc5wweGPWNPMzhXRUBy49WsIF8ezpoPDEw/w480-h640/IMG_5594.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cap'n Happy, what do you say about all this? Be(e) happy? Keep on smiling? Ok, we will try. Cap'n Happy brought to you by Jared's imagination from college.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzh6VU-uON2SWEZ_UvQR0cieg5XZhbyQHF-fM1_8GndftHD9VFLlF-Cep0uzAnIMkMVeiZkGFot1MJ2VToqPqcwmCgYU8lySee-XFzPBhZdA2RBkx-EgpJCoXJcrEjaptpgh-Qu5Z1018YXac5AoKj1_7po5u1qWQla-HXVqmLslQ6ds9te10oQ/s4032/IMG_5595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzh6VU-uON2SWEZ_UvQR0cieg5XZhbyQHF-fM1_8GndftHD9VFLlF-Cep0uzAnIMkMVeiZkGFot1MJ2VToqPqcwmCgYU8lySee-XFzPBhZdA2RBkx-EgpJCoXJcrEjaptpgh-Qu5Z1018YXac5AoKj1_7po5u1qWQla-HXVqmLslQ6ds9te10oQ/s320/IMG_5595.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bionic spine dude showing me up and showing up by painting trim in the little bathroom. Dude, go back to bed. That doesn't need to be done right now. I think the pain medication is messing with your head! Or, you have come to your senses that doing DIY projects is a very attractive thing!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The End<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <br /></p><p>P.S. I wish my in laws and everyone else were as concerned about me and my appointments and treatments and my kids and their appointments as they are about Jared. It's always about Jared, Jared, Jared. Gary's son. It's never about Melinda and her ailments. I'm invisible. ADHD doesn't exist. Fibromyalgia patients don't need help. It's not acute, therefore it's not important. I will never heal so I just have to find a way to deal with it. Who wants to pray for chronically ill people since you never see healing? It's boring and not hopeful. </p><p>And NOW Gary is blowing right past everything and talking about Christmas vacation plans. Dude, I haven't even decided who is going camping with you in two weeks. Let me catch up. I haven't even started school yet. Go away. I'm exhausted. Wrong timing dude. Wrong timing. "But if are going to reserve something, we need to decide NOW." Oh my gosh, go away! You're on my naughty list AGAIN.<br /></p><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-16078454964266933902022-10-30T22:15:00.002-03:002022-10-30T22:16:56.089-03:00Year 7, August 15th-21st, 2022: Soft Launching School<p> Monday - </p><p>- So we soft launched school today because why not. We had a pretty open day and if I just started the clock ticking, I think I would feel better. And I did. I gave Keturah a large pile of work. I told her she had told me she was bored and she said, "I didn't say that." Ok well, you look bored then. And you asked me when we would start school, so I thought you wanted to start school. She retorted, "No, I was just curious so I would know how many free days I had left." Ok whatever, here's your pile, get started. She emerged from her room 3 hrs later hangry and frustrated that it took up so much time. Well, you are a freshman in high school. And I gave her more than I was planning to give her at first. She's fine. I think she was just a little surprised that I gave her so much. I gave her pretty much everything except Bible and History and Speech/Debate Club. I laid out Justin's Stewardship books and Physics book on his computer table so he wouldn't miss it. And he did do it before his afternoon screen time. He has to keep that up because there's no guarantee of catching up on his days off because he might be busy on his day off fixing something else. Who knows. We'll see how it all pans out.</p><p>- I did some read alouds, math and science with Abishai. He was being all floppy fish today because he suddenly couldn't write a number 5 and he had a complete and utter emotional breakdown over it. It was almost comical to watch. Snot and tears all because he couldn't write a number. Wowzers. He was feeling yucky with a head cold anyway. But he did manage to calm himself down once I walked away because I refused to let him have screen time until he finished.</p><p>- After school was done, I went out to mail my sister's very late birthday gift, get some prescriptions, and pick a FEW groceries. And I mean a FEW because we don't get paid until Saturday. Monies have been awful lately. The cash flow is gone, and our credit card balance is high and continuing to go higher despite our best efforts. I'm cutting back and postponing when I can. But I still say yes too much. Oo, see that sale? Ok, yes, I'll get that. Oo, Jared could use that gimmicky thing on FB, I might as well get that. And the kids have been good this week, I'll get them three kinds of popsicles and another pool floatie. Yeah, I need to keep pulling back. I mean I have. I'm not going to outings where I would buy specialty coffees. Or if I do, I'll get a small instead of a large. I'll drive the kids home for lunch instead of buying McDonald's. But something is way wonky with everything. Inflation, summer electric bills, gas prices. We never caught up from Christmas either. And now, with Jared's injury, we are going to have another round of medical bills. This is what has me worried and freaked out. We are getting into actual credit card debt without a potential to resolve it for the first time in over a decade. And I'm always afraid it's me that messes it up. Either I forget a bill or I overspend on these tiny luxuries. The pool and all the accessories came out of IRS funds. I'm pretty sure, even with the pool toys, we've spent less than $1500. That isn't that much. And although we haven't used it much in the last week, once we've spent this initial amount, we will buy replacement and upgrades at a much slower rate as we become familiar with it. And next year, we will use it more.</p><p>- And yes, one of the first things I thought about with Jared's injury is that he won't be able to get in the pool with Abishai. I know that I don't like to get in if it's cold or if the sun is beating down on my head. I thought about getting a sunhat that is meant for in the water, but that's another expense. I don't really want to get more discoloration on my Beech Grove hat. I suppose I could just wear one of the green hats that I designate as my pool hat. Yeah, I'll go with that. Compromise and save money and buy a sunhat next year. And I'll do my best to store the pool toys properly so they will last. I didn't find a good bin, but if Aldi still has a good laundry basket on sale, I'll grab one of those. Jared did say he will try to get in with Abishai unless the doctor tells him not to. On Sunday he was able to reassure me that he's not an invalid and that he can still play a little with Abishai, like video games and make eggy toast and help a bit.</p><p>- Speaking of Jared, he did go to work today. I wish he hadn't. I think he should stay home and work from home. But they had a deadline today with the last bit of updates with this newest book on the preaching elder. I think he needs to rest in the middle of the day so that gravity doesn't compress the disc more before it gets looked at. And I don't think he really should be driving with those meds in him either. But will he listen? No. I guess I just feel like if you are actually going to meetings or in the workplace, then people assume you are doing ok. And if you are taking time off, then you out of sight and out of mind and unavailable to do as much. And he confessed to feeling like others are always tweaking what he does anyway, so why does he need to be there for the final rundown? Ouch. I just want him to be home so I can keep an eye on him and make it up to him for a being a crummy, grumpy wife on Saturday. I want to baby him. Is that too much to ask? </p><p>- Well, Abishai didn't feel well, so he ended up not going to Tang Soo Do and therefore, he and Keturah stayed home, while Jared went to Bible study, yes, with his big back brace and his story of adventure of falling out of the tree, and Justin and I went to an info night for speech and debate club. Fun times!</p><p>- But oh wow! I'm so excited! Procla!m is the name of the Speech and Debate club and yes, it's with New Pal's youth group leader's kids, so Justin knows them. It's a small group, but the leader has been doing this for probably 20 years. It's going to be a TON of hard work for our kids, but so worth it! Lots of categories to choose from. I have to help a bit, too. Oh, and there's a class in the afternoon on speech for the young ones and Abishai can participate in that. He says no but I think he's going to absolutely ham it up! And of course our teens are going to think it's really, really, really hard but I just know by the end of the year, whatever teaching we come away with, it's going to be really helpful for life. Impromptu speaking and apologetic speaking to regular debate stuff for moot court and everything in between! And the kids that are involved now will have a variety of experiences. Some are extremely talented and some only started last year. I told Justin just to make the best of it. Put as much effort as you can into it. I realize he won't have the long term goal of getting to nationals but I also know there's a lot of potential of learning how to impromptu speak and use apologetics in everyday life. And that's what I really want him to get out of it. Articulate his faith. And both of them will learn how to speak up and carry themselves. I'm just super duper excited! And it's only $50 for the whole family! So much cheaper than a college class or even buying books! The leaders truly have a love for the craft and it's all Christian minded, too. I just knew that there was a reason the Holy Spirit was having me procrastinate on signing Justin up for anything else. I wasn't ready to do dual credit anywhere or just an ordinary speech class. I didn't like the offerings at IEW. And online wasn't ideal either. And I wasn't finding anything at a co op. And then BOOM. This came up. And not only is it super affordable, it's within our social circle with my new friends! And could open up potential NEW contacts in this area! I can NOT wait! New homeschool friends! It's going to be such a challenge to get there at 9am on a Monday morning and be there until 2:30pm. But it's going to be so WORTH it! And for all THREE kids to benefit?! Bless my heart, I'm going to die! One LAST activity together! I couldn't be any more THRILLED! What a blessing! And I hope that Keturah falls in love with it. She would be SO good at something like this. Put all those argumentative logical skills to GREAT use! It's a gift when it's used the right way. Who knows. Maybe it will open up some new avenues of thinking of careers for the both of them. Spread the feast. Try something new. God has provided the right opportunity at the right time. A highlight of my week, that's for sure. The kids don't get a choice with this one. I went to the meeting 95% sure we were joining. I left the meeting with our paperwork filled out and handed in. Done!<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZPCGB8bAp9Fp-iEDKk--f4cBq6_-DUZNTfKtrlsNtscVaNQPcA0SQdx0FKHZoiMFxz3xBYs-m0HtkGBw--9p8YOhg9Ypoqm5IaFruYNiSJpN_0CYDvKYUGj0aTQ5eRHMCOh027ivBbVzG37iI6ZaVkvIefC_3JEjcwU7a1prUydGM6_nWcw0Lw/s883/298291340_5226074904171698_5082096879979910023_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="883" data-original-width="705" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZPCGB8bAp9Fp-iEDKk--f4cBq6_-DUZNTfKtrlsNtscVaNQPcA0SQdx0FKHZoiMFxz3xBYs-m0HtkGBw--9p8YOhg9Ypoqm5IaFruYNiSJpN_0CYDvKYUGj0aTQ5eRHMCOh027ivBbVzG37iI6ZaVkvIefC_3JEjcwU7a1prUydGM6_nWcw0Lw/s320/298291340_5226074904171698_5082096879979910023_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love coffee, but I've never memorized what all the names meant. I really only know the Mocha ;-) As long as it has creamer and possibly flavor and chocolate, I'm happy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoAxe0fw9N5jcJL9ttAGRb4Gh12NKmxvcqCxGq8xsaz-78YcajQlOXjGo4TZ0VdBOQAy7UBopmEj3tPGlDPq-mB_CSH9eaOs50ha-_F4CWQSeM7xQ86vYPRk0DOGhLWNNFSC0fMutQ-BxLpbHuWshfKe534Y09ftXPW6mO-i7u1_nwcy9LKC-eg/s4032/IMG_5599.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhoAxe0fw9N5jcJL9ttAGRb4Gh12NKmxvcqCxGq8xsaz-78YcajQlOXjGo4TZ0VdBOQAy7UBopmEj3tPGlDPq-mB_CSH9eaOs50ha-_F4CWQSeM7xQ86vYPRk0DOGhLWNNFSC0fMutQ-BxLpbHuWshfKe534Y09ftXPW6mO-i7u1_nwcy9LKC-eg/s320/IMG_5599.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Transylvania Cabbage makes a great breakfast, doesn't it? At least she's eating, right? First day of school breakfast of champions!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc32DcZ-M0Lhr4kjSulDz2R-XTVj6Qkg8L4HHvW3uwudCL2nWrHTG6KWddtXEVf8at4VTIJZqAXjfcPZCwV4nusw-_WxXcLMHVvjowILHvct3_dlzDmVQOherMlj-ouiwZdk54vo6-wbXkCFGsDJ1N519vPOZqXpjqQjW3U2GcKQ4Z2RWyVwdow/s4032/IMG_5600.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZc32DcZ-M0Lhr4kjSulDz2R-XTVj6Qkg8L4HHvW3uwudCL2nWrHTG6KWddtXEVf8at4VTIJZqAXjfcPZCwV4nusw-_WxXcLMHVvjowILHvct3_dlzDmVQOherMlj-ouiwZdk54vo6-wbXkCFGsDJ1N519vPOZqXpjqQjW3U2GcKQ4Z2RWyVwdow/s320/IMG_5600.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting down to business. That is until he tried to write the number 5 and then it was all tears and snot. I had to walk away and let him work that out for himself. He finally figured it out. But I held the line and said no screen until the math page was done. Eventually, his desire to watch YouTube videos won out on his inability to write the number 5, or so he thought.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRXT9xa3HaqtVS5HUf76jixKLXNVmKiaLCA9Ugs0hpRfQ7Q4sozjlRQb-l32gIcnfTbegNUES081Wm-w5hWQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWQA5cfr-DREHyBlQ1Lp2hAfuwcUpwzKGjN7SBwwlQ6pxQMMPHI4RTeKoU5c3D30mZrv75MZEMW7Xc7lPdBMO19fb_doSmuDKIE2HMLCeJNOvXlpD6tZHlHATs7bUSqmxjhHRLTBK_taVNhIucnjKTb5wk08pWJqD2hpfZ6PG4Wkkl8ybzbs9ew/s3520/IMG_5603.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiWQA5cfr-DREHyBlQ1Lp2hAfuwcUpwzKGjN7SBwwlQ6pxQMMPHI4RTeKoU5c3D30mZrv75MZEMW7Xc7lPdBMO19fb_doSmuDKIE2HMLCeJNOvXlpD6tZHlHATs7bUSqmxjhHRLTBK_taVNhIucnjKTb5wk08pWJqD2hpfZ6PG4Wkkl8ybzbs9ew/s320/IMG_5603.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little man, why do you have your duckie blankie out? Because I like it, Mom. He is rubbing the edge of it between his thumb and index finger like he does most nights to fall asleep. It's a coping mechanism. None of the other kids did that. I know it's a tactile thing. I'm a fiddler myself. The duckie blankie is his baby blanket that we actually already replaced once. It really is supposed to stay in his bed. I'm just not sure why it's out again. Why is he needing comfort? He's so big now with all his swimming, his humongous progress in reading, his social skills, overnight camp, just being in 2nd grade. Why is he reverting back to his blankie? There's nothing super difficult going on? Jared and I aren't fighting. Jared hurt his back but he went to work today. I'm not sure. He's also hugging Dinosuary as well. If Abishai was in public school or he had friends from there, they would call him a big baby. I think it's perfect. If it helps him feel comfortable and comforted, then so be it. Don't grow up too fast, kid.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlM1xgh-7LGMoVoURPFZt8GfA1t5GlfHuEbDyrE9pF8SfvQrmGyFFZ5IFaoTcS1LPpMDnVtlnUXm2IDEHmq1K08IKJMEJ5TrmyRhFcMsT2HP2_5X9-koJbcT7flHQm-fUaDeNHr1QCAgjKdBdBjlWJdTZ75ZHMV-TPPNDqVAFdH12k1WT6o5UQw/s4032/IMG_5605.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMlM1xgh-7LGMoVoURPFZt8GfA1t5GlfHuEbDyrE9pF8SfvQrmGyFFZ5IFaoTcS1LPpMDnVtlnUXm2IDEHmq1K08IKJMEJ5TrmyRhFcMsT2HP2_5X9-koJbcT7flHQm-fUaDeNHr1QCAgjKdBdBjlWJdTZ75ZHMV-TPPNDqVAFdH12k1WT6o5UQw/s320/IMG_5605.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When you are low on food, you improvise. B-L-T with no bread. Extremely messy, but it made the food stretch.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKXHEZSzEq2LjE1id8TohxLAwe0zNrv3pky931HwmePFic7WHzGcyh6h1CgdUrOz9S8K_dwiGirCRr45KIJMtQsimLZvNSTzjEC-aYhP0emaEGdJyU-8keTb981az3ZnLPfbCtKW-pVvMT4zyvajCNQa08zDyzAN486HnNb1kVTuziY5bLsEP_A/s421/IMG_5606.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="421" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEKXHEZSzEq2LjE1id8TohxLAwe0zNrv3pky931HwmePFic7WHzGcyh6h1CgdUrOz9S8K_dwiGirCRr45KIJMtQsimLZvNSTzjEC-aYhP0emaEGdJyU-8keTb981az3ZnLPfbCtKW-pVvMT4zyvajCNQa08zDyzAN486HnNb1kVTuziY5bLsEP_A/s320/IMG_5606.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Jared sits down with his back brace on, he reminds me of this Doctor Who guy, lol. Benaiah's high school teased him about looking like this character, but now the huge brace is making it worse. Or he looks like a drummer from band camp or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- We had a bit of an upside down day because I needed to take a shower and then I had a doctor's appointment at 1pm, but we hit all the points we needed to by the end of it. Abishai did his math test while I was in the shower and I just answered a few questions at the end. Actually, he did half of one test and then turned two pages instead of one and ended up doing the back of another test. Good thing it was just review materials! Whoops! Keturah got up at a decent time and tackled her work ok. She has come down with Abishai's cold we think. Justin was up and out the door to work on time as well. I also got up and tried my best to stay awake and moving, but it was still very difficult.</p><p>- I started with breakfast and Bible study, then my shower and then didn't have time for lunch. Doctor's appointment and then home. Abishai went outside for a quick swim where we thought we would try me reading to him. Well, even with him just floating and me sitting in a chair, he couldn't hear me. Oh well. That's fine. We knew he wasn't going to stay long because it was pleasant out, so it wasn't terribly hot and the pool wasn't terribly warm. I just let him play and I tried to catch up on my phone stuff. By then he was done and we went inside for him to dry off. He warmed up while I did the read aloud and Science lesson with him. Then I made dinner.</p><p>- I made dinner, which was meatballs with a sweet sauce. I undercooked the potatoes for mashed potatoes this time, so I had to put them back on the stove after I had drained the water and already added the sour cream. I did save them though! I added some water and let them carefully boil while I watched them and stirred them so the sour cream wouldn't scald. And amazingly, I didn't burn them! Yippee! By the time they were done, everyone was long gone from the table though. The meatballs were devoured though, and most took cucumbers and cooked zucchini. Then I cleaned up dinner.</p><p>- After that, I put pool chemicals in, filled up the window washer fluid in my car (yes, I do have some low key car mechanic skills), put the laundry away and finished making the bed (Jared had done the fitted sheet earlier when he came home early to put ice on his back), vacuumed the boys' room from dust from one of the rugs, laid down on my bed for 1/2 hr to rest my back, corrected everyone's math, made sure the dishwasher ran, got my diffuser running in Keturah's room to help her cough that won't go away again, got a tiny piece of wood out of Abishai's eye that fell when he put his feet up on his bed, and finally sat down at my computer 3 hrs later. I think I made up for the lack of being a good wife on Saturday. </p><p>- But I'll never fully catch up unless I do a ton over Labor Day weekend. The blog is a mess, the picture cds are a mess, I have IAHE stuff to do, I'm behind on house projects, too. I don't know when I'll squeeze in other portions of school work, plus speech and debate class. I'm exhausted already. And I have no free time at all. I just don't know. Then there's extended family demands, too. And health concerns and appointments. I need rest and sleep, but I don't know when and how I'll get it. I need time away from people, but that's nearly impossible because I'm losing touch with the few friends I have. It's hard.</p><p>- And it's very hard to watch your husband suffer and not speak up for himself. He's been going to work the past two days. He should not be going to work. He should be home resting and icing his back. They got the current project done and sent on Monday. I encouraged him to come home early today and he did. I don't think I heard the ER doc give a specific "don't go to work" recommendation but I think Jared is trying to prove himself useful still. He doesn't need to. He should be off work this week until we see the specialist. He think just because he can still sit in a chair with a brace on that he should. He should still get up and move around, yes, but not in his regular environment where they won't understand to give him a break. If he stays home, they will leave him alone. Out of sight, out of mind. Sitting upright all day has to be putting some pressure on the disc, too, and on the compression fracture. Laying down should relieve some of that tension. At least it does for me like after I did 3 hrs of work on my feet tonight. I hurt a million when I laid down on my bed for 30 minutes. Bad posture, lack of ab and back muscles, leaning over to do this or that, and my lower back was in the wrong position stressed out. It needed to stop working against gravity and stretch out. So does Jared's. If he was home, he could take more breaks. And then he wouldn't have been in a stupid social media post today. They took a group photo with a donation check to show their appreciation. And poor Jared was the only one not smiling and he is wearing his harness. He was only wearing a green t-shirt today. That's not a great signal you want to send out to your constituents. And when Jared tried to object, they still made him be part of the photo. You'll see how uncomfortable he looked. I wasn't happy about it. It's time to come home and rest. You fell out of a tree, sweetheart. You should be resting until you see orthopedics, not still trying to work. I think your projects can wait a few days. That's what computers are for. But, it's his job, his body, what can a wife say? Maybe it's me that needs more rest. Let's move on to that rest, shall we?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL44FOEitqcL_-TuipsBakuUkmi9X057tOstaqbGZyyoUzUZzlk6NKGfc7VxNIaf5foO-r7A8Os9oZg1WFxJkS54JYXVAbmEkLscGpUXlUU_lzr9vLgcWDuqEn-FNK2sn1W5BPYwipVD0Z3KcUT_F6sMBZjDie5XtHhNYVfe0T5EXxJv0SLPyMDA/s4032/IMG_5608.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL44FOEitqcL_-TuipsBakuUkmi9X057tOstaqbGZyyoUzUZzlk6NKGfc7VxNIaf5foO-r7A8Os9oZg1WFxJkS54JYXVAbmEkLscGpUXlUU_lzr9vLgcWDuqEn-FNK2sn1W5BPYwipVD0Z3KcUT_F6sMBZjDie5XtHhNYVfe0T5EXxJv0SLPyMDA/s320/IMG_5608.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai, the helper, as always, putting away Daddy's ice packs for him in the morning.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcKlNHPuNYDwV_4rkDXiDFxSwNNfhEYWWIMI1s097eU0b2RS-hwPVXRE1K3lJPafs8pNZa6HlyP0TQw4dnzRtbhHkiH8in9Go6c7cNT8pIOJn2f4_b201ZxSFMXSOM2BwX5bJQo8T9qWUpYgFp4Dr_ixibWy_K63DzXp1EPfbtILIj9BWM_isJg/s4032/IMG_5609.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcKlNHPuNYDwV_4rkDXiDFxSwNNfhEYWWIMI1s097eU0b2RS-hwPVXRE1K3lJPafs8pNZa6HlyP0TQw4dnzRtbhHkiH8in9Go6c7cNT8pIOJn2f4_b201ZxSFMXSOM2BwX5bJQo8T9qWUpYgFp4Dr_ixibWy_K63DzXp1EPfbtILIj9BWM_isJg/w480-h640/IMG_5609.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">OOOO, I was curious how closely the Greeks were to when Nehemiah lived and they were contemporaries! Cool! So that means while Nehemiah was leading the people of Israel back to worshiping God and Old Testament law after they rebuilt the walls of Jerusalem, the Greeks were becoming famous in the Mediterranean area. See, you can NOT study the Bible without know the history and you can NOT study ancient history without studying the Bible. They go together!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwICCHczCpqh6Gnvd3YstTpTXaSU4By5Z-ElvZV1WYNXIzAu5oeX4v7enZzjK2CPiukzpleayFmVkBTVKCTjT6XoAf7yNZC-NpaqtciLMIxXQedgHTES-mMUdTT5GXIkMergteiSR65jl2UERmDGDmLQOna2nsChTwhtziOZhuDjs_eIikdBp4nA/s4032/IMG_5610.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwICCHczCpqh6Gnvd3YstTpTXaSU4By5Z-ElvZV1WYNXIzAu5oeX4v7enZzjK2CPiukzpleayFmVkBTVKCTjT6XoAf7yNZC-NpaqtciLMIxXQedgHTES-mMUdTT5GXIkMergteiSR65jl2UERmDGDmLQOna2nsChTwhtziOZhuDjs_eIikdBp4nA/s320/IMG_5610.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the book that the fold out timeline comes from. Jared got it freshman year in college. Best timeline of the Bible ever! Well, for studying the kings and prophets.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLBAMwQ-z_UApJguSneC7mtMonIKMMGcpQguGDeVCB32SqgKIh31PuBJo4iNjJeOXH-E5oP8e7a9taa0ISi-N4l6ZjrFeBBt1D6ltMzwju5L-gzXMXU4AIrFIqbggsKa7YFeXVwTOn0JQb3-WhLsWe83-NK6tJPfPBSF3SYttyG4rxiw4nUCQGA/s4032/IMG_5612.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpLBAMwQ-z_UApJguSneC7mtMonIKMMGcpQguGDeVCB32SqgKIh31PuBJo4iNjJeOXH-E5oP8e7a9taa0ISi-N4l6ZjrFeBBt1D6ltMzwju5L-gzXMXU4AIrFIqbggsKa7YFeXVwTOn0JQb3-WhLsWe83-NK6tJPfPBSF3SYttyG4rxiw4nUCQGA/w480-h640/IMG_5612.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks to losing weight, my blood pressure issue went down and I went off my blood pressure med. This is my reading today without the med. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfW2S8UgJq8jUyO2FYy7AUQt_zXclYwiVWRDrrAg7d33pQTJItaQynKoBdWbBZyp3xGFAQlp20N0V-i3Al3vRY2EKodOV4zNNM2Lqg5pg1AEst1a_cdDLOmPIQSwZCPdgZIGJYI9kSiZdXzWh2_5oLstRMyzEN5FnGFaI7F66w6si1z1xS_q2kA/s1440/IMG_5613.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfW2S8UgJq8jUyO2FYy7AUQt_zXclYwiVWRDrrAg7d33pQTJItaQynKoBdWbBZyp3xGFAQlp20N0V-i3Al3vRY2EKodOV4zNNM2Lqg5pg1AEst1a_cdDLOmPIQSwZCPdgZIGJYI9kSiZdXzWh2_5oLstRMyzEN5FnGFaI7F66w6si1z1xS_q2kA/w640-h480/IMG_5613.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great partnership I'm sure. I just wish my husband didn't look so sad in the background. He's not even smiling. And how do you explain the whole harness get up to your constituents? I found this photo on e2's Facebook page. Poor guy. I just want him to stay home so I can take care of him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyBt-YIz02HNMV73Q57wP7hag9Et41bs8D45crs37dWgcGWJ-hge2qEdNA1v2Ant1a7GjY2UcLhiq7GnhjfrA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYUVf0ZRRd6ihPr2rByrgP5QzMgiV1F4_6jd__5Y7Eev8X9EL48meSXbyZdjeOjjCbQfVykDRzCtdRzfA1jD_nbWXsmOClGV90Q6KHdnsm9ES_qPJjgkKXmMIQ4BCOr-6xEGzDVisbKeiCPmvOX0WPTqIwvypzX43cU0kk94hj06qT1KIQTeu1A/s4032/IMG_5614.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCYUVf0ZRRd6ihPr2rByrgP5QzMgiV1F4_6jd__5Y7Eev8X9EL48meSXbyZdjeOjjCbQfVykDRzCtdRzfA1jD_nbWXsmOClGV90Q6KHdnsm9ES_qPJjgkKXmMIQ4BCOr-6xEGzDVisbKeiCPmvOX0WPTqIwvypzX43cU0kk94hj06qT1KIQTeu1A/s320/IMG_5614.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time in the pool in like 10 days. It was a bit chilly and we had a lot of floaties but that doesn't bother Abishai. The intake valves were pretty stuck with stuff, too. I took those off and of course that debris went flying everywhere just to be sucked up again. I'll have to get in there with Keturah and have her hold the plug so I can vacuum somehow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwF9QB0Zb0-Z3Lf_2qMNGhByaNWRuU0-fU2ZTWy2cycJuPSk44R4DOjmZiAIKj-aEhfHN-6-rDSOlCGRGSaFQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjb7ojILPFV_wUJ7AYWCet2stHFeMlP9i9iE8j_hQ4ahwZcA9OOj42h8Omgu_W1o-ZgHLnyEmCcRV7A2HTmKooA8Gru3RNM_BN6WdDoJtMkR-ZdV-cd0fIllmnLezSITwETEPWwt8dS4tUuX0jAzvizdKBlJVca_F0afb4fw9z6yZ_Xs690vApw/s3520/IMG_5615.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjb7ojILPFV_wUJ7AYWCet2stHFeMlP9i9iE8j_hQ4ahwZcA9OOj42h8Omgu_W1o-ZgHLnyEmCcRV7A2HTmKooA8Gru3RNM_BN6WdDoJtMkR-ZdV-cd0fIllmnLezSITwETEPWwt8dS4tUuX0jAzvizdKBlJVca_F0afb4fw9z6yZ_Xs690vApw/w225-h400/IMG_5615.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for PE class! Physical Education, 30 minutes, check!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF4Qm1AIJap3cGmRXlpdVkHgiOSBhugDoTHSq7Sk6Y8qfmRtYgqtDmnISd3J4lFkE2lYQFWEsPk3xxiRj6_UjZjBxWO6y3Amkf4aNC9kL7p6KlC1uJ40mDKtfxsFq1oASLTSEtdzAdxScJ8hldJTZN_MTTfi_WMzYoa0y9FNgk5PVu4NMAYDjPw/s4032/IMG_5617.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcF4Qm1AIJap3cGmRXlpdVkHgiOSBhugDoTHSq7Sk6Y8qfmRtYgqtDmnISd3J4lFkE2lYQFWEsPk3xxiRj6_UjZjBxWO6y3Amkf4aNC9kL7p6KlC1uJ40mDKtfxsFq1oASLTSEtdzAdxScJ8hldJTZN_MTTfi_WMzYoa0y9FNgk5PVu4NMAYDjPw/w300-h400/IMG_5617.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsoUxkFhNRESUUOfguk5czjRhIyIQX5LpPUFiDWwGDeFOCpnVzdaJ3vhMQ56lHRNFK9l5YR2VG1C8Psyp22qxaF9WdEjzPYs9BfeC9mSokYCTisALuxYCWIIdev2gLno_m1x_vE1AsvJ5zHtv4d0kdCxhe8pEjMKwBu1IH-k2O4GJDgz37BqzfQ/s4032/IMG_5618.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsoUxkFhNRESUUOfguk5czjRhIyIQX5LpPUFiDWwGDeFOCpnVzdaJ3vhMQ56lHRNFK9l5YR2VG1C8Psyp22qxaF9WdEjzPYs9BfeC9mSokYCTisALuxYCWIIdev2gLno_m1x_vE1AsvJ5zHtv4d0kdCxhe8pEjMKwBu1IH-k2O4GJDgz37BqzfQ/s320/IMG_5618.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, we tried to do school outside, but it was still difficult to hear, so we gave up. He didn't swim for that long so we opted to just read inside when he was warming up. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSyD04JfsWLGyt7tOwcptzcT4sQdCpMxEOD0F-DELtNp8c2qa56OYPXFWRPHYwb-8S421lI6auE1q21H5taqtS4jmSNXCxmcwaiyodvvmoilFFGnXfJEiZetjrT9wgUMcguRyoG5wdbaRXkzMt7vylqE2mBM6cSAthbOYzne3lEa69NeETIFD4A/s1792/IMG_5619.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSyD04JfsWLGyt7tOwcptzcT4sQdCpMxEOD0F-DELtNp8c2qa56OYPXFWRPHYwb-8S421lI6auE1q21H5taqtS4jmSNXCxmcwaiyodvvmoilFFGnXfJEiZetjrT9wgUMcguRyoG5wdbaRXkzMt7vylqE2mBM6cSAthbOYzne3lEa69NeETIFD4A/w296-h640/IMG_5619.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dunkin Donuts!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmKN1bdpdy8COEkYe8Ik4KnOF6t-VuhQ5zgbxDcoGYz4y4rviVaJxTclS_zhEDcbXMHEhoCj7gOMqEPhVZslCgnhjngKIHUmvkMrzUVJU9GmqDzp04-UlOzaRdYtv3r35Am8ps61w2mULicHFZGEi2hBTwQ-11c1jTcLbEOn43U3-zFHaHVaTlQ/s1792/IMG_5620.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmKN1bdpdy8COEkYe8Ik4KnOF6t-VuhQ5zgbxDcoGYz4y4rviVaJxTclS_zhEDcbXMHEhoCj7gOMqEPhVZslCgnhjngKIHUmvkMrzUVJU9GmqDzp04-UlOzaRdYtv3r35Am8ps61w2mULicHFZGEi2hBTwQ-11c1jTcLbEOn43U3-zFHaHVaTlQ/w296-h640/IMG_5620.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today was National Rum Day! I bet Jared likes that one! He said he wouldn't drink any alcohol while he was on the narcotics though. Wise choice.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TTFkkRTiqpWz0COgBbUV6bvdIK9CFFJQ2gg3X0bguanVhl1atf5fh4BkCLbsg0dYMKsd39JNUDPEYS_aV15Re1aI9jUyE8WPC1BFNrdcN5KqL1nSJFBC2wFvV_HzyEQQl7_cMPfHUSDyidFfhdJHQbV2qrp-9E1HtEH_TAHqnT_B2Bx9OO5Jow/s1792/IMG_5621.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TTFkkRTiqpWz0COgBbUV6bvdIK9CFFJQ2gg3X0bguanVhl1atf5fh4BkCLbsg0dYMKsd39JNUDPEYS_aV15Re1aI9jUyE8WPC1BFNrdcN5KqL1nSJFBC2wFvV_HzyEQQl7_cMPfHUSDyidFfhdJHQbV2qrp-9E1HtEH_TAHqnT_B2Bx9OO5Jow/w296-h640/IMG_5621.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooo, I like the Non-profit day and Massachusetts Day, those sound good!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- Last night was rough. I finally let myself fully grieve. It's not ok. It's not ok my husband climbed a tree and fell out of it. It's not ok that I had all those selfish thoughts all day. It IS ok that I did my best not to yell at him and show it during the ER visit and that I apologized to him the next day and that he forgave me. It's not ok that he thinks he has to show up at work this week. It is not ok that he forced into a photo to show of a donation check for e2 with his back brace and not being able to smile because he's loopy on heavy duty pain meds. It's not ok that my husband feels like his work is never good enough for his boss and the boss' secretary and that he feels he can't bring up his feelings with them because they won't listen. It's not ok that we have to face yet another health crisis. It's not ok that our finances are in the worst shape they've been in in over a decade and that our credit card debt is consistently going up and I don't know where or how to stop it and now we are going to have medical bills again. It's not ok that we can't travel like my friends who are 25 and 71. It's not ok that in the same evening my father in law stops by to see how his son is doing and it's obvious that he's in pain and then he dares to ask where and when we are traveling for Christmas via text, thinking that everything is going to be just fine and dandy by then, that someone just "lives with it" because someone else in his social circle does and that this new back problem won't affect long distance or even short distance traveling for us. It's not ok to just think about the good things without acknowledging the bad things and grieving the loss of health and ability to function like other 40 yr olds we associate with. We are stuck. Stuck in the loss of ability to earn an income. Stuck in the ability to go enjoy life. I'm currently stuck in my house because I'm allergic to the sun. He's stuck in the house because of medication that makes him sleepy and he has to wear a back brace.</p><p>- Does any of this seem fair to you? It doesn't? Ok, good. It doesn't seem fair to me either. It's all of Satan's doing, of course. And there are moments of good, i.e. things could be worse, and of course I've thought of them all already. But by shoving the moments of sadness, grief, and bad down or to the side or away, you're only causing more stress to your physical body and it will come out in different ways. For me, for example, it upsets my hormone balance and causes me to cycle incorrectly. I am on migraine prevention and I've gotten several migraines lately. My inflammation is high. My skin is breaking out and I haven't even been in the sun. I don't eat properly. I spend too much time on TV shows at night trying to forget the stress and then I don't sleep and then I'm exhausted and more stressed. So, I'm stressed out. And no one can tell me I'm only to see the good in a situation or to push me to see the good without balancing it with the grief I feel. Balance is what we need in every crisis. David wept for his dying son. Jesus wept. Jeremiah the prophet was called the weeping prophet. David also cried out to God and praised God both in the same Psalm in most of the Psalms he wrote. The Holy Spirit is grieved. It is true that Paul says to have joy in all circumstances, but that does NOT mean we are also to eliminate the grief in those same circumstances. I believe it's a both/and. You can see God work in any of your circumstances, but there is a time to grieve and be upset and frustrated as well. And it doesn't make you a bad Christian. In fact, I think there are plenty of Bible verses and examples of God's people crying out to God. We are called to cry out to Him. </p><p>- And so, I wept, and I wept, and I wept. "It's NOT ok, God, this is NOT ok. I'm NOT ok with going through this AGAIN. How are we supposed to be good stewards of your money if you keep hitting us with these crisis? You know we think about our expenditures. You know we save on items when and where we can. You know we give generously. And yet, you hit us with expensive after expense after expense and we can never seem to get ahead like all the rest of your good little Christian families do. We don't live like the Brakes, or J2, or Mahurins, or Smith. We are poor. Dirt poor still. Racking up debt like it's no tomorrow. And I don't want my Nana's money to pay it off. I don't want the Indiana tax refund it pay it off. I don't want an IRS refund to pay it off. I want us to earn enough money to pay it off. I want to rein in our spending and make wise decisions. I want to balance our budget. I want to live within what you've given us for income. But we can't, Lord, we can't. What did I do?" I have screwed something up and have become like my parents and their financial situation and will have nothing to leave our children. Not even living paycheck to paycheck right now. God will provide a way to pay medical debt. And the credit card debt. He always does. But I want to be better than that. I want to get ahead and anticipate it. I want to have savings set aside to absorb it and not be in the red the instant the crisis hits. I want to be good steward of any extra money that comes in. I want to do better. I can't do that if God's always throwing this crap our way. Inflation in January and now another high deductible we have to meet this year.</p><p>- No one expects to be in ill health in their 40's. What we are suffering from doesn't happen until your in your 60's. Our working years are wasted. Our family years are wasted. What are we going to be like when we are grandparents? Invalids? Not able to take our grandchildren anywhere? I get ahead of myself, and yet, I want to do all that I can now to make it past age 60. That is my only health goal. To be healthier than my mom and live as long as my Koski grandmother was 88 when she passed away and I believe my Howell grandmother also lived into her 80's. I can still homeschool my grandchildren, but I won't be able to go on field trips if I get any worse. </p><p>- So, I started the day with that on my mind. I couldn't dwell on it though because I had Bible study to get to. I was extremely tired and nearly fell asleep during Bible study. But I did my best. I wanted to weep though on the way home because just the little snippets of conversation I overheard and that I had myself were enough to remind me again that I am in the right place at the right time, being filled once again with God's word and surrounded by the most lovely Christian women who are hungry to focus on God's word and not the latest gossip or whining about their marriages. Humble women. Women that know and understand God's word and yet, hunger for even more, which makes me want to follow them like a lost puppy dog. Teach me! Feed me! So I can teach and feed others. I found my people and they make me feel happy and at peace and they know my name and they CARE for me. Amen.</p><p>- The rest of today consisted of touching based with the kids on their schoolwork, so going over yesterday's math with Keturah (she is needing review on adding and subtracting positive and negative numbers), reading with Abishai, and checking math with Justin. Kya came over for the afternoon and evening. Justin skipped small group because of Kya and because he got Abisahi/Keturah's head cold/allergies. It's been awhile since all three kids came down with the same symptoms within 48 hrs of each other, so yes, probably a head cold. Runny nose and cough (mostly loose), no fever. Fun times. Abishai skipped Tang Soo again because of his cold but also because he said he was tired of being out of the house. Um, ok. You haven't been anywhere since Sunday. You were out on Saturday morning and Sunday morning. You didn't have Mommy or Daddy on Saturday, but you did have them on Sunday afternoon/evening, a good portion of the day M/T/W. I was out for a couple of hrs each day. What gives? He also played "I'm a clingon" all day today with me. Dude. Personal space! I can't type on my phone if you're hanging on my typing arm! Actually, his word is "Attach!" Like a piece of velcro attaches to you. It's very cute, actually, and I welcome it the best I can. By 5pm though, I'm like "Enough!" and I do yell it at him. Poor guy. I need space to finish that one last thing before Jared walks in the door. Plus the other kids haven't done chores and supper isn't made and I'm out of touch points. Go touch the dog or the door knob or the grass blade or the 1,000's of stuffies you have. I'm done, dude. Done! Personal space! I'm trying to read and type here! Because it's now 9:30pm and I have no brain space to finish any blog post.</p><p>- Exactly my point. I keep trying to start the new week and then don't finish. So far so good this week, but I have no idea how I'm going to finish up the last 4 weeks except for over Labor Day when the others are gone. Uh, which reminds me, Justin should ask his boss off for those days. Eek! There's always some loose end I'm forgetting! Come on, guys, why I am still so responsible for everyone's little details like this?! It's your turn to be responsible for it! It's your job! And Justin has to still get up in the morning and call in sick if that's his plan for tomorrow. Sigh. Whatever, man.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBegKxiOE2WDW_G1rzwn4ZUxOWRPb__jVkPB1GYcgatSueuJsgpcf3KffN6g4txMDflboOj8xmz3oKWP1nlkZI8zpzXzgaYZkof5ptL6RrSBGdur882az6TLsqjzmFxcCQAuj_ubGtVAB2EBRncHFs3Etr-4arBqI8pXeYiCpAvcOmOLZDZeOx8A/s600/298563913_1414240469054890_8898130919325494436_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="505" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBegKxiOE2WDW_G1rzwn4ZUxOWRPb__jVkPB1GYcgatSueuJsgpcf3KffN6g4txMDflboOj8xmz3oKWP1nlkZI8zpzXzgaYZkof5ptL6RrSBGdur882az6TLsqjzmFxcCQAuj_ubGtVAB2EBRncHFs3Etr-4arBqI8pXeYiCpAvcOmOLZDZeOx8A/s320/298563913_1414240469054890_8898130919325494436_n.jpg" width="269" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought of Justin, but it's pretty true of all of us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfmoSbXgQRztrUSKeRfZ6BfdzrvXF0V2O19_PxmQubUvmriG0eF4_rGfvo6DuBZuOOG9MeAaaa65Cw-SIxJHUEahG3r5mRpax_3R39_uy_goEvFbiE9bGAsFJ_Pu4QL0hv_twITkGCmkrgC3YU531fvhMOV3BzPAwfw9KQve5CvUfMBe0wgzo2A/s4032/IMG_5622.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfmoSbXgQRztrUSKeRfZ6BfdzrvXF0V2O19_PxmQubUvmriG0eF4_rGfvo6DuBZuOOG9MeAaaa65Cw-SIxJHUEahG3r5mRpax_3R39_uy_goEvFbiE9bGAsFJ_Pu4QL0hv_twITkGCmkrgC3YU531fvhMOV3BzPAwfw9KQve5CvUfMBe0wgzo2A/s320/IMG_5622.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mini man's, aka Abishai's lunch. That's a PB sandwich with no jelly. He put the mustard on himself, yes, he LOVES mustard. He's definitely a carb lover! And he uses ALL the carbs, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9eIxbbKoEXInmCsjYKW_ke1JKXylWVvHn-8A69mhPtaPVgFI4PI_osM2vI4Oy_Kw_8-InrghnLMhjyec3omqW3Jz0u8potNvdFvQJ28HL3QmaiNZWXexNOQ_PflkwDsoGr3t8l2IeTxvKGaxmcLt4FxhtEAea2jrwsVfx2ZYqkgu6BcoD6HvsQ/s4032/IMG_5623.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk9eIxbbKoEXInmCsjYKW_ke1JKXylWVvHn-8A69mhPtaPVgFI4PI_osM2vI4Oy_Kw_8-InrghnLMhjyec3omqW3Jz0u8potNvdFvQJ28HL3QmaiNZWXexNOQ_PflkwDsoGr3t8l2IeTxvKGaxmcLt4FxhtEAea2jrwsVfx2ZYqkgu6BcoD6HvsQ/s320/IMG_5623.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And that's how you do lunch when you're homeschooled. Except they both left a mess in the sink so I had to call them BOTH back to the kitchen. I had JUST left the sink and dishdrainer clean and empty not 5 minutes later. I'm talking ramon noodles everywhere and a clogged sink. Yuck!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvcbno7lN_sc-YIDTpgA5MC-u4EaE1WbJwSvJQe64V5XIJprASLsZ3GPhs4K75JCRs-tvzr25IO2zxUEMXVldvj3zfwNFfPhnXN6RkNWGlM9cD6g6pYZGJeeb-2onlXFWvBQHmCD7tofoAm919BcCHUy2_poGdylxlY3PmESLWiCDcmwhfi1QmA/s1792/IMG_5624.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvcbno7lN_sc-YIDTpgA5MC-u4EaE1WbJwSvJQe64V5XIJprASLsZ3GPhs4K75JCRs-tvzr25IO2zxUEMXVldvj3zfwNFfPhnXN6RkNWGlM9cD6g6pYZGJeeb-2onlXFWvBQHmCD7tofoAm919BcCHUy2_poGdylxlY3PmESLWiCDcmwhfi1QmA/w296-h640/IMG_5624.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of yuck, this is abhorent! My friend posted this. Brownsburg is a town in Indiana, not far from Indianapolis. And so for my friends who like to argue with me about it never coming to us in the Bible belt, it's here, in full force, small town, big town, it doesn't matter. It makes me sad when I have to argue with people that used to be close to me and I used to look up to and that I still have to interact with because of other situations. And we have to do via social media because they insist on saying things like "I don't see where in the Bible it says that homeschooling is the best option to educate your children." And then I post a photo of a book entitled along the lines of Does God have an Opinion about Education? and it's got page after page after page of Scripture references of why public education is not ideal for the Christian kid right now. Actually, this whole discussion was after a post about should be sending our kids to public school so they could be evangelists to other kids? And I have always argued absolutely not. I was taught in high school, or gleaned, that the majority of your friendships should be with people that believe the same way you do so that you will be encouraged and grow in your faith, and I always thought that meant 80% of your friends and those you hang out with should be Christians. Well, you can't do that if you're going to public school or the group you hang out during school hours between classes or during lunch are non Christians. Well, 25 years later, I have a way different perspective and it's not the students themselves that are the problem, but the agendas that have to be taught, that teachers are forced to teach, they don't want to teach, but they have to teach or else they are fired. So, I'm not necessarily afraid of the peers but the whole school system itself. It's not for learning academics. It's for learning an ideology that I do not agree with. And this particular person's last kid just graduated high school. So her kids are now safe. I'm not here to warn her of her kids. I'm here to warn her and others about her grandkids. And current parents of young ones to pull their kids out now. I help several families a week get out of the system. I know exactly what is going on RIGHT NOW in MY district, in the SUBURBS, which is the middle class mostly Christian or morally upstanding part of society, and it's going to pot. The schools were ok when we were in it. The schools were less ok, but tolerable when Benaiah's peers were in elementary school. The schools are definitely not ok now. Pull those kids out now. And don't send them to Christian schools either because if they take any money from the government, they are subject to any and all government indoctrination as well. The naivety of even the smartest, Christian people floors me. If you aren't in the thick of the fight, step away. I am in the fight. I work with those directly affected. And I receive news directly from others who have also heard first accounts from others. So stop accusing me of not following Biblical principles. I know what Scripture says. I am following Scripture. It tells me to not exasperate or stress out my children. Kids in public school are so stressed out that they need medication, therapy, and they commit suicide. They are confused as to what gender they are. They stray from their faith so easily, no matter what kind of faith life is at home. We are to guard our hearts. I would imagine that means guard our children's hearts. We can't do that by knowingly sending them into an environment with all this false teaching can we? Proverbs tells sons to listen to father's and mother's teaching. Yes, you can teach them on the way to school and in the evenings and weekends, but isn't it easier to do that if you are with them even more often? And this is why I switched churches. At New Palestine Bible Church, these reasons are celebrated and homeschooling is openly talked about and celebrated, and public school parents are also welcome and talked about. It's about 50/50. The mindset is very, very different. I don't feel like an outcast there. The older women embrace me for it. I don't here, "Oh, I wish I could homeschool." I hear, "I homeschool, too!" I almost feel bad for those who don't homeschool and hope they don't feel left out of the conversation. Pure education is also celebrated. Pure Biblical education, just like a new older lady said today that she was glad that the discussion did not stay on personal stories but went back to actual studying of the Bible. Too many times groups focus on husbands and kids and not on the study itself, she said, so she was glad we got back to the Bible study book. And I agree. I'm here to learn tidbits of the other ladies' lives, but I'm mainly here to study the Bible. It's not a small group where we talk about what's our favorite wine. When you find like minded people and you can grow your faith with them, it is a major blessing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupK2eLfZ7laX0WETFTXrQCqvsiBVezNBamMmM94AcU-5XkkI1pXbF6qpb753bthRiBlld66YPQdBqacBzh7i_pWdBXyo6ax1pExG7T4SMGwjqayNt_kmPLRjGbu3QL8NbQxxnfF0qugvjInLBaGy3m_6ziQHQefZiGKIAGsiQq_sfeXiQYSG6DQ/s1792/IMG_5627.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupK2eLfZ7laX0WETFTXrQCqvsiBVezNBamMmM94AcU-5XkkI1pXbF6qpb753bthRiBlld66YPQdBqacBzh7i_pWdBXyo6ax1pExG7T4SMGwjqayNt_kmPLRjGbu3QL8NbQxxnfF0qugvjInLBaGy3m_6ziQHQefZiGKIAGsiQq_sfeXiQYSG6DQ/w296-h640/IMG_5627.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aw, one proud Dad for reading with his girl.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - </p><p>- It was a very a good day. Jared had his doctor's appointment this morning. And boy, riding with him when he's on that pain medication is just so much fun sometimes! "Oh, I ate there once, and I'd like to here at that restaurant sometime. I stopped by that liquor shop once and they have a horrible selection." Dude, I think it best when we don't talk when you drive. He usually likes to just concentrate on the road and doesn't want me to talk. But get a little bit of alcohol OR pain medication in him (never both, he's very, very careful about NOT mixing the two of them, and I watch him like a hawk), and his tongue is set loose! And often the topics make no sense or bounce from one to another and I have no idea where he's pulling them from. I just sit there and shake my head. Anyway, I wasn't quite awake or ready to talk about anything, so I just let him do his thing. As long as he got us there. Oh and he was a little bit louder about the rude drivers, too. And this is why I prefer he not be on the pain medication too long. And that he not drink alcohol around me. He's not the guy I know and love when he's like this. He's too much like some TV characters I watch. Nope. ANYWAYS, we got to the doctor's office just fine.</p><p>- He forgot his phone in the van, so he wanted me to go back and get it. And I did. I didn't try to argue with him. I knew I might miss part of the appointment. Whatever made him happy. I only missed a couple of minutes. I was still able to see the CAT scan and see where the fracture was. The doctor said that the fracture should heal up just like any other bone would in 6-8 weeks. Because Jared is still young enough, they wouldn't want to put any bonding or cement in it. The brace he's wearing is really just a reminder to him to not move his torso so that the disc can heal properly. He doesn't need to go back for a followup. There's no need for physical therapy. Jared and I talked about it on the way home and he thinks he will start on his back stretches again after the 6-8 weeks, very slowly, just like after his back surgery, and stay on that kind of timeline. I told him to just go with whatever his body is telling him. I didn't tell him this, but I'm convinced that if we just listen more to our bodies and less to the standardized protocols that doctors tell us, we could customize our care better. I've modified my own healthcare in between visits and the various doctors have never been angry with me. For example, I dropped my blood pressure medication last month and I explained it to this new PCP why I was taking it in the first place, why I thought it was appropriate to go ahead and try to drop it now, and when my blood pressure was taken, it was perfect. I wasn't being extreme. I was being careful and listening to my body. I wouldn't suddenly drop my other meds and I even said so. Those ones are way too potent to do that with. I know better than that. Jared's still stuck in the mindset of doing everything exactly the way doctors tell you to. I'm like, nah, if the brace is killing your hip, take it off. And if you think you're hurting your disc if it's off, put the brace back on. It's a give and take. The doctor doesn't live with you. It's ok not to obey 100%. They don't expect you to. My old PCP even said that to me. They are happy if they get their clients to comply 80% of the time. When they ask me why I don't exercise, I explain to them that I gave it a full 6 weeks of intense trying and I just can't. And I know that I can lose weight just by starving myself because that's what Covid did to me. The gains I got after 6 weeks were not worth the soreness and the time and effort I had to put in that took away from my family duties. Anyway, that's where we landed today. 6-8 weeks of healing with the brace on as much as possible. That's it. Praise the Lord!</p><p>- We couldn't have wished for a better outcome! And it's all because of prayer! I know that the men prayed over him immediately because Dana told me over the phone. Mike is an elder at Indian Creek, and I'm never going to speak ill of any individual person from Indian Creek. These people are our friends and have been for 20 years. Just because an organization is going a certain direction and I don't want to go that direction, doesn't mean others don't want to go that direction or it's wrong for them. Therefore, I absolutely am not mad at Mike or Dana or anyone else in Jared's prayer group. And I absolutely respect and uphold their prayers and friendship. And I believe, it's because of their immediate prayers, and all the texts and phone calls within those first hours, that helped me keep my mouth shut, that helped me to express myself later, that helped Jared forgive me the next day, that kept us tender to one another, that kept his pain so much less than his sciatica pain, that has helped him sleep, that has helped him go to work all this week for full days, and has now given him this easy diagnosis that will put him back on track within a few months. I can finally relax and be at peace. I didn't need to get so anxious and fearful. I will probably always have to go through those "what if" motions with any crisis. But hopefully God and I will shorten those sessions each and every time until they are nothing but a blip. Someday I'll go "Hey, God? I'm doing it again. What if?" "Child, stop it." "I know, but..." "Child!" "Ok (hangs head)." And I walk away at peace. That's the goal anyway. I'm doing pretty good though. It hasn't even been a week yet. I've gone through all the emotions. Anger. Denial. Grief. Peace. Yup. I've grown. The processing time is growing shorter. Talking it out with Jared is getting easier. We even talked out what the next couple of months of recovery looks like so we can remain close if you know what I mean. You have to stay vigilant and intentional. Hard work. But you can't give up.</p><p>- After the appointment, he dropped me off, and then went to get gas for the mower with Keturah. Keturah is still sick as a dog but she needed to get started on mowing the lawn today. The back yard is getting so long. She had a tough time with the mower not starting though. It wasn't terribly hot or humid today. Just about 82 degrees or so. But she refuses to put her hair up, and with her nose clogged, she was miserable. I told her to just get done what she could and do more tomorrow. She had her homework done by noon. Unfortunately, her math was still atrocious. That's unfortunate because that means Algebra 1 is going to be nearly impossible for her. I'm not looking forward to this. We'll have to take it slow. We will get as far in math with her as we get. I hope biology is easier for her. Time will tell. Justin and her got assignments today from Procla!m today, the speech and debate club, via their emails, so we have to quickly get their google calendars set up so we can see them. There's links to articles and research things, and they have to get that done before the 29th. Fun stuff! Unfortunately, I'm the only one with a computer, so they will have to go through me. They can try to go through their phones, but it might be difficult. We've never really used google anything. Eek! </p><p>- Abishai did his math with Daddy today, so I double checked that and then did his reading and Science with him. We actually finished our read aloud book while Daddy had a lie down before dinner tonight. Abishai was excited to finish the small chapter book! I'm so glad I took on read alouds when we were in Canada. I didn't know it was a thing until someone taught me 10 years ago! For both Keturah and Abishai, it's now just a part of their schooling. I never read to Benaiah when he was little. I just didn't know how, really, or that it was super important in helping them learn to read, hearing the syntax and vocabulary and sentence structure vs. listening to us speak in conversation. And then Abishai and Daddy read at night as well. And Keturah and Daddy read the Bible together at night. It's pretty neat! We've become a read aloud family without forcing it! </p><p><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- It feels soooo good to have another driver in the house again! After all those anxious posts, Justin is really stepping up to the plate and proving himself. It’s like he’s having a growth spurt. And I’m having my own growth spurt of trusting God with this child. Justin is my easiest child, my peace loving, laid back child. Which is so great in so many ways. </div></div><p></p><div dir="auto"><div class="d2hqwtrz r227ecj6 ez8dtbzv gt60zsk1" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_i6"><div class="alzwoclg cqf1kptm siwo0mpr gu5uzgus"><div class="jroqu855 nthtkgg5"><span class="gvxzyvdx aeinzg81 t7p7dqev gh25dzvf exr7barw b6ax4al1 gem102v4 ncib64c9 mrvwc6qr sx8pxkcf f597kf1v cpcgwwas m2nijcs8 hxfwr5lz k1z55t6l oog5qr5w tes86rjd pbevjfx6 ztn2w49o" dir="auto"><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- I was giving Justin coupons last night and he said if he could drive my car he would buy my drink at buggbys bc we both <span></span>wanted to try it (we had some coupons.) so I agreed. Well, I also needed some things for a picnic on Saturday so when he came home from work today, we agreed that I would pay for the drinks if he would get the shopping done. He said sure! He was super excited to have the freedom. It was sooooo cute! He did a great job too. Biggbys is in the parking lot of Meijer. He even remembered to get mocha and didn't add any dairy, so it's just plain coffee plus chocolate. So sweet! He had my debit card of course, and he did buy himself an energy drink that wasn’t on the list but I didnt mind. I would have said yes if I was with him. </div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- This is the result of taking our kids with us grocery shopping all these years. They know how to price check. They know what we normally buy. They know if they’ve seen something before. He knew restraint. He said he will get the other new energy drink next time. I love my Justin boy!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> - This evening, Dana dropped off a fun get well gift for Jared. I'm sure she consulted with Jim and the others, but she had no clue that our family would understand all the connections to all the gifts as well as we do. As you'll see in the photos below, we are grateful to have friends that have been diligently praying for us this week and caring for us. It was the perfect gift!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Man, those August cicadas are extremely loud! We heard them in the morning, too. And all the windows are shut up tightly! </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Today's new words: Floofified, fluffified, puppified, and even poopified! Socks was leaning on Keturah and left a lot of dog hair so she made up floofiffied. Abishai then turned it into poopified, of course! I told him poopified could only be used when a baby had a blow out diaper. I had to explain to him what that meant. He basically said, "Bring it on!" Um, no, child, just wait until you're the uncle or dad, you won't be saying that then.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><a href="https://youtu.be/UZJctzAG1pQ" target="_blank">Abishai wanted to read more of our read aloud and couldn't wait for Mom, so he just started to read it himself!</a><br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8nfiKRSr-7eCZP1Feg_MVQUGKSm5-Qh7-2SpZdikTK4mynSWfWpByNA8KPaQ687VCCbGXHwvI5IO_NxJ_iiQ0GcZBv8jVwq0kgIJdirMhavby6Ck2ec9_GSt03xvocORlLZzuIetO-RPWuKQM2akedfyakl_fEgPwwS1c9RO7KAso0UkFwehWw/s480/298726756_993158101456029_8417508788079190120_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8nfiKRSr-7eCZP1Feg_MVQUGKSm5-Qh7-2SpZdikTK4mynSWfWpByNA8KPaQ687VCCbGXHwvI5IO_NxJ_iiQ0GcZBv8jVwq0kgIJdirMhavby6Ck2ec9_GSt03xvocORlLZzuIetO-RPWuKQM2akedfyakl_fEgPwwS1c9RO7KAso0UkFwehWw/s320/298726756_993158101456029_8417508788079190120_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hope I remember that next time a crisis happens!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9URDo83OLgz8V9ywvpD1dbg7OfkQt1fZT6Y42Gw8bl5qSvcMGWo-F8D2x_7n1YYit1IwQVtCYizao3DswrbXFEU7QhaHdPdLSPn3OQTp6WtqMoJNKOGYzuIeLr0sGJwLmf5EGAqo6JOqYm_3A1JP1gJNRm7ZSXkfHCcaNJNM3fy_rJENscH2CA/s1792/IMG_5627.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu9URDo83OLgz8V9ywvpD1dbg7OfkQt1fZT6Y42Gw8bl5qSvcMGWo-F8D2x_7n1YYit1IwQVtCYizao3DswrbXFEU7QhaHdPdLSPn3OQTp6WtqMoJNKOGYzuIeLr0sGJwLmf5EGAqo6JOqYm_3A1JP1gJNRm7ZSXkfHCcaNJNM3fy_rJENscH2CA/w296-h640/IMG_5627.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww, I guess Jared really likes reading the Bible with Keturah at night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLFNlDrla4hDYc4xUauBg0Y8B8MvBRFCVU3Rq2vl69pda2mDYYPHelj_mwiVbPBoSqkkbdvC75bb5nuyXakU-npykVPMEEPzHTPxaPyXCMoh_5JjEM45irkqOfcy_QCZ_YqUac63Wjbtxc5bfKnFsOvJi8UtHHV1RbDseIuR4sn1rBJQbJYFrDA/s1792/IMG_5628.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLFNlDrla4hDYc4xUauBg0Y8B8MvBRFCVU3Rq2vl69pda2mDYYPHelj_mwiVbPBoSqkkbdvC75bb5nuyXakU-npykVPMEEPzHTPxaPyXCMoh_5JjEM45irkqOfcy_QCZ_YqUac63Wjbtxc5bfKnFsOvJi8UtHHV1RbDseIuR4sn1rBJQbJYFrDA/w296-h640/IMG_5628.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's pretty cool. We used to get a store made or maybe it was a frozen pizza in Canada that was called a hamburger pizza that would included things like hamburger meat and pickles and I think ketchup and mustard or something. We liked it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdI8jPEYrfyvv_kVA8W76nzz5OvELL5a2BimGhMg4ODQwXuqE1kCZ-czC56KAAGC56bE-DPA4V1FDjE0G-VuGab9i6Ohn3VBtZY6IBSMBtk7i5_0aMRUVytdAQkvFQkK2r6vq1_gYlD4ryZK177kP1ohOBl7jwNAMa-AeXr1MTiCKhKPn_VMd-GA/s1792/IMG_5630.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdI8jPEYrfyvv_kVA8W76nzz5OvELL5a2BimGhMg4ODQwXuqE1kCZ-czC56KAAGC56bE-DPA4V1FDjE0G-VuGab9i6Ohn3VBtZY6IBSMBtk7i5_0aMRUVytdAQkvFQkK2r6vq1_gYlD4ryZK177kP1ohOBl7jwNAMa-AeXr1MTiCKhKPn_VMd-GA/w296-h640/IMG_5630.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought it was pretty cool that they mentioned Nehemiah and that's what my Bible study is studying. I can totally understand what that means now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nm2IR4AU9epYg-Q_Q2RjmFfG3I-j-59nki8Jn-ZNkiLYGRKzDw-7bq9PAbZ6pBcAKl1N3DkVnV835hMIF1zbaW_BzqXWMsjcLHpb_4lf5JzB8MGvH15v6BirtdoXGwJ1zn4cYv3OfKurFrbUzFQUv5lvUXy2ax8rLvPokZFLPJsebrihYf4x0A/s1792/IMG_5631.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4nm2IR4AU9epYg-Q_Q2RjmFfG3I-j-59nki8Jn-ZNkiLYGRKzDw-7bq9PAbZ6pBcAKl1N3DkVnV835hMIF1zbaW_BzqXWMsjcLHpb_4lf5JzB8MGvH15v6BirtdoXGwJ1zn4cYv3OfKurFrbUzFQUv5lvUXy2ax8rLvPokZFLPJsebrihYf4x0A/w296-h640/IMG_5631.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, that's a good thing that R-rated movies aren't as popular. I do like some R-rated films that are typically historically based and are R-rated because of the blood and gore. Things like Braveheart and I think Gladiator might also be R. But if it's rated R because of sex scenes and nudity and swearing just because they can, then no, don't do it. Like the Marvel one with the red and black character. I'm not interested in that stuff. And then of course the archaeological stuff is always cool and only confirms what we already know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4hN0m3_XZFR8-lBefHnQXWXfDv0szBCIEJi-15N8DJkeSdIxnKZ8Oqep-WCCSB2zcx0eqSXqi_FdPANHeEjgD5xO_r8ySVZOcftdhkkvWzllLnHIsSWnqvOj7u4cadGapmVKC2Lz1cr6IvUzpka70DXiVvoEKC0nLx87RgGToUN9BRkLQksGYQ/s1792/IMG_5632.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4hN0m3_XZFR8-lBefHnQXWXfDv0szBCIEJi-15N8DJkeSdIxnKZ8Oqep-WCCSB2zcx0eqSXqi_FdPANHeEjgD5xO_r8ySVZOcftdhkkvWzllLnHIsSWnqvOj7u4cadGapmVKC2Lz1cr6IvUzpka70DXiVvoEKC0nLx87RgGToUN9BRkLQksGYQ/w296-h640/IMG_5632.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on, Lutherans! Can you really call yourselves Christians if you waver on stuff like this? I mean I understand maybe the lay people being confused, but leaders? Don't you know the Bible? I don't understand.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZB22USLYW5IRg-YQIiORUyQj6DOVBONMr4kPhlwhOJNKBlmLL6iw-NFFbvMM-mae_e0HzvwyQMf9jUe77HxcQZ8g6xN4WrwT1qH_hDfzF-GH4lAKazdHaRs6AN6SCTI4M22OTr0BP5NHPntjpUViDeIJ6otKEU2r8P2oyCRhJbpEvlQAmx-yMw/s1792/IMG_5633.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLZB22USLYW5IRg-YQIiORUyQj6DOVBONMr4kPhlwhOJNKBlmLL6iw-NFFbvMM-mae_e0HzvwyQMf9jUe77HxcQZ8g6xN4WrwT1qH_hDfzF-GH4lAKazdHaRs6AN6SCTI4M22OTr0BP5NHPntjpUViDeIJ6otKEU2r8P2oyCRhJbpEvlQAmx-yMw/w296-h640/IMG_5633.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everly and Nora just sent photos of them eating ice cream in celebration of national ice cream pie day. I'd call it ice cream cake day and get some Dairy Queen cake if they weren't so expensive!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAeYgK-fQZj_ffzKYeW8Ek54ubhKnwsAReeSGABcL7N6QHUTjPLGdXF_ry_ECp1rnsV-bygY2NVlwjiWE1x9CTmoOCIb6OTBR4c-BS49lHGcKlWKJQqFOziChcmrufxKMfZnSSjCcVBgxmbsJApdY4Uovvd4Je3wzmvEy3od_Pfw-N09k5EObaA/s1792/IMG_5635.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAeYgK-fQZj_ffzKYeW8Ek54ubhKnwsAReeSGABcL7N6QHUTjPLGdXF_ry_ECp1rnsV-bygY2NVlwjiWE1x9CTmoOCIb6OTBR4c-BS49lHGcKlWKJQqFOziChcmrufxKMfZnSSjCcVBgxmbsJApdY4Uovvd4Je3wzmvEy3od_Pfw-N09k5EObaA/w296-h640/IMG_5635.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was brainstorming some ways to hang mugs on the outside of the tea/coffee cupboard and found this on Amazon. If only my stomach could handle that much coffee! Do you get it? Each mug represents how many cups of coffee you've had for the day. Keturah was asking why I put medications in the coffee mugs in the cupboard. Well, I do that because I ran out of room to separate them and I want both types of thigns within my easy reach. So, I'm always on the hunt to make things more efficient and beautiful and it was a very legitimate question, so I thanked for it and started looking for under cabinet mug racks and wall mug racks like Gary and Leah have. The accordion style ones are under $20. I also found some hooks that Jared could just screw to a board and then we could screw that to the cupboard. Either way. The pre made one holds like 11 or 14 mugs. Jared was like, but you can't reach the top ones. No, but it would make a nice display of ones we don't use but I still like. And I could put Justin's favorite ones in the middle, and then ones Keturah uses at the bottom. And I don't usually usually swing pots and pans in that direction so none of the mugs would be hit or anything. It's just empty air space. And then I could just leave the medication in the cupboard. Solution found! I'd rather just buy the thing, but I thought I'd give Jared something to do if he wants. It won't look as pretty though. We'll see.<br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-loaIfqG87gUsrWPWT5lpkCmnlzzh6j30c8obEjqRSsV3EZgLNW0oNl4XRcy0znN_m001Wp1kNDF8tAeH9uY2vgMpEP5XAZVGDLvSHfwH08Hh3miybG_cZ6SSPXtUfzXFQF-1uKd49oAtbhJ_qG587Pi6-F5X8GxRTWdjHPcfzKlbo_Jp4KVRw/s1792/IMG_5637.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-loaIfqG87gUsrWPWT5lpkCmnlzzh6j30c8obEjqRSsV3EZgLNW0oNl4XRcy0znN_m001Wp1kNDF8tAeH9uY2vgMpEP5XAZVGDLvSHfwH08Hh3miybG_cZ6SSPXtUfzXFQF-1uKd49oAtbhJ_qG587Pi6-F5X8GxRTWdjHPcfzKlbo_Jp4KVRw/w296-h640/IMG_5637.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahaha</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7RhpFjev7Xe3JOE40fny6Txh4e9bTIhLVcw8OJzGh2LDlek7Sr2CAZStF1hfQyYbD53WypcQpdmtv4DouFqLVqJh7ZNeBSZsIrUEia_dy2kp9wYLZC_ocdNGBlqErLCorRS4DBoTT-vuO7aaYOgjHHJv7XT4v35h0M1BhrOZVz9_BX6EyCoRig/s1792/IMG_5638.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7RhpFjev7Xe3JOE40fny6Txh4e9bTIhLVcw8OJzGh2LDlek7Sr2CAZStF1hfQyYbD53WypcQpdmtv4DouFqLVqJh7ZNeBSZsIrUEia_dy2kp9wYLZC_ocdNGBlqErLCorRS4DBoTT-vuO7aaYOgjHHJv7XT4v35h0M1BhrOZVz9_BX6EyCoRig/w296-h640/IMG_5638.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared hates peach flavored things but he likes real peaches.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdE8ah6aAoIhoPNfhWYczUSIRgPoHWY4PhFpKiWF0GC9yjkhmLCVpKgxh_Mf8Y4Ffw-vODTBK7sXYUk8lKP-AZ8MKpo804VoQvWmSc1Ot2Hk47bp7N6UX8mYc3wPH9wOpHNiagYjPNOll7GiBELWa6z53Zca-590I37li1P_wnCg7TLoKAxNqx7g/s1460/IMG_5640.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="821" data-original-width="1460" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdE8ah6aAoIhoPNfhWYczUSIRgPoHWY4PhFpKiWF0GC9yjkhmLCVpKgxh_Mf8Y4Ffw-vODTBK7sXYUk8lKP-AZ8MKpo804VoQvWmSc1Ot2Hk47bp7N6UX8mYc3wPH9wOpHNiagYjPNOll7GiBELWa6z53Zca-590I37li1P_wnCg7TLoKAxNqx7g/s320/IMG_5640.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We saw this in the parking garage today, but in black. It's a Ford Mustang, but a 4 door electrical something or other. Jared claims it's an SUV thing. Um, honey, it's a sedan. You're literally high on pain relieving narcotics right now. But whatever. He called it ugly. He doesn't usually forcefully point out cars in the parking lot and say they are ugly. And he doesn't point out cars and say, "I would buy this one if I could and that one if I could." So it was another indicator that he was high on narcotics." Trust me. He might think these things to himself but he doesn't say them to me. Usually it's a BMW or some other luxury car. Not necessarily super sporty, but a pricey luxury brand. I showed this photo to Abisahi and said it's a mustang and he said the same thing, ew, that's not a Mustang. Then Abishai found his Motor Trend magazine and found a photo of a real Mustang. The boy knows his cars!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiY4Eb8K1xjh9e6XtXW_BdvpBsPjWlzNvBsz5RbHp9VXfMwmSGzeDWU8Spu8ueKFEaTFmnwMVEfQUU7JiLUK33pS-p6ieVz3f_K1VvHGMkstsMlHmdLhdIMBb6FbcuMIDZswwDYhiFi-NwdLiE6F9PtZR3B_3qIEHBeC-dMTLvzJ3seiHUsL5Vw/s4032/IMG_5641.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiY4Eb8K1xjh9e6XtXW_BdvpBsPjWlzNvBsz5RbHp9VXfMwmSGzeDWU8Spu8ueKFEaTFmnwMVEfQUU7JiLUK33pS-p6ieVz3f_K1VvHGMkstsMlHmdLhdIMBb6FbcuMIDZswwDYhiFi-NwdLiE6F9PtZR3B_3qIEHBeC-dMTLvzJ3seiHUsL5Vw/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the photo of Justin's first solo shopping trip for me. I told him to get between 50-60 hot dogs and hot dog buns, a gallon of milk, squeezable mustard and mayo (yes, mayo, because I have a father in law who uses mayo on everything), and of course the coffee from Biggby's. I had texted him a second later about GF brownie mix but he didn't see it. He did very well. I have ingredients at home to make gluten free brownies from scratch so I'll make do. And he wasn't sure about the dairy or maybe they didn't have alternative milk or he didn't know how to ask, so he just got plain iced coffee with mocha. I didn't ask for mocha. He guessed. Good job! He got himself a bagel sandwich and drink from Biggby's and a special new flavor of energy drink at Meijer, which is all something I would have said yes to if I had been with him and he would have asked. He saved me time and energy. Yippee!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZffGtwdzYcIHrUNExeKuV3ePhNf6d5JFTHO_Tz4dV-lq0fzcXMei0cVzt3N8aoPLn3Su1uq4Bkf2J-zH5glXMAUvscZ96QO69fngZwM8MgQV6OMNCukQm6n232Mhmrjw4u4ucwaE4764IU-q9mxa1GwWzvvrLsKa03KK1QF3y0aeTRAJT3mgKtA/s4032/IMG_5642.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZffGtwdzYcIHrUNExeKuV3ePhNf6d5JFTHO_Tz4dV-lq0fzcXMei0cVzt3N8aoPLn3Su1uq4Bkf2J-zH5glXMAUvscZ96QO69fngZwM8MgQV6OMNCukQm6n232Mhmrjw4u4ucwaE4764IU-q9mxa1GwWzvvrLsKa03KK1QF3y0aeTRAJT3mgKtA/s320/IMG_5642.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Friends dropped off a get well gift this evening.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10ymVIRa8xtSvzK4Hyj7qYllYW5VqLz00egInUQL7TNHcmZVuVsBzXGCuP1G-DtQJ3Z21ZlureYXEaNzfiSsRXzeHzbYfdL2tWI8RFvDI7uQ3JbyoKDbgMyJRXLSNgz6SNvgLZogDT7Sp5y6kEMi04TquhdhUMFyeH__taFoerRFd7qoUXS8-6w/s4032/IMG_5644.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh10ymVIRa8xtSvzK4Hyj7qYllYW5VqLz00egInUQL7TNHcmZVuVsBzXGCuP1G-DtQJ3Z21ZlureYXEaNzfiSsRXzeHzbYfdL2tWI8RFvDI7uQ3JbyoKDbgMyJRXLSNgz6SNvgLZogDT7Sp5y6kEMi04TquhdhUMFyeH__taFoerRFd7qoUXS8-6w/w480-h640/IMG_5644.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh boy, they know Jared pretty well, don't they?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OJFAiwBvT1Qh1YcaRyjriWsF24G099KWIuET0ZHMGDDx0Cffc4rTvUq78ODqwe3S63KzAHLm-wLQG1B1VluW6Jts5MgYLH2yaejoi39q9rs0P9tJZVqhc3U5ks2NlqwABZGWqRGXqBCE02YjLDW1GHJVHW-DTdXMoEn9TwPuZngobd4oPSHORg/s4032/IMG_5645.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OJFAiwBvT1Qh1YcaRyjriWsF24G099KWIuET0ZHMGDDx0Cffc4rTvUq78ODqwe3S63KzAHLm-wLQG1B1VluW6Jts5MgYLH2yaejoi39q9rs0P9tJZVqhc3U5ks2NlqwABZGWqRGXqBCE02YjLDW1GHJVHW-DTdXMoEn9TwPuZngobd4oPSHORg/w300-h400/IMG_5645.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What they didn't know was that Aaron likes Bob Ross, so we understand the references between Happy Little Trees and Happy Little Accidents and Jared's love for trees and the accident. Of course the Star Wars reference is also hilarious, too. I might be stealing those socks!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OrBWbtNRcn8yBaoXEm7T4IMzDzKMBLhwyhkG2-T796uMlhu6QtfWCzIVS_lAol1sykMON4OiLZIb286-j6XR8co3T2dBCx7R-XZZ-bVI6__VsahuaXnNqkErSXUnILPrtY3ZJ8ch0Y8GyhGvWTmGAsz5Ad3agdZhidkDdPoon1seL1RqCNRiww/s4032/IMG_5646.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1OrBWbtNRcn8yBaoXEm7T4IMzDzKMBLhwyhkG2-T796uMlhu6QtfWCzIVS_lAol1sykMON4OiLZIb286-j6XR8co3T2dBCx7R-XZZ-bVI6__VsahuaXnNqkErSXUnILPrtY3ZJ8ch0Y8GyhGvWTmGAsz5Ad3agdZhidkDdPoon1seL1RqCNRiww/w300-h400/IMG_5646.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared will definitely be wearing that shirt as he baby talks to all his little baby trees in our yard.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXSfXGLurfFzXoLD4iJTAdNEfYDmo8lrMEpQnfK549_srOF-p5jt7YwyCMOobYL1-gFNQJ54WB8uvRDQa9bWNVYWv8XazfXSXIR_1hOr-Ej4MgQgswBhQOB8YIvMnYF364zKBtts5sgeye0BhUtPQAlSn0or2u5oBoCrRq9WSVxnRZWs4RhaQLA/s4032/IMG_5647.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXSfXGLurfFzXoLD4iJTAdNEfYDmo8lrMEpQnfK549_srOF-p5jt7YwyCMOobYL1-gFNQJ54WB8uvRDQa9bWNVYWv8XazfXSXIR_1hOr-Ej4MgQgswBhQOB8YIvMnYF364zKBtts5sgeye0BhUtPQAlSn0or2u5oBoCrRq9WSVxnRZWs4RhaQLA/w480-h640/IMG_5647.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The note says that Jared is now officially retired from the job of tree trimming. Great friends don't let their friends climb trees anymore. I'm holding them all responsible from now on to be my eyes and ears to keep Jared safely on the ground when I can't be there. Real grown men don't climb trees anymore. Leave it to the professionals. Also, Justin and I have been oogling the bonsai tree for ages! You can keep it this way or use the pink and white dots to make it look like it's flowering. I can't wait for Jared to put it together! Such a sweet, thoughtful, funny gag gift!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/UZJctzAG1pQ" target="_blank">Abishai Reading 2nd Grade Week 1</a><br /></p><p>Friday - </p><p>- Made brownie completely from scratch, school, park day, Mom's Night Out</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtewtm75433a6wnPFbg_pfk9lGf6VoLqoQvIL6wTigQCnXIj3IiCjrx2yoHMl4tnauqeyIqnc56AoLAHg_FV_1uWNiv6tLGBlOT2c_-NfE8HD7KStBH-fF6C2d4bOYxecMvDhq0dALltfqq-PxfFKNsKSXotBil0U_p4ZNRuAro3TsXxHxJjN4w/s1792/IMG_5648.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtewtm75433a6wnPFbg_pfk9lGf6VoLqoQvIL6wTigQCnXIj3IiCjrx2yoHMl4tnauqeyIqnc56AoLAHg_FV_1uWNiv6tLGBlOT2c_-NfE8HD7KStBH-fF6C2d4bOYxecMvDhq0dALltfqq-PxfFKNsKSXotBil0U_p4ZNRuAro3TsXxHxJjN4w/s320/IMG_5648.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbeDYhXPA-t7BR-DsL7vWLbLa0iWbR-MAKwhk96jF4sCZhKyOEwbLNMJOhCee-aaVVdwaF6rHlbLMiQ-hvkVwWjdysEwO4rtlShpkv3bSoD2EowCQxPKZym5XXr4vTkL6Rm_7pSIjrHyuOixdwwk6Qw_oh5-CKj9FIdQdPxJbAZhdra5VN2LfEQ/s4032/IMG_5649.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbeDYhXPA-t7BR-DsL7vWLbLa0iWbR-MAKwhk96jF4sCZhKyOEwbLNMJOhCee-aaVVdwaF6rHlbLMiQ-hvkVwWjdysEwO4rtlShpkv3bSoD2EowCQxPKZym5XXr4vTkL6Rm_7pSIjrHyuOixdwwk6Qw_oh5-CKj9FIdQdPxJbAZhdra5VN2LfEQ/s320/IMG_5649.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_ZGMPYF7NcypLTTR58OkIjBUZtsaK87FIIMP9hzdzNKgRCk76BN_OtPrJSNeMt3Zx8HDS5xRMA2Nb3L4BrIbtndqQOeauDrW8sfFrcw1EX_lKnuuIhmYnHJ325D-YtnWN_utO3fVnGQS4pM2wXoOAcMHhEcLnd2Z3Oc0mX5dhjhm6DDaMhSKHQ/s4032/IMG_5650.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_ZGMPYF7NcypLTTR58OkIjBUZtsaK87FIIMP9hzdzNKgRCk76BN_OtPrJSNeMt3Zx8HDS5xRMA2Nb3L4BrIbtndqQOeauDrW8sfFrcw1EX_lKnuuIhmYnHJ325D-YtnWN_utO3fVnGQS4pM2wXoOAcMHhEcLnd2Z3Oc0mX5dhjhm6DDaMhSKHQ/s320/IMG_5650.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuF944htzz8Q9GFA2ziYc4ouua-jRIdIj-W_VO7BPX4q5Lu9VlbLSTUX0BVi16byiW2yf5JP5OTp-2Qtu68Otxw5beVEyBVaeThsinynO3Y70dnumqv16FGaYiLChoFQHrLOPEhazx7wJUojrMSc76-RNgY7-696IJB4RNAwUZBQGFKpoBIOG0A/s4032/IMG_5651.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuF944htzz8Q9GFA2ziYc4ouua-jRIdIj-W_VO7BPX4q5Lu9VlbLSTUX0BVi16byiW2yf5JP5OTp-2Qtu68Otxw5beVEyBVaeThsinynO3Y70dnumqv16FGaYiLChoFQHrLOPEhazx7wJUojrMSc76-RNgY7-696IJB4RNAwUZBQGFKpoBIOG0A/s320/IMG_5651.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD6FB_AwMcCghGURj4Gt0shQT2EJtQYOeuG67XUn7FnWPWdbY6rOPWUz65KOH5YErMzSWiLZSIgxypYW-l7yEi42zOCIRnI7gdqO5sxnJCeeM76rFugSMYw-C8zub_g_hxOLSE3eTX6vIJgWcKHSEADCkjccNUqJz6I3_rFnTeXVNvTkOwETvoQ/s1792/IMG_5652.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD6FB_AwMcCghGURj4Gt0shQT2EJtQYOeuG67XUn7FnWPWdbY6rOPWUz65KOH5YErMzSWiLZSIgxypYW-l7yEi42zOCIRnI7gdqO5sxnJCeeM76rFugSMYw-C8zub_g_hxOLSE3eTX6vIJgWcKHSEADCkjccNUqJz6I3_rFnTeXVNvTkOwETvoQ/s320/IMG_5652.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - </p><p>- I showered and got ready for the IAHE picnic. I had to boil 50 hot dogs, which is something the kids had no clue about. We toast our hot dogs, whereas I grew up with boiled hot dogs. The kids thought it was gross looking. And then I took them to the picnic in a crockpot with the hot, hot dog water and thankfully had it wrapped in a towel and in a cardboard box otherwise I would have had it all over the floor of my car. It was a mess! Thankfully hot dog water doesn't smell that bad. And then it got all over the wagon on the short walk to the shelter as well. Sigh. And then it barely got touched at the picnic. So I guess Abishai had 50 hot dogs to munch on all week. I had to store all the extra hot dog buns in Grandma's freezer. The gluten free brownies also barely got touched. But to be fair, everyone went home with leftovers, which is unusual. The crowd wasn't that big because there were sick families and families with kids in soccer. It was just not as big as last year and I was a bit bummed by that. </p><p>- I sent a message to Keturah, Justin, and Jared about what exactly to finish on the mowing, how to clean to the pool, and what other chores to do like brushing the dog while I was at the IAHE picnic. I did not have them come with me because I did not think Jared was up for the driving and sitting at a park table and I didn't want to hear kids whining about the heat, bugs, and humidity. And the chores needed to be done. It's much easier for me to just go alone at this stage. These kids didn't grow up with the IAHE "family" and Jared just isn't comfortable with this group of people. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one who went alone this time. It also allowed me to stay as long as I wanted to and I could mingle more. I was tired, but I could just listen and enjoy my time away from my family. The weather was pleasant. I did have a few moments of boredom, but I was able to get up and change the scenery quite well. And Eagle Creek Park is an easy and beautiful park to drive to and through. I had an easy drive home despite the Colts vs. Lions preseason game that had just gotten started downtown. And when I got home, the pool was clean, the kids had been fed by a friend who had felt bad about Jared's injury, and the kids were gone to the movie. I was a bit overwhelmed and tired and moody though, so I was about to go off on the little details that had missed. But Jared was able to jump in and diffuse my mood and help me breathe again. <br /></p><p> - I was about to go to bed last night, when Keturah appeared at my window all sleepy eyed without her glasses on. She said, Abishai was in the bathroom and had thrown up. Great. It's a good thing I hadn't gone to bed yet. I had heard some scuffling around, but no one had called for me. So, I went in there and found him done with the whole thing, a little bit on the rug in front of the toilet, most of it in the toilet. I flushed that, cleaned the rug, got him settled down in the bathroom. Then I carefully went into his room with power towels, cleaner, and my phone flashlight on. I turned on the light and had barely put my slippered foot down when I felt my foot slide a bit. Shoot! There was a whole lake of puke across the floor. Thankfully it wasn't on anything else. It didn't take terribly long, but there I was, my lower back hurting from driving, doing the mom thing, cleaning up puke at 2:30am. Justin didn't even move. I had the big room light on and everything. I swear my kids sleep through everything. All 4 of them. I got that cleaned up and checked the bed. Again, thankfully, there was just one spot and it was only on the sheet and not on stuffed animals or blankets. I couldn't get the sheet fully off, so I cleaned up the chunks and then left the paper towels there to mark it so if Abishai went back to bed it would be obvious he couldn't use it. And whoever got up with him would also notice. I then went to the couch to sleep because I wanted to stretch properly and I can't do that when I'm in bed with Jared. If I try to do it for too long, he'll poke me to tell me to stop. It's annoying especially when he spends 10 minutes adjusting himself and all his blankets and ice packs, but whatever. And then I fell asleep on the green couch again. I've been doing that this past week just to give him room and so I can flip to both sides I wanted some space because I was mad. It's been quite a week, obviously.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdEZNL7SBq0leWBMa50PCFQfReK1LTwlF9u24poDHUFedk04EaR61a1m-0iaqyxtwqSKdplViGdFN9y-7HuXZGSvSnnor9nPFvDYA4pPHTSA2gtY7GvllUCPb_pbAeLa518146CsSmWi3SFDmRSM3zmpsiQXayiNZII7qwumBS6lIEXrShgjNeg/s1792/IMG_5654.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBdEZNL7SBq0leWBMa50PCFQfReK1LTwlF9u24poDHUFedk04EaR61a1m-0iaqyxtwqSKdplViGdFN9y-7HuXZGSvSnnor9nPFvDYA4pPHTSA2gtY7GvllUCPb_pbAeLa518146CsSmWi3SFDmRSM3zmpsiQXayiNZII7qwumBS6lIEXrShgjNeg/w185-h400/IMG_5654.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When your IAHE friends that don't live in Indy want to argue about the forecast for your town, you send them the forecast from your app because you actually live here. It's going to be fine, folks, just come to the picnic already.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidavx9UWiPDjw_9DhYlbd2PuxutSazwphg_eJnhB6AQcwUQgL6UfCMV222CFareo3nYvTjlYIYXvqLf_-6yNavBkRFi32317y6nVHiolEVCfq-PW84ja8Rju-EGXG8gQ5cHAr1Vx5PdwhXs5nQzweIahGwAmig0cv5nu4n-Xx7MSwlOouSsjhnDQ/s1792/IMG_5657.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidavx9UWiPDjw_9DhYlbd2PuxutSazwphg_eJnhB6AQcwUQgL6UfCMV222CFareo3nYvTjlYIYXvqLf_-6yNavBkRFi32317y6nVHiolEVCfq-PW84ja8Rju-EGXG8gQ5cHAr1Vx5PdwhXs5nQzweIahGwAmig0cv5nu4n-Xx7MSwlOouSsjhnDQ/w296-h640/IMG_5657.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen to that! </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMkOiOFSVtSdy-0pAkxvs7TiRTsj9779J716DX6jp7q9R87jZJK_bU_C5vuPoKH7r4hT_-oM67x-bHBJLWhY9_AaZNVRF4kAHSyVwvigju9NuN2gd4zGeFuMk-zQiWNR4ekHZP2FWYlD9a1LZ36eZpIK2K01y_K7t-3MwnLFtuSysXlDRwScvRA/s1792/IMG_5658.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMkOiOFSVtSdy-0pAkxvs7TiRTsj9779J716DX6jp7q9R87jZJK_bU_C5vuPoKH7r4hT_-oM67x-bHBJLWhY9_AaZNVRF4kAHSyVwvigju9NuN2gd4zGeFuMk-zQiWNR4ekHZP2FWYlD9a1LZ36eZpIK2K01y_K7t-3MwnLFtuSysXlDRwScvRA/w296-h640/IMG_5658.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oo, tomorrow is National Senior Citizens Day AND Brazilian Blowout Day. I wonder if Gary or Leah needs that? Just kidding, they totally don't! A Brazilian blowout is when a hair stylist blow dries and styles your hair for you and is for longer hair styles. It's great for frizzy hair, curly hair, and straight hair. Totally not for Gary or Leah's hair styles, lol. Great for Justin, Keturah, or I, though. Lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_0dwquhEYahaelVXBvWzdPZHJUDBO9-PzAZxujLzj_y0lYGXKiWp4TQX1IpagMtvd8R5yNGLW3x9NSUC45I_5VwsskN9gWmgI5mx9q5lVVQ4Vx-AZM1QPxlJ1FzXOqtD25ULmFMr83N5OExYYns84JIWz59vJfjvMDg_sdLg3m_9Pz888Z92kQ/s1464/71NoVb6lTgL._SL1464_.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1464" data-original-width="1000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_0dwquhEYahaelVXBvWzdPZHJUDBO9-PzAZxujLzj_y0lYGXKiWp4TQX1IpagMtvd8R5yNGLW3x9NSUC45I_5VwsskN9gWmgI5mx9q5lVVQ4Vx-AZM1QPxlJ1FzXOqtD25ULmFMr83N5OExYYns84JIWz59vJfjvMDg_sdLg3m_9Pz888Z92kQ/s320/71NoVb6lTgL._SL1464_.jpg" width="219" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The movie the kids saw with Grandpa. They didn't realize they would be going back in time to when Gru was young. I guess the movie was set in the 70's. I'm sure it was hilarious! Abishai actually sat through all of it. I was surprised. I had to intervene when Grandpa at first suggested Thor: Love and Thunder. He was basing his suggestions off of the normal ratings and you can't do that anymore. PG-13 of today doesn't mean what it used to 10-15 years ago. It's way worse. Besides, I have no interest in the kids seeing any more Marvel movies in the theater. We need to preview them all first. Really, anything Disney puts out has to be screened by us first.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p>Sunday - </p><p>- PMS grumps. Yesterday was fun and all but today is the emotional let down day. I've got a lot on my mind and Satan's using it to eat away at me. I'm trying to stay away from my family so I don't take it out on them. Some of it is indirectly because of them, but it's still not fair to them because they didn't mean any harm of course. My sins of pride, jealousy, competitiveness, desire for power and to be on top even, are my struggles. I have to be the best of the best. I have to at least close to the winner. I don't know if I ever want to be THE winner because they get a TON of attention. But I want to know that I could have been. And I'm just not fond of loud mouthed people who smoothz the top dogs and don't really earn their place in line with their dedication and hard work. I'm not saying they don't work hard, because I know they do, but their loudness is brash and off putting and overwhelming and makes me feel like I'm over here in a corner working just as hard worried that I'm not being seen as well. And then I'll be overlooked, just like Jared as been overlooked so much in the church and ministry. He doesn't talk about it because he's extremely humble and doesn't realize his own potential. He doesn't dream about the big picture and what God can do with his talents or see what God is doing and jump in or however you want to say it correctly so it fits with the correct theology so it doesn't sound prideful. Yes, I do understand that I do sound prideful. But I actually do have some dreams.</p><p>- I do dream that someday I could be on the speaking circuit at least locally for homeschooling. I do dream that I can continually grow with IAHE and not just be a regional rep. I do dream that I could write more for the magazine and maybe someday have other writing opportunities. I don't know if writing a book is in the cards for me because there's SO many great books out there and I don't want to be redundant. But I don't see myself really doing anything else for the rest of my life. Whether it be with IAHE or another organization. I don't have any exact dreams or goals. But I do know I have knowledge and experience. And God uses those things and applies them to the next chapter in your life. He has done that with each of Jared's jobs. And He has used different aspects of my knowledge and experience in every task and position I have ever had from being the treasurer or crafts person or prayer person for my MOPS group to running my home based businesses and learning how to run FB groups and now using those experiences and applying them to what I do for the social media team to now learning how mail chimp works and writing the newsletter every month for Region 9. And all the conversations I have had and putting myself out there as an introvert and learning how to be part of a team and speaking up and speaking my mind and learning how to forgive others and myself. I have a lot of dreams still. I have a lot of life still. God has lots of plans for me. And I will follow those plans. I ask "What if we go this way, God?" And then He directs my steps towards it or not. I know He puts dreams in my head. And He puts opportunities in front of me. It's His Holy Spirit. I never rush into anything because I don't want it to be a humanly idea and be a power trip. It's more like, "You really want little old me to do this? I was really hoping you'd ask me to. Thanks, God. This is really, really special. I will treasure this opportunity. I won't take this for granted."</p><p>-Therefore, I get really upset when others squander their opportunities. Or they just assume they will get a certain position because of who they are connected to. Or when others assume we would be shoo in for a position because who we are connected to. We have always cringed whenever others would assume that Jared would join the staff at Indian Creek or they would assume that Jared would be the next director at e2. Um, no. Indian Creek was extremely clear in their bylaws about nepotism. You couldn't even have spouses on staff at the same time. They part has changed to you can have spouses on staff at the same time, but they can't be on the same team. So, maybe the husband is part of the youth ministry and the wife is a secretary for the adult ministry. It's another reason I never led with "I'm Gary Johnson's daughter in law." and instead just let people eventually put two and two together after many, many conversations getting to know me as a person first. And Benaiah as also done this as well. If he's being introduced by someone, they might say the connection, but I don't think I've ever heard him say who his grandfather is. And Jared either. Like last Saturday, the first think out of Mike Spence's mouth to the firefighter (who happened to go to Indian Creek) was that Jared was Gary Johnson's son. Well, Gary Johnson has not been the senior minister for a few years now so that doesn't really work for special treatment anymore, but ok. My point is, we never wanted to come off as wanting privileges and special treatment. We wanted to earn our place for who we are. And because I learned that 20 plus years ago, I just have a hard time accepting and being near people who take advantage of "I'm so and so's daughter." Well, no one actually knows who your parents are anymore, so a) it has zero weight in this crowd b) that's not being a humble servant leader c) it just makes me want to say, ew, please stop, and go away. You need a life. Association doesn't equal competency for the job. </p><p>- And that's sad. I'm learning that I do need to avoid certain people. I'm just not going to get along with everyone perfectly. I don't need to make it a power struggle. I need to have strong relationships with my team leaders. I need to focus on my region, and my work, and make it the best it can be for my people. I have a lot I could be doing better. I've done some great things. But there are some things I really don't do well. And I praise God because it seems like when I fail, something great happens and fills in the gap. And just like at home, as long as I'm getting along with Jared, who cares what anyone else thinks or does. Focus on the people that matter the most. There will always be those difficult people in an organization. I don't want to be a difficult person. I'm an enneagram 6. I'm a loyal, detailed, visionary, who asks the what ifs so we can be prepared, but not anxious. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not just passing through. There's too much work to do. I'm only 3 years in and I'm already one of the ones that have been here the longest because so many of the older reps (by experience) have stepped down. I've got younger reps to train. I do know more of the other people in the organization now. I'm not a newbie. But I've only been here for 3 years officially.</p><p>- Being part of any organization is crazy. Dealing with fallen, sinful people, is crazy. Being jealous that my husband gets presents when he does something STUPID and breaks his back and I get NOTHING for all the hard work I do every day and I'm in just as much pain every single day with no signs or hope of it every going away so there's no point in taking narcotics, is crazy. But I still am. I'm wicked jealous that he got a HUGE Lego set and then his friend got him another car Lego set. Where's my Lego set for cleaning up kid puke at 2:30 this morning when my lower back was about to spasm out? I'm the one who drove all the way to the IAHE picnic and back. And I drove to park day and back, which was 40-50 minutes plus Greenfield on Friday. Plus I was the one who had to sit on a tiny plastic chair for 5 hrs in the ER with the stupid bloke. Where's MY prize? There should have been some kind of massage of bath bomb in there for me. Someone brought dinner for the crew last night but not enough for me or even kosher for me. Do I get dinner when I'm really sick or in level 9 fibromyalgia pain? No, because I don't share that on social media because it's like every single week. And I'm a mom. There was a series of memes or cartoons about that recently showing how certain tasks done by men are applauded but when they are done by women they are either seen as normal or even seen negatively. Like pushing a kid in a stroller and the mom or dad are on their cell phones. For the dad, he's seen as at least he took the kid for a walk, so he's applauded, but the mom is criticized because she's on her cell phone. No one noticed that at least she took the kid for a walk. Or, Dad is playing blocks with his kid so he's applauded, when mom does it, it's nothing. Or when Dad "babysits" his own kid and he's not expected to do anything else, but when mom is home with her kids, she's just having an ordinary day watching the kids AND she's expected to clean, make dinner, pay bills, etc. etc. And yes, this kind of crap is perpetuated in every single TV ad and TV show and movie known to man. I hate it. It does not promote an equal balance. Back in the day, Mom and Dad did have an equal amount of work. Yes, Dad had hunting and planting to do and Mom stayed at home and took care of hearth and home. But they both worked hard. Dad would then take the older boys out to the field and out hunting. Mom would teach the older girls sewing and household tasks. When Dad was closer to home, he was chopping wood or fixing something in the shed or when he was inside near the fire he was fixing a harness, Mom was darning socks. Chores were divided evenly. Not so today. Men are seen as wimps and women are seen as holding down the fort and doing everything and invincible. But guess what? We are NOT invincible. I want MY rewards. I want MY attention. I'm tired and my lower back is killing me and I want one of those narcotics so badly! I just know that I will have a really bad migraine headaches if I take just one. It would not be a good idea. And of course Jared gets to go rest his back with his ice packs so his bone will heal and I don't have any time to stretch and rest and nap if I want to get anything done this afternoon. I had to close the windows on his van because I was the only one who thought about the weather this afternoon. I was the one who brought in the swimwear before it rained. I have to do this and that for 2 hrs after I get home from anywhere before I can sit down. Everybody else gets to go to their rooms and play. And then they wonder why I'm grumpy. Hm, let's see....Anybody think about asking Mom if she needed help so she could sit down faster? No? Well, then you'll be late to your event. And the house will be dirty. And the shirt you need won't be washed. And you'll have to wait for me to correct your math. And you'll have to wait for me to refill your water. Mommy needs rest, too. And if you get tired of pizza for dinner, to bad. You can figure out how to cook. Yup, I'm grumpy. I need to be loved on, too.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBMO1y6qBkLVmJrk26VWPBarl5Fec7qgtZA2XzMs6ObUOPKtJAqaF4SXNyuH2Njxy9wWOHZMUZTh6MsCFJI0Fm9UpXBfxN3yaGedMP84_sVVxurg2F5Fx0nd0iKCyr2QE4R82XE227cYAFfUDLmmu_FMAX0fQMDYrPzsKrk7UfNvVbfvEnCo09g/s960/IMG_5659.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="641" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBMO1y6qBkLVmJrk26VWPBarl5Fec7qgtZA2XzMs6ObUOPKtJAqaF4SXNyuH2Njxy9wWOHZMUZTh6MsCFJI0Fm9UpXBfxN3yaGedMP84_sVVxurg2F5Fx0nd0iKCyr2QE4R82XE227cYAFfUDLmmu_FMAX0fQMDYrPzsKrk7UfNvVbfvEnCo09g/w268-h400/IMG_5659.JPG" width="268" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know we spend much more time with our puppy dog than most families do, but I still feel guilty because I don't spend enough time with him. I know I have over the years. I've cleaned up after every accident, I've petted him at all hours of the day, I've fed him the most, I've let him in and out the most, etc. etc. But still, it's never enough for me. If it's up to me, I will be there at the last breathe. Socks is well loved by many people. He hasn't needed much discipline. And I've tried to be as understanding and gentle as I can be. My gentle giant baby who now sleeps all day. I step over him more than I actually bend down to pet him. I'm grateful that the kids greet him and pet him on most of their trips past him and every time they come home. They get down on the floor and snuggle and make sure he gets lots of treats. Like I said, he's had lots of loves for the past 12 1/2 yrs. I will not leave him until he leaves us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbRI495dTUzNQ3SGsgYAVaageLIunvzq09oXi_z_F3ZJl13KGvSPr_eYk_ILNw8z-kukzUW_OocNJrL242bQ5AELe4OvpndMp9pYNIvJ6w7k_7AWL2OuXnqpnO4gtouXWbQDA7sDKKd21LlNaeP72e917kqh4IxxLTnEwoKjFwLbP0F8yGUMYcA/s4032/IMG_5660.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbRI495dTUzNQ3SGsgYAVaageLIunvzq09oXi_z_F3ZJl13KGvSPr_eYk_ILNw8z-kukzUW_OocNJrL242bQ5AELe4OvpndMp9pYNIvJ6w7k_7AWL2OuXnqpnO4gtouXWbQDA7sDKKd21LlNaeP72e917kqh4IxxLTnEwoKjFwLbP0F8yGUMYcA/s320/IMG_5660.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Come swim with me! Nobody wants to swim. It's just me and the floaties. The floaties and me. The burger, the duckie, the doughnut, the lime, just me and me the little fit, paddling round and round...."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzGEMIGfvpmDSZ5SWeetCX_K1bXcIb5uT5Iq75qIM58dNsJZSzhWpQHhOIcaUnkq-6Hn9WBnbfSjqDD2h7wo_ch5T-RvKKj8OLwN36POLsT1CNLyMV3xoxkGt0WfuSGR_6udCRtiMxJykkec4-1eEVRJLy8g57F5NEk03jGHn_ENKmp-cA5tKlQ/s3520/IMG_5662.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzGEMIGfvpmDSZ5SWeetCX_K1bXcIb5uT5Iq75qIM58dNsJZSzhWpQHhOIcaUnkq-6Hn9WBnbfSjqDD2h7wo_ch5T-RvKKj8OLwN36POLsT1CNLyMV3xoxkGt0WfuSGR_6udCRtiMxJykkec4-1eEVRJLy8g57F5NEk03jGHn_ENKmp-cA5tKlQ/s320/IMG_5662.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sister doesn't want to swim. Bad sister. Good sister at least sitting outside so Mom can put things away inside. Then mom can sit outside so paddling can continue for a little bit longer.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYIdDu2DFmT_FPS9toBpAVZVujSY6Bwj1xTdiLoJjRm8FMc7Ijczf0wFZtlEssjdsjbzXGIrJiyb2DyWoPAUvrHt5aYhxBv0pwHepMGlPRvRxNFwg-QLh4JIOf8aPeBTlNWx0MRnidvEvNqcfGM29YfOTQuAwQFqyHDzkN72g9Grkh0jXv_ITGQ/s4032/IMG_5664.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoYIdDu2DFmT_FPS9toBpAVZVujSY6Bwj1xTdiLoJjRm8FMc7Ijczf0wFZtlEssjdsjbzXGIrJiyb2DyWoPAUvrHt5aYhxBv0pwHepMGlPRvRxNFwg-QLh4JIOf8aPeBTlNWx0MRnidvEvNqcfGM29YfOTQuAwQFqyHDzkN72g9Grkh0jXv_ITGQ/s320/IMG_5664.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least someone likes the pool. I need to invite some friends over. I've just been terribly busy to plan ahead.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoFdeQzXvoEDeBGLvUwjmfcaHiUDP9kIgjDvWfpbwTnm6TXjnuiYO9RCv6cfMYn9uE2lTizrsA8E4l9cRwAQOk0rjwtV2UPNHTNd7HBWX2bUf_ububWPW5dpRb9Q8U8k0VSsyLwdCz-zphpW6tZOsyUzAR2VSIz-l97etfaHmNaZEiSZC2cCtNw/s4032/IMG_5667.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLoFdeQzXvoEDeBGLvUwjmfcaHiUDP9kIgjDvWfpbwTnm6TXjnuiYO9RCv6cfMYn9uE2lTizrsA8E4l9cRwAQOk0rjwtV2UPNHTNd7HBWX2bUf_ububWPW5dpRb9Q8U8k0VSsyLwdCz-zphpW6tZOsyUzAR2VSIz-l97etfaHmNaZEiSZC2cCtNw/s320/IMG_5667.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I won this game because I've had an IAHE booth this year! Well, I've had several and they said to submit a photo of one, so I did. I won it by random selection I'm sure. But I won!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjabo1fUU1yTrbXSTAdmSAL8nJJr402NpM1r7xnmOQwqucAHqrJ4FneKs4HVuq5gQ-Fd55xvsS5dR5WVgGeaLm4KPYyV6YRrEZRpp-nz1slcXSm87bkmqov8qqx3AfMjrxWRzSD7WhhT9itW2C688LYYZFpBUK6mcDwp_ZNRZDNKOT6KbL7MMhA/s4032/IMG_5668.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjabo1fUU1yTrbXSTAdmSAL8nJJr402NpM1r7xnmOQwqucAHqrJ4FneKs4HVuq5gQ-Fd55xvsS5dR5WVgGeaLm4KPYyV6YRrEZRpp-nz1slcXSm87bkmqov8qqx3AfMjrxWRzSD7WhhT9itW2C688LYYZFpBUK6mcDwp_ZNRZDNKOT6KbL7MMhA/s320/IMG_5668.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai won! His guys were worth more than mine, although I got mine saved first. 27 points to 24 points. It took a bit to get the hang of it. I'm glad we could use any boat and any isle. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzWV0fFbNkufgz_-6I9u-k-i5OkGciDiD8RWpVKwY3w2JrWX6O_I-lw0onQP_gNQhi1sLg_Ygg9_MHXy1Cg0g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxl-RjusLwvP4omHZHggRow7qlN9uKfQFNpcGyatU25PBgIOEeHenAHjQbGbP28672JIxnWeWxaByphGiaHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy-3hqZMLAkb-nAbvwb_RJcpkmrObXnP50k8TEg-Lk5te_zxKXZo85nOI-VAa6gb6u_0oRU127JdI311kid4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFXaNrjai54d1CVvMBDjUAJ0fdLajNV9iGzD5flMJG33fG9lY5DJtoMe_5trXBGIXviK-QQac7l_ruQ7rNLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p>- I was almost put in Facebook jail for making a comment about how stupid men are. Yeah, for all the political post and hate speech I spew, this is what I get in trouble for.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AiiD19ItENIwwu8MYEmBU4OFBkzOTjjqUR1IDIOOpzmRKLoK2bSixeQ2BjqwTksQCXibx6m4cBCp4zmYzlGLAKAKkCVqcmDDlZ34-Wj8kiL9GKRcnMnBab4XC_27bDu-XpbXuP9P_-LiC0ZdMYcuJAtRqJbgub-k7UI3dpXDxGhUyhutl8kofQ/s4032/IMG_5670.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AiiD19ItENIwwu8MYEmBU4OFBkzOTjjqUR1IDIOOpzmRKLoK2bSixeQ2BjqwTksQCXibx6m4cBCp4zmYzlGLAKAKkCVqcmDDlZ34-Wj8kiL9GKRcnMnBab4XC_27bDu-XpbXuP9P_-LiC0ZdMYcuJAtRqJbgub-k7UI3dpXDxGhUyhutl8kofQ/w480-h640/IMG_5670.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p>Here's the video of why I said that. And I think someone reported me, to be honest. And it could have been the original poster. I accepted the charge. I have been moody all day and didn't need to be snarky online. I should have scrolled on by the post and kept my words to myself.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dywbPYMHtbHZH9JdTlpWmBg8ZA-1qAIVFAYuo0e8X3JIm5M9LB-CxyPAV68buOL6VwXgszunDpPtozAaAoIsQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBESoVyQPmc6xNsL37pSF6_skJAjsRiWw_uVbtv1LDAP5lND5FDG-ZZPZeUPZvKTy94Jn5X_IipwEBK40yIUwrsPnsSXoRj76c5Kp0KC1xbOhnJBiTswRYxxl8eVT7OmcwzraCy1JaiOTN02TCxZCd6D0m_OpSG5M6w2k5nM8i_Pvpu626DhH7Iw/s960/300408726_10160101491038281_5584348383678527133_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="824" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBESoVyQPmc6xNsL37pSF6_skJAjsRiWw_uVbtv1LDAP5lND5FDG-ZZPZeUPZvKTy94Jn5X_IipwEBK40yIUwrsPnsSXoRj76c5Kp0KC1xbOhnJBiTswRYxxl8eVT7OmcwzraCy1JaiOTN02TCxZCd6D0m_OpSG5M6w2k5nM8i_Pvpu626DhH7Iw/s320/300408726_10160101491038281_5584348383678527133_n.jpg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMLMWoeX7kLimFBSS9_jDyPPf3XV6RZmkfCuphVXriz4cs00c-IrX_OTa9dJbP3YWGPk9pGf3D0QBA3IzJOLuhr95IaWUIa_VCPnfIedRoxDSHoDsrEkqzilX9cQ5mT8jReQTCBK8lhQ47N0cRweIdXmuV76KfGqrXJgD-c0oC86DonlAJPMACQ/s720/299999340_10160604915668593_3360686261498492346_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="720" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxMLMWoeX7kLimFBSS9_jDyPPf3XV6RZmkfCuphVXriz4cs00c-IrX_OTa9dJbP3YWGPk9pGf3D0QBA3IzJOLuhr95IaWUIa_VCPnfIedRoxDSHoDsrEkqzilX9cQ5mT8jReQTCBK8lhQ47N0cRweIdXmuV76KfGqrXJgD-c0oC86DonlAJPMACQ/s320/299999340_10160604915668593_3360686261498492346_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p>The End<br /></p><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-88617797397234334282022-10-30T22:15:00.000-03:002022-10-30T22:15:13.262-03:00Year 7, August 1st-7th, 2022: Starting Over<p> Monday - </p><p>- Can I start the daily blogging up again? Is it possible to get back into the swing of things? I'm not sure. I'm exhausting. Can I put two words together? (Well, I couldn't on Monday, so let's try here on Tuesday).</p><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- Let's try this again when I'm at my sharpest, coffee enhanced state.Except I've got a stomachache that has me hunched over. Hm,....</p><p>- Keturah's been sick for 6 days. It's probably Covid because her symptoms haven't improved and it's ALL the symptoms, headache, stomachache, earache, scratchy throat, cough, she had chills the first night, today she had gunk in her eyes. And she wasn't sick with Covid when we were in October. And it's going around in all our social circles. I finally made her an appointment for tomorrow morning, among the 500 other things we are going to do tomorrow. Yippee!</p><p>- But Abishai has also been lethargic today after taking a quick swim in the cold pool. He even slept for 20 minutes! I hope that the pool isn't full of germs! I need to put more chlorine in it, but I've run out of what I think is the chlorine and the tablets don't come until tomorrow. I can't keep enough chemicals in there. No one said I had to add chemicals every day and the buckets cost $30-40 a piece! What?! That's what everybody said about pools costing a lot in maintenance. You all didn't tell me this part! I thought you could get the chemicals up to a certain level and leave it for at least a week. Sigh. But anyway, Abishai was very tired.</p><p>- So, what's going on? I don't know. So we aren't starting school until we are perfectly healthy and Justin has a license and his job is figured out and I feel rested and organized. The schoolbooks can be organized in maybe an hour or two, tops. I left it in good shape. I just need their planners, which requires a run to Staples. I hope to get that done this week, so maybe tomorrow when I'm already out. It's nice to just have a day at home not going anywhere. </p><p>- But what else needs to be done to finish out the summer? I don't know. I don't know. I can't take a sick kid to do her bucket list item, go to Ikea. The big pools are now closed. Justin refuses to get in the big pool at our house. I can't invite people over until Keturah is better. Projects. Do I get into a project and which one? I'm tired so I can't read or listen or do much. What do I do? I don't know. Do I really want to continue a blog or not. What about this desk? Do I try to do something with it? What about my bedroom? I guess I could work in there this week. I'll try. And my Bible study is only for this month. And I have a few doctor appointments, so we'll get those done. Yup, school won't start until all that is settled at least.</p><p>- But it doesn't make me feel any less guilty for not starting early like the public school who went back yesterday. And some of my homeschool friends did, too. So my Facebook feed is full of it. And I've got FOMO. I feel like there's so many loose ends right now. I don't know what this speech class is going to entail. I don't know if Justin will pass his test on Wednesday and be able to drive to work or if it will mess up our schedule. I don't know which homeschool group to commit to because there's so many great ones. If I do that, should I drop Fridays? But then I betray my Friday moms. I don't know! There's not enough time in the week to do it all! I need to go visiting groups here in August, I do know that. So I'll start there. And then I guess I'll decide based on how Abishai gets along with them. We'll see.</p><p>- Meanwhile, yes, we are enjoying the pool. Abishai gets in it most days. He's learned a ton! He's doing back flips from the ladder, which he isn't supposed to do and so we did stop him when we saw him do it. He doesn't know danger, that's for sure. But he swims and swims and swims. He does flips in the water and scrambles up and down floats. The pool has been great to give him so much more confidence about not touching and going under the water and not panicking. He can float on his back a little bit, too. We did buy a pool vacuum, and it's a bit cheap, so it's taking us time to still clean up the bottom of the pool. This has been such a big learning curve for us. More than I thought really. I'm putting in as much effort as I can because I promised Jared that it was going to be my thing. He really resents doing so much for his childhood pool. He's been good and helping me, so we are tag teaming. But I get so upset and frustrated when I can't do it myself or I can't balance the chemicals. I just wanted everything to go smoothly right from the get go. But when the handle of the filter wouldn't move, and I couldn't get all the screws out, and then I couldn't get it back together, Jared had to step in. I could do more of the vacuuming myself, but the suction is weak without a helper, so it's easier if we work together on it. And we have found it hard to be home together as it is. We'll try again tonight hopefully on it. And then the bugs are starting to use it multiply. I didn't want to put the cover on it every night, but if that continues, I just might. I've only go into the pool twice because it's so cold. We haven't had many 90 degree days since we put it up. I'm contemplating getting a heater for next year. I wanted to enjoy it, too. </p><p>- And, I'm miffed that Justin and Benaiah won't use it. And Gary and Leah haven't been over to watch Keturah and Abishai use it. They gave some money towards it. Gary helped put it up. But either they don't want to come over or they haven't made the time. Or the videos I've sent them is enough. They used to love watching Benaiah and Justin swimming in Scott's pool. But now they don't seem to have the time to watch Abishai do his things. It's like we are all just passing each other and leading separate lives instead of doing life together as a family. It's become quite lonely when all you want to do is share with each other.</p><p>- I have had fun buying all the floaties though. I can't stop buying them! I hope that they will last for next year. I did find one yesterday on clearance at Aldi for $1.50. It was a hamburger beach ball, only it wasn't perfectly round, but more eggshaped. Our pool looks like a picnic with it's lime slice, popsicle, doughnut, and hamburger. There's too many floaties. But Abishai loves them! And he doesn't mind taking them out when it's stormy and windy and then putting them back in. He seems pretty careful with them. He loves to set them up and jump on them from the ladder. Keturah and he made a sandwich with them and he was in the middle with a lot of them stacked on top of him. </p><p>- When I was in the pool with Jared and Abishai last Friday for our anniversary, it was the first time in years that Jared and I had actually been in the pool together. I got to sit on his lap and hug him and be close. It felt so good. It brought back a host of memories from when the other kids were Abishai's age. Before moving to Canada. Before all the trauma of coming back. Before the hard years of dealing with teens. Before having fibromyalgia. When we were young and naive. When we were just learning about how to be parents and how to live life. And now look at us. Seasoned adults. Not totally matured. Not gray haired. But seasoned a bit, just enough to be able to reflect back and be grateful. To sit there in the pool and watch Abishai do his thing over and over again and actually enjoy it without worrying one bit that he was going drown. He's such a joy. Always the reminder we need to slow down and enjoy life. It helps us get through these teen years with the others.</p><p>- But uh oh, today, Abishai came out of the pool very cold. And he took that little nap. And now, I just had to clean up his throw up. Poor little guy! He had only had a huge glass of milk today, and no other food. He didn't want lunch when he woke up from his nap. He went straight to screen time. Bummers! No pool time with Daddy tonight. I've had a scratchy throat and swollen glands a bit today, too. And a little stomachache this afternoon. Sigh. Not good. Grrr....see, we need the time to rest. Not time to start school yet. We need to get through this and build up our immunity first. Then, school can start. Time to putter around a bit this week. And then get out and about next week. Grrr.....</p><p>- Justin and Jared were able to finish cleaning out the sand from the pool this evening. Yeah! Abishai took another two naps on the couch. I rested as well. I've got pain going around my whole midsection, right at my ribs, so maybe my stomach/upper abs, like soreness from throwing up but without throwing up yet. I've canceled going to Bible study tomorrow. I don't know who will take Keturah to her doctor appointment. I'm not sure about the rest of the day either. Depends on how I feel. Abishai is now calling for Daddy to watch TV with him. Poor little guy wants me to sleep on the green couch while he sleeps on the shorter couch. Awww, I can't say no! I don't know how long I'll be able to sit upright at this point, so away we'll go.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmC5dMbrp4N0MSpGyDr74lMxWooGwOkITEoLy5jlVFdayiIsJvK0ECBIlWa1tCMKZtpbgcpF445QnvTrU_3Sxc6lWULN9KrGTtV1cjBIx_1MCsP3vh7_zriG4gtkFiMsgDlQ-WngBx351DvqFAaEPGvbgP-b_ONCb_kl9zBKXLKCE-d9ls7gQ4w/s4032/IMG_5409.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmC5dMbrp4N0MSpGyDr74lMxWooGwOkITEoLy5jlVFdayiIsJvK0ECBIlWa1tCMKZtpbgcpF445QnvTrU_3Sxc6lWULN9KrGTtV1cjBIx_1MCsP3vh7_zriG4gtkFiMsgDlQ-WngBx351DvqFAaEPGvbgP-b_ONCb_kl9zBKXLKCE-d9ls7gQ4w/s320/IMG_5409.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCNxVHST3HnsETs-Nzj0AiO0wwCplpCtlCLr1CoeWH2PIql_wQnhglv5aprbV14f2KaQVr2m-jFKpR6qgyY7z9hU3G1r791uEPqJ5WF2h3DM9u_w_Gbh-hCb7oewcc4nSr_Xv7nYgy7ZZWoGhvBWuSDy0-qj4YMWrZ1ZkIei4J2YA-8qvfTz_cIA/s4032/IMG_5410.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Justin got his driver's license! Yeah! I crossed my fingers, sent out prayer requests, and prayed the whole time more than I ever did with Benaiah, and he did it! Phew! The examiner was kind and gave him some great tips afterwards, and even before the test about expectations when they were going to go through the school zone and such, and even told him he could relax now and smile, he did it. Lol. See, this is why we went to Greenfield again. Gotta love the country folk! I mean she was thorough, don't get me wrong, and very serious, an older woman, but got us to relax in the end. I can't believe he passed! He drove out to Greenfield and surprised me by how well he actually drove! But, he still didn't want to speed too much. We did pick up Kya, as planned regardless of the outcome, on the way back, so I had to drive home. Justin can't have passengers besides his siblings, for another 6 months, not that Kellie would let Kya ride with Justin alone anyway at this stage. Um, no, nada, I don't think so! Amy wouldn't let Ava ride with Benaiah alone for a really long time either. We adults all know what happens when boys and girls are alone in cars. We were once teens and young adults, too. So, nope. But really, even if he could drive Kya and I back to our house, I wasn't going to let him because he drives too slow. I wanted to speed! Lol.</p><p>- Meanwhile, first thing this morning, I took Keturah to the doctor's office. We had a different doctor than our regular one, but he was super friendly and kind of funny. He wanted to try on a new face shield but this one wasn't as clear as his old one. So when he was looking in Keturah's ear, he finally just tossed it across the room! Bwahahahaha! Poor guy! But he talked a mile a minute. He was already behind schedule for the day and it was only 9am. He wasn't super young or anything, but probably a few years younger than me. Anyway, he checked all the things. Keturah's lungs were clear, her lymph nodes were fine. She doesn't have an ear infection but the tops of her ear canals were "angry" looking which was "weird" according the doctor. She had a bit of wax, which is good because it means she's not using q-tips to dig at them. She didn't have signs of strep throat. So all the doctor could do was to order covid and flu tests which could be done on the same nose swab. He also sent in a prescription for cough medication and encouraged us to get the stronger, regular sudafed that is behind the pharmacy counter. He actually explained to us why they did that, which I knew, but that he doesn't even mess with the OTC versions of sudafed pe and all that because it doesn't do much. Which, I kind of knew, but with my brain, sometimes I need those actual reminders. So, I'm going to go ahead and get the real stuff and throw away the fake stuff. He wrote everything down in his notes and it printed out on the sheet with Keturah's info. Sweet! He also explained what he does with the sudafed vs. the nose spray and how long he uses both etc. I like hearing how the doctors actually use products because then I know they are telling the truth. And for whatever reason, I tend to find most doctors at Barrington are pretty upfront about these things. That's why I'm going to try to find one for me again.</p><p>- Keturah's vitals looked good today. The few that cracked me up were her height, which was 59.37in. You realize that's just a tad shy of 4 ft 11 1/2 in. right? And that's basically what I've been telling people my height is for years and years. She is my mini me! Today her weight was 107 lb, which is good. I was 98lbs when I was her age/got married, and then 108ish in between having Benaiah and Justin. Our upper BMI limit is 121lbs and anything between 99lbs-121lbs is fine. So, she's good to go on those things. She's kind of been that height and weight for a couple of years I think anyways. She weighs herself weekly I think and we can obviously tell she's my height. And we know she's done growing. We can share shoes. And if I lost the weight, we could share size 5 clothes. Maybe, just maybe, we could be called sisters one day. Wouldn't that just be so much fun? She would die if someone said that though. It's bad enough that everyone calls her my mini me. Gone are the days where people called her Grandma Leah's mini me. Although, her personality might be a better fit with Grandma's rather than mine. The jury is still out on that one. We should hear back about Keturah's tests in a couple of days.<br /></p><p>- Abishai is on the mend. He was very lethargic all day, but he didn't have a fever and he didn't take a nap. We were going to put him to bed early, but then Benaiah came over to talk about selling the electric drum kit and Justin came home for his outing and Abishai finished watching Thor. Daddy did manage to get Abishai to go to bed in Abishai's actual bed instead of the couch though, so that's a plus. Abishai didn't eat much today. Just some goldfish and other crackers for brunch while I was out with Keturah and then milk, ham, and vegetables/fruit for dinner. In fact, Jared came home really early to help me out since my stomach is also still not working right either. It hurts right up under my ribcage and wraps around to my midback, and not in the usual area of a stomach ache, so I can't tell if it's a stomach bug or some other organ or a muscle pain that is radiating from somewhere else. I'm just riding it out for now because the kids have been sick. But if it doesn't resolve, it will be my turn at the doctor's to rule out other organs gone awry like gallbladder and kidneys. With Jared and my sister and my aunt all having issues over the years, I'm a nervous wreck about these things. Plus I watch too many medical dramas. Anyway, hopefully Abishai and I will feel a ton better in the morning. We don't have anywhere else to go so that will help. Abishai did skip Tang Soo Do tonight, and he didn't even protest that. He knew he wasn't up for it. He is so self aware, it's so amazing. I love letting him lead and seeing where he goes because he's usually right. I also hate making decisions, so if someone else can lead and make decisions, I'm all for it, lol.</p><p>- Let's see, what else? That pretty much sums up the day. Keturah's appointment. Justin's license. Abishai's low key day. Benaiah stopping by to talk about drum kit. Jared bailing me out, again. Oh, I didn't go to Bible study because of Keturah's appointment, and then I was too tired/sick by the evening session so I stayed home. Kellie came and got Kya in time to go to the evening one, because that's the time they've been attending. So, it was a bit of back and forth, and that's what kept me a bit occupied, but it all worked out. Again, tomorrow we stay home and rest up again. It was super hot outside today and it would have been a great day for the pool but no one felt up to it. I thought we were getting the big bucket of chlorine today and we only got the one tablet version. Grrr. How am I supposed to keep these chemicals going if I don't have them all in the house at the same time?! I'm just going to go go spend $200 next time I'm in a physical store and buy one of each kind! It's so frustrating! And now it's going to storm tonight. Whatever, there's a chlorine tablet and balancing tablet in the pool now so it's got something in it. I had to skip a couple of days because I was completely out of chlorine. I just don't always have time to stop by the store. Anyways, I'll try to pick some stuff up if they still have it at Kroger when I pick up Keturah's prescription tomorrow. They had the pH down stuff. But if I still feel this crappy, it makes it hard to do anything but sit or lay down. I don't want to eat either. Ugh. </p><p>- Let's finish with Justin made it to small group at Culver's, then to CVS, and then home, without using GPS, and without an accident! Way to go! I did use the "my iPhone" app to track him a) for fun and b) because he barely made it out of the driveway alive. Benaiah didn't like that I was tracking him. Grandma didn't like that I was sharing the screenshots of me tracking him. Why do they have to be so Debbie Downers? I was trying to share something new and fun and lighthearted. They didn't have trackers when we were young. I'm sure Gary would have used it if we did. And after all the debate this week so far about Justin, this is huge! Maybe Benaiah and Leah didn't realize how much a big deal today was, but this is HUGE. Many people discouraged me from even putting Justin on the road. But Jared was fine with it. And after seeing Justin drive to Greenfield today, and after he actually passed, and after Jared said it was ok to use the van, and knowing he would use the backroad to get to Culver's, I thought it would be ok to give it a try. So he did. And he did fine. And we proved the naysayers wrong. Now, I didn't put it on Facebook that he was very near the same intersection that he almost had a wreck at just a few days ago that prompted my very concerned post that caused them to have a very severe reaction. But just the fact that we accomplished this milestone is a miracle. A huge relief. And we can take one step at a time further. It was a team effort, Jared, Justin, and I. We made it. And if we hadn't been sick, we would have all gone to Culver's to celebrate. So, whatever, I took the photos and videos that are necessary for the occasion. I tracked him and took screenshots. Because the second born is just as important as the firstborn, and this second born in particular was much harder than the first born. We needed this win. Today was a huge victory for us as a family. And it's finally over. All the nagging and arguing. It's done. He has a license. Now it's his responsibility to get to work on time. And to get home. And to get to small group. And to get to youth group. And Mommy is free again. Praise the Lord!<br /> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7kk41izOM_cg4LHjbIJE8NzptpMaQkYYeHEG0aZogBbWz9p0dHf8uR2ufDCwkz5mx_WV-nwIsJs1QVUO3w9qoCgdB1miR-w1yHjCHLAXr_fogfREOFJIcAl5Sa-LD1bluGJMrlsTqvmSs-IpsMdoVsIbA6wfggb5vqmMIuqm_nSO9ec50jgT0Q/s4032/IMG_5426.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7kk41izOM_cg4LHjbIJE8NzptpMaQkYYeHEG0aZogBbWz9p0dHf8uR2ufDCwkz5mx_WV-nwIsJs1QVUO3w9qoCgdB1miR-w1yHjCHLAXr_fogfREOFJIcAl5Sa-LD1bluGJMrlsTqvmSs-IpsMdoVsIbA6wfggb5vqmMIuqm_nSO9ec50jgT0Q/w480-h640/IMG_5426.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He did it! First try! Just like big brother Benaiah! At the "Greenfield Stars" branch! Serious, but super nice older lady examiner. She gave very clear expectations before the test, like, "Be sure to give yourself plenty of cushion when going through the school zone, like I'd rather see you go 17mph because if you got 21mph (it's 20mph), then I have to automatically fail you." And then several pointers after the test as well like, "After the light turns green, you can go into the intersection to turn left to wait for the traffic to clear, so you can go as soon as you can." and "Don't hesitate to go when the traffic is clear at stop signs or people will honk at you." She was great. The relieved looks on our faces must have told our story because she told us we could relax now, he passed. Phew! Ah! But he said no one will see the photo on the license itself. Of course it's just a piece of paper until the actual card comes in the mail in a couple of weeks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcXksPPxvdRsaszFhQqUA2_Ragnzy8oTpsOQr17vEIoBoyW1TRYZHKGqzPe86WsuGMAoGR1RrqgDw52NqkYpQm_fkzvtOlCcmoEr1LZ0vsHGOdSX4yVyjV5rDCz_c1-9QhK8DuH_PW30_52_RRhktiiIIKRLXOYjL9LyL27YrCm8plS3YHxedPw/s1792/IMG_5427.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEcXksPPxvdRsaszFhQqUA2_Ragnzy8oTpsOQr17vEIoBoyW1TRYZHKGqzPe86WsuGMAoGR1RrqgDw52NqkYpQm_fkzvtOlCcmoEr1LZ0vsHGOdSX4yVyjV5rDCz_c1-9QhK8DuH_PW30_52_RRhktiiIIKRLXOYjL9LyL27YrCm8plS3YHxedPw/w296-h640/IMG_5427.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, you know they don't give you the actual license these days. You just get the printout first. They have to make the license all special in some weird office so they can put all that special crap on it with the shiny star or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCyH9TQfJd4EBtupH6iEg541U3HQa-rwYLbCTzBfGunFy0o1VZbrJpG5RMnScNaD-SoxQHryNe8sN79uscAI-xhBOmdg5bQgXUPMslcBfX3TyPN0UKUgPDCleFp-GwrgxSCagCs-jNZJ5ej6PbujOWl1YXoj0cOIdsKSSNFHp3LrRdPlA5HPenw/s1792/IMG_5428.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCyH9TQfJd4EBtupH6iEg541U3HQa-rwYLbCTzBfGunFy0o1VZbrJpG5RMnScNaD-SoxQHryNe8sN79uscAI-xhBOmdg5bQgXUPMslcBfX3TyPN0UKUgPDCleFp-GwrgxSCagCs-jNZJ5ej6PbujOWl1YXoj0cOIdsKSSNFHp3LrRdPlA5HPenw/w296-h640/IMG_5428.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sigh. Do y'all think I would take a photo in front of the BMV sign if he had NOT passed?! How cruel would that be?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZ7pw4WwcxqpXLGNc2CArmzJo0v8Mm6-ZJs_tiDJNnPGF7qaiAcySykhmkfUq_zWiQnm2ghTX7b64gldecePQVuFWuFYXQ729F7yl-u_PR1koENADNZpMaMuFseajcNnFJb_EnjWuY6mmMw911qSmEELAjIDihXMY_wOjzPb8OCMTAcxwCRw4Pg/s1792/IMG_5429.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZ7pw4WwcxqpXLGNc2CArmzJo0v8Mm6-ZJs_tiDJNnPGF7qaiAcySykhmkfUq_zWiQnm2ghTX7b64gldecePQVuFWuFYXQ729F7yl-u_PR1koENADNZpMaMuFseajcNnFJb_EnjWuY6mmMw911qSmEELAjIDihXMY_wOjzPb8OCMTAcxwCRw4Pg/w296-h640/IMG_5429.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hold on a minute, people! I'm dealing with wifi issues! It's not fair when the husband can tell where you are at any given moment....and yet, he won't let you see him at any given moment.....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkriUptjMz4PSFOv7RfT2PC5o3sShCnP6t3IxecNsrbrrH9NhNwlNOuo4kONSb8WlniBkBVLQOzYb85-sbEYCRlOcvxKxavhCqRhkx-hHXPDnNUg09k2Vl1ZN5EpR_7tEFYXrF68qqk2_XfbES3PVi7AXRUOs-5jQqGqfX9Nk-v8kwuhjFldDbWg/s4032/IMG_5430.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkriUptjMz4PSFOv7RfT2PC5o3sShCnP6t3IxecNsrbrrH9NhNwlNOuo4kONSb8WlniBkBVLQOzYb85-sbEYCRlOcvxKxavhCqRhkx-hHXPDnNUg09k2Vl1ZN5EpR_7tEFYXrF68qqk2_XfbES3PVi7AXRUOs-5jQqGqfX9Nk-v8kwuhjFldDbWg/s320/IMG_5430.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for the first solo flight! Thankfully Jared agreed to let Justin drive the van instead of the truck. Justin can't get the truck started out of 1st gear just yet. A few more practice runs should do the trick. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbyYfhHycsYrWiGxvKEHNIymi3nCZcax0dtt0B2mnjlgSwIGeq9RBBWNY-vK8x9g_ayhCbbUYjisclxOmOi9bnf6rAeA3Nav-3LFf3fTjdgi18gMh1_XV7vHg7OPXqX2Sde6kaJfRvrgkkSLtFi6tCoFWdpG8iiXzQ52sFezSKXrSlypGyMCeFA/s3520/IMG_5431.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbyYfhHycsYrWiGxvKEHNIymi3nCZcax0dtt0B2mnjlgSwIGeq9RBBWNY-vK8x9g_ayhCbbUYjisclxOmOi9bnf6rAeA3Nav-3LFf3fTjdgi18gMh1_XV7vHg7OPXqX2Sde6kaJfRvrgkkSLtFi6tCoFWdpG8iiXzQ52sFezSKXrSlypGyMCeFA/s320/IMG_5431.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks wanted to know why everyone went outside. No, Socks, you can't go with Justin.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyAs98IV0Wis93qw12SbxPsHDv9uun3W7I6V5j567b44KH_Rnkf4PX8TJNlK8lu_8ARG6vkSOmU0DqXmST7Sw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx6UtB7VtpYs5gIxStbzXO8dBTSbssTYnbghOcQ5lmTUMgdhG3UyhC81aBwoq449bwpmyd_4fBWeU2FcGiy8w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx5pA4gb38nOpn7LERqTK1mQT4ud36cgUt3DiqmBw-cieyV608YSgRsc20OChkqxM_bQoklKatvaO_YYsEFbA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6Emgp-AsPLvPuP9LwEpvkk4aHAZHxjs7gSgRyYe2d8EHgIt5a7kgpHl01ZqBZDeZlgnbRT_2DQPY0oRWgmw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VtRk9cErV5t-07HF95rir9SxqbPFhkLvgproMnVnaZgqZAwP_7LK-nG90rqI0eiK0eYUjStPXwRqMIDKhnIa_L4gEfBsO7I_9qMu5Pejed4qaz4YKv_DQUoO5gpui0ztMPGD40iLJZg6UR4CgvIhl3P14pU3sDriS8eUn8eoSuS5o2A5f82sJw/s3520/IMG_5432.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VtRk9cErV5t-07HF95rir9SxqbPFhkLvgproMnVnaZgqZAwP_7LK-nG90rqI0eiK0eYUjStPXwRqMIDKhnIa_L4gEfBsO7I_9qMu5Pejed4qaz4YKv_DQUoO5gpui0ztMPGD40iLJZg6UR4CgvIhl3P14pU3sDriS8eUn8eoSuS5o2A5f82sJw/s320/IMG_5432.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Are you ready? Get set! Go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVIkXcF1N4JOddewMQwl5QecF6wJaNnpcnqcu0jhHSMEsXNT9YFK8Iw80pjodbH-zNzoufBEoQIWTwFlgmkth9zEvS3dXIKPSYpd8Su8YyPwANno-1spmJeJ0dHHw4AbjnutFYlKlhq_lcLf4Pl9a8P_PBLj6v1khmfs0Vfa0pihtjQlk0wBtIA/s3520/IMG_5436.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVIkXcF1N4JOddewMQwl5QecF6wJaNnpcnqcu0jhHSMEsXNT9YFK8Iw80pjodbH-zNzoufBEoQIWTwFlgmkth9zEvS3dXIKPSYpd8Su8YyPwANno-1spmJeJ0dHHw4AbjnutFYlKlhq_lcLf4Pl9a8P_PBLj6v1khmfs0Vfa0pihtjQlk0wBtIA/s320/IMG_5436.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After almost hitting my car and then almost landing the van in the ditch, he's off!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuVmgPZfl3unhJ94Q4bQ6kvm6nrmb7Ptc8CEeL2Z9UvC6wqRL8QqAaLYFj7C8ZCt9zfau_WXMrrl_fGNr6KjqQb5oT3INlljunryhEG2BaBApyGkxDz3dFTzsNzqwcOBCbo0VpX9n2QkBz3h0rUQZU42c4-PgXuEFh9j_KX_72gn5Q7_G_1WNNQ/s3520/IMG_5437.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijuVmgPZfl3unhJ94Q4bQ6kvm6nrmb7Ptc8CEeL2Z9UvC6wqRL8QqAaLYFj7C8ZCt9zfau_WXMrrl_fGNr6KjqQb5oT3INlljunryhEG2BaBApyGkxDz3dFTzsNzqwcOBCbo0VpX9n2QkBz3h0rUQZU42c4-PgXuEFh9j_KX_72gn5Q7_G_1WNNQ/s320/IMG_5437.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've never been more scared in my life! Benaiah was easy to trust. Justin is easy to trust to do the right thing, but he's so distracted sometimes, that I'm just afraid he'll do the wrong thing by accident.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKeZF7gXqEcNpYIJXHiHSMHYU2IMYQm_nBYwae6n7CEKBPEkFWaq6e_X9awFEuUoqim7qFkgNiShS-Z4kCb-SOdmt8jY7zig2pUCWvNeCMdcBri2UgyPcBIQjOl6sU-a8RgGvD6nSAG5InW_rsc-_A0zSVL8l1SnWvK55zliD5BPgysIN61fPqA/s1792/IMG_5439.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFKeZF7gXqEcNpYIJXHiHSMHYU2IMYQm_nBYwae6n7CEKBPEkFWaq6e_X9awFEuUoqim7qFkgNiShS-Z4kCb-SOdmt8jY7zig2pUCWvNeCMdcBri2UgyPcBIQjOl6sU-a8RgGvD6nSAG5InW_rsc-_A0zSVL8l1SnWvK55zliD5BPgysIN61fPqA/w296-h640/IMG_5439.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What? Since I have the ability to track him, why not use it? I won't track him on every drive. Or at least I won't take screenshots every time. But this one is kind of a big deal, right?! He made it to Culver's just fine to spend the evening with his small group friends. He was supposed to ask if they had job openings but forgot. That's ok. He made it there at least.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-Y67rMYyZFclVyUMTMKStC2YzSuwcl6UWK6D2bDFFqM3d0FauEwmke5sBkHoVe16vU5Lt1pbUraDtChGkaYh11Yr1mkpbmvVJaJpXosuw3GR0fi3imB22XLCp8YNWxORtVkvaGJzuUfVLmyfm2FPjk0YRvHUQWmLVxrj0nFGJ5sVxDEeQnmaNQ/s1792/IMG_5440.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-Y67rMYyZFclVyUMTMKStC2YzSuwcl6UWK6D2bDFFqM3d0FauEwmke5sBkHoVe16vU5Lt1pbUraDtChGkaYh11Yr1mkpbmvVJaJpXosuw3GR0fi3imB22XLCp8YNWxORtVkvaGJzuUfVLmyfm2FPjk0YRvHUQWmLVxrj0nFGJ5sVxDEeQnmaNQ/w296-h640/IMG_5440.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGbyeVOiQPK_s82rPnh4mENEGmgHq-sEvQ9NrN6q6ytzsnahS4Qy2b5fxAxX9seEtbuPHat1DXVc7JH7DcSJe70kRP3r8V34urjh_TIhYllDWjEyTvpXC9XI_5g0PzWpN-fhp5B2khxa4tzq_nbv1XyxKw1pGlccIuijeYkSpN-HEUWeQZZerVA/s1792/IMG_5441.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCGbyeVOiQPK_s82rPnh4mENEGmgHq-sEvQ9NrN6q6ytzsnahS4Qy2b5fxAxX9seEtbuPHat1DXVc7JH7DcSJe70kRP3r8V34urjh_TIhYllDWjEyTvpXC9XI_5g0PzWpN-fhp5B2khxa4tzq_nbv1XyxKw1pGlccIuijeYkSpN-HEUWeQZZerVA/w296-h640/IMG_5441.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPqRziHiGFhswvIeL5EKSBnzGucV89ECzZVeuH8Ju0AK5T9IwydtDYLNOk23_-rUynNlyBMWfz8x6nsHZ4DIcgEsh5_F32Z8pxt5aZCj39PFD-8esosf5euPVkARPiQfOIEa3b5MN8nVzNTKcIiJ7Fx8VJbaaYJBWP1K_UGH8f5wGrz3uD7mX3g/s1792/IMG_5442.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPqRziHiGFhswvIeL5EKSBnzGucV89ECzZVeuH8Ju0AK5T9IwydtDYLNOk23_-rUynNlyBMWfz8x6nsHZ4DIcgEsh5_F32Z8pxt5aZCj39PFD-8esosf5euPVkARPiQfOIEa3b5MN8nVzNTKcIiJ7Fx8VJbaaYJBWP1K_UGH8f5wGrz3uD7mX3g/w296-h640/IMG_5442.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait a minute! He passed by our street! He's at the roundabout near our house! Where's he going?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMbAs2Xs0cgrSyEZxTmpLimW1uG3XM70cs04QLQp1usxEsQvJHh3oDlEgLBrqSoFphQsd-BoXTIRDrmZL2zTh4f8Gjyp00nULYMOMWkQi4Kvu_qaGwHpzqSGxPCIlf7NVGquB4fCl4GaZSY7hUvwrgJ3uREXIn2nRd5Sm6CKQCioEaSUy85MFcw/s1792/IMG_5443.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyMbAs2Xs0cgrSyEZxTmpLimW1uG3XM70cs04QLQp1usxEsQvJHh3oDlEgLBrqSoFphQsd-BoXTIRDrmZL2zTh4f8Gjyp00nULYMOMWkQi4Kvu_qaGwHpzqSGxPCIlf7NVGquB4fCl4GaZSY7hUvwrgJ3uREXIn2nRd5Sm6CKQCioEaSUy85MFcw/w296-h640/IMG_5443.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now he's passed our neighborhood! Stop! Where are you going? Did you have permission? Does he need to have our permission? How did we handle this with Benaiah? I don't remember.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMpjKnDPlZ_ZKYcHP3YsvsDIMm62U0yVEVCPuVbh2DAnOdMrNhYvSVXMA61FW_f_Jkfyt05kYgSgwBjlV8LgN48OLvVba-db-YwYP5LH6XNt9Cc3AoQ6MIcx6QkRreY65I-Aq8iFAHNv4GOZyG1UMbgkN1ZnzO_3RPfvyDNWV__8nwxhQGcloXg/s1792/IMG_5444.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMpjKnDPlZ_ZKYcHP3YsvsDIMm62U0yVEVCPuVbh2DAnOdMrNhYvSVXMA61FW_f_Jkfyt05kYgSgwBjlV8LgN48OLvVba-db-YwYP5LH6XNt9Cc3AoQ6MIcx6QkRreY65I-Aq8iFAHNv4GOZyG1UMbgkN1ZnzO_3RPfvyDNWV__8nwxhQGcloXg/w296-h640/IMG_5444.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, it's his favorite store he was after. CVS. Gotcha. I'll let it slide.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCV0e59u0lWTOorY2yX6vhgmuz6ktKnNiWOrJ2d6yQNIaTGAXOLtN7reDxFEp7alwlzqQMR7Xg4AdNIo1PiHw61mGg8cbItjhOIyTLs4oa-d6mFuDVtIdYlvQvF6IW5z3HSpiCypExLaDsYQK1Up8kl6aQn8rI4Y-hBFtY_KwflhdX2Myttbo7eQ/s1792/IMG_5445.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCV0e59u0lWTOorY2yX6vhgmuz6ktKnNiWOrJ2d6yQNIaTGAXOLtN7reDxFEp7alwlzqQMR7Xg4AdNIo1PiHw61mGg8cbItjhOIyTLs4oa-d6mFuDVtIdYlvQvF6IW5z3HSpiCypExLaDsYQK1Up8kl6aQn8rI4Y-hBFtY_KwflhdX2Myttbo7eQ/w296-h640/IMG_5445.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And he's back!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9gCZwEMQoIRPuArm56kajUJaU1RmW4xJpu9j0I8TIaS4IsLTKkBSZYumD96frKLvPbG-asaC588D9kFfNAtxkWq4qd5G7fk67yZN4YtXohHrPftwhYE5HeYmw6xCFK_VV7ZUB2aDQmU1TIu5Pl2KJ-s7uR78Vw_CEBm-2htQkThjFRo0ay0s-g/s3520/IMG_5446.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9gCZwEMQoIRPuArm56kajUJaU1RmW4xJpu9j0I8TIaS4IsLTKkBSZYumD96frKLvPbG-asaC588D9kFfNAtxkWq4qd5G7fk67yZN4YtXohHrPftwhYE5HeYmw6xCFK_VV7ZUB2aDQmU1TIu5Pl2KJ-s7uR78Vw_CEBm-2htQkThjFRo0ay0s-g/w360-h640/IMG_5446.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's back safe and sound! And here comes Benaiah for a chat, too! All 4 of OUR vehicles in the driveway and all 4 of OUR kids in the house, for a few minutes at least, lol. We can't wait to see how high our bill goes after we add Justin on it! We just paid our car insurance bill so this should be quite interesting. Hm,......<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwIIjs8RwWE5D-qT23i7FnON3hK5uaoqI9o_vlqHMt9i-oIZcoXNlKOSo9jnqlRRpUfVoaDP_W-YU4Ubv5iyw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0Pwu3engpSxt6f7DcF04X8tH9b5BFy-hhg8NEVyRl5OBgh6IO1JGOsFKIft780VAPMv0i_it6kcgwaNxElg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Thursday - </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Friday - </p><p> - Park Day at Southeastway and only Brenda, Kellie, Collin's dad, and the other new family who is about to have a baby came. It was decent weather but quickly warmed up. I almost didn't get Abishai there. There wasn't many kids his age, but he played a little bit. The port a potty had been pushed over, and the permanent bathroom is further away, so I actually waited to use the bathroom until we got home. That meant we didn't stay as long as we usually do. Plus Kellie had to get home and I think everyone just seemed lethargic and tired this week. Collin's mom didn't come because she hurt her back at work. So Collin had been up at night hanging out with her when she couldn't sleep.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - </p><p>- My hero is at it again. He's making the kids get things done and working on his own projects. God bless him. He's been really stepping up to the plate lately. He's making me feel like the lazy one. I feel like I owe him something. I mean this is the kind of man I've wanted for years and years, but I'm not used to it. He's not looking to be rewarded. He's just finally matured. It's very, very attractive. Recently, I got multiple emails about upcoming concerts and all these presales and I had to quickly make some decisions if I was going to get good seats. But they were pretty expensive and I didn't really feel like spending all that money again on concert tickets. So, I decided to skip both Michael W. Smith concerts, the fall tour that was going to be 2-3 hr drive anyway, and the Christmas concert, which was downtown at the Murat Theater but really expensive as always, and bought tickets for us to go see Rend Collective, the Irish worship band Jared liked from the big concert we went to a few years ago. It's just general admission and it's just them, so two tickets doesn't even equal one Michael W. Smith ticket. Jared had just shared one of their songs in our family text string and he often has the cd in the player in the van. The concert is at a church about 1 hr away. Date night! And, special since I'm giving up two very expensive MWS concerts for it. The 4th concert is For King and Country Christmas and it is also expensive but I didn't know if Kellie and Kya would want to go to that. I would love to go to that one. It's downtown. So we'll see.</p><p>- And my hero made a very brave family decision after we learned more details about our trip to Michigan. It was never going to be just Gary and Leah and our family. It was a replacement for Gary's hiking trip, so he had invited that whole group and then kept inviting other people as well. That was not clearly communicated. And because of the many other physical factors for us like sleeping in a tent and driving all that way, and my concern about leaving Socks for that long, and Jared needing electricity for his heating pad, and yes, having to socialize with 5-6 other families that I don't really want to spend 4-5 days with and having to coordinate all that and then just learning yesterday at 4pm that there's a meeting planned right after church on Sunday to discuss the whole trip but no one invited or told us, Jared, as head of household, decided that we aren't going. Ok, I gave him my initial emotional reaction, and then he cut the cord. Say what? Wait a minute, you aren't going to let me stew and come to a more rational decision? Or maybe you were just looking for a way out yourself. Wow, ok. I didn't know you were halfway against the trip. We were going to the upper peninsula which is an 8 hr drive, spending 4 nights in a tent on an air mattress, doing tons of walking, and then driving I guess 8 hrs after walking 5 miles on the bridge. I didn't know that part. I thought we'd spend the night on Labor Day. And I hadn't even been part of the discussion of if we'd walk the whole bridge or not. At least the walking of the bridge, Macinac Island, Ste Saint Marie, etc are there every single year. Jared and I could do it on our own. I honestly don't know if Gary was going to help pay for our part of things like the campsite. So, that's over. I'm relieved, honestly. I'm sure Gary's going to ask if he can take the kids anyway. I don't know the answer to that. Jared said we could camp somewhere around here if we wanted to, and that's definitely something we could do. Well, we have the gear now and I didn't spend a lot for it. No love lost. Oh well. Jared will have to deal with the after math. And Gary and Leah need to realize that we don't want to spend time with all their friends all the time. We don't socialize like that. Less is better. And communication needs to improve. Praise God for a protective husband who has become decisive for me and doesn't make me feel bad when I have a gut feeling. Just as long as I can stand behind him and dodge the arrows and daggers of icy looks that will come my way. </p><p>- In the afternoon, we went swimming on this hot, humid day. I spent a good portion of my swim trying to clean the scum off the bottom of the pool. It's just along the edges and sides but I think I'm going to add some algaecide tonight. The single chlorine tablet has lasted two days so far and will probably last another day or so. Yeah! That's great! I can't wait to add more ph down to it later. We'll see get there. I just need all the chemicals in the house at the same time. Then I'll be able to balance it. And by the time I balance it, it will be time to close it. That's ok. We'll keep learning! I just wish I had better strength to take care of the pool by myself. I had promised Jared I would do all the work, and bless his heart, he's helping me out by cleaning up all the sand sentiment that is still in there from the filter, and now we've got other floatie things, which I think are the leaves disintegrating finally, and we found the algae that I scrubbed today. He even had to push the filter handle for me to backwash and rinse the sand in the filter. My arms are sore from trying to pull off the solar cover and then cleaning the pool and of course playing in it. Grrrr. I guess I had thought I would get more help from Justin and Keturah. I didn't think Justin wouldn't get in. And Keturah hasn't been getting in as much as I thought she would either. And Abishai won't know how either. I'm a bit disappointed that the pool has now gotten so dirty over the last few days. I've got to work diligently this week to clean it. </p><p>- But, we did have fun making whirlpools, throwing balls as bombs, and swimming after each other, just the three of us. I wanted to be near Jared again today and I got to be. Nothing beats lots of hugs and cuddles on the weekend when you hardly get any during the week. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKR49gkxQkiBINLC-Z0YQlyIb8V3f-iCfe8kyriO98ydN2yxROQlD6Y5VosiIkyB4blqYHEexEJt176B0I3f16NDbg2Wpibwlyinni-MwTw7-MqssW_AGpmbOWrNmSYkLeM9ZawAH_vor__Nz4uY2cFAyopsfwNY3ibRlGJKzt2RpgGrxw2mA3XQ/s4032/IMG_5470.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKR49gkxQkiBINLC-Z0YQlyIb8V3f-iCfe8kyriO98ydN2yxROQlD6Y5VosiIkyB4blqYHEexEJt176B0I3f16NDbg2Wpibwlyinni-MwTw7-MqssW_AGpmbOWrNmSYkLeM9ZawAH_vor__Nz4uY2cFAyopsfwNY3ibRlGJKzt2RpgGrxw2mA3XQ/s320/IMG_5470.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Daddy Day! Learning how to make eggy toast with Daddy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5P1kzD2bf-Bs-3M0ZNW9t2tgn7n3J_SpxYzUEUpJFFINtkI-cqZnB94ordm1ndwRGri2wJOVf0IlQv4sIl4dd3EaT0QSMRTl3X705Wl-idkbxbpWTQOWC4IhQXH09AYwWknTFT50UY4jhtDtS_97DIevwSo18Fj2SIxWysQBz7FkkikbdBx_Hhw/s4032/IMG_5471.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5P1kzD2bf-Bs-3M0ZNW9t2tgn7n3J_SpxYzUEUpJFFINtkI-cqZnB94ordm1ndwRGri2wJOVf0IlQv4sIl4dd3EaT0QSMRTl3X705Wl-idkbxbpWTQOWC4IhQXH09AYwWknTFT50UY4jhtDtS_97DIevwSo18Fj2SIxWysQBz7FkkikbdBx_Hhw/s320/IMG_5471.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinosaury has a new friend! Meet, well, I don't think he has a name yet, but it's a triceratops backrest pillow I got Abishai from Aldi because I couldn't find what I wanted. He had seen it in the ad, and then I told myself no when I got groceries, so when we went in a second time, I said yes because the first thing he talked about using it for was read aloud time. Awwww. He's already laid all over it, used it in his yellow chair as a pillow, and on the couch to read.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK8yYK4TUHWhXEfHq2z86F7Ov5Re0fVmBlJ_lH1h9iXT_dBPd70VEj_3B7xxYK0ZJxA3iKWFM3Gg2iJxBUxrwnL5s6EBEYtSdcxDAEPPYMX8n4Y0wJSxcurHgGNtMmAuTGUyzivikOCsSGTFjRU5P_kKN41ART8dtw6DsEiP7w_oqbD4Zi3qH5Q/s4032/IMG_5472.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxK8yYK4TUHWhXEfHq2z86F7Ov5Re0fVmBlJ_lH1h9iXT_dBPd70VEj_3B7xxYK0ZJxA3iKWFM3Gg2iJxBUxrwnL5s6EBEYtSdcxDAEPPYMX8n4Y0wJSxcurHgGNtMmAuTGUyzivikOCsSGTFjRU5P_kKN41ART8dtw6DsEiP7w_oqbD4Zi3qH5Q/s320/IMG_5472.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black Cherry ice cream in a cone for breakfast! Because he was a good boy and had eggy toast first. You are so spoiled kid!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi5a70o69HuXtbF1UcXJELis_QyEe-3zCLK4O1Aj3Z4MqrkAkpMNx6Pqq5DUVEzIBUfzKen1CL-cvdOisnph4So3uLHIJ_hxYeHU8YmQEVbQQ4LmQUQjUNIZ04ufBK2ATNJcAToUtxH1hemEArwq_AXWfiBwkDCgKXLQhnjh7oa2upYwVEd7UMA/s3520/IMG_5473.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgi5a70o69HuXtbF1UcXJELis_QyEe-3zCLK4O1Aj3Z4MqrkAkpMNx6Pqq5DUVEzIBUfzKen1CL-cvdOisnph4So3uLHIJ_hxYeHU8YmQEVbQQ4LmQUQjUNIZ04ufBK2ATNJcAToUtxH1hemEArwq_AXWfiBwkDCgKXLQhnjh7oa2upYwVEd7UMA/s320/IMG_5473.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to learn a two wheeled bike going downhill is difficult. We'll have to do more practicing on the street, I'm sure.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi9Mkzru6k5DqF73IXYeeQJ3jabk_Qb4sPd9FGeAiafcychvaZEaDNkZfNdrj3WlqhdU7sv1s9TzMpksy-lYfv7J6W87wvI1S1nl5LOAvHRwSC__ZWieNDtH5x_-FzaKfDyE8trECtbzvf5k4y_ysL7XGG7C-e30mLndzt1a90lyXisioD0Zc9A/s3520/IMG_5474.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHi9Mkzru6k5DqF73IXYeeQJ3jabk_Qb4sPd9FGeAiafcychvaZEaDNkZfNdrj3WlqhdU7sv1s9TzMpksy-lYfv7J6W87wvI1S1nl5LOAvHRwSC__ZWieNDtH5x_-FzaKfDyE8trECtbzvf5k4y_ysL7XGG7C-e30mLndzt1a90lyXisioD0Zc9A/s320/IMG_5474.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's not too sure about all of this. And it's been a long time since Jared taught the others. I think we'll try something else soon.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwri8xzZc6VTez-QS7Xef79dDv0hsfGT5jop_0ZM4xxKMriBiTNSt-C5AHzQC4kzL7MzgAYJkXmDO17kngBiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p>Sunday - Regrets</p><p>- Oh how I hate days like this! I overdid it in the pool yesterday! I need one of those hats I can wear in the pool. Yes, like a darn baby. I woke up with a horrible migraine. Well, I think it's because I hit my head directly into a piece of wood sticking out over the recycling basket. I literally went from being fine to crying and being mad in a second. I was actually going to be more teasingly mad, but Jared thought I was really mad. It just hurt sooooo much. And Abishai had hit me in the same spot a day earlier with his tablet because he wasn't looking where he was going and I was laying down on the green couch. So between my normal late bedtime, deep sleep and dreams, being outside in the pool and playing hard in the sun so I had really sore muscles, I woke up in a lot of pain. I felt woozy. And I have a couple of friends who have legitimate concussions, so I'm more aware of it being a thing. I mean, I used my whole body force to slam my head. I did eat an ice cream bar before bed as well, so I thought I could have had a stomach ache still from that, but that's not usually the case. And the wooziness and sleepiness lasted all morning today. I couldn't look at my phone. I couldn't stay awake to listen to the sermon. I felt ill even eating toast or drinking tea. I managed to put baked potatoes and fish into the oven when Jared texted me at 11:30am as the lunch idea. I didn't wake up again until 1pm when everyone came home from church.</p><p>- I hate being sick like that. I had to stay in the house all day out of the sun. I finally went out about 7:30pm to check pool chemicals. I used the other testing kit and actually what I thought was high pH was lower pH so I didn't add anything tonight besides more clarifier because the water was still murky. I think we'll have to try to vacuum up the aglae now that it is neutralized, but I don't know how because the suction is weak. Maybe Jared will have to carefully go in first and suction the bottom without disturbing the whole thing. I don't know. But there's that. At least it's been neutralized and it's not green. My soreness did eventually ease up. But the headache is still there. I haven't drank enough water today. I've barely functioned. I HATE migraines. I HATE chronic illness. I HATE relying on Jared so much for the simple things like taking kids to places. Keturah went to see her small group friends for a couple of hours this afternoon. I wish I could have done one of the trips. </p><p>- BUT, Justin was able to drive himself to and from youth group all by himself and not wreck my car! You should have seen the grin on his face as he left! It was priceless! He'll wave me off, but he also won't yell at me when I get my phone out to photograph him either. He did practice using the truck around the neighborhood today, which is good because he needs to use it in the morning to get to work because Jared and I need our vehicles tomorrow. But we let him take my car all the way to New Pal. He did fine. Smooth is what he called it. Smooth like Han Solo flying his spaceship. Um, I don't remember that being a smooth ride. And as I have been starved for adult interaction the last few days, I had a one way conversation with myself and the Johnson text string this evening about the adventures of the afternoon and Justin's driving and going on a tangent about Han Solo and Justin being like him. I mean, Justin has the haircut, the chaotic lifestyle, the always getting in trouble because he doesn't know what he's doing, and he says, "I know." a lot. Oh, and then he told me that he doesn't need Chewbecca as a side kick, aka, Daddy and I are Chewbecca, all growly and hairy and yelling at Han Solo about his driving. Thanks, kid. It was nice to at least transport one less kid today when I was sick.</p><p>- Jared didn't take a nap though as I suspected. He did, however, start a painting project in the little bathroom and he won't share with me what that's all about. That wasn't planned. Meanwhile, I put a window dressing up in our bedroom and some photos of us when we were young. He also finished the red J again and put wheels on the bottom of it. Keturah did a little bit of mowing. Abishai had his usual screen time plus he and Keturah and Daddy finished Thor: The Dark World. They also all swam this evening. </p><p>- I told myself I will start planning school tomorrow, but that will depend on how I feel after driving to Brownsburg for a homeschool playdate meet and greet and how my headache is doing. Tuesday might be a better day. I lost a day today when I couldn't do much. It sucks big time. I couldn't read, I couldn't do anything on my phone, I couldn't type, I could hardly move. I just slept and only because everyone was gone and it was quiet. I did check my lists and got to check off a few more summer things. So we did do some stuff. Oh, and I guess there's a couple of things I need to do tomorrow like send a gift to Stefanie for her birthday. I think I need to set some deadlines, too. But I can't even plan anything when I can't look at a screen or think straight when my head hurts like this. It sucks. But tomorrow is a new day.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgPGZu97opKe5ZweevFhq2J2er44iGmbO_YHtSnmZ-vwW4fxHGRD9H4yferRzDGa4S7_7zjDbPxnIiw5Xl3i8NlkrCFlsYNV1mjDIybZdefIBJnADbtzeslAC4tYUfBq2Ir1L-ViEJAe3GjnI4m_0gSQNWoug3LWw9k-5L0W64D7sN8Q661q3ow/s1472/83B0CC93-6C57-4A5C-AC04-B7402BE358FD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTgPGZu97opKe5ZweevFhq2J2er44iGmbO_YHtSnmZ-vwW4fxHGRD9H4yferRzDGa4S7_7zjDbPxnIiw5Xl3i8NlkrCFlsYNV1mjDIybZdefIBJnADbtzeslAC4tYUfBq2Ir1L-ViEJAe3GjnI4m_0gSQNWoug3LWw9k-5L0W64D7sN8Q661q3ow/w360-h640/83B0CC93-6C57-4A5C-AC04-B7402BE358FD.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's just say this is in response to the one thing Jared shared with me about today's sermon that I didn't actually listen to. But really, Enneagram 6's are very critical of themselves first and foremost anyways. They don't need anyone else to do it. So this Instagram account is one of THE best accounts because it's constantly affirming the positives that we have.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfkOeeuChwiUHdMDYjGRC1fGt0pNlnUe6L9u71NPO5RLZ_Wi0vOEzBKsjblK9v21lGivzggB-E_B6RvMNdtD3qFOzTaDL1WZiHGAcodL_tMZgSFiSSqHjRapBbjRWrMy_1SkeZP_xlFP9HvWXvTmoXMBopEm0d3ZrOWZUdn8eHywpa77CZ5uLUw/s4032/IMG_5478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfkOeeuChwiUHdMDYjGRC1fGt0pNlnUe6L9u71NPO5RLZ_Wi0vOEzBKsjblK9v21lGivzggB-E_B6RvMNdtD3qFOzTaDL1WZiHGAcodL_tMZgSFiSSqHjRapBbjRWrMy_1SkeZP_xlFP9HvWXvTmoXMBopEm0d3ZrOWZUdn8eHywpa77CZ5uLUw/w640-h480/IMG_5478.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooooo, I actually did get up to something today. And I styled my DIY project just for you! I did not actually use the glue gun. But this is proof that I own one. I think I do have a bigger one somewhere. But this little guy does the trick and I pull it out maybe once a year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_WBSYxVAq4gYBanz6zm7EzCUg2I2bLXi7Yrf91j0Sz_SODuF-7iHybuHDYwZQ_BBI6Bc_2JVBvIdozpvw9muJMNQjnSBGPDZH3MAvO81Na4G_OXMGpHRtzhEGqPxzlyUvMQt_Ipjwg8F0OkHeV6nCFLjDDudRWZKCOKYAdmPAxU140WZkY4KoA/s4032/IMG_5479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO_WBSYxVAq4gYBanz6zm7EzCUg2I2bLXi7Yrf91j0Sz_SODuF-7iHybuHDYwZQ_BBI6Bc_2JVBvIdozpvw9muJMNQjnSBGPDZH3MAvO81Na4G_OXMGpHRtzhEGqPxzlyUvMQt_Ipjwg8F0OkHeV6nCFLjDDudRWZKCOKYAdmPAxU140WZkY4KoA/s320/IMG_5479.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I totally pulled this off with the twine and the flowers themselves. I totally impressed myself! Way to go, me! No hot glue needed! I didn't want to glue everything down because I might want to put the flowers back around the candle holders again since they were part of the mother's candles of the unity candle set. Again, I'm impressed that I got it together in just a few minutes and a few knots of some twine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbt1wj6GeJFviuR6t9hR-CST86lP_eLOBF21dVY_iCb6abT01_zkd2o1nmScnI8awVgYHJZ78LJMYxxo8u_pMzJccr7OC1P5A7ruZvizIv4DNlfOqOk3DxY4QFCQWP9aJEJr4njmPG4aTWok3vn0HXg9uzQwFdZCjySzoZV8mm_Q9KQ3JdGtq2Q/s4032/IMG_5480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbt1wj6GeJFviuR6t9hR-CST86lP_eLOBF21dVY_iCb6abT01_zkd2o1nmScnI8awVgYHJZ78LJMYxxo8u_pMzJccr7OC1P5A7ruZvizIv4DNlfOqOk3DxY4QFCQWP9aJEJr4njmPG4aTWok3vn0HXg9uzQwFdZCjySzoZV8mm_Q9KQ3JdGtq2Q/w640-h480/IMG_5480.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before: This is what our bedroom windows have looked like for 5 years. I wanted to put blinds up because of privacy but unless you have the lights on at night, Jared reassures me you can't see in. And for me and my height, they are high up enough that you can't see anything anyway. We haven't opened these windows in a couple of years because of allergies. We do open the side window if we want to use the whole house fan. I didn't put anything on that window because I didn't want to crowd up the corner. Also, this is supposed to be my crafting corner. Jared took it over during Covid. I finally removed the extra dining room chair, a tub of clothes I brought in over a year ago, and other misc things that had got dumped here. I'm supposed to be able to scrapbook in here, thus the beautiful desk I purchased a year after we moved in here. The bins hold my handicraft supplies like knitting and plastic canvas and extra cross stitch stuff, as well as scrapbook stuff. I have tons and tons and tons of Creative Memories supplies from when I sold it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBYRqbfUHVktqM2rawegOK5o0XqLNBtEe8g_qG9fi5f4ElwDunp6lMA_wrsQhDUlst6Q3lTZxr39n-OsB2IgG_KAJPUGitfbzQE3f7gFg7xjfK6UcpgmSb-ll5QT1cqI8lw0QOZpR5Tbn2W7ayvwfJ0Qy1xDmXvheimCBAnWSI2p7z26Am664yg/s4032/IMG_5483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBYRqbfUHVktqM2rawegOK5o0XqLNBtEe8g_qG9fi5f4ElwDunp6lMA_wrsQhDUlst6Q3lTZxr39n-OsB2IgG_KAJPUGitfbzQE3f7gFg7xjfK6UcpgmSb-ll5QT1cqI8lw0QOZpR5Tbn2W7ayvwfJ0Qy1xDmXvheimCBAnWSI2p7z26Am664yg/w640-h480/IMG_5483.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Voila! Done! I had to really work on the right side because I was a little off in my figuring, but I did it! I used the previous nail and rod holders and some string to attach to them because our walls are old fashioned original to the house plaster and you can't use push pins in them, which is my go to. You can't even use nails that well. I just realized by looking at this that it is whimsical because of the diamond pattern on the windows, like medieval windows. I have loved that part of the house. There is tons of things I really don't like about this house, but it was the best find we could find in the housing market 5 years ago. But the lt green sheer fabric with the "forest" behind it does say "cottage." Nice! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHP0SxhY_5oo8pz_5QvWf6qQgjhIvk9vNnTmJfimswCW_wCFDQd7WKFpdgFGNVv_vlIpE7vI3g4McQiTr85flooKf1kQNzGJtcQ_6r8WJd2qKF82EXJ99MZCRHqif1szSKhiXdADCnF7XA1Cf381Fa6qdWBYovEjF0d-WVsAA_nM3s-70H3VzuA/s4032/IMG_5484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHP0SxhY_5oo8pz_5QvWf6qQgjhIvk9vNnTmJfimswCW_wCFDQd7WKFpdgFGNVv_vlIpE7vI3g4McQiTr85flooKf1kQNzGJtcQ_6r8WJd2qKF82EXJ99MZCRHqif1szSKhiXdADCnF7XA1Cf381Fa6qdWBYovEjF0d-WVsAA_nM3s-70H3VzuA/w480-h640/IMG_5484.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The clock is from Jared's ministry ordination in 2011. As you can see, we have lots of mature trees in our mature 1960's neighborhood. I don't think Jared ever wanted blinds on this window anyways because it faces east and he likes to be woken up by the sun. His window in his bedroom growing up also faced east.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUrVOUNnokqhk3XuOLTd6DNfsIP---cZefkS3D5z9yWw5UMCFnGE2KaS4nzlLsexoIU0DsKgmlYZSNF6yWpcCfcDhNSvo9DQdZddTms837KY7tVlPpMnmgRoIh8rOft6h8yZrmxKSFKlly1xf7LKVPGHHQrUjsZHfj11gZ7fvnX5yuzdqZleb5g/s4032/IMG_5485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUrVOUNnokqhk3XuOLTd6DNfsIP---cZefkS3D5z9yWw5UMCFnGE2KaS4nzlLsexoIU0DsKgmlYZSNF6yWpcCfcDhNSvo9DQdZddTms837KY7tVlPpMnmgRoIh8rOft6h8yZrmxKSFKlly1xf7LKVPGHHQrUjsZHfj11gZ7fvnX5yuzdqZleb5g/w480-h640/IMG_5485.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's the little bouquet in place.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFhglRndn4n6Q56pn8t9rIZ7PN-4J14Tv0YGeIVryq-k0Ir3DqRJPEuZm8_ijlBPF1XBxfeFJsFYZqw0svfn8tOa17KhwGKMZRAIYBWk20e4zSDdmEI9gV9ChR-Xql2LnRF01y5Snt9yxJ5OwSoNy2rTS_tsQQgH8e_KI215TcJGers2UWckMyg/s3520/IMG_5487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaFhglRndn4n6Q56pn8t9rIZ7PN-4J14Tv0YGeIVryq-k0Ir3DqRJPEuZm8_ijlBPF1XBxfeFJsFYZqw0svfn8tOa17KhwGKMZRAIYBWk20e4zSDdmEI9gV9ChR-Xql2LnRF01y5Snt9yxJ5OwSoNy2rTS_tsQQgH8e_KI215TcJGers2UWckMyg/w360-h640/IMG_5487.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin driving off for the first time to the New Pal youth group. He drove around the block a lot in the truck to practice the stick shift, but we aren't comfortable just yet for him to be on the big roads with it. So, he took my car. He had a big grin on his face as he got in. It was a little less scary for me to let him go this time. It's a 10-15 minute drive to New Pal and all backroads along farm fields.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHnbeXzX2WExKGixS64zJDF6olD6TJoi6KR7glUza7ZLi_objtdPnPIzysCso2AAOx7la91SWLo_BFOWyxXV9_OPPFr3oKT9C4pzBF5dYzN5az6qYAnFASsFZMrO9OtU_LxCbwL64D_-9prGwGx-Jcs9rmutsM1cZJsm5cEORBxDZJzI8CHQpBw/s3520/IMG_5488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlHnbeXzX2WExKGixS64zJDF6olD6TJoi6KR7glUza7ZLi_objtdPnPIzysCso2AAOx7la91SWLo_BFOWyxXV9_OPPFr3oKT9C4pzBF5dYzN5az6qYAnFASsFZMrO9OtU_LxCbwL64D_-9prGwGx-Jcs9rmutsM1cZJsm5cEORBxDZJzI8CHQpBw/w360-h640/IMG_5488.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Off he goes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyh7DGiAWNCM7B2HbbUSoErod_z7letgy1QqdwOmDYu_taLc8YyTgVhm4j2MCfYhA-MVDEWPbBOcSxf1XTdpg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVVGSuZ5O-JDbX-I8TsHEtHHoBh_W-8N5e5pPAVCPryjPiUCMdKW_U3Jty5_W0h1795BI5dtzT9tHm0qExENDt90Ymonst8Vakr0fUADUnybaglrULEmVN-AXIIsEq5jnBrwNEZYqR27QflVE8vE6Hz2D0cBlBu1DtfGWcK5swQTQqVLVuZ3Q5w/s4032/IMG_5490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOVVGSuZ5O-JDbX-I8TsHEtHHoBh_W-8N5e5pPAVCPryjPiUCMdKW_U3Jty5_W0h1795BI5dtzT9tHm0qExENDt90Ymonst8Vakr0fUADUnybaglrULEmVN-AXIIsEq5jnBrwNEZYqR27QflVE8vE6Hz2D0cBlBu1DtfGWcK5swQTQqVLVuZ3Q5w/w480-h640/IMG_5490.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared finally finished this project! He's been repairing and repainting this J all summer long. We found this paint when we were looking for paint for the big bathroom in April. It's called "100 mph." We knew we didn't want it in the bathroom, but Jared wanted to use it on something. Well, other wives would say it doesn't quite match the decor of the porch or the brick wall or whatever. But I knew he was thinking about how Abishai said those words, "100 mph" when he was 3 and running around and I didn't want it used anywhere else, and really, what a statement piece. All I have to say to people is, "Look for the bright red J on the front porch. You can't miss it." Jared also put wheels on it now so it's not so hard to move around! And they are red, too! The paint wasn't rated for outdoor use, so Jared had to put even more glossy clear coat on it. This bad boy is not going to need paint for a really long time now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9bPSoThstoxgCk-zuGZ5bdp5KrZmpWuAVHOP6RQTB2P7GZQDGy7G5EisIwrtASNVm31AsJt5OKelVhKuhK7GYnrqI9pChCR6842D4Dcg_gshvW5tI6Eg7kkcl927Cbh_GM8a8iNI8zlxdofSJHzIKT0uJxVBdqS6tc3Mc05dmX3fysDmiFaozA/s4032/IMG_5491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9bPSoThstoxgCk-zuGZ5bdp5KrZmpWuAVHOP6RQTB2P7GZQDGy7G5EisIwrtASNVm31AsJt5OKelVhKuhK7GYnrqI9pChCR6842D4Dcg_gshvW5tI6Eg7kkcl927Cbh_GM8a8iNI8zlxdofSJHzIKT0uJxVBdqS6tc3Mc05dmX3fysDmiFaozA/w640-h480/IMG_5491.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet wheels!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyYX_wckf_HsRZ0crgnhLNBg787MDKMJKp-oLg_-vMq4jm7Ot_5UXgmgrtzOQSs2ugAy0CAgt2Vfjse8mA7Dlxz-U_JDkcI1vZIuyUHO4tFOtVW5G0mGNg01eA3x2WUCJ8mNVpSyzTHQIQZqyPmmLVdo_aPbsAavVZv5IZyqL9rO3HcrXeUSFGw/s4032/IMG_5492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyYX_wckf_HsRZ0crgnhLNBg787MDKMJKp-oLg_-vMq4jm7Ot_5UXgmgrtzOQSs2ugAy0CAgt2Vfjse8mA7Dlxz-U_JDkcI1vZIuyUHO4tFOtVW5G0mGNg01eA3x2WUCJ8mNVpSyzTHQIQZqyPmmLVdo_aPbsAavVZv5IZyqL9rO3HcrXeUSFGw/w640-h480/IMG_5492.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also added some photos to the bookcase in our room. I hadn't displayed any wedding photos besides our wedding album in our house. It was about time. My last summer bucket list item was to make our bedroom more inviting, less cluttered, and less like a dumpster. And yes, there's still dust on there, but there will always be dust so I left that for another day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4PQYhG7aplwfBeW7mTb7aOzg_ZFvT2Z48f6Bzt-h1Hx8p_18f4ZNLh88GI2ckrEv21oF_ujGxtDRezFbKbGETxKVutJpyQxdp_a10uEbNdKLy5Lr2jxwjUUp8bszzXzqPzG4Wz92gozAFk_zaWq-7C19fd4pE-cYB7G9Rit2LX2dG0Tw82fbWg/s4032/IMG_5493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB4PQYhG7aplwfBeW7mTb7aOzg_ZFvT2Z48f6Bzt-h1Hx8p_18f4ZNLh88GI2ckrEv21oF_ujGxtDRezFbKbGETxKVutJpyQxdp_a10uEbNdKLy5Lr2jxwjUUp8bszzXzqPzG4Wz92gozAFk_zaWq-7C19fd4pE-cYB7G9Rit2LX2dG0Tw82fbWg/s320/IMG_5493.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Parenting win/fail. Abishai enjoyed his afternoon playing Lego Marvel and being oh so comfy with his $15 new stuffie backrest friend. I just KNEW he would eventually put it in the yellow chair!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTuXJNMdrx8UVkb-ejmfaoZVE6dUAScjJj4Ct8tdhfuev2k2WDwiWscdDMYRePeR0YYF0a8K8ej7uVfg0_bM3sOhtcK-wD-JujEhspdXu4MJLoeeDKRVKgzxCyU3m30QNDcZt6tQLXo-ZQyj8oD8GM_5-nq0jhaTNIr7YiFAO_oSONRHIOne78w/s4032/IMG_5494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdTuXJNMdrx8UVkb-ejmfaoZVE6dUAScjJj4Ct8tdhfuev2k2WDwiWscdDMYRePeR0YYF0a8K8ej7uVfg0_bM3sOhtcK-wD-JujEhspdXu4MJLoeeDKRVKgzxCyU3m30QNDcZt6tQLXo-ZQyj8oD8GM_5-nq0jhaTNIr7YiFAO_oSONRHIOne78w/w480-h640/IMG_5494.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uber comfy gamer.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv_iPKWLi0y0o-oans8CHEfrV53-swHsmY7hZBgwFH1dyuwC9pGzAN12JszeqzfmjoIiUlLMZic22AdS7n1AFm7e8gXggVjdITAePIYjAj1al_wqAZQ99OTg9KpaehMlghsT9GcpvV5RnIZ2uh5Om6bnztzjj29Ik3XWctrK4EY-hTM3HPunhQQ/s4032/IMG_5497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAv_iPKWLi0y0o-oans8CHEfrV53-swHsmY7hZBgwFH1dyuwC9pGzAN12JszeqzfmjoIiUlLMZic22AdS7n1AFm7e8gXggVjdITAePIYjAj1al_wqAZQ99OTg9KpaehMlghsT9GcpvV5RnIZ2uh5Om6bnztzjj29Ik3XWctrK4EY-hTM3HPunhQQ/w300-h400/IMG_5497.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a DIY we did NOT discuss. What are you doing in here? Why all the painter's tape? Why two different kinds? And why up the side of the vanity? I don't want my vanity changed. Boy! Stop it! When he said to trust him earlier and he had a blue color in his paint pot I thought he was going to paint some parts for a new cabinet in the big bathroom. He said he was taping something off. I hadn't been in this bathroom all afternoon. Um, what the heck!? Stop. Just stop. At first, I was like, ok maybe he's just doing the border there, but now that I'm looking at this picture, I realize he might be doing the vanity. Um, no, now I really do need to step in. You can't undo that if I don't like it. Back it up, boy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu7m4QWuEVpZ7eoiJ2ZYyxKe2NC6nxhA-5xUIN6d028KzhuqF9ud6XXSHFYy8W6I8NWrBgQDWB21kiKgzBn1Vm82PKcqK3yjQx9Xe0QJsKQsYDzahb_eZuTS3yf8Dru3rIXiqw0dOoGxnFaRdBP3KNhMlMt-PmQ4DUBQSLcC3a04qF-aTAfxqJQ/s4032/IMG_5498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu7m4QWuEVpZ7eoiJ2ZYyxKe2NC6nxhA-5xUIN6d028KzhuqF9ud6XXSHFYy8W6I8NWrBgQDWB21kiKgzBn1Vm82PKcqK3yjQx9Xe0QJsKQsYDzahb_eZuTS3yf8Dru3rIXiqw0dOoGxnFaRdBP3KNhMlMt-PmQ4DUBQSLcC3a04qF-aTAfxqJQ/w480-h640/IMG_5498.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new driver has returned! In one piece! And the vehicle is also in one piece! Yeah! He says, "I'm the best navigator. I'm Han Solo!" as he walked back out the door because he forgot something in the vehicle. Justin! You are such a goofball! And as far as I can remember, Han Solo was exactly the opposite of a smooth pilot. So, that started a whole host of memes I sent Justin. He does have Solo's haircut, confused look, catch phrases like, "I know," and demure smile. And he has a fluffy side kick, Chewbecca/Socks. So, he could pull off Han Solo. Maybe. Anyway, I'm glad he made it there and back, safe and sound. My 2nd born is on the road! Crazy! Two down, two to go! Freedom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_AMvvZD44h3zaR4mHcv_5H80tMswWkIwDoLL2lN-2mSWpudB3fqgBISN8vzv-FQ1uWBNc_uQeQhOrH551sg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p> </p><p>The End<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-74313881391182442442022-10-30T22:13:00.000-03:002022-10-30T22:13:08.806-03:00Year 7, July 25th-31st, 2022: The Missing Week aka The Beginning of the End<p> Monday through Sunday</p><p>- I typed not a word this week. And how did it feel? Pretty good actually. Actually, I did have to type words for the IAHE Newsletter and I had to prepare documents for an IAHE event on Saturday. </p><p>3 months later....... <br /></p><p>- This marks the beginning of the end of the J6 Blog as it has been for the last 6 years since returning from Prince Edward Island. Life has taken a turn where I am become burned out on many things, including rushing to remember daily life. It is currently 3 months from when this blog post was supposed to be published. I have tried to keep up here and there and after this post there are some nearly complete blog posts that you will see. However, there are some weeks where I didn't do anything. I didn't write anything or upload photos or videos. Now, I have backed up everything. And I might have updated my status to Facebook and written some memories there. In fact, I've been enjoying the more instant feedback of Facebook again. And I've contemplated just going back to making photo albums there with captions. Platforms have improved and printing services have come along that will print the captions, too, instead of just making digital photobooks on a separate website. So, I might have other options to accomplish my goals in sharing out stories.</p><p>- That being said, for these last 3 months worth of blog posts, I plan to carefully post what I have written, and try to fill in some gaps as I have time. I will publish the posts, and going forward, I will just upload and caption photos instead of narrating a complete day by day journal. Because there's still some funny moments to share. And field trips that are pretty cool that we go on. As I write this, Keturah is finally on that Israel trip I was supposed to go on! </p><p>- So bear with me, as I figure out where I stopped and what gaps I want to fill. I won't publish everything all at once. I will trickle them out a few per day over the coming weeks. I don't like incomplete projects. I'm ok with incomplete posts, but not the fact that I haven't published them, and can't move on because of everything being jumbled on my side of the blog. Now that life has settled down a bit, November seems like a good time to catch everyone up to speed.</p><p>- So sit back and relax, and enjoy whatever it is I was able to produce. This will be a run ride we're on, I'm sure of it! I'm sure it will come to light why life has been so chaotic and how the start of our homeschool year was so jumbled.</p><p>- And for the record, yes, I do have a spreadsheet that tells me what I have left to do on each blog post. And yes, it will be staring me in the face forever taunting me and reminding me of the summer that life went off the rails. And that's 100% ok. I knew I would have to give up the blog at some point. That's why I just let it all happen naturally.....Enjoy!<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-54824133678497647252022-09-05T21:09:00.001-03:002022-09-05T21:09:06.725-03:00Year 7, July 18th-24th, 2022: Playing in the Land of the Living<p> Monday - The Day After</p><p>- It's Monday. Time to get some work done. But first, I needed a shower. Check. And I had to get Abishai's shirt for Tang Soo Do down, check, but barely. I had to dry the laundry in stages, like leave the bath towels out because it was going to take forever for everything to dry in time. Email the organizer for the IAHE event coming up in less than two weeks at the Central library, check, I'll call her on Wednesday. Go over what documents I need to print for that event and what materials I've low on and contact Molly to see what she has, check and check. Play my video games, check. Watch Grogu videos with Abishai, check. </p><p>- What else? Kya came over. She and Justin went with Abishai and I to Tang Soo Do class like they did last week. Keturah and Abishai got to play in the pool after class. Over the last two days, two much sand filtered up into the mechanism and now the handle of the filter won't move. Whoops, so we have to take that apart now. But can't get to that tomorrow because Keturah, Abisahi and I have a field trip to Central library branch downtown to see behind the scenes. I want to see the inner workings like how they move the books around and how they sanitize them. We might have already been on a library tour before or I'm remembering one from a different place altogether. I'm not sure. But it should be interesting. I have a few questions to ask as well. Maybe about the event I'm doing with them, and maybe about their current homeschool material section. So, we'll see how it goes. And then tomorrow night I go with out with the ladies for Mom's Night out. Wednesday is women's Bible study morning at NPBC, yeah! So, I'll be spending time in the land of the living, which is the cure for all the gruesome murders that happened yesterday afternoon and evening.</p><p>- I was also saddened during the day because on Sunday there were 3 separate violent attacks in our area. A 22 yr old shot and killed 3 adults in the shopping mall we frequent. A 22 yr old shot and killed the 20 yr old original gunman. The mall has a no guns policy but I'm glad that the 22 yr old exercised his right to bear arms in this state where the law is constitutional carry. Which means, the State of Indiana will no longer require a handgun permit to legally carry, conceal or transport a handgun within the state. What scares me is that these young men are Benaiah's age. One looks a lot like Benaiah. And Benaiah wants to carry a handgun next year. And this is the mall that Benaiah and Ava frequent. In fact, a friend's son and girlfriend was there near the shooting. And another friend was in another part of the mall with her daughter. I'm sure I have plenty of connections as well. Police did show up right away and didn't hesitate to get in there, unlike a situation a month ago at a school in Texas where they spent an hour coming up with a plan, which let the gunman kill 22 kids. Many off duty officers also reported to the scene. So our law encforcement did their job well. The mall is about 20 minutes from our house and we pass it all the time when we go to our appointments. It's the mall where we got our original wedding rings. It's the mall that we've taken the kids to the most, where I breastfed the kids, where Kellie and I have gone to Barnes and Noble. And it was a Sunday afternoon at 5pm that some kid who lived in the apartments around the corner just walked in and decided to kill people. He had a not so good family situation either, but it could have been way worse, too. Awful.</p><p>- But then, reports came in that there had been a fatal shooting much closer to home at a playground on 9th Ave in Beech Grove just a few miles away, a street we used frequently when going to our Beech Grove house, somewhat random but somewhat revengeful, I don't know. And later on, less than a mile south of there, in a neighborhood, another fatal shooting. And then on the eastside, E. 33rd St., where there's usually a lot of crime, another fatal shooting. And I think this morning, a toddler was struck and killed in a hit and run. So much tragedy in my own backyard! It makes me not leave the house! But needs must. I got home from Tang Soo Do quickly and quietly.</p><p>- We ended the day on a high note. Abishai desparately wanted to swim. So, Justin, Keturah and I wrangled the pool cover off, and Abishai jumped in! His first words were, "It's cold!" Yes dear, it hasn't warmed up. Keturah said the same thing. They lasted about 45 minutes. Lots of chattering of teeth. We found some sand from the filter on the bottom of the pool, uh oh. The water was still clear though. I think the sand had just somehow backed up into the pipes or something. Then I went to filter nozzle to see if I could backwash it out. And well, the handle wouldn't move! I could kind of feel or maybe hear the crunching of sand so I immediately thought that perhaps the sand had floated to the top and gotten stuck. So I looked it up and sure enough, yes, it does happen that sand get up in the handle. And the only thing I can do is try to spray it down with a hose but I have to undo it all after cutting the power to it. No fun! I certainly couldn't do all of that tonight because the sun is going down. So we turned it all off and just let the kids have fun. I'll try to tackle it tomorrow, but we have a field trip, too. I'll try to pick up the testing kit, too when I pick up Justin. But for now, we'll just leave the filter off so it doesn't keep pushing sand into the pool.</p><p>- We do have some strict rules around the pool. The buddy system, no one swims alone. That means that at a second person has to be around at all times watching the person swimming. The second person doesn't have to be swimming, but they have to be within earshot of the swimming person. I can see the pool from the kitchen window and I can the kids when I'm in the sunroom so I'm good with that if both kids are in the pool. If there was only Abishai in the pool, I would be outside on the deck at least. If Keturah was by herself in the pool, I'd probably be ok with just being in the sun room. I have a huge fear of a kid drowning so i would take a bunch of caution. And if pool rules are broken, if arguing is heard, I will be the strictest momma in town over it. Instant grounded. I'm not messing around with it. They both whined for me to get their googles and their water bottles. I told them tough. I am not going to be fetching all their stuff and going back and forth. It's too much for me to be out in the heat and humidity with my skin ailments right now. My physical pain is high right now, too. And today I have a sore neck from sleeping wrong on it. They have to gather what they need from inside the house before they get in the pool. Once they are out, then they are out. And once they come in, then they are in until the next session. I will allow multiple sessions a day of 30 min minimum a day, Like morning, afternoon and after dinner kind of sessions. I'm not doing the every 10 minutes live in your wet bathing suit back and forth thing. We also have to establish a routine that makes sure that the inside floor doesn't get super wet. So we take turns in the little bathroom only. Abishai can strip off his clothes outside when it's just us. Keturah will need to learn how to dry the ends of her hair better. They have to wipe up any footprints they make. And they have to get along. If they start fighting, they have to instantly get out. We will not be disturbing the neighbors. And so far, so good. The first swim went really well and they had a lot of fun!</p><p>- We all spent the afternoon resting and had leftovers for dinner. Daddy took Abishai for an after supper practice on his bike and then short swim. They played some video games, and then it was off to bed. It's an early night for me as well, as I have Bible study in the morning. I just hope that I'm well enough to go because I'm just not feeling great. I finally took some excedrin migrain, the kind with tylenol, and some bendadryl, so if I get sleepy, then I can just go to sleep. I put some lotion on as well. Time for some TV and everybody, just leave me alone, because Mommy just doesn't want to deal with anything else. My stomach hurts, too. And I don't really want to each much. I did have the thought that it might be the flu or Covid, but I told myself I wouldn't go get tested, so, I have that dilemma. Sigh. What to do, what to do. We'll see how I feel the rest of this evening and in the morning. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pPEe0N9rOxWHGQIkQ8hwpx_pCwRQlLP_XzVu8QMkuGFx7wY6GSP-2XLP5pY1RGb1FNatV9d581XmA-uvMzS9z4V50dG_Aj9N5ckZn4UDXu-by49eR8jogvqu94-O6k1Os-6PDSyRKIfXcv5uTTvdOUxaJxO__WAGNAvmmU9JvsLgMfTd2L4Bbw/s4032/IMG_5133.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6pPEe0N9rOxWHGQIkQ8hwpx_pCwRQlLP_XzVu8QMkuGFx7wY6GSP-2XLP5pY1RGb1FNatV9d581XmA-uvMzS9z4V50dG_Aj9N5ckZn4UDXu-by49eR8jogvqu94-O6k1Os-6PDSyRKIfXcv5uTTvdOUxaJxO__WAGNAvmmU9JvsLgMfTd2L4Bbw/w480-h640/IMG_5133.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Bunny made his appearance this morning when Daddy left for work.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-YnZcj4PpOEzJqjpT-Byj6XVUeRH3UOtZMkS-flWAMxNCOPOqy_vijX7mrbMSTnW8dKcJHL_2b9kYoYHqYA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCr0s7KcooOpO1Ht9dkWMt0H2X61CO6tnbwsO5avrVBk6ZYvoie9X7bllGWq5rDc0uxKWlkHcXwpF5yGBw2EjoC9zsSR_ujjf8bI181rkvxwweIGRDszjrfeoyeXkwyxy6Ei5dTQdMq5AG8_mCLIedqeAQYFUq4oT2XbXvRVI4PqAcRE_IT43xAA/s3520/IMG_5134.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCr0s7KcooOpO1Ht9dkWMt0H2X61CO6tnbwsO5avrVBk6ZYvoie9X7bllGWq5rDc0uxKWlkHcXwpF5yGBw2EjoC9zsSR_ujjf8bI181rkvxwweIGRDszjrfeoyeXkwyxy6Ei5dTQdMq5AG8_mCLIedqeAQYFUq4oT2XbXvRVI4PqAcRE_IT43xAA/s320/IMG_5134.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to hold Abishai back from getting closer but Baby Bunny decided he wanted to hop closer to us! He's not very afraid of us I guess! We both decided that Baby Bunny came for some pettings. This is not a zoomed in photo by the way. He really was just a yard away. Very handsome cottontail rabbit. He was eating the leaves on one of my plants, though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyR7ODJAIdulehfWn3wvnlURGk5xvpoursCPoGUHADg8TyOpLdX4mTEi-3R_fFUlACdFf9AQeBcAROP8UozVzPXYqoosuB2W5DkuZXBJipLZRmIwylBMt57Y6Zl1A3aUF9gYdGTB_Ahg2z4DR_JP99nvuwRhRpogOcLEmZ8fRa5NaSiwy2IGa8gA/s3520/IMG_5135.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyR7ODJAIdulehfWn3wvnlURGk5xvpoursCPoGUHADg8TyOpLdX4mTEi-3R_fFUlACdFf9AQeBcAROP8UozVzPXYqoosuB2W5DkuZXBJipLZRmIwylBMt57Y6Zl1A3aUF9gYdGTB_Ahg2z4DR_JP99nvuwRhRpogOcLEmZ8fRa5NaSiwy2IGa8gA/w360-h640/IMG_5135.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, don't eat my flowers! Beautiful bunny, though! I could just scoop him up in my arms!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnIIaCBUsZdVyvATYz-faK1BTK7H3tUh-Ma3IUQgZO_Du3jNVJyP4gb2SpZI9CDbGLYhvL-qkg9asmvsQHScUyU1dnDzvGC9dFtq36CY3M-l60qge_X-XFkHp8o-0Nerd9IqQhNtwPtGM7Pj2ZXsmgk3TY-GiWOsO-U54gX5fM3kGsQdj8RfiJqQ/s1024/IMG_5137.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnIIaCBUsZdVyvATYz-faK1BTK7H3tUh-Ma3IUQgZO_Du3jNVJyP4gb2SpZI9CDbGLYhvL-qkg9asmvsQHScUyU1dnDzvGC9dFtq36CY3M-l60qge_X-XFkHp8o-0Nerd9IqQhNtwPtGM7Pj2ZXsmgk3TY-GiWOsO-U54gX5fM3kGsQdj8RfiJqQ/s320/IMG_5137.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've heard this before but it's some great reminders.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzMsBSLfrebuzkqMSxfMfpAp1RAyzBKAgNKvMRLqUuL-WhH_tp-oI7es2WSHyGhBCmu7qScf27_WwYpGBdxTRcnSTKhrUKwf7S64xMyUtPtWoHcjP3QfPgDGDzVee8oKowN0ao65qgLehYnBM0GWODoz1XezU1JzcI3GDXnlXWndKNMsrhrPyqA/s4032/IMG_5142.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzMsBSLfrebuzkqMSxfMfpAp1RAyzBKAgNKvMRLqUuL-WhH_tp-oI7es2WSHyGhBCmu7qScf27_WwYpGBdxTRcnSTKhrUKwf7S64xMyUtPtWoHcjP3QfPgDGDzVee8oKowN0ao65qgLehYnBM0GWODoz1XezU1JzcI3GDXnlXWndKNMsrhrPyqA/w480-h640/IMG_5142.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#TeamIAHE</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwZcdxyyo9QRZI2Pv96wTtPhCkPcStq8qlfhOFklUZqg-YQ2dFYl5TfU74FAminjVO9m3yfgsqK9eFwjr0Lql4_W8tTEQ74xJb9qtlrKZA8GFsXgFhMZSUgBnev7_I7eQfhr3lMOkDSmWwy4_dNsmU62xAUeSTYmBMwfVH3R8QFVyHlzmw_qySA/s4032/IMG_5143.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwZcdxyyo9QRZI2Pv96wTtPhCkPcStq8qlfhOFklUZqg-YQ2dFYl5TfU74FAminjVO9m3yfgsqK9eFwjr0Lql4_W8tTEQ74xJb9qtlrKZA8GFsXgFhMZSUgBnev7_I7eQfhr3lMOkDSmWwy4_dNsmU62xAUeSTYmBMwfVH3R8QFVyHlzmw_qySA/w640-h480/IMG_5143.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The current chemicals we have on hand, and none of them are helpful except the household bleach. We need something in between, really. And backing soda if our pH is low. I've been watching YouTube videos on pool chemistry today. The shock treatments especially are way too harsh. The clarify we have inside and the one that Jared used in the pool on Saturday are ok to use when needed. The bleach will be fine as a once a week treatment. We'll see! I hope we don't mess this up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTm2bIzZhCRjp0Lj9VZ-nMLmYY5u5gdywJBOIpm7SHHxaHC9qze_49CL4J69_gRa-fq0dIkebEwzVjWaBYDDzZnKJht5EkKjh2QuLIEx8BbQXor-KuqnT5nTBoCq9IaOy6aLURuiq14vgJjtVB9e7Ih49_TU949NB7QVYpwMRM4DROT9soA5e33Q/s1792/IMG_5144.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTm2bIzZhCRjp0Lj9VZ-nMLmYY5u5gdywJBOIpm7SHHxaHC9qze_49CL4J69_gRa-fq0dIkebEwzVjWaBYDDzZnKJht5EkKjh2QuLIEx8BbQXor-KuqnT5nTBoCq9IaOy6aLURuiq14vgJjtVB9e7Ih49_TU949NB7QVYpwMRM4DROT9soA5e33Q/w296-h640/IMG_5144.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not good when your town makes national headlines because of a shooting and it shows up on the Facebook news feed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSxENYB1nRxyhORCkJzCWSNjpWzVfSP1ZKLhjH3SKPZYZaXfZ9xvL9MbwfBfV4NlFq696gYaQAW2ZuMwzV1LMvBiPQ48y-1lpSeCznMo6hDPKykc_U8L3RIBTDB8jl6uX-0WWwmmYBb7A6-_wSR3osLxSa7MBy8Qudc9AE6DE1GDgl7WvYhfyBA/s1792/IMG_5146.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdSxENYB1nRxyhORCkJzCWSNjpWzVfSP1ZKLhjH3SKPZYZaXfZ9xvL9MbwfBfV4NlFq696gYaQAW2ZuMwzV1LMvBiPQ48y-1lpSeCznMo6hDPKykc_U8L3RIBTDB8jl6uX-0WWwmmYBb7A6-_wSR3osLxSa7MBy8Qudc9AE6DE1GDgl7WvYhfyBA/w296-h640/IMG_5146.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, this was one of the other shootings near to where Leah shops and where our bank is. Also where our first apartment is. It's just a couple of miles west of us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULFd251VjB-aFZM6N9WSiJwjqF6PGqLJA8tDOjqmwMqg-snH-429-XfWtZ6PMJGgp__r7iAhtcp4-JrJPFfu9m83OwNqUFZotdWp5IYq2BrHSjjGXNpwcsY3XWlX97MJ2hmyW5HGWlMAwyIl_X9R-xr1xsf7mHrmqqIBhnnh1tuSFZkmhpC-RFw/s1792/IMG_5147.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULFd251VjB-aFZM6N9WSiJwjqF6PGqLJA8tDOjqmwMqg-snH-429-XfWtZ6PMJGgp__r7iAhtcp4-JrJPFfu9m83OwNqUFZotdWp5IYq2BrHSjjGXNpwcsY3XWlX97MJ2hmyW5HGWlMAwyIl_X9R-xr1xsf7mHrmqqIBhnnh1tuSFZkmhpC-RFw/w296-h640/IMG_5147.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same time frame, just a half mile north of the other shooting at a park on a road we used to take all the time to our Beech Grove house. Also, just a few steps away from an elementary school, a rich neighborhood, and a home that used to belong to a relative of Shauna's. Oh, and an overpass of the major highway that goes around Indianapolis. All three shootings happening in one Sunday afternoon. Ugh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SgsVIcQhjQBUOuHapdiFjQ838aOcPy0jEIcqkLdAkfY1oQnH2nCME81dNXQSIFsC4LZYAl_Mw0vUhmhoCTcLp7xdpWrivb9zYbLicW6yCcTMIQ1IlGj04byjO4PDRhqnlKhS3atujyPh3KY9rc8KEHjp79suM7nAq8jRsoEt8a8XYw__PhWn7Q/s3520/IMG_5151.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SgsVIcQhjQBUOuHapdiFjQ838aOcPy0jEIcqkLdAkfY1oQnH2nCME81dNXQSIFsC4LZYAl_Mw0vUhmhoCTcLp7xdpWrivb9zYbLicW6yCcTMIQ1IlGj04byjO4PDRhqnlKhS3atujyPh3KY9rc8KEHjp79suM7nAq8jRsoEt8a8XYw__PhWn7Q/w360-h640/IMG_5151.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dude, you need to dive over the bar, not jump over it! And then tuck and land on your shoulder and roll. He and another guy didn't quite get the memo. But they got to do some very different and fun things this evening in class.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxMA1Yx6ztWvPHIHj5JrymDgdgtYErz6ERULFXl9cV_-RUxrwfn0Q7qGl9T2TnaDgDy4AbCd0wcn4hkqTU0Qg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5R68ir7yC1MgUE9SDllTnT144BSGObRd3TBZajHV_oYQWJv3Zfqv6Mmv0fHDiY3SF0hgUFCU5ocT9DLPATw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFMdqpMCNSwDrFCeDUfN094k86gOJpmD1dYcVHef0f2Htlz4M3hdYkUOgAg2hvIwcL6L5GfNqzIKeJZhbS0g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJURaIy0df3yr72zZeRxGb35w0WSfP5pS-RH5qWbtilPj1CUmirCvKo-GAXsbJFh8yjwx7BlOqGdVOoKrTEw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJw7G5mS6tSeVRG1taqK-fPCPMvqYkE60PAgsl8g5FQUBxXg5faycBvQJ9iPnIof05lubNs7pmeDJAQfKGJQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrt-2hH-kf8F6N9yjmIqqNLCaa6HIxTdbnm5nhO0-bqWf_Y6DWylW_ZrZS6IMNP_s-SjMekaTF7S5Nfc7UWWB5PhMHKBzS1WsqbjMvRypsWrP7_n7moK7qMNAFN-zewmt_qDPANZFydgJ3keybhUd1AFJfYlIM3iLPXCnKm3CGtwqpuQzRYfGeg/s4032/IMG_5154.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKrt-2hH-kf8F6N9yjmIqqNLCaa6HIxTdbnm5nhO0-bqWf_Y6DWylW_ZrZS6IMNP_s-SjMekaTF7S5Nfc7UWWB5PhMHKBzS1WsqbjMvRypsWrP7_n7moK7qMNAFN-zewmt_qDPANZFydgJ3keybhUd1AFJfYlIM3iLPXCnKm3CGtwqpuQzRYfGeg/s320/IMG_5154.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Working on "chambering" or getting their kick and punch ready and then kicking and punching out with control and knocking the block off. Very different exercise than they've done before.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1xd2x3bHjtsUsVeMtchEvQ82XRdxo68IOB6c5a09_lbF9m2o6NTCcaCawAvW3eCXHx2GktBZNmDhl-hsLXigSMKn3zPZ2jTks8IRe2_rY04yj0sgzoP2Zc-dtOsnyYcKeRJpN5uBXlErRM5XiT3VGT3IaHqzyrZkiFLDJNGoq2Zkqb2KDjYA8w/s4032/IMG_5155.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz1xd2x3bHjtsUsVeMtchEvQ82XRdxo68IOB6c5a09_lbF9m2o6NTCcaCawAvW3eCXHx2GktBZNmDhl-hsLXigSMKn3zPZ2jTks8IRe2_rY04yj0sgzoP2Zc-dtOsnyYcKeRJpN5uBXlErRM5XiT3VGT3IaHqzyrZkiFLDJNGoq2Zkqb2KDjYA8w/s320/IMG_5155.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time for Keturah to go in the pool. Abishai insisted that he go in the pool after Tang Soo Do. It was 7:45pm, but I obliged. I'm glad I did. Lots of fits and giggles from these two. It's the bonding time they need and the reason for the pool in the first place. Just as long as they continue to strictly obey the rules, it's going to go very well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcA8cBvuSFj7pKyZU2qO99GKrPRilUwzAyUfS_J-bqEI75NQx1roi5t9JJMqmNtbuF745pWCjzcwfJUve9cQkfBb0AbKEr26V9yi0GZJilCGRpMb8j4KsEl_hi_Ak7d8KMyUPVjAc6KVCZtg4thsLQWKcttt3r3ZWfLhiq6s48Jbt7ZEi9Fx5pAw/s4032/IMG_5157.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcA8cBvuSFj7pKyZU2qO99GKrPRilUwzAyUfS_J-bqEI75NQx1roi5t9JJMqmNtbuF745pWCjzcwfJUve9cQkfBb0AbKEr26V9yi0GZJilCGRpMb8j4KsEl_hi_Ak7d8KMyUPVjAc6KVCZtg4thsLQWKcttt3r3ZWfLhiq6s48Jbt7ZEi9Fx5pAw/w640-h480/IMG_5157.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer evenings. It was cool out today, but it's going to be over 90 degrees this week. Perfect timing. And then momma doesn't have to sit in the sun and get a headache.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjJP4603jhy7UutLlOxrcEi5ydNYUIGyo2WYRH0lyBXdSRBPTA1f5pEikHjhgML6NxG-GTNVo6oLhgR1ddnvAERZKrSZnWQr4oCuwGSFAUDifHxIe13JnbNAAHOeq3kn2G2J93Ifgjw1Zp3zidqSmxxORwhRD8K4KgZTqKpXg3yWuwOaxCT89KA/s3520/IMG_5158.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWjJP4603jhy7UutLlOxrcEi5ydNYUIGyo2WYRH0lyBXdSRBPTA1f5pEikHjhgML6NxG-GTNVo6oLhgR1ddnvAERZKrSZnWQr4oCuwGSFAUDifHxIe13JnbNAAHOeq3kn2G2J93Ifgjw1Zp3zidqSmxxORwhRD8K4KgZTqKpXg3yWuwOaxCT89KA/w360-h640/IMG_5158.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai put on all the floaties at once and rolled around in the water like a blob!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuFIZncPDtzb47rE54leSkhH83Lvb8MZiGcyYBxVO6R9RrI-B9cXviuHMd6cMhupfEJeo_aNCcR44Ep98KJwtPLLmFM4e9-uCycqLEvHntd7VJes9chVKay6kITxE4_hY7uNVQcmz14wQ0OG_YSIInpdOq358AvIatRK8IqMZKNMAtdUID-O4gw/s3520/IMG_5164.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuFIZncPDtzb47rE54leSkhH83Lvb8MZiGcyYBxVO6R9RrI-B9cXviuHMd6cMhupfEJeo_aNCcR44Ep98KJwtPLLmFM4e9-uCycqLEvHntd7VJes9chVKay6kITxE4_hY7uNVQcmz14wQ0OG_YSIInpdOq358AvIatRK8IqMZKNMAtdUID-O4gw/w360-h640/IMG_5164.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm going to have to find that special swimmer's shampoo for Keturah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMVbbrPFoq9IZw2UKgfAP69EQ-ADQl1h0KLvhiBITEXbuQVHWJyL8Z_dD5yGlyFaJTLLLoJ_1OUKUxXsw10ZUak-ruxTBNVXTXdaGIdjhX8C-PxYm0kNqEq1UAjwXHzr-BpJPO3F6PF455hFjQiNjjI_zZigW8pdYi7Isx2eXBqSVBPwns0hgng/s4032/IMG_5167.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMVbbrPFoq9IZw2UKgfAP69EQ-ADQl1h0KLvhiBITEXbuQVHWJyL8Z_dD5yGlyFaJTLLLoJ_1OUKUxXsw10ZUak-ruxTBNVXTXdaGIdjhX8C-PxYm0kNqEq1UAjwXHzr-BpJPO3F6PF455hFjQiNjjI_zZigW8pdYi7Isx2eXBqSVBPwns0hgng/s320/IMG_5167.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh boy, all that swimming is causing the pool to overflow. It's not 100% level so there's going to be some spillage. I just don't want it to erode the underside of the pool on this side. I did show Jared when he got home. We did our best with it. It's imperfect, just like us and the rest of our house. We can always run the drain and filter to drain the pool some more, too. Normally it would be in backwash mode but I can't move the handle, so filter it is. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz1LNHAyzYi97uDRVU--38VKSQujRmunzJ3o00xmHQ2dXhhmY5_J83tA8LWtXEfCKjUIxafqPg0-9eJ-toZh4RVCu_laiTdN0zs27xNgNO6vFHAQnwE9I-iTUl9Tu5R6aPMpCFyVBSzExvvarccAoXYQC6Q70lyi7cFYzBEXXcSj83gZUQ5Dnag/s1792/IMG_5169.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz1LNHAyzYi97uDRVU--38VKSQujRmunzJ3o00xmHQ2dXhhmY5_J83tA8LWtXEfCKjUIxafqPg0-9eJ-toZh4RVCu_laiTdN0zs27xNgNO6vFHAQnwE9I-iTUl9Tu5R6aPMpCFyVBSzExvvarccAoXYQC6Q70lyi7cFYzBEXXcSj83gZUQ5Dnag/w185-h400/IMG_5169.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You crazies! It's not even 80 degrees right now! But I'm glad they are having a blast.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqP-2w5vP-TXVO4ZdnVnP1t1Hi6-LMI0oCENQ7nssOAhrvun-bWopw2Pk9vd_p9rzi3Pu_vHl4LA5Dh0cMjXtuW0Yi0HPMYeBVKrtMpDopDg3d1fR8HH_cuVV0xrlljfJaEH-Ga2qGru_l0X_9BCw1AYmsVvxwRrqBvIHIjgU_8RsjucVLVTDqCA/s1792/IMG_5170.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqP-2w5vP-TXVO4ZdnVnP1t1Hi6-LMI0oCENQ7nssOAhrvun-bWopw2Pk9vd_p9rzi3Pu_vHl4LA5Dh0cMjXtuW0Yi0HPMYeBVKrtMpDopDg3d1fR8HH_cuVV0xrlljfJaEH-Ga2qGru_l0X_9BCw1AYmsVvxwRrqBvIHIjgU_8RsjucVLVTDqCA/w296-h640/IMG_5170.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, this week has the perfect weather for lots of pool time. And yes, Lego really is 90 years old. Not so much the plastic bricks you know as Lego bricks today, but the original wooden toys are 90 years old. The Lego brick pattern was patented in 1958, although an earlier version was being produced in 1947. Lego means "play well" in Danish. Did you know the HQ of Lego is actually in Billund, Denmark? Yup! It's on all our bucket lists to go there and take the tour of the factory there, and to the Lego House they built. The vault with all the sets ever made is also housed there. It's quite the complex now. There are other plants and warehouses and theme parks now here in the United States and Canada and maybe other places, too. But if you get the newsletter and watch the main updates, they come from Denmark and Danish people are speaking. It's awesome!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday</p><p>- We were supposed to go to the Central Library downtown for a field trip but I woke up with a bit of vertigo and a big feeling of "my body hurts everywhere." From my neck being still stiff from taking my nap with two pillows under my head instead of two, to my nerves shooting down my legs weird, to all my leg muscles and lower back and even my upper arm muscles feeling sore, to just feeling so lethargic and tired, I knew I couldn't handle an outing, so I cancelled. It was a small group that was going and there was no waiting list and no cost, but I hate canceling last minute. It was a new group of people, too, that I really do need to meet up. Plus, I wasn't going to get myself pulled together in time. Because of the vertigo, I was moving really slowly and couldn't rush breakfast and getting out the door with two kids. I had set my alarms for 7, 7:15 and 7:30 but just couldn't get up. Abishai came in to see me as well. And to tell me that Daddy wasn't there to take Justin to work. I had to text Jared to remind him. I mean, I could do it on a normal day but at that point, I wasn't upright yet and I didn't know how bad the vertigo was yet. I've driven with vertigo and in a pinch I can do it, but it's oh so nice when Jared can step in and I don't have to push myself. He is also going to bring Justin home. I could do it and wanted to do it so I could look at the pool supplies, but it's nicer to just stay safe in the coolness of the house and stay out of the sunshine and not get itchy again and fight the vertigo and all that. I really just want to lay down, but the guppies had other plans.</p><p>- Abishai's first thought after I told him we weren't going anywhere was to go swimming. He couldn't get his still damp gear on fast enough. Keturah was getting up and eating breakfast and she told him he had to wait 10 minutes for her food to settle. She was excited to get back in the pool, too, so yeah! I haven't heard her giggle or see her smile, especially with a sibling in quite some time. So I know we made a smart decision and I've seen God work out all the details with this particular large purchase. I just hope I don't screw it up with the filter and chemicals. And so, when Keturah was ready, the two litttle fishies went out to play for 1 whole hour! It was glorious! We went over the rules again, that Abishai can't be in the pool unless one of us is at least watching him. So when Keturah went up front to get a basketball from the garage, Abishai got out of the pool for a few minutes. I was actually just inside the door in the sunroom so it would have been fine BUT I had said the rule that one of us had to be OUTside, not just in the sunroom, so well done children. Both of them located their googles and drinks and took them outside before getting wet. I'm not requiring them to put away all the toys this week because we don't have a box for the toys yet and I know they will be in the pool each day. I'm watching the weather and as long as there's no wind, I'm find with them being left out. I hope to find a deck box that has holes in the bottom for all their stuff, but Aldi might be a bit past that. And I'll look at Meijer sales as well. Jared said they got one for Nellie for $200. I'm not spending that much on a deck box. I'll get a plastic laundry basket instead and drill some holes in the bottom. I just know direct sunlight will discolor them. We had the blue box on wheels but then we made that the basketball balls box. I'd love to find one I could just leave right next to the pool in summer and then leave on the deck in the winter. And maybe a smaller box for the googles. I'll find something.</p><p>- We just haven't been to the stores because we've been technically broke in the checking account and the credit card balance is high and the savings is too low for the car insurance and we hesitate to bring money over from the IRS refund. We are waiting for the flipped house to sell and then we can put everything to rights again. And we get paid tomorrow. So we don't have bread or milk right now either and are making do. We want to keep showing the kids that we don't need to be instantly gratified. We can use what we already have. And we had a ton more floaties than I previously thought. We still have rice, potatoes, pasta, and meat in the freezer. Our veggies are pretty thin, but we did get all those cucumbers from Rob Brake to tide us over and we had some frozen ones as well. And some fresh green beans and two cans of green beans, so we aren't totally out yet. We have some frozen fruit. The dog doesn't have to have canned food. There's still some crackers, peanut butter and jelly, flour, muffin mixes, oatmeal, ramen noodles, mac and cheese, etc. We'll survive. And the rest is on a list for next time. We don't need ice cream and pop and chocolate and potato chips to survive. Or convenience foods like store bought bread. Just need to think ahead and wake up early and actually cook something for breakfast. Sigh. </p><p>- Golly, I don't feel good and I'm wicked tired. My leg nerves keep acting up. I rested but didn't actually fall fully asleep. I did decide to stay home from Mom's Night Out again because I just couldn't see me driving out there and back and being in a loud restaurant, spending money on food that was going to make me feel too full. And I was hoping to help Jared fix the pool filter and work on testing the pool chemicals. Well, Jared didn't want to get into fix the filter with just a little bit of the day left, so he watched Abishai ride his bike down the driveway instead. Um, when a kid learns how to ride a two wheeler, they do it on a flat surface and without training wheels. Jared left Abishai's training wheels on and therefore Abishai is still using them as a fail safe to catch him. He's got to grow out of the bike before he actually learns how to ride a bike. Sigh. Do I have to do everything? Does Jared not remember how the others learned? Does he need a video on how to teach a kid how to read a bike? Good grief. </p><p>- Anyway, the pain got the better of me by the end of the day and I had a thorough meltdown. That's how bad it was. Hot, sticky, itchy skin, kids misbehaving, filter not done, back hurting, leg nerves misfiring, exhausted, neck hurting, headache, crying, the works. Remembering that you are chronically ill and you can't do anything normally. Remembering you've brought a lot of this on yourself. And then while you are in the middle of your pity party, your husband stops you mid sentence because you said a bad word and now your brain completely shuts off and you're dead in the water and can't think or say anything and don't want to talk to anyone for days. Yeah. Wrong move. Thanks. Go away. I'll talk again when I can think straight again or I'll make myself numb and unable to think by staying up late and be a zombie because that solves all the problems. Great. The story of my life.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHuzdl4ysHuCgHid78vzsPpE6s5p9H-nIHj4r58yfYip52bTnO6Ebn-BLqzqg_rDUgtUoyKixvTK9T6VEe9kgPdndFt6CwSwVUzo4mS1xlMeRZ3ZDqX5kgf2yNd7wprSmoNNEOJN2ow/s960/294001125_597806125036210_7150539146984863198_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="960" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHuzdl4ysHuCgHid78vzsPpE6s5p9H-nIHj4r58yfYip52bTnO6Ebn-BLqzqg_rDUgtUoyKixvTK9T6VEe9kgPdndFt6CwSwVUzo4mS1xlMeRZ3ZDqX5kgf2yNd7wprSmoNNEOJN2ow/s320/294001125_597806125036210_7150539146984863198_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I need to remember this. My mom did it, therefore I can do it. It's just a phase and it will only last 3-4 more years for the first 3 teens and then I'll just have the 1 and it will be really easy, I think.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wTnCUpo9x9h5JayZGgXlyCc3tH5QJiW2F3reI23S8UEATQFQS6b8Zmk7V8quWQoyEBbyznkGkReNQFl4FacUixYMPUG3opuMadrtCYbzMaNDQNZldjvHxW-w8cObdB9l0rS9z1_8IA/s1792/IMG_5171.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6wTnCUpo9x9h5JayZGgXlyCc3tH5QJiW2F3reI23S8UEATQFQS6b8Zmk7V8quWQoyEBbyznkGkReNQFl4FacUixYMPUG3opuMadrtCYbzMaNDQNZldjvHxW-w8cObdB9l0rS9z1_8IA/w296-h640/IMG_5171.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great, we made the Facebook news again today, complete with the face of the 20 year old. Looks like any other 20 year old. You'd never know. Same age as Benaiah. Shooting up the food court of our mall. That's OUR mall. For the whole world to see on Facebook.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOSiY6Iotv3GpE0NXqWHEnoa39Cj_hqpNAobjDsBAsWkWwxZTWYITyZSp0CkxHUOJ3VuIPNNAUOmKtfvpVSpQ0Z-BKlDV6VdA0_JH_iOVGxd0jz230ji0h-McGt2fPuWs9doIgy9SpQ/s960/IMG_5173.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="960" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKOSiY6Iotv3GpE0NXqWHEnoa39Cj_hqpNAobjDsBAsWkWwxZTWYITyZSp0CkxHUOJ3VuIPNNAUOmKtfvpVSpQ0Z-BKlDV6VdA0_JH_iOVGxd0jz230ji0h-McGt2fPuWs9doIgy9SpQ/w640-h484/IMG_5173.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#accurate</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQC1Rle6T3kQ-XzMX4zdP1xWCvXQC848GsYx70t3Jkqy_Lee_7VX3IKPkh8YLDTTM5JxxMYTYPCL3BTLsWEovzq5ok9JVhu8Bw_gBgZGhppruHKF75bsm78Sq6uAm5p0Xrg-2zkiLo3A/s1792/IMG_5174.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQC1Rle6T3kQ-XzMX4zdP1xWCvXQC848GsYx70t3Jkqy_Lee_7VX3IKPkh8YLDTTM5JxxMYTYPCL3BTLsWEovzq5ok9JVhu8Bw_gBgZGhppruHKF75bsm78Sq6uAm5p0Xrg-2zkiLo3A/w296-h640/IMG_5174.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, it really took half of a year to play this mine. All the click several times a day to increase each miner just a few levels. It took forever!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCBTWVZk-O590gXOFn_K193nkxm4eC6z8aSyiqlA1iZAOb3C2SeV6Nc5lfiDC5WdzoJmOS8PL9onaE5XpkAj7usgboJGOLlMOLCFNOieBhrYmvkz591nEPeCKVcQA3Wq8kTpx0_fQGw/s1792/IMG_5175.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCBTWVZk-O590gXOFn_K193nkxm4eC6z8aSyiqlA1iZAOb3C2SeV6Nc5lfiDC5WdzoJmOS8PL9onaE5XpkAj7usgboJGOLlMOLCFNOieBhrYmvkz591nEPeCKVcQA3Wq8kTpx0_fQGw/w296-h640/IMG_5175.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This mine!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIrG1pkEkecMUg9NZJJFPVu5lGlHo0KxhyphenhyphenjjZcLtnDFFiMqDqB3-a97FhYx_rvR8I0VJ1LRIhotzOrNZxDS8nGoWosPh7GfXleIzxSrnPuiKfYknGLRIc3-eqnUqrtswQAI5UNkQ3UQ/s3520/IMG_5176.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIrG1pkEkecMUg9NZJJFPVu5lGlHo0KxhyphenhyphenjjZcLtnDFFiMqDqB3-a97FhYx_rvR8I0VJ1LRIhotzOrNZxDS8nGoWosPh7GfXleIzxSrnPuiKfYknGLRIc3-eqnUqrtswQAI5UNkQ3UQ/w360-h640/IMG_5176.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10:30 am swim session and I can watch from the comfort of a/c inside because big sister is out there with him, yeah! When she doesn't want to, I can sit on the deck in the shade. I can both of them giggling and chattering when I sit in the sunroom, so I can sit at my desk and work and tell if they are getting along or not. It's glorious! Now I don't have to worry about taking them to the big pools constantly! No more headaches and dragging food and drink and change of clothes around!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwaEzodJjJntiylKA2vR3ZRLFRbSaBXchXiRbXkyJuUjMMnbo5wn0C-VYvF3W-GnM3bsYhaN78KNcDjB4Dzdw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><a href="https://youtu.be/gYwjiAZ3PLM" target="_blank">10:30 am swim session for our guppies</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAwjnrdZPIesSi6KbapONuT36vC_iNMTklI0y7cOzAEjfpjaIc70DPvkbZVGlFINwgCqOGJKZc8zyXAEL9R6OktM9IT_1j-zdOUlNMZj6PXjNAKTnv2Otlpe4CXN65Rb4Rb0aSNH3Ww/s3520/IMG_5180.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAwjnrdZPIesSi6KbapONuT36vC_iNMTklI0y7cOzAEjfpjaIc70DPvkbZVGlFINwgCqOGJKZc8zyXAEL9R6OktM9IT_1j-zdOUlNMZj6PXjNAKTnv2Otlpe4CXN65Rb4Rb0aSNH3Ww/w360-h640/IMG_5180.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can even see them from my kitchen sink! But that's as far as I'll go in the house. I will go to the bathroom, but I don't plan on taking naps while they are in the pool or anything. Keturah might be 14, but she is not responsible for keeping her brother from drowning. She can help be the first line of defense, but I'm still the real person in charge here of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAJg3JoXzCPHjZMkyHfOmV0s1A5yK4a0RUdxLWl6dVAzkJjk7plAfBJv0KQJrVs2rTpDHOuzC6NmUj6_Ttn2eQYDsZclW-fpn1uv3Ll-U2V_lUjq63DpX19sHXEfY4L5LjxG-YA5nOQ/s1792/IMG_5182.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAJg3JoXzCPHjZMkyHfOmV0s1A5yK4a0RUdxLWl6dVAzkJjk7plAfBJv0KQJrVs2rTpDHOuzC6NmUj6_Ttn2eQYDsZclW-fpn1uv3Ll-U2V_lUjq63DpX19sHXEfY4L5LjxG-YA5nOQ/w296-h640/IMG_5182.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WOW! We even got in my Christian daily news email! Mike Pence, former VP, does live in Indiana and is from here, so that makes sense. And yes, most people are calling Eli (which is actually short for a weird spelling of Elisha or something) a Good Samaritan and a hero, despite breaking the mall's policy of having weapons while in the mall. Eli did kill the original shooter, so that will have to be sorted in court and all that. But many lives were saved. And of course the chatter is all about gun laws again. In Indiana, you can carry a handgun without a permit, it's called Constitutional carry, after the Constitutional right to bear arms, and it trumps any policy the business will put up, unless the business finds out and enforces their policy and the person doesn't comply. So, Mr. Eli isn't in trouble for carrying the weapon. He will have to confess to killing the murderer but doing it in self defense or something of that sort. But again, 20 and 22. Benaiah is 20. Benaiah could easily have been Eli. What would Benaiah have done? So scary for me. So scary. Too close for comfort. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday</p><p>- Full day. Bible study for me in the morning. Pool time for kids when I got home. A little bit of rest. Then making supper. Then Keturah, Justin and I grocery shopped while Daddy took Abishai to Tang Soo. Then we all got home between 7 and 7:15. Keturah and I put away the groceries. Abishai helped me finish up while Jared took Justin to church. Then Jared took Keturah to Ritter's for late night with her friends from 8-9pm. Then he picked up Justin at Chick-Fil-A at 9 (Justin at gotten a ride from the church to CFA). I gave Abishai a bath because his B.O. smelled like onions! I'm totally knackered! But it was a good day, and the fridge is full. </p><p>- I spent $500 on groceries because the 4 in 1 cabana I had seen in the Aldi ad a couple of weeks ago was 50% off! I might go back for a second one so I can use one outside now and save one for Justin's open house next year. I also found a big kickboard for Abishai for $8 and then I knew the big floaties would be there for $7 each, so we got 3. And then I thought the rest was groceries. I mean I got a big thing of toilet paper. And I guess I did get another set of glassware containers with lids this time because I really want to get rid of plastic containers for leftovers. There was a couple of surprises for foods like gluten free falafal, but I had done a thorough look around to see what we really needed for groceries so there was no buying of extra. I just don't know how it got so out of hand so fast. I don't think the amount of groceries was overboard. The cart was normal full, not overflowing. Sigh. Inflation is so ridiculous I guess. I wanted to make a payment to Amazon, but I don't see how I can now. I might just have to move monies from the IRS refund to make it happen. Because even if the flipped house were to sale next week after it goes on the market, closing won't happen for 2-4 weeks. I can't wait any longer. Sigh.</p><p>- At least I felt a ton better this morning. Taking the magnesium and zinc yesterday really helped. I also took benadryl and pain medications and slept on the couch. I took more of all 4 of those today as well. Bible study at NPBC is going to be intensive study and I'm going to have to focus and put a lot of work into it, but it will be good for me. Most of the morning group is older ladies and I'm going to enjoy that. Or their kids have just left the nest recently. After the study, they were asking each other if they had planned on going to the monthly dinner and chat thing we did last month that had happened again two nights ago and some said they had forgotten or hadn't been up for it, like I hadn't been, or they weren't sure because there was so many of the younger ladies, and I piped in, oh please come, we need you older ladies. I had forgotten to sign up and I was feeling awful anyway so I didn't go, but that doesn't mean that the other ladies didn't want or need the older ones to be there. Please do go. And Nancy said, "We need you younger ladies, too." Oh bless my heart! Known, valued, and loved. When you can be in a church where the older ones and younger ones see the value of knowing each other and wanting to be with each other in everything they do instead of segregating into age groups, THAT, my friends, is a church I want to belong to. THAT is a Titus 2 church. Don't segregate based on age. Let the young ladies join in on the Bible study with the gray hairs. There was a daughter there this morning with her mom. There were going to be a lot more moms and daughters in the evening so it's going to be quite a different dynamic for that segment of the Bible study. But if needs arise, we can attend either the morning session or the evening session the next 5 weeks. I picked morning because our evenings are full. And I also WANT to get to know the older ladies that are the heartbeat of the church. I think I got down a few more names today. And I sat next to Susan, who had seen my post yesterday about how miserable I have been. We exchanged prayer request cards to our right, and she got my card and she said she would be praying for my request, which was my health. So, see, she had already been paying attention to my FB page. Known, valued and loved. And so many at this church have already been straining so hard to learn my name, like, "Do I know you? How many weeks have you been coming? I know your name is, Melinda, right?" And then rejoicing when they get it right. That says a TON about the culture of a church. That's why they've grown a ton. That's what makes me want to come back. And I'm sure that's what made Indian Creek so popular when they were at that stage as well. But that's not where they are today. And I can't get into a small group and the fakeness and the baby milk and stupid questions about the sermon that are so touchy feely and not real Scripture and aren't meaty and real history and understanding. There's no actual Bible teaching anymore. Not like when Gary had Wednesday night classes or Mark Miller had his Sunday morning Bible class. I want to learn about the Bible and then at the end, tack on a bit about application. I don't want it the other way around. I don't want all this application and "what do you think?" stuff and then tack on a Scripture that may say something about it. Teach me about Scripture. And then when I'm in a situation, I can put the two and two together. Meat. I need meat. Depth. Maturity. And people that really do care. And want the same thing, meat, not just slap a Bible verse on it and call it good. Not the "Jesus loves me" and then move on with their lives. </p><p>- I did see this week's email from the Creek (it's a day early actually) and was reminded of their sermon series and actually, I do need to listen in to their sermons because I need to know what they are saying about unity. There's a progressive Christianity way of talking about unity that sounds very much like the world's way of talking about unity that is basically, just shut up and put up and talk about controversial topics because it's none of our business (things like lifestyles, abortion, kids' education, who we vote for) in order to create peace and unity in the church. But it's a false unity. We are still at odds with one another under the surface. We haven't resolved our differences. We aren't united with what Scripture says about a topic because we are simply ignoring the issue. There are times when the Bible is silent. But there are times where we can have a Biblical perspective and come to a reasonable conclusion about a topic and nominal Christians are totally ignoring or twisting the Bible's words. And Christians that just want to keep the peace won't call them out on it. And that's wrong. And I think Indian Creek does that. They don't want to rock the boat and so they stay silent. They go along with the world too much. It's a false sense of unity. Sure there are some tenants on the wall that we all agree to. But nothing controversial ever comes up. There's no room for discussion or debates or hard conversations or hard topics. It's all swept under the rug. People don't want to think. And it's because they are all brainwashed by the school district across the street. NPBC is not like that. They are much more open to all ideas. And homeschooling and a more hardcore Chrisitian perspective is welcome. When your pastor gets up and shares his actual personal opinion on abortion without fear of retribution from the congregation, that's awesome. When your child is learning apologetics in youth group, that's incredible! When you learn real Biblical history in a Bible study instead of how to deal with people you don't like, wow! That's the church for me. No more pussy foots. Only hardcore Christians for me!</p><p>- Speaking of hardcore, I have a bone to pick with my fellow homeschool volunteers. I hope I didn't just dream this up but when I talked to the organizer of the library event I'm doing in a week, she said there's nothing controversial happening at it. None of the groups in the vendor area are biased or selling anything. It's just a chance to network and the speakers aren't even one way or the other. So I have no idea what my cohorts were talking about. I don't think it's the same event. I felt mightily embarrassed. And really mad that they put me on high alert for nothing. But at least I got to ask some other questions and everything is on the up and up and we are good to go and be partners again and move forward. I work hard in my region and I don't need these other volunteers meddling in my business and fear mongering. So I will be taking this up with Tara in the morning when we talk over Zoom tomorrow. I just hope I'm really coherent tomorrow to talk over everything that has bothered me in the past year. I am getting really tired tonight and I need to make a list of talking points. So, here goes nothing I guess. I've been waiting to have this conversation for 3 months and I hope I don't blow it. Sigh.</p><p>- Lastly, Abishai must have sweat pretty hard at Tang Soo tonight because he got really close to me and his armpits smelled like onions. I sent him immediately to the bathtub. Ew! He's only 7! Either that or when he pulled his Tang Soo Do shirt out of the dirty laundry pile, it was next to wet, smelly clothes. But still, ew! And I told both Keturah and Abishai, the pool is not a subsititute for a bath. They have to get the chlorine out of their hair and off their skin periodically. Abishai is already developing a much deeper dark farmer's tan. He's just outside so fast I can't get sunscreen lotion on him. He got his floaties off today for most of his swim and practiced his back floating! He was doing so well! He'll be swimming in the big pools without floaties in no time! Meanwhile, I did take apart the filter and tired to rinse out the turning mechanism, but it still wouldn't budge. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the handle and top part back onto the filter because the sand had shifted, so now we have to start all over again. Sigh. I had the time, there was a problem to solve, I didn't want to have to explain all the things to Jared, and I wasn't going to wait for Jared to be available on Saturday. I need this thing to circulate the water now or the water is only going to get worse. I feel like I really screwed up though and we'll need to send for a new part. I wasn't there when Jared put the sand in and that makes me nervous about the whole thing. This is my project. I said I would do maintenance. I should be involved now. Sigh. Why can't anything be easy?</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdANi_v64mgClWc7IyRFqUtNQhE1b_pqSYp5EK-AK5R6t0RWXIpzFKMffMOuftcOd4dnjPY0S0RqJmSn0_68F9vjXpFr_OLSILmQfBnONtr70IWGJlNSLPXTF43cVgPvEdWVVT1bQ0BRJfjQi2H6XlmOi2yAmpo7mQ2jCi0n4M78MjeQv4QglMxw/s4032/IMG_5197.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdANi_v64mgClWc7IyRFqUtNQhE1b_pqSYp5EK-AK5R6t0RWXIpzFKMffMOuftcOd4dnjPY0S0RqJmSn0_68F9vjXpFr_OLSILmQfBnONtr70IWGJlNSLPXTF43cVgPvEdWVVT1bQ0BRJfjQi2H6XlmOi2yAmpo7mQ2jCi0n4M78MjeQv4QglMxw/w640-h480/IMG_5197.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Score! This BEACH cabana was $50 instead of $100! Well, I thought I scored. As you'll see in my other entries, this is a BEACH cabana, so it works better if it's place in sand. I had to rig it to work in our yard. But it does work fine for my purposes and I could make it work possible on our porch as well. And for $50, I'll take it to stay safe in the sun. If I want something sturdier next year for the open house, I'll have to invest in a real outdoor tent. We really should have one anyways as a suburban family. Slowly, we are becoming one of THOSE. Uh-oh. Am I? We've got the trampoline, we've got the pool, we've got the mini-van, the flower beds, the garage fridge full of drinks. We've got the cabana, the crazy evening schedule with multiple kids, the convenience foods and coffee in our travel mugs. Oh no! We ARE the Jones! Whoops!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj8a4jr1JeSFCn_Z1GGytCgFZf-_xM5N-kxoxj2kCWeKXt8um-FHPNofmilqJnGqZ6G3oEvvYRahDqcC-YSDw8RLKFxYi8dg7gw2a-oF7BiJ13VKjVEeIn2zWtJOGn2sIlUcQZ9qngm5-yGJ_1ylrGK9HKynQEGNT4aJmr6j6xnAaIb-alZaI8Q/s4032/IMG_5198.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj8a4jr1JeSFCn_Z1GGytCgFZf-_xM5N-kxoxj2kCWeKXt8um-FHPNofmilqJnGqZ6G3oEvvYRahDqcC-YSDw8RLKFxYi8dg7gw2a-oF7BiJ13VKjVEeIn2zWtJOGn2sIlUcQZ9qngm5-yGJ_1ylrGK9HKynQEGNT4aJmr6j6xnAaIb-alZaI8Q/w640-h480/IMG_5198.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aldi still had the twin/double air mattresses that I saw in the ad for $30, which I think was still full price. But it will be perfect for Abishai and Keturah for our camping trip. They really shouldn't be sharing a bed at their age. We make it work in hotel rooms by putting pillows in between them. But Keturah is basically a young woman now, and it's just not wise. This way we can hook the two mattresses together or separate them depending on how much slipping around we feel they are doing. I think we'll start with hooking them together because otherwise Abishai will roll off onto the ground in 2.5 seconds. It will be them on these and us on a queen sized mattress in our big tent. It's been 8 years since we've been in a tent together. I was newly pregnant with Abishai, and Justin and Keturah were sharing some sleeping pads on the ground I think. They were 6 and nearly 9. Benaiah used an old kid tent of ours and he was 12, so definitely not full size yet. I said I would never camp again because I was so sick with Abishai and it was in Nova Scotia at church camp and it was cold at night even in the middle of summer and the bathroom was just far enough away to be annoying to a pregnant lady and this was like my second time ever camping with kids. The first time being camping with a 15 month old, 4 yr old and 7 yr old in Macinaw City, another cold at night situation. SO, I'm not a big fan of camping because of all the dirt and disorganization and it's hard on the back. But thankfully, we have a few supplies and I think we'll survive now thanks to some Aldi purchases multiple years ago and a few purchases now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmv-Fi-tGVavq0j1rrGNcdL-Ry04XwFBSpvbtPvVMSDABVd6vhEzQqhGDqw_xbkeCnAlZtDFO0Ad_byoRJifBeGcqQ1PVs3ghrcJYa_dDQ3B5OkuDp-Y4uZFr1cfOU0o4pUAhLu_pKX87TS2XG-rh_MvJUxJ7H7EFJPYLn5ZhBjblOLcJY__UHg/s1074/IMG_5200.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="964" data-original-width="1074" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmv-Fi-tGVavq0j1rrGNcdL-Ry04XwFBSpvbtPvVMSDABVd6vhEzQqhGDqw_xbkeCnAlZtDFO0Ad_byoRJifBeGcqQ1PVs3ghrcJYa_dDQ3B5OkuDp-Y4uZFr1cfOU0o4pUAhLu_pKX87TS2XG-rh_MvJUxJ7H7EFJPYLn5ZhBjblOLcJY__UHg/w640-h574/IMG_5200.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was fascinated of course by the tidbits of information about the mall shooting from Sunday, so I might have a few pics here and there about it to finish off the week. Here's one of them. I also learned a few days later that Eli shot 10 rounds and 8 of them hit the shooter and he shot from 40 ft. The news clip I saw showed how incredible a shot that was. It took a lot of training to be that good of a marksman. He had been shooting since his grandfather had taught him as a young lad. He had gone training regularly and knows his weapon well. Pretty much he was a police officer without the actual training. He's everything anyone would want in a civilian that carries a gun. 15 seconds! That's it! I am praying for him, his girlfriend, whom he said to get down and out of the way, his family, and of course the shooter's family, and the other victims' families.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Thursday</p><p>- <span>I was doing better yesterday and today, until I saw that I got chlorine on my $25 brand new IAHE homeschool light blue tee shirt that hasn't been washed. And I freakin' balled over it. Money is tight and it's a brand new shirt! I shouldn't have worn it out near the pool. But I've been trying to prove to myself and Jared that I was going to be the big girl and take care of the chemicals all by myself so he wouldn't have to because he had to do that growing up and he hated it. It hasn't been easy to even be outside to do anything with the pool this week either. The sun/sweating/heat makes me itch, so I've done it in stages. Today I put up the cabana I got from Aldi only to find out it was a beach cabana and not a true cabana with metal legs, so I'm glad it was only $50 (half off) because I don't think it will quite work out for Justin's open house next year. It will shade me for being outside near the pool though. And protect me for the splashes. But that meant I was outside in the heat and sun today. And hurting. A had to sit and blow up three huge pool floaties today, in between a very intense meeting with the IAHE director Tara. Talk about nerve wracking. I'm afraid to take a shower because I'll itch for hours afterwards. I'm afraid to eat because it costs money and I'll get fat. But if I don't eat, then I have to take expensive vitamins to make up for it. I'm afraid to open my mouth because only gibberish is going to come out. It's PMS week and I don't want to talk to Jared or be near him and he made me mad on Tuesday but I'm not directly mad at him today, but everything he does is pissing me off and I just don't want to be near him but whatever. I forgot to even touch my Bible study today and I didn't finish listening to Nehemiah, and I don't want to start reading it at 10:30pm. I doubt I'll have time tomorrow and I don't know if we'll get caught up with Angie and Autumn tomorrow or if I should invite them to our house after park day or what about Kellie and Kya or if anybody is going to the pool but I should come home and work on IAHE stuff, blah, blah, blah. And somehow I missed the memo about school supplies on sale, but it looks like they didn't get a very big shipment in at Meijer so something got screwed up, I don't know. Maybe I should check Wal-mart. Definitely Staples. </span></p><p><span>- I'm so exhausted. I've been trying to do it all. That's what Tara said. Stop trying to do it all. We can't reach everybody. In fact, we aren't supposed to reach everybody. That's not our calling. We can serve everyone when they come to us, or go when they ask us to, but if they don't want us to, then we don't have to pursue them. We have enough work as it is. It's ok to let them go. She said she could tell I was getting frustrated multiple times in the last 6 months and even she was wondering if I should step back from things at IAHE, but she also knew it wasn't what I wanted. I was emotional over the zoom call when she said it, too. Yes, virtual hugs would have brought on the tears even more. She even could tell I was holding back at one point. Dang it. So I told her as much as I could remember about my feelings and frustrations over the last 6 months. I need to be more trusting. They are listening. Things are moving along. I need to stay in my lane with my part because the others are doing some amazing things that I have no clue about. It's a team effort. I'm pulling my weight and then some because I care a lot. And I'm willing to take a risk and have these deep conversations with Tara because I care that much. And it takes a lot out of me to do it. But, I'm known, valued, and loved there. I'm doing God's work. There's so much work to be done. I don't want to do anything else with my life when it comes down to it. Oh, I say I want to to be a vet tech or take care of sick dogs. Or I could go do this or that. And that sometimes, I just need a break from posting the same link 10 times in one day. But at the end of the day, I know that I make a difference in every single family's life by posting that link. It's not wasted. I do something that matters for eternity. And I am thanked for it by those families every day. And sometimes I'm the only one who gives helpful advice on those posts. IAHE is worth fighting for and having the hard conversations. It's worth being embarrassed for. It's worth sitting at a booth all day for. It's worth buying ink and paper for. It's worth buying another $25 t-shirt just so it doesn't have a chlorine spill on it if I have to. As I picked out a huge packet of construction paper and another thing of watercolor paints, I asked myself if I really was going to use these things with Abishai this year. And, maybe I will. I'll try. Put down the phone and try, again. Be the homeschooler I want to be. Do the projects. Cut and paste. Something. Make the Indian headress with feathers with him even tomorrow or this weekend that he wants to do. Bust out those new supplies. Anything. Just do it. Just try. Don't be a hypocrite. Just try. At least I'm getting outside with them when they are in the pool. That's a good thing.</span></p><p><span>- I think the pool is almost warm enough for me to get in. I've been afraid of the chlorine and my skin, but I think the sun has been playing a major role in messing with the chlorine because when I tested it tonight, it wouldn't even make it on the chart. I need to fix the filter asap so I can get the water moving at least. I will need to get intex to actually look at the unit and fix it or send a new handle or something, but I'm not putting a bunch of chemicals in it without being able to stir it around. And since Jared is doing the e2 women's conference thing, I guess it's up to me to dump the sand, fix the thing in the middle, and start over. If I don't go out with girlfriends tomorrow afternoon, I will attempt it then. I got the right chemical from the feed store today to fix the pH once I get enough chlorine in the pool. But the sun hurts my body, too, so I don't know. I'll try to get it done asap. But I'm also going to enjoy time with my friends, especially since Angie and Autumn will be here! Ah! What a wonderful surprise!</span></p><p><span>- I didn't make dinner tonight. I'm tired of making food for people. I didn't want to eat much anyway. Jared had come home at 2 to eat lunch. Which is so weird. If you are going to do that, then wait and pick up your kid at 2:30 and eat then. I don't get it. But I just didn't want to stand in the kitchen making food. So I didn't. Now I'm starving of course. I helped Abishai make a full on deli sandwich complete with mayo, mustard, pickles, ham and cheese for dinner. He ate some carrots and had eaten the whole container of tomatoes I bought last night because I told him to eat vegetables instead of eating out of the pantry. So he mindlessly ate the tomatoes while he played his video game. Sigh. Oh well, whatever. He just won't get tomatoes for a few days. Justin had put in the cart some big tomatoes, sliced mozarella, and something else to make something Kellie had showed him for his lunch today. And it looked pretty amazing. And he was still pretty full from that. Keturah wasn't hungry much either. I ate a few different things. Jared ate something, but I don't know what. I'm just the kitchen help and I'm on strike. Do I always have to cook? Some of you can make dinner. And did they touch the little bit of leftovers that needed to be cleaned out? Nope, of course not. So back in the fridge those went. Sigh.</span></p><p><span>- I guess a good thing today was that I got Keturah and Abishai's medicaid letters and they were both able to stay on it as expected. I'm sure I'll get Justin's tomorrow. Also in the mail, Amazon is being a jerk about the lotion I bought, so I bought one from Meijer tonight and I'll send the one tube of cream of back (twice over) so they can refund my money that should have gone to 3 tubes of it. What a rip off. Someone must have scanned the wrong products in the warehouse or coded it wrong or something. But Amazon won't let me talk to a live person so, whatever, I'm just sending it all back and starting over with a new order. Moving on.</span></p><p><span>- This weekend could be a little crazy because I need to start printing off the IAHE stuff for next weekend and putting the newslettter together. Plus it's celebration night at Indian Creek complete with fireworks. And I don't know if there will be other plans because it's Kya's birthday as well. Busy, busy, busy, and I'm exhausted. Ugh.</span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D5dJNLQa-kgGTOPgYanl3Uhv7HWuyzj4Oi7hr9M8RJpNQrPaUhO1SMiDRgXGXSVp2DtjLoJI-xt5UGamMupZVqG0lT5upx1dJqreNfUjB3TxZJDJfJGra4Odq6uVXTvCQQIa7CGqs0Yh_3JnAcBPLRttLEfigvnSm8GXURQlF6Is5im-tf7UYQ/s960/IMG_5201.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="802" data-original-width="960" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D5dJNLQa-kgGTOPgYanl3Uhv7HWuyzj4Oi7hr9M8RJpNQrPaUhO1SMiDRgXGXSVp2DtjLoJI-xt5UGamMupZVqG0lT5upx1dJqreNfUjB3TxZJDJfJGra4Odq6uVXTvCQQIa7CGqs0Yh_3JnAcBPLRttLEfigvnSm8GXURQlF6Is5im-tf7UYQ/s320/IMG_5201.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty much.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrczclWT15_yG0ykXIxCfha1fy2Fs1Lx9LrntHpWp48YzSqecJQFrIDOVfDKHUbbW3AKlz80EeaBGlq2fJIUSZuEFMXaoGKFjkwylJUHaglAizdO8vcVN9nxOscdCF3srSjQzuVNstuH5npdSiZq92tk37mTYQMnOtrSM6HGRiQxZuJX5EzV5OuQ/s4032/IMG_5202.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrczclWT15_yG0ykXIxCfha1fy2Fs1Lx9LrntHpWp48YzSqecJQFrIDOVfDKHUbbW3AKlz80EeaBGlq2fJIUSZuEFMXaoGKFjkwylJUHaglAizdO8vcVN9nxOscdCF3srSjQzuVNstuH5npdSiZq92tk37mTYQMnOtrSM6HGRiQxZuJX5EzV5OuQ/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, we have a pool in our backyard, didn't you know? And now it's totally full of pool toys. So full, you can hardly swim in it! I love all the bright colors though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4pyEmcH0WC8NqE64SZb3OGvzFy7NoBDVfsmKyeS10qK40iCxPSDll2680at0x9DxiXY9YXrOLs88d__ff5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVp0sMxeISgUWAN0vnv4F8emQetDjTggUm1mIDiz40YjduRrYfWMhcdljKytT7VxyiOzl6MBPsUFq3FudVgQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJzn3CipXjEHdrqScZ8c4tBXe5WTBHmrbWRKHgnycITg86fO7m4KWeaJ0dKX_A09_Sah-fjeSsSFEfefvyZqslq25D-7OUEQQQVy8tsYEoPI9UJIWri2Sci8dLFOUks1MXtEF79LcuKoqWXnTdYQ4Eh1a36hjrwTlURoGoyH2Qg3HwuEkdyXTpA/s4032/IMG_5207.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyJzn3CipXjEHdrqScZ8c4tBXe5WTBHmrbWRKHgnycITg86fO7m4KWeaJ0dKX_A09_Sah-fjeSsSFEfefvyZqslq25D-7OUEQQQVy8tsYEoPI9UJIWri2Sci8dLFOUks1MXtEF79LcuKoqWXnTdYQ4Eh1a36hjrwTlURoGoyH2Qg3HwuEkdyXTpA/s320/IMG_5207.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The floof has been shedding like crazy. Our inside rug has been covered with hair daily. This is how much hair Keturah can get off him with her hands in less than 5 minutes. I feel so bad for him. But no, I still won't shave him down because he will look stupid and if the sun gets to his skin, I'm sure it will burn him. He has two layers of fur to protect him for a reason.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4J4_59xScG4PKQmPAugoCViWBpm9FvQP6C0RxyIZeHbgJxQodVf8YrN28vDeCi-xb4sNwpuFCnQOpuH3VSlKUTVNAXkoglJDEAOEjX_UKiBvFhQLV_4WQOQ7Aa0ZrrQtLB5q4Dm0BLGoGKlJalx5X-NYOArZmtt7tPq0YCG8pCQ1JFDCcyjI9Q/s4032/IMG_5208.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe4J4_59xScG4PKQmPAugoCViWBpm9FvQP6C0RxyIZeHbgJxQodVf8YrN28vDeCi-xb4sNwpuFCnQOpuH3VSlKUTVNAXkoglJDEAOEjX_UKiBvFhQLV_4WQOQ7Aa0ZrrQtLB5q4Dm0BLGoGKlJalx5X-NYOArZmtt7tPq0YCG8pCQ1JFDCcyjI9Q/s320/IMG_5208.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too many toys, eh?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dylK2_8c8obm6YeyB2VmHy0qQUpZg4vu8mAqWSDpxPMwxTvZAdWbjtfEHyBaTAEOjg2h6BmZcYSEd3jY79LpQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqvkXqJ3Vgd1l8dp35X-ImR2h7TXRhD-F-a5ukTW8kpeZZyIUdDECLA1ibBn5S6tJkLGU0MregZk1LJMRp_it9cBRQ5sCF-ggHTXBK-xez3mXadnGVf91H2P7NRVgxpGTphiVUxmjawMa6rCGugTSTXBlDT2Cj8h4cA33Z3wAX1U_H0VpGyXZMQ/s4032/IMG_5210.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcqvkXqJ3Vgd1l8dp35X-ImR2h7TXRhD-F-a5ukTW8kpeZZyIUdDECLA1ibBn5S6tJkLGU0MregZk1LJMRp_it9cBRQ5sCF-ggHTXBK-xez3mXadnGVf91H2P7NRVgxpGTphiVUxmjawMa6rCGugTSTXBlDT2Cj8h4cA33Z3wAX1U_H0VpGyXZMQ/s320/IMG_5210.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New game: where is Abishai?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8xFz39IGlh1edbRJBKs3W_qkOrD6utLSKEsNMzQx1F-UArZr8Kmh003n8zwlE4xuyQJ3yI3OJejosjDD4tFh8_hUeb3DIFFApB9jZFdks7cX_SJlQvoJ-Eh89LjSguYPbvGnGaIrHd4Ra7_CvHcXmmCozeRloa9xY1ILN89IgvlepZtmuaLtOw/s4032/IMG_5211.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8xFz39IGlh1edbRJBKs3W_qkOrD6utLSKEsNMzQx1F-UArZr8Kmh003n8zwlE4xuyQJ3yI3OJejosjDD4tFh8_hUeb3DIFFApB9jZFdks7cX_SJlQvoJ-Eh89LjSguYPbvGnGaIrHd4Ra7_CvHcXmmCozeRloa9xY1ILN89IgvlepZtmuaLtOw/s320/IMG_5211.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10 minutes of fluff picking and brushing. Just 10 minutes worth!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dMbW-kglsF41Z9teY_Gv4dobrYbnHn7LMXyJ74W231UmADy9gjaBbNBbvYV1xfHteHZYtpqkWmtmkK5nFnz5yvGwTKW21C6BeWom80xir6O1Hro6tbXRY4D1JPvkq1n98lDs4DUNPUsTbasOLT3xxFQ6lWSzp0ibcmk3a99FH5z7M2_99xNiWg/s4032/IMG_5212.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dMbW-kglsF41Z9teY_Gv4dobrYbnHn7LMXyJ74W231UmADy9gjaBbNBbvYV1xfHteHZYtpqkWmtmkK5nFnz5yvGwTKW21C6BeWom80xir6O1Hro6tbXRY4D1JPvkq1n98lDs4DUNPUsTbasOLT3xxFQ6lWSzp0ibcmk3a99FH5z7M2_99xNiWg/s320/IMG_5212.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, here's the BEACH cabana. It's meant to be used on sand, so the middle poll is to be sunk into the sand. Well, we don't have sand. I had to go get the big umbrella stand. Thankfully, that did the trick. It also doesn't have polls for the corners. It's really weird. The flaps and "legs" attach via velcro. So one burst of wind, and I'm afraid it's going to come apart. There are stakes to stake down the legs and a pocket at the end of them where you can put sand in them to stabilize it, too. I definitely didn't have it all straightened out for this photo yet. I fixed it later that evening and it was fine for a few days until we had a huge gust of find with a storm that was blowing through near us so I took down the whole thing before the wind did. It came down in less than a minute thankfully. It was easy to set up, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHwQfl1xyY-nN0ljea0eXgHer-oKoinYYZm2vsFDa0xNWeEJTds570kpEGxVBJjMNc3-Jf6X-nHNU0QaQawEggjCtOz-ohr_2x8j0IfIh3g_2G5-43OIQyaf0U84JXNFc0G5kXfYpJPJq22FDxbLfXmI-o06tPXAklhDs_HyFJQwC4_Dcop9XUQ/s4032/IMG_5213.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHwQfl1xyY-nN0ljea0eXgHer-oKoinYYZm2vsFDa0xNWeEJTds570kpEGxVBJjMNc3-Jf6X-nHNU0QaQawEggjCtOz-ohr_2x8j0IfIh3g_2G5-43OIQyaf0U84JXNFc0G5kXfYpJPJq22FDxbLfXmI-o06tPXAklhDs_HyFJQwC4_Dcop9XUQ/s320/IMG_5213.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little crooked to start with, but it worked fine for my purposes. I actually like the side panels. I feel cocooned away from the sun. There was also a slight breeze the first day and it was barely 90 degrees. I felt somewhat accomplished. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7i7wHH67Cr6BvUdS93eky0UBOUXuZUXVRvYlea-weSIdYK1OicY8dbhMbuXNOLAPb2dTgvyYIcqch1aDx8mK3-7Rlrb4dcJjyDzG1bAFtDxPMt3iyEkc78X4BR-jeiQt8UU3cpQku3ap6QkLsePTetA71B9VhtK90YJBb-7BmN3SB83hVfbgviQ/s4032/IMG_5214.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7i7wHH67Cr6BvUdS93eky0UBOUXuZUXVRvYlea-weSIdYK1OicY8dbhMbuXNOLAPb2dTgvyYIcqch1aDx8mK3-7Rlrb4dcJjyDzG1bAFtDxPMt3iyEkc78X4BR-jeiQt8UU3cpQku3ap6QkLsePTetA71B9VhtK90YJBb-7BmN3SB83hVfbgviQ/s320/IMG_5214.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KLpc6l90LyxsGXUeliUzzylTZAFDCLOAAr5avY8jQG1dKmr7scHa87k_05UaslQyqJNJde7hDg18iYqIguqW0x3QaYhKmpiayrtoLt8RSmgkU209XhKM17KgKey1we-bFvjFxWlEgXeqgOj0sUH_JX0_5AwjLGN5MnnTh68QjoAY99PSCSPvJg/s4032/IMG_5215.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KLpc6l90LyxsGXUeliUzzylTZAFDCLOAAr5avY8jQG1dKmr7scHa87k_05UaslQyqJNJde7hDg18iYqIguqW0x3QaYhKmpiayrtoLt8RSmgkU209XhKM17KgKey1we-bFvjFxWlEgXeqgOj0sUH_JX0_5AwjLGN5MnnTh68QjoAY99PSCSPvJg/s320/IMG_5215.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now, I could definitely get used to watching a kid doing his thing in his pool. Or having a friend and her kids over while they played. Yup, this could work. I could put the small table out here for our drinks. I'm much safer here than at the big pools. Time to be hospitable! Well, chemicals need to be balanced out, but yup, I need to do some inviting.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxinIjKBbYgnSvNgnWRpmfv9qeZJbeOtDWkie0OugoYqjFuiKcHogCWSpv5exdM6nwzgbExVLxWsvJdy_pGXw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqztXVt8HDc9lR9Fj_dEHn5gW_DOBKzAakImx9B6EoQRS2x2Y3lKtsx5NN1InP0R3fn3eQzRWnj-MaXwyTOdvOG2Lht1eMUyxovxWh2uSIH6UXhfhDMap0BA3iFcNqnpikvqeiWByztoGbNb39iy288YQWNXRIcrdGDgZV5-aANWOOesE2HVebA/s1792/IMG_5217.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqztXVt8HDc9lR9Fj_dEHn5gW_DOBKzAakImx9B6EoQRS2x2Y3lKtsx5NN1InP0R3fn3eQzRWnj-MaXwyTOdvOG2Lht1eMUyxovxWh2uSIH6UXhfhDMap0BA3iFcNqnpikvqeiWByztoGbNb39iy288YQWNXRIcrdGDgZV5-aANWOOesE2HVebA/w296-h640/IMG_5217.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking on the temperatures. 90 degrees all of a sudden doesn't feel so bad when you have a pool in the backyard to go to.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1gb6HF33BIgfqyD1zxHHGI-V8S5bCg9eP-FHvQnp_uS8d9sFHtNfsk338e1wMqYC6dnSq8o43E4UBtCRitbM_0gQE5bjm8cs0qz8InzqCPtzkElbJijJGhKaxXfi3Nf9-Q31SBqcqKa54hZ2hI1_5XQuTkcHmH8Jl78Lid6Q3GQrqwOEfd54-Q/s1792/IMG_5218.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1gb6HF33BIgfqyD1zxHHGI-V8S5bCg9eP-FHvQnp_uS8d9sFHtNfsk338e1wMqYC6dnSq8o43E4UBtCRitbM_0gQE5bjm8cs0qz8InzqCPtzkElbJijJGhKaxXfi3Nf9-Q31SBqcqKa54hZ2hI1_5XQuTkcHmH8Jl78Lid6Q3GQrqwOEfd54-Q/w296-h640/IMG_5218.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All pretty normal.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywFoH5rAm7jjBcSO74Cqq79kALoeQBHtX80pkcfkOCo5_10yjzP3uxE-ADIQIDYI4PrsqPozgELREDPdGquC2moWHNUSLIWG16jHrrkUFWlzRWape1pevRUbur2ID4Myec_gghz8p3VLDgNiLf6W5TbH67_th0qSKnM8Pvz8Z7jlG9maZKVtCPw/s4032/IMG_5220.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhywFoH5rAm7jjBcSO74Cqq79kALoeQBHtX80pkcfkOCo5_10yjzP3uxE-ADIQIDYI4PrsqPozgELREDPdGquC2moWHNUSLIWG16jHrrkUFWlzRWape1pevRUbur2ID4Myec_gghz8p3VLDgNiLf6W5TbH67_th0qSKnM8Pvz8Z7jlG9maZKVtCPw/s320/IMG_5220.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Divide and conquer again. While Jared took Abishai to Tang Soo again tonight, Justin, Keturah, and I went to Meijer to see what they had for school supplies, buy some odds and ends, and Justin wanted to get a gift(s) for Kya for her birthday on Saturday. I had talked him out of the Bonsai Tree Lego tree set because his budget wouldn't allow it and we couldn't find an actually Bonsai tree because most people don't sell them around here, but he found this other plant that was good enough. However, he ended up still spending more than his budget after walking into the Game Stop store and buying a stuffed animal that looks like a kids' version of the Nochness monster called Nessie. Oh good grief! But Kya did like both things when he gave them to her on Friday. But yeah, when Justin held the plant in front of his face in front of his bangs that were in front of his eyes, it cracked me up. Now he really couldn't see where he was going!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoBu8RJQKm8yXiUSBZcrOfQXquVA08jvkO_hkZr2SipfhkG8IYmFFuruuHXYWiJeNTVOAUe-AXxTXkLcR4LyxgbhzKYhSBXmuKJIvmO0qRyMUwLQKSqbIZ9QGLe-I3L1c76wYKLmwpXKFnmL-juHdKM1rBW2ISjaUlHD9iUVxPFxe_8_lhjyNsg/s4032/IMG_5221.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoBu8RJQKm8yXiUSBZcrOfQXquVA08jvkO_hkZr2SipfhkG8IYmFFuruuHXYWiJeNTVOAUe-AXxTXkLcR4LyxgbhzKYhSBXmuKJIvmO0qRyMUwLQKSqbIZ9QGLe-I3L1c76wYKLmwpXKFnmL-juHdKM1rBW2ISjaUlHD9iUVxPFxe_8_lhjyNsg/s320/IMG_5221.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the most unique loads of shopping I've ever done. Bananas, weird plant, face wipes, venus flytrap, school supplies. Odd.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVcUYpM07BqDKVOCcBbS_u4xXTr67cW63ulJeISfW-bAevzb1beN80J2HVMalDQi6f9prPw7BGAtdnCZsqxh6O3uww2hyScQaWE5dlMPR0GXsPTAqhEiEUfO_4ePsEIz2AapTdQsFtXH-0enqGQL6eCk-pv7VmTw_C8MQu-21Ac4Dow4QEMgyuA/s4032/IMG_5222.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGVcUYpM07BqDKVOCcBbS_u4xXTr67cW63ulJeISfW-bAevzb1beN80J2HVMalDQi6f9prPw7BGAtdnCZsqxh6O3uww2hyScQaWE5dlMPR0GXsPTAqhEiEUfO_4ePsEIz2AapTdQsFtXH-0enqGQL6eCk-pv7VmTw_C8MQu-21Ac4Dow4QEMgyuA/s320/IMG_5222.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I always splurge too much on school supplies. We only really need new glue. But, we always run out of mechanical pencils, too. And Keturah is into camoflauge so why not some camo regular pencils. And the markers, watercolor paints, and construction paper is in the hopes I do some more crafting with Abishai (but probably won't do), and I got Keturah was cool felt tip pens because well, she's in 9th grade and what girl doesn't need more colored pens? Oh, and now they have markers of the different skin tones that match the crayons and colored pencils I already have. Not that we've really used them, but I dream someday of needing them to color in my old coloring notebooks and trying to figure out what to color their faces, lemon yellow, or dk. peach, lol. What I really, really need to find were student planners but they had none. It's like they didn't have any stock to put out. There weren't any really empty displays either. They just didn't get anything in. And we had just been to Meijer like the week before so it wasn't like we totally missed the sale or anything. Some have said that Target or Wal-market have a better selection. School starts for the district this next week! How on earth this snuck on me, I don't know. I've heard no announcements, not even from Indian Creek. But all of a sudden I see all these people posting pictures of their kids doing freshman orientation. I was like, "Wait a minute, summer is over? I haven't even seen back to school ads or flyers yet?!" I guess Indian Creek didn't do a back to school supply campaign this year and that's what threw me off. I saw a couple of other backpack drive events around town. And of course us homeschoolers are blowing off the start of school until the end of August. And we JUST got the pool set up and it's still going to be 90 degrees for at least another 5 weeks and 80 degrees for 4 more weeks after that. Y'all, this is Indiana. Summer just started! And in NH, they don't start until after Labor Day and this year, we are going somewhere for Labor Day, so I might just keep going with summer until then and then start school afterwards. Point is, this year is one of those year, I'm not ready. Kids aren't ready. None of their classes are starting up yet. We are still playing. I have to go check their bucket lists. Be right back. Or rather, I'll be back in 4 weeks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwlryPOYkFPiZvx2dIuxdmvgZoqcXJVk2oN19_Ss5NQhNBTmJBUoxLOyy0iANaivTXfMQihWOIb_0Ky7UWA8J8fbLRmuAJi0PnzR9ITHOLvkaH6QBKThIfWsd9uFqdWuQ_aR0Jb8LIBMdAe4TvWTZSch1Z8WxrChYrP3oXO8pkVDc5kFbRoMYQQ/s4032/IMG_5223.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwlryPOYkFPiZvx2dIuxdmvgZoqcXJVk2oN19_Ss5NQhNBTmJBUoxLOyy0iANaivTXfMQihWOIb_0Ky7UWA8J8fbLRmuAJi0PnzR9ITHOLvkaH6QBKThIfWsd9uFqdWuQ_aR0Jb8LIBMdAe4TvWTZSch1Z8WxrChYrP3oXO8pkVDc5kFbRoMYQQ/s320/IMG_5223.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lazy days of summer!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaCo17zWzTENyR1Pvo6K0cDhfR7DYLLF7WIr0iANr6RjDlNliDdzzsn-TE10PUj_gxe7yiNvv0nO50qBCxedJ2Q3flj6kBgzDiPd8YjwOBRXGyLGT1TVmHIYONUnE3elKPrMVpEgr7ebpo4JLdlbrmPIAjHR5U7miCg5Nx-XUSEgapecc2VeGVg/s4032/IMG_5224.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUaCo17zWzTENyR1Pvo6K0cDhfR7DYLLF7WIr0iANr6RjDlNliDdzzsn-TE10PUj_gxe7yiNvv0nO50qBCxedJ2Q3flj6kBgzDiPd8YjwOBRXGyLGT1TVmHIYONUnE3elKPrMVpEgr7ebpo4JLdlbrmPIAjHR5U7miCg5Nx-XUSEgapecc2VeGVg/s320/IMG_5224.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice looking cabana down there! We are becoming suburbanites! Always adding something to the backyard to make it our oasis. Then we really don't have to go out. It hasn't even been a week since we filled the pool. We can't get enough of it! Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /><span>Friday - </span></p><p><span>- Park day had a boost! We had the other couple of moms plus Angie and Autumn from Florida! Our other regulars knew they were coming but I didn't know until the night before. I was like, "What?! Yeah! We were out Southeastway, so I was going to go anyway, but now I was super, duper excited! And the morning didn't disappoint. Oh man, I miss Angie's stories, wisdom, and love! I miss her friendship so much! I have not been the greatest friend, but we've stayed in touch on Facebook, so I sort of knew how things were going. But you really don't know everything unless you see someone in person. Abishai was super excited to see Autumn, too. Justin was like, eh, sure, ok, and he and Kya took off for a walk as soon as Kya got there. But they later joined up with the rest of the teens. Abishai bounced back and forth between Niles and Alex and the teens. It was pretty warm, and by the time we left, I was sweating, but the breeze was out and we moms were sitting at a table under the big trees near the hilltop playground. We all had a blast, that's for sure. But I really, really, really miss my friend. And then later I saw some photos of Laura from PEI and I really missed her, too. She's ALWAYS up to something. And I mean ALWAYS, like every single DAY! She doesn't vlog or blog but she should. Sigh.</span></p><p><span>- Fridays, our play day. Our day to play hooky and not do much. And well, this summer has been like that the last couple of weeks so I'm planning to work harder on Saturday. Kya came home with us on Friday. I actually didn't know what Friday afternoon and evening was going to look like. Jared had stayed home for the morning until about 1pm because he was going to be out all afternoon and evening doing the e2 women's retreat thing and then again on Saturday until 4pm. So we weren't really home with him, but had a little bit of extra time. Unfortunately, that meant I couldn't leave the house to run errands because Kya was there. So, I'll have to try and take the Amazon returns on Saturday, Sunday, or this coming week. I messed up royally on them so I have to take a lotion and bodywash to Kohl's and a lotion to a UPS store. I bought the same lotion at Meijer for it's proper price on Thursday night. I can't believe I kept buying what I thought was going to be 3 tubes of 3 oz and they only sent me 1 tube. And then there was no way I could fix it. No way online or over the phone to talk to a person. And then when I tried to explain it in the review section, they took down my review because it wasn't about the product! What the heck! I see people talk about the service all the time in the comments! What a rip off! Whatever, I found it at Meijer for the same price. I'll just go there and I won't be busying my beauty items on Amazon anymore I guess. Whatever. Amazon, you have failed me.</span></p><p><span>- I worked on the blog instead. And my Bible study. Oh, and I went in the pool with Abishai. That's what I did! I went in the pool for the first time! And it was too warm! Not refreshing! I had a grand time with him and he was was so sweet! He wanted to jump into my arms for a hug. I had to tell him not to do that so I wouldn't get hurt, so he jumped in and I sort of caught him. I tried to teach him some swimming basics but he was barely listening. We'll have lots of time to go over that. I found out that he just learned how to do a somersault under the water! And of course, no floaties. He climbed onto my back for "snuggles" in the pool when I was in the doughnut floatie. And we got on the big floaties and pretended they were cars. We parked the cars at different "spots" in the pool like the grocery store or the doughnut shop. I could have just floated on a floatie and taken a nap. But then I felt the back of my legs start to burn, so I got back into the water. I had only put on sunscreen on my face and arms today. I don't usually put my whole head under the water because I don't want my hairclip to be affected by the chlorine, not to mention the skin on my face, but Abishai did push me under once, punk. We had a blast, that's for sure. Later on the muscles under my armpits felt sore, I think from showing Abishai what a full freestyle stroke is, or from just using my arms to paddle around on the floatie. Either way, I did move around and that's good for me. I was exhausted to begin with, and I was doubly exhausted when I was done. Abishai appreciated that even Mommy could get in the pool with him. He has a good time with Keturah, too, but I did notice more fighting by the end of the week.</span></p><p><span>- Justin still hasn't gotten in the pool. I feel like if Justin would just get in one time with Abishai, he would love it. All the wrestling and goofing would be could for them both. But Justin's at that age where it's too cool to hang out with younger siblings. I hate it so much. And Justin is subconsciously taking cues from Benaiah, too. He even sounds like Benaiah. All I've ever wanted was to cultivate a loving family that stayed close because my family didn't have that. Jared's family had that for the most part. Maybe not as much while the boys were in high school. I don't know. I just have to bide my time and see if we've laid the foundation deep enough that they come around and grow into loving adults. I had hoped that my siblings and I would grow closer, and in some ways, we are ok, but in some ways, we've grown very far apart again. And it's disheartening. They say they want to try, but then for months, nothing happens. It's so sad. And isolating. And after leaving Indian Creek, I've felt a distancing between Jared's family and I as well. So, I'm even more alone. (see Sunday's entry).<br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxVcalVIAQdChnWbqGCRjZ5Obd1AuQNlw8DGAFh3Hg11cZMiA0e2UarGM83Dyyipw2ikTrhuspTLTL4SYjJxs1qKGhjnYDWpEjtdYS8ER9cNow61T4z8F1Sc8Bs9vYG0knOuAKUtLHcF9AnbuGelODW0jdglcphP7VBIam1u_5M8ow-H5SjXm3Q/s737/294038741_2214700448703471_693905614930240242_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="737" data-original-width="735" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxVcalVIAQdChnWbqGCRjZ5Obd1AuQNlw8DGAFh3Hg11cZMiA0e2UarGM83Dyyipw2ikTrhuspTLTL4SYjJxs1qKGhjnYDWpEjtdYS8ER9cNow61T4z8F1Sc8Bs9vYG0knOuAKUtLHcF9AnbuGelODW0jdglcphP7VBIam1u_5M8ow-H5SjXm3Q/w399-h400/294038741_2214700448703471_693905614930240242_n.jpg" width="399" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtra9Rz_31j7ClIy4iljYTkv9NC_HmUto5dYsbavsiMhrCX4KayZcV0UAY79uzRxLaV3a-LTvqB7a7Ca3Yo3woZMp1jNaUTDUMCA3Lk2eizpQ2Ou2mQaqTlLm6Cvs7dF7xsI9gUlNjZSbYkfYgjSc-klyhWo4opuK1hUvVAoLiI800UuW7k_rZGg/s1080/IMG_5226.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtra9Rz_31j7ClIy4iljYTkv9NC_HmUto5dYsbavsiMhrCX4KayZcV0UAY79uzRxLaV3a-LTvqB7a7Ca3Yo3woZMp1jNaUTDUMCA3Lk2eizpQ2Ou2mQaqTlLm6Cvs7dF7xsI9gUlNjZSbYkfYgjSc-klyhWo4opuK1hUvVAoLiI800UuW7k_rZGg/s320/IMG_5226.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even I need to slow and make sure I'm not creating an environment at home like this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsqTP2Ww3dO_ofjhGkRbxdauedppGr62GkVBKg0IKBTXMvpQ1cW9yF-z7M3k5EacM0TlpK9e-vJ4rkVozCCr6vxt-nasm0wKUPlCxnhbTuxu1Xe0yirYNwCYkH5XZ1aXAouco7Ck4buA-pTw9s9EJ-QljE27EOGvAG9kvB_3_4vSGUM_hViuTGA/s1792/IMG_5227.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPsqTP2Ww3dO_ofjhGkRbxdauedppGr62GkVBKg0IKBTXMvpQ1cW9yF-z7M3k5EacM0TlpK9e-vJ4rkVozCCr6vxt-nasm0wKUPlCxnhbTuxu1Xe0yirYNwCYkH5XZ1aXAouco7Ck4buA-pTw9s9EJ-QljE27EOGvAG9kvB_3_4vSGUM_hViuTGA/w296-h640/IMG_5227.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soulfest, aka Inside Out Soul Festival, looks to have an incredible line up this year! It's the premiere music festival for all of New England! I was actually at the inaugural one years ago as a volunteer and got 1/2 off the ticket price. And all I did was volunteer for like 2-3 hrs a day. I helped out at a merchandise booth one of the days, but I can't remember what else I did. I met the Newsboys for the first time. And then I got to meet Phil Joel and Rebecca St. James in a meeting for youth leaders as Jared and I were techinally youth leaders at Indian Creek for the high schoolers. I didn't camp onsite though. I drove up the 90 minutes one way every day for the 3 or 4 days. I think Michael W. Smith also played that year. It was either in 1999 or 2000, the year between before Freshman year or before Sophomore year, before we were married for sure. I'm thinking it was 2000 because I would have been fully 18 turning 19 at the time and had been a youth leader all year. I had so much fun. Too bad my souvenir extra small spaghetti strap tank top doesn't fit me anymore. I bet a 10 yr old me couldn't even fit it anymore. It shrunk a lot.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpn0Q7d7NWB2aWOAk0UMJ-C7qCs8yFb2ULPZSkunNabeKY6udQ0G4skxOKU6Zuw3hP0kyPl-EnHgF_q0-Wgg7WfMeeS_o71urEcwklHjueJ32riFXlUBJPsXQLyN1GJo-ftPsf4mK_BKw6o-8Atbq4SCr--jyRrMefG8OS8yY2WOkOTy4k45Ieg/s1792/IMG_5229.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGpn0Q7d7NWB2aWOAk0UMJ-C7qCs8yFb2ULPZSkunNabeKY6udQ0G4skxOKU6Zuw3hP0kyPl-EnHgF_q0-Wgg7WfMeeS_o71urEcwklHjueJ32riFXlUBJPsXQLyN1GJo-ftPsf4mK_BKw6o-8Atbq4SCr--jyRrMefG8OS8yY2WOkOTy4k45Ieg/w296-h640/IMG_5229.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin said he's already signed up to help his small group help at this event. We'll be going straight from one youth group to another on Sunday night. It will be a bit strange going from one to another, but that's what we've chosen. Justin balances it way better than I can.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9NqUXqcVpWkTeTK5gFzP3Hg7jJlaqQ-T-l62FmhIJ4FPwjhLYaujx5pfW4B9yIge-y78Ld25Z7yMkgmd1r6retxb4i8hEK8rPKg39_TxQ-klln9RpGO9wPE06J8b81va1sbjFcyn8vN6YnQPg2l_HB9UnnAqI_AC6YpCxw3dp0U166O-TouUtQ/s2000/IMG_5230.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL9NqUXqcVpWkTeTK5gFzP3Hg7jJlaqQ-T-l62FmhIJ4FPwjhLYaujx5pfW4B9yIge-y78Ld25Z7yMkgmd1r6retxb4i8hEK8rPKg39_TxQ-klln9RpGO9wPE06J8b81va1sbjFcyn8vN6YnQPg2l_HB9UnnAqI_AC6YpCxw3dp0U166O-TouUtQ/w640-h640/IMG_5230.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was looking through photos for something and happened upon this lovely collage. I believe we were in New Orleans, our first time downtown. That's baby Everly, not Keturah. So, Justin is probably almost 2 yrs old, and Beniah might be 5 years old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0RHFckwz8QrGMA-znACJYaAT2XtTI4mCqspLWO8TDhkH5XzpsQv_Q70h5zCfZ2M53bh8b403EYaO1UoK97z30txqmKk-W25y95u7IsrRjHZzfs8rjHsBLjLAQiY8gDTGPkJ9Z6reQAqgnEwiVGM6XN2D3heDVs8p9k49LHz1J_yx5bPm7UmbxA/s3088/IMG_5231.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0RHFckwz8QrGMA-znACJYaAT2XtTI4mCqspLWO8TDhkH5XzpsQv_Q70h5zCfZ2M53bh8b403EYaO1UoK97z30txqmKk-W25y95u7IsrRjHZzfs8rjHsBLjLAQiY8gDTGPkJ9Z6reQAqgnEwiVGM6XN2D3heDVs8p9k49LHz1J_yx5bPm7UmbxA/s320/IMG_5231.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first time in the pool and I thought the water was too warm! Yuck!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5CBThME1ZKRsalT75m3uWSZMA9KIJE5MVErAQWh-gFK8J5mk3w-l3DAywZcRHhu5oIxQtTIJoxsTJXWy6c8_cV18RzO5olGy8Wx0wuxzgICqhXnP98vUtjWGVfsnp5lR7DhOjD4e2qyyIOICRzI7F1FPo5XoHGt1Z8YuoGWtexRYCpMGHjkv7w/s3520/IMG_5234.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5CBThME1ZKRsalT75m3uWSZMA9KIJE5MVErAQWh-gFK8J5mk3w-l3DAywZcRHhu5oIxQtTIJoxsTJXWy6c8_cV18RzO5olGy8Wx0wuxzgICqhXnP98vUtjWGVfsnp5lR7DhOjD4e2qyyIOICRzI7F1FPo5XoHGt1Z8YuoGWtexRYCpMGHjkv7w/s320/IMG_5234.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like a duck diving for a fish, lol! Actually, he can now do flips in the water!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MQ27GRkstW2lCCIQyKYYoQdYmkmEn6jSI5h6CusSW1wlCcBitOwsMtvj3cZ6gkGsG1qQ7pKt-YSe4mGe_WLOoUuIRVr6gufduL9TcxmYUwKUaW2NPl9UPVWNQvLJ9fBP_AgrMnCprAE45Nkaj47yzRuKAzOwB0p02gBPMvFWVEb_rCTvU-XgMw/s4032/IMG_5236.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MQ27GRkstW2lCCIQyKYYoQdYmkmEn6jSI5h6CusSW1wlCcBitOwsMtvj3cZ6gkGsG1qQ7pKt-YSe4mGe_WLOoUuIRVr6gufduL9TcxmYUwKUaW2NPl9UPVWNQvLJ9fBP_AgrMnCprAE45Nkaj47yzRuKAzOwB0p02gBPMvFWVEb_rCTvU-XgMw/s320/IMG_5236.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here I go, ready for my first dip in our new pool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6Qu91nat-vwai9Y7P3F8hkW4tHAphY46edygk_zrAzAzIPrgrpVe_zNfLLv2GYU15h8PU6gdIg3TKjieO4QSaPY7hqdSEx3-yyYKNmuluxKu-bcpNUxfvM-tpodZtDft5KqhNoNoQ7vDFOKjvqkVGGKgHN-k5DalaD6l6XD3ICQA7klkPipMTQ/s3520/IMG_5237.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6Qu91nat-vwai9Y7P3F8hkW4tHAphY46edygk_zrAzAzIPrgrpVe_zNfLLv2GYU15h8PU6gdIg3TKjieO4QSaPY7hqdSEx3-yyYKNmuluxKu-bcpNUxfvM-tpodZtDft5KqhNoNoQ7vDFOKjvqkVGGKgHN-k5DalaD6l6XD3ICQA7klkPipMTQ/s320/IMG_5237.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh, I don't know why I took this pic. Maybe because their room is always a disaster? Or maybe Kya was over and I have a video of her laughing? I'm not sure.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmtOsKFsgz59gxoXO0RkSPggwJZKqfQPOu9XURUxsblaHPGtyy_YNRWGsdwmSR-aywAf-1qgkV8eTVxvSaiw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzDGlzg42VWv6NAXdDPohIxpO_omYJ9CT1fUXP8yCA6ileKtUzB6mTjCUfxw3keYnn0CpZ5bNA6vlsiXlQj3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzXaWrYrfeRkujVw5w_3B3PzTcA1-46FzgcIOm3bsTmz9JbqaFt_FeANjDP26GqUjCBNjIVFRigGBtBnVslLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWJugDLKTwXJ13bvFLu3orYnowCkUJ7Vr8j5whjR_zwXV9ESprM1IzrLYZN6yPBKspBBuvAwZMoqKJwrbTSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPVodgwbUxtW9VwOeHU1UVEqM81a_Jbsflluyx2pRWqXzxF-Rc-1A8ptS5XpagFkmsDlzCm4IW5XJe3gUczg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span><br /></span><p></p><p><span>Saturday - </span></p><p><span>- It's literally more than 6 weeks later. I got way side tracked and inconsistent with blogging so who knows what we did this day. So, no big blurb for July 24th, 2022. I'll see what I can do about journaling the photos and making sure videos are uploaded. And the next journal entry, I had totally skipped, so that should be fun to figured out. Enjoy!<br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gnIltwNGNCaCUJNbvibIsXEXOFeWv_PhoLYDx0G_PManaeqMma8Xv7Wyvs8ZoGe6EQYDmzjFfo-oQDwBpVytIAPWEDLpX6kplhnVyjpM4YUINnvUQmhtYpSyDEnb6ohJlKhFlLAFs99O9XkvUQuY5X3cMZKfzrHejIA8_5IV4W0TlYcL9439tg/s3264/68027847932__D1FB41FF-FC2E-4FCB-BD54-E6B481971196.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3264" data-original-width="2448" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1gnIltwNGNCaCUJNbvibIsXEXOFeWv_PhoLYDx0G_PManaeqMma8Xv7Wyvs8ZoGe6EQYDmzjFfo-oQDwBpVytIAPWEDLpX6kplhnVyjpM4YUINnvUQmhtYpSyDEnb6ohJlKhFlLAFs99O9XkvUQuY5X3cMZKfzrHejIA8_5IV4W0TlYcL9439tg/s320/68027847932__D1FB41FF-FC2E-4FCB-BD54-E6B481971196.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nora's day calendar is hilarious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPCkUPLpPUZhEtz737LY2rGp2GLfMRGpfFKFlset0Zd12LPw5dZ8qYpo8q29X0aNIUnDqWXp-N3MpK5Zw3M3XVbXnFG_x8dIYKIcj_Thkv8qif8G44T7gh_uUc7jLt9uK-Z_H7wNMF6D4agfTkUHdxRb0SVZ87Xrv4lLhAdXRKYGleE5aAd--gw/s4032/IMG_5240.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPCkUPLpPUZhEtz737LY2rGp2GLfMRGpfFKFlset0Zd12LPw5dZ8qYpo8q29X0aNIUnDqWXp-N3MpK5Zw3M3XVbXnFG_x8dIYKIcj_Thkv8qif8G44T7gh_uUc7jLt9uK-Z_H7wNMF6D4agfTkUHdxRb0SVZ87Xrv4lLhAdXRKYGleE5aAd--gw/s320/IMG_5240.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When your husband's ministry has a conference, you get all the leftovers. It was a women's conference this time. I did make the mistake of mixing these two bags and some of these chips were the yummy lime chips ones. The kids don't like them but I do.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDOqodgwEOUDu5Vdcmfxy2w1JYC5GpgyT1be__AipgRVXO8s6gWN2I65m3_lobuPfmNoWBsaVlttdCFWipSw7BlZgGRMgU4O1rY_ukPzFY5SGbndeuD-UoC4Tq8tAqmEWEoO_6YNQJUcyvFhm9rW4NBxc-nuYObU1RVe_qKNY63hr2iXJtWbYoQ/s4032/IMG_5241.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWDOqodgwEOUDu5Vdcmfxy2w1JYC5GpgyT1be__AipgRVXO8s6gWN2I65m3_lobuPfmNoWBsaVlttdCFWipSw7BlZgGRMgU4O1rY_ukPzFY5SGbndeuD-UoC4Tq8tAqmEWEoO_6YNQJUcyvFhm9rW4NBxc-nuYObU1RVe_qKNY63hr2iXJtWbYoQ/s320/IMG_5241.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leftovers for days and days! The kids didn't like the spicy rice or beans and eventually later in the week Grandma took them to her house. But we ate chicken and beef and lettuce and all kinds of great stuff! Taco stuff makes it easy to serve to people with allergies because they can pick and choose and Qdoba's is one of the best because their taco meat and many of their sides and their chips are gluten free.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_IJ_qnyWRmSkFKz9uvyYpE5S83gHURQkjvUn6zQ96mss1L40hqcXFMnFfHAiD2ELYc52R9rA6F-YRv1fuVuXr3DHPn9hU-MJraGx3I02Jpd-8BhAAiXDo9fSG1qn1LCU5wqZush4MBCCvK-4dXq5fEFGuy7JoDe0VI9hnQaEU2UOp3n3pQR_Aw/s1792/IMG_5242.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_IJ_qnyWRmSkFKz9uvyYpE5S83gHURQkjvUn6zQ96mss1L40hqcXFMnFfHAiD2ELYc52R9rA6F-YRv1fuVuXr3DHPn9hU-MJraGx3I02Jpd-8BhAAiXDo9fSG1qn1LCU5wqZush4MBCCvK-4dXq5fEFGuy7JoDe0VI9hnQaEU2UOp3n3pQR_Aw/w296-h640/IMG_5242.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you say so, dear. Most of us run and hide.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBIhYwR6HWKaLJuvEXMfvNV7dsITE_2IdoVMY1ebG3W-Fy2Ff1mSPOR1Ek4mViGRYyGGn4Qt_Et5k5pV2gzz2LL38QfXIlOnVrXY21R89ZWmvXIChd0mvStWI1jLKljc5YpccQcP_skNMhUgyZnz4j9gufP7uu9KOuqjL7ePdFnuYJpGcwdxFyw/s1792/IMG_5243.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBIhYwR6HWKaLJuvEXMfvNV7dsITE_2IdoVMY1ebG3W-Fy2Ff1mSPOR1Ek4mViGRYyGGn4Qt_Et5k5pV2gzz2LL38QfXIlOnVrXY21R89ZWmvXIChd0mvStWI1jLKljc5YpccQcP_skNMhUgyZnz4j9gufP7uu9KOuqjL7ePdFnuYJpGcwdxFyw/w296-h640/IMG_5243.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah yes, the 5 city European tour. They had a blast, saw record numbers (people FLY into the cities to see those shows because it's so rare!), and these guys really don't forget these shows. I'm sure they eventually forget the state side shows because they do eventually revisit the same venues. But you can't forget the energy and crowds over there. Yes, there's a ton of dead churches and they desperately need revival. And so do we. But the Church is still alive in pockets, and we've seen that with the humanitarian efforts of the Ukranian people. I loved following along through Instagram what they were doing during those couple of weeks while they were over there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQAjz6FGAUznwSStNvAEymFuhYG-q3NCaG3D0C2-MlKHNi6XY6HqYunfdfAhuR79BO1LtOCKWBKkWSI_7mCLwLcD5ElTwZ2WBQZ8eHkNiOiix_sFalVh1hMaH4bkm8hazj9V_QSl9NFvLcUUTLxxOQW5VUBKWF4vj75EcSj_fdPmoVWLjVO6evw/s1792/IMG_5244.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQAjz6FGAUznwSStNvAEymFuhYG-q3NCaG3D0C2-MlKHNi6XY6HqYunfdfAhuR79BO1LtOCKWBKkWSI_7mCLwLcD5ElTwZ2WBQZ8eHkNiOiix_sFalVh1hMaH4bkm8hazj9V_QSl9NFvLcUUTLxxOQW5VUBKWF4vj75EcSj_fdPmoVWLjVO6evw/w296-h640/IMG_5244.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjzT54lrualyHvKkr4Ipo1xRuUxKHxDhFNyuwG-3EQI-lgLV-sn_fqvplJZKaZCTmtqMDJUw6NRLrrlv1w2ynpGNn-KAfawAVwJjUN3VfZB0vNTPgpidhDef_d8qmASL28rGFEIHxraDviBVYc2HU4IFvmOjnBCppMn0SUBSsXOSO2lmATJhE6A/s1792/IMG_5245.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjzT54lrualyHvKkr4Ipo1xRuUxKHxDhFNyuwG-3EQI-lgLV-sn_fqvplJZKaZCTmtqMDJUw6NRLrrlv1w2ynpGNn-KAfawAVwJjUN3VfZB0vNTPgpidhDef_d8qmASL28rGFEIHxraDviBVYc2HU4IFvmOjnBCppMn0SUBSsXOSO2lmATJhE6A/w296-h640/IMG_5245.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, e2 stays local and then Jared and Leah get to help. And the rest of the office ladies and their spouses. Special times.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnvLCZDb0NHtnHjbjJhhPMAaannabfsFChk0M-nQ-AZpg3t2tYfbWgFfs84vGc_9VRB4mhlesiBMD2YNnBVmeehu4ixz9kCX0pYbnNSd2U9CspWGwS6T3m8qgzngBO0iMDNq-rzOS-TIX62wAXuiN7ImaI8Za19dDjwH-cezaIchqpDPoKqcCeg/s4032/IMG_5246.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnvLCZDb0NHtnHjbjJhhPMAaannabfsFChk0M-nQ-AZpg3t2tYfbWgFfs84vGc_9VRB4mhlesiBMD2YNnBVmeehu4ixz9kCX0pYbnNSd2U9CspWGwS6T3m8qgzngBO0iMDNq-rzOS-TIX62wAXuiN7ImaI8Za19dDjwH-cezaIchqpDPoKqcCeg/w640-h480/IMG_5246.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Incredible clouds that evening. Thunderstorm rolling in. I remember seeing the front edges of storms like this on PEI. You can see it coming for miles and miles. View to the west.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNCmo4JraiweLcrtpBVNUX2I_TFT2E--A2iIVLzn_8CITZzq-McMF025QQYKVBGAhdtokb6Z9a4pIgJWS_K_Pvt9Itznf3udrXyXbF0eLWRyoev7PDNQW2SUwerC22-5wHKa1rGZ_PeUQkx08xUzJGPsKBsFBvYPB7cW0BTyHi1sVV2WosyUW3A/s4032/IMG_5247.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNCmo4JraiweLcrtpBVNUX2I_TFT2E--A2iIVLzn_8CITZzq-McMF025QQYKVBGAhdtokb6Z9a4pIgJWS_K_Pvt9Itznf3udrXyXbF0eLWRyoev7PDNQW2SUwerC22-5wHKa1rGZ_PeUQkx08xUzJGPsKBsFBvYPB7cW0BTyHi1sVV2WosyUW3A/w480-h640/IMG_5247.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View to the East.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ACDilhg87RxKHg_SI9KbX9wJxlCZ4KHlAyibaNU9Pd4gQ-fixYWHEs8AHPP2dQZIjprPziSWQ3tR-cdoddpYoiSCGzuFzFJeGzDfcCXwlKvzY05yXO7M_cWDWhWfBiARotHzMgti_cEEbTMBsE356616HJZaXNo2MyCPXw_zLHQXQ_iOO4bnyg/s1792/IMG_5248.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ACDilhg87RxKHg_SI9KbX9wJxlCZ4KHlAyibaNU9Pd4gQ-fixYWHEs8AHPP2dQZIjprPziSWQ3tR-cdoddpYoiSCGzuFzFJeGzDfcCXwlKvzY05yXO7M_cWDWhWfBiARotHzMgti_cEEbTMBsE356616HJZaXNo2MyCPXw_zLHQXQ_iOO4bnyg/w296-h640/IMG_5248.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was watching a lot of G.I. Joe during those weeks. It's amazing how short the runs these cartoons have. They just have so many reruns that you think they go on forever, especially when you're a kid. Only 96 episodes? And it's the same with today's cartoons, too. And I guess most adult shows, too. I prefer picking a series that's been on for 8-10 seasons, but sometimes a season only consists of 8-10 episodes. Sometimes the episodes are 50 minutes long, sometimes 90. It's really all over the place.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfXs7NoCZKfVRxPp15DckbD0sGVKtTQ6aUulEQyCRANXw8MFfK5Uvc_PqPCJq5_riMClyZ1PPd6d4JqSAEI6FgtlqlBv6XzIwzzUf8oOSftcZUit29NP2g957HhUVH95rG2kOpKTVe-8yCeyvl1bouOnIU2subgQ-MDhkGGYTvvH7oOr6R1vxKg/s4032/IMG_5250.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfXs7NoCZKfVRxPp15DckbD0sGVKtTQ6aUulEQyCRANXw8MFfK5Uvc_PqPCJq5_riMClyZ1PPd6d4JqSAEI6FgtlqlBv6XzIwzzUf8oOSftcZUit29NP2g957HhUVH95rG2kOpKTVe-8yCeyvl1bouOnIU2subgQ-MDhkGGYTvvH7oOr6R1vxKg/w300-h400/IMG_5250.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First (and only) time I got the pH correct!! Finally! We have learned a lot about all the chemicals and what goes into maintaining the pool. It's really not that bad once you get into it. I can do the testing and adding chemicals. But I have to have someone else do the vacuuming and scrubbing. Justin and Keturah can do it together or one of them with Jared (when his back isn't hurting). Next year we will get a stronger filter and then clean up will be a breeze. We've been able to keep a fairly clean pool all summer, except some algae growth near the end because of my negligence.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span>Sunday - </span></p><p><span>- I stayed home from church today because I did a no-no and stayed up again until 4 am. There was no way I was going to sit in church and stay awake listening to dear Pastor Brett. I love his sermons, but man, his soothing voice puts you to sleep! My friend Angie from Florida actually used to attend New Pal BC and that's how she put it, so I'm glad I'm not alone! I stood in the kitchen or walked around a bit. I caught at least 3/4 of the sermon, but was also distracted a bit. It was on Daniel 10 about spiritual warfare and I zoned out a bit because I found myself agreeing a lot and I totally know and see spiritual warfare all the time, here at home, out there in the world, and in the heavenly realms. Dude, do I ever. And it's something that Gary has preached on for years and years. And Ephesians 6:10-18 is something that I have had memorized and understood for 30 years. But it was interesting how it related to Daniel 10. We'll go over it again next week as we go over the passage again and go into Daniel 11. I'm good.</span></p><p><span>- But that also gave me the opportunity to see who was preaching and on what at Indian Creek. Oh, it was Gary. And it was on wisdom. Ok, so, I guess I'll try it. I missed the one on unity. I had watched an hour or more long video on progressive Christianity's view on unity and now I'm curious what Pastor Dan said on unity or maybe I had watched that one and wanted to rewatch it and wanted to analyze it after watching this YouTube video. I was explaining to my friend Angie why I had switched churches and how I wasn't sure where Indian Creek was headed and how some of the progressive Christianity tendencies were going to play out, plus the spiritual milk vs. meat and I was tired on waiting for them to catch up, etc. (I didn't get to explain everything) But anyway, it will always be hit or miss on if/when I listen to a Creek sermon or if it is wise to just cut everything off, which is what I've been trying to do. But it was Gary, and I don't hear enough of what's going on in his mind, and curious minds like mine need to know where he's headed because I'm related to him. Well, it was insightful. I'm going to say this, I now know where his brain is at and what does upset him right now. Some things that have probably bothered him for years that have now surfaced and he's more passionate about because of his age and possibly because of what I've done recently. But, I walked through my reasons again, and I know I'm where I need to be at this moment in time. Things can change, in fact, I'm sure they will, not necessarily back to where they were, however, right now, God has affirmed and affirmed again I am where He wants me for my spiritual health. My spiritual health is important so I can lead my children and do my homeschool ministry. I need to be built up so I can build up others.</span></p><p></p><p><span>-
And now, I have to go be a good conversationalist and go to the summer
camp Celebration Night at Indian Creek. Sigh. And the weather is about
to go sideways. They were supposed to have bounce houses and food trucks
outside from 8pm until fireworks at 10pm. Worship service at 7. I can
do the worship service, but I don't want to do the hanging out part. If
we are inside, at least I don't have to deal with the heat and humidity.
But I don't want to feel awkward with people. I have to go get Justin
and Kya from the other youth group and bring them over here for the
Celebration Night. I would just drop them off, and let Jared hang out
with Abishai, but, the kids went to summer camp, so, I know they will be
in the pics and videos, and the service is for the parents, regardless
of where they go to church, so, I'll go. But I don't want loud and
crowded. I just want my friends and my church. Sigh. That is, I'll leave
after I get Abishai off of the TV. He's now watched 4 hrs of G.I. Joe.
Because I didn't get him off at 4pm and Jared has now found his way to
his bed. He needs to leave for church with the
other kids in an hour and make sure they eat. Sigh. So not helpful!</span></p><p><span>- I'm back! What an eventful evening! So, I left a few minutes late and forgot that I needed gas, but I only brought my license with the old Bank of America credit card in it, so, I used that to get gas and then picked up the kids. That left me no time to go back to the house to change into pants, change my shoes, fix my hair, get water, or my purse. The kids didn't need to change their clothes either because they didn't end up going outside and getting wet. So we went straight to church and got there right as the service was starting. All was well. The service was fun and straight forward with a kid from each grade getting to say a word or phrase or a couple of things about their different camps. And then we sang songs from every camp week.There were some extra lights, glow necklaces, light up drum sticks, 5 baptisms, and bubbles floating down from the balcony at the end. The auditorium was full and the music was fairly loud but not too bad. Mr. Sam Southworth and his daughter sat next to us and Abishai immediately changed seats with me so he could get closer to Mr. Sam. Eventually Keturah wandered off during the middle of the service when she saw her small group in the balcony. Justin and Kya sat with his small group, so Kya was the only girl in that whole row, a little tiny girl amongst grown men. Too cute. Gary eventually found us and I have no idea where Leah was. Benaiah was doing tech. Normal, straight forward and all that.</span></p><p><span>- Then the chaos began. The bounce houses were set up in every large room available. The food trucks were set up on the south side parking lot with tents in front of them because of the rain and of course they cost money. My phone was doing wonky things so text messaging wasn't going well. Everyone in my family was scattered. I managed to get a water from the office and just stayed at church. Justin and Kya started to wander around and say hi to people. Justin didn't need to help with anything. Keturah went to play nine square the whole time and didn't hang out with her small group because, well, she doesn't understand the concept of mingling. Jared took Abishai to buy a hot dog, after I specifically said to eat at home so we wouldn't buy from a food truck because of our bad experience at the airshow. Then I guess they went to the office for Sprite.</span></p><p><span>- Eventually I found Corrine Paulson and we talked while all our kids wandered. Ah, a friendly! That kept me from a lot of awkward conversations. Actually, I found myself darting away from everyone I knew. I just didn't want to engage with them because what was I going to say? Hi, how are you? and then what would I say if they asked me why they haven't seen me around. I did find out that a friend knew I was going to another church. So now I have a text out to Jared to tell me exactly who he's talked to and what he's said. I've been very careful about not putting it out on FB and only telling people in person who are not at all connected with Indian Creek. There's a ton of gossips at Indian Creek. TONS and TONS. I mean, just last week people came up to Leah to ask about her knee surgery. Um, she's not having knee surgery. Or they will ask about Gary's retirement. Gary hasn't retired. I told staff. I've told only super friendly, understanding, and people I trust with all my secrets, say Lise Caldwell (I told Shan but I wouldn't care if Lise knew). So, to have someone ask me "how's the other church" or say, "I heart you're going to another church" took me by surprise. I don't want the whole church to know my business and look down on my family. I guess, if word gets out, it's not my fault. I've done my job. I didn't gossip. It's Leah's mouth or Jared's mouth. They can ruin their own reputations there I guess. But because I've gotten in trouble for saying things on FB, I want to make sure it's not because of me that word gets out. And like I said earlier, I'm not going to be the cause of disunity within the church or the family. So I'm trying to solve the problem. Instead of being discontent in a place that makes me grumble and groan every week where I never grow spiritually, I left. I pressed in a bit to see if I could do anything to make changes and when I wasn't being heard, I quietly left. That's the key, I quietly left. If others want to make a stink about it from the pulpit or just outright tell the whole truth, that's on their heads. I'm not an embarrassment. I'm not a black sheep. I just need something different. I need to serve somewhere differently. </span></p><p><span>- After I talked with Corinne, I finally saw Jared and Abishai heading towards the KP area. Justin and Kya came to get my only credit card to get some food from the food truck because Justin hadn't eaten dinner. It was a little too early for supper when he had left for youth group. This was at 9pm mind you. And it was raining. So they went to get in line before the food truck closed. I told them I was headed towards KP. Eventually that's when I found Keturah, Jared, and Abishai, and we stuck together after that. There was a bunch of confusion about if they were going to do fireworks and when. Well, when fireworks get wet from rain, you can't just wait for them to dry out and store them. They will go off as they dry. So you have to shoot them. At this point it was lightly raining. So, we went and got the two chairs out of my car (thank goodness I had them) and headed toward the other end of the parking lot. I should have just driven closer but I was in chaos mode and the ADHD brain was in full effect. I was on the dregs of the caffeine high and ADHD meds. I was going on autopilot from a regular non rain night, really. Anyway, grabbed the chairs, and Jared went to get the drive the van over and closer. I just get the chairs set up and then it starts to pour! So I put the chairs away, find Jared in the van, and then they start the fireworks! In the pouring rain, with thunder and lightning! What?! I guess Mike (Ava's dad) knows what he's doing. And I'm sure they have some firefighters or the fire marshall or whatever over there as well. And at least Mr. Mckiney, one of our police officers, who works our security team, was out there. Nice and proper and safe, no worries. Jared drives me to my car. Then I text Justin and Kya to stay put or go back inside the church. They are still waiting in line for their food. I then drive around to the other side of the church to find the food truck. It's the last of the 4 food trucks sitting there. Justin and Kya see me. And I just drive as close as possible to where they are. Once they get their food, they hop in the car. Oh my word! </span></p><p><span>- Meanwhile, the fireworks are still going off. Most people have left. Some, who realized that the fireworks are still going on, drive their vehicles around so they are facing the fireworks and watch from inside their cars. I've never watched fireworks from inside the car! I drive back around the church just in time to catch the last 30 seconds of the show including the big fireball ending! We had that last year, too. And then I realize that Benaiah is probably out there with Mike or close by or he was sent inside and is with Ava. Ethan is probably somewhere near there, too. Crazy! A fireworks show in pouring down rain, lightning and thunder, which is kind of a big no no, but what can you do? Usually they would call it off before the mortar shells would get wet. But they had to set it up outside all day and in the rain. They didn't have a choice.</span></p><p><span>- And then I have the other two kids with me, with their corn dogs, which weren't wrapped in corn bread, but in Korean donuts, so it was sweet, but they didn't know that and so they smothered them in honey mustard! Whoops! $9 a piece! Justin was starving so he ate all of his before we got home. Kya took hers home. I went back to our house to regroup, and also hoping Jared would take them home. He did do that, which was great of him because driving in the rain and in the dark is basically a no go for me. I don't drive well in the dark anyway, never mind rain. And I needed some time to resettle. That was one crazy and wild evening! Mostly good, kind of fun, mostly interesting, a little bit insightful. Nothing too awful. That is until I realized, again, it's no longer my church.</span></p><p><span>- The transformation from the Gary Johnson era to the Dan Hamel era is 99% there. The decor is almost changed. No more pretty blues on the wall. No more carpet on the floor. No homey feel. Just naked chic modern black and white with those stupid "Einstein" lightbulb fixtures. No more oak wood anywhere in the atrium. It's all black. On one hand, I can think, ok, in a way, God is black and white, no more wishy washy theology. But on the other hand, this kind of decorum is what millennials like and it's not inviting to me. I guess it's better than the orange couches in the KP area, lol. But I did like having color around the building. I don't know about the new logo. I definitely don't like the cement showing on the floor and the slickness of the top coat with the ramp and wheelchairs, etc. I think they even took down some oak paneling in the main room. Oh and yup, the small pews that were in the atrium are gone. And I'm guessing the pews were disappear in the next 5 years. Everything has changed from head to toe. Indian Creek isn't the same church. And like I said earlier, Dan is NOT my pastor. Indian Creek is unrecognizable to me. Every program is different, the mission and values is different, every staff member has changed, the decorum has changed, and I don't have to stay. MOPS is pretty much gone. There's no meaty classes or Bible study. Women and men groups aren't highlighted. Kids don't mingle with other aged kids. Everything is based on government schooling and government mandates. Home education is not celebrated. Anything that is remotely tied to politics is swept under the rug. You aren't allowed to influence the staff on anything. Certain families rule the roost. You shut up and put up. People don't linger between services. They are too busy getting to the next thing. Etc. Etc.</span></p><p><span>- Pretty much, when I got home and was alone in the quiet. I had a nice mini meltdown. Indian Creek is not at all the Indian Creek I met 23 years ago. She's gone one way, and I have gone another. We can't be friends right now. We've grown apart. Our social circles aren't the same. And that's ok! We can still be part of a larger community. We can still have similar goals. But how those goals are achieved are different. There's room in this world for both. And I long to go back to my new world now. Back to my homeschooling world. Back to my outspoken conservative apologists who will actually march for Abortion this week. That share the same interests as me, that have the same worldview. So that we can focus more on learning God's word together instead of being distracted by the differences. So that I can sit there and say, "Yes, I agree with you!" Instead of getting more and more mad and contrary. My heart wants to know peace. And peace comes from being with people that you agree with some of the time because the big bad world is totally not at peace. At church, I want to be at peace with those I worship with and do life with. And those are people at New Palestine Bible Church. It breaks my heart to break up with Indian Creek Christian Church. And I think the less contact I have with them, the better. Now that the summer camps are over, I don't need to step foot in the building for any reason. It will become a distant memory, just like Manchester Christian Church. No more sermon watching. I'll just keep the kids' serving schedules until they turn 18. And youth group emails and notifications on all platforms, just like they were in some club. I can never go back. I just can't. Just like I can never go back to Candia Congregational or Manchester Christian Church. I can only move forward. Alone. As an orphan. Or at least by myself. But at least I'm going forward to somewhere where I'm already known valued and loved.<br /></span></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9iWYo-pFNIM_-V_PcJVzP7AZL1cd4qKg9yUH8BawjwpBfhQmFOJYw_R0PmsRagIaX5remFyx5DFwzuPWgBMG6RL7IfsKltr_sxrNHYaBbYksVnAkVCYpBGBKFvaAGyNKAQ0S8C7TYmRsac4-AktNE7YBJcXsSoSb_YDT7LObtFdXIaRGaAyNuw/s624/295491415_5622006051144803_6505320152268129390_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="624" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn9iWYo-pFNIM_-V_PcJVzP7AZL1cd4qKg9yUH8BawjwpBfhQmFOJYw_R0PmsRagIaX5remFyx5DFwzuPWgBMG6RL7IfsKltr_sxrNHYaBbYksVnAkVCYpBGBKFvaAGyNKAQ0S8C7TYmRsac4-AktNE7YBJcXsSoSb_YDT7LObtFdXIaRGaAyNuw/s320/295491415_5622006051144803_6505320152268129390_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDayUF9ZEyAGyuWTy4MEctwmo74AaQg0HurEytndJC0bTRy00kVUmG8GxYNY5-up2OFp5VBPrkIF96M7L613IbtyedTIglU4a4utt21cLzpTyDkz13hk0CuGDSE9Z298NvMZtq-v2eD_-MwsJb6YpSGWF5cQkGtkeeWksrYXTNcPtT85h3yVxiKg/s4032/IMG_5254.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDayUF9ZEyAGyuWTy4MEctwmo74AaQg0HurEytndJC0bTRy00kVUmG8GxYNY5-up2OFp5VBPrkIF96M7L613IbtyedTIglU4a4utt21cLzpTyDkz13hk0CuGDSE9Z298NvMZtq-v2eD_-MwsJb6YpSGWF5cQkGtkeeWksrYXTNcPtT85h3yVxiKg/s320/IMG_5254.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Must have been a stay at home morning for me. I honestly love to do church at home. I concentrate better. It's so quiet. We do have quiet moments in the afternoon, but in the back of my mind, I still have kids to take care of and I have to watch the clock for dinner. But on a Sunday morning, I have all this space to myself. I can watch Indian Creek's sermon and go right into New Pal's sermon. And if I'm a little sleepy, I don't feel embarrassed about not talking to anyone. I don't have to feel like I have to be "on." It's just me and God. Sure I could do that another time I guess. And being with fellow believers at a time where most of them gather is important, I totally get that. And I know why staff are continuing to push that. I know why in the Bible it is true, aka, they didn't have technology for one. But it also says where 2 or 3 are gathered, I will be there, so it doesn't have to be a huge room full of believers either. I could be having coffee with a friend and the Holy Spirit can speak between us, and He totally does, and often. I fellowship with other believers most of the time that I go out or I talk to someone online (which are mostly people I know in real life or want to know in real life like the Michael W. Smith fans). I've made the effort to go in and be part of this congregation. I try to go every other week. It's so easy for me to stay home though. I just love it so much. I know that Satan could easily make it a way to keep church people divided. But you have to remember, I spent 6 years trying to wedge myself back into a church of 4,000 people, attending every single Sunday, to no avail. So, attending church in person doesn't always result in the closeness you want, either. I feel just as close to some people halfway around the world as I do to people I see weekly. I think it's a both/and, not an either/or. I think preachers and staff people will continue to push and push the in person church service, and will want butts in seats for their attendance numbers. But I think there's a reason to shift the paradigm to be more inclusive of the introverts' needs for a bit of distance and smaller groups and need for quieter times with God through technology. We feel just as connected doing church online as we do going to church. In fact, for the ADHD introvert like me, I'm highly distracted by going in person. So, which is better for me? Sometimes, being at home is much better for me on a Sunday morning and then going to a smaller gathering throughout the week to get to know a few women at a time, like one of the cafe' mornings or the ladies' Bible study coming up, is a lot less intimidating. Church, like everything else, is not a one size fits all. Although, I do find, that at New Pal Bible Church, people will notice when I've been gone. THAT alone keeps bringing me back every other week because I don't want them to think I'm a church hopper or just dating the church, lol. I'm not THAT unfaithful, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr0KQ4HD36-t1IeXL3e588eI0w1Y0iAfARSC-D9Ht-vWIfdsL-0gvZawqp4RK-cbQ7btAZT11sDWo2PIC4VO0iLyS60v1yACrWNB2fUNzgBqqTkqkRyntIZRrn12ZLYC8ioU8NikKujxT1L-AD-KKKB-ThcqlgDRxfllgQDejTqKlmYYm1kOX5g/s4032/IMG_5255.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMr0KQ4HD36-t1IeXL3e588eI0w1Y0iAfARSC-D9Ht-vWIfdsL-0gvZawqp4RK-cbQ7btAZT11sDWo2PIC4VO0iLyS60v1yACrWNB2fUNzgBqqTkqkRyntIZRrn12ZLYC8ioU8NikKujxT1L-AD-KKKB-ThcqlgDRxfllgQDejTqKlmYYm1kOX5g/s320/IMG_5255.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Keturah's 1st Anniversary of her baptism! Woot! Woot! She completed the circle! The circle of every one of us in the J6 being baptized into the faith of Jesus Christ! We are all saved and going to Heaven together! Yeah! She took a little longer than the boys (by 6 years), but hey, she did it! It hasn't changed her overnight, that's for sure, but she's making baby steps of progress. Baptism birthdays are WAY more important in this house than even our regular birthdays. Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjztGlOzm1p8W8MXQ3gd_XCggC5xaoeNwxkvrtLK9cjoQbwd6BYm0tySKVL0kgNptxd1QQpzI-7SX8ezQXF6UlYGmBzxtNdJv0-QrJhgLA_WR9mpsiqFfYhPl6-XwFfbRBm87ydpszS6ePZUaHOXRjwGCzY6384ys3ZP2RH25Xy5yJ7SFYLGhtKQ/s4032/IMG_5256.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjztGlOzm1p8W8MXQ3gd_XCggC5xaoeNwxkvrtLK9cjoQbwd6BYm0tySKVL0kgNptxd1QQpzI-7SX8ezQXF6UlYGmBzxtNdJv0-QrJhgLA_WR9mpsiqFfYhPl6-XwFfbRBm87ydpszS6ePZUaHOXRjwGCzY6384ys3ZP2RH25Xy5yJ7SFYLGhtKQ/s320/IMG_5256.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here's the list of upcoming birthdays. We're getting there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9HNfKk8qtCIQzV9AxHloI-CcnGp5Sfn2YxpXohgpJM3XhhsEyGVnuqQoNXYacNeMETMzTCpI0bhh7Pnsa3WTGJCT0-lcf4GF-RJH_Bq0FYDe_trab41fumhGyzFQWs8YwxVynP2aLXtT5yqXkdiX4iosgLdmPKbuCYknC7GuNdpsdMCYSiix8Dw/s4032/IMG_5257.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9HNfKk8qtCIQzV9AxHloI-CcnGp5Sfn2YxpXohgpJM3XhhsEyGVnuqQoNXYacNeMETMzTCpI0bhh7Pnsa3WTGJCT0-lcf4GF-RJH_Bq0FYDe_trab41fumhGyzFQWs8YwxVynP2aLXtT5yqXkdiX4iosgLdmPKbuCYknC7GuNdpsdMCYSiix8Dw/s320/IMG_5257.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the next day, are pH is still within range but already up. What gives?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBusqUsLqtRFILDqeOM53FgRH6r1ozb_87jHFjoG5hitc9Mvz7-Yok_NpS4jMSVIUAmX5eDRj-2C7bp9bbr9OHasB4WEgsGynjk8H-glfMvG5zxUb3dCfhOpgcvT_UcD236JTAckGQMyuF4lxohmJykshPsD3XyEr01nR6iiKHRmJcWxfkdFvTw/s3520/IMG_5263.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpBusqUsLqtRFILDqeOM53FgRH6r1ozb_87jHFjoG5hitc9Mvz7-Yok_NpS4jMSVIUAmX5eDRj-2C7bp9bbr9OHasB4WEgsGynjk8H-glfMvG5zxUb3dCfhOpgcvT_UcD236JTAckGQMyuF4lxohmJykshPsD3XyEr01nR6iiKHRmJcWxfkdFvTw/w360-h640/IMG_5263.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">End of summer all kids' camp celebration night! It's now an annual thing and includes the young ones, too. Glow sticks because they turn down the lights! I think I described it well above (although it's been 5 weeks since I described it). Abishai insisted on switching places with me because his camp leader sat next to us. He had so much fun at camp this year but also was overwhelmed by the chaos. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCglIbM42npZbbRNyzZ30OipnrSddxbkz3ftmJ792DYejHAucLbs7FjHSRRy0v28BFqqhTblgHv4x-sX1rcJSzMzmBj5a6iQu-UzdBzrTHg2fvQj3OhmpGYcMTlXSqlK6-40h4wZcPKjkYi-tBNOnXQEEl8PKGi2IehumHa9U8t8kqMiSbpZYdxQ/s3520/IMG_5264.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCglIbM42npZbbRNyzZ30OipnrSddxbkz3ftmJ792DYejHAucLbs7FjHSRRy0v28BFqqhTblgHv4x-sX1rcJSzMzmBj5a6iQu-UzdBzrTHg2fvQj3OhmpGYcMTlXSqlK6-40h4wZcPKjkYi-tBNOnXQEEl8PKGi2IehumHa9U8t8kqMiSbpZYdxQ/w360-h640/IMG_5264.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The music minister leading the kids in a fun camp song. He's got elementary kids, too. The ministers on staff just get younger and younger, I tell ya. Yes, this one is I think 30 something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGM8uFLsmG3UqIJRMgi0iMtXY4_6_DRvur1piOJxwiHkarsogFjczDm2zSLk9TS0UBqGEDx7MnUUMbIyQlupfVj-SH5PLaxOaOyyPtMBlrNCAo-ume_t_bxity5IF3oVUYHa0e7zRVLZG95usbnTN5EF76MVZG2foeNrES3zVPXuem3myQLLXmA/s3520/IMG_5267.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKGM8uFLsmG3UqIJRMgi0iMtXY4_6_DRvur1piOJxwiHkarsogFjczDm2zSLk9TS0UBqGEDx7MnUUMbIyQlupfVj-SH5PLaxOaOyyPtMBlrNCAo-ume_t_bxity5IF3oVUYHa0e7zRVLZG95usbnTN5EF76MVZG2foeNrES3zVPXuem3myQLLXmA/w225-h400/IMG_5267.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dancing so much he's blurry.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_47yN7zDxhoGFQkTUV1Fa4KJTYrx-bjl0Q0qWatCApduiJHqF6vji2oTVK3lK9dRzGD5rrDPlidz5qWc35aswe3DTdPmeVYSMGugxSw9IpRbjwrUjGbifSEFeX0iODnJihoMFZQbi_hnRiLs3qfdaZDibe0tMm2qRlwe74TfovsTLYcuz9m1skg/s3520/IMG_5268.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_47yN7zDxhoGFQkTUV1Fa4KJTYrx-bjl0Q0qWatCApduiJHqF6vji2oTVK3lK9dRzGD5rrDPlidz5qWc35aswe3DTdPmeVYSMGugxSw9IpRbjwrUjGbifSEFeX0iODnJihoMFZQbi_hnRiLs3qfdaZDibe0tMm2qRlwe74TfovsTLYcuz9m1skg/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyPT5YXv3P6tDs5xqcYN7SsL4yKJ9l6RBTRc0ShKwWiys97Z2VQ__GeftuOiDaoR0baCUrguiTU9Ll6nEkDzRcMi8qgGTKH7udR9G9XRbXxAUe20UUXRsoRylM8C3YjZEiAkOWf2lIjrhxNAN66igL2ZOFALSgaQdzrtNK89vN06FzpCU4K4Kfw/s3520/IMG_5271.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyyPT5YXv3P6tDs5xqcYN7SsL4yKJ9l6RBTRc0ShKwWiys97Z2VQ__GeftuOiDaoR0baCUrguiTU9Ll6nEkDzRcMi8qgGTKH7udR9G9XRbXxAUe20UUXRsoRylM8C3YjZEiAkOWf2lIjrhxNAN66igL2ZOFALSgaQdzrtNK89vN06FzpCU4K4Kfw/s320/IMG_5271.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ended the night with bubbles this year! No more confetti mess to clean up. No more beach balls hitting our heads. Just gentle bubbles for all the sensitive little kids. Easiest on everyone I guess.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1waaaD43KIzm5_ya6yzuTLKG_PU5XbjmD9W-qMqxxkm6Uqz_aX855bPdjmtqih2O_6JI8GKVfLazZ7GdITX1b8Qbe4qrWewAMDM3r41X9ezk1h03rmcHqkx7zP45KnmZmjuW-gqC7vR67feFj_zdMSN-8W86hisIPjdPPz4XOaCUSB_avGDvsg/s3520/IMG_5272.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1waaaD43KIzm5_ya6yzuTLKG_PU5XbjmD9W-qMqxxkm6Uqz_aX855bPdjmtqih2O_6JI8GKVfLazZ7GdITX1b8Qbe4qrWewAMDM3r41X9ezk1h03rmcHqkx7zP45KnmZmjuW-gqC7vR67feFj_zdMSN-8W86hisIPjdPPz4XOaCUSB_avGDvsg/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWuYlC0MUEjb-Hb6KrwNrPjquKzx5j49Lg2TmpNBQn3a6i6j8pndAzpR5suIUu6glH2BdnwW6rieBun-wnwG--2bRNAqufCLGQ8XbBVh_jkzuvP98JLwJb1uZ5JwHfSugdZ_T6n_o-rMZq987u1h87lsORbPxdgNc6KecWKD-IwkBuP3spMtYCA/s4032/IMG_5274.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfWuYlC0MUEjb-Hb6KrwNrPjquKzx5j49Lg2TmpNBQn3a6i6j8pndAzpR5suIUu6glH2BdnwW6rieBun-wnwG--2bRNAqufCLGQ8XbBVh_jkzuvP98JLwJb1uZ5JwHfSugdZ_T6n_o-rMZq987u1h87lsORbPxdgNc6KecWKD-IwkBuP3spMtYCA/s320/IMG_5274.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKMdjjVj_Ik3qSrp8Zwvo-uivvOZw2oC2qTe1HSHo7IPnE7HrXfHD8Umpadvop1SkMj3_BBLSivcD-2WKbGuWRbjgsh7iYK47JwGiQEL7BnI8zbdNA8Z5j6ZqzrOXstQk98UyJB6l59TnqSGUmfcsSCTBe4dBs05AOR2T1fGSjftU7PXRk9tpJA/s3520/IMG_5276.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKMdjjVj_Ik3qSrp8Zwvo-uivvOZw2oC2qTe1HSHo7IPnE7HrXfHD8Umpadvop1SkMj3_BBLSivcD-2WKbGuWRbjgsh7iYK47JwGiQEL7BnI8zbdNA8Z5j6ZqzrOXstQk98UyJB6l59TnqSGUmfcsSCTBe4dBs05AOR2T1fGSjftU7PXRk9tpJA/w360-h640/IMG_5276.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little bit of extra drumming action from some of the high school boys. But nothing like years' past.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOjmnwjJvYGIG6d0YImlS6kdA-V0jKS1MYMBsPZzCtruxEkBbN3ns17mvOpKBiKLUBGIOd6su9YQTcXsEiAcIXtHzTManXeeMOfAdKPzhcObjRNjxzI44iVmr0FhCzosrQodu0I_4nRJtzRlqUra5wAV0XYT3qJ94HQCT1LfSJJV6J2Z1fVLWEg/s3520/IMG_5277.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYOjmnwjJvYGIG6d0YImlS6kdA-V0jKS1MYMBsPZzCtruxEkBbN3ns17mvOpKBiKLUBGIOd6su9YQTcXsEiAcIXtHzTManXeeMOfAdKPzhcObjRNjxzI44iVmr0FhCzosrQodu0I_4nRJtzRlqUra5wAV0XYT3qJ94HQCT1LfSJJV6J2Z1fVLWEg/w360-h640/IMG_5277.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXTNZlokX8-qMneGYL0mJSjHgGuGz0u1I-eQOi8Pw_LG2DWx-X66On3vOc7UrElewaFRRS47sF-RZcch7sli91-_-R-34SoxobtkqKaGurRMwyq7ZMr-kNFh12HVB6z21_TZvDxXJ9bMUxf4IeYpF4eiQo6eVwJHwy1B2YWQ4egSngFw4c51KCw/s3520/IMG_5278.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrXTNZlokX8-qMneGYL0mJSjHgGuGz0u1I-eQOi8Pw_LG2DWx-X66On3vOc7UrElewaFRRS47sF-RZcch7sli91-_-R-34SoxobtkqKaGurRMwyq7ZMr-kNFh12HVB6z21_TZvDxXJ9bMUxf4IeYpF4eiQo6eVwJHwy1B2YWQ4egSngFw4c51KCw/w360-h640/IMG_5278.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49OVIE_HDG7nw5dx4a3u1G_7qa6JLQ9KPSEQIdvUirm5pGr--99CCqE_mMU6_j2c7V4JdQLlWZnIpOtCGie7b8VT5SQSlT4mrnRcZomnqFCzDxJRxh8Xcu5WDI5jrTqSMxJjCkiYa1fZSP2NXHk25dmnYpKnaqZTap-13OXBkrek-WTnRonZ4sg/s3520/IMG_5279.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj49OVIE_HDG7nw5dx4a3u1G_7qa6JLQ9KPSEQIdvUirm5pGr--99CCqE_mMU6_j2c7V4JdQLlWZnIpOtCGie7b8VT5SQSlT4mrnRcZomnqFCzDxJRxh8Xcu5WDI5jrTqSMxJjCkiYa1fZSP2NXHk25dmnYpKnaqZTap-13OXBkrek-WTnRonZ4sg/w360-h640/IMG_5279.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same cool drum sticks though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LdrVEGAsxJQYuCAUl1tyQ4pMNJ9H6Fe671hs3JrOZdCjbdQ2TiryDY4wWGGi5q5z5TUd5vsC2zpNv1VfHtg2PDlBfcR4YjoFA7oNbAvLUqq5QGAU3n9v5nodfjylsqE6OrpUyffBfSZbL0LMEaagJvoZNyDfVw3t4d5iflSwmaWU6wAMth6YNg/s3520/IMG_5280.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LdrVEGAsxJQYuCAUl1tyQ4pMNJ9H6Fe671hs3JrOZdCjbdQ2TiryDY4wWGGi5q5z5TUd5vsC2zpNv1VfHtg2PDlBfcR4YjoFA7oNbAvLUqq5QGAU3n9v5nodfjylsqE6OrpUyffBfSZbL0LMEaagJvoZNyDfVw3t4d5iflSwmaWU6wAMth6YNg/w360-h640/IMG_5280.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpIWOmaOr2H93JaLjqs_5Ouil2L2gB9hxUxTNBJTUUZNdW77-0h416M_P7IepKDu-QpIpI4TZIkylGLCDh5R-IvHHtORYIe8iiZCtaLPImIDXBL14NWDhmAU-vq4sEqfpxnr9LAqu0vUlDMA89wI8qb1OYNd4wNHY4K_iR8NPGRbO7EdmBx_K0g/s3520/IMG_5281.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNpIWOmaOr2H93JaLjqs_5Ouil2L2gB9hxUxTNBJTUUZNdW77-0h416M_P7IepKDu-QpIpI4TZIkylGLCDh5R-IvHHtORYIe8iiZCtaLPImIDXBL14NWDhmAU-vq4sEqfpxnr9LAqu0vUlDMA89wI8qb1OYNd4wNHY4K_iR8NPGRbO7EdmBx_K0g/w360-h640/IMG_5281.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I kind of miss the lights and theatrics of Indian Creek and professionalism. Sort of. I mean I do listen to the music sometimes via technology. I don't always watch it though. But I also like being at New Palestine Bible Church because it takes me back to my Manchester Christian Church days and my Cornwall Christian Church days to a more stripped down version of ordinary small church life with the most basic musicians like me who still need their music in front of them and might hit the wrong notes once in awhile. Nothing fancy. Just singing a few words with a bit of music with the sun actually shining in the windows on a Sunday morning. Save the theatrics and loud music for a concert or celebration like this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLIwn6VeCpBRaoCv8cnFZ3sGO_9kZKrhmB9ECZoDRvuSrVh3BwA_L_VDn3L0Mhtcj6oV10A093EANfCzG8_6xztIfe5vOMmKM_8Eu-5Zigy-ymrJ0CFvm1yBR46c3oJjmQoe2g9MUP1uhcqJnxMv9nIw5TuZOytymMzf10fv9EO4bUjB2S64zLA/s3520/IMG_5282.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLIwn6VeCpBRaoCv8cnFZ3sGO_9kZKrhmB9ECZoDRvuSrVh3BwA_L_VDn3L0Mhtcj6oV10A093EANfCzG8_6xztIfe5vOMmKM_8Eu-5Zigy-ymrJ0CFvm1yBR46c3oJjmQoe2g9MUP1uhcqJnxMv9nIw5TuZOytymMzf10fv9EO4bUjB2S64zLA/w360-h640/IMG_5282.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFVIcihw2Kcr9ss8U1D98pvQXW5rQsqzLR-4hV7aqqAHwmHRcg1ai9VDWlfuhTGeNjjONe1_tVKELw2H78AXzi6tvquDu4KkZ812B_eCXD-u4fxjmPseA4MwJ0rmR4LHdmqUX_X8om63_ba9Rp361fc0xX3_ph3Xk2lBSPtqyFind90TB7uDf0Q/s4032/IMG_5285.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWFVIcihw2Kcr9ss8U1D98pvQXW5rQsqzLR-4hV7aqqAHwmHRcg1ai9VDWlfuhTGeNjjONe1_tVKELw2H78AXzi6tvquDu4KkZ812B_eCXD-u4fxjmPseA4MwJ0rmR4LHdmqUX_X8om63_ba9Rp361fc0xX3_ph3Xk2lBSPtqyFind90TB7uDf0Q/s320/IMG_5285.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then there was this. Fireworks in the rain. They had to shoot off the fireworks that night regardless of the downpour. It was such a confusing night after the service. We all scattered. Some people were hungry and went to long lines at food trucks. Eventually we tried to wander outside but the rain really wouldn't quit. Just when we thought we could sit outside, it started to pour. Well, the fireworks are wet and you can store wet fireworks even if they dry out because they will still go off spontaneously. So they let them off anyway. The neighbors thought the church was crazy and the NextDoor app was all abuzz. Jared went home with Keturah and Abishai. I had to wait on Kya and Justin who were hungry because I had picked them up straight from their youth group to come to this celebration. They had gotten in one of the lines at a food truck and it was backed up with orders. It was a nightmare.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekl2oz6cQ7SmgZYc8E_9sVcCnODJWMahsqUUwDM3jqTbqsKqWvraFovXhM9d8wCfh60Ylb9RrDgrJLArVzzuEAvYWk4UBpSIwH3U-xQoln2BntIhrDSuD6uj2FETmB2naJMi4Hvq1GAnMB_mu58vIsmp8WM3I1tTlvLxEQ1NgPFvvLyUPAgHH3A/s4032/IMG_5286.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekl2oz6cQ7SmgZYc8E_9sVcCnODJWMahsqUUwDM3jqTbqsKqWvraFovXhM9d8wCfh60Ylb9RrDgrJLArVzzuEAvYWk4UBpSIwH3U-xQoln2BntIhrDSuD6uj2FETmB2naJMi4Hvq1GAnMB_mu58vIsmp8WM3I1tTlvLxEQ1NgPFvvLyUPAgHH3A/s320/IMG_5286.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhryvb0khltf8qrN3w7t-9siaL2oZU_A9MJJ0x-kRsrj1C5r0VzKMsiiN5BVSRJcxfUWiu5Z_dUTnFPeBveQw5oOI2opL5luBqau3ysDGmLoLyyuHMZ85KKELe2rAVmeYGuyCQx7uqnJSOoCXj7d9Qm-O6Q2H0x-H9avsSt71N9JPENbwlr6Rhlw/s4032/IMG_5287.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhryvb0khltf8qrN3w7t-9siaL2oZU_A9MJJ0x-kRsrj1C5r0VzKMsiiN5BVSRJcxfUWiu5Z_dUTnFPeBveQw5oOI2opL5luBqau3ysDGmLoLyyuHMZ85KKELe2rAVmeYGuyCQx7uqnJSOoCXj7d9Qm-O6Q2H0x-H9avsSt71N9JPENbwlr6Rhlw/s320/IMG_5287.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin finally got his corndog, but it was a Korean corndog so it had a sweet doughnut covering. And he put honey mustard on it! Ew! Oh my word. I still had to drive Kya home so it was super late when we finally got home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSFBkBGyi0Li-9U0m1VQJW3VxKaVJrQduliggpgV8WZnuIVqGV3exJxQnl0sPtK6oiCYMGYwSfQQgG3lS936EchEo8uHRafBqMveu_rhBl6Qg_a9oPRauAsumFRl4EIWA4bEQUQv2XcxiSjvduxyaPYWDsauIVPmghRWQ0HhyqtcQzY5M0Kb8gg/s3520/IMG_5288.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSFBkBGyi0Li-9U0m1VQJW3VxKaVJrQduliggpgV8WZnuIVqGV3exJxQnl0sPtK6oiCYMGYwSfQQgG3lS936EchEo8uHRafBqMveu_rhBl6Qg_a9oPRauAsumFRl4EIWA4bEQUQv2XcxiSjvduxyaPYWDsauIVPmghRWQ0HhyqtcQzY5M0Kb8gg/s320/IMG_5288.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Still setting off fireworks when we left to take Kya home. What a crazy night!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/Q-F70HlHj_A" target="_blank">Elementary Camp Song</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy55nTZ7oT_p67sAnqkFdGKgj2esqvLrnbhtCFdQnFNGpP650ZpCLQ_cewQrOSpLkH_BG17-KQkZICstaUILg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzitLaWhU2fc7U_JlnUbdTLuu1QELtswWC2ezeuQp7JJp4wMMA3fOfwDs3PqjQ_hmOIUQ_6GWK9-FI73ge3-g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzWcZCW_BSZ9FBqKiRaLsTsjQOwBga_K9wqk1Rp7lpKImW2gsXYofitSXApHhU99ug_R1qhibsFcuaNwCY_8g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyWH_tOrMW2Q0VlmvWlLA1WRU3Dr7ytwPx72tq9lGmAt7vVJgIG2h7SWnpfZv6QeParnZyKg28NLfXJPlFhJw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/Of0AaUFfKo8?feature=share" target="_blank">Last song</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzYYF_xFZBmm2efmAOhMISPFSWwtnZKZzpYMeMxZjYRtoSmaTsLOK7vWSZen84q7WXa6jZnigVLmIAhvqCJDA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMx_6bDIhTqY6iijlt5t70ureWjpTOYrtJosDay657B_nxcy5LP6l6wpB0xRUq8LrPd-q0bwrnPeFmFIs0Mg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span><br /></span><p><span><br /></span></p><p><span></span></p><p><span>The End<br /></span></p><p><span><br /></span></p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-17182301595969907012022-07-17T23:27:00.003-03:002022-07-17T23:27:41.031-03:00Year 7, July 11th - 17th, 2022: Melinda's Birthday Week!<p> Monday - </p><p>- It was a Monday of Mondays. Chaos reigned of course. And now it's 10:30pm and I don't want to write anything because I'm exhausted. But tomorrow is my birthday! Yeah! Finally! I am hoping to leave in time to hang out with some new ladies at Hitherto after dropping Justin off at work. But that means an early bedtime. My eyes hurt so bad, too. But I have to write something down for today. I can feel how exhausted I am though. It's awful. But my massage this afternoon was awesome! I was late by 10 minutes, but she still gave me the full hour. I felt really bad about being late though. I probably should have put a tip on her charge today. Whoops. There's always next time. After the massage I had to get some groceries and prescriptions, so I picked those up. I found the special Dr. Pepper, but I forgot the bigger pizza. Whoops. It's a good thing I had a smaller frozen pizza in the freezer at home. But I got my dairy free yogurt at $2 a 5.5 oz cup! Good grief! Hyper inflation. Good grief! And milk was $3 a gallon as well. Sigh.</p><p>- I came home to Kellie and Kya pulling into the driveway. Grandma had offered to pick up Justin for me, which is why I got to go get groceries. That worked out well until Abishai got in Kya's face and Kya got upset. Yikes. I think a card might be appropriate in this case. If I find time tomorrow, I might help him do that. Poor kids. It was a bit abrupt today with all the ins and outs and being on the phone and what not.</p><p>(Written on the following Sunday, so hopefully I remember what I wrote notes for) </p><p>Note: Talk about Abishai and pool. Um, Abishai got in the pool with just some rainwater in it, fully clothed, and decided to start slipping and sliding in it? Oh, and it was because I had given him the cleaning net and told him to get the leaves out of the pool, not thinking he would actually fall or purposefully get down and play. Duh! Of course he would! And I just stood by and let him keep going because we had plenty of time to have some fun before dinner and Tang Soo Do. And this is what the summer is for! He had a blast.</p><p>Note: Conversation with Shauna. Let's see, oh, I facetimed Shauna thinking that the girls were home with her, too, so they could see how much fun Abishai was having in the pool they had helped set up. Well, they were still with their aunt and uncle in Tennessee because Shauna and Aaron were doing the finishing touches on painting the walls and ceiling of their whole house after new flooring was put in while they were up here. Shauna was trying to also work on stuff for school for the fall, too. So we chatted for awhile. We never did get to sit down and chat much while she was here. We had a 30 minute conversation while Abishai was playing in the pool.</p><p>Note: Can't stay awake. I'll catch up soon. Normal notes because of my bad habits and that's why I wrote these notes to remind me later and then I never went back to this first entry of the week to finish it off, although I did the pics and vids. Now I've done what I could, however disjointed it is. The rest is nearly done as I type this and I'm doing better.<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tv3NWBO9Ks_OvVWhpf1Hm5fnOtjOe9nKCvvbedG_DII06dvWNuykabQ6HsomKJUlDp0fNDog-BRghEqTTiMFttMU_KPNgUyVlHOa_PzfGBsHFFszYO8qM5f2jotESIvrb0grTBTzwpOnOJHrqT7jqzoolLUTGPp-Io8d93ofGDvy2rHFoSACrQ/s526/292286430_1142943213272571_7156681831817973644_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4tv3NWBO9Ks_OvVWhpf1Hm5fnOtjOe9nKCvvbedG_DII06dvWNuykabQ6HsomKJUlDp0fNDog-BRghEqTTiMFttMU_KPNgUyVlHOa_PzfGBsHFFszYO8qM5f2jotESIvrb0grTBTzwpOnOJHrqT7jqzoolLUTGPp-Io8d93ofGDvy2rHFoSACrQ/s320/292286430_1142943213272571_7156681831817973644_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally True<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-41ApPQlcKR0DzSnwkSPD1muFDnFJDKBRTgyqdg9fiRzmJ258vMEYmswY6sbvYpcePNjVWVL2dk894sAL5DrjPgKO8bzsGaUhXoyBTupncAknIqcHU73olnKZCex94hABdIqDpbLAeEcOCZeVm5NglZzW2NyjqKiQjxb-fDra_Bk9elO8DyKTA/s500/293347389_5296666467107909_1144459965999895869_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-41ApPQlcKR0DzSnwkSPD1muFDnFJDKBRTgyqdg9fiRzmJ258vMEYmswY6sbvYpcePNjVWVL2dk894sAL5DrjPgKO8bzsGaUhXoyBTupncAknIqcHU73olnKZCex94hABdIqDpbLAeEcOCZeVm5NglZzW2NyjqKiQjxb-fDra_Bk9elO8DyKTA/s320/293347389_5296666467107909_1144459965999895869_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Homeschoolers have slightly different things they have to do, but the sentiment is the same.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrQt4NIpSRXhOq4w3uOheW0eEqUGiTDMeEktV9SeoL-mEvHrXehR_RTwFznoc1ceWYLHqTu39_xsEywF1A_XThIHQwwKWvl62qvKoBg37x4GE9kQVXahQJtSZW7DdBeKMBrHH7gDJezD-lGb7HCwMkG31OJir8iqjZbsJnVClP8pPmY-Tm6MGeg/s4032/IMG_4978.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkrQt4NIpSRXhOq4w3uOheW0eEqUGiTDMeEktV9SeoL-mEvHrXehR_RTwFznoc1ceWYLHqTu39_xsEywF1A_XThIHQwwKWvl62qvKoBg37x4GE9kQVXahQJtSZW7DdBeKMBrHH7gDJezD-lGb7HCwMkG31OJir8iqjZbsJnVClP8pPmY-Tm6MGeg/s320/IMG_4978.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gave Abishai the task of getting the leaves out of the pool with with
the little net thing, just so he could get in the pool when Daddy said
he couldn't.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Rb-f3k-VpZBA4ZCepHzrJFZB0bD5ml8538jefNGZ69uNXRgRDMTo_k8nXYhnPc1uusv5z4uvk7k64F1q_J6IxOuLVPM4GCsm0mZo3twshlFQ6b7YF-ur9kuSApPUNj9mc8Yc_hAyBBwewow-x2yqE3Wq3OkiQNoHDr26t1JNxy7lzABNOhD95Q/s4032/IMG_4979.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Rb-f3k-VpZBA4ZCepHzrJFZB0bD5ml8538jefNGZ69uNXRgRDMTo_k8nXYhnPc1uusv5z4uvk7k64F1q_J6IxOuLVPM4GCsm0mZo3twshlFQ6b7YF-ur9kuSApPUNj9mc8Yc_hAyBBwewow-x2yqE3Wq3OkiQNoHDr26t1JNxy7lzABNOhD95Q/s320/IMG_4979.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh oh, what's this? I had given Keturah the task to clean up some branches that Jared had left from trimming a tree over the weekend. Well, she had left some tools by the firepit. An open box cutter knife and grass scissors? First of all, both of these don't cut tree limbs and second, you don't leave these things out and open in grass where they could harm someone! Yikes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGQxNXH6TTZoLL_iT9f5Xc8-ZJBuJpM8jNDnq_N9G6f2nhGrhA_nccUjzYbGGuZPRyF2nqD5QxELxJIyLSE5wd2At_03Kjw4UZKiQ1Of-WKcIlCR6hdwSVhCgEGPLdRI5um6KKs2ZqF0aq_8WujyiF2sh-oJyyM4UusuM5cQRVWfR6OVYpTcI6Q/s3520/IMG_4980.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGQxNXH6TTZoLL_iT9f5Xc8-ZJBuJpM8jNDnq_N9G6f2nhGrhA_nccUjzYbGGuZPRyF2nqD5QxELxJIyLSE5wd2At_03Kjw4UZKiQ1Of-WKcIlCR6hdwSVhCgEGPLdRI5um6KKs2ZqF0aq_8WujyiF2sh-oJyyM4UusuM5cQRVWfR6OVYpTcI6Q/s320/IMG_4980.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While in the 30 seconds it took to pick up the box cutter and grass scissors and then turn around to check on Abishai, he had disappeared below the edge of the pool. So I looked in the pool and found this. Uh oh, he had abandoned his job to have some playtime! Abishai! What a goof ball! Why hadn't I foreseen this?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgQE9dgX-4Lb0ScIO-VUuZLtG4Jg4HFngTl4JvVJm52yPLWCTRSvz6FTDZN2KIym1GkZHqNsNiFj9_8o9cRdDqptvYlSCSRf6rXlDAc725c8fHnwiErbomSQ4RbjhzXWipizm5i9K1Eb1qJ4rGTmbFNss9uuDhLUYfMg8niW9tRAXAk-yqJwHuA/s4032/IMG_4982.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgQE9dgX-4Lb0ScIO-VUuZLtG4Jg4HFngTl4JvVJm52yPLWCTRSvz6FTDZN2KIym1GkZHqNsNiFj9_8o9cRdDqptvYlSCSRf6rXlDAc725c8fHnwiErbomSQ4RbjhzXWipizm5i9K1Eb1qJ4rGTmbFNss9uuDhLUYfMg8niW9tRAXAk-yqJwHuA/s320/IMG_4982.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOlV85qrCuA0dRq73YvZmtnRUp9jB1z9RvbxJ--mjKQuQgMDD4IJpvvTAmjvsZTWQqc2sDisXlXeG0ePQO4KJ3oyGz4AfjU7Z7q-bpJTcEEDRkF_t7H8JaHe_fq6KmU3FqDy678pn4SEmJo5Qt3rwG79d-hgbQaiVbZW4h_u2vJ9h61EHwYXWTg/s4032/IMG_4983.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyOlV85qrCuA0dRq73YvZmtnRUp9jB1z9RvbxJ--mjKQuQgMDD4IJpvvTAmjvsZTWQqc2sDisXlXeG0ePQO4KJ3oyGz4AfjU7Z7q-bpJTcEEDRkF_t7H8JaHe_fq6KmU3FqDy678pn4SEmJo5Qt3rwG79d-hgbQaiVbZW4h_u2vJ9h61EHwYXWTg/s320/IMG_4983.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3417u2MU9eeQmleioLeq_cu_g-z0qlPb6IjLXCTJREp0sSpoFJEllbvlkGa4ooOv1aneD2ghVwYXe4FvqZc4ufyLKok1lNbsgch0kzbq0vm_3TBpV6fT6NvnDX5gYDmpc59LRwTUlYXmxhU9dsqFfZ2zLT5YSq2bHnVFR2SvR7AiwYv9MZjVxg/s3520/IMG_4985.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3417u2MU9eeQmleioLeq_cu_g-z0qlPb6IjLXCTJREp0sSpoFJEllbvlkGa4ooOv1aneD2ghVwYXe4FvqZc4ufyLKok1lNbsgch0kzbq0vm_3TBpV6fT6NvnDX5gYDmpc59LRwTUlYXmxhU9dsqFfZ2zLT5YSq2bHnVFR2SvR7AiwYv9MZjVxg/s320/IMG_4985.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgD_tNJRGObFFMGpMRm1JNLAw5QnvcgCAt63-Ksxyt4zAEbV5mf3_LK59eBz1wxAaHiB8xuQvz9z8tnPqeoLGIo-Q0TmJd7h7_TssU7Iz-mslLvmjK0U8bg_vbXzPz1gC-hi1JeO8M23JvJmR7V0tT-4I4Gcy8f7OkB77WuuoYIkrYdCGmihDdw/s1792/IMG_4991.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxgD_tNJRGObFFMGpMRm1JNLAw5QnvcgCAt63-Ksxyt4zAEbV5mf3_LK59eBz1wxAaHiB8xuQvz9z8tnPqeoLGIo-Q0TmJd7h7_TssU7Iz-mslLvmjK0U8bg_vbXzPz1gC-hi1JeO8M23JvJmR7V0tT-4I4Gcy8f7OkB77WuuoYIkrYdCGmihDdw/w296-h640/IMG_4991.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Conversations with a teenager who is finally realizing after 6 months of warning him how much insurance is going to cost him. We literally told him this two weeks ago before he went to CIY. This is why we told him to apply for a job before he went. He's worked since January. He gets paid about $100 a week. Where has the money gone? $25 for his phone to Grandpa per month. Fun food and drinks to CVS. Lego sets. And he has nothing now in savings or checking. SO, I don't know. Sigh. Lessons are being learned here. He's almost 17. At this stage, Benaiah had been working 20-30 hrs a week at Chick Fil A earning more per hour and paying for some of his schooling, plus had his license at 16 1/2 on the dot, plus paid for car insurance and phone. Justin is a lot slower on the uptake in responsibility. He doesn't have his license yet because it was harder for him to get his permit. And then we didn't push hard enough for him to get his driving hrs in. So everything is behind schedule. And they are different kids. But, we need to put a fire under this kid's butt and keep him on track and moving forward. He procrastinates when he's unsure of what to do next. He's ok with the status quo. Same as Jared and me. So we are all to blame. It's the J6 curse. We need solid deadlines and others to hold us accountable. We need to be pushed a lot sometimes. I do a lot of the pushing. And I get really exhausted from it. And then I stop for awhile, too. It drives others crazy. And then it drives me crazy that we've stopped and I then I start us up again. Then we chug along again for awhile. Jared's getting better at it. He will work on a Saturday without me telling him what to do or when I'm having a chill day. We are tag teaming a bit better now. He's taking Justin out most mornings now to drive and get this license thing done. It's amazing because he never used to be disciplined like that. I'm proud of Jared for taking on the burden more and more when I've exhausted my resources. It's brought me a lot of peace. And then "tag, you're it." and I take it back and keep going with it. It works wonderfully that way.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15G8_KvgUGcbaPnL4YpnRQob0zIxJZNAmUumjdT7WHu8-5Vk1dk0ZLW_SbKZuBTMX-pq4uZWhGATtC5W-Y_3k0A-uKhuOujt3rYGJoujFLv7h2hXr9f_r4UASc_SexU3F_8lERkvC6dfFUamcf81hvw2cgqy-FCUsOS8-0CggiWC4TK-w8Wnu4w/s4032/IMG_4998.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15G8_KvgUGcbaPnL4YpnRQob0zIxJZNAmUumjdT7WHu8-5Vk1dk0ZLW_SbKZuBTMX-pq4uZWhGATtC5W-Y_3k0A-uKhuOujt3rYGJoujFLv7h2hXr9f_r4UASc_SexU3F_8lERkvC6dfFUamcf81hvw2cgqy-FCUsOS8-0CggiWC4TK-w8Wnu4w/s320/IMG_4998.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little man worked on Form 3 moves this evening. Teacher Uriah is a tough teacher and works them super hard, never letting them rest too long in class. And he's all about perfecting how they perform the moves, too. He gets out that stick that's made of many sticks that's sort of softer to the touch and uses it to correct where their arms and legs and feet and hands are and they all pay attention and have mad respect for him. They don't give Teacher Nathan that kind of respect. Teacher Uriah doesn't tolerate sissies either. He makes them work through their pain for awhile. But if Teacher Tess is the helper, she sees it and makes sure the kid gets to rest. What a duo!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4mzPn7CjCwLvhJptFLdw0uV-c4rLehVrdUOiPUYa7yV-qF3NdNzCbNiYP8E5IK7J4mthUP_bSFczDJC5NgGG1gX3ZBERjeQ0S0VyxbAMgCCLMgnSr63wsDJpp7ylpnB1dkSW5baFIrvzSXVjPNFH5BQA4fAvqHUmHFkLyjN0s-oQe2Imep5o9Q/s4032/IMG_4999.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4mzPn7CjCwLvhJptFLdw0uV-c4rLehVrdUOiPUYa7yV-qF3NdNzCbNiYP8E5IK7J4mthUP_bSFczDJC5NgGG1gX3ZBERjeQ0S0VyxbAMgCCLMgnSr63wsDJpp7ylpnB1dkSW5baFIrvzSXVjPNFH5BQA4fAvqHUmHFkLyjN0s-oQe2Imep5o9Q/s320/IMG_4999.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little buddy concentrates so hard in class! He does get distracted for a second or two, but then Teacher Uriah gets him right back on track. Actually, he got something wrong one night and I thought he was going to cry from what Teacher Uriah told him. But when I asked him about it, he said he was fine. I guess Abishai was a bit upset in the moment but didn't want to show it in class and took the criticism and swallowed his pride and bounced back from it and was determined to do better next time. So it worked! He wants to do his best for Teacher Uriah! It's so wonderful! It's worth the sacrifice of three nights of family time to have him get interaction with other teachers and kids and learn all the good morals and disciplines that comes from martial arts. The concentration, the strength, the self control, the power, even the Korean words, it's awesome. And to be able to trust the owners wholeheartedly with my child is the best feeling in the world. We've been so blessed over the years to be part of programs and clubs like this where we get to know the owners or managers or coaches. Programs where we aren't here to be competitive but to learn and learn well and usually for a lesser price. Local is best, we say. Hole in the walls, with less than state of the art equipment, smaller programs, usually get you better quality. When Keturah went to gymnastics way out 30 minutes from our house, I felt the same way. Even her basketball township sports team was sort of like that. Bigger is not necessarily better. Not in my book. Same with churches. Same with homeschool groups. Same with cities and towns. Or my dear old Island and her smaller amusement park and water park and beaches. Smaller is better, more intimate, more satisfying, better quality. You don't need fanfare and pretty colors to enjoy life.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrah2ecFrMa0usdRLwnrWjvCCoQkQ5NmRah9P7eSP4hfNIgDA_4Mn2Nb4TG-5jtCLSAy0WnSwbDffn_Ck4krVFf5VOF0RcwDYeXHJNI36Clevmxhb3dFVuXXpAmCVEtp1f721rjXd70othMsGs8-82d6dkaTbhVG4Id8JYuOIoqigfnUzSuSjAw/s4032/IMG_5001.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSrah2ecFrMa0usdRLwnrWjvCCoQkQ5NmRah9P7eSP4hfNIgDA_4Mn2Nb4TG-5jtCLSAy0WnSwbDffn_Ck4krVFf5VOF0RcwDYeXHJNI36Clevmxhb3dFVuXXpAmCVEtp1f721rjXd70othMsGs8-82d6dkaTbhVG4Id8JYuOIoqigfnUzSuSjAw/s320/IMG_5001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFn7UUcLA4mTbxWvtNdgoMn4KsSEb84Fe4BlZJvx143wrCJJ5SnhrqPA-o8Egsv-34WpkAGdFNPLSxVdsf8M_AxC64OCbO7kAReJhMRb1WssTm-2xN4HR7pXDHYoMnODf_kzmILS_m-FdNFD8NCNvuA4A2Z9P9IvoPPd-5Huu2HWljdnfmZNyGQ/s1792/IMG_5002.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFn7UUcLA4mTbxWvtNdgoMn4KsSEb84Fe4BlZJvx143wrCJJ5SnhrqPA-o8Egsv-34WpkAGdFNPLSxVdsf8M_AxC64OCbO7kAReJhMRb1WssTm-2xN4HR7pXDHYoMnODf_kzmILS_m-FdNFD8NCNvuA4A2Z9P9IvoPPd-5Huu2HWljdnfmZNyGQ/w185-h400/IMG_5002.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For fun I looked up how close the nearest Dunkin Donuts was to my sister. I thought it would be 100's of miles. I was wrong. It was 15 minutes, just up the road. Whoops. But at least she doesn't have to leave the house to brew herself a cuppa since I sent her some has a house warming gift, lol. And the company changed their name to Dunkin' about 10-15 years ago, officially, but I still call it Dunkin' Donuts.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGonX37ld28rkKiyKqs1-y2PwrFIGwLWp-Z78cPp8eaa-b9mWG1ucsawET618GFc3lBTvLxgrWrN4KGDFyqgNJsCbRVQaWD4synI1pXZOHif6qW_i4RKSYp6N8TiIHIGJdFEX3ucWRcPvqhG_w_yCIffLuFfp8a9mjQGh06RNEPm-6wE671CgujA/s1792/IMG_5003.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGonX37ld28rkKiyKqs1-y2PwrFIGwLWp-Z78cPp8eaa-b9mWG1ucsawET618GFc3lBTvLxgrWrN4KGDFyqgNJsCbRVQaWD4synI1pXZOHif6qW_i4RKSYp6N8TiIHIGJdFEX3ucWRcPvqhG_w_yCIffLuFfp8a9mjQGh06RNEPm-6wE671CgujA/w185-h400/IMG_5003.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It looks like the nearest Dunkin's isn't too far but it's a bit further in town, so there might be some traffic. Houston has some huge highway systems, like circles within circles, so who knows. I'm glad she won't have to go without!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4ebDGMJqc1iQ1GCL2hfyCCgnZoBC9kfel0aLRQfKRsOH8hPan9v5u69WVO5p8Bszd5aA66dYs5eWSqVCRUQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyDAZw1l6mBFL94Tx4d7J9xfKyem2J1d6mpggEgmyYlQ6iNMXYS4HppTV06f0JMOp9kRmO5eQQPrg4X7SUHUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNaGUOVWWD7XfZf1Vv8_vdS2jzHCKCwFhLH1GZK8WAXlba77CE-hSQB-YcKZixu71SOWejCJlkMC1ncVNhTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzyfD_dubD_iY4hlThb0RZtdKvF3I12A2cKOC8guzG47K9cKLvsjddN4afhpmF2OaaRg-qacjAjT80hmBko1Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyyYlajVBLlYOez2Ht_myBVBLuJhsmKGSiqvzH51icpd_K-_-adIei0IG4M18A2uRTJFGEpVmNkCxZDRWFJgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> <a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/O0gGgCLB-OA?feature=share">Birthday Fun</a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9-h1En4brPj-22a4hZMx8BHfXrowGkgQZiX9u5tPfvd9AkDQITespZdbV-upTzgIci2J6uyEsCBaa6N-5SA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyeDwOBaRHe10vFionaP2xjcbwtACQjsDskIN7SHnBt7af_BalNUAFCDUFQ7V3Od_5-tyLmdtYmyYQ2acaFhg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p>Tuesday - My birthday</p><p>Again, I forgot to go back and finish journaling this entry! now it's Sunday and I'm trying to wrap up this blog post so, we'll see how I actually write this part up. <br /></p><p>- Lovely time with Hitherto fellowship group from New Pal Bible Church. All older ladies, but I didn't mind.<br /></p><p>- Learned a lot about inner workings of church/almost gossip, but not quite; was able to ask questions, found out who was the quiet and loud ones of that particular gorup and EVERYone had similar opinions as I do!</p><p>- NPBC vet all major Bible studies and authors and usually write their own using commentaries and actual studying of the Bible. Praise the Lord, real MEAT! Not wishy, washy, "how do you feel?" and seeker type curriculum.<br /></p><p>- Abishai came with me just this one time because it was my birthday and he wanted to spend his day with his mommy on her birthday. So I ended up spending $15. He played on his tablet quietly the whole time, sipping on his mango smoothie and didn't make a peep until near the end and then he started talking with Charlotte while we wrapping up our conversation and only because she opened up a conversation with him. Never do that. You start talking to him and it gives him permission to start talking and he'll bend your ear for hours.<br /></p><p>- Abishai had a follow up doc appointment for his ADHD medicaiton. I can adjust med downward and if still too much then we can go to a 4 hr dose with the same med but slightly different formula that only lasts 4hrs and not 8hrs. I love that I can trust our pediatrician. I'm going to sign up for a new PCP at Barrington now that I need a dentist there anyway. My Community PCP hasn't bothered to check up on me in months and ask about regular bloodwork or anything. Plus I would be due to submit paperwork for financial aid. I still have to submit paperwork for the family for financial aid with Barrington, but I only have to do it once and it covers all departments and all my appointments then only have a $40 co pay and just on my appointments. I get referrals to IU mostly. I'm really ok with that. And Barrington is easy to get to and it houses all the departments. While we were there today, I set up a dentist appointment. Easy peasy. All in the Barrington family. Yeah!</p><p>- There was some confusion about the evening plans and that frustrated me because it was my birthday. We really didn't have time to go out to eat and see the movie, but then I didn't want to make dinner for the kids either. So I told Jared to buy a pizza at Kroger to send with the kids to Grandma's house. Eventually, we got them there and Jared and I went to the movie. I ended up eating popcorn at the movie for my dinner.<br /></p><p>- I saved $26 on 2 tix and popcorn; $5 Tuesday and free popcorn voucher; spent $15.07 because I realized I had signed up for the free AMC VIP emails and my login provided the right info for the discount! Benaiah pays a premium every month to see movies for free every week at AMC. So, by signing up for the email 6 years ago and giving them my birthday info, I saved a lot of money. Sometimes deleting weekly advertising emails pays off!<br /></p><p>- Birthday greetings: Jared's card was adorable! Rainbow Brite! See below! Abishai's message on the chalkboard! See below! Jared's forced singing at 9:30pm because my other children didn't say anything to me all day, Benaiah never texted me. I guess they figured we celebrated enough when Aaron was here. Stef texted, but not PM. had to remind Johnsons with "look what Abishai wrote!" Leah brought chocolate, but one of them had wheat in it and I didn't realize it until 1/4 of the bar was eaten! I ate the wrong foods and felt ill. I barely had time to sit down at all and really enjoy the day so it was an exhausting.</p><p>- Felt, underwhelming, especially compared to last year. I didn't even have time to write much on FB about it. I was disappointed that all 3 of the other kids said nothing to me all day, PM didn't say anything, my uncle didn't call me, no one else in my family did, Shauna didn't directly call me etc. Frustrating. Just because we sang 5 days early doesn't mean I don't want to be sung to ON the actual day! And again, with the parents gone, I'm left super alone. </p><p>- Jared's card ended the night. Perfect card! OOOOOOO, I love him so much!!!!!!! He makes my day so much better a lot of the time now. I'm so glad that I made us go to counseling. Just knowing that somebody is there holding us accountable even if they aren't really because they won't call back in a timely manner to reschedule the appointment he canceled, is helpful. Maybe we were already heading that direction. Or maybe we just needed to hear someone say that what we experience is normal, our feelings are normal and valid, and that we can still do this, we have a lot going for us, we are smart people, just tweak this or tweak that. Just talk for 10 minutes a day. Just touch more. Just notice each other more. You can do this. And a little nudge from the backside to keep us going. And I think it's helpful it's someone outside the family saying it. Maybe it's because we lost any sense of mentors. We don't have any couples that are older than us to look up to that we both trust. I doubt his parents now. He never trusted my parents. We had the Wrights and then Bob and Sheila, and then no one to look up to. So I think has contributed to us feeling lost. We need mentors. And now we are probably being watched, which is scary, but I know there are things we do right, so it's ok. I want to do more things right and be an example. I want to be worthy of being followed. I want to be followed as I follow Christ kind of leaders in the church. Not a pride thing. I just want to do my best, period, because Christ asked me to. </p><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXM3EO12dizu5lWYJ_5bZddcJVvqohDTb8oinS-Yx11Cylw7EzFfq7S2j9YhoiTLLm9kDmb5Dz6YbchKVdln_LgCWOMTuJTCyU2SulcAJVkP1NGJzGXcsNky6joczDao4OHwIn02J-A6Qx05oaRCQjC45B2Fqlt4pJp5DY8vBv0YmeP-tMBIWdw/s2048/293440391_10160000705574634_4876045084194239384_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2046" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwXM3EO12dizu5lWYJ_5bZddcJVvqohDTb8oinS-Yx11Cylw7EzFfq7S2j9YhoiTLLm9kDmb5Dz6YbchKVdln_LgCWOMTuJTCyU2SulcAJVkP1NGJzGXcsNky6joczDao4OHwIn02J-A6Qx05oaRCQjC45B2Fqlt4pJp5DY8vBv0YmeP-tMBIWdw/w400-h400/293440391_10160000705574634_4876045084194239384_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen and amen.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VSTUnj2PpKz6kBIHapdiZZ8JZkbkQp2uqOqVqXE4KBnz1K2lz5cAgm7lEvXMcXSqqPJy6xRYZOXp1wxA4Eb_x7xnfZPjLnwcEsM5_ymTAc6In5_yd3em8OxRXdAaqqiyQhjBTSr9R1Ubcbw2dQSZjRB5Aoz8DnnT62veVCIHkOGPy_CcgYsc6Q/s1792/IMG_5002.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VSTUnj2PpKz6kBIHapdiZZ8JZkbkQp2uqOqVqXE4KBnz1K2lz5cAgm7lEvXMcXSqqPJy6xRYZOXp1wxA4Eb_x7xnfZPjLnwcEsM5_ymTAc6In5_yd3em8OxRXdAaqqiyQhjBTSr9R1Ubcbw2dQSZjRB5Aoz8DnnT62veVCIHkOGPy_CcgYsc6Q/w296-h640/IMG_5002.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was checking to see if my sister Stefanie had Dunkin' Doughnuts in Houston. Well, she does. And there's one just 15 minutes down the road from her, lol. I guess I didn't have to send that bag of coffee to her afterall, lol. Nah, it makes a great housewarming gift. Can't go wrong with a consumable house warming gift! Lucky girl probably has all kinds of great stuff in Houston!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOl2Y7lj4F-7Vz6OABPEegKZvz_wI9GVt3oO_PaGefAt-EYyZW1BGdTOK2AQhMLZCF5hqmL7KXcxghASvGNC268zg820uY63ZFEDW8-BolR1M1pnbIVIFSTGg-XwasdUxJ47BPBba1E2iw6GaMCtUJ8D-tIF5l9mptEQRSkofG_pTo8KhSfsViQ/s4032/IMG_5004.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPOl2Y7lj4F-7Vz6OABPEegKZvz_wI9GVt3oO_PaGefAt-EYyZW1BGdTOK2AQhMLZCF5hqmL7KXcxghASvGNC268zg820uY63ZFEDW8-BolR1M1pnbIVIFSTGg-XwasdUxJ47BPBba1E2iw6GaMCtUJ8D-tIF5l9mptEQRSkofG_pTo8KhSfsViQ/w640-h480/IMG_5004.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was so excited to show me what he drew on the board for me last night. "Happy birthd...mome...abishai drew it....drew it....Best mom..." I think this is the first time he's tried to write a full message to someone on his own without asking how to spell something! And he drew the bottom heart and the two people. The others didn't attempt to draw people. He is so adorable! So when he wanted to go with me to the woman's meet and great at Hitherto, I said, "Ok, pack a bag, and you can come just this once. We'll explain that it's a very special day and you didn't want your Mommy to be lonely." And knowing that having a kid with me makes me less awkward, I was happy for the extra buddy coming along. He makes for a great ice breaker and a little buffer between me and a new person. A little bit of a distraction. And he was an angel of course. He just sat at the end of the table quietly drinking his mango smoothie, playing his video game, swinging his video game, until he got the attention of Charlotte who unknowingly got caught up in his web of stories and became his captive audience. Whoops!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5xX1yeoOyk4CP4noo-1p5Dvo3-m2iDLzE7oQ3k54VI3X8tzd2_7ZcLO7dE-WTY6vEPjfp-AM-XTv3g9odWPXqpRg2nHs29isDRJo1MkXWzwzJW-eFAzNdYcKS0t1rCsZHv4S7_EYyX7oD9Ab7LxnqqXntgjRNrIM2_6nDlu7jcxMY_3Epb2gQA/s4032/IMG_5009.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5xX1yeoOyk4CP4noo-1p5Dvo3-m2iDLzE7oQ3k54VI3X8tzd2_7ZcLO7dE-WTY6vEPjfp-AM-XTv3g9odWPXqpRg2nHs29isDRJo1MkXWzwzJW-eFAzNdYcKS0t1rCsZHv4S7_EYyX7oD9Ab7LxnqqXntgjRNrIM2_6nDlu7jcxMY_3Epb2gQA/w640-h480/IMG_5009.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I asked on Facebook: "Pop Quiz: What happened exactly 1 yr ago in my life? Some said I was 1 year younger. Some said I met Michael W. Smith. But it took showing them this photo for a fellow Michael W. Smith fan who was actually there to acknowledge that it was the live recording of this very record. And for us, it was Jared and I's trip to Nashville for my 40th birthday. The trip I never thought I would be going on with him. Especially when his surgery was just a few weeks prior to this. All the love, the feels, the memories. I had loads of goosebumps playing this cd in the car today as I traveled back and forth So much fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAofa3PJrOZw99Qn0vNU3_xlqx_KT8yWEglj0Ph5iSocS1-p-1j7NTrtqQQdWLQu9TYzBEVNwaE2dg8kFwY0-Zfc3HiBRJMvJUoodkbZWBLdxUam8jen5Dd7UKit_JQ8fJ0VnJNojrSnX8FVu1TRda4efwGcp3iZnpUk99vFlw9YtdhVCUmWtDbg/s4032/IMG_5012.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAofa3PJrOZw99Qn0vNU3_xlqx_KT8yWEglj0Ph5iSocS1-p-1j7NTrtqQQdWLQu9TYzBEVNwaE2dg8kFwY0-Zfc3HiBRJMvJUoodkbZWBLdxUam8jen5Dd7UKit_JQ8fJ0VnJNojrSnX8FVu1TRda4efwGcp3iZnpUk99vFlw9YtdhVCUmWtDbg/w640-h480/IMG_5012.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We interrupt this day of celebration for another doctor's appointment. This time we got to have the safari room. We didn't even use this fancy table, but it looks cool, doesn't it?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bDfqQ3xhTa1WiXZlCfNhVMdtjVeecSlQVwmWJA-XCz_ivRCp42G_be__M-GFuu6HaWXgNlEHCEU7QXyO3MVh51Ikuvwa3QVd5v7js25_Yh6PMhWgM77G9v14Ye4zSLnlODyDz0LeowrbJSBR6cpuPvphpaVJsRhTBCFs6Dv7JmbXBQg48HxbTw/s4032/IMG_5013.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1bDfqQ3xhTa1WiXZlCfNhVMdtjVeecSlQVwmWJA-XCz_ivRCp42G_be__M-GFuu6HaWXgNlEHCEU7QXyO3MVh51Ikuvwa3QVd5v7js25_Yh6PMhWgM77G9v14Ye4zSLnlODyDz0LeowrbJSBR6cpuPvphpaVJsRhTBCFs6Dv7JmbXBQg48HxbTw/w480-h640/IMG_5013.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great vitals! We were in for a recheck on Abishai's ADHD medication. We decided on trying a lower dose on his current medicaiton and if that doesn't work, i.e. he's still miserably lethargic, we will try a different formula where it only lasts 4 hrs instead of 8. That sounds fair. Yeah for doctors who are listening and willing to trust me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNgve8hSB_SCVBPkzg_L-wBFuPpuYrf0KMftqr18rONCZfRloV-F3DjCsT-BcPSpmrufhktYGP0TC_LqjhdrCbLyNK81pks7GfTrbK-HTnm6LKk3hzFT9YHRuPXRQ7WH8TUaZfMqvTEI1g25HWaGZQOrHTKZCbB3Q3-wJ075GbT633DiM1sz_Kw/s3088/IMG_5014.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNgve8hSB_SCVBPkzg_L-wBFuPpuYrf0KMftqr18rONCZfRloV-F3DjCsT-BcPSpmrufhktYGP0TC_LqjhdrCbLyNK81pks7GfTrbK-HTnm6LKk3hzFT9YHRuPXRQ7WH8TUaZfMqvTEI1g25HWaGZQOrHTKZCbB3Q3-wJ075GbT633DiM1sz_Kw/s320/IMG_5014.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boo for masks! Can we get out of here now? Yes, very soon. But masks are here to stay in the doctor offices. There's more than just Covid germs around here. Don't breathe on me, kiddo, you've got cooties! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50MQMHrh8I_ljDzrG29eRj6tOYmZvmfk7tQnv_NKNpOn45_hvKRTimqnGds_vV9cjfSbw3uROj96RaUIGu810mZKGTk6d_jCKfyIf3MKhWSbQERiqB_zbUzxoV9p_Q8Yl2iQkNGgQU8Hf7RYJi6aqwEFucaz53UUQVCquqRHlRAXKkXb_nZrxgg/s3088/IMG_5015.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50MQMHrh8I_ljDzrG29eRj6tOYmZvmfk7tQnv_NKNpOn45_hvKRTimqnGds_vV9cjfSbw3uROj96RaUIGu810mZKGTk6d_jCKfyIf3MKhWSbQERiqB_zbUzxoV9p_Q8Yl2iQkNGgQU8Hf7RYJi6aqwEFucaz53UUQVCquqRHlRAXKkXb_nZrxgg/s320/IMG_5015.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pitiful mama's boy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSNLKbcU4l5IZr3gi9WzR7qwa5lZp5pukO5QyfWPmJVNe_BtT3xYm48pllPBNTNnMp68LEM5YoUQR7jqQ78HNKI0eo6wjNJKnT9qYQVISwD3H5AnQaKEP9D-U2DleF1fcEcvNbSY1zVzjHFS9isQ0I-rF69xgMJKimOIBAnO0pvsWdY-Gdf_gMA/s3088/IMG_5016.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSNLKbcU4l5IZr3gi9WzR7qwa5lZp5pukO5QyfWPmJVNe_BtT3xYm48pllPBNTNnMp68LEM5YoUQR7jqQ78HNKI0eo6wjNJKnT9qYQVISwD3H5AnQaKEP9D-U2DleF1fcEcvNbSY1zVzjHFS9isQ0I-rF69xgMJKimOIBAnO0pvsWdY-Gdf_gMA/s320/IMG_5016.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Are we smiling or frowning? Silly masks are here to stay in the doctor's office.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDUR2XMXwX4ja6c0DD1lsBXeYvajrJixgM8UprZkLV-3NChNMHpXYmS8a3eOTAuHHg3aVg9pFGcq4_lzBUrTq9uz0MCB7Y5-8tVB6qRzgrzzvfp7wvjmiBaBU_lSmMqImjhn3OL0qoAnryjVRHlSTZkSK0ejOhyFqc_qv3LlmnBUBmGzFMyDNaQ/s4032/IMG_5017.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDUR2XMXwX4ja6c0DD1lsBXeYvajrJixgM8UprZkLV-3NChNMHpXYmS8a3eOTAuHHg3aVg9pFGcq4_lzBUrTq9uz0MCB7Y5-8tVB6qRzgrzzvfp7wvjmiBaBU_lSmMqImjhn3OL0qoAnryjVRHlSTZkSK0ejOhyFqc_qv3LlmnBUBmGzFMyDNaQ/s320/IMG_5017.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since Gary and Leah gave me money for my birthday and Gary came over to help with the pool set up, my only gift for my actual birthday was chocolate from Leah. But it was super yummy! I ate half of the salted caramel.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qmAzdbJWdjp-EY732hPUP2xcmUuED_rPggS1OZzr-vIKxzNlCNaifjNNy4GOgiz1TZsUGYAMnVTlZk4_06DOWJaW4c_5lc6SbD1__evTV-2dSA3awZsw9sD8_KcE-czrlQ-xn4s1eNo_UAKl0RVgItmTjBBsCOpVkvOjsTOyLz2CXvFSJQQkKg/s1792/IMG_5018.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9qmAzdbJWdjp-EY732hPUP2xcmUuED_rPggS1OZzr-vIKxzNlCNaifjNNy4GOgiz1TZsUGYAMnVTlZk4_06DOWJaW4c_5lc6SbD1__evTV-2dSA3awZsw9sD8_KcE-czrlQ-xn4s1eNo_UAKl0RVgItmTjBBsCOpVkvOjsTOyLz2CXvFSJQQkKg/w296-h640/IMG_5018.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, since I had signed up for the AMC emails years ago, we were sort of "insiders" and that allowed us to see any movie at any time on Tuesdays for $5. I knew there was some kind of thing with Tuesday and $5 but I couldn't find it on the website. Well, I had to be signed into my free AMC account. Benaiah is a premium member, so he can see up to 3 movies a week or something for free and has a ton of other perks. So, we saved a ton of money there. And then this month because it's my birthday and I gave AMC that info, I got a free refillable large popcorn worth more than $9. So, all told, I saved over $26 and only paid a whopping $15.07 for 2 adult tix to see a 1st run movie and 1 large refillable popcorn. Score! THIS, folks, is how I stretch our measly budget. And this is worth deleting dozens of AMC emails over the last few years for. And it makes up for the fact that I spent $15 on two drinks at Hitherto this morning at a women's meeting this morning. And another $17 on McDonald's on the way home from there for lunch. I help us to do more things on less money. That's my contribution to our family's finances.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-oyBnzB2Xos4hCqdKt5aPZh4zu6JsdPfdYTK1JTBp108DRcX1Wj2ndUuYskeR4jDY3DDvL4DGvWaQo48oB0el8du2pJgUn2g3VokbzPDQs0wVB8VdezPsdNGlOWCglkq9_AVBXluxXKOUSk5JMT-pgQiPMKHmIsMWnbsXG7QriH1iNZMS-1O9A/s4032/IMG_5019.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-oyBnzB2Xos4hCqdKt5aPZh4zu6JsdPfdYTK1JTBp108DRcX1Wj2ndUuYskeR4jDY3DDvL4DGvWaQo48oB0el8du2pJgUn2g3VokbzPDQs0wVB8VdezPsdNGlOWCglkq9_AVBXluxXKOUSk5JMT-pgQiPMKHmIsMWnbsXG7QriH1iNZMS-1O9A/s320/IMG_5019.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, just at the movie theater with my free large popcorn because I was a good girl and signed up for the free weekly newsletter and gave them my birthday so that once a year I get this popcorn voucher. It's usually $10. It is refillable but I didn't bother refilling it. No one needed to eat more popcorn. Jared and I actually ate this much during the previews and didn't eat any during the movie. I'd rather hear the movie and not hear myself eat. Plus I had gotten full on it already. It was my dinner.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRR6ExzVtBpIigIbNsAuECtFU7VNK-u1DqdtXoST10Sey7nmYVvF6RoOmasVuz76EOwRzw6VMxKvkgN8Pml8MyEnDB2pMDqNUqiB0lBW_uE78dPtBkBMBGXMAocqVeyErcNQNEdNrcNj55nK5WBDRsimBWJmwniXZ2dJ4b-AGOo0BV6orCJ9qnuw/s1792/IMG_5020.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRR6ExzVtBpIigIbNsAuECtFU7VNK-u1DqdtXoST10Sey7nmYVvF6RoOmasVuz76EOwRzw6VMxKvkgN8Pml8MyEnDB2pMDqNUqiB0lBW_uE78dPtBkBMBGXMAocqVeyErcNQNEdNrcNj55nK5WBDRsimBWJmwniXZ2dJ4b-AGOo0BV6orCJ9qnuw/w296-h640/IMG_5020.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same, oh my word, same.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuB2l5n0319yNormyly-IP4i2sF41_2esVSHkn8lvoufs6oKJ85-a3UPfAxBjzaPBmH6bsHIg0wf4oBNrDziH9t0FR20RBdZiiqXu4aZSZcZC85StauLGNqnIyT_0S14SrqTxpg76HkGV2Y61u-_gm0SeD0rnmUdutL8gkx6E-VZUhjW115yaPA/s4032/IMG_5021.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuB2l5n0319yNormyly-IP4i2sF41_2esVSHkn8lvoufs6oKJ85-a3UPfAxBjzaPBmH6bsHIg0wf4oBNrDziH9t0FR20RBdZiiqXu4aZSZcZC85StauLGNqnIyT_0S14SrqTxpg76HkGV2Y61u-_gm0SeD0rnmUdutL8gkx6E-VZUhjW115yaPA/w480-h640/IMG_5021.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't with this card! I don't know if he remembered that I liked Rainbow Brite when I was a little girl or he just picked it because it had a horse and pretty colors on it or what, but oh my word!!!!! I LOVED Rainbow Brite when I was a little girl! I have the horse, Starlight, I believe was it's name, and Rainbow Brite, herself tucked away in my things somewhere. And I have the movie on VHS, too. I can't remember if it was a TV show with episodes or not or just 1 or two movies or something else. Anyway, horse (unicorn I thought actually, but there's no horn on the horse on this card, oh well) and loads of colors. And this card has shimmer to it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHzVUQjr9XlGv_wTj8jWGnlE9apOEvXZzDqToen0L2hi3rWebtUmVXSx95Mc7V0bqf1TtwQ__q9HIqdW2lWAFkY6-_ndpIIevLy2Hdh5JDq-ZAU7pP7VL4mOJqr_v7dpu0DpayD5KJWpLm0020-eAsiSfRTKFPt6XDWhDvQwZTYe3jK6fBcv5qA/s4032/IMG_5022.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEHzVUQjr9XlGv_wTj8jWGnlE9apOEvXZzDqToen0L2hi3rWebtUmVXSx95Mc7V0bqf1TtwQ__q9HIqdW2lWAFkY6-_ndpIIevLy2Hdh5JDq-ZAU7pP7VL4mOJqr_v7dpu0DpayD5KJWpLm0020-eAsiSfRTKFPt6XDWhDvQwZTYe3jK6fBcv5qA/w480-h640/IMG_5022.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But wait, there's more! Stickers! There's shiny stickers! And the little sprites! Eek! And the cheesy note! Say what?! Jared is NOT the one to write cheesy notes like that! Oh my word! Happy dance! I've always wanted the cheesy notes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStpzeQiUmWjGTDKo2K0xzxFQ7kuDNA4uqYUaM8tSNsU3G5BD2RSVRqoiwegVnZUudidFJQf51wUP5nlfl0FYacuTiaGMY-mZqVWsT_izadw1EX_X0DvWXQYTfObwTI5PtdVDMzH3w-yWqXPNPFsztgS0MP4H528wkwQa0x9-Q9LHqjZIyKgCTZg/s4032/IMG_5023.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStpzeQiUmWjGTDKo2K0xzxFQ7kuDNA4uqYUaM8tSNsU3G5BD2RSVRqoiwegVnZUudidFJQf51wUP5nlfl0FYacuTiaGMY-mZqVWsT_izadw1EX_X0DvWXQYTfObwTI5PtdVDMzH3w-yWqXPNPFsztgS0MP4H528wkwQa0x9-Q9LHqjZIyKgCTZg/w640-h480/IMG_5023.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AND THEN it opens up so you can COLOR IT!!!!! Say what?! How cute is that?! Ok, ok, I think it's a card for a kid, but still, Jared knocked it out of the park! And made me feel better when the rest of the family kind of made it a dud of a day. Abishai and Jared both made me feel very special today. My buddies. We make quite a trio.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPfG9SLQYBhgW0qkSOQVuPKRuL6lBNVDKv0moYO5ZMUnuizHDv5QO8UiR2GBTo1TjSeG3QuVCHmqSKJt-Va9X4N7LG1A-OQFqickXN2dCIFdsrrcbMI3OfrMWk2yGOz4bzeOHJphm5aO4lmUpkqixM0BfhTWiZlMz8LEkS-4gOQfV4hEK7sulBw/s4032/IMG_5024.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZPfG9SLQYBhgW0qkSOQVuPKRuL6lBNVDKv0moYO5ZMUnuizHDv5QO8UiR2GBTo1TjSeG3QuVCHmqSKJt-Va9X4N7LG1A-OQFqickXN2dCIFdsrrcbMI3OfrMWk2yGOz4bzeOHJphm5aO4lmUpkqixM0BfhTWiZlMz8LEkS-4gOQfV4hEK7sulBw/w300-h400/IMG_5024.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Man is ALMOST 50 lbs and ALMOST 48 inches tall, lol. And don't we all wish we had his BMI and BP? Lol. A little quick on the pulse, maybe because he was nervous. And I'm not surprised by the temp. Occasionally we are cold in that office, and depending on what he was doing previously, it might be in a different range. Actually, my dad's normal body temperature was 96.8. Normal human temp is 98.6. So, for my dad, anything about a 97 was a low grade fever. It's always important to know what YOUR normal body temperature is so when you check yourself for a fever, you know what your baseline is. I bet by next summer, Abishai will be able to ride down all the water slides at the pools we go to and maybe do more theme park rides. Such a little dude.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwzlqOUaJVOAiZQoj3eAW1V7LA89Edx2E3ptcWQmhrM6SBOwUjumqVL9CW2X1Qk9g8xXEvAK7S-KcqkJQu7OxLqzox6rPQmzR4czRgX9DphT9P2e_eOjDkydkQ1Opzk6Kydy1k5WML58M1avACBrmXBu5sPA9H8oysh-khgTpu5vRGPLQYOxYvg/s1792/IMG_5025.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikwzlqOUaJVOAiZQoj3eAW1V7LA89Edx2E3ptcWQmhrM6SBOwUjumqVL9CW2X1Qk9g8xXEvAK7S-KcqkJQu7OxLqzox6rPQmzR4czRgX9DphT9P2e_eOjDkydkQ1Opzk6Kydy1k5WML58M1avACBrmXBu5sPA9H8oysh-khgTpu5vRGPLQYOxYvg/w296-h640/IMG_5025.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, one of my best friends from PEI sent me an extra special birthday greeting today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGTNPYdRM7r-5MXmRDLqYI-IugA6GYGnFHfv8gFaLA3tSGppotiJ9BDLekUCraEv7oOSY-PBPzqihRMaKRcdc9TQmuzHTPS0PEg-uE4FlYO1Re62VZdq35qescigp9T2YIxh483QjQwHRXdOTx-i2IIKFPrI38uMFjGtmDDTV7B_mtkV9_8zA7g/s828/IMG_5026.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="828" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGTNPYdRM7r-5MXmRDLqYI-IugA6GYGnFHfv8gFaLA3tSGppotiJ9BDLekUCraEv7oOSY-PBPzqihRMaKRcdc9TQmuzHTPS0PEg-uE4FlYO1Re62VZdq35qescigp9T2YIxh483QjQwHRXdOTx-i2IIKFPrI38uMFjGtmDDTV7B_mtkV9_8zA7g/w400-h319/IMG_5026.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscc-FXlcCdCWHlKjzVd3IK92futk05GVQ5PHoxH4pbRPq6cD_KiQ6r4JPniL_a1UQOX1frraH8J_OHKymTC6LGcMwe1DE7Lg2c_EywLl5Hq5-kMaKApRMyRUwDf9-j3SQmjX2adc7jTlKsLILsHpeSOSeH5svWJTtW2EcjS4QGxYlQ1_DAdxdpw/s1792/IMG_5027.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiscc-FXlcCdCWHlKjzVd3IK92futk05GVQ5PHoxH4pbRPq6cD_KiQ6r4JPniL_a1UQOX1frraH8J_OHKymTC6LGcMwe1DE7Lg2c_EywLl5Hq5-kMaKApRMyRUwDf9-j3SQmjX2adc7jTlKsLILsHpeSOSeH5svWJTtW2EcjS4QGxYlQ1_DAdxdpw/w296-h640/IMG_5027.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANGNMmE6aSI5eRdAYcdosqKK-FtJJ7rSqOVyo6Y0kKZNkf2RT4tmduz8nzXd1V5fJ3UpeVtHhPHMHpi0QuQfCH4M0RUZ7CXds7tlS8H3qmbkyVsi8rg8L_c4IMHSUt9Pk_a2xvk0gZK4QbaMdvLe828E4rRFwceK4Pv_3gpQDH1qSX0fjLErYnQ/s1792/IMG_5028.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANGNMmE6aSI5eRdAYcdosqKK-FtJJ7rSqOVyo6Y0kKZNkf2RT4tmduz8nzXd1V5fJ3UpeVtHhPHMHpi0QuQfCH4M0RUZ7CXds7tlS8H3qmbkyVsi8rg8L_c4IMHSUt9Pk_a2xvk0gZK4QbaMdvLe828E4rRFwceK4Pv_3gpQDH1qSX0fjLErYnQ/w296-h640/IMG_5028.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That last statistic is a doozy. So, you see employers advertise for $19 an hour to flip hamburgers at McDonald's right? However, if all consumer goods go up, that $19 an hour, is actually not worth as much as it seems. Every year Jared has been given a pay increase whether we are with the same company or not. Year over year, our income has increased. Praise the Lord, right? We should have so much money in savings and retirement right? Wrong. We are still at the same relative level wealth wise as we've always been in. We still qualify for the children to have Medicaid health insurance. We still feel poor. Year after year we struggle to stay out of debt. All our expenses go up at the same amount or this year, even more than our pay increases. We never get ahead. Inflation increases faster than our pay rate increases. That's why we are broke. That's why, it has always been hard for me to look at a pay raise as something special or God given. I should rejoice that we are still at even. That we haven't gotten into significant debt. That God has taken care of us each step of the way. We've never been threatened by a mortgage company, or a loan company, or a credit card company or a utility company that we are in arrears. We've always had just the right amount, each and every time, no matter what. I do enjoy rejoice in that. However, in my pea sized little brain, I watched my dad and Jared's dad, both increase in salary a lot quicker than inflation rose and therefore, they both gained great strides in their wealth. And I just assumed we would do the same. Well, that hasn't been true. Jared isn't them for one. But two, that's really not how it works for most people. And now, in this recession, and runaway inflation, it's causing even us to fall behind and potentially get into financial trouble when we normally wouldn't. If you believe in what the Bible says about not being in debt, it's a scary time for us because I know some of us will have to go in debt or lose everything. And we prayerfully will recover, but that road is super long and hard, and during it, you loose time in raising your children because you working so much on your debt snowball and you wonder if it's worth it. So, do I care about all of this? Absolutely. I watch these things carefully. I did expect this. I knew it was coming. The bubble was going to burst. I've studied economics both in high school and in college. I understand some of this stuff and the typical patterns. But it's still not fun to live through and I didn't think I'd live through a crisis like this. It's so surreal.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoK_ueGsvtCH8AIeGEgM9emSgdro_Q_VxCcT0eTSrjvT8_10RDhswL25ZwPJ2SH_x_lztRFbl-C1rKGKyhsuaElIdGC2l4XOYCyfh1zYD9AsjNL7gGjhct419sv5K0hmBLCeBNyogGw3XjMGimrlDk42klizPfX57acWaN2TdkZXnUMtk7pTvMqQ/s707/IMG_5029.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="611" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoK_ueGsvtCH8AIeGEgM9emSgdro_Q_VxCcT0eTSrjvT8_10RDhswL25ZwPJ2SH_x_lztRFbl-C1rKGKyhsuaElIdGC2l4XOYCyfh1zYD9AsjNL7gGjhct419sv5K0hmBLCeBNyogGw3XjMGimrlDk42klizPfX57acWaN2TdkZXnUMtk7pTvMqQ/w554-h640/IMG_5029.JPG" width="554" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow. Well said.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopLYdWulnG0a1HyO4eRjuWAwQ2uM5gynL1H59q8SZgZ7VE8HaJr8J7tCJGpiK5giaq_im-PH9Y5YtP5FgdKvykKGGHSzElZKWiEpXe69DW6uDVfXaP5lhTq9ZqMRxB4hpH_bo_B3wADte4Cc-6kms8MnZXqnvH8mGOGIf0KkJEJxhtpEwan3wTQ/s1792/IMG_5030.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjopLYdWulnG0a1HyO4eRjuWAwQ2uM5gynL1H59q8SZgZ7VE8HaJr8J7tCJGpiK5giaq_im-PH9Y5YtP5FgdKvykKGGHSzElZKWiEpXe69DW6uDVfXaP5lhTq9ZqMRxB4hpH_bo_B3wADte4Cc-6kms8MnZXqnvH8mGOGIf0KkJEJxhtpEwan3wTQ/w296-h640/IMG_5030.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This year's Happy Birthday Facebook count. (93 on my main page). It helps that FB helps everyone remember. That's how I remember everyone else's and I say Happy Birthday to every single person throughout the year. Then I scroll through their last few posts and pics and see how their kids have grown and what they've been up to. It's a nice, simple, easy way to check up on all 1,100 of my friends. At least people that I've known throughout the years that allow me to stay in contact with them via FB, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KsW0VqAzc11kTGczcz6my_HT1czRTUqTjTT43mUKYiQoNdZjIEJgtZCfZ-8dQblJBX2gVrbWBTy9vj_diOb6u_cVuKlgv6EV2DvR-jMkBlNhny4L3m3DDqaQiyovv8XAYpz1tgUh1nBV102dVqK70LLyppKHlANAqecXdWW_4coI20fUN36qQw/s1792/IMG_5031.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KsW0VqAzc11kTGczcz6my_HT1czRTUqTjTT43mUKYiQoNdZjIEJgtZCfZ-8dQblJBX2gVrbWBTy9vj_diOb6u_cVuKlgv6EV2DvR-jMkBlNhny4L3m3DDqaQiyovv8XAYpz1tgUh1nBV102dVqK70LLyppKHlANAqecXdWW_4coI20fUN36qQw/w296-h640/IMG_5031.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'd say about 9 Happy Birthdays on this post, plus a few extra after I did these screenshots.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGP5kYIVtghWFuyO5v9IyhY0--5tJk3JBbv8PPpNUkqutmznnk0z8kZcn_BZulzTQQLCl9US3D1phkmBeD7WpSt828JE6B2D2JwqyveO0ulD1gHfR-LBudsuQNiuFWcVhY0IEOiUPvhSf67dtzVfsx7QHnS9AXASX_4yFfgknZBLHu420qyC4d3Q/s526/IMG_5032.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGP5kYIVtghWFuyO5v9IyhY0--5tJk3JBbv8PPpNUkqutmznnk0z8kZcn_BZulzTQQLCl9US3D1phkmBeD7WpSt828JE6B2D2JwqyveO0ulD1gHfR-LBudsuQNiuFWcVhY0IEOiUPvhSf67dtzVfsx7QHnS9AXASX_4yFfgknZBLHu420qyC4d3Q/s320/IMG_5032.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, every day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryoMgtEMePnMjbQw9NmDoVTHdSFxnaonRT3uoYcqYQqNrFyFaRPzJF46CQhL2z_modzDDX_c5slUUU0Hyur0_gzgDM7-CHyH0B_vTJ_sAPhqBvTXHuKeHp5V69HG_MblwOcLmgjwO1nD96rxdzeUvjyBBQHxAiGCJXgDYJLTWu13QefEyI0PxCQ/s564/IMG_5033.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="564" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiryoMgtEMePnMjbQw9NmDoVTHdSFxnaonRT3uoYcqYQqNrFyFaRPzJF46CQhL2z_modzDDX_c5slUUU0Hyur0_gzgDM7-CHyH0B_vTJ_sAPhqBvTXHuKeHp5V69HG_MblwOcLmgjwO1nD96rxdzeUvjyBBQHxAiGCJXgDYJLTWu13QefEyI0PxCQ/s320/IMG_5033.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I could see my PEI friend Laura doing this!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkfkG-bjlRvy-SygVG3gi0DbHs59P79mTnVBIZX2RizO5LVM2qduogREhErWbKlweXxXRglfJONlqZ5Rn7LUIX17sPFGplMVJcEdt8KsS6NKQDHHt_wCv3nzMXmqyinIRo4wiJo6-_xJJ29PiBPkcKkZQ0yEtpqdudrrmy1P7sXumhdSz5kwKCg/s4032/IMG_5034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkfkG-bjlRvy-SygVG3gi0DbHs59P79mTnVBIZX2RizO5LVM2qduogREhErWbKlweXxXRglfJONlqZ5Rn7LUIX17sPFGplMVJcEdt8KsS6NKQDHHt_wCv3nzMXmqyinIRo4wiJo6-_xJJ29PiBPkcKkZQ0yEtpqdudrrmy1P7sXumhdSz5kwKCg/w640-h480/IMG_5034.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, I did it! I made a meal (and we ate it and food was put away), in 30 minutes (and less than 60 minutes). I was on top of it tonight! Freshly made burgers from scratch, fries from scratch in the air fryer, and frozen veggies. The recipe was from the EveryPlate box, so it also made caramlized onions. I didn't had sugar to them, though. Nor did a make the wasabi mayo because I knew no one would eat it. Nor did I take time to chop up garlic for the sauce. But everyone ate well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwAN6KSgEXe17j6qEKfmv1r2wWaqMTt5qp4ecc2_d2UqYlGW_dswZpFisqHNfCGtshTcu3yehFCa1lvmCVTqVM42N2G0p-U2NP8C6lncMv4Xnkj7jGnPlyEhZRJFsXnrMnyi35MAK26XQ5XQOdgTBOPwY2OjyM_58jjIli63S0tetm-CsuJ3ymQ/s4032/IMG_5036.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwAN6KSgEXe17j6qEKfmv1r2wWaqMTt5qp4ecc2_d2UqYlGW_dswZpFisqHNfCGtshTcu3yehFCa1lvmCVTqVM42N2G0p-U2NP8C6lncMv4Xnkj7jGnPlyEhZRJFsXnrMnyi35MAK26XQ5XQOdgTBOPwY2OjyM_58jjIli63S0tetm-CsuJ3ymQ/w480-h640/IMG_5036.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aw, man, where is Tuesday MOPS?! I mean, maybe they fell off the radar a couple of years ago because of Covid and I just didn't notice because they aren't announced regularly at Indian Creek anymore. However, here only Friday morning is advertised. Does this mean that Tuesday Morning MOPS doesn't exist anymore? I mean, it was only a few years old when I started with Benaiah. It was a breakaway group from the Friday group which had gotten so large! Like 100 moms large! And then Tuesday got to like 40 moms and I guess for awhile it was the larger group and Friday's was tiny. Maybe that's why they combined everybody again. Who knows. I love MOPS. It's one of the best moms of young ones programs out there. Mother of Preschoolers is what it stands for, but it's for moms and their children Birth through Kindergarten. For us with at the time 2 in the age range plus 1 kid in 1st grade our last year, the oldest just because a helper in the 4's and 5's. It worked out fine. Oh, and my wedding rings are there on the computer keyboard because that's where I put them at night when I spend my long stints at the computer. My hands swell up a bit during the day and I like to give my hands some rest while my whole body is resting. And then that way, I'm not running around forgetting to wear my ring out of the house and what not. I put it right back on before I go to bed. So, it's not a symbol of anything, it's just a nightly routine. They did land kind of pretty there tonight though, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjT4Noh-BvDMW5zt-yEDzUvx9rPAVfYEOsWNx0AKRleBq19Tkxs3ECTDuxJwGwMLlMnwmkaTsw5gBhzkYfmf7Fk8Eth279oqLxfI-vSAyL4FtEzSy1zkDQ8Vc0bQyLLCbwh4SfKSTLNtvdkw4EPJg1SZiveu6_Bq-Wh-xy_ER2_Ra6n1BZX5xl6Q/s2978/IMG_5799.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2978" data-original-width="1156" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjT4Noh-BvDMW5zt-yEDzUvx9rPAVfYEOsWNx0AKRleBq19Tkxs3ECTDuxJwGwMLlMnwmkaTsw5gBhzkYfmf7Fk8Eth279oqLxfI-vSAyL4FtEzSy1zkDQ8Vc0bQyLLCbwh4SfKSTLNtvdkw4EPJg1SZiveu6_Bq-Wh-xy_ER2_Ra6n1BZX5xl6Q/w248-h640/IMG_5799.JPEG" width="248" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared sent me this picture to show how ridiculously big Abishai's belt knot is tonight. "But I do it my big self, Daddy!" And it's true, Abishai has been tying his belt himself more and more for class. Now, if we could only get around to teaching him tie his shoes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkIg1gb3uGATLEFwQcdvZT1mxTiYTd-ogkqls16z1GKOJOTqgwX9NKr0bfkSo2qpEAGJ_JuUxsgN3IX4pUrA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxhY784QD1bC6asu_QsxM7WB0OZrAj8g5o_S9G8bntH7GbIUzvZ0sC4isxou-7zW4gl9ZM_zubibZmBBymzBw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> <a href="https://youtu.be/8_7kp4w82Dg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Worship Forever playing on the day it was recorded! One year later!</a></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxzJm5kaf9gcagvpg0f_w3Hs66mHzrSjNDar-xNZ0VVMMOsvcOI62hb1M9kycS9raFJY6oQvd8AeDdqaC8_4w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>Wednesday - So Sleepy</p><p>- Melinda, Melinda, Melinda, what's wrong
with you!? Why do you stay up until 3am and expect that you can drive?
It's becoming such a bad habit. I just wanted to play my video games on
my birthday, but I had no time at all to rest. So I took some time last
night. Well, that made me a zombie for the whole morning today. I barely
notice Jared get up and certainly didn't hear Justin leave with him to
go driving. Next thing I knew Abishai was jumping in the bed at 7:30
read to start the day. I think I snoozed again after that as well. And
then after I had some toast, I sat on the coach and stared at social
media until after 11am. I sometimes will sit and drink my tea like that,
but never for that long. I lost track of time a lot today. I took
Keturah to her counseling appointment at 1pm where I brought with me and
drank a cup of coffee and then felt better. I was able to get her home,
where Kellie and Kya met us, and they stayed the afternoon. Then Kellie
left and I went right into dinner making, eating, and cleaning up. Time
for Tang Soo Do and finally sitting down to attempt to catch up on this
here ol' blog again, because I'm behind again.</p><p>- I'm having
trouble staying motivated to write. Or do anything for that matter. Or
journal in my red notebook, too. I'm trying to get more involved with
people in real life, so there's not enough time online I guess. And I
don't want to think either. I'm so tired that I know I'm not putting
words together like I should, so I don't want to even try. I think, is
it time to just give up the blog? Is there a way to make the process
simpler? Should I just take more mundane photos to jog my memory, upload
those and only journal those and not do the long paragraphs? Basically
forget the nitty gritty details or all the funny jokes or moments that a
photo doesn't capture? What's a happy medium? What's going to matter in
10 years? Who's really reading this? Who am I doing this for? Am I just
bogging down because I'm tired? And why am I sabotaging myself? I could
answer these questions IF I slept more, but then the vicious cycle
begins again, sigh. Anyway. Not sure. So I'll try a little of this and a
little of that.</p><p>- I had a great visit with Kellie and she poured
her heart out to me keeping me accountable for what she sees when she
walks in my door. And instead of my heart sinking and feeling
embarrassed, I felt relief. Sweet relief that someone has seen my
struggles and has a potential answer. Tell me what to do! Point me in
the right direction! Give me something tangible to try! Anything! Show
me thy ways! Mentor me, please! And in person, not on social media. I
basically cried in front of her. "Tears and snot" as she likes to say.
That's what best friends are for. I want to listen to her advice. I
welcome advice when it's from her. Sometimes it hurts because I'm not
expecting it. Or I'm not in a good place that day. But today, I was in
the right place to receive it. And she was humble in the way she spoke
it. And it was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. And that's what I've
always imagined friendship to be. Maybe someday I'll be that way for her
or the next younger mom who needs it. Some say I have been very helpful
to them. I just hope that I have been. I'm not very sure that I am
because I need to spew a ton of info. But I try to be.</p><p>- And then
she kept questions of the kids about what they learned at CIY. So it was
fun to have these extra conversations. Not your typical afternoon
friend visit. Justin didn't have small group, so Kya did get to stay.
Keturah had late night Ritter's, but because I banned sweet things for
the week (which I would have still let her get something at Ritter's had
she behaved) and because she had not once, but 3 days in a row gotten
up late, given me huge smack and disrespect with her lips, and had her
phone when she wasn't supposed, oh, and not done her unit study for the
summer, she and I agreed she wouldn't go. Well, she didn't feel up to
it, but then she changed her mind again and wanted to go, but I told her
that she's not allowed to change her mind again because it was too
close to starting time and I had already told Jared and changed the rest
of the plans for the rest of the night. And because of all the other
junk I just said. And, I don't need to buy her ice cream, she would be
buying it and since she's broke, she wouldn't be getting any, so what's
the point. Well, I should have said, the point is seeing your friends,
but, she saw them all last week, I think she's fine. I need to type, or I
could be outside helping Jared with the pool. And I need to get Kya
home. And because of the conversation I just had with Kellie, I put my
foot down and said, no. Keturah didn't argue. She didn't argue about me
taking the phone away either. I don't remember exactly where we left it
today, as in, could she have it or not, but she ended up having it this
afternoon when Kellie was here instead of doing her homework. So she's
grounded again. Sigh. Abishai had a disrespectful moment over shutting
off the TV as well, so Kellie was able to show me how I could have
better handled that, too. Live and learn I will.</p><p>- So, we didn't
go to Ritter's and that's a great thing because it's pouring rain right
now. Jared was able to get the pool filter pump up on the blocks and
screwed down. He didn't get everything clamped down though. Bummers.
He'll have to do that tomorrow night and then he'll call the water truck
he said. I say, call the water truck tomorrow and make an appointment
for Friday or Monday. That way if there's a delay in getting an
appointment, there's less of a gap. Sigh. Anyway, it will up when it's
up. And it will be worth the wait. Now I just want to wait until this
little rainstorm is over so I can take Kya home.</p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgek6sQE6bBJAXT0cEz1NEDW1r3wjzgxEkyYEKXwlqEKtBAELXduzMROfdXEJND-vFfUEoRkjdJ5pch2PuAEXqvnPSlGRKnGxXeKnfiZrO_so4XXf-NLwZUpi4DYOl9-Zox6PeSWD9jSIOeDw4F6ey3nJxZ-b3-68Dm3WlVPjsXhWgVF7Tv1Io-Ig/s4032/IMG_5037.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgek6sQE6bBJAXT0cEz1NEDW1r3wjzgxEkyYEKXwlqEKtBAELXduzMROfdXEJND-vFfUEoRkjdJ5pch2PuAEXqvnPSlGRKnGxXeKnfiZrO_so4XXf-NLwZUpi4DYOl9-Zox6PeSWD9jSIOeDw4F6ey3nJxZ-b3-68Dm3WlVPjsXhWgVF7Tv1Io-Ig/w640-h480/IMG_5037.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty clouds on our way to drop Kya off to her mom.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> Thursday - </p><p>- Our first full stay at home day of this week. Super lazy day. And, since I'm writing this on Saturday, I really don't know what we did. Justin worked. I think I was a zombie and didn't do anything much. Maybe some blogging. I'm not really sure. I had Keturah working on her unit study. Abishai had Tang Soo Do class. I made a nice dinner. I may have laid down for a short nap and wasted a lot of time that afternoon. I'm not sure. I know on Friday I decided to have Jared hold me accountable for my bedtime again so I don't have days like this. The zombie days have to stop. I have depression. I have no motivation. My mind is not clear at all. I'm literally dizzy from exhaustion. I can't hold myself up. I can't safely drive. I can't read a book. I can't even put sentences together for a blog and I don't want to blog. I just want to play hooky from life and hang out with people so I don't have to work. I don't want to go on field trips because I'm too tired. So the kids are bored at home, too. I don't want to work on anything. It's not a good situation. I need intervention. I'm addicted to not feeling anything because when I am clear headed and start thinking about reality, reality hurts. So I tune it all out and purposefully stay tired enough to use it as an excuse. I sleep 4 hrs a night. I feel awful. And I'm physically more ill than I should be. Enough is enough. I need to get help. Jared can physically close my computer after he gets his ice packs and pull me up from my chair to make me finish my bedtime routine (brush teeth, go to the bathroom, and get in bed). And I think once I've done that for a week, I'll be back to more of my old self. Once I see that, I'll get more done during the day and feel more accomplished and be more motivated to keep it that way. And if he has to keep closing my computer for me for 40 days until it's a habit, then so be it. But these zombie days where I completely check out from the world, are such a waste and then I feel ashamed. Forgive me, Lord. Forgive me, Jared. Forgive me, Jared.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_qdphk4i46DYx__L-ThTGf04OiauHo7U4KPJsK3okOLUB7hYsgDqfV1W5xeRA35lraM8XS_tEkAnBzgX9oNMVD-mGVOsGBU4_NJDE6-miHe7HPQ7O6YI2n80f3DRdzKYDea7jR6QNqgdOWAWr7eBvKgG9Ms-cAsyQ5czzo0b_TmA-ZMnVnJyrA/s4032/IMG_5038.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis_qdphk4i46DYx__L-ThTGf04OiauHo7U4KPJsK3okOLUB7hYsgDqfV1W5xeRA35lraM8XS_tEkAnBzgX9oNMVD-mGVOsGBU4_NJDE6-miHe7HPQ7O6YI2n80f3DRdzKYDea7jR6QNqgdOWAWr7eBvKgG9Ms-cAsyQ5czzo0b_TmA-ZMnVnJyrA/s320/IMG_5038.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai said he needed to snuggle with Socks today. Look at how big Abishai is now next to Socks! They are so cute! Abishai has been in Socks' care his whole life! Best buds, too. Sometimes I wonder if Socks thinks, "This kid needs to slow down! I can't keep up with him anymore!" But Socks still gets excited for Abishai's attention because we don't always have the time to give Socks the attention he deserves. But Abishai does.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTs3xUrviiDAN9D3rxznKuiQhmzmBz191k-ZE-JsbzDEEV2QVW5E1RirMYYUtuLmeAV_znB1o40T5A9MD-Ulfznv2WyYfUDxPT7UGXto1M3cz0OjixtpbNyw9s2p3ebQWuPq7pqC9x6wOJx8m9pZWX2XJPAc537Xu3SZXGd77tVmPJ7wFiLf2Xlw/s4032/IMG_5039.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTs3xUrviiDAN9D3rxznKuiQhmzmBz191k-ZE-JsbzDEEV2QVW5E1RirMYYUtuLmeAV_znB1o40T5A9MD-Ulfznv2WyYfUDxPT7UGXto1M3cz0OjixtpbNyw9s2p3ebQWuPq7pqC9x6wOJx8m9pZWX2XJPAc537Xu3SZXGd77tVmPJ7wFiLf2Xlw/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There is a TikTok that goes like this: "When you find a floof in their natural habitat, you do this. Step 1) go over to the floof. Step 2) Boop the floof (nose)." We love our big floof baby.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihwl4FpppJ7lfbcOgZTbGpy7iOfnDXNA6cgPMQkG4egikwrqWu17FXVlU3Ghti4-7jwkCisG9hw31dM_c1DLK2nZWRHNgrABfSX-g6cllKMjeShEzgtyRZiTN3XEezVcpI-2E2y1rOgs03FZsl-ooom45PPTzSt32OmXMJJC_jJzp312oZ8YPkw/s4032/IMG_5040.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjihwl4FpppJ7lfbcOgZTbGpy7iOfnDXNA6cgPMQkG4egikwrqWu17FXVlU3Ghti4-7jwkCisG9hw31dM_c1DLK2nZWRHNgrABfSX-g6cllKMjeShEzgtyRZiTN3XEezVcpI-2E2y1rOgs03FZsl-ooom45PPTzSt32OmXMJJC_jJzp312oZ8YPkw/s320/IMG_5040.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjLEbneZh0KGhHlDAChEqRLLe1v0CwersQulMV2KQb9lYt7HbkKL_I1odpEKLCkkBpnjByzx-bXibwFq90xvRT0_21OMXZVlqcZj0fMRTXbjbsOsXFR_xoMgMZxkJ84ImpeWaLY8shonaHOc8ODm0CcJ2rXI4RryFDRbgsKWV4o4RzwH6ChTyWw/s4032/IMG_5041.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I think the aloe plan is getting a bit scorched, so I need to move it to the back deck soon. But these are pretty! And my phone camera does a decent job with taking photos. I need to go back and use my DSLR though for crisper photos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmH8xi8QJcrtRCMeUnt9wGoypwOj_srvDpMNWyqqJfEMbQEq69SKgelT4QgaVLHkNpulFwRnwbrkuGGngrZXQODOeOhD16UWfXwVfHGRm4teY4G15SOQv4B2RRfpUSkVwqoDLTnfuCcbtnkhBSo-Wbl1YdAc53rlr3Syy_XIgFeYrO9N_UXQoSQ/s4032/IMG_5046.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmH8xi8QJcrtRCMeUnt9wGoypwOj_srvDpMNWyqqJfEMbQEq69SKgelT4QgaVLHkNpulFwRnwbrkuGGngrZXQODOeOhD16UWfXwVfHGRm4teY4G15SOQv4B2RRfpUSkVwqoDLTnfuCcbtnkhBSo-Wbl1YdAc53rlr3Syy_XIgFeYrO9N_UXQoSQ/w300-h400/IMG_5046.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifHr4OzqRh-mSn32SQwPYHu5Navwds_XR3hZdhzPblQ3stDg1C76q218cArFrf3xthF7jdAR2WMCWbORb14011bEcv7nm4u-_m5gf8C4l7MccKPKMfvKdBfYlA5HKXJEWF_MfFMcK2vc2YgIstUwh-9-84ChRnqO6hKFq6izA270DgrlcUCJD_1Q/s4032/IMG_5047.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Not bad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9PWEDdbB8kji5kiF9s5aeb-pjpch0WjIW2Ux832XdglKh_RqoQcJsRMIP94TqVo7JgnXU7x0fIE7Hai72D4ZJLe4s3hOxpbPQQPs3lF0ozUk_VtCAqYHSVbH_7g1PpG9-KaaCv4aC5NbHG30_JOZXxuJABXSukLj9ifuDKi035hWOQknu1CrfA/s4032/IMG_5053.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ9PWEDdbB8kji5kiF9s5aeb-pjpch0WjIW2Ux832XdglKh_RqoQcJsRMIP94TqVo7JgnXU7x0fIE7Hai72D4ZJLe4s3hOxpbPQQPs3lF0ozUk_VtCAqYHSVbH_7g1PpG9-KaaCv4aC5NbHG30_JOZXxuJABXSukLj9ifuDKi035hWOQknu1CrfA/w640-h480/IMG_5053.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's looking a bit sunburnt, isn't she? I need to move her, don't I? Poor girl. Good thing she's on wheels now! I'm debating on whether I should zoom her through the house or have Justin pick her up and take her around the back outside. I know I can't lift her. She's probably a good 30 lbs now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyv3v6h1Wmv14mLPo5VSy5QEmLE9_P2rgi0Whij-GWjSs9csak1v_P245cvL2deV46dLvvhxlcpzAiMt84ZHDzZ7xYhbqapX_bmlNK1aPbhgpNK7dIGpAp09tFy587v28GCume6U4f8VC0-O7KmSaKyowOVAUeeKvDabpcOBBSUyIjVXAPUv10bA/s4032/IMG_5054.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyv3v6h1Wmv14mLPo5VSy5QEmLE9_P2rgi0Whij-GWjSs9csak1v_P245cvL2deV46dLvvhxlcpzAiMt84ZHDzZ7xYhbqapX_bmlNK1aPbhgpNK7dIGpAp09tFy587v28GCume6U4f8VC0-O7KmSaKyowOVAUeeKvDabpcOBBSUyIjVXAPUv10bA/s320/IMG_5054.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai has just started eating deli sandwiches this week, ham, cheese, mayo and mustard. And today I needed to leave or go somewhere, and he wasn't hungry yet, so I made him a sandwich and we used a Tupperware brand sandwich container I got like 15 years ago. These things are pretty tough. I wish I had a few more so I wouldn't waste those plastic baggies. I also used it to put the leftover croissant rolls in it and Jared took those to work. Yes, with Tigger on the front! He has never cared about his image, so he doesn't mind having a kids' lunch box or anything. And the people in his office would think it was cute anyway. I love Tupperware as a brand. I have some Tupperware from the 70's for real, it's not just a throwback color or something. I know glass is better, so I do try to use it when I can, but I have plastic stuff, too, and I just deal with it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqOHV2T186eI6Ad2yc5p5Qwmg1a8z28MBJIBN1St-RKWZNRHPxjw97itNCN-ltiifTV8gn7Z6LK7ekI25r2sOA4ltR89PPLgeV8dTi2upmqMn8h3GOkc74hLv5q9DWPZw0k6snBxh2DXVyfgxTl-00mG-OK781hDWjT3ckiAyULri2F260h0Jbg/s4032/IMG_5055.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdqOHV2T186eI6Ad2yc5p5Qwmg1a8z28MBJIBN1St-RKWZNRHPxjw97itNCN-ltiifTV8gn7Z6LK7ekI25r2sOA4ltR89PPLgeV8dTi2upmqMn8h3GOkc74hLv5q9DWPZw0k6snBxh2DXVyfgxTl-00mG-OK781hDWjT3ckiAyULri2F260h0Jbg/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRs-JTIz6Y1srrFIX5KXUeC9WXtzF9r-CVQ8fFsNxIwQfYGR4XCk4J5o6u28njPUuS7noANMLz1eZjAIpskRcgx-_Ao7mmxacbAEhZw5wgg78DlY-HtwCEDMCamF_S95v8mfG-sCWK6iloCYlkQW85TFIP4aSla_GN64hklReY82-UW2jmvR91A/s4032/IMG_5056.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRs-JTIz6Y1srrFIX5KXUeC9WXtzF9r-CVQ8fFsNxIwQfYGR4XCk4J5o6u28njPUuS7noANMLz1eZjAIpskRcgx-_Ao7mmxacbAEhZw5wgg78DlY-HtwCEDMCamF_S95v8mfG-sCWK6iloCYlkQW85TFIP4aSla_GN64hklReY82-UW2jmvR91A/w640-h480/IMG_5056.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Living got some notifications messed up and told us we would lose our loyalty discount if we didn't make an order by such and such a date so, I went ahead and ordered. But I only used my points. And look how much I got with just points! I got Christmas Spirit hand soap in July because I know it will be out of stock in the fall. I did smell it and I like the Winter one better, but oh well. I got the maple bath bombs that mostly smell like clove. Not that I take baths but they sounded interesting and I hadn't seen them before. The Mindwise juice packets have different ingredients than the Ningxia so I thought I would try that. Then I got the acne stuff mostly for the kids because I knew they were nearing the end of their acne treatment bottle. And I got this claraderm spray to see if it would help with this allergic reaction I'm having with our water softener salt and our water. I'm not fond of the Claraderm smell although it's got some really great and powerful oils in it. I've only used it once so far, so we'll see. Oh, and then oil bottle holders with key chain rings for easy access when traveling. All for free on points. That's a ton! All because I buy a box of Ningxia Red packets every month because I believe it helps me. I should diffuse my oils more but my kids hate them. Someday I will.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8OeaMgHOgpNCl3cl57_Jw5t89u6TOFJ1fWy_2ErYSezDAAm-gqh16ufuVWSdq1fCvFUgUxTP-b_948LfBNUjws0Et5h6JNuKG5JVZGWBO6L008j_FC9n0bWIH29PGZjsv3qKtpRyNnTcQAsRwZmRk4TMziEDXHEDS_qEC1lJf7QyFTrymoRxhw/s4032/IMG_5057.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8OeaMgHOgpNCl3cl57_Jw5t89u6TOFJ1fWy_2ErYSezDAAm-gqh16ufuVWSdq1fCvFUgUxTP-b_948LfBNUjws0Et5h6JNuKG5JVZGWBO6L008j_FC9n0bWIH29PGZjsv3qKtpRyNnTcQAsRwZmRk4TMziEDXHEDS_qEC1lJf7QyFTrymoRxhw/w480-h640/IMG_5057.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used a gluten free tortilla from Aldi but these came out pretty quick and easy. I only used one spice packet but could have used both. The peppers definitely made it different than our regular tacos. And I loved having the tomatoes and onions with lime, which is pretty much pico de gallo, right? I didn't put any salsa on it. But I did have shredded cheese and sour cream. Yum!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXh1eYMCy-9iMvBfL--1JEMpxaMzI9eXxJUFgWYIQ1pGxDykzqtmOCSpOxZGEZT6DfSlL7SMh8JxUyOPMzsH3ydQaxAEE72B0kjmTJYT9Izy6MIUBAcFmcHLVRGgatkaKt9vaSrj-lFq3QdTJ6n-SsFRw7DzSV9O7ttpC-RtnBR3zgvcMcjmMNQ/s500/IMG_5058.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXh1eYMCy-9iMvBfL--1JEMpxaMzI9eXxJUFgWYIQ1pGxDykzqtmOCSpOxZGEZT6DfSlL7SMh8JxUyOPMzsH3ydQaxAEE72B0kjmTJYT9Izy6MIUBAcFmcHLVRGgatkaKt9vaSrj-lFq3QdTJ6n-SsFRw7DzSV9O7ttpC-RtnBR3zgvcMcjmMNQ/s320/IMG_5058.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Those yummy chocolate bars I ate a couple of nights ago Leah got me for my birthday? Well, one of them had a brand new ingredient that I was unfamiliar with. It was the caramel one, the one I ate first. Here's the ingredients. Glucose Syrup derived from Wheat. What in the world is that? And does it still have gluten in it? Well, I posted this on FB and a friend looked it up. Apparently it says celiacs can eat it because it doesn't have gluten. Well, whatever it is about gluten products that causes my fibro flares and extra inflammation is still in this glucose syrup because as I'm writing this a couple of days later, I'm still having pain from the flare up. It just goes to show you to always check your ingredients no matter what kind of food product you are eating or even medications, lotions, shampoos, bandaids, etc. You just don't know when they change a recipe or start putting glutened, glucose syrup in what looks like a gluten free chocolate bar. And unfortunately, the dairy in this bar has also messed up my stomach. Usually I'm ok, but this one has thrown me way off. I checked the other bar and it's fine for me. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Friday - Park day!<br /></p><p>- Yeah! Park day! It was a beautiful day! We had some new to homeschooling moms with us and they also had very young kids, too. Fun times! The usual suspects were all there as well. Justin and Abishai played kickball for a bit until Kya arrived and then Justin and Kya walked off from the rest of the group. Abishai played until he got bored and more little kids came. Then he growled at everybody because he didn't want anybody to come close to him. He hadn't even wanted to go to park day claiming, "I've seen enough people this week, Mom! I'm all peopled out!" Oh my, copying Mom's words are we? Good grief! I thought about bringing Keturah with us but I didn't get her up in time. She's been quite the bear this week with attitude and needs some fresh air. She did get two lessons done in her unit study, at least she said she did. She said she can't answer the questions well, so I need to go over it with her before she continues. She's got 6 out of 10 lessons done. Sigh.</p><p>- We then left Justin with Kellie and Kya for the day, and Abishai and I went back home for the afternoon. We puttered and tried to be productive but we didn't end up doing much. I worked on the blog, Abishai had screen time, and Keturah had hers. Then she gave me the biggest attitude of the week with her head bobbing and her tongue wagging like she belonged in the 'hood or something. She did have an appointment with the counselor this week but wow, I get exhausted with her attitude. Thank goodness I have some time with other women now on a weekly basis so I can lifted up. I can't wait for a more weekly routine come winter. And once I get to know more women at New Pal, and feel more comfortable, I'll feel less lost. We'll get settled down again, you'll see.</p><p>- It was a semi quiet afternoon and then Daddy and Abishai picked up Justin from Kellie and Kya at the gas station. Tomorrow is Saturday, work day! Maybe we can finish off the pool, fix the cabinet in the big bathroom, finish the big red J, plant the tree Jared bought this week, mow, etc. Yippee, skippy!<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VGb_3utFqSppjKlNfGHqUzZuVXMwgWGNecROREwcHV1QU3WbxmE23Gwez2kKF1ytDmeYj0l4IVguw5uLGHAZ4KfFoL6i5hzpeoo8IBpEJac-FOyaOOpSUBBu9hwJXnWu-4BPMARh34bvYf24m7FdEVNFT6lD-gwGFuRqDoiWx6iIiImMyQALOw/s4032/IMG_5059.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7VGb_3utFqSppjKlNfGHqUzZuVXMwgWGNecROREwcHV1QU3WbxmE23Gwez2kKF1ytDmeYj0l4IVguw5uLGHAZ4KfFoL6i5hzpeoo8IBpEJac-FOyaOOpSUBBu9hwJXnWu-4BPMARh34bvYf24m7FdEVNFT6lD-gwGFuRqDoiWx6iIiImMyQALOw/w300-h400/IMG_5059.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing kickball at park day with our friends - that is until the friend that is a girl shows up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScYfS8qW6NPQrOleXBir_LadvUxpImEmr0ao4CnLkEg_0YnYlafhJlMtQNYUAPScjNqYvRy56IVMYrj3Vvc19Mj8b-amJzGFWgKlJEysjySWJ_DX1yw7G8seF7y4yGIqG_fXGdtzgdBJZIdP0YW7QnCWGivT5_jIO-OqocjZT7XchXPJEoSjDzA/s4032/IMG_5065.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgScYfS8qW6NPQrOleXBir_LadvUxpImEmr0ao4CnLkEg_0YnYlafhJlMtQNYUAPScjNqYvRy56IVMYrj3Vvc19Mj8b-amJzGFWgKlJEysjySWJ_DX1yw7G8seF7y4yGIqG_fXGdtzgdBJZIdP0YW7QnCWGivT5_jIO-OqocjZT7XchXPJEoSjDzA/s320/IMG_5065.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For some reason, Abishai decided to start growling at everybody. He wanted some of the kids to stay away from him or something. He didn't really want to come I guess. He had told me he was done with people for the week. And he wanted to be alone at home. I'm like, no you don't. You're coming with us because every time you do, you have fun and never want to leave. And I asked him on the way home if he had a good time, and he said yes! Of course he did! Goof!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBDLOK0uvoF1DBXkdOTz_7ZnSxnPRvXGRVAGnG6vr8jHjszNd695Sdyo8enj7rYRYVNMS4RvUbi5ToPGE8M9Ki584t5YYCcqBOsYU55mRU3wXxnJ_dw1gXJ9UVTUarNwG_CU_UbOc6tkkbRl-hs_xMKm5A2YhLkGCqRTI10Wdg_zHR4w82ucAdQ/s4032/IMG_5067.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfBDLOK0uvoF1DBXkdOTz_7ZnSxnPRvXGRVAGnG6vr8jHjszNd695Sdyo8enj7rYRYVNMS4RvUbi5ToPGE8M9Ki584t5YYCcqBOsYU55mRU3wXxnJ_dw1gXJ9UVTUarNwG_CU_UbOc6tkkbRl-hs_xMKm5A2YhLkGCqRTI10Wdg_zHR4w82ucAdQ/s320/IMG_5067.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pokemon cards with a few friends. Abishai doesn't mind hanging out with the 12 yr olds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ECiwwUxkviWAqpFB1tWnwo-3xQCk00aj0Qh5HSZIuZt6Ak_G7YBjTGDE5vNTT0ucud4nRj54nwTI0g5dpocSt3vTwRYzQ9PfX1bV5AF1pvdxDjOvlonqOMfgL7Aj2CSY1WxxIPB8zyvm9eFujBwHxVPke5EyCbcFeeq7h4JiWz9TofSoslfwoA/s4032/IMG_5068.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ECiwwUxkviWAqpFB1tWnwo-3xQCk00aj0Qh5HSZIuZt6Ak_G7YBjTGDE5vNTT0ucud4nRj54nwTI0g5dpocSt3vTwRYzQ9PfX1bV5AF1pvdxDjOvlonqOMfgL7Aj2CSY1WxxIPB8zyvm9eFujBwHxVPke5EyCbcFeeq7h4JiWz9TofSoslfwoA/s320/IMG_5068.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Came home to a special package! My new clothing merch from IAHE arrived! Yeah!!! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zww3eX07aagwAm29hI7IQ8qDTSUaqBRg1EgXPDmBYsACtPzof83k1o8HGoWta0Ltd5gaIEZ4WmBbNyzcJPYexmdO3-gLXwBCFmIQViy6jbWhGKX-W6vIsLspZoWv8iZWItQs_d2jhWi7fv2_8t05N95DXoBggHB_eeFQj6Yr8bnpv_RIQquSZg/s4032/IMG_5069.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6zww3eX07aagwAm29hI7IQ8qDTSUaqBRg1EgXPDmBYsACtPzof83k1o8HGoWta0Ltd5gaIEZ4WmBbNyzcJPYexmdO3-gLXwBCFmIQViy6jbWhGKX-W6vIsLspZoWv8iZWItQs_d2jhWi7fv2_8t05N95DXoBggHB_eeFQj6Yr8bnpv_RIQquSZg/s320/IMG_5069.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai can make his own deli sandwich now! So he no longer eats chicken nuggets except at Chick Fil A or McDonald's in a pinch. He will eat peanut butter and jelly if there's no deli meat. But his two main lunches are a cooked hot dog on a room temperature bun with mustard on top or a ham and real cheese sandwich (wheat or white sandwich bread) with mayo on one side, mustard on the other. He is growing up! And yes, he probably could handle putting the hot dog together as well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzO5amYnKWOcoY6qxOX7Th8hJbWXNQR3AxYSru7jJmT0MvqBQDm2m4WVbpg6irXpHrEw6zzaUoW536-1KNQmeanU1hva1CAczjAlt56f_gycfrWCkliIZaNoz2wSBgx8AHC_qHLIVPI1Wz7a8Z0jcFUtLcWmEPE3IzDk1bmnYHwdb33EYQA7P0XQ/s4032/IMG_5070.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzO5amYnKWOcoY6qxOX7Th8hJbWXNQR3AxYSru7jJmT0MvqBQDm2m4WVbpg6irXpHrEw6zzaUoW536-1KNQmeanU1hva1CAczjAlt56f_gycfrWCkliIZaNoz2wSBgx8AHC_qHLIVPI1Wz7a8Z0jcFUtLcWmEPE3IzDk1bmnYHwdb33EYQA7P0XQ/s320/IMG_5070.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now lookiehere! I was rummaging around on the small shelves near the back door and found this! It's been used maybe once. It has a plug in for the car and for a regular electrical outlet! We are definitely going to need this for our camping trip! Praise the Lord! I just saved us $20 by buying this 3-4 years ago from Aldi!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCwhIYjqeDvUvVENkMmLPkfNwdvxxhULTjUmuWbqUsgFsCses4ORKOQq-iQAVr7BNittEDTEXGacldDrnu9zSXdDIhz0QguNfhYWo478IF02qDERIpP6CJCG7_OYzZKNwKSnNmLE3bnmwanfRqvFlxOX1ZhD0O68VfitqTxZM5UAmde16-f13dA/s4032/IMG_5073.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgCwhIYjqeDvUvVENkMmLPkfNwdvxxhULTjUmuWbqUsgFsCses4ORKOQq-iQAVr7BNittEDTEXGacldDrnu9zSXdDIhz0QguNfhYWo478IF02qDERIpP6CJCG7_OYzZKNwKSnNmLE3bnmwanfRqvFlxOX1ZhD0O68VfitqTxZM5UAmde16-f13dA/w480-h640/IMG_5073.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My new IAHE merch! All size Large so that I have a bit of wiggle room. They usually fit a little long on me. But then I don't feel like my belly is squeezed when I sit down. The sweatshirt feels really, really big. But I have other sweatshirts that sit that low, too. It's just kind of hard to reach the pockets. It didn't come in a zip up hoodie because of the words. And I wanted one of the blue shirts in the red but it was sold out. So many more great sayings I wanted but I had to restrain myself! The girls have been working super hard getting some great stuff out! Oh, and I was just posting some more links on a post I did of the shirts on the IAHE Discussion page and saw that the coffee one comes in a phone cover! I'll have to snag that the next time I order, just in time for Christmas!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXME-Xv3tPWSFEGRV_c-lDUl8BZ9IVEFYitcq_yM0wNPMv5wRCu1KKxsmrkWyNOuByQisWLR06rQxbqb99wCuHbOBPT2wt6-c93-cncVZy5HH5oD3MawqipfDzb_hHXjPdPpkAatBmFgg_cNu8ngkaYRur6SfFTyFmSX4k7dFJyt21e8_Vv--hRQ/s1792/IMG_5074.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXME-Xv3tPWSFEGRV_c-lDUl8BZ9IVEFYitcq_yM0wNPMv5wRCu1KKxsmrkWyNOuByQisWLR06rQxbqb99wCuHbOBPT2wt6-c93-cncVZy5HH5oD3MawqipfDzb_hHXjPdPpkAatBmFgg_cNu8ngkaYRur6SfFTyFmSX4k7dFJyt21e8_Vv--hRQ/w296-h640/IMG_5074.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5C5COOY1rgYVhp7OvZ5XEBmeky85baTSgmch-GzfPo4xM3aKLjYnsS91ZxyF3RUCBdeZZFjxCfwdRExgTKwXCf4vhBo0yAlG65CiC3GTgRxxAb0k-jft2HEx1g99PbVP3qbKT_0qTvQ-_UycV3q9yJEBqc973cS3L8dcoJWKZ1o7xCV4ECQlB4A/s1792/IMG_5076.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5C5COOY1rgYVhp7OvZ5XEBmeky85baTSgmch-GzfPo4xM3aKLjYnsS91ZxyF3RUCBdeZZFjxCfwdRExgTKwXCf4vhBo0yAlG65CiC3GTgRxxAb0k-jft2HEx1g99PbVP3qbKT_0qTvQ-_UycV3q9yJEBqc973cS3L8dcoJWKZ1o7xCV4ECQlB4A/w296-h640/IMG_5076.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you didn't consult the librarian?! How dare you!!! And he wouldn't tell me later what it was either. I hope it was just his biographies and autobiographies or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMde-kbly-RxoMySanX4hkFUJT6zFLex6319YUnMCGRR74rwfs3pq-fPkbBaqCfqL6unkIcKahA0KYjTW4S-GxLb0viW_tM0dtElGaAgce_wfzEl1eS1phEPKfLfUXy04o1sO83VXsSmmqeI3WXEpNHW_hSQ6xp1-7isMKtKCVS6CY1o75fgo3fg/s960/IMG_5077.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMde-kbly-RxoMySanX4hkFUJT6zFLex6319YUnMCGRR74rwfs3pq-fPkbBaqCfqL6unkIcKahA0KYjTW4S-GxLb0viW_tM0dtElGaAgce_wfzEl1eS1phEPKfLfUXy04o1sO83VXsSmmqeI3WXEpNHW_hSQ6xp1-7isMKtKCVS6CY1o75fgo3fg/w480-h640/IMG_5077.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai, 5 months old, playing with Lego Duplo. I showed him this picture and he knew exactly what set this piece goes to, the Cinderella castle Duplo set! The obsession with Lego started early with this one. We also used to sit him in the tub of regular Lego bricks, too. Don't worry, we made sure they never made it in his mouth.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqW_5A_VDzS8MdzZh61wnbbM1Ks7GYTY07U8dNEX0xwic5OA4DZKF9D6qYa1v6o0MAWJ1InMYb6Elep-zJR03X83qI5p3Pw2oe2eS8l3QyYzTGSJzpgZprY-iMJoHKR0VyS7TCl7YLn4pSFgKk6tmYCX-z6tilOJg6578AmSMCH_5jZmg-8x4L-g/s4032/IMG_5079.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqW_5A_VDzS8MdzZh61wnbbM1Ks7GYTY07U8dNEX0xwic5OA4DZKF9D6qYa1v6o0MAWJ1InMYb6Elep-zJR03X83qI5p3Pw2oe2eS8l3QyYzTGSJzpgZprY-iMJoHKR0VyS7TCl7YLn4pSFgKk6tmYCX-z6tilOJg6578AmSMCH_5jZmg-8x4L-g/w300-h400/IMG_5079.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating a cucumber straight from Lt. Col. Rob's garden. Yum!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzar5yOQ_riSkSB8CuvN7nO8n3e2khvd6JneVR0rBECHRku2CV2HFFthGKK_PwEO2NLFycj_T02_HBWnXzzNOFg0i_pLTg2dU3EVyJijoU_1Yae8D_hlFQtWKyIprFy9oROZY34TEr_kg9GSjO0aAOl3WP9YTty2xPhUuhPqeSbhp17_6lRoCXQ/s3088/67962566218__EDD00EC0-92CC-448B-BF26-4E882B60AE0D.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzar5yOQ_riSkSB8CuvN7nO8n3e2khvd6JneVR0rBECHRku2CV2HFFthGKK_PwEO2NLFycj_T02_HBWnXzzNOFg0i_pLTg2dU3EVyJijoU_1Yae8D_hlFQtWKyIprFy9oROZY34TEr_kg9GSjO0aAOl3WP9YTty2xPhUuhPqeSbhp17_6lRoCXQ/w480-h640/67962566218__EDD00EC0-92CC-448B-BF26-4E882B60AE0D.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai went with Jared to get more cucumbers from Mr. Rob's house and then had to drive out to get Justin from Mrs. Kellie, and was early, so Daddy took him into the gas station for a treat. He got Air Head gummy bears! Say what?! This little guy is soooooo spoiled!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - Pool Day!!</p><p>- Today, we fixed all the wrinkles in the liner at the bottom of the pool and then filled it with a few inches of our well water but from our sink tap so it went through the filter so the liner would stay put when a pool water tanker truck would come and fill it. And then Jared phoned around to a couple of those guys and he actually got one to come today! We were so excited!</p><p>- Dan's Pool Water came right at 2pm and filled the pool in less than 30 minutes for a little under $400. He chatted with us while it did. An older "local" guy who has been doing it for years. Yeah! Another more well known company with a fleet of trucks that just uses our Indianapolis water was $250 and probably wouldn't have made time to get it done today. So, I think we scored with getting "city" water from another city and a good 'ol boy from the another city, the city of Lebanon. Yeah! This guy was even talking about getting home in time to go to the county fair to see his granddaughter hand off the county fair queen crown to the next county fair queen. Good ol' rural Indiana stuff. So now the pool is filled with water!</p><p>- And then after dinner I made sure I was the one to mess with setting up the filter properly. Jared had messed with it a bit earlier today, and he said, "I turned it on and did this and that with the buttons." And that was before the water was in. You can't do all the set up without the water, honey. He had somehow managed to set up a 3 hr filtering cycle. It actually needs a 5 hr cycle. of filtering. What a goof. I'll fix it the next time I go out. The city water is already clean and filtered so it's not a big deal and the litle bit of water we put in is clean and filtered. We put the cover on it tonight as there is some rain in the next few days and I want to try to use the covered to warm up the water temperature, too. It's not a solar cover. But the temperature of the water surprised Abishai when he jumped in. He was able to stand it for 30 minutes before his lips turned blue. But he got in, he was the first person to swim, and he loved every minute of it. Daddy got in for a few minutes as well. It's going to be super to have it next week when the temperatures soar into the 90's. We can't wait!</p><p>- Wow, we have a POOL in OUR backyard! Amazing!</p><p>- We had Keturah mow the backyard today because it was getting scraggly. She took forever and she didn't like it at all. Justin helped move the cars back and forth out of the driveway to Grandma's driveway for when the pool water guy was here. Grandma stopped by later to put everything right again. I guess she had a baby shower she threw for a mutual friend of ours from Delaware that I barely knew but she acted like I totally should know everything when she said her name. Um, no, I'm trying not to know new people at Indian Creek. And I don't know what your schedule is nor do you know mine so don't act like I'm supposed to know and you're just giving me an update on how things went. A little background would be nice. Start at the beginning. You hosted a baby shower for someone at the Creek and it was small but went well. Ok, that's all I need to know. I had a good time meeting the older ladies at New Pal and I'll be joining a Bible study there starting this next Wednesday on the book of Nehemiah. The Bible study is about 6 weeks long and is perfect for me before school starts. Listen to what I am doing and I'll listen to what you're doing. And we will be better for it. Widen your sights to places beyond Franklin Township and Indian Creek Christian Church. Sigh.</p><p> - And now we are exhausted and I can barely keep my eyes open. My fibro flare up from the gluten is still ongoing and hurting like crazy. I've felt less of the pains, but they are still there. My eyes were better today, but now they hurt. I'm just tired, tand that's hard. But I was more motivated today, and that helped. I was giddy enough to express my greatest gratitude towards Jared. He didn't get to work on the J or but he got to plant a tree to finish the tree. I'm sure he's a happy guy, too.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaExND6kggEzHuNnmf_Ak6JtirLhOj8VTItwYPzFZKuBuIhNQLfkjUd3lUalcqhBbJSjMrBzhX1nhZxFGKxz_Ar4kwi6nncZbVrpuI7vefE0Y8WuqfZavp7uYF3UEG69br49rwvYQXldkqdXCtGKvKkNO0P4x5pAPcxEHZwhcHiDPi6Jk0hDbd7A/s4032/IMG_5081.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaExND6kggEzHuNnmf_Ak6JtirLhOj8VTItwYPzFZKuBuIhNQLfkjUd3lUalcqhBbJSjMrBzhX1nhZxFGKxz_Ar4kwi6nncZbVrpuI7vefE0Y8WuqfZavp7uYF3UEG69br49rwvYQXldkqdXCtGKvKkNO0P4x5pAPcxEHZwhcHiDPi6Jk0hDbd7A/w400-h300/IMG_5081.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai got everything out and ready for eggy toast, first time he asked for it in over a week!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOXEQT6_bWrv1-lya3cM_2tUkmCChI4fKe4qv38QtXucgJt0X1EENYKSu-h2SEbDrNNWGL9o2l_GX8AZgCGVcHz3OvYlMhSlj-XCHvGAuhMYYy6kYXL93CW5K7cyDXww87iFzwjGbQ0XiiF8wk6SKYKKNnUxCaUUA_szuWTgS-5pt2ZgBgUImOg/s1792/IMG_5082.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOXEQT6_bWrv1-lya3cM_2tUkmCChI4fKe4qv38QtXucgJt0X1EENYKSu-h2SEbDrNNWGL9o2l_GX8AZgCGVcHz3OvYlMhSlj-XCHvGAuhMYYy6kYXL93CW5K7cyDXww87iFzwjGbQ0XiiF8wk6SKYKKNnUxCaUUA_szuWTgS-5pt2ZgBgUImOg/w296-h640/IMG_5082.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see them, too. We aren't sure if they are Christians or not, but I love to see them taking their walks. They are out on the sidewalks much more often than us white folks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA3I-Qyhp9gmqDjBVZBQPVsZMrQiUuU42ZP0CoM-3-TE18khCpFr-vkV6soKNsck-0WGFgkrTItiGNDDVGxPr1NCcIUQ7LkBjGH3jT7hCjgcjoc9UiO04TGlRZ6LHElmcr2GI-0ToZA5gpEvGesTBeDJ-saKSyvs01u6dag5TZgpSKMGnXubyEg/s4032/IMG_5084.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLA3I-Qyhp9gmqDjBVZBQPVsZMrQiUuU42ZP0CoM-3-TE18khCpFr-vkV6soKNsck-0WGFgkrTItiGNDDVGxPr1NCcIUQ7LkBjGH3jT7hCjgcjoc9UiO04TGlRZ6LHElmcr2GI-0ToZA5gpEvGesTBeDJ-saKSyvs01u6dag5TZgpSKMGnXubyEg/w480-h640/IMG_5084.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have no idea what kind of bug this guy is. He was pretty big though. I don't even know what kind of family he belongs to. A moth? A butterfly? A wasp? Since his wings are out, probably moth. Doesn't look like he has a stinger. Jared says he sounded like a bee or fly or wasp as it went by. It's not a horsefly but definitely as big or bigger than one. Strange thing. I asked on FB (and immediately got totalled sidetracked for an hour) and we determined it was a tiger bee fly and it eats carpenter bee larvae! Yeah! I'll tell Jared not to kill it! And it doesn't have a stinger and it doesn't bother anything else. So, we won't bother it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pdnNLDwTDE1jYGbWd3piXHiFTxwlJjUj44tXLTP1BMVEcCQk1BsDpA0KEeGbTeXSqZ4wYaw6oalY6QJL8CVep8Zw_95oah_hJgDNEI8wpM7rLZa2qnC_zFAKC6EyPCl5jLj6kxRPVJJnsyxXEIOvzV3Z1wRTFe_bgymZ92rDXY_n56r3-XRx4Q/s4032/IMG_5085.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pdnNLDwTDE1jYGbWd3piXHiFTxwlJjUj44tXLTP1BMVEcCQk1BsDpA0KEeGbTeXSqZ4wYaw6oalY6QJL8CVep8Zw_95oah_hJgDNEI8wpM7rLZa2qnC_zFAKC6EyPCl5jLj6kxRPVJJnsyxXEIOvzV3Z1wRTFe_bgymZ92rDXY_n56r3-XRx4Q/w480-h640/IMG_5085.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcnYMcHoyhMNUMZr1ezxLNJDI-Bs4i9X7hgcJvcyT1UmuxXcUeQ15lCJQPmj-O-F4-ZFx7Se5rYeEHYk7oSbi7pkQQDTvBIKmpsB_RhW8HE29dnax1c2o8rbnf1hcvOUIoLcPZ9IBPXk9injN8AI_KvTCyBjaD_RZnFvuGTSIzt2OVYE1qvd8iQ/s4032/IMG_5086.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUcnYMcHoyhMNUMZr1ezxLNJDI-Bs4i9X7hgcJvcyT1UmuxXcUeQ15lCJQPmj-O-F4-ZFx7Se5rYeEHYk7oSbi7pkQQDTvBIKmpsB_RhW8HE29dnax1c2o8rbnf1hcvOUIoLcPZ9IBPXk9injN8AI_KvTCyBjaD_RZnFvuGTSIzt2OVYE1qvd8iQ/w400-h300/IMG_5086.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da! Jared got the pool filter all done! He clamped down the hoses, put the sand in the filter, and got it mounted on the blocks. Now we just need water and I'll get it pumping. I know he won't follow the instructions, so I'm going to do that. In fact, he already tried to turn it on and he pressed the buttons not knowing what he was doing and set the automatic timer to 3 hrs of filtering. But when I looked in the book, it needs 5 hrs of filtering. The details are important, dear. That's why you had to go back and get pool filter sand and not play sand, dear. Oh dear. And this is why I'm going to do the testing and pool chemicals, too, instead of letting him just dump whatever he feels like in. Oi! It's my project. He just needed to do the big physical work.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs19pZvmndifgWBSTfe9NjC_vaaEonKtbJGI5mAZGzMZyuxyz59kWAfO9eaGu9GFBQ_cnxeGOlpS71SqoNpj_GW39J1c2ebg370BxmI12qT0oBYzA4-4p4wKHnq5f2gJAab1W4n2sqtNllAJHHPTY-GrkGn9NGRmOxRJwEMi0YXno-d4uBwd4qA/s1000/IMG_5087.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZs19pZvmndifgWBSTfe9NjC_vaaEonKtbJGI5mAZGzMZyuxyz59kWAfO9eaGu9GFBQ_cnxeGOlpS71SqoNpj_GW39J1c2ebg370BxmI12qT0oBYzA4-4p4wKHnq5f2gJAab1W4n2sqtNllAJHHPTY-GrkGn9NGRmOxRJwEMi0YXno-d4uBwd4qA/w320-h640/IMG_5087.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't know all of these existed! So sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB6gYPeQkj5r0hfhvZLlUQ0lngEBQBCAdpGkFIGBElDtLJamwfemtxg_7FG3WpyX2SGgLq2hiqRjIUarEH-eG8F2qXnkrFGQo7MG-4XIhIZQMXBY1rOo8cbF8wQ7rcJYzg7rXyKMZ_aL3osg6CYO7kvmbeFTm3QKgyDCGLTVUb1ocFbEPfy6AIA/s1125/IMG_5088.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="1125" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB6gYPeQkj5r0hfhvZLlUQ0lngEBQBCAdpGkFIGBElDtLJamwfemtxg_7FG3WpyX2SGgLq2hiqRjIUarEH-eG8F2qXnkrFGQo7MG-4XIhIZQMXBY1rOo8cbF8wQ7rcJYzg7rXyKMZ_aL3osg6CYO7kvmbeFTm3QKgyDCGLTVUb1ocFbEPfy6AIA/s320/IMG_5088.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love these sayings, too, because it's so true.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikl7Up32jPF692rywuRsJ6IwzY1ESv4SCesNS4vket2VrqHL_BvkJD3eiT3IxmyhB7eEmf6xdpCVVwyMC3kHs6Wd7AYn16qYSd2D_WpmFRH5ur-Ex_jeBR6YKMOpuImAR1Bb6LX_cK4caKFABCGxQhSs0NYLp2Cer2_pSl5As4g7eycEzrAQq_-g/s1782/IMG_5089.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1782" data-original-width="1282" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikl7Up32jPF692rywuRsJ6IwzY1ESv4SCesNS4vket2VrqHL_BvkJD3eiT3IxmyhB7eEmf6xdpCVVwyMC3kHs6Wd7AYn16qYSd2D_WpmFRH5ur-Ex_jeBR6YKMOpuImAR1Bb6LX_cK4caKFABCGxQhSs0NYLp2Cer2_pSl5As4g7eycEzrAQq_-g/w460-h640/IMG_5089.JPG" width="460" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is why chiropractoric treatment is so important and works so well. Because when you have your spine properly aligned and have the spaces opened up and blood flowing properly and nerves wide open to send the signals, then all your organs can work right. I've seen a chiropractor at least once a month for most of the last 15 years now and I know it has helped in keeping me better than I could have been without one. Best $15-50 I spend every month. I do have degeneration and some curvature from not doing it in my 20's. And I have lots of family history of back issues. And I still don't have great posture because of my muscles being weak. Jared can't or won't go back to a chiropractor that would work around his spine surgery area to keep the rest of him in alignment. I'm sure there's a specialist one that could do it. But this diagram just proves to you how a) wonderfully we are created by God. This couldn't have happened by chance. and b) just how cool the body is. And you can't just go to one doctor to fix a problem. We need integrated medicine. And in this country, we don't have it. We have too many specialists who don't talk to each other. We treat symptoms and we don't look at causation and the whole body. I didn't get anatomy and physiology. So everything I've learned from just being a patient. And at this point, I feel like I know a lot of what the doctors know and have pieced together how in layman's terms how the different systems work. I don't know the Latin terms for each little nerve in the body, but I can certain tell you that this part effects this part when I press on it. And acupressure from points on the foot as well. I love it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYn_f62rARw4F1AoTEXJARFOOWhQ362_d6nBlEzXW55J4ASwot37Mk_CDCWJJwDkdgoYXne0z_fo0Q8LU2sqvJx37uhGM095pdccswLo8W68vqeom97QybLhXBucFtg7LnOZa-8InPPa0DmgwFYqL0VFwLFj9TacBqRkPgaG3Ax_E-FF_QfuezA/s639/IMG_5090.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="639" data-original-width="486" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYn_f62rARw4F1AoTEXJARFOOWhQ362_d6nBlEzXW55J4ASwot37Mk_CDCWJJwDkdgoYXne0z_fo0Q8LU2sqvJx37uhGM095pdccswLo8W68vqeom97QybLhXBucFtg7LnOZa-8InPPa0DmgwFYqL0VFwLFj9TacBqRkPgaG3Ax_E-FF_QfuezA/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" width="243" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, why is that?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihip8WcMJzINqVWZg9npWkOheFi8MdCf7B7XXB2qak8ccOCIfK0H5eOdyMIHMLX471a5jstU8zkzZGAmvBZ19WBxFFYqq4iS5HnLsrQZ16cdpJFi7MSzbi329VkD-smY8MXMMVH5sJJ39Sp2jotyBUg0lqDxb1SYG2bkD3__N1SMvnIyR5ri-oTg/s4032/IMG_5091.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihip8WcMJzINqVWZg9npWkOheFi8MdCf7B7XXB2qak8ccOCIfK0H5eOdyMIHMLX471a5jstU8zkzZGAmvBZ19WBxFFYqq4iS5HnLsrQZ16cdpJFi7MSzbi329VkD-smY8MXMMVH5sJJ39Sp2jotyBUg0lqDxb1SYG2bkD3__N1SMvnIyR5ri-oTg/s320/IMG_5091.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today became the day for the pool water guy to come! Praise the Lord! I'm a bit tired but I tried to show Jared as much excitement and thanks as I could! There just happened to be an independent pool water guy that had one more slot open today who could come down from Lebanon to quickly fill up our pool before he had to be at a fair for his granddaughter. How sweet is that?! I love local businesses! I would much rather pay them than anyone else! It took maybe 20-30 minutes tops to fill our pool and he was barely letting the water run out from the truck! We went with Dan's Pool Water from Lebanon, Indiana. He drives all over Indiana with his huge water truck and gets water from all the major towns and cities, except Indianapolis. He doesn't like Indy's water and I don't blame him. I know they use a ton of chlorine and stuff. And there was another city he doesn't like right now because it was really green, but it had been good in the past he said. He's been doing this for years and years it sounded like. So that's impressive. You just never know what you're going to get when you go local. But sometimes, you can get the best of the best. He was an older gentlemen, too, very talkative. So much fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKulM8sUt8xHEaZu1baguO4SwWenWtRJdMq0b_g3ABBuUroUpqtrnAvEP6RjPp8AEtDaXU6P4VNzFrNUpvLJp1WdvpLeOO0Ba_jX3s7yYlVBOGoYyhpHpICXZCbnD2hx6iZcmVeAL19n9q08wXQSIvQye1Gghvr1uPegM6uMmZ4uET0RHPpslcw/s4032/IMG_5092.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKulM8sUt8xHEaZu1baguO4SwWenWtRJdMq0b_g3ABBuUroUpqtrnAvEP6RjPp8AEtDaXU6P4VNzFrNUpvLJp1WdvpLeOO0Ba_jX3s7yYlVBOGoYyhpHpICXZCbnD2hx6iZcmVeAL19n9q08wXQSIvQye1Gghvr1uPegM6uMmZ4uET0RHPpslcw/s320/IMG_5092.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's been ready since we said the pool water guy would be here in 30 minutes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WYHCgp2ebowQolRLljvXEOKBCiTMz1zTTYL7uv7tDsy5QopOGP4oZcLpEd2ksA6mcxSuZw-3qhNAx_7v_iZjOCgYR6GEp2i4Nv8axBIHoVc9rczRwiRWHqX5Hoanee2rEQfh42-hsh165wzMooSiQXF2TspVhPN5vWvVqzasxHm1ORFQ6gO7Cw/s3520/IMG_5094.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8WYHCgp2ebowQolRLljvXEOKBCiTMz1zTTYL7uv7tDsy5QopOGP4oZcLpEd2ksA6mcxSuZw-3qhNAx_7v_iZjOCgYR6GEp2i4Nv8axBIHoVc9rczRwiRWHqX5Hoanee2rEQfh42-hsh165wzMooSiQXF2TspVhPN5vWvVqzasxHm1ORFQ6gO7Cw/s320/IMG_5094.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai is jumping on the trampoline dressed fully in his swim gear watching the pool fill up with water!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEpWtFia1bI7GkN5g1yHJYQObBzMdUhEHHfAtl4bQADW-b3ZWKeSoq6s5Ugqmj-UBEw_TDgjQrP9nKrUZuzjSqWMvokdqppVkXXlmd8crxTobRtxs-IqMZ5Xzc84WgndPQF4tMvNATkswVK3YhwDyRu5Cvvnh4CTCgVsO2waXpWF7G7Dn7DDXdw/s4032/IMG_5098.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEpWtFia1bI7GkN5g1yHJYQObBzMdUhEHHfAtl4bQADW-b3ZWKeSoq6s5Ugqmj-UBEw_TDgjQrP9nKrUZuzjSqWMvokdqppVkXXlmd8crxTobRtxs-IqMZ5Xzc84WgndPQF4tMvNATkswVK3YhwDyRu5Cvvnh4CTCgVsO2waXpWF7G7Dn7DDXdw/s320/IMG_5098.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Halfway there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_87kWxME9XSjX-GjAdmxfq5LZSKtj5iWej7ULGNP0eouhl4pM3RNJk3ZlNUktVpKln-QVWJ6oPDr1xwDuQyd75-kc1ViTpGkXQnd0Av7yO8Fyh4uhFvopqLBudEiw2bpZMLpsuCZXitR-hWfwuR02ra0x_icqEtdNEuhVgHlcxveqeD52KPJSQA/s4032/IMG_5099.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_87kWxME9XSjX-GjAdmxfq5LZSKtj5iWej7ULGNP0eouhl4pM3RNJk3ZlNUktVpKln-QVWJ6oPDr1xwDuQyd75-kc1ViTpGkXQnd0Av7yO8Fyh4uhFvopqLBudEiw2bpZMLpsuCZXitR-hWfwuR02ra0x_icqEtdNEuhVgHlcxveqeD52KPJSQA/s320/IMG_5099.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And done! It looks so clean! I hope we don't mess it up when we start up the filter and chemicals!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgJRx8CitFAGmLWpP0uUk5BM6_2cbULNo-lDpRf2EHjEGxSVsZaj4lysM_QuaDZPuswSh608SE0wj3sOr6AJcLiNh6NVk4jelwbaVJAVWcGlSGecgEzTnQ7J-XLqI_PyEHEvombk1QJmmrqjsN1XIt4wE945bJhxh8T4Uh2cR9oXQhLYxSbGKWw/s4032/IMG_5102.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgJRx8CitFAGmLWpP0uUk5BM6_2cbULNo-lDpRf2EHjEGxSVsZaj4lysM_QuaDZPuswSh608SE0wj3sOr6AJcLiNh6NVk4jelwbaVJAVWcGlSGecgEzTnQ7J-XLqI_PyEHEvombk1QJmmrqjsN1XIt4wE945bJhxh8T4Uh2cR9oXQhLYxSbGKWw/s320/IMG_5102.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little man is first one in the super cold pool! What a brave youngling!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicChu3X-3R3i2762RB3SlVpW5lanyZmbFBG5EBcDdpQHVQ4JvuHHJuTJnZET3STL8A5-58_dWvhbDzCqIp3FZpWUu5-jUG0KMyR-I05TF8erBmSZ_eXgdtCfHvJnBkw5mu73n21hOuHizbSGhoivGBZUH_yoH-Q9XtkWa7dJM7mR9ZKbCzfpllHg/s4032/IMG_5103.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicChu3X-3R3i2762RB3SlVpW5lanyZmbFBG5EBcDdpQHVQ4JvuHHJuTJnZET3STL8A5-58_dWvhbDzCqIp3FZpWUu5-jUG0KMyR-I05TF8erBmSZ_eXgdtCfHvJnBkw5mu73n21hOuHizbSGhoivGBZUH_yoH-Q9XtkWa7dJM7mR9ZKbCzfpllHg/s320/IMG_5103.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And go! No hesitation!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gsphpnAqSkx2dY_ziKD-dQtH1caF6NNzP1cm28mVdwDKI5baM-zvtktTwSgQOxxbINHC_FdxlCYsTnT0wK4-soOY9-8veRMVDj8vr2QNoSERdTTFK6_wnxracBO83DmTezkzd_4h5g4SEgInKvegSRpE8vo7HLzrpQsVPVqvzfgq-herskRjSg/s4032/IMG_5104.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4gsphpnAqSkx2dY_ziKD-dQtH1caF6NNzP1cm28mVdwDKI5baM-zvtktTwSgQOxxbINHC_FdxlCYsTnT0wK4-soOY9-8veRMVDj8vr2QNoSERdTTFK6_wnxracBO83DmTezkzd_4h5g4SEgInKvegSRpE8vo7HLzrpQsVPVqvzfgq-herskRjSg/w480-h640/IMG_5104.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think he loves it! And he can touch the bottom and keep his mouth above the water, but barely. We'll probably take the ladder out when we aren't outside just in case. Abishai is very obedient and cautious, but I have a big fear of kids drowning and since we don't have an actual lock on the gate, I want to keep the ladder out. Abishai lasted maybe 30 minutes because it was super cold and it's only 85 degrees outside. We'll put the cover on it and see if the sun and the cover will help warm up the water faster.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr2MzYh8fNf5ffa_Ya_cKEjCL02NDDnVY_tC0INNdTtOTDqHzx229XIauQfEWtKqXG0eqYZiqrX_gf5yYu9Suy7eMeWuyWlt64mZDz5Xr4xkhavniErP7IxgYK5y8HRVWSfMFG8kbg6JumJLMpCguXnWZmtdoDaCEgiDH-BsLeGxBQcdBcnH8sw/s4032/IMG_5106.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggr2MzYh8fNf5ffa_Ya_cKEjCL02NDDnVY_tC0INNdTtOTDqHzx229XIauQfEWtKqXG0eqYZiqrX_gf5yYu9Suy7eMeWuyWlt64mZDz5Xr4xkhavniErP7IxgYK5y8HRVWSfMFG8kbg6JumJLMpCguXnWZmtdoDaCEgiDH-BsLeGxBQcdBcnH8sw/w400-h300/IMG_5106.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared jumped in, too, after he helped the pool water guy with his hoses. I found all the floaties and came across these two floaties that the kids used with Grandma and Grandpa on a trip a couple of years ago. Yeah! I do want to pick up a couple of others, but I think we have just enough for now. And I got those new goggles, too! Cool! I already used the old strainer to get out some of the nasty stuff as the pool was filling, so we're getting there. We are now pool owners! Jared is not as excited about it as I am, but he knows we'll love it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXbCsnV8VxkvXftYUel694SKP9EtFNZo738pt3kPXg_XH8ejeIWba4lMURE5eBRgy5zV10Oi53gMsvE5PGQ6XYJ-UIKH2tR2ZuI1Yvr5mb-5hFTH2nakqxtdPrMt9oXECmWnjJDfkUrU52mglCjuf3LT1C1mXdXFBOfGyYkS_uqbgWtGThmGAxQ/s4032/IMG_5108.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXbCsnV8VxkvXftYUel694SKP9EtFNZo738pt3kPXg_XH8ejeIWba4lMURE5eBRgy5zV10Oi53gMsvE5PGQ6XYJ-UIKH2tR2ZuI1Yvr5mb-5hFTH2nakqxtdPrMt9oXECmWnjJDfkUrU52mglCjuf3LT1C1mXdXFBOfGyYkS_uqbgWtGThmGAxQ/s320/IMG_5108.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready, set, go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwxrE3MjtzgamMq4qUEU5TJtud4uR1L3kxdmB20njgc6U0gNZPwJO9bPp7lGkyPfuk4Glfih2u1GQyJDtVTs0wAR0RpQ17P3PfIebxUr6upypxkeDY8grvsMLlwxf-qtA0TAc_mMNR3XvRILldNMwKvrOI0mp3naOmKHi5I9xoXlHBFRsiKvVxw/s3520/IMG_5113.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwxrE3MjtzgamMq4qUEU5TJtud4uR1L3kxdmB20njgc6U0gNZPwJO9bPp7lGkyPfuk4Glfih2u1GQyJDtVTs0wAR0RpQ17P3PfIebxUr6upypxkeDY8grvsMLlwxf-qtA0TAc_mMNR3XvRILldNMwKvrOI0mp3naOmKHi5I9xoXlHBFRsiKvVxw/w360-h640/IMG_5113.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Push me over, Daddy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUeK4KwtA9vviSVjqumEcmMbL6jooWP5JZmg_EKq5SM5WKZPCvMZSbtSL2gKI-ecGji5CZ5_O7GUZE8Zzokhk3Xo16V1V3LbvGLFqcbiviYmZzwuB3p5sc0kp33joIsA4mdPjUcr6aGYFoqPfRq4lCjIBO9MTTP7MV3QG7nCEl_eeNlXCB6hnZg/s3520/IMG_5114.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUeK4KwtA9vviSVjqumEcmMbL6jooWP5JZmg_EKq5SM5WKZPCvMZSbtSL2gKI-ecGji5CZ5_O7GUZE8Zzokhk3Xo16V1V3LbvGLFqcbiviYmZzwuB3p5sc0kp33joIsA4mdPjUcr6aGYFoqPfRq4lCjIBO9MTTP7MV3QG7nCEl_eeNlXCB6hnZg/w360-h640/IMG_5114.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-n3HUkmCfEzOA0lSoGPyvfHXrEDaJRRkjIUDDPB8DZ1K-LVvvHEHN2Q-XDfJJmVJSvJa1_W5vT9BPoB5VHHwIaHmPDCsj2IHmzoGxXyb1UbamQBw31P-nCy0o_uBAzcSWJrKbxSXbBnIXSrrK6S_y7MB7X8tK9LYoM1YgYiJU3P41KQ85aTcvw/s3520/IMG_5115.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-n3HUkmCfEzOA0lSoGPyvfHXrEDaJRRkjIUDDPB8DZ1K-LVvvHEHN2Q-XDfJJmVJSvJa1_W5vT9BPoB5VHHwIaHmPDCsj2IHmzoGxXyb1UbamQBw31P-nCy0o_uBAzcSWJrKbxSXbBnIXSrrK6S_y7MB7X8tK9LYoM1YgYiJU3P41KQ85aTcvw/w360-h640/IMG_5115.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKmUnXJinEiBUrHozu-C0fz6IEj7H-9J04ZVjQBJHypp2q7E9cmWBGMnVKpDK5J5snfXVOOPQ4wcTHAMdzlctNzHtDohH03IllYZKU-VMAjj_K8H0j1hAfJVW81Y4nuXywakesE3hsKxv7vL5yRIhDO1UOz06ksECbk4-RmRAI4T520XGPz1fiw/s3520/IMG_5117.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKmUnXJinEiBUrHozu-C0fz6IEj7H-9J04ZVjQBJHypp2q7E9cmWBGMnVKpDK5J5snfXVOOPQ4wcTHAMdzlctNzHtDohH03IllYZKU-VMAjj_K8H0j1hAfJVW81Y4nuXywakesE3hsKxv7vL5yRIhDO1UOz06ksECbk4-RmRAI4T520XGPz1fiw/w360-h640/IMG_5117.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hadn't discussed it ahead of time, but as we were waking her up, and deciding on what needed to be done today, we thought that maybe we should tidy up the lawn today because there was some bits of long grass in the back yard, right where we come off the deck. So yes, we made the poor girl mow the back yard. It's like 85 degrees with a breeze. It's taken her 4 hrs to do the backyard and she's still out there trimming. She's come inside every 10 minutes for a drink. I don't know she stretches this chore out so long! And there's hardly any grass to mow! But we wanted her to do the whole yard so that it's all the same height. We don't the dog or us to have ticks and all that. She can skip the front yard for the most part because it's all brown. I don't know if Daddy will make her do the ditch, but she probably should take the trimmer to it. Keturah is not at all happy and is about to cry over it. Girl, you haven't mowed in two weeks. Stop it. You've been inside all week long. Get over it! And then jump in the pool and cool your attitude off. Good grief!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpg3R3FCz5XXeEN4IxMBoKtRC6ETbRFD2-fX2XzY4bI33O0MTsTnkANPJSgEVgBRW5WX-2zU5kXw05S23G1ykTDIJ5wagiTSOoEq3FD-6crRmAj2p4o2p9TEvj0JY5OaD_DWx0xq4gmom6rIAJFasSFFTyOgkvZ7YIuPOms5ukIr5RAoUc2NNDEQ/s4032/IMG_5120.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpg3R3FCz5XXeEN4IxMBoKtRC6ETbRFD2-fX2XzY4bI33O0MTsTnkANPJSgEVgBRW5WX-2zU5kXw05S23G1ykTDIJ5wagiTSOoEq3FD-6crRmAj2p4o2p9TEvj0JY5OaD_DWx0xq4gmom6rIAJFasSFFTyOgkvZ7YIuPOms5ukIr5RAoUc2NNDEQ/w480-h640/IMG_5120.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah! Check this out! In less than 12 months of being super serious about it, we have a pool! Oh my goodness, WE HAVE A POOL IN OUR BACKYARD! And a trampoline! And a swingset! And a basketball hoop! And a proper flower garden with real mulch! More than we ever had in Beech Grove or Charlottetown! I feel like I've hit the jackpot! My bank account feels low and crazy and out of sorts because it really is right now. Monies aren't where they should be. But the money I asked for and set aside for this was there when it was needed. My other money woes had nothing to do with this purchase and the bits and pieces that go with it. Those monies come from a different fund. I cannot believe it! Look at it! It's so silly that the $1,200 we've spent doesn't seem like a lot to a lot of people who have two jobs and spend that much on their rent or mortgage payment or whatever. But to us, it's a big chunk. And we are super careful about our needs and wants. That's why I asked for money for this for Christmas. That's why I waited until the IRS refund came and set that aside for this. That's why we waited until Jared's brother and sister in law came to help set it up instead of hiring help. That's why we waited until the pool was on sale. We paid for the water today because money was set aside for it. We haven't bought pool toys yet, but we have saved all those toys in there from the previous 5 years because we are careful with our things. We reused the wood we had on hand to build a platform for the filter. The sand for the filter wasn't too bad at all. And we plan to invite people over to use it with us. I always plan the things we buy with others in mind. How can I make our house more hospitable? It's so small, but I can certainly get a few families over here at a time. Just because we have old furniture, inside and out, doesn't mean I can't keep it clean and ready for a guest to stop by. I can make sure I have drinks in the fridge, coffee, tea, sugar and sugar substitute. I can have soap in my soap dispensers and fresh hand towels and toilet paper on the rack, clean sinks and toilets. God blessed us with a home, and I want to use it for his Kingdom. You don't need a pool or trampoline to do that. But I hope it helps even more. And now the kids can play in our pool or we can play in Kellie's pool when we both go back and forth to Greenfield, lol. Ah, we have a pool. I can't wait to get in it when it warms up. I'll give it a week or so. I feel like I've moved up in the world, made a step up from where my parents were. We'll get everything else straightened out soon. The monies are there. It's just not in the right accounts at the right time. Patience. God is good!<br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - Rain!</p><p>- Well, we got the pool up yesterday and then it decides to rain all day! Bummers! At least it's when we are waiting for the water to warm up anyway. I'm glad we put the cover on it as well. The holes in the cover seem to be draining the rainwater pretty well, and we got the string tight enough that it's staying on. I'm still in disbelief that we actually own a pool! It's ours! I'm responsible for this humongous huge toy! I'll have Jared get a pH testing kit tomorrow. He explained what his looked like growing up and I think I can easily handle it. I was the one who test our 20 gallon fish tank growing up so I'm pretty familiar of filling a vial, adding a testing liquid and comparing it to a range of colors. And then putting in a certain amount of chemicals to balance it. It's detailed work and I'm happy to handle that part. All of the kids have been warned that it's everyone's job to take a few minutes and keep the leaves out, even if they aren't going swimming that day. It's just a chore we all will take turns with. I'm happy to do it when I'm out there watching Abishai, even if I'm not getting in, I'll reach what I can. But if they get in, they can take just a few minutes and do what they can. I don't plan on covering it every single day if we plan on using it every day. We only covered it to try to get it to warm up faster over the next couple of days because it is so cold and because we knew it was going to be raining. So, we'll see. It might warm up faster if the cover is off. I just don't know. So, we'll see. I just know, it looks very pretty sitting out there next to the trampoline.</p><p>- As I walked out to get in the car today, I noticed that Leah or someone dropped off some of those plastic Adirondack chairs so I think I'm going to put those near the pool for towels and such. The sand in the sand box was used for the pool, so, I think I might suggest we make that a fire pit so it's closer to the house. And if so, we can put the chairs around it. It's perfect amount away from the pool for the towels not to get wet from all the splashing. Or, I can get out the umbrella I have and put that in the middle and put the two chairs there. Eek! Nice idea! We'll see how it really goes though. I'll work on it when it stops raining.</p><p>- As always, I was late to church this morning, but I did make it. And I almost fell asleep again. Poor Pastor Brett must think I think his sermons are boring. I'll need to explain to him that it's not him. He usually has a clear view of me, lol. It was a good one again on Daniel 9 again. I wrote some great notes about how it links back to the other prophets. Man, I never realized how linked all those OT prophets are! I mean, I kind of guessed, but I need more of that! Teach me more! I know all the other stuff in the Bible historically speaking, but I don't know how the OT prophets overlap and who they talk about and when. Feed me! And then I stayed for the congregational meeting. Hardly anyone else did. It was to vote on letting Pastor Daron to go down to part-time and hiring Pastor Bill to come on as part-time for the K-8 kids. I couldn't vote, but I wanted to learn how this church does all that. And I did. I learned that in their bylaws, they have to vote for the pastoral roles when they hire someone, but not for other roles when hiring, like secretaries. I also learned that in the bylaws for elders, that they need a lay person elder next, so they currently have the 3 elders that vote that are also staff, Pastor Brett, Pastor Daron, and Pastor Rex, but Pastor Bill can't be a voting elder until they have another voting elder that isn't on staff. Now, I'm sure I don't understand it completely yet, but it's good to hear that it's not just the pastors that are voting elders. That's a "phew" moment for me because I was a little worried that with so few elders it was beginning to look like the IAHE board and not having enough people from the outside sort of speak. Oh, I just remembered, I think there is another lay person that is an elder at New Pal Bible Church, he's on the website, I just don't remember who he is directly. Anyway, I'm sure I can ask for more info. But point is, I stuck around today to learn and seek out the inner workings of NPBC. I'm just surprised that so many people didn't. Both Pastor Daron and Pastor Bill shared their hearts in detail of what was going on in their ministries and what they were bringing to the table and what they were giving up or willing to give. I especially appreciated hearing Pastor Bill's ministry history and heart. He shared his ability to be a team player and not wanting to come in and plow through and wreck everything that is already here in the children's ministry. I also learned that attendance is up 40% over last year, which is mostly due to Covid. But, it could also mean regular growth, too, especially because of such a young crowd of families as well. I know my friends are all new to this church, too. It wasn't because they were part of it and came back, but it was because this church did allow worship during Covid and then they stayed because they found things for the kids and they agreed with the leaders. And I, too, am finding reasons to stay.</p><p>- I prayed that I would talk to someone I sort of knew and reconnect with them and/or I would get another affirmation of being in the right place today. Well, I saw a couple of familiar faces, one from last Tuesday at least, Charlotte. And then I chatted with Molly for a few minutes. And then I enjoyed service and the meeting. But before the sermon, I got my affirmation. Pastor Brett, for whatever reason, spent a few minutes, boldly asking us to call our state legislators to tell them to vote pro-life. That as Christians, we vote pro-life. He mentioned the special session that starts in a week. He said that many in the congregation have been involved in sidewalk ministry and crisis pregnancy centers, or adopted or fostered, or supported those who do. He professed to being pro-life unashamedly, and didn't leave us wondering like Dan Hamel and Indian Creek does. I hate that Indian Creek and her staff refuse to just come out and say it. Just freakin' say it. Say abortion is wrong. Don't be afraid to offend pro-choice people. Say it from the rooftops. Abortion is wrong. End of story. Christians should believe that abortion is wrong. It's black and white. Stop believing in relativism. Stop coddling every viewpoint. Stop trying to be ok to everyone. If they are offended, they can leave. Just say it. Be bold. We believe this. If you don't like it, leave. And when Pastor Brett preaches, he says, after his deep study, he concludes this or that, although there are other opinions. So he does acknowledge other opinions. But he also owns his own. And preaches from that. So does the others. Strength. Not a pansy. I can't stand wimps and pansies. I want to follow strong leaders. Not ones that will follow the crowd of humanism and unity tactics where moral relativism exists. And that's where I think Indian Creek has been headed. Gary didn't act like that. Gary was clear, very clear. But this next generation of leaders are all soft in their beliefs. And they are all like, "let's just all get along and here's my opinion and here's your opinion. it's ok to interpret Scripture this way and it's ok for me to interpret it this way, they are both right." No, they both can't be right. There's some doctrinal issues that are tried and true and you have to hold to it. and if you have small groups that are not led by mature believers but by immature grown up in this monstrous disaster of a culture, your church is going to grow soft and weak and lukewarm and I will have no part in it. When apologetics is not taught. And kids are sent off to play more than they are taught Biblical truth about a subject or they only focus on Jesus saves and Jesus loves you just the way you are and they aren't taught about the next step of being holy and that this, this and this is wrong, well, see ya. Give me some meat, not spiritual milk. Sermon devos are so pathetic. Compare them to what I'm about to receive on Wednesdays, oh my goodness, I can't wait. I wish I could get up early and get to the 9am Sunday School with Pastor Bill. I hear it's fantastic. Probably like Mark Miller's. Spiritual meat! </p><p>- So, long story short, yup, I was affirmed again today. I can't wait to meet and get to know the ladies on Wednesday mornings. I'm hoping that will help me solidify some more names. I'm trying! I explained to Jared how I felt after Leah had tried to talk about the baby shower she had thrown for someone at Indian Creek yesterday and how I had no context about what she was talking about, a) that she had a baby shower she was doing and b) who it was because the name sounded like a boys' name and Jared understood. I just don't have enough brain space to learn anymore about anyone at Indian Creek. Maybe the new youth minister because he's teaching my children. Maybe Abishai's Sunday School teachers. That is it. I don't care who is on staff. I don't care who the elders are. It's not my church. I don't care who is on church singing and who is pregnant and who is moving. The people I know and care about from Indian Creek are on my Facebook. I get plenty of updates there. Otherwise, keep me out of it. And I guess some things were said in their sermon today that related to what I said at lunch and of course I didn't listen to their sermon so, yup, that didn't help. Did anyone ask about my morning? Nope. Gary was out of town and he didn't ask when he called in during lunch either. Thanks for caring family. I appreciate it.</p><p>- Speaking of lunch, Leah had set her oven to cook pizzas and everything was fine and I was watching them and then all of sudden, the fire alarm was going off and the whole kitchen was smoking. The pizza on the bottom rack was in the way back and touching the oven itself and the cardboard it was on had caught on fire and was smoldering. Good grief! I was watching them! So it charred that pizza which was I guess a special $10 pizza. Whoops. Jared and Benaiah still ate it. We still had enough of other pizza to it and the gluten free one was fine, until Leah didn't clean the scissors she cuts pizza with in between cutting the gluten pizza and the gluten free pizza. It's a good thing I'm not a celiac. She knows better than to cross contaminate like that. She also stacked them on top of each other without a plastic layer in between, too. Sigh. I know it was crazy today, though. And she was concerned about the people asking if she was having knee surgery. Well, she hasn't spoken to us about it, so, I can say it isn't happening yet. But then again, we don't usually get much warning about those things either. She's been needing knee surgery for years anyway. Gotta love the rumor mill at church though.</p><p>- I asked Benaiah what his classes for the fall were and he said he already told us at dinner. I'm like, no you haven't, not in my presence. And he said he had and he wouldn't tell me. Well, that's not nice. If I knew them, or knew them enough, I wouldn't be asking. If I was your grandfather who has dementia you would be answering him. Jerk. I have a lot to remember you know. I was just trying to have a conversation with you. Then he mentions a Brandon guy on tech and I had no clue who he was talking about. The only Brandon I know of is the new youth minister. So, thanks for clarifying that. You all have to remember I don't know anything about your church anymore. I think I'll just start saying "Pastor Brett said, this or that" and they can see how it all feels to not know what's going on. Sigh. None of them have asked when we will start school or if Justin is excited about his senior year or anything. Nope, we just talked about Benaiah's job again. And about nursery and who is pregnant. Stuff that doesn't have any consequence to our family. I might have to put an end to that kind of conversation because it's not helpful to us. Enough ministry talk. I don't care who or what at Indian Creek. I care about the 4 children at this dining room table. How about we talk about them and their lives. Or better yet. Let's talk about my life and how I'm feeling. Who cares about who is moving away. Enough of the church gossip. I don't give a care.</p><p>- I had a migraine today. And after we ate pizza and then meringues, I had a stomachache, too. So I went home and went to bed. The rest of them had screen time. Jared went to see Jim for awhile. I slept for a bit. Jared did all the driving for the youth groups tonight. I'm still exhausted. I had gotten off the computer at 1 but had written a text to Jared telling him some concerns and it had taken me until 1:45. And then woken up with a migraine because of the weather and straining to stay awake during the sermon. And then family dinner. And then I made coffee and I've sat here for the last 4 hours. But I'm finally done. I can rest easy and start again tomorrow. And maybe this week I'll actually take the time to go through the photo cds and check that they are ok. But I better hurry up and finish so I can watch something before I have to go to bed because I promised a better bedtime. Sigh.</p><p>- One last thing, there was a deadly shooting at our mall tonight in Greenwood, Greenwood Park Mall. Greenwood is a large suburban town south of us where we have a lot of our appointments and main shopping. It's the mall we frequent. At closing time a male shooter just lit up the food court with probably 20 bullets, killing 2 or 3 people and injuring a few more. He may have been shot and killed as well. It's not the first time a shooting has happened at that mall in the last few years. But it's another reminder that a) we need to keep the right to bear arms so we can defend ourselves and b) be aware of our surroundings because anything can happen at any time. I know someone who was there and fled to the parking lot with her daughter when it happened. We know a cop who listened in on the police scanner. I'm sure we know other people on the police force or worked at the mall or were shopping. This is our town in the midwest in Indiana. Shootings happen everywhere. Nowhere is safe. Sin is everywhere. We must repent. We must turn back to Jesus, and not just be lukewarm, but be bold with changing our lives. I wrote a long FB post this morning about grief and death. And here again, people are facing it. I hate death so much. I'm so tired of it. I want to live in the land of the living. And I'm trying. I'm tired of sitting home and reading about the land of the dead. Enough of the death culture. Let's go out and live.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRKNmQdZoCdeRdamhc8_MJ8keeGCUqlFM5O27IfHZvtobQFbi_F64dYBEWvi3e4fodHzT24O5q7ofeq9uMZPSvisuULPEkQACcEnI8I3nQTdOeVtCvk0I_Oz41WAWW5-JE68ZTrAG_Ctv0et2tfxC9WDAWhq7OYf6il2fDRleRHeK-ImIK3bt_A/s4032/IMG_5126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNRKNmQdZoCdeRdamhc8_MJ8keeGCUqlFM5O27IfHZvtobQFbi_F64dYBEWvi3e4fodHzT24O5q7ofeq9uMZPSvisuULPEkQACcEnI8I3nQTdOeVtCvk0I_Oz41WAWW5-JE68ZTrAG_Ctv0et2tfxC9WDAWhq7OYf6il2fDRleRHeK-ImIK3bt_A/s320/IMG_5126.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was ready for church extra early because he wanted to be the first one in his classroom. He can't actually go into his classroom as early as he thinks. He did open his new Bible and try to read Genesis 1:1 but I think he got stuck because he closed it up quickly. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX829vOkLybxiOAIvm1K5d9WvmE0Glfk3pRrKPwwiUvx11ADTSNmT6JkrgiZ4Jww001jh847s3ok07qS1EEw4beVT10ydxnleYQIKKuvesxCQpAwxHtPIWTS54MaSsmDm3kJXnoe383QJZYMlGHU64zdib8Jvy6y7wQW3SHabfFoLu3ScHsWIWWw/s4032/IMG_5127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX829vOkLybxiOAIvm1K5d9WvmE0Glfk3pRrKPwwiUvx11ADTSNmT6JkrgiZ4Jww001jh847s3ok07qS1EEw4beVT10ydxnleYQIKKuvesxCQpAwxHtPIWTS54MaSsmDm3kJXnoe383QJZYMlGHU64zdib8Jvy6y7wQW3SHabfFoLu3ScHsWIWWw/s320/IMG_5127.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then he rolled away from me because he's such a goof. He didn't want to eat breakfast either because he just wanted to get going. He's that kind of kid that if he's focused on a certain thing, he will skip meals. We have to watch him carefully and make sure he stops to eat. Because if he doesn't, he'll end of hangry.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqNaX3-YvhDYCaoiTicaFNt79c5opljlPQFLewQKGxnp4GDXr6Lo1OTy6VS3zDV2EdY54HNXguKR2r393xa2chnl4L_19mySM5NxOabU0FeM-G4_v0n6eI2PQ10Q-vDzWgEWw5X3L112Mcm3iD1_06KpR-tWbSJiOPresy_BZguoCP5FouVDFzA/s4032/IMG_5128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqNaX3-YvhDYCaoiTicaFNt79c5opljlPQFLewQKGxnp4GDXr6Lo1OTy6VS3zDV2EdY54HNXguKR2r393xa2chnl4L_19mySM5NxOabU0FeM-G4_v0n6eI2PQ10Q-vDzWgEWw5X3L112Mcm3iD1_06KpR-tWbSJiOPresy_BZguoCP5FouVDFzA/s320/IMG_5128.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's always ready to go on time for her things. Waiting for Grandma to pick her up. Socks always lets us know when Grandma is here.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jaopl8ZGi4cRzBg6NRQYGr-py2cVzBZgVWXt7Tb-3gRo17gBo7V4RK7n6z80tNJ8AulYQMhUmu0DdOlmSOEYJv0gTzXzxaxCHy0Di220_iajYV0AKrU_S_Ufj460U2H5Z4mIDWpIOSu2_cCdvrE2DprnBxndsMB9PUnCF--Eum37VeP1E2K7CQ/s4032/IMG_5129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3jaopl8ZGi4cRzBg6NRQYGr-py2cVzBZgVWXt7Tb-3gRo17gBo7V4RK7n6z80tNJ8AulYQMhUmu0DdOlmSOEYJv0gTzXzxaxCHy0Di220_iajYV0AKrU_S_Ufj460U2H5Z4mIDWpIOSu2_cCdvrE2DprnBxndsMB9PUnCF--Eum37VeP1E2K7CQ/s320/IMG_5129.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now how do people do these mirror selfie things? I don't know but I was trying to show how I can finally wear this shirt comfortably after having bought it at Goodwill like 4 years ago. And I matched it with an Old Navy pair of pants that now look a bit too big on me. I tucked in a white t-shirt because the pants are supposed to be high waisted. I do like the spring colors and fittedness of the top. I felt a lot skinnier this morning but I felt quite bloated after lunch when I actually took the photo.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXedhJyuO8VrC2Zvm-QhXLa80yqAzWtjRa-dahxt2J1r3FfkuXzfTQIJXobFLQD0RKb-IcGj9G6EJ0jNskieqJVW45YPf8T0H0_4EelgUNuj7ZvnzlK0GbvKEa6nq9eyD1ck-7C_a3ESXE86dtt9u0R5H5bNxrYcEwjB5GaZeXLkoA0gZA8VZAQ/s4032/IMG_5130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXedhJyuO8VrC2Zvm-QhXLa80yqAzWtjRa-dahxt2J1r3FfkuXzfTQIJXobFLQD0RKb-IcGj9G6EJ0jNskieqJVW45YPf8T0H0_4EelgUNuj7ZvnzlK0GbvKEa6nq9eyD1ck-7C_a3ESXE86dtt9u0R5H5bNxrYcEwjB5GaZeXLkoA0gZA8VZAQ/s320/IMG_5130.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fitted tops for the win. And you can see the colors better here. Thank goodness for the selfie and zoom out feature.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjEui7UsJq-dZVX-dUFxl4Hck2-10Ac1E8cWUVQPws5wdnJToXBAfZ4vZkbXQ70sV-M1PmGC3yYfHdRrIa19RTHKZGZJhZWB5qamjiRky73JEuwAF8dM6U-jiqQUiMeTLj7vUnVIwHZ65sQsTlVYZiGHOVYTVHRu-pqFUHjWXUratt4mBg7SOSA/s4032/IMG_5132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjEui7UsJq-dZVX-dUFxl4Hck2-10Ac1E8cWUVQPws5wdnJToXBAfZ4vZkbXQ70sV-M1PmGC3yYfHdRrIa19RTHKZGZJhZWB5qamjiRky73JEuwAF8dM6U-jiqQUiMeTLj7vUnVIwHZ65sQsTlVYZiGHOVYTVHRu-pqFUHjWXUratt4mBg7SOSA/s320/IMG_5132.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There, now you can see the pants better. Linen type pants but a little too much room in the seat and hip area now. And there's a bit of a ruffle at the top but the top kind of hid it. Plus there were some ties that made a fabric belt, and a button, and some hook and eye closures, with the wide waistband. Pretty fashionable or something. I like to take pictures of new outfits to help me remember what I do end up putting together.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The End<br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-24059278218454713562022-07-15T17:05:00.001-03:002022-07-15T17:05:10.323-03:00Year 7, July 4th - 10th: Just the 3 of Us!<p> Monday - </p><p>- Keturah and Justin are on the big buses and headed to Holland, Michigan for CIY Move! Woot! Woot! Hopefully, they won't see each other much and they will have a great time with their small groups and learn something new about Jesus. They are kind of sitting in the same boat as I was when I went. They've both been baptized. They know about Christian ministry and they don't really want to commit to that because they've seen the upsides and downsides to it. So would change or commitment for Jesus can they make this week? I'm not sure. We'll see what happens. I was able to give them proper hugs this morning. And it looked like they packed well. Daddy and Abishai dropped them off. I didn't need to be or want to be part of that chaos. I also just feel weird now stepping into Indian Creek and being around people there since I left. So, I try to avoid going as much as possible. Abishai was excited to see the big buses though. And funny thing is, later on when Gary, Leah, Abishai and Jared were driving up to 12 Mile, they passed the buses! Lol! Fun times! I'm just grateful for the break. These two have been on my nerves, not just this week, but for a long while now. I want them to behave like adults, but they aren't. And I have no tolerance or patience left for them. No grace. They backtalk me and snip at me and my self esteem barrel is empty. They are just teens, and I get it. They still love me some how, some way. And I have to hold onto the rope on the other end, but I'm tired and I just want to sit down because it's never ending. Some one else can take care of them for awhile. I need the break. So here it is. 5 1/2 days of blessed quiet from the bickering and rolling eyes and tsking at me. Ah, I have to do more chores, but at least those will be done better, too. Lord, convict them this week of something. Move them to a new place, a deeper understanding. Push them along their spiritual journeys. Big steps. Maybe help Justin clarify what his senior year looks like and after that. Maybe let Keturah have a breakthrough about friendships and get closer to the girls and get to know her new woman leader and find a BFF. Keep them safe when they walk to Lemonjello's and help them not spend every penny they have. And let them behave in front of the new guy Brandon. Their reputation (and mine) is at stake. Amen.</p><p>- Meanwhile, yes, the others are all up at 12 Mile, a ton north of Indy, for this lawnmower race thing. People put souped up motors on this ride on lawn mowers and then race them on a track they make up in a ball field.They have a parade and food vendors. It lasts all weekend. It's a one of a kind unique thing I guess. There might be other races other places, too. Aaron saw that this was happening this weekend and wanted to do it for his 40th birthday outing. Uncle Ed came down from Michigan and then Matt and Lola also came to go canoeing and hang out with them. Aaron, Uncle Ed, and Grandpa Cook did this race once way back in the 90's or something. So, it's pretty neat to go see it again. I didn't go for many, many reasons. First of all, it's going to be over 90 degrees and I'd be miserable. There isn't any stores or places I could cool off. I am not interested in getting a heat induced migraine today. We are going to see everyone again tonight for fireworks and I have to put my big girl pants on and go to Smiths for fireworks. So, I don't need socialization all day. I have plenty to do at home on the computer today like the blog and IAHE things. The other reason is that it's the 10th anniversary of us arriving on PEI on our big move there. And I want to be alone to grieve. I've already cried on Jared's shoulder before he left. I couldn't hold it in anymore. He and I argued last night at 10:30pm about today and I realized, too, that we do so much with his family, and nothing with mine, and that he assumes that we'll never do anything with my family. So, I also wanted to stay home and watch my sister do her last day of driving through Mississippi, Louisiana, into Texas. I might think about going to seeing my brother. Or not since I'm late starting what I wanted to work on. And no one needs to see my randomly sob about Canada or my family. I don't want to have to explain all of that and then them telling me to get over it. I texted Aaron and told him why I'm not coming, including the 10th anniversary part, and he understands. I wouldn't really get any talking in, I wouldn't know what to talk about, I'd be listening to Abishai whine about the heat, or being tired, or hungry. So, mental health day it is. Jared understood, too. He apologized for his unkind words last night about my family and I apologized as well. And cried again. I want to be near him, and I will be this week since he's off work. I want him to go and have fun today with his family, watching this lawn mower race thing in remembrance of his Grandpa Cook, proudly wearing Grandpa Cook's hat, hanging out with his Uncle Ed and his brother Aaron. I'll be alright. I'll save my people energy for this evening. </p><p>- This is what I wrote on Facebook today about PEI:</p><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_149"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">10 years ago, this happened. And I can’t stop crying about it. It was such a pivotal chapter in our lives in so many ways. I was hoping that my grief would fade these last 6 years of being back in the states, but it has not. That’s because I was very intentional with my time and energy while living there on Prince Edward Island those 4 years. I found real friends, the kind that stop by unannounced so they can use your internet. I traveled all over the Island and saw all the sights. We knew the rhythms of the seasons and the tourist industry. We learned the church culture. We even knew when it was jellyfish season and lobster season. In fact, we got to buy lobster caught that same day of the back of the truck for $5 a pound! We are at the best competitor to Dunkin’, Tim’s! We rode the ferry, too. And we followed the red dirt road that wasn’t even on a map but eventually took us to a paved one.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And i birthed our 4th child, Abishai, at home, in the dining room, all by myself, with Jared just catching him. My favorite birth by far. Oh and in between two snowstorms that’s dumped 2ft of snow each. And you wonder why Abishai brings the crazy party everywhere he goes?</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And the people. Oh my people. I have no words. They are all special and precious and I have friends from tip to tip. Thank goodness for Facebook so we can stay in touch. From the older ladies who made desserts and helped at the college’s events, to my best friends who homeschool, and still do, and are still besties, to the leaders we got to meet in all the churches, to the students that were in the school and the one we lost. And don’t forget the accent! And of course, the few that stuck with us through our crisis and helped us to the very end. Even our landlord and our handshake contract to rent the house! </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And the land. The rolling hills of red dirt and green growing things with the back drop of glistening waves and clear blue skies. It’s so much more beautiful in person. And every season had its beauty. To see snow and sea ice over those rolling hills and into the water. Never more than 20 minutes from the sea. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The history, the quaintness, the sense of independence from the mainland. And that’s what we needed. Independence. To find out who we were. And who we weren’t. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Moving to PEI helped us to finish growing up, you see. And it was wonderful and humbling. We learned a lot. The time was short, but that life chapter was hugely significant. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">10 years. And I still grieve that the opportunity of staying there was yanked from us. My heart wound does heal for a time, but then sometimes, the scab falls off and it’s a little raw. And some days, the wound is fully opened up again to take out dead tissue and it will take days to heal up again. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I will never fully recover. I wish I could. I wish it wasn’t so significant. People move all the time. They make new friends. They move on. Canada was different and the ending was traumatic. My counselors agree. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So my reminder to you is, just remember, some of us may be dealing with some really big emotions. And a lot of the time, we won’t share it bc the party or dinner we are at is supposed to be a happy time. So we do our best to hide it. And sometimes we excuse ourselves early so we can deal with it on our own. It’s our burden, not yours (unless you’re a spouse that is helping us). So if we skip things, don’t take it personally. Mental health days is a real thing to some of us. I hate when people make fun of things like that. Some of us need it, ok? We want to be normal, but we are not. We want to get over it, but we can’t.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I can’t and won’t stop grieving that we had to leave our beautiful life on Prince Edward Island. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Life back here has been a constant spiritual struggle. 6 yrs of trying to find my way. I’ve found some of it, but I still feel a bit lost. I’ve had counseling. I’ve sought God through prayer and His word. I’m waiting and watching for God’s hand to move in my heart and change me, to lessen the grief, to be content, to work hard here, to care, to be kind, to say the right things, to make friends. I try hard to see the good. But it’s so hard. Only God can heal my broken heart. And praise God that I’m the only one with a broken heart and my children have acclimated to bring back and have grown up a lot here and have friends and have adjusted. And Jared is satisfied with his job. And comfortable in his hometown. It’s just me who is still lost and grieving. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I never cried leaving New Hampshire to go to college. I never cried going from the apartment to Beech Grove. I shed only a couple of tears leaving Beech Grove to Canada. And I didn’t cry going from the apartment to this house. I balled going from Canada to the condo. If I didn’t have to concentrate on the baby and Benaiah, I would have been a mess flying that day 6 yrs ago. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">But today, 10 yrs ago, we reached our destination and started our new independent life on the most gorgeous perfect Island you ever did see. I miss it terribly. It was my dream destination. Perfect size. Wonderful people. Nice pace of life. Decent weather. Snow! Ocean. Fall colors. Someday I’ll go visit. Someday. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">O Canada! our home and native land!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">True patriot-love in all thy sons command.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">With glowing hearts we see thee rise,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The True North strong and free!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">And stand on guard, O Canada,</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">We stand on guard for thee.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">O Canada, glorious and free!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">O Canada, we stand on guard, we stand on guard for thee.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 py34i1dx" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.songlyrics.com%2Fthe-national-anthem-of-canada%2Fo-canada-lyrics%2F%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR3In1bqneHa0YPJDunB5HFGAUxh0YMQxT2ZOU8iaJPOMK7ASzhw08AsXO0&h=AT3bw8Y_OS2f3_rEW2MIWQkKx0aPI3RDFoLtj7JKtVqZqstGKAMWQ4mz76OAxjFLg_wTorfPgF377CAXUjawTwSncD0on9K5LkK0UhfjR9h35VFpoU_HVCb75RlfxO--pyCaabY2Mi_u0qLl0g&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT2QE6iZBtlCK_PwjtY9v_ZkWxp_QuBGFV7NGzDuDjbbPlAYZZrkGiK-6t3vwJBtlAOn6iZxjmA68mfO9q-Dk_I0RLw0v6pGOijzGwmqOsGVhEF602qunxsvYLQAqEJ1ElSRo-gPDBh9gDF_QTTOWbK6MqQNKu2-nxVcGYS8cRD-Y8ud-BBEPmfaepJnhmA9vDC1HL4frdlLT3qoAn9yubY" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">https://www.songlyrics.com/the-national.../o-canada-lyrics/</a></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The lawn mower race crew at 12 Mile seemed to have an enjoyable time. Leah said there was a nice breeze and the canopy helped a ton. They watched the parade and stayed to watch the first race. Aaron and Shauna stayed a bit longer but Jared, Abishai, Gary and Leah, came home. They got home around 4pm. Man, today went by too fast, but I got a little bit done for IAHE and the blog is caught up. I still have some time before going to Smith's house.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Everyone cleaned up and then Jared and Abishai went over to Smiths to have fun. I stayed home and watched God's Not Dead, #4, which is the one about homeschooling, and wow, its was good. Pointed, and there was a story arc that they could've done without. And, pastors and churches usually don't help fund and start co ops, but otherwise, wow, right on point! Based on real cases, some very old, but some really recent and still pending, it sent shivers down my spine. And it talked about all the same issues we and Team IAHE talk about all the time. It was so heart warrming and to be in Washington, D.C even, showing all the monuments when we had just been there 3 years ago, all on a day like 4th of July. I was smiling and happy and excited and in a great mood to finish the day with fireworks. It took me a bit to get ready to go over there, so I was later than I wanted be. Jared purposefully left his phone here so he wouldn't loose it, which was silly, but it was fine. I brought it to him later. It was after 8 when I finally arrived. So, I went over and said hi them and then went to Gary and Leah's to hang with them for awhile.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- About 9pm, Benaiah and Ethan were ready to shoot off Benaiah's fireworks show. One major firework at a time. I don't know that Benaiah had an exact plan, but he did go back and forth between small ones and bigger ones. No one got hurt and everyone loved it! A few times we did feel "rain" coming down through the trees and it was bits of the fireworks! It reminded me of finding mortar shells on our blanket back in Hooksett when the firemen would set off the fireworks I think from the bridge over the Merrimack and then over the field behind the school building the Old Home Day festivities were at. We would save the town fireworks until that weekend, which was in August, and if you wanted to see fireworks on July 4th, you'd go to Manchester. No one did home fireworks that we knew of. I believe they weren't allowed. We had pop its and sparklers. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I am very proud of Benaiah for working hard and choosing to spend his money sort of wisely, at least he found some bargains, on fireworks that everyone could enjoy. I think it's actually very generous of him. Many people clapped at the end and in between and said thank you. Grandma was his biggest cheerleader. I think he was very pleased with himself as well. I'm sure it was very satisfying to handle something dangerous like that, do it safely in front of an audience, and have them enjoy it. He doesn't always want to be center stage, but he doesn't shy away from it. He's the perfect amount of humility and confidence. It really was cool!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Abishai did one of those Roman candle ones and he got a face full of soot. He was a mess when we got home. That was after he had had a bath after the race this afternoon because of the dust! He had to go and wash off his feet again! And he didn't get to bed until 10:30. Oh well, that's a well played day for him. He's all socially filled up for a few days. Maybe he won't wake up until after 8 or something. I don't know. But he'll be better by Wednesday for sure. And he's got Mommy and Daddy all to himself now. What's better than that?!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The sad thing is that I didn't say good-bye to Aaron, Shauna, Nora and Everly. I thought they were coming over in the morning to do that, but they didn't (I'm writing this the next day). So I didn't do that last night, nor did Abishai. So sad! They are going to Shauna's sister's house first. They had time. Aaron came over late last night to have his usual one on one, brother to brother talk with Jared. He stayed until after midnight. I watched my usual TV show stuff. It doesn't bother me. Sigh. The chaos is settling down. Everybody is returning to their original or new places. Time to go home.<br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuNXEz1Q__ijPO0_Dsh95YnGja0zswVvF0H5IN2905q_c8aCYZgPUu4f2vJlOFoosEGBP866NtnaU2DT7NnCvN9k32Swac70aFJ9Wr1RvGTyYI1Z6ON0h1gzaLVvgNvZxvYf0wey4i3eTS-NyBYt-071RKy8HqJOhdYl3eSIse8t30KVfCFr93A/s1792/IMG_4644.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEuNXEz1Q__ijPO0_Dsh95YnGja0zswVvF0H5IN2905q_c8aCYZgPUu4f2vJlOFoosEGBP866NtnaU2DT7NnCvN9k32Swac70aFJ9Wr1RvGTyYI1Z6ON0h1gzaLVvgNvZxvYf0wey4i3eTS-NyBYt-071RKy8HqJOhdYl3eSIse8t30KVfCFr93A/w296-h640/IMG_4644.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JdwiI32sspj8bm77X8M_PhXfpmeBq3IpWHmI9ZN4dOxJfmVWId4ieovJBlXGSi4bmCZylbCeMkt2NkX64VqiQEuaiHbIZj4kEWiILAbqzxeIHBRj9ZXPM-l1eV0BVNtKruxVtDHLRswaI68EHSbUOnE2fsn-zR4FbYv3GxVNc8Um-n7eY3VqEg/s4032/IMG_4645.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8JdwiI32sspj8bm77X8M_PhXfpmeBq3IpWHmI9ZN4dOxJfmVWId4ieovJBlXGSi4bmCZylbCeMkt2NkX64VqiQEuaiHbIZj4kEWiILAbqzxeIHBRj9ZXPM-l1eV0BVNtKruxVtDHLRswaI68EHSbUOnE2fsn-zR4FbYv3GxVNc8Um-n7eY3VqEg/s320/IMG_4645.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow! She remembered her inline skates! Good for her! She's also taking my pink and white dotted summer blanket that I used growing up. She hates pink, she loathes it actually, but this blanket is perfect for summer. I grew up without a/c and this blanket was the best. I even hung it from the ceiling for a while to make a canopy bed because I really wanted one of those. That's when I had the top bunk. We used to have two sets of bunk beds in our tiny 10x12 bedroom for the 3 of us girls growing up. Anyway, and she's using the toiletry bag I got her for Christmas! Yeah! She's getting so organized as she grows up! I see her maturing very nicely most days. She's still got some "slam every door" attitude, but I can see her growing out of it. I'm trying my best to use my sweet voice with her and sit on her bed, and talk instead of yelling. But sometimes, I just loose my cool with her because her "then why don't you just do it!" gets me so bad. I wish I could do the chores, sweetie, but I have health issues. Sigh. Anyway, she's going to have fun at her first CIY Move, which is the one for high schoolers! She's a freshman this year! Ah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdKtaKyx7KuXqntMNZqaSSCmkHqtAWjlVdhzW7exCrmjU1QC98iFovXuTBlRUNMLAHuzLSR_xmbvaSTtPx-FzBKjy6kp30y98LTE5s9gBX1lm7fmE8Y-lKY6fyQtonBrdnyZgjr6n41X1LIsoXZmm77wU7kXNBJmz5TQJrdWmmBZn14vacfmL9w/s4032/IMG_4648.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdKtaKyx7KuXqntMNZqaSSCmkHqtAWjlVdhzW7exCrmjU1QC98iFovXuTBlRUNMLAHuzLSR_xmbvaSTtPx-FzBKjy6kp30y98LTE5s9gBX1lm7fmE8Y-lKY6fyQtonBrdnyZgjr6n41X1LIsoXZmm77wU7kXNBJmz5TQJrdWmmBZn14vacfmL9w/w480-h640/IMG_4648.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks didn't want them to leave!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOvSkqy0iuPeGtt6wk70SLes1VpYXtf_EvfN5ZXsfHJAqWCoTW8S5XA-rIYQxi1l9QZWa6q-BBjPrRnUjmiuuoggHrtwXE-Aqj4Ki-e_W_QrSY7LN8-MAnEklj39W3iBXvFQd_S6JiZnZVt2bv66VmFWXZDNHds4f9kaZF4s8BUId_6vque3R9w/s4032/IMG_4649.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOvSkqy0iuPeGtt6wk70SLes1VpYXtf_EvfN5ZXsfHJAqWCoTW8S5XA-rIYQxi1l9QZWa6q-BBjPrRnUjmiuuoggHrtwXE-Aqj4Ki-e_W_QrSY7LN8-MAnEklj39W3iBXvFQd_S6JiZnZVt2bv66VmFWXZDNHds4f9kaZF4s8BUId_6vque3R9w/w480-h640/IMG_4649.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super sad doggy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6WDJ0EnuQ9OW3JYRw732SR1SLuZUGj1J7fBPJCwhbp7YXHCmM16yMQdtjJI2o_YyZOt4V0mQ7oo6TUDAUXO1eVIJjB7vk1_3pOXGNnd-_BwKT3eKkYb_RuVz-Mtdj41Dfc3o8H7EIpreTdKIpwkg9FLbiGdDTBYdwCevYUeAE1n6l3rXlAtcvw/s4032/IMG_4651.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6WDJ0EnuQ9OW3JYRw732SR1SLuZUGj1J7fBPJCwhbp7YXHCmM16yMQdtjJI2o_YyZOt4V0mQ7oo6TUDAUXO1eVIJjB7vk1_3pOXGNnd-_BwKT3eKkYb_RuVz-Mtdj41Dfc3o8H7EIpreTdKIpwkg9FLbiGdDTBYdwCevYUeAE1n6l3rXlAtcvw/w640-h480/IMG_4651.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared changed the sign today. He did a fantastic job!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40vHl1Kujr2rOTjnwcf24JKflu1I-CH2WgN33d_fUaJcpnYWlhvdeBsXSACIpnO-E1slo38DamC3BVxxcW1fsbf5XV5lExrMbO-1OYVBZhE5dX3PerSmmznHFp1yi7jvudsLJGSJQ67Kte_Z0p0dN0AqzBXescCLBNIlX5CqMKds9wIggbY-R-w/s4032/IMG_4652.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40vHl1Kujr2rOTjnwcf24JKflu1I-CH2WgN33d_fUaJcpnYWlhvdeBsXSACIpnO-E1slo38DamC3BVxxcW1fsbf5XV5lExrMbO-1OYVBZhE5dX3PerSmmznHFp1yi7jvudsLJGSJQ67Kte_Z0p0dN0AqzBXescCLBNIlX5CqMKds9wIggbY-R-w/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I stayed home from the extra festivities up north, the lawn mower race, so I could pray over my sister as she finished her last driving day on her big move from New Hampshire to Houston, TX. They've been on the road for 4 days, her, John, and Auggie. Just them and one truck with trailer, and a car. No relief driver. 8 hrs of driving every day. Now, no one in my immediate family lives in NH. My aunt and uncle and cousin still do. But none of my siblings. It's really strange.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsZTI-tPgU99bE4MWaJHCGozY5MGsIfUGDlbYqdBjof7X80e2N1OREe7uqA5lvcV8_6A2kIXl-vDpKQCsnj3AuFPjiUr79yMyXr6SKDTSrX2LbEPRKzlBpKm19qirvx2U_NXMeXM98ZOMPN1ZI7nC6S0x8Jjq5xpBmAjKIfP6nxk5_YRZQqINqQ/s960/IMG_4653.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsZTI-tPgU99bE4MWaJHCGozY5MGsIfUGDlbYqdBjof7X80e2N1OREe7uqA5lvcV8_6A2kIXl-vDpKQCsnj3AuFPjiUr79yMyXr6SKDTSrX2LbEPRKzlBpKm19qirvx2U_NXMeXM98ZOMPN1ZI7nC6S0x8Jjq5xpBmAjKIfP6nxk5_YRZQqINqQ/w480-h640/IMG_4653.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was taken 10 years ago after we crossed into Canada in Bangor, Maine. Benaiah was 10, Keturah was 4, Justin was almost 7. Socks was 2. I was almost 31, Jared was 33. Wow, that was a lifetime ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yrLFdLhnlZkp32nBTY08PNFmbAlPVYLhvjOBT9CRx7-UatlrKU78VNHWBoqWaStoA9ByFiqcXIKedw1Z1qcXh-Z-FD822QqWCbjdmIeQNoul_-Pa03VJlXBdrZv_ZkftDgUxVdxnesfslR_sTSQrFrkGU1EckmIz1uUXZSeFX090jze_uMlrFA/s1792/IMG_4654.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_yrLFdLhnlZkp32nBTY08PNFmbAlPVYLhvjOBT9CRx7-UatlrKU78VNHWBoqWaStoA9ByFiqcXIKedw1Z1qcXh-Z-FD822QqWCbjdmIeQNoul_-Pa03VJlXBdrZv_ZkftDgUxVdxnesfslR_sTSQrFrkGU1EckmIz1uUXZSeFX090jze_uMlrFA/w185-h400/IMG_4654.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day, another state. Mississippi.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qk5Y4XaGtS_p7p0dU7J6xezpMhlOFCtW4hzS9mlNgVkfGabYfRQs32xOP7q5PKQ4CBtSq0V7Cg80T471xv1_TUrYw9yH5TuC-LsNI2J84geiPjc6BZO6Go52Umk4hsDSXIKHaQsRFc7tM9Rcbena4fD3uHb-B9LAWM97UAwlQw6l404pKoG12A/s1792/IMG_4656.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qk5Y4XaGtS_p7p0dU7J6xezpMhlOFCtW4hzS9mlNgVkfGabYfRQs32xOP7q5PKQ4CBtSq0V7Cg80T471xv1_TUrYw9yH5TuC-LsNI2J84geiPjc6BZO6Go52Umk4hsDSXIKHaQsRFc7tM9Rcbena4fD3uHb-B9LAWM97UAwlQw6l404pKoG12A/w296-h640/IMG_4656.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm going to try and respect their privacy, but I do know their new address now. Just add another 30 minutes to this route and that's how long they have. Another 8 hrs. Come on, John, Stef and Auggie! You can do it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-baRcIoDwqBqRWQGu7HtfzNNiomtTLvklK-REhKuJsCliKvX1Od5z66Iv_RzkwCjEuQDWp9Sk4IgqbVe1C6azXr72tIvKpe9fmc9Gf2WBWZpkvcjOE0ohBpzJMu7ghD2A2yLsPFTtsT-BEJeNnd-cP9qc8KE4vKxKc5qxnjcqP3zaXpQzyjhQg/s1792/IMG_4657.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-baRcIoDwqBqRWQGu7HtfzNNiomtTLvklK-REhKuJsCliKvX1Od5z66Iv_RzkwCjEuQDWp9Sk4IgqbVe1C6azXr72tIvKpe9fmc9Gf2WBWZpkvcjOE0ohBpzJMu7ghD2A2yLsPFTtsT-BEJeNnd-cP9qc8KE4vKxKc5qxnjcqP3zaXpQzyjhQg/w296-h640/IMG_4657.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared passed the buses that the kids are on on their way to 12 Mile (the town). Aaron and Shauna must be staying in Wabash somewhere. Anyway, there's where some of my peeps were. Weird to see Keturah and Justin on their way to CIY while Jared and Abishai and Grandma and Grandpa in some po-dunk town off of US-31 in no wheresville Indiana and Aaron and Shauna and the girls on the other side of US-31. We are never up there. We are just a very busy family of 12 these days going here, there, and everywhere! I stayed home and Benaiah stayed home to fiddle with his fireworks and maybe work on his summer class. I just love trolling my family.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSk1wf3s1HfcjRZ589SkOhzvommuJvZOD--5WgZ5pSjazLDR-leeOqkgex78wBdCzfyTZN00cd4JfDVX4xylD_psVEbV5svVV59VLXWduSAeDtgfPEHcdXvLINt4tJPLFeqlobFcEEAZZ7BLn67D-_vRZ2DcMl0qob1FETQSxVrmVLZaVMRLhWg/s1792/IMG_4658.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSk1wf3s1HfcjRZ589SkOhzvommuJvZOD--5WgZ5pSjazLDR-leeOqkgex78wBdCzfyTZN00cd4JfDVX4xylD_psVEbV5svVV59VLXWduSAeDtgfPEHcdXvLINt4tJPLFeqlobFcEEAZZ7BLn67D-_vRZ2DcMl0qob1FETQSxVrmVLZaVMRLhWg/w296-h640/IMG_4658.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then there's my sister, way down near New Orleans where Aaron and Shauna usually are. So weird! Aaron and Shauna will be traveling back tomorrow on the same roads! Crazy town!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkwX0wyzLcJ0Cbj2hVtSvgVAXzJ2f6QoEvhkCKpad9brbx2MhCIBs-wq-6L7oGtoCXlyLsmeWoaC6avWgz__ZzpebdONhX6tr3j4SQdkvWOhjeyGx-n1vLxj99xoBUXBo5juiMMiOtsH2QwMn7wA4U2hCTuGqwVqbta33w-IEAKSGWimVSktXgw/s1792/IMG_4659.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBkwX0wyzLcJ0Cbj2hVtSvgVAXzJ2f6QoEvhkCKpad9brbx2MhCIBs-wq-6L7oGtoCXlyLsmeWoaC6avWgz__ZzpebdONhX6tr3j4SQdkvWOhjeyGx-n1vLxj99xoBUXBo5juiMMiOtsH2QwMn7wA4U2hCTuGqwVqbta33w-IEAKSGWimVSktXgw/s320/IMG_4659.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GlA7GLqAfOXQybtf4eBjXvNX27iWh59gXmELuqMvdxCBxwpaDNm7kUcAqAfCN538byvw-jiILtR7bqQiEk3IdzafoI-J7uewthhuDTfZ0yUDvPSY2Hl2Q_WXgRLr8FZzkttKRAjUchUlVXhOQEDeuBvoqJPfDhpLa7Oxr2WQ8Doe3eWlib_8ww/s4032/IMG_4660.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8GlA7GLqAfOXQybtf4eBjXvNX27iWh59gXmELuqMvdxCBxwpaDNm7kUcAqAfCN538byvw-jiILtR7bqQiEk3IdzafoI-J7uewthhuDTfZ0yUDvPSY2Hl2Q_WXgRLr8FZzkttKRAjUchUlVXhOQEDeuBvoqJPfDhpLa7Oxr2WQ8Doe3eWlib_8ww/s320/IMG_4660.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw my NH mug I got at Christmas so I played traitor to my IAHE mug and had my coffee in it because today I'm focusing on my NH family. I've had a lot of time with my Indiana family, and despite our physical and sometimes emotional distance, my family counts, too. They exist. They are not forgotten. And although no one lives in NH anymore, but parents are still buried there. We grew up there. It's still one of the most beautiful states to live in. I still love NH.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-PbNDfMTYVr44GlRybSr0X0Hg6hv5eet7ZV9KF7Jq57OnPHw2deoIXd3vOsnybkAU4FMWK5WEbtb5_JJueTXMa1m8_aj4-TPadFDcOQXj7zcf8scRAbpVD59dVZ6eKYP-2yvnbs2M-K_oVayLXlAvxjvr4NwmzqKf52-hN3refKfweDqiRdH4w/s4032/IMG_5733.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-PbNDfMTYVr44GlRybSr0X0Hg6hv5eet7ZV9KF7Jq57OnPHw2deoIXd3vOsnybkAU4FMWK5WEbtb5_JJueTXMa1m8_aj4-TPadFDcOQXj7zcf8scRAbpVD59dVZ6eKYP-2yvnbs2M-K_oVayLXlAvxjvr4NwmzqKf52-hN3refKfweDqiRdH4w/w640-h480/IMG_5733.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm sure they got to see lots of fun old cars in the parade and at the lawn mower race. Jared said this is a Mustang (see the cobra on the grill). Uncle Ed said it was from the early to mid '70's. I will need to start looking for some cool car shows for Abishai. I know when Acton has their parades there's a few. I don't know if he likes the classic cars or the newer fast cars better. But I'm sure we'll find some. I remember there was a fancy car show at the Indiana Convention Center many years ago. And man, this 7 yr old is looking huge! And a little bit like his 7 yr old brother Justin. A little different, but very similarly structured with the long fingers and feet, skinny limbs, strong, light colored hair. Very, very similar. And he loves his Justin and his Keturah. At first he said he was excited to have them leave for the week, but in the end, he gave them big hugs. They always say he's annoying, but then, there's moments where they will engage with him and show him something or wrestle with him. There's a lot of love between him and them. There's no love between Keturah and Justin at the moment. But, I'm sure they would be there for each other if they needed to be. Abishai will make sure of it. And Benaiah, well, he may think he's Mr. Independent and no longer a part of us, but he still thinks of his siblings and brings his extra snacks and drinks to them, buys them gifts, and talks to them when we are together. It's going to be alright in the end. Just wait and see. They don't hate each other. And that's all I want.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpM6itfrDaS-M9v90-eaPhelRNm--EFOc4DMEybAtioWKPo7YcIWNoVlaD3DqKhl0Jr2zhpQcX_WQUGFwtTsx0YOqMkHWaXnJYOfISRNw4HGWeZjEjo9jSqdp6Oe17g0zxvhpqdrPmzLcQzlUItOlTXSNCXIJWbdN87VFyS_4RqPDVdT9ruDvsw/s1792/IMG_4664.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWpM6itfrDaS-M9v90-eaPhelRNm--EFOc4DMEybAtioWKPo7YcIWNoVlaD3DqKhl0Jr2zhpQcX_WQUGFwtTsx0YOqMkHWaXnJYOfISRNw4HGWeZjEjo9jSqdp6Oe17g0zxvhpqdrPmzLcQzlUItOlTXSNCXIJWbdN87VFyS_4RqPDVdT9ruDvsw/w296-h640/IMG_4664.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah wanted to know how close they were to Holland, but her gps was off on her phone. I had to use Justin's phone and he wasn't responding to texts. But yes, they arrived safely. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQl1NVJTCh6Xqg8h2wBdSd-H-05CO8S--jdc1a9AUMx_xF9YKRTr8OMKLpQqk4Xoic2t4Bmfxcx9mkdUKanxJM_PHhOveBimTp0oYozZB6qMXiinVg9Jg_BbBcs21hb3T8VH0b_NSIiK95o9TDPSGDhyicc1MENzb4TWe46g6G_Qth3RcJFYf7-g/s1792/IMG_4663.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQl1NVJTCh6Xqg8h2wBdSd-H-05CO8S--jdc1a9AUMx_xF9YKRTr8OMKLpQqk4Xoic2t4Bmfxcx9mkdUKanxJM_PHhOveBimTp0oYozZB6qMXiinVg9Jg_BbBcs21hb3T8VH0b_NSIiK95o9TDPSGDhyicc1MENzb4TWe46g6G_Qth3RcJFYf7-g/w296-h640/IMG_4663.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Holland, Michigan is right on Lake Michigan and the CIY crew usually go down to the water's edge at a nearby park to watch the fireworks on the 4th. They are usually there during the holiday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL1B_8wYlr-wi1BkjaRWMBL3VBszXfn4JmjZNYqYKjPpEX3j0n1AYCHynNQoynw31SR5Xt3Dl25y-4yOYVSahfXZvyVSD_Rb19r0IqtoD5PVKBsZZSMZftuoPsoLA-Mt2ovKgM_99_OWXjBBh8s_Np1WAiTzR-d-INARl8HyOMUerGZ2oxNe_dg/s1792/IMG_4662.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAL1B_8wYlr-wi1BkjaRWMBL3VBszXfn4JmjZNYqYKjPpEX3j0n1AYCHynNQoynw31SR5Xt3Dl25y-4yOYVSahfXZvyVSD_Rb19r0IqtoD5PVKBsZZSMZftuoPsoLA-Mt2ovKgM_99_OWXjBBh8s_Np1WAiTzR-d-INARl8HyOMUerGZ2oxNe_dg/w296-h640/IMG_4662.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta love GPS when I can even troll them and pinpoint exactly where they are on the grounds of an event. You can see the track of the lawn mower race there, as well as a baseball diamond.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgst7OtPX8udCaxMHeLWklTHDXB0xnG8dVavU9dqNcyc0ihhIzj3m-9yOl_BuzfCTcE-qjVNhS59VeK1irYEfI8i1pTptmXNPdMPriw6K2Hdrnuu9l2OsUsJz0h_Fp93W1ImYf7fGPCMldhqlgZdPN4GSZsFoHy5g0iS4NIWbap_LSJT1hQVcCw/s4032/IMG_0990.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgst7OtPX8udCaxMHeLWklTHDXB0xnG8dVavU9dqNcyc0ihhIzj3m-9yOl_BuzfCTcE-qjVNhS59VeK1irYEfI8i1pTptmXNPdMPriw6K2Hdrnuu9l2OsUsJz0h_Fp93W1ImYf7fGPCMldhqlgZdPN4GSZsFoHy5g0iS4NIWbap_LSJT1hQVcCw/w400-h300/IMG_0990.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Filthy toes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocROXQyYs5PpDrfaNENlgND86-ehAlIk6fHsTvqmdvrmmHjsVA1Mzk844KeRHV5Q2BbdHM19poxr63tqHPyALwCdDdab0xiCPOkS_u2zKXU7ckGOf6XUIcjVnopQDNkYlLq4ZLiWt4man6aK1IQ3eacVFi7JFspeiJxBAhWZRyZw4OEj3TKqAAw/s1792/IMG_4665.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiocROXQyYs5PpDrfaNENlgND86-ehAlIk6fHsTvqmdvrmmHjsVA1Mzk844KeRHV5Q2BbdHM19poxr63tqHPyALwCdDdab0xiCPOkS_u2zKXU7ckGOf6XUIcjVnopQDNkYlLq4ZLiWt4man6aK1IQ3eacVFi7JFspeiJxBAhWZRyZw4OEj3TKqAAw/w296-h640/IMG_4665.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin and Keturah have arrived!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yi1fDCaIHkKpqi4U2hvF2a20XlsAbBqgYQ1MwMXYzvxNmTTaTxaiAd1VQ_NRMIJ3XntnvE7NSKyyt2UH84FZgOTUXwo2aJHZrPT4dGP7bvYS7VEFYWLr8zmkFTxg75SmT3oI4Wzr50qLmBn0-kOER4_AcI3jI0goJ__8SkRcjbOAI9f0o6Vacg/s1792/IMG_4667.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yi1fDCaIHkKpqi4U2hvF2a20XlsAbBqgYQ1MwMXYzvxNmTTaTxaiAd1VQ_NRMIJ3XntnvE7NSKyyt2UH84FZgOTUXwo2aJHZrPT4dGP7bvYS7VEFYWLr8zmkFTxg75SmT3oI4Wzr50qLmBn0-kOER4_AcI3jI0goJ__8SkRcjbOAI9f0o6Vacg/w296-h640/IMG_4667.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mississippi</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwhNzed46rDM8PX4opWDDxynRCZEgVSeLoorWH612kBOF3JMM5rZIcT-GO5y8K0fVGbcwuKuHL_jeXTr1KGHizER5IbK_Yxnnfk_3U_hKVbkF7JMt8rfk7-O7O3NJiCinQ_rIadFSv0xqCx9pMp_bS9v0pY8Ob9WClIRLEFIKmsMdYUMJNUNnag/s1792/IMG_4669.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwhNzed46rDM8PX4opWDDxynRCZEgVSeLoorWH612kBOF3JMM5rZIcT-GO5y8K0fVGbcwuKuHL_jeXTr1KGHizER5IbK_Yxnnfk_3U_hKVbkF7JMt8rfk7-O7O3NJiCinQ_rIadFSv0xqCx9pMp_bS9v0pY8Ob9WClIRLEFIKmsMdYUMJNUNnag/w296-h640/IMG_4669.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister is only 90 minutes from Aaron and Shauna's house! This is nuts! And Aaron and Shauna and crew are only 90 minutes north of us! The world is so upside down right now! Lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-0cR8n_R59YtNOasLnH9R98yml_9csX4PhL31cM3H96YwUWzyhphML957PfQlyS9DCyGE4NfLXEBGHyRmwTmRflQwXMZjh-CAANw5H6gN4BQ1OhL2tUBiCP2AUiVqewslOh-TLiifpbWWpHjhvS-u4vjaeaqa1zyuoVJ1n6oPl_FCc-_rHQurg/s4032/67864283974__784D9F4C-C8A0-4941-8FB4-172FB4403922.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-0cR8n_R59YtNOasLnH9R98yml_9csX4PhL31cM3H96YwUWzyhphML957PfQlyS9DCyGE4NfLXEBGHyRmwTmRflQwXMZjh-CAANw5H6gN4BQ1OhL2tUBiCP2AUiVqewslOh-TLiifpbWWpHjhvS-u4vjaeaqa1zyuoVJ1n6oPl_FCc-_rHQurg/w480-h640/67864283974__784D9F4C-C8A0-4941-8FB4-172FB4403922.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shauna said that her girls were like, "That's not the kind of thing we see at our parades in New Orleans." And it's true! We are in the heart of America, the midwest, redneck territory. So you've got tractors, jeans, tank tops, and tans. Yup. Gotta love it! This is definitely a typical sight here in Indiana.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nD74awOt7a3WSz2wdVs0uKA0dpATn707V9wMhDEz8CZQ0ErfMS9HfAGl7HKIRmXGSwYHBSR35PKrN6nKK7-wRUolueU3sfsXNnyklL2obeZUL57wZN378SmSmw1rzedlSQT8EjAn9pbjkvLHkzCs0Xt0PyMzHtJfg7G4WrCDfpk7jbZCtf7zZA/s4032/IMG_0249.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nD74awOt7a3WSz2wdVs0uKA0dpATn707V9wMhDEz8CZQ0ErfMS9HfAGl7HKIRmXGSwYHBSR35PKrN6nKK7-wRUolueU3sfsXNnyklL2obeZUL57wZN378SmSmw1rzedlSQT8EjAn9pbjkvLHkzCs0Xt0PyMzHtJfg7G4WrCDfpk7jbZCtf7zZA/w640-h480/IMG_0249.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When brothers take the same photo but from a different perspective, lol. I got photos from Jared, Aaron, and Leah from the 4th of July festivities they went to at 12 Mile. I love tractors!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IHB2PRCSdwxoWfoEKX41p6cAKykoQxmcuA_i_xzwHrdakxGbF5PLQDDXqJ01CXH0lRfl_amSF8WS6beN0tEqcI_xSlIFsmtrLulcpKeXvUecNRMmbe4a8qwJz2oUXbK8LNDrA1TLvbLWwfMeBmv991ud2YN9UwlBGO-IyUqjvPHzeb5T0oUweQ/s4032/IMG_0250.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IHB2PRCSdwxoWfoEKX41p6cAKykoQxmcuA_i_xzwHrdakxGbF5PLQDDXqJ01CXH0lRfl_amSF8WS6beN0tEqcI_xSlIFsmtrLulcpKeXvUecNRMmbe4a8qwJz2oUXbK8LNDrA1TLvbLWwfMeBmv991ud2YN9UwlBGO-IyUqjvPHzeb5T0oUweQ/w640-h480/IMG_0250.JPEG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52Kmqslarv4J0qV16aURQXvueJE6Nj6HG9C9YR7z3GHWlNs2cuc7KlSAJOj9YCmKOgPVv45kXj-7JeBoOBnOioqpdCTUrVuvgk-bU5WRnbeRSVIHC0C_BfV646tQbazMxC43B93Oeqm0r6fBigogyvuams5CiNVFdxrdG4ipPB_aFAXBEG7dUzg/s4032/IMG_0253.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52Kmqslarv4J0qV16aURQXvueJE6Nj6HG9C9YR7z3GHWlNs2cuc7KlSAJOj9YCmKOgPVv45kXj-7JeBoOBnOioqpdCTUrVuvgk-bU5WRnbeRSVIHC0C_BfV646tQbazMxC43B93Oeqm0r6fBigogyvuams5CiNVFdxrdG4ipPB_aFAXBEG7dUzg/w640-h480/IMG_0253.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why not parade your prized bull? Definitely a farm town kind of thing. Love it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCe7JPh5C6YaMWlm23zIw-ncCSjjrdOBhpt_prUEQqiCEyFd5X1b_kWF9KZLXtFwHNz9UmgYXrVEstLIcwf1PHVilKeVjEeV3AdwySHXU6dSDd9RVsfuF_wT5RLvNSHN_qZ6NvJgXCqHuSWjghUEREUncv54qtMdqfKSeSkyACmPRETgBGMK41rQ/s1792/IMG_4675.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCe7JPh5C6YaMWlm23zIw-ncCSjjrdOBhpt_prUEQqiCEyFd5X1b_kWF9KZLXtFwHNz9UmgYXrVEstLIcwf1PHVilKeVjEeV3AdwySHXU6dSDd9RVsfuF_wT5RLvNSHN_qZ6NvJgXCqHuSWjghUEREUncv54qtMdqfKSeSkyACmPRETgBGMK41rQ/w296-h640/IMG_4675.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go west young lady, go west! 5 more hours!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1W6_ULHDbmCXvHKANSGipK5dTYITCE0Vt8fTw9v-YkWly49yotYx5q1XYZaLjOAFJEMWx-GblcmueQhji9HBSaYsZKfw7rrWTx48eF9UzB9G17KqMv44-vadkqKLoXEicXFzH2i1z31VtJuO41WWQyVJWTq4kdIxpmXE8IJnzHJfdHaAQC2d8w/s1792/IMG_4676.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir1W6_ULHDbmCXvHKANSGipK5dTYITCE0Vt8fTw9v-YkWly49yotYx5q1XYZaLjOAFJEMWx-GblcmueQhji9HBSaYsZKfw7rrWTx48eF9UzB9G17KqMv44-vadkqKLoXEicXFzH2i1z31VtJuO41WWQyVJWTq4kdIxpmXE8IJnzHJfdHaAQC2d8w/w296-h640/IMG_4676.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin, why are you hiding in a construction site? Oh wait, this aerial view was probably taken a few years ago. It's probably all finished up now, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYApBiUw4oP2uss97bwH6whsqMoVoHVFa2bxRKgeXRJE58cYsOKEmn7l8QMMixhMFqZ4uiC4ZurS3pgddiZk3ndr4YbJWnBDphvAHx8ua0cMvgLIsuQw2afNRVIiJ_l0YCw2JqHE-WFF0J3qwwj8kYTqZHws9XJG3H83T2_1Fqhvnu11ADAF-npA/s1792/IMG_4699.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYApBiUw4oP2uss97bwH6whsqMoVoHVFa2bxRKgeXRJE58cYsOKEmn7l8QMMixhMFqZ4uiC4ZurS3pgddiZk3ndr4YbJWnBDphvAHx8ua0cMvgLIsuQw2afNRVIiJ_l0YCw2JqHE-WFF0J3qwwj8kYTqZHws9XJG3H83T2_1Fqhvnu11ADAF-npA/w296-h640/IMG_4699.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3 hrs1 Go go go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJfk0ZErRwEFOcI76er2ldwmPH9dha8nyDPe40QNNyNPcV-ZD8mSxh6BCHbYyQ6Rxl3bo2iiIAFh7oqXeJ0OMV9sY-AXkIjO1UtUYyOb4OAuy2-epxWI9voNwagCg07eXo0fDTwdkNs462YvaUDzmrGL6hLYAI5ZIbLOs4_P7k-4lRCbVz58IbA/s1792/IMG_4702.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJfk0ZErRwEFOcI76er2ldwmPH9dha8nyDPe40QNNyNPcV-ZD8mSxh6BCHbYyQ6Rxl3bo2iiIAFh7oqXeJ0OMV9sY-AXkIjO1UtUYyOb4OAuy2-epxWI9voNwagCg07eXo0fDTwdkNs462YvaUDzmrGL6hLYAI5ZIbLOs4_P7k-4lRCbVz58IbA/w296-h640/IMG_4702.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Less than an hour!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ7IokAoFXAgJrPct_bsJJZBFdVCuN9i7vyUEA39HkP6jEyJfpH2NCcs63U6QDyuOhj9CjIsLdxcGOi4gdqMuOzs0TCCatuPi-rMCZ9a4n1gTYxzDieD4wNsYuSOjLuOH2XbM-0jClW6cLMcFI_PTyTf7jIrQcpH4mZIAn1sqLSN4-MJfHsqWDw/s4032/IMG_4705.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJ7IokAoFXAgJrPct_bsJJZBFdVCuN9i7vyUEA39HkP6jEyJfpH2NCcs63U6QDyuOhj9CjIsLdxcGOi4gdqMuOzs0TCCatuPi-rMCZ9a4n1gTYxzDieD4wNsYuSOjLuOH2XbM-0jClW6cLMcFI_PTyTf7jIrQcpH4mZIAn1sqLSN4-MJfHsqWDw/s320/IMG_4705.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, a bit cheesy, but seriously, the cinematography is just fine. There's a story arc that doesn't fit. And Pastors and churches don't typically start co ops so they shouldn't have been involved in this case. However, these kinds of cases are real, and that's shown at the end of the credits where they list out what cases the movie is based on. Some are from back at the beginning of the homeschool movement and some are still actually open and ongoing. You have to stay vigilant. That's why we have organizations like HSLDA Action and IAHE Action that study the new laws and work with legislators and then HSLDA actually has lawyers that will defend homeschool families. It does happen all the time that homeschoolers are persecuted and prosecuted. Not as much in our state, but there has been a few. Great movie with a great message if you can ignore a few parts to it. One of the last scenes that talks about how people homeschool for more that just religious reasons is quite powerful, too. Because the top reasons I hear about parents wanting to homeschool is bullying, not meeting a child's special needs, content of the curriculum (whether or not it matches up to a certain religion or not), and other personal reasons. We have a growing population of non religious homeschoolers. It's nuts. And lovely!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvowTjUyUsghfezYOXvxlyxs_Hvnn5gBFb_jZq56Va-QfzeNg17fbVISvr_oon4zBKkhxxjs5FFrfVZf2JnOgmyyKdBZlPHr8BUez7brEyiEOsju_kvPJ3aT_SLsQNtHsu1Hf-Z6ozwUdUX2mXpCwZeXtT3GlGh5_bP-U1CCwcetxY1jzam4Qyg/s4032/IMG_4706.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvowTjUyUsghfezYOXvxlyxs_Hvnn5gBFb_jZq56Va-QfzeNg17fbVISvr_oon4zBKkhxxjs5FFrfVZf2JnOgmyyKdBZlPHr8BUez7brEyiEOsju_kvPJ3aT_SLsQNtHsu1Hf-Z6ozwUdUX2mXpCwZeXtT3GlGh5_bP-U1CCwcetxY1jzam4Qyg/s320/IMG_4706.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My sister might have moved from New Hampshire and now none of my siblings live there anymore, but we will always be New Hampshire sisters.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwg2KDRb7WAKhlruLFmB-2V2HDdGhbsxJwM7za-urrVKztht-fKLqFZwc9OVgtJH2JFpbwYfoDE2DjPEcXrwXyh7IUafNtkt8RdvpqCaJGV1aEXXPNiYxVB_b67ZiiPA-3XiPL_cylVOGfCb3LIJnUF8WsOidhRD2bgEPaJxZGY2YCGdyQSO4gA/s4032/IMG_4709.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwg2KDRb7WAKhlruLFmB-2V2HDdGhbsxJwM7za-urrVKztht-fKLqFZwc9OVgtJH2JFpbwYfoDE2DjPEcXrwXyh7IUafNtkt8RdvpqCaJGV1aEXXPNiYxVB_b67ZiiPA-3XiPL_cylVOGfCb3LIJnUF8WsOidhRD2bgEPaJxZGY2YCGdyQSO4gA/s320/IMG_4709.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sparklers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSfu3OI5vdAFNyN0BNM-hp3vYbf_S8ZpUQIQ-d3uDKgn0RLS08WtbNVJjANzOZbqhUy2CCZYBKdr6xafwt1dTphZCrEtXbodVgdjQgK7kHw1a4FbDexW1ezWvd5pQr_bILf5ScnrLJRtOGpcuU9MTRi51GBCiR2z6Hu-3kC1BKjsi5BjIHclJWQ/s4032/IMG_4712.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSfu3OI5vdAFNyN0BNM-hp3vYbf_S8ZpUQIQ-d3uDKgn0RLS08WtbNVJjANzOZbqhUy2CCZYBKdr6xafwt1dTphZCrEtXbodVgdjQgK7kHw1a4FbDexW1ezWvd5pQr_bILf5ScnrLJRtOGpcuU9MTRi51GBCiR2z6Hu-3kC1BKjsi5BjIHclJWQ/s320/IMG_4712.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of sparklers! They just couldn't wait to get started!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5z6hCVh5-oIBSoTvoV3ijYWd1XhgO9i5KvgSw9ur_q1sQPvphwiU_Y48WNVanJQZ4paw3czWkHJrsFbCiIUBI6X_EW6zcrsc_OjeGJjcnTilzV1-heXgv5k5WNCSI2iM_sqkqDDkUIwJ48Zr8QnuxVrcxO707vF721j3NVV9mQ0_UWZLkL_ebA/s1792/IMG_4713.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5z6hCVh5-oIBSoTvoV3ijYWd1XhgO9i5KvgSw9ur_q1sQPvphwiU_Y48WNVanJQZ4paw3czWkHJrsFbCiIUBI6X_EW6zcrsc_OjeGJjcnTilzV1-heXgv5k5WNCSI2iM_sqkqDDkUIwJ48Zr8QnuxVrcxO707vF721j3NVV9mQ0_UWZLkL_ebA/w296-h640/IMG_4713.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stefanie's new neighborhood. Lots of homes so potential for new friends for her, John, and Auggie. Pretty close to some stores as well. We'll see!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55y16wEul2Kslep-TSlV5PJwM7IoXIwe4GKNs3nTXVJ_ZyAhI0pBdwNu6m4dGY1GLyTT1o0mqEbiaJ9A5GvAN7OcI7w6Utfold-Lu3i-Ptts0mZvp4zTIT_U1pSdjzhylzJvc_0FZ82jLs-_9wk54Rrn_ufazHey2YnVQNdmlPW3YiXwFF925uA/s3520/IMG_4716.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj55y16wEul2Kslep-TSlV5PJwM7IoXIwe4GKNs3nTXVJ_ZyAhI0pBdwNu6m4dGY1GLyTT1o0mqEbiaJ9A5GvAN7OcI7w6Utfold-Lu3i-Ptts0mZvp4zTIT_U1pSdjzhylzJvc_0FZ82jLs-_9wk54Rrn_ufazHey2YnVQNdmlPW3YiXwFF925uA/s320/IMG_4716.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai thought his sparkler was done so he threw it in the box, but then it started to go off again. Whoops!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcoCHL3CVmxYYJZrHJfadKtyNTMtQsatSRPsBHoecABE7Gzr-iyiWxABQlsLxBqvwGjkeY6Xz1VsM8FO7LhHwoAqm2XP2c_Pzj0_P5q8F-3ZDMxtLmMbjm49-6rYMuDFMAjCTCVCL346JlXoV99LnYB7qjkT-elMxwOw7KMcMxJWv81chnCkL7A/s3520/IMG_4718.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcoCHL3CVmxYYJZrHJfadKtyNTMtQsatSRPsBHoecABE7Gzr-iyiWxABQlsLxBqvwGjkeY6Xz1VsM8FO7LhHwoAqm2XP2c_Pzj0_P5q8F-3ZDMxtLmMbjm49-6rYMuDFMAjCTCVCL346JlXoV99LnYB7qjkT-elMxwOw7KMcMxJWv81chnCkL7A/s320/IMG_4718.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Way to go, Abishai! He can get the basketball up to the big basket all by himself! He's got some height with his jump and throw!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9baSOBdV2Km2ojle4dCK1p-d70AaMdmotdnjn2oTW5VyhnjNYc-sE-d_NGLfxhPaXBIlU-yw-eDxZLMGxz0VgVPtx2CyViAeCF7JSu1JJbB0GBM-T16z2SQz18-hmK7ytiwtyAWNHhW6wDgw7fqFlY4O5dwSNq2FwegPQzRcQQbeWO27-c3QdtQ/s4032/IMG_5734.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9baSOBdV2Km2ojle4dCK1p-d70AaMdmotdnjn2oTW5VyhnjNYc-sE-d_NGLfxhPaXBIlU-yw-eDxZLMGxz0VgVPtx2CyViAeCF7JSu1JJbB0GBM-T16z2SQz18-hmK7ytiwtyAWNHhW6wDgw7fqFlY4O5dwSNq2FwegPQzRcQQbeWO27-c3QdtQ/w640-h480/IMG_5734.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now back to this morning (gotta love how pics load according to names and dates of photos, sigh). Jared said there was the typical fire trucks, old and new. And political people, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRi9_99IXDrklqS3V1e3TnGCDP-LobrVRG4RZTdLtNs01ZrBl1IUV7HiDwC1Dg7nI6NIJ9qjST7rHorYnCQtuK3wRckIL_Jr2-ol9JASlrpEcBxlxK3JlCjmEPpI-Kna79XAj7usx6U8Slrmvqppwp6e0PyL9jMCuTgTgaa1BckQJg7a-6vmYA/s4032/IMG_5735.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbRi9_99IXDrklqS3V1e3TnGCDP-LobrVRG4RZTdLtNs01ZrBl1IUV7HiDwC1Dg7nI6NIJ9qjST7rHorYnCQtuK3wRckIL_Jr2-ol9JASlrpEcBxlxK3JlCjmEPpI-Kna79XAj7usx6U8Slrmvqppwp6e0PyL9jMCuTgTgaa1BckQJg7a-6vmYA/w640-h480/IMG_5735.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdavt178Tqtrb8gqVJB8DqCEjQc72L-mttza-WtL1WPHKMZE1A7VoGyfStXXChAo4KhldfYPgcNVf968e3Rnn96TzDzOrpHqQFjjIr0MRy0S4qztABmmin_cNg0yLlNkIS79vROlTnSKaUGv2gaH-cR2xXnjQ-Krf92GE1NX2C74QreaHB0okuw/s4032/IMG_5738.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdavt178Tqtrb8gqVJB8DqCEjQc72L-mttza-WtL1WPHKMZE1A7VoGyfStXXChAo4KhldfYPgcNVf968e3Rnn96TzDzOrpHqQFjjIr0MRy0S4qztABmmin_cNg0yLlNkIS79vROlTnSKaUGv2gaH-cR2xXnjQ-Krf92GE1NX2C74QreaHB0okuw/w640-h480/IMG_5738.JPEG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2KL0EAejdaLwpgQ3JSYw1I_kb--2WyUr3zMFpqRG4dzV1LdGA4A-gn-mfwDL2X1Pw4IaIVCBO7oVpWTnaJ84wAerHmxcc5X-0rrj-nPiP1WWrQzghWtBkaj_h3dd8Zk_taalwjFrgrGguw2PkITrVNpEYCYLWjH4SxwNID822xCIffZ4hMuy5w/s4032/IMG_5739.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2KL0EAejdaLwpgQ3JSYw1I_kb--2WyUr3zMFpqRG4dzV1LdGA4A-gn-mfwDL2X1Pw4IaIVCBO7oVpWTnaJ84wAerHmxcc5X-0rrj-nPiP1WWrQzghWtBkaj_h3dd8Zk_taalwjFrgrGguw2PkITrVNpEYCYLWjH4SxwNID822xCIffZ4hMuy5w/w640-h480/IMG_5739.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a cool old truck with those vents on the side. Weird.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-_a_6431W-Xe5uS5JfM32AbVwmTtHBWC9O_8gnrlWAOpPqtpkoFNrQXQ8BgxbTxotiK23aWtpRMFKDHEV_Ck301G0w9zoVDHfjIwwyC86IjI9wf7lJKEYYxeijmmJsUNeFHYclee_HponQNMLf3sDbWJeyTWIdataG4HSGQZSnJxXPP6Rfey3w/s4032/IMG_5740.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs-_a_6431W-Xe5uS5JfM32AbVwmTtHBWC9O_8gnrlWAOpPqtpkoFNrQXQ8BgxbTxotiK23aWtpRMFKDHEV_Ck301G0w9zoVDHfjIwwyC86IjI9wf7lJKEYYxeijmmJsUNeFHYclee_HponQNMLf3sDbWJeyTWIdataG4HSGQZSnJxXPP6Rfey3w/w640-h480/IMG_5740.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Remember, Abishai is still really young. He hasn't seen many parades yet. Just because we adults are tired of them and the teens are tired of them, doesn't mean Abishai is. We have to do things all over again for him so he can experience a good childhood.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3qUrYOrfEOI8vtvzzIUT8SGIto3TMTGtAN8Um6q3NLTMyUNCfZku0Bpw69E-tNj7x7Hj4VA_lN8vyZkvGuqPvCCtnviX2smWdnbWWpevtUeB5tkD_NQ5uFSFzXX2cOTBBl4524gLa-XaCfbTHRNRnl7Ij_GNcOFz199Og7n9aqUjcULtoXx3Pg/s4032/IMG_5742.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3qUrYOrfEOI8vtvzzIUT8SGIto3TMTGtAN8Um6q3NLTMyUNCfZku0Bpw69E-tNj7x7Hj4VA_lN8vyZkvGuqPvCCtnviX2smWdnbWWpevtUeB5tkD_NQ5uFSFzXX2cOTBBl4524gLa-XaCfbTHRNRnl7Ij_GNcOFz199Og7n9aqUjcULtoXx3Pg/w640-h480/IMG_5742.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXUE9Es3akMNuX7qgGxMBZ-Ye-yOfKqqlM7IXM5uIYch0zcGc96rWBToFIk4IrEj-I5vUNCttIQNwSqao6WNfTmgXmU-xRgx-hae14rtrIeTwIwG1jkdtJZrrIH1p3kl5LmN__MTAwifp5tn5wHUQfTqWTWHbDF6S3fQSOGHzvW8EY51CXASq_g/s4032/IMG_5743.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXUE9Es3akMNuX7qgGxMBZ-Ye-yOfKqqlM7IXM5uIYch0zcGc96rWBToFIk4IrEj-I5vUNCttIQNwSqao6WNfTmgXmU-xRgx-hae14rtrIeTwIwG1jkdtJZrrIH1p3kl5LmN__MTAwifp5tn5wHUQfTqWTWHbDF6S3fQSOGHzvW8EY51CXASq_g/w640-h480/IMG_5743.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, I'm glad Abishai likes to wave!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-VHXI0uVEf6rsAt-1oRlTcZxiYK03e1NO_p4BxmcNyXJmewUd9aNK0BCGhRlBRuA3I4jCSvCW3expojoe-a-LYLxSaXdgtTL1QveuFkL_ArIWHsJvTd68SftyuDHJtjj89a7vEBUkhUbFKGxkDMruAVWkQLWMz2fLviE_ouynWMzS7jCZdW4IQ/s4032/IMG_5745.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-VHXI0uVEf6rsAt-1oRlTcZxiYK03e1NO_p4BxmcNyXJmewUd9aNK0BCGhRlBRuA3I4jCSvCW3expojoe-a-LYLxSaXdgtTL1QveuFkL_ArIWHsJvTd68SftyuDHJtjj89a7vEBUkhUbFKGxkDMruAVWkQLWMz2fLviE_ouynWMzS7jCZdW4IQ/w640-h480/IMG_5745.JPEG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlmcKfFr3hTLnuFOjZF11RWsEdbgdpecAOpWeAjA-808bIFMSv889CxhJLUfFOUdGaBeeZwhS6oiRmQ_y0KPVA541T0n7QDbc2mQ2Hw3D53B5WPwmCoq3L4NiWE63DVN5Wi-tiyBjF6iFLRnRYi6KLgQ69oIb6QBqzTtctIACpHEmEUytPXSfKw/s4032/IMG_5747.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVlmcKfFr3hTLnuFOjZF11RWsEdbgdpecAOpWeAjA-808bIFMSv889CxhJLUfFOUdGaBeeZwhS6oiRmQ_y0KPVA541T0n7QDbc2mQ2Hw3D53B5WPwmCoq3L4NiWE63DVN5Wi-tiyBjF6iFLRnRYi6KLgQ69oIb6QBqzTtctIACpHEmEUytPXSfKw/w640-h480/IMG_5747.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, horses, not the first time I've seen horses in a parade though But that's fun! Riding bareback, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgDOkD_PI68Wd5CXSLd3t1M8pUOvkVe58IvP-4CwbPqtaa13FEih8u3RG4URgR-5HqfB-p-2_u1eC1e8xC0VzxphZUzvsa2N08vOIH0b74zYbgQfcCNNWPrZgpNUL8GQlz4-91-FdjUJIMylesIEozBcqJgmg-3ex1PE74ountJrC-mno4EAUlw/s4032/IMG_5750.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgDOkD_PI68Wd5CXSLd3t1M8pUOvkVe58IvP-4CwbPqtaa13FEih8u3RG4URgR-5HqfB-p-2_u1eC1e8xC0VzxphZUzvsa2N08vOIH0b74zYbgQfcCNNWPrZgpNUL8GQlz4-91-FdjUJIMylesIEozBcqJgmg-3ex1PE74ountJrC-mno4EAUlw/w400-h300/IMG_5750.JPEG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our crew's set up. The tent was very, very helpful to keep the hot sun off of people. It didn't keep the dust off of everybody though. Jared had to take the blower and blow off dust off every item when he came home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzgFe2tDmtfw_0_9M3ZUIzfmOwI2-eKnrbR8gl2RirUIjP0mix2po_h0RXqEwNt-o-T4xSGZbSGO6je9pbyr_Qm9iiuJDVNXKb0_oRBhByT4qk_W9DCAoA9-mewmnDC1rUkmnAUNwdjqY7fXykdMDMDIz1cOYc-HegNQ_G9y-fJnZUikJfdR7pA/s4032/IMG_5751.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYzgFe2tDmtfw_0_9M3ZUIzfmOwI2-eKnrbR8gl2RirUIjP0mix2po_h0RXqEwNt-o-T4xSGZbSGO6je9pbyr_Qm9iiuJDVNXKb0_oRBhByT4qk_W9DCAoA9-mewmnDC1rUkmnAUNwdjqY7fXykdMDMDIz1cOYc-HegNQ_G9y-fJnZUikJfdR7pA/w400-h300/IMG_5751.JPEG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai's ready for some lawn mower race action.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XfcT_UMS_rWA--9wZ5qSOU1SgD--vn156Kizg_uuSTf_FfgA0jr4MmRTS5BEVGCk-31sKRuufMCd1Inx96RIM4GolqqDATTaqszzwLemphcIL4kfdY-rwtmAslPdUXiGXwW_h4HlKHfcUwk1tHCwM3QObcNKOfwB9AuAG6BiJLL2GmZ9turMfQ/s4032/IMG_5752.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9XfcT_UMS_rWA--9wZ5qSOU1SgD--vn156Kizg_uuSTf_FfgA0jr4MmRTS5BEVGCk-31sKRuufMCd1Inx96RIM4GolqqDATTaqszzwLemphcIL4kfdY-rwtmAslPdUXiGXwW_h4HlKHfcUwk1tHCwM3QObcNKOfwB9AuAG6BiJLL2GmZ9turMfQ/w640-h480/IMG_5752.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The guys figuring out the race stuff. And look at the little man doing his work!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kkmq5yWo0wwxLpEmWyHY9v0GQYYichLFI0dkqBPxQDQq5V2slRNv5SgF2XmNd65KSMUeDuvzcWJaV2qMQDhoVkR2zUxqNonW_llY1xxr7gNd767tGOfE3MvKfPpDjDugJnI18L4YtxNDH2GYMpyAUEdDcHr_b1eL5JLOwBCtL7v3eMejzu-Y0A/s4032/IMG_5754.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4kkmq5yWo0wwxLpEmWyHY9v0GQYYichLFI0dkqBPxQDQq5V2slRNv5SgF2XmNd65KSMUeDuvzcWJaV2qMQDhoVkR2zUxqNonW_llY1xxr7gNd767tGOfE3MvKfPpDjDugJnI18L4YtxNDH2GYMpyAUEdDcHr_b1eL5JLOwBCtL7v3eMejzu-Y0A/s320/IMG_5754.JPEG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for lunch before the dust cloud comes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9kznMHpTMqp0MamehThEUuIxQvO5gWz2-cvlpcRxX1BxZzxvmTbdNlbxeH6taNZFOyVcXXLUI_5t1-9dMs_tQyqX91mtF1VEuKnjX5pxzrcv6zLkH_oTYKynPCbxKTgFUhXgvixHjIccVKWI3T4Ie7M_cxOv1vVmbidQjlZkEX5LVw3iItbj_Q/s4032/IMG_7383.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9kznMHpTMqp0MamehThEUuIxQvO5gWz2-cvlpcRxX1BxZzxvmTbdNlbxeH6taNZFOyVcXXLUI_5t1-9dMs_tQyqX91mtF1VEuKnjX5pxzrcv6zLkH_oTYKynPCbxKTgFUhXgvixHjIccVKWI3T4Ie7M_cxOv1vVmbidQjlZkEX5LVw3iItbj_Q/w480-h640/IMG_7383.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww, almost matching t-shirts! From the years that they've come before and/or participated with Grandpa Cook, maybe. Uncle Aaron and Uncle Ed, Leah's brother.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlUtQBMU_tgZZ1vf3EKZuVKJk6sxwM4z_qRdrXFRdbFXTKxCYX3_F0S9svXUwaZUBJbQp0wiVu_IDqrrJjNyilzQpnO_E_ALEAhX5RA4sSnZuFFYiVrNy3fSpG5VCKmzy7QzifVKY4h8PIzsLnH4KHdLA0UMt7MpHAhnv-difyFNZONAhiRoBxw/s4032/IMG_7386.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlUtQBMU_tgZZ1vf3EKZuVKJk6sxwM4z_qRdrXFRdbFXTKxCYX3_F0S9svXUwaZUBJbQp0wiVu_IDqrrJjNyilzQpnO_E_ALEAhX5RA4sSnZuFFYiVrNy3fSpG5VCKmzy7QzifVKY4h8PIzsLnH4KHdLA0UMt7MpHAhnv-difyFNZONAhiRoBxw/w400-h300/IMG_7386.JPEG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Warm up lap! Yes, these are ride on lawn mowers that they add parts to so they can go faster and race. Isn't this crazy and silly? But it's a huge deal and there's even a circuit of races for it! You have to think, "Isn't there something else they could be doing with their time?" No, not really. I'm sure they work extremely hard at their jobs, like farming, and they tinker with these things in their spare time as a way to relax. They have to fix their tractors on the fly, so messing with these things is just an extension of it. It looks pretty cool to me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aCvFlg1H9tA&list=PLpKT2kP0z_myE2GpqifGI8CxwsUH6czAE" target="_blank">Drivers, start your lawn mowers! What?!</a><br /><span><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnbYz55xbOk47ysU9tjgEvB7Vaer235CocxKqyz9zHEt13AAGGypdXtkk3ASeNF71K-Qq2G9euu-qjC6y5pv2aRVSycVw0FXNZymd0MN-dSx-nD8xZlXRlthCVpi_1d7sTwO1_uyRzZpgvjclSv1WOzp6Rsca-3IKjgNWN5Ra_s0pHH1EL1zWfQ/s4032/IMG_5765.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnbYz55xbOk47ysU9tjgEvB7Vaer235CocxKqyz9zHEt13AAGGypdXtkk3ASeNF71K-Qq2G9euu-qjC6y5pv2aRVSycVw0FXNZymd0MN-dSx-nD8xZlXRlthCVpi_1d7sTwO1_uyRzZpgvjclSv1WOzp6Rsca-3IKjgNWN5Ra_s0pHH1EL1zWfQ/s320/IMG_5765.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whoops! Abishai had one of those larger "Roman candles" where fireworks shoot out from the end of it and he didn't realize it. I think he panicked and didn't know how to hold it or something. Jared sent me this photo. That's soot all over his face. Abishai didn't want to go near the fireworks after that. He was pretty grumpy the rest of the night. He was done. Poor thing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iMO3y-eWTnTRae8RhkC117cwN14EnEkIznCCbW-etzMpIeoZ_Wlzah795LsaxlTA_HofZMJZl9Mpl1VL2p9oRBYauWqztNVZbZlht_lJOkJPlJqJSzjcPdnWuqav2Bwle8yAPAoFfgH1ba3bpHuqSag5FGUkZUyhUlx2yVVhooqs3Y014UpoGQ/s1792/IMG_4793.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iMO3y-eWTnTRae8RhkC117cwN14EnEkIznCCbW-etzMpIeoZ_Wlzah795LsaxlTA_HofZMJZl9Mpl1VL2p9oRBYauWqztNVZbZlht_lJOkJPlJqJSzjcPdnWuqav2Bwle8yAPAoFfgH1ba3bpHuqSag5FGUkZUyhUlx2yVVhooqs3Y014UpoGQ/w296-h640/IMG_4793.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, Justin and the rest of the Senior boys. What?! Seniors?! Nah, these aren't Seniors. They are just Freshmen or something, right? No, they are Seniors! It's unbelievable! We were just here with Benaiah. How did 3 years pass so quickly? I just don't know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpbkgPWVDAPXADxD24Kpu9URTsHghYEJ59PCpG58M2RYJ_yd1kPcuLTwhDLYatb8vS2pvrWHG5tn390bNqVZG_GjQ0u5eQ-VruptfLHyo2fS0ix99eCaSHiX_F9C8OmEGHVb-thYKBktY-_IY0p3fWMxyn0m8XiyrFMnPMV4ueE4b-9cWrBCG_g/s1792/IMG_4792.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifpbkgPWVDAPXADxD24Kpu9URTsHghYEJ59PCpG58M2RYJ_yd1kPcuLTwhDLYatb8vS2pvrWHG5tn390bNqVZG_GjQ0u5eQ-VruptfLHyo2fS0ix99eCaSHiX_F9C8OmEGHVb-thYKBktY-_IY0p3fWMxyn0m8XiyrFMnPMV4ueE4b-9cWrBCG_g/w296-h640/IMG_4792.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course, Justin is out on the ball field with his guys. They are all athletes in this group and Justin doesn't mind. Benaiah would mind. Justin, the video game geek, also loves to be out playing games with the guys. He's very laid back and an all around good player for whatever is needed in the moment. Actually, that is exactly what a person with ADHD is. They know a little about everything because there ears and eyes perk up to every new sound or distraction and they follow that train of thought for a bit until something new comes along. Therefore, they know about a lot of stuff and can pull it out of their back pocket at any time. They can read a situation well and dive in. Justin is great at that. That's why he makes friends easily, despite being an introvert. He has two vastly different friend groups is hugely loyal to both. Another trait of ADHD and Enneagram #9 and being a 2nd born. He's got a ton going for him when people recognize these traits in him. He really would make a great pastor some day. He's a team player. He brings people together. If I could only find out what area of life I could really plug him into and get him the right training. Sigh. Business manager? Human resources? I don't know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTONBTnXUaPZk-K-4i9MrUwNFJaKTP2CTTkz1GBr42jFyfzfa9fMLC-cuq0JB0xAVhG0eeSMMVrHkxoRo7pBofabMmVo3EYAVK0Xs8HE0L4sJrtO7TKYprw8s_ERNCH1bapa03vaRMptmOb-Pu44_ia_f8a9urbPdJhrImU2Im-LoKAbEOQjlqyw/s4032/IMG_4790.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTONBTnXUaPZk-K-4i9MrUwNFJaKTP2CTTkz1GBr42jFyfzfa9fMLC-cuq0JB0xAVhG0eeSMMVrHkxoRo7pBofabMmVo3EYAVK0Xs8HE0L4sJrtO7TKYprw8s_ERNCH1bapa03vaRMptmOb-Pu44_ia_f8a9urbPdJhrImU2Im-LoKAbEOQjlqyw/s320/IMG_4790.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man, these photos loaded backwards in chronological time. Oh well. Here's the aftermath of Benaiah's fireworks show. $300 and it was awesome! He did a decent job of keeping things mostly organized and picked up. His wooden stands worked out well, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbqimhQ0KxbF4RgGdz101U69yq35FmtkM_XmiK_GpMS1PvbwsBfRaGpXQxUJgaRMd4vJ8S9si8HAehFpr6fJ9hjfLjiNkRviyjVtidqeN1UJe7eukPJ0bwYtpdp1XA3RD7-TbGkUaNqgt1uXKSKlMBtyN7D5lxjq6tNgQksplGOEd4-sjAzt6aw/s4032/IMG_4789.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTbqimhQ0KxbF4RgGdz101U69yq35FmtkM_XmiK_GpMS1PvbwsBfRaGpXQxUJgaRMd4vJ8S9si8HAehFpr6fJ9hjfLjiNkRviyjVtidqeN1UJe7eukPJ0bwYtpdp1XA3RD7-TbGkUaNqgt1uXKSKlMBtyN7D5lxjq6tNgQksplGOEd4-sjAzt6aw/s320/IMG_4789.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No child, it will be a very long time before you are old enough to handle one of those. 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Bwahahahaha!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2d0m6F5wAr22nyfWVakP3oq53Des7fLsWzmhWrB8WZ0HJNcREBABrmuLFOitfE0n70RPcRmx6xXtT_DkZ0RP-fXAoHv97cxfMnu4kFsDupdJQtENftCJogU9Z21bLPrUWEMxj9dubhJVdZu_07eKQJcAMgBOuJ4d_rwL1Xc87wtpuijD7SvemA/s3520/IMG_4751.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2d0m6F5wAr22nyfWVakP3oq53Des7fLsWzmhWrB8WZ0HJNcREBABrmuLFOitfE0n70RPcRmx6xXtT_DkZ0RP-fXAoHv97cxfMnu4kFsDupdJQtENftCJogU9Z21bLPrUWEMxj9dubhJVdZu_07eKQJcAMgBOuJ4d_rwL1Xc87wtpuijD7SvemA/s320/IMG_4751.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one went on forever!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75cry4OHcUXDZ36kxRH5yvrSGdURpPJO_SPd64psAQHKqu_zZF_tHrkrb2n3IpQqFSjkcA5RUOpOwIA0xukyuPNxWR_50IYVefdJfjtQPQb7SS5uGDjW0byiZ1TCP3npQFmu01w4-4l2hfRpY0e-wxS-jru26TkiJNf9LrWTAZJf5ALDTjk17uw/s3520/IMG_4750.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75cry4OHcUXDZ36kxRH5yvrSGdURpPJO_SPd64psAQHKqu_zZF_tHrkrb2n3IpQqFSjkcA5RUOpOwIA0xukyuPNxWR_50IYVefdJfjtQPQb7SS5uGDjW0byiZ1TCP3npQFmu01w4-4l2hfRpY0e-wxS-jru26TkiJNf9LrWTAZJf5ALDTjk17uw/s320/IMG_4750.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaBjcOcdegfP4VZfXDXyExAZUpYxDQYQCXP8dIjRkpvY0wULjxEez-UXo8CvypAb3GmNzn3aDKQoqrZtwW3V9Pz6-L0pacVojiX6PDJn_gj91pDR5WdPgvkU3I_yLSJ0c-yVwF93t59FHnNOHditdrsASa5M9PwzyNpQEXhUzF738FxGAkiP13w/s3520/IMG_4745.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaBjcOcdegfP4VZfXDXyExAZUpYxDQYQCXP8dIjRkpvY0wULjxEez-UXo8CvypAb3GmNzn3aDKQoqrZtwW3V9Pz6-L0pacVojiX6PDJn_gj91pDR5WdPgvkU3I_yLSJ0c-yVwF93t59FHnNOHditdrsASa5M9PwzyNpQEXhUzF738FxGAkiP13w/s320/IMG_4745.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the kind of firework Abishai was handling. You have to hold it up and away from you and let it shoot off 10 times. I don't think he counted correctly and it shot too close to his face when it came out. It's called a Roman candle.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjZ7rzt_3-Nd0obEsOEOr6wr3xooERhYDaraKI_cf14epWA-oHQ6wxcx5Lp7kCbpSvuwC2_k5gshE18DlfwF_OMQe1qsYQLD7dabCfYi1csKZPO9Ch8y8zt2j-UcWyV4dd2aN_G2kI0r2OWoQ3_ZEWcV42LcgYAk6kldpA7tM6pV3P5xc5dmOgg/s4032/IMG_4739.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjZ7rzt_3-Nd0obEsOEOr6wr3xooERhYDaraKI_cf14epWA-oHQ6wxcx5Lp7kCbpSvuwC2_k5gshE18DlfwF_OMQe1qsYQLD7dabCfYi1csKZPO9Ch8y8zt2j-UcWyV4dd2aN_G2kI0r2OWoQ3_ZEWcV42LcgYAk6kldpA7tM6pV3P5xc5dmOgg/s320/IMG_4739.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Counting his eggs before they hatch?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWo4V-E1zz4Q9SUiriP4c0AF_9iFgCF5-YBvYcxAM1eBM5Wym755RqZe1XUzTokw1VjVs-97m-0jpQZLJLUNpiHaBhUBw6hrhpa67c4jkDGEf5owYV_ONTNK9oYQwy_txQkm-ET_026nhfwxMlIp3pki8K7WQ0R9u-7J63frykV35yeDpYuOXkTw/s4032/IMG_4735.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWo4V-E1zz4Q9SUiriP4c0AF_9iFgCF5-YBvYcxAM1eBM5Wym755RqZe1XUzTokw1VjVs-97m-0jpQZLJLUNpiHaBhUBw6hrhpa67c4jkDGEf5owYV_ONTNK9oYQwy_txQkm-ET_026nhfwxMlIp3pki8K7WQ0R9u-7J63frykV35yeDpYuOXkTw/w640-h480/IMG_4735.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready? Just light it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwx2acrpa9h1Oi0Pc0Ogi4N81bF4UQI22kG-CJfWSxqx1qKydadNgfQSDA0mXlhYrrNAKKH-3vkcJUILMO8HG9AYfWH396cTidq8vny5Ul0OcSI7yxgFN6AFBClgT_FBfmfPVRPcYtruCTXA-4FlwoUp4v8EU34diS34XXiGgCQyQEgMyR-zIIw/s3520/IMG_4733.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwx2acrpa9h1Oi0Pc0Ogi4N81bF4UQI22kG-CJfWSxqx1qKydadNgfQSDA0mXlhYrrNAKKH-3vkcJUILMO8HG9AYfWH396cTidq8vny5Ul0OcSI7yxgFN6AFBClgT_FBfmfPVRPcYtruCTXA-4FlwoUp4v8EU34diS34XXiGgCQyQEgMyR-zIIw/s320/IMG_4733.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS-KQlJNuEXFqCqKhtd8w1KCZQUMhOmlRBDipbr-cy9Jgpb1jpm-l3IgSmnp345i1J4GVLS15qYfSPRqhYDJctM34IfC7RF-7y8ampqSCgrACGPt4p6DzL1xIE1mmptnPcUkVunZxlPKwBYQcxXIku0bRvFOdkYoOO-G5G2_QydQn41Vas4XYLQ/s3520/IMG_4730.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxS-KQlJNuEXFqCqKhtd8w1KCZQUMhOmlRBDipbr-cy9Jgpb1jpm-l3IgSmnp345i1J4GVLS15qYfSPRqhYDJctM34IfC7RF-7y8ampqSCgrACGPt4p6DzL1xIE1mmptnPcUkVunZxlPKwBYQcxXIku0bRvFOdkYoOO-G5G2_QydQn41Vas4XYLQ/s320/IMG_4730.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XcCief6rAwyinK4WMcto03AhV08WKomFEtZAYNsg9D9KjcNpErA3clJKlmyAHAtQbyXXSZ8aYF8sUo49K-BRWJoZ4caDDxvmhJg1xUttHm-zk0HaGRBhgjQPXxvmt4kD-aeeeY4TSOWsIOhoZN0Vn5fRZ4ILpQbSmAMIIShA0VvV8_C2EqBToQ/s3520/IMG_4727.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XcCief6rAwyinK4WMcto03AhV08WKomFEtZAYNsg9D9KjcNpErA3clJKlmyAHAtQbyXXSZ8aYF8sUo49K-BRWJoZ4caDDxvmhJg1xUttHm-zk0HaGRBhgjQPXxvmt4kD-aeeeY4TSOWsIOhoZN0Vn5fRZ4ILpQbSmAMIIShA0VvV8_C2EqBToQ/s320/IMG_4727.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXJyd7L1cqs&list=PLpKT2kP0z_mxsqdHFDkZ7w6tOzkxfiDxK">Benaiah's 1st Fireworks Display</a><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>Tuesday - Rest Day</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- We were supposed to have an appointment today, but our counselor was potentially exposed to Covid, again. So our appointment was cancelled. Yes! I don't mind. I just gained over 2 hrs to do something else. I've done some computer work this morning finishing off my projects over on the IAHE Indiana Homeschooling Marketplace page, which was cleaning up the monthly posts, deleting sold items, creating documents with the info, and restarting the monthly posts. So, I'm happy enough in there now. The last IAHE project is to contact my groups again and see if they have updates for me about leaders or if they are meeting or not. But it's only July 5th. Kelly wants that done by the end of the month. I've got a bit of time. Plus, mine is one of the most up to date lists. I'm not worried about it. What I am worried about it is our own personal schedule. I need to look into that speech class for Justin and Keturah and I don't think I can wait for the info meeting in August. Then I need to decide if the Westside group works for Abishai and commit to that. Then I need to decide if ASL still works for the kids. Yeah, that's a bit of a mess. But my computer desk work looks alright. I'm going to try to get to some handicrafts this week and other misc. stuff, too. Just odds and ends of projects. I need to clear out behind my desk, maybe even moving some things to the garage for an IAHE event, so we can get to the other outlet for Rick to fix for the pool. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I'd like to go somewhere with Abishai this week, but Great Wolf Lodge is wicked expensive this week. We can go mid week in the fall during homeschool days or even a regular week for half of the price that it is now. I looked in to the pools and swim parks and you have to be 48 inches to ride the slides and he won't qualify. So we'd have to go to Shelbyville. He doesn't want to go. He's scared to go to the movie theater and won't sit still for a whole movie. Daddy brought down another Lego set to build, so they did that this morning. I told him he could have as much TV time as he wants today because he has been on the go for days and days and has had minimal screen time. He has played hard, peopled hard, and it's 98 degrees in the shade outside today. There will be other days to be outside. And, we'll have the pool soon enough. I'm not worried. My baby gets tons of exercise still. He's a healthy little bloke. We did give him medication today because he hadn't had it in days and days and we should keep that introduced and his body and his mind used to it for when we need it. He didn't want to eat this morning even before I gave it to him. And he didn't eat much for lunch. I think his body is just really off with the heat and weird diet and eating in different places. We'll get back to a regular diet and schedule here this week and he'll be fine. He's had lots of fruit and some veggies at Grandma's house and plenty of hot dogs. He'll survive. Us, too.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The house is quiet and cleanish. I have to vacuum because I didn't do that yesterday. Since I stayed home yesterday and had my mental health day, I'm in a decent mood today. I'm on top of everything and could go and do anything the boys want to do. Everybody else is out doing their thing. And I don't have to get them anywhere. It's kind of nice. They get to have their experiences and I get to rest and do my thing at home. I'm such an introvert.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- My sister is almost done with unpacking the truck and getting it all inside their new rental home. Thank goodness. It's very hot down there with heat indexes over 100. I just want her inside in the a/c as soon as possible. She's not used to the heat load. I had said aloud last night within my relative's hearing that I might have to put on my Facebook groups that my sister needs help in Houston, groups like the Friends Online/Michael W. Smith group and Leah looked at me sideways and said, "What does Michael W. Smith have to do with your sister moving to Texas?" And I said, "Because we are Friends. We help each other all the time with things like this." No, we don't always know each other in the real world every day but we call up each other when we are in the same town and get together. In fact, because someone couldn't go on the cruise, some of the Friends made a special meet up with them in Juneau. And another Friend, made suggestions about how to be careful in their port city of Seattle because she lives there. In fact, I helped a Friend when she needed to disembark off the cruise when it came through the New England and Maritime provinces and she needed to get to the airport to go home and see her very ill Dad. Wherever a Friend is in need, we are there. And surely there are many Friends in Houston. Michael W. Smith goes there frequently. I ended up just making a blanket statement on my regular home page instead of the Michael W. Smith page, but I'm sure I could have gotten some specific help if I wanted to. We are a family. An online family. And if some generations can't understand that, oh well. Thankfully, Stefanie didn't need the help. But if she does in the near future, I will be calling on my Friends Online people. John used to live in Houston and his kids and ex-wife live there. That's why they moved there. So hopefully, Stef and Auggie will acclimate quickly. And GPS and maps make navigating around a new place so much easier. Stef's house has a nice backyard and it looks like it's in a neighborhood where maybe there's potential for friends for Auggie. We'll see. I'm just glad they are safe and sound!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-ScjBZGoPLV09CmFLgHaxJgTvL5-82AIVY3PhWEARHUDN9xvahMaw2DWQeQ-KJzDK50U7AtmI2LE1HgObe-9NHCQufBHvdHaI_2Z78SaE17AhvxI5p8ZRSQv-X7HKQnswWNFaFz1zpuHXonunZaUEnWO0782xbUddRzxxpYLcxkfq6TYwpNo5w/s4032/IMG_3579.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-ScjBZGoPLV09CmFLgHaxJgTvL5-82AIVY3PhWEARHUDN9xvahMaw2DWQeQ-KJzDK50U7AtmI2LE1HgObe-9NHCQufBHvdHaI_2Z78SaE17AhvxI5p8ZRSQv-X7HKQnswWNFaFz1zpuHXonunZaUEnWO0782xbUddRzxxpYLcxkfq6TYwpNo5w/s320/IMG_3579.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah was so excited to finally get to go to Lemonjello's and get the Green Army Man drink. It's raspberry and green apple soda, i.e. lots of soda. Sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjlzmLJb9u4SgSaTgFIhewpNCybbeHunl6aZ6pezULcxoxKPivchBBc_LMr2ITnrs6km5oOLHaVaxxWSNPx_i8tUN_tr7Yhufss7CMqpvLmbUPzvuzP02D7nuOhrTIJuTY9-kTYNwzV3_0wkKJOaj5mXOGI2z92ecpvdfqzOIEkBVtimzuocaTw/s4032/IMG_4795.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEjlzmLJb9u4SgSaTgFIhewpNCybbeHunl6aZ6pezULcxoxKPivchBBc_LMr2ITnrs6km5oOLHaVaxxWSNPx_i8tUN_tr7Yhufss7CMqpvLmbUPzvuzP02D7nuOhrTIJuTY9-kTYNwzV3_0wkKJOaj5mXOGI2z92ecpvdfqzOIEkBVtimzuocaTw/s320/IMG_4795.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai is happy to be back to normal playing with his Legos in his pjs. Daddy brought out a new Lego set based off a Clone Wars episode near the end of that animated TV series. It has Darth Maul on a throne on Mandalore and Ahsoka in it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUEendQRI9Rw7z8t9eCBLfdUn53X6f7gujrabXigmBMdB0hQ02nN111B0ihP-eg7D8d2AJwH7r4WOyy_PGw2xi0qjn1_tWIZ9Z1rAKZfC8fukMJJWSAvIm7KcdPx-SLe5YtS39llXtuy7zgvMbluFVW_8g8h9Wn9Iyyjdq-aMFtYwc0QE4-iFHg/s4032/IMG_4796.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipUEendQRI9Rw7z8t9eCBLfdUn53X6f7gujrabXigmBMdB0hQ02nN111B0ihP-eg7D8d2AJwH7r4WOyy_PGw2xi0qjn1_tWIZ9Z1rAKZfC8fukMJJWSAvIm7KcdPx-SLe5YtS39llXtuy7zgvMbluFVW_8g8h9Wn9Iyyjdq-aMFtYwc0QE4-iFHg/s320/IMG_4796.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIiGghQteTTsvMXIwM6C5W2qvaKzUq31cP10L5YtQhP8-bwvyTIhQtxYwaZNaMhdH2ekQ-5UBPDoip-yNriZmT_u73TStlOIYHEFPZ514HrcDwt-lgYgJp5bR84EYxb2kbNx6kvgLhtB6E2XekQVASSC9-bieyZiCPTRkxp9FRD9YooZXjAj6gg/s1792/IMG_4798.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVIiGghQteTTsvMXIwM6C5W2qvaKzUq31cP10L5YtQhP8-bwvyTIhQtxYwaZNaMhdH2ekQ-5UBPDoip-yNriZmT_u73TStlOIYHEFPZ514HrcDwt-lgYgJp5bR84EYxb2kbNx6kvgLhtB6E2XekQVASSC9-bieyZiCPTRkxp9FRD9YooZXjAj6gg/w296-h640/IMG_4798.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good luck, Sister Stefanie, because I wouldn't be able to live in Houston, Texas. 100 degrees and that's not the heat index? And 80 degrees for a low? That's nasty hot. I can't stand that. If God was to move us to a place like that, He would have to miraculously have to heal me. I just can't do that. I can't do 88 degrees even. Ewwwwwww.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>Wednesday - My Aunt Katie Died</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Woah. I have never cried so hard in my entire life, not even at my own parents' deaths or funerals. Those times of grief were more sneaky and subtle and long in coming. I wasn't as vulnerable in my feelings back then. I didn't know how to feel and let the tears fall. Plus I had a LOT to actually physically do for those days and weeks. I didn't have time to fully grieve in the moment. I was the one orchestrating everything while my siblings just had to show up for the most part. And that's totally fine, I'm the OCD one anyone. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- But, it was after dinner last night that a friend of my family, Uncle Joe, who lives with my Uncle Ed and Aunt Katie in Hooksett, NH, messaged me on Facebook and told me that my Aunt Katie passed away yesterday morning from liver and kidney failure. Apparently, she had suffered from depression and what sounds like dementia for the past 2-5 years and they had trouble keeping her on the proper medication routine. She had been moody and hard to handle, especially the last couple of months. My Uncle Ed was the one who found her almost non responsive and called the ambulance to take her to the hospital. And she died there within hours. My siblings and I had not be in touch with my Aunt and Uncle much in the last few years because we've been caught up with our own lives. We had no idea she was so mentally ill. My Dad had dementia at that age as well. My Aunt Katie was a few years younger than my Dad was. Her only son, Matt, my cousin who is 6 months younger than my youngest sibling, my brother, still lives in the area in New Hampshire. I don't know how much he and his wife, Ariel really knew what was going on. Uncle Ed and Aunt Katie kept quiet and to themselves. It makes me extremely sad that we were unaware and couldn't or didn't offer help. Family should help family, but we can't when we don't know. Unfortunately, my Uncle has decided to not do any funeral services because he doesn't think anyone would be available to come. So my Aunt Katie will be cremated and then her ashes will be buried with his ashes when he passes away.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- One good thing about all of this is that we got to practice our communication tree between all of us. Uncle Joe messaged me. I texted Paul-Mikael and Stefanie. Stefanie called Kristina. Kristina was going to inform the other side of the family. Oh, and Stefanie messaged our other pseudo uncle, Uncle Tony. So, we do have ways of getting a hold of each other quickly, which is excellent. I'm grateful for that. And both Stefanie and I were ready to drop everything and jump on a plane and go back to New Hampshire and be there for a funeral or celebration of life. We could have roomed together. We were willing. I'm grateful that we don't have to spend the money, but we would have. Because we are family. And I would have had to face Kristina for the first time in 12 years, but I would have done it. Because we are family. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- But I have had all this false guilt in the last 24 hrs. And false shame. And I've been so furious at a lot of people involved in this and in the past that created the Howell family dynamics. I just don't understand. But this now leaves me with no grandparents, no parents, and down 1 aunt out of 2. I only have 1 aunt, 2 uncles, and 3 cousins (with spouses/kids) left. 3 siblings (with spouses/kids). We have a super small family as it is. And it gets smaller and smaller. And our family doesn't seem to live as long either. And having both my Dad and now my Aunt Katie getting dementia at age 60 scares me to death because what if it's hereditary and I'm next? What can I do to live longer and not have it? My mind has been racing the last 24 hrs. I've cried and cried and cried. I've writhed on the couch. I've cried into my towel on the wall after my shower. I've wept and wept. Over everything. From family dynamics to my lack of communication with my family to my new responsibilities of being the Matriarch of the Edward Howell side of the family. I just want my framed photo of my Nana standing beside Jack London's pony while she was in California. They sold my Nana's house, the piano that I wanted, all the instruments I wanted, and probably all kinds of stuff I could have taken. I just want that one stupid photo that was promised to me 30 years ago. And anything else having to do with Edward Howell and our lineage. I know I have a lot of it, but I also know there's more in their basement. I don't want it thrown out. My Aunt was saving it for me and slowly sending it my way when she had a bit of extra money to mail it. I was also delighted to get a box from her. I got those sheets of music that my great grandfather used to play and his book he wrote on Musicology. My cousin Matt won't want it, because he's a Chapman. My siblings hate that kind of stuff. So I offered to go out and help my Uncle sort through that stuff. I'll bring an extra luggage bag and/or I'll mail the stuff to my house. Or maybe we'll finally make it a vacation trip. I don't care. I do want more stuff. There I said it. It's mine.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Wow. What a 24 hrs. All the emotions. Anger first, because it's always anger. All my emotions come out as anger first. But then I did eventually turn it around to actual grief. This Aunt Katie taught me how to care for animals. We would go down to her house to get our dogs' nails clipped. She loved her Westies, Western Highland Terriers, and I remember Izzu, (we would tease him and say something about a tissue) and then there was the next dog, Tracie. Katie helped me earn my cooking badge for Girl Scouts: Brownies, with doing a lattice top for my apple pie. My aunt and uncle lived at one end of our street, Dale Road, in Hooksett, and our house was at the other end. We always thought it was so far away because we couldn't see her house from ours. But it did make for a great stopping point and safety check in. My Aunt babysat kids after school for a little bit of extra money. She was great with them! Always doing fun little things! She loved horses, like I did. She was fair skinned and had all the freckles and moles like I do. She had the strawberry blonde hair. She was my sister's godmother, but that didn't really matter, she loved us all just the same. Yes, she could sing and play the piano a bit, too. She definitely was a Christian, no doubt about that. She wore glasses like me. Her birthday was on the same day as my Mother's, November 23rd, which is also her son Matt's birthday. She sold Avon and had fun with it. She never went on fancy vacations. My Uncle worked in a canning plant. They scraped by just like the rest of us. But she didn't complain. She homeschooled my cousin all the way through, borrowing the same books from my mother when we were done with them. She was faithful.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- She shouldn't have suffered like that. It isn't fair. So many people failed her, including me. It sounds like her mental illnesses were tormenting her and then God said enough and took her. I am devastated. I'm so hurt. I thought we had many more years with her. That's why I wasn't worried. It's totally not fair.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- And now I've exhausted all my mental energy. Jared took me out of the house on a few errands. We went to Chick Fil A for a little bit of food, then the car wash, then Home Depot for a spray nozzle for the hose and some light bulbs. I can hardly look around my house without seeing evidence of the Howell family, and it reminds me of my Aunt Katie. This is so hard. I feel like I've been orphaned again or more. My Nana and Granddaddy Howell are gone, and now their children, my Dad, Stephen and sister Elisabeth Katinka, are gone. Wiped off the face of the earth. Gone. My Mom, Linda. Gone. It's just the 4 siblings now. 3 girls and 1 boy, who did have a boy, so the Howell last name does live on that way. But I feel.....alone. Very much alone.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- In some ways, this is horrible timing. In some ways, this is great timing. Jared is home to help me through it. The other two kids are gone so I have space and time to grieve and not worry about their social lives. I just don't want to ruin Jared's vacation time with this. I will pick myself back up and move on, one step at a time. Do the next right thing, just as I've always done in times of hardship, crisis, chaos, or exhaustion. Jared and I work as a team. We can do this. It's only Wednesday. We will take Abishai to his Tang Soo Do class. Who knows, maybe we'll stop at Culver's on the way home. I think I might need more ice cream. It's still very hot outside and the a/c is struggling to keep cooler than 80 degrees. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep. There's bits and bobs to do. One little thing at a time. No deadlines ahead, so I'm ok. Thank you, Jesus, for the luxury of space and time. We are blessed.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- And, now that both my dad and aunt has passed away, my Nana's estate will be distributed, so that will be a blessing to my siblings, cousin and I. We won't know how much until we talk with the lawyer. That will be later this week or early next week I'm sure. If only we didn't live so far away from each other. Sigh. We might have to do a zoom call or something. We'll see. But Jared and I have started to talk about what we will do with it if it is the amount we are thinking it will be. Either way, it's a blessing. God is good and He turns mourning into dancing, He makes beauty from ashes, He has plans for our good, to give a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29:11). <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJdQ4M1jJPA" target="_blank">Graves Into Gardens</a><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKm0eh0gHwJT1Vuqwv2TTN4pdg5sfzxnv5Qk84Bw4aM4WvxkQLOHrcApe9bVySzRXnu_ge4HodcZHuto-g6yywCLVE6RGyt0EUsj2k9w7aE9KD_soClpwHhyYuXuM_PW-DrUuUZX2Q8pIiN34ceKE5wJwTe7Y_zb7W5eV4rOTIKPqVQYzgoHln1w/s4032/IMG_4799.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKm0eh0gHwJT1Vuqwv2TTN4pdg5sfzxnv5Qk84Bw4aM4WvxkQLOHrcApe9bVySzRXnu_ge4HodcZHuto-g6yywCLVE6RGyt0EUsj2k9w7aE9KD_soClpwHhyYuXuM_PW-DrUuUZX2Q8pIiN34ceKE5wJwTe7Y_zb7W5eV4rOTIKPqVQYzgoHln1w/s320/IMG_4799.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our ages in Lego brick studs. Jared was wearing his t-shirt that has a tree slice that shows the tree rings that show how old a tree is, so we were explaining that to Abishai. Jared grabbed the Legos on the table and started building these! So innovative!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMrHOonnHhNBKCW4miVoMobsikRjBbHZ0JJAJdEGwwosd-Lrx1biEBEdg5a18gb6xEj83k_KxDlTvbjgkZk06gSznmt5GhLyuqTlpfA_Mmg_fM4DkchIsQ8I_qQHAA-TUsrURci2cRbBj1tlmktQKF5IvBSEPxunS8TJMCAJfgak6R-Fr6a4xkA/s4032/IMG_4800.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMrHOonnHhNBKCW4miVoMobsikRjBbHZ0JJAJdEGwwosd-Lrx1biEBEdg5a18gb6xEj83k_KxDlTvbjgkZk06gSznmt5GhLyuqTlpfA_Mmg_fM4DkchIsQ8I_qQHAA-TUsrURci2cRbBj1tlmktQKF5IvBSEPxunS8TJMCAJfgak6R-Fr6a4xkA/s320/IMG_4800.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared is 43 studs old, I'm 41, and Abishai is 7 studs old!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Afog5EN3M-7qcK3MmPrpSuICVhpILkwdWtUaZFzCuRkuQx0lyOmjZQj4-6DpLdrE0KLizJqPWHn2EAuVixg_0mGU83EC-1gwvaSECeVd4KrgQQw7AULNYU9Q--H16cDHemFkLu63KnNSBXxobtIDepM0dN8q8NnaO8BPckdjB1xRU5t41cqU-Q/s1195/IMG_4804.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="958" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Afog5EN3M-7qcK3MmPrpSuICVhpILkwdWtUaZFzCuRkuQx0lyOmjZQj4-6DpLdrE0KLizJqPWHn2EAuVixg_0mGU83EC-1gwvaSECeVd4KrgQQw7AULNYU9Q--H16cDHemFkLu63KnNSBXxobtIDepM0dN8q8NnaO8BPckdjB1xRU5t41cqU-Q/w514-h640/IMG_4804.JPG" width="514" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Both Michael W. Smith and Jim Daneker posted this on their social media on 4th of July and I think it's awesome. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xY2rfOulpHZOGLeC6QC7dliYBAnipo6fW8GT82lIFvhs-cZ0NttCuyvXecFHUj1rfCqnbrPr2OWjRT9guRHBG3EBlaEmj1DrapZlvfTVkl7KLzVhWUo9DyWqNeEP6TPbW9o4Sr1waiGWvASbpGJHG-1-2l9KL8--VEdLiBNxLixaheCBFoMWng/s603/IMG_4805.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="603" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xY2rfOulpHZOGLeC6QC7dliYBAnipo6fW8GT82lIFvhs-cZ0NttCuyvXecFHUj1rfCqnbrPr2OWjRT9guRHBG3EBlaEmj1DrapZlvfTVkl7KLzVhWUo9DyWqNeEP6TPbW9o4Sr1waiGWvASbpGJHG-1-2l9KL8--VEdLiBNxLixaheCBFoMWng/s320/IMG_4805.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was pretty cool and I found it on one of my hearing friend's FB wall. Her husband is deaf. I'm glad my children have learned sign language and I hope they get to continue their class this fall.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR8UQWgWBt9ck-16j-6WuoqRu2uI0GBzcQ63PKIZ_KUWl1Sb9nAmqkMhllEQVuWexBKghDjXBYtuZV_fw6ZctQHjxbVbqc2Gi7-idba5fPRgjbcw0NwBC6aMkQ8hn6Jz7oiFCWHy3i_0Id4yLSEtk85IxXTvPyTDstuAfgQOz551Q0UtClbu6ng/s1792/IMG_4806.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoR8UQWgWBt9ck-16j-6WuoqRu2uI0GBzcQ63PKIZ_KUWl1Sb9nAmqkMhllEQVuWexBKghDjXBYtuZV_fw6ZctQHjxbVbqc2Gi7-idba5fPRgjbcw0NwBC6aMkQ8hn6Jz7oiFCWHy3i_0Id4yLSEtk85IxXTvPyTDstuAfgQOz551Q0UtClbu6ng/w296-h640/IMG_4806.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, what's with the "Queen of the skies" charade? "Elegant Queen?" Hello! I'm over here!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EvPs_joTYEl4iqpyclRtXxv8IJoqxt8XpRiVObkkN8FkCHR7GUt2eBwLQQUAZlLwpZZHod-yZ3VbRLSyhB6k4Fhg6XcPkBEVmkTxVsMB_55IJ-WUL7P24pnz2-InOk00m3N1Wvr1XDhiFwhf8k6jG9h_m_O9oaRLDtCay9cQOUZHC4RZyiWG9g/s1792/IMG_4807.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EvPs_joTYEl4iqpyclRtXxv8IJoqxt8XpRiVObkkN8FkCHR7GUt2eBwLQQUAZlLwpZZHod-yZ3VbRLSyhB6k4Fhg6XcPkBEVmkTxVsMB_55IJ-WUL7P24pnz2-InOk00m3N1Wvr1XDhiFwhf8k6jG9h_m_O9oaRLDtCay9cQOUZHC4RZyiWG9g/w296-h640/IMG_4807.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A verse I was thinking about when reflecting on my family of origin's past, the parts that I don't have a clue about because it was never talked about. I'm thinking it wasn't talked about because it wasn't good at all. And while we have had relationships with all of our relatives, something's always been off. You can definitely redeem those pasts and stop the actual sin, like alcoholism, but there's still damage that trickles down for the next few generations.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCv8qtc349Ja1hv605BBYZbxPzxVfOEzcbVNhg1vIyXIO2ja8NNQNXA0RG1YUdtwZnoT9ne-LWdEDNBLTeo0Gb6QLD2JG58ET_TVHGAka-w0ETgt1sPiaQu0U1-R5c3fFJmHs3NUZbpR8_AV90CAdB3LUnQPmyPUL2FnbNQbnEKoQn4tTT4wEhw/s4032/IMG_4811.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCv8qtc349Ja1hv605BBYZbxPzxVfOEzcbVNhg1vIyXIO2ja8NNQNXA0RG1YUdtwZnoT9ne-LWdEDNBLTeo0Gb6QLD2JG58ET_TVHGAka-w0ETgt1sPiaQu0U1-R5c3fFJmHs3NUZbpR8_AV90CAdB3LUnQPmyPUL2FnbNQbnEKoQn4tTT4wEhw/s320/IMG_4811.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This guy plopped down out of the sky at me onto my desk late last night. I'm so tired of bugs in my house! It was huge! And it was a flying insect, too! No, it wasn't a lightning bug or a hornet or bee. But I did get out the foaming spray for that kind of insect and sprayed him well. I think I got him, but he fell into a pile of stuff and now I can't find him. He must have fallen behind my desk. There's a crack between the desk and the wall. Oh well. He's gone and no longer bothering me. Grrrr, what's with the bugs! Maybe because it's super hot outside that they are coming inside so they don't burn up? I don't know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjrDcaRDBt1yidJ1wFd4pS6VLEzmA9g5B0WVi8TSZya0uwPSS_gdGeNH2uH-nDo9x2D0HyHLamwkx64fxaJHjzlpqZCxV7efzEfhTPRCLYqM0eI491_JOeUFR_ku86eJACH8zBOfBj7zyMsyHWJlWZeqhXJYca1iJHTiz2lwVFdOCzO0nmpmwuA/s4032/IMG_4812.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjrDcaRDBt1yidJ1wFd4pS6VLEzmA9g5B0WVi8TSZya0uwPSS_gdGeNH2uH-nDo9x2D0HyHLamwkx64fxaJHjzlpqZCxV7efzEfhTPRCLYqM0eI491_JOeUFR_ku86eJACH8zBOfBj7zyMsyHWJlWZeqhXJYca1iJHTiz2lwVFdOCzO0nmpmwuA/s320/IMG_4812.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared made my morning tea extra special this morning with coconut milk, whipping cream, and cinnamon. It was very good. He's been a great comfort today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNURAJ-_uOjDoYEZxJj2G0Q4POVuTjq-fsHxRf8p4QmPOaLzna0gG8dYcDzIu5p8j-jkFQ65gxzeAl9tJAr-LYglCLR6KVYxvVyb50rswWyUfINrH7D1VnRYTAH7crmVwO_WxWOY2Qgx1BhfIMWvy_KTQiorCmnrYMBeZq5fuUtNJxrDr1d2Rjw/s4032/IMG_4813.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNURAJ-_uOjDoYEZxJj2G0Q4POVuTjq-fsHxRf8p4QmPOaLzna0gG8dYcDzIu5p8j-jkFQ65gxzeAl9tJAr-LYglCLR6KVYxvVyb50rswWyUfINrH7D1VnRYTAH7crmVwO_WxWOY2Qgx1BhfIMWvy_KTQiorCmnrYMBeZq5fuUtNJxrDr1d2Rjw/s320/IMG_4813.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Abishai, the best comforter in the world. He's so observant, like a golden retriever. He knew I was crying, and he came over and asked. We were straight with him, like I always am. I don't hide much from my kids. Never have. I want them to learn how to cope and now they have and they give me space and see how I come out of it and still care for them through my pain. Anyway, he put his brand new stuffie, he named him Dive, that he got on Monday at the parade, on the countertop to keep me company. Isn't he so sweet?! Abishai is the best and he brings so much joy and love wherever he goes. He's so spunky, but he's also so caring and gentle with people. He's like the perfect example of Jesus (except when he gets mad of course). He's got such a shepherding heart. Such a people person. Oh my Abishai, stay close. It's the sweetest kid I know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJgRf33zdnTcxXKbZeEl8eSBAv5_bf9VZh8XWu7_SS6QdNlu-TIn_P4ID_Ebge3uISkb31q4b9sXUvFJTwyQmEPjnG9Jlk-mPNx0RQoiIFfxPKrW4DTEFL7HyXPbIwHPrYmU68poa7KSgQiFovaitXJYlGyET-LdVqlMjdISPzGF5bmxvsStjZw/s1440/IMG_4814.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJgRf33zdnTcxXKbZeEl8eSBAv5_bf9VZh8XWu7_SS6QdNlu-TIn_P4ID_Ebge3uISkb31q4b9sXUvFJTwyQmEPjnG9Jlk-mPNx0RQoiIFfxPKrW4DTEFL7HyXPbIwHPrYmU68poa7KSgQiFovaitXJYlGyET-LdVqlMjdISPzGF5bmxvsStjZw/w640-h360/IMG_4814.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I stole this from Jim Danaker's social media page. Michael W. Smith and crew are on an Alaskan cruise with a bunch of Friends Online peeps and it was Smittyoke night. Smittyoke is when the band will play the song you want to sing to and yes, you get up there and sing your heart out. It sounds so much fun! And you don't have to sing well, either. It's all about having fun! Man, I wish I could go on the cruises. I would have a blast! But these fellas and the rest of the behind the scenes crew, they have so much fun and love all the fans. It's awesome! And I totally would go up there and sing my little heart out! Mighty mouse me would be shaking like a leaf but man, that would be incredible! Everybody is posting pictures and sometimes videos and sharing it all with us back at home. Because Friends Online is awesome like that and we share with each other. We might be a tad jealous that we couldn't go, but we live through the others that did go this time. It's so sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1XEkdaCynlgb3VXjssFLinATxZ2HNfE3Dz07_0K0-JPYtaN9KMXltGIXS8WJ9auEsL6MSS-3lPPGG4sGu8QMaearTESJiQKaS3aXHDhRAXtbJ6hbV3-v4QMIWYUWRpe-U0bcvmS6SYZoJhRxbGY_O0sYdKVzrnRjHwfKUKxWc3LEfwXasrjTCQ/s4032/IMG_4815.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ1XEkdaCynlgb3VXjssFLinATxZ2HNfE3Dz07_0K0-JPYtaN9KMXltGIXS8WJ9auEsL6MSS-3lPPGG4sGu8QMaearTESJiQKaS3aXHDhRAXtbJ6hbV3-v4QMIWYUWRpe-U0bcvmS6SYZoJhRxbGY_O0sYdKVzrnRjHwfKUKxWc3LEfwXasrjTCQ/s320/IMG_4815.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Facebook reminded me that it's Stefanie's fiance's birthday today! Happy birthday John!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawHRIT0051gbRAsKg8hxVuazt8ImYJCQwsZAab5RfboWP9KIoyrZbqleLzfllRwB458KVuX1YNrGuCaaO7iQ2q87-TO4onDP5DtLwv_kBZomeAVKkCefgbuPgN37rq_-4kd6SwmJm-yQPedzBb09dMo-lszqT8I9TyRe7ugyfHChqaqKhEKLKQg/s4032/IMG_4816.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawHRIT0051gbRAsKg8hxVuazt8ImYJCQwsZAab5RfboWP9KIoyrZbqleLzfllRwB458KVuX1YNrGuCaaO7iQ2q87-TO4onDP5DtLwv_kBZomeAVKkCefgbuPgN37rq_-4kd6SwmJm-yQPedzBb09dMo-lszqT8I9TyRe7ugyfHChqaqKhEKLKQg/w300-h400/IMG_4816.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally got John added to my phone calendar list, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FnUgqLhHQLu94M8W5v_25ZEK5mBdwiDOK356RgICDiuVJMWe7eWzu4k7zIZU_BJsrtEh6dikkvqksiomhTlP0PAKSAwiMezUHtq0TsOOY0lYrU_mXtMsXXQxvy76FhosTLb8UH_3mm7UevZz6JehzcQWyRGM4VL_KtbOM7d1vdHzL9PjlZYWyg/s604/IMG_4817.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="604" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FnUgqLhHQLu94M8W5v_25ZEK5mBdwiDOK356RgICDiuVJMWe7eWzu4k7zIZU_BJsrtEh6dikkvqksiomhTlP0PAKSAwiMezUHtq0TsOOY0lYrU_mXtMsXXQxvy76FhosTLb8UH_3mm7UevZz6JehzcQWyRGM4VL_KtbOM7d1vdHzL9PjlZYWyg/w640-h480/IMG_4817.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scrolling through the photo albums on FB to find a couple of photos of my Aunt Katie and I and found some other great ones. Some people have been saying that Abishai looks like Benaiah. I totally disagree. Benaiah was pudgy by the time he was 7 like in this picture. And Abishai has bluer eyes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYaWE0brxcD5AXhDPCmuRjjsutEnMgVp734Rsl31a6UujC4eSghgfl7tENXPa8bJ0vaRL-hJnaOxofHR2SqJckJAtJ2tZHdb9ndJX4PdWzwWl6K5PrMOf0LnuN5hYyE5CPmTyIt7OK28BEMqnyccv6qtIq_sYMpaxI80GHBtO5au-mdg0mWUkqA/s604/IMG_4818.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="453" data-original-width="604" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIYaWE0brxcD5AXhDPCmuRjjsutEnMgVp734Rsl31a6UujC4eSghgfl7tENXPa8bJ0vaRL-hJnaOxofHR2SqJckJAtJ2tZHdb9ndJX4PdWzwWl6K5PrMOf0LnuN5hYyE5CPmTyIt7OK28BEMqnyccv6qtIq_sYMpaxI80GHBtO5au-mdg0mWUkqA/w640-h480/IMG_4818.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A younger Justin but yeah, I think Abishai looks more like Justin than Benaiah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy372doHrZQec0_12Y_zd12enF2TomEk3pOm9vvu0r8HfDS-vWsTUSVZyOVJYPD1w3k3P2hNbCc3pTknO1_SGcHM-yIj_80KtMCaFOxTr1oDO-cemwwJujT1vipbcQ8OItl2dUeSNLtzvH2YkKEJPW5_TXkkheyFNR3LmjzXlnhvvLW2xaoOOhOw/s2048/IMG_4819.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy372doHrZQec0_12Y_zd12enF2TomEk3pOm9vvu0r8HfDS-vWsTUSVZyOVJYPD1w3k3P2hNbCc3pTknO1_SGcHM-yIj_80KtMCaFOxTr1oDO-cemwwJujT1vipbcQ8OItl2dUeSNLtzvH2YkKEJPW5_TXkkheyFNR3LmjzXlnhvvLW2xaoOOhOw/w480-h640/IMG_4819.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> Baby Auggie! He's almost 12 now! Auggie is my sister Stef's son. They are the ones that just moved to Texas.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHHDgssLJzWXKkfUyIS41XwpZ-X0xGtEgP1HeJdM-SL_V40PiCgiD-PsSqJE1wNYCv1dv8et0-E6UH4MdYKW_4E7_OysfNtZno0fDQmBVdNe5gjvJz59HCvYBtWS-XqeFfzrdJrSRvffaBptr9-8AxCZuY2qFYIUhwnXeIV71EfWrZxeGW30K8Q/s2048/IMG_4820.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHHDgssLJzWXKkfUyIS41XwpZ-X0xGtEgP1HeJdM-SL_V40PiCgiD-PsSqJE1wNYCv1dv8et0-E6UH4MdYKW_4E7_OysfNtZno0fDQmBVdNe5gjvJz59HCvYBtWS-XqeFfzrdJrSRvffaBptr9-8AxCZuY2qFYIUhwnXeIV71EfWrZxeGW30K8Q/w640-h480/IMG_4820.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my top favs!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9GwPD5wsrrfPoHtmvEaHOkq8x7SpgCVf7carsbHFsboZkP-LJkKHFeWOn1GRHN02D0GyH66_w_J1WAli1Saecx2g7LRuuIzjZwjG6cda-V0NWgDGfZ8KwuMo7kYO8kNbzFjeb4SHgDFLZSQVnDiLi-tCr8Mu6jDnuc_yUyAzKuUGRzxDN4EUgA/s913/IMG_4821.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="913" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA9GwPD5wsrrfPoHtmvEaHOkq8x7SpgCVf7carsbHFsboZkP-LJkKHFeWOn1GRHN02D0GyH66_w_J1WAli1Saecx2g7LRuuIzjZwjG6cda-V0NWgDGfZ8KwuMo7kYO8kNbzFjeb4SHgDFLZSQVnDiLi-tCr8Mu6jDnuc_yUyAzKuUGRzxDN4EUgA/w640-h448/IMG_4821.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pigtails! This is why Keturah hates pigtails now, lol. She's 4 and Justin is 7.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAfDpibgIALzBDlK_aqPn8IId41dYqVDlytB-INejeHLB-TFiel9WxU6_7k21xe1b0De55BFSH-fdBTLQXsWwVeLi4v1_MWe7t4YWhn4CFGPPCi-UeBpcSHln9sL53aBy1YlBTn67lj2HoICT9pyG5y4ochUq9cdSFA6HYldJJBkXexegwLyyGw/s720/IMG_4822.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="596" data-original-width="720" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAfDpibgIALzBDlK_aqPn8IId41dYqVDlytB-INejeHLB-TFiel9WxU6_7k21xe1b0De55BFSH-fdBTLQXsWwVeLi4v1_MWe7t4YWhn4CFGPPCi-UeBpcSHln9sL53aBy1YlBTn67lj2HoICT9pyG5y4ochUq9cdSFA6HYldJJBkXexegwLyyGw/w640-h530/IMG_4822.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, right before Canada, so 4, 10, 7. Cuties! Out near the monuments downtown.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPdPRmL723AViv47azLYKxyfLibjMe4qy1lWX7RaGwXZty_gpejR-KFyTp0H7aujZtZWqyyUwbJ2TkcW4Y9w2Q-gtujeocMSiQl1A7PPiF3LD6EDUBbsLSp7qFXD12-QvzxqwCNs18HDKbhWHUgrHxiesXZLWqZNUlgb737zMIZYqOLS-SPqDRQ/s456/IMG_4823.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="456" data-original-width="456" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMPdPRmL723AViv47azLYKxyfLibjMe4qy1lWX7RaGwXZty_gpejR-KFyTp0H7aujZtZWqyyUwbJ2TkcW4Y9w2Q-gtujeocMSiQl1A7PPiF3LD6EDUBbsLSp7qFXD12-QvzxqwCNs18HDKbhWHUgrHxiesXZLWqZNUlgb737zMIZYqOLS-SPqDRQ/w640-h640/IMG_4823.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little baby Melinda with my Aunt Katie. Circa 1982 I think. I was a pretty baby.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv1TSf_Z9usbOp7ilcABIYzJ0G5ymGTXFBRMnbG_7xsja087UTj-FNdwVsQ18X5SaAGdmFBQ9h7vuTmJCgR7PARLjA4PvdBNDs3XqgHMhmKkldnyE8sNibJ75O_31wtzZN0wEeYvavKCULaqayRU7u4Ck2cv7xuC6vAlU4K6_el7NF23jU0RdgDQ/s960/IMG_4824.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv1TSf_Z9usbOp7ilcABIYzJ0G5ymGTXFBRMnbG_7xsja087UTj-FNdwVsQ18X5SaAGdmFBQ9h7vuTmJCgR7PARLjA4PvdBNDs3XqgHMhmKkldnyE8sNibJ75O_31wtzZN0wEeYvavKCULaqayRU7u4Ck2cv7xuC6vAlU4K6_el7NF23jU0RdgDQ/w640-h480/IMG_4824.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At my Dad's funeral, September 2011. Benaiah age 9. My grandmother, Nana Howell, my Aunt Katie, and me. (I totally wore the wrong shirt, yuck!).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhtaAB-hZWCupXU7p3dB50XxA-smYkz1y3KEDfAUAwHlGo1a7loVKgcxiAUQff58-rJi8mbmXNtU8z9yGWmApETuztOwNNpHlz4o_bXP9nYWTIBnIEGldjRuoCZlX8RPjURDlZe0ezVbqB5o1hrRB2VVNjsOUTqCkso2ZSoFQCrSCdvOhBaJfhQ/s1792/IMG_4828.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhtaAB-hZWCupXU7p3dB50XxA-smYkz1y3KEDfAUAwHlGo1a7loVKgcxiAUQff58-rJi8mbmXNtU8z9yGWmApETuztOwNNpHlz4o_bXP9nYWTIBnIEGldjRuoCZlX8RPjURDlZe0ezVbqB5o1hrRB2VVNjsOUTqCkso2ZSoFQCrSCdvOhBaJfhQ/w185-h400/IMG_4828.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Quick check of temps on this hot day. I think we'd all like to be in Michigan by the lake right now. Holland, Michigan where Justin and Keturah are at CIY Move.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfKt1gMP4ezfONPt84hQxXxcNxaktOfIQg_hFFeTM4BvspQJ4fAlFJCSyaEPFSRwIfh6Xjl62TzJfXi-myASqwgoGcUf1DSvfqSvgptj8ySckyg3bDKPDV8buHE9_soX6KVKK54smx2tcaDZ3G2lt4YSxORN2I-B0gls3M2g3ZrZHKIj2ioNH-A/s1792/IMG_4829.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfKt1gMP4ezfONPt84hQxXxcNxaktOfIQg_hFFeTM4BvspQJ4fAlFJCSyaEPFSRwIfh6Xjl62TzJfXi-myASqwgoGcUf1DSvfqSvgptj8ySckyg3bDKPDV8buHE9_soX6KVKK54smx2tcaDZ3G2lt4YSxORN2I-B0gls3M2g3ZrZHKIj2ioNH-A/w185-h400/IMG_4829.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John, Stef, and Auggie<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjutdYpaOSCw83aTsD5wUhfldk7T3waOCFBlqYl3NYI8EavDsHqKkApwdBixqtrPzWe10a-nYLGJst7V1NEMBMuk9rugeNARwqUy9QVRnT7IOLsVS-X7m4q34kJMuBq8DZDDiIcS7s4TYHFe3A2isb-lrTWiuenBTEG4MCyFxNlmvKgriwDQ1Dg/s1792/IMG_4830.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjutdYpaOSCw83aTsD5wUhfldk7T3waOCFBlqYl3NYI8EavDsHqKkApwdBixqtrPzWe10a-nYLGJst7V1NEMBMuk9rugeNARwqUy9QVRnT7IOLsVS-X7m4q34kJMuBq8DZDDiIcS7s4TYHFe3A2isb-lrTWiuenBTEG4MCyFxNlmvKgriwDQ1Dg/w185-h400/IMG_4830.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us and J2<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGWy5u5yg7EdvoVzv5NIUD2C_4TSE33eTcWjnDYwzWzbA1kAxuTlKur7bLHjP1W38iv5y6JwBtLKXxAyHk7UsRN7eJMFSZmaFUZ5gqoRqA-hjNZ7EgKnrldtVReh0_Y6QKBEt4INFjTcuxKbR_Zhky1ftuPImtmFIDZIdi1sISTM8i_ay6CS-lg/s1792/IMG_4831.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPGWy5u5yg7EdvoVzv5NIUD2C_4TSE33eTcWjnDYwzWzbA1kAxuTlKur7bLHjP1W38iv5y6JwBtLKXxAyHk7UsRN7eJMFSZmaFUZ5gqoRqA-hjNZ7EgKnrldtVReh0_Y6QKBEt4INFjTcuxKbR_Zhky1ftuPImtmFIDZIdi1sISTM8i_ay6CS-lg/w185-h400/IMG_4831.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Would be J4, but they were still in Memphis, Tennessee visiting Shauna's sister.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67FQgk3NgD15FKbp3nTbtmsLJ1CDH7yv2_kNhHtCeiP4jhz381Gn8Q0ilwf-rmzdZoRb7Ud9vFh3MteL1JuVbYy3eAH_0TyYrjDdA03l8FDPI9-V_krbs7s6oXVGJuj4BuZ8wbUNLuhGlE3LWjdDJh4ZJSzC3psr-629Ey3qb4MRHjkK5XTYr8w/s1792/IMG_4832.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67FQgk3NgD15FKbp3nTbtmsLJ1CDH7yv2_kNhHtCeiP4jhz381Gn8Q0ilwf-rmzdZoRb7Ud9vFh3MteL1JuVbYy3eAH_0TyYrjDdA03l8FDPI9-V_krbs7s6oXVGJuj4BuZ8wbUNLuhGlE3LWjdDJh4ZJSzC3psr-629Ey3qb4MRHjkK5XTYr8w/w296-h640/IMG_4832.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do the math. Move north, not south.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPaVOAabERGnIX28KYL3BZIGwVJCL_Xr8xR2urduATvKP9xSji5nhhdzc7bWLr12DkkyngkgILLuVOWSb-FzqdS_k0bGYhodPW2dyHrKFKZKMS7DcPs8P50ZW4Erk-WxMnhfBgeUNq8Mfj24PuxTRMaue9ptmUsHu_TMNr_WXMIirzNF_E8bO0IA/s3520/IMG_4833.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPaVOAabERGnIX28KYL3BZIGwVJCL_Xr8xR2urduATvKP9xSji5nhhdzc7bWLr12DkkyngkgILLuVOWSb-FzqdS_k0bGYhodPW2dyHrKFKZKMS7DcPs8P50ZW4Erk-WxMnhfBgeUNq8Mfj24PuxTRMaue9ptmUsHu_TMNr_WXMIirzNF_E8bO0IA/s320/IMG_4833.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai can read all the words on the Chick Fil A placard!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZBQqm_foKH8YqZgCCHW6vxe_w4mEYK5gxKPlBR7HyDEnnBbcFroJyWwiby6fzGqQ5J1qR4380ZAaUfxuSAGMwCl-hNbnwNEVdWqrbo5LK_GgpWS0MTDBn_mKsiarYXPaAVLfv6aaovYB4_p-zScg0V9nci1IKQxC7tZiN0_CRI5aofjJ-aK8Gg/s4032/IMG_4836.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZBQqm_foKH8YqZgCCHW6vxe_w4mEYK5gxKPlBR7HyDEnnBbcFroJyWwiby6fzGqQ5J1qR4380ZAaUfxuSAGMwCl-hNbnwNEVdWqrbo5LK_GgpWS0MTDBn_mKsiarYXPaAVLfv6aaovYB4_p-zScg0V9nci1IKQxC7tZiN0_CRI5aofjJ-aK8Gg/w400-h300/IMG_4836.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">CFA treat while on staycation! Yum! Cherry Coke for me, kids' meal for Abishai, sandwich for Jared.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQSK2Po07IGdO1-PKGw55pV4se38DE-QcRhvK_6bHmej69Y5z1hOUuIM2OwodYYVVxaUiv0vBBOw3fYEe9_g_vozPp0gslmI6sNlxvPH95GTDmRT0eCxPNXeGRbvwK84aqiVdT1iKvPkQxr2PgrFpUWbsgY0NmxmSpyEMAzIdPYehX1mvoLT3ag/s1792/IMG_4837.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQSK2Po07IGdO1-PKGw55pV4se38DE-QcRhvK_6bHmej69Y5z1hOUuIM2OwodYYVVxaUiv0vBBOw3fYEe9_g_vozPp0gslmI6sNlxvPH95GTDmRT0eCxPNXeGRbvwK84aqiVdT1iKvPkQxr2PgrFpUWbsgY0NmxmSpyEMAzIdPYehX1mvoLT3ag/w296-h640/IMG_4837.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look who got on the 'gram again! Abishai, you're just too popular, man!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCNYLz8O0OdEU2Mwujnv8viy0F2Ee-d3lT9RfnpyPVbI4jcMhW-xge81s2oT6bRc1DhxOfeVXa11y9vsSnmYn_iXzasSTVWVB3DBP9pR-aUeKnSjiUQQiCxQ5EaZTugIOg4w6RMQBTkrl5DwVgSNcz2aHtRVim80aaqoCv1iR8HBN4Pv05wpQBA/s3520/IMG_4838.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCNYLz8O0OdEU2Mwujnv8viy0F2Ee-d3lT9RfnpyPVbI4jcMhW-xge81s2oT6bRc1DhxOfeVXa11y9vsSnmYn_iXzasSTVWVB3DBP9pR-aUeKnSjiUQQiCxQ5EaZTugIOg4w6RMQBTkrl5DwVgSNcz2aHtRVim80aaqoCv1iR8HBN4Pv05wpQBA/w225-h400/IMG_4838.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who said you can eat Arby's fries during the car wash? <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpa69jglFafdOLyvK3Ps0Kwlhq2oos9nagnUWvXgKGjZvIOoR2nHy24DmtJ4eDOiZTdReJqAcmPJGqvYqhVUNGFiHgHF-H-B6A2lU24gzGqXm6o76tc1z7J7JWtgwshCZ8X133_VjleVGva72_cJMRNMy0fHaVbNQhr7jGxRzQH9YmoV3PlDjfnQ/s3520/IMG_4840.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpa69jglFafdOLyvK3Ps0Kwlhq2oos9nagnUWvXgKGjZvIOoR2nHy24DmtJ4eDOiZTdReJqAcmPJGqvYqhVUNGFiHgHF-H-B6A2lU24gzGqXm6o76tc1z7J7JWtgwshCZ8X133_VjleVGva72_cJMRNMy0fHaVbNQhr7jGxRzQH9YmoV3PlDjfnQ/s320/IMG_4840.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reach for the fries!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNrLMfPPi3bTUpdPpirWqqjGdckdp7gVEavCuj1-iG_RxmVyz5pQG7JEQUBR0auUM_Rq_Wpb4Le_VHzJyqP3AnNPNFR2TMFor-wGNN02OA6deVioZ_Vo1-7cbDy2jgtG033mN9Bfu9n0ZQgaBBh-WRdOSP0AvLktxR6COzHvoRGWLz43kCv7y2g/s3520/IMG_4842.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeNrLMfPPi3bTUpdPpirWqqjGdckdp7gVEavCuj1-iG_RxmVyz5pQG7JEQUBR0auUM_Rq_Wpb4Le_VHzJyqP3AnNPNFR2TMFor-wGNN02OA6deVioZ_Vo1-7cbDy2jgtG033mN9Bfu9n0ZQgaBBh-WRdOSP0AvLktxR6COzHvoRGWLz43kCv7y2g/s320/IMG_4842.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More fries!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FwSws-Ikm1tETWjL5DpNDljhGStNG7v7lZ15to8bwvmIWgpmez6emy8sGUJwvYGy0QDbOiaeGlHb6sChp6dhHxdkZdGB4vfS93W5ZDu-FR50f0dY7ajn8TQjLBIF06q80Xcgpu4FA5XgRnBXXjBS52HQno9MgOvZrbqmmeswab1HwkguBUKvQg/s3520/IMG_4843.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FwSws-Ikm1tETWjL5DpNDljhGStNG7v7lZ15to8bwvmIWgpmez6emy8sGUJwvYGy0QDbOiaeGlHb6sChp6dhHxdkZdGB4vfS93W5ZDu-FR50f0dY7ajn8TQjLBIF06q80Xcgpu4FA5XgRnBXXjBS52HQno9MgOvZrbqmmeswab1HwkguBUKvQg/s320/IMG_4843.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finish those fries!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIKR1g-5xnZAa9te4ZDEo2pcDHAh1MiRmOmM5Ga0g7D7yVuEOH-AYFn0m42qqBk-INnbK1NPcMvs8ONYPxhiS-d08Zcb8zMEFDs4DfFA8t8_Pcjc4m9nKjn5-EmDWipCJgpdwVH3x_gE0PmTWdQ2-uNMg_r812brMguKBXJRpnl_7V5f-MYOfwuw/s4032/IMG_4845.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIKR1g-5xnZAa9te4ZDEo2pcDHAh1MiRmOmM5Ga0g7D7yVuEOH-AYFn0m42qqBk-INnbK1NPcMvs8ONYPxhiS-d08Zcb8zMEFDs4DfFA8t8_Pcjc4m9nKjn5-EmDWipCJgpdwVH3x_gE0PmTWdQ2-uNMg_r812brMguKBXJRpnl_7V5f-MYOfwuw/w480-h640/IMG_4845.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having fun at the orange working store, aka Home Depot, one of their favorite father/son places to be! Too cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY1GZdoXAczWuVEalFgyxnKOOSuPX46DKN5_hP5Dvs9SeAXCfLxcpR2NCL0Z8YqZBSFS1cUHbS9zi_udoZ-ZJTv43Mb4Z7YXpXm0v0FiMD9qEICzXhRlVErX9edyOgns8sUlaL4wALjRTZK5xyp9EWrlitGvz9Z0H4oca0ZXNJ3ZmgipUoKnVlw/s4032/IMG_4847.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsY1GZdoXAczWuVEalFgyxnKOOSuPX46DKN5_hP5Dvs9SeAXCfLxcpR2NCL0Z8YqZBSFS1cUHbS9zi_udoZ-ZJTv43Mb4Z7YXpXm0v0FiMD9qEICzXhRlVErX9edyOgns8sUlaL4wALjRTZK5xyp9EWrlitGvz9Z0H4oca0ZXNJ3ZmgipUoKnVlw/w480-h640/IMG_4847.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He can't wait to be in high school so he can volunteer in high school and have a real job. Look at him go! He knows exactly what to do to scan an item!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFFy0mO9SRMVCEXj3YO21a6L7vUQ4447mwnc8q_TPpdvpBMBb9FxBlHrSo-GKtNhJY0rK3x0X31P7gf19KXRmT5YN3Zqgyd770a3WPqB50ApBNL5rOyTRcMPu8VR6Vq9iR30miLN8201753n4WMv0hpTgXk3KX2eUnO3SGd3sbtLHnzZ2e8O8bw/s4032/IMG_4848.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAFFy0mO9SRMVCEXj3YO21a6L7vUQ4447mwnc8q_TPpdvpBMBb9FxBlHrSo-GKtNhJY0rK3x0X31P7gf19KXRmT5YN3Zqgyd770a3WPqB50ApBNL5rOyTRcMPu8VR6Vq9iR30miLN8201753n4WMv0hpTgXk3KX2eUnO3SGd3sbtLHnzZ2e8O8bw/w480-h640/IMG_4848.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We haven't had rain in weeks! Come on clouds! Release some water, please!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUecJZRqaK67GoM0q-QogAXU9q0zddBgf5yjv_jfMTty50-fHluRYOAK4u7z0l8haUAZGr302Am-2eNjKIuTxvE_ohzoeLyuJfi7XKOZGSCRZvOIsrpqVpFSpVT2sVvS7vsY1l8eiTgGfnSad3mPpKvPuZtfzki03ohMMKQnvQeBl4UWXjxfLKtA/s2048/IMG_3581.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUecJZRqaK67GoM0q-QogAXU9q0zddBgf5yjv_jfMTty50-fHluRYOAK4u7z0l8haUAZGr302Am-2eNjKIuTxvE_ohzoeLyuJfi7XKOZGSCRZvOIsrpqVpFSpVT2sVvS7vsY1l8eiTgGfnSad3mPpKvPuZtfzki03ohMMKQnvQeBl4UWXjxfLKtA/s320/IMG_3581.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day, another sweet treat for Keturah, more Kilwin's ice cream for Keturah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfDyNilk_zk5AZRsIGzyN4XwAUMKWFZzdSQypbq-mx0LPBvxHbQyaG9fkB8GYYewjV2R25U0VWOjZ6jqi4rNSZ0c0x-coeuWe3PLQrx0OeO02_RrwEdCRufMiJFVk9cK6sPXSEQ0ESyH-4o5ZxowTHvO349ER_3sBOGwaGqVQHiz7YaKMspYMFA/s3520/IMG_4850.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfDyNilk_zk5AZRsIGzyN4XwAUMKWFZzdSQypbq-mx0LPBvxHbQyaG9fkB8GYYewjV2R25U0VWOjZ6jqi4rNSZ0c0x-coeuWe3PLQrx0OeO02_RrwEdCRufMiJFVk9cK6sPXSEQ0ESyH-4o5ZxowTHvO349ER_3sBOGwaGqVQHiz7YaKMspYMFA/s320/IMG_4850.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He was doing so well and then it tipped over. Bummers! Justin is away at CIY, so it's up to Abishai to do some of the extra chores, and since Keturah is gone, Mommy has to chip in as well. Whoops! He will bring the empty trash can back up the driveway in the morning as always. Abishai seems to like doing chores and proving he's as big as the big kids. He's always a big helper. And he really is a big helper and super strong. He can carry a full basket full of clean laundry from the dryer to our bedroom. He will use the big shovel to lift the mulch into the wheelbarrow. He'll try to make his own food all the time, including cutting it with a big boy knife. He tries lots of new things every day. He never ceases to amaze me. He had a great Tang Soo Do class as well, getting a lot of the little techniques down for his kicks and punches. He got to be in the front row again and say the 10 qualities or whatever they are. He's so cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWapr5wFc-DD_TkaHNi4z39_KppjWM6wzBHOTbyrs0MA6pi8CGcGQFlxc7aMF1fOWJ_I7l-hcj-tu-OYeCOFmHoTVaqwbjLhRSRHIuQZreHBwq2Xg1C-gHh0PfiGDtAyZzrl6DoEONniWVROYa5f1ww4YCpFF_wqGihP8hae5zd-5RIIWSwnwkA/s3520/IMG_4853.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWapr5wFc-DD_TkaHNi4z39_KppjWM6wzBHOTbyrs0MA6pi8CGcGQFlxc7aMF1fOWJ_I7l-hcj-tu-OYeCOFmHoTVaqwbjLhRSRHIuQZreHBwq2Xg1C-gHh0PfiGDtAyZzrl6DoEONniWVROYa5f1ww4YCpFF_wqGihP8hae5zd-5RIIWSwnwkA/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then Abishai likes to troll and fight with his Daddy with the Nerf guns. He's good at fixing Nerf guns, too. I've got to get all my boys together and have an epic Nerf gun battle someday. It would be awesome! Socks even came over to me to tell me that they were fighting. Yes, I know, Socks, it's ok, let them giggle and fall over. No harm done.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1Xe_K8tX6-0KqkMVD7L7qVHTSV7cl7BFsc_ojgBGqo9KpAUjx0zFfu8NO1JMTSe2VFkh_rbKbWPZ4hGYnQom9w6GD7I0Ruyh4ry9WDSZQcSyBGEwNbswTfyakglpzDY1K7v4jky__KmOA7WIwInl0PAo27k3UhYFdnzaGcLIUTwVXfPp4MWkSQ/s3520/IMG_4854.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1Xe_K8tX6-0KqkMVD7L7qVHTSV7cl7BFsc_ojgBGqo9KpAUjx0zFfu8NO1JMTSe2VFkh_rbKbWPZ4hGYnQom9w6GD7I0Ruyh4ry9WDSZQcSyBGEwNbswTfyakglpzDY1K7v4jky__KmOA7WIwInl0PAo27k3UhYFdnzaGcLIUTwVXfPp4MWkSQ/s320/IMG_4854.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz8ovTTv7ApJS7PsSMivzf1FiJ7i58h4kWSbOJNDNoyVe5rBAQEp-F9jlSuB0_n5jFy44fJZ3FiV6ymZOSoFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyZ_R6deyVDDyzxnzHw3JDxkx6P33MW9Cy9MP7pZvsvs4BF7ih7hBgVMCu_UA16scwLh8UzpNibtcq49jtooQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNnf_uUMUqhtGXVVm3ZK8_vK68WXG-nx4wFEydwizRI7ThFl7D_cmT5eG3Mm2Ea5D6XUMZAZhxnc1_LpQy8w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzN8lK1DGDtnxPxTrXpbQ6ZUZ7yT6hWiC-npflakTfEFPwcSzDYyRgwZZGerP7nBXOLS2tOVEUfTV0IFomPyA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyeMVCorS6Lw-JbgvmzDHBzz_iDt-7jj2cxwptkVqS0f_GlhMpCTYhL1xzLv67Qvkut42KOGQee84UInmuX1Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy3njCRb27_Y4LMVgAsRmOdSXheQKFp4JOV8tedsPHxlxL1ZFUqjOpNVMCqmyr8-u-BvYJqc6dUOb0p5ckSdQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVfP6QtDu4tY0REZUnCJtPIEBb_qaD1MS9CHAMDUuM_tl9zoAnmPmWwbzzVFOjFFZBc1bQw8RWhApYBloBJfcu5SPlE9f9IXlUHGOw3d7drKZQSY2WSRIl4JTt5EGqCtsf374drXtDkgSnHfkBj-cuJwXYCg9SVbCpwBN0b8sUDAsFZSnRLVyFg/s4032/IMG_4826.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVVfP6QtDu4tY0REZUnCJtPIEBb_qaD1MS9CHAMDUuM_tl9zoAnmPmWwbzzVFOjFFZBc1bQw8RWhApYBloBJfcu5SPlE9f9IXlUHGOw3d7drKZQSY2WSRIl4JTt5EGqCtsf374drXtDkgSnHfkBj-cuJwXYCg9SVbCpwBN0b8sUDAsFZSnRLVyFg/w640-h480/IMG_4826.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got my impromptu Lilla Rose order today and it made me cry, too, because it reminded me of my Aunt Katie as well. First, of course, was the dog paw print, her love for animals, especially dogs. Then the butterfly, which is a symbol for fibromyalgia, which is not why I bought it but it fits. I just thought it looked beautiful with all the colors. The tree of life, self explanatory with the family tree and heritage stuff. The poppy, which is way bigger than I thought it was going to be, doesn't relate to my Aunt, and it's a little late for this year, but it's for Canada Day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_7azJ8gkdRUscVLZdGz4mw8BxlHmop5sW2sZ0--Oi8tUAKWZ-oNwGcA9XcerqBfOSqMWxOu62gAjhlgLaQRgmfqoOZgqIkPFisgtoOUxHUhkTz4x-EbP1qeKYO74fLyfR_cJH25_lXCgeDBA0vt5z_0ywYy7oyj43t2EC_wNxN-Y33UJL_rjVA/s4032/IMG_4827.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje_7azJ8gkdRUscVLZdGz4mw8BxlHmop5sW2sZ0--Oi8tUAKWZ-oNwGcA9XcerqBfOSqMWxOu62gAjhlgLaQRgmfqoOZgqIkPFisgtoOUxHUhkTz4x-EbP1qeKYO74fLyfR_cJH25_lXCgeDBA0vt5z_0ywYy7oyj43t2EC_wNxN-Y33UJL_rjVA/w640-h480/IMG_4827.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ball of yarn is for my mother, but my Aunt Katie also did some handicrafts, taught to her by my mother, mostly, and she did mostly crochet. I wanted this one in the small size, but they were out of stock, so the xtra small had to do. The Singer sewing machine is a tad goofy with it's size and multi colors but of course I just HAD to have it since my mother had a REAL Singer sewing machine, the heaviest sewing machine, and a REAL table and all. I still have it, too. So I'll wear it when I'm missing her and want to wear fun colors. Lady Liberty is what caught my eye this month and I thought it was a great way to update my 4th of July collection. I have some decent size small flexi clips, but by getting Lady Liberty without any red, white and blue, I can wear it any time of the year when I'm feeling a little bit political or want to flex my freedom muscles. And lastly, they still had this maple leaf green beaded one from a few years ago FOTM, so I grabbed it to replace my medium sized version of it since I'm a small size now thanks to Covid. I do wear a lot of browns and greens so I will get a lot of use out of it throughout the fall and sometimes year round. Yes, I did get my stylist discount plus extra discount, and yes, it still cost a pretty penny, but it's my birthday month. And I needed to expand my collection of smalls. What do you think I should wear first? <br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnZyRFSaH-uET2wBLdVZVuUowF6ugVUoVGlRjvpuFUxn1-hlBEXo-mQI-9WgBMi2RBgjT-XgMPMbkxjLdzw4YvR2XdxjqtZ36Rzwb9ecJ0x7r6ZcSAZWB9AODDzhPiSZnkGFvPsFlS9n2KZvoBuraaxk4SvMJwKXloZgl0g2AQv8FyM1xiJhtjA/s4032/IMG_4856.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnZyRFSaH-uET2wBLdVZVuUowF6ugVUoVGlRjvpuFUxn1-hlBEXo-mQI-9WgBMi2RBgjT-XgMPMbkxjLdzw4YvR2XdxjqtZ36Rzwb9ecJ0x7r6ZcSAZWB9AODDzhPiSZnkGFvPsFlS9n2KZvoBuraaxk4SvMJwKXloZgl0g2AQv8FyM1xiJhtjA/w480-h640/IMG_4856.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOutMxQiKh6bhhpILAQ4Fu93G4f6oS9ldNSPq6SEc84KudGZbFvc70t9Chtcz2abBNuFSTZq_QDvWp3agnnI7nw3mSWPLZo0OVWXSyaQ2VeYDSBWiqvqjcx4ztN9baS0S1JaP8hb2r0a6ALujjARRSbXJWqFpWBXARq6eT8iFyn23DVPxzZ5uzw/s4032/IMG_4857.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfOutMxQiKh6bhhpILAQ4Fu93G4f6oS9ldNSPq6SEc84KudGZbFvc70t9Chtcz2abBNuFSTZq_QDvWp3agnnI7nw3mSWPLZo0OVWXSyaQ2VeYDSBWiqvqjcx4ztN9baS0S1JaP8hb2r0a6ALujjARRSbXJWqFpWBXARq6eT8iFyn23DVPxzZ5uzw/w480-h640/IMG_4857.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Aunt Katie gave me a lot of books about horses and she gave me some of her horse models and a love for animals. Perhaps someone gave her this book because it is authored by an Aunt Katie. She turned around and gifted it to Benaiah when we were visiting at some point. How sweet is that? I'm not sure anyone read it until I read it to Abishai this past year. It was a really sweet read, too. It sits with the rest of the horse and special animal books in Keturah's room.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>Thursday - Work Day</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- After having a lot of mental health days this week, it was time to get to work! Actually, Rick May is coming at 8:15am on Friday morning, so I had to finish clearing out the sunroom so the two electrical outlets were exposed for him. It wasn't a huge mental job, just a huge physical job. Jared helped with the heaviest of lifting, but I did have to lean over and vacuum the rest of the aloe plant mishap from a month ago and that took a ton of work. The aloe plant used up whatever was in the soil and turned it into light colored sand and so it was hard to see and it got into all kinds of places. I wasn't expecting that. Then I started to think about actually organizing the books and putting them back on the shelf and I'm glad I didn't proceed. I would have been at it for another couple of hours, and I didn't have it in me just now to do that bit. Jared had come in to check on me and told me to stop and just do what was necessary. Good call. Today wasn't about about sorting or decisions, it was just about moving things out of the way. I still have time left this summer for a bit more of the sorting and decision type projects. Let's get this eletrical outlet turned around, the pool hooked up, the water in, and get the kids out there playing. Then I can do the sorting and be in the sunroom listening to them play and looking out the window from time to time to keep an eye on things. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- So, once I got the corner done, I did the rest of the vacuuming including the edges of the hallway where the dog hair collects and oh my, the leaning over did me in. I was done. It hurt so bad. My lower back is so weak. Wow. It took awhile before it would settle down while I was laying down on the couch. And even that was hard because there's no circulation in that room and it was hot today and the fabric and I get sweaty together. Ugh. I had the light on because I was trying to fix a shirt and it was just unbearable because the light is super hot and bright. Now that I bought some new bulbs, I might switch it out. I like the bright light for projects, but it's too hot in the summer. I looked at a different handicraft project as well, but wasn't comfortable working on it today. I kept up with everything else. I wanted to make a nice meal but Jared ate lunch late, Abishai doesn't care, and I was in the middle of my project when lunch came around and that's when I want to make them. It's too hot to make them in the evenings right now. Sigh. Oh well.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- So, I rested and Abishai had tablet time this afternoon. He was stir crazy this morning so I sent him out to do 5 laps in the backyard this morning. He did them and stuck to the fenceline the whole entire time! He was much calmer when he came in. The exercise really helps his hyperactivity. He was literally running laps back and forth in the house. It was overcast and 85 degrees outside. His body can handle it. Mine can't. So out he went. And it worked, as always. And that's another reason I have insisted on all these outside toys and equipment. It's for him. It's not just to spoil my kids or make us look like we have everything everyone else has. It's for Abishai's benefit and ultimately mine. I need him to burn off this energy. The trampoline, the tire swings, the regular swings, the backyard running laps, the pool, the basketball hoop, and please, please, please, get this kid to learn how to ride his bike so he can ride laps around the neighborhood! Blessed assurance! Teach the boy something besides Lego! And stop side coaching during class! And top watching TV shows with him! Bond in other Daddy/son ways! Ok, rant over. Not quite.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Jared decided to take down the stairs to the attic, which wasn't a huge priority, but he thought so because he thinks they are too wobbly, and he thinks we are still planning on putting a vent thing in the bathroom, which we aren't. But anyway, he clunked his head on it and now there's a huge welt on his head and a big long scrape. And he did this after he had a nice long sip of borboun. So he drove us to Tang Soo Do tonight soon after it happened and felt light headed while we were there. I should have driven us home. But not smart. And then I said, don't throw away those ladder pieces. Those are awesome pieces for pretend play. And he goes on about how unsafe they are. Yeah, they are unsafe for a 200 lb man, but not to a 75 or under kid who needs to use them for pretend play in their fort. Good grief! Or who knows what else I could use them for for Justin's open house next year. They are decently solid dear. Solid enough for arts and crafts. Do you not have a creative bone in your body? Good grief! Give them to me! Put them on the side of the house. They aren't coming in the house, you big oaf. And really, he should have been working on the boxes in our room today, which he said he was going to do during his Easter break, which he never touched and here we are at the end of his July break and he hasn't touched, and our room doesn't look any more romantic. No, he has to go play with some ridiculous ladder that doesn't matter because you can just put another step ladder in front of it to get up into the attic. And no one has needed to get up there for any reason but once a year. I go in our room 10x a day and have to stare at how ugly it is. Plus, he's been working on the J all week again. Sigh. He has spent so much time on that one piece of art trying to keep it alive. Sigh. If he spent as much on that J on the things Abishai needs to be taught to do, Abishai wouldn't be behind on things like riding a two wheeled bike or tying his shoe or throwing a ball. Sigh. Sometimes, that man doesn't have a clue.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- But, I accidentally said within Abishai's earshot, "And don't drink any more alcohol tonight because you probably have a mild concussion." Abishai said, "You know, Dad, alcohol makes you dumb." Good call, Son, good call. Yes, it loosens Daddy's tongue, but it certainly makes him more dumb, too. He tried to explain to me all the specks of Uriah's two vehicles and I'm like just say car and truck and move on, Abishai has to get to class. Short stories, please and thanks. I don't care what Uriah owns. And what model of car Nathan has, and I know basically what it was. He didn't need to look it up. That was the bourbon working. This is why I hate alcohol. Unnecessary. The bop on the head was unnecessary. But he got the consequences and I hope that it's just a bump on the head and nothing more serious. I might have to wake him up a few times tonight to check on him.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- They worked Abishai and his friends hard tonight, and quickly because they were running out of time. It looked like Abishai was going to cry. He said he wasn't. But Uriah had to correct Abishai a few times and to me, it felt like Uriah was a bit on edge because he had brought his girls and dog with him, and he well, was gruff with them like they had been naughty today and he was fed up. So, he was doing his best no to take it out on our guys, but still, I could tell, he was on edge. Now, that's my empath talking. Jared didn't see it. But he wouldn't. I don't think Abishai like the switftness of the night, nor the constant correction. He also had to do form 2 in front of everyone and he said he doesn't like the younger white belts watching him. Perhaps he's afraid that he's going to make a mistake and mess them up. But he did really well and Uriah was just reminding him to automatically bend his knee and to tuck his other arm into position next to his waist. He concentrated really, really hard. And if only Daddy would be quiet with his hand signals and let the teachers catch him when he isn't listening instead of distracting Abishai from the teachers, things would go better. Daddy is sideline coaching like you see on all those movies where the children have a loud parent saying things from the grandstands. Jared has become that parent. It's a bit embarrassing. You aren't supposed to interfere. Save your comments for the ride home. Don't you know the first rule of etiquette? Good grief. I'd be mortified if my parents were coaching from the stands. I just want to listen to the teacher you are paying to coach me. Then tell me what your inexperienced head wants to tell me. I trust the teacher first. Sigh. And half the time Jared gets it wrong anyway. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Strong start to the day, weak finish. Jared was asked to lead a Rooted small group that starts in mid August. The problem is, the Sunday groups still meet the week of Labor Day weekend and we are gone (but they skip a week of fall break of all things, so stupid) and we as a family can't afford to have another one of our weeknights taken away from us. And, I can't fully think through a decision like this on top of my already exhausting emotional and mental week. It's nice to finally, FINALLY be asked. But now, I've left the church. Now, our next son is going to be a senior and we have precious moments left to be a family of 5. I told Jared he'll have to give something up. He's got nursery, and 3 Bible groups going. I've got nothing. I volunteer with the IAHE and technically he does, too, but that's also my job and takes up time that I would spend time earning money. I have no Bible study, no consistent time with friends besides when I'm taking kids with me, we don't go out on dates, we can't even meet in the house and talk, I barely go to church and don't serve within a church. I stay home from church sometimes just to catch up. Tuesdays when Rooted meets, we usually have our counseling sessions so they don't bump into Abishai's class, plus once a month I have IAHE meetings on Tuesdays. This is our family's busy season, he can't add one more thing. I didn't want him to even add the 2nd morning accountability group because then his attention his divided in meeting new people I don't know and he's gone in the morning and not in bed snuggling me (which he would be soon when Justin gets a license or switches jobs). Yeah, nope. Relationships are already struggling. No more adding to the schedule. Oh, and I don't know when that speech and debate class is, which Justin needs an order to graduate. And Rooted is an intense commitment. It's more than 3 hrs for 10 weeks plus the extra outings. It's huge. And I want him to become less entrenched at the Creek, not more. So, this is not going according to my plan. So I don't understand at all.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Speaking of plans. I did have an epiphany today. Since Stefanie moved to Texas, and my Aunt Katie is died, and my sister Kristina and the rest of the Finnish side of the family don't really see eye to eye with me spirituality and lifestyle wise and so forth, and what would I talk to my Uncle Ed about, what is left for me in New England? Why would I go back now? Two graves and a headstone. I have no ties left. I still would want to go back and show my kids where I grew up. But the sense of urgency is well, gone. I have no one to visit with. No one to do things with. I would be just passing through on my own. There's no reason to live there anymore. It's like God slammed the door to NH shut this week in a matter of 3 days. Done. It's over. There's nothing left for you here. You're not going back. The chapter is closed. Find a new place. It feels strange. It feels peaceful in a lot of ways. And freeing. But then, I start to panic. What IS next? I'm a really going to stay here? In this house? Forever? This is it? Really? This is my life? No way. And I died in 20 years with dementia? Stuck in this life? Ok, Satan, that's enough. Back to the peaceful moment. Back to the part of dusting the sand off my sandaled feet and walking calmly away from New England and forgetting that part of me, letting my Uncle Ed without much of a bother and letting Cousin Matt handle it. And let the other part of the family stay silent and distant as they have been for the last 12 years. It's what they have chosen to do. And then just focus on PM and Stefanie and continue to try to visit them and know them. And stick to driving the 15 minutes to PM's house and trying to fly down to Houston or drive from NOLA over to Houston or whatever. PM called Nana's lawyer to get the ball rolling on the monies from the trust. I knew he would do that because all he can think about is money. Jared and I briefly discussed it, but just first thoughts. We didn't come up with an exact plan and I have more thoughts and ideas and questions. It will be awhile and we really have no idea how much we will get. Jared and I aren't too far off from each other, but we want to be careful and thoughtful. I know my siblings will charge through theirs in half a minute like they did with my dad's life insurance money. And here I am with a good chunk of that money left still 11 years later, complaining I don't have enough money for this or that, because I refuse to use it improperly. I would rather suffer in other ways.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The staycation week is coming to a close and it definitely has not been anything like what I thought it was going to be like. We never planned anything and therefore, nothing happened. I'm mad at myself for that. I needed to rest, and I feel a little bit rested, but also drained. I'm hoping that we can get the whole electrical project done tomorrow, at least the switcheroo of the outlet. Then Jared and Justin can do the burying of the cable and figure out the pump. Then I call the water person and voila! Pool time! And we almost made our deadline! </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Jared is worried about the air conditioner. What he doesn't realize is that the Beech Grove house was just like this one. It would continuously run all day long. Maybe we did have an air return. I don't remember. But we did have to replace that a/c unit as well. He's just more aware of these things homeowner issues now. But we really don't have that many 98 degree days. Just a bunch of 85 degree days. He's just not home to notice them. And I don't notice when the a/c kicks on and off. I just let it go and live my life. I adjust what I'm wearing throughout the day. He's just home too much and notices more. It's fine. Even the bill is fine and the usage is fine according to what the neighbors are using. Things are meant to be used. Let me use them. Don't save them for later. Live now. Use your body now, don't save it for later. You could be dead with dementia by the age of 60. Who cares about a return vent now? Kids grow up. They need the pool now. You can lead and serve the church when they are all grown up. Kids need you know. Same goes for me, too. I need to play more. I need to teach more. I haven't done much with Abishai this week either. I've been in my shell, too, plus I'm chopped liver when Daddy is around or when cousins are around, so I've had a nice break. But when they are all gone, I'm the best mama in the world. Abishai did say he wanted me to go to Tang Soo Do tonight just because he loves me. I told him I'll go but no promises next week. I'm glad I went of course. I just sometimes need to get things done at home, too.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Tomorrow is a new day.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyHTfcgNF65-AVCc9HNF-W8wqAnn47tFibYBRCpfxPz2rkw-07Kegxb10yfo5I9-Ex4Yxt7Tyr9dwPyoMQE5wKCm1qSwpsxCawr4T8MiIZPk8UNYPLOS0rv29G4fYaEIzJtm3TbLSejyQFZzqeW8FPgR3FMxxnGQbxDse6uCTnkLiKwgW3U9NVg/s4032/67889088522__580A3EF3-C8AD-4836-A833-1A0CBBA790A9.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNyHTfcgNF65-AVCc9HNF-W8wqAnn47tFibYBRCpfxPz2rkw-07Kegxb10yfo5I9-Ex4Yxt7Tyr9dwPyoMQE5wKCm1qSwpsxCawr4T8MiIZPk8UNYPLOS0rv29G4fYaEIzJtm3TbLSejyQFZzqeW8FPgR3FMxxnGQbxDse6uCTnkLiKwgW3U9NVg/s320/67889088522__580A3EF3-C8AD-4836-A833-1A0CBBA790A9.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was Aaron's birthday today, so Jared borrowed some of my tea to pretend he was drinking bourbon in his honor. It was 9 am. He took the photo and sent it the family texting thread. Lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAASUF7KuwciqZVul1uRKSSKgBVKamj6P_UqmTNUpbH6bAXdqy4BDcSwWirAbePUHOIzBr1I6I3h3JBEb_aIxkiBmQGOb5beaet2gDn2gLIe3xhZV9zJOyNnQRus4zaD67ZmxlOeG8gPZIZurynKwzz1ilQSxB2zbVkZ-GYVKSSf8HRPK5Xu8oA/s1792/IMG_4858.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiAASUF7KuwciqZVul1uRKSSKgBVKamj6P_UqmTNUpbH6bAXdqy4BDcSwWirAbePUHOIzBr1I6I3h3JBEb_aIxkiBmQGOb5beaet2gDn2gLIe3xhZV9zJOyNnQRus4zaD67ZmxlOeG8gPZIZurynKwzz1ilQSxB2zbVkZ-GYVKSSf8HRPK5Xu8oA/w296-h640/IMG_4858.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adam Sandler night last night at CIY. So everyone dressed like Adam Sandler, meaning backwards hat, saggy baggy gym shorts, oversized t-shirt. Did you know that Adam Sandler graduated from Manchester Central High School, in Manchester, NH? He even went back there once when I was in college to give a speech at graduation! He's an actor and plays in some ok comedy movies and some raunchy comedy movies.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ8TJsup_Le-DgItU8pEo31QH-qYxnTfp2SIBe4HCSdgnYnsRU8iXHPOnynptl32KHT-4VZn3hRnR3o3SdaefzajhvDsRkO6HPicD4SUNqQ5vw6ziWQtflKozaUYNj9RwXYbn9RAoPl54pQejlYU120mx6hIAW-SheRHmfGRr8hJlKz2Hx6e07A/s4032/IMG_4859.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSZ8TJsup_Le-DgItU8pEo31QH-qYxnTfp2SIBe4HCSdgnYnsRU8iXHPOnynptl32KHT-4VZn3hRnR3o3SdaefzajhvDsRkO6HPicD4SUNqQ5vw6ziWQtflKozaUYNj9RwXYbn9RAoPl54pQejlYU120mx6hIAW-SheRHmfGRr8hJlKz2Hx6e07A/s320/IMG_4859.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wrote all A's for Aaron's name at first. I then made him write Aaron's name with the regular spelling except that he missed the R. Whoops!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZUV-Nh3IUckG8aoohR6j8ZX6Sxc45ZUuGxk6778JoQc1N3qImRu6eUcPyMCyYcUdEDNDUFwZ6mTgqbWrGRbsOG0VgPKL3twvZdezV-ZLriRYUfLsiu8iFuT7Jid2NzOm1O4t7Smj3M8uN0HFftw0tapp5qSCEkVJ5lXErCqjr325Bk3H0cd1KQ/s570/IMG_4860.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="570" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOZUV-Nh3IUckG8aoohR6j8ZX6Sxc45ZUuGxk6778JoQc1N3qImRu6eUcPyMCyYcUdEDNDUFwZ6mTgqbWrGRbsOG0VgPKL3twvZdezV-ZLriRYUfLsiu8iFuT7Jid2NzOm1O4t7Smj3M8uN0HFftw0tapp5qSCEkVJ5lXErCqjr325Bk3H0cd1KQ/w640-h360/IMG_4860.PNG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a promo photo but isn't this cool?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqV1U8P8Ua2taHhEwg_rEE3MFnJER7R_69Y0FqwrqWtn8hDfRU7NnUgttN_nxM7-3JrIpN9BBKu5pNIxLDTfbTQyqi3_8IuSX6RTdQ0a1w64JIKoRKPljrM4e6eo9-ERCNWi349_1x8QHb-cfSDGZEziq08YXwb2IBO26F6rli-beQnmCRM2vYg/s4032/IMG_4864.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqV1U8P8Ua2taHhEwg_rEE3MFnJER7R_69Y0FqwrqWtn8hDfRU7NnUgttN_nxM7-3JrIpN9BBKu5pNIxLDTfbTQyqi3_8IuSX6RTdQ0a1w64JIKoRKPljrM4e6eo9-ERCNWi349_1x8QHb-cfSDGZEziq08YXwb2IBO26F6rli-beQnmCRM2vYg/w400-h300/IMG_4864.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on, Dad! Come outside and play with me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBfigcSY9XcrcXs9YkOb20r8IPqW7f0KXj9i2bu28YFafUWFWU56LvDI1t6_mg9-Z6Tu2e4x_kqHvJX2tclK9JKgH8v6mB3SoJBGLBhwzhf9aCVum0ievQpi7OMjOE5CvsHt8UT2ULZpn7J2yp3q7_UMy9WW6Mq8s_2XzkJyTS0JiHEpwE0kojQ/s4032/IMG_4865.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtBfigcSY9XcrcXs9YkOb20r8IPqW7f0KXj9i2bu28YFafUWFWU56LvDI1t6_mg9-Z6Tu2e4x_kqHvJX2tclK9JKgH8v6mB3SoJBGLBhwzhf9aCVum0ievQpi7OMjOE5CvsHt8UT2ULZpn7J2yp3q7_UMy9WW6Mq8s_2XzkJyTS0JiHEpwE0kojQ/w400-h300/IMG_4865.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai pulled Jared through the kitchen from the dining room while Jared was sitting on the chair. He has a super strong upper body. He just needs to strengthen his legs so he can do his Tang Soo Do kicks higher and stronger!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeS8suWwNKRN-WMoiS8-Jna3u29cSGBxzuR3NTOBJCr9jvu2gs0ad6IzNnqs4TqpmgBzEVSklJdM4n6oD-YCAwXTzHZPXXRktbChhowNiOEL2IziJuLkNDwgA8TaNDLxNbSKS36LZ2DEnlUaQXlZwFRJNw-PwdQGcy5y_YGyBfOFKktRUXuRg3zw/s4032/IMG_4866.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeS8suWwNKRN-WMoiS8-Jna3u29cSGBxzuR3NTOBJCr9jvu2gs0ad6IzNnqs4TqpmgBzEVSklJdM4n6oD-YCAwXTzHZPXXRktbChhowNiOEL2IziJuLkNDwgA8TaNDLxNbSKS36LZ2DEnlUaQXlZwFRJNw-PwdQGcy5y_YGyBfOFKktRUXuRg3zw/s320/IMG_4866.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Miss Aloe got transferred to her new pot today! Hopefully she will be much happier. Now I need one of those plant mover things to roll it across the floor and maybe in and out on the back deck. I did buy one from Amazon today. I had a bunch of points I'm working on actually. I bought some Dunkin' Doughnuts coffee for Stefanie as a house warming gift, a sunshield for Jared for our anniversary, and now a plant holder, all on Amazon points. So, using the Amazon credit card does help sometimes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWB1_djGK-iUegN88vq9o26wNwTGkuu9ADsG-lMb6wn7Tul0pEMbRpiKJm4hWhhCfoekSEoXO5OQMu-x88W2SvYNfFbsXs5nWvVKaM9gEb1sHJN8Jyx_8g9XjbpWQwg1ZeD4Gql7Jij_vzmZcYFU7BmO8t55RGbWyCnwtkC-f760O_QU_oZr2YA/s4032/IMG_4867.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWWB1_djGK-iUegN88vq9o26wNwTGkuu9ADsG-lMb6wn7Tul0pEMbRpiKJm4hWhhCfoekSEoXO5OQMu-x88W2SvYNfFbsXs5nWvVKaM9gEb1sHJN8Jyx_8g9XjbpWQwg1ZeD4Gql7Jij_vzmZcYFU7BmO8t55RGbWyCnwtkC-f760O_QU_oZr2YA/s320/IMG_4867.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, in order to play fair, I still have to spell it out for my 3. For the the 17, 14, and 7 year old. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi145_8nJv9piG6DaiP6TNo9i_WDPwvtCo2HbICVOaISwx4dwe2Pr_uBcXTCspfiwF8kmSbfVWOmTOPN7UQxhpTB61dDhtChbE2Ma6xVVLzcpiJ-9Jfbfjx0ZcatU4DQllju5viZ7QlRgHFfPx9NdS3wwI3XftVLK_jY325m8CrN_xVeG5yPTGkgg/s3520/IMG_4868.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi145_8nJv9piG6DaiP6TNo9i_WDPwvtCo2HbICVOaISwx4dwe2Pr_uBcXTCspfiwF8kmSbfVWOmTOPN7UQxhpTB61dDhtChbE2Ma6xVVLzcpiJ-9Jfbfjx0ZcatU4DQllju5viZ7QlRgHFfPx9NdS3wwI3XftVLK_jY325m8CrN_xVeG5yPTGkgg/s320/IMG_4868.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tired, finally, after running 5 laps, barefoot, the perimeter of the backyard. He needed it though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVCyXb1Z7aPYx9_qNdZU5YcLuJXGV7MG62pr0vabp_X4n-460ClZlXeRRpdE1iHADgNhdi48Dr1PBXbPNA-VcL6BvzzvQjCx8eBmHNTDGC9dwtrcRJOk16E7PQPaYkirJt6M0pYB0YgTlUWKFkYMqVNliMrMrX-XZdLbEcsSYP-5AhOgcg8HcXg/s1792/IMG_4877.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVCyXb1Z7aPYx9_qNdZU5YcLuJXGV7MG62pr0vabp_X4n-460ClZlXeRRpdE1iHADgNhdi48Dr1PBXbPNA-VcL6BvzzvQjCx8eBmHNTDGC9dwtrcRJOk16E7PQPaYkirJt6M0pYB0YgTlUWKFkYMqVNliMrMrX-XZdLbEcsSYP-5AhOgcg8HcXg/w185-h400/IMG_4877.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooo, a new location! The cafeteria! Must be dinner time!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjD2A9sd4dwOeIOcyyOpqZbmB4wXuER-pD6W5zrrQ9uj6pEqevT07cd0K1mTcI6sKzyToJ79HNQzCjhDZVabA5Q02yRkSTmgokKTrsCWduyPuOpQTMLzcJXTVSjgbpbrn_oSB3n54LOWlPWo4HrrhyiSwbJOuJ_NTCinh7hS28FQme1DV5qxCBA/s4032/IMG_4878.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirjD2A9sd4dwOeIOcyyOpqZbmB4wXuER-pD6W5zrrQ9uj6pEqevT07cd0K1mTcI6sKzyToJ79HNQzCjhDZVabA5Q02yRkSTmgokKTrsCWduyPuOpQTMLzcJXTVSjgbpbrn_oSB3n54LOWlPWo4HrrhyiSwbJOuJ_NTCinh7hS28FQme1DV5qxCBA/s320/IMG_4878.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai almost tied his belt all by himself!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohoeajZUouQLOb0EwXiRt610CDupAq8FXcgUAKi3ZUUX1ZoRN6hZPIMUySCYbHchGsjiz3NvwECZ50RjvRUjzspo435jGcItQTCbBdk0LmtRIrk4L-DObAPvxohXGbgv-bq4_vBelmzhRTqzdIAWoKkCpY3oADy0D5A7xARXiI1UOj5Ui3vVrkA/s4032/IMG_4880.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohoeajZUouQLOb0EwXiRt610CDupAq8FXcgUAKi3ZUUX1ZoRN6hZPIMUySCYbHchGsjiz3NvwECZ50RjvRUjzspo435jGcItQTCbBdk0LmtRIrk4L-DObAPvxohXGbgv-bq4_vBelmzhRTqzdIAWoKkCpY3oADy0D5A7xARXiI1UOj5Ui3vVrkA/w480-h640/IMG_4880.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the first time in 3 years, since we signed on as reps, all by 2 regions have reps in them! Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3677YLkZW8BBYSQNn8tjMXdxoiXaB6UCirieCsEvk4RQOkSgdPQkgwo-6dZozUnUNmleoPC1PXXA2P57E1nI_dWMNKXG6_snMt1EhWcpAZ4j6aUP867bthwqrz9NPxQoskKftmyPaZb9SgVHjGdr6Mo9NfIwIAIzc2CXAP7jz5vHWWXKKi3SmZQ/s3088/IMG_5780.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3677YLkZW8BBYSQNn8tjMXdxoiXaB6UCirieCsEvk4RQOkSgdPQkgwo-6dZozUnUNmleoPC1PXXA2P57E1nI_dWMNKXG6_snMt1EhWcpAZ4j6aUP867bthwqrz9NPxQoskKftmyPaZb9SgVHjGdr6Mo9NfIwIAIzc2CXAP7jz5vHWWXKKi3SmZQ/s320/IMG_5780.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared's injury! It's quite large. He refused to put essential oils or his naproxen lotion on it because "it's open and hte bottle says to not but it on broken skin." It's fine. I've done it before, it's just a scratch. But yes, it's a nasty bump. I'm quite worried about his light headedness though. I should check hon him tonight though. The swelling went down slightly with and ice pack. Poor thing. Front of the head, just north of his forehead. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span> <a href="https://youtu.be/fnVZ0gn_D8o" target="_blank">Run, Forest/Abishai, Run!</a></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKc1ov_ofeWcBsVL4HoNwI23XaEZtAbSJmS5Vws8h2WF2AC8PxKh-djXOJI7hNIZqAfrGS3ueuF_XlMxQFEg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1P8VSq8hK-Bk-R8D8_TvlvbD4bB0rFii2Yx7iAJWAN0k033vGv8N9sVsu5DEkhdab6fPbKr4ixoBHsmZHgw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVaSR0PAnq_g9cuMtbGiNDFuIxlgV8rv1Jo6zcCi1a7b97K0chOcxJ6a-OfQwfD-Ts8iMVTcgHv41KxfZADQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwqu0wsdgniBIayNoce5IGslpm20MIxqkK5EoGvHNW8jc-OWQ0dx18szz85FZBMi9lwEeiuGt_3X1S9yXWxFA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>Friday - TGIF</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The lethargy is strong with this one. I'm emotionally neutral today. I didn't want to do anything. But Rick May came right at 8:15 and within an hour, he had created an outdoor electrical outlet! He even save the inside outlet! Now, he did say that the heaters we use in the sunroom pull way too much energy for the singular electrical circuit for the room and they can't be running at the same time as the pool filter. But that shouldn't be a concern, right? Because eventually you do a certain "closing" procedure with the pool and shut off the filter to the pool for the year, whether or not you actually drain all the water. So, we should be all good there and can go on as business as usual with turning off the heaters inside when we run the vacuum. We can also upgrade the breaker in the breaker box and what not but requires a lot more money and more wires and crawling through the attic and something about the windows in the sunroom, I'm not sure. So, that's off the books for now since we were able to manage the pool filter on this set up. I'm so excited though! How easy was it to create an outdoor electrical outlet in the back? Way too easy when you know exactly what you're doing. It would have taken Jared hours to figure out. And now, Jared can just plug in the filter system and hook it up. Call the water guy and fill her up! The water should be mostly balanced when we put it in because it will be city water, so hopefully, we will be swimming in no time. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Meanwhile, I did manage to get all the boxes and things put back today. That was my physical feat of the day. I did it straight away so it was done before I wimped out. And wimp out I did for the rest of the day. I had no desire to do anything else. I only did that part because I know the kids come home tomorrow and they didn't need any of that stuff in their way with their dirty clothes or on Justin's gaming bench and what not. I wanted the house cleaned up and ready to receive them. I even made sure the table was decluttered and the living room was cleaned up from Abishai's stuff on the floor. The Legos went back to the Lego table. There was no laundry or dishes to be done, so everything is ready and cleared out of the way.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I haven't heard from the kids today, but I bet they will be tired when they come off the bus tomorrow. I did want to go to the New Palestine Bible Church grand opening tomorrow from 10am-2pm, but we have to pick up the kids at around noon as well. I haven't talked about the details with Jared yet. I hope to get an update first thing in the morning as to when the kids will have left Holland. Or I can at least track Justin and figure it out for myself and make a decision about going before or after pick up time. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I just wanted to do nothing or sleep today. I didn't want to think about anything. Nothing academic, nothing even remotely fun either. I've been such a dud this week. I didn't want to go out and plan anything fun. But I didn't want to dig in and do anything ambitious with the house either. Abishai enjoyed just staying home with Daddy and having his screen time and his Tang Soo Do class and didn't ask to go anywhere and denied every single fun thing we offered to do. I take that as a good sign that he's content being at home with us. And that he had had enough chaos and fun last week to tide himself over for awhile. He's ready for his siblings to come home. I need to stop worrying about how my children want to stay home. They are comfortable at home. And why is that such a bad thing? Isn't that what I always wanted? Ok, I didn't want them to experience the world through their screens, which is what they do. So there is a balance there. However, if they aren't begging to go to the mall or to the theme park or to buy the latest thing, who am I to complain? But they also can't completely disengage with culture, too. There's a balance there. And I think we are close to that balance and I need to embrace it.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Anyways, we finished the week well. Jared finished getting the ladder down that goes to the attic and got the door off. Now we have this big gaping hole up to the attic where rodents can fall from the sky and the heat can come pouring down, but whatever. His head didn't bruise up too badly from yesterday's incident, so that's good. I made one of the meals from Everyplate which was actually oven based and it was decent. And then after super we ended up watching the first Sonic the Hedgehog live action movie. It was very cute and a lot of fun. Lots of over the top, cheesy moments and very much PG, thank goodness. We enjoyed it. Abishai laughed and was concerned all at the right moments. Jim Carey was his usual crazy acting self. Yup, great family movie. That's how they should be made. The couple was actually married instead of living together for once, too. That was nice to see. The bad guy was purely the bad guy, no trying to turn him into the good guy. Just straight forward plot. Normal stuff. Nothing weird or woke. I liked it.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- And then the boys watched a few minutes of the Halo movie that is based off the video game. Oh my, yuck. Too much like the video game with fighting and bullets everywhere. Not my thing. I'm sure there was going to be a story line somewhere but too much shooting. And I don't know why boys have to play those 1st person shooting games anyhow. Yuck. Enjoy, I'm out of here. Pew! Pew!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- All this stress is causing my hormones to be out of whack and I don't feel well at all. I've got a bad case of daily heartburn again and I can't remember what caused or cured it last time. I'm just taking pepcid after day for now. But I've got other female issues going on that are not normal either. Great. I didn't need that either. I hate stress. My body hates it. This is why I hate crying so hard, too. It leaves me with residual physical pain for days because I'm so weak. I did nap today for a little bit. I can't regulate my body temperature either. I don't know what's wrong with me. So, I need to try to get to bed soon. Yeah right, we all know I say that every day and it never happens. We'll see.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Tomorrow we pick up the tired, grumpy kids. Hopefully we will hear about their weeks over the next week or so. Maybe we'll get some other things done in the afternoon, like laundry or a pool filter. Or maybe not. But by this time tomorrow, everyone in our family will be in their new homes, tucked safely in bed, vacations over, back to figuring out plans for the school year, while still enjoying the summer days. The whirlwind that was June is over, the first week of July is done. Now we can ease into my birthday week with confidence that it tings will be back to normal. Yeah!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt58JYLWamFWhMK-Ad_pmhD5QW_PMmTKely6b3LoDmIiWtnEOyXy7ZoPHOmlYPuCg7q6x46d0HZbz8ViJJ4GmBejBW0WiTiMfAzN7QqCxFFpBEp43DQDxri6JzAcVpnVlCz9dN9ImQqoKpiMODXCYEFVnadyXotnORVdQd-8xu4nidTOAnKcOXw/s600/IMG_4889.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgt58JYLWamFWhMK-Ad_pmhD5QW_PMmTKely6b3LoDmIiWtnEOyXy7ZoPHOmlYPuCg7q6x46d0HZbz8ViJJ4GmBejBW0WiTiMfAzN7QqCxFFpBEp43DQDxri6JzAcVpnVlCz9dN9ImQqoKpiMODXCYEFVnadyXotnORVdQd-8xu4nidTOAnKcOXw/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I saw this this morning and I needed to see it again this evening and every day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoZahuPAgVjtEXYWeY52Wq4R49PFN7N7aRu_viH-UzDvmBVOBy1Zee2vN6GWk4PdZZAdfc4pPXoX6PqLJ-_-uyV19IhI6C4w2sfxAtQIoIkYD-tSyGJlo89FvZw3WeRalidJAXlMrQv8takUE8PNrjd01oiqHfUaTdBEXN7WjAoHYOq7atBO46Q/s1792/IMG_4890.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitoZahuPAgVjtEXYWeY52Wq4R49PFN7N7aRu_viH-UzDvmBVOBy1Zee2vN6GWk4PdZZAdfc4pPXoX6PqLJ-_-uyV19IhI6C4w2sfxAtQIoIkYD-tSyGJlo89FvZw3WeRalidJAXlMrQv8takUE8PNrjd01oiqHfUaTdBEXN7WjAoHYOq7atBO46Q/w296-h640/IMG_4890.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting fact about Colorado. Although I think red in Spanish is rojo.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpSWgQEOIjsMF9ErYp51NoztSSpIZYiM2vg2fI4YwsaTYbePRIfau-DrcfMbckp70taKff8C8G5K9MicM6gAIlyR2Xwrrhq413vkqJCP4wNCA7FXh8prb-BsH0acGw07Sfk3G-njnEw6CFfpAsaciJ6WGY-5zkw8fC2caxHC4nmvAk8mI3_miRQ/s4032/IMG_4891.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtpSWgQEOIjsMF9ErYp51NoztSSpIZYiM2vg2fI4YwsaTYbePRIfau-DrcfMbckp70taKff8C8G5K9MicM6gAIlyR2Xwrrhq413vkqJCP4wNCA7FXh8prb-BsH0acGw07Sfk3G-njnEw6CFfpAsaciJ6WGY-5zkw8fC2caxHC4nmvAk8mI3_miRQ/s320/IMG_4891.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The inside electrical outlet is still intact. Hm.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWv_EvGnmzhA0ZHBcjd9grhBKut_-5YDx86jHCAdf0OPiP960CPq_bZlQ29XF0hUgQ7RNTfFnxfSWmwmxaFZW0_gMqLIzEZc5bRYEDZ_bLO430eCe2Xukrx761WtD6k2Hit4pqNKC42tgbb69ii9syKBtjORFFbRFdQhDIYjyEYVt5dNlzCtl4w/s4032/IMG_4892.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikWv_EvGnmzhA0ZHBcjd9grhBKut_-5YDx86jHCAdf0OPiP960CPq_bZlQ29XF0hUgQ7RNTfFnxfSWmwmxaFZW0_gMqLIzEZc5bRYEDZ_bLO430eCe2Xukrx761WtD6k2Hit4pqNKC42tgbb69ii9syKBtjORFFbRFdQhDIYjyEYVt5dNlzCtl4w/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool! We have a real working outdoor electrical outlet for the first time since moving into this house! Crazy but true!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS5TBD0PUhH_GiJ724E1yo3YIQ0FfTrlBU3_uDZ874mbZavd2pjEisKYA1pnWAcydm-dyupqjubZlA5cCrfE7-xaM0rsQpgIBMvrSMMLk7vP3tEfVgpRlwAHDcO95R59opORl0jGS2OlrP2jjOfX-ap6XfvgyR3XbbbBQ08dxAeIXycbVopTw9Q/s4032/IMG_4893.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjS5TBD0PUhH_GiJ724E1yo3YIQ0FfTrlBU3_uDZ874mbZavd2pjEisKYA1pnWAcydm-dyupqjubZlA5cCrfE7-xaM0rsQpgIBMvrSMMLk7vP3tEfVgpRlwAHDcO95R59opORl0jGS2OlrP2jjOfX-ap6XfvgyR3XbbbBQ08dxAeIXycbVopTw9Q/s320/IMG_4893.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are all hooked up and ready to plug in the electricity for a pool filtration system!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eIpqKEjRHGwDm6P7e8ETtYInfYoue7iG91GAa0l8U3CPHOZtadaMKK08q_NkrF_RbiTOmXIpKexsSR4LoHFCPptNobQywH6D72xBoJwSrK0OFRnlArh2o9_0MIx5kHvRDYoz85nKwzLtmto1foz12y8yyPue2BBJfIi5L59PS27pSIyKlFLrMw/s4032/IMG_4894.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eIpqKEjRHGwDm6P7e8ETtYInfYoue7iG91GAa0l8U3CPHOZtadaMKK08q_NkrF_RbiTOmXIpKexsSR4LoHFCPptNobQywH6D72xBoJwSrK0OFRnlArh2o9_0MIx5kHvRDYoz85nKwzLtmto1foz12y8yyPue2BBJfIi5L59PS27pSIyKlFLrMw/w300-h400/IMG_4894.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's such a simple thing to most people and comes standard on any home, but you have to remember this is a 1950's/60's home. And for whatever reason, the electrical outlet in the front this is near the porch doesn't work and we never investigated out why. And if there was one for the back, it was absorbed into the circuit that makes up the electrical outlets of the sunroom and was maybe on the brick wall that is now the inner wall that separates the kitchen/dining room from the sunroom. And for whatever reason, the builders and owners at the time didn't add an outdoor electrical outlet off the back wall of the sunroom. Or maybe they thought they would add something later off the electricity near the internet box which is near the bathroom window or next to the a/c unit. I have no idea. But point is, it's been a strange set up since moving in 5 years ago. If we needed electricity outside, we had to plug in an extension cord to an indoor outlet right next to the backdoor. But no longer! Here is a nice new outdoor plug! We just can't be running a bigger amped heater inside and use this on the outside. But I don't think that's going to be an issue because we wouldn't be doing outside things in the winter.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncmXafPRX15g3Iacca63FURefrFqTzIfwZATXwje5aAX8-1XAH_expO1zWvzaLlvP67UTDDJn8ADrlFISl_mz4uSLz4Jxi5YzC_5812nLBTPQzCnxFeyAoiRtP2sZhCnf-x88wImgBWqSfRbY9YfXqIc-BS10tudlA7KwNihmYL_19vMxUZswdg/s4032/IMG_4895.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgncmXafPRX15g3Iacca63FURefrFqTzIfwZATXwje5aAX8-1XAH_expO1zWvzaLlvP67UTDDJn8ADrlFISl_mz4uSLz4Jxi5YzC_5812nLBTPQzCnxFeyAoiRtP2sZhCnf-x88wImgBWqSfRbY9YfXqIc-BS10tudlA7KwNihmYL_19vMxUZswdg/s320/IMG_4895.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't everyone have a butterfly net on his head, pj wearing, knot tying 2nd grader in their household? No? Well, you should get one. They are a ton of fun! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DjY_ErT2iRSLW84o9fGcZaYSDoYWo7QGceJ8GMYb8bipJ0QCwvtEn2J04DfbFSuhD9xj43VaizTyke3hjpGNrMR7VT0Liiu0kxJkDLgUtChM3jUGDJzeL5CUvmZ1x_NS8J2GCZrhvPk--LrSsOn3V1W4YaFU-o4FAA8ZKP9XcQDzEjwFIhGRMA/s4032/IMG_4896.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DjY_ErT2iRSLW84o9fGcZaYSDoYWo7QGceJ8GMYb8bipJ0QCwvtEn2J04DfbFSuhD9xj43VaizTyke3hjpGNrMR7VT0Liiu0kxJkDLgUtChM3jUGDJzeL5CUvmZ1x_NS8J2GCZrhvPk--LrSsOn3V1W4YaFU-o4FAA8ZKP9XcQDzEjwFIhGRMA/s320/IMG_4896.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, he reminds me of a Dalek from Doctor Who or a hummingbird with a long beak or an insect with a long sucker out the front. Crazy child.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBdivsESy7Amjj1hghEoJhmFcQHkkSf-6Ld0poOHg-YucXOIMDLOPTaBWhGv2vGBH7GaQcILt5NRXenrWdj3IKe8FoGiBY7N-7vdb7EF0WeL_lMX6VISWe_nL9QQCPwaIy1LLvRhef04IOAv54m3v72YbqyMscXIiPrpd0S2uRbcZJUyQoXiZ8g/s4032/IMG_4897.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBdivsESy7Amjj1hghEoJhmFcQHkkSf-6Ld0poOHg-YucXOIMDLOPTaBWhGv2vGBH7GaQcILt5NRXenrWdj3IKe8FoGiBY7N-7vdb7EF0WeL_lMX6VISWe_nL9QQCPwaIy1LLvRhef04IOAv54m3v72YbqyMscXIiPrpd0S2uRbcZJUyQoXiZ8g/s320/IMG_4897.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared finished his (unnecessary to me at the moment but necessary to him) project. He took off the original pull down ladder to the attic. He really didn't need to. It was fine for most of us to climb on. And others can just use a regular ladder. It was original to the house and vintage. He could have just added a second panel on the outside and reinforced it. But anyway, now we have a gaping hole to the hot attic. That's going to be so much fun for the electric bill and heat/cold exchanges. Plus, who knows if rodents will actually notice it in the dark and stop and not fall through. We could wake up to mice, squirrels, birds, and who knows what else coming down from there. I'm not particularly happy about this, can you tell? Sigh. He said he'll back a new door fairly soon. Ok, then. Quickly. Like tomorrow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAtYAiM9cQEvMmMvbHP_RFplzQeKXD6GXawbYwpPBCJj_iDJRKQ2dWk1ipffJq5IR3HFTlqaBUslR14UD-tINMeTVYrx_4plwW5adIV7XZiUaLjMPhUMQ8LmbcYYSol0FVePwEqfOqYOy2tgYm1hikVZeVeFNADUYaNlJ6v_pgCGdZqdJMBNkfQ/s4032/IMG_4898.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAtYAiM9cQEvMmMvbHP_RFplzQeKXD6GXawbYwpPBCJj_iDJRKQ2dWk1ipffJq5IR3HFTlqaBUslR14UD-tINMeTVYrx_4plwW5adIV7XZiUaLjMPhUMQ8LmbcYYSol0FVePwEqfOqYOy2tgYm1hikVZeVeFNADUYaNlJ6v_pgCGdZqdJMBNkfQ/s320/IMG_4898.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miss Aloe got her plant stand on wheels today. It doesn't move very smoothly on this horrible driveway but at least it's the right side and can handle her weight. We did have to pull her closer to the garage door though and under the eave because it poured rain today. I was afraid that she was getting too drenched. I'll leave her under the eave until she drives out all the way again. I will bring her in and put her in the backroom again soon. And then my plan is to bring her in and out of the backdoor according to the weather. Jared doesn't think there's enough direct sunlight there, so I'll keep enough an eye on all that. But, project done!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXn2vViArhda1QOVA3clA3qecod0ETyQyhcS3hk8epdPQBcOHWU6KTn-0CJ1lpGnuO5jEvGFniY_r_48x13o4DrxXUP8HB8G6aDZREBkutwkMYD8bekoqYvlt0vMTUPNu9SeXQoAlqetHBm1JxssQkGlSYwhM_9lYTtSalMr5XovTd9n8DUzpokQ/s4032/IMG_4899.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXn2vViArhda1QOVA3clA3qecod0ETyQyhcS3hk8epdPQBcOHWU6KTn-0CJ1lpGnuO5jEvGFniY_r_48x13o4DrxXUP8HB8G6aDZREBkutwkMYD8bekoqYvlt0vMTUPNu9SeXQoAlqetHBm1JxssQkGlSYwhM_9lYTtSalMr5XovTd9n8DUzpokQ/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdDSQUX0CFZHVmYQno-vVZbjnPAemi50snsLLTlxJbwtgxmNiPRGJZjsb1er_QFukyznS0fEL_Fa6z79AzrXRGSxlJ9X7rig-4Pr7TJANAy0U2rY1xaVswR4IVlyVPdDN1C1bR7cUAWxmznE0PTf5HIlURlX-ng2Dv4NRsjMBkrfpeGi37RAZ4A/s4032/IMG_4900.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCdDSQUX0CFZHVmYQno-vVZbjnPAemi50snsLLTlxJbwtgxmNiPRGJZjsb1er_QFukyznS0fEL_Fa6z79AzrXRGSxlJ9X7rig-4Pr7TJANAy0U2rY1xaVswR4IVlyVPdDN1C1bR7cUAWxmznE0PTf5HIlURlX-ng2Dv4NRsjMBkrfpeGi37RAZ4A/s320/IMG_4900.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried to reconfigure this corner a bit. I get super frustrated trying to reach around some of the more permanent storage boxes to get to the language arts books so I put them more in the corner where the bookcase was. And I would put the bookcase snug up against them, but then it would prevent me from opening up the chest of drawers behind there that is currently holding the kids keepsakes I want to show at their open houses. And when that's done, I plan to use them as a storage for me like for craft supplies or whatever you would have in an office. This is my office closet with projects that don't have deadlines but really should because I never get to them. What I can do now is scoot the bookcase to the left a little bit and squeeze back into the "closet" for something if I really need to, but I hardly ever get into those boxes. It really is like having a close and the door is the bookcase. We'll see how often I get back there and how annoying it is after a while.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSXhQr143eyentcdt7Rup5kxyZ8VQlh5cLCEcaNcBb80ptmEndDxZvOHg-oXepR480KKegcETcSo0Y_8dnl7iwdkb9fvPNcLVb7Ps_9mO3zEPklTNY2SiEVB4XNlr63vbwZvHeMDxk5HW8vACfIH8cEOXM-9pPIrS22MVI9t4-DuTk6zJMfGcYQ/s4032/IMG_4901.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSXhQr143eyentcdt7Rup5kxyZ8VQlh5cLCEcaNcBb80ptmEndDxZvOHg-oXepR480KKegcETcSo0Y_8dnl7iwdkb9fvPNcLVb7Ps_9mO3zEPklTNY2SiEVB4XNlr63vbwZvHeMDxk5HW8vACfIH8cEOXM-9pPIrS22MVI9t4-DuTk6zJMfGcYQ/s320/IMG_4901.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A better look into my office "closet" space.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFIzlWEAqpudk3ChbynOH_rVEY3uUFkNpYtER_F6gqsXLOAdgdBD5DFjhctdX3pVcmk1WzN_osrprzoYZk6uQryNrxvOKdIiG0T7FlaL4kqxbcgFwjn954IQX3jizGiIACKvAAf5-CBjs5e0DPF3ldp0paJuOKaFfAqAfY-cAj5ng36LeQVR-eg/s4032/IMG_4902.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFIzlWEAqpudk3ChbynOH_rVEY3uUFkNpYtER_F6gqsXLOAdgdBD5DFjhctdX3pVcmk1WzN_osrprzoYZk6uQryNrxvOKdIiG0T7FlaL4kqxbcgFwjn954IQX3jizGiIACKvAAf5-CBjs5e0DPF3ldp0paJuOKaFfAqAfY-cAj5ng36LeQVR-eg/s320/IMG_4902.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's happening! The pool is nearly set up! It's up, and the electric outlet is now set up. Now we just have to plug it in, and set up the filter. Then order the water and fill it up! Balance the water and off the kids go to play!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfmryYPVxB53knkgcVduPSfGtimQBFnpqLFvlSPj0IiHWYo_TquFKKAdEqdC8tsuFXWeyLliSQiSBlvP7D-c8jcOBoJAp1E45USQhSB3r9rsbUDYgdPDFVWnHMfz-uGMMt6B6mLj3zzNVi7pvilmQs4a3Eskf4JItuHDXgp5YZdY8ee-gyPYLyg/s4032/IMG_4903.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrfmryYPVxB53knkgcVduPSfGtimQBFnpqLFvlSPj0IiHWYo_TquFKKAdEqdC8tsuFXWeyLliSQiSBlvP7D-c8jcOBoJAp1E45USQhSB3r9rsbUDYgdPDFVWnHMfz-uGMMt6B6mLj3zzNVi7pvilmQs4a3Eskf4JItuHDXgp5YZdY8ee-gyPYLyg/s320/IMG_4903.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqn6-_Sm5D29PDPeLtyNKWjmkoQp05jE04E4VTLuA5fnlRsWF3sZR0t0bk2pteuQTELTu0x1z7F5MpenVqULXfaDO4ZpY_IqVkV71lukYFrbBrZdfG4pN1pceScyQax4azRvBo-dWi0IQ_fHeEf3DgzqZmaZLrqNDtIcZ1-vfLro1i2fvAtRPm-A/s1792/IMG_4906.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqn6-_Sm5D29PDPeLtyNKWjmkoQp05jE04E4VTLuA5fnlRsWF3sZR0t0bk2pteuQTELTu0x1z7F5MpenVqULXfaDO4ZpY_IqVkV71lukYFrbBrZdfG4pN1pceScyQax4azRvBo-dWi0IQ_fHeEf3DgzqZmaZLrqNDtIcZ1-vfLro1i2fvAtRPm-A/w296-h640/IMG_4906.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family can be some of the toughest relationships in your life. But you have to forgive them more than anyone else and move on. You can't hold a grudge with them or it will literally kill you, a slow and painful death.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span> </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>Saturday - The High Schoolers Came Home!</span></div></span><br /><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>-
It was an "up and at 'em" kind of day where we did have to watch the
clock a bit to get it all done. We knew we had to pick up Justin and
Keturah from the church at whatever time they were going to get there,
plus I wanted to go to the New Palestine Bible Church's open house
before it ended at 2pm. I also needed to shower. Jared had his own list
of projects to do as well. So, while it wasn't a tight turnaround, we
need to keep moving along. And of course, I was tired, as always. And
Abishai was full of energy as always. But we made it through, just in
time. Keturah was grumpy as expected, and hangry. We left her home when
we went to the open house. Justin managed to stay awake by playing four
square with tennis looking net made just for 4 square. Abishai loved
playing in the bouncy castle/house/race. I talked to a few acquantices,
but didn't have the chance to introduce Jared to the pastors, so I left
the open house a bit disappointed and frustrated.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>-
We puttered around and had our quiet times this afternoon. Justin took a
nap. I got through two huge loads of laundry. We had spaghettti and
meatballs for dinner. More fighting, more laundry, more back to normal
patterns. I was able to talk to Jared about upcoming concerns and time
constraints because I'm still concerned that if Jared does too much, our
family will suffer and I won't have enough time to care care of myself.
It's been a confusing week this week. I need more time to think these
things through, but I don't have the luxury of time. The school year
should be beginning soon, so the cheap supplies are all out in full
force. Sigh.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>-
Oh, I did declutter all the rooms and put everything back from whence
it came! So everything looks nice and picked up right now. I still have
to do the actually sorting and get rid of stuff, but I'll get ready to
do that here in the next few weeks and that will round out the summer
project list. I want to leave some time to still have some fun this
summer, too, especially since we are really close to getting up and
running. Jared and I attempted to put the filter together but he hadn't
read the manual like I suggested he do and didn't know he need mounting
screws and a base, and the actual sand to go in it. And this is why I
should have read through the manual myself. Sigh. So we'll stop at home
depot tomorrow after lunch and figure out what we need and get it. One
step at a time.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>-
It's good to have the kids back to do some of the chores again. It
really did save me time to have them to do the little things. And my
back doesn't feel as sore. So that's good. Back to grind for everyone
this week with appointments at the beginning of the week. Fun times!
Lots of work to do! 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcS9a3kkotk0HLJ-OhUcL7PWHVGbDAiW1tkyEyv3zya2-iDgcriAOqVvGl84t4AoQiKjP92rEIHOiXI-NwtXuvticrJxIrp46j3GbqQuMnirqNDGHJOYfPX3OuX1US3RNZk7C_Oe5iqd3c2Km7uy2R9D3wFWAVBCA3mo-HNLHw7Jp8QGyc7tqhug/s1792/IMG_4908.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcS9a3kkotk0HLJ-OhUcL7PWHVGbDAiW1tkyEyv3zya2-iDgcriAOqVvGl84t4AoQiKjP92rEIHOiXI-NwtXuvticrJxIrp46j3GbqQuMnirqNDGHJOYfPX3OuX1US3RNZk7C_Oe5iqd3c2Km7uy2R9D3wFWAVBCA3mo-HNLHw7Jp8QGyc7tqhug/w296-h640/IMG_4908.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta love tracking the kids on their phones! No need to wait on them actually texting us, although Keturah gave us a 5 minutes warning. Hehe!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMJk2l63SZUBKxJsDpDWjjxkXJ2QlQuPJ3HZSZ5Hi5RihRTDEdih_IDieBX0bSKYCbZjlnL1pfuGgb7wjgCHhC8Cs1lQoyup46WMr5xlXHoHsAwi3Mjg8leIitpch_qjZ9H746OgpkR-stY_E4eGRaA5tbfyF-hethLsSLaNs7TaNLoiIveKX1Q/s3520/IMG_4910.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMJk2l63SZUBKxJsDpDWjjxkXJ2QlQuPJ3HZSZ5Hi5RihRTDEdih_IDieBX0bSKYCbZjlnL1pfuGgb7wjgCHhC8Cs1lQoyup46WMr5xlXHoHsAwi3Mjg8leIitpch_qjZ9H746OgpkR-stY_E4eGRaA5tbfyF-hethLsSLaNs7TaNLoiIveKX1Q/w360-h640/IMG_4910.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks to Daddy's insistence on parking where no one else parks, we had a perfect view of the buses! Hiya, campers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJWq5HKkm_vpb1bTWCPcQ2P0u8urhcoX3p_f2EJ4-N59qsWVLQS2hupG3f7mJH3j19TinTcVHX1svlh3t19524CXV-pl1YPoYn-ItAKaV2Y3zSCFSZpKU0irO5-bKsoCfdR0KoPhE4FPPV_zwioThuTDV7d38VVSx1oncz-DVqF3Lt2x2fw6h_Q/s3520/IMG_4914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJWq5HKkm_vpb1bTWCPcQ2P0u8urhcoX3p_f2EJ4-N59qsWVLQS2hupG3f7mJH3j19TinTcVHX1svlh3t19524CXV-pl1YPoYn-ItAKaV2Y3zSCFSZpKU0irO5-bKsoCfdR0KoPhE4FPPV_zwioThuTDV7d38VVSx1oncz-DVqF3Lt2x2fw6h_Q/w225-h400/IMG_4914.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, how was your first week at MOVE? She's now at the bottom of the ladder again. Exhausting, that's for sure. Grumpy bear galore, this one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8QPOEXqV2Jb3krafJjHvon_fBQgWtePEImkhitSe8WMpGuFMSSoNVtOQc64JCNiwbgCURFF5O1va0hx4FyPF8P5uhITPu0lrQDDNhL0p66PdBKZxHZfm33Kk84DA1oBVHIOFG-D_4qDn7Sr_XXl26pYAuNnP1F6ztFN0fH4TVDpWdlfDyZVWaA/s3520/IMG_4917.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif8QPOEXqV2Jb3krafJjHvon_fBQgWtePEImkhitSe8WMpGuFMSSoNVtOQc64JCNiwbgCURFF5O1va0hx4FyPF8P5uhITPu0lrQDDNhL0p66PdBKZxHZfm33Kk84DA1oBVHIOFG-D_4qDn7Sr_XXl26pYAuNnP1F6ztFN0fH4TVDpWdlfDyZVWaA/s320/IMG_4917.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I looked all around me when I got to Justin's bus and I felt rather small. I was surrounded not by little boys, no, but by young men. Like real actual men. Not middle schoolers. These were like um, ready to enter the world, men. How did we get to this stage with the 2nd born already? It's a good thing we still have a little man who couldn't wait to see his siblings! I think he thought it was too quiet around the house without them (they are pretty quiet, but he still likes to check in with them).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkSlSBOWwUpN673Fi2wR53vEhgMujUGbU-Rt2-bq-rfCJeKMrDmwQSeuZcKMjyn8P0NFvAtbVPjd6azt76UQ13FBhlnmLFehCJZLyLKZo1h8EzKeU4mELREdezLgbRR1z3elYVr6I47QZLTCtiSMBZPwBqQImPiMKOo4QJtMYYX8Q3-pAvwGTzA/s3520/IMG_4918.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkSlSBOWwUpN673Fi2wR53vEhgMujUGbU-Rt2-bq-rfCJeKMrDmwQSeuZcKMjyn8P0NFvAtbVPjd6azt76UQ13FBhlnmLFehCJZLyLKZo1h8EzKeU4mELREdezLgbRR1z3elYVr6I47QZLTCtiSMBZPwBqQImPiMKOo4QJtMYYX8Q3-pAvwGTzA/w360-h640/IMG_4918.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He hugged Keturah, too. And trust me, I think they missed him, too. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGbQlrQ8qkCl7npsquqoitxGFw5ECIqSMpZNYftHLw57AvwLUoOZVkUy-cXrtcS0dASrUb4r2ZZiirB2eYQLqnMObjlDQAzkb7mcas057jkqze0OyZ68acPDXdz6KQk9y8ZPaBwNfLxxvapuFUMvH2a_1cC3gQ6LgmA-MGoWVq5oFXja0gmfwrA/s4032/IMG_4921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGGbQlrQ8qkCl7npsquqoitxGFw5ECIqSMpZNYftHLw57AvwLUoOZVkUy-cXrtcS0dASrUb4r2ZZiirB2eYQLqnMObjlDQAzkb7mcas057jkqze0OyZ68acPDXdz6KQk9y8ZPaBwNfLxxvapuFUMvH2a_1cC3gQ6LgmA-MGoWVq5oFXja0gmfwrA/s320/IMG_4921.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the laundry begins. Actually, it wasn't that hard to get the two loads done. I needed to do one of our loads, too, so it looked like more than it should have been. Each child basically had their own load to do. You just keep it going until it's done. My mom used to do 2-3 loads per day. Easy peasy. Laundry never intimidates me. I don't have to do the actual washing and now that everyone can put theirs away (and can do most of the other steps), it's not that big of a deal. Keturah likes to just dump everything, including clean stuff, into the laundry. I don't understand. You still have to fold it again every it is washed again. So you have to deal with it sooner or later. Oh well, it's cleaner now than it was.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGdXeH0JZlphH2liQsRfBirLRf4ir8ZVOxnTO6DQOfGZFT3VDfS1pdLCBRXXrzW1oB_FjjmowMUF4wmH-3DD5M7Grp2XMEdvyENXh9pbnmqWEdGjRFAkWpgEkD1aig5vhSMybNQIOj-Ad2Jb8bwA5A5cK4bwT0wL0I1f2NrF0YbNlckb3Y1059g/s4032/IMG_4922.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXGdXeH0JZlphH2liQsRfBirLRf4ir8ZVOxnTO6DQOfGZFT3VDfS1pdLCBRXXrzW1oB_FjjmowMUF4wmH-3DD5M7Grp2XMEdvyENXh9pbnmqWEdGjRFAkWpgEkD1aig5vhSMybNQIOj-Ad2Jb8bwA5A5cK4bwT0wL0I1f2NrF0YbNlckb3Y1059g/s320/IMG_4922.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks didn't get on Keturah's bed at all when she was gone. But as soon as she was settled, he immediately jumped up there. He had reason to risk his joints and get up there for his snuggle time with his girl. He needed his girl back so he could protect her. Well, Socks, we are all home now so you can stand down. All is well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl5962z4og4HEOJE8R_aebQ5-aA35gGD1pAajm8kkisrwaXT96pQRhrhGkIzjL-YsjpyMANlPNN7twywT50y0WIxfQ9SnYWdz1A87_aFhnhgf1qPsCMIzTyTPcKT9-g-Ga-6CO3IQ8CIbp1B0ZlA3k2U_IN-hvOn5MJ6Do6FdRDOW1YimbDEm_Q/s4032/IMG_4923.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdl5962z4og4HEOJE8R_aebQ5-aA35gGD1pAajm8kkisrwaXT96pQRhrhGkIzjL-YsjpyMANlPNN7twywT50y0WIxfQ9SnYWdz1A87_aFhnhgf1qPsCMIzTyTPcKT9-g-Ga-6CO3IQ8CIbp1B0ZlA3k2U_IN-hvOn5MJ6Do6FdRDOW1YimbDEm_Q/s320/IMG_4923.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody is out for the count on our way to the open house at the New Pal church. Another man child in our midst. How is he almost 17 yrs old and yet looks like such a baby still? He's got the peachiest peach fuzz, too, so he barely has to shave anything. Definitely not like Benaiah. He's not ready for the big world yet. He needs more time at home. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7W_TRflPNyLsTwL1mDf2h9jh4QkKYyhzfT0zCIF4SN9x0tRR1JfBH8HTP2EUnnWxS9KHm8gsI9NRfkQ8BiVE__GRa704SrN1_l140WT3PWVe4VnnDqZg9YnP73ddx8-46pwZbzAVfA_hLxsL1-BJDuVh4YCBkx0t-vGYRoibkk-5RtO7D0-24g/s4032/IMG_4924.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7W_TRflPNyLsTwL1mDf2h9jh4QkKYyhzfT0zCIF4SN9x0tRR1JfBH8HTP2EUnnWxS9KHm8gsI9NRfkQ8BiVE__GRa704SrN1_l140WT3PWVe4VnnDqZg9YnP73ddx8-46pwZbzAVfA_hLxsL1-BJDuVh4YCBkx0t-vGYRoibkk-5RtO7D0-24g/s320/IMG_4924.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's bumblebee season! The flowers they like are in full bloom, too! Yeah! We are doing our part to save the bees!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_OgjJrKfEGcGAa2cGCygtV0w3CoIsqD0pIDPafdGEgKftdr25VOKDZtVhFklwMPl4Jr1hZId2Moq5F4H0AuGggHjy4eQpf2eqh4rwJwYgn4pkL3EXhQfcJ4mBWgldGI8V4CwjbCXqSqo3YDF0wC46NJo3_FaZ2BHylkH9Ck4ErYX7e3hOrWZMw/s4032/IMG_4925.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1_OgjJrKfEGcGAa2cGCygtV0w3CoIsqD0pIDPafdGEgKftdr25VOKDZtVhFklwMPl4Jr1hZId2Moq5F4H0AuGggHjy4eQpf2eqh4rwJwYgn4pkL3EXhQfcJ4mBWgldGI8V4CwjbCXqSqo3YDF0wC46NJo3_FaZ2BHylkH9Ck4ErYX7e3hOrWZMw/w480-h640/IMG_4925.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nom, nom, nom.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFH42y9C5RWkKU0dc2S8Q4PUfQHui4tDTX0Ckzlb_QjLyRvQexklA7MUJ-YDoxTp1BLGsJ1RidoS8LgfbVZJTq_a6NxtloLFcVOrhq7dUTdl76LpAyD2zJq3jicTJBkCpPtNcdr8h5i1clCu1uUflIaOo0u4HQQNNwq5vW_V59uESdYaFF-YdWVA/s4032/IMG_4926.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFH42y9C5RWkKU0dc2S8Q4PUfQHui4tDTX0Ckzlb_QjLyRvQexklA7MUJ-YDoxTp1BLGsJ1RidoS8LgfbVZJTq_a6NxtloLFcVOrhq7dUTdl76LpAyD2zJq3jicTJBkCpPtNcdr8h5i1clCu1uUflIaOo0u4HQQNNwq5vW_V59uESdYaFF-YdWVA/w300-h400/IMG_4926.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3qQEjXOi9NVxeELqJpmywDQUKPvl6_8xchNxtOtE7q2BctehLff3qFgTtVZRozIue2LuonTb84Yleb5t84C4V3FdJg9DFdtM-hdq0ihQ8Mcf7JBrnGfXx6Vzjs5T0xEOBxQbW8qQggK4veTUyE1fump4bE-DN-nXvHsmXGEuOyCqAwrDBjkGvg/s4032/IMG_4927.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3qQEjXOi9NVxeELqJpmywDQUKPvl6_8xchNxtOtE7q2BctehLff3qFgTtVZRozIue2LuonTb84Yleb5t84C4V3FdJg9DFdtM-hdq0ihQ8Mcf7JBrnGfXx6Vzjs5T0xEOBxQbW8qQggK4veTUyE1fump4bE-DN-nXvHsmXGEuOyCqAwrDBjkGvg/w480-h640/IMG_4927.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They love these purple cone flowers, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZetOckyWA1xttP98qT7BqKtI4iNCYk40KaIDUzkVtVwlJl29T1EaG9eMYLZLOX4Eqbde5hwa_eGufah310ZGjalFR8Rmu_7I2ML7aV9GHXiW70AT3KuMbFUbTmzcWABEfA7BVY7MGFYXXBFDL-qwc_g_y_bBpzMJHOHKX5gtMYZFvFogL42oodw/s4032/IMG_4929.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZetOckyWA1xttP98qT7BqKtI4iNCYk40KaIDUzkVtVwlJl29T1EaG9eMYLZLOX4Eqbde5hwa_eGufah310ZGjalFR8Rmu_7I2ML7aV9GHXiW70AT3KuMbFUbTmzcWABEfA7BVY7MGFYXXBFDL-qwc_g_y_bBpzMJHOHKX5gtMYZFvFogL42oodw/s320/IMG_4929.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah, you've been gone all week, look at me, pet me, you left me, pay attention to me, hello, I'm your puppy, remember me?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qIYvipo91SAp49zlZE3zN0iyESAdJsdn9uB59N7OI4Z08BJJz6yh8zzQ27TcPNGs2US8zRKqRFapV5sZ8PxBvxnSovsNtSeiRYLrAATYDTBl04CW_Rky2TP2I-377_rXcIiIyIK30hY1j0rQ5DCib0l7eXdJlh95CYrv9-tYWLs9y2iC1raGnw/s4032/IMG_4931.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qIYvipo91SAp49zlZE3zN0iyESAdJsdn9uB59N7OI4Z08BJJz6yh8zzQ27TcPNGs2US8zRKqRFapV5sZ8PxBvxnSovsNtSeiRYLrAATYDTBl04CW_Rky2TP2I-377_rXcIiIyIK30hY1j0rQ5DCib0l7eXdJlh95CYrv9-tYWLs9y2iC1raGnw/w300-h400/IMG_4931.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is all leg and hardly fits on his bed most days. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKQT87XNVGk3Q39cGEB3z8d_i6MO5n9GbkAj9BieNc2uZOJdnv-YZ5ecj9ACD1I21e7RUIA45D3dBI7RzuC26gSUj27Rw90QMrq7HuehOeM-UKNBHfjJnn7HQjsK-87nrgb9jcP3GhA48qiT4GBw7DtsuXJdT4LcKc512TCLh_8YSyeQRvNUCDQ/s4032/IMG_4932.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeKQT87XNVGk3Q39cGEB3z8d_i6MO5n9GbkAj9BieNc2uZOJdnv-YZ5ecj9ACD1I21e7RUIA45D3dBI7RzuC26gSUj27Rw90QMrq7HuehOeM-UKNBHfjJnn7HQjsK-87nrgb9jcP3GhA48qiT4GBw7DtsuXJdT4LcKc512TCLh_8YSyeQRvNUCDQ/w480-h640/IMG_4932.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The infamous $67 clogs Keturah bought herself while in Holland, Michigan. I totally didn't put two and two together that she was in Holland. As in tourist trap Dutch stuff Holland, Michigan. I've always associated Holland, Michigan with CIY and the boys going there to Holland College, where CIY meets. But most people go to Holland, Michigan because of the Dutch stuff. Duh. That makes sense. They are gorgeous shoes. But she thinks she's going to wear them to church all the time. She doesn't realize that they are for decorative purposes for the most part. She will learn. So beautiful.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_IqO9NmaLc4qjotJD3SakI0chtFyYCdrg9TEUi6rm7pYvHPpJpkjU_j7HzUm5sNI0fAdqUb82LXXnMrlTUxfCXcTgbhHyDnQyHXhtoqfjjrkW5R4Z261JwBiHXLkQUUXBZ4zNTXlHv2Bf4jbJ7raQrl-o0VgeY3lzmw7RuZ5VFzA3QQcNAIKTQ/s4032/IMG_4933.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_IqO9NmaLc4qjotJD3SakI0chtFyYCdrg9TEUi6rm7pYvHPpJpkjU_j7HzUm5sNI0fAdqUb82LXXnMrlTUxfCXcTgbhHyDnQyHXhtoqfjjrkW5R4Z261JwBiHXLkQUUXBZ4zNTXlHv2Bf4jbJ7raQrl-o0VgeY3lzmw7RuZ5VFzA3QQcNAIKTQ/w400-h300/IMG_4933.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I almost forgot a welcome home sign.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8wgY6s1m3a8jfX6CcBDLbconlZzEFk6OhSboJ94es1k3QH4JOTwWn8HK_gOKPMPwz_mhIEdTrSsWKtdViAZeQhqRIN50LhB6AhJx-uOwwvTaXkHL5QwJo70yMZ1CEwKnzgY0mCyrudS-4j5JXgW5SniwUz-wD_zlSH4OgKyloReNn7yuLoqJ8A/s4032/IMG_4934.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8wgY6s1m3a8jfX6CcBDLbconlZzEFk6OhSboJ94es1k3QH4JOTwWn8HK_gOKPMPwz_mhIEdTrSsWKtdViAZeQhqRIN50LhB6AhJx-uOwwvTaXkHL5QwJo70yMZ1CEwKnzgY0mCyrudS-4j5JXgW5SniwUz-wD_zlSH4OgKyloReNn7yuLoqJ8A/s320/IMG_4934.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, she did it! Keturah made it to Lemonjello's once and got the Green Army Man drink and brought home the cup and little green man that they stick in the sugary syrupy pop. Very cute.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RkIR9pUM8Bw7CIJ1dKNzsD3FaTTLVeUfpQVPRSe8bzX5o8OPng7Kwn7cNAUiJHy7ldbsQMJ4v-TM__tpgAGdyy3-mHLF_WPl7zX_vR2_RTILuod71hjYtoBuyhaWa9GWI4nmi5Yrah-Lmfl6S_0RArDcCITzgNE5F_wYuxvTsTgUXkXpRGwnVA/s4032/IMG_4935.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4RkIR9pUM8Bw7CIJ1dKNzsD3FaTTLVeUfpQVPRSe8bzX5o8OPng7Kwn7cNAUiJHy7ldbsQMJ4v-TM__tpgAGdyy3-mHLF_WPl7zX_vR2_RTILuod71hjYtoBuyhaWa9GWI4nmi5Yrah-Lmfl6S_0RArDcCITzgNE5F_wYuxvTsTgUXkXpRGwnVA/s320/IMG_4935.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took the rocks from Abishai's camp stash and actually made his initials out of them. I hope this inspires him to play with them more.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBcCofZJ0SNxogc1mx44H1DsvrghzQq-o1G-Jl2ltnJ1dt2r2u8BG9nYSArU27bpsEZgjYSkBLlraom9T1wur80zMvaXNokB7ire3Gn_J4BBJgfurjs6iiqQ46kgOPyxFXAy4deOCaMLBW0wnhXbR205FpGUrmSxBZqE4pLbXSdiFXB1lFf3YvA/s4032/IMG_4936.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBcCofZJ0SNxogc1mx44H1DsvrghzQq-o1G-Jl2ltnJ1dt2r2u8BG9nYSArU27bpsEZgjYSkBLlraom9T1wur80zMvaXNokB7ire3Gn_J4BBJgfurjs6iiqQ46kgOPyxFXAy4deOCaMLBW0wnhXbR205FpGUrmSxBZqE4pLbXSdiFXB1lFf3YvA/w480-h640/IMG_4936.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooo, this photo came out very well! I was hoping it would with the rainbow through the sunset. Beautiful!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4mYX7wMwQmoBWbE9HhPq7sbhh_8KmESqqQ8WXkrgVCvlxByhWsfDZ8C7RYSfLJvbcq-dj40_uqsP0Hx230asGLAZ3vRDrz_f8lhROhcsUSqWhJ8XGJpbbg7YKhbxIh8djE-dI4PwUE7uUj63g_RbJuG_LcIof5usrpGMI94iiAnvmCkBeSM8fA/s3520/IMG_4938.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih4mYX7wMwQmoBWbE9HhPq7sbhh_8KmESqqQ8WXkrgVCvlxByhWsfDZ8C7RYSfLJvbcq-dj40_uqsP0Hx230asGLAZ3vRDrz_f8lhROhcsUSqWhJ8XGJpbbg7YKhbxIh8djE-dI4PwUE7uUj63g_RbJuG_LcIof5usrpGMI94iiAnvmCkBeSM8fA/w360-h640/IMG_4938.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And because the other two were away, Jared saved a few Roman Candles for them. Only Keturah and Abishai were willing to mess around with them and had a blast for a few minutes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72wpdxIbv2yTxjbKLmhCBBBFLOZK1htk7CVIdv92bQxT19qIkeXB330RWDLwjJgEVEbVGtxxvP9iRBEj0CES439CXHgWGtgOLnsOlnlXCxVAlj4wpgHEl1sPKrF-tHQ7uPyY4Tg-RSe8Qg8jfxu1f0LSwdtT19j13irYb6QgO_9JlucJbM6yu8w/s3520/IMG_4942.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg72wpdxIbv2yTxjbKLmhCBBBFLOZK1htk7CVIdv92bQxT19qIkeXB330RWDLwjJgEVEbVGtxxvP9iRBEj0CES439CXHgWGtgOLnsOlnlXCxVAlj4wpgHEl1sPKrF-tHQ7uPyY4Tg-RSe8Qg8jfxu1f0LSwdtT19j13irYb6QgO_9JlucJbM6yu8w/w360-h640/IMG_4942.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"We are the champions!" or we are just goofing off on a Sunday night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1WDClRKe40qBJ-xewfvBeUDFHDk2y0-zMXSWKFV_KUBg62t21MiXSu5gOGc1rfReoeH5PVpVba8H-nozUAwTbCoqjWCC_NUFDPUjG2i5h0Deq5Q4aandOBPoB_IM1eoikvc3vN8S-GE2rlJ8t38XX_OYF5S7nXlkV6nvHxeFuWXkPPlr0CLBkw/s3520/IMG_4947.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1WDClRKe40qBJ-xewfvBeUDFHDk2y0-zMXSWKFV_KUBg62t21MiXSu5gOGc1rfReoeH5PVpVba8H-nozUAwTbCoqjWCC_NUFDPUjG2i5h0Deq5Q4aandOBPoB_IM1eoikvc3vN8S-GE2rlJ8t38XX_OYF5S7nXlkV6nvHxeFuWXkPPlr0CLBkw/w360-h640/IMG_4947.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGoWO38UeexIpc3uVjVbQTKjQZMxovFAMwg_junjxdRAIDhfffbpwM9fFBA13o93nbelIp7lOGgdSEARhEBZxgahoMXH1XXAGeQN66kt5zi7gEr3BOsdBojvRY2Bf3sPtJOIujPoVkwvcu-2qmIsNZwbjbJIUOI-wFfPfiARXRGXrybMGM2AiSA/s4032/IMG_4949.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGoWO38UeexIpc3uVjVbQTKjQZMxovFAMwg_junjxdRAIDhfffbpwM9fFBA13o93nbelIp7lOGgdSEARhEBZxgahoMXH1XXAGeQN66kt5zi7gEr3BOsdBojvRY2Bf3sPtJOIujPoVkwvcu-2qmIsNZwbjbJIUOI-wFfPfiARXRGXrybMGM2AiSA/w640-h480/IMG_4949.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't quite get where this was, but it's one of the screen savers on my computer when it's in sleep mode I guess. Lupins! Perfect for PEI in June! Oh wait, it's July now so the lupins wouldn't be like this anymore. Very beautiful in person, though.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span>Sunday - </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Eh, mostly back to normal I would say. Justin didn't make it to church when Grandma picked up Keturah. Nor did he go with Jared and Abishai. No, I had to drop him off before I went to my church. That was a touch weird, but whatever. If he didn't have a job to do, I would have said tough luck or come with me. He probably would have gladly come with me and sat with Kya. Poor him and Kya. They missed each other a ton. I bet the reunion tonight at youth group was very, very sweet. They had done a great job of not texting each other at night because CIY discourages that. And then we parents forgot to tell them that it's ok to text during the day while school is out. Whoops. We need to revise rules like that a little quicker. Sorry guys! Thanks for being honest and holding to the rules! Good grief, text away! Kya will come over tomorrow after Justin works. It will be good to have her in the house again, too. It was quiet without her and Justin's giggles and antics. She and Kellie didn't get up to much last week either, lol. I guess we entertain each other, lol. I mean Kellie and I could have gotten together, but Jared was home and I think we both felt like that took priority. And then I had a bad emotional week that I didn't push to have a coffee date with her to spill my guts because I was too tired from crying and wanted Jared nearby anyway. So, there's that. We'll pick up where we left off this week.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I did get to sit next to Kellie, Kya, and Tom. And then they still had leftover food from yesterday's open house so everyone at church got fed lunch today! I had some grilled chicken lettuce and tomato, my usual so I could sit with them and Molly's family since I hadn't seen them much lately. I meant to talk to someone new, but it felt comforting to be with my friends, too. But I do have a solution to this get to know other people problem I have.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I opened the bulletin this morning, after complaining to Jared this morning about my lack of ability to make friends like the rest of them do, and saw that not only is there 2 times this month a coffee fellowship time at Hitherto and one of those times is on my birthday on Tuesday, but there's a solid 6 weeks women's Bible study on Wednesday mornings (or evenings) I can attend that would finish before school swings into full gear. Perfect! Then I could get to know maybe some younger moms at these two other coffee chats and then probably get to know older women at the morning version of this Bible study because the younger moms wouldn't be able to come because of kids. So I'll try again to memorize names. This is a direct answer to prayer today, just a few hours after I was lamenting about it. Praise the Lord! Some real potential! Woot! Woot! </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- I was also wrestling with this decision Jared has to make - do Rooted or not, and there's another meet and greet with open groups coming up. Why he felt he needed to tell me that, I don't know. Both of these things really complicate matters. Both kind of should require me to attend with me because it's a life group, i.e. doing life together, i.e. you can pretend you're a single guy, but you aren't. And I didn't want him to make new friends at ICCC and become more entrenched in ICCC. And add to his hrs away from home. He's already got 1 Bible study and 2 accountability groups, one of which I told him not to do. I have nothing. So, there's that. I told him that he can't do Tuesday night Rooted because I don't know what else is going to be going on Tuesday nights. He can do a Sunday morning Rooted group, but it's up to him to either give up volunteering in the nursery or give up going to in person service and watch it later at 4:30. But he can't add any other spiritual formation stuff to our week. I can, because I have none. And kids' schedules come first right now, anyway. Sigh. I'm grateful he finally has this opportunity to lead, but it's not the right timing and it doesn't line up with our family dynamics right now. </span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Lunch was alright. I think Leah was frustrated that I ate at New Pal Bible Church. Well, I was helping them out and I didn't want to look like a fool and not eat while everybody was eating. Gary and Leah cooked up a bunch of meat and had the usual fruit salad, regular salad, and corn on the cob. I didn't take any meat and for some reason Jared didn't either. Gary asked Jared if he was becoming vegan. Jared's head was turned towards me so Gary couldn't see it, but Jared rolled his eyes at me. I wish Jared had said something, but he was in the middle of fixing a Nerf gun. Abishai did get to have a very short Nerf war with Grandpa. Then Grandpa was convinced that Justin wanted to play corn hole. He did not. Justin wanted to play his video games and have his quiet time before youth group. So I told Justin, just tell Grandpa that. He did and then he walked home and waited for me to bring the house key. Meanwhile Abishai was melting down because he wanted the blue bean bags and not the red ones. Oh my, let's take pouty face home. So, games with Grandpa and Grandma were short, but we got them in this week. And the other two got to talk about CIY for all of dinner as well.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Benaiah got to take Ava to their first wedding this afternoon. The first wedding that Benaiah was invited to that none of us were invited to. Ava was Benaiah's plus one of course. Poor Benaiah was running behind schedule and having trouble tying his tie. And then he noticed a blood stain on his white shirt. Sigh. I'm sure he had a great time though. He's such a big boy now, going to weddings on his own, driving a big box truck, struggling through Macroeconomics because it's all word problems and isn't based on logical thinking. And he even turned down a job offer! Someone knew someone from church and they sought out the church person for Benaiah's information! My kid, who hasn't been to college, mind you, was offered a job based on word of mouth. That's incredible! Way to go!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- The rest of the afternoon was spent resting. Jared went to get some things for the pool filter, which didn't get done yet, but that's ok. It looks easiest enough IF a certain man follows directions and lets me handle it. He wanted to finish it off today, but he didn't take the instruction booklet with him or look up what kind of sand he needed and so he bought the wrong sand. You can't substitute play sand with pool sand. Play sand is too coarse and won't collect the smallest particles it needs to in order to keep the pool clean. So, Jared will pick up the right kind of sand from Wanamaker Feed and Seed tomorrow. And then sometime I might do all the hoses and surprise him. We'll see. Again, no pressure to get it done. We get it done when it gets done.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Justin did have a great time at youth group. Most of the girls were gone because they helping at the VBS at New Pal Bible Church. Abishai didn't want to give up Tang Soo Do to go to VBS. Oh well. It's not a requirement. Abishai also recognizes the difference between the two churches and it bothers him that Justin goes to a different youth group and I don't go to church with the rest of the family. Even Benaiah made a comment about something I said that was negative about Indian Creek. Oh yeah, that's right! They sent an email to everyone that went to CIY because many have tested positive for Covid-19 but I couldn't tell if they were targeting a certain kid or not, so I was complaining about that. Plus, I get really annoyed that we are still talking about Covid-19. Like I'm a) going to test my kids or b) quarantine them for the total alotted time. Nope! If they look and act sick, they will stay home for a couple of days. If they don't, off they go to wherever. Herd immunity for the win. And of course people would get Covid-19 from being at a place like CIY! That's a no brainer! Someone is bound to get sick. It's par for the course. It's actually pretty demeaning now to see the "wash your hands" posters or "be sure to keep your kids home when they are sick" mottos. No, duh, Sherlock. I'm more worried about Oliver in Abishai's Tang Soo Do class coughing all over everyone last week. I even dreamed about it, too. So, yup, I'm so over a) Covid-19 b) being talked down to like a 3rd grader by the government c) still being tied to Indian Creek's policies because the kids do and their policies and programming being forever linked to the Franklin Township school district. I wanted freedom, so I left, but I'm still tied down and I can't escape. Sigh. And Abishai keeps getting mad about it. He doesn't get it at all. And I am confused and lost more than over. So these new Bible studies are exactly what I need right now to get to know some women at NPBC. I'll get there. One conversation at a time.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Jared putzed around with kids after he and Abishai picked up Justin. I talked to Ketruah while they were gone and showed her where Stefanie now lives and bonding in different ways. I should have sat down and blogged earlier, but whatever, I'll finish tomorrow.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- Oh, I almost forgot! Last night, I heard this horrible crash. I think it was already after midnight. Well, I didn't get up but looked up the weather to see if it was wind or something playing with something else outside because it was to my right, just outside my window. I thought it was a branch or something. I didn't bother get up and go look. Well, when we woke up this morning, Jared has a tale to tell. I didn't know a thing because I don't use the big bathroom on my way to the bathroom. And I was too lazy to go check it. I felt bad and apologized for it. What happened was Jared needed to steady himself after getting up to go the bathroom and instead of using the walls, he put one hand on the above toliet storage organizer. Well, he didn't realize that it's not that steady and it came crashing onto him. And what little that was on it came flying. When I did see it this morning, I had to gather up everything out of the bathtub and from the bathroom floor so they wouldn't get wet or kicked. Jared didn't even start cleaning up. He said hit his left knee and he just felt light headed. It's happened to him before where he's almost passed out before. Oh goodness, I just thought of something! He could have also been dizzy this week because he's not getting enough calories with this fasting routine he's on, eating only between 12pm and 6 pm. Ugh, that's not good. From the concussion from the attic door, to not eating much, to another fall now, to drinking sips of his bourbon collection all week, hm...Time to reconsider some choices, dear. And the best part was when he was trying to describe how he was going to fix it. Like I'm going to let him scab together fixing it with a whole new piece of wood or something! We all know he has no talent in woodworking. Nope, sorry, don't touch it. I will try to order parts or something first. Leave it alone before you screw it up more. Sigh. I'm sorry I didn't get up to check on Jared. But I think I would have been more upset last night. At least by seeing it this morning, I didn't have time to stew on it. But still, my beautiful cabinet that took forever to find! It was on clearance! Sigh. It's a good thing I hadn't gotten to cleaning out my bathrroom cupboards yet. Super frustrating.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>- So, it's been a longish day again. And I keep falling asleep. The photos will have to wait until tomorrow. It's 11pm and I didn't eat dinner and I have to check email still. Sigh. At least I scheduled a massage for myself tomorrow. That was smart. I need it desperately. Last week was a nightmare. This week, I have stuff to do. Let's get her done!<br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpUDssjoTntflGzsQk--6X0fAKAPuFJtTZyJLljYsExtkRJBNOjeuRoMWAQmFIGHXvLuATSJOwesiY7tP2WXeg2S6iy0sOj_v8DSIM6XGFCOkZ_jmAjDuZIxgyTRoDyQQlpmqCXk2ROMfkr7QQ08eVK22XB7hnDzbBKK9nprzdnSd4wplR1TNRw/s720/34231_446642712811_6246056_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnpUDssjoTntflGzsQk--6X0fAKAPuFJtTZyJLljYsExtkRJBNOjeuRoMWAQmFIGHXvLuATSJOwesiY7tP2WXeg2S6iy0sOj_v8DSIM6XGFCOkZ_jmAjDuZIxgyTRoDyQQlpmqCXk2ROMfkr7QQ08eVK22XB7hnDzbBKK9nprzdnSd4wplR1TNRw/w640-h480/34231_446642712811_6246056_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was looking for photos of our trip to PEI on July 1st-4th, 2012, and found some oldies but goodies I downloaded, so I thought I would post some of them here for fun since I didn't take many others today. These are actually from 2010 from when Socks was a puppy. And when Keturah would let me do her hair at age 2. Too cute! Jared had hair as well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ctL5v6yrvS12v2IFhFeQf_fkRIEpwlK6Tpkuf4Qn1zSKSeqcm26RTKWo1lnGRWA8Qn7VvtwxW75bgo5m-h0Vex7ZEXjfDgex8I5rcks88X7zQO_BmBOl-44hboUQUr4cQlpB7ZKdihF31zr5E1MTzGLNv2dlZ0JzlUESiAKocFFmERC1bQD9OA/s720/34231_446642717811_3429746_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ctL5v6yrvS12v2IFhFeQf_fkRIEpwlK6Tpkuf4Qn1zSKSeqcm26RTKWo1lnGRWA8Qn7VvtwxW75bgo5m-h0Vex7ZEXjfDgex8I5rcks88X7zQO_BmBOl-44hboUQUr4cQlpB7ZKdihF31zr5E1MTzGLNv2dlZ0JzlUESiAKocFFmERC1bQD9OA/w640-h480/34231_446642717811_3429746_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I miss this swing, like, a lot! It was 3 full seats and I could actually lay down on it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIebVc6ixpUdfnDP8xnOz291HX08s3vofv1-DS4hhnLLwSpimAY3lynWSBZoDPZsEPkLO6F5OCy_pk_Dw4dxwULOGW5BTSq7gM2bDT1yS0wIqFYSxL8SPskqoaVVrKBDEl3iKG9Dan_xsnCC32_YvFMT_jBU5HGlCQwqk8hPxGgRin_9G0DXmdg/s720/34549_446644692811_1283089_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbIebVc6ixpUdfnDP8xnOz291HX08s3vofv1-DS4hhnLLwSpimAY3lynWSBZoDPZsEPkLO6F5OCy_pk_Dw4dxwULOGW5BTSq7gM2bDT1yS0wIqFYSxL8SPskqoaVVrKBDEl3iKG9Dan_xsnCC32_YvFMT_jBU5HGlCQwqk8hPxGgRin_9G0DXmdg/w640-h480/34549_446644692811_1283089_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My baby floof Socks at my feet! Oh goodness! So "tiny!" at just 3 months old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Dpny3EM8eSxJkIZBuk3qHqzpodqee5usErutOBswc1jVyCZPC2lz684cyKQNbKPXGpG5ba-Q_-eeBcaF3q7smTE4uFNB4MGh-DYTR8uBnrPoCkxcJvGY0IJ9D1Ga7aXbKD14EGtfANLjZckWXQ8L-QXdbNavdZJXG9fDXOB5XRmi9hr3Z-OxJg/s720/34659_446643382811_2401906_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Dpny3EM8eSxJkIZBuk3qHqzpodqee5usErutOBswc1jVyCZPC2lz684cyKQNbKPXGpG5ba-Q_-eeBcaF3q7smTE4uFNB4MGh-DYTR8uBnrPoCkxcJvGY0IJ9D1Ga7aXbKD14EGtfANLjZckWXQ8L-QXdbNavdZJXG9fDXOB5XRmi9hr3Z-OxJg/w640-h480/34659_446643382811_2401906_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Nora, so under 1 yr old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8xQ8faojmtVPnHCL-TM5IeoVjmQPwrppPn0JGDJZFWm3TyfnIlJW1j_mo3Efpyc7eo9xuHzEsQtr_W1FeaDrAjdvn6keTyphRp-hI3-RTHyOitZn03wQhrKC24SWju1BjG8EahARlFHmQ8Xnfm6WSMg6FdTGu6pLZs1KxwfcZa_VE5EjUyXsDw/s720/34910_446642762811_7777928_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl8xQ8faojmtVPnHCL-TM5IeoVjmQPwrppPn0JGDJZFWm3TyfnIlJW1j_mo3Efpyc7eo9xuHzEsQtr_W1FeaDrAjdvn6keTyphRp-hI3-RTHyOitZn03wQhrKC24SWju1BjG8EahARlFHmQ8Xnfm6WSMg6FdTGu6pLZs1KxwfcZa_VE5EjUyXsDw/w640-h480/34910_446642762811_7777928_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared with hair!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKVjWJSSaSuJ_fVmUdBo5gDdGXRRQ-kuRt57Gw-jToh8CnvrisM4o3DiC9jARIc-eBPYBh--lVglZXOfLQJvqQYeJSI5ms-ayUgtR6Q0_slLMhf1J9TwteueNJCBiaM_hVUeSCRDsKT69xFii72XxKpfQ77ORjc4DyiCeUD29hC1MUypcDL1hsg/s720/34910_446642767811_4919978_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKVjWJSSaSuJ_fVmUdBo5gDdGXRRQ-kuRt57Gw-jToh8CnvrisM4o3DiC9jARIc-eBPYBh--lVglZXOfLQJvqQYeJSI5ms-ayUgtR6Q0_slLMhf1J9TwteueNJCBiaM_hVUeSCRDsKT69xFii72XxKpfQ77ORjc4DyiCeUD29hC1MUypcDL1hsg/w640-h480/34910_446642767811_4919978_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always a happy dog who desparately needed to be with his people. Check out that paw size though! He's always been a handsome dog!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMoUDSQyKNxB4dxaXYE_bF8-3qezvrcHb2-tfcQzokeLpMOODRKrCLqSQ68K4TLlyBx03aCwZNyrCsq1X5LA9RcYxRSuK_ho0ByvMyQLsaQpXBL6G3LGIUuTHpQfoXLyfK1CLUbcIZEa_sBrRfBa6HawcZy8DUYAyt5iC0CLBLtWE8cTbcNw5wQ/s720/35216_446638047811_5632808_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcMoUDSQyKNxB4dxaXYE_bF8-3qezvrcHb2-tfcQzokeLpMOODRKrCLqSQ68K4TLlyBx03aCwZNyrCsq1X5LA9RcYxRSuK_ho0ByvMyQLsaQpXBL6G3LGIUuTHpQfoXLyfK1CLUbcIZEa_sBrRfBa6HawcZy8DUYAyt5iC0CLBLtWE8cTbcNw5wQ/w640-h480/35216_446638047811_5632808_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure why we were all waiting outside of el Rodeo for. But, man, the kids were just babies!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQ9nGd-8kspDvmq32l5ghjS6hLQJEoDFdIUdApHy6l62vW8LN0tT628hFJ3l9n9I05nkX-CGScOszFdatyfdDxJ2k39eeYAeW_jCKxbDL9g8Cy9a7S1w3_s0IMwfcViKY_U42n0LS4TZ_1-HQFFy_EolE1iB3D_72q7s0EOrTsTVTRHqaxSfatg/s720/35287_446641567811_158339_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQ9nGd-8kspDvmq32l5ghjS6hLQJEoDFdIUdApHy6l62vW8LN0tT628hFJ3l9n9I05nkX-CGScOszFdatyfdDxJ2k39eeYAeW_jCKxbDL9g8Cy9a7S1w3_s0IMwfcViKY_U42n0LS4TZ_1-HQFFy_EolE1iB3D_72q7s0EOrTsTVTRHqaxSfatg/s320/35287_446641567811_158339_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I should have turned these upright, but oh well. Kind of prophetic of Benaiah driving a delivery truck 12 years later! Not for Frito Lay, but yeah, who knew! This was at a Touch-A-Truck event.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8rdnoAiwL4vV7mtD5ElxugCCbu8eOy4GWm5KGmQB9y5iiE0OdgMNITfOudxP8ZXhw_n1NqGP9OBL27_cE2QIlzDLVmynGsL6nL-dT6asj7bDf8wpsp1kWd0nGG7_tUXoMAlAUsnzqfipfH37pqG3CysLgrjuBZJODPhsFQj1ThTtNxJoCNjO1A/s720/36450_446641347811_2242643_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB8rdnoAiwL4vV7mtD5ElxugCCbu8eOy4GWm5KGmQB9y5iiE0OdgMNITfOudxP8ZXhw_n1NqGP9OBL27_cE2QIlzDLVmynGsL6nL-dT6asj7bDf8wpsp1kWd0nGG7_tUXoMAlAUsnzqfipfH37pqG3CysLgrjuBZJODPhsFQj1ThTtNxJoCNjO1A/w640-h480/36450_446641347811_2242643_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">5 yr old itty bitty Justin. He's so cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4New24EW8568LfApAWA6N5OfrcSJxpIhh50J20_NroQlfJRtYdeR9YF7WeTjR0-edlpxTgbw8tVLlIzqcN4co694_CVqhew-F5JEV1gNPov3QFqV2s5GKOFOR89mIaPHjyoJfdXPmxFEaHU4zln01C8FOAfjm_kY3Hy7zLZ4qDhT4zhjJNKCew/s720/36459_446641402811_2532207_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4New24EW8568LfApAWA6N5OfrcSJxpIhh50J20_NroQlfJRtYdeR9YF7WeTjR0-edlpxTgbw8tVLlIzqcN4co694_CVqhew-F5JEV1gNPov3QFqV2s5GKOFOR89mIaPHjyoJfdXPmxFEaHU4zln01C8FOAfjm_kY3Hy7zLZ4qDhT4zhjJNKCew/w640-h480/36459_446641402811_2532207_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I said no pictures!" Yeah, that started young for her. And the no smile thing. But those red shoes are the ones that had squeakers in them so every time she would take a step you'd hear a little squeak. We loved them! This is about the only time she and the boys ever sat on a school bus, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5d5rFKSflVcFSFORf9c4mA2OPhhy-tDjkTALNzfWHg0FNayvtr9SOBFhyJ7Up-qwhK46VrvwWe4xh4833Lx9iyuzsiBlgk2Q-wPJCNvYzBYpXcYWlZ0H1fHsRvMh6h8k8_pPKQrghD1QY4HylMNPIIvwMyzPBypwdpL_41bQI_3-LG91KY9IuA/s720/36460_446637992811_5512052_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm5d5rFKSflVcFSFORf9c4mA2OPhhy-tDjkTALNzfWHg0FNayvtr9SOBFhyJ7Up-qwhK46VrvwWe4xh4833Lx9iyuzsiBlgk2Q-wPJCNvYzBYpXcYWlZ0H1fHsRvMh6h8k8_pPKQrghD1QY4HylMNPIIvwMyzPBypwdpL_41bQI_3-LG91KY9IuA/w640-h480/36460_446637992811_5512052_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjous6MlFSgPwt_Hkd-qrX3c8xq8JNginqtgR7Kb1mSe-E-WTRFdPzkW8WUTnV06mD68HgTqy3Ltao76dOUROMYWhK7d9q8_Et7JOwiKHuwoxnJPa2Ze-YI6hz99gTCxoqPkmqs2HuZOUAWJoSZvCVkoVs2EOPGJLHANADjNkyueqpPN4VZk_CCMg/s720/36638_446640857811_5073454_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjous6MlFSgPwt_Hkd-qrX3c8xq8JNginqtgR7Kb1mSe-E-WTRFdPzkW8WUTnV06mD68HgTqy3Ltao76dOUROMYWhK7d9q8_Et7JOwiKHuwoxnJPa2Ze-YI6hz99gTCxoqPkmqs2HuZOUAWJoSZvCVkoVs2EOPGJLHANADjNkyueqpPN4VZk_CCMg/w640-h480/36638_446640857811_5073454_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I still wear the tank top and the skirt. I have the shoes, but they aren't quite in style anymore. I think this is the ugliest interior for a limo I've ever seen. Blech.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbXc3GZBvc5myepUrl10TFZooCoU9plALpQIDbULLdtFItUEz-rZe0kihE34RrAst2xV9qAIjFTZ0DI-DcxUyRFUc6Y79nk-HZNf-5pMHxj-wOZH0yPS8KzB3ELdfcHPKP8d8YFHG7KrOnkR7qbaixhgHrqhVmPZ_ZS6pF4Q0opz96nKPcPfodQ/s720/36698_446641022811_7370638_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbXc3GZBvc5myepUrl10TFZooCoU9plALpQIDbULLdtFItUEz-rZe0kihE34RrAst2xV9qAIjFTZ0DI-DcxUyRFUc6Y79nk-HZNf-5pMHxj-wOZH0yPS8KzB3ELdfcHPKP8d8YFHG7KrOnkR7qbaixhgHrqhVmPZ_ZS6pF4Q0opz96nKPcPfodQ/s320/36698_446641022811_7370638_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The need for sugar started young with this one as well. But, I had her wear pink things until she started to protest. Why not? She's my only girl!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhX22TB21MyIQpHDTzb377gQ64y4vKdKswHkfci5Rmr-gFB_aWTgrSXagv3dRWOk-qiVO0pmBbjhtNW-ky6Hxxj9xXtGNFA61N1fsQ3YHBPR3hEJUPffUyyjfBM5phLU3cx52cBMMBuDpLZuoM8tbWf45H3iEttOGVl556ieXKhWXqklX5rJhH_A/s720/36707_446642817811_775839_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhX22TB21MyIQpHDTzb377gQ64y4vKdKswHkfci5Rmr-gFB_aWTgrSXagv3dRWOk-qiVO0pmBbjhtNW-ky6Hxxj9xXtGNFA61N1fsQ3YHBPR3hEJUPffUyyjfBM5phLU3cx52cBMMBuDpLZuoM8tbWf45H3iEttOGVl556ieXKhWXqklX5rJhH_A/s320/36707_446642817811_775839_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my, look at how short these two are at Grandma's kitchen island! They still have the same set up with the same kitchen island, shelves, lamps, chairs, stool in the background, etc.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjfSpzdIjjWk2CyEG8R4ckzT8Fb6rabVtf-0VUDUbEr9hj1Hag7UfX6L_EjacRNzJ8F6Z6zewCg_hYd4emF3xFnjFHEMDRCPb9gdny0aTLdalKOPLTpRUoJHYTL1JeARudAp3wqVxmt5QnlKBb2QpGIxG79tbyEqxDg5jBhsCneBURG4HRy1wCg/s720/36881_446640737811_6047829_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjfSpzdIjjWk2CyEG8R4ckzT8Fb6rabVtf-0VUDUbEr9hj1Hag7UfX6L_EjacRNzJ8F6Z6zewCg_hYd4emF3xFnjFHEMDRCPb9gdny0aTLdalKOPLTpRUoJHYTL1JeARudAp3wqVxmt5QnlKBb2QpGIxG79tbyEqxDg5jBhsCneBURG4HRy1wCg/w640-h480/36881_446640737811_6047829_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, now do you see the resemblance between Abishai and Justin? Much more than the resemblance between Benaiah and Abishai? It's the hair I think, and the skinny arms and legs. And Abishai likes to wear this t-shirt at 7 yrs old still while Justin is only 5 in this photo I think.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sPrvRHgGQdzzKAlfXtXHDoIBaWinmWYf0K20vUP65mhbjSGQ2SfE3gL-iMTl1aAuSRyF2I6r7RVTHGaJlICp1sJW0PZOiM0x_a9nmKdKA-9rl37-aWD0fBO6qMFggRP0ECa_uvI_UIknRBTH_hnd47uooS2Tb7J0_Ue8aLmjQui52AOkrnXrBQ/s720/36881_446640752811_7903811_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sPrvRHgGQdzzKAlfXtXHDoIBaWinmWYf0K20vUP65mhbjSGQ2SfE3gL-iMTl1aAuSRyF2I6r7RVTHGaJlICp1sJW0PZOiM0x_a9nmKdKA-9rl37-aWD0fBO6qMFggRP0ECa_uvI_UIknRBTH_hnd47uooS2Tb7J0_Ue8aLmjQui52AOkrnXrBQ/w640-h480/36881_446640752811_7903811_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My babies who aren't babies anymore. In fact, I think all of them have pretty much gotten to their final heights and weights now that they are 14, 20, and 17. Here they are only 2, 8, and 5. Time flies!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xRi2n3jDoh_78_R41T2Xbn9sh14_wyQPprBnLJXyHQlaKUNCLtueYG8k0-ci9Y8OhuJ9jdSEq1y4kBfQFT_sh_pdgKZNwPrOEct1FeaQ6Pe76wRje-39YC7_nwSGIiC6o4SpIXLF9OavLPA8x5Ow_4r2pWX9RxH8bMvyXDcD_9WTEXGJ6SoKsA/s720/37240_446642647811_4122763_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xRi2n3jDoh_78_R41T2Xbn9sh14_wyQPprBnLJXyHQlaKUNCLtueYG8k0-ci9Y8OhuJ9jdSEq1y4kBfQFT_sh_pdgKZNwPrOEct1FeaQ6Pe76wRje-39YC7_nwSGIiC6o4SpIXLF9OavLPA8x5Ow_4r2pWX9RxH8bMvyXDcD_9WTEXGJ6SoKsA/w640-h480/37240_446642647811_4122763_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this floofy floof is 12 1/2 yrs old and has slowed down so much in life. No more puppy left in him, poor thing. But wasn't he absolutely adorable? And such a good puppy, too, hardly chewing up anything! And maybe half a dozen accidents in the house. That's my baby dogga!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0yFtrt59Ds-D6WJfZC0hUeHNY2xkuPRwU5VoQdml898UNOjF2RKZFh6OBbEEeDp-9vA5Jlsa423ZENxiZuXWBanJHnY7fj9jxMgAePb4RS4RsuO_0b_4iWhPD7NdoTTSg67FoaBb_v3l1xik6Zggw1gjr13PIc_go4FiZ-tWBKzh3rsdefr6XaA/s720/37471_446643617811_1031423_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0yFtrt59Ds-D6WJfZC0hUeHNY2xkuPRwU5VoQdml898UNOjF2RKZFh6OBbEEeDp-9vA5Jlsa423ZENxiZuXWBanJHnY7fj9jxMgAePb4RS4RsuO_0b_4iWhPD7NdoTTSg67FoaBb_v3l1xik6Zggw1gjr13PIc_go4FiZ-tWBKzh3rsdefr6XaA/w640-h480/37471_446643617811_1031423_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sheepish grin. The same sheepish grin Abishai has! And bare toes. Right next to the sparklers, yikes! Where are his parents?! Oh yeah, taking the photo! Not smart, Mom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZbvam6mkKgfXmYm-ICxo7gGzYoXXQHPI8e-iFlrh50eYdfuSknFjacsrkagpMRZH5rEiLdju5sYg8VAGG0zM9NmudzrLSBvGwALBRIDBmWQaXkBFzAJaKQlFN1zJFsiM0i3IeV4QuXTAs2Ju9_5crCsu_O3M9aFnhPnWYa6YriJH8JC9ZVv-5g/s720/37471_446643627811_6992522_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZbvam6mkKgfXmYm-ICxo7gGzYoXXQHPI8e-iFlrh50eYdfuSknFjacsrkagpMRZH5rEiLdju5sYg8VAGG0zM9NmudzrLSBvGwALBRIDBmWQaXkBFzAJaKQlFN1zJFsiM0i3IeV4QuXTAs2Ju9_5crCsu_O3M9aFnhPnWYa6YriJH8JC9ZVv-5g/w640-h480/37471_446643627811_6992522_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They thought it was going to bite them or something. You crazies! And check out that adorable all pink princess nightgown on Keturah. So sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLcNJkuFlqPX42lFNtnw75IhncFH_PTmV8mgPjGqnDIF7T41U1lAskQeRJPGJCowp992nRW9FenwfwuRnjdB3mdFtAdq0L5YVT72xkmIoPT_mqtanDJrdes99H10ELmIYzRJZN1IU4rA1hKbvvPwNvgZrRhloO6xavjm0cMp1TpxWyY11Tl5HwQ/s720/37594_446644652811_154171_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLcNJkuFlqPX42lFNtnw75IhncFH_PTmV8mgPjGqnDIF7T41U1lAskQeRJPGJCowp992nRW9FenwfwuRnjdB3mdFtAdq0L5YVT72xkmIoPT_mqtanDJrdes99H10ELmIYzRJZN1IU4rA1hKbvvPwNvgZrRhloO6xavjm0cMp1TpxWyY11Tl5HwQ/w640-h480/37594_446644652811_154171_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah and Nora.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KPEXsQ2iG2pPYSeTN9txUp_Ns6TFMaPaVLrPoT4NairSRu4bVMBWEeGBcG-q75c34Ug-dtX6tncI9fXqSfNqmSsQr9bJ6y50yeC5QWLMN1C2M3vOYzy0N2o71buO1KOtRfvQkeo-F28avxvRXfhRfuVquay5Gi32UQPxRjoyMI3ePGuV2qt3kw/s720/1916314_446638117811_2556578_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6KPEXsQ2iG2pPYSeTN9txUp_Ns6TFMaPaVLrPoT4NairSRu4bVMBWEeGBcG-q75c34Ug-dtX6tncI9fXqSfNqmSsQr9bJ6y50yeC5QWLMN1C2M3vOYzy0N2o71buO1KOtRfvQkeo-F28avxvRXfhRfuVquay5Gi32UQPxRjoyMI3ePGuV2qt3kw/w640-h480/1916314_446638117811_2556578_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking a nap behind Mommy's computer chair in the basement while she works at night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzt3IOBDbuOZOkteTjqWKHnCGLXVjqtXi2kNj628eC8UfDW5_DJAilwTmmPqBqDzyhDfhFJgxbJSOwcO9uicQlU7wGEaV3EXcvZ4ZmU6q-y_IoUFbFWSdVS6nLdOhLaaBz7que7ofOrC6QwV4fGkk-kXtr1O-BkjlOCVyT2vcOHHEupWOEELbGA/s526/36849470_10156517196522812_7235986322765119488_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAzt3IOBDbuOZOkteTjqWKHnCGLXVjqtXi2kNj628eC8UfDW5_DJAilwTmmPqBqDzyhDfhFJgxbJSOwcO9uicQlU7wGEaV3EXcvZ4ZmU6q-y_IoUFbFWSdVS6nLdOhLaaBz7que7ofOrC6QwV4fGkk-kXtr1O-BkjlOCVyT2vcOHHEupWOEELbGA/s320/36849470_10156517196522812_7235986322765119488_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fast forward to some randomness on other July 4th's. I'm thinking this was freshman or sophomore year, so 2016 or 2017. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iyUN1zmgc3yn7qm8oaet2_MFJbsXiDcQcMCqtH3NiwRZxhP8uUh67NXr3MLFhNrA13Llx2af4iX0TNTzLRytydRT9odt4Rq11wVplZkB7OebX2bVjgijVgrZPrI-dql6Zu3j9Ev8T6YaD3oITaFYEaSfD9YoE8QucXXtUamCEcnhsqQRMuDYXA/s526/36850504_10156517194077812_7591609309931241472_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3iyUN1zmgc3yn7qm8oaet2_MFJbsXiDcQcMCqtH3NiwRZxhP8uUh67NXr3MLFhNrA13Llx2af4iX0TNTzLRytydRT9odt4Rq11wVplZkB7OebX2bVjgijVgrZPrI-dql6Zu3j9Ev8T6YaD3oITaFYEaSfD9YoE8QucXXtUamCEcnhsqQRMuDYXA/w640-h640/36850504_10156517194077812_7591609309931241472_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one just proves how fast boys grow up tall! Definitely in that 2016-2017 range, so in between the previous pics and now. Goofy short haircut for Justin. I like his current long haircut. And the guy in the white shirt is his best friend Bryce.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Hzx2pmPsv1t_VRcSAjvMjFGrFiIt7INTGJe6ouBGDFiTN-cT5oNs4UxfBZJsuU6EvwXirJm8zePvoS0jicmPkkY5coBH6o8b_odtXyII8V6Fx0QXRYjfAeNY4F-F2Dff-ANBN7EUMjKdltSGU3C0UXsc30JZSZe02-x1aoZsb8ftFAsVxtglUg/s720/36857630_10156517190017812_2730918417874812928_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Hzx2pmPsv1t_VRcSAjvMjFGrFiIt7INTGJe6ouBGDFiTN-cT5oNs4UxfBZJsuU6EvwXirJm8zePvoS0jicmPkkY5coBH6o8b_odtXyII8V6Fx0QXRYjfAeNY4F-F2Dff-ANBN7EUMjKdltSGU3C0UXsc30JZSZe02-x1aoZsb8ftFAsVxtglUg/s320/36857630_10156517190017812_2730918417874812928_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blueberry picking several years ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8QnRux6HlgGTHM8XBQMWLUUnWTUT4zTbCfSRmKVgr4xf9iGjAKgVFm7DOsWpYJPMZks8h2TPo-gT_krZdFBr4BcBOum9w-330n0XL0uyHAG2V42r91FdEb_yv6fpmxTpkuAKTMBfEIucRMOGorqkJm7QB3_zwZZfJOS0aEiRkRvVxjZzQgmx4w/s640/36859003_10156517186747812_4217387576610258944_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8QnRux6HlgGTHM8XBQMWLUUnWTUT4zTbCfSRmKVgr4xf9iGjAKgVFm7DOsWpYJPMZks8h2TPo-gT_krZdFBr4BcBOum9w-330n0XL0uyHAG2V42r91FdEb_yv6fpmxTpkuAKTMBfEIucRMOGorqkJm7QB3_zwZZfJOS0aEiRkRvVxjZzQgmx4w/s320/36859003_10156517186747812_4217387576610258944_n.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Babushka in 2016.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MbBKzAgjdcSJCKZwQJ89Cyyb7wtQkk-8diMa_WVaohrvb-Tnkk9NljW_35QOvjARhspKqorjuovOleik0-JtnIhVa6wCtMn8ubcXnfzQwXh1gJ6wm47IprwBSsdRwwk8eHjj4wM6eFo5wma2aI6gbJUIUHYyUiqFYxOp_2g8E1jlcXnz9nL4SQ/s640/36963139_10156517193017812_2753148502878978048_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MbBKzAgjdcSJCKZwQJ89Cyyb7wtQkk-8diMa_WVaohrvb-Tnkk9NljW_35QOvjARhspKqorjuovOleik0-JtnIhVa6wCtMn8ubcXnfzQwXh1gJ6wm47IprwBSsdRwwk8eHjj4wM6eFo5wma2aI6gbJUIUHYyUiqFYxOp_2g8E1jlcXnz9nL4SQ/w512-h640/36963139_10156517193017812_2753148502878978048_n.jpg" width="512" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm guessing it was her first time going to CIY Mix. She looks so tiny!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmNLB6txIGlYq9AIONJTxxkjC0TstOoD7TPm84yjs_l1hcJr8FAVwZJACwHtDvciDkIMZQb73FDwH2dPMRCIuF1019LzxBWgyUwIBMWBnz0g3kT4CVrGVNpwirLiiDaElH49dZO-MzRm8ZoyBzl1FO3VWQ8ApIZDSj-A6iIO3FT5r9MVD2PGjGA/s4032/IMG_4951.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmNLB6txIGlYq9AIONJTxxkjC0TstOoD7TPm84yjs_l1hcJr8FAVwZJACwHtDvciDkIMZQb73FDwH2dPMRCIuF1019LzxBWgyUwIBMWBnz0g3kT4CVrGVNpwirLiiDaElH49dZO-MzRm8ZoyBzl1FO3VWQ8ApIZDSj-A6iIO3FT5r9MVD2PGjGA/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now, fast forward to TONIGHT, and I get this nice big spider going across my floor! Jared! I told you we need to spray the outside brick wall/foundation of the house! This is literally the 4th huge bug I have found in two weeks! There were two millipede things in the little bathroom. Then this huge flying insect drops down on top of my desk late at night and then this spider comes crawling out from under my desk. I'm SO over it! It's not a brown recluse. It's just a smallish house spider. But gee whiz! No more bugs! I guess we stopped treating for bugs a couple of years ago and I didn't notice. I just don't like when I come upon them suddenly and it's in the middle of the night or it's been dark or something. Enough is enough!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XuzrFjcf0dJS7jfFkZA99IAZGPW2GCj_1DyOaErVQj9CwY9TqLwk0ijmDadEhKvJSlIVkPuxDZizT3grukkt3ebazx3Ydc3nzWs1_U9qCHt75UvBZebLwE4_RxqGuJD0AqUYWr5ys2LONdu8xcL7qzANv9MlwVNW7zI8sK2Se58iS5MgYRWqAw/s4032/IMG_4952.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2XuzrFjcf0dJS7jfFkZA99IAZGPW2GCj_1DyOaErVQj9CwY9TqLwk0ijmDadEhKvJSlIVkPuxDZizT3grukkt3ebazx3Ydc3nzWs1_U9qCHt75UvBZebLwE4_RxqGuJD0AqUYWr5ys2LONdu8xcL7qzANv9MlwVNW7zI8sK2Se58iS5MgYRWqAw/s320/IMG_4952.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can't read it, but this is the bulletin for New Pal Bible Church. And in it, there's a women's summer Bible study that is about to start, a women's fellowship time this week, and a monthly women's mtg coming up. What an answer to my prayer just this morning about finding some connections at my new church! Sunday morning is not the time to actually fellowship with new people and get to know someone. You need a longer time to sit down and talk. And it needs to be done in groups where there's less chaos. I can't wait to go to all of this stuff! I'll memorize names of 2-3 ladies at a time. And eventually I'll remember them one by one. I have to remember, I have a 20 year history of knowing people's names at Indian Creek and a lot of times I can't remember even their names either. I'm the new person. They only have to remember 1 new name. I have to remember dozens of new names and stories. One week at a time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPojiY_fKNrODfa1HkXJIs6odItChevkxmVSPjWafm0EcPkfG6-gjTYk9OVnE4D4XxoHieYdAEFeaj4BGXLpS1jix7qjIqI28spy8MwvsrzphxIeeOzH3pJLf4yF5eJwnbTXc5X9bWEPBdaGZ0A4T5twe5XCk08AfCQgFSIAFp9UeYL5YdRZvTQ/s1792/IMG_4953.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmPojiY_fKNrODfa1HkXJIs6odItChevkxmVSPjWafm0EcPkfG6-gjTYk9OVnE4D4XxoHieYdAEFeaj4BGXLpS1jix7qjIqI28spy8MwvsrzphxIeeOzH3pJLf4yF5eJwnbTXc5X9bWEPBdaGZ0A4T5twe5XCk08AfCQgFSIAFp9UeYL5YdRZvTQ/w296-h640/IMG_4953.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good to remember when I'm missing my PEI friendships. And when I try to remember that when people leave the Creek, Gary and Leah grieve the loss of that relationship, too. Because let's face it, you can't keep up with everyone if they are out of sight, out of mind and you don't have Facebook to remind you of them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNomZ4k3RJ3Y7m_gZvsGXM-OEV8mGgtIFj_kG8qHpDrfYAriFzTTS5OCQO6LqhEX8uZxjYCtBlZupxK71nDhOGuw6OKu5JGaDj8K42TRu32yDf23OMHcZTvHjN1mIx-2C4NOwSeMNfZ0H0leawC-jX6Q8o3a-EwgSdgBpY8oiL1_e195M_IX3Vg/s3520/IMG_4956.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrNomZ4k3RJ3Y7m_gZvsGXM-OEV8mGgtIFj_kG8qHpDrfYAriFzTTS5OCQO6LqhEX8uZxjYCtBlZupxK71nDhOGuw6OKu5JGaDj8K42TRu32yDf23OMHcZTvHjN1mIx-2C4NOwSeMNfZ0H0leawC-jX6Q8o3a-EwgSdgBpY8oiL1_e195M_IX3Vg/w360-h640/IMG_4956.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai brought Nerf guns to Grandma and Grandpa's house for a Nerf gun battle between Daddy and Grandpa after lunch. They played for about 10 minutes. I think Grandpa got tired and he can't turn the corners as fast as Abishai can.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_YdWvNa7iHBXzgqfqZd3kGe73gn-3I_hiLy3zhkXACNvB7b79RfBftMMwGy4L_MHOC8p6MpN-XOInbF5cO4u1wSS_A1bLbb04LIijjSFh-_CmwoKnDm9yD_EWiB5H3F5fCSyfQFRKMeGKk-M9ZJB27HjdVCYCrYpoH45NAXim972hEFnfTBd6g/s3520/IMG_4957.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_YdWvNa7iHBXzgqfqZd3kGe73gn-3I_hiLy3zhkXACNvB7b79RfBftMMwGy4L_MHOC8p6MpN-XOInbF5cO4u1wSS_A1bLbb04LIijjSFh-_CmwoKnDm9yD_EWiB5H3F5fCSyfQFRKMeGKk-M9ZJB27HjdVCYCrYpoH45NAXim972hEFnfTBd6g/w360-h640/IMG_4957.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The hardest thing is finding all the bullets and reloading them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL4-45uJjWTrFI8NdyBMcIZQlYhAqnY80UOcc0K2f4z-rmrXhIITr6UvgJiX8JlKPIrjBqysiKUNa9wo21XHM0bA-3VPAEfAgkh9P7bH2xmPUHKHdxq0ezGFBiBEjaYhyJczN2fVb5yFP9yMQVtbCJwJUl79dgI8Hu_76-p9n2AEGZQE2jUSm82g/w640-h480/IMG_4971.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then it was cornhole with Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa wanted to play with Justin, but Justin said no thanks. I don't know how the team thing works. But I do know that Abishai wanted to throw the blue bean bags and got mad when he had to throw the red ones. Well, then, it was time to go home for a nap buddy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sO9-a8ZzuDOy-7jwLzENpGWiCsK4pde_LtWdc1_ar0BoSkXs35uKwr4HlCpTIabZkRQmBSRU4FpD7gfpoapaRPdYJlJ2xCid8C69hCu2Q8iLgdDoBixNiUpM9WFxBz1WaVw7Wc8Afu2LHpzR6BJTZtI9kWDDgBuBYxAbl8o8segmYbtjab20vw/s4032/IMG_4972.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sO9-a8ZzuDOy-7jwLzENpGWiCsK4pde_LtWdc1_ar0BoSkXs35uKwr4HlCpTIabZkRQmBSRU4FpD7gfpoapaRPdYJlJ2xCid8C69hCu2Q8iLgdDoBixNiUpM9WFxBz1WaVw7Wc8Afu2LHpzR6BJTZtI9kWDDgBuBYxAbl8o8segmYbtjab20vw/w640-h480/IMG_4972.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RhDMp3SggcXlw8sEEhlc_k4yT8LJzRdQ9R_PVZWtuFR81HKeA_ZbKANznozHmtAQi6wsIzMSDpCDVxAjN2ygTcdl1YSNDVinS-ArYnx9yAGUx2sjaXtSzW3D8VKnI9GM7B0nAMK95SUqwo2p-970UkCgYjbypW_shLNOYNEI12UKlYHdtezy7w/s4032/IMG_4973.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1RhDMp3SggcXlw8sEEhlc_k4yT8LJzRdQ9R_PVZWtuFR81HKeA_ZbKANznozHmtAQi6wsIzMSDpCDVxAjN2ygTcdl1YSNDVinS-ArYnx9yAGUx2sjaXtSzW3D8VKnI9GM7B0nAMK95SUqwo2p-970UkCgYjbypW_shLNOYNEI12UKlYHdtezy7w/w480-h640/IMG_4973.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What happened to my cabinet?! Well, I heard this crash, boom, bang around 2am but didn't bother get up to investigate and probably should have. Jared had a dizzy spell when he went to the bathroom and used the wall and the cabinet to steady himself. Only the cabinet isn't anchored to the wall and it also tilts forward. Bad idea. Wham! It fell on top of him! Why he didn't grab the other wall on the other side of him, I don't know. I think he was on the verge of blacking out more than just getting a little woozy like I do. But anyway, I felt horrible for not getting up to see what happened. I definitely was more upset that I wasn't there for him and to help him up and make sure he was ok than I was about cleaning up the cabinet and it's stuff, which was everywhere. I had to do that in stages. I briefly saw the mess in the morning right after he told me (before we got up), and I scooted a few things over. And then later on I did a more thorough clean up and saw that my shampoo bottle cap had broken from the cabinet reaching all the way into the tub and there was bits and pieces of other things everywhere. I am upset about the cabinet, don't get me wrong. It took me two months to find the right one for a cheap price. It's cheaply made, yes. But I love this color. The rest of them are white or black or chic or wire racks. Or see through cabinet doors. This one is perfect with simple elegant trim, and perfect for the beachy theme without being too beachy. It was northern beachy rather than Florida beachy. Well, Jared said he will make me a new one and I said no way jose'. Sorry, but anything he makes is way too rugged and utilitarian. It's not elegant and it won't match and have the beveled edges. He's not a carpenter like that. I just want to glue the molding back in and redo the holes for the hinge and screw the door back together. It's not that bad of a fix. I've seen many videos about how to fix things. Jared doesn't have the time to make things like this anyway. He has something called the J6 slow as molasses virus where a simple 1 hr project takes a month to accomplish. No way. Leave it alone. Nice offer, but no. You aren't wasting money on materials right now. The only reason the cabinet wasn't filled yet was because we need to move it in order to paint the walls. That's why the bottom piece that goes under the toliet plumbing also wasn't in place. Thankfully the seashells didn't shatter. I think they might have chipped a tiny bit. The more concerning bit is Jared's dizzy spells and headaches and weakness. He's not eating enough calories during the day and he had got concussed from the attic ladder just a few days ago. He said he blacked out one night a few months ago while in the bathroom. I might have heard him that time, too. I need to make sure I investigate every strange sound from now on. He needs to be more careful about this stuff.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyra_wfhG9vKxqmJYmqzpDrqmbxmv54qVSkkDqY82TlQZR8Azx76J9o2lQr2ubtcP7Npywkgt4OvOBSnQpHJQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwt5AXR2LLqcTR7mPH3F-Eqe6jhEkWxVG788X8-uMuJmx-AO532QtwcJW7hHGrACZDjM6-gcxP8CdvZ4T1ISg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxqHKGYWOSPX4NOYo_ppbgJmj-t28LF2kwgLEKicXnOe5YRkmTepErmqrolmzRMDVwHVnaWasH8eB19J-pflQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzFau4HGxkxwtGKg2Hvs4S6ITJQFHaU1I0sDOm_xbmnoYERYZlWTNZgN-smfjez4zU18j2uoGYVq_E9YGW82g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><span><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span>The End<br /></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-80161039287402928892022-07-04T15:34:00.001-03:002022-07-04T15:34:31.190-03:00Year 7, June 27th - July 3rd, 2022: Cousins!<p> Monday - </p><p>- What more can I say?! Cousins, cousins, cousins! Man, I'm so glad that the kids love to see their cousins, especially Keturah and Abishai. They would play with them all day long. And that's pretty much what they did. They didn't get up extra early or anything, but they bounced between Grandma's house and our house together. Justin forgot his sandwhich for lunch, and there was kittens at work, so Aunt Shauna kindly took the sandwhich and the other 4 kids, Keturah, Abishai, Everly and Nora, to Wanamaker Feed and Seed and killed two birds with one stone. They did eat lunch at Grandma's house first because Abishai and Keturah had walked over mid morning to hang out.<br /></p><p>- And then the 4 of them came back to our house to play Minecraft. It was quite interesting to listen to them set timers as they had to share controllers because we didn't have enough controllers that work with the PS5. And then there was all the discussions about who was to build where and how to build and what was what. I had no clue about any of it of course. Keturah only uses the PS5 and plays Minecraft when the cousins are here. Of course Abishai will build on his own a lot or if Daddy gets on with him, so actually, he knows a ton more than Keturah does. So I'm sure he helped the girls a lot.</p><p>- Meanwhile, Kya wanted to spend some time with Justin, so Kelly drove into town and kidnapped him from work. So I didn't have to pick him up, although I could of. They stopped by the house and he showered (he really didn't need to) and grabbed his swimsuit. And then they headed to Southeastway again to play on the playground with two of the smaller kiddos and Kya and Justin to practice their skateboards. And then they were headed back to Kellie's house for swimming and hanging out. Justin said they watched some more Stranger Things and he finds it well, strange, but the plot perfect. Not too slow, not too fast. Jared didn't get out there to pick him up until like 9:45 because the evening got away from him. And he was fixing the blinker light on the truck. I don't know if that means he took the truck to get Justin or not. I was fixated on my computer at the time. Justin is done with his night hours, but that doesn't mean we can't change his night hours into day hours. But whatever.</p><p>- While that was all going on, I left the other 4 kids at our house and went to my chiropractor appointment and to Aldi. Shauna stopped by but she also had some errands to run including seeing her cousin about rotating the tires on her van. I told her to just leave the kids and they'll be fine. Everly is 15 and Keturah can take care of Abishai. I think they ended up going back over to Grandma's house and leaving our house unlocked, which is not smart. I should have left our key, which I had thought of doing but didn't. Grandma was at crochet. Oh well. Whatever. They were all back at our house when I got back though. </p><p>- Ugh, I hate grocery shopping without helpers! I thought I had a short list of groceries, but I ended up getting a whole cartful. Although I did say no to a ton of things in the non food aisle because they were more expensive than I thought they needed to be, I still spent $300. I didn't buy any meat either. I bought some basics, or backup of basics, just in case. I bought some ice cream treats. I bought Abishai's fruit snacks and granola bars because he was completely out. I just don't know. When I saw the receipt later on at home, I almost cried. It hurts so much to see these bills. I said "no" to things so much in the store. And I still spent twice what I thought I should spend. It's not fair. It's not my fault. It makes me so angry. And the gas prices are starting to bother me, too, since we do drive so much right now. And I can't get the Amazon card paid off. I don't want to take our IRS refund to pay it off. I want to pay it off with our regular funds. But again, it's not our fault products have gone up so much. We are just trying to live and even with our cost of living raises each and every year, it's never enough. Especially this year. It's not our fault. It really isn't. We are as frugal as they come. We can't eat rice and beans. We put off lots of things all the time because of money. We hesitate hiring people to fix things. But how long can we do that? We are 20 years into our life together. And I still like we are newlyweds in this regard. We should be further along in this life, not living paycheck to paycheck, just scraping by. Not on Medicaid. Not on the bottom of the barrel. It's just so upsetting to me. We can never ever get ahead no matter what we do. We have no retirement. Jared is halfway through his working life. We have nothing we've personally saved for the kids for college. And it's not for the lack of trying. And we are not alone. I hate the government. I hate the last two presidents and the congress. I hate what they've done and how they've lined their own pockets on both sides of the aisle. It's totally not fair to the working middle class. I hate how people like my brother and his ex can mooch off the system. And I hate how those of us who try to live life honestly get the short end of the stick. It sucks. And yet, other families have it all. The big house, the pool, the smart kids, the college funds, the retirement, the nice cars, the nice hair and makeup, time to relax on a weekend, the big vacations to the Bahamas, everything. They make $100,000 or more a year per person. How? And they live in $500K homes. How? And we are stuck at the bottom, busting our butt every day. And sick as a dog. Fat and ugly. It's depressing. That's how I feel about it. Some days I feel fulfilled, yes, and then some days, I wonder if my children are any different than others because they aren't the super rockstars of the homeschool world that I wanted them to be, that I was, that I preach, that I want to believe in. It's hard. But, then I have to remember, my children do have our beliefs. They all volunteer hardcore at church. Even Abishai got a volunteer t-shrit this past Sunday because he saw in extra one in the cabinet in his Sunday School room and Mr. Rob let him have it because he does help. Lol. You actually officially can't help until you are in 6th grade. They are all pro-life. They are all baptized. They are all independent learners. They can make their own phone calls, their own food, do their own laundry, clean house, etc. They can think independently. They can talk to strangers (in a good way) and adults and younger kids. They can handle money. They can mow a lawn. They can buy groceries. And that's what matters. They can carry and handle themselves away from us. They can be on the internet and behave. They don't want social media. They don't hide any of that anymore from us. We know who they're friends are. And this is all because we are involved in their lives. I am home and not at a job making $100K a year like I could have been. I am home watching over them, teaching them skills constantly. I am home so I can take them places giving them experiences and opportunities to practice those skills under supervision. And then when I've not been home, they can also practice those skills and become trustworthy. They've been protected from the evils of the world. And that's what I wanted. I wanted their innocence protected like mine was. I wanted them to maybe hear about it but never experience it. So, no matter if they remember all the content I shared with them, at least they weren't exposed to the negative content the world had to offer. We didn't have to try to counteract that nonsense. They didn't have to wrestle with it. They know the truth. So was it worth it? Has it been worth it? Just look at Benaiah. Was he worth it? Absolutely yes. He will deny that we did anything to help him grow up during high school. And while some of that is true, we laid the foundation and we continued to make sure he was in a safe environment while he was finishing growing up. God provided all the details for that. But we were still there and still praying. It takes a village to raise children, but it has to be the right village, a village that the parents create. And that's why we choose this lifestyle. It's just too bad that this nation doesn't like it and fights against it making it so difficult to live it out. And we have to fight and the battle is tough and we have to live in near poverty to do it. Ok, not poverty. But we have to live much poorer than others in our social community. And some days, that's very, very hard. We want to be good stewards of our money. And we do our best. And sometimes we are very impulsive, we both are. We have our reasons and things don't go to waste, but it doesn't help. And it only makes me feel guilty and ashamed that I can't stay out of credit card debt, however little it is compared to other families. It's not Biblical. Plus the extra mortgage on the house, which is also eating into our budget now because we put the profit from the last sale into the new house flip, which should be on the market now. So hopefully we can get a bit of cash flow there. "Money is the root of all evil."</p><p>- Meanwhile, I left Keturah in charge of making a frozen pizza and I had Everly warm up some gluten free leftovers. Abishai wanted the girls to come to his Tang Soo Do this evening to see what he does. So we all had to leave at 5:40. We cut it close but we made it. Jared of course had Bible study. And he wasn't even home when we left because had a bunch of packages to mail, poor thing. </p><p>- We had a good time at Tang Soo, it was sparring night! I don't think I've been to a sparring night since the beginning. And Nathan was leading class this time and more kids were there than there has been. So, the girls were in for a treat! And what a night it was. It was hard for us to keep in the giggle once Abishai got his gear on. He looked like a little hockey player or marshmallow because he had a white soft helmet. He put on the chest piece, which Daddy doesn't like him to have I guess because he thinks it restricts his movement. When he went to put his mouthpiece in, I had to go and rinse it because it looked all nasty. I think he actually chews on it and has bitten off pieces of the plastic. Oh well. That part didn't matter tonight. What did matter was his face. He was paired up with Marcus, one of the tallest boys in the class. Well, Marcus was doing fine and being gentle and all that. They are told to use as much force as they want used on them. Abishai doesn't use much force. Well, when Marcus punches straight out, his fist goes pretty much in direct line to Abishai's face and top of his head. So, for Marcus to hit at the target area, Abishai's chest, it is difficult. Well, tonight, Marcus missed and he did hit Abishai's face! I didn't see the punch, but next thing I know, Teacher Nathan is escorting Abishai off the mat with a bloody nose!! What?! We know Marcus and his family well, so no worries. I was in the middle of a conversation and true to form, I was a tiny bit mad that I was being interrupted. But ok, whatever. I take Abishai to the bathroom and get him cleaned up. I ask him if he's ok and that if it hurts to tell me and you don't have to be brave, you can cry a little, no one can see you. I think it shocked him. He had his glasses on, so I think the nose piece hit one of his nose vessels pretty hard. It was bleeding too quickly, thankfully, not like a regular nose bleed. So it did stop pretty quickly. Abishai was eager to get back out there though and show that he's a tough guy. And then, a bit after that, they paired him up with the other big dude! I'm like, oh come on, didn't we figure this out the first time that the big dude can't reach the little properly? Well, maybe it's because of scoring or points or something. I don't know. Abishai was fine out there. Still a bit timid, but it worked out fine. He's one brave boy though. It wasn't the night he expected it to be, but he learned a lesson, a) duck or move over and b) how to take care of a problem and then move on. Oh and he did take his glasses off after that and I think he told the other two boys with glasses to take theirs off too so they didn't get hurt. He's such a boss.</p><p>- We went back to my house, and then immediately the 4, let's just call them the Fab 4, wanted to walk over to Grandma's house. I said sure and my two could walk home with Daddy when he was done with Bible study. Well, I thought that would be around 8:15 or so. 8:50 rolls around and they finally walk in the door. Abishai needed bedtime 30 minutes ago, then I guess Keturah needed her reading, and I hadn't made a specific time for Justin to be picked up but we usually get him by 9pm. It was closer to 9:45 I think when he was picked up because Jared was fiddling with the blinker light in the truck. Which I'm glad that he was doing it himself and he came in very pleased that he did it all by himself, but really? He never picks the right time to work on these things! Ever! For all the logic that man has sometimes, sometimes, he's just way off. Sigh. And that was the rest of the evening.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRuovsjRDW3gDb1IrXvSOVNzhjvEp7dqRljmRMFwJ_MfF1Ux-MLECW4wW-mVEHejKJY054MTKMb4IA_LPh-007c6l08TONJvAlBJBhJW0NZWNGWkVLkgsmckI0CMTMWaPA6whjXYsuJ_SHDt2KRfwXgNBRNPAYgLaZNNY80csVTu2VLRE8O534g/s4032/IMG_4429.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRuovsjRDW3gDb1IrXvSOVNzhjvEp7dqRljmRMFwJ_MfF1Ux-MLECW4wW-mVEHejKJY054MTKMb4IA_LPh-007c6l08TONJvAlBJBhJW0NZWNGWkVLkgsmckI0CMTMWaPA6whjXYsuJ_SHDt2KRfwXgNBRNPAYgLaZNNY80csVTu2VLRE8O534g/w480-h640/IMG_4429.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousins are for hugging? Wrestling?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3osTtTRCoXf9I0v8rwVt3H1Kc9On7lYnDzUbbMsxtkUQS11qegqWzFSshukr6pNyrAMrbvEtxQEGIHEPvtcXNJsEtAxISIliwlukqT2tiKz-MLPpveSCUHORIAwQxvCM_scoepXSHEDXZRedQU-pDbDoCpFNDAXRWpEthcKLzMyMPsfrmTjpwQ/s4032/IMG_4430.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3osTtTRCoXf9I0v8rwVt3H1Kc9On7lYnDzUbbMsxtkUQS11qegqWzFSshukr6pNyrAMrbvEtxQEGIHEPvtcXNJsEtAxISIliwlukqT2tiKz-MLPpveSCUHORIAwQxvCM_scoepXSHEDXZRedQU-pDbDoCpFNDAXRWpEthcKLzMyMPsfrmTjpwQ/w480-h640/IMG_4430.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks thinks Aunt Shauna is the best, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3m7EnvaOh-3SSejT8dKBuQjozGh4Zz_HgLG4xluRBW46GtdZ92du6h0uMf9Sgh764KJvlGT4unaFHfYyRPQ4JRcnkkUwVz7Qieg4hufMGdMVVGtq_Z20VAMt-4U1chydw37w_aizXkqxFzjE76kpOFWe36-u2CjCHG9FNMZH-C4I8CDhIfH0Kg/s4032/IMG_4432.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq3m7EnvaOh-3SSejT8dKBuQjozGh4Zz_HgLG4xluRBW46GtdZ92du6h0uMf9Sgh764KJvlGT4unaFHfYyRPQ4JRcnkkUwVz7Qieg4hufMGdMVVGtq_Z20VAMt-4U1chydw37w_aizXkqxFzjE76kpOFWe36-u2CjCHG9FNMZH-C4I8CDhIfH0Kg/w480-h640/IMG_4432.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This kind of cartful used to cost me maybe $200, maybe. It was over $300. And I didn't have helpers, so it took me at least 15 minutes to pack it myself. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJowWyESi9vU5tYZW9xTK0T54m-YD0BuSe0CxLxQ4SIUIhiIqHUvMl6qx6poaGgXQpmec8u38qqZugWx1AO6Vx6R9GlaLb1VLeAJiO1RQArz7YIiWamYOJYKM2w83nVABBdmtcsZzskpAL-_dcqqcRNdzyuaqRZoe3pXj4SjD5iL5_MA_yjhe-PQ/s4032/IMG_4433.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJowWyESi9vU5tYZW9xTK0T54m-YD0BuSe0CxLxQ4SIUIhiIqHUvMl6qx6poaGgXQpmec8u38qqZugWx1AO6Vx6R9GlaLb1VLeAJiO1RQArz7YIiWamYOJYKM2w83nVABBdmtcsZzskpAL-_dcqqcRNdzyuaqRZoe3pXj4SjD5iL5_MA_yjhe-PQ/s320/IMG_4433.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camp Allendale came home with Abishai. Since nothing can grow here because it's just mulch with no soil underneath (the old sidewalk is still there), it has now become Abishai's rock garden. He can build with his rocks or spell out a word. At least that's my hope.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQjzg_Un70dvSg8fQhL5vF-YTOAFkpZwWrozOZkUILPddzcvWZjI05hY_6EeRW0K52LpsaZ4dWyvqZP8_gpun5sgtkI5NOeJwFiXkyCqRQPf7RJASwnIB2cjNyARJxhvJaJpX_Setkjn80ydkbYfEl0NJ4BGm3rhzbsGaGxkS3hsbo-AiZPQWnw/s4032/IMG_4434.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQjzg_Un70dvSg8fQhL5vF-YTOAFkpZwWrozOZkUILPddzcvWZjI05hY_6EeRW0K52LpsaZ4dWyvqZP8_gpun5sgtkI5NOeJwFiXkyCqRQPf7RJASwnIB2cjNyARJxhvJaJpX_Setkjn80ydkbYfEl0NJ4BGm3rhzbsGaGxkS3hsbo-AiZPQWnw/s320/IMG_4434.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Camp Allendale has a place in my flower beds now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsz3GM6mJKQ3pfdMn4qedewAklifXK40zlfwKDA7iKblLmJQhAnIEmKoM-UWn3Wzl_mXQM2UyzJVJCpCrYaba_jJgKWAuo-PA0vxdXoQlztGaaYhT4LjLdF8XfKUk_3T4I16Q-LsG3zRdaMV3uzpRxmvc4f2j72g-VF6q3k7MWh7TBLYqI0sfTw/s4032/IMG_4435.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghsz3GM6mJKQ3pfdMn4qedewAklifXK40zlfwKDA7iKblLmJQhAnIEmKoM-UWn3Wzl_mXQM2UyzJVJCpCrYaba_jJgKWAuo-PA0vxdXoQlztGaaYhT4LjLdF8XfKUk_3T4I16Q-LsG3zRdaMV3uzpRxmvc4f2j72g-VF6q3k7MWh7TBLYqI0sfTw/s320/IMG_4435.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a small little guy in the company of men.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y8NBWdL6SJ5qvqgZlwv-i7KhFiWBlP-u_Hn3nx3A9f_hFzB3MMYDBgC2hEJ8oMe1PCTB0JfaDJu1FDCDjYoGJIMi25Cl6ZOt0FcBHVYBkUTvu_fStOsbBxTabbLpwazi7U0HuzTI3HEBtcGocDon1UCm1UJ-QXYVZhTUZ_WH5NghyST7vZzngw/s4032/IMG_4436.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2y8NBWdL6SJ5qvqgZlwv-i7KhFiWBlP-u_Hn3nx3A9f_hFzB3MMYDBgC2hEJ8oMe1PCTB0JfaDJu1FDCDjYoGJIMi25Cl6ZOt0FcBHVYBkUTvu_fStOsbBxTabbLpwazi7U0HuzTI3HEBtcGocDon1UCm1UJ-QXYVZhTUZ_WH5NghyST7vZzngw/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little (hockey looking) Tang Soo Do sparring dude.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOF2vjoWFEAINSc1oC4p6dP1n0wrF9_C1MfU1bJJcXlc9duGH3hXFi--ADCdArDa_zTkQ-sZhqyvC5C7fCK-th1EeknpiLekKkNSygSIbT6DOQoUVCedWJlELUwQmxXXwplQLHYLLwaFfEPVuMmA-E8bZiygK5Ykp3FKA0LJsWzOT12vHU4lbMbA/s3520/IMG_4437.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOF2vjoWFEAINSc1oC4p6dP1n0wrF9_C1MfU1bJJcXlc9duGH3hXFi--ADCdArDa_zTkQ-sZhqyvC5C7fCK-th1EeknpiLekKkNSygSIbT6DOQoUVCedWJlELUwQmxXXwplQLHYLLwaFfEPVuMmA-E8bZiygK5Ykp3FKA0LJsWzOT12vHU4lbMbA/w360-h640/IMG_4437.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He does keep his fists up the whole time!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Hsm6-u-ikjYYUP-KluA2t_wNAOWR1faJ0-vSYP7pPYhFQUpzWY3I3TxBi9Ez4ymEy36Apgn-l7RZLlS210Qc4sFhYHna7vrThdPa_u3GRDs5ClN8mLDoi10Lhi2d0dBxhkHEEkm5cRN33Ed-VnkPW7c0E34SUNhRgY-RjRBr8j3qi3DvQO3VKg/s4032/IMG_4443.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Hsm6-u-ikjYYUP-KluA2t_wNAOWR1faJ0-vSYP7pPYhFQUpzWY3I3TxBi9Ez4ymEy36Apgn-l7RZLlS210Qc4sFhYHna7vrThdPa_u3GRDs5ClN8mLDoi10Lhi2d0dBxhkHEEkm5cRN33Ed-VnkPW7c0E34SUNhRgY-RjRBr8j3qi3DvQO3VKg/s320/IMG_4443.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai taking a rest next to Donavan, the other little dude who is also 7. They would make a better match. Although I was watching Donavan and he goes all out when he spars. He's Marcus' little brother.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbDzNUyom9hEsBpKdl9bjy_b7xhbpAfb4Qzx2fuCz21iJ48W47-_jVLLAswmgLUQykOpwYlv5TczAQvbaAehw7vuUGgoGNTT9Bp6lTUVHPWTkFs2u_33EQz_I-jmQlRWDU0dibERpVBbOvwHo9TQtDYnSRuz069iOQlHGgP5Zc3guPMfIgl-ZYQ/s4032/IMG_4445.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjbDzNUyom9hEsBpKdl9bjy_b7xhbpAfb4Qzx2fuCz21iJ48W47-_jVLLAswmgLUQykOpwYlv5TczAQvbaAehw7vuUGgoGNTT9Bp6lTUVHPWTkFs2u_33EQz_I-jmQlRWDU0dibERpVBbOvwHo9TQtDYnSRuz069iOQlHGgP5Zc3guPMfIgl-ZYQ/w480-h640/IMG_4445.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai forgot to give me his mouthguard so he kept it in while he was trying to do his spoken rules stuff at the end of class, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiork14htIdCogl2Cj6EErec9Z5vinkjOyINkfSCGt8KGcjfhPrG1Z9LvMa6mdsV5fsiFiU0jag2bocghr9xQ-b2YpNbAF0ttC4iVtHbrEcTIUP8BOiNH2wpiAphVT8GZFDDxR4yJJf3Nx3ZW6f5bn8l7PjO0ww8-AoSTl9tpfsv6U_RKki0DHNNw/s4032/IMG_4446.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiork14htIdCogl2Cj6EErec9Z5vinkjOyINkfSCGt8KGcjfhPrG1Z9LvMa6mdsV5fsiFiU0jag2bocghr9xQ-b2YpNbAF0ttC4iVtHbrEcTIUP8BOiNH2wpiAphVT8GZFDDxR4yJJf3Nx3ZW6f5bn8l7PjO0ww8-AoSTl9tpfsv6U_RKki0DHNNw/w480-h640/IMG_4446.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teacher Nathan asked if anybody got hurt today, and Abishai immediately put his hand up. Poor guy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjMYdFcHaY67g9uLifwnUDT4KyfBsWEAmp6PqY_chCw9fLHlZKaWzE85j72ugl1eXCwGF1Haj6YcV1zEBfst48NYmKPOGAYnb34nlm7ggy8N0jXjVLtoc8EYLsgEVVRZnf-CwR0w1SfxojvAdHmMoNr9PPNLSBsjinAD56g77KCN8oyxSbGDp_Q/s4032/IMG_4447.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjMYdFcHaY67g9uLifwnUDT4KyfBsWEAmp6PqY_chCw9fLHlZKaWzE85j72ugl1eXCwGF1Haj6YcV1zEBfst48NYmKPOGAYnb34nlm7ggy8N0jXjVLtoc8EYLsgEVVRZnf-CwR0w1SfxojvAdHmMoNr9PPNLSBsjinAD56g77KCN8oyxSbGDp_Q/s320/IMG_4447.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta love when a knock off brand looks very, very close to other brands. At first I thought this was a certain brand and Yuban was that brand in a different language. It totally could be, but I'm not sure. The container is very similar to another brand, too. It's probably the cheapest coffee Jared could find. I don't buy cheap coffee anymore. I buy the bags of flavored now. It's to make up for not going to coffee shops.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3yuXYNlkM9PqVdO5NiZKTjqrugjZPRlLwo6qGlRvg95giykOspGVO6CtVdeZ9vPjO2Nu9-hmesZiQXF5ri2p-Ej4OrxUbclP4Y5POq1sU3BZq42TnGHrIWtRu6PyNY-nDVNRAN2rNqjeE4pdifk850P8JYSf24rU2ji1w6TgE1JVf79oA76Jcg/s4032/IMG_4448.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3yuXYNlkM9PqVdO5NiZKTjqrugjZPRlLwo6qGlRvg95giykOspGVO6CtVdeZ9vPjO2Nu9-hmesZiQXF5ri2p-Ej4OrxUbclP4Y5POq1sU3BZq42TnGHrIWtRu6PyNY-nDVNRAN2rNqjeE4pdifk850P8JYSf24rU2ji1w6TgE1JVf79oA76Jcg/s320/IMG_4448.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah the wrecker did it again! I have no idea how she did it. But she managed to break the chain on the 4 tire swing. She's just got that wrong Midas touch. She touches something and, poof, it crumbles under her fingers. Poor girl. She just needs to be on a demolition crew. I totally could see her in a big machine destroying buildings for a living. Somebody has to do that job. She could make good money doing it. And then, she just needs to stay away from everything else!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8uOQKS2pDmGcMhI5ohUV7Gmw1pjgL8x-XsCnMOi3V9Dc15I8NhCbQkCNldJhbjaTAv-PL31Pw3JmRQed1lRkZhUp7-AtBvGTZMN1S4oeIv1IXDNchFZw7ObATbxS3lRsp9ww2egSN9Zz-KbPTxX2e5Sw60ZmiNZB52PsSyAb9flmh4D1DZ94DQ/s4032/IMG_4449.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8uOQKS2pDmGcMhI5ohUV7Gmw1pjgL8x-XsCnMOi3V9Dc15I8NhCbQkCNldJhbjaTAv-PL31Pw3JmRQed1lRkZhUp7-AtBvGTZMN1S4oeIv1IXDNchFZw7ObATbxS3lRsp9ww2egSN9Zz-KbPTxX2e5Sw60ZmiNZB52PsSyAb9flmh4D1DZ94DQ/s320/IMG_4449.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm hoping by the end of this week, this will be flat and ready for the frame of the pool, if not, even have a pool set up on it. I hope! We will see. I need to come with a good name for how the J6 do projects. The J6 Shuffle? We will get stuff done, but only when we are good and ready. We work hard and we try to push ourselves, but it simply isn't as fast as the world goes. Not because our minds are slow. Our bodies are slow. Our physical bodies cannot move faster for one reason or another. We have all the plans in the world, but we weren't blessed with health to do it, nor wealth sometimes. And we've embraced that (at least most of the time). It drives others completely nuts. It drives me nuts and embarrasses me when certain people ask me if I've gotten to something or not. I'm fine when I'm left alone and set my own deadlines. And then have to reset them. But if I miss an outside deadline, I go crazy. Because I'm embarrassed. Stupid ADHD. Anyways, hopefully, we will have a pool ready by the kids get back from CIY. That's 11 days from now. Can we do it? If we hustle a little. If Aaron helps a ton. It's up to Jared. I gave him that goal. But it depends on Rick's schedule and the water guy's schedule. I won't schedule the water guy until I know when Rick will get his job done and the frame is put up. But, Jared moved the trampoline without being asked, so there's hope.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Tuesday -</p><p>- So Abishai woke up about midnight with his nose bleeding again, so I had to go sort that out. I cleaned him up and we dabbed at his bedding, pillow and Dinosaury. Dinosaury got clean but the bedding was a bit wet, so I opted to come lay down in the sunroom. Well, that didn't work so I moved him to the couch in the fireside room and I joined him on the green couch later. I put a towel under him in case his nose started bleeding again and thankfully it hasn't. Poor guy. Just a life lesson that he choose a sport where there is contact. It's not all fun and games like on a TV screen. Actually, it might make him think twice about playing some of those games.</p><p>- Abishai and I didn't really sleep in, well, not at first. Abishai got up and had his sugarfest now that I restocked his drawers, from fruit snacks to a pop tart. I wasn't going to fall back asleep but I must have because I had a little dream and when I looked at the clock again it was 9:30am. Oh my word, I was wasting the day! I was going to go through Keturah's stuff in the hallways and get on the computer before the other two girls were up and wanting to do things. Ugh! So it's been a short day and I feel very behind with not much done to show for it. Grrr</p><p>- Justin woke up with a headache, and he wanted to figure out what was wrong with his bank card and using it on the playstation. He called the bank but it wasn't them. I had told him it wouldn't be. They are the most reliable piece on anything. It's the websites and servers of everything else that make the mistakes. He's going to try it again this afternoon on the PS4 but I told him to just wait and let them sort themselves out for a day or two. Usually it resolves itself. It's like hitting the esc button too many times and freezing the computer. You can't do that. You confuse the wires. Unless it's urgent and I'm in the red, I try to let the bank accounts and bills sort themselves for a day or two before I panic. It's usually a timing thing for when each entity posts their debits and credits. That's why I try to give a good margin of time so timing isn't an issue.</p><p>- The Fab 4, once Keturah was awake, went with Shauna to Southeastway to play on the playground, play in the Creek, and the best aunt ever took them to Frosty Boy in New Palestine for pineapple whips! I asked Abishai if I could come along and he said, "No, I just want Shauna. I want the girls." Hey now, I haven't seen you much since last Thursday. What's wrong with you, kid. I'm chopped liver when other people are around? It's ok, I needed to be on my computer. Shauna can go enjoy the heat and bugs and noise and I can stay home and not get a headache today. So I packed up his lunch, got him in his swimsuit, sent some bugspray with him, and sent him and Keturah on their way. Shauna was needing to get out anyway. Family drama or just trying to figure out when, where, how to meet up. I get it. I leave the house so I feel less available to talk because I have to pay more attention to the kids. I do that every week. And now it's been 4 hrs and I haven't seen hide no hair of them. Wow! They must have gone back to Grandma's house to watch a movie or something. Yup, there I see them. The "my phone" app is nice because I can track Shauna, Justin and Keturah's phones at least any time I want to. Gary lets me track his as well. Grandma doesn't care to be tracked and Jared definitely doesn't want to be tracked. I did get my sister to let me track her so I don't bug her on her move to Houston on Thursday. Benaiah doesn't want me tracking him because he doesn't need me and Aaron is minimal on his phone. Anyway, I like to creep on those I can track and say, "I see you're at Frosty Boy, eh?" It's the "big sister" in me, always watching ;-)</p><p>- There's the Fab 4. Time for some more Minecraft if they can find enough controllers that have enough power. They forgot to them on chargers yesterday. Oh boy, too many bosses stirring the pot. My turn to intervene.</p><p>- I sent the girls home when it was time for dinner and it was a good thing. Our kids needed the break. We had smash burgers, caramelized onions, home fries, and raw veggies for dinner. And then Jared got a cleaner for the water softener from Lowe's while I cleaned up and finished chores. We watched the 5th episode of Obi-Wan and it was intense. Time for bed!</p><p>- The girls are going to see other relatives tomorrow, which will be a good break for us to catch up on some things here. Then we have evening activities. Uncle Aaron flies in on Thursday and then I think there be a flurry of activity until everyone leaves on Monday and Tuesday. Here we go! <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknbINTwlBQuKBkR55xNRXh5F11h67O97mi3eWg0K8470tN_VOBNYAO5MW8nrP4Ymtd7GQtFhtYhjur3Lk7SXDOUR58R3VLRRa7ThpH2_iVWjmBzcHGC4hRF8Zeo2ZY6SoC6rBnjQP8rAMZ8L72jsCSgWJpEfrzEdRm1ITY9uGy84BQ8dr8wHTGw/s4032/IMG_4450.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknbINTwlBQuKBkR55xNRXh5F11h67O97mi3eWg0K8470tN_VOBNYAO5MW8nrP4Ymtd7GQtFhtYhjur3Lk7SXDOUR58R3VLRRa7ThpH2_iVWjmBzcHGC4hRF8Zeo2ZY6SoC6rBnjQP8rAMZ8L72jsCSgWJpEfrzEdRm1ITY9uGy84BQ8dr8wHTGw/s320/IMG_4450.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My baby boy got punched in the face by mean Marcus. Just kidding! Marcus was as gentle as a lamb. Abishai was shocked, though, more than anything. But now he knows how it feels. I haven't been able to talk to him about it today because he's been busy with the ladies. I think he really likes being with all the ladies. He's a ladies' man. And now I know why he has latched on to the young lady helpers at church! Because he's always had older girl cousins! Duh! Oh, he's on the couch tonight with me because he woke up to his nose bleeding again from when Marcus hit him on accident at Tang Soo Do this evening when they were sparring.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnC6HVjE2Oi0qk3myoMMUCETsDZiKmQG-PjU6jWP2Rg_za6avHXTSHV9tOPTLnTSqDxRPi0qRs3uR8LS16aMNaeMqJn7Y43KaId-XIRrDoPWVNEwXU3F8CK-WdrSEUekfT8De9_3TtR2scsnYsCmD_uN1pv_KYTw6mZeYpYRPKd6V0E8aGVrSQAA/s4032/IMG_4451.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnC6HVjE2Oi0qk3myoMMUCETsDZiKmQG-PjU6jWP2Rg_za6avHXTSHV9tOPTLnTSqDxRPi0qRs3uR8LS16aMNaeMqJn7Y43KaId-XIRrDoPWVNEwXU3F8CK-WdrSEUekfT8De9_3TtR2scsnYsCmD_uN1pv_KYTw6mZeYpYRPKd6V0E8aGVrSQAA/s320/IMG_4451.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I woke up before my baby today. But his arms and legs are getting so long, and his fingers, oh my, just like Justin! Skinny and lanky!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExl_mr177O3nGf7dJ4OFcMb0SSB8-imHnf5vGDLUqa4uNqGi8tQ804nYaONrkqKrtzNbjsahyAS4Wsg0qTAo7VcpOn7VKJWW0lJd_pUUxfBdneiO20PRdxPurU0xW51dHd1MV95NkrzxbUi8cMWOgjIQttP_CYfANscIujy6908fNUzbl3fX5sw/s4032/IMG_4452.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExl_mr177O3nGf7dJ4OFcMb0SSB8-imHnf5vGDLUqa4uNqGi8tQ804nYaONrkqKrtzNbjsahyAS4Wsg0qTAo7VcpOn7VKJWW0lJd_pUUxfBdneiO20PRdxPurU0xW51dHd1MV95NkrzxbUi8cMWOgjIQttP_CYfANscIujy6908fNUzbl3fX5sw/s320/IMG_4452.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And he promised not to take off his bracelet at least until next year's camp. It says Camp Allendale on it. I told him that if Tang Soo Do asks him to take it off, that it's not breaking his promise. It's a safety issue. He will need to take it off for class and then he can put it right back on. Just like taking off his glasses.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsPU85Bpjw5Sr0IiJ6GkNO4SFvHsunagL8lkZQxFk5Ihr0YNYFlj1F_SufUnJGWaAhYktQk0AzNYU4cIHXdQhSAyVnwQQcyuRqlp1mPI90bKD2x45iL3K5bPb8etw58anWaxcoyyCdlEVixrnfsU4ttCwBaj-Fu4YebWlriNHh5u2VeFhnad6Aw/s4032/IMG_4453.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivsPU85Bpjw5Sr0IiJ6GkNO4SFvHsunagL8lkZQxFk5Ihr0YNYFlj1F_SufUnJGWaAhYktQk0AzNYU4cIHXdQhSAyVnwQQcyuRqlp1mPI90bKD2x45iL3K5bPb8etw58anWaxcoyyCdlEVixrnfsU4ttCwBaj-Fu4YebWlriNHh5u2VeFhnad6Aw/w640-h480/IMG_4453.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was just going to write Happy Birthday USA and then I remember Canada. And I wasn't going to add either to the list on the left, but we had the extra blanks, so there you go. July is now complete!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxDxdPw8sXgYisitCCwhf_-F_khAzqQW4h9e_ZMI4hzByD1iKrbx0nglOtbFXZhQRkT3xqWRFqc_6-NkkFoBQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCYtaaAGInjsJ6f_EOo1JoLIO1nVCX-NLTyEDpKrFKVev_bRQDV2iF5FtmigZ7OC93IA0el7NdBBjLddLjE-0wkFr45hm7MOJzlPsZeNylONxt-8iterQHe2x6e2yt5JYQTa3xR4yuvrS5PXB2X2IjeQt-EBu1RmXPdEvZXsxXKn1dTkKuWWGDg/s4032/IMG_4455.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCYtaaAGInjsJ6f_EOo1JoLIO1nVCX-NLTyEDpKrFKVev_bRQDV2iF5FtmigZ7OC93IA0el7NdBBjLddLjE-0wkFr45hm7MOJzlPsZeNylONxt-8iterQHe2x6e2yt5JYQTa3xR4yuvrS5PXB2X2IjeQt-EBu1RmXPdEvZXsxXKn1dTkKuWWGDg/s320/IMG_4455.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Shauna took the kids to Frosty Boy for pineapple whips after going to Southeastway Park, but see, I was thinking of my nieces and kids, too, when I went to the grocery store yesterday! They had all kinds of camping stuff out, so of course they s'more flavored stuff, too. Everly can't eat this though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJMdqKTZlKirbbFBaad_Yeo3zOFSkiY69U6oNpAHQrt1yI0Ddld32rW6tf5_L_ZUD9AXIvmeW2OhSaiXICuf6XQLYa-GoAhmYzA2JsdQLphR6Dwi_PWQUwMyebiCl-BJrmbRlBGgf0gEWH4S9zTo7xCJxHJtBr8btW87JDYEJknfrQncD3QtuTg/s4032/IMG_4456.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJMdqKTZlKirbbFBaad_Yeo3zOFSkiY69U6oNpAHQrt1yI0Ddld32rW6tf5_L_ZUD9AXIvmeW2OhSaiXICuf6XQLYa-GoAhmYzA2JsdQLphR6Dwi_PWQUwMyebiCl-BJrmbRlBGgf0gEWH4S9zTo7xCJxHJtBr8btW87JDYEJknfrQncD3QtuTg/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh bummers, she can't eat the unicorn cones either! She can eat the ice cream part though. Grr, I can't believe I forgot that part! Oh well, I did think of them though! Girls and unicorns! But I also forgot that Everly is 15 now, and 15 yr olds don't eat unicorn cones. Well, she can have my Magnum bars or fruit popsicles then and be more sophisticated. I just always forget Keturah still like the little kid stuff. She won't admit to her friends though. Oh well, I did try! I'm just not as good as Shauna, though, according to Abishai. He didn't even want me to go to the park with them! So I stayed home and work on this blog. Oh well. I've enjoyed the peace and quiet.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIZKbFeEMhjNOYAI7uJWP3tDB8HtyU9BPl8UqD-svogkdMwX7x7-Jaj9C8GELMHs5XG3HEejSzoWW9lj9M7eymZ71X3VN7XXneh1ohWSCK76y-jf3U6_SpzwReSR6xKf4lRRAdkDy3VETfzgnKutE_bwJj8-j1O3iDD_66SwWYdAUoenNvppL4w/s4032/IMG_2022.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMIZKbFeEMhjNOYAI7uJWP3tDB8HtyU9BPl8UqD-svogkdMwX7x7-Jaj9C8GELMHs5XG3HEejSzoWW9lj9M7eymZ71X3VN7XXneh1ohWSCK76y-jf3U6_SpzwReSR6xKf4lRRAdkDy3VETfzgnKutE_bwJj8-j1O3iDD_66SwWYdAUoenNvppL4w/s320/IMG_2022.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking down the creek at Southeastway park. Smart girl wore her sandals in the creek. Granted their her new ones which if she had broken those she wouldn't have them for CIY, however, at least her feet were protected.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUAs0v8qwC0pt3D0gy-PLmeObhfjWnmC-h0rh1vyEg-rNKVNpAwPl0K8HAm2NKvh4d4PAJmIuP_yfdty_J5AW_I7PRfqSzWqtuN4VYxHfiE_7-wh4v4A4s-6ERFCq_pptrBjXCgnSRnmRsbO1HULajiQjBqNAY5RsgXQ-DKm_ZFz5b8iclrEJOA/s2016/IMG_2023.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUAs0v8qwC0pt3D0gy-PLmeObhfjWnmC-h0rh1vyEg-rNKVNpAwPl0K8HAm2NKvh4d4PAJmIuP_yfdty_J5AW_I7PRfqSzWqtuN4VYxHfiE_7-wh4v4A4s-6ERFCq_pptrBjXCgnSRnmRsbO1HULajiQjBqNAY5RsgXQ-DKm_ZFz5b8iclrEJOA/s320/IMG_2023.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like a lot of shallow parts at the creek today. Shauna said Keturah did get brave enough to go in to a 3 ft depth and Abishai said he got in to his waist. The bugs weren't bad but the white fluffy pollen was everywhere still.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7inUHRtR2ShjyVlDDURlJ1Y_Y_700Istg-2UW45sYZkpbh7dCn3alnMQ5lqLx-xJYKFdHuDtIAfHxfu9GNw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJTc__0KEZ7bMjyOItzB_sGfTxPIl42HgZhTRu1-KKFqu7SqwCq2HPewXpRFnAeDqycZmL1fEoagpq2f6bWWIYhIU1aGdZWfVvzYOh7UaqH7YFmRYqFDKMg-ajs3S2lHWQl4iu2jm4KA0wtt1NEfqmrTQrtQl8eR1b0GgOmy4BWrWY5NLainTeQ/s4032/IMG_2025.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJTc__0KEZ7bMjyOItzB_sGfTxPIl42HgZhTRu1-KKFqu7SqwCq2HPewXpRFnAeDqycZmL1fEoagpq2f6bWWIYhIU1aGdZWfVvzYOh7UaqH7YFmRYqFDKMg-ajs3S2lHWQl4iu2jm4KA0wtt1NEfqmrTQrtQl8eR1b0GgOmy4BWrWY5NLainTeQ/w640-h480/IMG_2025.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Fab 4 at Frosty Boy in New Palestine<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2y2Fi06KT21smHgsa5IqKRhU3J4Hgj2lLDVTqcpX9d1nYUmCnnYIrHbUTw4PLFfpJkH7Xsdyp1Y2LMrrCa8cb9DWCfKQZfUU-g4gyADk-hihlIYI3FtB-eNJdhN3Yj0JAyDNnGbBk-ivLrLYpW6BiMlBGVSquFOTX1USehyMprnZdL4tHSNJ3Rg/s4032/IMG_4457.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2y2Fi06KT21smHgsa5IqKRhU3J4Hgj2lLDVTqcpX9d1nYUmCnnYIrHbUTw4PLFfpJkH7Xsdyp1Y2LMrrCa8cb9DWCfKQZfUU-g4gyADk-hihlIYI3FtB-eNJdhN3Yj0JAyDNnGbBk-ivLrLYpW6BiMlBGVSquFOTX1USehyMprnZdL4tHSNJ3Rg/w640-h480/IMG_4457.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least some Johnsons can't get enough outdoor time! And they pull my kids outside with them! They also went out in the front yard, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVblG3Cl9TsUzPNQa-cKXbrEX30yDCnJtkXc2-Ttb2igq0-17n3JMSnx0RKI-XWq_VZR7n3cYMnQLcxLPu2ZdmDXYLkZy9xxZosH9-CLImEY44vvOsAFmw0VyKefa3itD0npmI6ye80kOVCw6IIxsAoAe8yUK-PGGn1YO8_IQrIWsUVWvVv_P0Iw/s3520/IMG_4458.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVblG3Cl9TsUzPNQa-cKXbrEX30yDCnJtkXc2-Ttb2igq0-17n3JMSnx0RKI-XWq_VZR7n3cYMnQLcxLPu2ZdmDXYLkZy9xxZosH9-CLImEY44vvOsAFmw0VyKefa3itD0npmI6ye80kOVCw6IIxsAoAe8yUK-PGGn1YO8_IQrIWsUVWvVv_P0Iw/w360-h640/IMG_4458.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai took one of the long fence railings and came at the girls with it. I made him put it back obviously. What possessed him to do that, I don't know.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwh8HhCCCf0xZKBUHCPwsO2icuFKPHT2ciI8NZz1wHLs9v_88uSnMNbZOEP36nBOvPChxFaqA73Jue3xQudHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwpPS3rxdNnCSja61bpfoHaN1a5Bl2f3kdBwh-v7FayAvg34nTngY9qTY5oHXdkQ9AjUrETkj62Uwq5X0EDaM1ApsP0AIBam2qcKuixBurXMEbDQJ-JCo5_QA3VcXGEAjG_c-FMOudxuXnKMakSPhHabCeJBqQIZ27fd85eeULoYGjk5ukLo--Q/s4032/IMG_4460.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuwpPS3rxdNnCSja61bpfoHaN1a5Bl2f3kdBwh-v7FayAvg34nTngY9qTY5oHXdkQ9AjUrETkj62Uwq5X0EDaM1ApsP0AIBam2qcKuixBurXMEbDQJ-JCo5_QA3VcXGEAjG_c-FMOudxuXnKMakSPhHabCeJBqQIZ27fd85eeULoYGjk5ukLo--Q/s320/IMG_4460.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice and cool in the shade.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXY6QI-52ndM53gLHBsV-bKPOJfboVNS6Az4oStuNmZA4uJll1CI6AVhQ1yWbbgWBNo1tzeOzmVfGAGfIgSMK5uZFXHb3rDQ8zGfni98wwG-5FbQF-RR1YVxeJ66f2S8m8C9ijY148B9jAwCPBdthr_5J9i5He_PcCkgIDo2Dq8OU9Ng3QuNS9Q/s4032/IMG_4461.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXY6QI-52ndM53gLHBsV-bKPOJfboVNS6Az4oStuNmZA4uJll1CI6AVhQ1yWbbgWBNo1tzeOzmVfGAGfIgSMK5uZFXHb3rDQ8zGfni98wwG-5FbQF-RR1YVxeJ66f2S8m8C9ijY148B9jAwCPBdthr_5J9i5He_PcCkgIDo2Dq8OU9Ng3QuNS9Q/s320/IMG_4461.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doggy loves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vKfqByLAKAhDo3UCGTno8o7ZaCZeJLlpNp_jSdEOcE0VbKQyGmJR03-HsWIOExzCL0-NmoeOsKs61y7bKG-xpDzkHJRIWGE-QcIwWBYrRvwbfLu9w5_DxQEqPp2ButSkI0KeSazYQ0f92WnEBegYA4ooUMtu63MzjyXijzTM5WcItywmQvYliQ/s4032/IMG_4462.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vKfqByLAKAhDo3UCGTno8o7ZaCZeJLlpNp_jSdEOcE0VbKQyGmJR03-HsWIOExzCL0-NmoeOsKs61y7bKG-xpDzkHJRIWGE-QcIwWBYrRvwbfLu9w5_DxQEqPp2ButSkI0KeSazYQ0f92WnEBegYA4ooUMtu63MzjyXijzTM5WcItywmQvYliQ/w640-h480/IMG_4462.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KuTj_sb-lUmdp3qQQ0UYFRSQBIOB41xUQwuv5lz707XQRGpz1uXf-MOKXuC_kh-35Q5kzpYfBJbQnwSUs6WwINw8YjQ34Ww8ZLK8kZBpsjsXvFlLxy32VbH573e-VfSQY66_1nsebvJGllN0lYfJO5OvDgvJwF_Nh4gBwRNlFO4naRSFXoAk8Q/s4032/IMG_4463.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-KuTj_sb-lUmdp3qQQ0UYFRSQBIOB41xUQwuv5lz707XQRGpz1uXf-MOKXuC_kh-35Q5kzpYfBJbQnwSUs6WwINw8YjQ34Ww8ZLK8kZBpsjsXvFlLxy32VbH573e-VfSQY66_1nsebvJGllN0lYfJO5OvDgvJwF_Nh4gBwRNlFO4naRSFXoAk8Q/s320/IMG_4463.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peek a boo on the smash burger.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM77m-cp3vkvnlfLgo1IWGksfk6j9Sp76IHgij_MBFfvIiA6vDzyKHdCkKIiUEDzKxLSdfDx0ycCPTleYTkWAIA7wCJuSmYFgq84Llq38MXCUZnCcDNABWADg08jzHNJ0qVx840_ul6GgAZjKniFyw1pYKaAoUhWn2zGFbU3lvfpcxYpXkVPRXLA/s4032/IMG_4464.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM77m-cp3vkvnlfLgo1IWGksfk6j9Sp76IHgij_MBFfvIiA6vDzyKHdCkKIiUEDzKxLSdfDx0ycCPTleYTkWAIA7wCJuSmYFgq84Llq38MXCUZnCcDNABWADg08jzHNJ0qVx840_ul6GgAZjKniFyw1pYKaAoUhWn2zGFbU3lvfpcxYpXkVPRXLA/s320/IMG_4464.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inspecting how messy and gooey it is.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyfosSWDG0g1TlT_Mdx0G5IN56YihunDbdQUqzrwUio2-DHCWXT7G4ysnvnO2tq2eEBtkwcwMV0knI2GcKRUP7v2ORqGZp2txLkk7CdYT866jWSCMeypypmqYUYkTv4VQ0LwZXm9lgGURunU6XuPDpfDxm6r9gwxuzpQe0y42me--QJjgPtpHRA/s4032/IMG_4465.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyfosSWDG0g1TlT_Mdx0G5IN56YihunDbdQUqzrwUio2-DHCWXT7G4ysnvnO2tq2eEBtkwcwMV0knI2GcKRUP7v2ORqGZp2txLkk7CdYT866jWSCMeypypmqYUYkTv4VQ0LwZXm9lgGURunU6XuPDpfDxm6r9gwxuzpQe0y42me--QJjgPtpHRA/s320/IMG_4465.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's the size of his head! At least the bun is!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vTExK-qHwuUcEqoM7PXEYZ5siKEUmJ3NNVKXSEcxA_KNhh93RtRExeBxpguXhbY4NVGnWQ_BhuZAfabayeX8NUEZgfsEoxkyLfHEYEsgCwfYHQpt2D0mhjQXQlnaDhELKTeo25dF0wxPsm5wQonx3gY2_Of_gLOEauB2kmAwdcXmzMAez_nFOA/s1792/IMG_4466.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2vTExK-qHwuUcEqoM7PXEYZ5siKEUmJ3NNVKXSEcxA_KNhh93RtRExeBxpguXhbY4NVGnWQ_BhuZAfabayeX8NUEZgfsEoxkyLfHEYEsgCwfYHQpt2D0mhjQXQlnaDhELKTeo25dF0wxPsm5wQonx3gY2_Of_gLOEauB2kmAwdcXmzMAez_nFOA/w296-h640/IMG_4466.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me! The Enneagram 6! Always! I OVER everything! Bwahahaha! Overpack, overdo, overpromise, overeat, overcook, overshare, overapologize, over everything!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- Uh, well, that was an interesting day. I had a big to do list, and I got a couple of things done, but I pretty much had a mental breakdown/mental health day today. I broke down over my sister's move to Houston tomorrow and how signicant that is to me and not having immediate family in New Hampshire to watch over my parents' gravesite and to potential go visit. Not that we've visited in the last 6 years though. It just ends a very long chapter of being connected to New Hampshire. My aunt and uncle and cousin and his family still live there, but it's different. And then there's none of us within driving distance of my other sister in case she gets into trouble. My cousins and other aunt are there, and hopefully they would contact us, but as the big sister, it worries me and makes me nervous. I don't know if my sister Stefanie has processed all of this and I don't want to burden her with all of this, but ever since I found out about this move two months ago, I was very unhappy about it and it's been hard to process. I now figured it out. Plus, I'm just worried in general about the driving with Auggie and his issues and I know how hard it can get on anyone's body and then how significant a change it's going to be for my sister who has never moved in her life more than a town away from where she lived before. I'm just a big sister with a big heart and it's hurting like crazy right now. </p><p>- And then our financial picture really hit home this week. And while nothing significant happened, it just overall is continuing it's slide downhill because expenses keep going up without anything in our life changing. Fees and groceries and gas, everything keeps going up and there's nothing we can do. We just have to wait for the other house to sell and pay off credit cards in chunks. But our bank accounts are heading towards zero, all of them at once, and it makes me so scared because I work so hard at not doing that. I swore off not buying fast food this month. I did buy a few things online that possibly I could have waited on if I had been more series of a "no buy" June. I was finishing up my Old Navy returns so I had to pay that smallish bill. And there was yet another charge for a doctor from back in February. And then I just wanted a few treats for the girls while they were here from the grocery store and the whole grocery store bill ended up being $300 because our pantry was significantly empty, we had no fruit or vegetables, I was out of any type of gluten free carb that I could quickly make or grab, and we were on our last roll of toilet paper and paper towels. Abishai had gone without his snacks for at least a week if not two weeks. We are eating a substandard diet now. And it still cost $300 for the next 2 weeks of food, maybe, and that's only because I accidentally let another EveryPlate order go through (and those are expensive) and we still had meat from the previous trip and we had gotten a ton of leftovers from all the special events for e2 last week. Yes, we live on someone else's leftovers. It's very humbling, and sometimes I freakin' cry over it. But not in a good way. It's a blessing, yes, but it also reminds me that sometimes that's the only way we've survived, on handouts. Always on handouts, and hand me downs, and others' generosity, just like I did growing up. I've always lived paycheck to paycheck. Always lower middle class. Always scrounging for the next deal, not for the fun of it, but because I have to. </p><p>- And that was the trigger today. The dentist called Jared today. Justin and Jared had appointments tomorrow. But at the last minute the dentist realized that because of timing with our dentist of 30 years officially retiring tomorrow, and the guys being officially under the new guys' care, we are no longer eligible for free dental care. I'm like, it's just one more appointment! Why can you just wait one more day on this! Why are you putting us on panic mode! Why didn't you tell us this weeks ago when we had to reschedule this appointment! Because Jared doesn't know what to ask, I had to call them back and ask if they take the type of Medicaid that Justin is on, and yes, they do, so they put him back on at least for his appointment. And then I had to do the legwork to see how much the low cost clinic charges for their exams and cleanings. Well, $50 per visit under our discount and it includes everything, exam, cleanings, and x-rays, vs. paying $400 a year for just two dental cleaning, and x-rays are extra. Why the heck is there such a discrepancy? Is there really that much difference in the care you get? Or is one freakin' dentist that greedy vs. another? I swear I get the same care at the low cost clinic with the kids' pediatrician as I do the doctor I see at a regular doctor's office for my stuff. In fact, the pediatrician works with me better. The care is exactly the same. And so much cheaper. It's absolutely ridiculous. So I guess, after seeing our dentist whom we've gone to church with for 20-30 yrs, who sold the practice to this new young dude who needs to pay off his student loans, we'll be switching, at least Jared and I will be. Because I'm not paying those ridiculous prices. We don't have dental insurance. We only have the HSA. And right now, it's empty. We'll have to wait awhile to get in, but whatever. It's what we'll do. We are poor folk. So we'll go to the poor folk clinic. 30 yrs of a relationship with this dentist office down the drain. I didn't like the new guy anyway. Just fresh out of dental school. Just married. No kids. Just getting started. And now just handed over this practice with a boatload of patients. Talk about privileged. Have fun, we are out of there. Nope. Can't afford you. I'll go to my friends at Barrington. They know me. I like them. I trust them. And I don't have to go to the far ends of the earth to see them. 35 minutes to the old dentist vs. 15 minutes to the new dentist. Bring it on. </p><p>- And then to top it all, I find out birthday dinner is on Friday night and I'm the one who suggested it based on what we talked about a month ago. Really?! I don't remember that conversation. I have slept since then. I have 1,000 things on my plate worrying me right now. And no one reminded me. Or talked about it. Or discussed it. Or asked about what I wanted for my birthday dinner. Or what the rest of the weekend looked like. They must have talked amongst themselves in person and assumed things and forgot that I'm over here by myself and out of the loops. I don't have physical contact with anyone. Jared and Gary are in the office together or on the phone. Leah and Shauna are together at the house. Benaiah is there overhearing things. Aaron and Shauna talk. Jared doesn't tell me things. He doesn't overhear things. So I'm out of the loop. Thanks for letting me know, peeps. Glad I asked today and not Friday. Plus Jared wants me to be ready to go somewhere on Friday at 9:30am without the kids. I was planning on finally going to park day and talking with my friends whom I haven't seen in weeks. I missed Moms Night Out. Molly's been sick. I barely talked to Brenda at the pool. I haven't seen Melissa for awhile. I did get to hang out with Kellie today, which was impromptu but good. And I'm glad that Kya came today because now Justin really won't see her until after CIY unless we squeeze something in on Saturday or Sunday youth group perhaps. And pulling out everybody's schedule for the next 4 days is like pulling teeth! I swear! Never ever plan vacation when the other parts of the families have to work. We can't do this. It isn't fun. Either we are all on vacation, or we aren't doing it. Last time we were down in New Orleans and the girls still had stuff going on and Aaron had to work. This year, Jared and Gary and Benaiah and Justin had to work, and I had stuff to do, and Abishai had class, and we were gearing up for CIY, and it just doesn't work. Vacation or not vacation. No more mixing. And perhaps no staycation either. I'm over it. So now I've made the family kind of mad because I've taken my other emotions out on them. Yeah, it's been that kind of day.</p><p>- And now I'm writing this blog post instead of my IAHE blog post that is due at midnight. I tried to get on the computer today to work on it, but I can't be all cheerful when I'm mentally not there. I just wanted to play my video games and be left alone and not do anything that had to do with the world. But I had to keep putting out fires. And deal with things of the world like feeding kids and taking them to their youth group thing. I had to get gas and drop off recycling. I didn't make it in time to pick up my other medication, so I have to get that tomorrow. I didn't get to shower today, so that's tomorrow. I did sort through Keturah's things. She was adamant she wanted to get rid of her toddler and elementary kid things that we've saved and said no way, child, just because they are pink, doesn't mean I'm letting you get rid of them. The box is just down to a few things anyway. It's a good sampler of that time period of her life. It stays as is on the top of her closet. And I gentle told her I don't want to see her get it down for another 5 years. She can leave it up there and forget it for 5 years, 10 years, or longer. I don't care if I keep it forever. It means something to me. She can sort and go through anything on the floor or in the bottom of the closet. The shelves on the top just need to stay as is for permanent storage. She said ok and understood. And I know she doesn't want to see that stuff. I know why she doesn't want to see that stuff. It's not much. There's a backpack full of her Frozen and Cinderella stuff. Then a Hello Kitty very small suitcase of her Melissa and Doug wooden dress up dolls and a few pink things. There's a bag with a latch hook rug that has pink and blue teddy bear and a pink heart rug, plus the pink bottle piggy bank that was at her baby shower that Sheryl Morning threw her. A few papers, the painting that Shauna drew her and she could paint her self, another piece of artwork, her musical book that she starred in, etc. So, three bags total that we saved. I pulled a magazine rack, several folders and papers, a few misc. items, and a dry erase calendar board. So, significant enough of a purge. But no more than that. Please don't do it again with these bags. Leave them be. It's all you have of your childhood that is separated out from the general toy bins that is mostly geared toward the boys' stuff. I've let her get rid of more toys than the boys did because we have Abishai. Like the littlest pet shop stuff and the hero girl dolls I just took to goodwill two weeks ago finally. She's done a great job of it and I've honored it, and winced at it sometimes. But we did get this done and the hallway is clear. She had to vaccuum early in the day though because she messed a ton with her vacuuming last night. I was not pleased.</p><p>- Kya did come and stay with us for the afternoon and evening. She went with Justin (and Keturah) to his pre-CIY meeting where they finalized roommates and hung out with people and what not. I'm not really sure all that they did. I did have to go back and fill out some forms again this week though. I'm so tired of filling out waiver forms for camp! Oh, and I better check with Jared about the Israel trip one! Ugh! I feel like the kids' secretary! So much paperwork and then I don't even get to go enjoy any of it! I'm stuck here in the dirt of my household. Yes, my house needs a major deep clean, and it's grossing me out right now. But that's another story. Jared picked them up afterwards and I guess took all three of them plus Abishai all the way to Greenfield to drop Kya off and give me some peace and quiet I guess. Keturah wanted to go see the cousins at Grandma's house, which would have been fine, but I guess Daddy wasn't listening. The cousins were out visiting other relatives today, so we stuck close to home and had a normal day with normal screen times and all that. Although screen time for Keturah was her working on her Minecraft house.</p><p>- Oh, I almost forgot! We had a 35 minute power outage in the middle of the day today! I had to eat my pizza pasta cold because I couldn't warm it up! I had just finished making Abishai's microwave mac and cheese thankfully when the power flickered for a minute and then went completely off. And wow! 35 minutes! That was a long time! Keturah had noticed some trucks going down the hill from us this morning when she was out getting a suitcase from Grandma's house for CIY. And there has been some serious electrical work down in the neighborhood while they have been putting in some streetlights. So, who knows if it was them or not. But, it was funny for the kids to realize that no, you can't use your tablet because it won't connect to the wifi to play your games. No, once your tablet loses all it's power, that's it, you can't charge it. Oh wow, we need to be even more careful about closing the door because the a/c is off. And don't open the fridge door for the same reason. And no, you can't warm something up for lunch, because the electricity is off. Both Keturah and Justin were online, too when it happened and they both got up to find me to tell me. Yeah, dudes, you don't need to be online so much. We've got a high electrical bill because of your usage. Go play. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgot9tPEgdE3ZiJBUCl3cG8r3bUDTsRNIU0Vw-xYDy3QxLfoE6S7PD2egHIr-k2YrsMBaZlaILoKNi89pbQqHWFp5EpPfLqJESYHI4wmC8OpAcpVbCZve9vbtHS8H93XicRBkMtKYOg7UHc7SZgKgH_W0f5PUb7NIKfSLz3x0CUAJGFLLm3xqee7g/s960/287668330_10228415491477722_211656547317400484_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="926" data-original-width="960" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgot9tPEgdE3ZiJBUCl3cG8r3bUDTsRNIU0Vw-xYDy3QxLfoE6S7PD2egHIr-k2YrsMBaZlaILoKNi89pbQqHWFp5EpPfLqJESYHI4wmC8OpAcpVbCZve9vbtHS8H93XicRBkMtKYOg7UHc7SZgKgH_W0f5PUb7NIKfSLz3x0CUAJGFLLm3xqee7g/s320/287668330_10228415491477722_211656547317400484_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woah! That's cool! Not sure how they got it all in one shot, but hey, it works!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZS6J7GOwcZiBMPDYX7gI6oprfeXBt_vHP3GZEB0N69YaMW_tL9D5qF9kz6aWO97A4coSar5gltrMCDPNQHgmH3Ebhgoa0aQXUdAioLrFfigy1VWJJx8np6YoiYzy8SoNxA_3JQnu8d6EA_ZrrP4VUXBxQytbBFjQtmxgvkNe-mYkBfumldU3Vw/s4032/IMG_4470.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNZS6J7GOwcZiBMPDYX7gI6oprfeXBt_vHP3GZEB0N69YaMW_tL9D5qF9kz6aWO97A4coSar5gltrMCDPNQHgmH3Ebhgoa0aQXUdAioLrFfigy1VWJJx8np6YoiYzy8SoNxA_3JQnu8d6EA_ZrrP4VUXBxQytbBFjQtmxgvkNe-mYkBfumldU3Vw/s320/IMG_4470.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai, with some ideas from me, spelled thief, last week, on the side of the fridge.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6pEgtTeDlNdwTq3B1RItEyPNXlwVaOqZz5FYwaS8iCfp9KX-_ksxk5Mt7lQuz6Dhxi1yDavFFzKhCGCSXIFGCw3psuthEkPGt5TmYTvHPPyUdNsI40RBkW2NFMqUrpTW8LViQ5OOUzOllUTS6S9pyR5RH9R2bA3I2yvpLhT-1sxNTxDYZ7AJGw/s1792/IMG_4471.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6pEgtTeDlNdwTq3B1RItEyPNXlwVaOqZz5FYwaS8iCfp9KX-_ksxk5Mt7lQuz6Dhxi1yDavFFzKhCGCSXIFGCw3psuthEkPGt5TmYTvHPPyUdNsI40RBkW2NFMqUrpTW8LViQ5OOUzOllUTS6S9pyR5RH9R2bA3I2yvpLhT-1sxNTxDYZ7AJGw/w296-h640/IMG_4471.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boom, boom, boom. Some states were ready to enact their previously voted on legislation when Roe v. Wade come tumbling down. Indiana was going to hold a special legislation session on July 6th for abortion laws and economic relief, but because there's more to discuss or something, both the governor and the leaders in the House and Senate agreed to push it back to the end of July when more of the Legislature will have had time to get back from pre planned vacations and such. Regular session doesn't start until January so at least the economic relief can't wait and most of do want the abortion laws changed now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0cwwj3b93ak4Du7zh3l880K4ryyUKg3LQDRiBzvhPoh8C819Kyxm75X_CuAcbaPLWuupZSI1CvNDlsY0U2zwTwKtDscPrUioz7OU_gimjUaj-Tam0HWyDTIlwEGSdXJzBPiu-uAb65xqatNBw9gdKfvctsbnh50h_Ktxk534mvXO0-rakTNwDg/s1440/IMG_4472.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0cwwj3b93ak4Du7zh3l880K4ryyUKg3LQDRiBzvhPoh8C819Kyxm75X_CuAcbaPLWuupZSI1CvNDlsY0U2zwTwKtDscPrUioz7OU_gimjUaj-Tam0HWyDTIlwEGSdXJzBPiu-uAb65xqatNBw9gdKfvctsbnh50h_Ktxk534mvXO0-rakTNwDg/w400-h400/IMG_4472.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared sent this to me. And it is absolutely true. Coffee absolutely hurts my gut. But I absolutely need it for comfort and energy. But I do have to limit myself to two cups a day, or one large one at a cafe'. I was trying to use up a sweetened creamer today that is sweetened with stevia and I've had a horrible stomachache since then. I meant to send it home with Kellie, but forgot. I can't drink it. The other ones I get in the same brand are not sweetened and I do absolutely fine with. I don't need the sweetener. And had I known that this one contained stevia I wouldn't have bought it. I can do xylitol ok or splenda, but I can't do aspartame or saccharin or stevia.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtItqdiZ_GaN70PP2f8xYD81nD3xQsew1oy4w49a-sTU2XVtKKqto5eRgTxQbgyUEavVGqDsBM4A1ov7S5-VZXGBzjpOqUtTF0n4r6bhABzQN6Ep4P3ev7aSIZ-2qYPc_Z3bOBHOchpjjTnURk7Pg2pjDkA7-VTPivKHVauzksLtVkKmtybLvfVQ/s4032/IMG_4473.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtItqdiZ_GaN70PP2f8xYD81nD3xQsew1oy4w49a-sTU2XVtKKqto5eRgTxQbgyUEavVGqDsBM4A1ov7S5-VZXGBzjpOqUtTF0n4r6bhABzQN6Ep4P3ev7aSIZ-2qYPc_Z3bOBHOchpjjTnURk7Pg2pjDkA7-VTPivKHVauzksLtVkKmtybLvfVQ/w300-h400/IMG_4473.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my word, take this bag out of my hand. I must have been hungry and emotional, too. It is the perfect mix for me! Aldi knows what I need before it need it every single time! This trail mix has dried sweetened strawberries (which are hard to chew when you leave the bag in the fridge like I do because I hate melty chocolate), and these teeny tiny looking strawberry and chocolate flavored chocolate cones that really do like ice cream cones! There's also white chocolate chips and cashews and almonds and oh my word it's all yumminess by the handful! Ah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kq8WRVsaLMPaacEgD3FXI1bmaiOVdsphRk1p_BVPYmMEeGjxweDtH3IqZkkaGqL4glj8gWHh0an4dFRNW4gJL0dP4C7hhp3e_3waeuOclupqMvKuTsKTaCKtt2SFvatKNshW64wtY0lu3p6vtmACZjAssYAW3wfAvYMzr6ZFRXmcMW_ILPmPeA/s1792/IMG_4476.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kq8WRVsaLMPaacEgD3FXI1bmaiOVdsphRk1p_BVPYmMEeGjxweDtH3IqZkkaGqL4glj8gWHh0an4dFRNW4gJL0dP4C7hhp3e_3waeuOclupqMvKuTsKTaCKtt2SFvatKNshW64wtY0lu3p6vtmACZjAssYAW3wfAvYMzr6ZFRXmcMW_ILPmPeA/s320/IMG_4476.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grrr, my mpg went down because I've had to run my a/c at full blast! I think I need to get my a/c recharged or something. It's not putting out as much cold as I think it should. I'm running it full blast for most my trips, even the 30 min long ones to Greenfield. Not nice. But I did get $.20 off a gallon thanks to either my Kroger card or using the Bank of America credit card. I would have used my Amazon card (because our checking account is too low for comfort) but I left it at home on accident because I was buying books today). <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRItPWAP2KRNjXTyBrWajmE_vwpVgAfd8-LJvUqJ3AkvEc2EPsROxSXAnGmzrwMlOCaQkxrPBl0-WZUAMFV5-v0dzdoOiS_LEJd2TprvqzibKn_q9DhIOUqxWQRf5j-itt1J4YPqB57-GmLpTPg-9hUK9wupo-PrUuuY018fPdkJGHsDMQfhK6Q/s4032/IMG_4477.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRItPWAP2KRNjXTyBrWajmE_vwpVgAfd8-LJvUqJ3AkvEc2EPsROxSXAnGmzrwMlOCaQkxrPBl0-WZUAMFV5-v0dzdoOiS_LEJd2TprvqzibKn_q9DhIOUqxWQRf5j-itt1J4YPqB57-GmLpTPg-9hUK9wupo-PrUuuY018fPdkJGHsDMQfhK6Q/s320/IMG_4477.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least I can go pretty far on one tank of gas.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzEwoxYNIhuV1AbNfImgUDEkuVQBr6JjeLalnQ_w0s5wjSk15qO3552FWzGt3OHyCl_4U5X5yYfy2ZKYuXL_ZPJkNpfG4HOV9L97MZ57lb0D7XA8mKqZ8ICSFBt4gc2yfppM0ysO__Biiq8ywMXJWhW_8ooPuC217EdW6m1YoiCi2CSkVwMrVQw/s4032/IMG_4478.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzEwoxYNIhuV1AbNfImgUDEkuVQBr6JjeLalnQ_w0s5wjSk15qO3552FWzGt3OHyCl_4U5X5yYfy2ZKYuXL_ZPJkNpfG4HOV9L97MZ57lb0D7XA8mKqZ8ICSFBt4gc2yfppM0ysO__Biiq8ywMXJWhW_8ooPuC217EdW6m1YoiCi2CSkVwMrVQw/w300-h400/IMG_4478.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, just like everyone else, $75 for a tankful. I was very empty this time. It was really $4.79 a gallon, which is a significant drop in price, but I had some fuel points or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TgdJhyaqwImYC-YEHvMAUVTpOUfc0Esp-BMefyXGgDVCQf4EUhM4_CIkvPSajaZALV7ivNQ4aaI1OhyOG7u5w00oryHXNZwSDypAzlnrFs8wbpFaHeGfvx0NXxPcn8a-_pdR90Iu2xjzvHdKcObVuXxgTUaBiNBadoYwhaL9XgIieU5TIh8bEQ/s1792/IMG_4479.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7TgdJhyaqwImYC-YEHvMAUVTpOUfc0Esp-BMefyXGgDVCQf4EUhM4_CIkvPSajaZALV7ivNQ4aaI1OhyOG7u5w00oryHXNZwSDypAzlnrFs8wbpFaHeGfvx0NXxPcn8a-_pdR90Iu2xjzvHdKcObVuXxgTUaBiNBadoYwhaL9XgIieU5TIh8bEQ/s320/IMG_4479.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last sleep in Manchester for my sister Stefanie.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcTnWquBm_N0j_nn4joFajgoGPxflfaTJhj22-fddc9MrnQ19suV4cATI0ONJ54koGWALRdnPC-TSA_Kb6FC8Y3TxFoCxXrbHfjMMWCKY--yfNXpeFoYYw992HvKLIyxXtAsnreSFpKBpU4c8kXJBkiAkn2iL3e7LUWrvXeinEaYkSe1_VyfR6A/s1792/IMG_4480.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcTnWquBm_N0j_nn4joFajgoGPxflfaTJhj22-fddc9MrnQ19suV4cATI0ONJ54koGWALRdnPC-TSA_Kb6FC8Y3TxFoCxXrbHfjMMWCKY--yfNXpeFoYYw992HvKLIyxXtAsnreSFpKBpU4c8kXJBkiAkn2iL3e7LUWrvXeinEaYkSe1_VyfR6A/s320/IMG_4480.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't even get to visit her in this home. That's how long it's been.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrY284_ubobXOalroSgSlyuq2bbq7KX5tmy41cIcL1v-gkU4aIYo0srLR_Qpv2ywUQsc1fEgH9WCklYjcIPBg8FTrqXmoCOXzgZ4kOUVjf2bioj71pUT8qf6yZ0XrJVry-apHeGY78jfD0T_daIkbG4PAfpXgWORrB5ILXH7b-Sw1pphvoG_qosw/s1792/IMG_4481.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrY284_ubobXOalroSgSlyuq2bbq7KX5tmy41cIcL1v-gkU4aIYo0srLR_Qpv2ywUQsc1fEgH9WCklYjcIPBg8FTrqXmoCOXzgZ4kOUVjf2bioj71pUT8qf6yZ0XrJVry-apHeGY78jfD0T_daIkbG4PAfpXgWORrB5ILXH7b-Sw1pphvoG_qosw/w296-h640/IMG_4481.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a rough estimate of how long it would take to see my sister once she moves. That's about how long it takes to get to Manchester from Indy, 1,000 miles.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijOUgFguEpOZ8aRtlCNhlGQQxqe0uBvYYMo-pv8GR4ze2q8Tz8SdzzrwwCHkqzdcvItTFlUkmGg5iT3tXvS9oJm7S42o7VQHFFoGTpTS4Uy7YiJx85u1PTe7asQEhXLtvn-mFS5eYjEdgoiMl9tue-5KZ04eWduJ8CFJkmODLV_V8FLuX-tQ3Sw/s1792/IMG_4482.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijOUgFguEpOZ8aRtlCNhlGQQxqe0uBvYYMo-pv8GR4ze2q8Tz8SdzzrwwCHkqzdcvItTFlUkmGg5iT3tXvS9oJm7S42o7VQHFFoGTpTS4Uy7YiJx85u1PTe7asQEhXLtvn-mFS5eYjEdgoiMl9tue-5KZ04eWduJ8CFJkmODLV_V8FLuX-tQ3Sw/w296-h640/IMG_4482.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my word. I had no idea! 1,900 miles! 27 hrs! That's huge! This is why I'm so nervous for them! This is not an easy trip with an autistic 11 1/2 yr old kid who very rarely travels more than 30 minutes at a time. Holy cow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hA1CexGqJ3dQbAhHco44CgEjyQn8uKvpTQBhEEFu2ZNBlojOkc2UqXFKenCOlp2sJiCEYIbu2fPLcrG145vq2Ql-FjzV5zasbxpmwYGRt6myUOtCteI3_LypPQxOx3Aumcm5NJWKJwkEt15n-iZ3-8nvTjcpV5-8Mobrrplf-uOZvQI_9UFrRw/s1792/IMG_4483.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-hA1CexGqJ3dQbAhHco44CgEjyQn8uKvpTQBhEEFu2ZNBlojOkc2UqXFKenCOlp2sJiCEYIbu2fPLcrG145vq2Ql-FjzV5zasbxpmwYGRt6myUOtCteI3_LypPQxOx3Aumcm5NJWKJwkEt15n-iZ3-8nvTjcpV5-8Mobrrplf-uOZvQI_9UFrRw/w296-h640/IMG_4483.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Compare that to our trips to PEI. 23 hrs. 1,600 miles. Almost as bad. But we have great travelers and experienced drivers. We took 4 days/3 nights when we had everyone in the van and the trucks. When they moved us back, I think they did it maybe with one overnight. And we've driven the van all in one go as well. (Never ever ever do that). <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQ6CPIP4AxtVbrTdC8AkngB5b49EatPZfKWzyvz0Z1hz2xHNLferW9aHvWJDCQ62_EMyQI5o9qul-2ExjWavVC5johIUWOKxiNkMgEDZiB301MtCgOX1txDNCW_v4GUqgOJQOCdVMw_O759ej14zDbfONY-9pvP3TeyGKy2IKrpTBnbHCkbux9w/s4032/IMG_5687.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQ6CPIP4AxtVbrTdC8AkngB5b49EatPZfKWzyvz0Z1hz2xHNLferW9aHvWJDCQ62_EMyQI5o9qul-2ExjWavVC5johIUWOKxiNkMgEDZiB301MtCgOX1txDNCW_v4GUqgOJQOCdVMw_O759ej14zDbfONY-9pvP3TeyGKy2IKrpTBnbHCkbux9w/s320/IMG_5687.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone at work gave Jared a venus fly trap just because. It's already got one fly. And now that it's been home just for a couple of hours, it's caught a couple more. I guess we really needed it! I love these things! I typically accidentally kill them after awhile, but they are so fascinating!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0fjuOGhPyHA_sEHo6cncr9Y4M_1VRYFeoh148hLvTtnHgYqVDk8JaW6HEZheSVq-Sn-Q5wmSEFULeif_HKkXyU_c07Ehcb-hyyUf7A5fDM05VXwCbYJcfsBKYE3V8dEr3DAQdQdyfWm1qH94dgqdQWOsmXS7fbanZx_WyB7JCDi0-edpCYk9kQ/s4032/IMG_5688.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO0fjuOGhPyHA_sEHo6cncr9Y4M_1VRYFeoh148hLvTtnHgYqVDk8JaW6HEZheSVq-Sn-Q5wmSEFULeif_HKkXyU_c07Ehcb-hyyUf7A5fDM05VXwCbYJcfsBKYE3V8dEr3DAQdQdyfWm1qH94dgqdQWOsmXS7fbanZx_WyB7JCDi0-edpCYk9kQ/s320/IMG_5688.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The first fly was caught in the leaves or whatever they actually call them down there in the front. I think there is a different for them, but you can call it a mouth. And the "bugs" are fake. It's just on the plastic shell covering the plant. I think it needs to come off actually. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday -</p><p>- Up and at 'em! Justin went out driving with Dad and off to work they went. Abishai got his sugar breakfast and did his wanderings. I tried not to dwadle too much because I had the IAHE newsletter to write. Keturah got up at her normal time around 10am. Abishai and Keturah were both anxious to go find the cousins to play with, but I think they were out and about with their parents somewhere. Eventually, they did go over to Grandma's house after an early lunch. I had showered and was ready to finally get the newsletter started.</p><p>- It took me about 5 hours to get the newsletter done, not because it was that involved, but because I was mentally and emotionally exhausted from yesterday. I just couldn't work fast enough on it. I kept nodding off, too. But it got done.</p><p>- Meanwhile, the kids came back with Aaron and Shauna in tow and for the rest of the afternoon, everyone worked hard to prepare the ground for the pool! Aaron and Shauna even got a load of sand to fill in the area to make everything even. They took out the clothesline pole. And now we have an awesome spot ready to part the tarp down and a pool on top. Too bad it's going to be a couple of weeks before Rick can get here. </p><p>- While they did that, Jared picked up Justin and got him to his dentist appointment. I finally got off my computer after finish the newsletter and sending it off the to the editors, around 4pm, just in time to make supper. Boo! No down time for me! I hodge podge some hot dogs and brats and salad. Jared took Abishai to Tang Soo. The teens proceeded to be short tempered with me because they were hangry, and eventually I left to get my other medication and dry dog food. I ended up getting a new dog tooth brush as well.</p><p>- When I got home, I tried the doggy tooth brush on Socks and I accidentally made his gums bleed, so he must have some gingiviitus, poor guy. I felt so bad. Jared and Abishai got home soon after that. Then Jared put Abishai to bed and the he and the teens got ready to go back out again! They and Aaron's family were going to a drive in movie to see the Lightyear movie! How fun! I don't think our kids have experienced that, and I'm glad they got to go, although sometimes their attitude should cause them to miss out on such fun things. We are too soft, I know. And they are too spoiled. But cousins aren't in town that often, so it's hard to say no.</p><p>- It was a hot day, but a very accomplished day. I'm just tired and hurting. Jared's taking me some where first thing in the mornign so I'm trying to finish way earlier than normal. I'm exhausted, too. I didn't work outside in the heat, and it doesn't look like I did any physical labor inside, but I'm fighting internal battles that others aren't. So I'm weary of the battle. I just want to relax and play my games. And not physical hurt anymore. And go play. That's it. Good night.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_iVMPxP0I_Zn_o4N2M-5T5oC0okq9NKW89Z5AC4AkXcgepWYnPdrcdfpsBiEoJhv28rybLRMi-SI5kLox1o9pHrAnUCuCZDoALpgouQbzXjzyUpYdzar--6sRjcVck6dt33AZHsRm1CDkR7q9DuB5ifnoKt7BPyCI4TwNpZxc_O04naoohG0Hg/s960/10402999_10153441349212812_5707636497540272242_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_iVMPxP0I_Zn_o4N2M-5T5oC0okq9NKW89Z5AC4AkXcgepWYnPdrcdfpsBiEoJhv28rybLRMi-SI5kLox1o9pHrAnUCuCZDoALpgouQbzXjzyUpYdzar--6sRjcVck6dt33AZHsRm1CDkR7q9DuB5ifnoKt7BPyCI4TwNpZxc_O04naoohG0Hg/w640-h480/10402999_10153441349212812_5707636497540272242_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throwback Thursday to 9 yr old Justin, 4 1/2 month old Abishai, 7 yr old Keturah. Awww.....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCXF5CpJSELdMOGze2g5Fay-SEMHkfdAJV_NYsX6loYrXV9WeQajQCn-bu0EqBO2xUmguHi2UogYiSo8GGYKi5Vn2ADYmJCMy9vfxd6xVPwkhr2nhmOE-QIx8c4pS3a8Tp8n9ab66a-1BV1ZT2NzkGqv71T2ijAoNP5QVPL_gsvdUSeIcDdzUZQ/s2016/IMG_2039.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCXF5CpJSELdMOGze2g5Fay-SEMHkfdAJV_NYsX6loYrXV9WeQajQCn-bu0EqBO2xUmguHi2UogYiSo8GGYKi5Vn2ADYmJCMy9vfxd6xVPwkhr2nhmOE-QIx8c4pS3a8Tp8n9ab66a-1BV1ZT2NzkGqv71T2ijAoNP5QVPL_gsvdUSeIcDdzUZQ/w480-h640/IMG_2039.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now look at this crew. A 16 yr old Justin, 15 yr old Everly, 14 yr old Keturah, and 12 year old Nora. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXf7rA56y0AVd3VJ583Et9xbYdvielnDTnsJrRTC2ujbLh_iyxn8H3gn065vQmJOv5cwU3kIlKzAAPUh9-NlMcEvWzSPMn9DQTPTiAq6GT5qGs36_6oU-kBHyh3crqhUZzex4yPNfrQiUkNniFJ8BDiTIckTsJz4GfG0lfTVx1Ci6QhFqGl5h7tw/s3088/IMG_2041.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2320" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXf7rA56y0AVd3VJ583Et9xbYdvielnDTnsJrRTC2ujbLh_iyxn8H3gn065vQmJOv5cwU3kIlKzAAPUh9-NlMcEvWzSPMn9DQTPTiAq6GT5qGs36_6oU-kBHyh3crqhUZzex4yPNfrQiUkNniFJ8BDiTIckTsJz4GfG0lfTVx1Ci6QhFqGl5h7tw/w480-h640/IMG_2041.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The chaperones waiting to enjoy Lightyear. And waiting to cringe at the lesbian story arc. Brave souls. It's only because of the nostaglia that I'm allowing it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M0C9vX4TdlyReb8AD5-yxgDekOfmExpfLmyqTECvMzLk6Ja7QEUObYENaQWQz6jhwjNSl8slgQqzyAjOxfGwAen_vXf5BXnKr0auCGu8h-tNviF7NymA9xeDMyR8fnj2HjSDckNXWsHw0TPfCz9Y-rQs_EoV_mITHPdfV75BdabUQ9lFdXOGJg/s4032/IMG_4484.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6M0C9vX4TdlyReb8AD5-yxgDekOfmExpfLmyqTECvMzLk6Ja7QEUObYENaQWQz6jhwjNSl8slgQqzyAjOxfGwAen_vXf5BXnKr0auCGu8h-tNviF7NymA9xeDMyR8fnj2HjSDckNXWsHw0TPfCz9Y-rQs_EoV_mITHPdfV75BdabUQ9lFdXOGJg/w640-h480/IMG_4484.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The movie was a great reward for all hard this crew worked today. They took the backyard, which looked like this at 1pm.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMa34xC1kMfZDBYh4i-5KSkHvHDwHqVYHPiMTHQG8YY4_opH7kFzCOQwhTpLM0KYglua7sNp8_9YmXlYLpbEHuAelM9zORH_53yn28Ltj1oBCN6CY9Fs0CJnUva_cBb8MCmmj3JZ7qiTO7CAe8r0divToxTTLcfzrk-jpq4AwFI8pZaSa6JlNk7Q/s4032/IMG_4485.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMa34xC1kMfZDBYh4i-5KSkHvHDwHqVYHPiMTHQG8YY4_opH7kFzCOQwhTpLM0KYglua7sNp8_9YmXlYLpbEHuAelM9zORH_53yn28Ltj1oBCN6CY9Fs0CJnUva_cBb8MCmmj3JZ7qiTO7CAe8r0divToxTTLcfzrk-jpq4AwFI8pZaSa6JlNk7Q/w640-h480/IMG_4485.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZI5FULqXSq5yLDl-vjzE1NTIdDKpxmTUu2HQcJ-WJPnJVOLmLj523MPRdBiu378YjyiFEVYLBMIimuAFBnOPRhNSIKfQxQ2MpeW-44haEoIu2AyXwcJ3J5k822tHF6YculkM7biR_vkA0YpbpjLdR1LX2f50L4Dt5o3TA5IFAEtNu5Kb5I-ZZQ/s4032/IMG_4488.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZI5FULqXSq5yLDl-vjzE1NTIdDKpxmTUu2HQcJ-WJPnJVOLmLj523MPRdBiu378YjyiFEVYLBMIimuAFBnOPRhNSIKfQxQ2MpeW-44haEoIu2AyXwcJ3J5k822tHF6YculkM7biR_vkA0YpbpjLdR1LX2f50L4Dt5o3TA5IFAEtNu5Kb5I-ZZQ/w480-h640/IMG_4488.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared said to make Aaron's gift wrapping look childish. The girls did a great job. My kids, not so much!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWf5HKucShAA_b3lUufHyETdpzmusHuSB7czpjaOUQqQCxAsiBRHaJc9yK9Iz23Jq2TRyjJtNs_p0BnYuJF5dwnk8gnESVwP9ijUg6h0F8uxMLs4qtPXgravCS8moNQMPnJQ8D0ntKmMiwhUo9admEjiUcn6omymltVghFH1zC8fsP3Gw9fFDmw/s4032/IMG_4489.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWf5HKucShAA_b3lUufHyETdpzmusHuSB7czpjaOUQqQCxAsiBRHaJc9yK9Iz23Jq2TRyjJtNs_p0BnYuJF5dwnk8gnESVwP9ijUg6h0F8uxMLs4qtPXgravCS8moNQMPnJQ8D0ntKmMiwhUo9admEjiUcn6omymltVghFH1zC8fsP3Gw9fFDmw/w640-h480/IMG_4489.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waste not, want not. Refusing to just throw the whole thing directly in the trash, but I know there were items there that could be refused. And today they were! Except for the glue bottle that had mold in it. That was a fun discovery.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49LyWR8K-3PpxJlByYQseD14IMvT6x_S7qwTFp3WVcOxk47CStV8SQvrbEkpgnNYV3fdAU1gcOOiaiNhBGKgNuD3OV3CWfvY2_fESVxTz1b_BqLOCCS2Yj33XbwE0fNyI2xCVBnRyqofmUyf-ZKtq9SyM-b4eY1HtojVRK384ejSx35h_wEAdRQ/s4032/IMG_4490.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg49LyWR8K-3PpxJlByYQseD14IMvT6x_S7qwTFp3WVcOxk47CStV8SQvrbEkpgnNYV3fdAU1gcOOiaiNhBGKgNuD3OV3CWfvY2_fESVxTz1b_BqLOCCS2Yj33XbwE0fNyI2xCVBnRyqofmUyf-ZKtq9SyM-b4eY1HtojVRK384ejSx35h_wEAdRQ/s320/IMG_4490.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai writing Happy Birthday on the side of it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigvLLccA5441iVOGCk5OyyTV3OSQbJb3bDpu3rCNnnIFfZJotPlgbXgG7MSyX8x6WXtnJoH4Ub42k8cLTbuZF1JW_W29wKsaUh_HiWzqnWmpwxpSyRd9U84oIFhbrWPKrRYTednLwP2jf3YG6SCmIcDPWmTgp8irJWcbkVj_v6Wq40MbPA3qGng/s4032/IMG_4491.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgigvLLccA5441iVOGCk5OyyTV3OSQbJb3bDpu3rCNnnIFfZJotPlgbXgG7MSyX8x6WXtnJoH4Ub42k8cLTbuZF1JW_W29wKsaUh_HiWzqnWmpwxpSyRd9U84oIFhbrWPKrRYTednLwP2jf3YG6SCmIcDPWmTgp8irJWcbkVj_v6Wq40MbPA3qGng/s320/IMG_4491.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These blocks became MM's and Nora drew a surfing person.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgAJ-EmYoO4OFYVllBN9NzENKtVGpuTUyKCLDEcTOvwn0o-RUKcvV7ITm_bMXYWNisph39s6KSCUPkZvzgonmG3_3UqDJMo2ol9n7lJUj77e3zHqvbzRHep_ZaAMY60mJvhXHX26LIDWlTcSYcvgCw15lX9wajsK4fpPEsYf6D-KZak6C0lbBKw/s4032/IMG_4492.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgAJ-EmYoO4OFYVllBN9NzENKtVGpuTUyKCLDEcTOvwn0o-RUKcvV7ITm_bMXYWNisph39s6KSCUPkZvzgonmG3_3UqDJMo2ol9n7lJUj77e3zHqvbzRHep_ZaAMY60mJvhXHX26LIDWlTcSYcvgCw15lX9wajsK4fpPEsYf6D-KZak6C0lbBKw/s320/IMG_4492.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then Justin and Jared got home just in timee to clean up the last little bit sand from the truck.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-y7dWmOOEM65fhZgX5cOgaV5P3Jvh5UBsQN4DfaTeAFavfZ95zKJkV5ovvf6zlOHgOPrXlQyDe6ITLHCjq52yDz9wMyDn8eAFVZl44a0KyUvr6hvZ6OglEekBaN-15MHHfbbnC5DeSCEaHK62zs6h6aPKt4JGYqZBUmqQmkikKehRfMOnDX36YQ/s500/IMG_4493.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-y7dWmOOEM65fhZgX5cOgaV5P3Jvh5UBsQN4DfaTeAFavfZ95zKJkV5ovvf6zlOHgOPrXlQyDe6ITLHCjq52yDz9wMyDn8eAFVZl44a0KyUvr6hvZ6OglEekBaN-15MHHfbbnC5DeSCEaHK62zs6h6aPKt4JGYqZBUmqQmkikKehRfMOnDX36YQ/w400-h400/IMG_4493.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2R_6FKCNwC6CF4sk4-FgS_q5pczfseNnETmGYmxXOU_kECtP67HTKeRmReWXVHS34VdudsFvj8v2UIOBfOW8m9EqXA-CivuTJrxwuEs2IAR9RpFeNlwmG3xkxx8pS5628slgWe5szjZE35IBc-ATCGBnJB_ZzYAqvvmPnqZnkr15R1rzg_ofvg/s4032/IMG_4494.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; 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All ready for the pool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux_BXvMsjNTmyK6FKBfmjnSRze5x_EpQVpPU3pB8wrN2OMSvrqD_tkuVs3FCF1wg5biZWDJW1d8BfOzgUv40Kl-3CCwapIACHgQCFXvFNv6caOO-waf_a1yq76utJf914hH7x5MP3fpXxHr9FxNt7Cbq6xdaw1PStZpLqgb0Ev0kroVLYDxW2cQ/s4032/IMG_4495.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux_BXvMsjNTmyK6FKBfmjnSRze5x_EpQVpPU3pB8wrN2OMSvrqD_tkuVs3FCF1wg5biZWDJW1d8BfOzgUv40Kl-3CCwapIACHgQCFXvFNv6caOO-waf_a1yq76utJf914hH7x5MP3fpXxHr9FxNt7Cbq6xdaw1PStZpLqgb0Ev0kroVLYDxW2cQ/s320/IMG_4495.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who's ready for dissections and the latest and greatest from Dr. Jay Wile?! Actually, he had a real live biologist help on this one. Dr. Wile is a chemist and physicist. But it's written in his style and it's hot off the press as of two weeks ago. And I bought a dissection kit to do with Justin later in the winter. Yes, that's a real frog, fish, worm, and crayfish in there. We will be doing it on the kitchen counter on a special tray with special tools just like I did when I was a freshman homeschool student.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zOSTYt23dCydJCNHC004YnwWIJmY5_Y8nEadXJXWt4PaIgrRF4P9EqJ1R7cuR1DdBtc3ghRlSYY_cU_jlaETjxLY0QUIOi0bKG7u0eaAhxpL_Fyj1iboVZWWtVe6PPFLENX6x32VKEXXwgf8DKQ3y2qnuYwF_8f906_wYHrPVx5SyJxWA_ACBg/s1792/IMG_4498.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zOSTYt23dCydJCNHC004YnwWIJmY5_Y8nEadXJXWt4PaIgrRF4P9EqJ1R7cuR1DdBtc3ghRlSYY_cU_jlaETjxLY0QUIOi0bKG7u0eaAhxpL_Fyj1iboVZWWtVe6PPFLENX6x32VKEXXwgf8DKQ3y2qnuYwF_8f906_wYHrPVx5SyJxWA_ACBg/s320/IMG_4498.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Half of my crew is out in Shelbyville watching a movie on a big screen with bugs biting them and in the darkness of the night. Tell me that's not an interesting way to watch a movie. We'll see what they thought about the controversial story arch with the lesbians main sidekicks. We'll see.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIM3eTrr8E1EvraLK6mjUpbwjZG3wqKxozKY9VtXGy9bghsr-d3CNLpDM0J1wlHZzNb4xnRJ7g08ldiWHKMdJtct5hOUqpp7uofNF7DPHvn9j3lXDF4ceHYK9P7_oZtq5AyRP9jEcu8wsv17p-r-cgOkVRyZibLvUECWLeepSK-y-_oUYXHr11HQ/s1792/IMG_4499.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIM3eTrr8E1EvraLK6mjUpbwjZG3wqKxozKY9VtXGy9bghsr-d3CNLpDM0J1wlHZzNb4xnRJ7g08ldiWHKMdJtct5hOUqpp7uofNF7DPHvn9j3lXDF4ceHYK9P7_oZtq5AyRP9jEcu8wsv17p-r-cgOkVRyZibLvUECWLeepSK-y-_oUYXHr11HQ/w296-h640/IMG_4499.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I'm stalking them. Here they are in the middle of the field. Nice! I've been at this venue for a concert last year and it was pretty cool.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Friday - 10th Anniversary of Leaving for Canada<br /></p><p> - Today was the 10th anniversary of us leaving Beech Grove, Indiana for Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada. Jared took me out for a little breakfast date. I had no idea where we were going but he started driving east, and at first, I was like oh, maybe we are going for coffee at the Brew 52 in New Pal. And then we passed New Pal. Then I thought, ok, maybe Hitherto in Greenfield, nope, wrong again. We went the backroads to Morristown, of all places, where Keturah used to do gymanstics 5 years ago, to the Bluebird Restaurant, near the Kopper Kettle. He picked it because someone said it was good (probably a dinner recommendation) and because it was new and out of the way and driving time would give us more of a chance to talk. I didn't talk much on the way out because I was still sleepy and hadn't had my caffeine yet. But once I had my two eggs, shredded hashbrowns and coffee, I perked up. Jared had eggs, sausage and toast. I think we spent something like $15. I think we spent more on gas juts getting out there! He showed me again the quote in one of his Bibles from Mark Moore, who wrote the Core 52 books, who at the time, was one of his professors at Lincoln Christian College in 2000, who said in chapel one, something to the effect that a great goal would be that a tithe of your professional working life should be in cross cultural ministry. If you consider 40 years to be your working life, then our 4 years in Canada was exactly a tithe of Jared's working career. Unintentional by us, and Jared quickly said he would have stayed longer and we would both agree that it it's a minimum kind of thing, just like a monetary tithe, and you can always give more than that. But it's not a coincidence either. It's something to pause and ponder on. And feel confident that God was behind it all. But I actually did break down and start to cry. Because it's still not fair. Even 6 years after leaving to come back. 10 years after leaving Beech Grove and starting the adventure and remembering the feelings of the day we packed up the truck (which was yesterday) and all the anxiety and embarrassment when it didn't fit. It was the most stressful day of my life. Moving back wasn't as stressful at all because I knew what I was doing. And all I could think of yesterday was my poor sister doing the same thing. She had no clue what was hitting her. She, too, had to go back to UHaul to rent a trailer unexpectedly. She also didn't have enough helpers and she was up until after midnight cleaning their rental house. She didn't leave Manchester until 11am today and only drove 2 1/2 hrs because she didn't give Auggie dramimine and she couldn't stay awake because of how exhausting yesterday was. I was stressed out thinking about her all week. So my feelings about today, the 10th anniversary, were heightened by that extra stress and anxiety, and having Aaron and Shauna here, and having Keturah and Abishai extra tired and snippy because of that. I can only handle so much at once. I think God orchestrated that John and Stef choose this weekend to move because it was a holiday weekend, same as we did, and this was the year because it was our 10th anniversary. And to some, moving isn't a big deal. Even a big move. To us, because of the drama 4 years later, it's the biggest line in the sand, single biggest chapter in our life so far, it's what has made us who we are today. Not our wedding or births of our kids. Not any of the job changes except it. It's the most all encompassing thing that changed our family dynamics, our physical location, cutting our apron strings from his parents (which made us finally grow up and changed our relationship with them), truly changed our relationships with God as the drama unfolded as we came back because of Benaiah and the job, and changed our relationship as we have healed quite differently. This is THAT significant. It's the first thing we really choose to do as a couple. It's the first thing we contemplated and prayed over as a couple. The first ministry thing we did. The first time I poured my heart and soul into a place intentionally. The first time I made real friends. Friends I didn't want to leave behind. And my friend group there has stuck together and continued on without me. A friend group that I would still be part of today. A friend group I still cry over and about often. The grief has not waned. I did not cry over or grieve over leaving New Hampshire like this. I did not cry over and grieve over leaving Indiana like this. I don't know if this means I'm still not healed, or I still haven't forgiven someone, or that I really truly made some best friends for the first time in my life and I was open enough and vulnerable enough to have real feelings for once. But for me to sit there, 10 years later, and openly start to cry in a public place, that's not me. That wasn't me even a few years ago. And I still want to cry just typing this two days later after having rested a bit this weekend. </p><p>- I've always said that I left a piece of my heart on Prince Edward Island and I used to think it was a little tiny piece because I knew 4 years wasn't a lot of time in the grand scheme of things. I knew that hopefully someday I would move on and have more experiences and I would push myself to get over it and move on and maybe have even better experiences. But so far, it hasn't happened yet. And I'm thinking, it wasn't just a little tiny piece. I'm thinking, it was a big piece, a God shaped huge piece. I finally grew up while I was there. I finally grew up into my true self. And Jared was able to see for himself who he could be outside of his family. And who he was not. Remember, he didn't enjoy PEI like I did. He was stuck at the job. I think he could have enjoyed it and found something else more enjoyable and we were literally two months from permanent residency where we could have stayed and found something else if only the school hadn't terminated us so soon. It came down to the issue of timing. And that's part of what makes me so furious. They did not consider our needs before their own. They didn't wait until after graduation that year either. It was a hot mess. And left us in a hot mess. And left a huge hole in my heart that is scarred for life. It has healed up some, maybe a lot, but then the scab rips open and it's raw again. And this week has been tough because of my sister. Thankfully not because of my in laws that are visiting or my in laws that live here. And thankfully, I've been able to control my attitude and my tongue. Praise the Lord.</p><p>- On the way back from Morristown, I was looking up where John, Stef, and Auggie were on their travels and I noticed Gary was at our house. So I texted Keturah and Justin asking them why Grandpa was there, and they responded that Grandpa was getting more sand for the pool area. I internally rolled my eyes and told Jared and said, oh boy, who knows what we are going to walk into and did he know anything about it. He didn't say anything of course. I tried to keep my mood up and laugh it off and play it up and walked around to the back of the house when we got home like, "oh boy, he's at it again, meddling in where he didn't need to." And I saw that the pool box was gone from the garage because the garage door was up. Yikes. I was kind of hoping that yes, they were putting up the pool and I was actually going to be happy if they were because that's what I wanted! Because who knows how or when it was going to be done with just Jared in charge of it. Well, sure enough, everyone but Leah was over there and they had the pool up! Yeah!!!!! I was surprised Aaron, Shauna and the girls were there because I knew they had a lunch date. They all said it was my birthday present. I said thank you!!!! Because truly, it take a huge load off my mind. Now all we have to do is get Rick here to do the electrical, and we are on his list already, and then we have to study and assemble the filtration system, which I know I can help from Kellie if we can't do it, and we have to get the pool water guy out here to fill it with the already chlorinated city water, to jump start it. Yeah! So major progress this week! I keep looking out my back windows at it and smiling! My dream is finally coming true! A pool in our backyard! No more headaches at the city pool! I can send my kids out there and I can watch from inside! Just a 30 minute dip and then we can all feel better! Abishai can learn to swim faster! Ah! I don't have to wait for the city pools to open and close every year! Eek! AND I said what I wanted to do with the IRS refund, and how I was saving for a pool, and how I wanted money at Christmas for one, and I've followed through for once! That means a TON to me! A TON! Doing a house project start to finish! Eek! Ok, it's not finished but there's no going back now that it's out of the box. I was getting nervous with it still in the box. Thank you family!</p><p>- Speaking of pools, after Aaron and Shauna did their lunch date with her dad, and we had some quiet time at home, we did got to a friend of the family's wonderful backyard pool and the dads and kids got to swim. Shauna went home to rest, Leah was working on our birthday dinner, Grandpa was there for a bit, Benaiah had to work, and I was going to swim, but it didn't work out. I got some pics and vids, but yeah, I wasn't a happy camper. The kids had a wonderful time though. Thankfully it wasn't too hot in the shade and there was a tiny breeze. I was just done with the whole thing by the end of it. And I was worried about my sister since she hadn't made much progress today. I was ready to go home way sooner than anyone else.</p><p>- We had a late birthday dinner, our normal sides and grilled things. The cake was pretty cool, and looked like a gender revealed cake because Everly made half the icing blue and half of it pink because it was for Aaron and I, lol. But it was gluten free, which was sweet. I've had a lot of ice cream lately and so far so good. No stomach aches. Which is dangerous because I'm going to keep eating it and it's way too many calories for me. But things will settle down next week and I'll get back to my normal eating habits. We had some laughs, decent conversation, some play time outside, a family photo of our Johnson 12, and I didn't get mad or blow up. We also had a couple of extra guests, Matt and Lola, friends who used to live in NOLA but now live in Georgia who came to go canoeing with Aaron and Shauna and I'm sure to do other things, too. They have a cool camper van and canoe that Matt made from a kit. Matt's wife and son stayed in Georgia I believe. It was decent evening and I'm glad it went well.</p><p> - Overall, the bad part of the day was sandwhiched between two very good parts of the day. I loved that.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-03sXesMgizYQrReD051W48fba1zCWz2SZzH7XC5kSmD5V2jVk0VBw2I1Sfo7cbRo9Q83g7nST7wWl9YvBPK4eI46a_MWvK7HOosd3Zs9lBPw991Cx3dGkbnTFGUIQygKXNdH0yIdARe-JPEEegecvs33yO-HjBPiJrc8xasSxKk1cgOWocUVug/s1792/IMG_4501.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-03sXesMgizYQrReD051W48fba1zCWz2SZzH7XC5kSmD5V2jVk0VBw2I1Sfo7cbRo9Q83g7nST7wWl9YvBPK4eI46a_MWvK7HOosd3Zs9lBPw991Cx3dGkbnTFGUIQygKXNdH0yIdARe-JPEEegecvs33yO-HjBPiJrc8xasSxKk1cgOWocUVug/w185-h400/IMG_4501.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since they didn't get done at the house until late, John, Stefanie and Auggie had to get a hotel for the night in Manchester. They were not expecting that. They also slept in a lot and didn't get on the road until after 11. They only traveled 2 1/2 hrs the first day because Auggie threw up and Stefanie couldn't stay awake. She didn't want to drink caffeine and have to stop for the restroom all the time, but I think that's the only thing that is keeping her going because I see her stopping at Dunkin Doughnuts a lot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76FpS9GzmxUMagS0ne9red7xUYE_0DK6_g-GXp5oiLVd5IqMGQeCUa60L6Z6HNJ5enhxbBe3Gm6U3VDgdfjxVSi7EArZ_jrOoWgt202bZKa3o0UB7eIKzituZCAazw5IyC2jPYheYSaIb9adjzOsF4hr8IJKLxybIrNHPMLVtX1wj3VPUn11q1Q/s4032/IMG_4503.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76FpS9GzmxUMagS0ne9red7xUYE_0DK6_g-GXp5oiLVd5IqMGQeCUa60L6Z6HNJ5enhxbBe3Gm6U3VDgdfjxVSi7EArZ_jrOoWgt202bZKa3o0UB7eIKzituZCAazw5IyC2jPYheYSaIb9adjzOsF4hr8IJKLxybIrNHPMLVtX1wj3VPUn11q1Q/s320/IMG_4503.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is where Jared took me for lunch.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheblJhK_mTNe7UBS6NoSFbyZy22GsjvfA-W9eTZ8rLMrWMgdyGHTOYNCnly73Qzt4hKf9zJ9x0VLsCI237OTa0AmAzMzDHzuohp5d0zDyRgpf4uXD7iPxvoep8SnEm3xI4Ctj4HqqdAVTsoFWxAz2uPrX8ojYtZnIfBLupRPAXc1BhHsTZYn8Zaw/s1792/IMG_4504.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheblJhK_mTNe7UBS6NoSFbyZy22GsjvfA-W9eTZ8rLMrWMgdyGHTOYNCnly73Qzt4hKf9zJ9x0VLsCI237OTa0AmAzMzDHzuohp5d0zDyRgpf4uXD7iPxvoep8SnEm3xI4Ctj4HqqdAVTsoFWxAz2uPrX8ojYtZnIfBLupRPAXc1BhHsTZYn8Zaw/w185-h400/IMG_4504.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They stayed here for a long time. I'm guessing this is when Auggie threw up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KiHsGWs90rjDx0dI3r3o3tIGgte8XlhH42BhHZOdHM4GDTcq4WF6-Cwh5h-OL2UIXua1QJBy1Aa-BYIE_TRsUeGxxIIWWIAftyXGV92FxVJci9-mY_0yUgzN9Ee4PlqpCBfN5Fk3dxAWsevrfd49f913pLi1OKEsSiLZ0tUqgPthr8Wtq1JzDQ/s4032/IMG_4505.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KiHsGWs90rjDx0dI3r3o3tIGgte8XlhH42BhHZOdHM4GDTcq4WF6-Cwh5h-OL2UIXua1QJBy1Aa-BYIE_TRsUeGxxIIWWIAftyXGV92FxVJci9-mY_0yUgzN9Ee4PlqpCBfN5Fk3dxAWsevrfd49f913pLi1OKEsSiLZ0tUqgPthr8Wtq1JzDQ/s320/IMG_4505.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We came home after breakfast to find that our pool was up and they were finishing making the ladder!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6LhTau5ctEED4HUH9kHDx5DWNuEqACVatXKoYSg-pbjmCeQNU5r3hTyTUB9pht7u-Ko2Hgh7byl5Vw79p_9K-BzgPaiMoJLTf_8Tkq0Q4B0ToB_JukR1nseJwGTWSeNl0W-DKfEphpvBMEPgfHJlh7zRoV0F5cANQNyzFLHgzaP8azgiL2LlNQ/s4032/IMG_4507.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6LhTau5ctEED4HUH9kHDx5DWNuEqACVatXKoYSg-pbjmCeQNU5r3hTyTUB9pht7u-Ko2Hgh7byl5Vw79p_9K-BzgPaiMoJLTf_8Tkq0Q4B0ToB_JukR1nseJwGTWSeNl0W-DKfEphpvBMEPgfHJlh7zRoV0F5cANQNyzFLHgzaP8azgiL2LlNQ/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da! The sand is done and the pool is up! Now we just need to find a way to run electricity for the pump, set up the pump, and get the city water tank guy to come fill it up for us! There is no way I'm putting our iron filled water in this pool, at least not to start with. Yuck!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinenD2oW9GxsFZrO6GSvwHva571HbxpEc0_-8Tfm-verxamIUZFPmfHjq6_1aWqEYyCrLlBxkiHqSm0Hvc9QxssdI6eZU8e0MXAiZ9tQ9IolYB8ZEHVUxHM_AVe7uTMrfTK0DixybaNV9LH3x0V8Cv0w9t7mmaPYbt7aEtfjKTIsbrJCktecWoMw/s4032/IMG_4508.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinenD2oW9GxsFZrO6GSvwHva571HbxpEc0_-8Tfm-verxamIUZFPmfHjq6_1aWqEYyCrLlBxkiHqSm0Hvc9QxssdI6eZU8e0MXAiZ9tQ9IolYB8ZEHVUxHM_AVe7uTMrfTK0DixybaNV9LH3x0V8Cv0w9t7mmaPYbt7aEtfjKTIsbrJCktecWoMw/s320/IMG_4508.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai is such a great climber now. I can't believe we've been in this house for 5 years and he's grown from a little 2 year old to this monster of a kid.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXYlMVcoPKi5M5hsvEtraE1s1rC6ZXy3SubfDi01F4vj_DbIPgg4EJWV-XwYebtCfOgvIl_MhApMegGdk7_BD-0Ib6tLkqukFMYH30wHfs1t0Vjbb5iOkZWs4guiwD0KWQVyRBjLbm8IcEzrB1l5jq4PuyxGGYesv2Lq_Krg6AcI3HS2j__e-qg/s4032/IMG_4509.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgXYlMVcoPKi5M5hsvEtraE1s1rC6ZXy3SubfDi01F4vj_DbIPgg4EJWV-XwYebtCfOgvIl_MhApMegGdk7_BD-0Ib6tLkqukFMYH30wHfs1t0Vjbb5iOkZWs4guiwD0KWQVyRBjLbm8IcEzrB1l5jq4PuyxGGYesv2Lq_Krg6AcI3HS2j__e-qg/s320/IMG_4509.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helping to finish the last touches so the J4 can go to lunch with Shauna's dad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4uAtky85Kyggc2h4N1BMehvzk1CXoopMXQ5Dbi2G58Eaq61FwgTiHSynn3cTYlaPqD_mpfDY39lsrQXGT8dc030Xs6QjqR8fGwLqJFoKv3-brjMDD9ka7_pGppsPPTDzoQvh1W2OV9fd_7WlijZlO30KPtHP-6-jq0xCZq4dkavK6_leGj3nwg/s4032/IMG_4510.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4uAtky85Kyggc2h4N1BMehvzk1CXoopMXQ5Dbi2G58Eaq61FwgTiHSynn3cTYlaPqD_mpfDY39lsrQXGT8dc030Xs6QjqR8fGwLqJFoKv3-brjMDD9ka7_pGppsPPTDzoQvh1W2OV9fd_7WlijZlO30KPtHP-6-jq0xCZq4dkavK6_leGj3nwg/w640-h480/IMG_4510.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We actually got everyone to sign Aaron's card! It was meant to be goofy kid signatures.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX08SkwQfFsizITSevAFKjwNGNqHYdOKaSkQFM7M_v3aw75pi_EHV7zNKVqV4497jt_qEA_pqJl2pH4VkAcYKru_3B7A9IaLIaisIBhQnZDuGLQ41LO5bLJexfj3_4RoF5EqqPUbFn6H2mNNtd7903FflMzqHQN4KFi01AwtR5ctElW-Vy81tNQ/s4032/IMG_4511.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX08SkwQfFsizITSevAFKjwNGNqHYdOKaSkQFM7M_v3aw75pi_EHV7zNKVqV4497jt_qEA_pqJl2pH4VkAcYKru_3B7A9IaLIaisIBhQnZDuGLQ41LO5bLJexfj3_4RoF5EqqPUbFn6H2mNNtd7903FflMzqHQN4KFi01AwtR5ctElW-Vy81tNQ/w300-h400/IMG_4511.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYuf_ZQaTV6UJNmjQ26_F5-F1obzTvAWsQsLPMnDjo1B3DhFfBql0o_TMvHyi0yewZmZyeO1WP63M77xejrYaMdGMHl0EW9WF7RcIlBvqan1sQDTJqI-PWzJ49lR38fOeURrgC0NW3ZqBOCIrxUEfrEYbX_9EtNSvkvR8Ca1h6uLr1hBNLvfmnA/s1792/IMG_4512.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYuf_ZQaTV6UJNmjQ26_F5-F1obzTvAWsQsLPMnDjo1B3DhFfBql0o_TMvHyi0yewZmZyeO1WP63M77xejrYaMdGMHl0EW9WF7RcIlBvqan1sQDTJqI-PWzJ49lR38fOeURrgC0NW3ZqBOCIrxUEfrEYbX_9EtNSvkvR8Ca1h6uLr1hBNLvfmnA/w296-h640/IMG_4512.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought I was the queen? Am I the queen of the earth then?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXfSR3llr9bLNliss8rGaKOVzoizoJ4nYAEfDwu6N_Q4JsAVsLTb8jthN8dNujM-uLyWhrWctPk8k5ufYfaa39qsANr777W_lzOkk8seL_D8S_yR3g-GfCyOe0F9bDcnM5vjH2yX3F-koQjZEWELaOrE4FIbL0CSg1r9XMHn0MHTjzK4lunring/s1792/IMG_4513.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWXfSR3llr9bLNliss8rGaKOVzoizoJ4nYAEfDwu6N_Q4JsAVsLTb8jthN8dNujM-uLyWhrWctPk8k5ufYfaa39qsANr777W_lzOkk8seL_D8S_yR3g-GfCyOe0F9bDcnM5vjH2yX3F-koQjZEWELaOrE4FIbL0CSg1r9XMHn0MHTjzK4lunring/w296-h640/IMG_4513.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ditto!</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/FSbEJPfMkqE" target="_blank">We have a pool!</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWPpW2CM0fmJvcTDdRCqtfX32PREWaNduegfYlUdrDcAKwHXv9xITUN5_5OnQRkHUmN9WqqdHshLZKoSifoMfvlJ2Zt0A7K_vlvb11DcLAr4aI-7wGNkTSenr16EUaK19QQgGOW8cSgQvRGd38cZYPuH-35hF1HFjbzfQS_NYPKoALkkNQukrfQ/s4032/IMG_4514.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWPpW2CM0fmJvcTDdRCqtfX32PREWaNduegfYlUdrDcAKwHXv9xITUN5_5OnQRkHUmN9WqqdHshLZKoSifoMfvlJ2Zt0A7K_vlvb11DcLAr4aI-7wGNkTSenr16EUaK19QQgGOW8cSgQvRGd38cZYPuH-35hF1HFjbzfQS_NYPKoALkkNQukrfQ/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I put the ladder in, gently, and carefully got into the empty pool! Check out how big it is! I'm so excited! I hope the kids spend a lot of time in here! I know Abishai will!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8KzfkMSLDXTrBe6jnRgXNLnxBQ_KvMjFHrRCxAEkMYKbmeGhYW8BKD2LACmf7bMtwnG10fF3xeqxbOtDiUywReVOChbD9xQ65XWcswo4OKbXnxyw0K9tBKpx-PFxKCBsvql7Ddkt1nr-IwI0x_hQj0B3iJW6jsSRp2XOQk9c5A8FNQUSza3Vcw/s4032/IMG_4515.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8KzfkMSLDXTrBe6jnRgXNLnxBQ_KvMjFHrRCxAEkMYKbmeGhYW8BKD2LACmf7bMtwnG10fF3xeqxbOtDiUywReVOChbD9xQ65XWcswo4OKbXnxyw0K9tBKpx-PFxKCBsvql7Ddkt1nr-IwI0x_hQj0B3iJW6jsSRp2XOQk9c5A8FNQUSza3Vcw/s320/IMG_4515.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday to me! We have a pool up in our backyard! I followed through with a project! Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzrwdBRx-8WmIa1JxKYkqLUWOA7sh3elVra22b_smPrIeOdhu2fI8A5i7JJEyyJ5GvzU5OqlnPOgkF2hVGHOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjXIOkVw450&list=PLpKT2kP0z_mz3GT2aACwAagZ74g7xeiEV" target="_blank">Swimming at Shafer's</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPXLcFM4esXmsRVudjF86HDFWAahrL3NdQyNVywE1Ds4iKWLrY_UZfBDI_qB518WbE9b6U8K4rG0S75mlyQwer2HA3p5tbx-_2Vh0uxCIBHKaPe84-L0lp6HfXN_wWaNzbwuG15ElANk5SnEA-OcgHcClRq21Nr6AV_bI5BHDsdtnSFjbuEOoPg/s4032/IMG_4520.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPXLcFM4esXmsRVudjF86HDFWAahrL3NdQyNVywE1Ds4iKWLrY_UZfBDI_qB518WbE9b6U8K4rG0S75mlyQwer2HA3p5tbx-_2Vh0uxCIBHKaPe84-L0lp6HfXN_wWaNzbwuG15ElANk5SnEA-OcgHcClRq21Nr6AV_bI5BHDsdtnSFjbuEOoPg/w480-h640/IMG_4520.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time to show off our skills at a friend's really, really nice pool. One of his companies is a landscaping business, and that's so evident in this backyard. The kids had a blast and it was perfect for this fairly warm day. A great way to end the week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZb4EbVUkHlMw7ievDjJBXOhViC9_L9TOYZwc71nGWuX_BfM7si2TT13H5z7t1_A2GGpb-fWmaCU3M7P905s0tY39HiFzPWf89uqKaNaZT1FfX0MsU8d-CHwap1LgM2JL2MigL2ZEFBMjgTnjbb56ND71BmvhHTVydP7ZLtOijplq8caEaP5eQQ/s3520/IMG_4521.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZb4EbVUkHlMw7ievDjJBXOhViC9_L9TOYZwc71nGWuX_BfM7si2TT13H5z7t1_A2GGpb-fWmaCU3M7P905s0tY39HiFzPWf89uqKaNaZT1FfX0MsU8d-CHwap1LgM2JL2MigL2ZEFBMjgTnjbb56ND71BmvhHTVydP7ZLtOijplq8caEaP5eQQ/w360-h640/IMG_4521.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was sitting under the deck out of the sun so I wouldn't have to put sunscreen on so my pictures are from far away. The water slide was very cool and fast. And yes, that's a splash pad area with a Mickey Mouse head. They love Disney World!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4REnoNP_5T5BIr0MGgex3-zFwYLgOLXs1Io5G5Tc4km5oR6MYhvDy3OGWBICWBF-JBo_5Jt4GuhOvLBQg3uMPyWi9NVNRlFLDxSUEejR4QNfr9sYXdENPUrpnGEbJQRXmrONbuj-xgvGGOLrWR5ikFOsQveyBt_DuP_NNTxBDflLEIKnTYfX59A/s4032/IMG_4524.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4REnoNP_5T5BIr0MGgex3-zFwYLgOLXs1Io5G5Tc4km5oR6MYhvDy3OGWBICWBF-JBo_5Jt4GuhOvLBQg3uMPyWi9NVNRlFLDxSUEejR4QNfr9sYXdENPUrpnGEbJQRXmrONbuj-xgvGGOLrWR5ikFOsQveyBt_DuP_NNTxBDflLEIKnTYfX59A/w480-h640/IMG_4524.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They tried out all kinds of things on the slide like how much water could they catch and then release. Do they go head first or feet first? On their side or back or front. They climbed the stairs dozens of times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DTD94FRotUiMW8j6hr3CY-3sr5q0A9_AlEDMzjc20mGv8qLz0UQcs8YGUHe0iZbdZxGjKxh5F86J_huy8vAXabuuJA763RfWmKjRr3wDS-LMYyu_pCOZOBoujKtkLWiJ5RfLrNpEkuH_6-NiitM4p0IcH58IQcAqTyaVGRhWh-MH7YSdOqWhBQ/s4032/IMG_4525.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DTD94FRotUiMW8j6hr3CY-3sr5q0A9_AlEDMzjc20mGv8qLz0UQcs8YGUHe0iZbdZxGjKxh5F86J_huy8vAXabuuJA763RfWmKjRr3wDS-LMYyu_pCOZOBoujKtkLWiJ5RfLrNpEkuH_6-NiitM4p0IcH58IQcAqTyaVGRhWh-MH7YSdOqWhBQ/s320/IMG_4525.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And they could stop themselves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOhD0aPY7sO-rLk47J1DP-hV0Pd0RU4aBRSpoQ2S2o5akLcEHeA93P-pJ3UEkIn1qK7zAWTS43geujL305JWdoFtTfJoSjnpjO4TwZY5H-_emBOOyDG8Y3GLMMyjfGGU9lN4wlr70aucyBowJCQTNGVJyk679xquJ-W8SHYV3ooMu2I4kOVW58Q/s4032/IMG_4526.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPOhD0aPY7sO-rLk47J1DP-hV0Pd0RU4aBRSpoQ2S2o5akLcEHeA93P-pJ3UEkIn1qK7zAWTS43geujL305JWdoFtTfJoSjnpjO4TwZY5H-_emBOOyDG8Y3GLMMyjfGGU9lN4wlr70aucyBowJCQTNGVJyk679xquJ-W8SHYV3ooMu2I4kOVW58Q/w480-h640/IMG_4526.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Adults talking while Abishai working on his diving skills. His floaties kept coming off.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyREE_cEmZeYgiHZu1DBbuq9fUPjE3FwBb83NQnFQ32_GDViPF9NggI39TIvNNKibyTxQDBdHk6qlx6EADgiIxMQIOco4KnGx4I4Z_E6rlaW-BspwDDWB-YG-E8M9diXl93r3PEfBxGYjOX9RwZ75X2BJMz-iJ6RuM_GVYyVViuBVt2biTb7-JQ/s4032/IMG_4527.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHyREE_cEmZeYgiHZu1DBbuq9fUPjE3FwBb83NQnFQ32_GDViPF9NggI39TIvNNKibyTxQDBdHk6qlx6EADgiIxMQIOco4KnGx4I4Z_E6rlaW-BspwDDWB-YG-E8M9diXl93r3PEfBxGYjOX9RwZ75X2BJMz-iJ6RuM_GVYyVViuBVt2biTb7-JQ/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfSKcP0LLFCKdyWMZoYEF3hEesMXEUjzvDgeN-0SQfLOQVO0TJ5havRzaGdgYDSbOvY2TrSA3xRErwcBFPwJmkvrkAFa-i5yOvwVyJnba3V9rGK2HQtKhhmhUYJDo9JLjq-gM8kyCSRhVHHM_SQwhV5fBJe_tmjEeI0TWgX9K5eyBU0nT2jquvw/s4032/IMG_4529.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsfSKcP0LLFCKdyWMZoYEF3hEesMXEUjzvDgeN-0SQfLOQVO0TJ5havRzaGdgYDSbOvY2TrSA3xRErwcBFPwJmkvrkAFa-i5yOvwVyJnba3V9rGK2HQtKhhmhUYJDo9JLjq-gM8kyCSRhVHHM_SQwhV5fBJe_tmjEeI0TWgX9K5eyBU0nT2jquvw/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For whatever reason, both Justin and Everly kept sitting on the wall after they slid down the slide, just because. They weren't trying to stop the water or anything. Maybe they wanted to be splashed?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfC02CDaqM7SrFS3Pa2_SzugLnm50N-2sVWM6vpQ27Z9HcqGJIVK5FYJ4YCBnCuP9-LDyWGUU46aqfEgZ6TIH2AIVNwRpDAQX3a8-NZjS4fcdtaFt2MwabG9iXpSMp5PyHVbHPsmFF32B35gChqdT_iTCxencBU0iFnpr_jeVUTnNUFso3KaFqQ/s4032/IMG_4530.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfC02CDaqM7SrFS3Pa2_SzugLnm50N-2sVWM6vpQ27Z9HcqGJIVK5FYJ4YCBnCuP9-LDyWGUU46aqfEgZ6TIH2AIVNwRpDAQX3a8-NZjS4fcdtaFt2MwabG9iXpSMp5PyHVbHPsmFF32B35gChqdT_iTCxencBU0iFnpr_jeVUTnNUFso3KaFqQ/s320/IMG_4530.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2AnttQ1OeR2ugVV6O8M9QQ8WufFJrYhMG8FsFJxq5s-SNYyeIggoL_TawKn7GxEF8pvla3y07-gwFm_AGgHrNTDRjjOYUJTlYmXB_KwXukoanOn1eXRot9OMkG9Zcmc-ZuOoIcwUDjAJW9acd0bJxVlbusHBCKUgr8KBjxindMUHPjpayhTHuw/s4032/IMG_4534.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2AnttQ1OeR2ugVV6O8M9QQ8WufFJrYhMG8FsFJxq5s-SNYyeIggoL_TawKn7GxEF8pvla3y07-gwFm_AGgHrNTDRjjOYUJTlYmXB_KwXukoanOn1eXRot9OMkG9Zcmc-ZuOoIcwUDjAJW9acd0bJxVlbusHBCKUgr8KBjxindMUHPjpayhTHuw/s320/IMG_4534.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXy1htmzaiFbO9OaYvB_Dv7kBj4gxCVpomkISjUZcjDlrCtQDGr9CpY8UpqQ0smLwtchH9k10m2TybvLgF_miKmf5zmgkdI7PHAK-79aTZn5o6sN0_OonypwUwR7qfYPJdvd9p-VRfEaPXlckpciqBkryGWiuumoAf1Sd-Xfq86j_MJe4TNjWIEw/s4032/IMG_4535.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXy1htmzaiFbO9OaYvB_Dv7kBj4gxCVpomkISjUZcjDlrCtQDGr9CpY8UpqQ0smLwtchH9k10m2TybvLgF_miKmf5zmgkdI7PHAK-79aTZn5o6sN0_OonypwUwR7qfYPJdvd9p-VRfEaPXlckpciqBkryGWiuumoAf1Sd-Xfq86j_MJe4TNjWIEw/s320/IMG_4535.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woah! That's Daddy and Abishai going super fast! The more weight you have, the higher the speed on a water slide!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zQajeLOvpaNDQaLWFsFK_jnjWdxfQsNG8DNT9gO_YKBMJsmti0dxUFi6NkCoNJsSdgACaNsKS5qdLoF72gnwblW4ip5ARxRyESGNL5dvNognLAZkBKjlTQj9KsHn6WsG8u1vIlkFyWx8WJhqMFy2Db83dC5Et8dRtmq2NcAatnmWZ2KVw3faFA/s4032/IMG_4536.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zQajeLOvpaNDQaLWFsFK_jnjWdxfQsNG8DNT9gO_YKBMJsmti0dxUFi6NkCoNJsSdgACaNsKS5qdLoF72gnwblW4ip5ARxRyESGNL5dvNognLAZkBKjlTQj9KsHn6WsG8u1vIlkFyWx8WJhqMFy2Db83dC5Et8dRtmq2NcAatnmWZ2KVw3faFA/w480-h640/IMG_4536.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out this little diver. Maybe she should be on a swim team. She wanted to practice her regular dives rather than do dive bombs and such.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zkydcXgBmky5ouGMG7aDYOYvU77OoQGCg05-jb4AEAmXtGCJXp-T1TiVpgxcvbkI9Kryp3rB7AsC3DjQG5l78KoV5uOsKQ18xtJoIY7B6mZPQFmpUvPbnh6s1rp0CMEkvAJlvVIr7PgtkpguIuKrOHcTKczHtg8qGAXb7V4xaJxJv7B77GAVjg/s3520/IMG_4541.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zkydcXgBmky5ouGMG7aDYOYvU77OoQGCg05-jb4AEAmXtGCJXp-T1TiVpgxcvbkI9Kryp3rB7AsC3DjQG5l78KoV5uOsKQ18xtJoIY7B6mZPQFmpUvPbnh6s1rp0CMEkvAJlvVIr7PgtkpguIuKrOHcTKczHtg8qGAXb7V4xaJxJv7B77GAVjg/w360-h640/IMG_4541.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course Jared had to do his infamous double flip. Thankfully he didn't hurt his back or even land on his back. I think he did slightly pull a muscle. He only did it once. He still displaces enough water to make a humongous wave. The little kids always thought it was so cool. The big kids were pretty distracted today and not as impressed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe83tapAcEA7oikCQmrvS1vIFG_V188e9ccdiTomUP-wmLahfsRvCJ8QY6jPUf6B-6l6RPzHNmM3zrO8ZZ6j-Ila0muvP7v8_0B62JltTvLKe8f2oBHwMqRurDRXtKkKcGh_IPIh9EoQ3weh3Y-XCqknDC5RGwXBvMTAtD4xh-bS3-fLbqP9Dyw/s3520/IMG_4544.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLe83tapAcEA7oikCQmrvS1vIFG_V188e9ccdiTomUP-wmLahfsRvCJ8QY6jPUf6B-6l6RPzHNmM3zrO8ZZ6j-Ila0muvP7v8_0B62JltTvLKe8f2oBHwMqRurDRXtKkKcGh_IPIh9EoQ3weh3Y-XCqknDC5RGwXBvMTAtD4xh-bS3-fLbqP9Dyw/w360-h640/IMG_4544.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's an interesting shot. I caught Keturah just as she was entering the water for a pencil dive. It looks like she's walking on water! Nice form, too!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmOdXHHKn5NQKMFXcSGqiMuEMkdtJ0oij4-IkEOTAqb9QqtrVI7L16uov2n-FpdoL-SPnvjfu5hmOxZ7VdQIZxoy5gUciIGVohiojD_472y4YKz7CVMl6-WuCqRgh6dPcfmYwtAfsI8-atG-MWh4Y3jF4BrKU0ycvZ0ZLYpDq2qmYQWWXA2OtZA/s1792/IMG_4546.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvmOdXHHKn5NQKMFXcSGqiMuEMkdtJ0oij4-IkEOTAqb9QqtrVI7L16uov2n-FpdoL-SPnvjfu5hmOxZ7VdQIZxoy5gUciIGVohiojD_472y4YKz7CVMl6-WuCqRgh6dPcfmYwtAfsI8-atG-MWh4Y3jF4BrKU0ycvZ0ZLYpDq2qmYQWWXA2OtZA/w296-h640/IMG_4546.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how far Stefanie got on the first day, poor thing. I'm sure she had hoped for more. I know when we left for Canada, we had a short day because we didn't leave until 2pm after church. But still, not the best first driving day. She had totally forgotten to get dramimine for Auggie. SMH She thought he'd be ok because he's been on some trips before. I'm like, honey, anything over an hr is cause to give the kids medication. They get sleepy within 15-30 min. Then they sleep it off in the car for the next hour or two, and then they are awake and ok and happy. Take the medication. Avoid the throwing up, deary.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPmBOFNvpuw-lbvoBftdm0u_G-boIml7KXtQqEG9mA0OI23GvL3Hwwy9V8cI3238kh1rzdhWl-0z63dMFtyBnO9OYN89JwmMECzdsMI5jvDDYwH-PdJCh8QLXlWes8RR12ABW32bCNgoE1ixE05Al3owaXcLZsIS3pLkD-yM-Q-LLVSNHk_8_aA/s4032/IMG_4547.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPmBOFNvpuw-lbvoBftdm0u_G-boIml7KXtQqEG9mA0OI23GvL3Hwwy9V8cI3238kh1rzdhWl-0z63dMFtyBnO9OYN89JwmMECzdsMI5jvDDYwH-PdJCh8QLXlWes8RR12ABW32bCNgoE1ixE05Al3owaXcLZsIS3pLkD-yM-Q-LLVSNHk_8_aA/s320/IMG_4547.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lazy boys.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWrpCWc58og99WQxVYUKZ1j_DPbv9GjhBhn2uoR7ADR51l2TvezUSk8q4Evy1avNN-YBHNtS2WDVH5cTV7l-q6hdUeJ2lz0_47lBrbsDT6iSMHTezRwpfcsNi5plb71uSMoLPylKzXFNLXdhGEM5b2PUfZ-hOI0nIhmmsdd2Zgfc9afW_uSndGQ/s4032/IMG_4548.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWrpCWc58og99WQxVYUKZ1j_DPbv9GjhBhn2uoR7ADR51l2TvezUSk8q4Evy1avNN-YBHNtS2WDVH5cTV7l-q6hdUeJ2lz0_47lBrbsDT6iSMHTezRwpfcsNi5plb71uSMoLPylKzXFNLXdhGEM5b2PUfZ-hOI0nIhmmsdd2Zgfc9afW_uSndGQ/s320/IMG_4548.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ha! I caught you red handed bringing sugar to the party! Sugar in squeezable form in a tube that looks like toothpaste! Ew!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vvyDoMScd9eGZjhbmh3HzEXRVzwjGDb21Hoj7BrSvvk1B9sb7p7GbDftSJyK2bhGgph0SVyqUVrKXIpxWXTGJzkt9snT89HK3QQ-GJ5MGZyKE4DVwWRGnlOw2_wJVfAiZYPfaZQJWl53FSh_mapJwPsfMUOKz9EbQB_yXpIlDbga-Ec1EE4l7A/s4032/IMG_4550.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8vvyDoMScd9eGZjhbmh3HzEXRVzwjGDb21Hoj7BrSvvk1B9sb7p7GbDftSJyK2bhGgph0SVyqUVrKXIpxWXTGJzkt9snT89HK3QQ-GJ5MGZyKE4DVwWRGnlOw2_wJVfAiZYPfaZQJWl53FSh_mapJwPsfMUOKz9EbQB_yXpIlDbga-Ec1EE4l7A/s320/IMG_4550.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What are you doing Nora! Nora is playing her part as leader, because she's an introvert, but she and Abishai are the natural leaders of the Fab 4 group. She told everyone to hike up their towels and then run down the hill, just because they could. The men were talking to Mike Kelliebrew's brother who was in charge of closing the pool when we were done. Abishai asked for his towel just so he could match Nora and have a cape flying behind him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxnvASrffMR_7Gw_i4JJOaNNOIIqKG721QTG15qw-NfuEvIXyAW5QyvmEtI3V0AxwH8KgcJuuyhebKi9z3YXLWnTLhVH74bXSlUqkpieH5t1QIa52Z1WqzmcbCtdFRPTaz1pFlmldB1B64jAyeTmSOXYZof6fUkGH2axeiSygLwsuBeWcmUMB8w/s3520/IMG_4552.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1980" data-original-width="3520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxnvASrffMR_7Gw_i4JJOaNNOIIqKG721QTG15qw-NfuEvIXyAW5QyvmEtI3V0AxwH8KgcJuuyhebKi9z3YXLWnTLhVH74bXSlUqkpieH5t1QIa52Z1WqzmcbCtdFRPTaz1pFlmldB1B64jAyeTmSOXYZof6fUkGH2axeiSygLwsuBeWcmUMB8w/s320/IMG_4552.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apparently Keturah and Everly didn't get the memo to run.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim_5bhvnHzg813LuqNotK-beUwrckYub7GdtKFGotX_Hd4dtFzFJrRyNb808PjeqqsS57G845kwNs1Z6fJQ9A7hcg3NV1zwJi_OUlvqFJrbNM1ZbWKYouWNhxxFDaS4-k6Dsf0pM15UBTQ3QC3nMAfShlgxxui5UmT2H8iWViEYpgsWaH4m6oOQ/s3520/IMG_4553.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1980" data-original-width="3520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim_5bhvnHzg813LuqNotK-beUwrckYub7GdtKFGotX_Hd4dtFzFJrRyNb808PjeqqsS57G845kwNs1Z6fJQ9A7hcg3NV1zwJi_OUlvqFJrbNM1ZbWKYouWNhxxFDaS4-k6Dsf0pM15UBTQ3QC3nMAfShlgxxui5UmT2H8iWViEYpgsWaH4m6oOQ/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh, time to go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwi8QFDsX7n_W5ISOzJ4nTKypWApvtZoZShaSpsXNF-L0LjvsaYOpvCSMHKpN_r1FVS5ybDHzGlzDWmbsBpggxsOhzNA7a_yz_m-ufATLywoBlm1ltDFTe4FM2P1hu7TT_Owc43cA9X9TxbiKkOscpjZGUx23lA8vtnFhYsaIDUq4rPUKhmNudjQ/s3520/IMG_4554.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1980" data-original-width="3520" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwi8QFDsX7n_W5ISOzJ4nTKypWApvtZoZShaSpsXNF-L0LjvsaYOpvCSMHKpN_r1FVS5ybDHzGlzDWmbsBpggxsOhzNA7a_yz_m-ufATLywoBlm1ltDFTe4FM2P1hu7TT_Owc43cA9X9TxbiKkOscpjZGUx23lA8vtnFhYsaIDUq4rPUKhmNudjQ/s320/IMG_4554.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There you go! And then they went through some paths in the woods. Which was ok, but I really needed to get home and take care of myself. And the dads weren't helping. I was getting a bit mad. I had to take a few minutes at home to calm down before we could head over for birthday supper, which, btw, I got through without losing my marbles.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3ERwOlxHW3CKf1fqrG_GtwihgDOELH0iwpSPRZkIHoohu7pDniRgEwYISlqeDlPm_X6sW4y4LRotYUxqD62ctD1YkfGrArS1Bdeg1ivoYeQxk95Hb4oLObwIoeYSuuArcfAxSWYgColJqCmI5CLGaKD-NMPcUQ5SLcQyOfgG67Rc6BRcRPsV9g/s4032/IMG_4556.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3ERwOlxHW3CKf1fqrG_GtwihgDOELH0iwpSPRZkIHoohu7pDniRgEwYISlqeDlPm_X6sW4y4LRotYUxqD62ctD1YkfGrArS1Bdeg1ivoYeQxk95Hb4oLObwIoeYSuuArcfAxSWYgColJqCmI5CLGaKD-NMPcUQ5SLcQyOfgG67Rc6BRcRPsV9g/w480-h640/IMG_4556.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh teenager, you don't need headphones to walk the 5 minutes to Grandma's house. Listen to the sounds of nature instead!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFRxqrTTLbJe_toGXTZk7xUuVGonxdm6-K2PDHHXesEF5Uzr7E3aZGCqxO0vBsM6FXHExmZgnFE0tABwnp1t8CoFsW4XvOfifhdK_tl3L6io7g0F86HnTEBY-NdbbvwpE1vxKTxTBrDQ5l82aDWXqZgme13QTXt8DCrmbemBjtEA1Y8Be7c8bAg/s4032/IMG_4558.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFRxqrTTLbJe_toGXTZk7xUuVGonxdm6-K2PDHHXesEF5Uzr7E3aZGCqxO0vBsM6FXHExmZgnFE0tABwnp1t8CoFsW4XvOfifhdK_tl3L6io7g0F86HnTEBY-NdbbvwpE1vxKTxTBrDQ5l82aDWXqZgme13QTXt8DCrmbemBjtEA1Y8Be7c8bAg/w480-h640/IMG_4558.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stomp, stomp, stomp. I can be mad if I want to be.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6uGJ4hplBiBSCW4u9TA7n1T7A4Lp40_oOus6Anq8DXnMM3_EL_sHIRPg067zbYd62JHbN94kxiEJ-4hi5eCuqey8qwoD63s4LV5z4tRPLOn2LzFIgwx0o4cc3P5ye2MfptdQI5eT7mU7Aitia7WNuEfuf8f4NmDLGg_19VyMw4SSRhhuqowVgA/s4032/IMG_4559.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6uGJ4hplBiBSCW4u9TA7n1T7A4Lp40_oOus6Anq8DXnMM3_EL_sHIRPg067zbYd62JHbN94kxiEJ-4hi5eCuqey8qwoD63s4LV5z4tRPLOn2LzFIgwx0o4cc3P5ye2MfptdQI5eT7mU7Aitia7WNuEfuf8f4NmDLGg_19VyMw4SSRhhuqowVgA/w480-h640/IMG_4559.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks for the gluten free gender reveal cake, Everly and Grandma, lol! Too cute! Everly was trying to make it look like half was for Aaron and half was for me, thus the pink and blue. But it really did look like a gender reveal cake, too. I've been watching way too many of those gender reveal gone wrong videos, lol. Shauna understood what I meant.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ipp7HeT3OUZ3ehEYDvMhuxtEinkpfy7yr9GYDk4q8i423-qqgrQ06SFpYOjAgpfPKmjz11jKIld5tS7183jDdUCiZuuYUVB3qpwY_r2yJ0CVH8-ERhAhmYJvwrm--QuezH3LwxJ60FFaT8tGJsWU34xcc8iCQhTQTTMWdx1qCQoYliFU0lOogw/s4032/IMG_4560.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Ipp7HeT3OUZ3ehEYDvMhuxtEinkpfy7yr9GYDk4q8i423-qqgrQ06SFpYOjAgpfPKmjz11jKIld5tS7183jDdUCiZuuYUVB3qpwY_r2yJ0CVH8-ERhAhmYJvwrm--QuezH3LwxJ60FFaT8tGJsWU34xcc8iCQhTQTTMWdx1qCQoYliFU0lOogw/s320/IMG_4560.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared got Aaron the Bible version that he's been reading with Keturah. Instead of making the version easier to read in our modern English, this author take you make towards the Hebrew and makes you think more I guess. I think it's only Old Testament though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzvnEeIUHRGAZoF2kkzVtYnhDNzrRPnSXvM5SZJEQ-rKSXH10ziXpG7PqnfBi7hsp2X8MRRxZ1IsTJSO-EoCw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyv0UEAFNx0iMliF7hapszlniMC8IfIhvhBC_f84uuzsdD-oV-TgGjGRTFMWbfb8TC_io3H7Xc9Qj6ZnNdDmw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30ioN8SzV3YAheLp-MeKcwu5vCheJHovIOaxa5TGsBZzxqBuRJqwXhR1wOdQU6f95LDIZRC4k-lIlv2ixP7Y2QulZxXoFmlShUrV8mBTrHIlfEWRJIHqakbBmcwPLmO6w-oHWBkDW686Wt_cacWOP_d6zvejeLKkqrmjMppsyTJ7TGiK2B1Z7WA/s4032/IMG_4561.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj30ioN8SzV3YAheLp-MeKcwu5vCheJHovIOaxa5TGsBZzxqBuRJqwXhR1wOdQU6f95LDIZRC4k-lIlv2ixP7Y2QulZxXoFmlShUrV8mBTrHIlfEWRJIHqakbBmcwPLmO6w-oHWBkDW686Wt_cacWOP_d6zvejeLKkqrmjMppsyTJ7TGiK2B1Z7WA/w640-h480/IMG_4561.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for party games! I took this picture before remembering that Ava and Benaiah don't want their pic taken. Whoops. But at least Benaiah is playing with Justin.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ecVxFh8D2h0vyDeljytLR9HOGsW0TzBYo0o5INq7R-qUod9PIN9NW8G0XuFueIBTZ8AanPtN89A6pgEJqAKfiPYW3NdL6WmH4vrC4cLiziO_P2-g802jXAbXkXcUp7mXvYJOzxQqoSBniwzjmYWMETt-0yqAhOudps-sd9RfsF3xu7y1awylSw/s4032/IMG_4564.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ecVxFh8D2h0vyDeljytLR9HOGsW0TzBYo0o5INq7R-qUod9PIN9NW8G0XuFueIBTZ8AanPtN89A6pgEJqAKfiPYW3NdL6WmH4vrC4cLiziO_P2-g802jXAbXkXcUp7mXvYJOzxQqoSBniwzjmYWMETt-0yqAhOudps-sd9RfsF3xu7y1awylSw/w640-h480/IMG_4564.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh my goodness, the biggest one and littlest one. The biggest one teaching the littlest one how to throw a frisbee. It's the cutest, most heart warming thing to watch these two interact. They have such a bond since Benaiah had to be so involved with the cleaning up process after Abishai was born. Benaiah got to hold Abishai more and asked for Abishai to be on his bed. I would wake Benaiah up with Abishai's little body next to him. And Abishai looks up to Miah and doesn't troll Miah like he trolls Justin. There's more of a respect of authority with Benaiah. Abishai senses that Benaiah is now an adult. And Benaiah treats Abishai so gently, like a father and son almost. Benaiah will make a great dad someday just like Jared. Again, in that way, they are alike. Benaiah has shown that some of his thinking patterns match mine though, which is fun. He certainly has more impotence to get things done than Jared does. But yes, I love this stuff so much. And when Miah comes over, Abishai follows him around like a little puppy dog. It's so adorable!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NIh7-036ULLhJoAkruVipE1_CPxdP18r7wyUPhfC8zEKHlUeKfEALoe7HTKSalZReu5HvWcstrVlCJO9JdoxWBQdB5eiaccZKSKxK5oV_ZnQ4elChYgvBVM7LdmFEgUVz8QlBowlv2wjJOScTtLgz-_ixtJQCiZf-ofRD5zk1hhib6nELRZSHQ/s4032/IMG_4565.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-NIh7-036ULLhJoAkruVipE1_CPxdP18r7wyUPhfC8zEKHlUeKfEALoe7HTKSalZReu5HvWcstrVlCJO9JdoxWBQdB5eiaccZKSKxK5oV_ZnQ4elChYgvBVM7LdmFEgUVz8QlBowlv2wjJOScTtLgz-_ixtJQCiZf-ofRD5zk1hhib6nELRZSHQ/w400-h300/IMG_4565.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbaNeVyWS04euTJMgNUi5ba7GadI_9IMwElEvHpF01O0BcgBKqObYyJXYGAdhFKc0R1uTzLI32Y7GlzNAp6Bpwat5r9Ev6Cv6eIz0HWlZ6x_lsuCjX9Zys9elakrSjUUhMATNZgli5DMymH54-YuuLCPx8hfrIbqfnRvWX9J4WTbaW2bcOr3GRw/s4032/IMG_4566.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbaNeVyWS04euTJMgNUi5ba7GadI_9IMwElEvHpF01O0BcgBKqObYyJXYGAdhFKc0R1uTzLI32Y7GlzNAp6Bpwat5r9Ev6Cv6eIz0HWlZ6x_lsuCjX9Zys9elakrSjUUhMATNZgli5DMymH54-YuuLCPx8hfrIbqfnRvWX9J4WTbaW2bcOr3GRw/w400-h300/IMG_4566.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicRfJQsMP8GiwcnDZcAngXczBEej3_3_FNHQ4iyLvcNPwh32heXeEmKa2W0tGyzaUpacf-LdS4SCL85fLAKCZBQGLB5Y6Xa2Sfip098DBgw2AIirxvBhJCicZumKTbfxVRRTjaRbNmZDQUizlewNio07Ds7guXhMDAdrNBsc2WsbgaymfgtmXTQ/s4032/IMG_4569.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicRfJQsMP8GiwcnDZcAngXczBEej3_3_FNHQ4iyLvcNPwh32heXeEmKa2W0tGyzaUpacf-LdS4SCL85fLAKCZBQGLB5Y6Xa2Sfip098DBgw2AIirxvBhJCicZumKTbfxVRRTjaRbNmZDQUizlewNio07Ds7guXhMDAdrNBsc2WsbgaymfgtmXTQ/s320/IMG_4569.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for a little Nerts and no one is allowed to team up with Grandpa. He's on his own Nora said.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7mwR-rcJ8ezRJktGQuF8DNkjCoS5F9Vy8UqntE-55vR8TQUPx2vWBTI5aUYGWo91xbyPrDKKNmjKdTNTE3A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xL5GTkyIux0mm1cWTdT3SdgpI4CA0ZwP1qcZ8upHxdI4RWuEA0twoUBve1F4CR-fjNrT6DcpkZXVZjswmkNUwa162oEV4bquGZ3-hzJEVXMGsygcjcK5JUVqwjIFLQUN8RogRUo-y9kkrIUUIGifdwkFIlILs0A6SQjRrVYI6JgNukpimfuO0g/s4032/IMG_4570.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xL5GTkyIux0mm1cWTdT3SdgpI4CA0ZwP1qcZ8upHxdI4RWuEA0twoUBve1F4CR-fjNrT6DcpkZXVZjswmkNUwa162oEV4bquGZ3-hzJEVXMGsygcjcK5JUVqwjIFLQUN8RogRUo-y9kkrIUUIGifdwkFIlILs0A6SQjRrVYI6JgNukpimfuO0g/w480-h640/IMG_4570.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai met a new friend today, Lola. Here they are pretending that they are on a stage. Her Dad, Matt, and her are going to go canoeing with Aaron and Shauna and the girls and enjoy the lawn mower race with them. They are Aaron's friends from NOLA who moved away to Georgia to be with family. Her mom and brother stayed home in Georgia. They can raise the roof of their van and make it into a sleeping camper. How cool is that?! Lola is quite sweet and such a talker. She's almost 5 and never meets a stranger. They will get to spend more time together at the lawn mower race. Adorable.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rywSjzrWBSCWBUk771Drb087rYb2zjnvODKNe6cTjMvE0czvBnjiyKgqoUoaM36mZU_0g2rjnUFpIIEO9ZvASC7O0KDis7WqVghSuzvfS8OGGIc8aPqzDdo3-dKV2e92oo8weqDITY7Wimfy-q45YQdAKYozawKwEGU5Nur4lMKB_hHFFMcWrg/s4032/IMG_4571.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-rywSjzrWBSCWBUk771Drb087rYb2zjnvODKNe6cTjMvE0czvBnjiyKgqoUoaM36mZU_0g2rjnUFpIIEO9ZvASC7O0KDis7WqVghSuzvfS8OGGIc8aPqzDdo3-dKV2e92oo8weqDITY7Wimfy-q45YQdAKYozawKwEGU5Nur4lMKB_hHFFMcWrg/w480-h640/IMG_4571.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miah wanted to shoot off a couple of fireworks, so he did. And of course, he's a great big brother and let Abishai help!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Eq4nYIW-XxjSCPp4-ZHnGZpvcDdkaCzPF6X0Ae7Sb6OTsDX3psbdOYrmKvvrOB8yVJTTIdcuHHLENrosRQHPK0mn9CzyNQghTuPTe5KHus8tiZswl2N1ePZgUn8c-61-wBLDR8VxA6c06dWZUy9Mw_3L3w8sXFcZeZVrPTbopLNICrpT23vWuA/s3520/IMG_4572.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Eq4nYIW-XxjSCPp4-ZHnGZpvcDdkaCzPF6X0Ae7Sb6OTsDX3psbdOYrmKvvrOB8yVJTTIdcuHHLENrosRQHPK0mn9CzyNQghTuPTe5KHus8tiZswl2N1ePZgUn8c-61-wBLDR8VxA6c06dWZUy9Mw_3L3w8sXFcZeZVrPTbopLNICrpT23vWuA/w360-h640/IMG_4572.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbCi7g-8mYYYfd0wBGL0nkpG7W2ikd4ecLWtggIeM6Ni8FFHgJPRZS5bRZg9oP03rjI00XTkfcdigEebSPJ_DkRCN-2SHcVjerGUv2MPP7TQWWu3pAh1gP0VueaESG0P0eEOWvmMmM4mAe4o7n9ceZ3uvkgvc20TNhEZIDD4PE_QYvVfSflJPUA/s3520/IMG_4575.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRbCi7g-8mYYYfd0wBGL0nkpG7W2ikd4ecLWtggIeM6Ni8FFHgJPRZS5bRZg9oP03rjI00XTkfcdigEebSPJ_DkRCN-2SHcVjerGUv2MPP7TQWWu3pAh1gP0VueaESG0P0eEOWvmMmM4mAe4o7n9ceZ3uvkgvc20TNhEZIDD4PE_QYvVfSflJPUA/w360-h640/IMG_4575.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe43YHLfLeGZnZ1Pz91d2gltmcpLZFRY7g5hadaW8D0gXI9Wf1BD8rj1ACtJgLLlXIWK6hjsPEbemTrfu7FyLFSy19iUWefCqZeo5hKaR_P8izco_pz471zrLD6r2quzkG_WY-80bMYuOP2i5XiY5hx-g_ryAvHqtScyb9VpfRdXmZztMl22Wyw/s2016/IMG_4578.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe43YHLfLeGZnZ1Pz91d2gltmcpLZFRY7g5hadaW8D0gXI9Wf1BD8rj1ACtJgLLlXIWK6hjsPEbemTrfu7FyLFSy19iUWefCqZeo5hKaR_P8izco_pz471zrLD6r2quzkG_WY-80bMYuOP2i5XiY5hx-g_ryAvHqtScyb9VpfRdXmZztMl22Wyw/w640-h480/IMG_4578.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer skies are gorgeous! And the temperature was nice outside. The bugs weren't too bad either. And it was nearing 9pm!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSLYxJBU-JPhHii4NHc1UbrtP3ywp2hy7Mf4bwaFBKOeJM3Ig8zRTzBunJXBLmMe7b42htqAvmhflu60MTqw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzP1nHpxG7TqG_MP-b183CuKzfWYD4Mv6oOPd02XR2g4MnIYlza83SZrHj7juvSTvkKi_d3aNBdnNSXNFvFEQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2FcvAfcaOINGXqKSyRd9v9E-xdeDH05P3vvexGnsUr3zgXgqkPqO7NZXSIyPmsaFrq-TEUN9zYC81tz7odMQ0TwRuj4UPpDxiEztuwv4QiePYFDkt3s4AlYAOfZ6pesjNOO7w5BQKFZ-g-FX-REMuPPhkE-WBYBREiYOEwocwqmMVcGZx2QadQ/s4032/IMG_5698.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_2FcvAfcaOINGXqKSyRd9v9E-xdeDH05P3vvexGnsUr3zgXgqkPqO7NZXSIyPmsaFrq-TEUN9zYC81tz7odMQ0TwRuj4UPpDxiEztuwv4QiePYFDkt3s4AlYAOfZ6pesjNOO7w5BQKFZ-g-FX-REMuPPhkE-WBYBREiYOEwocwqmMVcGZx2QadQ/w640-h480/IMG_5698.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The J12. Back Row: Jared, Benaiah (20), Justin (almost 17), Melinda, Shauna, Aaron. Front row: Abishai (7), Gary, Keturah (14), Nora (12 1/2), Leah, Everly 15. My oh my they just keep growing and getting older. Everly is taller than me. Keturah is my height. Nora is about my height as well. Wow my boys are much taller than me. Jeepers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - </p><p>- Today, the J4 headed north to go on a little canoeing trip and enjoy the Wabash area where Grandma and Grandpa Cook lived before they moved in with Grandma Johnson. I'm not sure what else they were going to do, maybe look into the festivities over at 12 Mile, the town where this lawnmower race was going to be, but point is, they weren't going to be hang around with us today. This was a good thing because the kids needed to pack for CIY Move and do their chores and have some of their regular quiet time before their trip. We also needed to do a little shopping as well. We've getting a lot of attitude from all our kids from too much people time. No one has stayed up super late, but it's a lot of activity for all of us, including Abishai. Nothing huge, no one is totally blowing up, we just needed some quiet time. I am having an extra emotional week, too, and needed the rest. We needed our normal Sabbath Saturday pattern, and that's what it was pretty much.</p><p>- Keturah got up and started mowing before 9am. I was pretty hopeful that with the early start she would get done quickly, but that was not the case. As the morning dragged on until early afternoon, I was getting more and more irritated by every passing hour. She was finally done around 3. Which meant that instead of settling into screen time, everybody was told to pile into the van for our errands instead. The boys weren't happy. But, the kids wanted drinks and snacks to take with them to CIY. And I thought we were looking for an outdoor canopy for beside the pool to put our chairs under or for Justin's open house next year. Jared was looking for one for the lawnmower race thing on Monday. We also could use new lawn chairs and air mattresses and maybe other things for our camping trip in September, so we were keeping our minds open for camping stuff that was on sale now, although honestly, we are dead broke. Credit cards are a thing and we are paid next Tuesday. Right now, we have to take advantage when we do have time to shop together because it's just rare that we can go out at the same time. So, we pay a convenience fee occasionally on a credit card. That fee is interest sometimes. Sometimes. Not all the time. I try to pay it down so it's minimal when we actually get a statement. But we often don't get interest because I pay off the previous month's amount before it's officially due. And then start the cycle all over again. Anyway, we typically stand in the store and think what else do we need while we are here at the same time? And go from there. And we often say no to things, more than often actually. Well, I guess Jared hadn't been in Ollie's before and didn't realize how good the book section was. We almost didn't get him out of there. Lol. He wanted to look at all the discounted modern books on airplanes and cars as well as some of the Bibles and autobiographies and biographies. Lol. We did find a canopy for $100. We found one at Meijer for that price, too. But I convinced him to just borrow one from Jim, which he found out was actually Mahurin's. I'm kind of surprised because I know that the Smith's have used it before. Anyway, cool, whatever, I didn't do the asking. Mahurin is Jared's friend, too. We found some cool snacks and drinks at Ollie's and then at Meijer, we found camping chairs for $12!!!! (Unfortunately, when Jared went back on Sunday he said they weren't on sale anymore. I'll go back on Tuesday or another day and try again.) So, we got these errands done and everybody was happy. Even Abishai because we let him get a $13 Nerf gun at Ollie's that is battery powered to shoot 6 bullets pretty quickly.</p><p>- Then it was time to go home, let the kids have a little bit of screen time while we cooked one of the EveryPlate meals, and have them do chores. Eat dinner, finish off any clean laundry from earlier in the day, give Abishai a bath (Keturah and I had showers earlier), and finish Obi-Wan Kenobi TV show. The Obi-Wan show was interesting. Not anything terribly exciting, but then again, you know the ending and where the characters end up in order for Episode IV to start. Well, there's still 10 years we don't know about, and wherever they kind of where for Rogue One, the movie in between but you don't see the character in this show, but you know that most of them live and their relationships between each other. It did bring depth to all the characters though. I loved that part of this series. They did an excellent job of it without disrupting the whole Star Wars saga, at least to my brain. I'm sure there were nuances that the fanatics found. But only the YouTube videos will show me those. I was left satisfied enough. I think it was well done.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshYryn2Zd99cismHCB6lztakjpZm5I4YOjJkkFmo8u06p3N8j2qLK7vj5j4oBtScz3MfNOBEJr_dckbsEqybl4u3G5_cTkIKUQ_zGvQPP1P0ea3W2yuQi3hxHoja614Nwl13vq4mmGN5dhBc47OEgDVzyxxrzoTn4c9KT_-nLFyzUVXSre_Y0mQ/s4032/IMG_4579.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjshYryn2Zd99cismHCB6lztakjpZm5I4YOjJkkFmo8u06p3N8j2qLK7vj5j4oBtScz3MfNOBEJr_dckbsEqybl4u3G5_cTkIKUQ_zGvQPP1P0ea3W2yuQi3hxHoja614Nwl13vq4mmGN5dhBc47OEgDVzyxxrzoTn4c9KT_-nLFyzUVXSre_Y0mQ/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have a bamboo forest in our backyard! Gorgeous!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoC70B5ayu5A4ywq6zBOM3nLk7sivO-ThLSDN1cq1uAtiLI7i3acNb1Sa11qREFhey7Urz5FnC98-ZiP29igoPsajqqSByacx4phO3Me68CD-XbZDLUkFWsdVybrkHOwxPNH6fMPbrSwULsEnpS7LHchPhUwIGVCnFun10wlu_LCDNP5geooeFw/s4032/IMG_4580.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihoC70B5ayu5A4ywq6zBOM3nLk7sivO-ThLSDN1cq1uAtiLI7i3acNb1Sa11qREFhey7Urz5FnC98-ZiP29igoPsajqqSByacx4phO3Me68CD-XbZDLUkFWsdVybrkHOwxPNH6fMPbrSwULsEnpS7LHchPhUwIGVCnFun10wlu_LCDNP5geooeFw/s320/IMG_4580.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIQos83LAL4QYbJIW0wSTCpPBPERWGyomDszVjmGHNpZT4DI_YxGcLhUsZFSY5lXBgpAiC91TApEcI3ZGm3wySi3RHXV13K6xtOKAFxi7lHIBBIOmqu3xwVIc3AE1vsxgzn0YUiuVkuaDJFzGzUQDHdNYwACN0Bwnx3wnfQj1oGmTMU0gqwCPBA/s4032/IMG_4581.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVIQos83LAL4QYbJIW0wSTCpPBPERWGyomDszVjmGHNpZT4DI_YxGcLhUsZFSY5lXBgpAiC91TApEcI3ZGm3wySi3RHXV13K6xtOKAFxi7lHIBBIOmqu3xwVIc3AE1vsxgzn0YUiuVkuaDJFzGzUQDHdNYwACN0Bwnx3wnfQj1oGmTMU0gqwCPBA/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iXf7EEvXUMVTZwUpyz352MB_vos_VHtljrSZv6Yjf24vxIOxwTqQfWKWeg-FBlZDL6JSzZ9QFRIEPszRlqRERVroBjH83FZ8ie74CS8qhckWv0NLUmFIc1FFEidMboZjmmDs1_PNUDLKw8rpwVzAyug-ehvuZrEH6RdcIK3_39Vosz3izZDb1A/s4032/IMG_4582.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iXf7EEvXUMVTZwUpyz352MB_vos_VHtljrSZv6Yjf24vxIOxwTqQfWKWeg-FBlZDL6JSzZ9QFRIEPszRlqRERVroBjH83FZ8ie74CS8qhckWv0NLUmFIc1FFEidMboZjmmDs1_PNUDLKw8rpwVzAyug-ehvuZrEH6RdcIK3_39Vosz3izZDb1A/s320/IMG_4582.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eRxMJGMrke2XVws1BhgZJX65mpnuyfypI0y9lETxsUJiwj79mFmERNvs29C1lo4sW5W7keqUERMJQjdtnbStnpaC-0OiebCYQioPQfHy2Ju79s3q2GxUykt5R6GDiIMDl_0VqpR4lei-3Ca--DxS-S3y4adVrBV473TYbCmrRXD1oxrIA_7HRw/s4032/IMG_4583.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eRxMJGMrke2XVws1BhgZJX65mpnuyfypI0y9lETxsUJiwj79mFmERNvs29C1lo4sW5W7keqUERMJQjdtnbStnpaC-0OiebCYQioPQfHy2Ju79s3q2GxUykt5R6GDiIMDl_0VqpR4lei-3Ca--DxS-S3y4adVrBV473TYbCmrRXD1oxrIA_7HRw/w300-h400/IMG_4583.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having a normal Daddy swing time on a normal Saturday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGN_PPQyztpk4Zlw_HGpcfF_WVd7q-bzGcMAf6VTnqe7g0JP-183V7bri-Pp7-EKTJhhOeBB2O150wgVDDz5xtAi2xmQ10ha2ChgvEqTzChC8ehhWC_E1hY7Z-m5uF29JDTHrTfSNum-xrD0ZkfRsqS1F5fV35qvDsaiyZM6zEC-PxmZMmhjGcg/s1792/IMG_4584.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipGN_PPQyztpk4Zlw_HGpcfF_WVd7q-bzGcMAf6VTnqe7g0JP-183V7bri-Pp7-EKTJhhOeBB2O150wgVDDz5xtAi2xmQ10ha2ChgvEqTzChC8ehhWC_E1hY7Z-m5uF29JDTHrTfSNum-xrD0ZkfRsqS1F5fV35qvDsaiyZM6zEC-PxmZMmhjGcg/w296-h640/IMG_4584.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go, Steffie, go! How many states can you cross today! It was her first 8 hr day! And they got very far!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImNiMdEcuEc5o_XFaZnbswFlMJvpnoiut-1KQJ0ygWnhxW8dC8l3FovjNAAQG-g1qC_iS1ED5ZbWwOqnFviK14xB20-odxSjTIYxvkd1WacvikKtfH-tStUBsCFh0XaciQNPifI6Vz-Tclqi5LICCl9vEGG74W1M0po6Im0Ji5wJd0cx1MlV68Q/s4032/IMG_4585.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImNiMdEcuEc5o_XFaZnbswFlMJvpnoiut-1KQJ0ygWnhxW8dC8l3FovjNAAQG-g1qC_iS1ED5ZbWwOqnFviK14xB20-odxSjTIYxvkd1WacvikKtfH-tStUBsCFh0XaciQNPifI6Vz-Tclqi5LICCl9vEGG74W1M0po6Im0Ji5wJd0cx1MlV68Q/w480-h640/IMG_4585.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Changing the red color on the wooden J to a brighter color doesn't quite match the house, so we'll see.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77zgjMN_Gsc-OOy_vUbLjGDEv1N1IVxvESBCTXlkwUcoTvTpJHiDDduFOuGOOUie6TY8dn1R4bdlHZhrTxd0sFD8Dv7g4765FBbziufnxj7F41QKbBSprycWgLg46U-9_IyEOPt5H2PfihsRCteCY5ThSCpZvVR18GjIQcEmpgBIIB1vnP62jPg/s4032/IMG_4586.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg77zgjMN_Gsc-OOy_vUbLjGDEv1N1IVxvESBCTXlkwUcoTvTpJHiDDduFOuGOOUie6TY8dn1R4bdlHZhrTxd0sFD8Dv7g4765FBbziufnxj7F41QKbBSprycWgLg46U-9_IyEOPt5H2PfihsRCteCY5ThSCpZvVR18GjIQcEmpgBIIB1vnP62jPg/w480-h640/IMG_4586.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pyro boys talking about fireworks. Makes me nervous watching them touch that stuff near all my precious stuff in the garage.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eypU_9FKPogxMvI-4MWF6-qyms3AysrpwjIczmsXPsPdaUFm2PMkOR3UWCu9ADAWex4uBcd8YdCrAkKPj_oQLqHvQ-XRwhoImByvRiR4E9RitfwQ37EwS35L8aUYHgZ6DEIOW-FyXtFD15YAKO0zbCHzSEc185fVJKgW1nvzHXtJhJ02XsmTMg/s4032/IMG_4588.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eypU_9FKPogxMvI-4MWF6-qyms3AysrpwjIczmsXPsPdaUFm2PMkOR3UWCu9ADAWex4uBcd8YdCrAkKPj_oQLqHvQ-XRwhoImByvRiR4E9RitfwQ37EwS35L8aUYHgZ6DEIOW-FyXtFD15YAKO0zbCHzSEc185fVJKgW1nvzHXtJhJ02XsmTMg/w300-h400/IMG_4588.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foam airplane Abishai built with Daddy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU9ryATk--cxe4wEWM1uu5tEToDQRcV_XvhdmRgWUt4x5WWrCMw8HYA2vNbJb-xBe7bw8OpN8tZmvWjP8f1Q5DLGAu3WcgC-EDnZB1A4imoxV0oVIsQb6Y_4Tlh21vNUwWrw4AVOUr5tkUC19iDxVjAA14l7jXWkfwkm1OYwE_4OMwOR2d3jbRw/s4032/IMG_4589.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyU9ryATk--cxe4wEWM1uu5tEToDQRcV_XvhdmRgWUt4x5WWrCMw8HYA2vNbJb-xBe7bw8OpN8tZmvWjP8f1Q5DLGAu3WcgC-EDnZB1A4imoxV0oVIsQb6Y_4Tlh21vNUwWrw4AVOUr5tkUC19iDxVjAA14l7jXWkfwkm1OYwE_4OMwOR2d3jbRw/w300-h400/IMG_4589.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs4wmLkdJWnG8OC4M2LcBGKsSQP0GbyqTtlxdv75e5GDBF0aO4ZXSgQznj6Yr_6KB-jJZ9NCn9d7BArxplcn8kZIEffMrlGULM4FlMU-7djiTohapKx6ozKADNh7K-XzMCLINx4UydrfvV5y2GeUPydsQ05OxPu-8DbDrrlSXW1noqMaEQ_itQw/s4032/IMG_4590.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghs4wmLkdJWnG8OC4M2LcBGKsSQP0GbyqTtlxdv75e5GDBF0aO4ZXSgQznj6Yr_6KB-jJZ9NCn9d7BArxplcn8kZIEffMrlGULM4FlMU-7djiTohapKx6ozKADNh7K-XzMCLINx4UydrfvV5y2GeUPydsQ05OxPu-8DbDrrlSXW1noqMaEQ_itQw/w300-h400/IMG_4590.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately, it didn't fly very well. We couldn't figure out how it balanced or which way to hold it best.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx3nUSjUTM1WMg4eeXnykaVBlIZlboehm0SV0c2PlNMww209rE6psKyPFDfrxbEpVkCCobvCFnlux2bbGuLaw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4hUKJWgtHHgPT6SQk99HBpaq-3v_-2gOxGkohCSZTA2U3Cm5u48u70OKjmYltezVKNl5bECbpmAlapT9g9g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRHtxgf2IaV-qy6G3OoQHXYkMvHnAojgmsw7JpqWajGG3NBEUh7XYsEkpNwJ4vG7t8FCFGbjPhpX8Gz-IHTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYK5BrXfC45YrQVD151LvxI2D8J1tFIwq3-V5RWok6ofxLlmYbE8YDmFCM37E3Nxm7Fur31GwpjHvgUdchTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ13ACwDZzJyZxMSmMtM2cT4oFlx0KrxLlkfLqXY5Jvh1cQ_hCkFAkoNcRas0la2Gm4grvAs3jABp10uyP9BF1EsxhhHoBvLlcCW6FHOuGLmDGdNBxZ51uFUWpBQ6e7iv_uml9bKkI5JPdqwqpwk9hSJL2CDfCUpMmj_EQ1UTaYBaKt0f_8P3q_w/s4032/IMG_4591.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ13ACwDZzJyZxMSmMtM2cT4oFlx0KrxLlkfLqXY5Jvh1cQ_hCkFAkoNcRas0la2Gm4grvAs3jABp10uyP9BF1EsxhhHoBvLlcCW6FHOuGLmDGdNBxZ51uFUWpBQ6e7iv_uml9bKkI5JPdqwqpwk9hSJL2CDfCUpMmj_EQ1UTaYBaKt0f_8P3q_w/w300-h400/IMG_4591.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woah! That red is blinding! It's called "100 mph" red. No joke! Wow! Can't miss it now!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9z-JngofmWrJhE_e9GlQ_2DdV7r1WZ7T7kOCJfdP0AdZ_elc64AZR4_nejRZkDVAe1e5rHfMNpyAi7N7_HgKl9bibt0ZZNR4VSEtQeTtfHL3AfEdk-2JpAJ-wrykgwdxEmq96A-TiqeduJk-vPtTxq1Ip1HjbOG0tG63KXOwc_JZ6QvJtRNcRA/s4032/IMG_4592.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ9z-JngofmWrJhE_e9GlQ_2DdV7r1WZ7T7kOCJfdP0AdZ_elc64AZR4_nejRZkDVAe1e5rHfMNpyAi7N7_HgKl9bibt0ZZNR4VSEtQeTtfHL3AfEdk-2JpAJ-wrykgwdxEmq96A-TiqeduJk-vPtTxq1Ip1HjbOG0tG63KXOwc_JZ6QvJtRNcRA/w300-h400/IMG_4592.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that sheen!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9VmAlYh2Op2EGzXJGhfQaRRVMj4Qj_de7CVILB_3F_o59_oSbFRw4TJ3mqPc0my4cnC1LNrxLA8GvsS9RchRH-86jduCGF6HlG3z2ACRQc1xCCXf8pvTMX2SHC52zvzYyxyXNOEoV9aJ6V4gR9wFDBDdhLgoRWk9S2NB1tVxA9zKiAH7is-xlw/s4032/IMG_4593.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9VmAlYh2Op2EGzXJGhfQaRRVMj4Qj_de7CVILB_3F_o59_oSbFRw4TJ3mqPc0my4cnC1LNrxLA8GvsS9RchRH-86jduCGF6HlG3z2ACRQc1xCCXf8pvTMX2SHC52zvzYyxyXNOEoV9aJ6V4gR9wFDBDdhLgoRWk9S2NB1tVxA9zKiAH7is-xlw/w480-h640/IMG_4593.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These guys are looking great! The bees will be happy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz231e_HnQtiNesLM4q5SIYeG0QawQGy39CyTCwNcDVVRO2wMxaMU9gi3oakcOADhfAIrXzd1Xard9Otm4LmHQoVUoADkNEk14F08HSl_JwEdK2K2NHPSzoXfcRYrlC2dIoh862Tkn6gu8_wug-SHh4IPnYMfoNUdHes0qPZAROzfV19ZvVHaZw/s1792/IMG_4597.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAz231e_HnQtiNesLM4q5SIYeG0QawQGy39CyTCwNcDVVRO2wMxaMU9gi3oakcOADhfAIrXzd1Xard9Otm4LmHQoVUoADkNEk14F08HSl_JwEdK2K2NHPSzoXfcRYrlC2dIoh862Tkn6gu8_wug-SHh4IPnYMfoNUdHes0qPZAROzfV19ZvVHaZw/w296-h640/IMG_4597.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same here!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5VYwX0otMwlEu-dFwyueewOpPx8IKmMAMlHbIPv53W4qOBpP7IItARGljHrDvTOtnLkQ6SLdYp8bP-UFRXJyGZ_Z0gIFcLxEsxFJ_vPx-_k5uWPRrT5bl7B-t1lqbtGAm6eNM758QF_7wxplcZVUJ1XvZEieNlQvz9ejhKBH6Cy4v9EUlBnONg/s1792/IMG_4598.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5VYwX0otMwlEu-dFwyueewOpPx8IKmMAMlHbIPv53W4qOBpP7IItARGljHrDvTOtnLkQ6SLdYp8bP-UFRXJyGZ_Z0gIFcLxEsxFJ_vPx-_k5uWPRrT5bl7B-t1lqbtGAm6eNM758QF_7wxplcZVUJ1XvZEieNlQvz9ejhKBH6Cy4v9EUlBnONg/w296-h640/IMG_4598.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another new state for the Wheeler crew!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW35hDkP_FjAlq-mlSFzO0dXdAtYnL2FQvZ-d8PDEb5XpBlgW2Vq-QiJaCuddGCHShcIbi1HDSxGayKw4fLxz9X-dtpZ4FMmiZ_s05d81zzby-rj_QZZOqVmEZnnyVxiYNuXFke1I6J19dv5deNSB0NmDzLW1FBiDrEVxhSB-Wbp5WK1qqPV8VrA/s1792/IMG_4600.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW35hDkP_FjAlq-mlSFzO0dXdAtYnL2FQvZ-d8PDEb5XpBlgW2Vq-QiJaCuddGCHShcIbi1HDSxGayKw4fLxz9X-dtpZ4FMmiZ_s05d81zzby-rj_QZZOqVmEZnnyVxiYNuXFke1I6J19dv5deNSB0NmDzLW1FBiDrEVxhSB-Wbp5WK1qqPV8VrA/w185-h400/IMG_4600.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's kind of weird watching Stefanie travel closer to me. If only she could drive straight west until southwest. She came within 350 miles of me. It's not fair that we live so far apart and neither one of us makes the effort to see each otther.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHywn1oLc1Pav2yW6jCRvvSp07mNk2KJuwJf50jwUDTvc1UK3zAalN3Vplo2Qnvc_rLSDe06MmH9Eq8qJ4F0TigUBkvPLg_QpwjFmSAYNk4ddg0Pi5sLZmpZNTSVXg3avbh-argYcGTCdClcCPAmNvRny9XrM5qo9XPjZOYsuv6IDFLxP9wqjjJg/s1792/IMG_4601.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHywn1oLc1Pav2yW6jCRvvSp07mNk2KJuwJf50jwUDTvc1UK3zAalN3Vplo2Qnvc_rLSDe06MmH9Eq8qJ4F0TigUBkvPLg_QpwjFmSAYNk4ddg0Pi5sLZmpZNTSVXg3avbh-argYcGTCdClcCPAmNvRny9XrM5qo9XPjZOYsuv6IDFLxP9wqjjJg/w185-h400/IMG_4601.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maryland!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfpVbnsyh8fSZYfLKBIAemRLOXnBpGf8rid0bEuMeO-MXUAjccWRCsRM2axpVOWhw5p2aLP3u0Bhtfek3KF4R1rz--q5C1xVriHY-wkwALh_wDwbx2EaJEJgyG4X0i9LQ8A5oZ6ivj0O1w7l0w5Jk3GGzEmCAfZVT918pd3DySgsY3nJqWkObyA/s1792/IMG_4602.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfpVbnsyh8fSZYfLKBIAemRLOXnBpGf8rid0bEuMeO-MXUAjccWRCsRM2axpVOWhw5p2aLP3u0Bhtfek3KF4R1rz--q5C1xVriHY-wkwALh_wDwbx2EaJEJgyG4X0i9LQ8A5oZ6ivj0O1w7l0w5Jk3GGzEmCAfZVT918pd3DySgsY3nJqWkObyA/w185-h400/IMG_4602.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Virginia!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix3-b4gh6qz2qwEShM4WChAXMmCJH-6MMb2xlAe1EN0_uO5YnBYQrZ2A8s2GtusTMdTLjIvBpFjohQZ6lxRakaJaKMapCosXLeSfkCaTuw_OVq15b9-EIqaCdP7NdUxj9Mh_h6HeUGflpBsRBzHqJ6pb6in9UIgUjldL1OFR4iVwgIDnwKeZpbw/s1792/IMG_4603.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix3-b4gh6qz2qwEShM4WChAXMmCJH-6MMb2xlAe1EN0_uO5YnBYQrZ2A8s2GtusTMdTLjIvBpFjohQZ6lxRakaJaKMapCosXLeSfkCaTuw_OVq15b9-EIqaCdP7NdUxj9Mh_h6HeUGflpBsRBzHqJ6pb6in9UIgUjldL1OFR4iVwgIDnwKeZpbw/w296-h640/IMG_4603.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come see me! It's only a day's drive! Please?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7cCd8M69X0eyi1N4iD2ZBm4Sp845vp1pB0epeuAeNeG_iC0dxQrshcJGzQiVuFbKIRRmE88K9xLALQ045N8mMJJI9xE9Oqz-VK46AyHmND6xQLXSJxziSfHgpMV-nCXv_j9byp4QbdYWl95Ih7aROGib147GfbQF3GRP25Q9xPxhuS7gB53tYA/s4032/IMG_4604.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO7cCd8M69X0eyi1N4iD2ZBm4Sp845vp1pB0epeuAeNeG_iC0dxQrshcJGzQiVuFbKIRRmE88K9xLALQ045N8mMJJI9xE9Oqz-VK46AyHmND6xQLXSJxziSfHgpMV-nCXv_j9byp4QbdYWl95Ih7aROGib147GfbQF3GRP25Q9xPxhuS7gB53tYA/s320/IMG_4604.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While these take way longer than the card says it does, at least it looks like the picture this time! It was pretty spicy because of the chili powder in the sauce. But everybody liked it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZH4EZZY1YNDQIxWnsBqCIVgN5ns816K5LVksJG1Rp10C8yN1SWgjVX7zDV4Xss4VzxuztwZIiW_5JA2Udam-w36_CE3993X5WBHzk627xDtPl_uni_8F0vn1RLknD_9wMUWeq83FW0E91b3CwxKKMM_YESHLGRR8v47JV20X_-OQmLkApYr8sA/s1792/IMG_4605.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZH4EZZY1YNDQIxWnsBqCIVgN5ns816K5LVksJG1Rp10C8yN1SWgjVX7zDV4Xss4VzxuztwZIiW_5JA2Udam-w36_CE3993X5WBHzk627xDtPl_uni_8F0vn1RLknD_9wMUWeq83FW0E91b3CwxKKMM_YESHLGRR8v47JV20X_-OQmLkApYr8sA/w185-h400/IMG_4605.PNG" width="185" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhADxomBTgGHRVbeDXJ7EC3UqltFqalSG9e8-vLOQFN9aXnAV2sbRcdiXOhpFTki7FH-iFU7gDSlJ6AZMYgtKuYpWmyu7CA_wHoVsEI-0l9vdpu0dp3_VqSaxKPAD3nNerufI_3-LIc_ZubQXH-jfSGV7PmCdh4L5nTW9Hi5gKn0rxqfxfbKrqw/s4032/IMG_4606.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhADxomBTgGHRVbeDXJ7EC3UqltFqalSG9e8-vLOQFN9aXnAV2sbRcdiXOhpFTki7FH-iFU7gDSlJ6AZMYgtKuYpWmyu7CA_wHoVsEI-0l9vdpu0dp3_VqSaxKPAD3nNerufI_3-LIc_ZubQXH-jfSGV7PmCdh4L5nTW9Hi5gKn0rxqfxfbKrqw/s320/IMG_4606.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found this Bible at Ollie's for $13. It doesn't have any Star Wars trivia or anything, but it does have a few pages with some emphasis on Bible verses for the kid. It's the NIrV, which is the version that they use for their memory work. How can I say no when both Keturah and Abishai wanted new Bibles? Ok, then, have them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujdFlLLEKR0Ro10KeNQFBIu2opU8ZW4ZTbaSY_nGy3tiNhgoencHDuahQe61E5qqpbRxlBbblr_kSUIIEayGxlPD8bph4ERS7wCt9V4GRdo-swlS8cNIHiHGEFT5Uk3zMET6z1bBmcSIbCQTUATtYlDMIjzMf4KUsWxjtKFp8WtSj4wC1SVfS6g/s4032/IMG_4607.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujdFlLLEKR0Ro10KeNQFBIu2opU8ZW4ZTbaSY_nGy3tiNhgoencHDuahQe61E5qqpbRxlBbblr_kSUIIEayGxlPD8bph4ERS7wCt9V4GRdo-swlS8cNIHiHGEFT5Uk3zMET6z1bBmcSIbCQTUATtYlDMIjzMf4KUsWxjtKFp8WtSj4wC1SVfS6g/w480-h640/IMG_4607.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little Yoda speak on the back.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbswO0ZxfOcjLIHDXxIq9Bb8TwcRTNenElKqHDH9Syy4xQ40rmp-2fya3IgEGu6O0BjlefuLqB14_aaaqG0JeWoJA_h9gi6MlcsJAQIHpNQsGZuvx-JgMTxS-T9L5F8LzT_Nuf4avor6Ig6tw49MyoLB5IRSlf1hcyGnlZSjjEQg0WxPG3uO6B6A/s4032/IMG_4608.JPG"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbswO0ZxfOcjLIHDXxIq9Bb8TwcRTNenElKqHDH9Syy4xQ40rmp-2fya3IgEGu6O0BjlefuLqB14_aaaqG0JeWoJA_h9gi6MlcsJAQIHpNQsGZuvx-JgMTxS-T9L5F8LzT_Nuf4avor6Ig6tw49MyoLB5IRSlf1hcyGnlZSjjEQg0WxPG3uO6B6A/w640-h480/IMG_4608.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZKRW_lAveTVbb8cpZSVMY_lyksQS_YV8aMaTntzQJJh7ZWL2QL6e2PEVuD5M3bCOQRc8RDbSoUd4jKdsVP9NgFsujTN8O9caBrjg7LZ6NJmO5ZXvRQLtr9CCLfyamYoEI8z5TLtxHHRhVyAKuHx8iqWXZgz5w8Ybaqd6VYDMAcH2eE60MH_z6A/s1792/IMG_4609.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZKRW_lAveTVbb8cpZSVMY_lyksQS_YV8aMaTntzQJJh7ZWL2QL6e2PEVuD5M3bCOQRc8RDbSoUd4jKdsVP9NgFsujTN8O9caBrjg7LZ6NJmO5ZXvRQLtr9CCLfyamYoEI8z5TLtxHHRhVyAKuHx8iqWXZgz5w8Ybaqd6VYDMAcH2eE60MH_z6A/w296-h640/IMG_4609.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How far did you go? 8 hrs? Yeah!! Major progress!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-R6t1Q21-aBufHAta_Ufb7dWgTBqy0b3Ur2eUEfuHKSLk-HnKKAP02tJRXzehiZP_1_8VK6t6eWv83X5qovZMKixRkxJLnJOAkHxxKomgeZGkQX4X_AsnlH3q_SWYvesyMHcadloJohS2tmWJORLicEEKzGArKvpn4HLXfW35pB5p83i1gEPIQ/s1792/IMG_4610.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-R6t1Q21-aBufHAta_Ufb7dWgTBqy0b3Ur2eUEfuHKSLk-HnKKAP02tJRXzehiZP_1_8VK6t6eWv83X5qovZMKixRkxJLnJOAkHxxKomgeZGkQX4X_AsnlH3q_SWYvesyMHcadloJohS2tmWJORLicEEKzGArKvpn4HLXfW35pB5p83i1gEPIQ/w296-h640/IMG_4610.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking great! Well done for today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgRwuRzXtxTkWM1TEd4QFxlk9GX6iTPu5h2XcrFNV--HmqWnea-cqYezlk1fV_vLZUmjR2NbBo8x-SueZmaQJdw167l-L9-fu87le3Ci4ZvMwGhwaFJkbYAsrnitVNFlIGEY_3e4rDK_WoJlyDxtd4cc2gEqu2dam3gLVqiNDC4bZmBu2OPSaIA/s1792/IMG_4611.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgRwuRzXtxTkWM1TEd4QFxlk9GX6iTPu5h2XcrFNV--HmqWnea-cqYezlk1fV_vLZUmjR2NbBo8x-SueZmaQJdw167l-L9-fu87le3Ci4ZvMwGhwaFJkbYAsrnitVNFlIGEY_3e4rDK_WoJlyDxtd4cc2gEqu2dam3gLVqiNDC4bZmBu2OPSaIA/w296-h640/IMG_4611.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two more days of driving. But you can do it!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Sunday - Typical</p><p>- Typical Sunday where I woke up from a dream with a raging migraine. Thankfully, excedrin migraine (the one with tylenol) took care of it and staying quiet and at home this morning helped as well. I listened to both sermons, Emerson's was on pride, and New Pal's was a guest missionary preacher that's been with the church for 20 years, who talked about their story and their new upcoming changes and mission, but also talked about calling vs. leading. Calling being your life mission, overarching life vision, and leading, the details about how you are fulfilling that vision. So, this missionary and his wife feel called to serve the 10/40 window and have been in China for the most part of the last 20 years and but will now search a country in the middle east, still in the 10/40 window, but being led to a different country, led to a different organization/partnership with some couples that they have worked with before through their contacts in China, doing something a bit different, but still serving the people in the 10/40 window, fulfilling their life's 10/40 calling. They have 5 children, too. A big change, for sure. </p><p>- We had lunch with Gary and Leah, grilled chicken and brats and the usual side dishes, again. Not that I'm complaining too much because I hate cooking, but, yeah, a little variety would be good. Lol, it's just beginning to feel like they are in a rut like I was in a rut with raw veggies, fruit salad, maybe another veggie (at least this part changes), and some kind of grilled meat. And then buns (which I can't eat) or corn pudding (which I can't eat) and then ice cream for dessert. I'm glad we don't grill at home or it would be really repetitive. We purposefully had a chicken meal last night at home because we had had so much pork and beef at their house lately. Then they grilled chicken today, which I'm glad they did and it was very good. Gary actually seared it in butter and then put it on the grill. Leah had run out of ideas she said, which is fine. She has cooked a lot this week. I get it. We'll help clean out the fridge. I had suggested pizza, but if the fridge was full, like it usually is because Leah overestimates how much the J4 will actually eat, there would be no room for it anyway. </p><p>- Lunch conversation was pleasant. We talked about our plans for tomorrow driving up for the lawnmower race at 12 Mile (it's a town). Benaiah talked about work, Ethan, fireworks, and all the things of course. And the other kids talked about getting ready for CIY. Abishai wanted to talk about what he would get from the helper room when he was a volunteer for KP and he wanted to talk about his new Nerf gun. I just wanted to keep following John, Stef and Auggie. Yesterday they made about 8 hrs of progress and today they made nearly 9 hours. They have about 9 more years to go, if they go via New Orleans. They are on the roads we use to get to NOLA, which is kind of interesting. Basically they are winging it and their GPS took them right through the Applichian mountains, straight southwest, which is not good on gas mileage because of those mountains, but ok, fine. I didn't know there was a highway that went straight through. We've always taken straight east/west and north/south routes because that's where we've headed. We'd go through Ohio and Pennsylvania straight east going over the mountains then and then turn north, or we went through West VA to Virginia to Deleware. Or we went over the mountains and into Georgia to Florida. Or we'd head straight south to New Orleans going over just one mountain pass in Alabama or something. So, I hope that didn't slow them down having to stop too much for gas or more car sickness. Would have been beautiful territory though. All that Davy Crockett territory in eastern Tenn today. Wowzers! They clipped through the northwest corner of Georgia and then went southwest through Alabama stopping past Birmingham for the night. Just Mississippi, Louisiana and then Texas! 1900 miles! 4 days! Ah! And they are running out of Dunkin' Doughnuts, too! I think, I could be wrong, but I've caught Stef stopping at them. And I don't know where else I could suggest to her that has something similar. Crispy Creme? Maybe. I don't know chain store coffee and doughnut shops because I don't eat doughnuts and pastries. I just know my local places and then Starbucks or McDonald's. Bigby's? I'm sure there's lots of other restaurants she's noticing that will be new to her that isn't in New England. She can't go to Chick Fil A because she can't eat chicken she said. She might get away with something else though. But she can't have dairy either. Poor thing. But just you wait, she's got a lot of learning to do and lots of culture shock of how things are run outside of New England. Life is way different out here and I'm sure Texas is even more different than up here. The big truck stops. The 7/11's. How far you drive to get some place, like across the city even! The traffic. The heat. The Piggly Wiggly grocery store! The In and Out burger! Arby's! All the new to her restaurants! I should have her write down all the "firsts" for her. There's going to be so many! Her first hurricane. Her first tornado. Her first dust storm. So much fun!</p><p>- Anyway, the rest of our day was screen time and naps. Justin had his youth group so I took him and Jared picked up. He went back to Meijer for more camping chairs and they weren't on sale anymore. I made sure the kids were thoroughly packed for CIY before Abishai went to bed. Meanwhile, Benaiah stopped by to get some things done for his fireworks before tomorrow. He had Ethan with him. Abishai went outside to show Miah and Effan his new Nerph gun and shoot it at them. Benaiah was pretty impressed that it only cost $13 and I could see in his eyes he wanted one, lol. Benaiah also decided to shoot off a couple of his smaller fireworks. And then he took them back to Grandpa's house to get them ready tomorrow while we are gone to this lawnmower race thing. Benaiah also brought over his castoffs of drinks and snacks, and that helped finish filling up the kids' desire for extra snacks and drinks for CIY. You know guys, they feed you and you can always drink water there. Good grief. That's enough! </p><p>- I got started on the blog post and I'm actually mostly done these paragraphs. I don't think I'm missing anything major either. I just need to load up pics and vids and journal. It should be easy to do. And it's easy to write when I forget all the juicy details or bits about why I'm angry. Oh, the details like how on Friday Abishai was all excited that Ava was there and he kept "checking in" with her and at one point when she was hugging him back, he farted! And he was all giggly! And she was like, "Ew, you stink!" I told her to not squeeze him again. And then Justin chimed in and told how he pushed him down with his foot and Justin had made Abishai fart. Yes, Abishai is a fart on command kind of kid. Thankfully, both Ava and Kya have brothers so when Abishai toots, they will make a comment and will just walk away. It doesn't deter them from my other boys. Abishai's just a kid brother being a troll, being the third wheel, trying to break up the party, and he doesn't need to be. We will distract him when we can. He's Abishai. He'll always be like that.</p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4Upc290y_bR5d-xBbmeuwQZB844P-ezxJgbiyA6_spY4h63uIBcPzutRruLDP_LyR718B5IaWZlGQ-5Edo1MyL7PY9Ufujn_GZ0X2vvjsFab2yIYSyos-q8mQJ_QPs2txp6P-PfFWnjf3QZbPrB5jmCnaxETvLFvc0BCPCY9v9RggjGOIGzwIQ/s4032/IMG_0242.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4Upc290y_bR5d-xBbmeuwQZB844P-ezxJgbiyA6_spY4h63uIBcPzutRruLDP_LyR718B5IaWZlGQ-5Edo1MyL7PY9Ufujn_GZ0X2vvjsFab2yIYSyos-q8mQJ_QPs2txp6P-PfFWnjf3QZbPrB5jmCnaxETvLFvc0BCPCY9v9RggjGOIGzwIQ/s320/IMG_0242.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaron and Shauna drove by Grandma and Grandpa Cook's old house. Aaron said there's some raised garden beds out back, maybe some kid stuff. So at least some people live there and are maintaining the property. That's good to see.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QDa4mFsy8beJtJXtwUHjJ7lAczQlTcj578lIKWMqP_TMNxuOdVKLUIDGZKtrDguyC4yXmFBCAeMelf9WmbioM5C-aiI9S4rtbq2JmONKE0YZAbhSEEYeNKbk7TXHgjblECMPwTIbceYSmBveqclqVP9cso1yOj8PQbEK-P5cxpCu3DgYBgkDNw/s1792/IMG_4612.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QDa4mFsy8beJtJXtwUHjJ7lAczQlTcj578lIKWMqP_TMNxuOdVKLUIDGZKtrDguyC4yXmFBCAeMelf9WmbioM5C-aiI9S4rtbq2JmONKE0YZAbhSEEYeNKbk7TXHgjblECMPwTIbceYSmBveqclqVP9cso1yOj8PQbEK-P5cxpCu3DgYBgkDNw/w296-h640/IMG_4612.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day, another Dunkin Dounuts for Stefanie.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwB9QyiZBRSTENnv6VnKJvqTRa5aCcljyLIr12i08FrAjXiORsoLgMnTuBFprJF563Jlo9Hv_9KR5EkISxWLS5XSnyrqIQ9aZkTmRolAnRB_qtYi1HDB5-SC0ljuMqsh6i3m9zixX9WSl76EY39ADtXcayNATVWlRqectRfMsG2I4WUaL-CPAkw/s1792/IMG_4614.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwB9QyiZBRSTENnv6VnKJvqTRa5aCcljyLIr12i08FrAjXiORsoLgMnTuBFprJF563Jlo9Hv_9KR5EkISxWLS5XSnyrqIQ9aZkTmRolAnRB_qtYi1HDB5-SC0ljuMqsh6i3m9zixX9WSl76EY39ADtXcayNATVWlRqectRfMsG2I4WUaL-CPAkw/w296-h640/IMG_4614.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The closest that my sister has been to me in years. I should have planned a rendezvous with her in Tennessee or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2sd4FgCkXEcltoN9ysqatKh5J32IUcCeCe2oI9dj9lkenskLTi8F2aWC19WDqFFic-aKTr6z3JwRmBtF-H_sEf9hwRcs8VVfQn5hjKWjUbCz4_keZeUVRB0vQRloLvZOgqaTyRfEWi3QGlTrdIFcQuY30e3zYkLNoxKipVnp7FUdkCgvAsxVrg/s1792/IMG_4615.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2sd4FgCkXEcltoN9ysqatKh5J32IUcCeCe2oI9dj9lkenskLTi8F2aWC19WDqFFic-aKTr6z3JwRmBtF-H_sEf9hwRcs8VVfQn5hjKWjUbCz4_keZeUVRB0vQRloLvZOgqaTyRfEWi3QGlTrdIFcQuY30e3zYkLNoxKipVnp7FUdkCgvAsxVrg/w400-h185/IMG_4615.PNG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 9th grade girls were doing their annual Baskets for Benjamin lemonade and cookie stand today at Indian Creek so they shared pictures and interviewed Bella and Sarah, two of the shyest girls of the group! Lol! Anyway, Keturah was able to help out a little bit today despite having worship team because they didn't have any 2's and 3's to take care of.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4jvPXc6kg9iF82fP2hXRVsEpGLkh_2n--h02fAz-_n6zgCCWS72Wtuflp0MpXN2JoDW-zCzOzBQSCRM_OMNP6E-y2XTn3ynThX43dWVj1eQCouf_GH3LRcPxUg42SXwxuHD_b35Cv10q8shSdw6vMNQk_owhIx1UwI5ElY2YMQGzRng8vSboqg/s1792/IMG_4616.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT4jvPXc6kg9iF82fP2hXRVsEpGLkh_2n--h02fAz-_n6zgCCWS72Wtuflp0MpXN2JoDW-zCzOzBQSCRM_OMNP6E-y2XTn3ynThX43dWVj1eQCouf_GH3LRcPxUg42SXwxuHD_b35Cv10q8shSdw6vMNQk_owhIx1UwI5ElY2YMQGzRng8vSboqg/w400-h185/IMG_4616.PNG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NyGelxI8zcptSYUNa8c98QI9-mq38hELhCbh3Vs0LP0uKyHab4zb2wPYc_ANyNqcvk2V2Te81ajz6_HEoxy9D9LxWlRVzIfI88ZRzjYAx5NPNo6RZla8eGa-Z8sC0KZd4sIdvwJih_Bm-SRleev33ccdIPfYW3GyGyjF9xCuo2fBT7JqzbgHig/s1792/IMG_4617.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NyGelxI8zcptSYUNa8c98QI9-mq38hELhCbh3Vs0LP0uKyHab4zb2wPYc_ANyNqcvk2V2Te81ajz6_HEoxy9D9LxWlRVzIfI88ZRzjYAx5NPNo6RZla8eGa-Z8sC0KZd4sIdvwJih_Bm-SRleev33ccdIPfYW3GyGyjF9xCuo2fBT7JqzbgHig/w296-h640/IMG_4617.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So weird. So close, yet so far away.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi65oTTb77eeyZzayiSxNbCdX7CxbTmsEI4dXMOf0gvTU2ZM48HQHWhe9BTiOT3IHKClIn3v4HFHgnf7prcsmm35COmqOAZYjGA7srqB30VjKQgbmbUc6OWZNWdqnSySjeSTjnmoQcGfvpnM_trtlVMme6WhYq9MSVvLH98EjiZU2FbA5zYX_Xg/s1792/IMG_4621.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi65oTTb77eeyZzayiSxNbCdX7CxbTmsEI4dXMOf0gvTU2ZM48HQHWhe9BTiOT3IHKClIn3v4HFHgnf7prcsmm35COmqOAZYjGA7srqB30VjKQgbmbUc6OWZNWdqnSySjeSTjnmoQcGfvpnM_trtlVMme6WhYq9MSVvLH98EjiZU2FbA5zYX_Xg/s320/IMG_4621.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XDz11EZET5pW1oziiFCDscpcSpQ3ukGbewh42ibTxHUdvah9d6YlNijbxi7a7QzeiWH3TciXplbY3Wokekg0PHDP5CY4NfjLeRTLMtY7t_2_FRo3tvVbWtTapLVu8cE2KKfa6cMG0PVXR5qBCChm7oH35Nv8eahJSfmpyQq5a_kQZTY9HsB_LA/s3520/IMG_4626.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2XDz11EZET5pW1oziiFCDscpcSpQ3ukGbewh42ibTxHUdvah9d6YlNijbxi7a7QzeiWH3TciXplbY3Wokekg0PHDP5CY4NfjLeRTLMtY7t_2_FRo3tvVbWtTapLVu8cE2KKfa6cMG0PVXR5qBCChm7oH35Nv8eahJSfmpyQq5a_kQZTY9HsB_LA/s320/IMG_4626.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted to get Justin with his new high powered Nerf gun. Justin was having none of it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRlTRDFVpgJGqbuZ5QsVmjRbzAXnuEWELJSwkQG8VLp_S9M403ndV_7w6lr4_H-dSfbQjgi3qGJ0P6SMe8IUMDMbAOfJhE1NgLoRTCNOYnsMNx8wTZmQ3VK-oncbSSkppsrlbaJL0I9hbEhMJSRqoib3pFMovw7lW4FBDRXQvq7fYrvtr3XQfyw/s3520/IMG_4627.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRlTRDFVpgJGqbuZ5QsVmjRbzAXnuEWELJSwkQG8VLp_S9M403ndV_7w6lr4_H-dSfbQjgi3qGJ0P6SMe8IUMDMbAOfJhE1NgLoRTCNOYnsMNx8wTZmQ3VK-oncbSSkppsrlbaJL0I9hbEhMJSRqoib3pFMovw7lW4FBDRXQvq7fYrvtr3XQfyw/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy makes a better target.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzd77dSs4Bb7SWQMp-NWkPH07dIyFFHt-Raua-6eoq6e12F2ogOYisVZ__-Zqxc0PXEsP_X3QAfGEnJV3c1uw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwSCyuzUjnof37_a-0W7ANQ7CutYiNu9_stds4tkTiT2bdZ5w2EoihK0mJN7h33D9me6ZfmuTydCEVsIRykJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj19MTobKkhZmx1Uxip6t0an_YaK9rrEIPAKt_h8VWOn6DSwA_NmF-_EuWaWk5EkS2bhE1RB0U2iuj810NC9hhggPB-gJOagYEQdxIZfKt79s7SxES4ZsOmsQLduN0o935XYPyZWN1wkgBEvpn8-ChBTL2Ncud8sSfOdb5WWCnYamT12XEslNLXw/s1792/IMG_4630.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj19MTobKkhZmx1Uxip6t0an_YaK9rrEIPAKt_h8VWOn6DSwA_NmF-_EuWaWk5EkS2bhE1RB0U2iuj810NC9hhggPB-gJOagYEQdxIZfKt79s7SxES4ZsOmsQLduN0o935XYPyZWN1wkgBEvpn8-ChBTL2Ncud8sSfOdb5WWCnYamT12XEslNLXw/w296-h640/IMG_4630.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tennessee and close to Georgia, next up Alabama.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYkVPNPsyr-AUcGYozwQDscOxGw-he6nU90-v0uDslfdbpqfel0XRNk4mEkBqP8CnYlHd43jkyT6KlzUe3zXMMX5IK19gelzyrTwyBS4e4unmn8WJUSnq0GrSkUO8V-CvMLJuLnmN1W45bb0YiukWzb7i3BcxlL-mdZ3K13nObx-Jv2INZBqGkQ/s1792/IMG_4633.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYkVPNPsyr-AUcGYozwQDscOxGw-he6nU90-v0uDslfdbpqfel0XRNk4mEkBqP8CnYlHd43jkyT6KlzUe3zXMMX5IK19gelzyrTwyBS4e4unmn8WJUSnq0GrSkUO8V-CvMLJuLnmN1W45bb0YiukWzb7i3BcxlL-mdZ3K13nObx-Jv2INZBqGkQ/w296-h640/IMG_4633.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They will only be 5-6 hrs from Chalmette so the next time we got to New Orleans, I'll have to plan something to meet in the middle and hang out for an afternoon or something. Much more doable than the 16 hrs by car to New Hampshire.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4uIvKnideRx1AQCJsVnJxhihvkLUv-MaQRVC6t_f0zeR99Tjn66cBEYsq8AmWPy2BEsZhye60MGHVQ8a3Eii1FcAiD1nuuvSxfRtlzRfc5uk17eHaJ1zXtEMWc2Dl4id8sFogciWdmS0R5PDZLVa8soIYV9Ebsz3WhfsqDOG_So4H8cqXzRteg/s1792/IMG_4637.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4uIvKnideRx1AQCJsVnJxhihvkLUv-MaQRVC6t_f0zeR99Tjn66cBEYsq8AmWPy2BEsZhye60MGHVQ8a3Eii1FcAiD1nuuvSxfRtlzRfc5uk17eHaJ1zXtEMWc2Dl4id8sFogciWdmS0R5PDZLVa8soIYV9Ebsz3WhfsqDOG_So4H8cqXzRteg/w296-h640/IMG_4637.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last hotel! Ok, I found out that when they get to Houston, they will crash at a hotel the first night and then unload on Tuesday, which makes sense. But still, last on the road hotel! Praise the Lord! Almost there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpzECesGe_kxd0tjtiI70oPZU3fyMjXwe0bxAq_TCob4BltYig09erOwUsXbEEYnTRXrp5IZr9FVOtq5NM-G9TVqkh_7cbN9ecsKH1TStBEpygU3c31EAW7Ppl5biKAvI8__KMpxDN_c3bdhamQzjFhppjGj7K5bk5d_5eJkVD2ZiLchGsv-wXg/s1792/IMG_4639.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpzECesGe_kxd0tjtiI70oPZU3fyMjXwe0bxAq_TCob4BltYig09erOwUsXbEEYnTRXrp5IZr9FVOtq5NM-G9TVqkh_7cbN9ecsKH1TStBEpygU3c31EAW7Ppl5biKAvI8__KMpxDN_c3bdhamQzjFhppjGj7K5bk5d_5eJkVD2ZiLchGsv-wXg/w296-h640/IMG_4639.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's how much they have left plus 30 minutes (I don't want to share their actual address, but I do know it now). Tomorrow is the last big push! Same as what we did 10 years ago, landing at our new home on 4th of July!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbVmbxSeFQS_aeysV0JksPPaxaAHz-21JQjM4su1KNQIWElg8VVbXlsQ9aYoi4bPGsrnnrvhRzd4VKKlfiLUou_LuXXO5s5k3pXeO4DMLVxEDGFuPjC8DEA9H4CbXSsp3JjNJugGlufOFaFlt-Da90UvFpRa7C5-9Nfb7LeYuibBm2RT_saODtQ/s1792/IMG_4642.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdbVmbxSeFQS_aeysV0JksPPaxaAHz-21JQjM4su1KNQIWElg8VVbXlsQ9aYoi4bPGsrnnrvhRzd4VKKlfiLUou_LuXXO5s5k3pXeO4DMLVxEDGFuPjC8DEA9H4CbXSsp3JjNJugGlufOFaFlt-Da90UvFpRa7C5-9Nfb7LeYuibBm2RT_saODtQ/w296-h640/IMG_4642.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baskets for Benjamin with 1 year old Hope on Allison's hip, how precious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXEtS4Eo6a4Yv3EDRog_Ct-Om9tGmDCQItQKq9a6ovZTFH-WnfLvLpRHIPsqUX3hRvkdMLEJ-U4FjoXJ2LOy2dIwAA3TnvTqinLge6W8W8R2mHeOTK9i1ZDwLvyeh3T4c248tk0CAY6_BZPAuijxxVyxlvmCKMhNYYOwtkKSBRdvav8DkeRKU0A/s1792/IMG_4643.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoXEtS4Eo6a4Yv3EDRog_Ct-Om9tGmDCQItQKq9a6ovZTFH-WnfLvLpRHIPsqUX3hRvkdMLEJ-U4FjoXJ2LOy2dIwAA3TnvTqinLge6W8W8R2mHeOTK9i1ZDwLvyeh3T4c248tk0CAY6_BZPAuijxxVyxlvmCKMhNYYOwtkKSBRdvav8DkeRKU0A/w296-h640/IMG_4643.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1uDUJfwxmCw0HTE1Ditdm8A7DWk57jRWqvKtot_s6kOhqtluL2mx4n2pyEyaaxoAdf16ei5IuKBQTlhQ_OSUx_dxY1uiFfukujAs8RsSmy6csP20PpRjlaOFagXugIOqaTVORfISgsxXaqnFr3d6lAG4J_IrQqJdgCd8i94L1NaC_7hX0mj_Lw/s3088/IMG_5731.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1uDUJfwxmCw0HTE1Ditdm8A7DWk57jRWqvKtot_s6kOhqtluL2mx4n2pyEyaaxoAdf16ei5IuKBQTlhQ_OSUx_dxY1uiFfukujAs8RsSmy6csP20PpRjlaOFagXugIOqaTVORfISgsxXaqnFr3d6lAG4J_IrQqJdgCd8i94L1NaC_7hX0mj_Lw/w480-h640/IMG_5731.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our adolescent resident bunny popped out while Jared was outside listening to his Bible. Jared sat very still and it kept on eating just 6 ft away. It's gotten used to Jared being outside with it. It's that brown lump between the cardboard and black piping, right on the grass next to the sidewalk.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJg5M7HGW49dZqFm9D0My17djv5Eh9w99rBuB9jxEDGkNg8t3w9Bpt713xb7fGTffaQa1So4QdtsVUO7Wm6L-7Z-5m7iN2kU0WUduCaE9ZsFx55PEFqnd-GhNlinvLfZqRZpehH_-6B8QoR_WaTiKCidAa1Ovco3eD6m9v4t-LWld_euXZ3G53A/s3088/IMG_5732.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJg5M7HGW49dZqFm9D0My17djv5Eh9w99rBuB9jxEDGkNg8t3w9Bpt713xb7fGTffaQa1So4QdtsVUO7Wm6L-7Z-5m7iN2kU0WUduCaE9ZsFx55PEFqnd-GhNlinvLfZqRZpehH_-6B8QoR_WaTiKCidAa1Ovco3eD6m9v4t-LWld_euXZ3G53A/w480-h640/IMG_5732.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right there on the grass above Jared's shoulder. And yes, Jared got out his pipe to smoke again. Not my favorite pasttime of his, but whatever. I just ask him to change his clothes and brush his teeth when he's done.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>The End<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-69735004639122432732022-06-27T14:15:00.002-03:002022-06-27T14:15:29.513-03:00Year 7, June 20th-26th, 2022: Time to Camp!<p> Monday - Slow, slower, slowest!</p><p>- So sleepy!!! I gave Abishai his med, and I think they found a way to penetrate me because I literally spent hours looking at dumb videos on Facebook until I almost didn't get lunch and coffee before picking up Justin. Actually, I was in deep thought over the Keturah going to Israel thing and wrote paragraphs of thoughts to Jared that took a good portion of my morning. And I took an hour to shower as well because of my wandering thoughts. Is that a mental health day? I would say yes. I just did nothing else during those morning hours. I was mentally exhausted and then physically exhausted from the weekend.</p><p>- Abishai was his quiet self on the med, so he lounged with me and played with his extra stuff in the school boxes and read a ton of books. I do think that the medication is working perfectly for what it is. It will help him sit still better for the hours we need him to. And then, he starts to "wake up" and go crazy right around supper time, so right back to his normal self. Eating habits are a little off when he's on the medication, but he will eat, so that's good. Just as long as I can use it only on days we really need it, I think this will work. I need to ask the doctor about how consistent he needs it in his system. I have to take mine every day. I want Justin to take his every day because he does have to focus on something every day. But I want Abishai to have his crazy personality and run around when he can. And then when he's older and has more self control, he may or may not need the medication as much or maybe a different one would be better. But I do like this one and the fact that he doesn't have any major side effects like sleeplessness, nausea, moodiness, loss of appetite, etc. So, I'm happy.</p><p>- I let Keturah sleep in a bit and then let her binge watch whatever on the laptop and her phone as a reward for finishing all the mowing yesterday. After me whining about her delay fishing about it, she did come home from Grandma and Grandpa's and did the whole backyard, finishing just before the sun went down. I thought for sure she wouldn't finish it. So I'm super impressed by her efforts. She lowered the mower blades so now the lawn is super short and shouldn't need to be mowed until right before she goes to CIY, if that. It had been a couple of weeks since the last mowing and it was really only patches that were really thick and tall. She didn't trim because Jared is still working on fixing the trimmer. I don't mind. We got it done before the heat came back today, that's all that matters. No one got hurt and sick from sunstroke. So, she got to snuggle in bed and have a nice quiet day. Plus she was at the airshow on Saturday and she had worship team on Sunday, which usually wipes her out. She did grumble a bit when I asked for her help at supper time and I was running late. But that's typical when she's been in her room all day on the screen. </p><p>- Justin drove with Jared first thing and of course Jared complained about it when he got home before he went to work. I keep telling him that Justin isn't at his best first thing in the morning. A lot of times people with ADHD need time to fully wake up in the morning and if they are taking medication, it can take up to an hour to see the full effect. Justin drove me to Greenfield in the afternoon and he did much better. I didn't have to give him as many pointers and I could concentrate on my emails. I was the one that got turned around on the way home from Greenfield because of detour. Justin worked, and then yes, I took him to Greenfield. I spent some time talking to Kellie and then Jared reminded me that it was my turn to take Abishai to Tang Soo and it was a good thing, too, because I totally forgot! I made it home just in time to pick Abishai up to go to karate! Whoops! Kellie brought Justin home at bedtime. Oh, and Justin can mobile deposit his checks now, so no more worrying about getting to the bank unless he wants to withdraw cash. Yeah! He will be off work again tomorrow because there's too many people on the schedule again. He's happy about that because it will be hot again. I'm not because he's simply not working enough at all. 12 hrs a week is not enough. He's wasting time. He needs to apply to the movie theate now. Have an interview next week, and then just give them the start date. Surely they will understand. Teens are so frustrating. Sigh.</p><p>- Abishai started learning Form 3 tonight with Teacher Uriah. There were only 5 kids there tonight. He was 4th in line though because there were 3 orange belts. Teacher Uriah had to undo my pitiful job of tying his belt and redid it. Whoops. But Teacher Uriah worked them super hard. And then they got to do their fun like frog jumps, wheelbarrow races, lots of kicks, rolls on the ground on their shoulder not their heads, some punches, downward dog/crawl through the tunnel made by the other kids' downward dogs. </p><p>- After we got home, I was going to go straight to my computer but there was just one distraction after another. Benaiah stopped by because he had asked Jared if he could put the $300 worth of fireworks in our garage instead of Grandpa's. He just thought that Grandpa wouldn't appreciate having that much firepower in his garage. Well, I don't exactly appreciate it either, but ok, whatever. It's only going to be here for two weeks. I also had to clean off the piano and get it ready for the piano tuner guy. He comes at 9am tomorrow. And of course Abishai then needed to play around with the whole thing. I had to clean up various other things I left in shambles. Oh yeah, and I had to take time to actual eat something since I hadn't eaten since 2pm and that was only one slice of my pizza. By the time I had gotten on the computer it was 9pm and I just couldn't function writing any words, so I didn't. Instead, I messed around on some Facebook videos, clearead some email and then started to clear out some of the random stuff in my corner, like taking photos of it to put on the "free" local group. And take care of the Old Navy order that has sat here for several days. Start Keturah's passport application.<br /></p><p>-Yes, the final answer for Keturah going to Israel. It's a yes. I had her write a paragraph or two about why she wanted to go and how it would benefit her. I told her she could stay up and write it or get up early. Well, she couldn't fall asleep, so she said she worked on it at midnight. Ok, no problem. She also wrote it up in cursive because she said she doesn't want to forget her cursive, especially her capital letters. Ok, I hadn't specified either way, so I'm pleased to hear that. And her handwriting looked very nice and neat. Her writing style was decent as well. She had a few grammar mistakes, but that's fine. I will have the photos of what she wrote below so you can read them. But she understood the assignment and her thoughts seemed very genuine. I asked her how long she had been thinking about going on this trip and if she ever felt jealous that others were being considered for she was, and she said months and yes, she had been jealous, in a good way. So now, I have to get everything ready and expedite her passport like I did with Justin's last year. Not fun at all. It's a lot of money to do it this way. I was hoping to hold off with her until she was 16 so she could have the 10 year passport. Oh well. Whatever. At least I know what I'm doing. And then wee man is another story. I can do his US Passport I think, but I think we have to find a consolate or something to his Canadian one. Much more difficult because I don't know if we even have one right here in Indianapolis. I mean, surely we do since we have an international airport, but maybe we have go to Chicago or something. I'm not sure. In any case, we'll wait and see.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuCeVdJBrHw0bRG5Ios4AHusSH7BeQRPzYhgu72fyrSiDnplU1dbERdIl7ixNDjPHkSB_CTo9z9l23Do5-CHYhrku_itTcKBK5_EsFfyGDpDnzZ5cjQFFW0HGAzJrgR4wXwd33ktzOOdSXhutw32UvvyER3UVekU7LpTEo-P4iKAyznlJAoUthQ/s4032/IMG_4224.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuCeVdJBrHw0bRG5Ios4AHusSH7BeQRPzYhgu72fyrSiDnplU1dbERdIl7ixNDjPHkSB_CTo9z9l23Do5-CHYhrku_itTcKBK5_EsFfyGDpDnzZ5cjQFFW0HGAzJrgR4wXwd33ktzOOdSXhutw32UvvyER3UVekU7LpTEo-P4iKAyznlJAoUthQ/s320/IMG_4224.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oreo pancakes for breakfast! With sooooooo many sprinkles! Or in New England fashion, lots of jimmies!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdneQnhLq2zKSC7_xKJRhtJ9NPh0krz2uKoRgM9L5p95Hd8LdxdnuQITNhqXF-XqQdJ8-OaN_-votbLBFfIxdnWr90hzmZOW6p2Ggbe8z3eljvZiCVVToUoNLmimebC6RrjzJ9UvIr47rQNUFA07HRj5JznAoGxKnNv1dByJCV6YqgdUunIeyHvQ/s4032/IMG_4225.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdneQnhLq2zKSC7_xKJRhtJ9NPh0krz2uKoRgM9L5p95Hd8LdxdnuQITNhqXF-XqQdJ8-OaN_-votbLBFfIxdnWr90hzmZOW6p2Ggbe8z3eljvZiCVVToUoNLmimebC6RrjzJ9UvIr47rQNUFA07HRj5JznAoGxKnNv1dByJCV6YqgdUunIeyHvQ/s320/IMG_4225.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl_dpvaJBYaiO1qhbQHysJ2xeW2SiFmHv1viC7eiY3u724jqVPRWVjYZkKlogj_EyGsWaF-tAB9aqcVTBBUSCdJ9xr2h3jNVAFywZz4H0OHZDd531LqnRTZuYJIuGw5yw8pYhaPFePLqbRuBwU5rn9_dOOyXN5DSJG-WPAfIrEkmsnak-OrwT5Q/s4032/IMG_4227.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl_dpvaJBYaiO1qhbQHysJ2xeW2SiFmHv1viC7eiY3u724jqVPRWVjYZkKlogj_EyGsWaF-tAB9aqcVTBBUSCdJ9xr2h3jNVAFywZz4H0OHZDd531LqnRTZuYJIuGw5yw8pYhaPFePLqbRuBwU5rn9_dOOyXN5DSJG-WPAfIrEkmsnak-OrwT5Q/w640-h480/IMG_4227.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I asked Keturah to write out why she wants to go to Israel and how it would be beneficial to her. This is what she wrote. She said she wanted to write in cursive so she didn't forget how to write in cursive. This is much improved handwriting! But more importantly, after I had been on the fence for hours and hours, she got a whole hearted YES from me after I read this. I think you will see why.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AVO8pUsFC3iIdFbZkrXKBv-BjsBAgq8it-xtoipD6aqgCr3wXhGc0azT5a_DXMouMvMbK1Xbqk94jFJjkuWh5FJDhcabMSf0AMwILdZktZOiMss0-9pREfsT-jLsvIrc2huMwFnNclhjB9Ov7xsFlS5UlOm75sDKgNwu0iUKEpwGDopsz4xOIQ/s4032/IMG_4228.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0AVO8pUsFC3iIdFbZkrXKBv-BjsBAgq8it-xtoipD6aqgCr3wXhGc0azT5a_DXMouMvMbK1Xbqk94jFJjkuWh5FJDhcabMSf0AMwILdZktZOiMss0-9pREfsT-jLsvIrc2huMwFnNclhjB9Ov7xsFlS5UlOm75sDKgNwu0iUKEpwGDopsz4xOIQ/w640-h480/IMG_4228.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitac4w1I3RJEGvzfQKcTLHnUEhftXAbaupaHH16n9_32FlrYuAjmkuEtW_wMo1D_VS6oyH-1acggtcZj8qtWHGXBO5QXl41kHEVX101ZPLTMSm0g6wI2otbKpNO6I7SE9i_e8Y2E99RSP7BcarNwPbOiEs9LEUieh7iX7j2y1HDRRh1BhYfo-zJA/s4032/IMG_4229.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitac4w1I3RJEGvzfQKcTLHnUEhftXAbaupaHH16n9_32FlrYuAjmkuEtW_wMo1D_VS6oyH-1acggtcZj8qtWHGXBO5QXl41kHEVX101ZPLTMSm0g6wI2otbKpNO6I7SE9i_e8Y2E99RSP7BcarNwPbOiEs9LEUieh7iX7j2y1HDRRh1BhYfo-zJA/w640-h480/IMG_4229.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9APOc8_IsnEbRVAS0vEtgyXYOzVQBC-5li229-O8gP83wfvNAlo8K6sKP9QMT8SBAzzfcA7zEGuF-6Gai8H11ewAsXw0AlMpvlg8A2ENemGfS1CFb6TysNmVxNvk5HqXLPXcaYuRPZcGI-phMkONOpdpeOaboL21JJrGPfpq24FVsHWmlWxYUwg/s4032/IMG_4230.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9APOc8_IsnEbRVAS0vEtgyXYOzVQBC-5li229-O8gP83wfvNAlo8K6sKP9QMT8SBAzzfcA7zEGuF-6Gai8H11ewAsXw0AlMpvlg8A2ENemGfS1CFb6TysNmVxNvk5HqXLPXcaYuRPZcGI-phMkONOpdpeOaboL21JJrGPfpq24FVsHWmlWxYUwg/s320/IMG_4230.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what happens when I give him his ADHD medication. It does work well, but then I have a mopey kid for awhile. I might try a lower dose. He's still so cute though! It does wear off by dinnertime. And then he perks right up and runs around as normal.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLHuMQHkE5xNUij97SbHV2ed5WJoFfTy3YOu_b3UjqbGyaY0umKhqibxLd8LvhXjdJYC8wVEHVx_z56A1MpfaYMaj3oYJiN8KCfK460dORyZrN7OwOda-ZmaYHR03t6HrJ5OI-uje1Mw-lpp3piJJRVBfQd-2e7WKi8XXz4d6GkI3AgdkNkHS5g/s4032/IMG_4231.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLHuMQHkE5xNUij97SbHV2ed5WJoFfTy3YOu_b3UjqbGyaY0umKhqibxLd8LvhXjdJYC8wVEHVx_z56A1MpfaYMaj3oYJiN8KCfK460dORyZrN7OwOda-ZmaYHR03t6HrJ5OI-uje1Mw-lpp3piJJRVBfQd-2e7WKi8XXz4d6GkI3AgdkNkHS5g/w480-h640/IMG_4231.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stretching before class. I almost forgot that it was my turn to take him to class! But, we were still the first ones to get there. Although Mr. Uriah had to retie his belt for me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCT5jUUTP9FMG5Tht1ctYRO4ASqzgAJq9WQlWcq8b0dh8A-x3Kmie14aXBZqg4RrJJW2d9YdFhQdekkh6rvzh94LCC-AAeMDvjW9TUBTD0aPvjgPdW1rHxcuyL6wY-TQOT8ioBp9CKlMkhW2RNEqvrs5EXktLVX4lcfckCPMbEIhQVfapM7oboSw/s4032/IMG_4232.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCT5jUUTP9FMG5Tht1ctYRO4ASqzgAJq9WQlWcq8b0dh8A-x3Kmie14aXBZqg4RrJJW2d9YdFhQdekkh6rvzh94LCC-AAeMDvjW9TUBTD0aPvjgPdW1rHxcuyL6wY-TQOT8ioBp9CKlMkhW2RNEqvrs5EXktLVX4lcfckCPMbEIhQVfapM7oboSw/w300-h400/IMG_4232.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjZSTGItdFbqqUUuYJzHplNeze4Z-LKa1FVxmYREYcaNDzs-fVD2uO5vkMKYdBUqJNuFj5dvaTN0sVUvTrd10WdXkvu2vfveJ78El8S6U8dtfs4LA4yTFJuzDNITXbZdKcKu4WF1r36B9ab2FFefUnd82Mxkg7skOO7uy4mgMw7Cxr-TQBL2-kw/s3520/IMG_4233.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjZSTGItdFbqqUUuYJzHplNeze4Z-LKa1FVxmYREYcaNDzs-fVD2uO5vkMKYdBUqJNuFj5dvaTN0sVUvTrd10WdXkvu2vfveJ78El8S6U8dtfs4LA4yTFJuzDNITXbZdKcKu4WF1r36B9ab2FFefUnd82Mxkg7skOO7uy4mgMw7Cxr-TQBL2-kw/w360-h640/IMG_4233.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Uriah helped with Abishai's wheelbarrow. Abishai went down the mat and back!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmcVsqGlb4IeeS_CYSRtOj_1ppATVNLzj9Tgu6Ht4rKBYbOxFUS07a8fE6gLfqgmk5WMFp4OpLg3p_D7Iwpw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSpA0mJlGWzRwvMJvKFfyhAwZAi3l3urhnkbkyfwZJzByycAp0qzndQf-7XhxBE3NT4EtxyRpKKcYR3gROAfaPwn778HsVnmeZE5sykEfOguCuRYLNp-DF1wJh-yDyNIO6nX0BmJprr3flj70LQa-twjqrTsN7KnmhJcmyCNACKxxIcXggKE8jA/s4032/IMG_4235.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguSpA0mJlGWzRwvMJvKFfyhAwZAi3l3urhnkbkyfwZJzByycAp0qzndQf-7XhxBE3NT4EtxyRpKKcYR3gROAfaPwn778HsVnmeZE5sykEfOguCuRYLNp-DF1wJh-yDyNIO6nX0BmJprr3flj70LQa-twjqrTsN7KnmhJcmyCNACKxxIcXggKE8jA/w480-h640/IMG_4235.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's getting pretty good at basketball at this level.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83QPOCHX4Z9cgKZESzENNsdAvII5UiXSJrqU4Q5SMgSLteqEQwPdnxFSi6r4yjFscxwDxX0PUNNSciYez9cCMq7Xkg7LjKm22pYxn7b3U7Ob4KeUPGAWHBr6Cf72nQVAl4Tbr23Xca6X3xftnwvT35A5cPbb1nbBq7STE3yYD_3j7oKiiVwP7KQ/s4032/IMG_4237.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83QPOCHX4Z9cgKZESzENNsdAvII5UiXSJrqU4Q5SMgSLteqEQwPdnxFSi6r4yjFscxwDxX0PUNNSciYez9cCMq7Xkg7LjKm22pYxn7b3U7Ob4KeUPGAWHBr6Cf72nQVAl4Tbr23Xca6X3xftnwvT35A5cPbb1nbBq7STE3yYD_3j7oKiiVwP7KQ/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah stopped by to drop off this box of fireworks. He had gone to several fireworks stores and tents one day to find the best deals and then today, took Ethan with him to make his purchases. This load cost him a little over $300, so not bad. He's so excited about this! He asked Dad if he could put it in our garage because he didn't want to make Grandpa nervous by putting it Grandpa garage. It would have been safer over there because there's no curious little fingers over there, but whatever. As long as I close the box and put something on top of it, it will be fine. The 4th of July is only two weeks away anyway. Should be a lot of fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Tuesday</p><p>- Piano tuner said don't open windows! He also said our piano was way, way off! And he was right, the twanginess is completely gone and it sounds so clear! If even I can hear the difference, you KNOW something is majorly wrong. I grew up playing on an out of tune piano and so my ear training was never done well. That is why I can't sing or play by ear. With all the money coming in, to this day, I do not understand why my parents wouldn't spend the money to fix our piano's sustain pedal (the main piano pedal that makes everything sound smooth) and get it in tune once or twice a year. Maybe because our house was so messy and it was hard to get to? The piano was at the front of the house so it wasn't that bad. It was on the outside wall though, which is a big no no because of the range of temperatures and humidity in the walls. It had been 2 years since our last tuning. Perhaps I had gotten it tuned right before Covid hit though. I'm sure we didn't do it during Covid. But, it's done now, and sounds wonderful, and I feel better about it. An as a piano teacher, I insist on students having a piano that is tune or use a keyboard and, I insist that we work on theory and ear training. And I teach them the tricks about getting it tuned at least once, if not twice a year in Indiana because of our variable weather. And keeping it on an inside wall. It's an expensive instrument. Treat it as such. #saynototwang That cost me $120<br /></p><p>- Meanwhile I worked on the paperwork for Keturah's passport. I had almost everything done last night but then it asked me about her old passport and I didn't have that one hand and Jared was already in bed. So I finished that off, made copies of what I needed to, cleaned up the folder and then made an appointment for the post office to get the photo done and final check before we send it off. Both Jared and I have to be at the appointment to show our ID's and prove that we are her parents and prove her identity. I made the appointment for noon not knowing that Jared has a big lunch to celebrate e2's 10th anniversary tomorrow. Well, it would have been nice to know that in advance and I tried to ask them yesterday but he never responded to my questions yesterday because they buried in my "griping." Well, sorry, I need to write down and share thoughts. I tried to break things up. You could have read it all last night and responded last night. But that's not how he rolls. Anyway, the appointment is now set and the passport folder is at the door. And this is going to cost us at least $210 plus the cost of the photos $15 plus the priority envelope and postage. Because we have to expedite it. Because of last minute plans. Just like Justin's passport that he's now not going to use and probably won't use within the next 4 years and thus we wasted that $210+. And it all comes out of our normal budget monies. Sigh. We are broke.</p><p>- And I am sleepy. I need to wake up. I'm trying to be on point today and get some things done before our counseling appointment. We have that, then supper, then watch Obi-Wan. Then I can add photos and videos for the last 4 days. I haven't actually checked the photos and videos on the DVD's for 3 1/2 weeks. It makes me nervous and it's also cluttering my desk. And being sleepy isn't helping my mood either. I can't think straight. I can't enjoy life. I must get to bed earlier. I saw it every night and then every night, I'm late getting on my computer and I'm really behind and I don't get enough time to myself. And I don't want to go to sleep. Vicious cycle. But I have to get up now and go sort things out with Jared again. While the kids watch their screens for hours on end. I can't wait to get the pool up, so I can send them outside. But when I went to find out when Jared is available, I found out he's busy all week with e2's 10th anniversary stuff and I wasn't invited to the party. And that's not fair. Leah's invited. Jared doesn't think it's important for me to know, except, we have appointments and things to do at home during the day that he needs to be home for. So I need to know his schedule. He was at friend of our's house all day yesterday doing yard work so while I was texting him for hours on end, he couldn't respond. So he just shut off his phone. Had I known what he was actually doing, maybe I wouldn't have texted him like that. He missed vital information because he did that. He said something about doing yard work but gave me no details about where he'd be or for whom or for how long. Abishai could have been the water boy or something. Sigh. Communication would be wonderful, dear.</p><p>- I did get rid of several small bags of stuff via the local Facebook free stuff page today! Woot! Woot! Now stuff won't go waste! <br /></p><p>- Happy 10th anniversary week, e2!<br /></p><p>- Counseling was fine. Dinner was fine. Obi-wan was fine. Explosion with Jared after that.</p><p>- I had Keturah and Justin help set up a redneck backyard water slide for Abishai tonight that we will use more tomorrow. We put the slip and slide at the end of the regular slide. I then washed out the regular slide because it was full of bird poop. Jared helped with getting some water from the sprinkler on it and get it rinsed out. And then he also helped keep the water flowing so Abishai could easily slide down on it. I'll probably take the sprinkler head off of it tomorrow and put the hose at the top of the slide like I used to do as a kid and what we used to do in Beech Grove. I had hoped Keturah and Justin would stay outside to see all the fun Abishai had because they had literally been holed up in their rooms all day, but oh well. Tomorrow, I'm keeping their wifi's off until 3 pm. They are going to find something else in the world to do besides their screens.</p><p>- Keturah and I will be going with Jared to do her passport and Justin is tackling his Lego table. No excuses. I'm tired of the screens all day thing. I should be doing the sunroom but I know Justin is going to need help, too, so we'll see. I need to get everything out of the way for Rick May to come and look at the electrical outlets for the pool. I tried to pin Jared down for a time, but he's not being helpful. I'll just do it myself. He's now mad at me for whatever griping I did via text yesterday. I was just trying to share my thought process. He's just being a punk about it. I confronted him about some other things he said that he's tender about and now he won't talk. Great. We lasted this long. And now he completely shut down again. Don't tell me I'm the only one who hides and shuts down. Good bye then. Go huff and chuff and blow someone's house down. You obviously have some issues you are hiding from yourself. Sigh. Life moves on. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZvidSbqv6XeMiynghzRXOSJ1EyQ2xxjO1xYn_BRha9m1TqZqanihiZbMYV5AZSSe1wsQGLeRyIBb1Y_lPyvf_Uih-oDzDlb9P3ZjH6PWOJ7fENL6EqF41__sBJJvD4c_7yRVOrlTAnaCHWEAMEGfPbDEAQ5r4E5KGHZmg7hFpP9YKkxosSJBlA/s4032/IMG_4242.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZvidSbqv6XeMiynghzRXOSJ1EyQ2xxjO1xYn_BRha9m1TqZqanihiZbMYV5AZSSe1wsQGLeRyIBb1Y_lPyvf_Uih-oDzDlb9P3ZjH6PWOJ7fENL6EqF41__sBJJvD4c_7yRVOrlTAnaCHWEAMEGfPbDEAQ5r4E5KGHZmg7hFpP9YKkxosSJBlA/s320/IMG_4242.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Abishai gets his medication and his more mopey, he tends to read more. So today he spread out his books all over the floor. This was also before I had to go through the living room and take the toys out that doesn't belong there. Socks is loving this area where he gets the benefit of both the white fan in the one corner, the a/c vent in the middle, and the black fan from down the hallway in our room. Sleepy dog all the day long, just like an elderly person.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TDqpMH76KMWDIV7b0IzXEt8Ec82FTBcPFkfqwwJRsAavH38i7priqKcOXvfpyU7dzIccn9Jh-q41CIhuD8PQZmRT3FlmnqGFjgRVvinwD8HpwbbddUAzatLj6ZVUSvLXFFLJfDhHI1ORBoeLAWDsDL0Ou78A9Dlc8TYNB-zxJZu-dMzX9hulmw/s1792/IMG_4243.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-TDqpMH76KMWDIV7b0IzXEt8Ec82FTBcPFkfqwwJRsAavH38i7priqKcOXvfpyU7dzIccn9Jh-q41CIhuD8PQZmRT3FlmnqGFjgRVvinwD8HpwbbddUAzatLj6ZVUSvLXFFLJfDhHI1ORBoeLAWDsDL0Ou78A9Dlc8TYNB-zxJZu-dMzX9hulmw/w296-h640/IMG_4243.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Summer Solstice, longest day of the year! 15 hrs of daylight!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFCpyRaE7hJQkHw4MCTlFvrWOtBanG6BbqFZ6VrOwMrHZ1p6ornS3JARasaPJWzxzQ2IuQ4O8qfeLWRJyqzKVgp30fk9E2cLqWxoTUVgxTWSerc8DbAWaphGEYoqeyiI3Yp_zIfJqApzFNpqEK9r4ICZBdol2wS7g0GAtF_kd1NlgHPsteWXpAw/s1792/IMG_4244.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFCpyRaE7hJQkHw4MCTlFvrWOtBanG6BbqFZ6VrOwMrHZ1p6ornS3JARasaPJWzxzQ2IuQ4O8qfeLWRJyqzKVgp30fk9E2cLqWxoTUVgxTWSerc8DbAWaphGEYoqeyiI3Yp_zIfJqApzFNpqEK9r4ICZBdol2wS7g0GAtF_kd1NlgHPsteWXpAw/w296-h640/IMG_4244.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yikes! I know how I felt 8 days out from moving! She's moving about the same time I did 10 years ago. I'm sure her head is spinning. And come to find out, John, her fiance' is away right now. Ah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVoRVCtuOMicvkbRPYG4hXKpCeFTU7vu9YNGU93-iZ7cinOiST3wz4oxFBj-NyIPpkSmewdv8VwgZB-PrFVUXmh8ADHTgebjbJ5T5Qdye_qAdV9s4urgcfelQUpFW1BAgQannePjsjc7_t1jzLv965LS2shLGSqBjWHX92HdTEzm2JlzmZoa9lg/s3520/IMG_4250.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVoRVCtuOMicvkbRPYG4hXKpCeFTU7vu9YNGU93-iZ7cinOiST3wz4oxFBj-NyIPpkSmewdv8VwgZB-PrFVUXmh8ADHTgebjbJ5T5Qdye_qAdV9s4urgcfelQUpFW1BAgQannePjsjc7_t1jzLv965LS2shLGSqBjWHX92HdTEzm2JlzmZoa9lg/w360-h640/IMG_4250.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tonight we went outside with Abishai and made that redneck waterslide using the slip and slide, the hose/sprinkler and the waterslide. It worked pretty well and he loved it! I wish Keturah and/or Justin had stayed outside to watch. It was really nice outside this evening. They just like their comfy beds too much.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRW0YN9YaM6KWUBJ8URBxzalT616PyOMNlG2vRfL8RLLqBoMpMtijBP-_2cWsCm5CUoNDCXvOOlSU-SN80PrbINqt0n5UnMHdkE9OjlCKHy52XhC5cEDp50qiH_7Nn-7dMt446sc10qobN8leNmCvfpVsjydVxoR72yjQjtHheWrIJ9Bj2JxDXDQ/s4032/IMG_4252.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRW0YN9YaM6KWUBJ8URBxzalT616PyOMNlG2vRfL8RLLqBoMpMtijBP-_2cWsCm5CUoNDCXvOOlSU-SN80PrbINqt0n5UnMHdkE9OjlCKHy52XhC5cEDp50qiH_7Nn-7dMt446sc10qobN8leNmCvfpVsjydVxoR72yjQjtHheWrIJ9Bj2JxDXDQ/w480-h640/IMG_4252.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6rGdqairEogZUY1BVVQUDQAXg7r8U-YVpH-bVqNipQkU4MeyToIuKWMggChcvRxjsrYneK9cu_akomkyjMnzxzclsZM1lWGNsFkrgsvaWj_SweewvRlMLGPAPfqSsv1HnmjMrMF7IQ-NCqvlwNLAvIWR09RneOTIr_yM5HMN6apcpVrrfyjzLIw/s4032/IMG_4253.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Jared burned the whole thing and reseeded it and this is what we got so far. Not bad. We haven't had much rain.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrKl4NEXu9jtW8cOyYuCWyWsWA7Woxe4ud66cwcJNoInAWeq3Ld5rVhrf9IPowKapxLRDxmMa69QJm2eWiwz6AS8pABI8MTFB-f4MfytIUm_DD4Ty5c93_sjcesqH91NDpKKmHsFaOHIDl9ROuEGweruTi7KdEnPiU77dgS0p97E1Ob8ngBKgkw/s4032/IMG_4259.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrKl4NEXu9jtW8cOyYuCWyWsWA7Woxe4ud66cwcJNoInAWeq3Ld5rVhrf9IPowKapxLRDxmMa69QJm2eWiwz6AS8pABI8MTFB-f4MfytIUm_DD4Ty5c93_sjcesqH91NDpKKmHsFaOHIDl9ROuEGweruTi7KdEnPiU77dgS0p97E1Ob8ngBKgkw/w480-h640/IMG_4259.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzCRxhKWpo1gBrwQAbchf1cBA7rPQ_xKJzZBBCbLBNl3uw9CAXgPnO0WsYi7a4QDtFCjfhh5SdSY7AIBw-tbAH_KsGJ40w7ubwOImONDjRPktQbUfSMdqtEWEkT9yBE-p4-QhwKNUhrJyduwjPVxQWgjJdd4_tnIpK6J3ygrIigcLqUVs32MMOg/s4032/IMG_4261.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwzCRxhKWpo1gBrwQAbchf1cBA7rPQ_xKJzZBBCbLBNl3uw9CAXgPnO0WsYi7a4QDtFCjfhh5SdSY7AIBw-tbAH_KsGJ40w7ubwOImONDjRPktQbUfSMdqtEWEkT9yBE-p4-QhwKNUhrJyduwjPVxQWgjJdd4_tnIpK6J3ygrIigcLqUVs32MMOg/w480-h640/IMG_4261.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bamboo is thickening up and getting a bit wild. And it looks there's some more weeds to pull.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzTsPu0RjfWqHu2xrQOS9vs4agBx0O3bmQ_CA3OkV2gwlOyajtDGy-Rnf4pTzXjKOr9oTpBVcLrP5nFjJXhm18kbVUOwiub94eN1gFIy7nvGZCinfaah2_v4T7a-3S7y0GdMk9Ox0rysYFzszXaEZy13__iYYMTVz0Tp3UW9uhamCc0mSPMmeHA/s4032/IMG_4262.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTzTsPu0RjfWqHu2xrQOS9vs4agBx0O3bmQ_CA3OkV2gwlOyajtDGy-Rnf4pTzXjKOr9oTpBVcLrP5nFjJXhm18kbVUOwiub94eN1gFIy7nvGZCinfaah2_v4T7a-3S7y0GdMk9Ox0rysYFzszXaEZy13__iYYMTVz0Tp3UW9uhamCc0mSPMmeHA/s320/IMG_4262.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy helped keep the entertainment going.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNNaV3I9feXQstZzPAJ3W08esgBGcQHp9SBt85RwpD8oH4HXNFD6op5Z1YvnXEN2HMM_QVNDyUiBMOX6I1NA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyNJTP2cUM6julVJIbdH6QX80p74jMcO2lc4MpuFujOOK37aI3YVZYK9XO3AJGugOPQNCQ-Q7Dtyh79mVFcvg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsolvYWTxT-kWnPDVIxrAiTDXoZfU2uEBnJ1NWOR8cFRvtNGmpqsFm0nOlnDHoPoqxD_OHd5nFzedhlpa-kg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHPQcgTbykptufF8XGhvZ5ZdB_yqNhKoFOVtrXTTQGbzSHCCJvoW6HNwFmjt1oMxS6AsW44YXod0Vw7Mg9hQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxD-9-fRqxdZLfUcGVOpao-noJ1cdJo823s97jlbpUWCPLwYsaR9-CVKbz82sEUU5s_LZwZERk4Qo9dG9RqGA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Wednesday - Work, work, work!</p><p>- Today I made the kids work! I held them to the "no screen until 3" rule and made them do other things. Keturah played Monopoly, Justin cleaned up his Lego table, and Abishai helped me clean up the sunroom. I was basically off of my screen for most of the day. Which means tomorrow is a screen day for me. I've got to finish putting all the photos and captions together for the blog posts. And I have a couple of phone calls to make. I might even work on IAHE stuff. We'll see. I'll need to rest a bit after today. And I still have a bit more to go! It's only 6:30pm but I still have to take Kya halfway home and meet Kellie at the gas station in New Pal for 7:30pm, then I have to take Justin to the Goodwill between 7:45/8pm on Emerson and Southport to meet up with his group so they can buy shirts probably for Move (and then they will move on to Culver's near the bank), and then take Keturah to Ritter's for the 8pm late night thing again until 9pm. I'll probably go home when she's done. Then I'll see Jared out to go collect Justin when he's done because he's supposed to be at Culver's at 9 until 10 maybe and I want to be done. Meanwhile Jared is doing Abishai's Tang Soo now until 7:15ish. Technically I guess he could do all the driving and come home in time to still put Abishai to bed but then he has no time with Abishai, so I volunteered. I haven't sat down all day, so I don't mind sitting and driving I guess. </p><p>- Let's see. First, I opened the door to the refrigerator and noticed that there was tons of cake and cheesecake there. Uh, when did that appear last night? I didn't hear Leah drop food of from the fundraising dinner. Or maybe because the windows from my desk to the house were closed she did and I wasn't paying attention. Ok, that's nice, dessert. Let me just go put these in the other fridge. Well, I go to do that and wham, there's 5 huge serving dishes of other leftovers from the same dinner in the other fridge. Ok then. I guess this makes sense now. I guess I'll put the sweet things back were they were. Now, I've got power in my hands. Because, the next thing I did was I walked down the hallways and said in a loud voice, "Justin, Keturah, there is a ton of cake and cheesecake in the fridge for breakfast!" (it was 9am at this point) And I kid you not, the pair of them were in the kitchen IN 30 SECONDS getting cake and cheesecake. OH MY WORD so THAT'S the MAGIC WORDS. Good grief! I finally found what will get them out of bed! Keturah said she didn't believe me so she got up to see if I was right, lol. Justin had already been up because he drove with Dad. He finally hit the 20 daylight hours mark. Halfway there, woot! Woot! But yes, feed the teenagers sugar and they will come running! Lol!</p><p>- The projects that got done today were Justin's Lego table, sorting the toys in the back room, and cleaning the floor in the back room. For Justin, it only took him about 30 minutes to arrange his big sets by themes, dusting as he went. I don't know why this was so hard for him to do these past 6 months! He had to take all of Legos that Abishai had put there and gather them so I could take them to Abishai's Lego table and sort them with him. He had to put the empty Lego boxes in places to be stored as collector's items. And he had to dump any garbage that accumulated. That's all. He did most of the work and then I came through, doing a bit more dusting, picking other things up off the floor like dirty kleenex, checking thoroughly for any missed sets or random Lego pieces or an odds and ends box. I emptied the trash can which was really full. I took pictures of Benaiah's shelves to send to him because we had talked about him taking his stuff. I then put back what we had removed so Justin could reach his table better. Some of that stuff belongs in the sunroom and will return after we get that project complete. </p><p>- Meanwhile, Abishai and I started on sorting out all the cars and trucks and stuff on the floor in the sunroom. What a mess! This project took me nearly two hours! We had Micro Machines, Hot Wheels, Matchbox, cars for Floyd's bin, Geotrax, cars for our random bin, random stuff, train tracks for the plastic Thomas toy, a marble, books, dress up clothes, stuff from the outdoor toy bins, swimming stuff, etc. And among these things were tons of dog hair, dead flies, possible mouse poo in the corner, spider webs, other dead bugs, dust, etc. How that much dog hair made it to the floor when it was totally covered in toys, I don't know. Abishai of course just wanted to play. But I made him help. I didn't get rid of anything on this round. First I needed to sort the toys into their bins and then take the bins that we keep out to the shed and out of the way so we know what's left to decide on. And that will wait until another day. The space is now open up enough where I can move the bookshelf away from that outlet and Rick can look at it and turn it around to be on the outside if he decides that the one he'll do. Now, to expose the other outlet, I just need help to move all my boxes into the fireside room. We need to make a line of some sort, like a fire brigrade. Oo, that would make a good project for Saturday when Keturah and Justin are both home doing nothing. There's a lot of odds and ends I need to tackle among those boxes before the end of summer. But I kind of went from front of the house to back of the house on my project list so we're getting there. I was also procrastinating because of the heat, and some of it I just don't want to go through. There's no deadline for this stuff either. It's a "closet" so it doesn't matter too much. The "aisle" has gotten too full though and it needs some condensing. But if I can ever get caught up on the blog, maybe I can tackle it. </p><p>- We've already done a ton of projects and fun things so far this first month of summer. I think we've had a great balance between play days, rest days, and project days. I'm not worried about when we get the pool up just as long as we continue to work steadily towards that goal. We purchased it at least. That's the biggest step, the decision was made, it's here, and we have the action plan. We just need to execute it. Just like the big bathroom. We made our decisions, we bought the paint, and now we just need to go for it. Perhaps Gary and Jared can work on it during their off week, the week of the 4th of July. Hm. Again, we'll get there. Steady on.</p><p>- So, that was projects. Oh! Then, Jared and I took Keturah to get her passport done. And it was the easiest one yet! I had all the paperwork ready, including all the right copies, and all the right documents. She got her photo done easily. We filled out our check to the government for $175 and paid the USPS $60 for postage and the photos and handling all of it. Gary is helping to pay for it. We did go ahead and expedite it although the cashier said it's been coming back pretty quickly. We did the same for Justin a year ago and it was pretty quick. We got the passport book and card. And all told, we were gone for maybe 90 minutes. Easy peasy. Pretty exciting! Keturah is going to Israel with her aunt, uncle, and girl cousins, and grandma and grandpa. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but the maturity level in her paragraphs she wrote, and the growth she's had spiritually and mentally shows me she's ready. She did run over to her friends quickly when we were at Ritter's, so that's a good sign. This will dramatically change her more than any CIY trip ever could. Something she will have done before her brothers did. A unique trip with her grandparents, a memory of a lifetime. I'm super nervous about it, all the regular nervous feelings of having your kids overseas. But I'm glad she's going and not Justin. She's the most normal one, mentally, and can speak up for herself. I don't need to worry about that part of things. But still. Sigh. It's 4 months away. I can put the worry aside for now and focus on the next couple of weeks.</p><p>- We got back and Kellie and Kya came over. Kellie stayed for a quick visit and then she went home to work on her projects and I went on to work on mine. Normal afternoon and dinner. Jared took Abishai to Tang Soo Do. They got home and I left to do the run around. Everything went to plan, at least we thought. As I was sitting there enjoying my mint chocolate chip frozen custard shake, Justin texted me and said, "Nobody's here. I think I'm at the wrong Goodwill. Here's the photo Ron sent me." Child, you should have sent the photo to me beforehand so I made sure we went to the right place. So, I drove over and picked him and dropped him off at the other Goodwill, which was just a smidge beyond the frozen custard place. Then I went back to the frozen custard place to wait for Keturah to be done. Mind you, this stretch of Emerson, between Southport Rd. and County Line is AWFUL. It was awful before construction took place and it is doubly awful with all the construction. So there's too Goodwills within maybe 2 miles of each other on the same road. And then two Culver's on that same road, maybe 5 miles apart. Ridiculous. After Goodwill, Justin got a ride to Culver's. Well, he told me they would be at Culver's from 9-10pm. So, I took Keturah home at 9pm and said that Dad will be the one to go out and pick Justin up at 10pm. Well, Justin texted at 9:35 and said, "Where are you? We were done at 9." Um, that's not what you told me before. Sigh. I was over it. It's so hard for me to be patient with innocent mistakes like this. It's just miscommunication and we all do it, some more than others. People with inattentive ADHD do it much more often. And I have zero grace for it. I go into parent training mode way too face and lecture him instead. I should be building him up and saying, "It's ok buddy, we all make these mistakes." Instead, I blame him for not being able to have a car yet or not having friends that could drive him. I make him feel guilty. And that's not healthy. He needs love in those moments, and I fail...every....single....time. Grr. Poor guy. He just needs to learn these mistakes on his own, too. And last night, I think he did. I'm sure he was embarrassed. But he had a good time and found some retro clothing to wear for retro night so he was happy once he got home. </p><p>- And then I crashed and binge watched my show until 4 in the morning. Because, I'm the idiot. But, now the front room has a clear floor all the way around the Lego table. The fireside room could be set up in less than 5 minutes, and I can get from my computer the rest of the house without tripping over toys and we can get to the windows and the electrical outlet and the book case and all the other wonderful toys on the taller bookshelf. The whole blue nautical rug is completely clear of boxes! And I don't feel as claustrophobic at my desk! Or dirty! I vacuumed everything really carefully with the house. That was a ton of work today, but worth it was worth it!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-O711pCh9znfyvUi2YoHCwQW-WIylS6aShK8PA9vRi_9tpsJq9ROJxPPcRJf_Trikh7TDrQfsETNFkPh7gGSHTcI6qWvAZlB6duTgKqLBZQpF3Go_IH33-xyr0f8GkqZmB656LhpU28hd2sXatAXVPPEPLebu0IEZwA5eVKvdeNxnDvGY8UsGg/s4032/IMG_4264.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq-O711pCh9znfyvUi2YoHCwQW-WIylS6aShK8PA9vRi_9tpsJq9ROJxPPcRJf_Trikh7TDrQfsETNFkPh7gGSHTcI6qWvAZlB6duTgKqLBZQpF3Go_IH33-xyr0f8GkqZmB656LhpU28hd2sXatAXVPPEPLebu0IEZwA5eVKvdeNxnDvGY8UsGg/s320/IMG_4264.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, now we all know what gets teens out of bed! Just stand in the hallway and call out, "There's cake and cheesecake in the fridge!" And within 30 seconds, I kid you not, these two were standing at the counter like this, food in hand. Keturah didn't believe me because the cheesecake was delivered after she went to bed (it was from a fundraising dinner last night). Good grief, you two!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EoNrvqnPgEm10E15A7qWamgDiIfZrJmWr_hx8CnIYJDYCXxhdpmfFEUyF2RqUjzwC8m_9GKvK8x5Iy9ihYDPoDK7aK8bTBu0_-Q9PrF0nkeM3oVFALpNp3jjh_Ev7NfMgyCP3jAIcX0gVltSZwwGX6M64X1La2w-zGRsTNmNE2I4Q7RjZuQrHg/s4032/IMG_4265.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EoNrvqnPgEm10E15A7qWamgDiIfZrJmWr_hx8CnIYJDYCXxhdpmfFEUyF2RqUjzwC8m_9GKvK8x5Iy9ihYDPoDK7aK8bTBu0_-Q9PrF0nkeM3oVFALpNp3jjh_Ev7NfMgyCP3jAIcX0gVltSZwwGX6M64X1La2w-zGRsTNmNE2I4Q7RjZuQrHg/s320/IMG_4265.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since there's been way too much screen time lately, it's time to get some organizational projects done. I have mine, but I can supervise theirs. First up for Justin is his Lego table. He has to sort out his sets into themes, dust them, decide on where he'll put each theme, and then remove Abishai's extra Legos he tends to just leave here. This is how it looks mid process.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdaVwVyi07SU1Cg1tcsn_GNXies05HSf2ue3Tol--fj6ePjTmnEH1f1YPioCwBeeMMCV81quz0BXHk1g7vvqOmpS5LLPL78QpNZ6GzOrfKbI0FmpFQx6uXgs74CchTCmqfl5j5qjIutaJj8wfw3Cfna9r1_onreD1IUtlq9TwIyuL58exCWEHog/s4032/IMG_4266.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPdaVwVyi07SU1Cg1tcsn_GNXies05HSf2ue3Tol--fj6ePjTmnEH1f1YPioCwBeeMMCV81quz0BXHk1g7vvqOmpS5LLPL78QpNZ6GzOrfKbI0FmpFQx6uXgs74CchTCmqfl5j5qjIutaJj8wfw3Cfna9r1_onreD1IUtlq9TwIyuL58exCWEHog/s320/IMG_4266.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai decided it was a good morning to go out and get some fresh air before it got too hot. He looks so big up there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlQuOSPWkNZdDInkr7B7-SBDkcgvQ3X1nrpxE6DnI8twR3MGphci7NIbFelRJR_cX5LgyuevkjG494fA3xmC_AaAljcKEbqAqgIreH0ST0LmhSpvHgfDj9X3KWXLFYOQQP4LRNvIp-LuClPvfE3kmR-6IMB7HnlO4oCdAsGZl6G6gvQ4nDj4-MA/s3520/IMG_4267.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlQuOSPWkNZdDInkr7B7-SBDkcgvQ3X1nrpxE6DnI8twR3MGphci7NIbFelRJR_cX5LgyuevkjG494fA3xmC_AaAljcKEbqAqgIreH0ST0LmhSpvHgfDj9X3KWXLFYOQQP4LRNvIp-LuClPvfE3kmR-6IMB7HnlO4oCdAsGZl6G6gvQ4nDj4-MA/s320/IMG_4267.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPbrLQ88Lb4x88vvPIL_AvKzaaMrMm4_vtuIKLXYwQzJAansesyrKV8ijPUU8TjjpCb9ixV07XVsNKPUte1g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUBLup72kCL7XIHbwRUaPOs4U8XMaDk7T3tAU5EPx6JYplsbeqx7NTwoRSBECOXLBd1KMv8izRq5enc37VKMuFXAq6g1u0SQZLh4on2MZIAO_M573VkPMv1V89osGVoDj52BfrAnPKhTgAh3KU_kCRLcBufoc1WvMEVpQuokLYQfne9wA_YNrDA/s4032/IMG_4270.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUBLup72kCL7XIHbwRUaPOs4U8XMaDk7T3tAU5EPx6JYplsbeqx7NTwoRSBECOXLBd1KMv8izRq5enc37VKMuFXAq6g1u0SQZLh4on2MZIAO_M573VkPMv1V89osGVoDj52BfrAnPKhTgAh3KU_kCRLcBufoc1WvMEVpQuokLYQfne9wA_YNrDA/s320/IMG_4270.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah was talking about purging his toys and getting a bookshelf of his own for Legos or building one, so I sent him these pics to remind him of what he has at home on these particular shelves. I think he still has a box or two of stuff in the garage. Here's some Legos that he does want for sure.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsV6-4XScohgrogwpPhKEeCgU9o5WKuWwtZGa8HVF3Ho2lcoOE9mCkZEcDBpsi21zjRQCxdT8Y4TJitKG-8Eo9E4bCWDlCfX6bO4klqskwxXj617XdhifGZThD6polAaPQbiZ804cKwoZN_hThezMR6xXyip7pGA6t3p5twQaGu4UyF9PTruqKFw/s4032/IMG_4271.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsV6-4XScohgrogwpPhKEeCgU9o5WKuWwtZGa8HVF3Ho2lcoOE9mCkZEcDBpsi21zjRQCxdT8Y4TJitKG-8Eo9E4bCWDlCfX6bO4klqskwxXj617XdhifGZThD6polAaPQbiZ804cKwoZN_hThezMR6xXyip7pGA6t3p5twQaGu4UyF9PTruqKFw/s320/IMG_4271.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then his cubes he'll want, maybe the Lego box. Iffy on the water bottles.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKESq4_AvCsTsIxyplScf17s6YPx0ksm2H0XtWfpbKmLq1Nt4ZKYBG2i5lLwYv8MFKkLo0PwItp56YFUj_HdlDu9g4XW3g6hYcB7pBXmrF5T_YFKBHLmXwOn267yBSVnTBYmVIPm9fVtmy2UnLd9aKThI-EKuFGbsBJxz3liOOEV0_CFvgRMmrw/s4032/IMG_4272.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKESq4_AvCsTsIxyplScf17s6YPx0ksm2H0XtWfpbKmLq1Nt4ZKYBG2i5lLwYv8MFKkLo0PwItp56YFUj_HdlDu9g4XW3g6hYcB7pBXmrF5T_YFKBHLmXwOn267yBSVnTBYmVIPm9fVtmy2UnLd9aKThI-EKuFGbsBJxz3liOOEV0_CFvgRMmrw/s320/IMG_4272.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Legos here actually belong to Justin, the Nemo tin Benaiah will probably want to get rid of, the hats, will probably go, and the conch shell is kind of a family thing. And then, Justin can put some of his Legos up on the shelf and make room for Abishai to display some of his Legos that we put in their boxes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEs_8aefGrEj0sKeeT-LwUbkyBFoTPq_28Ka2-JwWjnubyOmHW5f66bA0re_ucoDQXHGJMjx2LMk4NZka_kwO286gVsF99K4Kq5QVQ70Xm34l6WfrzwqLzmy5PA1cG7nSBVMRzw8LBUK3i97L_KCJUMJLjvOf84yAGyn3EtET74rYFzK60wXzyA/s4032/IMG_4273.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEs_8aefGrEj0sKeeT-LwUbkyBFoTPq_28Ka2-JwWjnubyOmHW5f66bA0re_ucoDQXHGJMjx2LMk4NZka_kwO286gVsF99K4Kq5QVQ70Xm34l6WfrzwqLzmy5PA1cG7nSBVMRzw8LBUK3i97L_KCJUMJLjvOf84yAGyn3EtET74rYFzK60wXzyA/w640-h480/IMG_4273.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The end result. I'm glad he took the time to dust. We did not do any organizing under the Lego table. The left side is all Star Wars. The right side has space and hot rods/racers. The blue spider thing is from the Ninjago series.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7E_hxAldisyw-QCDYq0rxGPmQ_6Cc5zSl7G_P7d363jE1Tw8ZiRMImyPrNqp4tChPpvL-6Q4A0qkNyQrzNS3duV6m_-mr9-xlNdDlZ7x5VmtFx61YtbLGO2ab8TzFi7mSY_8rd5-9otraF03TOulIGOBMCiCTiGD9MtdQU1TX7Zk8CJkUfi3tg/s4032/IMG_4274.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7E_hxAldisyw-QCDYq0rxGPmQ_6Cc5zSl7G_P7d363jE1Tw8ZiRMImyPrNqp4tChPpvL-6Q4A0qkNyQrzNS3duV6m_-mr9-xlNdDlZ7x5VmtFx61YtbLGO2ab8TzFi7mSY_8rd5-9otraF03TOulIGOBMCiCTiGD9MtdQU1TX7Zk8CJkUfi3tg/w480-h640/IMG_4274.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Minecraft with room for one more.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUo7XOHtp1-QHWwSder3XFYsNN9KMN4LBSg81q_9eBSIj2-5dnCiDkPdiFwOkPo17-yJ-gasYrWsJkarXt5YLsC2WTD7_n62xBNBm5H0uVtvDkCrU8fTaLCGbP_h4LcI5oV2OANNrk-rVuZoKdU1eTcVAeqatVlimYnJzehfVpzQ2YdR1K7Zi7g/s4032/IMG_4275.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUo7XOHtp1-QHWwSder3XFYsNN9KMN4LBSg81q_9eBSIj2-5dnCiDkPdiFwOkPo17-yJ-gasYrWsJkarXt5YLsC2WTD7_n62xBNBm5H0uVtvDkCrU8fTaLCGbP_h4LcI5oV2OANNrk-rVuZoKdU1eTcVAeqatVlimYnJzehfVpzQ2YdR1K7Zi7g/w480-h640/IMG_4275.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marvel on top and some random vehicles I think. And then non Lego things on the bottom with a spare shelf. I pulled a misc box of things we need to go through from that space.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAdE4usTSjkpNuNGJRJkjsSuciZPu97pDii6H2R2uqumGdlUX-qMGNTBAkgLRWVHTh5YTFHqo-tJIkNLxiPg_VJ8PdXGt9rQ_6x1jJl-aU2B73lQGwC29LOECzH68kk8PbTs5nLS_lPSKLSNQzLSlLX6-iSrVfz2Gw9-mtbfNztpnc5pH66NNOg/s4032/IMG_4276.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixAdE4usTSjkpNuNGJRJkjsSuciZPu97pDii6H2R2uqumGdlUX-qMGNTBAkgLRWVHTh5YTFHqo-tJIkNLxiPg_VJ8PdXGt9rQ_6x1jJl-aU2B73lQGwC29LOECzH68kk8PbTs5nLS_lPSKLSNQzLSlLX6-iSrVfz2Gw9-mtbfNztpnc5pH66NNOg/w640-h480/IMG_4276.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then of course the Overwatch collection complete with boxes because a real collector keeps the instructions and the boxes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPysMBow4F2P449r7J2gwWLY_kPR2mifnaUFsRdRlu2EodL3BQmHTO37Vxv7urFwvLi-KEabI3qTNxAIaNPM3eFxZYvhIqalPzyJuZVCvMJj9juoFPZmxJs8kkrW3qBBKBW930MWW0cp0az7YEM3NdsSmCN362Ydb7xO9O4auLcjUJphW7CRs9g/s4032/IMG_4277.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQPysMBow4F2P449r7J2gwWLY_kPR2mifnaUFsRdRlu2EodL3BQmHTO37Vxv7urFwvLi-KEabI3qTNxAIaNPM3eFxZYvhIqalPzyJuZVCvMJj9juoFPZmxJs8kkrW3qBBKBW930MWW0cp0az7YEM3NdsSmCN362Ydb7xO9O4auLcjUJphW7CRs9g/w640-h480/IMG_4277.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some more of the boxes. The rest of the boxes are under the table or on top of the third box.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqMBJoq99037BRfdNdvxSUu43mstL1gcHOF2ToiPILmCNldv6A0qaTo-OQuDZJXcJRbHKhnae2oaXoXVG1TSbLaQ_trJOXoPbSNBIgyHOXmoadcMD65nRTYlYD5poxQBAu1Nnv8lcZrW_7bqTiCDG3C8nkJAzK3hHHnpF066CGSyLvOs-f-AtgA/s4032/IMG_4278.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqMBJoq99037BRfdNdvxSUu43mstL1gcHOF2ToiPILmCNldv6A0qaTo-OQuDZJXcJRbHKhnae2oaXoXVG1TSbLaQ_trJOXoPbSNBIgyHOXmoadcMD65nRTYlYD5poxQBAu1Nnv8lcZrW_7bqTiCDG3C8nkJAzK3hHHnpF066CGSyLvOs-f-AtgA/w640-h480/IMG_4278.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">AND he wants more Star Wars big vehicle sets. Oi!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOZZTwc9Jcnj_MYQcISXVIU5GanrEC4FLN7HYdzFTUXjjtLIK_WySF0YyPwaK51CG4mLLJV6w2VL0IFz3xeSefrs3kePmjdlAyUqMujEASSdnv9Y7ms7gbq-mG2Go73k1jSVZ7AXNeYmv1OqKuQ-L0bp-6N4qyrQGawjqKNSpSOkXRlbrDDsSfA/s4032/IMG_4279.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOZZTwc9Jcnj_MYQcISXVIU5GanrEC4FLN7HYdzFTUXjjtLIK_WySF0YyPwaK51CG4mLLJV6w2VL0IFz3xeSefrs3kePmjdlAyUqMujEASSdnv9Y7ms7gbq-mG2Go73k1jSVZ7AXNeYmv1OqKuQ-L0bp-6N4qyrQGawjqKNSpSOkXRlbrDDsSfA/w640-h480/IMG_4279.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcD0sUsNROFgviB7V76fzw9f5bQ07nrr9aDYfY5Ndrz3hGziXQmpdYk8DNg2LuK7qBBMEec4TJKeHZSFbHhLKbv2RKxTAlDYAoX6IzTC4SVX8HB0oux0DGRTrMq6tqPpGghweQ5MGtM30i_Z-pMoKEw13Lj1frOp6cGJLqrjwtxJLxRXFcOHXFA/s4032/IMG_4280.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcD0sUsNROFgviB7V76fzw9f5bQ07nrr9aDYfY5Ndrz3hGziXQmpdYk8DNg2LuK7qBBMEec4TJKeHZSFbHhLKbv2RKxTAlDYAoX6IzTC4SVX8HB0oux0DGRTrMq6tqPpGghweQ5MGtM30i_Z-pMoKEw13Lj1frOp6cGJLqrjwtxJLxRXFcOHXFA/w480-h640/IMG_4280.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Easter lilies from last year finally grew again!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61n8eCgkCpUMbgJYpAjrQ2PMaAooOsq6sAbVIuAmeRsgVJ_XTOETeYVMbkaPZPSCrwD_PUY3xcqWsUZ1QvWaGIb69WOmnlVyWjvbma-slwolOphgtQFgzuXdcw7DNm2j-bhKP9lQuaiLlvU-6thnqKiPo9JbcKcj0q-uXxINVapiYg4vYi80xfg/s4032/IMG_4281.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61n8eCgkCpUMbgJYpAjrQ2PMaAooOsq6sAbVIuAmeRsgVJ_XTOETeYVMbkaPZPSCrwD_PUY3xcqWsUZ1QvWaGIb69WOmnlVyWjvbma-slwolOphgtQFgzuXdcw7DNm2j-bhKP9lQuaiLlvU-6thnqKiPo9JbcKcj0q-uXxINVapiYg4vYi80xfg/s320/IMG_4281.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah's passport photo. Poor girl immediately goes cross eyed without her glasses.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAL3vw8knw08QoVH3h8NHMPBGgShKJHAyxN2EjBU4KP_CGjcZT0ChC4hs1xoBegnnqME8XefbU-lbe07zgfU6PLB1oO2zSM_IsWtqsKqvLCi-1zR31mnDekMasO36-uMcNNN9XqK0-NaOR4Mc3RLLaVdh_2oha5nzJWWS86a9ICWRL_7OZEWSv7Q/s4032/IMG_4282.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAL3vw8knw08QoVH3h8NHMPBGgShKJHAyxN2EjBU4KP_CGjcZT0ChC4hs1xoBegnnqME8XefbU-lbe07zgfU6PLB1oO2zSM_IsWtqsKqvLCi-1zR31mnDekMasO36-uMcNNN9XqK0-NaOR4Mc3RLLaVdh_2oha5nzJWWS86a9ICWRL_7OZEWSv7Q/w480-h640/IMG_4282.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My task for today was the sunroom. We had to first sort everything into their proper bins. Then I had to detail vacuum behind everything and into every crevice. Ew!!! How can the rug get this dirty when all the toys were on top of it? I found flies and mouse poop and spider webs. All kinds of nasties!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0Yaf42NZfw7_QVvRyL9Jn3xX5GgZJ8SicwoaAuRT2GihV0AxlwBfHZTEl7EfXnGFp-9IZ5DKGDqvtZ_b5DHsSYykAEta6FWe5YGoc2pp9FUEPOZ-eOCKGiUYcef1Vq2Sqwgy_UpUYtpPHXwiI_zxDURL9vjq1OutKJN4KBsUH9t_hxn8KxWNgw/s4032/IMG_4283.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0Yaf42NZfw7_QVvRyL9Jn3xX5GgZJ8SicwoaAuRT2GihV0AxlwBfHZTEl7EfXnGFp-9IZ5DKGDqvtZ_b5DHsSYykAEta6FWe5YGoc2pp9FUEPOZ-eOCKGiUYcef1Vq2Sqwgy_UpUYtpPHXwiI_zxDURL9vjq1OutKJN4KBsUH9t_hxn8KxWNgw/s320/IMG_4283.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Mom, look! It's staying perfectly still in the middle!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DPqDoQzgAeCxgQIJBnNidgWtSvIlmvELFikLwS7cG6FUGpJF1Y3ymz9UwetHTMhA4VQfg_pv6gqtOJ9OozLY-MLAYEfH8nUmxtuuDn2sAL0WTmJxFkWdSXWYCRMmePz9KAmMXPj-4mSJomatLR9JYlgS4dWZlGpLUvROmGnKVUFUMUePKfTETg/s4032/IMG_4284.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6DPqDoQzgAeCxgQIJBnNidgWtSvIlmvELFikLwS7cG6FUGpJF1Y3ymz9UwetHTMhA4VQfg_pv6gqtOJ9OozLY-MLAYEfH8nUmxtuuDn2sAL0WTmJxFkWdSXWYCRMmePz9KAmMXPj-4mSJomatLR9JYlgS4dWZlGpLUvROmGnKVUFUMUePKfTETg/s320/IMG_4284.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, I can breathe again! There's visual space! I was getting claustrophobic! I will be putting our boxes of keep toys in the shed, as many that can fit. And then we still need to go through the many boxes of misc toys and cars and trucks and really look at getting rid of a bunch of them. That's the ones over by the dress up box. But at least we can move the picture book shelf so we can to the electrical outlet for Rick. This took me 2 hours today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMOxaCk1x3GB0bEml45wtqzcoxijaJB-iqj55R1m0airQocXd7FncNu5PIzcwvSpn_qvKymKcQoo0p9FI9ffv9Q6-iz3NbmoYeren0ZQvjo-ErOjtAcqmEpilQU_8CIB2VGsFVkA_XG8W72ObGC9DjQlgkNxyk-nw4xjYV1MMVKDldS8MOYE1Tg/s4032/IMG_4285.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGMOxaCk1x3GB0bEml45wtqzcoxijaJB-iqj55R1m0airQocXd7FncNu5PIzcwvSpn_qvKymKcQoo0p9FI9ffv9Q6-iz3NbmoYeren0ZQvjo-ErOjtAcqmEpilQU_8CIB2VGsFVkA_XG8W72ObGC9DjQlgkNxyk-nw4xjYV1MMVKDldS8MOYE1Tg/s320/IMG_4285.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Homemade orange popsicles on the left and lemonade popsicles on the left. Check that off the summer bucket list. And now we have leftover lemonade to drink!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4_OWYwedo5_nr-AnNIIdA5wz9xjksxXz4fkaJVVV0v0UryWjiZpbDNvjDil38hE78cOEf4LGyT51zV5DhjLiJ4hIN2_Z0AXtbpTxyaIgYzDiXR0kvmCmQajnEY_3VrteNqpVyQLTZaeXUXBoMogwjp7VhOF9bbYr6W_wCjIBCKsWbder9n-4gg/s4032/IMG_4286.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS4_OWYwedo5_nr-AnNIIdA5wz9xjksxXz4fkaJVVV0v0UryWjiZpbDNvjDil38hE78cOEf4LGyT51zV5DhjLiJ4hIN2_Z0AXtbpTxyaIgYzDiXR0kvmCmQajnEY_3VrteNqpVyQLTZaeXUXBoMogwjp7VhOF9bbYr6W_wCjIBCKsWbder9n-4gg/s320/IMG_4286.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah! I saw that this homeschool documentary movie was out to order so I ordered it and it came in just a few days! Now to find time to actually watch it! I still haven't my movies I bought myself for Christmas, so,....I mean, I could watch them any evening by myself instead of my TV show, but I want to watch them with Jared. I should just watch them and then rewatch them with him. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaofqH4ikjLbfeK2sJbp4YzTv0_sId1iVgmpkUhWGZ_Vl9YiVoVeWpPMXpe9nA0XM80mBBkBTgJkLfuap1-OhjrMbaeji2liWoPNNh5LHYbvOtMmwyVCAhHIbCYAoQk9kORexWcD3NExJn-3_1G2sWpjZNYw9ZSYY--Tg2ajN8Av8xjnORlBFgFA/s4032/IMG_4287.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaofqH4ikjLbfeK2sJbp4YzTv0_sId1iVgmpkUhWGZ_Vl9YiVoVeWpPMXpe9nA0XM80mBBkBTgJkLfuap1-OhjrMbaeji2liWoPNNh5LHYbvOtMmwyVCAhHIbCYAoQk9kORexWcD3NExJn-3_1G2sWpjZNYw9ZSYY--Tg2ajN8Av8xjnORlBFgFA/w480-h640/IMG_4287.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Melinda, Melinda (Mary, Mary), quite contrary (ok, yes, I guess that fist me, too), how does your garden grow? Well, it grows great! Check out all my gorgeous flowers this year! We've had the perfect amount of rain this spring and then the cooler temperatures to start the summer and I guess then the perfect amount of hot weather to really make these different kinds of flowers really vibrant! I really don't know what they are because they were planted before my time. They are just pops of color throughout the garden. I just leave them be and they seem to reproduce them each year and become more and more, despite the slightly overcrowdedness now of the garden itself. I don't fertilize anything either. I let God take care of it all except for what weeding I do know how to do. I obviously know how close some of them are to each other and that some over shadow the others. And there are years that some don't grow as well as others. But this year I feel like they've all done really well. Last year, a few of the big plants didn't do as well. I don't pick my flowers either. I like to walk past them and enjoy them that way. Especially now that I'm in and out of the house so much. Enjoy "walking" through my flower garden!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuIA6bCvBJ0fTZ2ED5QvJsgmNLn0Nj71AeWBC4JgtUhjqDJSd1Ouy1JAUIA4TQ3d3l8P_zJdMk5jCzVTe-WICwtdgr0yTXGMSbvTxZ98gek_Yeym2fYFhxngmsiAFrkGlv5ODHfrqG7skX3s7lbO_d59cx9VgvCEWAlN7JGrG8Jsc4SO1-jtQLw/s4032/IMG_4288.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXuIA6bCvBJ0fTZ2ED5QvJsgmNLn0Nj71AeWBC4JgtUhjqDJSd1Ouy1JAUIA4TQ3d3l8P_zJdMk5jCzVTe-WICwtdgr0yTXGMSbvTxZ98gek_Yeym2fYFhxngmsiAFrkGlv5ODHfrqG7skX3s7lbO_d59cx9VgvCEWAlN7JGrG8Jsc4SO1-jtQLw/w640-h480/IMG_4288.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These haven't bloomed quite yet, but again, they propagate into a bigger and bigger mass every year. There's this bunch and the other ones are closer to the sidewalk in between the irises. The bees like them and they are like black eyed susans.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfh6ng6kS4dIQOI1ouhdhhYoUvX0mCjnkcbNWe7V2AO1IQ7k7L3o9fi4VJ3vS-r90whK3MwK1cg4pgakQl2VI173CjwjyaIfJszLOyKRMz2nO4AtQi1lH8g1F2lvEAzttX_jHVUJUqnDQtFQgyNYr_R74G5GQxJeUmtOjePm8iysvuerUSqzOaw/s4032/IMG_4289.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXfh6ng6kS4dIQOI1ouhdhhYoUvX0mCjnkcbNWe7V2AO1IQ7k7L3o9fi4VJ3vS-r90whK3MwK1cg4pgakQl2VI173CjwjyaIfJszLOyKRMz2nO4AtQi1lH8g1F2lvEAzttX_jHVUJUqnDQtFQgyNYr_R74G5GQxJeUmtOjePm8iysvuerUSqzOaw/w480-h640/IMG_4289.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared cut these way down just about 6-8 weeks ago to where the mass of leaves are at the bottom. All of this massive 4 ft of growth happened since then!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkG_hBYhFktbcQQh37afT-_161FDToUR_fgLJ0Vrs7QgnrsJ8bLTywRfhr8WyFQHDiUGijjK5xsJ536XsEp_OeXyCAxWBPdugkeBnaZatEa18ETuLxDg0MYOjyCWqtj4foR5TUaz4mwYq6PcWGc7mQS8zXjqH4zPNKGk-hgeZghwKW9oGUUKlXfg/s4032/IMG_4290.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkG_hBYhFktbcQQh37afT-_161FDToUR_fgLJ0Vrs7QgnrsJ8bLTywRfhr8WyFQHDiUGijjK5xsJ536XsEp_OeXyCAxWBPdugkeBnaZatEa18ETuLxDg0MYOjyCWqtj4foR5TUaz4mwYq6PcWGc7mQS8zXjqH4zPNKGk-hgeZghwKW9oGUUKlXfg/w480-h640/IMG_4290.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the orange ones to match the magenta ones on the opposite side of the garden close to the sidewalk. See how they are squished between two other large plants? They fade quickly, but that's fine. There's also a small bunch under the original irisis but I don't think they are actually going to bloom. I think maybe I should actually move those this year finally. They were fine until the irises went in and they did bloom a few more times. I think I have just the spot for them, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSeIHFvd--pMlg3nsuIPniDprQ8muXgHm-5RSp1koZg8atAjxY-0jmLfC1yrKoeYXp-fw9W3zkAiTaoeP4MpKkCSpEj7NgftL9kiZI2hDGBV_s_Cy-2Zwgn5xWSTMfMspctLiFOdn6_DMZVm88ZzqdEsXvMfy3p9ht3eVkPHDs3g1Y9cjGG9I_w/s4032/IMG_4291.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSeIHFvd--pMlg3nsuIPniDprQ8muXgHm-5RSp1koZg8atAjxY-0jmLfC1yrKoeYXp-fw9W3zkAiTaoeP4MpKkCSpEj7NgftL9kiZI2hDGBV_s_Cy-2Zwgn5xWSTMfMspctLiFOdn6_DMZVm88ZzqdEsXvMfy3p9ht3eVkPHDs3g1Y9cjGG9I_w/s320/IMG_4291.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh the random things I find in my house some days. Abishai went to Kroger with Daddy one day and I guess they got some stickers on the way out. And he figured he would put them on some interesting spots on the wall. This one is next to the hallway spot.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSbntTTe-PU2ACeqDAD1ISlA2D5tTE5c_bTKJPrEZasbyZaBc2QJGwMccqqUq313jLy_7OpJ6zOFUFjGP3fCDTGEPK327WQXLjXBn1CfxCYFig7hqCz_RKYq0BZcesWnQrO6oxJnkrBVpDq6YTpDl_ckvhVeWq3GapjNta9rOwR0Wu7TajswxfA/s1792/IMG_4292.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSbntTTe-PU2ACeqDAD1ISlA2D5tTE5c_bTKJPrEZasbyZaBc2QJGwMccqqUq313jLy_7OpJ6zOFUFjGP3fCDTGEPK327WQXLjXBn1CfxCYFig7hqCz_RKYq0BZcesWnQrO6oxJnkrBVpDq6YTpDl_ckvhVeWq3GapjNta9rOwR0Wu7TajswxfA/w296-h640/IMG_4292.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally me! I don't actually think about totally nothing, I've never been able to do that. I just don't think about anything that's bothering me. I usually go watch a video from the Iowa Dairy guy or Bondi Vet or something totally random that has nothing to do with me or my circumstances like my police/hospital/drama shows. Or I watch something about celebrities. Or Star Wars. Or totally random. It just depends on my mood. Some days I do want to deep dive into a subject so I'll watch video after video about it until I've satisfied the itch and have come to an understanding about, especially if it's political or controversial. And other days, I have to totally avoid social media so I don't get triggered. I'm very vulnerable that way. It's kind of like a game and I'm getting pretty good at playing it. Until I'm blindsided by a trigger or something I don't want to think about. Then who knows how I'm going to react. I didn't used to be so emotional. I walled myself in and didn't react to anything. I was nice and kind. I didn't have anger issues. But I was very timid and shy, too. I didn't have much depth. I was a Pollyanna. I'm not sure how healthy that was. I've learned how to feel more deeply now. I let down my walls now. So I get hurt more now, but I prefer to feel more deeply and passionately. I cry at movies now. I cry when my kids get hurt. I do get angry. But I get much more happy, too. I have a range of emotions. So, it's worth it. I feel more human. I've learned a ton about what it is to be human. And it's normal. And it's messy. And I like it, but I hate it because it's so hurtful to me and others sometimes. And when people tell me I'm hurtful, I take it way too personally. Because I never mean to be. I wish I was that scared little girl who just wanted everyone to be happy with her. But the social justice side of me just doesn't care anymore if someone is mad at her. Truth hurts. Truth does need to come out. And if I'm not perfect yet in how to speak it, it's ok, I'm learning. And I can only learn, by doing. So I put myself out there and try. And then I recoil into myself when I go too far and look at the beautiful trees until I feel safe to poke my head out again. Because I'm an enneagram 6 and I worry a lot.<br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Thursday - Sit down work</p><p>- Ok, today was do all the things that need to be done while sitting down. That means, do all the computer work. Abishai and I got right to it as soon as we could. I tried not to stall too much, but I did a bit by answering questions on Facebook. Granted, some emails needed to be read or videos watched as well. I also played some board games with Abishai. I did give him his ADHD med this morning because I could tell he was going to be off the wall and bugging me and I needed him to focus. He opted to do his screen time early. He also asked to have a longer time since he won't get any on Friday or Saturday while he is at camp. Oh yeah! Before I had my eyes open he was already gathering his items to put in his suitcase for camp! That kept him busy for awhile. We couldn't pack it until Justin got home and got the suitcase down though. And we needed the laundry to dry, too, so he could have the pjs he wanted. He did get out toys today and scattered them all over the nice cleaned up rug in the sunroom, but, when I told him to go pick it up when he was done, he did so perfectly. Yeah! We are making progress! </p><p>- Speaking of progress, Keturah was on her phone for a good bit this morning, and then when she took her break from the screen, she started to go through her clothes again because she found a box or bag that she had "forgotten" about and needed to purge. I don't know if she found this mystery box a few days ago when she rearranged her bookshelves of what. Among other things, she wanted me to purge out her keepsake clothes, so she brought them to me while I was typing and we went through them together. Good on her that she wants to continually purge. That's a wonderful thing! I'll keep encouraging that as much as I can. Benaiah is doing the same thing right now. He recently purged his clothes and he was going to purchase his other things soon, too. I'm proud of these two for getting in the habit now. I mean, I want to just take all the things they purge and keep them myself, but, I'm learning from their perspective what is important and what is not. Justin doesn't have a clue and would keep anything and everything because he can't make up his mind, just like me. And Abishai, he wants to keep everything, too, right now. So, we are split half and half. Not bad. I'll take it.</p><p>- I didn't get as far as I wanted on the blog, but at least I got the main paragraphs done before I had to go get Justin from work and then take him for his haircut that got delayed last week. After that, I jumped back onto my computer to plug in the photos and videos to finish off last week's blog and do this week's blog, captioning them as I went. This is a slightly better pattern of at least getting the main paragraphs done every night and then worrying about photos and videos later. But I still want my evenings back and to be on my computer between 7-8. My medicine and caffeine starts to wear off my then and it's completely gone by 9-10pm. I'm tired and slow in the morning. I might have 2 good hours in the afternoon but if I'm out and about, then nothing happens at home, and then I start to decline again. It's all about sleep patterns and kids' activities, especially when you have to be in 3 places at once and can never fully connect with your spouse. I don't like having chaos after 6pm. I want to start settling down after dinner. 4 months in and I'm still not used to it. But I can't take Abishai away from Tang Soo Do and he wants to go all 3 nights. Which leaves Tuesday and Friday nights to cram in other things. Sigh. I know this is totally normal, but why does it have to be normal? This is why families can fall apart. This is why vacations are important. This is why intentionally connecting is vital. Ships passing in the night is never a good thing. The rat race. It's not a good race. I just want my family back home with me for these last few years of two of my children's lives. I don't want them out so much and not with each other. Sigh. I want to be the J5 as long as we can and do things together, not separately. </p><p>- You know what, I need to stop obsessing over this blog. Why? Because what have I done the last few weeks? I've spent time with my family. I did just what the last sentence in that paragraph said. I made the memories happen. I did take the photos and videos. And even if they never see the light of day. They are there. My parents took photos of us when we were young. I've never seen them or gone through them. And I might not ever be able to. But they are there, safe and sound in my garage. And there are photos of my mom and maybe my dad when they were in their 20's. Someday I might look at them. Or I won't. What does it matter? No one really reads this blog, do they? I write this for me. To solidify my memories. To journal my thoughts and opinions. I need to chill about it. It's breaking my mental bank. I need to focus on the here and now, right?</p><p>- We pulled it off. Grandma took Keturah and her friend Ava who lives near Wolf Run park over to Killebrews house and then they all went to Kilwin's ice cream down on Mass Ave. in downtown Indy. Justin, Jared, Abishai, and I went to Tang Soo Do. Abishai had his class with teacher Uriah and it was a very full class, too. Abishai likes it when it's a smaller class because they can do more fun stuff because they get through the hard work faster. Oh well, it's good to see the class full AND there were two new kids there. Yeah! That means Abishai actually gets to move up a bit in the pack. Abishai didn't know the whole plan for tonight, so we told him to just focus on class and don't worry about why Justin and I were there and not Keturah. He thought it was something to do with them. When he was done, we all went to Kilwin's ice cream as well. We got there about the same did Killebrew's did. Keturah looked very surprised and pleased. I made several social mistakes, but alas, we got through the line with ice cream in hand. I picked Macinac fudge and cherry something. Yes, I ate real ice cream and surprisingly, my stomach is only a little bit upset. I got another digestive pill just in case. I'm feeling a little worse than I did at first, but not as bad as I thought I would feel, so I'm super happy about that. Either I built up a little bit of tolerance or overall, taking those digestive enzymes every day has helped heal my gut a bit or I just didn't eat any other triggering foods today. I didn't have dairy but I did have two cups of coffee today plus straight up chocolate covered coffee beans so, I don't know. Kilwin's originated in Michigan, so that's why they had some Michigan flavors including Blue Moon. Jared bought a tub of it to drop off to Gary and Leah later. They also had a New Orleans, too. LOADS of great flavors. Abishai even got superman flavor! GREAT ice cream, too. NOT cheap. But great! Worth the drive and price!</p><p>- It was cool enough to eat aside, so we did. We had a pleasant conversation with Mike and Kelly as always. Mike even talked about going to Workcamp in Main in 1996! Yessir, we were both there at that one! Who knew! 1,000 miles away, at a workcamp 3 people were at the same place as high schoolers serving Jesus and now, 26 years later, 3 people are still serving Jesus, sharing one daughter's birthday with another daughter as her friend in the same small group and the men work side by side in the same ministry. And the men went to the same school and we've gone to the same church more or less for 20 years. So yes, one of the longest standing acquaintances/friendship histories we have as a couple. Amazing! Who knew?! God did of course. Now I have to get out my Workcamp binder for when Mike comes by again or when we see them next and show him. He talked about two of the most hilarious guys in our youth group that most of us girls had crushes on at some point, Chris and Nathan. I don't get to talk about my youth group days at all and I absolutely love it when I do. Two of my favorite guys in the whole world, they were like big brothers, Chris and Nathan. The way Chris and his brother Matt would give my mom hugs and she loved those boys so much. And their parents were rock solid servants of God always there for us. And of course Nathan Reynolds and his whole family and their example. And then put those two knuckleheads together as teenagers and the antics they got up to. Oh my, you knew you they were always up to no good, but clean (as in not raunchy) fun! They were the protectors and leaders when you needed them. But also the fun, too. They still are. And all the others, too. The best youth group in the world. That's what I had. If only I could have a friendship group like that again. Wow. That would be amazing. Best 4 years of my life. I was so naive. And I had so much fun. And learned so much. And was so safe from the harm of regular public school. And so accepted. I never knew how accepted I was and loved I was. How much that youth group was a safe space to be myself. I was never bullied, not once. I really wasn't ignored either. Or left out. And we did it without running off to eat ice cream every week or going to someone's house every week for a pool party. We didn't have fancy screens or ice breaker games. We didn't go to CIY Move 5 times and Mix 3 times. No, we went to Workcamp 5 times or more. We studied the Bible as boys and girls separately, but with all the grades together. We didn't have a separate Sunday School classroom space, we just used the sanctuary the adults used in the morning. We did have our own worship team though. We had much older and wiser youth leaders that were mature adults. It was so different back then. So much more simple.</p><p>- I miss those days. Now I have to drive all over the township not knowing what I have to do next for a youth group event. Now we have to shell out $500 to go to "camp" where the kids get fed a lot of spiritual meat, and they get to play fancy games and listen to fancy music artists, but not once do they actually serve someone else. They live the high life. They don't see absolute abject poverty where an 80 year old woman has to use an outhouse because she doesn't have running water. She also collected water in rain barrels in order to have cooking water and water to drink and wash up in. We redid her roof, painted her ceilings and painted her very small house in the woods. I'll never forget it. That's a life long impact on your heart. Those are the memories that Mike Killebrew has and carries with him still. He learned to drywall at Workcamp. And how many times has he had to drywall since then? Loads!!! How many more mission trips has he been on where he's done drywall? Sigh. This is my yearly struggle about this time of year with CIY. The consumerism vs. the actual putting the words into action of a real mission trip. I wish my kids would want to go on mission trips more often. Benaiah talked about going to Austria again in the spring. Justin went to Houston with Grandpa a few years ago. We're getting there. At least they all serve every week and Abishai wants to start serving as soon as he's old enough. We are on our way.</p><p>- All that to say, it was a lovely time to be outside eating ice cream again, and this time with our 5 and Killebrews 6 and an extra 9th grader, Ava. We got home about 9pm which is later than I would have liked. I still have to do Abishai's actual packing because I thought I had more time this afternoon and then Jennae had gotten behind schedule so it made us late getting back. And then I barely had time to shove food in all our faces before leaving again for karate. I am not a soccer mom. I want to be home in the evening after supper. I want to go back to the way things were. I'm just an old fuddy duddy who didn't want her schedule changed. And now I'm still way behind. I guess I will catch up tomorrow afternoon after I get Abishai down to camp and drive home. Then the clock starts ticking until pick up time 27 1/2 hrs until pick up time. Hm,......what ever shall we do? Oh, I know! Have a proper lie in on Saturday until noon! Lol!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCHCs5dNACIvPgXdOafd0LIsNtrplBIbToaMYbIgSM4aWqSPJVZusHpKUe-VFvvYeSxco71QKr0Ax-prWiCYVndD-5IQHzm_mXAw3RzN0vDfXatxEgJnGwkX7fe2P2oRWT0Lve9w7X-LR3fAoi8AfzJuS1fUxHz-GS4RU7Ae87ereRQSSSykM7A/s4032/IMG_4293.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCHCs5dNACIvPgXdOafd0LIsNtrplBIbToaMYbIgSM4aWqSPJVZusHpKUe-VFvvYeSxco71QKr0Ax-prWiCYVndD-5IQHzm_mXAw3RzN0vDfXatxEgJnGwkX7fe2P2oRWT0Lve9w7X-LR3fAoi8AfzJuS1fUxHz-GS4RU7Ae87ereRQSSSykM7A/w480-h640/IMG_4293.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we went to pick up Justin today, he said there were many kittens in the store today and to come take a look. I had no idea what we were getting ourselves into to. This is NOT photoshopped one bit! Those baby kitten eyes say, "Please take me home. I'm so sweet!" Justin is the resident kitten whisperer. He's allowed to cuddle the kittens as often as he wants to and to take care of their needs. Farmers and local friends of the store are allowed to bring in the kittens and they are given away for free. They are usually gone in less than 24 hrs of coming in. You can tell it's one of Justin's favorite parts of the job. He and Keturah would adopt several of the kittens if they could. Jared still thinks that humans are severely hurt with plaxotoxmosis by owning cats but from what I read, it's just not as severe as he thinks. It's a viral infection that cats have and can be treated for. And as long as you are taking proper care when taking care of their litter box, you should also be fine. But who can resist that face?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5S7KDvmdwIhUfxt_MUm3pNN_toi6CFVVXWFRkJEEGUj_lS0FipS6mcBKWxfxrBiFSXwmDqdA7M-2cXJKcLdOz3X7PbyK6eyzeD_zaSjU8-z9R7KoB-NBfgnGdklF3tf7zwzR85-2DWhPCh9cvhk4rdzOGE8uzb_oHD3NrDDu0g4QlMbChqwZBQ/s4032/IMG_4294.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv5S7KDvmdwIhUfxt_MUm3pNN_toi6CFVVXWFRkJEEGUj_lS0FipS6mcBKWxfxrBiFSXwmDqdA7M-2cXJKcLdOz3X7PbyK6eyzeD_zaSjU8-z9R7KoB-NBfgnGdklF3tf7zwzR85-2DWhPCh9cvhk4rdzOGE8uzb_oHD3NrDDu0g4QlMbChqwZBQ/w480-h640/IMG_4294.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai got to hold the kitten, too. And I did as well. You could just feel the constant purring and it was wonderful! Just marvelous! So comforting to feel it and the kitten's heartbeat. I don't understand how Aaron, Leah, and Jared can hate a creature so much. Have they ever held one? Or just really looked at them? Just like every animal and human, there are really bad ones and there are really, really good ones. But just look at them all! So precious. They were created by God, too. Cats play a role in nature, too, catching mice, especially. Bringing comfort by curling up in an old woman's lap. Stroking their fur is like stroking a dog's furt, it's relaxing and comforting. Obviously not to those who are allergic, but hey, the rest of us should be able to enjoy them without getting chastised for it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM-tvpxuZmnWVG-_jCaAghEMZ7H8mu81m_aPi8OlPuXeRZYh7K4Me7WIFslOmLk5DOXuXeV7y1HWXSENXRARXHgSrTF_rJPtCsBGjlMF3Capb37_gHIPTXwINzzZBl9qXhahS9_XVqUBSZP5Au6gG_veb0DejN7PTiiz2I846TIzgcYrn_Of0Rw/s750/IMG_4296.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTM-tvpxuZmnWVG-_jCaAghEMZ7H8mu81m_aPi8OlPuXeRZYh7K4Me7WIFslOmLk5DOXuXeV7y1HWXSENXRARXHgSrTF_rJPtCsBGjlMF3Capb37_gHIPTXwINzzZBl9qXhahS9_XVqUBSZP5Au6gG_veb0DejN7PTiiz2I846TIzgcYrn_Of0Rw/s320/IMG_4296.JPG" width="299" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPe_qyDYOKWsRvxyR--OraLa91QoATVHDnX6oBmYTvop-ce9oOnHqwGN7Or87IYelD0donj6mROjAdFo5aO9rCf_J_eep3JZzafrgtYorfNsweIOQxxuffHs62eTFrtuNteCfNzFsCgUSQms8YoOSoYQa-i9ymmiSfD7tsIGU5Ds8goflD9JFH-g/s4032/IMG_4297.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPe_qyDYOKWsRvxyR--OraLa91QoATVHDnX6oBmYTvop-ce9oOnHqwGN7Or87IYelD0donj6mROjAdFo5aO9rCf_J_eep3JZzafrgtYorfNsweIOQxxuffHs62eTFrtuNteCfNzFsCgUSQms8YoOSoYQa-i9ymmiSfD7tsIGU5Ds8goflD9JFH-g/s320/IMG_4297.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When I returned home from taking Justin to get his haircut, I was already running late because the haircut was running late, I was greeted by this! Keturah not only was purging her clothes, but she wanted to purge her toys as well, and her keepsakes at the top of her closet. If I had known that, I would have spcifically said no. And why on earth had she felt she needed to take out all of my clothes? She doesn't even have any hang up clothes IN the closet. And the only thing they are blocking is the big box of Barbies that I am not going to work on. I'm just not. It's way, way, way down on the list, if ever. I did NOT need this, daughter.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKKoQXdwv7tedk4m356wn-RfzjYImOLEPFb5owjiAOMTHfNZs_v7j5dokPP1dzSNTLqoY1LYs8pBHIoV3P7bxWCsE1ff28j_tEpyzmDjTgNU3YQ-8d0YpM1FG9tvWoeUo9tZTlHEzmZktDFzrhAVy1wyb1msKhmEU57rhZ8xhQgRJVvn3X5Su4Q/s4032/IMG_4298.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKKKoQXdwv7tedk4m356wn-RfzjYImOLEPFb5owjiAOMTHfNZs_v7j5dokPP1dzSNTLqoY1LYs8pBHIoV3P7bxWCsE1ff28j_tEpyzmDjTgNU3YQ-8d0YpM1FG9tvWoeUo9tZTlHEzmZktDFzrhAVy1wyb1msKhmEU57rhZ8xhQgRJVvn3X5Su4Q/s320/IMG_4298.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good on you to purge, but we have company coming in a few days!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHU0fdlrX_mkwlm3-unaUsHsU4UOB3CS8XFs-hNutpImv0v0PQ0GzFqYN1Xm3FLlJMPSzW1DCE7kHbDk2siywfUwjJJcaE3HGf7BQuI1KYRv7aSWyBXXTneJ9CuZbEFsUkSiR4e8NteVJpWFgR9cms1Eeen3CJ8NK_MclIU_A-m7zY22nPXS2sA/s4032/IMG_4299.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHU0fdlrX_mkwlm3-unaUsHsU4UOB3CS8XFs-hNutpImv0v0PQ0GzFqYN1Xm3FLlJMPSzW1DCE7kHbDk2siywfUwjJJcaE3HGf7BQuI1KYRv7aSWyBXXTneJ9CuZbEFsUkSiR4e8NteVJpWFgR9cms1Eeen3CJ8NK_MclIU_A-m7zY22nPXS2sA/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't have time to sort through your things and then keep what I want and find where to put them which then clutters up my spaces. Sigh. Ugh! Not now!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy32zQea_K5mQEFseu3YqONIAEWokDQHa99v9lTRLL-RPDAs7ZO94wvVlBg79DfGelk_mL9Bprz7mdBAjH_lYeUmd6_bRAiIrCtTqf0kwTSFRKO3s4VNQnmYoQJKGbimK2YjFd2nB73YBQ1A2kJwm0wtj1mFh-S3uRc-uMsVi7qefzTQi-fVZZw/s1792/IMG_4301.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy32zQea_K5mQEFseu3YqONIAEWokDQHa99v9lTRLL-RPDAs7ZO94wvVlBg79DfGelk_mL9Bprz7mdBAjH_lYeUmd6_bRAiIrCtTqf0kwTSFRKO3s4VNQnmYoQJKGbimK2YjFd2nB73YBQ1A2kJwm0wtj1mFh-S3uRc-uMsVi7qefzTQi-fVZZw/w296-h640/IMG_4301.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, hopefully the CDC is right with this one!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjx9hbtQrHUHU0dSR0ko-XjbBhjmxN2cSXkVos61rZD9irEdgi5ETvJTPlVHY1PKLBsJoyPZsivBN9qahliS7tdnDQV518s1_HS-4-BEAly964du0FDYNopT8t4YAgOZ5CA6nBZNpsPVcPOE4RK0Csedx9rehSAU2TF9qAcgpAK3I6wZyYCUOiw/s4032/IMG_4302.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDjx9hbtQrHUHU0dSR0ko-XjbBhjmxN2cSXkVos61rZD9irEdgi5ETvJTPlVHY1PKLBsJoyPZsivBN9qahliS7tdnDQV518s1_HS-4-BEAly964du0FDYNopT8t4YAgOZ5CA6nBZNpsPVcPOE4RK0Csedx9rehSAU2TF9qAcgpAK3I6wZyYCUOiw/s320/IMG_4302.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, Abishai, what do you see? Downtown! Why are we going downtown?! Well, Keturah and Abishai were very confused that we told Keturah Grandma was going to pick her up at 6:45pm and take her somewhere and Justin and Mommy were going to go with Daddy and Abishai to karate. Very bizarre. And then after karate, instead of going home, we head downtown. Abishai thought it was something for him. Nope, youngest, not everything is about you or for you.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1ktltDv4vkHAxIVHl_0K9bFfS9Fl9HiOo1ZvUR0-sYcZHqHv7Lq1BCathIIMq-X4_x2iUDmW2lxjhl2B72jrsV_CVZ3uSOHcyOb8CT4weBy_JExIJOsJIykoVp3NRMUAq6Hrpo3pkrMLpiH6jXz_DJyZXk_iu3SSdndTCvWbbuGQOGbCHBaieg/s4032/IMG_4303.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH1ktltDv4vkHAxIVHl_0K9bFfS9Fl9HiOo1ZvUR0-sYcZHqHv7Lq1BCathIIMq-X4_x2iUDmW2lxjhl2B72jrsV_CVZ3uSOHcyOb8CT4weBy_JExIJOsJIykoVp3NRMUAq6Hrpo3pkrMLpiH6jXz_DJyZXk_iu3SSdndTCvWbbuGQOGbCHBaieg/w480-h640/IMG_4303.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Killebrews wanted to go out to a special ice cream place called Kilwin's downtown on Mass. Ave. to celebrate Keturah's birtthday and this was the only night we all had available! So Grandma had picked up another one of Keturah's friend's, Ava, and taken them to Killebrew's house so they could ride with them to downtown together. And then we took Ava home and Keturah road home with us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_znOpLIVg4__LDt7G4D_gmH6clhALOIEEXTKmMkXI33u4iI9RG809PEuaYWcn9OYF7lvUdCyEJb-w1dECoD95iYC5FdyACAoD5Q1LpcY22mRqtzdRle5exD8GtzU60dzEBnCfV_4BDo1QitoUnzvYYJqP9hRWJwmju_zEJoDGJRpOXFDJ9v4Ww/s4032/IMG_4304.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH_znOpLIVg4__LDt7G4D_gmH6clhALOIEEXTKmMkXI33u4iI9RG809PEuaYWcn9OYF7lvUdCyEJb-w1dECoD95iYC5FdyACAoD5Q1LpcY22mRqtzdRle5exD8GtzU60dzEBnCfV_4BDo1QitoUnzvYYJqP9hRWJwmju_zEJoDGJRpOXFDJ9v4Ww/w640-h480/IMG_4304.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kilwin's is very expensive but worth every single penny! It's the smoothest premium ice cream on the planet! They have the best flavors that you can't find in normal grocery stores or chain ice cream shops. I got two scoops, one of Macinac fudge and a cherry something. There was a New Orleans flavor even! Abishai got superman. And then Jared bought a tub of Blue Moon for his parents!!!! Yum!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CQ7IdhMXQAqvalKMao7vvb5WdmjeC9UJFlBlM2JUN7MbxQ5Lj_y9_wTM6daUWLyI6Ts1Oi6uXBr_LMLky9_e15BWSLj10TxuJwqz4mQYohv0UeYNh8Awl4uCt-wCRFKh_-VMSyGa9u4LxKDkzqpZIUvuMv8et4Ip3rijwGQitaXsPde7Inx0VA/s4032/IMG_4305.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0CQ7IdhMXQAqvalKMao7vvb5WdmjeC9UJFlBlM2JUN7MbxQ5Lj_y9_wTM6daUWLyI6Ts1Oi6uXBr_LMLky9_e15BWSLj10TxuJwqz4mQYohv0UeYNh8Awl4uCt-wCRFKh_-VMSyGa9u4LxKDkzqpZIUvuMv8et4Ip3rijwGQitaXsPde7Inx0VA/w640-h480/IMG_4305.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guess how big this bar of chocolate is? I didn't get the weight of it but it's massive!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjVVLwQcZhqiWvYAJVigbYNSYOiLZ7Z0nryqbxdExbfPlqU4uS74DMp4_ausWUUviBQ9_3_5NWJlROIYrL3W2b3JtCHEXEbkQIvKthFLFRlaxxme2cJoFT4PmzhZ0H1cqL0LuekBf6xrbj_N8R46not9cl-nYmcUA0w_IpVPjCIiE9YFRLiLsPA/s4032/IMG_4306.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjVVLwQcZhqiWvYAJVigbYNSYOiLZ7Z0nryqbxdExbfPlqU4uS74DMp4_ausWUUviBQ9_3_5NWJlROIYrL3W2b3JtCHEXEbkQIvKthFLFRlaxxme2cJoFT4PmzhZ0H1cqL0LuekBf6xrbj_N8R46not9cl-nYmcUA0w_IpVPjCIiE9YFRLiLsPA/w640-h480/IMG_4306.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See me in the mirror there down below? That's true to size! Um, yes, so big!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPZ7QwEY5ykXopWUgILlS1IZd3L9Z-J7GLGlGCz2Qu8gbwYcb71R-r-vGfUOdKFL1jGV5KAl5a-md5SY_9BdYOMYSznmdstzQjfd-ZDGzDqHjimmxUpdg36ihfkM1k91w16dESpJkpMerQqC3z2GPZ54x0v3vY547l_zXNLpaSaIWtD8QMM6Zxw/s4032/IMG_4307.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguPZ7QwEY5ykXopWUgILlS1IZd3L9Z-J7GLGlGCz2Qu8gbwYcb71R-r-vGfUOdKFL1jGV5KAl5a-md5SY_9BdYOMYSznmdstzQjfd-ZDGzDqHjimmxUpdg36ihfkM1k91w16dESpJkpMerQqC3z2GPZ54x0v3vY547l_zXNLpaSaIWtD8QMM6Zxw/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Once we all got our ice cream, the kids sat outside on the benches and the adults stood up and enjoyed the gorgeous breeze on this warm evening. It wasn't too hot and not even too sticky Of course it had been fairly warm during the day, though, so ice cream hit the spot! Oh, and I didn't even get that sick on the ice cream either. Just a little bit, which means they made it well. I was super impressed! Abishai of course implanted himself between two young ladies and talked their ears off.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu6D5Sjj78tHNa_B5R-VtIj3PFtUNYJ3p08H7A3MvokQ3-8h7Lmk-i9hr_9rET1gzF6iLUUvwj_kTyVStYeNNZb1bMP73aYc6Y7bE9Ch7T0qa9s7zyXjOoe9Yq_J0Rq2JLMJm7mZjuCjGn5x4HUWYHmMX6kfylqcFubJ6F8Z6lsgg5e9MMwWqBw/s4032/IMG_4308.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdu6D5Sjj78tHNa_B5R-VtIj3PFtUNYJ3p08H7A3MvokQ3-8h7Lmk-i9hr_9rET1gzF6iLUUvwj_kTyVStYeNNZb1bMP73aYc6Y7bE9Ch7T0qa9s7zyXjOoe9Yq_J0Rq2JLMJm7mZjuCjGn5x4HUWYHmMX6kfylqcFubJ6F8Z6lsgg5e9MMwWqBw/s320/IMG_4308.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah, Bella, Ava. Yes, a lot of the girls are all legs and skinny. Keturah is the shortest in her group I think, just like I was! I am always the shortest one in any group! But definitely not the skinniest.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3Tkt9Ja2y3ThbR7QSJxhSEU3LwFjDWvXpAGVtXXhbpp4xBaMo9cbbwASUpymbTMfNE_kLhLbhqKgB6X6f-CAdbuckmrjrunbMpcILsLNaiIhgDIQgn1UFLtkz0tV_gAue6KJQa8yjkQ-6QEwK0KQvhyZ2W9w16HuqlyPiuHA5r29t0d5Fm7yoA/s4032/IMG_4309.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd3Tkt9Ja2y3ThbR7QSJxhSEU3LwFjDWvXpAGVtXXhbpp4xBaMo9cbbwASUpymbTMfNE_kLhLbhqKgB6X6f-CAdbuckmrjrunbMpcILsLNaiIhgDIQgn1UFLtkz0tV_gAue6KJQa8yjkQ-6QEwK0KQvhyZ2W9w16HuqlyPiuHA5r29t0d5Fm7yoA/s320/IMG_4309.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Superman ice cream face!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLM1SIFhkRWCJ9BpP0qOs6kK9cRPQU3u9Og6Crrzic_krtB3edStmnI_UU2jqlfhB8uRHo24uTPO1RbN3wrfoOuM3N7YorLjhlLX25WCRUp9smyd8hblgZ00DYsN94FzjBokk_LjVC30-fj47wkHXRJ-emAdCAN7L-tNhIdzuZK2JLHqG7r-OQQ/s4032/IMG_4310.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXLM1SIFhkRWCJ9BpP0qOs6kK9cRPQU3u9Og6Crrzic_krtB3edStmnI_UU2jqlfhB8uRHo24uTPO1RbN3wrfoOuM3N7YorLjhlLX25WCRUp9smyd8hblgZ00DYsN94FzjBokk_LjVC30-fj47wkHXRJ-emAdCAN7L-tNhIdzuZK2JLHqG7r-OQQ/w480-h640/IMG_4310.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared made special effort to drive around Monument Circle. Check out the gorgeous summer sky and dusk lighting! Downtown was moderately busy. I think there was an event or two going on. It was awesome to see the city up and running again on a random Thursday night. It is Pride (homosexual, lgbtq+) month so those flags are out everywhere, but there was nothing specific going on for that tonight. We saw some nice old cars and cool motorcycles parked on the circle. We had a lovely evening with our friends the Killebrews celebrating Keturah's birthday (again!)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGtWpt2QuQL77IDg0-EARy54lM7cDcsFtTv8eC8QFRVjfqMvvoj46DUoxFsz5HlFw-t8jvqEE5rYgGTvgS9QRB5hQX6cIU9TWxG5EGmCk9UqBc6OoQeTmtkK2KVUcjXhq_OpCqqfagvR4wg8I1c94jdWYH_h5FnweFVZYCt8OWxr7-KGnGaimSQ/s4032/IMG_4314.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGtWpt2QuQL77IDg0-EARy54lM7cDcsFtTv8eC8QFRVjfqMvvoj46DUoxFsz5HlFw-t8jvqEE5rYgGTvgS9QRB5hQX6cIU9TWxG5EGmCk9UqBc6OoQeTmtkK2KVUcjXhq_OpCqqfagvR4wg8I1c94jdWYH_h5FnweFVZYCt8OWxr7-KGnGaimSQ/w480-h640/IMG_4314.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupXTJcMmD-P55hNTyv9j8dyL1z0uErUhiwF9speznehhY6Q9AzqVgiaL7zeR3vgn9EAKbw9IP5iENYwgFYHcEf8R0Gmhsg3DpT7rrXHoMkAdVyaVfdl7gxNvUM1wDD6N1HwXX0jkHaTgijGp3njkMCFj2gwnE5CnrqNMmPXX2HWut_6thHAL7mA/s4032/IMG_4315.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupXTJcMmD-P55hNTyv9j8dyL1z0uErUhiwF9speznehhY6Q9AzqVgiaL7zeR3vgn9EAKbw9IP5iENYwgFYHcEf8R0Gmhsg3DpT7rrXHoMkAdVyaVfdl7gxNvUM1wDD6N1HwXX0jkHaTgijGp3njkMCFj2gwnE5CnrqNMmPXX2HWut_6thHAL7mA/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's another one of those Kroger stickers.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAMiIHXgXYmcwIDMNtvGtFrD9pr4TEpBLF6HNFI4vt0vpHGnZ4Xvh-TIbQB5BKzq72xrMs_1b6n7rShWMVI5aT2Suk4MOO2Ap32M4Eyv0b414Ug53qL6MwYDpZN6PqI3k6p62X0UHM9a9LcxXmczGobwACIpxO8HBpYSyh_OAV6aKs9kytoI2OQ/s1792/IMG_4316.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEAMiIHXgXYmcwIDMNtvGtFrD9pr4TEpBLF6HNFI4vt0vpHGnZ4Xvh-TIbQB5BKzq72xrMs_1b6n7rShWMVI5aT2Suk4MOO2Ap32M4Eyv0b414Ug53qL6MwYDpZN6PqI3k6p62X0UHM9a9LcxXmczGobwACIpxO8HBpYSyh_OAV6aKs9kytoI2OQ/w296-h640/IMG_4316.JPG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hm,....seems suspicious to me....until you realize it's Air Force One!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB__rhdjYDaka1rTblqdcDMtK1Me15uOftAHGMoZLHPVoWRUOZ_0KNPlIhEYCv6nh3tb5nCBdx5YoQ6DNrC21PsaX-Sz79JQdAJlSiSQyhy0v96cnnoCNxE51UJpWsc2Q0rq-Y44PDXJDte91sxtOYp_rSuGe1_mwLD_DAlwbt064zidv6YCK2Hw/s1792/IMG_4317.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB__rhdjYDaka1rTblqdcDMtK1Me15uOftAHGMoZLHPVoWRUOZ_0KNPlIhEYCv6nh3tb5nCBdx5YoQ6DNrC21PsaX-Sz79JQdAJlSiSQyhy0v96cnnoCNxE51UJpWsc2Q0rq-Y44PDXJDte91sxtOYp_rSuGe1_mwLD_DAlwbt064zidv6YCK2Hw/w296-h640/IMG_4317.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, know, who can this be?! Kamala or Biden? From our airport or just flying over us? Either way, very cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Friday - Kid Free!</p><p>- Phew! What a day so far, but we made it! I became the "last minute" mom and was labeling all of Abishai's stuff just a few minutes before I was to take Justin to Greenfield so he could go to with Kellie, Kya, and Alexander to the big city pool. I was actually a tad later than I wanted to be, but it all worked out. It's a good thing Abishai is the 4th kid and I know the packing list by heart. It doesn't change much between any camp or event. I almost forgot his bathing suit, though! Phew! But I'm glad I got him all packed up BEFORE I took Justin.</p><p>- Then we booked it to Greenfield. Let's just say I'm grateful that I don't usually see cops on the backroads. I sped more than I usually do. And there were a couple of detours I forgot about. I got home just as Jared was getting home from work. We ate at home, and he kind of took his sweet time. Sigh. I was trying to rush him along. But whatever. We still made it down to Trafalgar by 1:45pm. We got there after the big rush so it really was perfect timing.</p><p>- Abishai talked the whole way down about anything and everything! He had wound himself up all morning and just couldn't help himself! He was like a puppy dog looking out the front door, wagging his tail so fast and thinking, "People, people, people!!!!" Ok extra extrovert, calm down! Your bucket will be extra extra full in 27 1/2 hrs time, promise! Cool your heels! He and I had had a great snuggle session this morning, too. Because we were the last parents to get there, we were able to both quickly get in the dorm and make his bed and get him settled in. I got my obligatory "here he is at camp on his bunk" photo. He got his string bag and water bottle, in a lovely shade of, you guessed it, e2 green! Mr. Sam put his name on his bag, and we filled it up in the boys' bathroom. And then I slipped into a stall to go the bathroom. I know, I know, it's the boys' bathroom. I was quick. They were leaving soon for their next meeting (camp rules). I got a hug and kiss from my little big boy and then we quickly left.</p><p>- And then I had a pouty face. The last one. The last one to really start on overnight camps. I only have 11 years left to play mom and then they are all grown. I have to smash all the things into only 11 years. And then what do I do with my life? Rescue hurt dogs? Go back to school? Do more homeschool related stuff? Teach my grandkids? I have no idea. I've been a stay at home mom for my whole adult life, even before I graduated high school. I don't know anything else. My whole career life is a stay at home mom. For 30 years in total, I will have been a stay at home mom with kids under the age of 18 or in K-12th grade. Yup, that's a long career. I don't want it to ever end. So, yes, I'm having the "this is the beginning of the end" blues. Sigh.</p><p>- I tried to talk to Jared on the way home, but he was silent. And then I delay fished my way on to the computer. I would like to make some headway with these photos and vids on these two last blog posts. I was flipping through my old scrapbooks for Workcamp and High School and it hit me that I really have been recording memories since I was 14 years old. And if I hadn't been, these memories would only be in my head and I wouldn't be able to share them with people like Mike. I wouldn't be able to see Chris or Nathan's faces again. I wouldn't see Michelle or Bethany. My kids wouldn't get to see me with bangs or my dogs Waggle and Daisy or my horse Trevor. And, even that when the youth group went on their fall hike, I took the same kind of photos of nature and fall colors of leaves on trees as I do now, 25 years later. I think, I'll give up the blog, somehow, I need to stop. It takes up too much time. I take too many photos, people just don't take time for it. It all blows up in smoke someday anyway. Why do I keep doing it? Because of the same reasons I started 25 years ago. Because stories matter. And with stories, you need photos. I'm a photo journalist. I want to tell stories. But the photos tell the stories better than I do. And someday, I will have my room cleaned up and I can get back to real scrapbooks again. Maybe I'll finally put together printed books with some of these photos. But for now, I at least have these stories written down and some of my thoughts processed. It's an imperfect process and has been in these busy years, but at least I've done something over the years. So, I'll continue on for now. And maybe someday I'll come up with a quicker or simpler process. But for now, it is still at least a little bit important to me so I will continue.</p><p>- I also had some thoughts about chauffeuring the kids around. My mom got to the same point in her life where she had to put her social life aside and her hobbies and just do it. She would homeschool us from 8am to about 2:30pm and then she would start her driving rounds and go until about 10pm. Sometimes she would have some breaks in between depending on if she had the carpool for gymnastics that night or not. But for 4-6 years, it's what she did, maybe longer. And then, we started to drive ourselves more and more. I didn't get to see the rest because I moved to college and got married. But eventually, we were gone. And it was just her and Dad. That's when they joined a small group with the Beachy's and dug into deeper friendships again and she started to do her handicrafts more. She did get to have that time again. She just had to be patient and wait for it. She and Dad always talked about doing their hobbies more and more after they moved out to Indiana, that's why they rented a 3 bedroom apartment so they each had a bedroom to hold their crafting stuff and stay out of each other's way. They just died too young to really enjoy that part of their life when all was said and done. And my fear has always been that I wouldn't take care of myself well enough that I would die young, too. So I wanted to enjoy life now as well as later. And the other part was that my children would be involved in each other's lives during these years instead of just off doing their own activities. I wanted to do things as a family not just as individuals. And, even when they kick and scream and pout, I can be content that I have tried my best to continue family meals, watched TV shows together like Obi Wan, gone to events as a whole family, continued teaching history as a family unit for as long as I possibly could, and at least talked about being a family unit. I know they will go their separate ways as young adults, but hopefully, when they settle down and have their own families, they can reflect and remember that I tried my best and we did at least have some moments together, some threads that tie the blood bonds together, better than what happened with my siblings and I. And now two of my siblings and I do get along just fine, and we manage ok. The other one doesn't talk to me. And I don't want that to happen with my kids. That's the part I want to prevent. And if I have prevented that, all the kicking and screaming now as teenagers was worth it. </p><p>- So, my goal is to stop complaining about the lost time of me driving them everywhere. I'll just toodle around and do my thing enjoying teasing them and lecturing them and sometimes letting them practice their driving and getting mad at the roads. And somehow find other time to journal photos and get myself to be more efficient in other tasks at home. Or forget organizing anything at home like my mother did during those years. Not one closet changed during those years. She would organize school books, but that's it. She never purged anything until they got ready to move here in 2005. Life was too busy. She never deep cleaned. She was too busy being a mom to us. Praying over us while we were at youth group. Taking my sister to swim lessons and knitting socks for the Indian reservation instead of wasting gas driving back and forth. She barely ate and slept as it was. She had to stay up to make sure my sister's leotards were washed and on the drying rack to dry during the night and through the next day ready in case she needed that one for practice the next day. Meals were made by me half of the time because I was home. She poured over book catalogs and decided on what curriculum was best. She knew what was better than a few cobwebs. Ok, it was a lot of cobwebs. But, we all survived. And so will we. I know what is best. I do want to be like my mom, but with a slight twist. I want to stay healthy and not die at the age of 60. And I want to stay closer at a family but doing more things together as a family. Other than that, I can be just like my mom. She is one of my heroes. </p><p>- The rest of the day was interesting. Kellie brought Justin and Kya to our house for the rest of the afternoon and evening. Jared had them sit on the couch or in the garage in Justin's man cave. They ended up playing Minecraft together! Did you know that Kya's Minecraft/Playstation name is Blanabsgirl? I can't stop smiling about that one! When Jared and I were dating and I wanted an alternative AOL Instant Messenger name, he came up with jonsonchic, yes without the H. So, he basically "claimed" me. And now, Kya basically claimed herself Justin's girl! His name on Playstation is Blanabs, which he took over from Benaiah. So it's Blanabs and Blanabsgirl. Oh my goodness! How endearing! I swear, when the world turns sideways and I come across these innocent little things, it gives me so much hope. It makes it so worth it to fight for the big things out there. It gives me more passion to dig in and be bold and fight more for them. And to protect them. They are so precious, my little humans. Well, big humans, but my younger humans. All I want for them is a better world. I know in reality it won't come. I know what the Bible says. But I will fight for them, none the less. Because they are so cute and innocent. We've shielded them from the ugliness of the world and will continue to do so for as long as we can. I was shielded and I appreciated it in the long run. It didn't affect my overall maturity and thinking. But these two, yes, I complain about the long drives but man, I couldn't ask for a better situation at the moment. Kellie and I bend over backwards for them because we know it's worth it. Or driving downtown to see Keturah smile with her friends. Or driving 45 minutes to camp and getting pictures in return to see Abishai finding new friends his age. Sacrificing my own deep relationships right now in order for them to mature and develop is so worth it.</p><p>- I was able to finish the day by finishing the previous week's blog post completely. That felt good. Now I just have to finish this week's. I've got the big paragraphs done. It's just the pics and vids again, which should be fairly easy. We didn't go too far this week. I need to get this done because the cousins come next week. I drank a second cup of coffee so I can hold out a little longer before I get too tired to type. Tomorrow we have nothing on the agenda until we get Abishai at 5. But I hope Jared works on getting the site for the pool ready. I'm not sure what he's up to. We haven't spoken much this week. And then I have to help Keturah with her room stuff if I have time. I really wish I had time to go to the pro-life rally today because it was going to be big with all the pro-life groups. I just don't have time. Money and prayer is all I have to give these days. And plenty of shout outs on social media. I wish my fellow Christians would be loud and bold and give more shout outs about this Victory today! 50 years of Roe v. Wade. has been overturned. It's hard to be sad or mad or depressed on a day like today! I put a note on today's date on my phone calendar to celebrate it again next year. June 24th, 2022. The day that Roe v. Wade was overturned! What a rejoicing there should be! But the backlash from supposed Christians is appalling. And sad. I will try to move on. We have things to do. TV shows to watch if I can stand it. My own babies to love and grow. All told, I will have spent 30 years of my adult life as a stay at home mom raising children. That's a career. The best one. The only one I think I truly wanted. I thought about being a business woman and working at a firm in accounting for a couple of years but ultimately I was going to bring the work home. I had previously thought about being a farm vet and having my own hours so I could also be home. All things led to being home. And both those also led to some good money, too, so I could take care of my babies, not knowing what my husband would be making. And I was believing the lies that women needed to have a career outside the home in order to be happy. I'm just as busy being home as I would have been having a career. And the little bit that I did work didn't make me happier or more fulfilled. I work part time volunteering with IAHE. I spend just as much time and energy on that as I did at Crescent Project earning $11 an hour or whatever it was as their accountant. It's less stressful because it doesn't have to be as precise as accounting. But 30 years as a stay at home mom. And I still don't do all the things I want to do that I know I would be good at. Life is too interesting. Thank you ADHD for that. Thank you, God, for giving my kids all kinds of personalities so I would never get bored. There's always a new problem to be solved. I think being an accountant would probably get boring. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9sDx4whAGG0DllDPLnr8JLXYysr9knZkg2G-c9dLADJp41A3VeWQyMuJpnwY8oF03g0k5-TaTmuS9Ducriw3A8XIue_YpEQxWMIeWrSJRCwbtI4FK9Iv-F4vdTLEPYCs8rt50U_zS2Y9tTkmOACsMU7jM1zywiXg83pbNVcUP33kwg9PAseE0g/s1024/imagejpeg_0(1).jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB9sDx4whAGG0DllDPLnr8JLXYysr9knZkg2G-c9dLADJp41A3VeWQyMuJpnwY8oF03g0k5-TaTmuS9Ducriw3A8XIue_YpEQxWMIeWrSJRCwbtI4FK9Iv-F4vdTLEPYCs8rt50U_zS2Y9tTkmOACsMU7jM1zywiXg83pbNVcUP33kwg9PAseE0g/w480-h640/imagejpeg_0(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So the other leader was dubbed the camera man and text string updater, so we got plenty of fun photos and videos of what was going on with the Wolf Pack over the 27 hrs that they were gone from us. It was a little strange to be able to get live updates from a kid at camp, but also pretty comforting because well, I do worry about my kid, just like all parents, do. It was fun to interact with the other parents and I hope that maybe I'll get to know the parents in the future, maybe for birthday parties or playdates. Abishai knew some of the boys going into this and now he knows more of them and knows them better. I'm not sure who is more funny, the boys, or Mr. Sam Southworth. 2nd graders are still so little and cute, but don't tell them that! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FibNw3TZUrpcF3xSwfRAQLW80mHWKDZRNDNWLGGt9meQnd8jiLkNxOUrXVETU1SE15e-ppF3cBWsmvk1wUJkcCUQUS70wTjibgdw73CTjJQVsJY94YvCwrdKfcqv6pct7UvHX6bZlulsMeJqGanxpMINEy0Q9evMKrhhmu45u2HUDAiMiBt0Dg/s1024/imagejpeg_0.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FibNw3TZUrpcF3xSwfRAQLW80mHWKDZRNDNWLGGt9meQnd8jiLkNxOUrXVETU1SE15e-ppF3cBWsmvk1wUJkcCUQUS70wTjibgdw73CTjJQVsJY94YvCwrdKfcqv6pct7UvHX6bZlulsMeJqGanxpMINEy0Q9evMKrhhmu45u2HUDAiMiBt0Dg/w480-h640/imagejpeg_0.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They teamed up with one of the girl groups to become __________ <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKNkbS0DlILa7RTixDBGRjDkDgMO1OHvx_daQwFSW1X_T1cW3aB9dMFjurhiqaIrRuzhSE9BG83u588PHH6nxTIl2ipbb0OXfFq8qWMDC0g9IuQQgghgXb8igrXkxAOuSB2hcrTcvwvxPi2Ar4Azm9SE2qFcNGsSquSMZo1Zw8GxhPAM8K-Ehsg/s480/IMG_1648.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUKNkbS0DlILa7RTixDBGRjDkDgMO1OHvx_daQwFSW1X_T1cW3aB9dMFjurhiqaIrRuzhSE9BG83u588PHH6nxTIl2ipbb0OXfFq8qWMDC0g9IuQQgghgXb8igrXkxAOuSB2hcrTcvwvxPi2Ar4Azm9SE2qFcNGsSquSMZo1Zw8GxhPAM8K-Ehsg/w640-h480/IMG_1648.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With Mrs. Allison<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrO_-DnF-PwYLzeMW0Tppgc4MBf0zOdMaMUOG-fS-vWTkYMz--yRAa_gvZ_MSEWdan4ESfGkBramnplh87TRfgjLQJ7HuWxblluBIoNzXPfzjUGuT6THLVSbxTCzPHJjDeN05V01OYjg3V8t-5YKKKhT_7COBoNhL5bHo63GlXaGSz_KysRw6Ug/s640/IMG_1650.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXrO_-DnF-PwYLzeMW0Tppgc4MBf0zOdMaMUOG-fS-vWTkYMz--yRAa_gvZ_MSEWdan4ESfGkBramnplh87TRfgjLQJ7HuWxblluBIoNzXPfzjUGuT6THLVSbxTCzPHJjDeN05V01OYjg3V8t-5YKKKhT_7COBoNhL5bHo63GlXaGSz_KysRw6Ug/w640-h480/IMG_1650.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting to hear about the camp rules and camp schedule.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwuubTxPsFxYvco3wXqafwJV3mK3dwxVbmD1B4Jd0M_Vmxqz1lPv2KOiQBy3x9QnMclvTDQhWcChqUi8foPzGsgIE5Qf59CkJ1UbLcM9EGHUgapusMxkMJULWIkJFkuqVexZDT2e6lVnyv7MkAEhyi5fbZ6hiuBmHECqEtOBiF3H53gn73DIkkw/s1024/IMG_1674.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwuubTxPsFxYvco3wXqafwJV3mK3dwxVbmD1B4Jd0M_Vmxqz1lPv2KOiQBy3x9QnMclvTDQhWcChqUi8foPzGsgIE5Qf59CkJ1UbLcM9EGHUgapusMxkMJULWIkJFkuqVexZDT2e6lVnyv7MkAEhyi5fbZ6hiuBmHECqEtOBiF3H53gn73DIkkw/w640-h480/IMG_1674.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to go out on the lake! My boy is so short! And there's always a grumpy one of the bunch. I think his name is Griffin and yes, he hardly ever smiled for photos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gSoqiOoAfxGa2e_-shx8lV1sKB3w77gcgJKiEEo62mPNYhm_gHI3CsNUL00j9g9SJOpxqXLVpi7ele8aVilKrspqfCuluZO0OhkXG7Bapkk7ShFbD84xuw3tGWQQ-WGZglBBDek1KwNsx1JS1LoAUCVYw5EeVt6VIwfRN5pIJqZmEZoAugk3JQ/s1024/IMG_1706.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gSoqiOoAfxGa2e_-shx8lV1sKB3w77gcgJKiEEo62mPNYhm_gHI3CsNUL00j9g9SJOpxqXLVpi7ele8aVilKrspqfCuluZO0OhkXG7Bapkk7ShFbD84xuw3tGWQQ-WGZglBBDek1KwNsx1JS1LoAUCVYw5EeVt6VIwfRN5pIJqZmEZoAugk3JQ/w640-h480/IMG_1706.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They all had very unique and loud personalities I heard.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOpDjSkUgz1HE1MiYtOQMppf-SKeLwNhoxKiFMPAegAsErs2H9h-0R0VrrFSt1cQLrtxdCHEWwi0JxgUw82Y-yH81efSYGmjwIY_7bS5-cAirkewbSx7Nv7TX72ftYINlVyhSRpIKPZyy9yXlRkjNgRONXPu2nQmymqBbvzJEAa5RAJ32dfMjdg/s640/IMG_1970.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvOpDjSkUgz1HE1MiYtOQMppf-SKeLwNhoxKiFMPAegAsErs2H9h-0R0VrrFSt1cQLrtxdCHEWwi0JxgUw82Y-yH81efSYGmjwIY_7bS5-cAirkewbSx7Nv7TX72ftYINlVyhSRpIKPZyy9yXlRkjNgRONXPu2nQmymqBbvzJEAa5RAJ32dfMjdg/w480-h640/IMG_1970.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Showing off their muscles.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiX1X6eSyRV8vRLjUsg41EYJtdK6Gtw2tAGenPbJEpP4-_bwcO8-XzFFUFgDt-bTfx5H114Wf5QadUvbZJKU19lKLmHNxeA7WTIbQhB1hgbk65zcGY9WO41lVmWqdeNea-SkWMKpm6s5BIZRv4AddNmvK7l7HlAnxU4RmGpcJ6CUX1mWGgTw7kw/s640/IMG_1980.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyiX1X6eSyRV8vRLjUsg41EYJtdK6Gtw2tAGenPbJEpP4-_bwcO8-XzFFUFgDt-bTfx5H114Wf5QadUvbZJKU19lKLmHNxeA7WTIbQhB1hgbk65zcGY9WO41lVmWqdeNea-SkWMKpm6s5BIZRv4AddNmvK7l7HlAnxU4RmGpcJ6CUX1mWGgTw7kw/w480-h640/IMG_1980.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Group project to reinforce the lesson which was on In the beginning God created.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_vm_QmUUynWye01QLbILe0cVcMcKW2tBWB9ldLpBI74ZtzJJYu2LXKaYyt3DrX07ESMLDchsorqoraMgH3NNQNYS5P2vnLwas_gRlZDxQxILHsLfZ6WyvxNefHFZctJgqv2Ipj297DLJUy5a9L02hO7bfoboOTlfyK5WuhP8UJUisRkvNUL6qw/s4032/IMG_4318.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_vm_QmUUynWye01QLbILe0cVcMcKW2tBWB9ldLpBI74ZtzJJYu2LXKaYyt3DrX07ESMLDchsorqoraMgH3NNQNYS5P2vnLwas_gRlZDxQxILHsLfZ6WyvxNefHFZctJgqv2Ipj297DLJUy5a9L02hO7bfoboOTlfyK5WuhP8UJUisRkvNUL6qw/w480-h640/IMG_4318.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was Abishai's idea to be rockin' the Rockin' Road Trip Indian Creek VBS t-shirt from 2005. This was Benaiah's t-shirt because he was 3 years old and I was 7 months pregnant with Justin. How crazy is that?! Hardly anyone there at camp would have probably been part of the VBSs we used to do at the Creek. Mrs. Alison and Mr. Chad weren't there. Sam I Am was. Most of the volunteers were in their young 20's or last teens. Crazy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpKR1jiZT7-AUZhQ-cyOTQuk1I3fv3QtBnyURGQ9zQUWIEec7tlYEBNCaRL5MEtUBuMjDwMG9orj6_35KDdf-Scazf5Gte8zG1P9_8SNe_uQpxze73e_U9wP6KS-zAoldX9QJjkSvmR4SYT1vAK_Ti1vLj9ZVwhDXwWmCj4Xm4HqWG1GCCvgq-w/s4032/IMG_4319.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpKR1jiZT7-AUZhQ-cyOTQuk1I3fv3QtBnyURGQ9zQUWIEec7tlYEBNCaRL5MEtUBuMjDwMG9orj6_35KDdf-Scazf5Gte8zG1P9_8SNe_uQpxze73e_U9wP6KS-zAoldX9QJjkSvmR4SYT1vAK_Ti1vLj9ZVwhDXwWmCj4Xm4HqWG1GCCvgq-w/w480-h640/IMG_4319.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/FlKd6fuOxtE" target="_blank">Abishai is ready for camp!</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_n_f4xWhxXRPERO9ORDKhQVPN-jo4s1muTgibb5fLG_sEyRxp96jsknzx5pc0-gzr3kYsLO6m-CX8xQKsPHp8mLCGtHTPeRRKIaUCHctL2C3teqW2xZeTt2YzwelK4zxVwNbpu5GiWU_NgUJXxIH3I5Nd9r8yFjJ1OfQFOF2sKb7gWfv7y_4EA/s3088/IMG_4322.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_n_f4xWhxXRPERO9ORDKhQVPN-jo4s1muTgibb5fLG_sEyRxp96jsknzx5pc0-gzr3kYsLO6m-CX8xQKsPHp8mLCGtHTPeRRKIaUCHctL2C3teqW2xZeTt2YzwelK4zxVwNbpu5GiWU_NgUJXxIH3I5Nd9r8yFjJ1OfQFOF2sKb7gWfv7y_4EA/w300-h400/IMG_4322.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't take my picture, Mom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskTI6frUvgZKIDET_9TTfrrvM8unxO5gq8n--TnZ1yoPuUyU9TYNbKG5WzYrITDuA9b4XRdVyT4xHaOxYOv0WMP2XAuR2YUrzYFk7FBlSwrrXxAvA3RmdrtVzI3hygH9tTJkr6nOEUN90BwbI3xF9Cwmi2umRwG0gzztVEI4AuQt91CCtmD4_2w/s3088/IMG_4323.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskTI6frUvgZKIDET_9TTfrrvM8unxO5gq8n--TnZ1yoPuUyU9TYNbKG5WzYrITDuA9b4XRdVyT4xHaOxYOv0WMP2XAuR2YUrzYFk7FBlSwrrXxAvA3RmdrtVzI3hygH9tTJkr6nOEUN90BwbI3xF9Cwmi2umRwG0gzztVEI4AuQt91CCtmD4_2w/w480-h640/IMG_4323.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm cute and I know it! Even with my very crooked glasses! I swear I take him in to get his glasses fixed every few months! He's just so active and the glasses are so pliable that they don't hold up their shape very well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQWUSRqJEFaCaJ13vUuWB8-Kog3sUuXuNXa0qbEP38lG7OCHi2H_xdVQv2Lj79GMcigUQReSr37eMWQ-EHVkLODw94e9NRGIH5DJui2ahsNIKNX7ukmjbc996nGZ-gdIC5khE0pXwagDXZ7RVS7JDgXobgOg0WhtUK5hfHWtHryPKjAIWi9DfPA/s3088/IMG_4324.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQWUSRqJEFaCaJ13vUuWB8-Kog3sUuXuNXa0qbEP38lG7OCHi2H_xdVQv2Lj79GMcigUQReSr37eMWQ-EHVkLODw94e9NRGIH5DJui2ahsNIKNX7ukmjbc996nGZ-gdIC5khE0pXwagDXZ7RVS7JDgXobgOg0WhtUK5hfHWtHryPKjAIWi9DfPA/w300-h400/IMG_4324.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I'm ready for camp.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lAtN4OMao8zMR5ZHPtIXmZccGQA2to_x9RWCV-rrSb0_S4Jb6EsPqaVFKwwT7r_V7Z9DHeEeyFVulZfyrCMfMjHaADEM7fgY1pUHHwT5raWX8XdV9gUBWpt1fTGJBM6Jomls1HKnF3RN7jM5N-K8ZOZFkr4FNqD4kNB-kKA1iw2qOmc8YOga8w/s3088/IMG_4325.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2lAtN4OMao8zMR5ZHPtIXmZccGQA2to_x9RWCV-rrSb0_S4Jb6EsPqaVFKwwT7r_V7Z9DHeEeyFVulZfyrCMfMjHaADEM7fgY1pUHHwT5raWX8XdV9gUBWpt1fTGJBM6Jomls1HKnF3RN7jM5N-K8ZOZFkr4FNqD4kNB-kKA1iw2qOmc8YOga8w/w480-h640/IMG_4325.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, I KNOW I'm ready for camp!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx471vlHaO16HtiO7FW2qs0y_gKDTFI6myvfcrGeGTypCfSTPsY6rcBrZUvI0EuP_Bo-4a_GYMykeO1-9slzPdPunz7y9LNGuMoAlUEeU_OVmofljNwnnqaixLsTgW5KvSoiXFyCBVhZ3sQkSKaEB3kaqd5rJOM90VMZBU2oygWXBv3Gr1qjvlg/s4032/IMG_4326.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmx471vlHaO16HtiO7FW2qs0y_gKDTFI6myvfcrGeGTypCfSTPsY6rcBrZUvI0EuP_Bo-4a_GYMykeO1-9slzPdPunz7y9LNGuMoAlUEeU_OVmofljNwnnqaixLsTgW5KvSoiXFyCBVhZ3sQkSKaEB3kaqd5rJOM90VMZBU2oygWXBv3Gr1qjvlg/w480-h640/IMG_4326.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We arrived 10 minutes before we were supposed to be out of there, so we both just went in quickly and got him set up. All the other parents were already gone. No one seemed to mind. The boys didn't tease Abishai or anything. Mr. Sam liked Abishai's cool comforter and blankie. Abishai said no one teased him about his stuffie. He got his bag and water bottle and we got his water bottle filled up. We got out his hat to wear and keep the sun out. And then I quickly used the boys' bathroom and pretended I didn't see urinals in there. I had coffee at lunch. In and out so they could get on with their day. If Daddy hadn't taken so much time at lunch time, we wouldn't have left so late. But, we also missed all the crowds coming in as well. (This strategy worked well the next day as well). I barely got a good bye hug from Abishai. It was a bit chaotic, but I think he was just ready and fine to get camp started. Brave boy he is. I almost ended up in tears knowing it's the last time I drop off a 2nd grader at his first overnight camp. The last of the firsts with the last kid. I just can't handle these! And he's terribly cute, too! I'm sure he's going to do great! I'm just as nervous with him as I was with Benaiah though. It's kind of crazy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIRk6jOyB4wSW2hfd7muEQt9NfpRB6w1gj1fCyugOatnBeIKTnZjdvnCirGKsvpQOQ_s9orSIiFHXxWDAtEFRn4PWZsJAN165Sk1cDJIZXIpUqExcsdofB7g55DqNAHi0ZVXRcGXIt8_bYzrHq0kn6s1AAkRJ8x2aYwoPuQojfR1GkmxOoB6n8Q/s4032/IMG_4327.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisIRk6jOyB4wSW2hfd7muEQt9NfpRB6w1gj1fCyugOatnBeIKTnZjdvnCirGKsvpQOQ_s9orSIiFHXxWDAtEFRn4PWZsJAN165Sk1cDJIZXIpUqExcsdofB7g55DqNAHi0ZVXRcGXIt8_bYzrHq0kn6s1AAkRJ8x2aYwoPuQojfR1GkmxOoB6n8Q/w480-h640/IMG_4327.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbXT87FGErHa4gKmE0QqQGqlFfT1YFHIo60iJxP1xIOzca5bG_DhhdxbBctPmPdN_61sfUErIq5aO7fpcy4h_lCYqvX_kxFjJh5A0aKcZZk6N8N8D0hqT0oO3YjlDmiO3iwCK_2g4ldQ4Mp-6XaegUYTS3K3vFRlry4N6md5Q41FCEufQQ68Xzw/s4032/IMG_4329.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbXT87FGErHa4gKmE0QqQGqlFfT1YFHIo60iJxP1xIOzca5bG_DhhdxbBctPmPdN_61sfUErIq5aO7fpcy4h_lCYqvX_kxFjJh5A0aKcZZk6N8N8D0hqT0oO3YjlDmiO3iwCK_2g4ldQ4Mp-6XaegUYTS3K3vFRlry4N6md5Q41FCEufQQ68Xzw/w640-h480/IMG_4329.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were all ready to walk over to their next activity as we pulled out. Look at those big little kids. 2nd graders are incredibly adorable but still handfuls. They are in great hands with Sam and Jake. I have no worries about that part. First of all, Sam is a nurse and the son of great friends of mine and Jared knows him as well. And Jared sort of knows Jake or hears his name through Mike Kellibrew. I'm so grateful that there are guys that have the ability to take off a full Friday to do this with the little guys. And then other guys that have taken the whole week off to go with the 3rd-5th graders, and the 6th-8th graders, and the 9th-12th graders. That part of Indian Creek Christian Church and every other church I've been a part of it, is incredible. Church wouldn't happen without dedicated volunteers. Especially the physical on hands people like these guys. Again, I paid my dues in that way, and I'm grateful for that phase of life and I wish I could have done more. I am reaping the benefits now of all of my years of serving and now I am my mom and I sit here and I pray for them during all of the camps, regardless if my kid is in that particular camp or not. For physical safety, for things like them drinking enough water and not getting sunstroke, to not getting broken bones, to breakthroughs spiritually, all the things my mom fervently prayed for when she couldn't go on any of the trips. Her prayers produced miracles among us. Someone had to stay behind and walk the dogs and pray. I don't hate Indian Creek or the parents or leaders like this. I'm grateful for them and I'm glad that my children can still enjoy all that there is to offer there.They are still growing and learning. All these precious 2nd graders. I love it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqd2DjIvZwGuTk6zC3ho1zJe5iAppDNYduG2l8se4m3G2VQReHDJ04ndy9CwsDj2PYFSjWw3tQUjm0ZOWcD9p4GruY8e6a1TEf_eQ5fq1-Y8CnW2VGHhvwHh__iMz3ALUkfzGzKwOMPP-XDQwdLCfQqBPOOOcCLZ-J_c3DMbT_WkotBaWBLlDmA/s582/IMG_4346.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="582" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqd2DjIvZwGuTk6zC3ho1zJe5iAppDNYduG2l8se4m3G2VQReHDJ04ndy9CwsDj2PYFSjWw3tQUjm0ZOWcD9p4GruY8e6a1TEf_eQ5fq1-Y8CnW2VGHhvwHh__iMz3ALUkfzGzKwOMPP-XDQwdLCfQqBPOOOcCLZ-J_c3DMbT_WkotBaWBLlDmA/w640-h476/IMG_4346.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course, my son has to be the one who doesn't do what the others do! He beats to his drum, and that is totally ok with me, EXCEPT when he's making a gun with his fingers at a church camp! Come on, now! No violence, dude! What were you thinking? SMH Oi!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBgdaKcGyvZCNrrVquWjAxOamgIfZHTt5nB_rILwefHaFFQebL_7xSH3c28v_65FJ59x225f7to4V5Z_m3PZGRX7xU816ws1XYN1AkxmNcsGBDZp7VMkXBq2JvvvtKixnVzLDuRvJ6zXEN_SUopI4HcyjR4YcF71gpn8Da44yw_nHFQDyy00JHw/s4032/IMG_4347.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBgdaKcGyvZCNrrVquWjAxOamgIfZHTt5nB_rILwefHaFFQebL_7xSH3c28v_65FJ59x225f7to4V5Z_m3PZGRX7xU816ws1XYN1AkxmNcsGBDZp7VMkXBq2JvvvtKixnVzLDuRvJ6zXEN_SUopI4HcyjR4YcF71gpn8Da44yw_nHFQDyy00JHw/w480-h640/IMG_4347.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In this house, we reduce, reuse and recycle. It just so happened that e2's 10th anniversary of becoming a 501(c)3 organization was on June 22nd. So they had gotten these balloons for it. Well, Jared brought them home, maybe just because of maybe because today is Justin's 10th spiritual birthday! We really haven't celebrating their spiritual birthdays yet, but since I pulled and copied out everyone's spiritual birthdays, I want to make a point of it. And it just so happened that his 10th happened this week, same as e2's. I never knew that! How cool! I do remember the year it was because it was right before we moved to Canada because he wanted to do it here with his friends before he moved. He was a bit young at being just shy of 7, but that didn't stop him or us. June 2012 was a whirlwind of a month. I have no idea how I managed. I think that's why I basically broke down emotionally when we left the Beech Grove house for the last time on July 1st, 2012. But anyway, very cool. 10 years for Justin. Benaiah will have his 13th spiritual birthday in October. Keturah's 1st spiritual birthday is at the end of July. It's just kind of fun to recognize that stuff! No need for a big to do, but it's nice to mark the day, and what a great day to do it with the end of Roe v. Wade!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HOPybJEqyf5MmiacCS5hC1EIgnMwLKCGq6HIKkmhkDOGU7NGpnVLrTSbJgmPfeZJFid2mMHcFrG2LtzJ0tu7mv-w6RQJssef4m0kHPDuYxxde8-hUL5wf4qzRI1Fu7kig9Jt4UQYY47NlyHH10NEMmwtslwciiJLQ3C3vE7aRTTJ1AvfG-9ueg/s4032/IMG_4349.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_HOPybJEqyf5MmiacCS5hC1EIgnMwLKCGq6HIKkmhkDOGU7NGpnVLrTSbJgmPfeZJFid2mMHcFrG2LtzJ0tu7mv-w6RQJssef4m0kHPDuYxxde8-hUL5wf4qzRI1Fu7kig9Jt4UQYY47NlyHH10NEMmwtslwciiJLQ3C3vE7aRTTJ1AvfG-9ueg/s320/IMG_4349.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since Kellie dropped this two off for the rest of the day, (Justin had been with them for a good part of the day at the pool), and Jared stayed home after we took Abishai to camp, Jared made them sit in the sitting room or out here in the garage where he was working. So, the pair of them played on Minecraft together on their various platforms. Aren't they cute? At least they are partly outside and are sort of getting fresh air. As fresh as it can be with sanding dust is floating back in from Jared sanding primer paint off of the "J." And I guess they look comfortable enough in Justin's "man cave." Lol. Most definitely redneck. But I will tell you, I do sweep in there, and we do vacuum the rug, and I organize what I can. It may look messy, but it's definitely not. Anyway, here's what I found adorable. You see, when Kya was coming up with her Minecraft name, she couldn't think of anything that unique so she settled on Blanabsgirl. Justin is Blanabs. What is hilarious to me is that 20 something years ago, when I was coming up an alternative AOL Instant Messenger name, I choose jonsonhic, yes, without the "H." Apparently, Kya and I need a little help with our creativity and we do crush on the guys in our life alot. I love it, so much. It's so sweet and endearing. Social roles, cues, and interactions. It's so fascinating. If only I could sort them out for myself so I always produced the right result. So Blanabs and Blanabsgirl had fun playing Minecraft in Blanabs man cave! Ah! My heart melts! I'm such a romantic!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTLNxskAC8n7y9JoYT9lxD_NtXm4fTfoFXCeBDuWXVG75zIgl2BX4V2Nz0GH8I4M39WfVZDDy5z5xL-SZoMynAKsus7am5DmWm6FHxx0Gf2J9AD1G1l4WjkxULJC4-nUuyltwxqMYBLP1I2aTFaGReWgV08A5msrKu305RPUeMrqCpMMoN6_OZQ/s960/IMG_4359.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTLNxskAC8n7y9JoYT9lxD_NtXm4fTfoFXCeBDuWXVG75zIgl2BX4V2Nz0GH8I4M39WfVZDDy5z5xL-SZoMynAKsus7am5DmWm6FHxx0Gf2J9AD1G1l4WjkxULJC4-nUuyltwxqMYBLP1I2aTFaGReWgV08A5msrKu305RPUeMrqCpMMoN6_OZQ/w640-h480/IMG_4359.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The boys learned how to play gaga ball better. Abishai said he didn't do that well. I think he's just not used to playing with kids his size. I think he also found having a lot of kids his age and size overwhelming. He wasn't used to constantly butt heads with others. He's more used to the older kids being nice to him because he is the youngest. He said the noise level at camp bothered him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKjZAxhXQaiFDg_nkS3XzwT6acvv8-QOgOs3JtAnjp1j_5f6rKVSXq4KCF0AvXe0L0yNotVJJvu1MbVsunag' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmE6vSXQqumoD5fp-j45vbAD0CJIe18qUvmh7Xwh_9axx5oHrMtGOy8zahrhNKtLFsJbWRs034CcMQZgCOaQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIMqU4Ia1mJI64jUDFIHb-tF0XNDG8DytM1veTpEUHQ9brvc6Tm7WqZXXo01TS61ZSxGmDpipTJ3TgN0-CLQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Saturday - </p><p>- Well, I thought we'd all sleep in, but Jared and I were up at 8. I was told our alarm clock, Abishai, was the first one awake this morning at camp. Go figure! Lol! I love how the other dad has shared all these play by play photos with us. And videos! I've gotten to see Abishai stomp and pout when he didn't get his way. And I've gotten to see him in his life jacket, in a tree goofing off, doing his coloring page, showing off his muscles, playing gaga ball, and smiling and having a great time. And the KP page took a great photo of him in last year's Camp Allendale shirt and put it on their Instagram page. His fellow campers have some interesting personalities. Some sleep in until 10. Some are already ready for naps. Some are great at basketball. Some don't smile easily. Some like to dance. I can't wait to hear Abishai talk a mile a minute on the way home! His love tank is going to be sooooo full! He might not even want to talk if he is feeling overwhelmed and just done with it all. Who knows. I can't wait to squeeze him! I missed him the minute I left him. It's WAY too quiet around here. And boring.</p><p>- I think Justin and Keturah both had their own agendas today and Daddy interrupted those agendas. He has them digging up part of the grass area of the front porch and doing something to make the spot for the pool out back. I didn't ask any questions. He's got his own ideas. Hopefully he knows what he's doing and the spot is not on any water lines or well lines or whatever. I don't think so. And hopefully he isn't screwing up the front grass flower bed. I know he's heard me talk about it enough about what I wanted, but, we'll just see what actually happens. The kids are outside working and something for the pool is getting done. That makes me happy. Keturah needs me to go through some of her stuff but I told her, it wasn't on my agenda for her to go through her room like that, so it will have to wait. I'm not sure what else was on her agenda today. My agenda consisted of a shower and this blog. I did sit and try to listen to some Bible, too. Jared and I tried to talk a bit as well.</p><p> - The shower was very uncomfortable as we are trying to get through that nasty bag of salt that is making me itch like crazy. I was ok for the first 5 minutes and then I could feel the burning sensation and itch coming on me like a wave. It made me cry for the rest of my shower. I had other emotions to release, too. But seriously, it just hurts. It makes my skin hurt, burn, crawl, itch. I can't even look forward to a hot shower anymore and I need those for my muscles. So I avoid them and yes, don't take them as often. It frustrates me because it's summer. And it's basic hygiene. But when you literally dread it because the water makes your skin burn, it's awful and it makes you cry. Why is my body always freaking out about something? I can never "clean" anymore because putting on lotion right away just makes me feel greasy again. It covers up my pores causing lots of acne. And then in between showers, I still itch. And this week, I scratched so much that I actually opened up moles. You aren't supposed to be able to do that with just your fingers. My skin looks and feels terrible. All because of water softener salt. I'm scared of our water. It's awful.</p><p>- Meanwhile, did I mention that it is too quiet around here? I did? Oh. Two more hours until it's time to pick up my baby!</p><p>- Well, my baby has been picked up, and as I had expected, he was done being with people! He mentioned that they are all so loud! Yes, they are, talking over one another, and our neighbor Andrew was in another group and said said they could hear Abishai's group quite clearly! Let's see. Abishai was the first one awake and went over to both Mr. Same and Mr. Jake to ask if he could get up about 6:30am. He was peering into their faces! Lol! They made him stay in bed until 7am. He was quite busy all day, so when we picked him up, he was super tired. Well, come to find out, part of it was that he was literally carrying around 2 lbs of rocks from camp! Both leaders said they couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes and it wasn't a hill they wanted to die on, so they let it go and wanted us to deal with it. Thanks guys! Abishai literally covered my placemat with camp rocks. He was trying to show a brave face on the way home and tell stories, but he was too tired and almost nodded off to sleep in the truck. He did appreciate that Daddy brought the truck down. I didn't appreciate it because I was I tired and cramped and it made my muscles ache. Jared was just trying to do something unique and fun. The truck doesn't have a/c, so it was hot and sweaty, too. So much for taking a shower today.</p><p>- Speaking of hot and sweaty, Abishai was hot and sweaty because he had already changed into his pjs! The leaders didn't understand why he did that until I told them that at home, because we homeshool, he pretty much wears pjs 24/7. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffEtVgdt-D1MWw627X3zk9H6Qamu_M7YOWJX72I_xqkJ59kHS6N5M9vFTm50m7Vz2g2oIGfKMlAKdTIvvjOUYRrR4N88RPK7SZ7YcOUN7TXy6fFdFl-aqTVOLqv7f2DaUZDnmrbcc64xSU3SX4hpuFMzC6FNVr8Z8kXEPbsYrO8NiJMsMOEl9eQ/s708/289325146_3273023276290232_3279699897759369097_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="708" height="488" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgffEtVgdt-D1MWw627X3zk9H6Qamu_M7YOWJX72I_xqkJ59kHS6N5M9vFTm50m7Vz2g2oIGfKMlAKdTIvvjOUYRrR4N88RPK7SZ7YcOUN7TXy6fFdFl-aqTVOLqv7f2DaUZDnmrbcc64xSU3SX4hpuFMzC6FNVr8Z8kXEPbsYrO8NiJMsMOEl9eQ/w640-h488/289325146_3273023276290232_3279699897759369097_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I break up this steady stream of camp photos to bring you another Queen Elizabeth II photo. I share this one because it was labeled October 21st, 1950. My dad was born on August 21st, 1950. So he would have been two months old when this photo was taken. Therefore my Nana would have been around the same age as the Queen here holding her baby daughter Anne.<span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"> "Four
generations of the royal family gather as Princess Elizabeth, later
Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain holds her baby daughter Anne with
her mother Queen Elizabeth and her grandmother, Queen Mary I October 21,
1950" Incredible!<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWMU7vQvQOvnySukQFkAVDN8xc9YB-hHtwWdHyLebVjGeozhPGKFjDuibe6xUEjVXyP0kdnPYjF-H0EMmJ-2T6yVy_pqYep0WaUBdDODxUmRUpXS0DTDi-vKaGyvTHDFlZuREd0BFMAy_pMoRId7Dtu75kGiL939zSZ_kdrHD2xYw63RlTTOXtw/s1440/289595279_10226550194654675_4967075531741106027_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="812" data-original-width="1440" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWMU7vQvQOvnySukQFkAVDN8xc9YB-hHtwWdHyLebVjGeozhPGKFjDuibe6xUEjVXyP0kdnPYjF-H0EMmJ-2T6yVy_pqYep0WaUBdDODxUmRUpXS0DTDi-vKaGyvTHDFlZuREd0BFMAy_pMoRId7Dtu75kGiL939zSZ_kdrHD2xYw63RlTTOXtw/w640-h360/289595279_10226550194654675_4967075531741106027_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also incredible has been watching this crew have a 5 city Europeon tour this past week. They had two dates in Germany, two in Sweden and one in Belgium. Full band, and even a huge choir in Belgium! And some folks have traveled all the way from the Ukraine to be there! I've seen some clips from the concerts and you can tell the spirit of God was in those arenas! In fact, Michael was so moved that he did literally walk back on stage and play 3 more songs! He never does encores anymore. Incredible! Then they come home and in a few days, head the other direction to go on an Alaskan cruise with some very dedicated fans. Again, crazy! Crazy talented people!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKewvrhnSENKwJxlAHbbdGT0OL3QOvNNiqCvcRgbVOh1vnod9W0iRrUHeEpMisgI2IdqdfmepQloW-KbSHuM43X1tENYhSBe7-kKpq0A041mZUh0a-6K2I3zTjGPPeCJKGYaXHKnyI7-Bsre8p8wKYfjIY2TFEFH-cVEcucTbKjVzjQzKBaWc5A/s4032/67789086948__D00111B6-5DC0-4E4B-AD33-E7FB822C3480.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKewvrhnSENKwJxlAHbbdGT0OL3QOvNNiqCvcRgbVOh1vnod9W0iRrUHeEpMisgI2IdqdfmepQloW-KbSHuM43X1tENYhSBe7-kKpq0A041mZUh0a-6K2I3zTjGPPeCJKGYaXHKnyI7-Bsre8p8wKYfjIY2TFEFH-cVEcucTbKjVzjQzKBaWc5A/w480-h640/67789086948__D00111B6-5DC0-4E4B-AD33-E7FB822C3480.jpeg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When asked how he was able to smuggle home part of the camp, Abishai said, his leaders let him! Well, on further investigation, Jared texted Sam and Sam said it was just not a hill he wanted to die on. And when I text the whole Wolf Pack group, Jake said the same thing. Something about puppy dog eyes and Abishai proudly carried that load of rocks everywhere and they were going to leave it up to us to talk to him about it. Well thanks guys! We didn't notice until we were HOME. Now what are we supposed to do?! You get to be the cool counselors and we get to be the mean parents with the lecture. Nice one! Well, since he is the baby of the family that has the puppy dog eyes, is he going to get lectured at? Nope. Instead, we'll find a place to make a nice little rock garden where he can set up his rocks outside and play with them if he wants to. That way they don't get lost with all the other rocks and they aren't in the house scratching up furniture. But yes, my alternative thinking boy needed some rock friends. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GvbuwTNcQN8inwZ4csMHxMvjAV0EgO-7d68u0zJNkhdJVZjr8lcoYZ4hlT_zyvDFsE3yxKn262Kgix6JHIuWggQF7Yrqgd9-Z7XTXtlhgKNmXCr4bDrH7LKKMkpIcsGb9_322_DPjQPEv83MNf3IWkyOWdGLIf3Fgog6lPucSQElBhigA8CRdA/s4032/IMG_1587.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9GvbuwTNcQN8inwZ4csMHxMvjAV0EgO-7d68u0zJNkhdJVZjr8lcoYZ4hlT_zyvDFsE3yxKn262Kgix6JHIuWggQF7Yrqgd9-Z7XTXtlhgKNmXCr4bDrH7LKKMkpIcsGb9_322_DPjQPEv83MNf3IWkyOWdGLIf3Fgog6lPucSQElBhigA8CRdA/w480-h640/IMG_1587.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mrs. Sarah Land was on photography duty for the KP Instagram account and got a great one of Abishai, crooked glasses, half closed eyes, crooked smile, cowlicked bangs, hat, and marker on his leg and all.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3CkFwooAL4dfcaV1SEsIWwbJNLSTMD1lE_8Vx2G7BvucNO3emoIYPqyqeliFTDzmYH8NPpCwdWKM_BnSU36A4mhC8q21uwdARmdeAG5aZUniMnFi_stKKHGo0mUHm_8cllHv5vixToDLdrvAGCknDL6fRnvp3ytKVqChKD7xpryhGG1O5EQxXQ/s480/IMG_1726.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="480" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO3CkFwooAL4dfcaV1SEsIWwbJNLSTMD1lE_8Vx2G7BvucNO3emoIYPqyqeliFTDzmYH8NPpCwdWKM_BnSU36A4mhC8q21uwdARmdeAG5aZUniMnFi_stKKHGo0mUHm_8cllHv5vixToDLdrvAGCknDL6fRnvp3ytKVqChKD7xpryhGG1O5EQxXQ/w640-h480/IMG_1726.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Making booklets from their Bible lesson this morning, which was about Jesus dying on the cross for them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbHvbp7yoAF1rYBln0gmwk5m3cUnSj9AkU3Knfj9PnMHixmMEVxx9QvuE2NdxwPj5OjbDcOlQw5IgOFYeWemYakyvRXTfb3xh4ZiyMDBejcYOVd90bhTZHMNp7kAIA_HAyOUROzwfzYOgyOJTx7SRdhPWlRf86PzA8gVJCNpAVjUTEP126lz9sbQ/s1280/IMG_1739.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbHvbp7yoAF1rYBln0gmwk5m3cUnSj9AkU3Knfj9PnMHixmMEVxx9QvuE2NdxwPj5OjbDcOlQw5IgOFYeWemYakyvRXTfb3xh4ZiyMDBejcYOVd90bhTZHMNp7kAIA_HAyOUROzwfzYOgyOJTx7SRdhPWlRf86PzA8gVJCNpAVjUTEP126lz9sbQ/w640-h480/IMG_1739.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pool time! Everybody like Abishai's cool towel!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozZYIrpdzwv9mE_B-9WrOaL9qPRkA5OQgul4PJPRClnGQmr2V8buYyDMwHEC7ScLxQDjVmjXJmUfipUOpV0Xmg_rF7-oiiCMIdl95tXFz66beS51FbNUnrT3yZO1J45ri_SBMnkM1jbQz0FF7BbZ07dZtroQ6qUPKVYcmm-JzmIVv0FirYu9Klw/s1600/IMG_1740.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozZYIrpdzwv9mE_B-9WrOaL9qPRkA5OQgul4PJPRClnGQmr2V8buYyDMwHEC7ScLxQDjVmjXJmUfipUOpV0Xmg_rF7-oiiCMIdl95tXFz66beS51FbNUnrT3yZO1J45ri_SBMnkM1jbQz0FF7BbZ07dZtroQ6qUPKVYcmm-JzmIVv0FirYu9Klw/w640-h480/IMG_1740.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Carpetball! When the multi purpose room at Indian Creek was the gym and Kidustrial Park area, the 3rd and 4th grade room at a carpet ball table like this. It could be this exact same one, who knows. I just remember that Benaiah really liked it. You roll the balls from a pool table and bang them into each other until they fall into a pocket at either end.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuBUYVX5KvHE4lCBokgPSqPXGUTEJ0UVSaU2fctVhkldgeN_Rf-BXulZrnRuFH2yahdnLwkcmZPh0Ag5BjXB5X30bK0RRl8meja5n7c3fP-HIK_5BXnhfs8Uk3j--Sc_B9OCiZceD8wbR6U9BDwOMU7fTa1oc4E8U2VYYQL305sMBonyfKJfyog/s640/IMG_2012.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFuBUYVX5KvHE4lCBokgPSqPXGUTEJ0UVSaU2fctVhkldgeN_Rf-BXulZrnRuFH2yahdnLwkcmZPh0Ag5BjXB5X30bK0RRl8meja5n7c3fP-HIK_5BXnhfs8Uk3j--Sc_B9OCiZceD8wbR6U9BDwOMU7fTa1oc4E8U2VYYQL305sMBonyfKJfyog/w480-h640/IMG_2012.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahahahaha! Abishai's face!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXniHUo1Z7NcSxvx70exiE4GhIEiDjtsLYrE1tg1OTf0wWN9pCOA71j13ZS437-BCyRG_E4b97JCIU7dUi9KQJYxij5ShNVJ0cMuV4DxBz22H1HqTyW3RzGzWYosFl2kxFRg70XX3O3WeI_MbrWEtrwXfSmObvjRU-XfkGmTrVoWsHbmoFx3sk3A/s940/IMG_4366.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXniHUo1Z7NcSxvx70exiE4GhIEiDjtsLYrE1tg1OTf0wWN9pCOA71j13ZS437-BCyRG_E4b97JCIU7dUi9KQJYxij5ShNVJ0cMuV4DxBz22H1HqTyW3RzGzWYosFl2kxFRg70XX3O3WeI_MbrWEtrwXfSmObvjRU-XfkGmTrVoWsHbmoFx3sk3A/w400-h335/IMG_4366.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What Governor Holcomb is referring to is that on June 24th, 2022, Roe v. Wade was overturned! After nearly 50 years of abortion rights being protected by this court case, the Supreme Court has now struck down that decision and turned the power back to the states to make the laws on how much to ban abortion, what types and at what gestational ages. Indiana has decent laws, but we could always do better. I can't believe they are doing a special assembly for it and not waiting until January. I mean I'm glad, but wow. And there's a HUGE rally tomorrow with all the major pro-life groups. They were going to be there either way and just happened to somehow know that a decision was to be made today. I was going to go but I'm just too busy. I'm praying for a great turnout. I don't think that they have to be there to convince the governor though. And both of my legislators are pro-life, so I have no worries from where I stand, thankfully.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7npJHp0NmYimtuLAO_yG-p22PSIAbW-iQVWWwHDBmWxnJf5FA-XQ3F8NB3CFWiyOEsJpu1guavoAi4TbGVWMhMiALuMAJt7H3HQRNu8bW6gZjBrAzISv4kRES9ES8pi8-yautwuTGJrUtfEuLdEo4smfiIoz0eUGqB7-5dlJjwn4x1sdIq2LHbQ/s4032/IMG_4368.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7npJHp0NmYimtuLAO_yG-p22PSIAbW-iQVWWwHDBmWxnJf5FA-XQ3F8NB3CFWiyOEsJpu1guavoAi4TbGVWMhMiALuMAJt7H3HQRNu8bW6gZjBrAzISv4kRES9ES8pi8-yautwuTGJrUtfEuLdEo4smfiIoz0eUGqB7-5dlJjwn4x1sdIq2LHbQ/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not in focus because he was being a pain but, I found Justin snuggling his Skylar stuffed animal this morning. He maybe be 16 1/2 yrs old, but.....Benaiah used to do the same with his special pillow from Ava, so, yup, I have boys with sentimental, gentle hearts. I wouldn't want it any other way. Strong men, bold men. Men of integrity, strong character, firm in their faith. But ooey, gooey, sweet boys that have those romantic, melty hearts around girls. At least I helped raise them right in this way.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwFRX-7zraIqtMzbwo_ImcUlvVgjVJ2gphAXUah6sZOGSGWqXpEX7S2dVBkkUG9bmNXbqKPOPzYwwAbcVTavKmK5dC52bUMp9KYPfSQpxKeaR9oLKPH5hzC6_yWBKhycZCevz965m76hi7KMf25BGdo9IYzW5pdlkJsdXSvhzzvEBepGHLPGjjg/s3088/IMG_4386.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwFRX-7zraIqtMzbwo_ImcUlvVgjVJ2gphAXUah6sZOGSGWqXpEX7S2dVBkkUG9bmNXbqKPOPzYwwAbcVTavKmK5dC52bUMp9KYPfSQpxKeaR9oLKPH5hzC6_yWBKhycZCevz965m76hi7KMf25BGdo9IYzW5pdlkJsdXSvhzzvEBepGHLPGjjg/s320/IMG_4386.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not this one though. I didn't raise him. And it's not his mother's fault either. He's just weird. So he decided he wanted to drive the tiny truck down to pick up Abishai, in the sticky heat, without air conditioning. Um, I'm not as skinny as I used to be, dear. And this truck is much, much smaller than the F-150 we used to have. But thank goodness this one has cloth seats and not vinyl seats! Oh my did we used to stick to those seats! We didn't have a/c in that one either! So I'm still itchy and what not from my very uncomfortable shower and I don't really want to be skin to skin with him, but oh well, if he wants to do it, then fine, we'll go on this adventure. I'll survive. He thinks Abishai will think it's funny. Mind you, I do have to sit in the middle, with no shoulder belt, that's how old this truck is. It's a 1991. And Jared can barely use the stick shift and his elbow bumps into me every time. I get cramps in my legs from trying to keep them out of the way. So I decided to put both on one side off the stickshift and lean kind of sideways. It's a 45 minute ride to Camp Allendale. Fun times indeed! And to boot, this redneck suburbanite has on his oldest of old basketball shorts, we are talking from 1997 old, the shirt he was wearing to work in, so it's grubby and stinky, his grandfather's hat, and he pulls out a little cigar and his sunglasses. Oh! And he's wearing toe socks with his hi-top toe shoes. What a sight he is! I just shake my head. He's such a goof ball. And he just rolls with it. He has zero fashion sense. And therefore, his children don't either. It's up to me to teach them all about fashion and poise. I'm a Queen without a Court. I've got a farmhand who won't farm and refuses to use nature as his bathroom and can't stand to go swimming in ponds and the ocean because he has to step on nasty stuff and toes get all "icky." He's a city boy inside with a redneck exterior. He's really weird. He doesn't fit any mold. Kind of like his wife. I'm the oddball. One foot in this door and one foot in another. Wanting to look pretty and presentable, but not to the point where it's obvious that I'm trying too hard. Passionate about life, and then hiding away when it gets tough. Choosing a very alternative lifestyle but not that kind you're thinking of, but a mixture of conservative but not strict but free thinking but not liberal. Crunchy yet what's practical. Homegrown in thought, but not in deed. ADHD hyper focus, yet out of focus. Constantly changing the subject and mood and crisis to follow. I think we might quite a pair, don't you? No wonder we struggle sometimes. There's so much chaos just in all those things! We are still growing up! We are still settling into who we want to be! Eclectic, that's the best word for it. We take the best bits of what we've seen around us, which is a ton, because we are well educated and well traveled, and try to apply them. But what happens is that things don't mesh together well. The stew doesn't congeal together very well. It's lumpy and bumpy. Sometimes grumpy, too. Sometimes bland, sometimes spicy. You never know what's coming in the next bite. It's frustrating sometimes, but it's never boring. It's just who we are and what we've become.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAJOtK3zo-6AoOvd5YaMNLo_0gtWOtLJEcsu8EKVRy7-kw4p5Tt25CLYFa2i5L6Qc0hycfazRkYOMXoDFEn3Em2c4jyAK7aluIcUp0NGZzqzNAbp034j8USL_ALKbAEEUKQNx3N1PjPOR4t2Y-nsMOr9Kg3YEAbpmpyIHp8VH2CSpLaU8fYmh9A/s4032/IMG_4387.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAJOtK3zo-6AoOvd5YaMNLo_0gtWOtLJEcsu8EKVRy7-kw4p5Tt25CLYFa2i5L6Qc0hycfazRkYOMXoDFEn3Em2c4jyAK7aluIcUp0NGZzqzNAbp034j8USL_ALKbAEEUKQNx3N1PjPOR4t2Y-nsMOr9Kg3YEAbpmpyIHp8VH2CSpLaU8fYmh9A/w480-h640/IMG_4387.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody is 100% over it. He's done with people! He said they are all too loud! He's not used to being around so many people at once in such a chaotic way. And I would agree. It's how I view a large event. It's overwhelming. He loves people. And given time, I think he'll get better at it, but he's just not used to it. It's an ADHD thing. There's so much capturing your attention that you get on overload. A lot of people with ADHD are sensitive to noise and touch. I definitely am in a slight way. I can tell when it's affecting my mood and while it's just a slight shift, when it's added onto the other parts of my ADHD, it's just one more thing to think about. He also just wanted to be near Mommy and Daddy and his own things. I honestly don't think about the differences sometimes between his peers and him in this way. I mean, I WANT him to want to be home more than he wants to be away, but I don't think about the social consequence in a situation like this. And he's a super sensitive guy. I'll have to try to foreworn his leader next year about this and just chalk it up to sensitivity and ADHD and not explain it aways as public school vs. private school. A lot of times though, people make that connection themselves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSpK2Z5keY50kL2yspy8tEMn4cl6gEseNpZnzmcdOkC9MEUhl8ml5pwC-2NWhcG88L455y_CUQhsKC64drpZ0GfdNUdRT9gkWJ5C0PTLR0LR_Sa3CZmO7ohjipZo51BUAzpQp4B55r-wypZGbtUbp3d0yb_5q73ai_Mmenh5fH2xW4ZKwT_ZxBA/s4032/IMG_4388.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSpK2Z5keY50kL2yspy8tEMn4cl6gEseNpZnzmcdOkC9MEUhl8ml5pwC-2NWhcG88L455y_CUQhsKC64drpZ0GfdNUdRT9gkWJ5C0PTLR0LR_Sa3CZmO7ohjipZo51BUAzpQp4B55r-wypZGbtUbp3d0yb_5q73ai_Mmenh5fH2xW4ZKwT_ZxBA/w480-h640/IMG_4388.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were talking to Sam and Jake and Abishai just started taking all his things up the hill on his own to the truck because he was THAT over it! Ok, we got the message! He stayed in the 4 season Lakeview cabin, the same one that Justin has stayed in for winter retreat. They have a boys' side and a girls' side.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yK6D5KphObbZVZZ3P246LYTxHYo3_G7UhIdD2eslvQCCdQPzKqjFiBRVBBuDgXW23e2nFaqg9TVH_aZ4W_i6jQEv_OTO5AAZBXpU5lzHqJrKesblj70TibXnLA0VT494Anx8qOKvLrAywUd5OHrGepLbzl4AVqBrUIJQvOdpWl9WkQYLbaVtEQ/s4032/IMG_4390.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yK6D5KphObbZVZZ3P246LYTxHYo3_G7UhIdD2eslvQCCdQPzKqjFiBRVBBuDgXW23e2nFaqg9TVH_aZ4W_i6jQEv_OTO5AAZBXpU5lzHqJrKesblj70TibXnLA0VT494Anx8qOKvLrAywUd5OHrGepLbzl4AVqBrUIJQvOdpWl9WkQYLbaVtEQ/w480-h640/IMG_4390.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just take me home, Mom.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vkh2wF15aBcHJ8Lx9x-CsfVQTf9JKuDbp1qVlXttEzwz6xAqOLzoli3hZDa8FLJ9_rQzABCH2JY0h0AwhOh27gDudivtI4Vqw5BhZ8y2xaFV-zGSfRWPuZNPT4TWpLbEdXO53OTvA26z0Bcuvca9yBdZAWc0ZrANDVh-7b8ABfOPI6Lii2doog/s4032/IMG_4391.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5vkh2wF15aBcHJ8Lx9x-CsfVQTf9JKuDbp1qVlXttEzwz6xAqOLzoli3hZDa8FLJ9_rQzABCH2JY0h0AwhOh27gDudivtI4Vqw5BhZ8y2xaFV-zGSfRWPuZNPT4TWpLbEdXO53OTvA26z0Bcuvca9yBdZAWc0ZrANDVh-7b8ABfOPI6Lii2doog/w480-h640/IMG_4391.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just how much of camp did you bring home with you, boy? Some bring home things like a little stick (he brought home one of those as well that looked like a gun) and art projects and sand from the beach in their shoes. Our son? He brings home like 3lbs of ROCKS, not pebbles, but actual, ROCKS used to pave the roads. Sigh. Sorry, Camp Allendale, we will give him a talking to about leaving a place how you find it or better than you find it. Oi!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixK28dxGu9FO9LJSODWISOiZMEkCOGnYo3shgefGZZgjhXHavm6pe3SLnr6L9K-0gUtceJdebE0f6BPsE-3u6QFL6auBIy08REaviXw8LxYLrVpMPwK2imAPbmAqQetmkpcujLyCOenV75132-Izejw3rtk7AXm2FGLtN3-dFG698oIPWJb1TdvQ/s960/IMG_4397.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="721" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixK28dxGu9FO9LJSODWISOiZMEkCOGnYo3shgefGZZgjhXHavm6pe3SLnr6L9K-0gUtceJdebE0f6BPsE-3u6QFL6auBIy08REaviXw8LxYLrVpMPwK2imAPbmAqQetmkpcujLyCOenV75132-Izejw3rtk7AXm2FGLtN3-dFG698oIPWJb1TdvQ/w480-h640/IMG_4397.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Having technology while at camp and having friends there where your baby is can be such a wonderful thing! I loved getting all these photo and video updates. And I know the other parents did, too. We enjoyed interacting with each other. I'm sure some of them know each other from school things, but it was good for to remember that they are my fellow humans and not the enemy and it's ok for my son to be friends with them and we are all just moms of 2nd graders. I can be very judgmental, one sided, blinded by my own pride and opinions. And for my sake and Abishai's sake, I need to better than that. I'm trying. Abishai had a great time, but I think this year, he needs a little bit of time before he's ready to go back for an even longer stay next time. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0au2yPPZWztmyVziCk9J4zZVw27Atj1lajuCgy8N09b7OpFmE5MV9O0ug4un2gKXKr2OM7KuJIYyPA2R-yQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy9BpAn3XY6Y59c1VrGrIfAphpzOyvVdIjN-JnMu7JFiBJVEzt2GOpy--5cQpJO90tsRaBxY4DkEEmrGhkSwQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2KuyTlf0oS0Usv5GLnjPP51M36DgWP--YGBQtb-oMLuwF8--0RGdP155M8IQPaXgdp42CfJrW87y4qSsTYQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p>Sunday - </p><p>- A gorgeous Sunday! I just wish I could have been outside more to enjoy it! The tale of my life! It was a pretty typical Sunday. 6 went one way, 1 went another way, and I went another way. And then we all converged at the parents house for lunch. Lunch conversation went a lot smoother this week. Abishai talked about camp. Gary brought up Roe v. Wade and even asked if Dan mentioned it. He didn't say if he was upset or mad that Dan didn't, but I was surprised Gary asked. Dan didn't and in fact Pastor Brett didn't either. Both Pastors just launched into their sermons continuing their sermon series and both sermons were excellent as usual. You really can't tell who is better sometimes and that's the point. Dan preahced on 1 Cornithians 4 (I think, I was just listening so I didn't catch the chapter number) and talked about how Paul focused his preaching on the DEATH of Christ and essentially how that fact made Christianity different than other religions. Sacrificing for others was mentioned, but really, it was focused on the Gospel message. Pastor Brett used Daniel 9:1-19, Daniel's prayer, to teach on some of the basics of prayer, which I don't think anyone has ever done in my presence before. It was quite fascinating. I was a little sleepy but made it through. Then I got to talk to a few of my homeschooling friends on my way out instead of going to the grocery store, so I still have to do that.</p><p>- Yes, lunch was fine except Justin was anxious to get home and only told me that he wanted to ride his motorbike. I think he really wanted the restroom. I wanted him to sit down and be part of the adult conversation though and learn social skills. He always just gets up and lays down on the couch and focuses on his phone. Ugh! I get that he's tired after being with the 2nd graders, but still, suck it up buttercup. Plus he wanted his other screen time. But come to find out, he would get a short afternoon because his youth group was meeting at Southeastway at 4pm for a longer hang out time. Facebook had changed my notification settings again so I didn't get the memo. Ah! Thankfully we saw it in time and changed plans. I got him there, and then when Jared woke up from his nap, he did dinner and chore time, dropped off Keturah at Brake's house for that youth group pool party, and then came home for a bit before picking up Justin, and then Keturah again.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I'm nearly done with these blog posts! I have no idea why I keep getting so far behind! But here I am just about to finish! Just this one entry with today's photos and videos! And then onto cd's they go! And then I'll check them tonight! And I better be quick! Shauna and the girls should be arriving in 90 minutes! As they say in Britain, "Quick as you can!" And then tomorrow, I will do the rest of the catchup, the odds and ends with laundry, decluttering the kitchen table, cleaning things, email, start the IAHE July blog post, etc. I feel so behind because usually I'm ready when family comes to town so that I'm totally free to be as flexible as I need to be so they can do what they want to do with the other part of the family. But not so this time. Tomorrow I also have to pick up Justin from work, go to the chiropractor, shove dinner in my face and go to Tang Soo Do. Hm, maybe I should ask if one or two of the girls wants to come watch Abishai. We'll see. Just a thought. We also have Wednesday night, too. Although that's a fun youth group night at church. Sigh. See, doing a staycation when the other part of the family still has stuff to do is just not fun or fair. This happened the last time we were in New Orleans, too. Everly had youth group. Nora had soccer practice. We just need to go away on proper vacations with family. Or just say no to our regular activities. Something. Well, let's see how we get on.</p><p>- Cousins and Shauna came in fairly late around 9:30pm. Abishai was very stir crazy by then, but he made. He was so wound up, it wasn't even funny. He was cackling so hard! Shauna was late because the van's tires are having trouble so she will have to get it fixed tomorrow. My kids were so excited that I had to little pry them back off the furniture because they firmly planted their rear ends there and didn't want to go home. Um, guys, it's 10pm at night. We have to go HOME. You will see them tomorrow. Stop gabbing! Anyway, thankfully, after we got home, they all fell asleep easily. I got more photos loaded up to cd's but then forgot to finish out the day's paragraph so this is it (typing it on Monday). Enjoy the rest of this post and praise the Lord I'm finally up to date!<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI--BtTbK2e4xTQe62wKUzIsOUEXOZBtpwH2fTKM9qGGzzZDl48FLcaulVri937gB2aQlsGiiKdb0Sv2KB2SWWGKfKkLeKpywyKawLTdULYfWyaI-VqGYYl1FBkjZM0ZfHwARZOMP5ZU8FzQFFYCsBbh9pfLsmWlKAnBkIv0rjhpoUSRL45D2IPw/s1792/IMG_4398.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI--BtTbK2e4xTQe62wKUzIsOUEXOZBtpwH2fTKM9qGGzzZDl48FLcaulVri937gB2aQlsGiiKdb0Sv2KB2SWWGKfKkLeKpywyKawLTdULYfWyaI-VqGYYl1FBkjZM0ZfHwARZOMP5ZU8FzQFFYCsBbh9pfLsmWlKAnBkIv0rjhpoUSRL45D2IPw/w296-h640/IMG_4398.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was told to follow the young ladies and give updates. Um, all of you can also do it, but ok. Leaving home this morning.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYsZvnF1QxQK-FLidBoDnllmcvz3FdaJefWIFmAzoWbs4-hGcwdjKOgXpin6FjUKXBZmCpj_falKHjLI-vygCdH9Vr9tYhtil34gzfCGqljNFsOZadBUgupKOlOW-TbpXLxPlP-NGQaRPnPuEcB6eHNeI5l-_NVHZOqR4ubp0c3vUeQh1wtgJ_Q/s1792/IMG_4399.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYsZvnF1QxQK-FLidBoDnllmcvz3FdaJefWIFmAzoWbs4-hGcwdjKOgXpin6FjUKXBZmCpj_falKHjLI-vygCdH9Vr9tYhtil34gzfCGqljNFsOZadBUgupKOlOW-TbpXLxPlP-NGQaRPnPuEcB6eHNeI5l-_NVHZOqR4ubp0c3vUeQh1wtgJ_Q/w296-h640/IMG_4399.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46me8r1S2Dxr0qTv_4z0XS6OG1JWLQ1g7gp-28YT-ikEAT5V6zFRt-9nZdMguk4Vo80MNhXoOMr6yGIkKWmgVNd6Ud3xsSNCaL6Oc1iI0VcsINJcXumSGs1u7VwKRwa5FaQshaHmuAKk0pRX5u6_KR2LgVPnsZlzNlCpSM2JfHUQ6wbg8jq6uSA/s1792/IMG_4400.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46me8r1S2Dxr0qTv_4z0XS6OG1JWLQ1g7gp-28YT-ikEAT5V6zFRt-9nZdMguk4Vo80MNhXoOMr6yGIkKWmgVNd6Ud3xsSNCaL6Oc1iI0VcsINJcXumSGs1u7VwKRwa5FaQshaHmuAKk0pRX5u6_KR2LgVPnsZlzNlCpSM2JfHUQ6wbg8jq6uSA/w296-h640/IMG_4400.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is why reversing Roe v. Wade on Friday was such a big deal. We have had these marches for almost 40 years! This is why it's a HUGE victory! It has been a HUGE batlle! So much hard work by so many millions of people tirelessly working year after year, decade after decade, continuing to show up talking to each new legislator to come into the master complex of government and waiting until just the right mix of Supreme Court justices were picked to finally make it happen. THIS is why we celebrate. This is a moment in HISTORY. We don't have many of these. This is just as huge as the Civil Rights movement and women's right to vote. So in honor of it, I will continue to post positive messages this week about the men and women who have FOUGHT for this. And I will post "REJOICE" on my wall. And "WE WON!" "ALL LIVES MATTER" I shared what little I know about my half brother and how my mom had him and gave him up for adoption. I got ridiculed for not knowing my half brother's birthyear! I'm like, dude, I met him once 20 something years ago. I've slept since then! His info is somewhere in a lockbox. He didn't want to stick around. We were all ok with that back then because we weren't even fully grown back then ourselves. We didn't know what to do. So we left it alone. I didn't find a letter my mom wrote to him and/or his adopted mom wrote back until we were moving back to Indiana in 2016. Dude, chill. It's ok not to know everything about everyone. I knew he had a great life with his adopted parents because he told my mom this. He just wanetd to see her and meet us. That's all. He didn't want to complicate things. And it's ok. Chill. I'm ok. My mom choose life. She was pro-life. We did it together. I had other guys who were like older brothers to me because she "adopted" them and now I know why. It's all cool and beautiful. I love Big Brother Eddie and Big Brother Chauncey. Anyway, it's been an interesting weekend trying to navigate all of that. It hasn't been terrible this time. I know how to handle the naysayers. I know my stories. I know how close we were to having another story to tell. I know how we all would have reacted to that. I even asked Benaiah today where stands on abortion when incest of a 10 yr old happens or rape. And he's with me. And I know Justin is. And I still have time to work on Keturah. This is one subject I can defend up and down on with medical science to back me up. You can ask me all you want about how I would react. I already know how I would react. I've thought it out, prayed about it. Don't mess with me on this one. This is an easy one. And if you don't want to be my friend, so be it. I'm totally fine about it. There's nothing here to negotiate with. I can be wishy washy and see your point on education. But never with abortion for anything but ectopic pregnancies or an imcomplete natural miscarriage. Everything else, there's an answer for. End of story.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvhYoxzX6bDGlY07GeU8DgCz2XGs3ZE6Xnd9necNL5aAciywleHloxEBeKZVKRWoTfHNxi2hbf_krlbNaLyappTjVxNM-HFxmssU_1O6dg-c7xcK9ns8kaV-zWzTt_8bPKBDd__IH5rqMaeusIhvNHthqRLSkt1cxbzF0sjuFDi7-Myh4ZUBIIA/s1284/IMG_4401.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="847" data-original-width="1284" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvhYoxzX6bDGlY07GeU8DgCz2XGs3ZE6Xnd9necNL5aAciywleHloxEBeKZVKRWoTfHNxi2hbf_krlbNaLyappTjVxNM-HFxmssU_1O6dg-c7xcK9ns8kaV-zWzTt_8bPKBDd__IH5rqMaeusIhvNHthqRLSkt1cxbzF0sjuFDi7-Myh4ZUBIIA/w640-h422/IMG_4401.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Incredible! Just around this time, give or take a few years, my half brother was born and adopted. My mother could have chosen abortion. But she choose life.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUrtKTHzpPQY0so0p7TkxLGBPagLIHRKwkRRfxueNM-9idJ9kLQqdPlbh9DD6WnT6rJCK7hCIfi37tQjriYMM9iDf67HsixY3TkRSRHWDB1kQouxZ-LuJxZYueLPnJqA85nJUBw2A_Cuqk2Uv8rQoAbcURlbTs6dOV19fZxrKET2jSxKi19ujyw/s1046/IMG_4402.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="1046" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUrtKTHzpPQY0so0p7TkxLGBPagLIHRKwkRRfxueNM-9idJ9kLQqdPlbh9DD6WnT6rJCK7hCIfi37tQjriYMM9iDf67HsixY3TkRSRHWDB1kQouxZ-LuJxZYueLPnJqA85nJUBw2A_Cuqk2Uv8rQoAbcURlbTs6dOV19fZxrKET2jSxKi19ujyw/w640-h462/IMG_4402.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">48 years later and we still have the March for Life almost every single year. It's that important and people have showed up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACWnTK0i4JeUNplsxpRv9fl_3B5cj2cJ8ejBvEp1K8iAv1Oc228x7i7vyhvS9dzPqDUWrWglBWoU0FEioIF0iMiYTn7fTsRZjIM8B5TkCAwDCD6nr_weBxnv_u8hJQiHfyaxCfwU0_BwN2P93otUGxXgaT0_44xML46P82cdJKY3I30dUAR7rZA/s1788/IMG_4403.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhACWnTK0i4JeUNplsxpRv9fl_3B5cj2cJ8ejBvEp1K8iAv1Oc228x7i7vyhvS9dzPqDUWrWglBWoU0FEioIF0iMiYTn7fTsRZjIM8B5TkCAwDCD6nr_weBxnv_u8hJQiHfyaxCfwU0_BwN2P93otUGxXgaT0_44xML46P82cdJKY3I30dUAR7rZA/w516-h640/IMG_4403.JPG" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And God's plan. And I can't imagine, these women, look exactly what my mom would have looked like then. She was a little over 24 yrs old when this march happened, same hippie hairsytle, bell bottoms. I've seen a few photos. Incredible.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflF5c2k6JmgbAdCt9ximcZZvDydI-pnR00N32WPFFhhTCBxmKQUQGT6p8xrUd4b-o6f-7PZ63voPLF5_-R6j8C0RWQpX1k8pXFMR7OprL7TcOBa434accVCQV7pHEtMRcYnkXINjzQy09ftZthOZzUVVLUjHiw-ODjWSXXxe72iT7KtvaH9JIRg/s4032/IMG_4404.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiflF5c2k6JmgbAdCt9ximcZZvDydI-pnR00N32WPFFhhTCBxmKQUQGT6p8xrUd4b-o6f-7PZ63voPLF5_-R6j8C0RWQpX1k8pXFMR7OprL7TcOBa434accVCQV7pHEtMRcYnkXINjzQy09ftZthOZzUVVLUjHiw-ODjWSXXxe72iT7KtvaH9JIRg/s320/IMG_4404.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know I have some Right to Life baby feet pins somewhere, or my parents did, but, I did find this. It's actually a little bracelet from the La Lache organization, which is a breastfeeding organization which helps new moms with well, breastfeeding and I think bottle feeding, too, I think. Don't quote me though. And it's La Leche because I think it focused most on maybe Latino or minority groups first. Anyway, it's on like a hair tie string. So technically the symbol is of a mom breastfeeding her baby, but it also looks like she is just holding her baby. So I wore it today, as well as my New Hampshire necklace. This week, Stefanie and John and Auggie leave on Thursday afternoon to move to Houston, Texas. Stefanie will be the last of the Stephen Howell clan to leave New Hampshire and I'm almost not ok with it. I'm getting too emtional over it. I have no idea what she's feeling because she's not talking to me, probably because she wants to focus hard at the task at hand and she's afraid to get distracted and emotional. She's never left the area before. She's 37 years old basically leaving home for the first time. I bet she's somewhat scared. Anyway, yeah, it's going to be an interesting week for sure. She'll be traveling to Houston as Aaron is flying north from New Orleans. It's all crazy and then my babies drive to Holland, Michigan on the 4th and then the NOLA crew drive back south on the 5th. And then all is calm again. Ah!!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfbDgTPS0LcXwvTNOyhs8OMK8EnWVAcVcbfqCFmx02wTV28TRBpvprgmOzBtIDl4pPuHxU0jLtSU9QUyqUzliCfo9eEwLCF8efVLiYGXE-XjyRVXx6tUg6m4um3gW2QlrDZXmHmJs7oZzb5Gl539PUHQf5s8kib8yC1Z7kba010llovN150epfg/s1792/IMG_4406.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGfbDgTPS0LcXwvTNOyhs8OMK8EnWVAcVcbfqCFmx02wTV28TRBpvprgmOzBtIDl4pPuHxU0jLtSU9QUyqUzliCfo9eEwLCF8efVLiYGXE-XjyRVXx6tUg6m4um3gW2QlrDZXmHmJs7oZzb5Gl539PUHQf5s8kib8yC1Z7kba010llovN150epfg/w296-h640/IMG_4406.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another pic for the Gram of the 2nd grade girls and boys. The Wolf Pack and whatever else they named themselves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqTOuWy2u_GyavUaVVZXgF2rFexqSYsnS-yDjNPbvHYGaLQtLStS442D3_INcsUnQyyjrV4LOfwxvL6aXIdZsNyrLuMC_hnRRUu93khk8KID15-L_JS_NV4VqjesSHwQfPXQYUWAn-K80AfCKovvrQaVMgb2FPnq7sKbwjVGgMbeNHTaoV1nDUA/s1792/IMG_4407.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqTOuWy2u_GyavUaVVZXgF2rFexqSYsnS-yDjNPbvHYGaLQtLStS442D3_INcsUnQyyjrV4LOfwxvL6aXIdZsNyrLuMC_hnRRUu93khk8KID15-L_JS_NV4VqjesSHwQfPXQYUWAn-K80AfCKovvrQaVMgb2FPnq7sKbwjVGgMbeNHTaoV1nDUA/w296-h640/IMG_4407.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkde16vzGJYc6OSaGMhhsLazwLp85PTII_HF8AXF_WX1_1A1tk652TSicSIcWDKHOyglV29peKrtV5zgqOETFVxElNhS--gnpxA0y1jcjr2oJ0lzuM3tWNcG_r51QvZgV-QHfsYCGUto5u1eNZ1bzdW3jD37DZIV1jzbaWlTDQMwyTHzAI3_LBuA/s1792/IMG_4408.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I'm sometimes that way. Depends which one and what day;<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuTck8ksmG_1IVPwCCkckHirtpHQ-WLNvBiZMOeXyRZVPEGcJT6hrV9lQLlH8j3FMlU2SI3yg5B0XxmzRmg93YHgvsCmIpLwlpdINTjh4nbKQWrLOm2aXKA5NrldVk2meXqoVAN2cbiiuPc4kQ_QU6y7b_jRreMtpjRR827LRCh4KolFAYsQflw/s1792/IMG_4414.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuTck8ksmG_1IVPwCCkckHirtpHQ-WLNvBiZMOeXyRZVPEGcJT6hrV9lQLlH8j3FMlU2SI3yg5B0XxmzRmg93YHgvsCmIpLwlpdINTjh4nbKQWrLOm2aXKA5NrldVk2meXqoVAN2cbiiuPc4kQ_QU6y7b_jRreMtpjRR827LRCh4KolFAYsQflw/w296-h640/IMG_4414.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost here!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0MRUso4-AAMs4IlDDJLwkr1JQr6KOfX23XF0BZxFCR3BqsAK-j9GLsRL1YN_CSDo3CQ_At66mQrdnU7ZVqZefuRWH4p2bawBCKiyAqQfMJ5dymGRuHRSFsyAbFOgf822mwzwH1Nj_tnkhtNqE-Ga49biyhtGznp0sq8lEEnu3VMhHf2PQeIpMg/s4032/IMG_4415.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0MRUso4-AAMs4IlDDJLwkr1JQr6KOfX23XF0BZxFCR3BqsAK-j9GLsRL1YN_CSDo3CQ_At66mQrdnU7ZVqZefuRWH4p2bawBCKiyAqQfMJ5dymGRuHRSFsyAbFOgf822mwzwH1Nj_tnkhtNqE-Ga49biyhtGznp0sq8lEEnu3VMhHf2PQeIpMg/w480-h640/IMG_4415.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awwwww</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vQWEoh7w0FQAJBYH1y5jRH_Wje9pSxza1bBFY11i9FXBnqOPrQxGzjim86zdCUAdzXlcz8EbqdtsvI-8ITVdL_qtV7yA3mrC826gCJy2K1zob_qCQa9aw_Nac6XNX4xQa3nsPk0VDBIZosUz1HSggyCpu2-sWe2-hN4Ek89FLoGd0TtrN8MJig/s3520/IMG_4416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vQWEoh7w0FQAJBYH1y5jRH_Wje9pSxza1bBFY11i9FXBnqOPrQxGzjim86zdCUAdzXlcz8EbqdtsvI-8ITVdL_qtV7yA3mrC826gCJy2K1zob_qCQa9aw_Nac6XNX4xQa3nsPk0VDBIZosUz1HSggyCpu2-sWe2-hN4Ek89FLoGd0TtrN8MJig/w225-h400/IMG_4416.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Turn your head! They're hear!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHJupWMu9b5o_H9ndat9dh9FpncZNBpO9RwNoGZux5jP4Ox93ZSJcBxtNnTnk-JYjd0kfOj_pyf5Cswcv3UNzudxFa2pHleojlEGVIOzpLHt92u9e-BJwHjbeUZqiUR3fXW5L0d2HYb-ehlKs1d-uHQvj5h6_ep9x_Qpq8_9FrdJgF_CJ-WLD-Q/s3520/IMG_4418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheHJupWMu9b5o_H9ndat9dh9FpncZNBpO9RwNoGZux5jP4Ox93ZSJcBxtNnTnk-JYjd0kfOj_pyf5Cswcv3UNzudxFa2pHleojlEGVIOzpLHt92u9e-BJwHjbeUZqiUR3fXW5L0d2HYb-ehlKs1d-uHQvj5h6_ep9x_Qpq8_9FrdJgF_CJ-WLD-Q/w360-h640/IMG_4418.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kids, give them space to get out of the car!!! (FYI, the rest of the photos have a reddish tint to them because it's my camera's way of adjusting to night mode since it was twilight).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJeBq3GrE1clgnIs9Ws7Fg1f4_twMVVOf0LfxlkIHX6I165WgdvE9c19_bsr0nCrpijiuXhajHdMflaob4hBbmK0cc8acq9ZVXWlX0jdGaQtnUtIfqEV2yM65eJQZjy4xAyxirIF0t0-9n-JEphMsb4Fu7Wjz6yUd16q5ZprzlwUYKVTKeDRpeQ/s3520/IMG_4421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzJeBq3GrE1clgnIs9Ws7Fg1f4_twMVVOf0LfxlkIHX6I165WgdvE9c19_bsr0nCrpijiuXhajHdMflaob4hBbmK0cc8acq9ZVXWlX0jdGaQtnUtIfqEV2yM65eJQZjy4xAyxirIF0t0-9n-JEphMsb4Fu7Wjz6yUd16q5ZprzlwUYKVTKeDRpeQ/w225-h400/IMG_4421.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai can run faster than any of the cousins. He did loops around them in his bare feet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRhXYDe-kbrP7tUBl081MDt-pqn5zl6dsbQbNBTBPu9Nve84o897c9vS4Q1QHtfsCVqOSlDJmLuxyBKWuOXxr8G7MX7cL8JBmRm_MCAYtnBKs9YXeYUK48E_u6WBYZffUFo8NCeVFAH9dFX6I7r6olZZ04M1zcqJiOXIg280IKpjCOeMTtPbKxQ/s3520/IMG_4422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeRhXYDe-kbrP7tUBl081MDt-pqn5zl6dsbQbNBTBPu9Nve84o897c9vS4Q1QHtfsCVqOSlDJmLuxyBKWuOXxr8G7MX7cL8JBmRm_MCAYtnBKs9YXeYUK48E_u6WBYZffUFo8NCeVFAH9dFX6I7r6olZZ04M1zcqJiOXIg280IKpjCOeMTtPbKxQ/w225-h400/IMG_4422.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Run! Get some circulation make into your body after 14 hrs in the car! Better you than me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiZOvtWurRkc8osyr-4zod__eDAoP_ECOpPZL6VqtB0eI8WKIK3w9DuRsMtMyW3ZqQ4nt5870F41l93I_SRXxg3ZfQkSSEI9sC2KVL2G3HPr5xjIGYlDiMQqWUavoLL1ROblXZVqMrENIM4PfGgXsfg1a9hmTxF9PK_M0FZwBqEqzFO3Q-kw6OQ/s3520/IMG_4423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiZOvtWurRkc8osyr-4zod__eDAoP_ECOpPZL6VqtB0eI8WKIK3w9DuRsMtMyW3ZqQ4nt5870F41l93I_SRXxg3ZfQkSSEI9sC2KVL2G3HPr5xjIGYlDiMQqWUavoLL1ROblXZVqMrENIM4PfGgXsfg1a9hmTxF9PK_M0FZwBqEqzFO3Q-kw6OQ/w225-h400/IMG_4423.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What are you all staring at? Oh yeah, Grandma and Grandpa arrined home!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRQ7kHeFAE0nQDUFSJk36uKJWeED-95pfgl8Roh37Hwu1TeRGcb2Ox_vuO7Kh2uG1kfSRjEyr9jDrO9e7_dJx28Q6ipmRuNtNwqUpM4z_-_1GlJyC3j4zed9zgcA49RP4O_qnmtVfM6MEBZnuvRJZ87bfLFwyoXCYA-11aZMtkbwbbFPLWEIYvw/s3520/IMG_4424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRQ7kHeFAE0nQDUFSJk36uKJWeED-95pfgl8Roh37Hwu1TeRGcb2Ox_vuO7Kh2uG1kfSRjEyr9jDrO9e7_dJx28Q6ipmRuNtNwqUpM4z_-_1GlJyC3j4zed9zgcA49RP4O_qnmtVfM6MEBZnuvRJZ87bfLFwyoXCYA-11aZMtkbwbbFPLWEIYvw/w360-h640/IMG_4424.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's watch Grandpa "thread the needle) and back up into his space in the garage. He made it just fine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxrNiTS6XKBHknEoIUsiduVo5kY7FR41fvQF175h435xTsozTtWmhwZRlLc2vqKLvSgosCBRv0yVtMErIczpkjpx7MnWSvWGGH3RtP7QOL-CMiaYo2Ug8D0gn80yb0Ugx4b4BzecLZIvaJuGAGwQ0XLYszcTlbrT75RA1L580jpp3G3COth8RrA/s4032/IMG_4426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxrNiTS6XKBHknEoIUsiduVo5kY7FR41fvQF175h435xTsozTtWmhwZRlLc2vqKLvSgosCBRv0yVtMErIczpkjpx7MnWSvWGGH3RtP7QOL-CMiaYo2Ug8D0gn80yb0Ugx4b4BzecLZIvaJuGAGwQ0XLYszcTlbrT75RA1L580jpp3G3COth8RrA/w300-h400/IMG_4426.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousins.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZ_JhnobB7hZ4grKS6CZjfxgNFeSmALnMWHdt0-KQWQbaohtPqJ4yzsQ6ks809egRoI2lQktzlHa2vJaATgM0lOXQhzUiVco0Ij3mO4TbJiBeeG-rndO2ws3_qj0FBaEai8pdVmzU2L_0WhwYJhEd965WKcUoPDffDmzfw_oxkHaQKt_UpEip6g/s4032/IMG_4427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZ_JhnobB7hZ4grKS6CZjfxgNFeSmALnMWHdt0-KQWQbaohtPqJ4yzsQ6ks809egRoI2lQktzlHa2vJaATgM0lOXQhzUiVco0Ij3mO4TbJiBeeG-rndO2ws3_qj0FBaEai8pdVmzU2L_0WhwYJhEd965WKcUoPDffDmzfw_oxkHaQKt_UpEip6g/w300-h400/IMG_4427.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Showing Grandpa their fireflies.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzj7SgZFbgpn7ZIUYsahi4lt7urntldvmnRFCG1Iaxckw7wIEior-Cwfu8lEyQyav60C3zItS1BHmccUrakKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5mZdCHku04myDV4z1JBtGLvcKZSIWp5TJ4v01xqB4U5k2InYFoY7P81PmcISK06JRdykUbo4oGZdAdZJN9A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz9VmpnT02D8UJkZ8rE1X_snLl0fCIC5XHyca6gG0GqQEmqp9KmWAaufLApTIzjnN1nRqWvNngnhxBEVfxUdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmMU5CTibiT8cV5qDVspDaYkpuBSPvpxKfdLEpenQWKiwItiyZ97AVpptNiqAPQWZx7KMfVv-JvzCR6fFV_A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-16131777075691651472022-06-25T00:28:00.000-03:002022-06-25T00:28:17.753-03:00Year 7, June 13th-19th, 2022: Pool time!<p> Monday - </p><p>- Yeah! I didn't have to leave home today! (J/k, I did take Abishai to Tang Soo Do, duh, I lied). The piano tuner called off because he was exposed to Covid, so that was a good/bad thing. Then Kellie, the grandkids, and Kya came here for awhile, picking up Justin in the process, and we had no other appointments. I was able to make one of those every plate meals for dinner (although it took over an hour for me to do). I even was able to put away the books from that book box I found in the garage AND finish Abishia's Lego table set sorting project we've been picking away at for the last month! Woot! Woot! That's my kind of day! Oh yeah, and I started an IAHE project for the Marketplace FB group I've been promising people in there for the last couple of months. </p><p>- Today started the heatwave, and although it only got up to 85 degrees, I could feel the humidity and pressure building. Tomorrow it's going to be in the upper 90's with the heat index well over 100, so we plan on going to Kellie's house to swim and hang out. Justin's work now has too many employees and not enough hours, so his boss said to just take the day off and stay cool. And we have no appointments in the afternoon, so we'll take advantage of Kellie's invite to go over there for a good part of the day. And then hopefully I can convince Jared to join me at the movie theater tomorrow night for that homeschooling movie documentary by Kirk Cameron. The rest of the week is fairly light on appointments as well. I plan on staying inside where it's cool and working on the rest of the inside to do list. </p><p>- Uriah and Tess were back at Tang Soo Do tonight! Abishai said he had forgotten what Uriah's face looked like! Their newly adopted girls had a babysitter but they might come on another night with them. Abishai is excited to meet them. The girls are doing well and love to meet new kids, too. It was great to see them and actually watch them teach the class. I used to only go on Thursdays when Mr. Nathan teaches the class. Mr. Uriah teaches on Monday nights. He commands the room a bit easier than Mr. Nathan because he's older I think. Plus, there was only 6 of them tonight. Abishai got to be in the front row and did so well! Including doing Form 1 with the other yellow and orange belts without the help of Uriah counting off! I was so proud! </p><p>- Jared came back home after taking Kya home (she had stayed after their visit this afternoon, Leah came to chaperone while I was gone) and said they were nearly side swiped by someone on route 9 tonight. "God bless it that we didn't die because it was the closest call I've ever had," he said. He looked pretty shaken up by it. I'm glad Justin wasn't the one driving then. Driving can be such a scary proposition and Jared had just said this morning something about Justin getting himself killed because he doesn't pay attention and how his medication isn't working, etc. I had to remind Jared that it takes time for the medication to take affect and he can't expect Justin to be fully alert at 6am like that. It was Jared's choice to take him out at that time during the day. Lunchtime or right after Justin's work would have been better. Or on weekends. Medication isn't the easy answer either for ADHD. It's only a part of the solution. Sigh. So it's been a great day for some, and not a great ending of the day for others.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlwUuoHi4pottaULpYZHnmTNEllcntFW7L9ZOBmwDSQ_LDiyzsvSm_VEIuODxXpVfuppJ55TiUEn3khBmYC4lNxGlf7vDij_d2n8QQB-9npnyIx5iG9biVW6LI1rfJNkiFEwijnr5cjxqLSK3ctyyFry-FLJyro8zMv8jP2v7EkzFKydUUZJGnA/s526/286210552_5549781168379695_5766922465162376064_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="519" data-original-width="526" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtlwUuoHi4pottaULpYZHnmTNEllcntFW7L9ZOBmwDSQ_LDiyzsvSm_VEIuODxXpVfuppJ55TiUEn3khBmYC4lNxGlf7vDij_d2n8QQB-9npnyIx5iG9biVW6LI1rfJNkiFEwijnr5cjxqLSK3ctyyFry-FLJyro8zMv8jP2v7EkzFKydUUZJGnA/s320/286210552_5549781168379695_5766922465162376064_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I need sleep, someone to deep clean, cook and clean up from cooking, don't speak to anyone and to not make decisions. So basically, leave me alone except to feed me. And feed me healthy things that go with my diet. Yup.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnIq1L4e4dQHh8OssyK3y4skwgouWcvr-M__XKujrZOXzDq2hbpDhGdILKrL3YEF61JgqqH0Wj4H2JBhSjzg7DeySYxHnulbl0lCU2IFCK8hxmmvpkZycoWJs-_FUPHjj_GIWQ7_ELxH5KPgxklfZlZBiL8b532fjvRofUxEhSwp-37mXulbdNw/s4032/IMG_3907.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCnIq1L4e4dQHh8OssyK3y4skwgouWcvr-M__XKujrZOXzDq2hbpDhGdILKrL3YEF61JgqqH0Wj4H2JBhSjzg7DeySYxHnulbl0lCU2IFCK8hxmmvpkZycoWJs-_FUPHjj_GIWQ7_ELxH5KPgxklfZlZBiL8b532fjvRofUxEhSwp-37mXulbdNw/s320/IMG_3907.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted to use the oatmeal container for another drum, so he found the tupperware cereal container and poured the oatmeal into it all by himself. And then he made himself a bowl of plain oatmeal, with a little bit too much water. I don't think he liked it that way, and I don't think he even warmed it up. So, he gave it to me. I asked him if he made it for me. He said, no, but I could have it. At least he didn't make a huge mess and knew what container to use and all that. For a 7 year old, that's pretty impressive!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8oMf92dJR01oKf-hzqDZlQWRBZJsdOFpQ4ge60SjnNPy7bjFpNWpiKHT6dMzZNPSSmY2gJHEaLlMZ4VVmD_ywF47o2KE3_COlhD-F_d7bVKpQurI5riqMsWPlITJ_9Aom9YujG2NVPEbhjm42_2nCFX5XDynkurga8vpIXTpk4BJgkNQGZXJQA/s4032/IMG_3909.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8oMf92dJR01oKf-hzqDZlQWRBZJsdOFpQ4ge60SjnNPy7bjFpNWpiKHT6dMzZNPSSmY2gJHEaLlMZ4VVmD_ywF47o2KE3_COlhD-F_d7bVKpQurI5riqMsWPlITJ_9Aom9YujG2NVPEbhjm42_2nCFX5XDynkurga8vpIXTpk4BJgkNQGZXJQA/w480-h640/IMG_3909.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went through that box of books from the garage and lo and behold, the airline that Gary was talking about to someone on the phone on Sunday when I arrived about how he wouldn't recommend traveling on is the same exact airline as these tickets I found in this book! In fact, these tickets WERE the flight he was talking about! I don't know if these are Polish books or Austrian or Ukranian or what, but somewhere over in Eastern Europe. This book is in English though. I'm not sure why it's in our book box, but I'll throw it in with our 20th century studies.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsT5glD70WVB-fkcyzA2VaJar4iJCgk01AbP1WjW9utKq3W-uJNSWs6jtf-rW9wBeuteHFVkytla3xd46Ha-hZ3wviv7GZT4CAWg1PpirPYoLOWbVibxnvuBUlbbvbP2Hs5RXS8gwQ8frPpc0Rzxy4beM0OAe-FrPnMUXIwxzbfZUBHijxrjTxg/s4032/IMG_3910.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsT5glD70WVB-fkcyzA2VaJar4iJCgk01AbP1WjW9utKq3W-uJNSWs6jtf-rW9wBeuteHFVkytla3xd46Ha-hZ3wviv7GZT4CAWg1PpirPYoLOWbVibxnvuBUlbbvbP2Hs5RXS8gwQ8frPpc0Rzxy4beM0OAe-FrPnMUXIwxzbfZUBHijxrjTxg/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bible story coloring books in a different language.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjG1kEqbFLzeuR32emEn9fbwf8HQeGMD81hRDVSYZLbk3KLNAFfm69bmMwCt-w2TfoAI85Hw67eM95D3fqG7YdAJ75yyCW1Me6bDcMPd_TCws-eG7dyHuK5wlJ2H7h2Hz7_-v_9JNJo-hxsnpnQArGmJY08VAyhu1TbJS7FAQaUyGM2i_j3P9sqg/s4032/IMG_3911.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjG1kEqbFLzeuR32emEn9fbwf8HQeGMD81hRDVSYZLbk3KLNAFfm69bmMwCt-w2TfoAI85Hw67eM95D3fqG7YdAJ75yyCW1Me6bDcMPd_TCws-eG7dyHuK5wlJ2H7h2Hz7_-v_9JNJo-hxsnpnQArGmJY08VAyhu1TbJS7FAQaUyGM2i_j3P9sqg/w480-h640/IMG_3911.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9Q29bbqHD4lgBNfBNhMYHrbXNPV6ZNc7HuJve7vGPZQmEikM4CIlqS7a7Fk5iDFMtudRt0AEZPhUyq6fnAt1WxtpGgrWu4I7TcOCv-D2n6SRzxfklb_-hcO4fHZGyot0Ca-cktfdks-pX2bKQIH4US9WlSt23hV_BRjg0yUKg9shk2K8XHKzKg/s4032/IMG_3912.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9Q29bbqHD4lgBNfBNhMYHrbXNPV6ZNc7HuJve7vGPZQmEikM4CIlqS7a7Fk5iDFMtudRt0AEZPhUyq6fnAt1WxtpGgrWu4I7TcOCv-D2n6SRzxfklb_-hcO4fHZGyot0Ca-cktfdks-pX2bKQIH4US9WlSt23hV_BRjg0yUKg9shk2K8XHKzKg/s320/IMG_3912.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even a full color Bible story book to read. Polish? Ukranian? I have no idea but definitely Eastern Europe.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQnUYD88mABA0t-ZkD308LlFlsotSn-149bMqexuVqYAq4EyNpTSc4xiWpMz0x1q1HEWJmh9a3rQmOuAZDW0A8hZYGJGusycpZAlq9C5KJ1SbIiYsJ9on5oeWknXjPA809jDm826kp4dZrxdCzisS4kgryp639QvS4-LCzRzpYZVxwiEKhjItyQ/s4032/IMG_3913.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQnUYD88mABA0t-ZkD308LlFlsotSn-149bMqexuVqYAq4EyNpTSc4xiWpMz0x1q1HEWJmh9a3rQmOuAZDW0A8hZYGJGusycpZAlq9C5KJ1SbIiYsJ9on5oeWknXjPA809jDm826kp4dZrxdCzisS4kgryp639QvS4-LCzRzpYZVxwiEKhjItyQ/w480-h640/IMG_3913.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQt1LcKpnNkscfBmbS-I4dvQEKBmHhvMvI_X20FfO3qa-xaU4vX3vgwFJH2K8ou_wMyDUDKybilJ7vCy1U-lKyDMapX7SFusXQnydt4f9UAtJ7z82vgeZzHQE803OqTuh5pHFif8sPMcnNN83BE_qdoX9eC21MYe0PRv1rznNsQZgOT-8P043GCQ/s4032/IMG_3914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQt1LcKpnNkscfBmbS-I4dvQEKBmHhvMvI_X20FfO3qa-xaU4vX3vgwFJH2K8ou_wMyDUDKybilJ7vCy1U-lKyDMapX7SFusXQnydt4f9UAtJ7z82vgeZzHQE803OqTuh5pHFif8sPMcnNN83BE_qdoX9eC21MYe0PRv1rznNsQZgOT-8P043GCQ/s320/IMG_3914.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haus Edelweiss where Gary and Leah (and Jared) have been for their mission trips to Austria to teach pastors from Eastern European countries. The recipes are actually pretty American because it's a gathering of anybody and everybody's favorite and best recipes and a lot of the cooks have come from America. But there's a few local recipes thrown in there, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Mghjp7KW6-EBz-dNodqoDvzEfhwHjoiJ6xnPTxrHAVv2K0H7XiTfHN9xI7t1u_UaygMSYBbiHhVBg-1dY590sdlkkdrPJCA5QiRGZi63_5wwFL_5vHgWPK3FR4O2ahUUuNQggCZYFtCpUchqOck2P7IlgXvNVnWSlgeDl8qNDW1S1cSO1sOisA/s4032/IMG_3915.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Mghjp7KW6-EBz-dNodqoDvzEfhwHjoiJ6xnPTxrHAVv2K0H7XiTfHN9xI7t1u_UaygMSYBbiHhVBg-1dY590sdlkkdrPJCA5QiRGZi63_5wwFL_5vHgWPK3FR4O2ahUUuNQggCZYFtCpUchqOck2P7IlgXvNVnWSlgeDl8qNDW1S1cSO1sOisA/w480-h640/IMG_3915.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApQMnkVTa28MNMpJbtpENCL_93aBJ2jD9C4cNhZCKlpY8RoiNDezKZHAAh0FQ9n-praBWyOaAO1_gDk_SridGaJS4Qha81lHvirU1wpNE-wHdjSQpX38r_N6nIxMGXisDAboj93gYKfGwU2iOU_wuBR2MqzUDVA79pjCZ3znTReTI1W2szfKILQ/s4032/IMG_3916.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApQMnkVTa28MNMpJbtpENCL_93aBJ2jD9C4cNhZCKlpY8RoiNDezKZHAAh0FQ9n-praBWyOaAO1_gDk_SridGaJS4Qha81lHvirU1wpNE-wHdjSQpX38r_N6nIxMGXisDAboj93gYKfGwU2iOU_wuBR2MqzUDVA79pjCZ3znTReTI1W2szfKILQ/s320/IMG_3916.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hanging out with Mommy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vIpz2nJkzTaqTqazrWi_WimKEXGL0cFO90PCptlvQWmMdUSDTbD15kgYkLbSHk61_33MT1RU88RuA6amVcZD4b0k4Pd_wEmjV3nStpI6kfKAoZflQ3WO-S9ULZkfpazCrwm_KTvqQIoRP8Pc1ZytNm9GBsp0nCR5Mk6fxeaktFVctyIojglM1w/s1792/IMG_3917.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vIpz2nJkzTaqTqazrWi_WimKEXGL0cFO90PCptlvQWmMdUSDTbD15kgYkLbSHk61_33MT1RU88RuA6amVcZD4b0k4Pd_wEmjV3nStpI6kfKAoZflQ3WO-S9ULZkfpazCrwm_KTvqQIoRP8Pc1ZytNm9GBsp0nCR5Mk6fxeaktFVctyIojglM1w/w296-h640/IMG_3917.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't let today's high and thunderstorm fool you. It's just the cool/calm before the wall of heat coming this week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNE1h5etUH9WudYcKP9oeDZqWiQQQ4COhFLSEBBllSa7RwFI0UCeTForXz-GctTqq3AhcOBy_0s4ID_MHMgjDorEkQYMf0vJ2G2td37Eu0-AW-x9rmSc3pcCtROBcUFdZ2ujI7WvTTZFSOa5Q35-Vuj3Md7lWFETRpQc_dwk_viIOE684le4kBqg/s1792/IMG_3918.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNE1h5etUH9WudYcKP9oeDZqWiQQQ4COhFLSEBBllSa7RwFI0UCeTForXz-GctTqq3AhcOBy_0s4ID_MHMgjDorEkQYMf0vJ2G2td37Eu0-AW-x9rmSc3pcCtROBcUFdZ2ujI7WvTTZFSOa5Q35-Vuj3Md7lWFETRpQc_dwk_viIOE684le4kBqg/w296-h640/IMG_3918.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are going to die! Super hot! Hotter than any day on PEI, hotter than most days in Indiana or New Orleans or New Hampshire. So hot you can't move. I'm not looking forward to this. Cue the migraines.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMKoUu1UrKe_Wo8AbUQjTsIV0yyUzO3IUIIeoRnPNcFZQYtcoeW-42SBMqcQqbKsMxTjA5dTWsBZk_4FLeARJ-18gGLKIQQJVI4xJgbn2qJc8moFIc26tMKUaWkSXdqWfAe-_HRR6r804cujoVBmWoQ9bLoqU894LJKZ9ImsJtTVboCnpKLzssw/s4032/IMG_3919.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMKoUu1UrKe_Wo8AbUQjTsIV0yyUzO3IUIIeoRnPNcFZQYtcoeW-42SBMqcQqbKsMxTjA5dTWsBZk_4FLeARJ-18gGLKIQQJVI4xJgbn2qJc8moFIc26tMKUaWkSXdqWfAe-_HRR6r804cujoVBmWoQ9bLoqU894LJKZ9ImsJtTVboCnpKLzssw/s320/IMG_3919.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spent 90 minutes preparing this meal. It was really yummy! I just wish I didn't have to rush through it to take Abishai to karate class. It was worth going to class though because Mr. Uriah and Mrs. Tess were back and I got to hug Mrs. Tess and ask about their adopted daughters! And guess what?! They will come with them on Thursday night! Ooooo, I can't wait to meet them! Abishai is excited, too!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeGrezsRoQHmkBp-fOFtSrkouXimdauCjWD0FPBUzR-pYI9bIgnmtfP1nL_V8wSf9_mOKaCXBSpVsBEqUL5qtDfdjdNra9fbWic6oU-nLaWuhByOQaa9k8KqYFFcuEgjujIKYhzycDAlWo_Qg6bjmWJVvoJMsvpQ7k4FwO_UTmmRqtslx0Or0tA/s4032/IMG_3920.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqeGrezsRoQHmkBp-fOFtSrkouXimdauCjWD0FPBUzR-pYI9bIgnmtfP1nL_V8wSf9_mOKaCXBSpVsBEqUL5qtDfdjdNra9fbWic6oU-nLaWuhByOQaa9k8KqYFFcuEgjujIKYhzycDAlWo_Qg6bjmWJVvoJMsvpQ7k4FwO_UTmmRqtslx0Or0tA/s320/IMG_3920.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did spend the day finishing up the Abishai's Lego table project. So now, the boxes are condensed and under Abishai's Lego table. The themes are put together and nearly all the pieces are found for all sets. Here's Abishai's Star Wars and Hot Wheels Lego sets.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdwIcxgXh2J87Ed3acyrOOSnKgq--zBYoH1RgGSq_Cbx7GaT7QujfepFSyhiwVJwg_BPVxWvuc4uCwlgUlpS5lsY279XhivUNNOwmMbgcuWBGqWRmYqW_nc1adTq-ogR_xdSpUq8Mp75wqj2kmFQU6SucKSR90FW5WJynyfbpahIim5Uhx6lINA/s4032/IMG_3921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOdwIcxgXh2J87Ed3acyrOOSnKgq--zBYoH1RgGSq_Cbx7GaT7QujfepFSyhiwVJwg_BPVxWvuc4uCwlgUlpS5lsY279XhivUNNOwmMbgcuWBGqWRmYqW_nc1adTq-ogR_xdSpUq8Mp75wqj2kmFQU6SucKSR90FW5WJynyfbpahIim5Uhx6lINA/s320/IMG_3921.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">City, Marvel, DC, and Misc. Lego items. It's time to upgrade shelves, don't you think Daddy and Justin?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB96cMZQCvntyg9UjPgyQFohJwU5MdkEUmL9gGJGbqtKxKCmdnz3aI_hgM7tYO0_Xwtnm7EGT12v7Ohti76hGNXJrH3n4yywyZh78VH8zEpmNV9lPF0F8xtAQsr21mbmf-hhiNn2vMSdVeBg6aNN2eiGvYw7f2JXITYAL_TAQ9ub-6XWinwntG9Q/s4032/IMG_3922.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB96cMZQCvntyg9UjPgyQFohJwU5MdkEUmL9gGJGbqtKxKCmdnz3aI_hgM7tYO0_Xwtnm7EGT12v7Ohti76hGNXJrH3n4yywyZh78VH8zEpmNV9lPF0F8xtAQsr21mbmf-hhiNn2vMSdVeBg6aNN2eiGvYw7f2JXITYAL_TAQ9ub-6XWinwntG9Q/s320/IMG_3922.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It doesn't look less messy, but it actually is. There's a lot less pieces to sift through to find the one you want. Plus there's nothing in the dinning room. And there's no random Legos anywhere. That's the whole point!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcG6zBP7TeLCeaegZwLD7HbPYJygq95ryX5F-7fENtiKSQiimJwHyMV8qIGhRmFCCKBVZlGOKCH4DItYlxfJZ2mgWg8bkwDtaUVjpy5ePenXdFRcvJLmqDciEiVHMLjTeLBA2JMsLFEXlAbCPX5tdk195L__zvyNcgeW9gN-3718YFQ4HjdjHmQ/s4032/IMG_3923.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWcG6zBP7TeLCeaegZwLD7HbPYJygq95ryX5F-7fENtiKSQiimJwHyMV8qIGhRmFCCKBVZlGOKCH4DItYlxfJZ2mgWg8bkwDtaUVjpy5ePenXdFRcvJLmqDciEiVHMLjTeLBA2JMsLFEXlAbCPX5tdk195L__zvyNcgeW9gN-3718YFQ4HjdjHmQ/s320/IMG_3923.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The majority of the library books were dropped off and the couch is pretty clear.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4le9Qvsu_lbiQC3JY4hcvVEhZDD4uQmvLwmZDXSpDTXVvqAMSjX7SC20l68pjfrnib9CCVRaMVkFsuYtDIVWYrnaSQLIjcwL_PIr8K8gKkKmKFZmjwOqLCL1u_ccLCo5bJ9uwRWxJc9sLdrAnU5XsGaNSHwajzif0vqDOoIM2hwCnpRXJfN4SrQ/s4032/IMG_3924.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4le9Qvsu_lbiQC3JY4hcvVEhZDD4uQmvLwmZDXSpDTXVvqAMSjX7SC20l68pjfrnib9CCVRaMVkFsuYtDIVWYrnaSQLIjcwL_PIr8K8gKkKmKFZmjwOqLCL1u_ccLCo5bJ9uwRWxJc9sLdrAnU5XsGaNSHwajzif0vqDOoIM2hwCnpRXJfN4SrQ/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the Legos are off of the table! Just a few things to bring to Jared's attention (and here we are 3 days later and they are STILL on the table! One of the biggest house pet peeves I have. Once I declutter, I want it to stay that way. No such luck with the slobs in my life. But that's life, right?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- Well, Justin's boss told him not to come in today because there were too many teens working and it was going to be super hot anyway. Well, he was happy it and we were actually pretty about it, too. I knew he would be way too hot and I didn't want him to have a migraine. Plus, it meant we could go to Kya's house to swim! I knew Kellie would probably invite us over there, and she had, and because it was a Tuesday, we didn't have Tang Soo Do, so we could stay a little longer, and not feel as rushed. That made my heart happy. It still took as a bit to get out of the house because the morning was delayed a bit, but we had a good day.</p><p>- Justin slept in, and Keturah, too, of course. I tried to convince Keturah to come saying that I don't know how much I was actually going to make it to other pools, but she didn't care. She was already neck deep in rearranging her bookshelves AGAIN. Ok fine. I didn't argue with her this time since I pushed her to go hiking last week. </p><p>- Meanwhile, I had promised Abishai that we would go to the library to get new books since I had taken his old books back after having them from 4-6months. So, went out and did that. Well, lo and behold, he saw some kids doing a scavenger hunt and getting a reward, so he wanted to do it, too! In all my years of taking kids to the libraries or events, and encouraging them to do things like scavenger hunts, I've never had one of them actually see other kids doing something and ask to do it, too! So of course I had to say yes! Sure! Grandma must have shown Abishai who the children's librarian was and where the children's desk is because Abishai walked right up to her and asked about it without any help from me. I don't think I've really done that in our branch. I've always gone up front, and really, I haven't done it that often. But he just did it without hesitation and we went to get the papers and a crayon and went on our scavenger hunt to find animal tracks and parts of a poem. When our papers were full, we went back to the desk and picked out some stickers. Abishai even wrote down the names of the animals for the animal tracks without whining about it. Yeah! He's going to be so much fun to take on field trips! He actually wants to participate in this stuff versus Keturah and Justin who say, "Nope, no way. You can't make me. Why do I have to." Eek! Abishai got four new books, two on Star Wars and then one on Fortnite and one on Minecraft. I didn't get any! That's a miracle! And then we got gas, $70 to fill it, 15.1 gallons or so at $5.15 a gallon. Blech. And finally went home to gather Justin and the pool stuff up to leave for the rest of the afternoon.</p><p>- Well, it was a good day because I managed to fit my other bathing suit on instead of my maternity bathing suit on that I wore last year. Thank you Covid for helping me loose that weight. I mean, the bathing suit was very tight and the seams left marks in my hips, but it fit. I did find some two piece suits I had saved from a bag of hand me downs, so I'll see if any of those fit now, but I was too excited just to try on this suit again. And actually, once I got it on, it wasn't going to come out off without Jared's help when I got home later, so there's that. And I was so excited to wear it, that, although I took my long sleeve swim shirt with me, I didn't put it on and I didn't take the time to put on sunscreen. Big mistake! I'm now suffering the consequences of a nice big sunburn, something I haven't had for several years. It hurts like crazy. It hurts more than it itches right now. I can't put enough aloe or lavender or lotion on it to soothe it. Anything with straps digs right into it. It's miserable. I'm just dumb. I thought the pool was under more shade. And I though I was under more shade on the deck. Sigh. My face was fine. Maybe because I did have a slight tan on it. And my forearms. And my legs seemed ok. But my shoulders and upper arms and upper back. Wow. Bob the Tomato red. I didn't put any sunscreen on Abishai either and since he has a short sleeve swim shirt, he did fine. </p><p>- We did spend a good amount actually in the water, even Kellie and I did. She used the skimmer and got the leaves out, and I made sure my kid didn't drown when he took off his floaties. Abishai learned to pencil dive both ways, cannonball, and twirl dive. At one point, we had to pull him out because his lips were blue and he was shivering. But it took less than 5 minutes before we were all blazing hot again and ready to get back in. I didn't go back in, but the kids did and we just watched them. My body was exhausted. Just that amount of physical exertion was enough. From not sleeping enough and then dealing with some health issues with Socks, my whole body felt so heavy. The heat was oppressive, even in the water. And I could easily stand in it as it was only 42 inches deep. I did start developing a migraine as well, despite drinking caffeine and water. It wasn't enough. I'm just like my mom, I get heatstroke and sunstroke. Ugh.</p><p>- Thankfully, I did watch the time well enough and got Abishai out of the pool and dressed in time to leave to get home and feed him before Jared and I went to the Homeschool Awakening movie. We did leave Justin with Kya and Kellie for the rest of the evening per usual. They did swim for awhile, but then went inside for the rest of the afternoon and binged Stranger Things. When I went in to check on them, they had their heads on opposite sides of the couch, and were under separate afghans, with their feet near each other's heads. It was quite comical and cute at the same time. Very kosher, too. Adorable. I think Kya didn't want to be outside with the kids because her niece and nephew were there and they have been at her house a ton due to some family issues. She's not used to all the chaos. Justin brings a break from that kind of chaos to a different kind of chaos and stress relief because they can go hang out somewhere else and Abishai can hang out with the other kids because they are his age. They were going to leave soon after we did, so Justin and Kya were going to have a quiet evening with Kellie and Tom. </p><p>- Meanwhile, like I said, Jared and I went out to the movies! For the first time since Covid happened! And what did we see? Not Top Gun: Maverick like I had planned to several weeks ago. But "Homeschool Awakening" a 90 minute documentary movie by Kirk Cameron and his crew. It was only on for two nights and I was going to support it financially anyway by buying the two tickets whether or not we went, so we were in a good enough mood to actually make it out the door and go. I actually wrote Wednesday's blog entry first, and wrote a long paragraph about the movie in that entry, so read about it in the next section under Wednesday. What I don't think I said though was that the theater was HOT. And there was only about a dozen people there. That was disappointment. We were one of the only theaters playing it, too. Oh well. You never know how these things are going to go. I still owe Jared and want to see Maverick actually in the movie theater because it's the sort of movie you need to see and feel and hear in a theater. </p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPYkwD7r8dvlsG4dm6IZMkYAFTfgwZb9Uog6HH98-FvSPr63HchwLhBGc3nHyIOGwfGkFBsVWNzHFyGI--1lSYakexMAR7tr8E-gYFMafXNa1ruX614iow4dswoZ6cBLO-Vv8t5HCXaPWjqV_F4cAnCj1pjDse_rMjAd68rc_uV2w3aTRO0GIFw/s4032/IMG_3925.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHPYkwD7r8dvlsG4dm6IZMkYAFTfgwZb9Uog6HH98-FvSPr63HchwLhBGc3nHyIOGwfGkFBsVWNzHFyGI--1lSYakexMAR7tr8E-gYFMafXNa1ruX614iow4dswoZ6cBLO-Vv8t5HCXaPWjqV_F4cAnCj1pjDse_rMjAd68rc_uV2w3aTRO0GIFw/s320/IMG_3925.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai had all these clips clipped together in pairs because "they were fighting each other, Mom!" The things he gets up to when he's waiting for me to get out of bed!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4o6FJdnDyrisheOTh2CKmOMNcACEXJ7N-NBgJUvfde2evDroFpmA0sbM8vAz9cUFGUjTWjW2S-J47JgYo5M3Q6Ri-CiQo2XrLVd7vWihGE3rR4jrNpOOiq5SVpWFokv9CS3MMg_80GF7nuq9CpXStNPE6piMFmslRy3Wyysg224oKA6i_qaKiw/s1792/IMG_3926.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU4o6FJdnDyrisheOTh2CKmOMNcACEXJ7N-NBgJUvfde2evDroFpmA0sbM8vAz9cUFGUjTWjW2S-J47JgYo5M3Q6Ri-CiQo2XrLVd7vWihGE3rR4jrNpOOiq5SVpWFokv9CS3MMg_80GF7nuq9CpXStNPE6piMFmslRy3Wyysg224oKA6i_qaKiw/w296-h640/IMG_3926.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Disney, do you have to? Really? Villians? You make it sound like such a great thing! Satan is not even playing in the shadows anymore. He's out in broad daylight every single day. From June being Pride month (I did NOT want to capitalize that) to a tv show all about the bad guys? Ok, Boba Fett is also a bad guy and Mandalorians are the bounty hunters, which technically are bad guys, too. And yes, they are produced by Disney, so I guess, I am not watching the right things either, am I? Whoops. Man, entertainment is such a slippery slope! You have to stay so vigilant! Even the new Buzz Lightyear movie had an overtly lesbian couple in it and I can easily defend how "normal" that is and how at least it's not as bad as transgenderism and gender fluidity and that at least they aren't trying to become men. Yeah, that's sad. It's still all sinful and not how God designed us. But nothing new is under the sun. The Egyptians, the Greeks, the Romans, they all did this out in the open, too. That's why it's in Mosaic Law. Guard your hearts, the Bible says. Be on guard, the Devil, is like a roaring lion, looking for someone to devour. And devour Satan does, even if it's just a nibble here and a nibble there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMc3UYBHYrmeuWnm0tGlSYsNG3A6CpPqe8LmOWBcbs65wjcejgAQOLaS2tpLkRE_oQPk3ExheerrgFj_Cqw6mxo_zzRdcasXFcMYfWhOsaOARI62sapj739IyIRo6wV6lsoJoeI_otDbTi-WnscaLOxbLxOAglxM4pwiCsKOUdloUUldTmeCC0w/s4032/IMG_3928.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMc3UYBHYrmeuWnm0tGlSYsNG3A6CpPqe8LmOWBcbs65wjcejgAQOLaS2tpLkRE_oQPk3ExheerrgFj_Cqw6mxo_zzRdcasXFcMYfWhOsaOARI62sapj739IyIRo6wV6lsoJoeI_otDbTi-WnscaLOxbLxOAglxM4pwiCsKOUdloUUldTmeCC0w/s320/IMG_3928.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pure innocence right here. Abishai the 7 yr old enjoying a cardboard play house you color on. So cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitmb_1hC8MkTCOwe1fOV4puYwizoS8u9HjhwbmDU-7Kr0LnF5Sp-EVYnLegHpVI7O584JppsH-RSp-TjL6QivwN_fhmSPT4mBZAWpTl12Fem5lUeOOzcDDBgbIYQRHJwk6ExceOY4pja0L5nzq7I0UtMic5GPzvq2lRlN1rZTXNOXQUjo9u2zp5A/s4032/IMG_3929.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitmb_1hC8MkTCOwe1fOV4puYwizoS8u9HjhwbmDU-7Kr0LnF5Sp-EVYnLegHpVI7O584JppsH-RSp-TjL6QivwN_fhmSPT4mBZAWpTl12Fem5lUeOOzcDDBgbIYQRHJwk6ExceOY4pja0L5nzq7I0UtMic5GPzvq2lRlN1rZTXNOXQUjo9u2zp5A/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfIvSJc-3p3Y6eB8D1V8_tvteTfT9F561vZmAlVbR9oWvvr4iLwQOuhkA7UThVtudoukQNqm36w1PSiqctzGAnOQ7dNB1CQcGUQwGnlwaM62YZrzdvmN2H9J9DGD89Qscob9-9wCi5a7k8tM2hnfdRpjwg4Gwm6iVxs3mqoNKQBox7pm9ByfJWA/s4032/IMG_3931.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfIvSJc-3p3Y6eB8D1V8_tvteTfT9F561vZmAlVbR9oWvvr4iLwQOuhkA7UThVtudoukQNqm36w1PSiqctzGAnOQ7dNB1CQcGUQwGnlwaM62YZrzdvmN2H9J9DGD89Qscob9-9wCi5a7k8tM2hnfdRpjwg4Gwm6iVxs3mqoNKQBox7pm9ByfJWA/s320/IMG_3931.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The good old call-a-story where you pick up the phone (he was so confused on what it was) and listen to someone read a story!) They also finally brought the computers back! The programs look brand new, so I think they were updated while they were away.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgEuJ9HqpVWtFj5wpVPi7zFz9VfEMZyLnJcHto9WkAKo5PCYIobuEPmDQKWugrer0gjfzqA-giV_gN71zValt3ovdF-E2ZvzrsZ9Oi_fSQN9ArPU_ppGoyZFqk6BaWvIIJdK9f4mXy_aS-D0Kzk_b8SUt5dQwM2ovBvXkO8ONSvGGt5CkDjXTIA/s4032/IMG_3937.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKgEuJ9HqpVWtFj5wpVPi7zFz9VfEMZyLnJcHto9WkAKo5PCYIobuEPmDQKWugrer0gjfzqA-giV_gN71zValt3ovdF-E2ZvzrsZ9Oi_fSQN9ArPU_ppGoyZFqk6BaWvIIJdK9f4mXy_aS-D0Kzk_b8SUt5dQwM2ovBvXkO8ONSvGGt5CkDjXTIA/s320/IMG_3937.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out his books as usual.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4qLc6gxcIzJumpPQPigvcf4diHt6PrPhPbFlSaRbv9AMmVLTV3dP_vbwq3f4d3Qw5bAcQWRGyfkFPtdyb1mV7LoOkPPl42G956F3Tq6M2aq5CLItNGUUk0pJC_Z9J3NnglZ3M8j-N7ruZIgP0IBg-4pV1f6U9eQIZpa-TLInqEQZWWvTWIn-Qg/s4032/IMG_3938.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4qLc6gxcIzJumpPQPigvcf4diHt6PrPhPbFlSaRbv9AMmVLTV3dP_vbwq3f4d3Qw5bAcQWRGyfkFPtdyb1mV7LoOkPPl42G956F3Tq6M2aq5CLItNGUUk0pJC_Z9J3NnglZ3M8j-N7ruZIgP0IBg-4pV1f6U9eQIZpa-TLInqEQZWWvTWIn-Qg/s320/IMG_3938.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai doing his scavenger hunt looking for animals prints and photos that are part of a poem in a book. He wrote down all the names himself for the footprints. I just helped him find the actual cards on the bookshelves. He got some stickers for finishing the scavenger hunts. The older kids never would do these for me. But it was Abishai's idea to do them after he saw other kids doing them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5ACJvGK4AfTbJl1G19SeCRWE3iMyhskyu7M2cWDu5xhqjKGDyJLKGvB02hRyxl7KqzCCWK7fmFJN_gQTqU3yaBqRzAfzh0w8dpEkb09YsXi2UOtcNWwtWmEKeEwURVSPbZdCcjd-uTU8xnNyXWSZkoM7agv-BtmRvLogVlsFOeMHz_pOPgC0Fw/s1792/IMG_3939.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5ACJvGK4AfTbJl1G19SeCRWE3iMyhskyu7M2cWDu5xhqjKGDyJLKGvB02hRyxl7KqzCCWK7fmFJN_gQTqU3yaBqRzAfzh0w8dpEkb09YsXi2UOtcNWwtWmEKeEwURVSPbZdCcjd-uTU8xnNyXWSZkoM7agv-BtmRvLogVlsFOeMHz_pOPgC0Fw/s320/IMG_3939.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've still got decent gas mileage even after running the a/c full blast lately.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGt-HIzj6vIAtzdHPtKD6fzJe9jjtOYxEBuQCh9xug-65CiLtz2Runp8QIsfLqdqgSX92JyRQ74R61PjIfrUpWWV3CidBo_AxKEYgytNpxL8OUYN1hB-2PEasmNfjXgt-j67p727Yj_-XzCF5MB1NT-m0bkn4fVWXLK4J0d2qyXN9WUMcJ_Uw9mg/s3520/IMG_3941.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGt-HIzj6vIAtzdHPtKD6fzJe9jjtOYxEBuQCh9xug-65CiLtz2Runp8QIsfLqdqgSX92JyRQ74R61PjIfrUpWWV3CidBo_AxKEYgytNpxL8OUYN1hB-2PEasmNfjXgt-j67p727Yj_-XzCF5MB1NT-m0bkn4fVWXLK4J0d2qyXN9WUMcJ_Uw9mg/s320/IMG_3941.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai learned how to dive, pencil dive hands first and feet first, cannon ball with feet tucked in, and corkscrew dive at Kellie's house today. He's getting there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwAqBKrXvwFrT1Ht0o7SFbA1nGEHvFlAFIWxTyWb3o4LbbCcd2kb4kbOLOpK2ANGL9W2s48bZMZuf5Th8ilLw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxumuNehN3ILaIm7eOkVxQJXGEPvTWdbcLx07KGsw1a4IcC4QJMn1FVgThdE1IpBQj52QgCRYVIG5NddBlNBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjX3ztEHcnhF0bcocOm4HmA_b9A2D4FmlA3FFPRAL2_WMvbUegkc77OzEnNB49OimFln6qqwhp5fgw9UnErpKoPz39gph1qnbR_QBKqisoBet-OTLTPAkXpAw_79S9yCJZRgIkuf12bN7SGL1gWRfbhrgXDPPyuoHzotsLgHlTInsnUC0tnSXbw/s3520/IMG_3943.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjX3ztEHcnhF0bcocOm4HmA_b9A2D4FmlA3FFPRAL2_WMvbUegkc77OzEnNB49OimFln6qqwhp5fgw9UnErpKoPz39gph1qnbR_QBKqisoBet-OTLTPAkXpAw_79S9yCJZRgIkuf12bN7SGL1gWRfbhrgXDPPyuoHzotsLgHlTInsnUC0tnSXbw/s320/IMG_3943.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally taught him the real way to cannonball instead of him falling straight onto his stomach! I told him to tuck his legs in with his knees to his chest like he picks up his knees for Tang Soo Do. And it worked!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3Qdc-ZAcNFPPOLvkIgr9Kq_0Z51x-pxF9d6hqDLjCrA4iet-Aww5ANFqMY6vTwnsF31X9ISG6QTXolgA2qD8IcPlUzAbanfzLpXpCtMFbB2985LCkx7BqHRq9uFf5uDzpX_175zmaVlRWYIqeusWSS50fc9pykunAQqKLXPF0melSxRu7l3vSQ/s3520/IMG_3945.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY3Qdc-ZAcNFPPOLvkIgr9Kq_0Z51x-pxF9d6hqDLjCrA4iet-Aww5ANFqMY6vTwnsF31X9ISG6QTXolgA2qD8IcPlUzAbanfzLpXpCtMFbB2985LCkx7BqHRq9uFf5uDzpX_175zmaVlRWYIqeusWSS50fc9pykunAQqKLXPF0melSxRu7l3vSQ/s320/IMG_3945.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jumping into the middle of the tube!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdv6lzHSxqmtg1HWj9IVc5nlUSze8NvljUxETdC6fLB5Opm-CON9ewWL4nPMa36DitTKg_XWM9iifWKla1ztgbpyCyq3fXlWtz32VFrZyKlXcK54HWTZVbu57GE5Mn7CdhczuDoMaOFFuTSX25oeNmHyTNVLF84q8GN5w3y6w6KzLb95qIlo3UQ/s3520/IMG_3949.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdv6lzHSxqmtg1HWj9IVc5nlUSze8NvljUxETdC6fLB5Opm-CON9ewWL4nPMa36DitTKg_XWM9iifWKla1ztgbpyCyq3fXlWtz32VFrZyKlXcK54HWTZVbu57GE5Mn7CdhczuDoMaOFFuTSX25oeNmHyTNVLF84q8GN5w3y6w6KzLb95qIlo3UQ/s320/IMG_3949.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz_3KIy9y7ij6iF-YHYdCJAgMCsLIKVImk3IHH1ULtBZG8iBwuzI5xet6dVeKlRnL7EdJQhZKfZg87S_yEPsw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4gAiRhxBqflLJZ38oiEAvEfOuHtCV9N7Lr2U_sx8ZYjOsF6UE6V1ghvAkEmEBFZ7KSGpopcYDFRFWArD-Xw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdD9rYFvUWKuAwYCl0anfw-Uwp4nQABpnkt6mE0r5tllTbkUQej6OFj__08iqNpRv9SBHqBAuyu_bmGc6raNhTQmiL_ooMo5oP1iWvy9ropFDqO0EsLVA_qHon7V56LVnlepJ-UnKfWyAmMnp1KTIxtZ4j-mst4Gjc2eSld93cRUTYKQ6UmqjeVQ/s4032/IMG_3952.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdD9rYFvUWKuAwYCl0anfw-Uwp4nQABpnkt6mE0r5tllTbkUQej6OFj__08iqNpRv9SBHqBAuyu_bmGc6raNhTQmiL_ooMo5oP1iWvy9ropFDqO0EsLVA_qHon7V56LVnlepJ-UnKfWyAmMnp1KTIxtZ4j-mst4Gjc2eSld93cRUTYKQ6UmqjeVQ/s320/IMG_3952.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well that's one way to eat cereal with no spoon. Lazy days of summer!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYVEJa7a8xLTUcm4se2KgXjtWtcvu0lqDFmDgz109vFnjs1DCe5MacdRtLm5QBSVQGRdY48z63vfDQT3QWdJjTQnyck21GTYscLz-lH-yvqEnUKG0bSLMNMmwP7OYc4hjPycRSSHBeUUov6Coh3kfPpSpln1MQbZssa8XCTx44akWMUsihNzYdQ/s4032/IMG_3953.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuYVEJa7a8xLTUcm4se2KgXjtWtcvu0lqDFmDgz109vFnjs1DCe5MacdRtLm5QBSVQGRdY48z63vfDQT3QWdJjTQnyck21GTYscLz-lH-yvqEnUKG0bSLMNMmwP7OYc4hjPycRSSHBeUUov6Coh3kfPpSpln1MQbZssa8XCTx44akWMUsihNzYdQ/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First time in a movie theater in 2 1/2 years and I dragged him to a documentary about homeschooling. It's only on for two nights and I bought the tickets regardless of him agreeing to go or not. I still owe him tickets to see Top Gun: Maverick, too. I think we actually heard it being played next door. Or it was another really loud action packed movie. The Homeschool Awakening movie was awesome for what it was. But I could have just watched it on YouTube later or bought it when it comes out on DVD or streamed or whatever.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtFU1PyNZnr9SuKg9Q7hAr65lU-D0fGQTeC--QhBaCHS643fOuLMVnRdgQK_p-TYXtJFKJDFy6NtNyARXYffvIP8TUNm33GoDpEasVnEWq7t9I3UoOgagC9vlKHR0X3CRuXKCNVNrY4WIiMlzKj47yp8RwHrmChRKd0c81xAxLYeeTM72712eKA/s4032/IMG_3954.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtFU1PyNZnr9SuKg9Q7hAr65lU-D0fGQTeC--QhBaCHS643fOuLMVnRdgQK_p-TYXtJFKJDFy6NtNyARXYffvIP8TUNm33GoDpEasVnEWq7t9I3UoOgagC9vlKHR0X3CRuXKCNVNrY4WIiMlzKj47yp8RwHrmChRKd0c81xAxLYeeTM72712eKA/s320/IMG_3954.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whoops! I was too excited to fit into my other bathing suit to care about putting on my long sleeve swim shirt or to put on sunscreen. Now I'm as red as Bob the Tomato! Ouch!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc2zP1sawfvfpaIawmCQUHoBYGAERTpWmKle7sr26_eYpg2xTdpsYh0fIfuXfuK6QiQfKMQjSy29w6lvluYktt8Mt-tX1aEY7aeH4MWl0jygct6XMcwj9UAowLfU4C_0ioFu3PUVj3ZgPFZl4m4E3p_jTVov6CPjVbmr4jZ4DfN0113U36M31ew/s3088/IMG_3955.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2316" data-original-width="3088" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRc2zP1sawfvfpaIawmCQUHoBYGAERTpWmKle7sr26_eYpg2xTdpsYh0fIfuXfuK6QiQfKMQjSy29w6lvluYktt8Mt-tX1aEY7aeH4MWl0jygct6XMcwj9UAowLfU4C_0ioFu3PUVj3ZgPFZl4m4E3p_jTVov6CPjVbmr4jZ4DfN0113U36M31ew/s320/IMG_3955.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0y8ThK6xr8dVs44sZRX1fAn758ob6weOpIrmSIMXHmUjfCnXA5v64Br4Gy6lQLIAER3cL5zlwLgHM4Kv7klMfv_A5YXbSfOkFJLLmckndiK5qweclVLn-3wJLZy8I2ldOGSxfPECU5bWbQweEQNZCu9QqK3Y2p5rP_dNgx6lL5vJoD_A1jg5PA/s300/IMG_5592.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="300" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf0y8ThK6xr8dVs44sZRX1fAn758ob6weOpIrmSIMXHmUjfCnXA5v64Br4Gy6lQLIAER3cL5zlwLgHM4Kv7klMfv_A5YXbSfOkFJLLmckndiK5qweclVLn-3wJLZy8I2ldOGSxfPECU5bWbQweEQNZCu9QqK3Y2p5rP_dNgx6lL5vJoD_A1jg5PA/w640-h427/IMG_5592.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">10 guesses who this is and the first 9 don't count. Abishai, yes, has always been this excited about "buttons," aka video game controls, and always this excited about life in general. He came into this world in an excited way, too. He wasn't loud, mind you, he took his sweet time to make a sound, but he was alert. Jared said Abishai was 1 years old in this photo. It just sums Abishai up so well!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- Phew! What a morning! I spent the morning approving people for the IAHE Indiana Homeschool Marketplace page. I was up earlier with Jared because I had slept on the couch and then was able to sneak back into our room before Abishai got up. So while Jared was making tea, I jumped on the computer thinking I would just write a quick answer to someone's post about wanting to post about being tutor. Well, I took it a step further and wanted to advertise the group again because there's at least a dozen or 2 new listings a day right now because everyone is trying to sell off their old stuff so they can pay for their new stuff. And we've had two failed attempts at local in person book sales in my area, so my friends are the ones who are desperately trying to sell their stuff and I want them to have the best opportunities to get rid of it. So, I made a post on our Discussion group and copied and pasted it on the other state wide groups and my local groups. Well, one of the other volunteers decided to invite her whole entire huge group to the page, so I had 50 new people to approve within the first hour! Say what?! Well, I bypassed the usual procedure and just approved them all and sent my usual welcome message. But come to find out, I think there's a limit to how many messages a day I can send to people I'm not friends with and it might be so business people can't spam other people. That's my guess anyway. I approved everybody on the list anyway, and will go back through and resend my welcome message tomorrow just to make sure everyone gets it. I think I approved at least a dozen or so more after that. But that took quite a bit of the morning to get through. But how fun! Connecting people to curriculum and then to our other materials. I love being able to connect homeschoolers to resources from the comfort of my own home. It makes me feel useful despite my physical and sometimes mental limitations. <br /></p><p>- We were exhausted from Tuesday, so we took it pretty slow all day. I took a shower and didn't push myself to perform in any other way. I had wanted to get more computer work done, but oh well. I did take Keturah to her counseling appointment, and that went better than I had expected. She did say more words than "I don't know" like "I don't know why Mom thinks I need to be here," and she gave fuller answers to the counselor than she had 4 years ago, so I was very, very pleased to see that. I am hopeful now that in a few sessions, we will see some growth. I don't even care if I know about what is talked about in the sessions. I just want to know that my baby girl can have healthy relationships with people, better than I ever have, and despite what she has endured. More time and money spent now working on it will benefit her so much in the long run later. So I will be praying that is the case. We knew we would be revisiting some things and coming back to the counselor sometime in the teenage years. Although there isn't a major issue, we are trying to head off some things before they became major issues. Just some redirection like Jared and I are doing in our own counseling sessions, which have done us a world of good. We've gone over things we know we should be doing, but having someone else say them and keeping us accountable and staying on top of them with us has helped us a ton.</p><p>- For example, take last night, I finally got Jared to go with me, to a movie, that would not be his cup of tea. Actually, the movie was something that we really could have just watched on YouTube later for free but it was one of those things where you go see it as a two night event and pay to offset the costs of making it. It was called "The Homeschool Awakening" and Kirk Cameron and crew made it. I knew it would be perfect for Jared because the trailer for it showed that it was going to mostly positive, not political, not anti public school, and not even super religious. And I was totally right! Kirk Cameron himself has begun to align himself with people that are pretty political, super religious, right wing, very Constitutional, and all those things, so if you go and watch his weekly show or read up on his stuff, you're going to see his opinions as that, but it didn't come out in this movie. He and his wife, who was also in the movie, held back a ton on those views, in order to make this film more palatable to a wider audience. And so did all the other families that were featured. I don't even think all of them were Christians. I knew one other family that definitely was because they live in Indiana and spoke at our conferences and even at our IAHE Volunteer picnic last year, but the editors either cut out a lot of it or they also focused on the non religious benefits of homeschooling. I was super impressed that Jared said that he couldn't find fault with the trailer of this movie and despite his hesitation of watching something by Kirk Cameron, it wasn't enough to not say no to doing something with me. My heart just melted into a puddle right then and there and all I could think of was how much I owe him now. And how just a few months ago he wouldn't have said that to me. I'll willingly watch 1,000 videos of whatever kind he wants me to watch, I don't care. I've dreamed of this moment for years that he would sit next to me and watch something about homeschooling! YEARS! </p><p>- My goal for having Jared watch this with me was to just help him understand what I have idolized and idealized all these years. I have spoken about it and he says he knows, and that nothing was new to him, but I think seeing it adds a new perspective to it. The film was pretty boring to me. Jared was checking his phone for the time because the theater seats hurt his back, and then I ended up checking my phone as well because it was boring. Basically, it ended up being like our Homeschool 101's we do, answering the basic myths about homeschooling like socialization and do you need to be a teacher and what if you don't know something and what about college. Because Jared hasn't watched homeschool videos or read any books, I've always tried to send him things here and there to help him understand my world better. Or when I say I'm jealous of this family or that family or how I'm disappointed in myself or the kids for not reaching a certain standard of mine, I've wanted him to really grasp that. So hopefully seeing this film gave him a little bit more understanding, although, like the kids' say, he said he already knew it. I did, too, but I'm always LOOKING for a nugget I can take with me, even with the most repetitive material I know like this homeschooling stuff. Actually, with a film like this, my job is to act like a critic and see if I recommend it or not. I was scouting it out for my fellow IAHE volunteers just in case they didn't get a chance to see it. Now I can go back and report that it's fine, go ahead and share it, there's nothing to worry about and I can't wait for it to become available to share even further. That way I do pay attention during the whole thing. I do that with other seminars where I think I know everything they are going to say. Or sermons on a familiar passage. Never ever "check out." Find something to keep you stimulated.</p><p>- And that's why I was exhausted mentally today. I was social yesterday and I had to think critically last night. I went to bed way early, falling asleep on the green couch with Jared's knowledge this time, so I could keep an eye on Socks in case he started to lose control of his bladder or something and he started to majorly decline. I was going to try to watch a TV show on the tablet but it was out of power and once I laid down to stretch my back, I was out by midnight. I woke up 6 1/2 hrs later with a headache and I could still feel my body as being dead weight and my eyes hurting. Swimming just that little bit and being in the sun just for a few hours really did a number on me. Plus the sunburn. And the Friday group is planning to go swimming at one of the bigger pools on Friday, which is awesome and in my head, I would love to do it, but my body is very unwilling and I'm getting another headache just thinking about it. So I've texted Jared to see if he'll come with us. If not, I'll just suck it up and go like I always do. My mother didn't take us to the beach, which was 1 hr away or to the city pool or anything because she was prone to heatstroke and migraines and sunstroke, so I get it from her, but I suck it up, take meds and go anyway. She was also very busy with our extracurricular activities. But I'm determined to just make it happen regardless of my needs. I'll wear my hat and my long sleeve this time though and it will help. </p><p>- Abishai was also tired and I gave him his ADHD med today, but only 4.5 ml and not the 5ml. He was still pretty whiny and groggy. Man, I wish there was another solution. I want to calm him down enough to sit him in a chair, but not at the expense of making him feel miserable. There's got to be something in between! I'll try the 4ml again and see what happens. I'll do that dose tomorrow and skip altogether on Friday so we don't have the whines at the pool. He had 4 hrs of TV today but that's ok. He played so hard yesterday. And I didn't know what else to do with him. It was too hot outside and I couldn't make myself go outside to set something up for him to do. And I was gone with Keturah for 2 hrs. And then I was going to get on the computer but ended up just sitting on the green couch resting instead. And I knew we would be going out for the evening and he had karate, too. It's summer. I'm trying not to worry about it too much. He read a TON of books this morning while I was in the shower. And I'm not talking about just looking at pictures. He likes to actually read the words and stories. I can't wait to see where he's at with his reading by the end of the summer. I think I might have to bump him up a grade level in reading and language arts, which means buying more books, but who cares! This kid is genius! His memory is huge! </p><p>- Justin got up late as usual, but got some math done. He spent a chunk of time on his video games of course. Sigh. The accountant didn't get his paycheck cut again, so he's pretty broke. Which is unfortunate because Dad said he was to pay for the trip to Greenfield on Monday and he wanted money for tonight's Taco Bell run with his small group, so, we said you pay for whatever you want at Taco Bell and then you don't owe us for Greenfield. He was going to eat his dinner at Taco Bell but realizing he was now paying for it all by himself, he decided to cook himself dinner at home. See, that's why we don't spend all our money all the time at places like CVS on Monster Energy drinks. He was also off work yesterday because of the heat and too many employees at work at the same time, so he didn't pick up his paycheck then. I suppose we could of stopped by on our way through or he could have gone over there today. Oh well. He has to be an adult and remember these things. Natural consequences. But oh wait, Lego is coming out with a new series of Legos for the Avator movie and retiring Ninjago. Now that's something to show Mom and to talk about and be excited about. Hm,...yup, we still need to work on this kid. He's not done growing yet.</p><p>- Jared and I are still talking about the pool situation. He said that either he thought about it or talked to Rick May about it, but we could turn one of the electrical outlets on the back wall around to face the outside and drill a hole in the siding. We'd replace the actual outlet with an outdoor plug of course, but we wouldn't have do any wiring! And as long as the pump we use is watted for that type of plug, we should be fine. Now, I don't know what circuit those plugs are on versus my computer and wifi strip, so we'll see. I do know that the plug next to the door is on the same breaker as my computer and the wifi breaker and that I can't have my heater on in the winter and run the vacuum on the other plug at the same time or it will trip the breaker on my power strip causing the wifi to go off. SOOOOO, I'm hoping that all the electrical outlets in this room are NOT all on the same breaker. And if they are, maybe Rick can split them or something. But there is hope that we will get a pool going this summer. Jared wants to buy a pool in person instead of through Amazon so we are going to check them out at Meijer where he saw some for $300. He's going to be surprised that that price is only for the pool and none of the accessories. The pool I'm looking at on Amazon, which dropped again in price (after having risen in price last week) from $2,000 to $1,200, includes the filter, cover, skimmer, and a couple of other things. We'll need pool chemicals, sand underneath the pool, vacuum, etc. And we'll need the initial water filling because I'm not doing it with our rust infested well water. No way jose'. If I can get something set up for under $2,000, I'll be extremely pleased. Some said they bought a better sand filter system than what comes with this particular model, but we'll see. I can invest in something more next year. That's my plan anyway. I'm just glad we are talking about this again. It makes my heart happy after having to go to my friend's house to play in the water, getting a sunburn, having a headache, and all that. I just want something my backyard that I can send the kids outside to play in and I don't have to make as much effort to attend to. I will still be out there watching of course, and I'll clean it, but I can do that when I feel better and sit in my own chair or watch from inside the house in the a/c and not in the sun through the window. I think Jared understands that more now.</p><p>- Oh.....my......word.....that was an adventure! So....Jared took Abishai to karate and then met Keturah, Justin and I at Meijer. That was the easy part. What we didn't expect was that the pools that Jared found there were the exact same brand that I had seen on Amazon AND the exact same all in one kit and model AND it was selling for LESS than Amazon. So we didn't come equipped to purchase a pool tonight. Well, we ended up purchasing a pool! Oh my word! Crazy! And then Jared saw buy one pair of shoes get another pair for $1, so he just HAD to go through all the men's shoes looking for the right pair of shoes, which would have been fine, but I hadn't calculated enough time for something like that. Nor had I calculated any time for purchasing a pool and getting it into a vehicle either. But, with many moving parts, and lots of last minute changes, it all worked out. Jared found shoes. We finally checked out about 8:10. Keturah was supposed to be at Ritter's at 8pm. Well, then the pool wouldn't fit in the van. So, Jared took my car to drop Keturah off at Ritter's (just one block south of Meijer), and went to get our truck. Meanwhile, I let Justin go ahead and walk across the street, which is also one of the busiest in all of Franklin Township, Southport Rd, to Taco Bell to see his friends. I told him to come back by 9pm with a couple of his friends so that they can help get it into the truck and give Dad a break. Jared got back a few minutes earlier than I expected but that was ok. I sent him into Meijer so he could use the restroom and get him and Abishai some water while we waited for Justin. Meanwhile, I texted Keturah to get her to find a ride back to Meijer when she was done at Ritter's. Surely one of her friend's or a leader was heading back past Meijer into Franklin Township, duh. It happened to be one of her leaders that she asked I think, but ok. Then Justin came walking back across the parking lot. Why he didn't drive over with his friends who came over after him, I don't know, I didn't ask. But a truckload of 3 guys showed up and helped make the final shove over into the truck. It really wasn't necessary for them to be there, but man, I was tired of seeing Jared struggle and I didn't want to see him in pain later. I also texted Benaiah to see if he could help out when he got home, but he was busy. Fortunately, Jared, Justin, and Keturah were able to get the pool into the garage (thank you, Jesus, that I had cleaned out that aisleway!) and now it will sit until we get the rest of things sorted out hopefully in the next week or two. I don't think Jared will procrastinate too much longer with this as he prayed about it when praying with Abishai and I, and it was him that asked Rick May about the electrical outlets in the back of the sunroom and he had been looking at the pools last week with Abishai and Keturah, so there's hope for this whole thing. But the pool is on deck now. And that makes me extremely happy. My dream has become reality. No going back now. Well, technically, yes, we could, but, the decision was made now. We shall proceed forward. Just like paint for the bathroom was purchased. We only stopped with that because the weather was so nice and before that, Jared had those papers to finish. SO, despite the adventure, major progress was made tonight and my heart is full.</p><p>- The kids are ok with everything, despite having a shorter time with their friends. I didn't get to sing Happy Birthday to Keturah in front of her friends, but she didn't want that anyway. She got to talk to the new youth minister, Brandon, and enjoyed that. She said, "My friends actually respect that I didn't want them to sing to me, Mom." Ok, fine. I would have wanted my mom to tell my friends to sing to me. It wouldn't have embarrassed me at all. Actually, we had our youth group thing, Workcamp, during my birthday week every year during high school, so I did get sung to or mentioned, I believe during those weeks. Or at least one year I think my mom had one of the cooks, a friend of ours, have a special bowl of strawberries or something for me for my birthday. Anyway, I'm so different than Keturah is in that way. I'm like "Notice me! Notice me!" And she's like, "Don't notice me! Don't notice me!" Anyway, it's good to hear she spoke to Brandon. I hope that buds into a special relationship because it's important to respect your youth minister and look up to them. I know Justin had that with Luke Green during middle school at least. It was harder during high school because Luke wasn't really supposed to be the high school minister but was double duty with being in charge of everything and overseeing high school until they got one. And Chad was there for a year or so, but Justin didn't really get in the groove with Chad, I think because Benaiah didn't and because he had been so close to Luke. And now he'll only have a year with Brandon but not really because he's going to New Pal on Sunday nights and won't see Brandon at all. So Justin is kind of in la la land when it comes to high school youth group ministers. It's a good thing he's had consistent small group leaders. Without them, that group of guys would have totally fallen apart like all the other small groups have at Indian Creek in the youth minister. They seem to die out by senior year except for the girls that Lise Caldwell led and Justin's group. The graduating class of 2022 from Indian Creek's youth group that they shared on social media was less than a dozen students and that was girls and guys. That doesn't seem quite right given that dozens and dozens go to to CIY each year. So weird. I just don't know or understand. Benaiah's small group fell apart, too, except for a handful of them. They just start going separate ways. And I think it has to do with separating the kids by their grade levels. They should be interacting with other ages, older grades should be mentoring younger grades, and they somewhat do, but they don't necessarily mix together on a Sunday night. I don't know. I miss my old youth group. We worked together so beautifully and we were in different grades. I looked up to the kids a year or two or three ahead of me and I helped those under me coming up the ranks. I talked with everyone. We didn't segregate except for jr. high and sr. high. That meant that siblings were in the same group sometimes. Oh well. We lived just fine. It's how the world works. Anyway, all that to say. We'll see how the next few months pan out. I think we'll see some new dynamics here real soon.</p><p>- All is now quiet. Everybody is either in bed or in their quiet spaces, as it should be. And there is a pool with it's accessories in the garage! Eeek! Homeschool movie last night! Pool shopping tonight! What a week! I owe the hubby huge accolades! And the biggest Father's Day card and giftcard to Home Depot on Sunday I can find! Something! Anything! I'll work on that tomorrow! Eek!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zfPucc3cuowmxzrBH0Ix9t2g6Lg_AxDYD-9nB39KluXYj7-d-eGdHyFqWxa8uT_z33hCmHkM8xo9wEzcY1bEkhqpcrD3BQrl7qlHx-4IIsEZSUyocMeaFFxGVMUQJjFMRDrQfURyHRZDArFWfu_lw2sheGIfGi2tfsOZXyhOQQkas-OGbQzvTg/s997/IMG_3956.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="997" data-original-width="748" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zfPucc3cuowmxzrBH0Ix9t2g6Lg_AxDYD-9nB39KluXYj7-d-eGdHyFqWxa8uT_z33hCmHkM8xo9wEzcY1bEkhqpcrD3BQrl7qlHx-4IIsEZSUyocMeaFFxGVMUQJjFMRDrQfURyHRZDArFWfu_lw2sheGIfGi2tfsOZXyhOQQkas-OGbQzvTg/w300-h400/IMG_3956.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For a man who always was a late riser, it really impresses me that Jared is so disciplined now about getting up and out the door so early, and so early to get Justin to drive for an hour before both of them go to work. I used to be like that, and now I'm the total opposite. So now Jared gets to enjoy these kinds of views that I used to enjoy in high school, the sunrise. I enjoy the moonrise and very, very rarely, I've actually seen the first glimmer of the sun and then I go "Oh crap, it's 5:30am and I'm still awake. What have I done?! I did NOT just stay awake all night watching stupid videos, did I? Why yes, I did. I'm going to pay for this for the next two weeks! I better not complain about it because I did it to myself!" Anyway, get yourself a guy that blossoms later in life. It's amazing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiUJH5GgBTz2wf2Dww5b50nzRFdSkKZyqHlE60SL0hhtl1PPFR0KDL05T8d3dVTKImmdXeImICy00jiQWbcIMgxcKM60nleEpg_wkXoA1LOPJM7A2T8fDK0Idao2nAhWGni6XFCnTm96huS6A89bPDogOb_NLhk8UaQSgbBUqEU6hWoM2jVhmsg/s1792/IMG_3957.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiUJH5GgBTz2wf2Dww5b50nzRFdSkKZyqHlE60SL0hhtl1PPFR0KDL05T8d3dVTKImmdXeImICy00jiQWbcIMgxcKM60nleEpg_wkXoA1LOPJM7A2T8fDK0Idao2nAhWGni6XFCnTm96huS6A89bPDogOb_NLhk8UaQSgbBUqEU6hWoM2jVhmsg/w296-h640/IMG_3957.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like I said in my response, yup, this is me. It's gotten so bad. Even on days I'm more disciplined and I try to rush and push, it still doesn't work out right. I don't get it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJ6-gk-CGNlLlViP7Eb5rAwSCZqYsUx2LBlsd1mf1b-WwNT3OGykB6VG38t6YrBxPYWjYRo_ZBjBl6Nq9B11MgHvOP4aZHMQaoYEWXlFulwKZO37MhNOuxhHix3ST8I6wYJalbwhgRQUavrHWfU46KiWtjUtZKpf3w3xYuoKDxaHwdFg5-ItgHw/s1792/IMG_3958.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJ6-gk-CGNlLlViP7Eb5rAwSCZqYsUx2LBlsd1mf1b-WwNT3OGykB6VG38t6YrBxPYWjYRo_ZBjBl6Nq9B11MgHvOP4aZHMQaoYEWXlFulwKZO37MhNOuxhHix3ST8I6wYJalbwhgRQUavrHWfU46KiWtjUtZKpf3w3xYuoKDxaHwdFg5-ItgHw/w296-h640/IMG_3958.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So I was up early and I posted about the IAHE used book group on several other groups and then one of the other volunteers decided to add all of her people from her group to that group, plus my posts did actually work, and within an hour, I had these 49 member requests. By the end of the day, I had approved 72 requests! You just never know how well your efforts are going to be within the FB algorithm on any given day on any given moment. You can try to plan and guess based on all kinds of factors, but it's just a guess. My goal is just to match up sellers and buyers. I have many friends who are trying to sell stuff. They people who will actually buy stuff. And a lot of people think they are going to get deep discounts like at garage sales. Well, that's not how it works. My selling friends want to get some money out of their barely used textbooks, plus there are shipping costs when it's done this way. So, we've tried to tell people this, but it's hard to keep everyone educated. Local in person sales are great, but when people don't sign up to be vendors and/or people don't show up to buy, it doesn't work. So, we work all the angles. I admin this group for the IAHE, so it's my little "baby" and I'm working hard to find ways to improve it. I haven't been able to do the rest of what I wanted to do this summer with it, yet, but I've gotten started with the project, so that's good.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_N-0uc3jkf0E9lsjweC1IxyqgWfCO5dETZ600I9W7w2-9W8NssdEB-1pIN5hbsGgz4pEahKD32agBPtG_GQ0E9OlMuyB0bTHThMOzqUpHP3jxymQvN8Q2CjqX_Ige_Xi6pUHda5qJhJ0z3Sxa1purPIiWxpP5k-Nx7nKqdxvZF2GJ2Y2OZi8gJg/s1792/IMG_3960.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_N-0uc3jkf0E9lsjweC1IxyqgWfCO5dETZ600I9W7w2-9W8NssdEB-1pIN5hbsGgz4pEahKD32agBPtG_GQ0E9OlMuyB0bTHThMOzqUpHP3jxymQvN8Q2CjqX_Ige_Xi6pUHda5qJhJ0z3Sxa1purPIiWxpP5k-Nx7nKqdxvZF2GJ2Y2OZi8gJg/w296-h640/IMG_3960.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's true. And unfortunately, I'm the one who on the other side. I'm the one who makes others out to be villains in my story. It's because of the wounds in my past. And it's been a long, hard journey that I still have work on and past those barriers. And I honestly don't see that I put up barriers a lot of the time. I have to be told that I did. I've learned to accept other's help when they say that I have. I'm getting good at saying thank you for that advice. So that's a big step. But I have a lot of misconceptions about people. I stereotype people a lot. It's a stumbling block for me in relationships.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTn4iDr12nBGS_0X355PXQ14ka0cpd-YSai-kcXiEno_Kw7kvK362YV0pSU6C22klBDvt92sGPx1Ypn6k18csubWiNhXH2GMRqxLDpb6iDyJLf4DQqBkXHm_lfHPaA1_qdAEuTvYaLdDR-KuQPJjFHRPB4D-eANAVrRz0YLOE2MZ1RgS6QmfsPQ/s1792/IMG_3961.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXTn4iDr12nBGS_0X355PXQ14ka0cpd-YSai-kcXiEno_Kw7kvK362YV0pSU6C22klBDvt92sGPx1Ypn6k18csubWiNhXH2GMRqxLDpb6iDyJLf4DQqBkXHm_lfHPaA1_qdAEuTvYaLdDR-KuQPJjFHRPB4D-eANAVrRz0YLOE2MZ1RgS6QmfsPQ/w296-h640/IMG_3961.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks slipped and hit his chin on his food bowl and couldn't get back up tonight or the night before. We think it might be related to the new medication so I looked it up. Sure enough, because of the relaxation properties for the muscles and nerves, it can cause weakness. I've always found this medication helpful for my restless legs and the grogginess it brings helps me fall asleep but maybe it's too much for Socks. Maybe it makes him stumble too much. He's actually getting 2, 100mg caplets a day, so we can back it down to 1, to see if that changes any overall unsteadiness. And then none. I only started it because of how his handquarters seemed to be in more pain. But the vet said we could go over the max dose on pain med and if that's the case, I would be ok with doing that and dropping this med. It's just medication. I'm great at going on and off medication to see what works. It just takes time and patience to let the body adjust. A lot of people don't have the patience to go through the side effects fully until the body stabilizes itself. They feel the first side effect and say, "Nope, not doing that." and then stop without letting it subside. It's why doctors do follow up appointments in 1 month for most meds. It takes that long for most side effects to go away and meds to take their full effect. Unless it's something like antibiotics or a side effect like hives or allergic reactions. Then you'd call sooner. So, we'll see. But it was very, very scary to see Socks slip like that. We didn't know if we were losing him for real, or what. I slept on the couch just in case he started losing bladder control or had heart issues or breathing issues. I really didn't think he would, but just in case. We did put a rug in front of his food dish now so he at least his front legs won't slip so he can eat and drink.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist1PdGFP2kQNU1J7FRv0xonPb_vVb23n_2Y-gCQfuLcVQh_81Jgv61VR3U4eCYwb2qS6I-DR-41Visy6oGqlAzoVvbVH_dQduagJDOTYyN2wSPUpS7EPnqMauwiDpwCG5czoFKkDuYG97vQEN5BS_-fXYIiWNhEEw2_IRfDANP3fmdZQhS1GXTg/s4032/IMG_3962.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist1PdGFP2kQNU1J7FRv0xonPb_vVb23n_2Y-gCQfuLcVQh_81Jgv61VR3U4eCYwb2qS6I-DR-41Visy6oGqlAzoVvbVH_dQduagJDOTYyN2wSPUpS7EPnqMauwiDpwCG5czoFKkDuYG97vQEN5BS_-fXYIiWNhEEw2_IRfDANP3fmdZQhS1GXTg/w480-h640/IMG_3962.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not only did Jared endure a homeschooling movie on Tuesday, but he scored a pool for us on Wednesday! When he said he saw pools at Meijer for $300, I told him I would go look at them with him and in my mind, I was totally going to debunk him and show him how they don't contain everything we need and there was no way we were going to buy something other than the one I had picked out on Amazon. So, I just met him there in the car after he took Abishai to Tang Soo Do. He was in the van. Well, we didn't find the $300 ones, but we did find this one, which was the EXACT same one that was in the listing of several pools that I was looking at on Amazon! AND it was cheaper! He scored big time! I wanted the slightly bigger one that Amazon had and Meijer didn't have. He wanted the smaller one, but we compromised with this one in the middle that had the sand filter, 16 ft by 48inch sides, 42 inch water height, which is what Kellie has for height, and I think width as well. It comes with a ladder, tarp for under the pool, and the solar cover. All for $800! That, my friends, is a steal! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIP9diDRmOx5WrEgl4IXweJkLnAETvPsJqWlfxdS-47PXU9W9nYZSSpykBwcuxU4rWREiXBceEnhFBB4gDzw71pk7fszTHSu3xRa5KzpNentGJ2ivkgMPX6yKKUKkjUf2lrOllMj_jxDvXS2W_CJc1OfVQkWEsxy_QeVSS6mETXj3qdPcoL6HoWQ/s1792/IMG_3963.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIP9diDRmOx5WrEgl4IXweJkLnAETvPsJqWlfxdS-47PXU9W9nYZSSpykBwcuxU4rWREiXBceEnhFBB4gDzw71pk7fszTHSu3xRa5KzpNentGJ2ivkgMPX6yKKUKkjUf2lrOllMj_jxDvXS2W_CJc1OfVQkWEsxy_QeVSS6mETXj3qdPcoL6HoWQ/w296-h640/IMG_3963.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same brand, same model, everything! I can't believe it! Go, Meijer! Go, Jared for finding it! I can't believe he had listened so well and had actually looked at the listing I had sent him. Especially after he kept saying no, we aren't getting a pool. And he has talked to the electrician, too. So amazing!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPLjz4LjT09dQSYUvAChVQxvoHedRRDsFm_6d9KapjJF-ANkwPIyjcVFCH7SWVjGBUzoCIlu37doxDbWoLrsfjKePvMY_iNjYp3VPp5Ut0FnvfBRYj5ppwdmnYcAZKjDgfm_VbJ4kkx4I88FU5C2mERumAzOKevDRk4AmbkVfyn0fBFnwkfBi9g/s4032/IMG_3964.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPLjz4LjT09dQSYUvAChVQxvoHedRRDsFm_6d9KapjJF-ANkwPIyjcVFCH7SWVjGBUzoCIlu37doxDbWoLrsfjKePvMY_iNjYp3VPp5Ut0FnvfBRYj5ppwdmnYcAZKjDgfm_VbJ4kkx4I88FU5C2mERumAzOKevDRk4AmbkVfyn0fBFnwkfBi9g/s320/IMG_3964.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And so, we bought it! We didn't expect to buy a pool tonight! In fact, we only budgeted enough time to look at it and discuss it. The kids had other activities to go to. You can read about it in the blog post. Justin had to pull the cart by pulling the pool box with Jared standing on the cart as the counterweight. We looked ridiculous, but it worked.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0echu88qaSAn8oq0OnFXwEjBGsytlRSU2G64fGLcTUPGd9MMlw4Dm5bO6qbN4X9O9oRbklkKrk_aULptLk8TVqHR4sC6Lsbezo7UxviqDnOmzgg_D1FGuq9rS0E8LvAGoBy-u6uba8FfoXpVasjeQOubNLpInad8--GsgAdVI18-qDYwskfeew/s4032/IMG_3965.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0echu88qaSAn8oq0OnFXwEjBGsytlRSU2G64fGLcTUPGd9MMlw4Dm5bO6qbN4X9O9oRbklkKrk_aULptLk8TVqHR4sC6Lsbezo7UxviqDnOmzgg_D1FGuq9rS0E8LvAGoBy-u6uba8FfoXpVasjeQOubNLpInad8--GsgAdVI18-qDYwskfeew/s320/IMG_3965.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">About 90 minutes later, we got it loaded up onto the truck, had our kids collected back from their two social activities, and were driving away from Meijer. What an adventure! And now we have a real pool sitting in our garage, waiting for Mr. Rick to come and fix the electrical outlet issue before we even attempt to do anything to set it up. And in J6 family style, I don't expect this to be done in an instant. Jared or I will get it scheduled soon, but we've both been stupid busy lately, too. We couldn't pass up the price, and that's the main thing. I had planned to have a pool for the whole season, but you know what, who cares. We've made progress. I'm content enough. It's happening. On the J6 timetable as always. Slow and steady. As it happens. And we've already been swimming for the year, too. And we'll go to a big pool on Friday. It's not like we are totally missing out. We are all very excited.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Thursday</p><p>- Happy 14th birthday, Keturah! She might be a middle child, she hasn't been completely forgotten today like she was last year or in years' past. I did ask her small group to sing to her last night at the late night Ritters' thing. But she saw me post that and told them not to. Abishai, Jared, and I did wake her up with singing Happy Birthday, and she smiled. We ended up going to our haircut appointment early, which was just now Abishai and Keturah and Justin had to be rescheduled, so I took them out to eat where she wanted, McDonald's, so she could get a Buzz Lightyear McDonald's Happy Meal toy, and then to Dairy Queen for a very cherry Blizzard treat. She binge watched all 3 of the Hobbit movies and has started on The Lord of the Rings trilogy using my old laptop. She went for a lap around the block on her roller blades. I told her that Daddy can take her out to see the new Buzz Lightyear animated movie sometime this weekend. She's had access to her dog all day to love on. She can stay up until she actually turns 14 at 11:17pm if she wants to. Her new Converse brand shoes were supposed to arrive today, but they didn't show up. They are currently sitting in Greenwood at a FedEx depot somewhere, lol. Ok then. I could go pick them up myself you know. They will be here tomorrow and I've put a text alert on my phone for them. So, I think she's had a decent birthday for once.</p><p>- For the rest of us, it's been a little topsy turvy, but we've survived. It's cooled off slightly, aka, down to like 92 degrees for a high today. Justin and Jared went to work after doing an hour of driving. Like I said, we were supposed to have haircuts for all three kids after Justin's work, but our hairdresser had a cancellation and could move us up so I took the younger two in. That way she could get her son to his tuba lesson and then her husband didn't have to leave work early. I totally get it. Then we arranged for me to get Justin in during one of her other appointments where she has to wait for her client's hair color to set. So, it's all good. We figured it out and everybody is happy. Meanwhile, I was typing to Jared and forgot to pick up Justin at 2:30. When he texted me at 2:39, Kellie was calling me so I picked up her call. She said she was at her mom's nearby and was wondering if she could drop of Kya for the afternoon because she was bored. I said sure, but I hadn't picked up Justin yet. So Kellie offered to do that and bring them both back here. Awesome! Kellie was all dirty from mowing her mom's yard, so no hugs today, but that's exactly how BFF's should work. Last minute phone calls and texts, "Hey, I'm nearby, can I?...." Ah, this is what I've longed for my whole life! I finally had it on PEI, and I finally have it again here in Indiana. "Here, let me just swing by and drop off...pick up....do this...." Yup, it feels so good! So Kya was here with Justin, Keturah was working through the Hobbit movies, and Abishai as back on some more TV time.</p><p>- I reduced Abishai's medication to 4ml today and he was less groggy today, but still chilled out. I'm not sure why I hadn't seen it before. We should have stuck with the 4ml dose. When I call to get it refilled, I'll ask the doctor for the 4ml chewables as well as ask the question about using only when needed or do I need to use it every day like mine. Abishai bounced back quicker today, too, and was able to communicate better with Jennae at the salon about his hair and find the chickens. He was much better to handle and not too clingy and mopey. 4mL looks to be perfect. I don't think you can go any lower. Time to test it out on some sit down activities. If we decide to actually stay home and not just watch TV. But I've been trying to catch up on the blog and do my IAHE stuff, so I can't be doing that and playing with him, and because my plans keep changing this week and I've been off physically with migraines and sunburns and who knows what, it just hasn't gone well. So Abishai's had a bit more TV time here yesterday and today. We'll be going swimming again tomorrow at the big pool, so that will make up for the lack of physical activity today. He also did have Tang Soo Do tonight, so that helps with being physical active on the hot days. The studio is air conditioned and they have a big floor fan so the kids get hot, but not to the point of heat exhaustion like if they were outside. That's why I've been a bit more lenient at home. And Abishai has been working hard with me about this medication stuff and the constant changing schedule and he rotates what he's watching and on what device. And he does read and play Lego, too. He tries so hard. It's hard not to let him go ahead with more screen time. It's just so hot. What else can a little guy do without their mom to pull out the art supplies and do things with him? With big sister engrossed in her binge watching and big brother at work, there's no one to play with either. And I can't arrange play dates for every day of the week. Some days are lazy summer days for chilling and binge watching.</p><p>- And then I watched the IAHE Rep meeting I missed on Tuesday night because the movie (I bought the movie tix without realizing we had a mtg because it wasn't written down on my calendar!). It wasn't as exciting as I had hoped for. The "Big 3" were on a two day retreat, so they joined in and introduced themselves to the new people gave us an update on what's going politically speaking and some basics about who they are and what they do. We did get an update about our ties with HSLDA. All is good, it's just a changeover in who works with us. And staying always vigilant with who we work with in the state legislature. Great for newbies, some new stuff to hear, not helpful to me right now, even with talking about high school things. Sigh. Stuff to follow up on for sure. But that's another day's work. I'm glad I could put it on fast forward. Then it was time to get dinner ready.</p><p>- Time to rush putting rotting meat in the ovens and rotting potatoes in the air fryer. Justin vacuumed for Keturah since it's her birthday. And then he did the big trash after Abishai did the little trash. Abishai had already changed into his Tang Soo Do t-shirt. I'm glad he's really excited to go to his class. It makes the 5pm dinner time rush worth it. I really despise the shorter afternoons we've had for the last 5mos and I feel like I still don't have a good routine with them. I wake up fine enough to get breakfast done in a good time, but dwaddle long enough to have breakfast late and then lunch is late and then I don't want to start making dinner at 4pm. I don't want to eat at 5pm myself. So I didn't tonight. And then I left the food out on purpose because I thought I'd be hungry and go back and eat in a bit when I took a break from writing up this blog. Well, I never took a break because I got into the zone. So Jared came home from dropping Kya off and taking Justin to the bank to drop off his paycheck and suddenly it was 9:30pm. And I'm like, shoot, I never put the food away! And here he is, for a third night in a row, earning brownie points, putting the food away after driving for more than an hour. It's my job to clean up supper. I mean I did make supper, but I do the domestics for the most part. He earns the money. I like when he does it, but I've never really expected him to do it. My dad didn't do it. Gary doesn't do it most of the time. We run mostly traditional patriarchal households where the men work, the women cook and clean. Men can jump in and help and they often do, but we don't expect them to. And vice versa, we can go out and work, but typically we don't earn the big bucks. We stay home with the babies. And we generally enjoy it and don't mind it. It's never forced one way or the other. It's just something we do and it has worked out. So, anyway, I always feel bad when I was going to do something like put away food and then forgot to do it. Now, the question is, am I going to be hungry later? We'll see. I had that McDonald's large cafe' mocha frappe with tons of caffeine and sugar and then a caffeinated bar with a few calories plus chocolate covered coffee beans, so I just don't feel hungry when I'm caffeinated and it's hot. But i'll tank here soon and will be looking for something. Mark my words.</p><p>- All is well. Everyone is in their places. Keturah's working on whatever waiting for her birth time at 11:17. Jared's off to bed soon because of his Friday early morning accountability group. Justin is chilling in the garage on his video games which he hasn't had all day. Abishai went straight to bed a little after 8pm with no problems. Tomorrow, we hit up the Shelbyville pool. A new mom and 8 yr old is coming and despite feeling like crap and not wanting to be in the sun again, I will go and make her feel welcome. The 8 yr old doesn't seem well yet, just like Abishai, so hopefully they will hit it off and we can just sit and relax and watch them. So, we'll see! Jared can't come with us, which is a bummer, but I'll put my big girl pants on and do my best. And then I have Mom's Night out. Keturah and Daddy might to go that Buzz movie, leaving Justin and Abishai home alone, fun times! And then Saturday is the free air show! At least the high will be 82 degrees. That's manageable And then it's Father's Day! Can't forget that one of course! </p><p>- And I'm utterly exhausted. And my doggy doesn't feel well. And I just want to be there for him and cry over him. I told Jared that I'm going to be the one making any final decisions since it's been up to me to make all the other decisions. I know it's been me driving everything with the dog since day 1, but I'm getting nervous that Jared will step in and push euthanasia before I'm ready. And I know enough to know when it's time, hopefully. I just need someone to stay quiet and hold my hand through it. It's going to be absolutely mind blowing to have to go through it. I'm scared to death. And I'm scared of death and the moment of death being my decision. But I want to be the one to decide that. So, I cried after I said that and I felt better. I had been holding that in all week after Socks' slipping accident. He needs encouragement and love right now. That's all. One day at a time.</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRQrSYzulAxiO7gATDItLmL0YgsL_niQdQRsqXZfVNCnHxVzdmNmEYmV3yVWvfGxfvkXwdrSkxAbByIA-jUUP_2nRnN-xevwg-1JNlk1yrpJGDOU8bU8NYb0XKEoLsrAZwGMnKkve5rRfaJ1BNKMHjND0l_PMy6dEYRfEAGeTyc0dI6OCblUI4g/s4032/IMG_3968.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRQrSYzulAxiO7gATDItLmL0YgsL_niQdQRsqXZfVNCnHxVzdmNmEYmV3yVWvfGxfvkXwdrSkxAbByIA-jUUP_2nRnN-xevwg-1JNlk1yrpJGDOU8bU8NYb0XKEoLsrAZwGMnKkve5rRfaJ1BNKMHjND0l_PMy6dEYRfEAGeTyc0dI6OCblUI4g/s320/IMG_3968.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A great way to wake up on your birthday, with earphones, your phone, YouTube, and your doggy beside you.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQQLLkcTQoFg_6Ntv0vSF-wrroPl7vInkgjFLXcP6SRsX93R7Db2Iivtjbg3er_k_cHvjy9_cLIFiPMlTWS8qK3NvugHwQXWUkQlungy3RIs8uPNyRYiGMVBKj_VAj85C4nb3o0dvGbh_pZQigYbYG7AmIYehRQ1dnLwa2kV4vCnOvnUDYoGBgA/s1200/IMG_3975.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="1200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQQLLkcTQoFg_6Ntv0vSF-wrroPl7vInkgjFLXcP6SRsX93R7Db2Iivtjbg3er_k_cHvjy9_cLIFiPMlTWS8qK3NvugHwQXWUkQlungy3RIs8uPNyRYiGMVBKj_VAj85C4nb3o0dvGbh_pZQigYbYG7AmIYehRQ1dnLwa2kV4vCnOvnUDYoGBgA/s320/IMG_3975.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted his hair long in the front so he could fling it like his big brother's. And all I could imagine in my head was all the celebrities we teens had crushes on that had hairstyles like this that Justin or Abishai could easily pull off. This is actually not Chris Hemsworth. This is his brother. But I did download photos of both of them because they actually currently rock the '90's hairstyle today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSD7tz4KWgeCIlIhSWMp2NETPUkd6m7GK-Y1mKcQaFiLW4c1ppy_VUV9LQkrhtE12uwwDXaGSr9wi7MBfifWP_r9c-irwsw5BanP0paMq2_hZgLNQUUJTx_s99Aet8JIXx-59c-NNonkG-lABEd8_-fZGR6Yks6ZuxMHT-SU190ZYryhiOFF5RA/s750/IMG_3977.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="750" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSD7tz4KWgeCIlIhSWMp2NETPUkd6m7GK-Y1mKcQaFiLW4c1ppy_VUV9LQkrhtE12uwwDXaGSr9wi7MBfifWP_r9c-irwsw5BanP0paMq2_hZgLNQUUJTx_s99Aet8JIXx-59c-NNonkG-lABEd8_-fZGR6Yks6ZuxMHT-SU190ZYryhiOFF5RA/s320/IMG_3977.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've seen this meme before, but it's totally true! See! This is what I envision in my head! These are the kids/tweens/teens we crushed on! And Justin and Abishai fling their hair like these boys did!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6xIWHDfOMIuaJQaHcQEKwDRTWZPUZRTOTikgfWVYOcjOP8WKomqFWRnHBu4OrR_kyIl0OaNrNXlwTZODoAwbyQVa_vEC44XYiGcUOx2txpcsa-kglfMC3BB79hG9dLzvHuZE38DeeOJPlmRFp9aSZQWBzoOqjlDQ3lDhoSRC93J3aTxoDjfoMg/s1792/IMG_3983.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6xIWHDfOMIuaJQaHcQEKwDRTWZPUZRTOTikgfWVYOcjOP8WKomqFWRnHBu4OrR_kyIl0OaNrNXlwTZODoAwbyQVa_vEC44XYiGcUOx2txpcsa-kglfMC3BB79hG9dLzvHuZE38DeeOJPlmRFp9aSZQWBzoOqjlDQ3lDhoSRC93J3aTxoDjfoMg/w296-h640/IMG_3983.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Michael W. Smith tried it out for a couple of years in the late '90's. It didn't quite suit him so he went back to his other side swept hairstyle i loved and he's had ever since. Except for when he went super short and had blonde "tips" on the ends of his hair. That was also sometime in the '90's and that was a very popular '90's hairstyle on young men. Mind you, by this point, Michael W. Smith was 35ish and on his way to age 40. So, time to upgrade to being more midlife and a dad like figure to these young people growing up and less a peer. That's his wife Debbie of course, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnmtoW4rhwJv1i_70xuCSykpGwQXJVniZroFbwKrXiKS9fWQAokjLZibvnFujnOswjGmAWUNwNPWvhMLF-nUg0bu2gFoTVEmt_i2VVbKE4Uhm6pgTRq4O0XHQrbvhLVNJC0t8m4qf2YpZm4zKUdrK7bauKI0xCu38H3XByjEtnccXIEXaES2YkA/s1279/IMG_3986.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1279" data-original-width="984" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnmtoW4rhwJv1i_70xuCSykpGwQXJVniZroFbwKrXiKS9fWQAokjLZibvnFujnOswjGmAWUNwNPWvhMLF-nUg0bu2gFoTVEmt_i2VVbKE4Uhm6pgTRq4O0XHQrbvhLVNJC0t8m4qf2YpZm4zKUdrK7bauKI0xCu38H3XByjEtnccXIEXaES2YkA/w308-h400/IMG_3986.JPG" width="308" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I sent this to Kellie because it totally describes her.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6qTTFIY0i7vNhAjNa8EY0SZamHuMbu2Ome2MtwtReqt1yDE3_es4BvgAOa0UdFvmTKAip4j5yLn31AxmB42QJbOPaIDNKYvlVxvq_eBDrnJK6KVjwnnHdE110aAB9Dc8PnUS7AL2oEVDe2ZAROFHhrh4HA43k-cfroBNi0xzQZtL_DLYAO1OnQ/s4032/IMG_3987.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm6qTTFIY0i7vNhAjNa8EY0SZamHuMbu2Ome2MtwtReqt1yDE3_es4BvgAOa0UdFvmTKAip4j5yLn31AxmB42QJbOPaIDNKYvlVxvq_eBDrnJK6KVjwnnHdE110aAB9Dc8PnUS7AL2oEVDe2ZAROFHhrh4HA43k-cfroBNi0xzQZtL_DLYAO1OnQ/w480-h640/IMG_3987.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of '90's, Abishai watched Madame Blueberry and a couple of other Veggietales on one of our DVD's today. He fast fowarded through Madame Blueberry because he said it was too boring or scary. He stuck with all of the Esther story though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmMQ3LMgHHl8jIa_ADgXduBOoeul2v3hI_A4asy-KsjKcZUlRfj5MSL_xJRq9D7UxPv9sdOs8_d_lnAanC88t5lzfTAN_vnvtr0J59zJm_LPc0Mn-xgfWXUBqprzJtMf2UU0A3P_-pVokSBVNavIsdS-vdWjvcFyRnn0PEMCDgbYT2Hji9XKwkg/s4032/IMG_3988.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmMQ3LMgHHl8jIa_ADgXduBOoeul2v3hI_A4asy-KsjKcZUlRfj5MSL_xJRq9D7UxPv9sdOs8_d_lnAanC88t5lzfTAN_vnvtr0J59zJm_LPc0Mn-xgfWXUBqprzJtMf2UU0A3P_-pVokSBVNavIsdS-vdWjvcFyRnn0PEMCDgbYT2Hji9XKwkg/w300-h400/IMG_3988.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We own an original Madame Blueberry VHS circa 1998. Yes, it came from a Christian bookstore, not eBay. I purchased it, yes, in 1998. Jared remembers it playing on a loop when he worked for the Christian book store. Benaiah and Justin used to watch it on this VHS version. I took it to college and watch it for comic relief, it was a thing to do back then. This is 25 years old!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmP8SNzhrNWsGVDHDE2sqHhfW-yfhDrx3UsqBRIElYoMCCjDfgfqd2qEoFMQ6bESVohY3TwuqIelHMC1gqeoV_NMl03ZkmyO0bM5LkWpoeoAwuilBDlNvNBjzmJ04uaQBlRQYBmJEI0oszl5eQHIkA1Zr31lPcE6A-5TzUL_EGZr29joyDXytMg/s4032/IMG_3989.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmP8SNzhrNWsGVDHDE2sqHhfW-yfhDrx3UsqBRIElYoMCCjDfgfqd2qEoFMQ6bESVohY3TwuqIelHMC1gqeoV_NMl03ZkmyO0bM5LkWpoeoAwuilBDlNvNBjzmJ04uaQBlRQYBmJEI0oszl5eQHIkA1Zr31lPcE6A-5TzUL_EGZr29joyDXytMg/w300-h400/IMG_3989.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And if that wasn't enough, this one is from 1993. And it, too, was purchased in the flesh at the brick and mortar Christian book sale when it was first relased. That's nearly 30 years ago! Time flies! Crazy town!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mlxR7Mjrpsv4PC_hCvsHhmuJC_A_1DKT170qCfsDnt49hJUV7YqUZRSAqgCwZj20nlvuBmHVJ_lCO5tfxpUah3NVff63-T7UxR1VafwkbQ4lFS2xpNFG9xcrETK1TmM5DlB2AKCE40OLcHFZRgQQFAvNPXy6s2IHUXb8Zyj9QvpUQarwevz4fg/s4032/IMG_3990.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mlxR7Mjrpsv4PC_hCvsHhmuJC_A_1DKT170qCfsDnt49hJUV7YqUZRSAqgCwZj20nlvuBmHVJ_lCO5tfxpUah3NVff63-T7UxR1VafwkbQ4lFS2xpNFG9xcrETK1TmM5DlB2AKCE40OLcHFZRgQQFAvNPXy6s2IHUXb8Zyj9QvpUQarwevz4fg/s320/IMG_3990.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai with his big boy haircut with a longer front fringe so he can grow out the fringe (or bangs) and he can fling it like his big brothers. He looks so much older now!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcGsZId74Ex3-M5W1DSdBzjYzKyIz-3I8TV_l_6tANvyJxA_hoEfvdsFn6vq1gmfRThhd_eC63R01tQ_Cx2Z0cJYyuSzPgF5LOgfn_r81junGHH35gtXRkgUBvCLyGL8qHEG89J__s1DzaDB3ngSJ1bNVCyhXOERf5sdNXqnAVZ-pNXlpuC3W4w/s3088/IMG_3992.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcGsZId74Ex3-M5W1DSdBzjYzKyIz-3I8TV_l_6tANvyJxA_hoEfvdsFn6vq1gmfRThhd_eC63R01tQ_Cx2Z0cJYyuSzPgF5LOgfn_r81junGHH35gtXRkgUBvCLyGL8qHEG89J__s1DzaDB3ngSJ1bNVCyhXOERf5sdNXqnAVZ-pNXlpuC3W4w/s320/IMG_3992.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smile, Keturah, it's your birthday! McDonald's for lunch, her choose. She opted out of Chick Fil A Culver's, Wendy's and went straight in her mind to go to McDonald's. She got a Big Mac and a large fry. She didn't eat the fries. We got this wolfed down pretty quickly. Then it was off to Dairy Queen to get the queen herself and Justin some blizzards to finish off the treats for the day. She wanted to dip the remainder of her fries in her sweet treat. Fun stuff! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>- Topsy Turvy day but it turned out to be great!</p><p>Friday - Pool Day in Shelbyville</p><p>- Justin, Abishai, and I skipped our regular park day morning and met up with our a few of our homeschooling friends at the Shelbyville pool instead. I begged and pleaded for Keturah to come with us and she refused. The old laptop refused to cooperate for her, so she went on my new laptop without permission, so I had to punish her and take the Lord of the Rings DVD's with me because of that and because of her attitude and because she refused to go swimming with us.She ended up watching other things on her phone while we were gone. I've struggled with her quite a bit this week and just gave up, again, on pushing her to go. I didn't want to fight with her or her attitude, at the pool, so I let her stay home. Some don't agree with it, but most days, I come to a roadblock with myself and those that argue with me and I can't stand up to people. Part of it is that I don't want to get to the point of having to physically move that person to where I want them to go. I also don't want to yell and scream and argue because it literally gives me a headache or makes my headache worse and I don't need that either. It's a way of self preservation to stop. And thus, the person does win when I get to that point. So, I try to find a different punishment instead. Take away the electronic device, or the DVD's, right then and there. Or find a punishment when I get home. With Benaiah, I fought him at this age and because of our other situations, I was on mental and emotional overload and I could not spend time the time and energy to work out the problems with our relationship in this way. This time, it's different. The rest of our life is very stable, so I can save some mental energy to work on my relationship with Keturah and help her grow, with help from her counselor. So, I am hopeful. But in the meantime, I do have to protect myself and my social time with my friends. If I bring her along, all I will hear about is how she's bored and doesn't want to be there. It's not worth it. And today, it really wouldn't have been worth it because Abishai and I had a best time! Well, except for the last 15 minutes. That's when the day totally broke down.</p><p>- We spent 4 hours at the pool. The day was perfect! It wasn't blazingly hot, but just hot enough to be in the water for the kids. The adults could sit in the lounge chairs under the big umbrellas, enjoying the nice breeze and chat. I was able to talk to Kellie for awhile and rest but also to the new homeschooler who just moved here from Wisconsin, Amanda, I think her name was. She's the one with the autistic 8 yr old named Bryson. It seems like she is very willing to get involved right away so she's going to do just fine. This is going to be her first year homeschooling, too, I believe. She spoke a lot to Brenda, too, so I fell like we both made sure she was taken care of. Abishai and Bryson didn't hit it off, but that's ok. It's hard to in a situation with lots of movement and lots of chaos. Maybe when we go to a regular park day. </p><p>- Abishai was in the pool for the most part by himself. A good portion of the the pool was 3ft 6 in to 4 ft and since he's grown a ton, he was able to touch the bottom and still have his chin and mouth above the water. They technically don't allow water wings, but several kids were still wearing them. What Abishai ended up doing for most of the 4 hours was jumping into the pool from the side near two different ladders, mostly in a pencil or cannon ball type style dive. I think he did ask the lifeguard(s) if that was ok. Either that, or, they didn't mind as long as he watched for other kids. I caught him running on the deck a couple of times, so I made sure to tell him no running in front of the life guards. This pool tends to be a little bit lax in the rules as long as everyone is having fun and parents are paying attention. The main things are being covered like no running, no climbing up slides, don't hang on the rope separating different areas, etc. For example, it didn't say yes or no if a parent could go down with a child that is under the height for the water slide, but they let us. And the water wing thing. And bringing in outside food. No one gets caught for that. I still obey that rule for the most part. I only bring in my snacks because I know I can't eat from a concession stand and can explain why to someone asking if I get caught. The prices at the concession stand were very reasonable anyway, $1-5 for most things. I can handle that. The entrance fee was $5 per person. </p><p>- But back to Abishai. I think he probably jumped into the pool 300 times or more. No joke. He would jump in, swim to the side, climb the ladder, get out, and do it again, and again, and again, and when I was filming him, the whole routine took way less than 30 seconds. He would check in with me every 15-20 minutes to see if I would take him down the slide or tell me he was hungry and if I said wait a minute, I'm talking, he wouldn't bother waiting, but go back out and jump for another 15 minutes. Occasionally he would go over the young kiddie area with little slide and sprinklers. But that's about it. For 4 hours. Back and forth. And he didn't get bored. When it was time to leave, he refused to get out. He even blamed me for his disobedience because I had brought him to somewhere that was fun! I'm no, buddy, that's NOT how this works! I did catch him and give him a 5 minute warning. But after about 15 minutes of staring him down and motioning him to come over to me, and him clearly seeing him and vanishing to the opposite end of the pool, I was livid. Both Justin and I had already changed out of our swimsuits. I was just about to have Justin changed back into his swimsuit but I had him yell one more time at Abishai that he was going to be grounded from screen time or rather he was already grounded from screen time now. That was the only thing that got Abishai to stop and come in. Those moments of disobedience totally soiled the whole afternoon of fun we had because I was exhausted, hungry, and had to be back at certain time. Oh, and I was embarrassed, especially after a friend had called me out about my parenting style. It wasn't pretty.</p><p>- One last bit about the fun Abishai and I had. I did get in the water and took him down the water slide 5 times. That was the highlight of the day! It was the perfect speed for me! I'm glad he didn't mind it was a tad slower than maybe it could have been. I also did spend some time in the water while he was jumping, watching him jump, and then chasing him from one ladder to the other. I also had worn a two piece bathing suit that restrict my middle section so much and I made sure to put on my long sleeve swim suit and put on sunscreen on my exposed body parts. I also made sure Abishai was also lotioned up before we left the house. Justin didn't lotion up until we got there, which wasn't smart because then it didn't have time to really sink in and start working. Justin came home with a slight sunburn. He did reapply his sunscreen a time or two, but he wasn't quite dry when he did it. So, I'm not sure it really stuck or helped. It was just him, Kya, and Caiden today, but they had a good time bobbing up and down in the pool and going down the slide a few times. They got out when they were hungry and we fed them in our various ways. And then back in they went for another couple of hours. Molly and her crew weren't there because they have Covid again! Otherwise they would have had a great time with them, too. </p><p>- So after Abishai's shennigans, we came straight home. I threw all the leftovers out on the countertop to see if we had enough, and we did. And then I went to lay down and figure out if Mom's Night Out was on or not. The ladies went back and forth on it for awhile and we officially canceled it but then someone jumped on and said, "Wait a minute! I didn't get to be part of the conversation! I want to go!" and because one of our friends who had moved away was in town and was still up for meeting, she, this lady, and another lady got together. And then, I took a little nap while Jared fed the kids. I was just done with the world, with the kids, with everything for the week. I hadn't eaten much so I was technically in a fasting period so my stomach wasn't quite hurting or hungry. And I didn't want to sit with the family given what had happened earlier and that I was supposed to be out with the moms. I needed my brain to clear. So, I just went to sleep. Meanwhile, Jared did make me some Chinese rice noodles, warmed up some salmon, and brought over some raw carrots. He sat with me while I ate and then just let me lean on him for a little bit. And that's all I wanted. I was out of thinking power and words so I couldn't write the blog. I went online and watched my Facebook videos, cleaned up my email inboxes, and watched my TV show. I don't remember really what happened in the TV show because I was half asleep. I didn't want to play my video games, my office chair was uncomfortable, my desk was unappealing, so I went to bed by 1:30am. I know, I could have gone to bed even earlier. Bad habits die hard. I think I need to really revamp my desk space because it's boring and I wouldn't say useless, I know what is here and why it is here, but I'm not getting to certain things, and it's just blech. I need a do over. I have time next week to tackle it. Maybe take everything off and start fresh. I don't know. I have some shelves behind me now that I could store some things in that don't really need to be on my desk. And there are things I need to act on or remove or throw away. So, I'll add that to my summer clean up list.</p><p>- Speaking of, I just thought of something for Justin's Legos. Keturah didn't need the plastic shelving anymore, but they are lightweight enough that they could possible go on top of the Lego table in Justin's room towards the wall. Keturah had them on top of a bookcase, so they are short enough to go on something. And they are wide and open, perfect for displaying Lego sets. That way we don't have to drill into the wall and Justin can get his sets up vertically, making room for in progress items. I can help him sort by theme. I also need to remove Benaiah's things from the other shelves, too. And tackle the backroom. Those are my priorities this next week. But I have to be home to do them. And I will be. I just chose to be busy this week and front load the summer with the bucket list for once. Yeah!<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9jyQ8a4Ais7-HssODL1fZI-j7Gtac2z041gKMK20YgI6C2FhnOiLVjoy-p7FqzEJxKe1HnPXpzqNl_uFkhRIYS8nKpPSzJMj1L4wNH1T6DtFDBryX7EovfoiVXf8AQYJX0AXNVEREGHMj9hm7TQquPtig3talmyAqNfD44W0q47lrOCLCUPtxQ/s1792/IMG_3997.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9jyQ8a4Ais7-HssODL1fZI-j7Gtac2z041gKMK20YgI6C2FhnOiLVjoy-p7FqzEJxKe1HnPXpzqNl_uFkhRIYS8nKpPSzJMj1L4wNH1T6DtFDBryX7EovfoiVXf8AQYJX0AXNVEREGHMj9hm7TQquPtig3talmyAqNfD44W0q47lrOCLCUPtxQ/w296-h640/IMG_3997.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahahaha!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu--bobBclTuujfiWsqy3KKK_UschTZ68MaIfOjqZnJYkCiW3NGPl4AaoE1gnktI-TAxgwUK2sP3RXznorLLqSutM_CbWSC55TmQ_K4UrKJRuA5Qi-fA3HavTw-8fjjuwhsS21dpgUb4S-Fn-iLXa3wXcDkG9mno6-e3jvmAp6ARPhL8X6_xbC5A/s1792/IMG_3998.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu--bobBclTuujfiWsqy3KKK_UschTZ68MaIfOjqZnJYkCiW3NGPl4AaoE1gnktI-TAxgwUK2sP3RXznorLLqSutM_CbWSC55TmQ_K4UrKJRuA5Qi-fA3HavTw-8fjjuwhsS21dpgUb4S-Fn-iLXa3wXcDkG9mno6-e3jvmAp6ARPhL8X6_xbC5A/w296-h640/IMG_3998.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous! Time to mow!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoPnC2dw4xsqwsyEszsD4o6V50IGRmNYHwx3DJQV_waJXscO71zijp9BHswPdqLURmy5ufBKvEmnwaO3ujqD537dsft5pxi3KkzMSwSh-qYY8w8WneJKSkPmaTbPctgcQ29K4GEnwhgXnz0PgXkYFKpTuBjciK2ovpwOruk7j6fh_YnGL3AmJfw/s4032/IMG_4001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoPnC2dw4xsqwsyEszsD4o6V50IGRmNYHwx3DJQV_waJXscO71zijp9BHswPdqLURmy5ufBKvEmnwaO3ujqD537dsft5pxi3KkzMSwSh-qYY8w8WneJKSkPmaTbPctgcQ29K4GEnwhgXnz0PgXkYFKpTuBjciK2ovpwOruk7j6fh_YnGL3AmJfw/s320/IMG_4001.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spy a lump. What is this lump made of?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB70LnZJvOk7uNSgJ39vcezHR5G4b18Bm8hefZ1MSfia__4tf-XEb_VZ03xwgnh7qjMBEjL-rpKBLDn8Gf6WyCegJJGpmPkAKXP3hPQGBLZywAvZSeZBfZeUJzBeHkpkAU_xDMqk-fV-YaZY7D8Ojyb3_1zNx5PPasrsVPTdRXNe3Opzlt7aaprQ/s4032/IMG_4002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB70LnZJvOk7uNSgJ39vcezHR5G4b18Bm8hefZ1MSfia__4tf-XEb_VZ03xwgnh7qjMBEjL-rpKBLDn8Gf6WyCegJJGpmPkAKXP3hPQGBLZywAvZSeZBfZeUJzBeHkpkAU_xDMqk-fV-YaZY7D8Ojyb3_1zNx5PPasrsVPTdRXNe3Opzlt7aaprQ/s320/IMG_4002.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's made of Abishai!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAbg4RJXOsxXnpRWwxiQ1AjPhgm_mv7W5Q2FCN28i5JsbsuvXZh2cSEgQ3oCZuC40-6sewX_Aph89z4Eelxnsfh24D0tVmYv0c-5iSlst-O2nsYbNCzBbezrIckZL23J6eUPwCczMbLJxno1uRklxsATMkV6OY-s6-37WoZ2aphSy4gKm9WvFaA/s830/IMG_4003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="830" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAbg4RJXOsxXnpRWwxiQ1AjPhgm_mv7W5Q2FCN28i5JsbsuvXZh2cSEgQ3oCZuC40-6sewX_Aph89z4Eelxnsfh24D0tVmYv0c-5iSlst-O2nsYbNCzBbezrIckZL23J6eUPwCczMbLJxno1uRklxsATMkV6OY-s6-37WoZ2aphSy4gKm9WvFaA/s320/IMG_4003.JPG" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got a bit of backlash when I posted this one, particularly from someone who lived in a rural area. And sure, maybe out in the boonies the schools in the Midwest the schools can hold on to more traditional values a tad longer, but they will continue to push the agenda further and further. And you have to think of a wider audience that somewhat like Kirk Cameron and I personally speak to. I live in a suburb and my audience, the area I represent, is the city. And, I have more than 1,000 friends on Facebook from all over the world. I have friends in a very post modern Europe, which have no connection to a church and where homeschooling is banned. I don't speak to rural America only. Kirk Cameron still lives in Beverly Hills or somewhere in California. We have to be watch out for the wolf in sheep's clothing. Ever vigilant. Cautious, not in a panic.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdUqFy5oeQlZURSgdLYtVLeJXjfbGhiBawRYldxfWninst43zdUBantlLPLq2yOjzisCt_ittSFiASyo_pkyIg_LWNRoTTLZk9-3g1XErW-3fp9xRlM4PaS1CLcHHH6gxsczOKGA8wsyqVlcY8Vt_mbdPs988alGGDVkD18Q4ElZYm8nBz9fjVw/s1792/IMG_4004.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzdUqFy5oeQlZURSgdLYtVLeJXjfbGhiBawRYldxfWninst43zdUBantlLPLq2yOjzisCt_ittSFiASyo_pkyIg_LWNRoTTLZk9-3g1XErW-3fp9xRlM4PaS1CLcHHH6gxsczOKGA8wsyqVlcY8Vt_mbdPs988alGGDVkD18Q4ElZYm8nBz9fjVw/w296-h640/IMG_4004.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FMQf-fmOXxwb_2sjRGujXdNv59dNO_YTJY38Q5m0qx6p4QHSNCCiQ-gqV0hVCg_Yb-ogfaM_zpFa7lB6yicZ9rFSk5AlX_TeEzc5x-4-wzryMUf-djRrtQjZo_wGrx5XJ0oqssdfDGLT0UXzf1uFSxYSJNqfgbX3__L2kRcfs9sUD3DVZGZ8hw/s1792/IMG_4005.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5FMQf-fmOXxwb_2sjRGujXdNv59dNO_YTJY38Q5m0qx6p4QHSNCCiQ-gqV0hVCg_Yb-ogfaM_zpFa7lB6yicZ9rFSk5AlX_TeEzc5x-4-wzryMUf-djRrtQjZo_wGrx5XJ0oqssdfDGLT0UXzf1uFSxYSJNqfgbX3__L2kRcfs9sUD3DVZGZ8hw/w296-h640/IMG_4005.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBVTWFx3AHnHzqPj2uymKMHviYokKyi1lvxv7GQBK1bP0G9dNk66KIqfmj38z5rc7Fh4z18eG72CVjidSQn79Zbt8wQVVpYKQ2V3HZJ55uHQYp44FqNhbww1xhzZwSg-9d6KoFdLqpDmK6Dlu2xGfpbW-H4EWKgCzWGCcHkWbRgDion5yyclVQw/s1792/IMG_4006.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBVTWFx3AHnHzqPj2uymKMHviYokKyi1lvxv7GQBK1bP0G9dNk66KIqfmj38z5rc7Fh4z18eG72CVjidSQn79Zbt8wQVVpYKQ2V3HZJ55uHQYp44FqNhbww1xhzZwSg-9d6KoFdLqpDmK6Dlu2xGfpbW-H4EWKgCzWGCcHkWbRgDion5yyclVQw/w296-h640/IMG_4006.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to convince Keturah to go to the town pool is a daunting task. In the end, we left her home. She used to love to swim. I don't know what's gotten into her.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjudMMBuH1hcXwyrrf3K1LT0xrVG0x3vs36Ftb_7dex83agca7EM3JMh06i4diGpRi4qZGSJUdpI0v2YN-q757GEWMLI_A5PybL7KSVBEagUobP7o8EiYZujTnqPe7Pc9GVgA9_iMuN595XKuQzDjvSaFJVt1rppw1hn1dNuAA7jga8y07Bdy6PA/s4032/IMG_4007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjudMMBuH1hcXwyrrf3K1LT0xrVG0x3vs36Ftb_7dex83agca7EM3JMh06i4diGpRi4qZGSJUdpI0v2YN-q757GEWMLI_A5PybL7KSVBEagUobP7o8EiYZujTnqPe7Pc9GVgA9_iMuN595XKuQzDjvSaFJVt1rppw1hn1dNuAA7jga8y07Bdy6PA/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My flower beds are on point this year! We've gotten just the right amount of rain this year and the soil must have the right mixture of ingredients. They are incredibly vibrant!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f_RCIh01SV5eoMwAOq8WWFey-30dmq-paJm6M0ISlMi62IiRs4sMO0q-4k1klZfP5a31il1biqkRqKxwHlh1QlKIYWa2Ee8zaxkYyuUXacw61We3hB8SYt-eo9YfLXV6L-oATBqAp6E9Z2cm5PO8yoMj_fm7qZriU-qaSTqSqPePUA3q0CUAVg/s4032/IMG_4008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2f_RCIh01SV5eoMwAOq8WWFey-30dmq-paJm6M0ISlMi62IiRs4sMO0q-4k1klZfP5a31il1biqkRqKxwHlh1QlKIYWa2Ee8zaxkYyuUXacw61We3hB8SYt-eo9YfLXV6L-oATBqAp6E9Z2cm5PO8yoMj_fm7qZriU-qaSTqSqPePUA3q0CUAVg/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlf0XbD2uSqDT4KWz1J_mRhpaBgxqKl6V1yp4t53AAd0zoHW9NHg_ZeOm2JRXJTeOFhaHjknkKUmCto0nu9EHBROggUkbE8c_2UodTiUBdQGe6qsSNxstTvcCuEXWi17PUFODY0YXFFmsNKsopYT-0rdJN2NBg-rWT01RIaGU-41W5UMEevWunQ/s4032/IMG_4009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlf0XbD2uSqDT4KWz1J_mRhpaBgxqKl6V1yp4t53AAd0zoHW9NHg_ZeOm2JRXJTeOFhaHjknkKUmCto0nu9EHBROggUkbE8c_2UodTiUBdQGe6qsSNxstTvcCuEXWi17PUFODY0YXFFmsNKsopYT-0rdJN2NBg-rWT01RIaGU-41W5UMEevWunQ/s320/IMG_4009.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYEDum7iVCbRM6LOEDvgDuN5ltU7JMmTlIHG-VMDw3nictSBZ3nN8oJSBnWAjpz5EsPFjZRhJr73H4K7E1toUiRtwyQnvoWwSYiJxP0OkRZ1bwhtd7NshiALzm-ahmdbzJQE1Bwx56VA-I_QrCetNXRGwDDo3t8pYZUBXcj8HsvWpqNQ_sh3aDw/s4032/IMG_4010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYEDum7iVCbRM6LOEDvgDuN5ltU7JMmTlIHG-VMDw3nictSBZ3nN8oJSBnWAjpz5EsPFjZRhJr73H4K7E1toUiRtwyQnvoWwSYiJxP0OkRZ1bwhtd7NshiALzm-ahmdbzJQE1Bwx56VA-I_QrCetNXRGwDDo3t8pYZUBXcj8HsvWpqNQ_sh3aDw/s320/IMG_4010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7wMeYGtXp3akqKBm6gEQ7J9A_fIvXo9TSXjq7eGE0cP8o3uLwdmJp-iiPfa09Bc5hI8mgpgk7lUN6B1LQJqf_Y8YKpHvDiSkjk7UE8fKFpI4_XA1WnM15o_VwKRUBYn0G6QTiq215Zj5l2a0_VcRq-OoBWMZIY5hqEi253x_78R0tao_-ZjbPw/s4032/IMG_4011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7wMeYGtXp3akqKBm6gEQ7J9A_fIvXo9TSXjq7eGE0cP8o3uLwdmJp-iiPfa09Bc5hI8mgpgk7lUN6B1LQJqf_Y8YKpHvDiSkjk7UE8fKFpI4_XA1WnM15o_VwKRUBYn0G6QTiq215Zj5l2a0_VcRq-OoBWMZIY5hqEi253x_78R0tao_-ZjbPw/s320/IMG_4011.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pool time! This kid went the whole time without his water wings! It took him about 15-30 seconds to jump into the pool, get over to the ladder or side, climb back out and jump in again. I think he did it literally 300-400 times. I'm not joking. He moved back and forth in the are I could see him that was 3 ft 6 inches, and then the rest of the pool was about 4 ft. He could technically touch, but I'm glad he stayed mostly in the 3 ft 6 inch part. He had to jump in feet first. The lifeguards were right there and they never had to blow the whistle on him so he must have talked to them and made sure it was ok and everything.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYyGKmYtLEnBlV5xzllM7JcudQfiLsJV3baE02YGUEKolkNzNIW7G6LN6vxfOkvwESDQoNNCRJlmBT1kfdO60mYNYh9JT6FoNVaHSYk7Qy7_oh6nM167olTm6m0KKxvPO50xjOX02uRmpxI53Y-1PGMZWnKwNZX5d9yQ3ngVvxqP__EMdPnwKYA/s4032/IMG_4012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKYyGKmYtLEnBlV5xzllM7JcudQfiLsJV3baE02YGUEKolkNzNIW7G6LN6vxfOkvwESDQoNNCRJlmBT1kfdO60mYNYh9JT6FoNVaHSYk7Qy7_oh6nM167olTm6m0KKxvPO50xjOX02uRmpxI53Y-1PGMZWnKwNZX5d9yQ3ngVvxqP__EMdPnwKYA/s320/IMG_4012.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfmiUxnZJPIgCImWmQ5ClVRYJKfQlAlUvXddp7xHD0eMoEZlwlEeqvEXMmwR4VX7NlK02rWw2otEvIDuOC-x8EGcvFfylvfgxo6EPAiiujpICIaMELJ-NhusHz7QXrWpKduoHBftr9wyswSczXQ2Ok3wsZU0KZ4-FWU55QcXEae8jo167mvhWpg/s4032/IMG_4013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfmiUxnZJPIgCImWmQ5ClVRYJKfQlAlUvXddp7xHD0eMoEZlwlEeqvEXMmwR4VX7NlK02rWw2otEvIDuOC-x8EGcvFfylvfgxo6EPAiiujpICIaMELJ-NhusHz7QXrWpKduoHBftr9wyswSczXQ2Ok3wsZU0KZ4-FWU55QcXEae8jo167mvhWpg/s320/IMG_4013.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElNgDK7q8dZyUuTSJBeTFWlPkq2d4Lt2SytyOeqlwUyY78Q-PlK5O4-q1NG2cPcmA2EbRYLa_Tj_D1TjPP36-9BPRCAPlrAUsH2WQ9R6d6pi0E3fgvjPieVFFGq-dhaNODSrA1N8O7rb7TdVDlKt8tMT0eERYbLalfyCs97Vt0YQZvGBtO6PpeQ/s3520/IMG_4014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElNgDK7q8dZyUuTSJBeTFWlPkq2d4Lt2SytyOeqlwUyY78Q-PlK5O4-q1NG2cPcmA2EbRYLa_Tj_D1TjPP36-9BPRCAPlrAUsH2WQ9R6d6pi0E3fgvjPieVFFGq-dhaNODSrA1N8O7rb7TdVDlKt8tMT0eERYbLalfyCs97Vt0YQZvGBtO6PpeQ/s320/IMG_4014.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwLwsOCPU1XJ1Be-PvEj1Iez_2TEOkBxxfagiYE37hL9zSUMoydZJlhwzZTaSg01yqrbh96XGqPW-LZKdauMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaC3riVMDH2Nn2jSrqZftm60xXICn8RECF5yXPypXzqGbmtN9PtdFtfRMSkUBFfJfKt0ntvTsF3R3z12F5iCCa4qGUrBxtn7a6suEcWGOQNQJzyl0zZC5YhKCMtksYuFTWHCft-uQ-1xKCqxl2eMUjuNv9P_Hj9SRvCR5t-yiimqy-fwHVzLwXFQ/s4032/IMG_4016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaC3riVMDH2Nn2jSrqZftm60xXICn8RECF5yXPypXzqGbmtN9PtdFtfRMSkUBFfJfKt0ntvTsF3R3z12F5iCCa4qGUrBxtn7a6suEcWGOQNQJzyl0zZC5YhKCMtksYuFTWHCft-uQ-1xKCqxl2eMUjuNv9P_Hj9SRvCR5t-yiimqy-fwHVzLwXFQ/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wasn't tall enough to go down the water slide by himself so I had to go with him. The water was warm at the top, which was helpful because you were kind of cold exposed to all the wind up there. We did it 5 times. I know he wanted to do more but the hardest part for me was climbing the stairs. It was the perfect speed for us. Next year he'll be tall enough to go by himself. He was only like 1 1/2 in too short. He did play in the kiddie playground area bit, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDcXvSHvRj7UlD-DR5CrMKb5vEYkR0PE3-2lfKpB1PFr4H7IWYcHqbF716ma2riumZbQmMDnA3eREnH8i4oREnHUKGNUWUC5H2e524UdlqdPZ-fOSbR-Bx5vLbg-dMe1tEOSWcC3jf6Z6EE2GajQ6a9A8K8WCvC1YKeVJaKO_qycmm9PocjrUYQ/s4032/IMG_4018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDcXvSHvRj7UlD-DR5CrMKb5vEYkR0PE3-2lfKpB1PFr4H7IWYcHqbF716ma2riumZbQmMDnA3eREnH8i4oREnHUKGNUWUC5H2e524UdlqdPZ-fOSbR-Bx5vLbg-dMe1tEOSWcC3jf6Z6EE2GajQ6a9A8K8WCvC1YKeVJaKO_qycmm9PocjrUYQ/s320/IMG_4018.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cheap lunch by the pool side. Two slushies and a slice a pizza for a total of $5. That's my kind of price! Oh, and it cost $5 a person to get in. So all told we spent $20 for today's fun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr1SKVOtwVHOkbQHCTnEJMUw5NHdchqVPFCg9dqU7PRa0NcRMVQC9wRYppOPEQUVCtZK-BXI9ZKTdOJG88sFGziz1vVjFSlnRlnwJLRm-nWnjXWZgLAMc2Vj8asCmSU_W8qK-F4s5rwH3gX7eOLqP4gUWDaSnmwhwymsQdrLtikMpWnXBFFb14A/s3088/IMG_4019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKr1SKVOtwVHOkbQHCTnEJMUw5NHdchqVPFCg9dqU7PRa0NcRMVQC9wRYppOPEQUVCtZK-BXI9ZKTdOJG88sFGziz1vVjFSlnRlnwJLRm-nWnjXWZgLAMc2Vj8asCmSU_W8qK-F4s5rwH3gX7eOLqP4gUWDaSnmwhwymsQdrLtikMpWnXBFFb14A/s320/IMG_4019.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, that hits the spots! No worries about the sugar calories since you're playing so hard in the pool. We were good people and obeyed the signs that said no outside food or drink. Our friends were not. We did bring our own water bottles for sanitary reasons and because they hold more and we can close them, etc.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA88i27K7DSvooQzm6QxdDHTEdkRraezRerkYJxX6zwEypxyFctcExgBBEC6U_YRMDu7aOYqShFtAOGLt-KZqzk0eYLKkoZoYnu0ZlGI9skc6o43dal7Z6yCPSBaKL2hFNLCqejkdAvi5kUqqOLwj9sIkFNrZmHPM9EuBxJWkMhMxQv55Futnyuw/s4032/IMG_4020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA88i27K7DSvooQzm6QxdDHTEdkRraezRerkYJxX6zwEypxyFctcExgBBEC6U_YRMDu7aOYqShFtAOGLt-KZqzk0eYLKkoZoYnu0ZlGI9skc6o43dal7Z6yCPSBaKL2hFNLCqejkdAvi5kUqqOLwj9sIkFNrZmHPM9EuBxJWkMhMxQv55Futnyuw/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little bugger man kept running away from me when it was time to start winding down the fun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrydHQFk38rbx5X2eLvrXAOEhddZ0UGypNYo1ZszO70qWRb95_fjHosqVeMqhFJXV9mezn3rW2QgHodeaWldLT7K_c1yWm_6AE0x6g-vEG9zmVnz74NLHlcGVg6Qunh6nt6rQyJVGRGJNuUyHdXqdLchyAfE4B0dBlm4rmwvU2q8ePPfJa9Jvzw/s4032/IMG_4021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrydHQFk38rbx5X2eLvrXAOEhddZ0UGypNYo1ZszO70qWRb95_fjHosqVeMqhFJXV9mezn3rW2QgHodeaWldLT7K_c1yWm_6AE0x6g-vEG9zmVnz74NLHlcGVg6Qunh6nt6rQyJVGRGJNuUyHdXqdLchyAfE4B0dBlm4rmwvU2q8ePPfJa9Jvzw/s320/IMG_4021.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything was honky dory until wee man literally saw me and swam to the other side of the pool. Justin and I had already changed our clothes so we couldn't go after him. I sent Justin to the other side on the pool deck and I stood on this side. When that didn't work, Justin got in the water close enough to yell at Abishai, "You're grounded from screen time!" That finally did the trick. But it was the worst 15 minutes of embarrassing parenting of my life! It was mortifying for Justin, too. We had had such a great day and for Abishai to disobey in such a profound way was awful. And THEN Abishai said, "Well, if you hadn't brought me here, I wouldn't have had so much fun and wouldn't have wanted to stay." Well, now, boy, don't you talk to me like that. Abishai's wit and smarts are just too much. I was too angry to laugh this time though. And no, he didn't get screen time. I definitely followed through on that punishment.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-PQctHSWuK21dyjh41gzmfKiZc6dBy4DKlXQLsgAhe-lvMpHLxOtdczzFE7TzVWkgoZd4VNKPyzduYj34h0iIR7rv_spX6sHj5m8oLO7YbTuqXQLmMTH6ZV8YJ7rzyCASBnm1LB7D92-UsyHM_tu4PzQ8I_3RcmraPLCbC2TR8wXT63ngRNnXw/s4032/IMG_4022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-PQctHSWuK21dyjh41gzmfKiZc6dBy4DKlXQLsgAhe-lvMpHLxOtdczzFE7TzVWkgoZd4VNKPyzduYj34h0iIR7rv_spX6sHj5m8oLO7YbTuqXQLmMTH6ZV8YJ7rzyCASBnm1LB7D92-UsyHM_tu4PzQ8I_3RcmraPLCbC2TR8wXT63ngRNnXw/s320/IMG_4022.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At home, Keturah got her birthday card from the cousins. Everly made it from pressed flowers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8BpQrAfYoO8xd3dMc6_I7WNyx8VVsnu5ZBHsCo4LGyUW6N2Xm7muR8TMrVcs8oJ38zKQB-BKHeYm0yCac6Wt5PtxpJFzrm_kcR5ac0j8OFZbe9MH94cmjCkAnOQf6-B42JX2CZlwUxX-U4NITbwnsWPbCWg3o4j9ufEnZJ-N6LRH2T6k_rMg9w/s4032/IMG_4023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8BpQrAfYoO8xd3dMc6_I7WNyx8VVsnu5ZBHsCo4LGyUW6N2Xm7muR8TMrVcs8oJ38zKQB-BKHeYm0yCac6Wt5PtxpJFzrm_kcR5ac0j8OFZbe9MH94cmjCkAnOQf6-B42JX2CZlwUxX-U4NITbwnsWPbCWg3o4j9ufEnZJ-N6LRH2T6k_rMg9w/s320/IMG_4023.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Keturah's birthday gift from us came! Name brand Converse high tops! There's NO pink in them, they are just a light colored camouflage pattern.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhillxcW4BBCUtpz5J6e7SavJokGZOuUqEITI-a1EnzZJwfPhtwnivS_hbAMwFioz8SMJwkTwcmGnMFFOqmZ9SQxdc4jFO4fCcr-3GqBh16rggzQVVyEy5_qju1raGBrG_WUjgeSAakc6kKK4dWlzYAlDptP4AH5_0pM9M9CJqJOxzVAcD0jBPZHA/s600/IMG_4025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhillxcW4BBCUtpz5J6e7SavJokGZOuUqEITI-a1EnzZJwfPhtwnivS_hbAMwFioz8SMJwkTwcmGnMFFOqmZ9SQxdc4jFO4fCcr-3GqBh16rggzQVVyEy5_qju1raGBrG_WUjgeSAakc6kKK4dWlzYAlDptP4AH5_0pM9M9CJqJOxzVAcD0jBPZHA/s320/IMG_4025.JPG" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a wonderful quote! I need to take this one to heart!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUk_qUxNaP7WSOx6EXKSRHovQTqs-mOHtK3q8SW8mVj2AkR7RPLb5jNfOcIuFpl0dmrrbAti3Dkkb9tSflae2tSE5vnj7oF3R4YujgEEubEHLjsshHnWPGMbQ3q4Ywx7pHIU_40_YVQAp9eMCkB6wRpLk2itUJPGjIkZa5xntukSyEAHjv9jW_g/s1654/IMG_4026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1654" data-original-width="1437" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUk_qUxNaP7WSOx6EXKSRHovQTqs-mOHtK3q8SW8mVj2AkR7RPLb5jNfOcIuFpl0dmrrbAti3Dkkb9tSflae2tSE5vnj7oF3R4YujgEEubEHLjsshHnWPGMbQ3q4Ywx7pHIU_40_YVQAp9eMCkB6wRpLk2itUJPGjIkZa5xntukSyEAHjv9jW_g/s320/IMG_4026.JPG" width="278" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I always seem to forget that while my kids are in this season of getting older and graduating, so are all the other kids we've known from other places are getting older and/or graduating. This is Nicolas (yes, without the H) Dickieson from PEI. He was just, well, a little guy when we met him 10 years ago on PEI. And now, he's, well, big! And done with high school! And, yeah! One of my absolute favorite families on the Island. They know our story fairly well. Kerry teaches at Nicolas' school as wonderful kindergarten teacher and Brenton is the one who is the C.S. Lewis guru complete with his Ph.D. in Lewis studies (or whatever facet of Lewis he did his thesis on). And Brenton is the homegrown Island guy with loads of unique stories to tell about growing up, but such a deep thinker that it is hard to talk to him sometimes and following his tweets is just, um, wow. Nicolas is a musician and I'm sure impressive in his education as well. I'm not sure where he's off to. But he was always great to talk to and hang out with our boys. I miss this family so much! So humble, yet super smart! Lovers of Jesus most of all!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd5QRnBKBmWDPYN0vtg0SgHyYd0DsX9OF4HjWnDEn10Z-G_Ck165cmdqUrsfZksQQUvuYo63F3XryIrmIOENGPLejkhlVebTKVwRYKSeAXj0Ei1w7AexBKZf7mav4vxmEHvnPEgsPIFr7iE6Uc7DeAPAHwr8yjGfSexecEPfAd_Q1sCIq1zPBoA/s2016/IMG_4027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXd5QRnBKBmWDPYN0vtg0SgHyYd0DsX9OF4HjWnDEn10Z-G_Ck165cmdqUrsfZksQQUvuYo63F3XryIrmIOENGPLejkhlVebTKVwRYKSeAXj0Ei1w7AexBKZf7mav4vxmEHvnPEgsPIFr7iE6Uc7DeAPAHwr8yjGfSexecEPfAd_Q1sCIq1zPBoA/s320/IMG_4027.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's the cool cloud formation the weather man talked about! Jared captured it himself!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - Indy Air Show</p><p>- After a good 12 year hiatus for us, we finally made it back to the Indy Air Show, or whatever they call it now. I think it was called the CAF Wings over Indy. <a href="http://www.wingsoverindy.com/" target="_blank">http://www.wingsoverindy.com/</a> It's now free, but they ask heavily for donations for down syndrome. I will look it up later to donate to the cause. It was too chaotic today to do that bit plus we didn't have cash on us for this thing or that. You see, it was the most gorgeous weather for an air show I have ever seen! 72 degrees, bright blue skies, wind blowing in the right direction at the right speed keeping everybody at the right temperature. It was extermely crowded. Jared hadn't filled the gas tank before we left and the gas light came on halfway there. Then we hit stopped traffic right before the Indianapolis Executive Airport. It took us over an hour to get there when normally it would have taken 40 minutes. Not nice. It was actually in Zionsville, northwest of Carmel, about 11 on the clock face. Some consider Carmel and Zionsville still a suburb of Indianapolis. But if you do that, you need to consider Greenwood and Franklin, suburbs, and New Pal and Mt. Comfort and maybe even Greenfield and Whtieland. Anyway, it was far up there, but it was a pleasant drive. And we made it without running out of gas. We ended up with a great parking spot, too.</p><p>- I had told the kids what the weekends in June looked like and I had assumed that they would take it to mean that they were indeed involved in those events, too. Well, because I didn't make it 100% clear that this child or that child would be going, it came as a surprise to Justin specifically that he was on deck to come with us today. I guess I had assumed that since we had gone to the air shows in the past as a family, that they older kids would understand that they were going with us today. Plus, I had mentioned that it was part or all of Dad's Father's Day gift (although it didn't cost us any money directly). So, I wasn't clear enough and Justin wasn't putting two and two together no matter of my inconsistency. Bad plan. He was told 15 minutes before we left that he was going. Keturah didn't throw a fuss about going because she threw her fit yesterday. And Abishai will do whatever Daddy is doing. Also, Justin had gotten a text from Grandpa that morning about doing yardwork. And thankfully, Justin said no. Grandpa, you can't schedule yard wrok at the last minute. Yes, we've been home most Saturdays for most of our lives together, but you, too, need to realize that we are in a season of busyness. You have to plan days in advance. And if you're only doing it to help out the grandkids, well, it's obviously not helping them if you only need them when they are busy.<br /></p><p> - Since the airshow was free, there was no one at the entrances to the event, so we walked right in a small gate. You could have brought in your own food and no one would have checked it. We of course had looked online and followed the rules and only put a small cooler of food in the car for the ride home. We brought camping chairs to sit on but really, we didn't need them, except for the 15 minute actual airshow bits at the top of every hour. There was a lot of walking around and standing in line. Abishai liked to set out his chair to sit on while standing in line. My feet did hurt after standing for most of 4 hours, which is pretty typical even when wearing my "field trip" sneakers. We were on concrete the whole time, too. Like I said, it was crowded, but we found ways to just wait until certain lines were shorter, like in the bounce house place. I'd take Abishai to a different bounce house and then go back to the one he wanted to use in the first place and there wouldn't be a line where once there was a huge line. But poor Justin, Keturah, and Jared got stuck in the longest line for the food truck there ever was. Actually, I have heard worse. It took a good 30-45 minutes to get up there to order food and then another 1hr or more to receive the food. I just don't understand how it can take that long to make a chicken patty, fries, onion rings, and chicken tenders. Dunk them in the basket, and into the frying oil for 4 minutes and then out they come. How can they get so behind every time at every event? Surely they've learned their lesson and asked a restaurant like Chick Fil A how to improve their efforts? Or hired more people? Something. And the kids said the food was bland. AND it cost $35!!!! It was super frustrating because it was when the best bits of the airshow was going on and the kids were missing the part I wanted them to see. I had already eaten my snack and couldn't wait any longer to see the show. So I left one kid holding down the table in the eating area and I went out by myself to the viewing area near the runway. Probably 15 minutes later, everyone else joined me and we watched the 3pm show together. It just was a tough ending to the day. </p><p>- But before that, we did get to go around and view the planes. Because this airport actually holds a lot more of the private jets, especially the bigger ones like the Colts fly on, we got to see those, and some other stunt planes and more modern planes than we did the old planes. That part was pretty disappointing for Jared and I. We missed being able to climb into the big old warbirds and seeing the fighters. There was just a couple of those. They did have an honorary flight with a few of them for the veterans and showed a couple of maneuvers like this cool flyover with about 9 or so of them in a flying V with the vapors on. There were small planes from 3 different colleges, Vincennes, Indiana State University, and one other, because I think they have programs for pilots or something. I even sat in the ISU one to see if I could handle being in the air in one, and I mean, you do sit pretty far down into the bucket seat, but still, there's not much between you and open sky. I'm just not sure. I definitely couldn't do the Huey helicopter rides they were doing all day where all you have is a seatbelt and the side doors are wide open. Nope. Nada. Can't get me up there! Maybe Abishai can do that when he's bigger and I'm NOT there watching. Take selfies and photos, but I can't watch. I don't want to be there if you sky dive either. Please no. I just can't. I would need to distract myself by doing something else in a different place entirely.</p><p>- I was disappointed that the kids really didn't show any interest in the planes. I guess I was trying to recreate something that wasn't really there to begin with. Going to the air show was something we did several times when they were young and Jared and I were really the ones into it and appreciated it. We think that maybe when Benaiah and Justin were 5 years old that they were really into it, but other than that, they didn't care. Jared said thank you for thinking of him and for insisting that we went. He had a good time and he went because I wanted to take him and wanted to take the kids. For him, it wasn't about seeing a specific plane because his favorites weren't there. He was very attentive to my needs and the kids' needs. That was very helpful in containing the chaos I feel when we are out and the kids are well, complaining the whole time. Justin didn't know we were going, so he was Mr. Grumpy face the whole time. It made me feel very frustrated and I did just turn away from him and cut him off every time he opened his mouth. I wasn't going to listen to his sob story because today wasn't about him. Not the best tactic. But the attitudes wear me out more than the walking at an event. And teens are just as bad for wearing me out as a tired and worn out toddler. They whine about food, feet hurting, wanting to go home, being tired, are we done yet, as as much as a 3 year old does. And they do it in front of adults, too. At least mine do. Which, I guess it's good to not feel like you have to bottle up your feelings in front of strangers, but at the same time, it's super embarrassing as a parent with social anxiety. </p><p>- We started out strong, and then we hit a wall. And I was done. Time to make a quick exit, stage left. Especially when Abishai thought we hadn't gone into each bounce house. Well, that might actually be true. There might have been one extra one in the corner, but it was the very basic one that is at every event the church does. We went to all the other cool ones that he's never seen before. They had the bounce houses set up in one of the hangars, along with face painting and balloon animals. That was the other thing. They had that stuff, plus some fire trucks, and of course the food trucks, and various plane related organizations all set up on the grounds, which is fine. I'm glad it's a family friendly event. But I felt that it then made the event more geared towards the younger crowd and not geared the actual plane enthusiasts. It was a fundraiser for down syndrome, so if that was the aim of their event to entice young people to start looking into being pilots, they are hitting their target audience. If they had wanted to replace the previous Indy Airshow and keep those participants who are interested in the specs of the planes and the history and commemorating the fallen, etc., they missed their target.</p><p>- So, for us, it wasn't quite the same. Similar, but not quite. I don't know if we'll go again or look for something else that is closer to what we liked before. It was more of a reminder to me that life just isn't the same as it was. Benaiah is missing for one. We only had 2 summers to be a family of 6, and we really blew it. The first summer, Abishai was tiny and the 2nd summer, we were moving back here and couldn't be a family of 6, really. And the next summer, Benaiah was working 40 hrs a week. I grieve that we didn't have that time together. I griever all the time over it. I try to create these trips and moments and then they don't go as planned for some reason or another. And now Justin is aging out and really should be working full time this summer like Benaiah did. We are using borrowed time with him. I'm basically going with, "Well, you are not working, so I'm going to use all your free time to make memories instead." But then he resents me for pushing him to do things he doesn't want to do, and yet I take him everywhere he wants to go. So, I typically leave a trip with some memories made, but some grief as well. At least Jared was there to help hold everything together this time. And to do the driving.</p><p>- And yes, we were able to get to a gas station in time to fill up and get home safely. Jared made a quick detour off a nearby exit to one of the Aldis to pick pizza for dinner. And a few other things. I didn't even have to unbuckle my seatbelt. And he came out with the perfect amount of meat and fresh and frozen vegetables and carbs that will get us through a good 5-7 days. You have no idea how much of a blessing that is when I'm so exhausted and my brain is so numb. It's so awesome that we've gotten to do a lot of the domestic stuff together and I can just trust that he can go in blind and pick up our usual things. It also helps that Aldi carries one main brand and we get the same things week to week. And Jared knows what is kosher because he pays attention. Now THAT is a good man! And THAT is why I took him to the air show. Because he deserves to have fun with his kids, even if they act like jerks half the time.</p><p>The photos uploaded backwards, but it doesn't really matter in the long run.</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3UjccnHww8g&list=PLpKT2kP0z_mwSxmJRbHfjG_EDtTKqI_-y" target="_blank">Indy Air Show YouTube Playlist</a><br /></p><p> <br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcWUgKJM4D1P-4MHttG4bhr-8wsSCAM3Z-OLW4dnmJfAhW8z26s0aula6orrPJxY7Ftu-0x-_mPEST3sPmQNP27C0Mc0lo5XZZPyJetZgOLceETNMTZ_udDnATUAXudygTMtCGaToyTmYNX2Ny3liBF4mcB4CrZuF-xlrDen4ptOzye4UcMMz7A/s4032/IMG_4189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZcWUgKJM4D1P-4MHttG4bhr-8wsSCAM3Z-OLW4dnmJfAhW8z26s0aula6orrPJxY7Ftu-0x-_mPEST3sPmQNP27C0Mc0lo5XZZPyJetZgOLceETNMTZ_udDnATUAXudygTMtCGaToyTmYNX2Ny3liBF4mcB4CrZuF-xlrDen4ptOzye4UcMMz7A/w400-h300/IMG_4189.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the stunt planes. We watched this one do all it's tricks. It was flown by an older gentlemen who actually thought he was all that and a bag of chips. I'm pretty sure we've seen him at other air shows. His tricks were pretty familiar. But as you'll see, they really were impressive. Jared explained some of them when we got home. He didn't fly as many G's as the F-18's in the Maverick movie but just doing those upside tricks would make anyone hurl. I would get just get so confused as to where I am in the sky. I do pretty well on land, but I would lose my sense of direction in the air and probably on the water if I didn't have land nearby.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLnbqzQiIBBqbKw_V4bsbNIeAmlWE5sa2Tq1M79jJIVZVvSkBnZ7dvqusgbnP8Td4RHf69OY4IjM9M6rDFpaGMf61RZnNde_EwQpY2IB0Ue4kxgo14dsINQuDZIt5Jy7P_9hCY17DQXT-AWZudugTds_Fan9SGdcejPYabPCx6uqyeK8byvRLXg/s4032/IMG_4188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSLnbqzQiIBBqbKw_V4bsbNIeAmlWE5sa2Tq1M79jJIVZVvSkBnZ7dvqusgbnP8Td4RHf69OY4IjM9M6rDFpaGMf61RZnNde_EwQpY2IB0Ue4kxgo14dsINQuDZIt5Jy7P_9hCY17DQXT-AWZudugTds_Fan9SGdcejPYabPCx6uqyeK8byvRLXg/w640-h480/IMG_4188.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxX3VXPYxwjm835zt8KpsaZ4VpuLocMLPPWHIgcJIAs5_Jyh6oVq9zdaRHH1urtm91W-gae4OOhIfCKfwBhDRopuertAlVlgkgzPdhOLb-WCQrMbtzj0bzqi2TJ9sUdwautrUMxarswxKFAWqlfUapZwy_qzE3WD2r-ExgGMBVtSDLsKiroLg_gw/s4032/IMG_4187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxX3VXPYxwjm835zt8KpsaZ4VpuLocMLPPWHIgcJIAs5_Jyh6oVq9zdaRHH1urtm91W-gae4OOhIfCKfwBhDRopuertAlVlgkgzPdhOLb-WCQrMbtzj0bzqi2TJ9sUdwautrUMxarswxKFAWqlfUapZwy_qzE3WD2r-ExgGMBVtSDLsKiroLg_gw/w640-h480/IMG_4187.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the other stunt plane I watched earlier while the kids and Jared were eating. It's pretty rad for sure.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOkM3Km3EXChqkBNyhVXGghkxdxoSfdGUYqo5iRGPVRFtDIyDK6T1XglLfsWvUQ51SEmp2w-MEfUN_94PEQYWyWFZsry7ttqmzfrEs62p6z3aVPmVbOkK0ALYEHPooZS7zyTYV2a5CtyKXdmbLJpzqYfUsjMhnyAh4OMvpbN1iIaVDFT16r2nZA/s4032/IMG_4186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOkM3Km3EXChqkBNyhVXGghkxdxoSfdGUYqo5iRGPVRFtDIyDK6T1XglLfsWvUQ51SEmp2w-MEfUN_94PEQYWyWFZsry7ttqmzfrEs62p6z3aVPmVbOkK0ALYEHPooZS7zyTYV2a5CtyKXdmbLJpzqYfUsjMhnyAh4OMvpbN1iIaVDFT16r2nZA/s320/IMG_4186.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai took this photo. Oh my word. Suck it in, Melinda! Do I really look fat to the 7 year old? Yikes! Granted, that shirt is pretty tight on me and I don't usually where things that tight. This plane was one of the only ones on display that I recognize from other airshows as being popular in WWII. Oh, and Jared is definitely sucking in his stomach like he always does for photos. His gut is smaller than mine, but he fixes his posture to look like that.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SrSrlW0mzwbTY_0iklK4Q4LZZmD7oOC9ZN30l_b9QNjJ7yq6_3ZTW2ZPEYWtsgsUFyjk-WTfLzTFF_r2NNvdfX8pvDrJMDI7UMT-KaTHSymEUQre5jibaHjGGZ0JwZyuE60nDc5yEu7EIPEJfPLStgFtMlv8RBYPumDanUyByzLFOptgM3NbqQ/s4032/IMG_4184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SrSrlW0mzwbTY_0iklK4Q4LZZmD7oOC9ZN30l_b9QNjJ7yq6_3ZTW2ZPEYWtsgsUFyjk-WTfLzTFF_r2NNvdfX8pvDrJMDI7UMT-KaTHSymEUQre5jibaHjGGZ0JwZyuE60nDc5yEu7EIPEJfPLStgFtMlv8RBYPumDanUyByzLFOptgM3NbqQ/w480-h640/IMG_4184.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">End of show fly by pose. To hold that pose, wow. I can't imagine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd86nPvE1DZuy9ALWq-kfJIb8XPd8O1vvGKJEv6pa6SaAyBpQjbgUGLTh7MpJdBvV6HAFN94LeJfmSZB3BD54CSN3sQcnAAUuRuNEU5YPQ4JhawUoK3a4TXfsUDJeF9APhQDXDeMa0viWFxLLZ_nqQNJNvTM7xG_SrPpuBk5nQSH3qO4mJkM7fQ/s4032/IMG_4179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwd86nPvE1DZuy9ALWq-kfJIb8XPd8O1vvGKJEv6pa6SaAyBpQjbgUGLTh7MpJdBvV6HAFN94LeJfmSZB3BD54CSN3sQcnAAUuRuNEU5YPQ4JhawUoK3a4TXfsUDJeF9APhQDXDeMa0viWFxLLZ_nqQNJNvTM7xG_SrPpuBk5nQSH3qO4mJkM7fQ/s320/IMG_4179.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So many loops! I love when they use the "smoke" to make the contrails on purpose so you can see where they've flown. So cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGWdDgCaik1GnXTa1tg56BF2Xa876QMpdpaZODRIpajFH7kkkWvqvXj-eLUpdASZW6aTJJmAul_tHxyeI54hFxfL9ab2vHCVcjKmLBppu1BKIb98xNA58CxRXlyGxpEJBeo4PUzskRN9NB6zMGOG3FbEJDB7djrBI7ywBJJXlEjXFc9B_Quskog/s4032/IMG_4177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGWdDgCaik1GnXTa1tg56BF2Xa876QMpdpaZODRIpajFH7kkkWvqvXj-eLUpdASZW6aTJJmAul_tHxyeI54hFxfL9ab2vHCVcjKmLBppu1BKIb98xNA58CxRXlyGxpEJBeo4PUzskRN9NB6zMGOG3FbEJDB7djrBI7ywBJJXlEjXFc9B_Quskog/s320/IMG_4177.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They had helicopter rides all throughout the days. You basically had to buy the rides online before today because they sold out quickly. They did NOT shut the side doors, so you only had a seatbeat between you and the sky. I could NOT do that. And if Jared or the kids ever did that, I would not come with them or I would turn away and not watch. It would scare me to death that they or their sunglasses or shoes or something would fall out!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAXbQTJcA_yhRlE2sYJK7YrjTbWD4LP_vgUiGg2xgvdJ9u-PFSu0sGtYWu7seWRSUMOJTWfL8EAR8od-piCWuQlaRS-AG6tPmWs7F_sQFMcaGXgmfURK7ooYsM6VJ1CWGBlkadiXy-hHOfnJrYrA2ao4Mo96xKJlsbmBLJediSLGluKzWepnAJA/s4032/IMG_4176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTAXbQTJcA_yhRlE2sYJK7YrjTbWD4LP_vgUiGg2xgvdJ9u-PFSu0sGtYWu7seWRSUMOJTWfL8EAR8od-piCWuQlaRS-AG6tPmWs7F_sQFMcaGXgmfURK7ooYsM6VJ1CWGBlkadiXy-hHOfnJrYrA2ao4Mo96xKJlsbmBLJediSLGluKzWepnAJA/w480-h640/IMG_4176.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flying through the remnants of his contrail he just made (see the loops below).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9Cb0l6SMOvPNG69l1yJi6fz_cmuecR9geTx_TlgZgdnvA0zpXkYm-3oHNGnvkD0k_lD8co3cDCGdmvaYL4jj2xXIluHayZe0EhTcoUu_-ovf8vLwdKEkrU6rVCjK7aSfESQzW2p5E8rjxzxkNATUvrPNEoIfvVb6HB-Tvdm7dKd6gI-ivbEU-g/s4032/IMG_4174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9Cb0l6SMOvPNG69l1yJi6fz_cmuecR9geTx_TlgZgdnvA0zpXkYm-3oHNGnvkD0k_lD8co3cDCGdmvaYL4jj2xXIluHayZe0EhTcoUu_-ovf8vLwdKEkrU6rVCjK7aSfESQzW2p5E8rjxzxkNATUvrPNEoIfvVb6HB-Tvdm7dKd6gI-ivbEU-g/w480-h640/IMG_4174.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How high did he need to go for this stunt?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTdLlNNl9alVBzrhH1iNmwvCl1HhYufJJiX7XFER8yNqikd8YZ_lfoV1ZbdnQhaehpSwMpRb2gpssp_t7de_PRTyYx5jykzGMv872CU4NhWKP6Qa6uopVdVjP6XDTG9gNbHs2lE01HXhvKf7p2UB9ITEmPcPoeDLcw8rcJFatzVrSnNvegDkn0g/s3520/IMG_4168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLTdLlNNl9alVBzrhH1iNmwvCl1HhYufJJiX7XFER8yNqikd8YZ_lfoV1ZbdnQhaehpSwMpRb2gpssp_t7de_PRTyYx5jykzGMv872CU4NhWKP6Qa6uopVdVjP6XDTG9gNbHs2lE01HXhvKf7p2UB9ITEmPcPoeDLcw8rcJFatzVrSnNvegDkn0g/s320/IMG_4168.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The end of 23 loops I think? Yes, he came down from the top and spun around 23 times! Like without the engine on or something. Ridiculous!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLroxTa6KGhaihwcTX9HkUToGy03jsJ5oNfiH9S1SvF4mLKnCIieWVdH_3eSxUJx8xSGXfbGlZBFZdgQn63mOricwkckv_83xeAXiDfO235VFhRV2VGNDBIVlRgQo-tAuKdRkHjmsIt9Pb_HQrQccpLomlN2Y2Z6N8VJOpb83wqsKWfzhSgumRRw/s3520/IMG_4167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLroxTa6KGhaihwcTX9HkUToGy03jsJ5oNfiH9S1SvF4mLKnCIieWVdH_3eSxUJx8xSGXfbGlZBFZdgQn63mOricwkckv_83xeAXiDfO235VFhRV2VGNDBIVlRgQo-tAuKdRkHjmsIt9Pb_HQrQccpLomlN2Y2Z6N8VJOpb83wqsKWfzhSgumRRw/s320/IMG_4167.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx-GWyVxfbSVc_GqeSc2fokacfIp6s7lXU37DcrTeLYxscws7fTWinjOB4DvFdVRVgELJNLDQapX-tglcxD-TM9KFlYOnB4IXCVjRr2i6g7DnARSoXBa_PCSvZA41n_Ur6-cD6hRUiH-PwoZhyGaAu5S06YgZNiKCZXFHah2a-XiKKuxKqbKZ0Q/s3520/IMG_4166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglx-GWyVxfbSVc_GqeSc2fokacfIp6s7lXU37DcrTeLYxscws7fTWinjOB4DvFdVRVgELJNLDQapX-tglcxD-TM9KFlYOnB4IXCVjRr2i6g7DnARSoXBa_PCSvZA41n_Ur6-cD6hRUiH-PwoZhyGaAu5S06YgZNiKCZXFHah2a-XiKKuxKqbKZ0Q/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHT5VIMR4MhFdK-Q-Vs4j-vQ53vSfSAlGATmzwpdWFTBxGB80wJqjDLQ4sZmwRxkxNA-qBP5m7MvI-HPD6wz1KTVpi-8EB-RT5q4qI_znKq37z1s7PsMklQWzauG_EWBGDx3EpdKHUZmIgeV73nYEGM5Zp-MsuAmL3CoOFXGkOugbMbkcv9F-sg/s3520/IMG_4165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdHT5VIMR4MhFdK-Q-Vs4j-vQ53vSfSAlGATmzwpdWFTBxGB80wJqjDLQ4sZmwRxkxNA-qBP5m7MvI-HPD6wz1KTVpi-8EB-RT5q4qI_znKq37z1s7PsMklQWzauG_EWBGDx3EpdKHUZmIgeV73nYEGM5Zp-MsuAmL3CoOFXGkOugbMbkcv9F-sg/s320/IMG_4165.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The start of the free fall and the corkscrew. Incredible!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoh--RhE4RXp9n9urMorYuLxjF_VQp0Mlt4JQ_g4hDfB53UtA4X3JCDnJKkVokDqpyczYnfOLgjDBDhKVd6o_U30c2ygF4mYmm6X1S82CGfYKAcfZckca1lkdT77kG5nlqUn3c-mTJR5SqFJU5dFpUtG9Z3j1wpwZP4RjaIDRH0UkfYi20gWrPQ/s3520/IMG_4161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoh--RhE4RXp9n9urMorYuLxjF_VQp0Mlt4JQ_g4hDfB53UtA4X3JCDnJKkVokDqpyczYnfOLgjDBDhKVd6o_U30c2ygF4mYmm6X1S82CGfYKAcfZckca1lkdT77kG5nlqUn3c-mTJR5SqFJU5dFpUtG9Z3j1wpwZP4RjaIDRH0UkfYi20gWrPQ/w360-h640/IMG_4161.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Money shot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikpe_YP52csIc-dOygGFdgH_25lS86sow1O2aEJuwDSSO4902nkkTsigAX5jqJGgnmgZy0N-nwDgfb6-kEWGY8vVbBc1wSexYzM-rGsAFa92BvkKaDMRvnOgOyPXnYYfu_2uBXgMC4jhLhtBjOwOLCaTbsF7L5mWD40yXE-NpMxhqD05mdqsnRw/s4032/IMG_4160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikpe_YP52csIc-dOygGFdgH_25lS86sow1O2aEJuwDSSO4902nkkTsigAX5jqJGgnmgZy0N-nwDgfb6-kEWGY8vVbBc1wSexYzM-rGsAFa92BvkKaDMRvnOgOyPXnYYfu_2uBXgMC4jhLhtBjOwOLCaTbsF7L5mWD40yXE-NpMxhqD05mdqsnRw/w480-h640/IMG_4160.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A WWII plane just doing a loop around the airport showing that it can still fly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGf5LtihQlvQ4nZci9QZXh8dxO75PAgBTfpjwFUpCmNR5RnYVRdUd15rUCymuZjryr36PpnrnJTEFtzjVXLGBJk_HOIbUKjOlalmY-AKW7ZSSXVEDgflWsaT99talNRbZ7Amvd2IWIxEPwfzRihLNdV5PeZWvydf0--ojJhtmvAqacGZl1qzhmA/s4032/IMG_4158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguGf5LtihQlvQ4nZci9QZXh8dxO75PAgBTfpjwFUpCmNR5RnYVRdUd15rUCymuZjryr36PpnrnJTEFtzjVXLGBJk_HOIbUKjOlalmY-AKW7ZSSXVEDgflWsaT99talNRbZ7Amvd2IWIxEPwfzRihLNdV5PeZWvydf0--ojJhtmvAqacGZl1qzhmA/w400-h300/IMG_4158.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other stunt plane with barrels of gas to fuel it. Quite interesting to see how they really do fuel a plan on the tarmac from just barrels! I mean we have playsets that have these barrels but it's not every day you actually see it in action like this. In the regular airport, they have gas trucks of course because the jets take on much more fuel than these little planes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX5krrUODYCLzx6RJygxtbr0YZlF39rWOZjANqWflxUrWU4YMbRbeI3GVHIjP_XqZgtfBfsj8o6n4SwoQ12bB-WFFJYQ03UhXWgHUlY3rDYFRjI7YNcQdhEhYg1zxmxXyOb37qFwhYpioDIBgcOm95-47yI5dsWt2p7WUjn_FxUXoYimuXE0JCQ/s4032/IMG_4157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX5krrUODYCLzx6RJygxtbr0YZlF39rWOZjANqWflxUrWU4YMbRbeI3GVHIjP_XqZgtfBfsj8o6n4SwoQ12bB-WFFJYQ03UhXWgHUlY3rDYFRjI7YNcQdhEhYg1zxmxXyOb37qFwhYpioDIBgcOm95-47yI5dsWt2p7WUjn_FxUXoYimuXE0JCQ/s320/IMG_4157.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teens are over it! They weren't supposed to set up chairs here but somehow the volunteers missed them sitting down. We, adults, however, stood up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RPn3JpJCvO_53l9X6gawfrHUk4xqn77IZwDTmgPVJWGzL7iXUMI62pnLDn53eJnRQ8F3TPi-COKMeN_x6Nq1yFOLT2btaQ6x0neoTiZoEb0IWI6EBHQd1BhX-Qlk01EBe7K-Gt0QIdONkFpLvTAEUKLUTC1jznot_4PlKUCLqi-YNW3hJQgc_w/s4032/IMG_4155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9RPn3JpJCvO_53l9X6gawfrHUk4xqn77IZwDTmgPVJWGzL7iXUMI62pnLDn53eJnRQ8F3TPi-COKMeN_x6Nq1yFOLT2btaQ6x0neoTiZoEb0IWI6EBHQd1BhX-Qlk01EBe7K-Gt0QIdONkFpLvTAEUKLUTC1jznot_4PlKUCLqi-YNW3hJQgc_w/s320/IMG_4155.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We finally found a plane we could get in! I'm fairly certain we've been in one like this before.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJxA1dHkw2f8OZjmt2STaQ5nR6FNdcNufi14IP2HqMXEBAen36rak19VHPI8T32Nq0bp2L59X6SBQ46CKv0G1Z6eHj55-DlhVZwtNPyvcBf6me-3j9ZU6OY7TB2JQjwXv2SyV-VU7fzk0hCGTM-87_bN9lTM-hcFCqhlZEbDgUXQ8r-mz93BeSA/s4032/IMG_4154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipJxA1dHkw2f8OZjmt2STaQ5nR6FNdcNufi14IP2HqMXEBAen36rak19VHPI8T32Nq0bp2L59X6SBQ46CKv0G1Z6eHj55-DlhVZwtNPyvcBf6me-3j9ZU6OY7TB2JQjwXv2SyV-VU7fzk0hCGTM-87_bN9lTM-hcFCqhlZEbDgUXQ8r-mz93BeSA/w300-h400/IMG_4154.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cockpit of course. We couldn't get in though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RGcbNSTROOmU_v6lWA7aEsQq2rhDIWt3WjlyvnlrGZPbzuW84RAdVcCSOoF9jz6XRM7pNNp3psIR3kCMl7b4p6LMV-ttBk4Nh4LkW8gYyaJ4z5XUg4vr5In3U-GZ5ouDcmmOcneufO65NbGzOZgGRxoK4aaM2UMyZeqZuWlrb1XfW4QJEcUGhA/s4032/IMG_4153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RGcbNSTROOmU_v6lWA7aEsQq2rhDIWt3WjlyvnlrGZPbzuW84RAdVcCSOoF9jz6XRM7pNNp3psIR3kCMl7b4p6LMV-ttBk4Nh4LkW8gYyaJ4z5XUg4vr5In3U-GZ5ouDcmmOcneufO65NbGzOZgGRxoK4aaM2UMyZeqZuWlrb1XfW4QJEcUGhA/w480-h640/IMG_4153.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking on passengers. I wonder if this one gives rides. Probably. I love Justin's look! Actually they all have a different "look" that suits their personalities.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7RrYueBZZ6aFpv1uuyOoh3FeYBcMN2TlWfMRT5HfqMOwkaRvd74AZkX-stELHCVF1VPPARBxfIBwgozpWkK-L0gT8zaacfbZLPHu3_f4m6iUv_TnDuRqBLuGI2ML2dGByjdT1RJvAZzYQMZoTAq4O34T4BAlgCbynInIuQfpjiUzsp--OXnlmA/s4032/IMG_4152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7RrYueBZZ6aFpv1uuyOoh3FeYBcMN2TlWfMRT5HfqMOwkaRvd74AZkX-stELHCVF1VPPARBxfIBwgozpWkK-L0gT8zaacfbZLPHu3_f4m6iUv_TnDuRqBLuGI2ML2dGByjdT1RJvAZzYQMZoTAq4O34T4BAlgCbynInIuQfpjiUzsp--OXnlmA/w480-h640/IMG_4152.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6mDW1iigwGxJC29-UEf_kx1Di_Tcv2_g0T0IQkAtOCjY6yuO_NuRdWTlXj8HswruSn0Fxpkoju88zwHkgnWylZPn187g1af01xKT3QNdVELE4Rw2NSUwtVh5HMV9ZlZigQWk8FQFkugYjgYp71Aen1SF5UwdCev0aRWGAa6VyjzrNzdRQv2h2A/s4032/IMG_4151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW6mDW1iigwGxJC29-UEf_kx1Di_Tcv2_g0T0IQkAtOCjY6yuO_NuRdWTlXj8HswruSn0Fxpkoju88zwHkgnWylZPn187g1af01xKT3QNdVELE4Rw2NSUwtVh5HMV9ZlZigQWk8FQFkugYjgYp71Aen1SF5UwdCev0aRWGAa6VyjzrNzdRQv2h2A/w480-h640/IMG_4151.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A nice fly over in formation of all the planes, especially the historical ones, that flew in for this event. It takes a bit of maneuvering to get into formation. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoo7YCw6jYlrgnw7DBYhkDYGZhpr6f-0tzX-qx5hcLIKoi0-JruRlg5I03oTR9tBlzyewOYrLJUTKwrXgXqzeeqSsvQIkpUhISQkT_5aCYW_LlPBIVnSVxy7DCscS_CnJmN5TDvuZnQgmrGh9_tHESK_TJ-Kov3KxiI7FNB3psLPyIPTVZIvliRA/s4032/IMG_4150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoo7YCw6jYlrgnw7DBYhkDYGZhpr6f-0tzX-qx5hcLIKoi0-JruRlg5I03oTR9tBlzyewOYrLJUTKwrXgXqzeeqSsvQIkpUhISQkT_5aCYW_LlPBIVnSVxy7DCscS_CnJmN5TDvuZnQgmrGh9_tHESK_TJ-Kov3KxiI7FNB3psLPyIPTVZIvliRA/w480-h640/IMG_4150.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsubbXUQ9VHpr2n9_gHImzGPAQV7qohX6MBzYJ_OE9erzyAHGOllRpR93cTfUrlaswMXXf2VhkuW4sTvu-0xEvt7gT9Fs99xmIdSK_L-PryZ-za2tipGGPaOJ4nnr-Xl22C7Y0xNT08OCz-wasAcjm7Rroh6mLx8UdogL_YnZgumuGZKXYIY2wQw/s4032/IMG_4149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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And I was thinking about how this lady has to put her hair in a pony tail to fit under her helmet all while it whips around in the air. What an incredible privilege to fly such a precious historical machine. And wow, what an honor to be able to look out those hatches and down at the ground and to fly over our farm fields sharing with us something that flew in the war that kept us free. I'm sure there's less and less of these planes around and the people that actually care about them. We have fewer and fewer WWII vets. And those that are still around are extremely old now. It's their kids that are continuing to teach us. It's an honor and privilege to watch these planes fly. And although this event was more directed at getting teens and kids interested in flying in general, there are a few that were here to watch the planes that carried their comrades into battle. Or their parents. The history of planes could be seen everywhere from the open cockpit to designs like this to even more enclosed and safe cockpits. The most simple dials to the computer modules. It's amazing that just a few mm's of material separate us from the open sky. It scares me to death but it's thrilling for others. I touch a plane and think, "This has been up there in the sky and touch the clouds! Oh my!" Fascinating.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfyaweqKB2d5Zk2FODAKbsTDdvqpLk95BND8kSea4MT1X-EuDjCgZ5uO7j4O-jF2mxEIX3yDScWk3_O6anf4jCEM3q-KSmUdWdZJzhIKVDCuwJIjO5oJX-Ma7UAcyvL8fj-5iIVr-bhIQ-JohIjUAH0xt_zL8evuGamr6vVcCql7UfAxgzPcIrA/s3520/IMG_4139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfyaweqKB2d5Zk2FODAKbsTDdvqpLk95BND8kSea4MT1X-EuDjCgZ5uO7j4O-jF2mxEIX3yDScWk3_O6anf4jCEM3q-KSmUdWdZJzhIKVDCuwJIjO5oJX-Ma7UAcyvL8fj-5iIVr-bhIQ-JohIjUAH0xt_zL8evuGamr6vVcCql7UfAxgzPcIrA/w360-h640/IMG_4139.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doing some rolls. This was the other guy I watched by myself while the kids and Jared finally got to eat.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJvdA5MuuHND5TgyjV8pKAA68V1Cs4dJCquBV3_tmHqDRIEADLsIqzSCnd6PDOHLtFQcS8qWlMjfB3Oc-DlpNqymw7SOuAG3KR9_O1vA6OYLMY_KhdpM-ZtI8E9SxMhmhq7gDa-8WCom3y2jFsLncWhadWHB6rDBscMNzkixq38VgBpnFhB4fiQ/s3520/IMG_4137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTJvdA5MuuHND5TgyjV8pKAA68V1Cs4dJCquBV3_tmHqDRIEADLsIqzSCnd6PDOHLtFQcS8qWlMjfB3Oc-DlpNqymw7SOuAG3KR9_O1vA6OYLMY_KhdpM-ZtI8E9SxMhmhq7gDa-8WCom3y2jFsLncWhadWHB6rDBscMNzkixq38VgBpnFhB4fiQ/w360-h640/IMG_4137.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIAfBpnNcmh5Gt-A4u6aWnkKn-IT-akcedQ1xLl7eqD6zu4vgquHeBaDBYBRCvq4qaVtwsDHzC74n75-O0uWC0Zv5JB1w7aLn2aAmApSoIQPG5Hj6S0Z-MWSqrNrdlFIDvHn4SAPtI7sPPxtuFwXh0mkD4Lf2eHRwhHXK5n_ZPvs6OdczcBIN91g/s3520/IMG_4136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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They didn't have a brochure for me to bring home, but it looks like they had New Testaments that they might dropped into "closed" countries. But perhaps they do other things as well. But that's cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD6lCCIZAPhBrepYl6lkIY4RvfQz6D98ua8D84U_RZVQ94BQ9N_O4YajlvogqcZNlySDWIjF9rnoTltKc47jHT5tpoBbXqsAPBsi20HdFQ4CCZd3WGEiVBJsm6KP1C9DRRtquGKl0JvDl8W7VV7OLZ-_DqdfcM-46iA2gbGBunEOe04RxhRiU4A/s1792/IMG_4122.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBD6lCCIZAPhBrepYl6lkIY4RvfQz6D98ua8D84U_RZVQ94BQ9N_O4YajlvogqcZNlySDWIjF9rnoTltKc47jHT5tpoBbXqsAPBsi20HdFQ4CCZd3WGEiVBJsm6KP1C9DRRtquGKl0JvDl8W7VV7OLZ-_DqdfcM-46iA2gbGBunEOe04RxhRiU4A/w296-h640/IMG_4122.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The most perfect weather ever for an air show! Usually it's near 90 with no breeze at all! We had the most gorgeous cool breeze and clear skies and perfect 74 degrees!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbU5N3vUjMBt2nIUqYWw9KlqUL8LwL3zBkY4z9jE5-0GdrlraE8YaUGbGwAuQdv3WhVspzektsJOptZWKocQrvyOB2d3pV6NC_fYtCgiZtLi0ovacJVPEEg1J1HDq1tZR9sJwNIjEm-4b76sKqeDRxIM7gQlJhDyXudUyuE0CKqYB7fo1Im3prA/s4032/IMG_4118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRbU5N3vUjMBt2nIUqYWw9KlqUL8LwL3zBkY4z9jE5-0GdrlraE8YaUGbGwAuQdv3WhVspzektsJOptZWKocQrvyOB2d3pV6NC_fYtCgiZtLi0ovacJVPEEg1J1HDq1tZR9sJwNIjEm-4b76sKqeDRxIM7gQlJhDyXudUyuE0CKqYB7fo1Im3prA/w640-h480/IMG_4118.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While Daddy, Justin, and Keturah were standing in the long line for food (and even longer line to receive the food), we stood in the very short lines to bounce on every bounce house they had. They were free, too. And if the line was a little long, we would just go the next one and circle back. They set them up in one of the airplane hangars which was perfect! You didn't have to worry about the hot sun beating down on you or the bounce houses getting too hot. Abishai insisted he go in all of them, including this one which was meant for the toddlers. They let him since no one was in line.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2R3bsLoYS5tlcqe2FvRPVMypV4ywk8-phCM2aKz4_Kp37SBeciRPDePJpYFAYWrkgkQIBNgVUXNL9VgRq6bnR8QXKUblEXMgsnCjpKN-dWjE_uuYWO9R2g3YEFbbozB2pmDiSXrK9dlfVyoXLaL8BJj4OBCAYYccZteiIU7Yu5CXiuj4DdS7xjw/s4032/IMG_4117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2R3bsLoYS5tlcqe2FvRPVMypV4ywk8-phCM2aKz4_Kp37SBeciRPDePJpYFAYWrkgkQIBNgVUXNL9VgRq6bnR8QXKUblEXMgsnCjpKN-dWjE_uuYWO9R2g3YEFbbozB2pmDiSXrK9dlfVyoXLaL8BJj4OBCAYYccZteiIU7Yu5CXiuj4DdS7xjw/s320/IMG_4117.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWWHTwhTf9rEsQMcI3C83PlNxE-OaeCkeLH4eKO_1uwsan669TFFW7zTguo-MJn6DPcRrMoiwQws5yINthZXtkBNRlRdi3jGNVlZBnsy2WyLQvt6DVKCd8U-TWeWWrG7lxTZW_F4hVX2txduZt_muYc09QgP73E60NaS-TEqv8CeWRcK8j5HQvg/s4032/IMG_4116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWWHTwhTf9rEsQMcI3C83PlNxE-OaeCkeLH4eKO_1uwsan669TFFW7zTguo-MJn6DPcRrMoiwQws5yINthZXtkBNRlRdi3jGNVlZBnsy2WyLQvt6DVKCd8U-TWeWWrG7lxTZW_F4hVX2txduZt_muYc09QgP73E60NaS-TEqv8CeWRcK8j5HQvg/s320/IMG_4116.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFbTpD_7XiC_h8LeD-_6DUTJShuPemGKjPrZFqj1kOZqDYfD_t_sEsCV0qxyS7T0q9jkFbxAC6QGfIeP8qIBo9z1zCMSwJwA3BqJjHmRyHdJtOdqraeMZSs_kWDNDcrUcZNTx8LVbX-DtlYQMwVYV5KZ2ieCVwaNRY_PxBBmWhF4kPkQEreDnDA/s3520/IMG_4114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoFbTpD_7XiC_h8LeD-_6DUTJShuPemGKjPrZFqj1kOZqDYfD_t_sEsCV0qxyS7T0q9jkFbxAC6QGfIeP8qIBo9z1zCMSwJwA3BqJjHmRyHdJtOdqraeMZSs_kWDNDcrUcZNTx8LVbX-DtlYQMwVYV5KZ2ieCVwaNRY_PxBBmWhF4kPkQEreDnDA/w360-h640/IMG_4114.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Axe throwing except the magnets or whatever that made them stick weren't very strong anymore. They didn't stick well at all.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafxeO4HfbwXXJM8qq2xe_1wq6cosfXz1b19jGE5BxLcUBAbzwIiosRaS4g17tV6I5HXKRJVb_IpnA0qgzFQudimGP035wKBoleDbLri_1CskKAIJ6LEZbeUTLQLIVfnmjLFZ4Vzv4wdubHrGK0aXx9P98cggTw57GkqvMzuvXx0ZL0fVCK_WLcA/s3520/IMG_4113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafxeO4HfbwXXJM8qq2xe_1wq6cosfXz1b19jGE5BxLcUBAbzwIiosRaS4g17tV6I5HXKRJVb_IpnA0qgzFQudimGP035wKBoleDbLri_1CskKAIJ6LEZbeUTLQLIVfnmjLFZ4Vzv4wdubHrGK0aXx9P98cggTw57GkqvMzuvXx0ZL0fVCK_WLcA/w360-h640/IMG_4113.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice throw!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6hKBXbxGo3MFg9h-coCy_IDJTrgk-kSuFEJw2DxI_R0w7ISambBwra_E9XP-4C1GUQdk5Y4clHwdHBlS_OzvYbHj0_qkBH8akSuKpaI4gfHEh0BDuuYirp9Q7TrkiA_V83bTEoTjDt1FESAH2QraUzqior7c9kuyqVbwyKo_FulDOFk-luThIw/s3520/IMG_4104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6hKBXbxGo3MFg9h-coCy_IDJTrgk-kSuFEJw2DxI_R0w7ISambBwra_E9XP-4C1GUQdk5Y4clHwdHBlS_OzvYbHj0_qkBH8akSuKpaI4gfHEh0BDuuYirp9Q7TrkiA_V83bTEoTjDt1FESAH2QraUzqior7c9kuyqVbwyKo_FulDOFk-luThIw/w360-h640/IMG_4104.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a cool big army one with these dangling balls you tried to avoid and this thing in the middle you could bounce around and off of.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisopoRY588M_dgqV68ao6-dIbuhURisbqspeECdCnkPnZRikrUFrPD0BOX3oxZ1gEnstx-9xIOe1-0eeHlFr8YPZE8Ju63eFxQWVbvvQOTg7AmmZQWDTl03e4-s-DOyY8dvdhHTnVc1o7xQl4WMktSFbMdl8JrLL0HhZg0QCH7aH3ZCBES_Y55jQ/s4032/IMG_4102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisopoRY588M_dgqV68ao6-dIbuhURisbqspeECdCnkPnZRikrUFrPD0BOX3oxZ1gEnstx-9xIOe1-0eeHlFr8YPZE8Ju63eFxQWVbvvQOTg7AmmZQWDTl03e4-s-DOyY8dvdhHTnVc1o7xQl4WMktSFbMdl8JrLL0HhZg0QCH7aH3ZCBES_Y55jQ/w640-h480/IMG_4102.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This it the plane that we went into later in the day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbLMCjHIlynK9MNSu-jyKKbBz1ldKyFP1GsskwgqPefcS_9-mI8GJiSvolWOrS3zS8VnxBN1Dp6_hyU3DkscbNa2sMIzw67iKnLIi6b2euLpNya642zWC43WwwHqlKbqspg6GOVBVG80by9eMjyP6y_xV6jFxRsffWEZIBFC2ddMBC8ASlOEhNcQ/s4032/IMG_4101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IfmDQvru0-WGVLdTf5MMC2v0rDsXC3CPWfZzdbxo9JczPKz7UKARYmt1NvB3MARLJHvygp6uHYxU_RbG7doGSjDOrbOMY7XQismXDWOU9kVedU8qbbrYmJJb6D7Ct1Ws7OwlLg9z9cVKD6smEXEPAD4qmUTOZZ2CFmbslFOsyJ7MBtPHXNQm2Q/s4032/IMG_4099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5IfmDQvru0-WGVLdTf5MMC2v0rDsXC3CPWfZzdbxo9JczPKz7UKARYmt1NvB3MARLJHvygp6uHYxU_RbG7doGSjDOrbOMY7XQismXDWOU9kVedU8qbbrYmJJb6D7Ct1Ws7OwlLg9z9cVKD6smEXEPAD4qmUTOZZ2CFmbslFOsyJ7MBtPHXNQm2Q/w640-h480/IMG_4099.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The tiniest airplane you ever did see! Like who flies in this one?! I'm not sure. But I think it does fit a regular sized person. It's so cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCriJ_HdtKOtR16NxxzTVh9BSRSBnFJ9yQ-rY2x6bMVfn2ZUhTZy3ASbWMNE7-q6vdswpDylfJTLvtL2OBr5ymkilpWNlMrH8bCTNbXAwTv7CempIjOBAftd_pxKcZkNGNWjPoxiK-_-QbL-Vu_sNaJ5jSXcjluxwLzoetAY9avB0tp6UhcJlTw/s4032/IMG_4098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCriJ_HdtKOtR16NxxzTVh9BSRSBnFJ9yQ-rY2x6bMVfn2ZUhTZy3ASbWMNE7-q6vdswpDylfJTLvtL2OBr5ymkilpWNlMrH8bCTNbXAwTv7CempIjOBAftd_pxKcZkNGNWjPoxiK-_-QbL-Vu_sNaJ5jSXcjluxwLzoetAY9avB0tp6UhcJlTw/w480-h640/IMG_4098.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's only a tad taller than Abishai!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ax0oglIo4Ti0FZyamKi7gZawnuS6DyXGufkVLrJIUGUn5lEH1SCMg2XTXZ_xWDPeaMnlaBhgD0OqZE2iz5FNvOHkowB7doJpkRuVuXCQyuYHhBcZZWIYprarEY4021WDzeBlFgqq4A3q6JBE4f1PizOUkUciammaoDJYILDRCgL6n4YK-miugw/s4032/IMG_4097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Ax0oglIo4Ti0FZyamKi7gZawnuS6DyXGufkVLrJIUGUn5lEH1SCMg2XTXZ_xWDPeaMnlaBhgD0OqZE2iz5FNvOHkowB7doJpkRuVuXCQyuYHhBcZZWIYprarEY4021WDzeBlFgqq4A3q6JBE4f1PizOUkUciammaoDJYILDRCgL6n4YK-miugw/w480-h640/IMG_4097.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbrRqcjAW0s1Z8PZGpai55Fw_7rUKgB2blXWsm8JXDhbM51lpRiGlzNVKFjX3w1Ch78irhSZQcFSrjMyRvhmZ1EXoXfL8oJ85AjGBGNVfqjVsKqLj8z1kDLgWLGT89uoCluSrdM19c443Z96YFeHnZvqXGGqxE9OpuEgGVyG5zV5iqGoBC_z4Wg/s4032/IMG_4096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbrRqcjAW0s1Z8PZGpai55Fw_7rUKgB2blXWsm8JXDhbM51lpRiGlzNVKFjX3w1Ch78irhSZQcFSrjMyRvhmZ1EXoXfL8oJ85AjGBGNVfqjVsKqLj8z1kDLgWLGT89uoCluSrdM19c443Z96YFeHnZvqXGGqxE9OpuEgGVyG5zV5iqGoBC_z4Wg/w480-h640/IMG_4096.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's it. That's the seat and navigation controls. Not much to look at! I mean it's more than the Wright brothers had, but still. That's crazy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-zBWgA2yEOhrlc4LAzW74h60V8ZNdCNC0mJSw4eETBe7IZPYiyh49IYlX8sGuXdEor8Sj8D3gbcPtpJ9_2BEyNDX0EINe6Br7WcKmSh5iwpS8h5f7ALxlvQwjLQqZ0iXmDW9LGDJVV3Kl-f-WVHDz9q_tgXnpkxK6WmIyBoxzT9iV35WrnRcnA/s4032/IMG_4095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB-zBWgA2yEOhrlc4LAzW74h60V8ZNdCNC0mJSw4eETBe7IZPYiyh49IYlX8sGuXdEor8Sj8D3gbcPtpJ9_2BEyNDX0EINe6Br7WcKmSh5iwpS8h5f7ALxlvQwjLQqZ0iXmDW9LGDJVV3Kl-f-WVHDz9q_tgXnpkxK6WmIyBoxzT9iV35WrnRcnA/w480-h640/IMG_4095.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's nearly Abishai sized!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZnaFmgS0qdxhkx4QdirGqnJ8u8wEyK9SsIKbT4spI_agCbVXo3z_LJiT35OY5Dsix6Mlmlforbw9_jUD6bPxY3dXxYYaoXSkSbNJxytTLhZ-5rLvuZCzXao4x3sXdiQ8zJ8bhbt9-YVFWWa2jYfzWK2058ghbqVs8vaTjJH8lY7Q9TIbtHlzTQ/s4032/IMG_4094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZnaFmgS0qdxhkx4QdirGqnJ8u8wEyK9SsIKbT4spI_agCbVXo3z_LJiT35OY5Dsix6Mlmlforbw9_jUD6bPxY3dXxYYaoXSkSbNJxytTLhZ-5rLvuZCzXao4x3sXdiQ8zJ8bhbt9-YVFWWa2jYfzWK2058ghbqVs8vaTjJH8lY7Q9TIbtHlzTQ/w480-h640/IMG_4094.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahaha! How dare I try to recreate a photo from years' past. Good grief those sour patch faces! Ok, they both said they were squinting, but I also know the teens didn't want to be there, so, try again, you two.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbUqNhHiH5LIt7EGWUac9MvqhONybxkzrhJ3DIt6jsGVUaJbiAkLnZk7HOb1wJmFA0zSqYHs7rYWB2SWKsVkxsZAV3hn_wnfXhnLV1PR7MOIx-jkyRkLnMj2tBWLsbXHdlJ5zEgUCH_RBacKFe9n-UciQT1dK2rFipLZM3Ep6jN6yttnW7S65QQ/s4032/IMG_4093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjbUqNhHiH5LIt7EGWUac9MvqhONybxkzrhJ3DIt6jsGVUaJbiAkLnZk7HOb1wJmFA0zSqYHs7rYWB2SWKsVkxsZAV3hn_wnfXhnLV1PR7MOIx-jkyRkLnMj2tBWLsbXHdlJ5zEgUCH_RBacKFe9n-UciQT1dK2rFipLZM3Ep6jN6yttnW7S65QQ/w640-h480/IMG_4093.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least the plane looks shiny and happy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03PTZzlZYjhpTbpFPFisNJa20k3KRoTbavvivcvkRQQwp7mhPlm4DxyuuggtX2OL-yeF1j9WURk5YDc77kAWvjuj-Yv2wyveej4YF6NImIOxHGhNO7ivx7zgwKp7a7V9lU0CAimzcFLye4bBtdZBqBMtUrq3DgXuhk3Md1FEJVB_kMjUuG4c1TQ/s4032/IMG_4092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj03PTZzlZYjhpTbpFPFisNJa20k3KRoTbavvivcvkRQQwp7mhPlm4DxyuuggtX2OL-yeF1j9WURk5YDc77kAWvjuj-Yv2wyveej4YF6NImIOxHGhNO7ivx7zgwKp7a7V9lU0CAimzcFLye4bBtdZBqBMtUrq3DgXuhk3Md1FEJVB_kMjUuG4c1TQ/s320/IMG_4092.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were noticing how the plane was made up of stiff cloth and not fiberglass. So, like the hemp cloth that the Wright brothers would have used. And then we got in trouble for touching things.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HNQuKaBCh79lvcc2XpuJwMWMl8Dd9vk3Jl0O1lbScNNyAhWqMWR2q-uIBwbbiCpEDZNZr1Sf6Um-t4WL6zV1IoR4qnr8T78eTmC59X7GnckNlN_hk5XX-bS66DdAlwrHHce5PsVx8RTfCzn4JJw8p18T3ytE_59N3GspdID93n-65ScUIPdgxw/s4032/IMG_4091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HNQuKaBCh79lvcc2XpuJwMWMl8Dd9vk3Jl0O1lbScNNyAhWqMWR2q-uIBwbbiCpEDZNZr1Sf6Um-t4WL6zV1IoR4qnr8T78eTmC59X7GnckNlN_hk5XX-bS66DdAlwrHHce5PsVx8RTfCzn4JJw8p18T3ytE_59N3GspdID93n-65ScUIPdgxw/s320/IMG_4091.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow, totally open cockpit!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNAl4bObqkRzAGbcwy9AMc_rexzNysQItl-Y2MIO3xe68EOaoUdEMEFUEKlyORdrVHG0ezMEc5WRnI95kpmegyqIfQlhFtiS3kQXmYGN9PH9xfW6vt7sZqT2gJJ78xMW1bQwMgyf6BTt4966148s0PS77hTfYz6A0rfCmcPHocBInPm8Hwluwkg/s4032/IMG_4089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVNAl4bObqkRzAGbcwy9AMc_rexzNysQItl-Y2MIO3xe68EOaoUdEMEFUEKlyORdrVHG0ezMEc5WRnI95kpmegyqIfQlhFtiS3kQXmYGN9PH9xfW6vt7sZqT2gJJ78xMW1bQwMgyf6BTt4966148s0PS77hTfYz6A0rfCmcPHocBInPm8Hwluwkg/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More their style. Grounded. Hehehe.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_VGVe5wEhEbpiv_AIigoYmtJnHFLB8jvWL0H7K3yJb9cgwGC3f50PeR1FqftolWINsR-re9Abx7qCBBmRY2XbixGTdlSabjs0fOSUJ7dDFDVYiZ1Ou5djrfQGtT4jjRC9zVHkS9mMgdGctClek2aXaEM3LhuGDcRSnQEBd72ePz2AJoaDTK8lA/s4032/IMG_4088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH_VGVe5wEhEbpiv_AIigoYmtJnHFLB8jvWL0H7K3yJb9cgwGC3f50PeR1FqftolWINsR-re9Abx7qCBBmRY2XbixGTdlSabjs0fOSUJ7dDFDVYiZ1Ou5djrfQGtT4jjRC9zVHkS9mMgdGctClek2aXaEM3LhuGDcRSnQEBd72ePz2AJoaDTK8lA/s320/IMG_4088.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The driver. Keturah is the navigator since Justin gets lost half of the time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFLxCRnCmhMewR6VQxAVAootidnU9i9s0gbejk5XVpGJ7YW6aAY9lMvFhVGR4oUt8POpey8A0Pub_MbV43hwbEY29rhsjVI62nP-4K9YN-OQ-v4ZNgNgFzhHOMkY7pVqXmuxwFoRixjxjrME9OaV3uJgB4rsM_d9RM7mYm-F3oqk1CIvTpXlJ9Q/s4032/IMG_4087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFLxCRnCmhMewR6VQxAVAootidnU9i9s0gbejk5XVpGJ7YW6aAY9lMvFhVGR4oUt8POpey8A0Pub_MbV43hwbEY29rhsjVI62nP-4K9YN-OQ-v4ZNgNgFzhHOMkY7pVqXmuxwFoRixjxjrME9OaV3uJgB4rsM_d9RM7mYm-F3oqk1CIvTpXlJ9Q/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Abishai definitely has the better aim.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmvH2lfsuHxuKBpfvptazjGtemk9gbbCRjgY2Pq-IS3qPLFeIucnBkTbcyav-d2fu2KmKCSqFPIRewrk4b4PJTbEAqsBwNmll3dy6aTRM_y3Hrdicv0NGrMCSzsph16iFXXhwVeWlFUa2fXV9WUVj_OsYHJjwq7Vy2QCXBKtBM1F-xFRrT-9NqQ/w480-h640/IMG_4084.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">WWII Honor Flight was the three planes that were on the tarmac area that was roped off.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJI-xZEjGkdMDIOgqtq0ag3I3_uK0dyDG6gGfujtSaAP3wybp0Ij12hwDwXDxuStebv6ka0FRH7gVM9Lqt5e2sfCsP2zAK39b0Nmpj5fqjPVCLRZICZzwA9BEvfGDXJvDpBxczjyc8EA2pnokROzj9NxCj1QL8z2UKD0vpPrU6oNvVoGw_OopXQ/s3520/IMG_4082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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It's so small! But it reminds us of Uncle Ed's airplane.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-QmxJXnIxVeIjEvyBsu_BRESXDjofRxDv4y9-Z-AVHIEbH5rkpitVI58jHMU1n3dOSm73r8X9_3M7__fW_hHY8qIcMfC4jYDad0v24KrXDgNNu_KN5G1Ln53jZ8nfv-bpaOtbBByXYpd6AeEiWZRB0iItOIbxUsh_tt3m-O9w76eF_lQ-cdphvA/s4032/IMG_4074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-QmxJXnIxVeIjEvyBsu_BRESXDjofRxDv4y9-Z-AVHIEbH5rkpitVI58jHMU1n3dOSm73r8X9_3M7__fW_hHY8qIcMfC4jYDad0v24KrXDgNNu_KN5G1Ln53jZ8nfv-bpaOtbBByXYpd6AeEiWZRB0iItOIbxUsh_tt3m-O9w76eF_lQ-cdphvA/s320/IMG_4074.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I did get in it because I wanted to see if I could tolerate a ride in one. You sit a lot deeper than I thought you would. So I could literally turn my head inward and hide and not see where we were going if I started getting scared. It's like riding in a vehicle. Except, EXCEPT, you only have a thin layer of metal between you AND THE SKY! And it's a long way down to the GROUND! Doesn't that freak you out?! No? Ok, you're crazy. I still don't think I could get up in one. Nope. I'm still scared. I will not go to any place where my children want to sky dive or bungee jump or whatever from a high place. I just can't. I will hug them tight, tell them to have fun, and say to stay safe. And then stay home and pray. I can't even got to take photos and videos of that stuff. I'm way too scared. Nope. Keep me on the ground please and thanks. Keturah looks like she would be a natural though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fGuHfgSXWVVqeHvrY6L1tH72B3enHRgvMOGqSU_vT47dmthr5TwOX1lYXZLBTtXepdrVRuG5xDbmAi54_9122BHRNcTKBlJ6ULO7w2x7nSwxvovGvVjfX5XTBESBZwJ9Qz41nPotqpp-WYBz87JOCkHox09EIqgFCtNeHoMPn3sKXQKkDsBZvw/s3520/IMG_4071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6fGuHfgSXWVVqeHvrY6L1tH72B3enHRgvMOGqSU_vT47dmthr5TwOX1lYXZLBTtXepdrVRuG5xDbmAi54_9122BHRNcTKBlJ6ULO7w2x7nSwxvovGvVjfX5XTBESBZwJ9Qz41nPotqpp-WYBz87JOCkHox09EIqgFCtNeHoMPn3sKXQKkDsBZvw/w360-h640/IMG_4071.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Getting into formation.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCleR-YPyEpUefxVoHSDuRtPneFlJJzM26CYi1YN0_35hs9ukA0Ny791uilwvUCMT22DNaSZjpuLiHaQqqWpUxG9wHHDUHBfBrKTC7tjN-4VT9lMHefGCXvsV99e0t6no1j5bBC7mcr_xH5-cJvTZwczsjItVpDU1HD7f0M4uf_2ZoAGLV-RfBYA/s4032/IMG_4069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCleR-YPyEpUefxVoHSDuRtPneFlJJzM26CYi1YN0_35hs9ukA0Ny791uilwvUCMT22DNaSZjpuLiHaQqqWpUxG9wHHDUHBfBrKTC7tjN-4VT9lMHefGCXvsV99e0t6no1j5bBC7mcr_xH5-cJvTZwczsjItVpDU1HD7f0M4uf_2ZoAGLV-RfBYA/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Contemplating a change in future career planes are we? Maybe? Who knows, but it is an option if he wants. Well, if he would pay attention better it could be.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzNRITDYZ_MHMPVBTsv2imH6SvuRPY7J3tMkAKkLqeU0zMkUeELzkS1F_G8jsThigm2APoJ6oyvEfODMpli0tAPcfMVdif0gzijBiCm0_PMva9yrLnPmHcy6I1XPCV5eTCFyVbknVDku1yfpBQBw5It2nWXg6sV822-XbaQSxv9S2SovoMTKfUw/s4032/IMG_4068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzNRITDYZ_MHMPVBTsv2imH6SvuRPY7J3tMkAKkLqeU0zMkUeELzkS1F_G8jsThigm2APoJ6oyvEfODMpli0tAPcfMVdif0gzijBiCm0_PMva9yrLnPmHcy6I1XPCV5eTCFyVbknVDku1yfpBQBw5It2nWXg6sV822-XbaQSxv9S2SovoMTKfUw/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHK6NvGcRK7TS3w9m7ZejTkeyeq84zjxI4cW6112dDbqD4Qg_UEx9pauWhGcNgQYiw4dWDWOig3oCPOY3Lb1PZN0JpTjRY6gHCBPLI11qSj2vMPEAyMdgJ2fr62L1VXFqSnSkK_07Tl8CP37VGoKTewbhMMrOVoWR9CA6jamP87CX040Ju5EGYQ/s4032/IMG_4067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHK6NvGcRK7TS3w9m7ZejTkeyeq84zjxI4cW6112dDbqD4Qg_UEx9pauWhGcNgQYiw4dWDWOig3oCPOY3Lb1PZN0JpTjRY6gHCBPLI11qSj2vMPEAyMdgJ2fr62L1VXFqSnSkK_07Tl8CP37VGoKTewbhMMrOVoWR9CA6jamP87CX040Ju5EGYQ/s320/IMG_4067.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3UblEuu25fyzrDWCjzclKgTa-GCEnD1kYZxWlb0SOtwPBnjvgjYUTKJGdFMvxhQY4C2nDSjfXSq8hBuPhdLQiH4ip61sKC5bQfZbQe3XQWIle7ZcGKdisdJ_njMInKg8V8PBdly23lmr3aPXghjWix09tKjZsbHgmxslMSlTm-EVU84nJ-DLtA/s4032/IMG_4066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3UblEuu25fyzrDWCjzclKgTa-GCEnD1kYZxWlb0SOtwPBnjvgjYUTKJGdFMvxhQY4C2nDSjfXSq8hBuPhdLQiH4ip61sKC5bQfZbQe3XQWIle7ZcGKdisdJ_njMInKg8V8PBdly23lmr3aPXghjWix09tKjZsbHgmxslMSlTm-EVU84nJ-DLtA/w480-h640/IMG_4066.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Regular pilot? Fighter pilot? Who knows. He's just cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJ75kowaUACVBn-4CkO9gQHiXhLemBtYSnJpnL112S9-vlgRCsmzi8ZUorHBXH8eR9lHmcsvqbzhLSuovf7GFArY6_VDon7SJYF4PFxn2bUw6oxrDdHPgYD1OKItMwaU_7059V_7_0FSN5qxWpSBIAmjOjiS2g-tlUCXfZ0W-vYP_iF9jgik_Q/s3520/IMG_4061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6sJ75kowaUACVBn-4CkO9gQHiXhLemBtYSnJpnL112S9-vlgRCsmzi8ZUorHBXH8eR9lHmcsvqbzhLSuovf7GFArY6_VDon7SJYF4PFxn2bUw6oxrDdHPgYD1OKItMwaU_7059V_7_0FSN5qxWpSBIAmjOjiS2g-tlUCXfZ0W-vYP_iF9jgik_Q/w360-h640/IMG_4061.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pi0R0udChHmVVRSljtpTTRyFDjyjDijdnJvzhXezF1vbPJfm2aMn32qJNdi1bdxfkunM7zATJ_iRDBC7qZQZvVgaVCvM4eABa3kdUt4DtP9Duf1GEEJtlHI5_Sj3RkigY6Jzsnv5saRoXNeBPvK0NudWzG3K2QgoYbTVACA7DkIvgd1P-igFjg/s3520/IMG_4060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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So we could sit down in long lines. You can tell you're the youngest child when.....Mommy should be the one sitting not you, kid. And we just got here! We had a long drive in the car, too! Come on lazy bones!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsDKh3CNEdUBAgYaw-8qiIpR6iIepkpUHjPnh66ThsBTNOiFty7iFE5MHkEwgzPmkI0MmTLHQgHZjgyytM57drSk7QL4oQzaEXO54dxKB9IS75qrTXzxBpQLrrS6gurby07eprgUoY4okF964dWpdcX_FyOJYqAsekxHfmOABCUxpX81lqzVpCg/s4032/IMG_4038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAsDKh3CNEdUBAgYaw-8qiIpR6iIepkpUHjPnh66ThsBTNOiFty7iFE5MHkEwgzPmkI0MmTLHQgHZjgyytM57drSk7QL4oQzaEXO54dxKB9IS75qrTXzxBpQLrrS6gurby07eprgUoY4okF964dWpdcX_FyOJYqAsekxHfmOABCUxpX81lqzVpCg/w480-h640/IMG_4038.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The teens look soooo excited to be here. Not! Justin had a 15 minute notice that he was even going today. Well, I had thought I told him earlier in the week, but he wasn't listening.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMGw_6lgfOPX8uvXgsUv0CT4SgguE1ca8BCs6IKjS2jps4trc_ZK9gw9VlDukzCa4bLPDyu8SGHdSkJaVlOQigzZauB19BqceyU3OFtHz0qDeDSAzNmps8c328NK5xB-wAR9QcHn0jl7Y3WwrqeIqAF83MusaUwE1uKH28Cb9lAoyJ8_fHoforg/s3520/IMG_4035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIMGw_6lgfOPX8uvXgsUv0CT4SgguE1ca8BCs6IKjS2jps4trc_ZK9gw9VlDukzCa4bLPDyu8SGHdSkJaVlOQigzZauB19BqceyU3OFtHz0qDeDSAzNmps8c328NK5xB-wAR9QcHn0jl7Y3WwrqeIqAF83MusaUwE1uKH28Cb9lAoyJ8_fHoforg/w360-h640/IMG_4035.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We got to watch some of the planes as they were coming into the airspace while we were in line to get in. It was a long wait.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OQWtbUM9De_yUdHanNlL6LFQbnyvJR3OwVSfZhMO3VKsb5XMsJEUqP2CalcuobTR0qo50aXZSNsQ0jVHGAiVrhFp6Vgirr3NBAYUOLtShu9HfKfEAPyF2NJB4ABxe3K1pYnHsO1wm2YPgc3AfehCuuHxSkWRos0npEaRsj5COj-8SLgLL6OOJw/s3520/IMG_4034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OQWtbUM9De_yUdHanNlL6LFQbnyvJR3OwVSfZhMO3VKsb5XMsJEUqP2CalcuobTR0qo50aXZSNsQ0jVHGAiVrhFp6Vgirr3NBAYUOLtShu9HfKfEAPyF2NJB4ABxe3K1pYnHsO1wm2YPgc3AfehCuuHxSkWRos0npEaRsj5COj-8SLgLL6OOJw/w360-h640/IMG_4034.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5GwfPhKZTsIJMrlMw6OQuiaEluTIfjLlqyEyxAgrb4ernhxclOETd44F9Npv9LwduYIcOXGZNSKH1t9Cr98pzncNXvx58FdalaRRtiuA8_RuL2fHSmntC_IBgRfmToKwOy9-PbCGDOs0fUbOanO3ZcVd50gm4LmMW-0Sm1--uhVKbRS5TVvSGA/s4032/IMG_4031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu5GwfPhKZTsIJMrlMw6OQuiaEluTIfjLlqyEyxAgrb4ernhxclOETd44F9Npv9LwduYIcOXGZNSKH1t9Cr98pzncNXvx58FdalaRRtiuA8_RuL2fHSmntC_IBgRfmToKwOy9-PbCGDOs0fUbOanO3ZcVd50gm4LmMW-0Sm1--uhVKbRS5TVvSGA/w480-h640/IMG_4031.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPOAUw1RxcclGfKmehaPwH4hXL6KOKWf0qYVHAFoYOJ4yUXK1-Uj9juX5WnIL9aHiFbwGlSZO3_inl8taSTj7wy6myEKEnNIZbwbHNC3RFPpc9SfogwFEZvM8Crz9EeHHKLA21bdX2DcTlEjleTA-wg03gkqhy-QAS1NOAvcGVBm0OVcyqTFGJQ/s4032/IMG_4030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcPOAUw1RxcclGfKmehaPwH4hXL6KOKWf0qYVHAFoYOJ4yUXK1-Uj9juX5WnIL9aHiFbwGlSZO3_inl8taSTj7wy6myEKEnNIZbwbHNC3RFPpc9SfogwFEZvM8Crz9EeHHKLA21bdX2DcTlEjleTA-wg03gkqhy-QAS1NOAvcGVBm0OVcyqTFGJQ/w640-h480/IMG_4030.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone likes their lawn ornaments!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQYN7RnKmFF61pAeb9IfuMZ-AdYV-Frcpu1SDtpVPI25CTV9QT5-MkxHhBjtA4eIy89naTF13Jflt6zngdTAToHEC4GlltHtDPOA9xNbMyErS3ocmazzAsgkZs6SxAs5p4rHFhKif01-ruopCzeRygGgmdH2d0LdKJRP4hGIZt3BXQ-G6QfgR6w/s4032/IMG_4029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKQYN7RnKmFF61pAeb9IfuMZ-AdYV-Frcpu1SDtpVPI25CTV9QT5-MkxHhBjtA4eIy89naTF13Jflt6zngdTAToHEC4GlltHtDPOA9xNbMyErS3ocmazzAsgkZs6SxAs5p4rHFhKif01-ruopCzeRygGgmdH2d0LdKJRP4hGIZt3BXQ-G6QfgR6w/w640-h480/IMG_4029.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcABcrPZ8HisTP-d71it4Ew4OwyiNYoACbG0piE76WKk2lNAPrwmkh4sYQ8_1tJxhBsCLF3f6pooaDMgeUByF_EDDTmy2XHRVnYXNmGWD2zVA7ywfwHZsM8YwdkCNDx_o18_jj-nOLnaPBMBUKk5jpTLKfIvLBv5FF13hRFH9darH8NTuXH4LZg/s1792/IMG_4028.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcABcrPZ8HisTP-d71it4Ew4OwyiNYoACbG0piE76WKk2lNAPrwmkh4sYQ8_1tJxhBsCLF3f6pooaDMgeUByF_EDDTmy2XHRVnYXNmGWD2zVA7ywfwHZsM8YwdkCNDx_o18_jj-nOLnaPBMBUKk5jpTLKfIvLBv5FF13hRFH9darH8NTuXH4LZg/w296-h640/IMG_4028.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lovely day for an air show!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Sunday - </p><p>- We are all exhausted. Two days of being out in the warm sun for Abishai, Justin and I, and one day for Keturah and Jared, and we are all dragging. But, we just have to keep going. Keturah had worship team and then I guess she also had to help out extra with the other worship team or in her new 2's and 3's room or something, too. Justin was out of bed for only 2 minutes when Grandma honked her horn telling them that she was in the driveway ready to pick them up. Abishai was raring to go in his "church uniform," his gray pants with the hole in the knee and his red shirt with stripes, and I didn't have the heart to make him change. I guess he sees Keturah and Justin and Daddy wear the same shirt week to week so he figures he needs to wear the same shirt, too. I mean, this does bother me, we do have many church outfits for him, and I don't want his teachers to think we are poor and don't have enough, but when you put it that way, that it's a "uniform" and just symbolizes in your mind that you're getting ready for church, kind of like putting on the armor of God, then ok, what can I do about that? Not much.</p><p>- I opted to stay home and listen to both sermons thoroughly. I was thinking about taking a nap or showering or both. But then I also needed to spend an hour making one of the Every Plate meals because we were having dinner with Gary and Leah instead of lunch since Gary wasn't going to be back until 4pm from wherever he preached at this morning. I also didn't think I would stay awake during New Pal's sermon on Daniel 8, so I didn't want to embarrass myself this week like I did last week and nearly fall asleep sitting up! I instead drank coffee instead of tea and got to some journal writing. So I had a good morning at home for the most part. I played the "compare and contrast" game between the two churches, which is not a good game. So, I'll put that one aside. And I processed some more about my inadequacies of training up teens. I suck at being a mom of teens. I actually really do not like it at all. It has to do with my childhood traumas mostly, and being a teen during them. It just kind of sucks. And I feel like I was a successful mom until Benaiah was in 7th grade when things started falling apart. And that's about when I felt like I was fine as a kid and then I started having insecurities, too. So anyway, new stuff to explore and figure out and get better at. I'll never give up fully, but I do give up by the end of the day because I get tired, hit a wall, can't take any more verbal abuse from the teens (that's a big part of it, verbal abuse was part of my childhood from my father to my sister or my mother), etc.</p><p>- Lunch came out good. I switched out the hot sauce for the other sauce. Except, then I found out it had wheat in it! Who puts wheat with soy sauce to make a opaque looking Chinese sauce that still looks like soy sauce and call it panku sauce? What? I don't get it. But it was already in the meatballs and that was the only meat available, so I ate it anyway, hoping it was pretty diluted by then. We'll see how bad my pain is later. Abishai of course didn't like it, but that's too bad. I guess we could have offered him pizza. I just get tired of working around people's likes and dislikes. Some day they will be at other people's homes and they just have to eat what's in front of them. They can't be such picky eaters. He wasn't allowed to get into any other foods, either. I think Daddy finally finished Abishai's lunch and now he'll get to eat the Father's Day dinner that Grandma made. But he can't have any sweets at it. Sigh. That's the compromise I guess.</p><p>- Keturah had to mow after lunch because she was supposed to start mowing last night and she was too tired from walking around the air show. Of course, after she did one part, she said she was done until after supper. This was at 3pm. She still had 3 hrs until supper. I told her she could take a 30 minute break. She took a 60 minute break and then the mower wouldn't start. She had to wait another 30 minutes for Dad to start the mower. And she fussed some more. So instead of finishing the whole yard before dinner like she could have done today, she's only go the front yard done and a tiny bit of the back. Today is a little warmer than yesterday but tomorrow, we will be back up to 90 degrees. Grandma questioned why we were having her mow on a Sunday. Well, Grandma, lots of people do yardwork on Sundays. We work when we have time to work. We were out having fun yesterday, so we work today. We "rested" and "Sabbathed" aka spent time with family yesterday, so we do our work today. Of course Grandma still holds to the stricter traditions of no work on Sundays. I also redefine Sabbath and work, too. I actually "work" on Sunday because socializing is a different kind of "work" for me and it's exhausting. So Saturdays, although we do "work" according to the world's perspective, is actually more like a Sabbath to us because our work is restful, we work on our own stuff, we don't interact with many people, and we aren't doing things that are taxing our brains like the stuff we do during the week. We switch gears on Saturdays, focus on our J5/6 family, reconnect with each other as us, and our house. Then we separate and go our different ways starting on Sunday, which is the start of our actual work week, socializing, which for introverts, is hard work. It's not necessarily peaceful or restful or cup filling. It's exhausting and come Monday, we already need our first break from people. So we run our household very differently than most. We try not to do physical housework on a Sunday, but we were out on Saturday, so we squeeze it on Sunday while the weather was cooler. I just didn't expect Grandma to be so shocked still. We can always hear people mowing in our neighborhood on Sundays. Sometimes it's the only time they have to mow when they have kids in sports on Saturdays. It's not that unusual, really. Or if I've rested and listened to podcasts all day on Saturday, I'll be finishing up the blog or the IAHE newsletter or something else on Sunday afternoon. It doesn't matter when you Sabbath. Or really what you do or don't do. It's that you take the time to commune with God and then with God's people at least once per week. Lighten up on the legality of it. I commune with God sometimes way better at home on a Sunday morning than at the church building and sometimes I need to be in the church building with the people. Sometimes I need to be having those conversations in person with friends during the week, and sometimes, I have a late night chat and encouragement session with someone (to me or towards them) over FB messenger that is totally God honoring and full of Scripture references (at least phrases from Scripture that we both know well). There's no right way or wrong way. So, yes, my daughter needed to mow rather than sit in her bed all afternoon watching junk videos on YouTube. She was serving the family by taking care of the house, blessing the house. Just like I blessed the house by standing for 3 hrs cooking the noon meal, folding and putting laundry, washing up after the meal, checking this week's calendar, cleaning up the couch, feeding the dog, and all the million and one things I do every single day, Sabbath or not. Chores are chores, regardless of the day of the week on the calendar. Jesus did away with those strict laws anyway. </p><p> - The weather was so nice out tonight that we ate dinner on the deck! Hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill, tossed salad, fruit salad, green beans, tomato and rice with pork sausage, and ice cream cake for dessert. The typical summer faire. The men got some Dad cards and Gary opened up a yard game from Aaron where you throw a frisbee into basically a round bin for points. There's also a slit on the side where if you get the frisbee in, you get more points. Gary obviously read all the instructions on how to play the game and then he cheated according to Keturah. I would have skipped the points and just let Abishai try to get it in. It's hard enough just to get it over to the bins. Lol. Anyway, now Gary and Leah have the whole plethora of up to date yard games that the younger generations like. I mean, the older generations must like them, too, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten them. We'll see how it goes. Maybe our kids will play outside more at their house with all these games around. They kind of grew up out of blowing bubbles with Grandma and Grandpa and riding bikes down the driveway. </p><p>- Dinner conversation centered around today's sermon at Indian Creek on unity, which to me was yes, very pointed, but nothing really out of the ordinary from what Gary would have said about it. Benaiah was all hyped up about what Dan said. Benaiah thinks Dan and the church is where it's all that, and that may be true. I just did a little calculation by looking at Indian Creek's current staff. First of all, I pulled up the staff directly and I had no clue how much changeover there has been in the last 6 months. So much changeover that there isn't pictures for some of the spots and I have no clue who these people are by there names alone. I jotted down how many people were our age and had children around our older kids' ages. Only about 25% of the current staff our age or older and have kids around our kids' older kids ages. That number was closer to 50% just a few years ago. No wonder I feel like the millennials are taking over! It's because they are! And I did this because it was announced that Tom Harrigan and his wife are leaving to go preach at another church. They are just a few years older than us and they are like the only other couple I sort of trust in the staff. Poof! Gone! I think I left just in time before the 20 yr olds and 30 year olds take over for good. No wonder I feel so left out. They changed the staff, they've now changed the aesthetic, they all drink spiritual milk because they grew up on spiritual milk in the 90's and early 2000's, and they aren't ready for the deep stuff. Well, let them all grow together as one unit. I don't have time and energy to play mentor there anymore. And, no wonder they are short on volunteers. There are dozens upon dozens like me who have left, not just on these minor things that were talked about in the sermon today, but because we were crowded out by the next generation. We no longer had a place to be. They did away with our Sunday school classes, and our in depth Bible study classes. They only served spiritual milk. There was nothing keeping us there. Basic sermons and these basic Rooted groups. Starting over, pushing out any policy or group that didn't fit their agenda. We voiced our concerns and we weren't listened to. We were only seen as complainers and whiners that wanted to stir up trouble or that we were sinful because we cared more about the color of the carpet rather than the unity of the church. No, I tell you, the people of my generation (or the ones I more identify with which is the Gen Xers, or rather the 40-60 yr old's) that have left, left for more than 1 reason, and for much deeper reasons than a coat of paint. And they also left after much prayer and thought as I have. Pastor Dan, it's not about the 5in by 7in piece of cloth over your face and the policy you and the elders decided to enforce that caused me to loose my only contact with a community there. It's about the overall changeover and transition from one generation to the next, totally skipping the one in between, and not providing any kind of buffer zone or effort to maintain us. And now, the ones who could have been the volunteers in Sunday School because we don't have to get our kids out the door on a Sunday morning, aren't there to fill that need. We're gone. Now, you have to beg the parents of the kids you are trying to give a break, too, the ones already frazzled, the ones already overwhelmed, to help out. Well, good luck with that. I hope you all grow together from the ground up. You missed out on a wonderful generation. You can be heartbroken when people leave over one little reason like paint color or music choice. But I can guarantee, if that's what they express to you in a one minute conversation, there's actually a million and one other reasons they've chosen to move on. And I'm not going to let you stand there and call me sinful and condemn me from the pulpit and throw Scripture at me telling me I'm causing disunity because I simple don't like the black and white color scheme and I hate concrete floors and the music is too loud. All of these things are legitimate reasons to not attend a certain church. People have physical and mental issues to contend with. You are not being very sensitive at all. I will not be a pushover just because I have an opinion. You are saying to not speak up at all. Just shut up and do what you're told for the sake of peace. I will not tolerate that. Tell me when and where it is appropriate to speak up and I might change my tune. But alas, you didn't provide a place for that today. You just picked on the naysayers. Again. Thanks. I'm glad to not be going to your church anymore.</p><p>- And then, Gary asked Justin one more time about Israel. Justin said, no, let someone else who really wants to go have the spot. Gary turns to Keturah and says, what about you, do you want to go? Um, wait a minute, how about asking the parents if she can first? Um, no, she doesn't have a passport. Um, you're putting it on me to fastrack another passport before she turns 16 so it's only good 5 years, again? What a freaking waste! How about you give me the evening to think about it first? How about we discuss this? Was is it so important for you to fill that spot with one of MY kids? Why can't I experience this trip with my kids when I'm ready? She's my daughter. Just like Aaron, Shauna, and the girls and me done with it. This has been such a freaking nightmare of a trip. Three years in the making? And we've had to say no a billion times, and Gary keeps coming back to it. Just pressuring me. Maybe my kids are just not meant to go. Take your free tix and give it to someone else. What if I just want to go with my kids on my own dime someday. It's not like you care about my other kids' real lives anyway. I could barely change the subject long enough to talk about the airshow and Gary wasn't interested. I tried to get Abishai to talk about Sunday School and the subject changed again. We didn't talk about going to the pool on Friday or Kellies' pool on Tuesday. Or anything else that happend in the J5's world this past week. Or what's going on in my head. Nope. Leah kept changing the subject to random things like she was flipping TV channels. It's mentally exhausting. I was trying to eat and pick through my dinner, just trying to keep it together. I was having a hard time swallowing. I had just finished my coffee at home and wasn't quite hungry for all the things on my plate. Anyway, so I don't know what to do. I want to be extremely selfish and say no. Just take the other 4 and be done with it. Hold to my convictions. Stop pestering us about it. But then I'll be seen as weird and selfish I'm sure. I had already forgotten the plate Leah wanted to put the ice cream cake on. Well you didn't tell when you wanted it back. I got caught up in actually having fun this week. Next time, don't send it home with me.</p><p>- So, t-minus 11 hrs until I make a final decision. I have Keturah writing up why she wants to go and how it would benefit her. I can't just rely on "because she needs it, maybe she'll get closer to Jesus" kind of statements. I've brought that girl to every single Jesus experience there is. She doesn't need more of those experiences. She needs her mom. Being with her Grandparents and a bunch of random, probably older people is not going to appeal to her. Plus, it's in 16 weeks, how am I supposed to get a passport in 16 weeks? Sigh. And now Justin is asking for a ride to Kya's house tomorrow and I am not done blogging. Sigh. Life marches on.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeEHt-vOQ1Hfdyg0lE3FeFDX6uCeu8DfLrSXwLR6M62Qn9XdvQPQ_9JcW14AntXz5Nyq-e_UVsOm2_C5OlZPISYz1tGUVTuavDC_PrBWDxaZYfdZVUD1mrVlY_azaPPggKlVtiHQFTamIxbYPDkAdw_llKrzv9EYEYWFC-fUyQSIl9Wl46r7SbQ/s526/287871785_5934847366526390_3485555188538145695_n.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeEHt-vOQ1Hfdyg0lE3FeFDX6uCeu8DfLrSXwLR6M62Qn9XdvQPQ_9JcW14AntXz5Nyq-e_UVsOm2_C5OlZPISYz1tGUVTuavDC_PrBWDxaZYfdZVUD1mrVlY_azaPPggKlVtiHQFTamIxbYPDkAdw_llKrzv9EYEYWFC-fUyQSIl9Wl46r7SbQ/s320/287871785_5934847366526390_3485555188538145695_n.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, even when I was getting more sleep than I do now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxJvCKnogBDDs1ZwYNSO7yPU__-q9Pj9GicS8CECFshsbaFwJ6V8FGkxAokt6EjpuKvw6qD91z1JbUAiDY1a99XrsQQcbkDsABg_QCq_aKwmbW-ItIjiaoi8ZNAz1RSBuqg0xgADzXCg3r2afyhis84vNpGxWOM3RPiE-d58Ahova9ECQyXj-Bw/s4032/IMG_0960.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIxJvCKnogBDDs1ZwYNSO7yPU__-q9Pj9GicS8CECFshsbaFwJ6V8FGkxAokt6EjpuKvw6qD91z1JbUAiDY1a99XrsQQcbkDsABg_QCq_aKwmbW-ItIjiaoi8ZNAz1RSBuqg0xgADzXCg3r2afyhis84vNpGxWOM3RPiE-d58Ahova9ECQyXj-Bw/w640-h480/IMG_0960.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aaron, Shauna, Everly and Nora sent a new lawn game to Grandpa for Father's Day, the frisbee and can game. Of course Grandpa wanted to know what the rules were so he could break them and win, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxFG0QKL2iCtKwcNm3srg0OMOhlb7-HYHWFj_rc5RsVNIS_OOuLzTJTBZrnyc7ffknvDp5avIxPl9c8QGNuAdSNawb654GkQCKTh2DxPp8DIHMLtyNX4GUnh_trRAxontRDUUMoo7fzajAT6EUKLK0Aexnv7eOy7gG9ILDNzw6pk2QIRDxPxw8g/s4032/IMG_0961.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxFG0QKL2iCtKwcNm3srg0OMOhlb7-HYHWFj_rc5RsVNIS_OOuLzTJTBZrnyc7ffknvDp5avIxPl9c8QGNuAdSNawb654GkQCKTh2DxPp8DIHMLtyNX4GUnh_trRAxontRDUUMoo7fzajAT6EUKLK0Aexnv7eOy7gG9ILDNzw6pk2QIRDxPxw8g/w640-h480/IMG_0961.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7O9jdpFBuAIy-RwgElBgAfc3PjRNgZ2WCxEhwyavo5rZMMwOvFngC4cOYSwrKtt0xHGIf3GTvrlRetXbCztwjSJXvbZxIitZgAupEQo8XAj36MU8YJm4JXizaSEfj0nf4D3iokawbgJ75SIh69j757ki9DbY7ycyXk-XQe3ER1dlGvHu9pu0U-w/s4032/IMG_0962.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7O9jdpFBuAIy-RwgElBgAfc3PjRNgZ2WCxEhwyavo5rZMMwOvFngC4cOYSwrKtt0xHGIf3GTvrlRetXbCztwjSJXvbZxIitZgAupEQo8XAj36MU8YJm4JXizaSEfj0nf4D3iokawbgJ75SIh69j757ki9DbY7ycyXk-XQe3ER1dlGvHu9pu0U-w/w640-h480/IMG_0962.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfoWQzFTPLJh2vvHOHmDvbuMMQmKdN58tS2EKChh-4JJHlqsRerv971J91Zz7Q7pNrZZLSd9n3qxbqJVkpd_vl2REsceMcKIo48bV31dirMtMlHKyOwBInR4POQ5t4keF6QVzvo1KEA1wCF5SIVwFmed-z9GmyD9HOrljWZQYXNwvoc9FTcIeJ1g/s1080/IMG_4191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfoWQzFTPLJh2vvHOHmDvbuMMQmKdN58tS2EKChh-4JJHlqsRerv971J91Zz7Q7pNrZZLSd9n3qxbqJVkpd_vl2REsceMcKIo48bV31dirMtMlHKyOwBInR4POQ5t4keF6QVzvo1KEA1wCF5SIVwFmed-z9GmyD9HOrljWZQYXNwvoc9FTcIeJ1g/s320/IMG_4191.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQipqeK7LVK0tJglmVzkStsDJ4WphEAm2-u9k5hTkUCxJRzSX5YdlSfxj3tWWU_BV_8Ln-i7Vhe8bTptovAo6eaglmjTubVKOHQroC26heCmt6UorKBrxpEIuFEJ5ZTc6-v1JiGZJ2nyKN7vI_xIvKKf1Q1P2zYlV021Cc8I8hv-5sutIt8GSqHg/s1792/IMG_4192.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQipqeK7LVK0tJglmVzkStsDJ4WphEAm2-u9k5hTkUCxJRzSX5YdlSfxj3tWWU_BV_8Ln-i7Vhe8bTptovAo6eaglmjTubVKOHQroC26heCmt6UorKBrxpEIuFEJ5ZTc6-v1JiGZJ2nyKN7vI_xIvKKf1Q1P2zYlV021Cc8I8hv-5sutIt8GSqHg/w296-h640/IMG_4192.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52ELoYgjmEtL3daibRLELAwXXJhMnMW4avy_T1sbsw1l2LrzzmMj7T6454HxzU5TSbjGPu-YICPeKLJVPcHE51T2cxnsoy5h_o0YyuD7F_Ej7fWK-ocy0kRWEa8Rvj--PAX7rWs3UfFx0-pq8_HXjj9u6vk3QqvqkHDbKdXIjFEgpEpNOOOcs5Q/s4032/IMG_4194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52ELoYgjmEtL3daibRLELAwXXJhMnMW4avy_T1sbsw1l2LrzzmMj7T6454HxzU5TSbjGPu-YICPeKLJVPcHE51T2cxnsoy5h_o0YyuD7F_Ej7fWK-ocy0kRWEa8Rvj--PAX7rWs3UfFx0-pq8_HXjj9u6vk3QqvqkHDbKdXIjFEgpEpNOOOcs5Q/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Soda that they handed out to the Dad's at Indian Creek. It looks all good from the front. Interesting brand.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXa_ks1EKQwAd44XgrnmccBtISD8MeZuJufwLHFxr_QVKglcYlOFzLqBQQ8p1wN7i7eD7c6Ccke03ZXephjury74u1xHL0s81TFCiZKOkKcF5ySgTcKHIDpsJimyMjl9KmwOlKl-B5GKLtpop1cNGopWmUa2fSdMni84PYHaDjCU-DSxAHkOKAw/s4032/IMG_4195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbXa_ks1EKQwAd44XgrnmccBtISD8MeZuJufwLHFxr_QVKglcYlOFzLqBQQ8p1wN7i7eD7c6Ccke03ZXephjury74u1xHL0s81TFCiZKOkKcF5ySgTcKHIDpsJimyMjl9KmwOlKl-B5GKLtpop1cNGopWmUa2fSdMni84PYHaDjCU-DSxAHkOKAw/w480-h640/IMG_4195.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now check out the sugar count! 47 grams of sugar!!! That's double what it should be! GROSS!!!!! Not worth even my sip! grosss!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQw4r0hbvR4E5FX6BqXptWjlBYYqJNTCu7LQv_Pb95vxBExRRuZV_k-jdin7vAxZdMd2mKulI9AIU32bKBKTStv0ooKYaBHUT8KJz9I1GtdpV0vLCQhbV3yMr8Gn29GYRxUd6gp60lhv0mofw7SCqTZuJ2dcOuCBYpg0auSeDJgrcJ79rTNhhzA/s4032/IMG_4196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQw4r0hbvR4E5FX6BqXptWjlBYYqJNTCu7LQv_Pb95vxBExRRuZV_k-jdin7vAxZdMd2mKulI9AIU32bKBKTStv0ooKYaBHUT8KJz9I1GtdpV0vLCQhbV3yMr8Gn29GYRxUd6gp60lhv0mofw7SCqTZuJ2dcOuCBYpg0auSeDJgrcJ79rTNhhzA/s320/IMG_4196.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I stayed home and enjoyed both sermons and had time to cook lunch and such.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TarpG8HnnlgZqQh4NYKkVcde_-LqHpW1D0ornyWiLAMljWaLr4wZxlKn3z2QC3fNfHeEweetPwM4ebz1fZ7gtgC_HBz_c48jw2Qt8HylBm7liish9EUS0ExiQaIpGBKFPfVWiVoQ6JhU2ZKLZpV_iSPaZiUcbDARD3gXTVEdzcGiAn1FoTxdkw/s4032/IMG_4198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1TarpG8HnnlgZqQh4NYKkVcde_-LqHpW1D0ornyWiLAMljWaLr4wZxlKn3z2QC3fNfHeEweetPwM4ebz1fZ7gtgC_HBz_c48jw2Qt8HylBm7liish9EUS0ExiQaIpGBKFPfVWiVoQ6JhU2ZKLZpV_iSPaZiUcbDARD3gXTVEdzcGiAn1FoTxdkw/s320/IMG_4198.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai earns bouncy balls at church for bringing his Bible and saying his Bible verse. He's getting quite a collection now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKhRV1YzdfQih1csd9Xhdmd7_LGColZRZbLXuLkbdPPN7et5o0pPAdI9dm8IPQ3i8EQNy42D7FHT8jPUvDUmdS8TIWgMdLgLgZb_xkBuwjuWtSr-a4nWchFkVyHkQaOWPVuSj99Rh1XbikU-Nlm7nX55o_Df4w5cUHytV3pGEVBzZvdMCMp0Ftg/s4032/IMG_4199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKhRV1YzdfQih1csd9Xhdmd7_LGColZRZbLXuLkbdPPN7et5o0pPAdI9dm8IPQ3i8EQNy42D7FHT8jPUvDUmdS8TIWgMdLgLgZb_xkBuwjuWtSr-a4nWchFkVyHkQaOWPVuSj99Rh1XbikU-Nlm7nX55o_Df4w5cUHytV3pGEVBzZvdMCMp0Ftg/s320/IMG_4199.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I slaved over this for over an hour. You better like it!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvdzxcm9DhuQs77Ufcz0TIDmtFmCaBFXO_Bs838tkKegBAl0VY3P5oEOJ4_eS6lPDsf0tX5z25yehiSd3ulhmxxJzRPs2B3tkYJuZpJOOsnD5BjeXDd6ACdHpkCdfmXrELuLz7QKzpnCPmKnzwRxTAZCpgLTFR25kXBF6nQzroN3SaTc-mOQTJA/s4032/IMG_4200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQvdzxcm9DhuQs77Ufcz0TIDmtFmCaBFXO_Bs838tkKegBAl0VY3P5oEOJ4_eS6lPDsf0tX5z25yehiSd3ulhmxxJzRPs2B3tkYJuZpJOOsnD5BjeXDd6ACdHpkCdfmXrELuLz7QKzpnCPmKnzwRxTAZCpgLTFR25kXBF6nQzroN3SaTc-mOQTJA/w480-h640/IMG_4200.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks pretty close! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kNM7Fw_RpsGavlHIt9f55NGhms5-BM-o4r_2N2CQuVGD7K3K72D8MO-G-oibWCxpOwhYVKolUbGaRJECk1K-u3AVap77wZoxWbIb9jykjpZy44REansA3LPdyfaeFyNjTtgs8LnFfcI-_3SUtnGhrAVX30F5ddT9vaXHgjE6x6IKsHMhwUAlYw/s3520/IMG_4202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_kNM7Fw_RpsGavlHIt9f55NGhms5-BM-o4r_2N2CQuVGD7K3K72D8MO-G-oibWCxpOwhYVKolUbGaRJECk1K-u3AVap77wZoxWbIb9jykjpZy44REansA3LPdyfaeFyNjTtgs8LnFfcI-_3SUtnGhrAVX30F5ddT9vaXHgjE6x6IKsHMhwUAlYw/w360-h640/IMG_4202.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai thought that since it was Father's Day that Daddy needed some special table decorations.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTTsVIVxnZjiXzymJkvgxCNm1UezguhmBq9MzhHLXy4d_wFsjdhUVDC5TaA-MWor995MRahuw1cJHdxUCLXtpI_0Z2OQaV5hjjOA0pGdQ4s98obrK9ir2X0BnD0PZ83WLCZo00MdINcKoQbKGHSCBonoED6zVDS6nEe8HZ340GnDv1BYLp-lNVw/s4032/IMG_4204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTTsVIVxnZjiXzymJkvgxCNm1UezguhmBq9MzhHLXy4d_wFsjdhUVDC5TaA-MWor995MRahuw1cJHdxUCLXtpI_0Z2OQaV5hjjOA0pGdQ4s98obrK9ir2X0BnD0PZ83WLCZo00MdINcKoQbKGHSCBonoED6zVDS6nEe8HZ340GnDv1BYLp-lNVw/w480-h640/IMG_4204.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqmGFCyFMgMc6z1wNJlK3N3RJAhn2ullizKEHv2ZXyRz74kyKooHX43K2218zyUZog21gN-Lkm3kEEj3yBiQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXyCrIu-7j6qGIYDnKwOadqmgJuxPEkaBhNy6MTXu1Zg9ftzAioEKv1vjopzC8vSb01o2PhLa3bGYpEEFQcVA2H_Ffm0wlVbLlMlnwPTwssRm6t_xG_5q-zPGSg476uQeRMfiL21DTHc5_I7nL2D_UWFgvWkMOC6jjbZ-rqLnntbsYuceVX8WPQ/s4032/IMG_4205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXyCrIu-7j6qGIYDnKwOadqmgJuxPEkaBhNy6MTXu1Zg9ftzAioEKv1vjopzC8vSb01o2PhLa3bGYpEEFQcVA2H_Ffm0wlVbLlMlnwPTwssRm6t_xG_5q-zPGSg476uQeRMfiL21DTHc5_I7nL2D_UWFgvWkMOC6jjbZ-rqLnntbsYuceVX8WPQ/w480-h640/IMG_4205.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think they liked it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_-th2ny66bFabLbdDowIn0365UeXR3an8lnYZDxHS73eWmevyzCUK87NYkgi0Qtk9BGuFAVWXbcaVA6WkUysFMBj6dRWqyTQB3k3muAF1zKI_J4b_ZE2ZYrAirpADfZs0Fti2rRB81KbQaXlhbPdlDjhxxN7V2IpgYGfBU6YPdio4zpWDXBAig/s4032/IMG_4206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_-th2ny66bFabLbdDowIn0365UeXR3an8lnYZDxHS73eWmevyzCUK87NYkgi0Qtk9BGuFAVWXbcaVA6WkUysFMBj6dRWqyTQB3k3muAF1zKI_J4b_ZE2ZYrAirpADfZs0Fti2rRB81KbQaXlhbPdlDjhxxN7V2IpgYGfBU6YPdio4zpWDXBAig/w480-h640/IMG_4206.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our resident bunny was taking care of the front weeds for us! Nom, nom, nom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNilXKfl9mm-gKXU500ABC76OZ8Oq6XveQ0uMdfRg0S1VXwkCIsI9p7n7lL8V-co-GKwM8WyvBvjn6G1XaKAAyBTm9O_uDxI0OC8P8KjS--a-MV27MSKIZMg1xLqZvkIgWM1zlvlqTaLUn-Ka2snJXDiDPAhaMNZx1eegaEICp6e3ht_pjx16OQ/s3520/IMG_4207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNilXKfl9mm-gKXU500ABC76OZ8Oq6XveQ0uMdfRg0S1VXwkCIsI9p7n7lL8V-co-GKwM8WyvBvjn6G1XaKAAyBTm9O_uDxI0OC8P8KjS--a-MV27MSKIZMg1xLqZvkIgWM1zlvlqTaLUn-Ka2snJXDiDPAhaMNZx1eegaEICp6e3ht_pjx16OQ/w360-h640/IMG_4207.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love that little white spot on it's face. That's how we know it's our bunny.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfIZKkuQXuBJWWF_S4Sxb1dRGY2s8bhgundxcybiFb3QbJfhNicd-0VnueNIKmti3sqQ91mx5D_D6w3tnRRtvfTo6LQzoGCq6NjPxG3FBmNyZ8fJYoTsn0ApMjO8s8L4hBhsUcZYVbFykdHZCohdhnugzB0RnDgo9Zbl7VV1569aHp2R_0qlvwQ/s3520/IMG_4209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfIZKkuQXuBJWWF_S4Sxb1dRGY2s8bhgundxcybiFb3QbJfhNicd-0VnueNIKmti3sqQ91mx5D_D6w3tnRRtvfTo6LQzoGCq6NjPxG3FBmNyZ8fJYoTsn0ApMjO8s8L4hBhsUcZYVbFykdHZCohdhnugzB0RnDgo9Zbl7VV1569aHp2R_0qlvwQ/w360-h640/IMG_4209.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So beautiful!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-zfvDLXc5g3fMvCg7W9NZMr0hZEv3qbrB2q02gyFlrjg8nLcgOieFyaC4D-zeF-8rzLK67b1N7GKkaq_3CMTBfWmIq8l70Z-VL8_eSpCNuA6178BIOPJttWAKGde9FQkRl2Gjaxbd9UflxtjIZlTXc8Bm6AUlQqEhnphAf0LIt-dWlPC3uTvhg/s4032/IMG_4211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-zfvDLXc5g3fMvCg7W9NZMr0hZEv3qbrB2q02gyFlrjg8nLcgOieFyaC4D-zeF-8rzLK67b1N7GKkaq_3CMTBfWmIq8l70Z-VL8_eSpCNuA6178BIOPJttWAKGde9FQkRl2Gjaxbd9UflxtjIZlTXc8Bm6AUlQqEhnphAf0LIt-dWlPC3uTvhg/w480-h640/IMG_4211.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Healthy bunny!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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He looks so big on a tiny bike, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkLKvo9JLv1iJYeGqvIZRUtaxIwsqeLUt8bgdWROe9zHP0fLfN6_WVc5_Mc2m_Eh77DdzjJphCfeYiUsdqLoXIFKNnh2V6XRo6GKWgKZ0i0CQo1iVfxn2jMN6JYUu-nJi2n7xBjQ8OBGAcrT8x3_BU1APBSP_-6PKBSS2Ll2QSL5HYE2KeCSGgg/s1792/IMG_4223.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkLKvo9JLv1iJYeGqvIZRUtaxIwsqeLUt8bgdWROe9zHP0fLfN6_WVc5_Mc2m_Eh77DdzjJphCfeYiUsdqLoXIFKNnh2V6XRo6GKWgKZ0i0CQo1iVfxn2jMN6JYUu-nJi2n7xBjQ8OBGAcrT8x3_BU1APBSP_-6PKBSS2Ll2QSL5HYE2KeCSGgg/w296-h640/IMG_4223.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think my husband had a great Father's Day weekend. At least until I screwed it up with being triggered with what was said at dinner, but that's Monday's problem. Sunday was great.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-87207888461224234512022-06-13T23:19:00.003-03:002022-06-13T23:20:35.994-03:00Year 7, June 6th-12th, 2022: Last of the Cool Weather<p> Monday - </p><p>- It was a productive Monday. It started with a phone call from the vet asking what I'd like to do with Socks, either an appointment or start a new pain medication, or just come in to be checked. We settled on going ahead with x-rays and be preparing for the worst (cancer) and hoping for the best (just arthritis). But in order to do that, we have to drop him off first thing in the morning, which means driving up there during rush hour. Not fun. And because we have a busy day with back to back doctor visits. I'm going to be in the car all day! Thankfully we have until 7pm to get him. I hate for him to be there all day.</p><p>- After that, I got Keturah a counseling appointment for next week. Then I checked email and got that figured out, until the mail came and I freaked out because the house insurance said it was over do. Well, I don't get the memo that it was even due. So, I had to fix that straight away. And do my normal morning routine.</p><p>- I'm trying to remember now what all I did, but I know I kept busy all day. I picked up Justin at 2:30 and heard him tell a story of how someone brought back one of the free kitties because they didn't like how it scratched him and how it wouldn't cuddle when he wanted it to. Clearly this person didn't know how kittens behave. But someone else did because it was already gone again by the time Abishai and I arrived, lol. After that I had a massage today, which felt wonderful. I didn't feel like I was in pain but my muscles felt "crunchy" at first and then "smooth" when she was done. All the nerves and fibers were back into place. Ah....</p><p>- I rushed back home to try to put some spaghetti and meatballs together and then take Abishai to karate while Jared had Bbile study. Well, come to find out, the studio is closed for the week and it was announced on the private FB page and through email and we aren't on those. Whoops. So we have the week off. Abishai said he was excited for the break. Ok, But when I asked him if I could sign him up for VBS at New Pal Bible Church and that he would have to give up another week of karate, he said no, and that he doesn't want to go to another church. Ok, fine, I'm not going to make you. I just think every kid should try out one VBS in their lifetime. Keturah and Justin did a VBS on PEI at a different church than the one we were attending. It worked out great. So I know this would be fine, too. But whatever, I can't make him.</p><p>- So we came home, and I took a shower instead. And now I'm exhausted and falling asleep, making this entry take twice as long. Grrr. It's been a long day and tomorrow is even longer. I need to start my TV shows so I can go bed. Bye!<br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SGgv_xh1dqlCSBEA4BZD9gT7vGh6TcJfJQSPH13fShlDgLDTSnsr-njChUMn4ABmkN3IuHnsaIRHGV9o417DwutUwzIfKI4B9OF3hkp4iHHrQYXKgKLMUZ3ipAbnU-QRKxtL1BBx8B60xQwZW5dojUxYNPUjbPjX9-FN7oHn6QO9IkAryPi0JA/s4032/IMG_3701.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SGgv_xh1dqlCSBEA4BZD9gT7vGh6TcJfJQSPH13fShlDgLDTSnsr-njChUMn4ABmkN3IuHnsaIRHGV9o417DwutUwzIfKI4B9OF3hkp4iHHrQYXKgKLMUZ3ipAbnU-QRKxtL1BBx8B60xQwZW5dojUxYNPUjbPjX9-FN7oHn6QO9IkAryPi0JA/s320/IMG_3701.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh oh. Abishai decided to take it upon himself to get the mini pocket knife down from the wall in the boys' room since he's "in second grade" which qualifies him as a "big kid" and do every like the other big kids do. Well, pocket knives don't do so well on freezie pops, bud. He did hang it back up. It looks like Daddy needs to give him some lessons on how to handle a knife. I could, but it's kind of a father/son deal in our household. This is what happens when you have older siblings that already have these things. You automatically think you're older than you really are.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVyHcUwhORcyuMOGostZxXwn-lcxCfszVyNhgX-5FVocad-9mru7VnjTK0rFDZX0rKUHSOjthP2ZRiy44dZ_IqV6-2wTdY6Adp1DEX-uYUE2LbH41cFemvd0fmBkIB1bBiJcFRy-xcdqsU6uo5QW_s0U0yX9XswmSQP960VkzTEkXGLr1hs04Dg/s1792/IMG_3702.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVyHcUwhORcyuMOGostZxXwn-lcxCfszVyNhgX-5FVocad-9mru7VnjTK0rFDZX0rKUHSOjthP2ZRiy44dZ_IqV6-2wTdY6Adp1DEX-uYUE2LbH41cFemvd0fmBkIB1bBiJcFRy-xcdqsU6uo5QW_s0U0yX9XswmSQP960VkzTEkXGLr1hs04Dg/w296-h640/IMG_3702.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You never know when and where someone's going to talk about your father in law's books. Abby Jackson has been a good friend for years and was part of our small groups until we left for Canada. Knowing Abby, I'm super glad that this book has had a major impact on her life. She actually started a resale shop to get rid of her extra clothes a few years ago. I'm sure it all started with Gary's usual sermons on the topic, and when the book was originally given out and/or available to purchase back then. But I'm glad it's continuing to be life affirming for her as well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7Do5n1UgHiyAZBuzW0HzhG4430hLAabJXp87AjevIVausR05RRkA247693lLloLHRJMguiQWy9loCS25EYXgv5XO5r9v8Zj7BXUZEDzNipjV2CtR7XBS3QMirqcaHxcrY2oEIrw7wzStPmzzYkq-Kl5BUVcgXd--Q0_RNh_0E7Nf0wUd-3H4ww/s1792/IMG_3703.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI7Do5n1UgHiyAZBuzW0HzhG4430hLAabJXp87AjevIVausR05RRkA247693lLloLHRJMguiQWy9loCS25EYXgv5XO5r9v8Zj7BXUZEDzNipjV2CtR7XBS3QMirqcaHxcrY2oEIrw7wzStPmzzYkq-Kl5BUVcgXd--Q0_RNh_0E7Nf0wUd-3H4ww/w296-h640/IMG_3703.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course others chimed in in the comments. I've read it, I think, once. Or I at least skimmed it. Pretty basic stuff. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaons78l60BEfUVLs87QBtNjGGV-BW_Ri6vTOQx0Spk-ZTL8JXjO9UyhfirQbov-pGEVmQCavjOuUC0lJeGRr97s3sl-fIgtE6Wk-n44owotuDDwsseXmJDKPbOSKyTCgArnQuXr5gaFZz7SduWGfP1-r5BhouyZqF7Edm6OIHzB9qiBCd1f_xgA/s4032/IMG_3704.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaons78l60BEfUVLs87QBtNjGGV-BW_Ri6vTOQx0Spk-ZTL8JXjO9UyhfirQbov-pGEVmQCavjOuUC0lJeGRr97s3sl-fIgtE6Wk-n44owotuDDwsseXmJDKPbOSKyTCgArnQuXr5gaFZz7SduWGfP1-r5BhouyZqF7Edm6OIHzB9qiBCd1f_xgA/s320/IMG_3704.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was walking into my massage appointment today when I realized that 20 years ago at this very hospital in this very wing of this hospital, we were officially discharged from the OB unit to go upstairs to the "Inn at St. Francis" for one night's extra stay. It was a brand new unit designed for those having to stay longer while their loved one is being observed overnight or something. It was built there before all the hotels were built up in the area on County Line. Well, once those hotels went up, and the heart hospital wing was built, the Inn was repurposed again into something else because it's no longer there. There's a new building not connected to the main building but still on campus called, "Hospice House," so I don't know if that's similar to the Inn or maybe it's similar to the Rose unit at Methodist that my mom was on where there's minimal tubes and machines as a loved one dies. Therefore it's much more like home. ANYWAY, we are talking about how 20 years ago to the DAY Benaiah and I were being discharged from here. Wow! Two decades! I feel so old! But I'm grateful it's still here because the hospital I was born at no longer exists. #memories<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- It was one of those drive lots of miles days, and it started early at 7:45am!!! Yes! Before tea and breakfast! I dropped Socks off at the vet to get x-rays done of his hips, knees, and backside because he's been tucking his legs under like he's in a lot of pain. Abishai came with me and the sensitive little guy did not want to let go of Socks. But Socks was fine and indeed when I picked him up again at 6:45pm, Socks was very tired and I'm guessing it was because he had been people and dog and cat watching all day from his cage all day. I assume he was in a kennel or large cage from just knowing what I saw when I volunteered at a small animal hospital and what I've seen on Bondi Vet's YouTube channel. But, the good thing is that they didn't have to sedate him (which I requested that they didn't because we didn't need to stress out his heart even more and I knew he would lay still anyway) and his x-rays were clean. He has arthritis, but there's rubbing of bone on bone and no bone spurs or cancerous looking spots or anything out of the ordinary for a dog his age. So we are just going to add gabapentin to his medication routine and hopefully that will help. Yes, the same gabapentin I take, just 1 capsule of 300mg instead of the 3 capsules I take. It's probably even going to be the same exact formulation as mine. Oh well. But I'm happy I pushed for the x-rays because now we have a good baseline for any problems further along. And the clinic, bless their hearts, only charged me for 3 x-rays when they took like 7 views. And the vet checked him out, too. The whole thing cost less than $300. Which is a lot cheaper than I thought it would be. And it's not cheap care, not at all. They just don't overcharge you and don't push for extra things to be done. The vet even called me asking why I wanted x-rays because he didn't really think it was necessary. Well, I wanted to see if there was something I needed to address but the vet in me wanted to see my own dog's insides! Yes, Socks is my little vet experiment. I'm glad my dog is very healthy for his age. </p><p>- Then I went home for most of the morning and rested. Oh, I also made taco meat for dinner. We prepped the strawberries we picked last week and put them on tray to put in the freezer. After lunch, we started on the non stop traveling. Abishai had a follow up appointment for his ADHD medication at 2:15pm. We raised his dosage from 4ml to 5ml to see if that will have more effect since he's having no side effects on this medication and 4ml was the minimal dosage. And we will change it over from the liquid to chewable when we finish the liquid. Easy peasy. Then we got back in time for Jared and I to go to Greenwood for our counseling appointment. I was meh the whole way there, during, and after because I was so exhausted. I barely could think and for me, the appointment wasn't very productive. I just kept thinking, "I want to go home, I don't want to talk about this or work on this right now. I've got other things to do." We got home, Justin and I ate quickly, and then I had Justin drive me up to the vet clinic to get Socks before they closed at 7.</p><p>- Oh my word, I hate teaching kids to drive. When Jared and I were dating, I told him multiple times that I would not be teaching our kids to drive. And then I'm sure I said it multiple times a year since then. So why am I being forced to be involved now? Yes, we were blessed that it worked out with Benaiah and him driving to and from school and work. I doubt he got 40 hrs of daytime driving though. I wish I knew what he actually got. But I think I drove with him twice. But driving with Justin is a nightmare. I'm sure it is with any kid. I'm sure it was for my parents teaching me because I'm scared of the road. But we did take the highway during the end of rush hour, so it was much more anxiety producing for both of us. He needs that experience. But I don't need my heart in my throat for over an hour. Justin likes to hug the left white line and on the highway with semis zooming past, it's scary. I did bring along my cross stitch and got a few stitches in. When we arrived at the vet's, Justin confessed that he almost fell asleep! Oh boy. Not good. So we stopped at a gas station and he bought an energy drink. This kid. He's an interesting one. Very different than Benaiah. I wouldn't say opposite. Just different. Not bad. Just different. And needs to be handled differently. And it's taken us this whole time to truly embrace it. I'm not sure others have realized it yet. But thankfully, some outside the family have and give him more grace than we do. And that serves as an example to me. But yeah, please, please, please, no more long drives with this child. It will be the end of me! Jared is going to take him out driving for an hour every morning at like 6:30am before work to get some of the hours in. He only had 9 out of 40 hrs in and it peeved me off. Sigh. So hopefully, he'll catch up soon.</p><p>- Once we got everyone home and settled, we watched Episode 2 of Obi-Wan. Eek! So much fun trying to line up the story with the rest of the Skywalker Saga. They had such a tough job of making it fit the story line but so far, they've done an excellent job! It's amazing! I don't understand the whole inquisitor thing because I didn't want the animated Clone Wars series but I'm enjoying the insight into Obi-Wan and Leia's relationship at this stage. Abishai wants to watch Episode 3 on Friday. Episode 4 airs tomorrow. Justin didn't get to join us because he got a headache from not drinking water but drinking an energy drink and having to concentrate so hard on driving. I think that's where my headaches come from, too. Poor child. He's just like his mama. That's why I understand Justin the best. I know what he's thinking and how to handle him. It's the other three that make life more difficult. Benaiah behaving a lot like Jared, although I've seen some big changes lately that are not traits Jared has. Keturah, wow, no words for that one right now, she's my toughest. And then Abishai is a whole other ball of fire and storm and crazy and I wouldn't have him any other way. I wouldn't call any of them bad. Or any of their traits bad, really. Everything they have, who they are, can be used positively. It's just getting them there that's tough. And it's hard when others try to intervene and don't have a clue. Sigh. That's why it should be just only mom and dad parenting. Their voices matter most, especially as they follow Christ.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiCVX1eV4yaHMkj9WFQj8U38ZNUNLCfzMx06sTRu6OVED5dKQ5t89ZIKwvfNYQQ9crQikIEmcWG_IjJBfz2_GfsB3e88pcaA85esIo4z0SPjx3O1RuNlB7TjNN8HVID4fTE8wePWpBGi5UfuGqXtOOxbWk0vGiUBVPm9ThhsCi0xx2g6DS0xUiQ/s1792/IMG_3705.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGiCVX1eV4yaHMkj9WFQj8U38ZNUNLCfzMx06sTRu6OVED5dKQ5t89ZIKwvfNYQQ9crQikIEmcWG_IjJBfz2_GfsB3e88pcaA85esIo4z0SPjx3O1RuNlB7TjNN8HVID4fTE8wePWpBGi5UfuGqXtOOxbWk0vGiUBVPm9ThhsCi0xx2g6DS0xUiQ/w296-h640/IMG_3705.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought this was pretty cool.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5aVUYSEzamMm6mJfFU53cKiE_Z8JmPewpufZy6PhfNtREe1a9lrahZcjJco9SXutSdC3WWDglcikGVaxloRKqElqYCXtWqYC1Ib-H0Hmt00VU7I3LhuEVeVo0k8AoOPD9I5lySZC9QfaNQhxtk_vJQkB82QDW1griz8UIx0-36K8S--dubwVO8Q/s3088/IMG_3706.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5aVUYSEzamMm6mJfFU53cKiE_Z8JmPewpufZy6PhfNtREe1a9lrahZcjJco9SXutSdC3WWDglcikGVaxloRKqElqYCXtWqYC1Ib-H0Hmt00VU7I3LhuEVeVo0k8AoOPD9I5lySZC9QfaNQhxtk_vJQkB82QDW1griz8UIx0-36K8S--dubwVO8Q/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks is always ready to go for a ride. Since Keturah is not with us, he jumped right up on the seat. What a goof.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY12c50gKDKQ-U3wpKa-d4oBNjMWDTGvCdBsvwYAWhVe1SA7osXHRpCi8qgaRs6d9dzKX3PvuBbYHxvru6JKOspIPwvxuU20-BgRa3ty1QHclWSkYlOnkmFNBL-KfgM7An0TFY8RNCWj7l_uXN_XH5Wcj33jsaPyCL7xr_-aCSQbgLxqYQ5oBjyQ/s3088/IMG_3709.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY12c50gKDKQ-U3wpKa-d4oBNjMWDTGvCdBsvwYAWhVe1SA7osXHRpCi8qgaRs6d9dzKX3PvuBbYHxvru6JKOspIPwvxuU20-BgRa3ty1QHclWSkYlOnkmFNBL-KfgM7An0TFY8RNCWj7l_uXN_XH5Wcj33jsaPyCL7xr_-aCSQbgLxqYQ5oBjyQ/s320/IMG_3709.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eventually he laid down and put his head in Abishai's lap! I saw Abishai petting his head the whole ride up to the vet. The bond between Socks and all of us is extremely strong because we are home so much. We might only pet him on our way through to something else, but he's a main fixture at home. Dogs like Socks bring a lot of comfort because they just lay there and let you pet them and the repetitive motion of stroking them has a calming effect. And they lead such a simple life. Socks keeps me grounded. He's our buddy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ9aYlBu8tdrHfKYS28puIYXst-WMSsSYb8-BmFti_YhQZbnTXu9qQASwvRKn9MFJje0VYQ3msds_NRrqGrTgrTuGcfEK4U8rnsxNWy9p6tJYTCkIt4LXksqcbE0WKKG9uALtjHz9jSUXgvSNt1aQFjLnkzWEexhkCGiDLm1O1HDjc6aojgnQBg/s4032/IMG_3714.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZ9aYlBu8tdrHfKYS28puIYXst-WMSsSYb8-BmFti_YhQZbnTXu9qQASwvRKn9MFJje0VYQ3msds_NRrqGrTgrTuGcfEK4U8rnsxNWy9p6tJYTCkIt4LXksqcbE0WKKG9uALtjHz9jSUXgvSNt1aQFjLnkzWEexhkCGiDLm1O1HDjc6aojgnQBg/s320/IMG_3714.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We finished all the oatmeal in an oatmeal container so Abishai got to have another drum. So of course he wanted to set up his own double drum set! It was too quiet around here anyway without Socks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVrwbx__AqFPs9OFC65zamRAK7RFLqzU3UZvHuOPHJWzrwoLfGN_tuyttIgMB6OtXsca3eeYq1neiSCygbTw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0qBBkD2QMmhTE_s7pPqxcyQ9DuTCFg4waZDDQCeTYi3sLCNdID_KO6SIxhcB3n1fb9ctE9vRM8q-fBPO6kP86uWxQyFu49jgqoR-0tqfrHms0G7o_GSXKdOehMTCxDVRasC0DXa9laW5P0ragyKYl8fWNakb9zsaZG5dajy9dbTy3MMtF-12lQ/s3520/IMG_3718.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz0qBBkD2QMmhTE_s7pPqxcyQ9DuTCFg4waZDDQCeTYi3sLCNdID_KO6SIxhcB3n1fb9ctE9vRM8q-fBPO6kP86uWxQyFu49jgqoR-0tqfrHms0G7o_GSXKdOehMTCxDVRasC0DXa9laW5P0ragyKYl8fWNakb9zsaZG5dajy9dbTy3MMtF-12lQ/s320/IMG_3718.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was like a puppy dog today and clung to me like glue all day, squishing his face into mine until both our glasses had smudges on them. And he was so squirrly, too. I just wanted personal space in my quiet time spot but no, he followed me there, too, and upside down he went.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1f2bovlaVMAKATfYsWwPHLics38SeNiC7ZiL62W965kVJuAJsZM9kt0uk1uEtf-98EnKGsjGSSHue2F5G2g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7OjoxebNZKlJKHLbY7XdYsPzcIy7bDg2dv-Lkal5E_CHqwMn1wh66X50OQUCBSkLxYizyhamZW26qCfCK-PTCVqEME4eOCCBaCE3uFS4W1zWEpw_oOQcZo_MfiiGIAGzwKWeSTYszI9pCLkbsyYFF1jbhuBV9iTzTMkVEjHkEL2zb27xMfiVvQ/s3520/IMG_3720.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy7OjoxebNZKlJKHLbY7XdYsPzcIy7bDg2dv-Lkal5E_CHqwMn1wh66X50OQUCBSkLxYizyhamZW26qCfCK-PTCVqEME4eOCCBaCE3uFS4W1zWEpw_oOQcZo_MfiiGIAGzwKWeSTYszI9pCLkbsyYFF1jbhuBV9iTzTMkVEjHkEL2zb27xMfiVvQ/s320/IMG_3720.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then he marched around his cashier station.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyu5d5aOYGKsvq350sXAQZ6xulJuFcvoOP-85caD9d3I0c2vull_vkC2m6hMQ1Wm5aHcrUrYE_l4Wv10Kb1YQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtIA9fi1QUT5K64jcaeANQjvm6SUkwyi812zvIXsKmLu1N0n_OfVSKCDF_Iliuqux8gm4f0DzKiF_PZTkmJbm-c5Kj8olMxATf6jZlCHEh8dCgvixdA2e951aUWXzXZmSSssGXpC7PNwcB3_1u_ACPwROnTv7Oe7tjj1VG5hnHHMdaFCljHTXjbg/s1792/IMG_3722.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtIA9fi1QUT5K64jcaeANQjvm6SUkwyi812zvIXsKmLu1N0n_OfVSKCDF_Iliuqux8gm4f0DzKiF_PZTkmJbm-c5Kj8olMxATf6jZlCHEh8dCgvixdA2e951aUWXzXZmSSssGXpC7PNwcB3_1u_ACPwROnTv7Oe7tjj1VG5hnHHMdaFCljHTXjbg/w296-h640/IMG_3722.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scary stuff. We are in for a deep recession.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPg_HXIFZ8uCxC7nnREI2UCNKnpn1anPV6HRH-np5I5iAt9WxLRd6lKcHo0NsjR9vj-A97voFGGt-bQp8jm9nXzELWDAriB7gr8rdujzqNTUXpKxUPUR3IvAtT2sz8aFKrcdk9CP5FNI2ZVXJKCgKli-9_Ul4pa3jMBbeiKfbOx5SdaUQKMmrlQ/s526/IMG_3723.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPg_HXIFZ8uCxC7nnREI2UCNKnpn1anPV6HRH-np5I5iAt9WxLRd6lKcHo0NsjR9vj-A97voFGGt-bQp8jm9nXzELWDAriB7gr8rdujzqNTUXpKxUPUR3IvAtT2sz8aFKrcdk9CP5FNI2ZVXJKCgKli-9_Ul4pa3jMBbeiKfbOx5SdaUQKMmrlQ/w640-h640/IMG_3723.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I absolutely LOVE this!!! I just wish this was true of my kids.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFLOJzJPA3Ob1c-nWFJdywvNO-WB2SNIQmfTqrtpXLBZ4zbWIp5CEKljvh38SDOdTe4R2TiG5zr3hbEVlLTyt6UH-m75kRrrDZD6uBvr6nxEeGc7jGel0acSCv2_Ev1enk74Zt43cDC2Wq7DR5wHhN-cN1rdwhPoVAK-lbnOEPUFKaUwFVKpPRw/s4032/IMG_3724.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFLOJzJPA3Ob1c-nWFJdywvNO-WB2SNIQmfTqrtpXLBZ4zbWIp5CEKljvh38SDOdTe4R2TiG5zr3hbEVlLTyt6UH-m75kRrrDZD6uBvr6nxEeGc7jGel0acSCv2_Ev1enk74Zt43cDC2Wq7DR5wHhN-cN1rdwhPoVAK-lbnOEPUFKaUwFVKpPRw/s320/IMG_3724.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was about 75% of the berries we picked. We had a few get moldy. But I had waited to do anything with them because they were slightly under ripe. Now they were perfect. I had about a cupful that didn't fit on the tray that we will eat up in the next day or two.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxm22g0LuoDYNeufRfqoNFg2LLUAgWNEgZ7ZD-6jlh5fiJIOyPQau5ZOd1TYsoWC_RKI9fGo4LYCQiUJvGv_T5eFeSqUO-4yQE7feW-o8a7ZPH0dhWuMfMOF2DkepfpE_AbFtcIyWKKgr8waydcKZ2S1YMm-Yq6CAL8ajWz5oQzAaorq6uLYihdA/s4032/IMG_3726.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxm22g0LuoDYNeufRfqoNFg2LLUAgWNEgZ7ZD-6jlh5fiJIOyPQau5ZOd1TYsoWC_RKI9fGo4LYCQiUJvGv_T5eFeSqUO-4yQE7feW-o8a7ZPH0dhWuMfMOF2DkepfpE_AbFtcIyWKKgr8waydcKZ2S1YMm-Yq6CAL8ajWz5oQzAaorq6uLYihdA/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We also got a load of laundry and dishes done among all the other traveling and housework.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXgWEtobzDTvCWgI1aLVvl5R4KZL-825qJ1wUHWkS_ufosIkLEAuqDPaUs9tMO4l_WbXhKkhOfBEid2Ciw7wUcZQKppwRzerx8SlVSz6vJCcf8jf4ZXBTKFbur0tr5eHL61CD_SBrmJGSUaqD6bvLI1h7UsAq5d5w08KQm9JU4_38wz-WSpN8FA/s4032/IMG_3727.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXgWEtobzDTvCWgI1aLVvl5R4KZL-825qJ1wUHWkS_ufosIkLEAuqDPaUs9tMO4l_WbXhKkhOfBEid2Ciw7wUcZQKppwRzerx8SlVSz6vJCcf8jf4ZXBTKFbur0tr5eHL61CD_SBrmJGSUaqD6bvLI1h7UsAq5d5w08KQm9JU4_38wz-WSpN8FA/s320/IMG_3727.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Strawberries!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykxPm6jDkIpWST54P1cZOljUvktmxW0MtLsd_N21BbolUg1sHcg8sT2KLc6BJjGv49SkXmxuqIlfbQC9yzOy7G7hqH_dGnWuWKhhNHof-r9uhoaOFkEyP5TSd_rb6bcMasIu3pZYvir38FeOPSlvBm2Axv_WmHGgyT4BlsOzXNTQphnnzm5wQZQ/s4032/IMG_3728.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjykxPm6jDkIpWST54P1cZOljUvktmxW0MtLsd_N21BbolUg1sHcg8sT2KLc6BJjGv49SkXmxuqIlfbQC9yzOy7G7hqH_dGnWuWKhhNHof-r9uhoaOFkEyP5TSd_rb6bcMasIu3pZYvir38FeOPSlvBm2Axv_WmHGgyT4BlsOzXNTQphnnzm5wQZQ/s320/IMG_3728.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">StrawBERRIES!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlk1QgP_EpdNZMGSYXGZ3kxkmjiDkYURrDsPywmA91hSC8YYjtCuMlSuvH6DtJvSUYRAU8eWNdrSaOGGI24Y54qqz7qO7kQYuTj6mNkM7tKMtCTB7PVoeCNPdrVICT-dZJKHmru4lf86lRRExKeVtlB8NkouWZqLvvdrV-10g5eoq_JIqtSjKyg/s4032/IMG_3729.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlk1QgP_EpdNZMGSYXGZ3kxkmjiDkYURrDsPywmA91hSC8YYjtCuMlSuvH6DtJvSUYRAU8eWNdrSaOGGI24Y54qqz7qO7kQYuTj6mNkM7tKMtCTB7PVoeCNPdrVICT-dZJKHmru4lf86lRRExKeVtlB8NkouWZqLvvdrV-10g5eoq_JIqtSjKyg/s320/IMG_3729.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">STRAWBERRIES!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VAhwrRTT3DiwwrAAqZE6EOJvCXRUvWGMlEJJbIvuGhUIAZYy-MuoVLw43lYErJm4WDcYKUL9kWKosrORo8TFjTXXFMck1EFJhWVIm_G1kuZueyIi90sT_DGbt_sGGNsB6PD656KwH0UImKGI4m4G25LSGDVtO3yUJoJT3kNv0NV4Yr63x6_VgA/s4032/IMG_3730.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VAhwrRTT3DiwwrAAqZE6EOJvCXRUvWGMlEJJbIvuGhUIAZYy-MuoVLw43lYErJm4WDcYKUL9kWKosrORo8TFjTXXFMck1EFJhWVIm_G1kuZueyIi90sT_DGbt_sGGNsB6PD656KwH0UImKGI4m4G25LSGDVtO3yUJoJT3kNv0NV4Yr63x6_VgA/s320/IMG_3730.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got these pretty expensive writing books to help Abishai with his letter and number formation. He really needs help with the number 8, so I thought this would help. The pages have indents in them that the kids have to follow. The pen has disappearing ink so they can use the pages over and over. The set has 4 books, manuscript, cursive, numbers, and drawing. Abishai wasn't happy that they put a little tail on the lowercase t, lol. I told him to just write his t like we've been doing. The cursive is much different than the way he will learn it with Abeka, but it might be fun for Keturah to learn.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyHrCC8Scr63p0dc02TT7saJSQkr6PCbF61NJ6P0rO_1Im8Z_nzrBuER3aoZ1NsTIZsBJ1JQJbOtIo7fQ6tAMEP1x7gDxm-RyVBycLn0MW4Gu8g-_v12zoy7MJZslk7PXF7nMcOWBXRI6JwpWOcHNifjCwt_dS_7_1IopQeMgn_w04F_Tpcyxuw/s4032/IMG_3731.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihyHrCC8Scr63p0dc02TT7saJSQkr6PCbF61NJ6P0rO_1Im8Z_nzrBuER3aoZ1NsTIZsBJ1JQJbOtIo7fQ6tAMEP1x7gDxm-RyVBycLn0MW4Gu8g-_v12zoy7MJZslk7PXF7nMcOWBXRI6JwpWOcHNifjCwt_dS_7_1IopQeMgn_w04F_Tpcyxuw/s320/IMG_3731.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvV8qr-MLWmAEdh3lijVqhcZgkc_kY1wX9JiJBE0eNK0rOe8bbRyV_yr8l9Ddtn2iZ3izWvR3d4VagRCUIEhxGVXXc8DNOd9NSfmFpH7bmdsoVXarRQPBuTU2bILuEBLvBckeBEL37i-nAuQ05QT2k8T4fdDyeBepQAKmSX_qJBFLGUr9DOrQyg/s4032/IMG_3732.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvV8qr-MLWmAEdh3lijVqhcZgkc_kY1wX9JiJBE0eNK0rOe8bbRyV_yr8l9Ddtn2iZ3izWvR3d4VagRCUIEhxGVXXc8DNOd9NSfmFpH7bmdsoVXarRQPBuTU2bILuEBLvBckeBEL37i-nAuQ05QT2k8T4fdDyeBepQAKmSX_qJBFLGUr9DOrQyg/s320/IMG_3732.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXpLVKSZOT52Xc-nUp5ZS_1HHvluHvvb8rT2ZZuFuidNWBLnHRAT3VOlGtIjwXTl-_8zTkU6lkMauhpLGkUaCDuFWOEorf_UCOdIjnOR6HPLzpeVTQ2mDzp3On0ExQz_ZIELaij5GPwr6J8wOz7CI_S4oZdFzsFAKTMnUiKy_x-uNKJRbNaKlig/s4032/IMG_3733.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtXpLVKSZOT52Xc-nUp5ZS_1HHvluHvvb8rT2ZZuFuidNWBLnHRAT3VOlGtIjwXTl-_8zTkU6lkMauhpLGkUaCDuFWOEorf_UCOdIjnOR6HPLzpeVTQ2mDzp3On0ExQz_ZIELaij5GPwr6J8wOz7CI_S4oZdFzsFAKTMnUiKy_x-uNKJRbNaKlig/s320/IMG_3733.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I planned ahead and made taco meat at lunch time to serve at dinner! Woot! Woot! Go me! And I'm going to just take photos of what we are doing each day like this to serve as reminders because I'm having trouble remembering by nightfall what went on. So this might seem boring to you, but it helps jog my memory.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNZmwsaWspcJXuk23KJfThlzjoweyjJr5-qZa7dLlQFRLQNaQ7g8z3q4q1yjPxdL0N_MYIDXXE5yfAuZ2gBghy8fPVuxc0KaY8mQq0J_dpTDXmuytzw8VysME6M6w7mARCRxSsjTbIZcDHe71dmkONq_VKWHRWw2Zo3-o5lmmq-ufKgv6EjU3Ug/s4032/IMG_3734.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNZmwsaWspcJXuk23KJfThlzjoweyjJr5-qZa7dLlQFRLQNaQ7g8z3q4q1yjPxdL0N_MYIDXXE5yfAuZ2gBghy8fPVuxc0KaY8mQq0J_dpTDXmuytzw8VysME6M6w7mARCRxSsjTbIZcDHe71dmkONq_VKWHRWw2Zo3-o5lmmq-ufKgv6EjU3Ug/s320/IMG_3734.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was super quiet after he took his ADHD mediation so I went to go check on him. He was reading this castle book all by himself! I sat next to him and he really did know most of the words and he was reading pretty quickly. The words he didn't know where very big words, probably 3rd or 4th grade words. His ability to read has increased 10 fold in the last 6-10 months. It's incredible! I think it's because he has an exceptionally strong memory. I just need to keep "spreading the feast" and shoving good books under his nose and he'll keep learning. I've got plenty of science books he can learn from. Plus he learns tons from his videos on his tablet. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJFjtBksBgFDIx2wXR64RuSBotI-tKLFjXP3s-ZS1mm04bYmC89PUjgEmv0fxgLtXEN8DPEbT-rkZcO8j4Be-aKulSn0qWsTBdtd7If6R6a-tQM92TBWLBWlzQ7gQwbNRUdmD3MJZdssLDT0_wrlEPXh6yLOU7xi5lNdAIqN7o86PGRB5n_Chqg/s3520/IMG_3735.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJFjtBksBgFDIx2wXR64RuSBotI-tKLFjXP3s-ZS1mm04bYmC89PUjgEmv0fxgLtXEN8DPEbT-rkZcO8j4Be-aKulSn0qWsTBdtd7If6R6a-tQM92TBWLBWlzQ7gQwbNRUdmD3MJZdssLDT0_wrlEPXh6yLOU7xi5lNdAIqN7o86PGRB5n_Chqg/s320/IMG_3735.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Later on, I was resting on my quiet time couch, after I told Abishai I needed some personal space and he can be near me, but just not on top of me, he grabbed a magazine and laid down on the floor. His feet of course kept moving, which didn't bother me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddZJp7j_KB9fYU7PSevafW1F5lMrqtFW9N38XfX6HKCg1BwPdaeFIzxjIVQWQMslJb-kYt9iDk1KypbUssg9dIxUPqRLULl1mRtnX11jhB16vYKdsdn458MMhsjymzsziS81gM9eurV5bTh5qpdDhK1481CjM1Kzgkc2E0CLhjN7ii6M4ZvWRzQ/s3520/IMG_3736.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiddZJp7j_KB9fYU7PSevafW1F5lMrqtFW9N38XfX6HKCg1BwPdaeFIzxjIVQWQMslJb-kYt9iDk1KypbUssg9dIxUPqRLULl1mRtnX11jhB16vYKdsdn458MMhsjymzsziS81gM9eurV5bTh5qpdDhK1481CjM1Kzgkc2E0CLhjN7ii6M4ZvWRzQ/s320/IMG_3736.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And his mouth kept moving making up a song as he reminded himself of what Lego sets he wants.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwZHFXosRf2cjURmc9i9jjzyEIk-uD9iG4DxN_-devecewti3a29wfy6z5S4WelIR7zUyfZn7zoVuJbnOjiaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlbuv0BvWL9EKE0xDEbotwY9xupRJJXGd4xmkHhge3n1fpgR7F5AyHIioYSdk59--k1YQeyzX3Qo94q13pDgoFO7VtpS3as1gpq0RRvSsDodgnvYXxAbyy4B_GJpu2RbsBVte72wLQ-DeSekyXyGxRVO7gSwvB_7ZbyOmj2kzBOaSVnQrqQn9Gg/s1792/IMG_3740.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnlbuv0BvWL9EKE0xDEbotwY9xupRJJXGd4xmkHhge3n1fpgR7F5AyHIioYSdk59--k1YQeyzX3Qo94q13pDgoFO7VtpS3as1gpq0RRvSsDodgnvYXxAbyy4B_GJpu2RbsBVte72wLQ-DeSekyXyGxRVO7gSwvB_7ZbyOmj2kzBOaSVnQrqQn9Gg/w185-h400/IMG_3740.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gas prices in Indiana hit $5.25 as predicted but everyone is still freaking out. Candace Cameron Bure, the actress, posted this on her Instagram. She lives in California of course. I keep shaking my head and thinking, "I told you so. (I know that's mean.) I told you we are headed towards trouble." We need a giant reset and we can only do that with a recession and if we stop printing money and handing it out. So, Biden, stop. And Biden, get the oil moving again. And stop being stupid all around, too. And of course, it's not just the actions of one man, but it's the ripple effect of the shutdown of the previous president as well. This is all huge stuff. And having been through business school, I do understand a lot of it. So, I'm not as scared because I know it's coming. And it personally doesn't affect me at the moment. Monies could dry up at e2 and Jared would have to find another job. But at the moment, there's tons of jobs. We've never been without a job. And because our mortgage is with a friend, not the bank, we don't have to worry about housing. Our cars are paid for. We have a tiny bit of credit card debt. And I don't know if we will get into a real depression, so I don't know if I should worry about food shortages and all that yet. But the other recessions we've had, we've gotten through ok. Just as long as the current house that Jared and Jim are flipping is done and sells soon, we'll be fine. And I think they are almost done with that one. So I'm just not as nervous as others. Our bank accounts are more empty, but we do have a little bit saved from our tax refund. And I need to stop spending on meals out and extra stuff at Aldi and online. I can tighten our belt a lot just by saying no, not now, wait. And taking my own coffee to the coffee shop or having playdates at homes instead of the coffee shop or packing our own lunch when we know we are going to be hungry. We won't be changing our traveling that much because that is our social life and mental health and Jared doesn't travel much. I just travel a lot on some days like today. I'm ok with $5.25 a gallon because we lived in Canada and had to pay that there. And I travel about the same amount here as I did there. It's just part of the budget. But those that drive for a living, they have it very rough. I pray for them. And their profit margins. It's not good.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfJyauD85roLLmYI5RVSKOfa4ycLqLR-ZW9j5nl75GWd70ivzbi6b1AZ9z3mHvQMUkRtkwKJnJGgcZ73v2DNjXTTkSKh4blF_nS37t89AbsC-0vUto8jo1HixsR99FhZuIwFNuFYLDPtfLguTJp4mw4aACLTQ0mYs_MlYGgMztHwKY5ob5epsww/s4032/IMG_3743.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfJyauD85roLLmYI5RVSKOfa4ycLqLR-ZW9j5nl75GWd70ivzbi6b1AZ9z3mHvQMUkRtkwKJnJGgcZ73v2DNjXTTkSKh4blF_nS37t89AbsC-0vUto8jo1HixsR99FhZuIwFNuFYLDPtfLguTJp4mw4aACLTQ0mYs_MlYGgMztHwKY5ob5epsww/s320/IMG_3743.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A very tired puppy. He's got FOMO (fear of missing out) and probably couldn't stop watching all the dogs, cats, and people walking by his cage or kennel. And all the different smells, too. Poor thing. And he's really hungry. I didn't feed him or medicate him before we left because I didn't know if they would need to sedate him. He's all tuckered out. He might be a big dog but he's just a little pup at heart, curling up like that. It's much more comfortable than the floor of the car where he usually sits or lays down. And now Keturah will have to vacuum again, oops. He's worth it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekQ2D8P_v95lPOrJxAikfYqp8Xhu-r3B45Vdee-UDyUtRSFHR6TSM4T35dAqq2ECkZgKv4qHD9ZXMdk_JkZeb68uhTK8X8CjizvCvsKjZt30tyrE_zcJ29kSkFwwizsrrS2Fxz1ZRm5ZsPMNmPPpwEsV4r-cb-2tsWgwjzPEw1y9Ly8VTVrikcA/s4032/IMG_3748.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekQ2D8P_v95lPOrJxAikfYqp8Xhu-r3B45Vdee-UDyUtRSFHR6TSM4T35dAqq2ECkZgKv4qHD9ZXMdk_JkZeb68uhTK8X8CjizvCvsKjZt30tyrE_zcJ29kSkFwwizsrrS2Fxz1ZRm5ZsPMNmPPpwEsV4r-cb-2tsWgwjzPEw1y9Ly8VTVrikcA/s320/IMG_3748.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sad, tired face.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMgVhNKHWkW04Tb8RonwKHRCYhDVmuNx0k1R--5LOXE5wzlZLwqF5jpwsuZ59fGGhKzKyrCbdsj46ZzGDMn4wWgDm6bsMeM5GxJByVFR-whGmAWwdUzuFBt4RYEa3KO4pGksjx3eIHpWuR4AB3XO8aD6dSASI_ZPHmU28FvHoKgwTCtUFxqUa8w/s4032/IMG_3749.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMgVhNKHWkW04Tb8RonwKHRCYhDVmuNx0k1R--5LOXE5wzlZLwqF5jpwsuZ59fGGhKzKyrCbdsj46ZzGDMn4wWgDm6bsMeM5GxJByVFR-whGmAWwdUzuFBt4RYEa3KO4pGksjx3eIHpWuR4AB3XO8aD6dSASI_ZPHmU28FvHoKgwTCtUFxqUa8w/s320/IMG_3749.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I heard Abishai counting and was wondering what he was doing. He literally counted all the flaps, "Just to make sure there really was 100 flaps, because you know sometimes, book covers lie and there might be more or less than they say." And the result? There was really 100 flaps. At least it kept him occupied and he practiced his counting!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkw_oynVxRGinAMDBkLoFremgmJLFMPiWgyeRsubAI38vb6ut3WKMq6tsLonVpbqCVRboA46RqaSjAIv4pLwWpUpowDoXtYwlA3gb8qk-DY_ikdmV7oqII1yb7mqt2YH6uqN8noMHTt0uK-w4GTqz8tvBRlldfGh3gOBJ6C5dMdhR86U4nLC4Ag/s4032/IMG_5553.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkw_oynVxRGinAMDBkLoFremgmJLFMPiWgyeRsubAI38vb6ut3WKMq6tsLonVpbqCVRboA46RqaSjAIv4pLwWpUpowDoXtYwlA3gb8qk-DY_ikdmV7oqII1yb7mqt2YH6uqN8noMHTt0uK-w4GTqz8tvBRlldfGh3gOBJ6C5dMdhR86U4nLC4Ag/w640-h480/IMG_5553.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since Socks was gone all day, our resident bunny was able to go in the backyard and munch on the weeds among the bamboo! Or was it eating the leaves OFF of the bamboo? Either/or, it's the bunny!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNWdd7Tn_HkEJTtmYetnKu3QoiTtKb65PqnelehZBuZC2htg9HjtoCeXARiVUPp5AAsKjwj2O-3Wq9hogZVaQ4NzDYd7EoQss55NlnfTmlMtD5Aq4v99GBXE4AZW6plfKpoZw6jsAhBu2dr4ZgoXlNi_wIgC1LBgDtEQcAeZkSR_nz__JQrNKQw/s4032/IMG_5554.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNWdd7Tn_HkEJTtmYetnKu3QoiTtKb65PqnelehZBuZC2htg9HjtoCeXARiVUPp5AAsKjwj2O-3Wq9hogZVaQ4NzDYd7EoQss55NlnfTmlMtD5Aq4v99GBXE4AZW6plfKpoZw6jsAhBu2dr4ZgoXlNi_wIgC1LBgDtEQcAeZkSR_nz__JQrNKQw/w640-h480/IMG_5554.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the things Jared and I can agree on is seeing nature like this. Critters, plants, weather, growth, life, that's what we both actually enjoy together. Nature is peaceful, at least on the surface. The cycles of life keep moving on regardless of inflation rates and joblessness, cancer, or Covid. Life marches on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcCcvOUV4lcDQJBjSlD__1UQ9MBo7sksvKxtoFfWWqVjv74lY5MVWLOp2ZUgbjuGmBTBDyk2WVeBjCbSUntgHVrCVDx9lS1MybDIuWMcuQdJULDPmMTpFH7iOJ9NImAxNRnw53l82L4m38y6494-E_a8Z9xsJjYE5J9Q4-qltu3o6AbMUSFOFSw/s4032/IMG_5555.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcCcvOUV4lcDQJBjSlD__1UQ9MBo7sksvKxtoFfWWqVjv74lY5MVWLOp2ZUgbjuGmBTBDyk2WVeBjCbSUntgHVrCVDx9lS1MybDIuWMcuQdJULDPmMTpFH7iOJ9NImAxNRnw53l82L4m38y6494-E_a8Z9xsJjYE5J9Q4-qltu3o6AbMUSFOFSw/w640-h480/IMG_5555.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bamboo will be naturally shading my sunroom soon! We will be seeing the fruits of our labors of the last few years!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadDLd8uzZn4crXP29xWHM3IsahXnu9LuRMeACJSQBGELA_dinOqTRLa2GaIrODDIlTlOiv5QTGr5dYWPWGE4zThOLbx7v5Z3BZWogpUs9wmWgSWfZ7yYyAnjLWjDiLiwAbonS5lwWvuTnQPL7HReTIL9A1MXi9a4TstfdB92xBgv7guqqSzWRNg/s4032/IMG_5556.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhadDLd8uzZn4crXP29xWHM3IsahXnu9LuRMeACJSQBGELA_dinOqTRLa2GaIrODDIlTlOiv5QTGr5dYWPWGE4zThOLbx7v5Z3BZWogpUs9wmWgSWfZ7yYyAnjLWjDiLiwAbonS5lwWvuTnQPL7HReTIL9A1MXi9a4TstfdB92xBgv7guqqSzWRNg/w640-h480/IMG_5556.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just want to pick it up and hold it tight! I bet it's so soft! Pretty rabbit! Munch away while the doggy is away. Although, Mr. Bunny has been right up to our deck lately, daring to get close even with the dog in the backyard. The squirrels, bunny, and birds all like to tease Socks, poor thing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- Finally, a stay at home day! I had so much paperwork to catch up on! In fact I didn't quite finish because my brother called again and wanted to talk for 90 minutes! He's had very little human interaction this week because his fiancee' works 12 hr shifts for the first part of the week and his kids live with their mom. So it's just him and the 5 dogs that live with them. And occasionally his fiancee's daughter, but she is also at her dad's house part of the week. Poor guy, he's all alone! But P-M, I've got a lot to do bud! I even told him near the end of the call that he can come borrow any of the kids if he's lonely. There's plenty of noise and chaos over here.</p><p>- Today wasn't as bad as other days though. Everybody kind of stayed in their own space. Keturah finished mowing the lawn before we had some pop up showers. Abishai was outside for awhile with her and practiced on his two wheeler with training wheels. Daddy had raised the training wheels, but they really need to come off because Abishai is still relying on them too much. It would be a good goal to get them off now and practice riding a two wheeler before we ride the trail around Macinac Island on Labor Day weekend. Justin did some homework early after Dad took him driving at 6 am again. Yes, 6 am because that's when we have time to do it. When you don't take the initiative, then you suffer the consequences. And then we went back and forth on what was happening for evening activities.</p><p>- The kids were supposed to have small group time/late night at 8pm at Ritter's but they canceled that because of the tornado warning. Justin's small group decided to go get Chicago's pizza instead earlier in the evening, so Jared dropped him off and then took Keturah and Abishai to Meijer to look for shoes or something. I'm not sure. And then they picked Justin up an hour later. I should have told them to go to Aldi and get some supplies because we are out of bread, oatmeal, and nearly out of milk, cheese, and eggs. It's time to hit the store again and I don't want to. I don't have time to. I can't even get there to drop off the dog's prescription and pick up my own. I needed to do things at home. And they wouldn't have had time to get it done before the pharmacy closes anyway and I didn't want them going back and forth wasting gas. I'm really trying hard to work on conserving gas. So I'm learning to go without or delaying as much as possible.</p><p>- But, I did get a bunch of stuff done. Everybody got to take a breather in the middle of the week. And the plants did get watered a bit. It wasn't too bad. Certainly not as bad as they had predicted, at least not where we live. I'm sure other places got it worse. Overall, it was a peaceful day.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRYm7Lel3hTe5YpXRqXnXcbYWh0W4IvRlJ0tCYPyhvf95Fv-L__Vd1qhl92FxyDES0f26egx2KvTp3J9a7nmlpce0LgpphS8WdEywvOFGd27lWne68YuGL7cdcWKL-SFmnhbeJlqRzmtDn-ohSJPk0M4YpjVN3_DsKoKV3VeimPNANhrNI4Oj7A/s4032/IMG_3751.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRYm7Lel3hTe5YpXRqXnXcbYWh0W4IvRlJ0tCYPyhvf95Fv-L__Vd1qhl92FxyDES0f26egx2KvTp3J9a7nmlpce0LgpphS8WdEywvOFGd27lWne68YuGL7cdcWKL-SFmnhbeJlqRzmtDn-ohSJPk0M4YpjVN3_DsKoKV3VeimPNANhrNI4Oj7A/s320/IMG_3751.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This photo earned me $50 in product! Yes, seriously, it did! I just had to join their private FB group and post it and say just a snippet about what it was about and I could get $50 in free product! I already have the email with the code! Wahoo! I have the hemp bars already and I buy the capsules every month so I don't know what I'll buy, but I'll come up with something. I take one capsule every morning to help with fibro pain. I used to eat a hemp bar almost every day for lunch but then I got tired of the flavor. And they stopped selling a mixed pack. But they have a new flavor, so I might get that and something else. We'll see!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRxKBWD0GqjS0KPVpI0CdGKYB6hI0Fld6vyIq6bbhEiB0scjWCJqy6Zukq43PMQg1Bjxx69NNFjEWI2l0x3wm5unoeF7qndOrg1yrN_pQxFZQNKksUcKgBlnpIiZ460a6-BOU2u7oBgj6lPrvdPwU7q51iTN0txuGHmjjTKqoou8TyJPiCJ_76A/s3520/IMG_3752.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRxKBWD0GqjS0KPVpI0CdGKYB6hI0Fld6vyIq6bbhEiB0scjWCJqy6Zukq43PMQg1Bjxx69NNFjEWI2l0x3wm5unoeF7qndOrg1yrN_pQxFZQNKksUcKgBlnpIiZ460a6-BOU2u7oBgj6lPrvdPwU7q51iTN0txuGHmjjTKqoou8TyJPiCJ_76A/s320/IMG_3752.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Weird summer weather today. Sunshine, downpours, big change in temperatures. Even the tornado siren went off! It scared Abishai to death, but that's why I pointed it out to him. The storm really didn't warrant a tornado siren, but the national weather service had sent out a warning for the whole county so it was done anyway. The rain had stopped by the time late night at Ritter's was supposed to happen for the high schoolers, but they cancelled it anyway. Justin's group had already decided to meet at Chicago's Pizza earlier than that so Jared dropped him off and took the other two to Meijer. Mommy got a much needed break from the chaos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwnWRPil88mbTWp-GfPrE37z9Ed1gmeOGyAwtTu20A-THTRCsSG515eeMccvTQHhIZ3yvd79WS3J9cUClUMMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO1zuKwVGiO-Np9_NchwqGX9vF8iUgp2hoWhj0f1aTFr1Vdpm5BJ6zqDt8s-EPvDPTX5TX1V3-DjnE5p_DoAUlwgViIrU4pff3y8qUPR3C94uZskpyDVhkp3WzROszlvTKKZvsXfdIoxACz6DDMGk5z29GHxh0dToh1IJ75s2xutLjbSE9oFukQ/s1792/IMG_3754.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrO1zuKwVGiO-Np9_NchwqGX9vF8iUgp2hoWhj0f1aTFr1Vdpm5BJ6zqDt8s-EPvDPTX5TX1V3-DjnE5p_DoAUlwgViIrU4pff3y8qUPR3C94uZskpyDVhkp3WzROszlvTKKZvsXfdIoxACz6DDMGk5z29GHxh0dToh1IJ75s2xutLjbSE9oFukQ/w296-h640/IMG_3754.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiH-iCCLFhEAehTy07wsn834hKWT1BdCCKCk_6L-gH6ih2f3knM3rppBVq_89sktFjkYRFf6TKKNVgPXq40WT6LGfCe9c15WsViZ3BNoG87x4y2gQMvB6Z73fg4huU0pqXuGbY6z_8_TwlzoQYukWAXzrG0c4EaqLjOATpFh6Djlb9YBCD76m7Q/s640/285450744_449083893692615_8339887081868284068_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="481" data-original-width="640" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTiH-iCCLFhEAehTy07wsn834hKWT1BdCCKCk_6L-gH6ih2f3knM3rppBVq_89sktFjkYRFf6TKKNVgPXq40WT6LGfCe9c15WsViZ3BNoG87x4y2gQMvB6Z73fg4huU0pqXuGbY6z_8_TwlzoQYukWAXzrG0c4EaqLjOATpFh6Djlb9YBCD76m7Q/s320/285450744_449083893692615_8339887081868284068_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup! Me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUWr_1yTjpI-tI3DpHQlJBtrf51izoze7KZNwWPxCCre0vuxhLfEwtxcflj7-5YToqHjbx9ryPEP8fqo8JM-ZXsqvYmXsN_z5Lyp-C3RhU2bfhabeuC5GaSUp-CpDMsxD5aBGTKLkb_SgQjjHsFL0ymzVlKXJnFmEVHPa5bnwW3UvdIf8Oq0gSg/s570/285995741_5157785254311798_1468323587426821642_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="570" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUWr_1yTjpI-tI3DpHQlJBtrf51izoze7KZNwWPxCCre0vuxhLfEwtxcflj7-5YToqHjbx9ryPEP8fqo8JM-ZXsqvYmXsN_z5Lyp-C3RhU2bfhabeuC5GaSUp-CpDMsxD5aBGTKLkb_SgQjjHsFL0ymzVlKXJnFmEVHPa5bnwW3UvdIf8Oq0gSg/s320/285995741_5157785254311798_1468323587426821642_n.jpg" width="295" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now this one is PERFECT! I need this in my kitchen!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Thursday - </p><p>- Ok, creatures, we are NOT going to waste this beautiful day! It's only going to be 74 degrees outside so we are ALL going to take a hike with our friends! Yes, ALL of you! Tomorrow it's supposed to rain and starting on Sunday, the hot, hot, HOT weather arrives. Now is the time to go outside and enjoy it one last time! Everybody up! Actually, Justin had to work first, so out he went to drive with Dad and then off to work. I wanted to get some computer work done, but I barely scratched the surface of my daily stuff before it was time to go. I choose instead to play a couple of board games with Abishai before he went onto his screen time early since we were going to be out during our normal screen time hours. Time well spent for sure. He is less clingy when I do that. And it's the whole point of being home with the kids, right? I'm a happier mama, too. The paperwork can wait until next week when it's 98 degrees.</p><p>- But, we made it out, barely. I think I yelled hard enough and loud enough to make Keturah move out the door. She had flip flops on and took a book, but I grabbed her water bottle and filled it and took her socks and shoes because once we got there, I was going to make her get out of the car and hike with us. You can't leave a child alone in a car in a state park anyway, and that was going to be how I was going to phrase it. But thankfully, she didn't put up a fight once we got there. Going with our friends helps to keep the fighting down both for my kids and for her older daughter. The grandkids and Abishai will still put up a fuss once in awhile, but that's younger kids for you. The teens get embarrassed in front of other adults. And shoot, I meant to tell Keturah thanks for hiking but I forgot. My friend is ALWAYS good at making the kids feel special and included. She greeted Keturah with a "I'm so glad you're here!" And then I lower my head in guilt because I forgot again to be nice to my own daughter and speak positively to her and encourage her rather than fight with her. Thankfully, Kellie and I have a deep enough friendship where I know she fights Kya in the same exact way at home, so I'm actually in good company. We tag team to help our girls and little ones learn better social skills and raise them up well. So we are on the same team and not in competition. I learn from her, that's for sure. I'm grateful for the reminders and for her example. That's why we do things together. I NEED Kellie to lead the way since she's a slightly older mom. She has the skills and words I need. So, I'm glad Kellie was excited to see Keturah and I'm glad we tag teamed the whole hike so our kids would enjoy it rather than complain the whole time.</p><p>- Because let me tell you, we would have both had complainers if we had gone alone. Oh goodness me. her grandchildren were hungry the instant we hit the trail. Keturah took off walking way out in front and if Kellie hadn't been there, I would have yelled at Keturah and it would have ruined the whole hike. Justin would have complained about being there at all because he was so tired. Abishai would have dragged his feet. Instead, Abishai became the official leader of the littles. Although the other two like to try to become the leaders, Abishai usually wins the role. They aren't all best friends. There's some conflicts. But because we are right there, we can work through all those things right then. Loads of learning in the middle of the woods. And shoot, I meant to also tell Keturah not to get so far ahead when there's littles with us. I had totally forgotten to remind her in general of rules about hiking, too. But that was just my brain this week. I got her there. That was enough. I'm not perfect. She stomped through the woods. If she got lost, she had her phone. It was a closed loop anyway. And the park is surrounded by the city and there's a golf course nearby and the Fort itself. It's not like it's an endless forest. And lots of things could happen, sure. I choose to trust that it wouldn't and focus on the littles and conversation with my friend AND not falling. </p><p>- The state park was ok. The ponds and streams were kind of blech. It's in the middle of the city of Lawrence, on the east side of Indy. There's some run off. It felt more like a city park, not a state park you find out in the rural areas. It was kept well enough. It wasn't like there was a lot of trash anywhere. There were a lot of old guys fishing in the pond, weirdly enough. We also found some large feathers from some Canadian geese and some small fluffy down feathers as well. But when you compare the amenities to other parks, there's not much to the trails. There's a paved "trace" where you bike and ride horses that's big enough for cars. Then there's the wooded trails that's more typical of hiking. It was a moderate trail, but a pretty basic loop. The other side of the park had stables and things, which looked good when I accidentally took a wrong turn and had to use their parking lot to turn around. I guess for a park inside of a city it was alright. It's good for some land to be preserved for wildlife in the city. I did wonder if years ago the land was used for training exercises with the fort. I have no idea what the history of Fort Benjamin Harrison is and actually, it was still in operation as a base until I think 20 years ago or something. Some of the buildings have been turned into apartments and shops now. And there's a museum on the state park grounds that would make a good field trip again someday. The city of Lawrence also is using some of the buildings. </p><p>- But I think I prefer Eagle Creek Park on the westside, which is a city of Indianapolis park, not a state park, because it has the bigger cleaner reservoir where there is a beach and there was a gigantic slide for the kids with a big blob on the end. There is also kayak rental and all that. I think I've heard of some friends kayaking possibly in Fall Creek near Fort Benjamin Harrison but I'm not sure. Plus the ornithology center is at Eagle Creek and it just seemed bigger and more actual shelters and trails, with less pavement. I mean, it's nice for bikers to have pavement vs. dirt I guess, but for hikers, pavement is cheating as far as I'm concerned. I need a small path in the woods to count it as a real hike. So, spend $5 to go to Eagle Creek or spend $7 to go to Fort Benjamin Harrison. And they are about the same distance from me. Eagle Creek is a tad further I think. Hm,......Eagle Creek gets my vote.</p><p>- We did get to take Post Rd all the way down from 59th St. to it's end where it becomes Northeastern in Wanamaker though. That was fun. I skipped going on the highway altogether because the traffic looked bad, stop and go, and I didn't want to deal with aggressive drivers again this week. And since Post Rd started right at the park entrance, I didn't have to turn off anywhere until we got close to home! Yes it was stop and go because of stoplights, but it felt like we were making progress the whole way. And it took the same amount of time without the headache of the highway. You gotta love Indianapolis with their preplanned city! Lots of straight(ish) east-west and north-south roads that go all the way through. Some don't. So you take a detour. Been there, done that. But when it works out, it's awesome. And I knew Post Rd. did. I've been on it pretty much the whole way before. It is parallel to the highway. Easy peasy. I gotta have taken Franklin Rd as well but the bridge near our house is being worked on. Plus Franklin Rd has curves in it hear and there. Post Rd is much more straight forward. </p><p>- The ride home was filled with lots of giggles from Justin and Kya in the back. Justin was delirious from being up so early in the day. He made absolutely no sense to any of us and Kya was giggling a lot about it. Aw, young love. Justin sat in the middle of the back seat and blocked my rear view mirror view though! That was pretty funny until I actually needed to see out the window! Abishai was trying to take a nap because he was tuckered out. Keturah started laughing because Justin and Kya were laughing so much. It was great! We came home to Jared finishing up a hodge podge of dinner. We got dinner and chores done. Rested for a bit. And then it was actually bedtime before Jared and Justin took Kya home. </p><p>- It was a great afternoon. Very much needed for all of us. Let's do it again sometime!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKil5_oSU5r8MiwfAkkov4NWVFCVWGi4vT632BxRwYaEsgZ-Wkb-sloY_kzjf4yO7-SJQ_a_bi4JOLFUd3yX2XMxzybCGa-Smi-pYgx424lMYHy7jFj_zhYFuKPSjAfXSnTcxj9DRcRNQEW1Xvs6oIJEdHFSHjIwL9bvRu584r__sj4_CpQzYUHQ/s699/286118582_3119680608295191_3642902068593904053_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="699" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKil5_oSU5r8MiwfAkkov4NWVFCVWGi4vT632BxRwYaEsgZ-Wkb-sloY_kzjf4yO7-SJQ_a_bi4JOLFUd3yX2XMxzybCGa-Smi-pYgx424lMYHy7jFj_zhYFuKPSjAfXSnTcxj9DRcRNQEW1Xvs6oIJEdHFSHjIwL9bvRu584r__sj4_CpQzYUHQ/s320/286118582_3119680608295191_3642902068593904053_n.jpg" width="241" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good point.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipw3ssDb-Mvavq-QL3lyhsqDUZ2YBul7A5_MvCay-AJJdj2kTYUocCcNJTGL9fSlFcldVelY_GTU7iT2woYTWbnyE2UXY8sRHf9Pn-wFg1iMp7E64mcqnIJHQloNWsAGCJKpy-Y62uIPJ2AmOoBmQIzB4pD-CTJwPXL8RbIgncbfiRMX3Geo0V8g/s1792/IMG_3755.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipw3ssDb-Mvavq-QL3lyhsqDUZ2YBul7A5_MvCay-AJJdj2kTYUocCcNJTGL9fSlFcldVelY_GTU7iT2woYTWbnyE2UXY8sRHf9Pn-wFg1iMp7E64mcqnIJHQloNWsAGCJKpy-Y62uIPJ2AmOoBmQIzB4pD-CTJwPXL8RbIgncbfiRMX3Geo0V8g/w296-h640/IMG_3755.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous weather! Need to get outside!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP13V_9pxzJlzunwnEJh7_UCE_lzTAdcqnw2MYdv-MY83abZfnUqUH_DlzuhHMHgWGWvJ4xQgy022mi2wRKJAMmxYP9AvkS5Bvf8Juiw09cVB7_kSa6PzytiiJtCmR2UHt2NR8PyfMxkvf0uH_twlW2nDtlJ6duL6PDnLFwVCF9BpNVU9lUTPkw/s1792/IMG_3756.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghP13V_9pxzJlzunwnEJh7_UCE_lzTAdcqnw2MYdv-MY83abZfnUqUH_DlzuhHMHgWGWvJ4xQgy022mi2wRKJAMmxYP9AvkS5Bvf8Juiw09cVB7_kSa6PzytiiJtCmR2UHt2NR8PyfMxkvf0uH_twlW2nDtlJ6duL6PDnLFwVCF9BpNVU9lUTPkw/w296-h640/IMG_3756.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Because next week, the heat of summer comes!!! EWWWW!!!!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-DEpMt7KhjE_RupAlDwaxVywTZJ_R8Ply9c5wZ_eRFbnlQGPa_zGMmS85NAQz2Sur8jUWgo0aLfHd8e8yrJiK7NpFD4bWRTA8ozCKDqKDYK-Lrnc54ABaYJ3_z7eJyd8yWMH5pxRHEJQOxPJ4grg67xUDa2mKoXNhYfMtSKGu04tH6JFzom6hw/s4032/IMG_3757.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-DEpMt7KhjE_RupAlDwaxVywTZJ_R8Ply9c5wZ_eRFbnlQGPa_zGMmS85NAQz2Sur8jUWgo0aLfHd8e8yrJiK7NpFD4bWRTA8ozCKDqKDYK-Lrnc54ABaYJ3_z7eJyd8yWMH5pxRHEJQOxPJ4grg67xUDa2mKoXNhYfMtSKGu04tH6JFzom6hw/s320/IMG_3757.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing games or reading a bit with Abishai seems to help him not be so clingy with me. Also, his medication was taking effect at this point and he seemed calmer. And I think that's why at first he resisted to going on the hike, he wasn't feeling energized. Oh, and he felt a tad nauseated. But he got over it and we went and he had a great time. Then he had lots of energy right before bed when the medication wore off. So, we know it's doing something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqHe569lsbcb92sLQdujm7CTfDkyvMOVvQEftFOJIYeq17DYWpmu_BHMdJbO6zrksx0-2iThQI_w3hB900uC8PbvRBkRAFqkE9ShJlakRbE5r4drCKzZHArwFRAk7cwI3sNmRWeWARSk0Rtzl1OUAT_GSY_k5zktTCNr5DocnwZ8SgXrimtgSZg/s4032/IMG_3758.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIqHe569lsbcb92sLQdujm7CTfDkyvMOVvQEftFOJIYeq17DYWpmu_BHMdJbO6zrksx0-2iThQI_w3hB900uC8PbvRBkRAFqkE9ShJlakRbE5r4drCKzZHArwFRAk7cwI3sNmRWeWARSk0Rtzl1OUAT_GSY_k5zktTCNr5DocnwZ8SgXrimtgSZg/s320/IMG_3758.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah as dying for something sugary so she decided to make something. She did clean up after herself, very well in fact.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrN61AKAs6JVuSZ732sa3Yn3U2W-QJod-vfID-rQ76wz2jOz2RuoP7aNeixG7C1AhWg6kgUzleK9MiU89onIjTfphll51LLnbh0n6GxKfaBikXuVUcobeXZrFyJS4-Ci7tKnpfr5dUbjlsFnh5GqSnAYaRwSXkFRbtF3huRcK2gYrccBpsgZSyg/s4032/IMG_3759.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbrN61AKAs6JVuSZ732sa3Yn3U2W-QJod-vfID-rQ76wz2jOz2RuoP7aNeixG7C1AhWg6kgUzleK9MiU89onIjTfphll51LLnbh0n6GxKfaBikXuVUcobeXZrFyJS4-Ci7tKnpfr5dUbjlsFnh5GqSnAYaRwSXkFRbtF3huRcK2gYrccBpsgZSyg/s320/IMG_3759.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The next set of flowers are blooming in my flower garden!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTAkRI3HfEn_xNHHKf5JJRKOi3EonTpWLzThB2HtENt9hX9eJU86z34BYX88PvnwDkneZkyQhqUzXaOklx6G_iZSXOtjmKXS9BOrHPCgIGtkaxUcXSxHJu05edLeLSRKRUsyd7Vys7-bQnZwjN88Oe75ixB0nL2feUPy2EURJJFJHuDZtzjU6jA/s4032/IMG_3760.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTAkRI3HfEn_xNHHKf5JJRKOi3EonTpWLzThB2HtENt9hX9eJU86z34BYX88PvnwDkneZkyQhqUzXaOklx6G_iZSXOtjmKXS9BOrHPCgIGtkaxUcXSxHJu05edLeLSRKRUsyd7Vys7-bQnZwjN88Oe75ixB0nL2feUPy2EURJJFJHuDZtzjU6jA/s320/IMG_3760.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63HJz0M3fR3PHZCRD6-4GX5q86sP_8CzElg5EHOnMdCieNvaH1r9ePl8LJ4W5LHXnxtCKTTr87vo89PTHfOqEptzYL7ETt3SSvR3rEqzFY8uoZnBFWxcdW9YB4lVKwsMH7VdDKI1plVHEwY4YpnWXKAlKVD64OfnAaYu2nUwRZrq0q1jC7kurOQ/s4032/IMG_3761.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63HJz0M3fR3PHZCRD6-4GX5q86sP_8CzElg5EHOnMdCieNvaH1r9ePl8LJ4W5LHXnxtCKTTr87vo89PTHfOqEptzYL7ETt3SSvR3rEqzFY8uoZnBFWxcdW9YB4lVKwsMH7VdDKI1plVHEwY4YpnWXKAlKVD64OfnAaYu2nUwRZrq0q1jC7kurOQ/s320/IMG_3761.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3bXWW6MUNLFxVvgMq-LIqPdXfwdjBn3bLwgFAdP46ZLMIP78Cg6MEaOPcXjtwLZBqeFmiJUF_rD6jKjTuawLSxmRSzBR79CgZpRbOWtEVF9yYyMSFK2O0QsRcR6C0fNKxcSvT2Sw_E18NTHyNh_fxo6FMQxiIP9L7YgAUtgJ5zX3liAP8BiMMA/s4032/IMG_3762.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3bXWW6MUNLFxVvgMq-LIqPdXfwdjBn3bLwgFAdP46ZLMIP78Cg6MEaOPcXjtwLZBqeFmiJUF_rD6jKjTuawLSxmRSzBR79CgZpRbOWtEVF9yYyMSFK2O0QsRcR6C0fNKxcSvT2Sw_E18NTHyNh_fxo6FMQxiIP9L7YgAUtgJ5zX3liAP8BiMMA/s320/IMG_3762.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told them to go outside. This is where I find them. I meant use your bodies! And then Keturah declares that she's been outside enough for the day. Um, no, it was not even 10 minutes worth. You are still going hiking, get your shoes on. They are reading, I'll give them that.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY0TIxlSl_lDhBiFAn07-fXvkl1TC-X8w8Q-2dsi61UYI75mye7DUuuj8M4Wx_FKdgLWUqwXYemsjOBzWnHUznd34QM34bUPO4MghT9jRQ11wKrSQFfF5kHO8cLezBILBrbaVvj6yZagcH26_yfHQOIE3LviIX1M40qmE-5JDznZ9xMzGitTMuw/s4032/IMG_3763.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkY0TIxlSl_lDhBiFAn07-fXvkl1TC-X8w8Q-2dsi61UYI75mye7DUuuj8M4Wx_FKdgLWUqwXYemsjOBzWnHUznd34QM34bUPO4MghT9jRQ11wKrSQFfF5kHO8cLezBILBrbaVvj6yZagcH26_yfHQOIE3LviIX1M40qmE-5JDznZ9xMzGitTMuw/s320/IMG_3763.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First bumble on the tall purple flowers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbo7zMYf1yO-h3lWwTfoN0uKYtu9BOq_FAO8Ex2ibzegkFIIqbzNDyGL_fQRkx8IymQ8BlJeq1Nt5WpHkEq7ILnLjTuTl50nVGiEjS75jQVueiB2PHBm712Nwv-yMCAIcZKP0BjuX9sLdMsWNkDo6DgifMQoXPVkffdbugZ9FUPxeweQ7kwOywg/s4032/IMG_3765.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbo7zMYf1yO-h3lWwTfoN0uKYtu9BOq_FAO8Ex2ibzegkFIIqbzNDyGL_fQRkx8IymQ8BlJeq1Nt5WpHkEq7ILnLjTuTl50nVGiEjS75jQVueiB2PHBm712Nwv-yMCAIcZKP0BjuX9sLdMsWNkDo6DgifMQoXPVkffdbugZ9FUPxeweQ7kwOywg/s320/IMG_3765.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"I'm going to sit on these benches in the shade and as far away from you as possible because I don't want to be here because I'm 14 and I don't want to do anything my mother says."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvdUFj-BptW9bBy-bp4YHTWTlloRie-8WGhhOljCvjC14YqU_q8ulbtzUI_DIuP1QGYpdP7Yx4Vi2hJjd2TDUP_KdXH_T6myhml8zcykDxpuhL5rIrMeNODkoh0XVoJwM-i3SLcSRSG-nmHRAi1Dgi5nzjGX2Vj9RCOZ17IvZxMETswUgb4uruQ/s4032/IMG_3766.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvdUFj-BptW9bBy-bp4YHTWTlloRie-8WGhhOljCvjC14YqU_q8ulbtzUI_DIuP1QGYpdP7Yx4Vi2hJjd2TDUP_KdXH_T6myhml8zcykDxpuhL5rIrMeNODkoh0XVoJwM-i3SLcSRSG-nmHRAi1Dgi5nzjGX2Vj9RCOZ17IvZxMETswUgb4uruQ/s320/IMG_3766.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice how far Keturah is along what they called the "trace" or paved trail. She was that way the whole time. I hardly saw her. She says she wants mad and she wasn't pounding her feet. Well, she was walking with authority or attitude or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Gckucdf6pbR7Vu65p1PGGlNlCPE6y16qX_M0q_TVlIOVm6suFHUN3zKfnwCC4pJ7vMsEwKwbQiQa9a2qLef3rM5jOU2rvb7XslD2tYRu5XGmiX9kbRJjnuJEw2ECgJy0Es8WSm6JmP-WfAxBIHlp7Mc_50JklStxsM3sOE3kANgtIhDHj7K-2w/s4032/IMG_3767.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Gckucdf6pbR7Vu65p1PGGlNlCPE6y16qX_M0q_TVlIOVm6suFHUN3zKfnwCC4pJ7vMsEwKwbQiQa9a2qLef3rM5jOU2rvb7XslD2tYRu5XGmiX9kbRJjnuJEw2ECgJy0Es8WSm6JmP-WfAxBIHlp7Mc_50JklStxsM3sOE3kANgtIhDHj7K-2w/s320/IMG_3767.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby goose feathers? Goose down that lined the nest for the babies? Evidence of Canadian geese!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvDI2LBnr0epS2gUtDzECGJ5XeEKIUhz6MNITqI_p7sVc0Y0C3OrUH98QOzsVVZy_Ppn_AbcA1ST5WXTrmu6kEcybvR8lsDov0qNboCLCOVSPNelp2uc9NRHXYBJYKIUgKBWBkVLXvgZmRslnBioLgRDPFV-huKFJzKMQA2WUaVa_A0kyc69qoQ/s4032/IMG_3768.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsvDI2LBnr0epS2gUtDzECGJ5XeEKIUhz6MNITqI_p7sVc0Y0C3OrUH98QOzsVVZy_Ppn_AbcA1ST5WXTrmu6kEcybvR8lsDov0qNboCLCOVSPNelp2uc9NRHXYBJYKIUgKBWBkVLXvgZmRslnBioLgRDPFV-huKFJzKMQA2WUaVa_A0kyc69qoQ/s320/IMG_3768.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm nearly 100% sure these are Canadian geese feathers because they were quite large and there were some geese further up on the pond.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UN67qaWzOPXc6v-94BzKas9yhN9lhuxAyly22Pt4BgjqnqUhySw5RbJoWNZ6TkbE-HwCh8gfWweA15vLnLHEuTA21aOGKMM1hw7fxv1JMkCwreoy9M-UuTI0NKq3MCct8p_ZQsQWDLtQQCcuPK_GWRFA7V2hZASodeQ5R0ShguDGZE7Erk-Llw/s4032/IMG_3769.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UN67qaWzOPXc6v-94BzKas9yhN9lhuxAyly22Pt4BgjqnqUhySw5RbJoWNZ6TkbE-HwCh8gfWweA15vLnLHEuTA21aOGKMM1hw7fxv1JMkCwreoy9M-UuTI0NKq3MCct8p_ZQsQWDLtQQCcuPK_GWRFA7V2hZASodeQ5R0ShguDGZE7Erk-Llw/s320/IMG_3769.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cEHT6TeyAQqksC08ztjAd10Ls9DPNY2hgxfz21nnql0XDm5yJSS1soIrzTFXRCQo0kHIzB2YvNHv9hOTyNr0fU6A1Cxji2lS8VGYNjn3Xn36xYuTO7HruNuqcwp7E4LuLXXJYF5S1NPdE2lBmlOAbfLT0yAQJEPD-jFLm_onsGA9ySjlqUVRsg/s4032/IMG_3770.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4cEHT6TeyAQqksC08ztjAd10Ls9DPNY2hgxfz21nnql0XDm5yJSS1soIrzTFXRCQo0kHIzB2YvNHv9hOTyNr0fU6A1Cxji2lS8VGYNjn3Xn36xYuTO7HruNuqcwp7E4LuLXXJYF5S1NPdE2lBmlOAbfLT0yAQJEPD-jFLm_onsGA9ySjlqUVRsg/s320/IMG_3770.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I noticed several different plants this time that I haven't noticed on other hikes around Indiana. Maybe it's this specific wetland or preserve or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzdhX8VVpp0m7-_fkdk7Fg6gv9VvJjMeAoUo6NSX93PXtmk7UFYg7liGsGxnpTKJ2duXzV6AHjZjXdha0w3Hg6CCahw80KbauOJM_q6-XnES6H0wd2EKVGMD5Mxx6wWeOP64fGCHPlaMpiU8IAw1qUbG5Q_ZejSaNQkqS-h3LSgJw62MFvlE7bA/s4032/IMG_3771.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzdhX8VVpp0m7-_fkdk7Fg6gv9VvJjMeAoUo6NSX93PXtmk7UFYg7liGsGxnpTKJ2duXzV6AHjZjXdha0w3Hg6CCahw80KbauOJM_q6-XnES6H0wd2EKVGMD5Mxx6wWeOP64fGCHPlaMpiU8IAw1qUbG5Q_ZejSaNQkqS-h3LSgJw62MFvlE7bA/s320/IMG_3771.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not the cleanest pond and waterways around, that's for sure. But, it is in the city.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfw7q4h7a9BahGBTxucBszQV-hyNRqsusZARbzqluDrwrndx_KTLKOfG8htYLIoeznV5fYfVvZvs_bw7_vTPmUlcjWPsj2KZtVrP4xFZ00VvoWjt2IE5Tsg40ZW2KaMlDtvEptaqfnjRZD6YqcVz8IEVCDKl6UfezhrcLFxHQUXtFWx51xHgfCg/s4032/IMG_3772.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDfw7q4h7a9BahGBTxucBszQV-hyNRqsusZARbzqluDrwrndx_KTLKOfG8htYLIoeznV5fYfVvZvs_bw7_vTPmUlcjWPsj2KZtVrP4xFZ00VvoWjt2IE5Tsg40ZW2KaMlDtvEptaqfnjRZD6YqcVz8IEVCDKl6UfezhrcLFxHQUXtFWx51xHgfCg/s320/IMG_3772.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some great places for birds to nest.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajZhYZZ0kDD5rbBBwpo4pC7fN6jHfgl_Gl0YFC_cfaj7pGtFEgmc7EjE0h9NYxu1XD67aCCxEIOdlnkx9eN3YSI-eb7CGt1ZY_sK3CNngyKfW8y2oS91OeorTu4waRYNkzGhdqOWDojvxJQfW7srEF2IEJCUE5XmGCqE2589HUQpGEOHSLmzkBA/s4032/IMG_3773.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiajZhYZZ0kDD5rbBBwpo4pC7fN6jHfgl_Gl0YFC_cfaj7pGtFEgmc7EjE0h9NYxu1XD67aCCxEIOdlnkx9eN3YSI-eb7CGt1ZY_sK3CNngyKfW8y2oS91OeorTu4waRYNkzGhdqOWDojvxJQfW7srEF2IEJCUE5XmGCqE2589HUQpGEOHSLmzkBA/w480-h640/IMG_3773.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I honestly couldn't tell if these were bamboo stalks or some other kind of reed plant since we were near the water. They are notched like the bamboo but I don't think bamboo is native like this in Indiana unless someone threw some out there or something. I'm not familiar enough with plants to tell.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpb-8moSpR9dR8bKdu8jHbdcXTdvzOfXySCVUf5HS6pw2wRtzv9DwAx_WS3o1-cy_CBC6D_zRkjhqqPisum1KMK3pUmO7pvEFMOY0TQIk3UHVhkSEa6mwdJQyjacFliHgKbaiPMycoYshx4vRMONKHDSnV07Hn6doydbv4M4NQpJxydEvdg07qyA/s4032/IMG_3774.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpb-8moSpR9dR8bKdu8jHbdcXTdvzOfXySCVUf5HS6pw2wRtzv9DwAx_WS3o1-cy_CBC6D_zRkjhqqPisum1KMK3pUmO7pvEFMOY0TQIk3UHVhkSEa6mwdJQyjacFliHgKbaiPMycoYshx4vRMONKHDSnV07Hn6doydbv4M4NQpJxydEvdg07qyA/s320/IMG_3774.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Indiana wildflowers of some sort.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh3m7kdGBC8m9YicIRIBHxPPrenDQWl9-CdHqrsAkaeYoGIljeRSwV6_7anE1Fc87xzl03uZlZLuCzrrk_jd78ajM09RFoe-5kGN5U_tK3EQFxgODNnKz_rDBqg6gUuaMhiq7REl-0au5Cx_gY__7jIQ1QgLmieHYQe-4_UR4Pas7zW97VOyxxQ/s4032/IMG_3775.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh3m7kdGBC8m9YicIRIBHxPPrenDQWl9-CdHqrsAkaeYoGIljeRSwV6_7anE1Fc87xzl03uZlZLuCzrrk_jd78ajM09RFoe-5kGN5U_tK3EQFxgODNnKz_rDBqg6gUuaMhiq7REl-0au5Cx_gY__7jIQ1QgLmieHYQe-4_UR4Pas7zW97VOyxxQ/s320/IMG_3775.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eww, must you little peoples? That water looks so gross. We didn't stick around for long near the water, thank goodness.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVbsVMrHENDJpjAN86d4IOHX5EF4QWMA_FuAgACrZc19mbal1kgjSl7L91K-SoOUvuWyz2nufWJJ7SGFaPII6B2zyW5lx6t78TDZKBYW9LC_pdSttb9LWMQC9tzEVdGPB4Vv6sz9wSEGcxV6SmVgo2aN0fggSYDiLyyOvoWp2iWsW1Ydv95_lqg/s4032/IMG_3776.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEVbsVMrHENDJpjAN86d4IOHX5EF4QWMA_FuAgACrZc19mbal1kgjSl7L91K-SoOUvuWyz2nufWJJ7SGFaPII6B2zyW5lx6t78TDZKBYW9LC_pdSttb9LWMQC9tzEVdGPB4Vv6sz9wSEGcxV6SmVgo2aN0fggSYDiLyyOvoWp2iWsW1Ydv95_lqg/s320/IMG_3776.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Most of the creek beds were dry. We've had rain off and on, but I would imagine they only run during the early spring. Here's your basic Indiana forest with all the basic trees, poplar, oak, maple, beech.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8n8dv1xIahlVDk-9QbKUBKdubvBypeB-3HHg2_h8W8KM0-jfqvyghdg4gavNQjULn1HWi5hxSHNEVFUob5xxlNsVUAgZ6GGN4uGVl3lrPXLZpsN8FvY9849LeopKH_6PurnkqiZhLST-25anK1hBVIGYvOjlQe07UCku9fLmmhpbhsddGKI-SDA/s4032/IMG_3777.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8n8dv1xIahlVDk-9QbKUBKdubvBypeB-3HHg2_h8W8KM0-jfqvyghdg4gavNQjULn1HWi5hxSHNEVFUob5xxlNsVUAgZ6GGN4uGVl3lrPXLZpsN8FvY9849LeopKH_6PurnkqiZhLST-25anK1hBVIGYvOjlQe07UCku9fLmmhpbhsddGKI-SDA/s320/IMG_3777.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You're not supposed to feed the animals but someone left peanuts out for the squirrels on this stump in the middle of the trail. The squirrels didn't seem to run away when we did seem them in the woods. I'm sure they do actually get fed quite often.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96-0keGwolSjUMRIp_CcvjgFH2FcERsRCDTko2BiF6N47of6zYp2SyHAONAyMLQuFxr2wMkDRC2iij8j4DYspBfHvXlwXzkbKfCMKp0lZ1yfdLQqcyJU5cB9fdTVt3YextdetV-OdkV2r4cXwtKW3XgJswVBmcGnft0WBoEm0ekuN5ClY36CKng/s4032/IMG_3778.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi96-0keGwolSjUMRIp_CcvjgFH2FcERsRCDTko2BiF6N47of6zYp2SyHAONAyMLQuFxr2wMkDRC2iij8j4DYspBfHvXlwXzkbKfCMKp0lZ1yfdLQqcyJU5cB9fdTVt3YextdetV-OdkV2r4cXwtKW3XgJswVBmcGnft0WBoEm0ekuN5ClY36CKng/w480-h640/IMG_3778.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical brown woodland squirrel.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PaszS5gBosxoxQvmAv4vboY-tiLFeSNZx_A-klAvkJljnmYbNfevT7enELniwYWDunn-aGuHI5jalBpq5SQCxycb9G8OVWQEKO1hVtIFIFwVuAsjSj8naRyQNQorrgZbfeXVwz5kY9zbq9uWx_36lTcRT2gE3p3uOYAdzFhjDe_fPj16Wz27iw/s4032/IMG_3779.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PaszS5gBosxoxQvmAv4vboY-tiLFeSNZx_A-klAvkJljnmYbNfevT7enELniwYWDunn-aGuHI5jalBpq5SQCxycb9G8OVWQEKO1hVtIFIFwVuAsjSj8naRyQNQorrgZbfeXVwz5kY9zbq9uWx_36lTcRT2gE3p3uOYAdzFhjDe_fPj16Wz27iw/s320/IMG_3779.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai playing the part of leader, as always.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEYS3zSdDuffaa9Q9jNngGKUONQt9ywcXbB8WPWXdyg4rsBI7TO5gFyG1Az31Ov1jpqbTT_iV7BAlGBb0sAKdkDapUdIFgUJnRfgZWBKq4rjRjRUrmd5QaChKNRCRQYdvXAWAh4pIHFlxv5P9XGl4JCIRpylCl3bQbjKGV1LUjyKfVJwOuavyyg/s4032/IMG_3780.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrEYS3zSdDuffaa9Q9jNngGKUONQt9ywcXbB8WPWXdyg4rsBI7TO5gFyG1Az31Ov1jpqbTT_iV7BAlGBb0sAKdkDapUdIFgUJnRfgZWBKq4rjRjRUrmd5QaChKNRCRQYdvXAWAh4pIHFlxv5P9XGl4JCIRpylCl3bQbjKGV1LUjyKfVJwOuavyyg/s320/IMG_3780.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqLrI-37vXtx8nwB5mhAkzWRIJX8lFyMrt9tT2o57uUvbsym548wrWmA3LNaN04yL_oeWh--x0MrRcl8D8r3EgTU2pJBRy9wDjlJrVNmlr2O1_rwmDhsFYtBaREtnyMse3EmLK8VPPI3aJ19__zQer-afXo06xmsIhJObJ-c1Aw6Q49V8c0hsLg/s4032/IMG_3781.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqLrI-37vXtx8nwB5mhAkzWRIJX8lFyMrt9tT2o57uUvbsym548wrWmA3LNaN04yL_oeWh--x0MrRcl8D8r3EgTU2pJBRy9wDjlJrVNmlr2O1_rwmDhsFYtBaREtnyMse3EmLK8VPPI3aJ19__zQer-afXo06xmsIhJObJ-c1Aw6Q49V8c0hsLg/w640-h480/IMG_3781.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We parked at the Cherry Tree parking lot and then went down to the beginning of the Harrison Trace on the left where it crosses the road. We took the south route of the trace past the Delaware Pond. Then we took the Camp Creek Trail all the way to the Duck Pond. We took the northern part of the Camp Creek Trail back towards the Delaware Pond and then took the Harrison Trace back to the playground and played there for about 20 minutes. Then we walked on the Trace back around to our parking lot. All told for my day, my pedometer says I walked 2.72 miles. The trail map here says Camp Creek Trail is 2 miles, so I'm guessing that with the extra parts of the Trace and such it was a probably closer to 2.25 or 2.5 miles that we walked today. Yeah! I'll be super sore tomorrow, but that's ok. It's just park day so I'll get to sit for most of it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gLpg5fDC6_d-oBajnswxsoOIopmrMCxq_7OEOhm7oYHn8_MapkhXyRi6KvGhx7IEudcqt--4eM2wozdl_nkQ3NlEc5txXGeNuXOP48zwYvsg4rt5Zd_brgbxzx87uGu9XGF8wy68oFhFyh0C6aMXYQP3BRE0uvnjc73XsK0L7gUcxsh_PVIMgg/s4032/IMG_3782.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gLpg5fDC6_d-oBajnswxsoOIopmrMCxq_7OEOhm7oYHn8_MapkhXyRi6KvGhx7IEudcqt--4eM2wozdl_nkQ3NlEc5txXGeNuXOP48zwYvsg4rt5Zd_brgbxzx87uGu9XGF8wy68oFhFyh0C6aMXYQP3BRE0uvnjc73XsK0L7gUcxsh_PVIMgg/s320/IMG_3782.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KBKuKc8pTU2uvR3NhUT-f6t48PNLcXPgzTiRZWM6dGbVdt3r1OBLGP6I_iSCLvqzv6UyuSKjT3xTjdWkQeQEagO32fBhR732TAgAj6eDgJZEvN-lFed9wo4imsRkLoT3eDe2xWjPjdkP-sKS0S5XEIts--sf6GcATp6k4cjL1sUMMQvSRsXJaA/s4032/IMG_3783.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6KBKuKc8pTU2uvR3NhUT-f6t48PNLcXPgzTiRZWM6dGbVdt3r1OBLGP6I_iSCLvqzv6UyuSKjT3xTjdWkQeQEagO32fBhR732TAgAj6eDgJZEvN-lFed9wo4imsRkLoT3eDe2xWjPjdkP-sKS0S5XEIts--sf6GcATp6k4cjL1sUMMQvSRsXJaA/s320/IMG_3783.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the sweet treat Keturah made. I have purposefully not bought a lot of chocolate or restocked the pantry of certain items so we would get to making these things when we were craving sugar. I'm thinking this is a bit past it's prime. She whipped it up all by herself. She said the whipped topping was fine, but the Twinkie pudding does not taste like a Twinkie and is just funky. I'll have to check the ingredients before I taste it, but yeah, it probably doesn't taste like a Twinkie. It's pudding, not cake, dear. I'm just glad the box finally got used. Eat what you want of it and throw away the rest. Although, it did use a lot of milk.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPt9uDQPBfP-2oGInRSzHp3CeiDze1Ykfa7dEz4n3Vy2ti7trglQx0avuWg6EBygLchxLZtIrIgecHAoq5mFwxsTuZmWSk3_IDnFWH9xj3OaQusAyh6njBY9mPk9lWr7KvtWcjIkvz46aPz8X8WxxLAVAnrG6ikOp5VV35oDABGio1quxG9lVHgA/s4032/IMG_3784.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPt9uDQPBfP-2oGInRSzHp3CeiDze1Ykfa7dEz4n3Vy2ti7trglQx0avuWg6EBygLchxLZtIrIgecHAoq5mFwxsTuZmWSk3_IDnFWH9xj3OaQusAyh6njBY9mPk9lWr7KvtWcjIkvz46aPz8X8WxxLAVAnrG6ikOp5VV35oDABGio1quxG9lVHgA/s320/IMG_3784.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtOyHPTSDnWgRcN_sHAWYe-MJ6GuP6xK2NDZ7JC0fbFGBP7tND_xF_3eDuGlHMh8bdIPdR5Pg387gKCyzuUCHmyRPXnAvvENi4y1dXARUQ2FyDMUlbSsBRMA3cduMiQPgCNOOVB637qMoGSDdb5ew5bea1WIYK83KLtvmlguh9iOig7RpS09e0w/s1792/IMG_3785.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtOyHPTSDnWgRcN_sHAWYe-MJ6GuP6xK2NDZ7JC0fbFGBP7tND_xF_3eDuGlHMh8bdIPdR5Pg387gKCyzuUCHmyRPXnAvvENi4y1dXARUQ2FyDMUlbSsBRMA3cduMiQPgCNOOVB637qMoGSDdb5ew5bea1WIYK83KLtvmlguh9iOig7RpS09e0w/w185-h400/IMG_3785.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mama got some major mileage in today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dHjWBViPHjxQcrqLN2CeR1tCxTN6EZLD-lHC5_wvGaLTW0pWXlNNAdokHDE24UqIIrM-1kUSNvPtnW_ykc_aAzrajLdTBiq8VfL18_ozgnBaBLEOOpfG0fAz5QYhl-ombzr__4xsOyaz5FCDhc90sCLsG6yEbVIEiqg3rvRaZWSuEL4vCPTm-g/s940/unnamed.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dHjWBViPHjxQcrqLN2CeR1tCxTN6EZLD-lHC5_wvGaLTW0pWXlNNAdokHDE24UqIIrM-1kUSNvPtnW_ykc_aAzrajLdTBiq8VfL18_ozgnBaBLEOOpfG0fAz5QYhl-ombzr__4xsOyaz5FCDhc90sCLsG6yEbVIEiqg3rvRaZWSuEL4vCPTm-g/w400-h335/unnamed.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen to that! I don't have the time to do what I do, but I do it anyway!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Friday - </p><p>- Well, I'm delayed in starting because I had a thought about what was smelling in the freezer, only it wasn't in the freezer. I thought maybe we had another rotting dead mouse behind the refridgerator, so instead of writing a note and putting it off until tomorrow, I had Justin pull the fridge out. And lo and behold, there was one! Now, it had been dead for some time, so I don't know if it was the culprit of the smell we are smelling, however, Justin said it did smell when he picked it up into a plastic bag and carried outside. And now the back of the fridge, the walls, and the floor are clean, for the first time in years. It was mainly dust back there, yeah, but some sticky dust, and the mouse and something else had stuck to the floor. I tried not to gag as I scrapped up tufts of hair. It was nasty. And after not feeling great today after a very long week. But it's done and it looks fantastic back there. Hopefully, this means I won't have to scrub out the freezer, which I don't have time to do this weekend. </p><p>- Otherwise, it was a decent day with park day out in Shelbyville. The temperature was maybe 70 degrees and it was overcast so we didn't need the splashpad. Justin stayed in the car too long, so I used the car remote to lock him in and turned on the alarm, which makes the horn beep, in order to scare him. Well, when he did finally get out, even after unlocking the car door he said, he set off the alarm! Abishai and I were in the bathroom, so I had to race out there and save him. He was standing next to the car mortified (he says frustrated that I was laughing at him) and I couldn't stop laughing. I finally hit the right button again to turn off the alarm. Poor Justin!</p><p>- I was able to get some cross stitching done and hang out while the boys played or sat with their friends. I did end up with a migraine before we left, so it only got worse being out there, so I was hitting the wall of "I can't do anything else" by the time it was time to leave. We brought Kya home with us again today since they didn't get together earlier in the week and Justin has to skip youth group on Sunday for family supper for Keturah's birthday. (Next time, I'm making someone else give up their social time in order to accommodate the family's schedule because this was a nightmare to accomplish again this week.) We stopped at the Aldi that was nearby and did the minor grocery shopping I needed to do. Jared suggested it. Then I wouldn't have to go back out after I got comfy at home. And it's a good thing, too, because once I did get comfy, I was nearly asleep.</p><p>- Yes, I hit the wall with all my healths and then some. I can't get rid of the headache, the itchy skin is bothering me to no end. My pants are digging into my hips. I can't think straight. I need to think straight in order to maintain relationships and be intentional and work on them between very expensive counseling sessions. I haven't had any time to just listen to podcasts. I'm 8 days behind in reading anything related to the Bible because I've been on the go. Etc. etc. I'm pathetic and miserable. It's a good thing I bought a pizza because I was in no way going to prepare a meal tonight. Tomorrow I'm sure my kids will fill up at the open houses and on Sunday, we'll have something lite since we'll have a bigger supper with Gary and Leah. So yeah for no cooking! </p><p>- We watched the 3rd episode of Obi-Wan and then it was time for Abishai to run around a bit. After that bedtime routines began. Justin and Kya had plenty of fits and giggles about silly stuff, so they're happy. I'm tired of all the driving but it's only for a short while, right? Then I will never see Justin again, right? I hardly ever saw Ava so I better count my blessings. </p><p>- Man, I wish I could just sleep tomorrow instead of wake up, take a shower, and go to open houses and be social. I know you don't have to stay long at each one, but I usually do. Plus kids have to get up early and do yard work for Grandpa. I'm exhausted and my whole body is showing it. Next week isn't any better. This summer is already going by quickly. But we enjoyed the outdoors again today and that's how all that matters. We'll hole up next week with the really hot weather. Now, to get off before my head explodes from this migraine.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWb8IGwTRzDLOPBSUQhyJ9giKozoXohnfqBF7AWjOLHiYWpjEHae8b71n8ZCwjiPYqaulHOmofu4EQeM7O46CbYigGImChasZFcRu97DCbAIBwsQ2HF7Fw9uKiHYmW4_os5rpEqynxoAO7Vca4SHACYUpd7SOrpmxGhXpZysrjU5P3ZWEDCMN6MA/s4032/IMG_3786.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWb8IGwTRzDLOPBSUQhyJ9giKozoXohnfqBF7AWjOLHiYWpjEHae8b71n8ZCwjiPYqaulHOmofu4EQeM7O46CbYigGImChasZFcRu97DCbAIBwsQ2HF7Fw9uKiHYmW4_os5rpEqynxoAO7Vca4SHACYUpd7SOrpmxGhXpZysrjU5P3ZWEDCMN6MA/s320/IMG_3786.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fine, I had had enough, the foam pieces were all over the place now and the Lego pieces were starting to spread. So I took the 10 minutes and cleaned up the area. Although later in the evening Abishai wanted to fill the hole back up with other things. No!!!!! You can't do that!!!! Nothing goes in front of this bookcase, people! Nothing! Sigh. It's been a major struggle to keep this clear and I haven't won the battle for more than a couple of weeks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CQzqbtjRpUZD4WSmD9CJVPieQBfkl4BvibNN5BgEIunWs1-VfTZn4LkXZLZ3mYWKDlPMLgB6MU6Y0GEswSY4QaSJ3sOlvrufltW9HoIsi1W0znutUu0MZbx16SCY5ka-GtLaneSWNqCn_eFQ7HjYwFo7xNfZtEx6k5x37VXtM55wjFvgjn9sUg/s4032/IMG_3788.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5CQzqbtjRpUZD4WSmD9CJVPieQBfkl4BvibNN5BgEIunWs1-VfTZn4LkXZLZ3mYWKDlPMLgB6MU6Y0GEswSY4QaSJ3sOlvrufltW9HoIsi1W0znutUu0MZbx16SCY5ka-GtLaneSWNqCn_eFQ7HjYwFo7xNfZtEx6k5x37VXtM55wjFvgjn9sUg/s320/IMG_3788.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today's flower that is about to bloom. Perhaps tomorrow's sunshine will make it really pop open.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidp6o4TkaY3XBBrKSsk_oQgzkF_DcIX4ennqRaSKcazuxvxjNJx-k4xm-uLjiR0gik1P6HYA2w_5W66kjqs_a3nmaoAcP9pzUtg-K-oGykewIwOeB2hKeyFVudAc7hmLEjRfaL80HOGRs-CskQmmko8ASjCLzobFL8X6oWvG9dnawogO1jWnLZhQ/s4032/IMG_3789.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidp6o4TkaY3XBBrKSsk_oQgzkF_DcIX4ennqRaSKcazuxvxjNJx-k4xm-uLjiR0gik1P6HYA2w_5W66kjqs_a3nmaoAcP9pzUtg-K-oGykewIwOeB2hKeyFVudAc7hmLEjRfaL80HOGRs-CskQmmko8ASjCLzobFL8X6oWvG9dnawogO1jWnLZhQ/s320/IMG_3789.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They took down the shades, maybe for the winter? But hanging with our homies!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3touMx_GH_4GXXsulWdsXTE2SdFw82GRwEqtoYoZnnmIrOsRh3TBxfjr1sPe9hyH0UJoIHlEXOTG8n6hezA381dI24taPzupqw7uPL9Pmycp0q-w5pIEaEFyWvtCNq1ufkdLf7XrM4kvR7NDbVxdpRH9zB7aXxh2v3GpDzv1EAtrP7-RwvZJ8g/s3520/IMG_3790.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo3touMx_GH_4GXXsulWdsXTE2SdFw82GRwEqtoYoZnnmIrOsRh3TBxfjr1sPe9hyH0UJoIHlEXOTG8n6hezA381dI24taPzupqw7uPL9Pmycp0q-w5pIEaEFyWvtCNq1ufkdLf7XrM4kvR7NDbVxdpRH9zB7aXxh2v3GpDzv1EAtrP7-RwvZJ8g/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I commented on Justin's strength as he pulled himself up on the bar next to where I was sitting. Next thing I know, Kellie and I are encouraging him to show off and climb up the whole road. He climbed nearly to the middle of the structure! Way to go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq_RhPTCtLCpFMcfLNNp6ubQHkU4awPS3ygC79oBXup6sJLJVNxjJqLwhwQYWsZ5ny7TPbpZfpLyKwMgQ81WO0gXeuSYw6wYjvyuqlfQ-pWe62KjzIU8evo1B_tYe5SK2hBWLTgdMt2kPx8n0L9F5lgn0cGLMenABbhTfT5zbHsStLqsVC2J2IA/s3520/IMG_3791.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq_RhPTCtLCpFMcfLNNp6ubQHkU4awPS3ygC79oBXup6sJLJVNxjJqLwhwQYWsZ5ny7TPbpZfpLyKwMgQ81WO0gXeuSYw6wYjvyuqlfQ-pWe62KjzIU8evo1B_tYe5SK2hBWLTgdMt2kPx8n0L9F5lgn0cGLMenABbhTfT5zbHsStLqsVC2J2IA/s320/IMG_3791.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzEXdWORrA3Ug68rKaxCS0ClsPY4IRRlD-QjMaoVAnqkbLRhblcjP1wRlkBJ4-thc-ph20O3j3EinfBvXrsHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVS_y5-YZzHpLZgt2OLZ0zVGR5qP3w7-ztiLRsvl9uNdOZuxBMGNnq8yWZyfZ9C6MU4hdGr5J_w5ta7QFQgjdZcYvxI72s8ejL9l65gxAiWh2G9d_ZiiwlAQrbeGYyD1da-mjbfW4gKnIC4UHRGyEs7rHgZ_TAx4ObZtakvvDCkbS6_3Oloj9SQ/s1792/IMG_3793.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoVS_y5-YZzHpLZgt2OLZ0zVGR5qP3w7-ztiLRsvl9uNdOZuxBMGNnq8yWZyfZ9C6MU4hdGr5J_w5ta7QFQgjdZcYvxI72s8ejL9l65gxAiWh2G9d_ZiiwlAQrbeGYyD1da-mjbfW4gKnIC4UHRGyEs7rHgZ_TAx4ObZtakvvDCkbS6_3Oloj9SQ/w296-h640/IMG_3793.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All very true and Jared has become much, much better at saying these things, especially in the last 6 months.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9svylARDPqmK8XS7mhp0ICboNbcDxAt4bXURz7_uA_N8EeZFw12v7S8GSthuw6_bQqLvWsyHXrC_ieOsxsXZCavw3cIYuxBHuPy_hNvmS8afPCt8VjsbnHsHKy6K4yj4o8GYdrxfCnb5sspReOCznov-e6nG3y--nDtEQoZelFs8fy0q-a7Ydw/s1792/IMG_3794.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9svylARDPqmK8XS7mhp0ICboNbcDxAt4bXURz7_uA_N8EeZFw12v7S8GSthuw6_bQqLvWsyHXrC_ieOsxsXZCavw3cIYuxBHuPy_hNvmS8afPCt8VjsbnHsHKy6K4yj4o8GYdrxfCnb5sspReOCznov-e6nG3y--nDtEQoZelFs8fy0q-a7Ydw/w296-h640/IMG_3794.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So busy I even got 8 days behind in my Bible reading.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfkIESbqEVhPqDV1zzOxr2t6PlQIS1PDRdRHwHBVN-x4G08_tGC2seDyVnLQSkmZ9CuvJzv_xrBHeqEpvSn3v3ijxfmom4iHTk_j6z6GSYDLhE4R5cwN9B3IJ1704lru85rru1WsQbDBF_2VcKXP0Cg7Jy310C8H7cIAa8Icf-Jt_d8oWDq9iDQ/s3520/IMG_3795.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUfkIESbqEVhPqDV1zzOxr2t6PlQIS1PDRdRHwHBVN-x4G08_tGC2seDyVnLQSkmZ9CuvJzv_xrBHeqEpvSn3v3ijxfmom4iHTk_j6z6GSYDLhE4R5cwN9B3IJ1704lru85rru1WsQbDBF_2VcKXP0Cg7Jy310C8H7cIAa8Icf-Jt_d8oWDq9iDQ/s320/IMG_3795.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giggle, giggle, whisper, whisper, what did you just say? These two kids just hang out here in Justin's crowded room most of the time Kya comes over. But, I often hear the best laughter coming out of Kya and it makes it all worth it. And Justin gets to laugh as well. What a goofball he is, but he's great for Kya and that's what matters.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyzCwbQmyX3rgKxcPMHuAJ4sghp7s59craFd-mZ-FjW2rMcGs8TBQY79un0r3582H5eGj2HoDskLY9UnnL6_A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67SyvVQ91Fn_4McperVRDX3QCR8THDPY_cFpDe1YDcHAi_7jmgda8vhsJlUpaejqi6JUxBHXzE-JIWywCy_xgMr1q5ndhMbHhJ9RgLLWMyyiPVRorqG3zCYd4I2jANcKvow3kdHU9k89DRTAOxM8KMToPkPAvkEEfJG17oncMLAYenj6tZXEfDg/s4032/IMG_3797.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67SyvVQ91Fn_4McperVRDX3QCR8THDPY_cFpDe1YDcHAi_7jmgda8vhsJlUpaejqi6JUxBHXzE-JIWywCy_xgMr1q5ndhMbHhJ9RgLLWMyyiPVRorqG3zCYd4I2jANcKvow3kdHU9k89DRTAOxM8KMToPkPAvkEEfJG17oncMLAYenj6tZXEfDg/s320/IMG_3797.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't think to take a photo of the piles of dust beforehand, but proof that I can and do deep clean sometimes when the opportunity arises. I just choose not to spend my limited energy on it. Long story short, we thought we smelled something coming from the freezer so I had a thought that it could be a rotting dead mouse and it was. So I don't do things halfway, and so I made sure I cleaned the vents on the back of the fridge, and the floor, and left in decent shape. I did have to go back there and scrape the mouse hair off the floor that was left behind when Justin picked it up to throw it away. Ewwww!!! But yes, it's best to just get the mini cleanup project done right then and there. Much better than adding to a list that will never see the light of day. Nice and clean!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSoYYk95GVadp8sFVqQeF6QIrYBYo8z66quAqbnEUq4IsXW59s35YUD2GINXRKg2Ys5H26ACN9LfazBYDEgyeD2wZxRWcjSmWPznP0Zdt4MulboIFOfI9FUFaJ3ZzcFQua6h4rNe2Y1V7hmDMUzbd8DoyvOTGEvMBH9DHSyWSh-ncfLKEO-8thg/s4032/IMG_3798.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSoYYk95GVadp8sFVqQeF6QIrYBYo8z66quAqbnEUq4IsXW59s35YUD2GINXRKg2Ys5H26ACN9LfazBYDEgyeD2wZxRWcjSmWPznP0Zdt4MulboIFOfI9FUFaJ3ZzcFQua6h4rNe2Y1V7hmDMUzbd8DoyvOTGEvMBH9DHSyWSh-ncfLKEO-8thg/s320/IMG_3798.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da! 5 years of dust and grime, gone. Hopefully it helps the fridge not work so hard as well now that I cleaned the vents out.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - </p><p>- Open House day! Easy start to the day, then two open houses, one being within walking distance so it was easy for the introverts to leave early, and our normal at home evening routine. That's it! Yup, that's it! Details below.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cgQAGEw93lbKDm-MLjMG4SJXCPn14yZfFKbZCPsI_13WsJG2Hy3bNspNXWDgcudJ5IjFEohmr8CM0XPbKZU6hBquAbfYb8Ve25WXJx3FYL8K-nlxkGyFtUATbrCM6UitZ-J4femnVye0vkDu4ekveH8QKT7nHUZrXFNh7PnxEUoY_sdbjWPv6A/s4032/IMG_3799.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cgQAGEw93lbKDm-MLjMG4SJXCPn14yZfFKbZCPsI_13WsJG2Hy3bNspNXWDgcudJ5IjFEohmr8CM0XPbKZU6hBquAbfYb8Ve25WXJx3FYL8K-nlxkGyFtUATbrCM6UitZ-J4femnVye0vkDu4ekveH8QKT7nHUZrXFNh7PnxEUoY_sdbjWPv6A/s320/IMG_3799.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared and Justin went out driving so I was left to scratch Abishai's itch of making this crescent rolls that had been in the fridge since Easter. Yeah, I know, I don't bake stuff, ok? I threw some cinnamon in one set just to "spice" things up. Bwahahaha, I know, bad joke. But everybody had breakfast for today and tomorrow. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN7XRmJG8ddovm-SihFRBIccBDVrk2s2CbMqTR3i5_SZ2uA2A0osyAmJ293m8OxNk-i3G3zrW2WN3kHRMdg9W6y49H-MozisZ1615G2_Wfw4ZqvAN_fmnLEixSGrF6gvghYSYqYNsXW6_IRbdeGVpHbNIK6EeEeQbsFsZ_tJWx_25Gt3zEFPSSw/s3520/IMG_3801.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNN7XRmJG8ddovm-SihFRBIccBDVrk2s2CbMqTR3i5_SZ2uA2A0osyAmJ293m8OxNk-i3G3zrW2WN3kHRMdg9W6y49H-MozisZ1615G2_Wfw4ZqvAN_fmnLEixSGrF6gvghYSYqYNsXW6_IRbdeGVpHbNIK6EeEeQbsFsZ_tJWx_25Gt3zEFPSSw/s320/IMG_3801.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wakey, wakey, sleepy head! The smell didn't wake her up because they had cooled off, but I tried. And it's much better than telling her to do something as soon she woke up. She did act a bit better today, so I'll call that a win.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwLwcX9vpXo2Ooy4iqkA3gVnBdIiw4KyWTUfOdwP37RWRhT2mO6aUnr8pl4EsucKNEt9tXx65e9G0qRX9V4cA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUUEiKu-PHntDu-uffti3CNS-99-rTzwpEUaiZEkJlHEJ4arni8clkDp__GdwjKywdBt17w580Oa3mPxqQhqjaMPyLRhTfXLHw76Z1XPa1ygsvMTGOMhdPZH9fAowmBV62MmsLQOAXfnCGAghIOIggldIAYZuvVpkAr1WFDN6puhg6QtI7rctoQ/s4032/IMG_3804.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUUEiKu-PHntDu-uffti3CNS-99-rTzwpEUaiZEkJlHEJ4arni8clkDp__GdwjKywdBt17w580Oa3mPxqQhqjaMPyLRhTfXLHw76Z1XPa1ygsvMTGOMhdPZH9fAowmBV62MmsLQOAXfnCGAghIOIggldIAYZuvVpkAr1WFDN6puhg6QtI7rctoQ/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess since it's going to be 98 next week, we should put away the flannel snowflake sheets for the year, right? Ok, we got these sheets in like March, and they are super comfy and I just didn't want to change them back to the boring old plain cotton blue ones, ok? Maybe I should buy some nicer bedsheets for our anniversary this year. Now that's a thought.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWUk-xdfms2_DSdclx5ZDRVcC1qX2oYBrBFU8tNvrbLyZXeYwTkkrryoMln3bzy_k1JBYGOaI5_6QERj9qzaII0wOGz8eZTTauhzMjHykm_FnKBKjinrUw77w0qEUUrcPYzD1hPSMgU6yypEG-bE7hhHsEFFy3BdO5mx-NNoQJgot2WHX86ff-Q/s1792/IMG_3805.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMWUk-xdfms2_DSdclx5ZDRVcC1qX2oYBrBFU8tNvrbLyZXeYwTkkrryoMln3bzy_k1JBYGOaI5_6QERj9qzaII0wOGz8eZTTauhzMjHykm_FnKBKjinrUw77w0qEUUrcPYzD1hPSMgU6yypEG-bE7hhHsEFFy3BdO5mx-NNoQJgot2WHX86ff-Q/w185-h400/IMG_3805.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When you forget that you have a regular monthly meeting that you could have prescheduled in your phone and then you buy movie tix for that evening instead, you make sure you go overboard and put in the dates for that meeting for the rest of the year so you don't forget again. Whoops. I usually am better about this. And I check my calendar 98% of the time before I schedule anything. And since there wasn't anything going on, I clicked, "buy!" SMH<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9iZkJw-aIVpXT7eu6OTwbiVjsjvFisyUz_qqtYmCSrbShfqGp-QtqZroUX_QwysnnjzZkBRsRJBtmFS9NOcWD4NmJNQr_fafTjWlTg1ohw6HamXtN-Chzi8SEO_JgIzjOILjtUumsxk4XLZsxSfn-c90WqWcAbXVNG47YCHXEOjr5B3j4V22XSQ/s4032/IMG_3810.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9iZkJw-aIVpXT7eu6OTwbiVjsjvFisyUz_qqtYmCSrbShfqGp-QtqZroUX_QwysnnjzZkBRsRJBtmFS9NOcWD4NmJNQr_fafTjWlTg1ohw6HamXtN-Chzi8SEO_JgIzjOILjtUumsxk4XLZsxSfn-c90WqWcAbXVNG47YCHXEOjr5B3j4V22XSQ/s320/IMG_3810.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dog, you're pitiful. Just pitiful. Yes, she does pet him often. She's not really ignoring him. That's why he lays with her all the time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfQXdFDJyF1gygg31NDmY4MofhJP4zaFAvMQJsxBLuM-GhDtUgxrFUV1Wi4YxI2So3P-PbWjljX64e1m9Wz_eF_Y9HU3Ti2NTNzEAwl0zGvkvqGB4woGShWfOFHBwoaOrmrFZqE2tWHPVn7ZmkKF2AfEBJfOhN4WkQZ-UeMCCn0O_yiwFcm5MDw/s4032/IMG_3814.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPfQXdFDJyF1gygg31NDmY4MofhJP4zaFAvMQJsxBLuM-GhDtUgxrFUV1Wi4YxI2So3P-PbWjljX64e1m9Wz_eF_Y9HU3Ti2NTNzEAwl0zGvkvqGB4woGShWfOFHBwoaOrmrFZqE2tWHPVn7ZmkKF2AfEBJfOhN4WkQZ-UeMCCn0O_yiwFcm5MDw/s320/IMG_3814.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new record low this side of having kids! Yeah! Nearly down to my fully pregnant with Benaiah or Justin weight. Down 28lbs or so since I had Covid in October. At least something good came out of that. But I did these few lbs with really starving myself of any calories, so I need to put the fruits and veggies in that I always forget.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdUni0BFax0ElmlcdQRCSEsyJqSiVhkBX-sXlFjVHyPNc_Mblrr6mQqoopkSGQ8QmEqrRgU_94GF_moorxFWs1m94QC21zZ1Meerz5SNk0zogCjXk5ZntQtkJLwSw2C9wclHng4EUQwi0wgkB6aG7jdpSs4AceV98GjVk6JFm9gllSy-jvAY65w/s4032/IMG_3816.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmdUni0BFax0ElmlcdQRCSEsyJqSiVhkBX-sXlFjVHyPNc_Mblrr6mQqoopkSGQ8QmEqrRgU_94GF_moorxFWs1m94QC21zZ1Meerz5SNk0zogCjXk5ZntQtkJLwSw2C9wclHng4EUQwi0wgkB6aG7jdpSs4AceV98GjVk6JFm9gllSy-jvAY65w/s320/IMG_3816.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy is trying to teach Abishai how to tie his shoes, it's just that we don't have the time/patience/don't remember to go after it unless it's time to leave. But, it's our goal this year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BDbqX9WCZFElyWECZPqXZSazfZCl25Z7Fog6zT9KmiYpgqPswwpRXjHjFc2PzEawvdvUPQRpF8AoeDZ0ENuL01FGZDBZwEoe4WYMwXacEqfWJcQTgdh_iHEKClq_CzHNYzzv08fQvW5Dd4sfI0anV5y3pUf2ixWTAo1kBHvmToF_4sfsCfXzDw/s1792/IMG_3817.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_BDbqX9WCZFElyWECZPqXZSazfZCl25Z7Fog6zT9KmiYpgqPswwpRXjHjFc2PzEawvdvUPQRpF8AoeDZ0ENuL01FGZDBZwEoe4WYMwXacEqfWJcQTgdh_iHEKClq_CzHNYzzv08fQvW5Dd4sfI0anV5y3pUf2ixWTAo1kBHvmToF_4sfsCfXzDw/w296-h640/IMG_3817.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sure, yes, both/and. We were a Bible based nation to begin with. Our nation was founded on Bible based principles like the Ten Commandments, which actually serve as the base for most judicial <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAGacTSkAig8VPqGHeQswFrVwznLF68XknONXod3cxpWnU9o83eZ1sFaCRl21AeKxkW2ypvcEhSrHnYR2htB1zMnrWSnBfxZH1b1ASPPLHs6hcip5DdkPNKEb3kWvVkt7eJXeZ0B7piMK7EKflwPp1Ec6zKjNYIfCbyHG_vCFrmg6v50qQqx_kQ/s4032/IMG_3818.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkAGacTSkAig8VPqGHeQswFrVwznLF68XknONXod3cxpWnU9o83eZ1sFaCRl21AeKxkW2ypvcEhSrHnYR2htB1zMnrWSnBfxZH1b1ASPPLHs6hcip5DdkPNKEb3kWvVkt7eJXeZ0B7piMK7EKflwPp1Ec6zKjNYIfCbyHG_vCFrmg6v50qQqx_kQ/s320/IMG_3818.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pet me, I'm cute! Justin's hair was on point today! Major bedhead for the win! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8lzadrW7jmfaE7DWl0KMjfjHvVPSdjY0og8oNhObkfQFE2_rwID6l4BEVBeuVNEpU5nPpy41AQGCIRNz84xMPOz4KWlq-kcAJPeOG3t5wUwAGKxHGXP6z-6tgp_Muw_KTviVE2tSR0dahfhrmDgPXebo0YShjkSEfUR9Q3EKYjDUnbQrGvDamQ/s4032/IMG_3820.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8lzadrW7jmfaE7DWl0KMjfjHvVPSdjY0og8oNhObkfQFE2_rwID6l4BEVBeuVNEpU5nPpy41AQGCIRNz84xMPOz4KWlq-kcAJPeOG3t5wUwAGKxHGXP6z-6tgp_Muw_KTviVE2tSR0dahfhrmDgPXebo0YShjkSEfUR9Q3EKYjDUnbQrGvDamQ/s320/IMG_3820.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5leBM6IANOxgryqSmP7sLIKxZF-Ldz_rru0rG5kEIGh6Fa9g7jhul8zHIJ5P5fjdeIfOEzYNCKfjm5EyuqWqLoWi0-Gk3eRIc9hyV-TKGm5_0STwzeIvSd3QqOWRBLaG-e4rzKjNU76WaEPvnlc5_xyqj6432D0y6Cy4GNfYzLtZpwkNrCXGSQ/s4032/IMG_3821.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz5leBM6IANOxgryqSmP7sLIKxZF-Ldz_rru0rG5kEIGh6Fa9g7jhul8zHIJ5P5fjdeIfOEzYNCKfjm5EyuqWqLoWi0-Gk3eRIc9hyV-TKGm5_0STwzeIvSd3QqOWRBLaG-e4rzKjNU76WaEPvnlc5_xyqj6432D0y6Cy4GNfYzLtZpwkNrCXGSQ/w480-h640/IMG_3821.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS50VAOW-L2UOMGEi1CQEgamFweiuHpIgnMEPq_AqkmkkwH03JIC7tCWJcSnGxfnj3CFuf7l9QhjFcm2B1RiGF8cKOoqvAUahDtezMb4vnpZmPXZrVNeGbHmVeYpkIAIL3iQfZ7iWKT9FvHhI_0ruI18sMF5c4gipmjkkP7NRGFYqkEvhRNGxFVQ/s4032/IMG_3825.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS50VAOW-L2UOMGEi1CQEgamFweiuHpIgnMEPq_AqkmkkwH03JIC7tCWJcSnGxfnj3CFuf7l9QhjFcm2B1RiGF8cKOoqvAUahDtezMb4vnpZmPXZrVNeGbHmVeYpkIAIL3iQfZ7iWKT9FvHhI_0ruI18sMF5c4gipmjkkP7NRGFYqkEvhRNGxFVQ/s320/IMG_3825.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wasn't sure about these open house things, but he did get to play with two small dogs and found a couple of kids his age to play with. So he eventually warmed up to the situation. I had also given him his ADHD medication and so he was showing the lethargy of it, too. So now we know what dosage he needs to be on. Yeah! This is Miss Minnie at Mrs. Ellen's house. Yes, that Mrs. Ellen from the e2 office. Her twin boys graduated this year. They were in MOPS with us when the older kids were toddlers. I was hoping to bump into old MOPS people, but didn't recognize anyone that was there. We stayed for almost an hour, unsure what to do, too. Oh well. We liked looking at all their photo albums and school papers though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JlbKXGiHc-WllIXmSCIhsN_0UltDJcP8ZwfCgen2d6hnnZmqSfw2nYz3Ngk9aHd7qHw4KJmiXqemOKuSxxeysNR7RhItPsADqgZJc0gOqi0YGBTFx5r5xPSDcE0CErncpRsW9tRZ9AIDXhv0loQJcX91OfWdZbtMAfJdMbjlTHMbbQ56PIGoBA/s4032/IMG_3826.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JlbKXGiHc-WllIXmSCIhsN_0UltDJcP8ZwfCgen2d6hnnZmqSfw2nYz3Ngk9aHd7qHw4KJmiXqemOKuSxxeysNR7RhItPsADqgZJc0gOqi0YGBTFx5r5xPSDcE0CErncpRsW9tRZ9AIDXhv0loQJcX91OfWdZbtMAfJdMbjlTHMbbQ56PIGoBA/s320/IMG_3826.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We drove home from Mrs. Ellen's house to drop off the van and top of water bottles (use the restroom, too) before walking over to the Smiths for Devon's open house. And I noticed that the _____ are rebudding. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVktzyPd4coAMupDnsuTU-MNfHFfWkRprmg9739tT6D_YAioyAnnydsSVsKwTCAiWQhDVsWVnb4IJFhIuhrvuN2iCvxHxMZOnqTG6pz1DGpHAjMdjHhuKz86OlG0nFMI2jnszG0Qvn1FNbnkpalJDLrO-EpWQDean6GSwqzJk4QiPmb_bSLH9kQ/s4032/IMG_3827.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtVktzyPd4coAMupDnsuTU-MNfHFfWkRprmg9739tT6D_YAioyAnnydsSVsKwTCAiWQhDVsWVnb4IJFhIuhrvuN2iCvxHxMZOnqTG6pz1DGpHAjMdjHhuKz86OlG0nFMI2jnszG0Qvn1FNbnkpalJDLrO-EpWQDean6GSwqzJk4QiPmb_bSLH9kQ/s320/IMG_3827.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHR6mPDigXvR682ecrsPY_HcgnwAvyHhjte4DvVwYVsmM9Ld6DC-vNQhJcXhJJW9fmt6fef411JGQhnwGvpWYBckPoa3vcFLy_82GihF6CRIdlk0gLp6Gh9QX0GvUYV73b3_zOu6fua1X0mUFgUIUMpmrJo2TkzVMqBdTTeYSTZMUze2_jQJ8iQ/s4032/IMG_3828.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHR6mPDigXvR682ecrsPY_HcgnwAvyHhjte4DvVwYVsmM9Ld6DC-vNQhJcXhJJW9fmt6fef411JGQhnwGvpWYBckPoa3vcFLy_82GihF6CRIdlk0gLp6Gh9QX0GvUYV73b3_zOu6fua1X0mUFgUIUMpmrJo2TkzVMqBdTTeYSTZMUze2_jQJ8iQ/s320/IMG_3828.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loads of popping blooms!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVFOJbj7psO0BxT33klijaZPJAVKDg2F3G6DQLt9yWRqdBKr1kz7shgqvgVYGajjxaHdRH_gvpLqa_D0gdE7vdR6ndaFLueMimfdnRkdsnwlJskw-yKXOefM8JvpMmlEpCJEZ-p9kyL5Od5aDeFVLWR9_sdl3zCAI6hut0Ivogz1a46msdFAQ1Q/s4032/IMG_3829.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnVFOJbj7psO0BxT33klijaZPJAVKDg2F3G6DQLt9yWRqdBKr1kz7shgqvgVYGajjxaHdRH_gvpLqa_D0gdE7vdR6ndaFLueMimfdnRkdsnwlJskw-yKXOefM8JvpMmlEpCJEZ-p9kyL5Od5aDeFVLWR9_sdl3zCAI6hut0Ivogz1a46msdFAQ1Q/s320/IMG_3829.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeJHDgu94GtMMj7HKWU8jBr5aW1IOIIcwowB7x_NdR3ZaPVMedPW8IKv9kh6qeVPqEB53bWweCfLvF8hFgNSOHHPLE5wTy_UglpHGTH-t8lEtgRnZPvbkHdts_MnNiam7zRYhr4M_JlLaR-AUl8NUyVrPmhPrz0ww85bCFPb_f39nmGKX9JstiA/s4032/IMG_3830.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeJHDgu94GtMMj7HKWU8jBr5aW1IOIIcwowB7x_NdR3ZaPVMedPW8IKv9kh6qeVPqEB53bWweCfLvF8hFgNSOHHPLE5wTy_UglpHGTH-t8lEtgRnZPvbkHdts_MnNiam7zRYhr4M_JlLaR-AUl8NUyVrPmhPrz0ww85bCFPb_f39nmGKX9JstiA/s320/IMG_3830.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWYOuAE1HARMHyHd6hLZw_g4tERAxkhGu9_pbqFpUdIEhp1QclMH9a6jidfa__qNzMtincmeChXWAyLmqRyBgr_u61LbrpzWXT5eYc5Qsb3PEkZhIZv2wEB-RNNKmPc0PxbFrFXE1FYaOtKEvz_FT-xwh0FaAVb2ThKaN-EOiYL9jZXN9GSjWiQ/s4032/IMG_3831.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWYOuAE1HARMHyHd6hLZw_g4tERAxkhGu9_pbqFpUdIEhp1QclMH9a6jidfa__qNzMtincmeChXWAyLmqRyBgr_u61LbrpzWXT5eYc5Qsb3PEkZhIZv2wEB-RNNKmPc0PxbFrFXE1FYaOtKEvz_FT-xwh0FaAVb2ThKaN-EOiYL9jZXN9GSjWiQ/s320/IMG_3831.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On towards Jim's house. Abishai was excited to play with Bristol and Lucky, the little dogs, but Lucky was having a visit at the much calmer neighbor's house. He got to play with Bristol though. The teens and I stayed for about an hour again but once again, there really wasn't anyone to talk to. Jared and Jim started up a great conversation and I was listening in until Jared moved seats to a chair out of the sun and to the far end of the table, essentially cutting me out of the conversation! Hey! I was using you as a buffer! Sigh. Ok, then, time to go home I guess. Again, it was fun seeing all of Devon's photos from show choir and theater and growing up things. And it was good to be outside. But I think the pollen is really starting to give me even more trouble this year because I had a headache by the time I walked back.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJm3I0cdcOhMrO-ozUUoY6xkFN0UJvgG5t9Alk3VYlCrC_34wPkdB_cvoHN89xFzajvtXWE3DJzh9mHvYhbj4znfDbOAuY6NPSsHJh2rSy7RxIdCYVLfYeiWqDiH3EeD2W7XEfL2qiUYJ7-dgB9EfrCXjCKBnjhzzpifDEp96oRhiCxEX2Pt28aQ/s4032/IMG_3834.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJm3I0cdcOhMrO-ozUUoY6xkFN0UJvgG5t9Alk3VYlCrC_34wPkdB_cvoHN89xFzajvtXWE3DJzh9mHvYhbj4znfDbOAuY6NPSsHJh2rSy7RxIdCYVLfYeiWqDiH3EeD2W7XEfL2qiUYJ7-dgB9EfrCXjCKBnjhzzpifDEp96oRhiCxEX2Pt28aQ/s320/IMG_3834.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Right before we walked back I motioned Justin to come over and climb the tree to get a piece of the game the other kids were playing down. It's two small balls tied together with a string that you throw on the goal looking thing on the left. One of the other dads was a genius and put a basketball on his shoulder and then under the tree limb, giving the limb much more strength so Justin could safely walk over to it. And after a lot of effort, Justin was able to get it down with a broom handle. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAr_uUFs7WZydAo23JEVOmP-KdphvbpnfhUxRi--htVCk61zKuUEbvJxWkGLXz9uFVJWY-Fx2m6hi7Qp2U4MJp1ocsF3psFC4wEnEmpAZ5r8oNuwGhTHmQ-BXDa-icCj1vgBd0W3C8R7Eq16kvk--YWBe-Zp0e3WKDcno6FR6R-hwmNhWXtorKg/s4032/IMG_3835.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAr_uUFs7WZydAo23JEVOmP-KdphvbpnfhUxRi--htVCk61zKuUEbvJxWkGLXz9uFVJWY-Fx2m6hi7Qp2U4MJp1ocsF3psFC4wEnEmpAZ5r8oNuwGhTHmQ-BXDa-icCj1vgBd0W3C8R7Eq16kvk--YWBe-Zp0e3WKDcno6FR6R-hwmNhWXtorKg/s320/IMG_3835.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good thing it's not terribly high off the ground and Justin is a willing big brother. And then he got to ride his motorbike back to the house that he rode to Jim's house.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJQtnHRoRIKAgEgikOJaYewRdPc9eFlUdSVes-Z6vYsNXhZSuzoHSg5fj4GcXuIvJEehGoWvYc8zurwI4lvXXegUrefraTb-YET0nZbkkvmPEjyjMUysXP6ihuFSEncIW6eyDyXFHmSiOByainZVYdx1uQ5DxGCE2qmo9GQOAwDGTgQjcidr3Kw/s4032/IMG_3836.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgJQtnHRoRIKAgEgikOJaYewRdPc9eFlUdSVes-Z6vYsNXhZSuzoHSg5fj4GcXuIvJEehGoWvYc8zurwI4lvXXegUrefraTb-YET0nZbkkvmPEjyjMUysXP6ihuFSEncIW6eyDyXFHmSiOByainZVYdx1uQ5DxGCE2qmo9GQOAwDGTgQjcidr3Kw/s320/IMG_3836.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai finally found a couple of kids his age to play with. Just have to give Abishai some time to scope out the situation and then he'll make himself at home. He did spend some time inside the Smith house with Bristol, which was fine. I made the other two kids stay outside where the party was knowing how Adrienne (well, Jim, too) likes to keep everyone outside when she can.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECBcBm3gn5Nq70Ne46YR6Diw1_yCUaTkVAgPgPs6J1GoV8Cb8z6KBI6Oc2qM5AJPNzr53mtHqGZxuq0yD-zT-QbMarQNPTzmXAq8FdUNbPpCX9zlood-BevS8IjAJuKBHJ3Md9XLarDmtgxy5XWKGtSgI_4EgD_oYioylIPv-73QbiGElasChtA/s4032/IMG_3840.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgECBcBm3gn5Nq70Ne46YR6Diw1_yCUaTkVAgPgPs6J1GoV8Cb8z6KBI6Oc2qM5AJPNzr53mtHqGZxuq0yD-zT-QbMarQNPTzmXAq8FdUNbPpCX9zlood-BevS8IjAJuKBHJ3Md9XLarDmtgxy5XWKGtSgI_4EgD_oYioylIPv-73QbiGElasChtA/s320/IMG_3840.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walked home to find my fellow introverts waiting for me on their devices. Yes, this is a teen thing. But it's also very much my introverted teens' thing. It's just easier to control life and the words you say when you can pause and correct your grammar as you type and then send it over the airwaves, rather than think on your feet. We, three, were drained after just two open houses that weren't even that exciting or overwhelming. I can't imagine next year going to more of them for Justin's small group buddies. Oi!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RY4IqXZGWlA8d8tWZ49gBjo2kKq1jbOuaiSRcCQQjNMvnDPLXpWN-bFbrydNKH8bEz-pur7WB5ckWgH0mO9kLygSK-Ig4aEUAgwQUJTAWy_8Xrztgm-rGQNuLkpbNtkmYgfDm0rJWSCv7rECx1aCIPcbjKHGrzxP2Y2NCQ8zc5HnEZ1WjV9txQ/s4032/IMG_3843.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RY4IqXZGWlA8d8tWZ49gBjo2kKq1jbOuaiSRcCQQjNMvnDPLXpWN-bFbrydNKH8bEz-pur7WB5ckWgH0mO9kLygSK-Ig4aEUAgwQUJTAWy_8Xrztgm-rGQNuLkpbNtkmYgfDm0rJWSCv7rECx1aCIPcbjKHGrzxP2Y2NCQ8zc5HnEZ1WjV9txQ/s320/IMG_3843.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally found a nice cami to underneath this shirt and an occasion to wear it. Yeah! I still had the tags on it from when I bought it last year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAoDhLplqa9KAIeHMoXhsHL46qmC-pbJOe7nX6modWgnNDPownk2fbmgdxH5VpOMr0mCduY7NQp_HYUchWAacQaxqlR-qQvLKKmc-wJ7JPfs_lGpbW_4x6MRoG6ncothHRU2p5stCEmDoenIzpHxfwCcdbNuxB_qtg-IXy5jsC5l3Jy24jkqFSA/s1792/IMG_3844.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAoDhLplqa9KAIeHMoXhsHL46qmC-pbJOe7nX6modWgnNDPownk2fbmgdxH5VpOMr0mCduY7NQp_HYUchWAacQaxqlR-qQvLKKmc-wJ7JPfs_lGpbW_4x6MRoG6ncothHRU2p5stCEmDoenIzpHxfwCcdbNuxB_qtg-IXy5jsC5l3Jy24jkqFSA/w296-h640/IMG_3844.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect weather for open houses! We saw many other parties in the neighborhood as we drove through. Typically we've already hit 90 degrees by now. That's coming in a couple of days. We've enjoyed a very cool and beautiful spring!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4v8L7FPQLjY0rdJQk6mvM50tdLvR72ZkAyQU4m9_G5Wsx4zFtW0vLMwtRn7Po_1CTZ4jDNSgkBtq129c2PcMNn8G8j6knFrB2EXwR_bHAloXbZ73c2EOm1xoxONIeAxQKT20n7bKJwgg2S2OX-b2Cja_T8Pq1W3qUSnJVF6FO29TFZqmpKlwPNQ/s4032/IMG_3847.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4v8L7FPQLjY0rdJQk6mvM50tdLvR72ZkAyQU4m9_G5Wsx4zFtW0vLMwtRn7Po_1CTZ4jDNSgkBtq129c2PcMNn8G8j6knFrB2EXwR_bHAloXbZ73c2EOm1xoxONIeAxQKT20n7bKJwgg2S2OX-b2Cja_T8Pq1W3qUSnJVF6FO29TFZqmpKlwPNQ/s320/IMG_3847.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got to wear my plum colored capris again. It is a hard color to match with when your tops in your wardrobe are mostly colored themselves. I don't have black/white/gray that would easily go with a colored pant. But I like that I can fit into a size 12 petite that isn't stretchy and have it not be super tight. It's still a little bit tight and I was glad to get out of them and I don't prefer to sit with them on, but I can still make them work. And my rear end doesn't look huge in them. You can't tell just how flatter I am now, but when I do a crunch, I can actually see my abs muscles on the outside (at least the top set right under my ribcage). Woot! Woot! That's what happens when you don't have time to eat, so you just don't. I don't like it though. It makes me feel sick to my stomach. But once I get to a weight, I tend to stay there, so here's hoping I stay closer to 140lbs now, rather than 145lbs. I weighed 138lbs fully pregnant with Benaiah and/or Justin, so I still have a ways to go to get to the top of my healthy BMI range (which is 121 lbs, but at least it's within my sights now). <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnxD2t6BWILhYPXZiZ6DMaD2dLXY8JIMYrZ9V2uJoobKdtEwdGaRfEQC9X-elMcZbcDkkReWkUrPUBVSocuGOfjUkSr7GOuxDzZm7cruYFgm9c_cxt1wI7z2elPAyPrlRZtV25gt450HABLNYuoJC3X9EcKYrPd2CQ9bGYqgYNBbbi88pG_Aqxg/s4032/IMG_3854.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnxD2t6BWILhYPXZiZ6DMaD2dLXY8JIMYrZ9V2uJoobKdtEwdGaRfEQC9X-elMcZbcDkkReWkUrPUBVSocuGOfjUkSr7GOuxDzZm7cruYFgm9c_cxt1wI7z2elPAyPrlRZtV25gt450HABLNYuoJC3X9EcKYrPd2CQ9bGYqgYNBbbi88pG_Aqxg/s320/IMG_3854.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Make to our happy places. Introverts were done with extroverting limit for the day. We hit our 2 hr max limit. Time to relax in the quiet before Abishai and Daddy get home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwH8-vq9jxoqHEVcuUOsDT_O7yrLtkCcZ5rSRYvp86ABXqhHxHYFNDDP4tV4FatgfZSugN1cZEGUVuY69HtCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZOBVJGqPHIOZSf5VItQEtPtbMBxNJSLAh9MUmaPs2LSjX3pRswi27H4oa5AmPoossuecWowHFQpj8kmmjPgFdeXHa1rHP5Eo3qTsgjna4LQ6_XwxEuFdMRDAu72XyV9cxL9SpERZQbedmqMdjfgGPhsVKda0fS77eeNeC6r9-a7co7ffnHpBdw/s4032/IMG_3856.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZOBVJGqPHIOZSf5VItQEtPtbMBxNJSLAh9MUmaPs2LSjX3pRswi27H4oa5AmPoossuecWowHFQpj8kmmjPgFdeXHa1rHP5Eo3qTsgjna4LQ6_XwxEuFdMRDAu72XyV9cxL9SpERZQbedmqMdjfgGPhsVKda0fS77eeNeC6r9-a7co7ffnHpBdw/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teenager is still socializing, but with nerdy gaming friends he actually knows. He's much happier when he's sitting in his "man"cave.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDRIe4wROE28E4ebroMwDugMONu3pnttnZRpm5LG9mdptS-X29V2WE5IJyRjSQAq4N62qmUjAU3Zh-ZjRr4Q0OmqzIV0LUpFfAYfx8CiMcOR-3buhojirjR8FspdA7GADF2CaL5g9df6thVXzplJmH01nJpYe_obcWEAfz0iWX10HGLY3j6ZtRg/s4032/IMG_3858.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDRIe4wROE28E4ebroMwDugMONu3pnttnZRpm5LG9mdptS-X29V2WE5IJyRjSQAq4N62qmUjAU3Zh-ZjRr4Q0OmqzIV0LUpFfAYfx8CiMcOR-3buhojirjR8FspdA7GADF2CaL5g9df6thVXzplJmH01nJpYe_obcWEAfz0iWX10HGLY3j6ZtRg/s320/IMG_3858.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I also "talk" to people online even during my quieter hours, but it's from a controlled environment and on my terms. Time to rest!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAZ6dwrJnyxMs2gSCE67xeZJQDl9Rfj1q5G4PG1aa3fL_tJDTl8ye_zxp2l5-PThdIWin6I6Fm_iHD65sT0OQDqOhz--bXPzzEko8bfUzeUKNaJa1o1jyjvXBe-S8HsFGjXO0WaBqXtP4_Ry50Mfc8ajctVp7yqJDZVERkvGaJpkUvNTZc_V9uw/s4032/IMG_3866.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAZ6dwrJnyxMs2gSCE67xeZJQDl9Rfj1q5G4PG1aa3fL_tJDTl8ye_zxp2l5-PThdIWin6I6Fm_iHD65sT0OQDqOhz--bXPzzEko8bfUzeUKNaJa1o1jyjvXBe-S8HsFGjXO0WaBqXtP4_Ry50Mfc8ajctVp7yqJDZVERkvGaJpkUvNTZc_V9uw/s320/IMG_3866.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And there he is, Mr. Noisy. Actually, he needed the quiet, too. He was happy to just play with his cars by himself, no parent needed. He doesn't like the way the medication makes him feel tired, or not himself, so I'll dial it down a tad and look it up to see if I can only use it on school days after this initial 30 days or so trial period. I'm grateful we only had to go up 1 time before we saw a change. We'll see how he sleeps tonight though. He played hard enough I think that it shouldn't be much of an issue. But he was in a meltdown kind of mood after Jim's house. Lots of stimulus, but not feeling the right kind of energy for it, probably produced some weird internal emotions and uneasiness. At least he knew to go into Adrienne's quiet house when he needed to in order to calm down. And he was raring to go when bedtime hit, so the medication had fully worn off. If I could just get it into him a bit sooner. I think it was 8:30am today though, so not bad at all. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Now, if only Justin would take his mediation on weekends and if it would
last longer so he doesn't do things like rinse his dinner dishes and
put them in the sink dish drainer instead of the dishwasher, that would
be helpful. We did talk to him (while explaining to others how it was
going, so it was really him offering the info, too) about not quite
paying attention the whole time he's driving. And that's what I'm really
worried about. I know I get nervous when I lose track of my driving.
I'm just getting really nervous for him. I think we will need to start
slower with him, aka, short distances, when he does go out on his own,
before I let him go all the way to Greenfield. I didn't have to worry
about that part with Benaiah, but Benaiah also was fully aware of life,
whereas Justin isn't. It's a toughie. We'll see how the next 25 hrs of
driving practice goes. (I still can't believe that he is that far
behind, ugh!)</p><p>Sunday</p><p>- Well, that was an interesting night. I was not sleepy at all until after 4am. I had a lot on my mind and had to get up and write it all down. I was wide awake. And then Abishai got up at 7am, so I had 3 hrs or less of sleep, so I've felt ill all day, nearly fell asleep at church, battled nausea because of the migraine from messing up with my migraine med (which I thought was my blood pressure medication so I thought I could go off of it), and still had to be "normal" for the rest of the world. Not a great day physical wise, but I got through it one step at a time. I definitely called dibs on our bed today and had a real nap. I had to use lots of acupressure on my headache points, resorted to the extra headache medication, and even used a cold pack on my forehad, which really helped, btw. It was a rough day for me.</p><p>- For the rest of the crew, it was pretty straight forward. Keturah started volunteering in the 2's and 3's room at 11am service now that she is in 9th grade. She, and I guess Eliot and Wolf, sat with Grandma and Justin in the front row at church during the 9am service. I think that's kind of funny to think about. Grandpa is off somewhere at another church, and here comes Leah with her little/big in size entrourage of young people that want to sit with her because they all volunteer in KP together and they all don't mind sitting on the front row together! It's like a Grandmother with her little brood of grandchildren. Totally adorable! I don't know how protected she really is because they are all a little goofy, but it's cool to think about having 3 teen boys all there surroudning you, serving Jesus with you. Pretty neat. I told Keturah to check in with Alison about serving in preschool every other week when she doesn't do worship team. Hopefully it all works out logistically.</p><p>- I listened to the tail end of the sermon on the way to New Pal, but I don't recall what it was about. New Pal's sermon was prerecorded because the pastor and his wife have Covid. It was on Daniel 7 and the corresponding passages in Revelation. All fascinating stuff but not when you are dead on your feet. I didn't stay afterwards because I didn't have the energy to engage strangers into conversation. So, I slipped out and went to Goodwill, the library and the pharmacy. I was able to wait on Socks' medication to be filled and it's the same kind as mine. So, we'll have to see if he'll take it or if we'll have to open it up and sprinkle it on food or peanut butter. We'll wait until the morning to try the first dose so we can watch for side effects.</p><p>- Then I met up with the rest of my crew at McDonald's to pick up a single item per person to help round out lunch at home. We were having a big deal supper for Keturah's birthday in the evening, so we wanted to keep lunch light. It's at this time that I really started to feel horrible. Lightheaded, stomachache, migraine worsening, etc. So, I came home as quickly as possible and let the boys' bring the food home. We ate lunch and then headed for our rest spots and screen times. Jared and I did take an actual nap. I was utterly exhausted from stay awake so late last night. The nap didn't last long enough and when I got up, I still felt horrible. I was going to take Justin to his youth group, but Jared had to do it for me instead because I was so unsteady. Thankfully Gary was going to arrive home sooner than expected, so he was able to grill the meat for supper and Jared was able to go back out and pick up Justin as well.</p><p>- I was able to get through the IAHE newsletter training I was asked to look through before the rep meeting on Tuesday which I have to skip because I bought tickets to a special movie about homeschooling showing at the regular movie theater. And then I pulled myself together to get in the car and drive over to Gary and Leah's for dinner. It still took me awhile to feel ok being upright but I did feel ok after I ate dinner, which was later than normal because Gary was out of town until late. That's why Justin was actually able to go to his youth group still. Then Keturah opened a small group from Gary and Leah to go along with the big gift of going to CIY (see photos below). I went ahead and purchased the Converse brand shoes she found just two days earlier because they were reasonably priced and I got a new customer discount. She also wants to go see the new Buzz Lightyear animated movie that comes out this Friday that shows his background story. So, we'll see how it goes. I have Mom's Night Out and a friend from out of town will be there, so I need to go to that. Daddy can take her on a date though. And her small group friends can sing to her at Ritter's late night on Wednesday night, the night before her birthday. </p><p>- We listened to Benaiah tell some stories about his trip to Texas. We heard about Abishai eating a sleeve and a half of fig newtons that afternoon and then had to ban him from the homemade ice cream cake Grandma made. We watched Grandpa give Benaiah and Jared Monte Carlo cigars just because someone he knows keeps them in his portable humidor in his car. Jared took them to put in his humidor at home until Benaiah is 21 next June. Blech. I didn't get to ask my question about Gary's retirement. I wish it was soon. But I doubt it. He will be gone again next Sunday, Father's Day, until 3 pm! It's a good thing we don't have youth groups that day! Sheesh! You would think his family would get the best of him in his autumn years. But maybe someday. Maybe someday. Just not today.</p><p>- Well, no insomnia tonight. I had to actually finish this blog post the next day because I was so tired and couldn't put two thoughts together. Yeah! Gotta love imbalanced hormones, erratic behavior, bad habits, etc. Life goes on. And hopefully this migraine will stop by the morning.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyK0yTiWklEHO3uR_ppDe3-vG3LMSEq_ywjuLvBEPZ_dCluDeEmzN4rRDdQuvfl4h76You6QhnH-mdVdoYtxjUh8pKqO7f0jBJ0XEIJh81zg4HBdNtsr3dlJ5BD82qs7DscP4Za9prhZgw56V1IhCZ0F41zBsUejnCCzNjgFoJyw1W3CrYpF3Lg/s4032/IMG_3870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyK0yTiWklEHO3uR_ppDe3-vG3LMSEq_ywjuLvBEPZ_dCluDeEmzN4rRDdQuvfl4h76You6QhnH-mdVdoYtxjUh8pKqO7f0jBJ0XEIJh81zg4HBdNtsr3dlJ5BD82qs7DscP4Za9prhZgw56V1IhCZ0F41zBsUejnCCzNjgFoJyw1W3CrYpF3Lg/s320/IMG_3870.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone was anxious to get to church this morning, so he got started on making his own eggy toast! He pushed the biscuit/circle maker into the bread all by himself, then pulled it out, then pulled the circle piece of bread out of the bigger piece, all by himself!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-v4yqVVK5yBIc9cWyk6xw7d2Wy8_8D93n2pgXu0FhHxoG-OGDoyJG8fvziuMmwGnStRVC1hxvniDJj-6WDurOvlHwa1ay9QM1L1G1edWMbAz2s1uR-VGnXDVJZCNu3-RQEmY90iwcx92i3lAmK9jk-kt7trHLd0UwQFvko3EkxpEZC9-bOWAoVQ/s4032/IMG_3871.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-v4yqVVK5yBIc9cWyk6xw7d2Wy8_8D93n2pgXu0FhHxoG-OGDoyJG8fvziuMmwGnStRVC1hxvniDJj-6WDurOvlHwa1ay9QM1L1G1edWMbAz2s1uR-VGnXDVJZCNu3-RQEmY90iwcx92i3lAmK9jk-kt7trHLd0UwQFvko3EkxpEZC9-bOWAoVQ/s320/IMG_3871.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaV3nvItKZ8jvE2v6MHl8KCYkptqHhcqnti9v686Eo28pRskcQMS0brWdU7W0zi0GVCzEK0KWmlGEBVWlElWp02-1kxeIow_NJecu1bWtW71rsOBJAqZ2qCUIo7-t-pLS8vxSE6ZAOdba-0KL0iyFo0_ijsg2yJFjqeClK7l1BlsTx1ppZNl_gg/s4032/IMG_3872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaV3nvItKZ8jvE2v6MHl8KCYkptqHhcqnti9v686Eo28pRskcQMS0brWdU7W0zi0GVCzEK0KWmlGEBVWlElWp02-1kxeIow_NJecu1bWtW71rsOBJAqZ2qCUIo7-t-pLS8vxSE6ZAOdba-0KL0iyFo0_ijsg2yJFjqeClK7l1BlsTx1ppZNl_gg/s320/IMG_3872.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And he was about to reach for the dial to turn on the stove when I told him no, I don't think so, not yet. We're awake, let Daddy do it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMF8FPp3Llo7wKWgQDZOr5RvAVtxmrDPF2YaEltzCeRwa3fWz4QL808ZcXUUd3CDyukoUZdOXJIekxG6B1aIUYXoEDxhZ7vZHy3jjT0QuaT9gnUUl5evuq7in5l3NpGIEHAxyhWxQF-WOdDN_ibv1vf1MO4lieCwpNaF7vVE8b0HaxjYg43xKgg/s4032/IMG_3873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuMF8FPp3Llo7wKWgQDZOr5RvAVtxmrDPF2YaEltzCeRwa3fWz4QL808ZcXUUd3CDyukoUZdOXJIekxG6B1aIUYXoEDxhZ7vZHy3jjT0QuaT9gnUUl5evuq7in5l3NpGIEHAxyhWxQF-WOdDN_ibv1vf1MO4lieCwpNaF7vVE8b0HaxjYg43xKgg/s320/IMG_3873.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All prepped and ready for church. The teens are waiting on Grandma. Abishai is waiting on Daddy. Then I have 1 hr until I leave for New Palestine Bible Church's service.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWKsa1jc9BGDBxcpUeDhqpYykGwst-2Ci4MlOQIgqlUIo1sAB59gaCBykc6xYjFfRo8tVPh-5BJudmHGjTRHJxXJJ7XtE1-qgOjQek7whkoQkED3svkJNIwYGR9O5BIgcFqIrwOLu6TlM8Pj8ENe5KfMBiZUyRPnpsNla55mNFu3qyZ0CIIggyQ/s4032/IMG_3874.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyWKsa1jc9BGDBxcpUeDhqpYykGwst-2Ci4MlOQIgqlUIo1sAB59gaCBykc6xYjFfRo8tVPh-5BJudmHGjTRHJxXJJ7XtE1-qgOjQek7whkoQkED3svkJNIwYGR9O5BIgcFqIrwOLu6TlM8Pj8ENe5KfMBiZUyRPnpsNla55mNFu3qyZ0CIIggyQ/w480-h640/IMG_3874.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooooo, this pretty thing opened up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKxWa7uxmPK6VQlbxbv7BhXKDjZX3ZAtncl5ceoHcZq3dogcqPw_jQeoiBPKdO7pcuiSKPdKNJiAgZI3z9ibtI9_x0DyvX0rWcdwlsZ6zvEAq3lkXnGXp9H0lyn40oB_vScuVN8BK0ri_GJfAEAcpvTqA5Vd1E-bax_twDx9fAqL3YbuS6-Xnrw/s4032/IMG_3875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKxWa7uxmPK6VQlbxbv7BhXKDjZX3ZAtncl5ceoHcZq3dogcqPw_jQeoiBPKdO7pcuiSKPdKNJiAgZI3z9ibtI9_x0DyvX0rWcdwlsZ6zvEAq3lkXnGXp9H0lyn40oB_vScuVN8BK0ri_GJfAEAcpvTqA5Vd1E-bax_twDx9fAqL3YbuS6-Xnrw/w480-h640/IMG_3875.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It rained last night and it didn't dry up, leaving these couple of droplets on the flowers just so perfectly!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuvjuoSPzYG-IL9jHZpEvyLv0yfQq4ka8ndPt4nOK7OhXrGq76Hr2-n2Z7DmhOfee2OgeHuBkK2m3xIMvKEfib24hV1Oaf01A7V-u871boZ-D-oS-4nDa2zyRa8DTGURutcV9KGiWEdE28aaLu75dI3K25Oxd7sarry7N1z1xkSnbkjjCQGizkg/s4032/IMG_3876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisuvjuoSPzYG-IL9jHZpEvyLv0yfQq4ka8ndPt4nOK7OhXrGq76Hr2-n2Z7DmhOfee2OgeHuBkK2m3xIMvKEfib24hV1Oaf01A7V-u871boZ-D-oS-4nDa2zyRa8DTGURutcV9KGiWEdE28aaLu75dI3K25Oxd7sarry7N1z1xkSnbkjjCQGizkg/w480-h640/IMG_3876.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsJmkDjepGJN3RyXNai088DQNJ6n6y639uO2KxXQ4OLG-lsoivkTNL_C3XRGt5NpP_t3zqBjNstTOMZXdiRoDA-oCiiEC62eb__A5tk_-qh1lxVqqnRq1W10UKqzIGxtk83LTmLWusAkRZT8Qij1NDn5JqVpbTWpgzUm7zBFC8ZB05Bu4lKvFeQ/s4032/IMG_3877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOsJmkDjepGJN3RyXNai088DQNJ6n6y639uO2KxXQ4OLG-lsoivkTNL_C3XRGt5NpP_t3zqBjNstTOMZXdiRoDA-oCiiEC62eb__A5tk_-qh1lxVqqnRq1W10UKqzIGxtk83LTmLWusAkRZT8Qij1NDn5JqVpbTWpgzUm7zBFC8ZB05Bu4lKvFeQ/w480-h640/IMG_3877.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These grow so fast!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymGMHZJOesKcyJntZU0_kUOik-CqUs5Hq11g_NO8cz9ki01aO3EfxJF8RK5QDDV6MyZsbUdyLbMdYfn6XOlLTkSopk9tgzJlhRhD1xuZUudBySHXmsy3gSdtHrhjm0bNm_mla9itU-vay3WkxXSYfdQyjETYp4U1Nhk0LSiWaic5gE_4KKoYC-g/s2048/IMG_3880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgymGMHZJOesKcyJntZU0_kUOik-CqUs5Hq11g_NO8cz9ki01aO3EfxJF8RK5QDDV6MyZsbUdyLbMdYfn6XOlLTkSopk9tgzJlhRhD1xuZUudBySHXmsy3gSdtHrhjm0bNm_mla9itU-vay3WkxXSYfdQyjETYp4U1Nhk0LSiWaic5gE_4KKoYC-g/s320/IMG_3880.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZkNpJaK24tC8Xp3lvLI-bMXiQawgqRgdYY9KOFmCcfMu_9ym_8rFhfDBafcN8-KwKkSvbkr1MeXkek_NoPqZap3r926H1BthqyB5Ie0F1KU8FRHRrgM78nqTnoTHadIv5OWE9oidZhqS5pYW4-xM9-NWCTbVgHA8tkIvSXKjOmkLlreAI0dOig/s4032/IMG_3881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZkNpJaK24tC8Xp3lvLI-bMXiQawgqRgdYY9KOFmCcfMu_9ym_8rFhfDBafcN8-KwKkSvbkr1MeXkek_NoPqZap3r926H1BthqyB5Ie0F1KU8FRHRrgM78nqTnoTHadIv5OWE9oidZhqS5pYW4-xM9-NWCTbVgHA8tkIvSXKjOmkLlreAI0dOig/s320/IMG_3881.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All curled up in a ball like a baby in his favorite spot in the house, right in the middle of where everyone walks so he doesn't miss anything. And he's enjoying the cross breeze between the two fans.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3A59vgSVHMOGya2ApfWgbZiqQp21S0J2Yv3XfkEIgLbuw5T-ZOT-5eq0JGOTwU5-jnvcT8udBy9EhilzLUyJrfwfyYInG-tNyMZ2qtHtzASgfE8U3qaoLkiT-oLAxTODMaOz9Pyl3lhF-lVcLE0hxVDERlx9rVHvHkyr3kQCRrANuyw444JGg3w/s4032/IMG_3883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3A59vgSVHMOGya2ApfWgbZiqQp21S0J2Yv3XfkEIgLbuw5T-ZOT-5eq0JGOTwU5-jnvcT8udBy9EhilzLUyJrfwfyYInG-tNyMZ2qtHtzASgfE8U3qaoLkiT-oLAxTODMaOz9Pyl3lhF-lVcLE0hxVDERlx9rVHvHkyr3kQCRrANuyw444JGg3w/s320/IMG_3883.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Such a big baby.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Fh9MBxPENWMy1AuOD_yFZ6tPXL-5YvUyGWg8as9piF6-eb1HRmvjat0gyQCOsMu18_NDkwYfurfVc8PGQ33qnUbzfbSvPPINy2AR6rj-i7WbmJLviEHmhntd4Wf-pRJJGKC2yKLNVfmr3Vc6KGs6GYpGdYZuGAKXahOM7HY8m2TZxHJG9Ea7JA/s1792/IMG_3884.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Fh9MBxPENWMy1AuOD_yFZ6tPXL-5YvUyGWg8as9piF6-eb1HRmvjat0gyQCOsMu18_NDkwYfurfVc8PGQ33qnUbzfbSvPPINy2AR6rj-i7WbmJLviEHmhntd4Wf-pRJJGKC2yKLNVfmr3Vc6KGs6GYpGdYZuGAKXahOM7HY8m2TZxHJG9Ea7JA/s320/IMG_3884.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pop up thunderstorms, so typically in the Midwest.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy43mFIwgIMazBLF5m7XbiT01bqnyIynSnFkZOrFIxBrKJVX9Iqf80qiC7Pzi_qkagLn89I7GCLs4vhGYHD5w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZLU4_PZ6yNSWjGEFkzwihPXsLXtaDSsoiKjUeyqkhzqGV1zgQb3PA3Nb8vgvTTn4t4u-bEHybCxF_Kse6R3gU7MEX7t_Dec-l-7rqrPWwFIG1j6NGvFWu6BfNLe9sia9l4beROAWHbh6-E9tcihO650xNVZnIeUzB6ctn24dHobbf003T-U7Zg/s3520/IMG_3886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ZLU4_PZ6yNSWjGEFkzwihPXsLXtaDSsoiKjUeyqkhzqGV1zgQb3PA3Nb8vgvTTn4t4u-bEHybCxF_Kse6R3gU7MEX7t_Dec-l-7rqrPWwFIG1j6NGvFWu6BfNLe9sia9l4beROAWHbh6-E9tcihO650xNVZnIeUzB6ctn24dHobbf003T-U7Zg/w360-h640/IMG_3886.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy 14th birthday, Keturah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmxUVxJfLIhYGYA30CbSJfnlb7pbj5tkuvKelvacbDVzOgQ2cvitzKY4IiIVQxG395k05UcpNwFXS96Aq_Qg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2q-sVl3fhvnShZhm7gsWHLstmjQbYFShRitN-F9z6HhBSH91r-bu8rDSf0PSRMIjcyX93kW_2-JMttul0Bg-_9_ya7scrGRbhWqsriSlEnnpZLEOnDWVRDcIGwWc0DNjeEtpF2t9m4KwtdpoLxciz_3X_0ZHlSEMTSVipR5WOMi8CM9Lxmy-PCw/s3520/IMG_3889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2q-sVl3fhvnShZhm7gsWHLstmjQbYFShRitN-F9z6HhBSH91r-bu8rDSf0PSRMIjcyX93kW_2-JMttul0Bg-_9_ya7scrGRbhWqsriSlEnnpZLEOnDWVRDcIGwWc0DNjeEtpF2t9m4KwtdpoLxciz_3X_0ZHlSEMTSVipR5WOMi8CM9Lxmy-PCw/w225-h400/IMG_3889.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It took her several tries because she was laughing. And remember, don't count the candles, because Grandpa doesn't care to count them anymore. I need to remember to bring our own candles from now on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yDBK9S9JFgf_AUR27bf67Qmx3sbGH00ypcPpDOZxe0ju1DC7Uqm_KuCZZn_nNKmQ8wbkHKuGHGvVDe8ZLMw-sDQnq0Avglx7sEsA2G8auTVO3Y5Ncot9fZ95MIZOotXRPmU1rBESMTNhJ1XnVw181bjWt3lRNhIp4OFZrC8vRiKXvitJEjYDvQ/s4032/IMG_3892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yDBK9S9JFgf_AUR27bf67Qmx3sbGH00ypcPpDOZxe0ju1DC7Uqm_KuCZZn_nNKmQ8wbkHKuGHGvVDe8ZLMw-sDQnq0Avglx7sEsA2G8auTVO3Y5Ncot9fZ95MIZOotXRPmU1rBESMTNhJ1XnVw181bjWt3lRNhIp4OFZrC8vRiKXvitJEjYDvQ/w480-h640/IMG_3892.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Homemade ice cream cake because Dairy Queen doesn't make Keturah's favorite flavor of ice cream into an ice cream cake. And because Grandma is a special Grandma.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv2-nGGoNGXoKQt10fzIddiTrhHRz191SM5cPjPjG3g4f_-sYUy_vcuyBkePe4NLoYcqom_Sk0Oh8d8blqUzFmXIjbvj7h_y9aTs_DuD5u0AoH8VnhDlsT9aN36ucpeTQFX50ASGEFd2rqChmIIx_ihhey176-KuWRm1l6uVnq5uvbb1z1yRT_w/s4032/IMG_3893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIv2-nGGoNGXoKQt10fzIddiTrhHRz191SM5cPjPjG3g4f_-sYUy_vcuyBkePe4NLoYcqom_Sk0Oh8d8blqUzFmXIjbvj7h_y9aTs_DuD5u0AoH8VnhDlsT9aN36ucpeTQFX50ASGEFd2rqChmIIx_ihhey176-KuWRm1l6uVnq5uvbb1z1yRT_w/w480-h640/IMG_3893.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q865EAXCxgQcgnt2bbI--acn4BUvQuNZeTiKjxLUYDDX5_JNqMyB5OjWJUuYMhixDo6yRYsjvn2uUg1qoYO1M6J6uR0_3AmwEOL0ZDdPR092EZtAVP2vvKCitg9vtSnbomOJucn7Bl1KyU2con3hSlLej-keGNTKj5n590LXkRlecvA8wR9aHw/s4032/IMG_3894.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Q865EAXCxgQcgnt2bbI--acn4BUvQuNZeTiKjxLUYDDX5_JNqMyB5OjWJUuYMhixDo6yRYsjvn2uUg1qoYO1M6J6uR0_3AmwEOL0ZDdPR092EZtAVP2vvKCitg9vtSnbomOJucn7Bl1KyU2con3hSlLej-keGNTKj5n590LXkRlecvA8wR9aHw/w480-h640/IMG_3894.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah enjoying her ice cream cake, although she's totally going to have stomachache later because she is sensitive to dairy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Stdvczyt1ymf1emTDxbYPNRi1QQSLa2ifiYV7zRSEW-aJdlTZUv_UaMN-SgWlEqS6nQ4mcQngfkXweTTPJa_DNUbsazKa5xfxuPBN84VxC4tiAreZ5J4gAZIaAygMWBwgHG5jXFquuplaMkbAbKCddPbvuG95BMI4Sx3_dMNf-dNOfW4lFc70w/s3520/IMG_3896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Stdvczyt1ymf1emTDxbYPNRi1QQSLa2ifiYV7zRSEW-aJdlTZUv_UaMN-SgWlEqS6nQ4mcQngfkXweTTPJa_DNUbsazKa5xfxuPBN84VxC4tiAreZ5J4gAZIaAygMWBwgHG5jXFquuplaMkbAbKCddPbvuG95BMI4Sx3_dMNf-dNOfW4lFc70w/w360-h640/IMG_3896.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another New Orleans gift! Grandma did a lot of shopping for birthdays while she was in New Orleans! Lol! But it was handmade and Nora was the one who helped pick it out this time!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKsxvYhMynlw-yxVrrgXSS9IwL73Wi-0Z57YZ6iMbgzNAXFsJ7645WiL8ERhCMtBraTlpGl5uRmlrbNiCIJvxVQEk--5179a7mAgfQ9GF5K3aFs37AdObqbBcFu_fLGi_IzXtRPdrwe6hHON3CN3kYALs30SPcmRWz4vQj69_WGBApN4a67PAKw/s4032/IMG_3898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKsxvYhMynlw-yxVrrgXSS9IwL73Wi-0Z57YZ6iMbgzNAXFsJ7645WiL8ERhCMtBraTlpGl5uRmlrbNiCIJvxVQEk--5179a7mAgfQ9GF5K3aFs37AdObqbBcFu_fLGi_IzXtRPdrwe6hHON3CN3kYALs30SPcmRWz4vQj69_WGBApN4a67PAKw/w480-h640/IMG_3898.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hand forged horse shoe plus hand stamped name.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfMJ15XqyP4L6zdITn9PQ6O4OHKZWuIQLGQwSwHaMxijgBGBKtzgHvIxHWYakOIRgBrl-3hXW7fVXSWxsPBQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyIzPFJNcsNOUHQt9izVMRh3RacJmofJCztQBOarXCL3Dnd4MZ5xR0y9uFh9OZr-gdm0rBNToYp6XDoMz5OAQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eMZSHX4cpG9YR80rnYzPHkmr3hjdIF-8douHAu9EsZKyh4wAungnqu2AxwSrqDSpjiT2qT6zHIOEsW1SkW7fFf9wKHnjrPA40J59A6Qvg9W4zMyEQKhlBRsImhVXad0BaNghoIjHOnsEcWAd3T7zt-Y0riF_KjGfXx1gfHpOBjRscYz-TsOeuQ/s4032/IMG_3899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4eMZSHX4cpG9YR80rnYzPHkmr3hjdIF-8douHAu9EsZKyh4wAungnqu2AxwSrqDSpjiT2qT6zHIOEsW1SkW7fFf9wKHnjrPA40J59A6Qvg9W4zMyEQKhlBRsImhVXad0BaNghoIjHOnsEcWAd3T7zt-Y0riF_KjGfXx1gfHpOBjRscYz-TsOeuQ/s320/IMG_3899.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dog, you're pitiful. But we love you anyway. And we probably won't have another dog who can do this as easily. So, go right ahead.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnEG2jLaAj0sd7hp0afhZ659NdbwC2uD3bWl-fBvNXqbLweOLei3iq-q1pLk7OQFYprZvXwuMgJrzZd9ybwTk_1oRMESxTEotk4uLiCKHqp5EFRt-Z174Fm91GNCe60w8DlcJ1hVMKtdTi-stkBszcDUXqSD3HuoNIKPedCU8mOKulyF1xPR-mA/s4032/IMG_3900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnEG2jLaAj0sd7hp0afhZ659NdbwC2uD3bWl-fBvNXqbLweOLei3iq-q1pLk7OQFYprZvXwuMgJrzZd9ybwTk_1oRMESxTEotk4uLiCKHqp5EFRt-Z174Fm91GNCe60w8DlcJ1hVMKtdTi-stkBszcDUXqSD3HuoNIKPedCU8mOKulyF1xPR-mA/w300-h400/IMG_3900.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotZpNGnXVhJhMp1VgbXHXL0a-L6XgckmwoBaB6cm94-ks7XLJniKqAUscly2nCQNQGE_U-dpduclovfZvQbPM7qMmBUcEegW25YxmX0-EMt-5wdEY5-jGdhe4zE26P5GmuBYpwXeZgMA4nkYQuNuoVdksigKI9I-LbpWmlwA8GdmDtXn6UrMeQQ/s4032/IMG_3901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotZpNGnXVhJhMp1VgbXHXL0a-L6XgckmwoBaB6cm94-ks7XLJniKqAUscly2nCQNQGE_U-dpduclovfZvQbPM7qMmBUcEegW25YxmX0-EMt-5wdEY5-jGdhe4zE26P5GmuBYpwXeZgMA4nkYQuNuoVdksigKI9I-LbpWmlwA8GdmDtXn6UrMeQQ/s320/IMG_3901.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What in the world? How did you do this all by yourself?! While the rest of us were at the dining room table talking through dessert? He's so silly! Those are cushions for the outdoor furniture.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn99gktkI0GfGOX8v92V3zA0KoihEy5CkYj01XFEWtWEKUyweBA3RXZGubkzHjahcm4PkswNvAPqK7k5GQSMrUHOwwA1pQC1F6SOGarRZmXhAOyMRyYbQHcTxJkIwf5PKXHijY0u7mU4PkXoYRlR9hQXiw_Upoe2O5UJvgzCzC8_QaxA65XCmU4w/s3520/IMG_3903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn99gktkI0GfGOX8v92V3zA0KoihEy5CkYj01XFEWtWEKUyweBA3RXZGubkzHjahcm4PkswNvAPqK7k5GQSMrUHOwwA1pQC1F6SOGarRZmXhAOyMRyYbQHcTxJkIwf5PKXHijY0u7mU4PkXoYRlR9hQXiw_Upoe2O5UJvgzCzC8_QaxA65XCmU4w/s320/IMG_3903.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They make great barriers for sumo wrestling your brother who is laying down on the couch with a very full stomach. At least Justin played a long with Abishai for a bit this time. And these two are getting along in Sunday School as I had hoped. Well done.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_qWVBNEH7IzMryF-LtbZ4TpkED4-zyNmxxgRZfpji5QxVgBRoFUM8s4Rd7NvzQnXQNFsJ7dc9TIcSxqrDjEeBdWel56PYxJLXfwp8XDTh-nLE2b0Sanp9EuIaY0gaVwYZUW3633D8VhnRl0bQO7A_cX1GfQ7WX4oBV8WkFikDlJGqOq3OO13OA/s3520/IMG_3904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4_qWVBNEH7IzMryF-LtbZ4TpkED4-zyNmxxgRZfpji5QxVgBRoFUM8s4Rd7NvzQnXQNFsJ7dc9TIcSxqrDjEeBdWel56PYxJLXfwp8XDTh-nLE2b0Sanp9EuIaY0gaVwYZUW3633D8VhnRl0bQO7A_cX1GfQ7WX4oBV8WkFikDlJGqOq3OO13OA/s320/IMG_3904.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uRocvpBpmZeIcE2THIndkyuKo7CaOAMdggn02avN2kgMhhmnWY6r7wIO66rlZOxSbRoUmUFdxD9mci5RVLcfhQ5VdzgxV3VJJ7JNmefVgE2wmHl-6YwtiMuJgTOwG4cKjpkUT1Twrjhcxu6WwstGHQG7NKBbINUwrUBNF7OrL-wZ7gUbLqKiRQ/s4032/IMG_3906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uRocvpBpmZeIcE2THIndkyuKo7CaOAMdggn02avN2kgMhhmnWY6r7wIO66rlZOxSbRoUmUFdxD9mci5RVLcfhQ5VdzgxV3VJJ7JNmefVgE2wmHl-6YwtiMuJgTOwG4cKjpkUT1Twrjhcxu6WwstGHQG7NKBbINUwrUBNF7OrL-wZ7gUbLqKiRQ/s320/IMG_3906.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pit stop to watch ads for video games on Daddy's phone.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyFqlYzkG-vJzTBDSAY3X8oi0QaAApOW1a514jobOaFlaqcbp5MmYypsn02k4fyGHqIkz1Fe0Wj4Dq1g8e0Vw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><p>The End<br /></p><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-68357802688419745332022-06-05T22:58:00.007-03:002022-06-05T22:58:58.713-03:00Year 7, May 30th-June 5th, 2022: Benaiah turns 20!!!<p> Monday - Memorial Day</p><p>- It feels like a Saturday. I finally finished last week's blog. Jared was outside repainting the J for the upteenth time. Keturah finished mowing the lawn. Abishai has had too much screen time, although he did play catch and swings with Daddy. And he and Daddy put together ANOTHER Lego set. Justin actually had to work today because the store was open. I guess the does work in retail and I totally didn't realize that he would work, duh. It's a good thing I didn't plan much. I stayed inside and got caught up on the blog which included loading up Indy 500 videos on YouTube and writing the blog post for all of Sunday. It's nice and hot and sunny.</p><p>- I had planned to go to the Top Gun: Maverick with Jared today, but we got behind for the weekend so we are pushing it off until next Saturday afternoon. I do NOT want to pay evening ticket prices at the movie theater and it is a movie theater movie. It does come out on Paramount Plus in one or two months, but that's not the point. It's a birthday gift, too. I also wanted to talk with him, but again, the timing isn't right, again. Pretty frustrating, but he is acknowledging we need to and he'll read my texts from the last week that he ignored so ok, fine, whatever.</p><p>- Our Memorial Day BBQ was with Jared's work buddies at Gary and Leah's house. Kya wanted to see Justin, too, so she was willing to even go with us. I was pretty surprised. So on Sunday, we had dinner with Ava and today we had dinner with Kya. I'm grateful that we get to have to dinner, with Gary and Leah, with girls that our boys are interested in and whom we love. That says a ton. They don't have to hide who they hang out with. I mean, Justin's bringing his friend that is a girl to Jared's work party? Crazy, eh? That's highly unusual! You don't see that everyday. We are very, very blessed to know these girls and their parents very well. </p><p>- The BBQ was quite....interesting. It went well for awhile. The kids ate together and we got to spend some time with the adults. Then everyone headed out to the front law to play some lawn games. Gary and Leah had bought some new lawn games, including this foam axe throwing one. Well, within minutes, Abishai had lost one of the axes! So I spent a good portion of the rest of my time looking for it because that's what moms do when their kid loses things. They eventually found it AFTER I left to take Kya home. I had really wanted to mingle more and I felt like I spent the rest of my evening torn between looking for the axe, trying to find out where Jared had gone because he wasn't mingling, making sure Kya and Justin weren't off somewhere, trying to break up fights between Keturah and Abishai, trying to encourage Keturah to hang out with Bella, who is in her small group at church and this is the only time she would have Bella to herself away from the loud girls in her group, and taking a few pics. Sigh. Jared and I had discussed it earlier that we would take Abishai home at 8 and he would go to Jim's house because Jim wanted to hang out with him because they hadn't had time to talk at the race. I thought that was fine because we would all come home at the point and thought nothing of it. But, what really happened was it was still very much daylight out and Abishai was having such a grand time that I stayed with the kids at Jared's work party and Jared abandoned us to go hand out with Jim (and have himself a pour of you know what). Yeah. Not fun for me. I mean, Jared and I agreed it was ok, but I didn't forsee the ramifications of it until it was too late. Simple things like I didn't bring my keys with me and I didn't drive the car over because I knew we would be back to the house in time to take Kya home. So, I had to find Jared's keys, walk to the house, get the car, drive back, etc. And that was after Justin had already been back to the house to get his motor bike and driven it to Grandma's house to show it off to Gunner. So he had to ride it back to our house, leaving Kya at Grandma's house by herself. Meanwhile we had to ask Grandma to watch the other two kids while Jared finished up with Jim so I could drive Kya home. So I just slipped away from the party without saying good-bye to anyone. And I don't think Jared did either. His own work party and he hardly spoke to anyone. I'm not really ok with that. And I got an earful for not asking if I could bring Kya in the first place. I thought it was a very informal gathering given it was a holiday. And I had no idea Ava would be there. So, what started out was a decent evening, did not end so well. And I was exhausted and felt abandoned. Especially after not having any time to talk to Jared earlier in the day or the weekend when we should have. So note to self, don't do that again. I'm sure no one else noticed, but I was not happy.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmuF6mwdV8ZUWSFF0T8EGqAdBmNiZfK-c4DXiz1ipDi8n8F0Rq8D_GCiQBn0hLj7SO5-wryCDcpaQUk5uAroSIDGZb4e3otOWZb0iG_lXWIoIlXgfWX4JdEDDKlapWrN53MlnIh9fOuPa1YggeLd8i9jRqAnr22kD-2vKGLlMos8HnHa9Pf7tjg/s1000/6294cfd5ff955c0019c5fa46.webp" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="1000" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrmuF6mwdV8ZUWSFF0T8EGqAdBmNiZfK-c4DXiz1ipDi8n8F0Rq8D_GCiQBn0hLj7SO5-wryCDcpaQUk5uAroSIDGZb4e3otOWZb0iG_lXWIoIlXgfWX4JdEDDKlapWrN53MlnIh9fOuPa1YggeLd8i9jRqAnr22kD-2vKGLlMos8HnHa9Pf7tjg/w640-h322/6294cfd5ff955c0019c5fa46.webp" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They've projected photos of the Queen on Stonehenge for her Jubilee! 70th Anniversary of her reign. How cool is that?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8yC1Jkj2Yl0WOaJqzh3jxQsorRITwDMo5kfXxzfREBc5g02_rz4YGWc8dqMpzjHEvFlCUOy5O3KBizQppASbCQDyGT--tnWKHfJIGitrNx01YbdKeNl3FNAeW_A5fKtfYI-VaYbaumnwfRSNGagdXfGRAb2V_K552Vkoewl941oqRhXUN6ZIVw/s4032/IMG_3528.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8yC1Jkj2Yl0WOaJqzh3jxQsorRITwDMo5kfXxzfREBc5g02_rz4YGWc8dqMpzjHEvFlCUOy5O3KBizQppASbCQDyGT--tnWKHfJIGitrNx01YbdKeNl3FNAeW_A5fKtfYI-VaYbaumnwfRSNGagdXfGRAb2V_K552Vkoewl941oqRhXUN6ZIVw/s320/IMG_3528.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad, I just want to play catch with you, please? He's so innocent and cute! And yes, they did go out and play both catch and swings and jumper soccer on the trampoline. Then he played 3 hrs of screen time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPSUzV0Ygtu_Rt6vtSe97JwWiKeLnjK3sn2jyNtyd3wpYYDNUlHjPtAIUwrH5WPECKuU67ydaguZ26dWbGiZwyU5LT-RNJfGRRifr6C4WqOTHQ_7a1pp8KBfXc9dgGkzwAswm0lfWO3L6TaEcme76IT3K3kktjd_uHMcfXirKiA6NorTHdgBVaA/s4032/IMG_3530.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPSUzV0Ygtu_Rt6vtSe97JwWiKeLnjK3sn2jyNtyd3wpYYDNUlHjPtAIUwrH5WPECKuU67ydaguZ26dWbGiZwyU5LT-RNJfGRRifr6C4WqOTHQ_7a1pp8KBfXc9dgGkzwAswm0lfWO3L6TaEcme76IT3K3kktjd_uHMcfXirKiA6NorTHdgBVaA/s320/IMG_3530.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on, Dad, where are you?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QV6csAUWNRlpgt_fI0yAQfel66QRbRlDCOs_nwgl17_F6aIomognNVBfhNIR1sdM3Am3cMU29jS6AP-tmaJwBrFY86uGyP_zRhwm4FRZt70-EtuVX7xEE9uP0lCwjIgFCzfVMtKDz9cepZLkVjTz9ivez5UueTHrkLTBeVoq_3wR6y0EGUoeUg/s4032/IMG_3531.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6QV6csAUWNRlpgt_fI0yAQfel66QRbRlDCOs_nwgl17_F6aIomognNVBfhNIR1sdM3Am3cMU29jS6AP-tmaJwBrFY86uGyP_zRhwm4FRZt70-EtuVX7xEE9uP0lCwjIgFCzfVMtKDz9cepZLkVjTz9ivez5UueTHrkLTBeVoq_3wR6y0EGUoeUg/s320/IMG_3531.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy, I'm still waiting.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKPuAm5JmC83xvBsH07Tr0-uiFSua4YZS3FUvqtdKgOJw3LRRtF9QlMkDjUoQSI02sTqiPN-v9M8ezjL5fanmaL8IH6o-tLklQtBNhrLb2rZ18quYBi5tZpv3SpUHr_ObeGNRlrmdxSbkEQ9FP47ZP_cJRa5Pc3IkU4Uk2aFhN9ON7BHfsLLhMw/s4032/IMG_3532.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKPuAm5JmC83xvBsH07Tr0-uiFSua4YZS3FUvqtdKgOJw3LRRtF9QlMkDjUoQSI02sTqiPN-v9M8ezjL5fanmaL8IH6o-tLklQtBNhrLb2rZ18quYBi5tZpv3SpUHr_ObeGNRlrmdxSbkEQ9FP47ZP_cJRa5Pc3IkU4Uk2aFhN9ON7BHfsLLhMw/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Um, where are all these Lego sets coming from? Ok, I know some are from what he didn't gift himself at Christmas and he saved for his birthday, I think. But still. Enough is enough. Build the stupid shelves already. With each new Lego set that comes out of the bedroom, the anger meter is raised a level. This is my dining room table, not a display case.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3U3LW5YSIKmmEIliMAVKpZfWB6pgy8j1Ywu6WwHduSp6oNrWgbmPL39atB5n4kmV8Lwz6jAbh4VcrvxY4ftx_zDw_i5m2rySOAqbc_M9IPNKFhfQcFn7ehTmHyJ4PwvybDM6z2MqqRxbtHL6JUf2Cl4U6MgRcjmv70E1aLIwyqV1UZYRy8MgmlQ/s4032/IMG_3533.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3U3LW5YSIKmmEIliMAVKpZfWB6pgy8j1Ywu6WwHduSp6oNrWgbmPL39atB5n4kmV8Lwz6jAbh4VcrvxY4ftx_zDw_i5m2rySOAqbc_M9IPNKFhfQcFn7ehTmHyJ4PwvybDM6z2MqqRxbtHL6JUf2Cl4U6MgRcjmv70E1aLIwyqV1UZYRy8MgmlQ/s320/IMG_3533.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tR0Xes0qgva5wUtUX5wux19Cj8MTyD7_pB8vAu3juSBGO25WlpHqNXx5WTxlYSdMVyqPpM3j9F_PPw9or9_HF8emzEe4USmgf0WsL-ZA-77E06qnZ1_BFRTr7dmML6d8QQwDnZbUIBwEX2LldJY43n-FqzuQgsiuGBXP2lEEk5Ms-LbItJt6IA/s4032/IMG_3534.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5tR0Xes0qgva5wUtUX5wux19Cj8MTyD7_pB8vAu3juSBGO25WlpHqNXx5WTxlYSdMVyqPpM3j9F_PPw9or9_HF8emzEe4USmgf0WsL-ZA-77E06qnZ1_BFRTr7dmML6d8QQwDnZbUIBwEX2LldJY43n-FqzuQgsiuGBXP2lEEk5Ms-LbItJt6IA/s320/IMG_3534.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally Dad was done with making fruit salad for this evening and could go aside for some jumper soccer and catch and swings.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dycKnGGdaQD9HyC1lMHbN8tSetxKdgrLRRzaZtCVc9sHD8ISa0LsQHhyIuaPK7lPH4xu7wZQ4dnSgNvlM9JRw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifh2IXktbWS0JDpC3BFskww0t_VinktazTJ1uqNZRaZmHGXlZOSIaqajAoAb3rWqh67Rzbd6HJbgCy1EvOAaw3mJD2_KH9WeFYJtYPfGxsnj1loSNCgYwKVLC678-VMpceF50lUyjngoxm9kAUGjeuoSTIl_hTWn2K3UfGWH82V4b2pxDqF_RuLQ/s4032/IMG_3537.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifh2IXktbWS0JDpC3BFskww0t_VinktazTJ1uqNZRaZmHGXlZOSIaqajAoAb3rWqh67Rzbd6HJbgCy1EvOAaw3mJD2_KH9WeFYJtYPfGxsnj1loSNCgYwKVLC678-VMpceF50lUyjngoxm9kAUGjeuoSTIl_hTWn2K3UfGWH82V4b2pxDqF_RuLQ/s320/IMG_3537.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared's idea. And it was gone by the end of the cookout. So was the other big bowl of fruit he prepared all on his own.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5ew0Us1WiL2Mchx-NLLoPjz45MenHG87LqTueCZWtD0JHgUujsCnKSCqo0R_IfHx8zPfx9CW4eXPDO1J5a2yehOtVAau1Z-0a2wqOOKnP2XQxjlsl2enhikviBBwwH7RL9-d_X15XFclUDzaUWUkHHON5XvpugQhoLp0q7SvsAN2nO_ImF5CCg/s4032/IMG_3538.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5ew0Us1WiL2Mchx-NLLoPjz45MenHG87LqTueCZWtD0JHgUujsCnKSCqo0R_IfHx8zPfx9CW4eXPDO1J5a2yehOtVAau1Z-0a2wqOOKnP2XQxjlsl2enhikviBBwwH7RL9-d_X15XFclUDzaUWUkHHON5XvpugQhoLp0q7SvsAN2nO_ImF5CCg/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not a normal sight for our nieghbors to see, but a welcome one. Lawn games on Gary and Leah's front lawn. Two of the e2 families, ours and the Killebrews, still have young kids in it, so at least they all ran around together.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxPALrICXJTQdgjgKnQLZAOqW5vjMuIzc9y2DOdJM5z6hslnsc5EOlx1hGgyQZYo3Rjh2lWD9nAKeg3rmEiNw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzxLnBlXr70NxhSAp2fKjhb3qzDuxmaQvJydzP_LfosJB7fzH--P_6xtrNwXQExMQpw8s8ybKROKz9V9ov2SQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2Hpr1IIhEbriaH0ZP34pNEHnu7ojxnLmQo9-7ojAhZjONuMLzYEzJtn7q-kvOB4DFzYrk0YcqFPURl6PNok58Ppk0g79w8Yul8fRu894vmPj3PgCzSNCY9jQhLSqPwNMGlOI7xXbpa2S9e6udJtNrddNmh_vU6vC0V7WKC9bJ11wkN2C9MDWpQ/w360-h640/IMG_3539.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai made sure Mrs. Ellen stayed close to her the whole time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-xqYRK4uakUoDF34q8BQkq-c0BpgpEBZ3DVbPW8BZnU5ayDRbeGywe2FmbCrA9jzo-6uVItYhzqVIgbhreFdrogkuvzuQfynasdjnZgWyzKjvTAHDpNGYH10V6VJ9GZCO2mDQvv4h8t5KesVJ1WCidlAnW9zFifBSzuT4Eacc9wf_JVU886FWg/s4032/IMG_3541.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4-xqYRK4uakUoDF34q8BQkq-c0BpgpEBZ3DVbPW8BZnU5ayDRbeGywe2FmbCrA9jzo-6uVItYhzqVIgbhreFdrogkuvzuQfynasdjnZgWyzKjvTAHDpNGYH10V6VJ9GZCO2mDQvv4h8t5KesVJ1WCidlAnW9zFifBSzuT4Eacc9wf_JVU886FWg/s320/IMG_3541.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's not an Indiana cookout without cornhole.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qCJWC0IjiAUwKKNbdC2O3WI16fwn8b2ZIlrtbOeeX4xdYqx04wj7RCLGvP1TdWcX-cy_2DJU7zbK8868w_PCOi5ugXzRaN2MOIZu3VzlsZPimbt3TL45ZecYEmvAyAPfDYZwAbHyhISonun6E5HLmMNQvCeIaDownvvH_0ExzcxMAyTXXxJZ2g/s4032/IMG_3542.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qCJWC0IjiAUwKKNbdC2O3WI16fwn8b2ZIlrtbOeeX4xdYqx04wj7RCLGvP1TdWcX-cy_2DJU7zbK8868w_PCOi5ugXzRaN2MOIZu3VzlsZPimbt3TL45ZecYEmvAyAPfDYZwAbHyhISonun6E5HLmMNQvCeIaDownvvH_0ExzcxMAyTXXxJZ2g/s320/IMG_3542.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ucNwXVQscjK336ePwAM8PPsy0UCmczkkihSWTZsXjPk6M35a65H7ykr1f_xfk63rYxEFPs2ucwBf10Yfs4Ik4KqXNDGKgyLu4vZNwAuNeXEtW5mwTP3drON0GpCM40nXylHIGZcN9oR0U37rvrwI7U1jnySBW7GG5m0Jg233asL-XX_Dbo5tAg/s3520/IMG_3543.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ucNwXVQscjK336ePwAM8PPsy0UCmczkkihSWTZsXjPk6M35a65H7ykr1f_xfk63rYxEFPs2ucwBf10Yfs4Ik4KqXNDGKgyLu4vZNwAuNeXEtW5mwTP3drON0GpCM40nXylHIGZcN9oR0U37rvrwI7U1jnySBW7GG5m0Jg233asL-XX_Dbo5tAg/w360-h640/IMG_3543.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't try it, but I think our family will get a lot of use out of this axe throwing game that Grandpa bought. We just need to not lose the axes right away next time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFc--nsLwyIMd3ML-O2CBP1TCnP1FkRzpZ1lt9NlpDYGSjC6UM-ZqOAZaygybsm1KQfhopdMyKHKqYBNzDHukriNnVqAydywoXpz7vdDE3Kcq86jHMBZOUd59gZtIb-1HiUvPsm0KzfKCY3zd_IQE0GdTuo0uWn44zXz5f4q5FTpqHUtYwsiBFXQ/s3520/IMG_3544.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFc--nsLwyIMd3ML-O2CBP1TCnP1FkRzpZ1lt9NlpDYGSjC6UM-ZqOAZaygybsm1KQfhopdMyKHKqYBNzDHukriNnVqAydywoXpz7vdDE3Kcq86jHMBZOUd59gZtIb-1HiUvPsm0KzfKCY3zd_IQE0GdTuo0uWn44zXz5f4q5FTpqHUtYwsiBFXQ/w360-h640/IMG_3544.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy's turn. We also need to set some ground rules for it, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGbE_QyI-osRF_anu10TGgizaus0y90CDAXwk7TwABYXBoLRZ0x2donzohnGZhWy2uuRp1-yoi4JQ1NaC1oW9qLAeU1gowRLdXeO3S8W1czw63b6OY9pLvDxUXkdKmnHI5U9rStXVdTAImsiG86lTknmNm8OPhvP2RJB6ZNVphJLWd_q2TekJ4w/s4032/IMG_3547.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGbE_QyI-osRF_anu10TGgizaus0y90CDAXwk7TwABYXBoLRZ0x2donzohnGZhWy2uuRp1-yoi4JQ1NaC1oW9qLAeU1gowRLdXeO3S8W1czw63b6OY9pLvDxUXkdKmnHI5U9rStXVdTAImsiG86lTknmNm8OPhvP2RJB6ZNVphJLWd_q2TekJ4w/w640-h480/IMG_3547.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lawn games.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tMKQSa-LuocL0YOxN6ALGPgws_ljKw2_o7WyzI5KRbZmCnYDzcTjwY_84oFHkaVkb4-vDBWdKi8IturIHqRzO7w8GnBKURbaKnWQR3jPV9LaKXgDCIoqxQw5p5eG2DQpWHWZvspWmJnXrej6KThZqQ-vRiKhd5ROSP2_Q1dV0WISCRZZvsFy-w/s4032/IMG_3548.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tMKQSa-LuocL0YOxN6ALGPgws_ljKw2_o7WyzI5KRbZmCnYDzcTjwY_84oFHkaVkb4-vDBWdKi8IturIHqRzO7w8GnBKURbaKnWQR3jPV9LaKXgDCIoqxQw5p5eG2DQpWHWZvspWmJnXrej6KThZqQ-vRiKhd5ROSP2_Q1dV0WISCRZZvsFy-w/w640-h480/IMG_3548.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even the street was needed for game play.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAR_76KbPb-ZnVvRquoU_iGXdBUUo-sjl70ia1McTyPnfdT315K2HhFN-2X0yanVLwYhJpcCke0YARLjqhJzncbSLTW-MOvO_-Rx_xJLL75i5Hq2ynyt1Hr2sxlROYk9jJKyCBn8cmEJJ9ZbZGKA3TqeCZ1MjsHqRTUFWKZ1jQ57GAH5p49xWcg/s4032/IMG_3551.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPAR_76KbPb-ZnVvRquoU_iGXdBUUo-sjl70ia1McTyPnfdT315K2HhFN-2X0yanVLwYhJpcCke0YARLjqhJzncbSLTW-MOvO_-Rx_xJLL75i5Hq2ynyt1Hr2sxlROYk9jJKyCBn8cmEJJ9ZbZGKA3TqeCZ1MjsHqRTUFWKZ1jQ57GAH5p49xWcg/w480-h640/IMG_3551.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kya joined in as well.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- Strawberry picking day! I actually got this activity crossed off my list this year! What a miracle! Waterman's Family Farm is only 10 minutes away and it really takes less than 1 hr to do it, but I don't always take the effort to make it happen. Well, I arranged to go with Kellie, Kya, and Niles to take Abishai and pick a few strawberries for the experience this morning and that kept me accountable. It was a very hot day and I could already feel a migraine wanting to burst forth by the end of it, and Kellie seemed exhausted because she had had a rough night, but we charged through it and made it happen. The kids were well behaved, too. Had I brought Justin and/or Keturah all I would have heard was whining and fighting. So, it was most definitely a win. It was so funny because I thought Kellie was going to go home, but she ended up staying in town to help her mom and eventually ended up picking Justin up from work, bringing him home to change and get his swimming stuff and THEN left the area around 3pm to go to her house for the rest of the day. And that was after she searched high and low for a car part here in town. She had quite a day. We do crazy together. </p><p>- The rest of my crazy was going to the chiropractor, stopping in Aldi to get more other things than food like a $13 water sprinkler because Jared still wants to argue about getting a pool, and spending 3 hrs listening to my brother babble on about his life. Yes, 3 HOURS on the phone with my baby brother. Bless his heart. He's a smart guy, but life just throws him for a loop sometimes. He had everything planned out and then 24 hrs later (as I'm typing this up), his ex throws the biggest wrenches in his perfectly laid out plans. It breaks my heart and it's incredible gut wrenching to see my niece and nephew harmed so deeply physically, educationally, spiritually, emotionally, and mentally. Not by my brother or his fiance' but by his ex who should be institutionalized and I am not joking because she has so many diagnosed mental diseases it's not even funny. And between the justice system and the DCS and the educational system and the healthcare system, it's all screwed up. My poor brother couldn't stop swearing and I didn't have the heart to stop him because I want to swear, too. I want to be unkind and downright evil at her, too, and the world, at Satan, and everything. That's my human flesh reaction. I really can't be because my faith won't let me, I'd feel too ashamed and guilty, but I want to punch some walls I'm so angry. Anyways, I was made on Tuesday (this entry) and the next day (Wednesday) after a court hearing about his child support, which was the reason he originally called me. I love my brother, and I don't interfere with his life because he's got a decent head on his shoulders. He plays by the rules and the letter of the law, takes care of his kids, fiance' and her kid, and their new home and 4 dogs. He works hard. All I can do is listen and pray. And that's all he wants from me. To be the big sis that I am. </p><p>- So I missed supper and putting the kids to bed, but oh well, sometimes your little brother needs ya.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn_gYZZRdWQxBnB49BQZ0l5MkA96bmsfjY70T3niODm0r8YlT_JRdbKJFC6WviEOwFaX9ESzBtVMKHZc4tIWAxjMZMrwOTtjjPxyeLM-vDaWchNEre-eGoVDPVwUG6ux13q74_SpeDuMuHHYhIa-3cH9LT-UVy_7asGoU_y3b8SrqmlewhaiWHg/s1080/IMG_3552.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="690" data-original-width="1080" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn_gYZZRdWQxBnB49BQZ0l5MkA96bmsfjY70T3niODm0r8YlT_JRdbKJFC6WviEOwFaX9ESzBtVMKHZc4tIWAxjMZMrwOTtjjPxyeLM-vDaWchNEre-eGoVDPVwUG6ux13q74_SpeDuMuHHYhIa-3cH9LT-UVy_7asGoU_y3b8SrqmlewhaiWHg/s320/IMG_3552.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen. For the kids and the parents.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOK8eMNpCdf-imBex6ANZVIXtExc4fZSgm4Jj3x7Y4PyUrN8o-3ueDdjBoU63EiV4lpu8lYKLNao56_be62dlhX1ANlOXKhSqP2vBBtsr8iyp6TO0Q6Kme8Wpf9oNIeDUHEiocyoiwYMhz9rLymTYEIZ0GHHocNVzQh6e8OEsuj51LwnLrPnVV7g/s3520/IMG_3553.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOK8eMNpCdf-imBex6ANZVIXtExc4fZSgm4Jj3x7Y4PyUrN8o-3ueDdjBoU63EiV4lpu8lYKLNao56_be62dlhX1ANlOXKhSqP2vBBtsr8iyp6TO0Q6Kme8Wpf9oNIeDUHEiocyoiwYMhz9rLymTYEIZ0GHHocNVzQh6e8OEsuj51LwnLrPnVV7g/s320/IMG_3553.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai doesn't remember going strawberry picking, so I'm glad we could a little bit of time to take him for the experience. He did a great job just getting the berry. Although, he at first crushed a bunch of berries trying to go from one row to the other. Whoops. He learned pretty quickly though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wXdCE20pWyIiQaFbNDJuuDFvgbymhH13GUTjGLvTbsZoOU0F4TAhHHYufs09B8Cl82NjiNrlNH9ZyZY9f7mZdadQiWjd3NEap8tSaTyb2PzbuNOT3LW2aq94ScaQEIX9vsb89pdYaBVYlhvyh5KYSAlQ33t03gaTQSpuFGO4yDinQYYPj_pO-A/s3520/IMG_3554.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5wXdCE20pWyIiQaFbNDJuuDFvgbymhH13GUTjGLvTbsZoOU0F4TAhHHYufs09B8Cl82NjiNrlNH9ZyZY9f7mZdadQiWjd3NEap8tSaTyb2PzbuNOT3LW2aq94ScaQEIX9vsb89pdYaBVYlhvyh5KYSAlQ33t03gaTQSpuFGO4yDinQYYPj_pO-A/s320/IMG_3554.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnLjgCcK_bVlH2GoY8Ko5G3X6udnk2GemCxWGtoJzutuRGpsZATjjWTFQ0qAeS3Q_EfuWFtQtkrDU09m6XY527JPajTdczAj1zU9SA-CE3ysOPYHAE_Rxcjb3ZguchxB9lHtYxNjSasnx52NYIth7cSITl16O28OvBbx3V6jpPDtB0akfjbFiLw/s4032/IMG_3556.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnLjgCcK_bVlH2GoY8Ko5G3X6udnk2GemCxWGtoJzutuRGpsZATjjWTFQ0qAeS3Q_EfuWFtQtkrDU09m6XY527JPajTdczAj1zU9SA-CE3ysOPYHAE_Rxcjb3ZguchxB9lHtYxNjSasnx52NYIth7cSITl16O28OvBbx3V6jpPDtB0akfjbFiLw/s320/IMG_3556.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxijs-O_XarO_2Ru5l3cyJqlA22asYLGRqC8z_1SysmvlnmNGSfH1SINHQYdSOcKJIvrXO5neJsPl0Jz3h-aA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXdHyyRhOs8VOITMWapw6vitHZYE7-sfMoMW3p_FZjLZbikmeYCni6mIBIDsH2UPM3Cw0cpcvqTPSRYNOOu5GaDvUEeMor6qTN8izDSzN55twX9dNAzn1vSIEgE_1fXgePTzanBKwqU3_j3M5scTC-VamV6OVhF06QdSLrd_rVifzAd4OgJ0msA/s4032/IMG_3557.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirXdHyyRhOs8VOITMWapw6vitHZYE7-sfMoMW3p_FZjLZbikmeYCni6mIBIDsH2UPM3Cw0cpcvqTPSRYNOOu5GaDvUEeMor6qTN8izDSzN55twX9dNAzn1vSIEgE_1fXgePTzanBKwqU3_j3M5scTC-VamV6OVhF06QdSLrd_rVifzAd4OgJ0msA/s320/IMG_3557.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We brought some friends along.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aXVVxxltAVkLWzPSJabHujFqknanOfRQBjthnpGAjef8hACgeMBbr_kMV3n1cwpYaJZ6N0yvZMTiieHA6RGLB9M74qRPuXCc_ctU2-_6pUUNtVOZw0GLbIm9oGwG6YRy30K-uj8SpvqW5xKb5FMxcIXQG9XPnNSxYhNmcKmExnhhyn2cmVfhxg/s4032/IMG_3558.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aXVVxxltAVkLWzPSJabHujFqknanOfRQBjthnpGAjef8hACgeMBbr_kMV3n1cwpYaJZ6N0yvZMTiieHA6RGLB9M74qRPuXCc_ctU2-_6pUUNtVOZw0GLbIm9oGwG6YRy30K-uj8SpvqW5xKb5FMxcIXQG9XPnNSxYhNmcKmExnhhyn2cmVfhxg/s320/IMG_3558.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not many people out on this very hot morning. Also, this was before their big strawberry festival. The berries were just coming on, so a tiny bitty bit under ripe. But still so much better than store bought ones.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMT7k3I3maql4rmjRHMs4lvlEuqT2uUeDiyzLkaVwId8ld-Yg3-6mXqV4FneqD4E1G5Jn65_24D4SY-ELDs571m87VVVgIooNWOvZ4yhEYlvIuCa9-YBR3Bkq5av4mxYCmf5WcQtwRthWICjttmcBj_W3OAqA-BpqIDKiyMzqYqa2AXuucjRyBYw/s4032/IMG_3559.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMT7k3I3maql4rmjRHMs4lvlEuqT2uUeDiyzLkaVwId8ld-Yg3-6mXqV4FneqD4E1G5Jn65_24D4SY-ELDs571m87VVVgIooNWOvZ4yhEYlvIuCa9-YBR3Bkq5av4mxYCmf5WcQtwRthWICjttmcBj_W3OAqA-BpqIDKiyMzqYqa2AXuucjRyBYw/s320/IMG_3559.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIrp-TD96I-6XHF-Yt2M_aym1IdCzhn0S7lJWF78fiyGmLhJapVYVjvCYE_JLj9VwMaOMU9EeELdSO8CKD3ZIT4fOGLKQ7Hlg3uvTIOwdC726Mk7-gSGkSq3jwL3dWCIU8YaVirHlznHTk3BnnbJ2kHwGKge5x389xv2gx9xGUeOUPziOvFx0NQ/s4032/IMG_3560.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTIrp-TD96I-6XHF-Yt2M_aym1IdCzhn0S7lJWF78fiyGmLhJapVYVjvCYE_JLj9VwMaOMU9EeELdSO8CKD3ZIT4fOGLKQ7Hlg3uvTIOwdC726Mk7-gSGkSq3jwL3dWCIU8YaVirHlznHTk3BnnbJ2kHwGKge5x389xv2gx9xGUeOUPziOvFx0NQ/s320/IMG_3560.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaJh_hbxdsNdA3UTLSsdKYIIM87emOyrT8c4zrMHS8PQ184llXJzz3Yn6nEPQIQkUjLO8V21OmUFZI8GXpFw-5BkHhVnjBNq4IqCE7nDdcUkm6TvWzd3FP5d6q5t0Au_TByReAmZ31V81twMu19O5dJeyIPIk8HbcftACWq1qjgoHeo9Usst7hg/s4032/IMG_3561.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaJh_hbxdsNdA3UTLSsdKYIIM87emOyrT8c4zrMHS8PQ184llXJzz3Yn6nEPQIQkUjLO8V21OmUFZI8GXpFw-5BkHhVnjBNq4IqCE7nDdcUkm6TvWzd3FP5d6q5t0Au_TByReAmZ31V81twMu19O5dJeyIPIk8HbcftACWq1qjgoHeo9Usst7hg/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4VzaezyJ06FtROqMMeeycez-PaeyzEvnrnk24vGvIOnLrJ09ss3aI3REzkWlUqyFopyLs25Wq0mYQDB909khSdsYLEJ1ftX0SmRFRLF6rZ2Wpm4oBnlyfFjU0HrDo3BVaSufRx6spOA1CYroUBA0heUDpZNK43zPyu7p_CH3i5KJUOtl3k7HVA/s4032/IMG_3562.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4VzaezyJ06FtROqMMeeycez-PaeyzEvnrnk24vGvIOnLrJ09ss3aI3REzkWlUqyFopyLs25Wq0mYQDB909khSdsYLEJ1ftX0SmRFRLF6rZ2Wpm4oBnlyfFjU0HrDo3BVaSufRx6spOA1CYroUBA0heUDpZNK43zPyu7p_CH3i5KJUOtl3k7HVA/w480-h640/IMG_3562.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A baby bunny nest! Awww!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahDGu0zDJZZOXF9B5Rtnh2jqZpe7w2EDsOEjSz1pT5rb0ScQsXNvTRNnl3JKR5leEvLfyQNWrQifAYqKAeJ2luwzoPMkw-0ytXqM2CrmeXpbCMzkcwbD1bdW-aMjKLN38eWO9-6DxXl7ZkyYOFARAqhgoQUzqj0irR9gkrDPPywIr4JzpcrjWQw/s4032/IMG_3563.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahDGu0zDJZZOXF9B5Rtnh2jqZpe7w2EDsOEjSz1pT5rb0ScQsXNvTRNnl3JKR5leEvLfyQNWrQifAYqKAeJ2luwzoPMkw-0ytXqM2CrmeXpbCMzkcwbD1bdW-aMjKLN38eWO9-6DxXl7ZkyYOFARAqhgoQUzqj0irR9gkrDPPywIr4JzpcrjWQw/s320/IMG_3563.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Berry juice!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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An all day at home day! Ok, I did run out to the grocery store with Abishai because we finally got his new ADHD prescription filled properly! So he had his first dose around noon today. Fingers crossed he doesn't wake up in the middle of the night. He seemed a little groggy after screen time, but he ate an ok supper. He didn't get into any snacks in the afternoon. Tomorrow will be a better indicator of how it will really go. The medication's retail price is $345 a month!!! Thank goodness for Medicaid! The health industry is so rigged. My brother was telling me that my niece's infusions cost $15,000 a year!!!! So if he were to get a better paying job in order to increase his lifestyle so they were off of Medicaid, he would just be turning around and paying out of pocket for things like those infusions, never mind all the other medical costs for her and his son, who is also medically fragile. It's insane! The health care industry is not about healing people. It's about making money. End of story. Get you addicted to needing a drug for life. That's it. Get you in a routine for coming in for "rechecks" every 3 months for dosage because they can't possibly trust you to call if you don't think your dosage isn't working anymore. It's so annoying. But anyway, we have the medication, and now we try it out.</p><p>- I was able to go through Justin's t-shirts with him so he can rotate his t-shirts and stop wearing those awful grungy white ones. I should have just put them in his keepsake t-shirt bag. I don't know why I put them back in the drawer. I did put them towards the back, as well as all the red t-shirts, which he frequently wears. We folded everything, too. So now it's up to him again to keep folding and make everything fit.</p><p>- I set up the water sprinkler for Abishai under the trampoline and he had a blast with that for 30 minutes. I got Keturah to trim some of the front yard like she was supposed to do on Monday/Tuesday. Now there's no point in doing any more until she mows again. Grrr. I almost worked on the grassy part near the flower bed to transition it over to mulch, but it was already noon and hot, and Jared reminded me that we need to pull out the really low bushes. And, now that I type this, I am reminding myself that I wanted to put rock there. I just really want to get rid of the mulch on the driveway. So, hm,....I need to rethink that. Where are some places we don't want to weeds, or we want to slow them down at least. We'll take care of it Saturday because now it's supposed to rain on Thursday and we have Park Day on Friday, plus an open house. I'm so glad I didn't do anything with it. We can still dig up the bushes and I can still put down the black barrier and the shingles that I used on the edge like I did the garden. It really shouldn't take that much rock to do a thing layer to start with. Then we wouldn't have to worry about the trimming. We should just get it done. It's not terribly hard. Although I just put some mulch there. Hm,...</p><p>- Jared took the boys out this evening, Abishai to karate and then double backed to take Justin to Culver's near our bank to meet up with his small group guys. And Justin was able to deposit his paycheck, so one less thing I have to worry about. Thankfully, Jared was able to get back to Tang Soo Do in time to capture an extremely important moment. They were practicing forms tonight, so Teacher Nathan specifically helped Abishai learn the variation of Form 1 that is in Form 2, so Abishai could do both on his own and earn his yellow belt! It was thoroughly unexpected that this was going to happen tonight! I'm glad it happened this way, actually. No hype or expectation. I thought he had to have everything on the sheet perfectly memorized, but I guess not. I mean, Abishai understands and has demonstrates ability to learn the Korean words and desire to continue them as they go, so I think that's a major factor here. In the video, you'll hear Teacher Nathan talk about how Abishai is consistent in his attendance, often showing up early (thanks to Daddy, because Mommy is NEVER early!) and how Abishai works hard and pays attention. Abishai came home and couldn't walk fast enough to back room to show me. He was SO super proud of himself. He even had practiced a bit at home the last few days without me asking him, too. So maybe Teacher Nathan had encouraged him last week about it, I don't know. But I'm so proud of him! He has learned so fast! 3 months is not very long to learn 20 moves in a sequence, as well all kinds of other things in a foreign language and to get your body to actually do them, in front of other kids twice your size. And as you watch the video, check out the little bounce in his step. It's not supposed to be there, but it's too cute. They obviously don't ask for perfection in the form of the moves when they are young, but they also continue to practice the forms as they move up the ranks. I'm grateful for a laid back studio that does focus on the right things and celebrates each kid individually and yet holds them accountable. We aren't here to be in major competitions. And if people are, they can choose a different studio. We like simple, inexpensive, family oriented, learn something to the best ability of the individual kind of instruction. And we got it. Yeah! Plus the owners are coming home with their newly adopted girls on Friday! Double yeah!<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz1rdEuOTWSRnD_ZW1F3HKlD-ZjxhF04lPlEIZh5WsxNKgUy6uGC3Oi7MVkw4r1ciA4kcgwLewAee5yVGMV3jXLQZQ46amzZWmlEWMAtLFb6RHgd_rDMXrZg-YTLybkWjCatYU1prbn9HKdPf0G3azbKG4ZKgIOQ-wBOtnjYJNfqziAi4fVH6oQ/s640/283615001_3253732621552631_2160487136694159936_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="640" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJz1rdEuOTWSRnD_ZW1F3HKlD-ZjxhF04lPlEIZh5WsxNKgUy6uGC3Oi7MVkw4r1ciA4kcgwLewAee5yVGMV3jXLQZQ46amzZWmlEWMAtLFb6RHgd_rDMXrZg-YTLybkWjCatYU1prbn9HKdPf0G3azbKG4ZKgIOQ-wBOtnjYJNfqziAi4fVH6oQ/s320/283615001_3253732621552631_2160487136694159936_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone photoshopped this obviously, and wow, incredible! 70 years of being on the throne. What an incredible legacy Queen Elizabeth has. The Jubilee celebration has begun this week or will shortly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSp-PjN10ZO7PKLhxBlp7eFK9bWfji42ll7Ukvrf5Cs3PAiJlsSGcXZNuG4YjEWT8YwQMZRq1QnwZw9QQKNdltBmJBZDWFDiYnxV7jqL5P5q3B5Zs5Wta8bxvTZnluZH8mDTdDu8oDTfjToiyQAc-ZYZyitrbN34hx7H8Zweb4SayqljAdC7x_g/s882/285321476_10159417845976429_1865978002485896889_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="882" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSp-PjN10ZO7PKLhxBlp7eFK9bWfji42ll7Ukvrf5Cs3PAiJlsSGcXZNuG4YjEWT8YwQMZRq1QnwZw9QQKNdltBmJBZDWFDiYnxV7jqL5P5q3B5Zs5Wta8bxvTZnluZH8mDTdDu8oDTfjToiyQAc-ZYZyitrbN34hx7H8Zweb4SayqljAdC7x_g/w640-h420/285321476_10159417845976429_1865978002485896889_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone shared this on the Franklin Township chat today. These are the cross streets that go through Wanamaker. They are now called Southeastern and Northeastern. So the Wanamaker Feed and Seed store Justin works at is basically on one of those corners now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v4esfjAgbYpJACgX37C_VxwrlYyPI9XpTyCXYwzVUuLZ_Nuwk9NWk2Ffim7F0riAa20dzk6nNR2NPZwPWMtjFDNablMzL7SvrGuqwgVkM_chVFBg0OXWxscAz1dfampgMnrj7nQk7vqoCw354Q93dTWL103S8lsgFZiNjnh1dRE24VHb4tfSKw/s576/285342878_10228246588695258_6855166885465450129_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7v4esfjAgbYpJACgX37C_VxwrlYyPI9XpTyCXYwzVUuLZ_Nuwk9NWk2Ffim7F0riAa20dzk6nNR2NPZwPWMtjFDNablMzL7SvrGuqwgVkM_chVFBg0OXWxscAz1dfampgMnrj7nQk7vqoCw354Q93dTWL103S8lsgFZiNjnh1dRE24VHb4tfSKw/s320/285342878_10228246588695258_6855166885465450129_n.jpg" width="292" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've seen this before, but it's still very much true.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5FhiH-EpfSH9bDejtxxlw-1RSA11qlSc8S23pvxxOm25gD70_HnCR4FmlM3vMUOQbiLm20_wuATb2_yaUp0-IRLmuNbqJYICWazppI5-Rwvq3DPoO0TSir4NMAdl9zkYJBt-PNgAGqwFhSxVnlJDXjbxFq0GeMlQ6zRqa2yo-3YHaMUj4YqYIQ/s1508/IMG_3569.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1508" data-original-width="1006" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5FhiH-EpfSH9bDejtxxlw-1RSA11qlSc8S23pvxxOm25gD70_HnCR4FmlM3vMUOQbiLm20_wuATb2_yaUp0-IRLmuNbqJYICWazppI5-Rwvq3DPoO0TSir4NMAdl9zkYJBt-PNgAGqwFhSxVnlJDXjbxFq0GeMlQ6zRqa2yo-3YHaMUj4YqYIQ/w426-h640/IMG_3569.JPG" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I shared this with Keturah and she said she doesn't need 8 touches a day or to be talked to positively for 9 minutes. Yeah, she and I need to talk to a counselor.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjfX2RPDdN3uxonaznPKwh8GT7bsoAX6saBM9AI2_H-guYza22r3iV4nUqodpXiHwElwKV07Xrg2LOGhpQSkZiWKOsdGp1Vt2cw7cjYhKnc3_7jKLFBPZXllesd3CHn3iLSD7zBB8L0OzsWwlhOQWjLRgVDfRbNIcX3G2dx14fy303SmowBSxsg/s1330/IMG_3570.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1330" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjfX2RPDdN3uxonaznPKwh8GT7bsoAX6saBM9AI2_H-guYza22r3iV4nUqodpXiHwElwKV07Xrg2LOGhpQSkZiWKOsdGp1Vt2cw7cjYhKnc3_7jKLFBPZXllesd3CHn3iLSD7zBB8L0OzsWwlhOQWjLRgVDfRbNIcX3G2dx14fy303SmowBSxsg/s320/IMG_3570.JPG" width="260" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahaha</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVcl2KwVszERTL7U9b7-w8gP_RZttFAbC7DWzR1889F0u1uMe5n5iC5-e_5zfRhCYDUuRXOrOBi87NdBsI2JD5E8YK3IvUIvdxL4hUyk0VSOSob-7QfyWSCsE-_SSpgKrFWwaPOuOPKrXlAPYWBuxkLktuld9PiiL4I_xSOuxEiQWeVlMgyYttQ/s3520/IMG_3571.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVcl2KwVszERTL7U9b7-w8gP_RZttFAbC7DWzR1889F0u1uMe5n5iC5-e_5zfRhCYDUuRXOrOBi87NdBsI2JD5E8YK3IvUIvdxL4hUyk0VSOSob-7QfyWSCsE-_SSpgKrFWwaPOuOPKrXlAPYWBuxkLktuld9PiiL4I_xSOuxEiQWeVlMgyYttQ/w360-h640/IMG_3571.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got one of those sprinklers that oscillates from side to side and looks like a half circle of water. The mat blocked most of the water, but Abishai thoroughly loved it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz1mC2lePcZSXQYfmO3F-7gjUYYDkdXtac1IBkZjBD2H_vdQlk__VapDpEfgEGifYsn-1sN4So7u9rf6yR_aA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakVf6dtn8nA0N7sQcM6BZsyfAQ651x6UNd_VubnUG_d8t_0OzH7_WBaf3DzAwS6qPFlTRzs4sVjLgbyCqNiw-PLaIfTEpna0f6RCla78VgSox87yc2nItGOZrmIkaE4lPvlp5ahmz2u1GLmzLlS0oPOreQ-9E4Qc0LU-mKxMB763fx4epBngyzw/s4032/IMG_3574.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakVf6dtn8nA0N7sQcM6BZsyfAQ651x6UNd_VubnUG_d8t_0OzH7_WBaf3DzAwS6qPFlTRzs4sVjLgbyCqNiw-PLaIfTEpna0f6RCla78VgSox87yc2nItGOZrmIkaE4lPvlp5ahmz2u1GLmzLlS0oPOreQ-9E4Qc0LU-mKxMB763fx4epBngyzw/w480-h640/IMG_3574.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What better way to cool off than to do your flips through a gentle water mist!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWFiFG9h1Z5igKJ39e9L1xQgtIrBvYFQrYZ9uOtWZrY0KpiN_gKuesLoRcOrVtQletYvfV6AGCHaMdnozCYDklGIhid7bj-O7Khi3_92s4qdzXwlay0pTHuSXaeHAOApeCGVV2GPFVFVgtHOWTGvgHMTbyh21mz_L5sgGSPAElWz2ajvD0nkN4w/s4032/IMG_3575.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWFiFG9h1Z5igKJ39e9L1xQgtIrBvYFQrYZ9uOtWZrY0KpiN_gKuesLoRcOrVtQletYvfV6AGCHaMdnozCYDklGIhid7bj-O7Khi3_92s4qdzXwlay0pTHuSXaeHAOApeCGVV2GPFVFVgtHOWTGvgHMTbyh21mz_L5sgGSPAElWz2ajvD0nkN4w/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sprinkler is right under the middle of the trampoline and spraying from underneath. Not much gets through, but at least some does.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClLyYBffk-2Zr-9-GZ6a2RahHmHLbPbfzgXm7DiElYrtMbZqoloCqQge5AJ1mgJVGeLT8OKl_FWw-N9616R9A76AwpZGoGQsBdE7m8XCIOgJEndUooNG0SpVwS078GaxNSTOTNg37E-0RMxCAdVtsOaaDCo9rTPwiAm8FUVUgHDYE6MEjwPvasg/s4032/IMG_3577.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClLyYBffk-2Zr-9-GZ6a2RahHmHLbPbfzgXm7DiElYrtMbZqoloCqQge5AJ1mgJVGeLT8OKl_FWw-N9616R9A76AwpZGoGQsBdE7m8XCIOgJEndUooNG0SpVwS078GaxNSTOTNg37E-0RMxCAdVtsOaaDCo9rTPwiAm8FUVUgHDYE6MEjwPvasg/s320/IMG_3577.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for a drink I guess.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pG6EB2AyGYcZemB2-DGuqA50Bbxvtzxi9k68Q_zZyzTbIQViu3dhrvH8M_evvH1VPlGGae1ODussAgi0hQ4EVwSBuPR7bmsslg-7Zanf_5OCdqqhq0SkcBkL2gJgY7hhrsqNGbnTwZo0eHLxPaFY_MoihYQftOaELFh16huEKLnj3c25gyx4eg/s4032/IMG_3578.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9pG6EB2AyGYcZemB2-DGuqA50Bbxvtzxi9k68Q_zZyzTbIQViu3dhrvH8M_evvH1VPlGGae1ODussAgi0hQ4EVwSBuPR7bmsslg-7Zanf_5OCdqqhq0SkcBkL2gJgY7hhrsqNGbnTwZo0eHLxPaFY_MoihYQftOaELFh16huEKLnj3c25gyx4eg/s320/IMG_3578.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much fun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpFg2VqlHCPh5QkdqGPVCGSpaknmSpVcqxgY3Kvs-9s0ReF5-1840WZcNvXLAHG8NCvkISNIo7831fgfzbKhocTZc8b1T0fiI_UDg3TXeGMjCDy_18-CZMWirtDxl1k1vZeg-aD_jITMw2Gn6iQYy5suNoo1EjQ71fjRYmyADzJN-fglih7uQQ/s4032/IMG_3579.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRpFg2VqlHCPh5QkdqGPVCGSpaknmSpVcqxgY3Kvs-9s0ReF5-1840WZcNvXLAHG8NCvkISNIo7831fgfzbKhocTZc8b1T0fiI_UDg3TXeGMjCDy_18-CZMWirtDxl1k1vZeg-aD_jITMw2Gn6iQYy5suNoo1EjQ71fjRYmyADzJN-fglih7uQQ/s320/IMG_3579.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what the area looks like when Keturah take the trimmer and just whacks the grass and weeds all the way down to nothingness. We've got the two original big rocks that I won't attempt to dig up. We've got this little tree here in the front that's making a lot of progress this year. We've got another one that's 3 feet tall right in the middle. And then we've got three bushes kind of hanging out. The leftover sidewalk is to the left there where it looks the barest. Nothing will grow there. I'm ready to put rock over the whole thing, although I just added mulch around the bottoms of the bushes and trees. Keturah did rake up the extra clippings for me, thankfully. It was a disaster zone today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkenbJY0c7M2ML53frw5dDFESvqycM_hVg5i3-ckTzm140_6x-QG5ca59jpLEf7Verhvogbj61ESMe9vtbz8YeMg0StQyyM3Cff1qdyxRV4AEgBLIrArlu8tHuGQGEPFtOecqGqkBaIQxS4D3xvIf9Q16Z0Kl_qjAx5_DD5he0BEP01YEtLpfBg/s640/IMG_3580.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnkenbJY0c7M2ML53frw5dDFESvqycM_hVg5i3-ckTzm140_6x-QG5ca59jpLEf7Verhvogbj61ESMe9vtbz8YeMg0StQyyM3Cff1qdyxRV4AEgBLIrArlu8tHuGQGEPFtOecqGqkBaIQxS4D3xvIf9Q16Z0Kl_qjAx5_DD5he0BEP01YEtLpfBg/s320/IMG_3580.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_hzqBVrn2EjlIhQ_nXIn4fOjyor061QMNn52ixz7aCkK5dqPTO10xOZPcf3kFFo1xgDBLzjPG5psDVb9K7Av7D7CcvaRfltzBA74UZsstNHdT9kqqoPkcdS8RIYiTtWIVPuXMZ3C6DgiBKJd_bHkVHiKiWKAy0RXlfD7uPtqWriEbpm5vORVHw/s4032/IMG_3581.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_hzqBVrn2EjlIhQ_nXIn4fOjyor061QMNn52ixz7aCkK5dqPTO10xOZPcf3kFFo1xgDBLzjPG5psDVb9K7Av7D7CcvaRfltzBA74UZsstNHdT9kqqoPkcdS8RIYiTtWIVPuXMZ3C6DgiBKJd_bHkVHiKiWKAy0RXlfD7uPtqWriEbpm5vORVHw/s320/IMG_3581.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was looking in one of his books today while I was on the phone with my brother and asked if we could make these airplanes sometime. Well, how about now? I'm determined to not just do projects all summer. Let's do our summer bucket list, which includes being laid back and being spur of the moment. So we made two of them and tried to fly them. He kept talking about how Luke Green, the student minister, can make really cool paper airplanes that go really far. Well, good on him, but this is a very good design, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzXGGqGp3PdKEtr6rXYF7Tzh6DC-RPI6Ak_dXFo572upq7CDmaRM0lmtiOLaY0uPl3o4Ff_J965h-Svz0gvIsm8q3W4gSYO_OjkIhhoz2Qm_idaxESlie7Foyqa9jU6jwWsybeqOqe7d51ICyLtMGV30SWlnr6nF84r4_U2EKB0mQt-mqF-FzMQ/s4032/IMG_3582.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzXGGqGp3PdKEtr6rXYF7Tzh6DC-RPI6Ak_dXFo572upq7CDmaRM0lmtiOLaY0uPl3o4Ff_J965h-Svz0gvIsm8q3W4gSYO_OjkIhhoz2Qm_idaxESlie7Foyqa9jU6jwWsybeqOqe7d51ICyLtMGV30SWlnr6nF84r4_U2EKB0mQt-mqF-FzMQ/s320/IMG_3582.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poor puppy. He's not squatting to use the bathroom. This is his "normal" stance now. Since I've been watching that vet channel on Facebook, I recognize this to mean that he has pain in his hips or elbows or somewhere in those joints in his back legs. And the only thing that would help it would be orthopedic surgery, which we a) couldn't afford and b) because of his age, it's not wise to put him under anesthesia for. He's on pain meds already, which we can increase. I buy the food for seniors with the extra stuff for joints already in it. There's just not much you can do. The surgeries I've watched on the channel usually involved taking out damaged tissue and putting in plates and screws to fuse the joints in place. If only the orthopedic surgeon in England on the show lived here! Lol! Poor puppy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmVz58OELBnId6WllOrqVYj3ea3SyNkT-UYLGnAQzpNxX0mumGFSbsSJ5lnakqjXehsfh6ojJBOvPbrTBNSy1otKZaiFfNDxKZ9lFeBrXsdYHqzoQrEbDIRDuHo352mUCHjHEO3G83_106UMEOKXmrdOhU8ubtaDd_NMhaRiqlccYHPQaHaEiPg/s4032/IMG_3583.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJmVz58OELBnId6WllOrqVYj3ea3SyNkT-UYLGnAQzpNxX0mumGFSbsSJ5lnakqjXehsfh6ojJBOvPbrTBNSy1otKZaiFfNDxKZ9lFeBrXsdYHqzoQrEbDIRDuHo352mUCHjHEO3G83_106UMEOKXmrdOhU8ubtaDd_NMhaRiqlccYHPQaHaEiPg/s320/IMG_3583.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5r6ikN7jJdC134FBIl2dMvemY6W2PRbI-wJIyXcY9v869BD5J825cCJ-BvPXnsmIUtowE-pxO42XA2ME4GGntEqjt7ofe9U1wyb207jDKyQ_Lz3-B1wqz1VqWD2-iOY3xEVf6csQIYNJDn6pt_k34idM355DQYvzj_26BKRP31Klxa4qwV5LmA/s4032/IMG_3584.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5r6ikN7jJdC134FBIl2dMvemY6W2PRbI-wJIyXcY9v869BD5J825cCJ-BvPXnsmIUtowE-pxO42XA2ME4GGntEqjt7ofe9U1wyb207jDKyQ_Lz3-B1wqz1VqWD2-iOY3xEVf6csQIYNJDn6pt_k34idM355DQYvzj_26BKRP31Klxa4qwV5LmA/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Owie, ow, ow. This is his now normal standing position. It's gotta hurt something awful to make him stand his way. I'm going to investigate if there's anything I can like a special way to massage his legs or something to soothe the pain. I could take him to see a specialist perhaps to see which part is actually hurting him so I can work on something specific. I doubt he'd want to do hydrotherapy or something like and I'm sure it's expensive. Upping his pain medication would be fine. It's not very expensive. I feel so bad for them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqQT7XA2fGjwGMh-GLO3C7uGkTNayHMIaONrpyrUzg9yWLLXQbZovIOEAgbMHYY2jMowrQf5QVBE_R1G2UUNbLB1SpXTWRrgYalCivK0u_H-S4smllndwwwCFVfGj5TLvhWoq5uZWwEJVpZdSy-rJur12TIQZ0jWUj4XkZoqfCwQQyMzw-ExDLQ/s4032/IMG_3585.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivqQT7XA2fGjwGMh-GLO3C7uGkTNayHMIaONrpyrUzg9yWLLXQbZovIOEAgbMHYY2jMowrQf5QVBE_R1G2UUNbLB1SpXTWRrgYalCivK0u_H-S4smllndwwwCFVfGj5TLvhWoq5uZWwEJVpZdSy-rJur12TIQZ0jWUj4XkZoqfCwQQyMzw-ExDLQ/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that grin! This was thoroughly unexpected! (See the paragraph above about it). How exciting! It took him only 3 months to go from white to yellow! Yeah! He still has a lot of perfecting to go on these basic forms, but he's only a beginner, and the youngest of beginners at that. Way to go!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/U7bsawU2rWc" target="_blank">Abishai Tang Soo Do Form 1 & Form 2</a></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/n3z4kVrCenQ" target="_blank">Abishai End of Class Compliments</a> <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxSRU8TsvEGHt3iMYfjm55D9fJUNBET4fh7dbGu2T0PkO2ZAUUzsVyyTs42ZT_fSyAaByMBZRtaXJIb-5ECao2pIIUDQXwnp6UMe_DCdeUSm1LuKLdvhBXEjgAHB06DRB7Vpl16ZcIVyv0xygFUzkUiMdSun18skSYGu-cjxsqaMih7xK2jRjlQ/s4032/IMG_5539.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxSRU8TsvEGHt3iMYfjm55D9fJUNBET4fh7dbGu2T0PkO2ZAUUzsVyyTs42ZT_fSyAaByMBZRtaXJIb-5ECao2pIIUDQXwnp6UMe_DCdeUSm1LuKLdvhBXEjgAHB06DRB7Vpl16ZcIVyv0xygFUzkUiMdSun18skSYGu-cjxsqaMih7xK2jRjlQ/w480-h640/IMG_5539.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super proud of him! Now we need to get or make one of those belt racks!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday </p><p>- Abishai was up at 5:30 am maybe because of his new medication. We gave him his tablet and he was on it until 9:30. Abishai got his two teeth cavities filled and it took all of 10 minutes. It took 1 1/2 hrs of driving time though. We got gas and saved $.80 a gallon thanks to Kroger points. And then we visited the office. Abishai got to wear his new belt to Tang Soo Do and move up in line in front of the white belts. Then he got to hang out and play with Gunner as he came over with his dad Mike to help Daddy put new brake pads on the van. He was utterly exhausted and fell right asleep at 9:30 with no problems.</p><p>- Keturah was in her bed all day except for the 20 minutes I told her to go outside. Yup. <br /></p><p>- Justin worked as usual. And then Kya came over for the rest of the day.</p><p>- I spent the afternoon putting the Region 9 Homeschool Newsletter together because I totally messed up on my days again. Two hours later and 12 blurbs gathered and formatted and links pulled and logos found and uploaded and all I have left is my blurb at the top. Hard work, but it's super important. Actually, this one is very full of sports teams info. All homeschool teams, all homeschooled players. Football, several basketball teams, several soccer teams, several volleyball teams. ALL homeschool players. This is nuts! We had NOTHING like this when I was growing up. NOTHING. Not even a hint of it. It BLOWS my mind that you can fill a whole football team roster with homeschool students! Blows my mind! And they play against other Christian schools and private schools. HIGH SCHOOL teams. These homeschool kids are beyond blessed I tell ya. Crazy!</p><p>- Jared and Mike Killebrew changed at least the brake pads in the van and maybe something else to see if some kind of noise it was making will stop. I thought we had just did this in the van a few years ago but it was in the gray van Jared said. Gunner came over to help because he's rebuilding a vehicle from scratch right now. Justin and Kya refused to come outside to greet them. Keturah also refused to come out. But Abishai was all for it. It was already on his 5th wind of energy for the day. He was cackling and running and sweating from all the running around he was doing. I also had Socks out for a bit and he just sat or laid down in the grass and watched the world go by. So sweet. It did get very late because they had started the project after karate class, so Kya got home super late. I wasn't pleased, but oh well. I'm not pleased about a lot of things right now anyway, so just add it to my list. I'm no social expert, but I wish my kids would interact more when people are over. And I needed Justin and Kya to get out of Justin's room more anyway. Thankfully, I have a great friend in Kellie and she knows I'm doing my best to do the right thing by her daughter. I can't force them to do it. But I tried. I guess they do the same thing at her house, too. I love that we have the same mindset at least and can talk about it. </p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvNZarrPhYit-WfafaDhmxUgd5aB6wKhAT7K-vxhVgmaGP9sakh9hBtkwiuEGb8wv03o7-49chsFSsu-iFtihxyKmTybKkvCAsFx21lfvjydA9zOY_4ck7j7vyJLzjP-RlybLtD4fOt44Jyl5tFB0X-y4VoZfVDeTCQ3_n1buqxL4kAng8LIYCg/s1470/ranald-mackechnie-the-photograph-shall-not-be-used-without-news-photo-1654117398.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1470" data-original-width="980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvNZarrPhYit-WfafaDhmxUgd5aB6wKhAT7K-vxhVgmaGP9sakh9hBtkwiuEGb8wv03o7-49chsFSsu-iFtihxyKmTybKkvCAsFx21lfvjydA9zOY_4ck7j7vyJLzjP-RlybLtD4fOt44Jyl5tFB0X-y4VoZfVDeTCQ3_n1buqxL4kAng8LIYCg/w426-h640/ranald-mackechnie-the-photograph-shall-not-be-used-without-news-photo-1654117398.jpg" width="426" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know, I know. Sorry, not sorry. New portrait of Queen Elizabeth II. But this is the only time that there will be a 70th Jubilee. This frock is gorgeous! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the blue on her with her eyes and the pearl buttons to go with signature pearls. Gorgeous!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhl79DEd89Cz4BywzpkRnF2jXA_DDwAaIouCVYUp-FipgmFo3CAgml2xTt86MWD8h1RQfxoNJbqoLx06eic-ctw1GknhWh-sKlLnikh2BckLW9uOOwe2DRDm8CwL2oxAGt642G5rLNB_Du7LgekdpLoez-RqlfLNXi0_pQxZ6j1wZwcTKavnuLA/s4032/IMG_5547.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwhl79DEd89Cz4BywzpkRnF2jXA_DDwAaIouCVYUp-FipgmFo3CAgml2xTt86MWD8h1RQfxoNJbqoLx06eic-ctw1GknhWh-sKlLnikh2BckLW9uOOwe2DRDm8CwL2oxAGt642G5rLNB_Du7LgekdpLoez-RqlfLNXi0_pQxZ6j1wZwcTKavnuLA/s320/IMG_5547.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First night of being a yellow belt! Now he gets to stand pretty much in the middle of the pack. He's so proud of himself! And he keeps referring to the paper at home with all the 20 steps in Form 1 and Form 2 so he can keep practicing. I don't know if I can help him perfect each step or if I should even try. I hope now that Tess and Uriah are back on American soil today with the girls that in a few weeks I can ask them for the green belt standards. Or I can ask Nathan. He might know where the paper is. I'll just let Abishai be happy where he is for now. So sweet! And it's awesome to finally have a kid motivated to move up levels in a sport or activity. The other kids just wouldn't care. They aren't competitive, which is good and bad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbRR3joZO1Rrt0S2tndIWj9FMlYs4Dc2MPu9WchBGhgHVAeXWLWu36MJ247Tt6_uBpqCTaohKOrt0lt1jmknGWkBkV9jbbF3LBS62VvgdabHNh1kRH3BZjmQ15XnQlvn2dvUzHeGhk6_n2iegWc2NlzBsz7Hbl1bpahBEh1lBXnuiSZJC4vz2Xg/s4032/IMG_3627.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbRR3joZO1Rrt0S2tndIWj9FMlYs4Dc2MPu9WchBGhgHVAeXWLWu36MJ247Tt6_uBpqCTaohKOrt0lt1jmknGWkBkV9jbbF3LBS62VvgdabHNh1kRH3BZjmQ15XnQlvn2dvUzHeGhk6_n2iegWc2NlzBsz7Hbl1bpahBEh1lBXnuiSZJC4vz2Xg/s320/IMG_3627.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Who's my handsome dog?! So majestic sitting there next to the tree looking out over the world protecting our house! That's my boy! He's such a lovely dog, isn't it?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GzctZiGFiqYKLkodKfqBfSwGygq76hIfXUrrVSJSDeRghoQjLfDRDNf4xvALa4qkZ8r7arWuNS8rVDw3Ql_uJxs5rlr-mfQV_qj0GkEn2VpLZSzaF87Rk812VRaRAHq3zHB7iVCH8oXo0YICW-R1aZ5VH7i5P7KtZW8Q4f1CjLRV0BpLliVaGQ/s4032/IMG_3626.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GzctZiGFiqYKLkodKfqBfSwGygq76hIfXUrrVSJSDeRghoQjLfDRDNf4xvALa4qkZ8r7arWuNS8rVDw3Ql_uJxs5rlr-mfQV_qj0GkEn2VpLZSzaF87Rk812VRaRAHq3zHB7iVCH8oXo0YICW-R1aZ5VH7i5P7KtZW8Q4f1CjLRV0BpLliVaGQ/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_RGatY0xAkDkImQWlFx0j8PvUAtLl5aEqeO8kad8Ixy7QwTRysX-whCFq8CS_3JExD2UnKFVNaMCHs4ybtjfXTTZEweqwo8IngLqHmdy1gKjs-OaDZTRfRneN7aL7_zhRvbliFI28V2tuJQrLNXXzKVqylSpGJRH5pbLqiWpH5Z7m8XwzQ9yCQ/s4032/IMG_3624.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9_RGatY0xAkDkImQWlFx0j8PvUAtLl5aEqeO8kad8Ixy7QwTRysX-whCFq8CS_3JExD2UnKFVNaMCHs4ybtjfXTTZEweqwo8IngLqHmdy1gKjs-OaDZTRfRneN7aL7_zhRvbliFI28V2tuJQrLNXXzKVqylSpGJRH5pbLqiWpH5Z7m8XwzQ9yCQ/s320/IMG_3624.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's lovely, but he's also looking old. You can see it in his posture and his lose of muscle mass. He's the same weight but I feel like it's shifted somehow. He feels bony in certain places. And he stands funny and sits kind of funny like he's really uncomfortable. I might go get him x-rayed for the fun of it, like the Bondi Vet show does to see what's really going on. I want to get an estimate of all of that first. My poor arthritic puppy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWLG1QuOS9rhP7WjYldzEOz2AmVfngnO-FhJrQAVkjzx-ivUy9IxoXDaHcXrSr5YoKZM2h9PbCdkJEcFwsh9jlaVjCiHjXHHVW3qeNKQBN7mqUuVB75U77lA3an4ExTaHVxPN6cte5k9NHz2nbAIUsGFFEmLjL0Uv_k9TF0iktmiGNkMVL8ssZw/s4032/IMG_3622.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOWLG1QuOS9rhP7WjYldzEOz2AmVfngnO-FhJrQAVkjzx-ivUy9IxoXDaHcXrSr5YoKZM2h9PbCdkJEcFwsh9jlaVjCiHjXHHVW3qeNKQBN7mqUuVB75U77lA3an4ExTaHVxPN6cte5k9NHz2nbAIUsGFFEmLjL0Uv_k9TF0iktmiGNkMVL8ssZw/s320/IMG_3622.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least his fur is still mostly brown.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn4JKmvcah0YpQY5LXOL59dy5_kDgunS3Tz2ap_LlAQf80r8_NrbfbhPuxj9cMm0zTUfWFkAkGNcbx5IVHbH6cZyYb2VBPiTjPZhtGfm2BZnY-FgAOBMQqAQGWd6xtBBtwtIxAHUQw3KIGiLRJzwGgCGtE8Bx-g4DdOLleK6pY4Jo5pEhFC6PTw/s4032/IMG_3621.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijn4JKmvcah0YpQY5LXOL59dy5_kDgunS3Tz2ap_LlAQf80r8_NrbfbhPuxj9cMm0zTUfWFkAkGNcbx5IVHbH6cZyYb2VBPiTjPZhtGfm2BZnY-FgAOBMQqAQGWd6xtBBtwtIxAHUQw3KIGiLRJzwGgCGtE8Bx-g4DdOLleK6pY4Jo5pEhFC6PTw/s320/IMG_3621.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody had a grand time chasing Gunner Killebrew after he was done helping his dad, Mike, fix our Daddy with the van's brakes. So much cackling laughter and sweat pouring from Abishai's face.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dznTobnpB7Lezl4obXGxEzW9QUgiCIVGltbW5KhnEXJ059SPqM8v2F9roy1IAicryTeabPndIJU-GYp-w4XzA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGRks0iZx3uM0HfJyBjSNzxh0Tr4fbaq4welACYyLaeGGjGYT4uQeTXZMI7cF9KUj7xwaCxrp13AaovmI0Z3Kw0CwqjniU2xr4TOiGzjaehGFle6dXIK0rBA75dj_NiU6wD0VCBf4rV74hXlim-toFjFiUaBhACj163Ppfc0etN7BhIbHbew1hw/s4032/IMG_3620.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRGRks0iZx3uM0HfJyBjSNzxh0Tr4fbaq4welACYyLaeGGjGYT4uQeTXZMI7cF9KUj7xwaCxrp13AaovmI0Z3Kw0CwqjniU2xr4TOiGzjaehGFle6dXIK0rBA75dj_NiU6wD0VCBf4rV74hXlim-toFjFiUaBhACj163Ppfc0etN7BhIbHbew1hw/s320/IMG_3620.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are so gargantuan this year!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSInjY09RDW1nLNUN07HAp6U60pt2Fb6E5QbuI_i3DWu1KfkKDNWNsLrNDh1fLKfavVFhMb-6OgG21hjIibVvZBtCEJvGHFM_gYBjWuEo75ExN9sTIuo4QAKaBXbUnBDL9rGgSqOzm2s3GN9NLkyi6i7vPUJf0Kpc8P0O5uJ_Vg8jUJaWbw6QjzA/s4032/IMG_3619.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSInjY09RDW1nLNUN07HAp6U60pt2Fb6E5QbuI_i3DWu1KfkKDNWNsLrNDh1fLKfavVFhMb-6OgG21hjIibVvZBtCEJvGHFM_gYBjWuEo75ExN9sTIuo4QAKaBXbUnBDL9rGgSqOzm2s3GN9NLkyi6i7vPUJf0Kpc8P0O5uJ_Vg8jUJaWbw6QjzA/s320/IMG_3619.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready to pop!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtQ4on92vfJ7Hbc_8yrqRrEZTIbCLS89GyeSgHWb1tgxCQFfdy3ijINBf08FYl2Hgmt1YyLoww6EtC1_DXvPXAPZIpoiDVYyO8BcnFYS5lPyey0WLyy8qkdkdIXmv12NQKSVtCQcIihJJdIwCa7U6pC6dAmntAA4tEgi9efb-KPA9Xr2TELAtRQ/s4032/IMG_3617.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtQ4on92vfJ7Hbc_8yrqRrEZTIbCLS89GyeSgHWb1tgxCQFfdy3ijINBf08FYl2Hgmt1YyLoww6EtC1_DXvPXAPZIpoiDVYyO8BcnFYS5lPyey0WLyy8qkdkdIXmv12NQKSVtCQcIihJJdIwCa7U6pC6dAmntAA4tEgi9efb-KPA9Xr2TELAtRQ/s320/IMG_3617.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeUA5JmnyMOohR3hSpf-DRzWDdspGDEnRSxUqCLWeElnFcnRcLGQhBHM9tA5j9_CSLAC_nE2Ztirb5d3wpVQuxggRlyLJzkUbuiVrOhFyuHaQl11z7C2DJWjWYPrjFZKCkC23rpsXPjd-Pi8IkQmGLq3f1E7i5lalWp8oo_ps-4L6WqNv79pqYQ/s4032/IMG_3616.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigeUA5JmnyMOohR3hSpf-DRzWDdspGDEnRSxUqCLWeElnFcnRcLGQhBHM9tA5j9_CSLAC_nE2Ztirb5d3wpVQuxggRlyLJzkUbuiVrOhFyuHaQl11z7C2DJWjWYPrjFZKCkC23rpsXPjd-Pi8IkQmGLq3f1E7i5lalWp8oo_ps-4L6WqNv79pqYQ/s320/IMG_3616.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqR2Yn8dN02Zvh-s-_BFRclV-GlWuhk_EW06vuFkhjvahAHrzA7xkbl0q5xBTzgXJ0jREuBtX6k4egJh6e7viRL0mNcgms_3EXLDZyAkGyKIL6fPznnGlm1NqZNBPTIJgKPNziqqYwYkvd7oxI5UHQPRbjHSvkgJjMXjZ--7hwOjbfCl1aiKKlg/s4032/IMG_3613.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqR2Yn8dN02Zvh-s-_BFRclV-GlWuhk_EW06vuFkhjvahAHrzA7xkbl0q5xBTzgXJ0jREuBtX6k4egJh6e7viRL0mNcgms_3EXLDZyAkGyKIL6fPznnGlm1NqZNBPTIJgKPNziqqYwYkvd7oxI5UHQPRbjHSvkgJjMXjZ--7hwOjbfCl1aiKKlg/s320/IMG_3613.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh no! I think I cut down my rose bush too far! I don't think these blossoms are going to bloom! And check out all those chew holes! I think I'll ask Jared to get some insect spray specifically for rose bushes this weekend as he typically takes a try to Home Depot or Lowe's. Eek! The bush itself looks nice and full of leaves though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UKRWRqct_o2k1wpK4WUdReRCFQR4CFnzxuxLohguwlWRvWpQqBCYlWZoXx0wb2ivWripnaEKttF-TcMSY_uxj8F_EF3wGL20r7bPgCJmhzp3pHL6wCSALnG-Jvzp9DAKEpdRzLUv1JWaQ8ikxcpmQ5QPDKqpa6F03C0F_SSCA8_x6PYvf_cbww/s4032/IMG_3612.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UKRWRqct_o2k1wpK4WUdReRCFQR4CFnzxuxLohguwlWRvWpQqBCYlWZoXx0wb2ivWripnaEKttF-TcMSY_uxj8F_EF3wGL20r7bPgCJmhzp3pHL6wCSALnG-Jvzp9DAKEpdRzLUv1JWaQ8ikxcpmQ5QPDKqpa6F03C0F_SSCA8_x6PYvf_cbww/s320/IMG_3612.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmGBVV3kMIoO4M_FdsQUaZva3mBsn_LC-vrjkNDF3dOXN75xDHwBFK8ygFXyQx6PnmSKs-bNTuLccU5PEkZ_WE1v8i6NQ3yQuljlDQQepH58FX8vCTfHU2MoAbf-vKuRptiKxI2ibNqBgB_WwdYDs3YDI4kk-tbG__CEKbxs_GLyEnK7_zoj1ZQ/s4032/IMG_3610.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGmGBVV3kMIoO4M_FdsQUaZva3mBsn_LC-vrjkNDF3dOXN75xDHwBFK8ygFXyQx6PnmSKs-bNTuLccU5PEkZ_WE1v8i6NQ3yQuljlDQQepH58FX8vCTfHU2MoAbf-vKuRptiKxI2ibNqBgB_WwdYDs3YDI4kk-tbG__CEKbxs_GLyEnK7_zoj1ZQ/s320/IMG_3610.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was Abishai earlier in the day after he got his two teeth cavities filled. Easy peasy done in 10 minutes with no numbing required. I guess they weren't that big. Oh, and I also took this pic to show that he was so excited about his yellow belt that he had already gotten dressed for Tang Soo Do first thing this morning.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKEasr6ln27VzlJ8QylBgrpC65kcHMtOauw_k6_u6tSVMY8GupZ1bCTYBV8y2NvCL7ifJ59J4bH6EdOlc_QdxGhQidDljvRlde8DN-51G--0AoZS5mX5sMo_LhPJoJ54epeDB2Ch1mRwowCoDRnzCpHPyIXdrPLWn-0bZNz24bDn70o6Xy7-U2A/s1792/IMG_3608.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwKEasr6ln27VzlJ8QylBgrpC65kcHMtOauw_k6_u6tSVMY8GupZ1bCTYBV8y2NvCL7ifJ59J4bH6EdOlc_QdxGhQidDljvRlde8DN-51G--0AoZS5mX5sMo_LhPJoJ54epeDB2Ch1mRwowCoDRnzCpHPyIXdrPLWn-0bZNz24bDn70o6Xy7-U2A/s320/IMG_3608.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least my gas mileage went up this time. Lots of highway driving? Trips to Greenfield where I can get up to 55-60mph on the backroads?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDThggRGzM8OojkjOyfT3L7R-vZH-KKYYvGaL8EyeiMAe6wAp_xSHG8bukd6ANS_ciKR3Mhw-QyBI72lopXRlloXVSDZRgP3znPNkckPHWORTDVpozQ-20Mw2EKmJvhbX2QPOFUrGTtrKJL7aTXn_3EIO3LBJggk0p18UN-AOrD9wG027TJHN9A/s4032/IMG_3607.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDThggRGzM8OojkjOyfT3L7R-vZH-KKYYvGaL8EyeiMAe6wAp_xSHG8bukd6ANS_ciKR3Mhw-QyBI72lopXRlloXVSDZRgP3znPNkckPHWORTDVpozQ-20Mw2EKmJvhbX2QPOFUrGTtrKJL7aTXn_3EIO3LBJggk0p18UN-AOrD9wG027TJHN9A/s320/IMG_3607.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can go pretty far on a tank of gas. It's awesome!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgensoFtaZGd-92QdNvjIt4-CkV2AumAnQ0bnnnv9z37eW7llJjFbgJXLxXh1nSDXFQKSVQ04OatIQCxRKpxkUBf7IkDqDLJDkuneH22OlPhYGfKalt-7y1TW0na8FUb9eI_GUht0jRvfivQMwtqunF97ULLJshlHA4vUDScvX7m16AUgW9Chc2tg/s4032/IMG_3606.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgensoFtaZGd-92QdNvjIt4-CkV2AumAnQ0bnnnv9z37eW7llJjFbgJXLxXh1nSDXFQKSVQ04OatIQCxRKpxkUBf7IkDqDLJDkuneH22OlPhYGfKalt-7y1TW0na8FUb9eI_GUht0jRvfivQMwtqunF97ULLJshlHA4vUDScvX7m16AUgW9Chc2tg/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gas is currently $4.89 here in Indiana as of June 2nd, 2022. BUT, I hadn't used my Kroger fuel points in probably almost two months SO I had $0.80 off per gallon!!!!! I paid $4.09 a gallon. Woot! Woot! Oh, and yes, I always let my tank run pretty much empty and then fill it. I'm usually very close to all the gas stations around town so I never worry about running out of gas.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cUedIM4EIZ6TGZ9v_rVpdWmJRwtwFPFjd7ihL_Uu8ENZOPRqA4qh59KanDb_5N4z7ALr_IFZWUMhrxP7RkmvvmQbeX7m5MuLR5AGifRzTe45Z-FE0eF8tJkCqNXSmyNT8H7jBkWaQ52LaeVjy8xUKIqcHIa-jJqR-cnWMVEtWpnktKmuoBrcOw/s1792/IMG_3605.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cUedIM4EIZ6TGZ9v_rVpdWmJRwtwFPFjd7ihL_Uu8ENZOPRqA4qh59KanDb_5N4z7ALr_IFZWUMhrxP7RkmvvmQbeX7m5MuLR5AGifRzTe45Z-FE0eF8tJkCqNXSmyNT8H7jBkWaQ52LaeVjy8xUKIqcHIa-jJqR-cnWMVEtWpnktKmuoBrcOw/w296-h640/IMG_3605.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BACON license plate spotting. Good job, Nora! And then Jared comes back with a nodding head GIF of approval.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUA0GhcIhyjjchdQsSmMNxjpsMNyjVtVOci43eHpQm3b1tWLAkbZ3JlMXZBl0fHZBGut9fg082ZA6jHRECDmW1Kwdfwt9o157a1IqF37kwyKS6VP8gQ1VFEMZBvQlbe-aJILuXTYXkb_kmMV1lMyh587oJLOchXzLtA5cdDOx936i0uI69rCsEQ/s1792/IMG_3604.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEUA0GhcIhyjjchdQsSmMNxjpsMNyjVtVOci43eHpQm3b1tWLAkbZ3JlMXZBl0fHZBGut9fg082ZA6jHRECDmW1Kwdfwt9o157a1IqF37kwyKS6VP8gQ1VFEMZBvQlbe-aJILuXTYXkb_kmMV1lMyh587oJLOchXzLtA5cdDOx936i0uI69rCsEQ/w296-h640/IMG_3604.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, Kya and Ava didn't have to get in the photo, but they did. Happy 10th Anniversary to e2!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pIBQWenPg1reKy8cvO2Mg-DhUHIhTg-DLugck3WqfeZ-EBq_v1qEGNshChtJIhY0-puEQzzEGQGcwoTc0LYXoWTZ3u4HC1vhvzi_Pn_nbkPv6ZIODb8eNvt-Zs-RvtX8pweklHt4EYjVmGrI71d7lxhkeVUFUJVtF3gK7YqiqDllYGAkq3ipAA/s1792/IMG_3600.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-pIBQWenPg1reKy8cvO2Mg-DhUHIhTg-DLugck3WqfeZ-EBq_v1qEGNshChtJIhY0-puEQzzEGQGcwoTc0LYXoWTZ3u4HC1vhvzi_Pn_nbkPv6ZIODb8eNvt-Zs-RvtX8pweklHt4EYjVmGrI71d7lxhkeVUFUJVtF3gK7YqiqDllYGAkq3ipAA/w296-h640/IMG_3600.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy is proud of Abishai. We didn't anticipate this happening this week. I'm glad we didn't. It was a great surprise and had really motivated Abishai to keep going!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6i_E39hK3WXI9U2HS77T7a7hsvY0tfHa0TvC0Kqo8JwIxoPKpWKwcZJDX6w8Mc_NT_uLiHiqksL0CPpM_JLpLbzZ7TAiHIUF6eNKcsaKM6snMN9NjU9AIIA2-Bbqp5nI-rrY7BC8W9VZoR6RNwBG2RJJpZMgVtFCt2wFTfn3Bg6TPuasmhJHBA/s719/285409787_3255133528079207_516692124971338732_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW6i_E39hK3WXI9U2HS77T7a7hsvY0tfHa0TvC0Kqo8JwIxoPKpWKwcZJDX6w8Mc_NT_uLiHiqksL0CPpM_JLpLbzZ7TAiHIUF6eNKcsaKM6snMN9NjU9AIIA2-Bbqp5nI-rrY7BC8W9VZoR6RNwBG2RJJpZMgVtFCt2wFTfn3Bg6TPuasmhJHBA/w468-h640/285409787_3255133528079207_516692124971338732_n.jpg" width="468" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Goodness me. It doesn't matter which decade the photo is from, the Queen has always been gorgeous.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> Friday</p><p>- Park Day has been moved to the mornings. We got to go to our old park near the condo on 16th and Franklin Rds. It was just the 4 of us moms again, but that's ok. We had a great conversation about some of the same things, but it was good to stay updated and help each other along a little bit further with our kids. We don't talk about Scripture, but our Christian perspective and having the same set of values and goals for our kids really set us up to have godly, constructive conversation. We don't gossip to be mean, but we do share things as a warning if someone might be going into a situation that might be concerning. It's a great huddle of friends. We even brought our chairs closer together into a huddle.</p><p>- There were a couple of other big groups there, but that didn't bother us too much. The kids played on the playground, then the played a game at a picnic table under the trees, then looked for balls in the tennis courts, and then ended up back at the playground in the shade of it, sitting and talking. Kya and Justin do tend to disappear, so Kellie and I need to be hypervigilant in keeping an eye on them. We are also concerned that they are pairing off and not socializing as a group like they need to in order to practice those social skills. So, we'll be working on that. Abishai did wear his swimsuit and played in the splashpad a bit. I guess the older kids are too old to get wet in a splash pad. It was pretty warm but not hot enough for them to get wet I guess. I did make sure Abishai and I wore plenty of sunscreen though.</p><p>- And then it was home for some quiet time before going to some homeschoolers combined open house! Yes, homeschoolers! Yeah! Two kids we've known for pretty much their whole life. Well, one I have known since he was conceived, and whom I visited his mom in the hospital when she went into very early labor, and the story about him coming home from the hospital, etc. And the other one I've known since pretty much he was an infant. He was my piano student once and had his own way of doing things and still does. He's very different than his very traditional firstborn older brother but he's funny, unique, kind and full of energy. I'm looking forward to seeing some friends tonight and praying that nothing triggers me.</p><p>- I'm having a very rough patch emotionally and mentally and everything seems to be triggering me. I don't want to sleep and I want to consume everything on the screen that doesn't have to do with my life. I hate being in a mid life crisis, but that's what it is. I don't know how long this will last. I'm begging and pleading with God to change my heart. But I'm wrestling, still, or in different ways. I hope that I will be much different in the coming months and years. But for now, I'm struggling. I feel like I've lost hope and peace and contentment. I feel burdened by a lot of things that are out of my control. I don't want to increase the medications I'm on. I don't think going to a new personal counselor would help because it would just stress me out to take that time away from family and use up more of our HSA funds. I don't know what to do. So if you're reading this, just pray. I know everyone goes through a time where they are lost. And this is a separate time of lost than what I was going through after coming back from Canada. This is the midlife thing. Not necessarily finding my purpose or who I am, but why I am where I am in life and not where I wanted to be by now. What happened to my goals and dreams and why have I not achieved them? How do I achieve them or find ways to redirect them to make them attainable with what I've been given? What compromises will I be ok with and can move forward with? So many questions and I don't have any answers. And if I stop too long to try and figure them out, life will move on without me. I'm trying not to work too hard on summer projects this year, but there are some I'd like to get to. We'll see. I just need to sleep. Purposefully staying up until 2 or 3 am when your kid gets up by 7am is wrong. Dead wrong. I'm sabotaging myself, maybe in a way medicating myself so that my brain is foggy on purpose so I can't think clearly and can't get upset and can't get triggered. There's something like that going on. But then my eyes hurt and I'm afraid to drive because I'm so sleepy. It's not safe. Lord, Jesus, help me. Please. My family needs me.<br /></p><p> <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOlAMI_HaJbfIEiMUirSV5NpbDLcwJa4_pZrNg2mFh0YX6IWckWepCE7z2VkvxYyALe-POjxSNYQuOwnDYbhBmiAL_CbgRfADPPCcHL4oG2f2VOP3I8krtRcWZcY9JqQjs2W6XVguUV7pG4EZfusVTf_jC9RZBni6lNVjRLIbetddYqf4heLjBQ/s4032/67596825064__E5BF3194-1638-47D2-9B39-A97C10715FEC.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOlAMI_HaJbfIEiMUirSV5NpbDLcwJa4_pZrNg2mFh0YX6IWckWepCE7z2VkvxYyALe-POjxSNYQuOwnDYbhBmiAL_CbgRfADPPCcHL4oG2f2VOP3I8krtRcWZcY9JqQjs2W6XVguUV7pG4EZfusVTf_jC9RZBni6lNVjRLIbetddYqf4heLjBQ/w480-h640/67596825064__E5BF3194-1638-47D2-9B39-A97C10715FEC.JPEG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah sent me this photo of him at his video game event in Dallas. He spent extra money to have these great seats to watch some of his favorite teams play his favorite game, Counterstrike Go, or CS Go for short, head to head, in person. Five players per team. They play the game with their own screen in front of them, and then the big screen will show the whole game play and/or other views of the players themselves. I've seen YouTube videos of events like this. This is eSports. It's a legitimate sport with tournaments like this, brackets, and they win real money. They also have sponsors, too. You might say it's silly, but I say watching grown men ramming into each other giving each other concussions over a little ball for millions of dollars is also silly. These players actually do have to workout and be physically fit because they sit there for hours sometimes and their heartrates go up. They have to have steady hands and arms. It's really legit. But my boy is in his element and he choose to share this me, which I think is very special. I'm super happy for him. And I'm proud that he has earned all the money to go to this with his friend. Grandpa helped him with his plane ticket (yeah for airline points!), but that's it. Benaiah is paying for everything else, hotel, food, tournament entrance, souvenirs, the whole works! And it's NOT cheap! Like he's not staying in the cheapest hotel or anything and he said he was going to at least one fancy restaurant for breakfast and dinner. Otherwise they were going to go to the grocery story for pop tarts for breakfast, too. He's so wicked smart, frugal, and hard working. Again, I'm so proud of him for taking some of his vacation time and doing this for himself. He's super independent. I don't have to worry one bit about this boy/man. He did text me when he landed in Austin. But I didn't know exactly when he left or anything and I didn't need to. Sigh. I'm one happy, proud mom.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOlOTnDjYysYuiXerd6asM7RKs_bzdFcXLRIIlkTpS5pL_j3JcCHVkyVdX8weRmgFm1juUH_Izz0IM-b1NsPdwqKQf_pYuxGn_KXEOA8DTNHlK5O7P0AEenV8nYOk4m-yTFqgLtc3qFUQFuiO5IDPteKXDWxdsMvHkgzWlj9SfhhqKfc8b2IOww/s4032/IMG_3628.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiOlOTnDjYysYuiXerd6asM7RKs_bzdFcXLRIIlkTpS5pL_j3JcCHVkyVdX8weRmgFm1juUH_Izz0IM-b1NsPdwqKQf_pYuxGn_KXEOA8DTNHlK5O7P0AEenV8nYOk4m-yTFqgLtc3qFUQFuiO5IDPteKXDWxdsMvHkgzWlj9SfhhqKfc8b2IOww/s320/IMG_3628.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is very ready for the splash pad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuakpbPXO0qmAGXGVCvKbbBbBk-ergQzMR4ckLiiYeBZSGiC5pwXjc3FC6PI-cYr0ILjmlNvbCwW-4k5cLjjRB0dtGK2mlBgfGkQJYB2pGvwEGTNwB0K2cJIPl9BZkODddmr5SMao65bTLbFZT5S-uPwTTIG-K4942blJO4WTF80PxO-b9j0qsQ/s4032/IMG_3629.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuakpbPXO0qmAGXGVCvKbbBbBk-ergQzMR4ckLiiYeBZSGiC5pwXjc3FC6PI-cYr0ILjmlNvbCwW-4k5cLjjRB0dtGK2mlBgfGkQJYB2pGvwEGTNwB0K2cJIPl9BZkODddmr5SMao65bTLbFZT5S-uPwTTIG-K4942blJO4WTF80PxO-b9j0qsQ/w480-h640/IMG_3629.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So big! Been playing on this one since he was 18 months old!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyHqJGa8TWJ2dX5lPRLdwckdYdqzQpDsEs9S9N_8jaq-h2-p1Kr__YERb2d8mzo1uFiphHdXiZY_leSq2QhO2OlWrGz2WEoDFAvJjcqO8NMhXy97Iq585QScuCKo6Jt19cm0LoZPLieH07eXKzBpWkRFDRT9gC5TNwUNsO_N4vDOjwzjUbvQ3sQ/s4032/IMG_3630.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyHqJGa8TWJ2dX5lPRLdwckdYdqzQpDsEs9S9N_8jaq-h2-p1Kr__YERb2d8mzo1uFiphHdXiZY_leSq2QhO2OlWrGz2WEoDFAvJjcqO8NMhXy97Iq585QScuCKo6Jt19cm0LoZPLieH07eXKzBpWkRFDRT9gC5TNwUNsO_N4vDOjwzjUbvQ3sQ/w480-h640/IMG_3630.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teens escaped the heat to sit under the trees to play Uno.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPUEos8i810uIr3Op3nHT4r42TGEj1ieY6MySPPZgMMxbSd9R9IzDBHsrPxXzh7EtCwIq5jyX4JcW2scLVwsGmDUWjz5Wcy2JwTrptOshYuJH7xrP2IH66YDa3o1lzhNJPB4TJU17cgz-SmvlArHCuz8GTbK1-eXkDY4d2704lsJmfZkFXksyAg/s4032/IMG_3631.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPUEos8i810uIr3Op3nHT4r42TGEj1ieY6MySPPZgMMxbSd9R9IzDBHsrPxXzh7EtCwIq5jyX4JcW2scLVwsGmDUWjz5Wcy2JwTrptOshYuJH7xrP2IH66YDa3o1lzhNJPB4TJU17cgz-SmvlArHCuz8GTbK1-eXkDY4d2704lsJmfZkFXksyAg/w640-h480/IMG_3631.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone brought rackets but no ball but they tried looking for one. Whoops! I'll throw one of our tennis balls in our trunk for next time. You can always bounce a tennis ball between two people even without a court or racket. I had a basketball and the boys' skateboards but they didn't take them out of the trunk.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsXRjNRp_9pMNSmPOfNj0IIAKjSCZ0rqXZI2Sms_2KMD2XNG-Jbutea4vMU9ONLyOQvHAeJnfNyXLqQB02k0UQUaUtrh_yGgsvPhZLH36mlDU6xykKlaqonJ97ni_5e-_BRBEu_MQK3lEklvxrEgxv3YydpOjZkIdBq-aKI6gBJOfkijItSlBAg/s4032/IMG_3632.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrsXRjNRp_9pMNSmPOfNj0IIAKjSCZ0rqXZI2Sms_2KMD2XNG-Jbutea4vMU9ONLyOQvHAeJnfNyXLqQB02k0UQUaUtrh_yGgsvPhZLH36mlDU6xykKlaqonJ97ni_5e-_BRBEu_MQK3lEklvxrEgxv3YydpOjZkIdBq-aKI6gBJOfkijItSlBAg/w640-h480/IMG_3632.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If I had time I would go digging up the photos of my crew on this from 6 years ago. Justin was 10 1/2 back then. This is the Jack Greene park on 16th and Franklin Rd. right next to the condos we lived in the first year we came back from Canada. The park hasn't changed one bit. But it's still a clean, well kept park with a nice splash pad and easy access playground for those with disabilities. Kind of in the ghetto area, but kind of not, so I feel safe enough. I just worry about little ones running onto the busy roads. I wish it had fences along the road. I don't understand why they don't do that. Money perhaps. It's run by Indy Parks. I can't believe Abishai was only 18 months when we moved here. Crazy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5GaIBKSL7wa6p4flwGbqKly5VfxLRdGgrPWcISngafhAxmrXkMI-oIwA1jT7SnJqjy2FqikdfDG-IZqZnoNXsWXhOuOTh5LhjG-rIREKqskwuWTjKCx6O6NIU2PX-KuCy0V0sebMo2_PXhyHKyfo_axaJjdp9VRZOWqZclsvrM-AG_ysDyTDCw/s4032/IMG_3639.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS5GaIBKSL7wa6p4flwGbqKly5VfxLRdGgrPWcISngafhAxmrXkMI-oIwA1jT7SnJqjy2FqikdfDG-IZqZnoNXsWXhOuOTh5LhjG-rIREKqskwuWTjKCx6O6NIU2PX-KuCy0V0sebMo2_PXhyHKyfo_axaJjdp9VRZOWqZclsvrM-AG_ysDyTDCw/s320/IMG_3639.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Handsome boy enjoying the cool, soft grass.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwxZewLYE2fZldRbMQxLl0ywnvSPbHqJJgldoE6IRW4s9e7esdvEaVDq6Ma4auGy1bfzh1sd1zDyU5BVfH5LRU6vJ1fT23m5vMt6LANLcFGKLN4Rj1PQytIQbv3exIlXtoJeNu5Mrgukn-siXud14Ep_WmuEfyez5IRpvnY9m1C8xq5ifH83Pkg/s1080/IMG_3642.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihwxZewLYE2fZldRbMQxLl0ywnvSPbHqJJgldoE6IRW4s9e7esdvEaVDq6Ma4auGy1bfzh1sd1zDyU5BVfH5LRU6vJ1fT23m5vMt6LANLcFGKLN4Rj1PQytIQbv3exIlXtoJeNu5Mrgukn-siXud14Ep_WmuEfyez5IRpvnY9m1C8xq5ifH83Pkg/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's the season of congratulations! Woot! Woot! MWS won in the book category!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhow8FK3QL8RYMOWYDnBWWbsiTx48mmcGx_rAZD2nf6svTiulz_k5MIQHEksfoWVq5RlE9Ue6EWjOQtb-wAjJMVpCZyO8MqeZn-N-NVAjw6hXSaANepPDUG4XpU3QShycJl6XVhCYL94HyB8qGupMR1kTh4dKua0CBIVCwrXE6Q-MJfUU5YTIwWoA/s1792/IMG_3643.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhow8FK3QL8RYMOWYDnBWWbsiTx48mmcGx_rAZD2nf6svTiulz_k5MIQHEksfoWVq5RlE9Ue6EWjOQtb-wAjJMVpCZyO8MqeZn-N-NVAjw6hXSaANepPDUG4XpU3QShycJl6XVhCYL94HyB8qGupMR1kTh4dKua0CBIVCwrXE6Q-MJfUU5YTIwWoA/w296-h640/IMG_3643.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loads of friends and even family graduating! Here is cousin Zach!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEHA62JwYQy-U3spWRArmY2D5cAEPKUGBFlINjtzAht1riBkefWLKf2WAEtHAIJO5XW830L2Grd0CuoZ4-iUvSUivh0z8EtxZj5gahQjP6--6wGni8HA5m6lNbVE-yH5Ces9Xb0sY6M0Pv4I-d-Lrawj04M00oKniTJkiMl7k256QUqaMAdzgzw/s1440/IMG_3644.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGEHA62JwYQy-U3spWRArmY2D5cAEPKUGBFlINjtzAht1riBkefWLKf2WAEtHAIJO5XW830L2Grd0CuoZ4-iUvSUivh0z8EtxZj5gahQjP6--6wGni8HA5m6lNbVE-yH5Ces9Xb0sY6M0Pv4I-d-Lrawj04M00oKniTJkiMl7k256QUqaMAdzgzw/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here are the two guys for whom we went to an open house at church last night, Will Caldwell and Josh Foster. I nearly didn't recognize Josh, he's changed so much. I don't think I follow his social media. But I see Will on there all the time. Next year it will be Justin's turn! The open house went ok. Justin developed a headache so I brought him home after about an hour and Jared stayed longer with the other two kids. There were a lot of our friends there, so plenty of people to talk to. Normally you don't stay for the whole time at an open house. There was plenty of food, too, like hamburgers and hot dogs and chips, and cookies. Yum!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - Happy 20th Birthday, Benaiah!<br /></p><p>- Normal Saturday stuff. I tried to sleep in a little bit because I really didn't feel great. I did go to bed earlier than I had been because my eyes just hurt and my stomach was completely off. It's been an anxiety producing week for some reason and staying up way later than usual because of it made it way worse. I had a really late breakfast and tried to eat too fast and nearly threw up because of it. Never underestimate the mind/body connection. Even when I was cleaning the garage, I felt pretty ill afterwards. I hadn't eaten anything beforehand besides the two pieces of toast, but I had had my 2nd dose of medication and my body reacted badly to all of that medication at once with so few calories. It took me awhile to recover this afternoon. Even now, I'm having stomach issues. We've been eating leftovers and this and that, so my diet has been inconsistent. Stress is so hard on the body. That's why I jumped on here at 7pm so I could get today's entry done as quickly as possible. Maybe I can get another computer project started, or watch a show early, or maybe get off to talk to Jared, if he'll let me, and go to bed really, really early. Or fall asleep listening to a video or podcast. We'll see.</p><p>- Keturah and Justin worked for Grandpa this morning. Then had screen time this morning. Keturah had to wait for me to try to dump the cardboard out of my car before she could try to vacuum it. She was a good girl and tried to get it done earlier today as soon as she got back, but I had forgotten and was halfway through my project, so kudos for her. That's why I let her on her phone before the vacuuming was done. Abishai followed Jared around as normal. Jared worked on sanding and repainting the J again. He did make his usual trip to Home Depot and I think I wrote down somewhere that I needed something from there, but then totally forgot what it was so I couldn't tell him. Sigh. Ok, I just looked at my entries above, it was for bug spray for the rose bush. Drat. I'll have to remember to go soon for it. Sigh. Or when I pick up Justin from work, I'll ask them and see if they have anything that would help. I'll write it down in my phone now so I remember.</p><p>- Meanwhile, it's Benaiah's 20th birthday! He got to go have his big BBQ meal that he wanted and it looked divine! I'm sure he's having a grand time watching the tournament and cheering on his favorite players. Well, they don't shout at them or anything because that would be distracting, but at least they get to watching them live and in person. I can't wait to hear all his stories. I bet there will be many with Chase (his friend) on the case (a little Paw Patrol reference there, lol)! Again, I'm so proud of him for taking this trip, all on his own dime, after paying all his bills and savings so much for college, and staying up to date with tithe, and getting a 3.4 gpa on his first semester of college with a full load of classes and working full time while maintaining an incredible work/church/social life balance. This kid/man/young adult is amazing! I wish I could be more like him! I played a part in his upbringing, and so did many people, but he and God continue the journey in some really amazing ways. I can't take any credit for that. I just sit back, stare, and wonder at the miracle I see before me. And watching him grow will always remind me, that the parts I played didn't ruin him and that whatever parts I play in the other three kids lives won't ruin them and everything will turn out just fine no matter what I do or what the children do. I'm so proud of him. I can't say that enough. I'm proud that he's taken the time to get away and spend money on a video game tournament. He deserves every single minute and dollar spent there. It's not frivolous and it's not wasted. I'm jealous. At age 20, I was pregnant with him and we were poor. He has chosen a wiser path. His turn will come to have a college degree (hopefully) and a family. But now is the time to go on these adventures. Make memories. Enjoy himself. He's amazing. And he's with one of his best buddies, secure that his relationships back here are stable and healthy and will be here when he gets back. Ah, it's so amazing! 3 1/2 yrs of dating Ava. What teen/young adult can say that?! I'm so proud of him/them and how they've conducted themselves! And now they go to a small group together with other single and coupled up young adults. They are soooo set up in their lives right now to live a healthy, spiritual and mental lives. This mama bear is so happy for them and content to watch from a distance, although she wishes she could be more involved and hopefully someday they'll let her be. I'm so grateful I don't have to be more involved. I don't have to worry. I can sit back, relax, smile and let it be. Most mamas can't say that. Especially the ones who have kids in prison for shooting up schools and shopping malls and even graduation parties just minutes from our house in the last two weeks. Or who have become young grandma's because of improper relationships resulting in out of wedlock grand babies. Well, today, I count my blessings that my little 6lb, 5oz itty bitty boy can now pay for his own $30 platter of BBQ goodness that takes up more space than he did when he was born 20 years ago. He budgeted for this meal all on his own weeks in advance. Again, I'm so proud of him. He's my firstborn. And he's 20! Two decades old! A score old! Ah!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBcXTbIlGaMQnh1Eaw-O1HZw4pWCe-FgpwQPnJ1v5EWbusoJfIHwOSE1t7Wngh0U_7XWXUqVy6uG18R4wY4RjH-Po02jTsBg5kd68S0lgg93ZXRifypYYXBcnINvUjEogF333lYaoF8L0koqBrXAW5GhZRgTofjeuoH-3eSrB6S_JMP-YhqNmxQ/s4032/IMG_3690.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGBcXTbIlGaMQnh1Eaw-O1HZw4pWCe-FgpwQPnJ1v5EWbusoJfIHwOSE1t7Wngh0U_7XWXUqVy6uG18R4wY4RjH-Po02jTsBg5kd68S0lgg93ZXRifypYYXBcnINvUjEogF333lYaoF8L0koqBrXAW5GhZRgTofjeuoH-3eSrB6S_JMP-YhqNmxQ/w480-h640/IMG_3690.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of our absolute favorite photos of all time and one of Jared's first unique builds. I think Benaiah was 6 months old here I think. If so, Gary was 46 yrs old. It was the "tanning bed" years. Oh goodness me. Jared just turned 43. Oh me oh my. We are "this close" to potential grandparent hood ourselves, although Benaiah keeps telling us to stop thinking that way. Sorry, I can't help it. Some grandparents become grandparents because of teen pregnancies so, you know, it happens. ANYWAY, we made Gary and Leah YOUNG grandparents. REALLY young. Reality keeps hitting me in the face more and more each day. Yikes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TEDfoTM-BHSZODBMVEnBITmPiyrhcsRfh6cRAfwssFRMiVUpnaJipPJN_j4PLffU9P_n3xyG5uTvdQ-Vjgt0-Ng0Cr5KubwVJrul9QYq8Hln9tNT6__CouCsqtVFFhoqqR8oc7Gv1rSd_Lo5pUOFjebCyHTPFA9nX2P4YSJziRBAe-7-KS6LAQ/s4032/67607237126__5E8532C5-C57D-46F7-A486-9D46D7BF881E.fullsizerender.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2TEDfoTM-BHSZODBMVEnBITmPiyrhcsRfh6cRAfwssFRMiVUpnaJipPJN_j4PLffU9P_n3xyG5uTvdQ-Vjgt0-Ng0Cr5KubwVJrul9QYq8Hln9tNT6__CouCsqtVFFhoqqR8oc7Gv1rSd_Lo5pUOFjebCyHTPFA9nX2P4YSJziRBAe-7-KS6LAQ/s320/67607237126__5E8532C5-C57D-46F7-A486-9D46D7BF881E.fullsizerender.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah's having a grand time in Dallas! This is his birthday
lunch/dinner! Huge BBQ platter! He said he couldn't eat it all so he has
a nice breakfast to look forward to! Or late night snack ;-)</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vbCvuHeuJE5ma-Ii-tYlnqbnGtwd_rakshb94ESNKnoDdeRScEiVR6UgEr9t-9nbsJUT7PzGb3SRJHCVC_xzfDlKCGhlwTYwHYzkyX0cQiiexVmDAzZtsVHRq-3OGJMi3dsSleuc6iGQSY271BdmNxbXLdarsIbO69HDNiD2-aNtBkhj8jOJ1g/s1792/IMG_3655.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vbCvuHeuJE5ma-Ii-tYlnqbnGtwd_rakshb94ESNKnoDdeRScEiVR6UgEr9t-9nbsJUT7PzGb3SRJHCVC_xzfDlKCGhlwTYwHYzkyX0cQiiexVmDAzZtsVHRq-3OGJMi3dsSleuc6iGQSY271BdmNxbXLdarsIbO69HDNiD2-aNtBkhj8jOJ1g/w296-h640/IMG_3655.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwMOoY-qberEpSPGIjb8vMZQ5zNzX15Za3nH20CXO79GxNL_bTrq9WSbiFcr7g17WhvfFkhA369X1SP69TpoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfczYpNcbdWoi6Pl5DoLmYYK3Ml8Fc27NZ8uPSazh2GcaDpNVvjAG13TZNO8GrR7RxdbmDjZ4Lmse_uQNwvHKFWmSQEpDBD_SQ84h06XFl17or-Jor_XSe5fbujcLTJKe4tZwavEKdSdlLlh-xCWJp2VM8zjKMHgrFx5Gddyu7n6X4e_NnPUTkg/s4032/IMG_3645.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfczYpNcbdWoi6Pl5DoLmYYK3Ml8Fc27NZ8uPSazh2GcaDpNVvjAG13TZNO8GrR7RxdbmDjZ4Lmse_uQNwvHKFWmSQEpDBD_SQ84h06XFl17or-Jor_XSe5fbujcLTJKe4tZwavEKdSdlLlh-xCWJp2VM8zjKMHgrFx5Gddyu7n6X4e_NnPUTkg/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was in a sour mood when I woke up, which is a perfect mood for getting something done once I get into a project. Punch this and move that. This was already planned though. I just needed to hit go. I knew what I was getting rid of. This was the spring garage clean out project. Two boxes this size of "in case of" cardboard and packing materials. Two small boxes of giveaway junk. Rearrange bikes and tools back to their rightful places, which meant that the walkway between the washer machine and the kitchen cabinets became twice as wide. I also moved the birthday boxes that lost their home when the Justin insisted he wanted to keep the pinball machine went on their spot on the wooden shelves. The birthday boxes went in the space where one of the big cardboard boxes were, which was perfect for not letting Jared put his junk there and ruining the coffee table that is there that I'm keeping just because I like it and I'm saving it. SO, all told, I did what I came to do. I threw away stuff and I had more than car full of cardboard that actually had to go into the truck bed because the bins at Kroger were full. Keturah had to vacuum the car finally, too. So, I fulfilled my goal. Done. I felt very ill aftewards, but it's done.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnbPSQ6A1BcANZJMhImaI9o-s63-h6wrnCbdRhbN-seXDQVsd20AGiOeTaKXyJcY7Qdlexn1w9fnVOeSMHUSp9tBpet-vI9nNwlJbmif8xcVfEas4QuxJHhz7Sbx3zW257942Ifo_IlK8bGDEpu8KJ6E-Pm2_irZ7ZOy2aL5RsVIAwGqjutsUuA/s4032/IMG_3646.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnbPSQ6A1BcANZJMhImaI9o-s63-h6wrnCbdRhbN-seXDQVsd20AGiOeTaKXyJcY7Qdlexn1w9fnVOeSMHUSp9tBpet-vI9nNwlJbmif8xcVfEas4QuxJHhz7Sbx3zW257942Ifo_IlK8bGDEpu8KJ6E-Pm2_irZ7ZOy2aL5RsVIAwGqjutsUuA/s320/IMG_3646.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQS8SRAHkqtkIpCwDaVKoW6-7g7A0qpyOASj_woKXZn1g88L16rkLvwpeAFtIY1BtN9RVqjfhn4Z6XL_MpdIFLM1LbojGfPrzhhZE9I4ml59sYRfq687o2hmigiXUBAuWiC7NN7ABZY1beHVgUc9equ8cjA65cOKwYotQDIPg1kOMNwf0brn0Xzg/s4032/IMG_3647.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQS8SRAHkqtkIpCwDaVKoW6-7g7A0qpyOASj_woKXZn1g88L16rkLvwpeAFtIY1BtN9RVqjfhn4Z6XL_MpdIFLM1LbojGfPrzhhZE9I4ml59sYRfq687o2hmigiXUBAuWiC7NN7ABZY1beHVgUc9equ8cjA65cOKwYotQDIPg1kOMNwf0brn0Xzg/s320/IMG_3647.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proof I throw away things. I filled the trash can with packing materials I can't recycle.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPid_jKKLxQwuIISrqVcLYtmznlDLERfXGu4VwStJEXtRKtQyN6QPEGAtjI2ezzMKqJ74WY_Nnv5daZmT5r9YABoBd4Y1JsBVI07_rRmPe26QvjkG-4E3KBobdL3G4U3myf2OeP-ASXkDw2GCkKqpOKG9gHV4xlB9BHRX4Luypvn1NCwWsgELXw/s4032/IMG_3658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuPid_jKKLxQwuIISrqVcLYtmznlDLERfXGu4VwStJEXtRKtQyN6QPEGAtjI2ezzMKqJ74WY_Nnv5daZmT5r9YABoBd4Y1JsBVI07_rRmPe26QvjkG-4E3KBobdL3G4U3myf2OeP-ASXkDw2GCkKqpOKG9gHV4xlB9BHRX4Luypvn1NCwWsgELXw/s320/IMG_3658.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made a single wide path a double wide path! Woot! Woot! Both the cabinets and the desk credenza for my desk in the sunroom actually work great to make "lanes" to keep the garage organized. I might get rid of the cabinets because I don't know if we'll ever get that project. But I was able to condense enough down today to get things back to where my stuff was out of the way of Jared's stuff, so that decision can wait a bit.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SD4mJ3uTxk3jiTLK1TGQUoMmpaldt77U7g5UxjA3CfZXTEgDVICLKUQnk0t8HpUx7ZFjlYAo-u_cfkpdeKq8brZVaM9HbBohMOQQmHRIw0UL4tFbOt-1hNMEgeIgjFSN9gPpvONPutjI5lfE0pm-tbX0JYjyWjg3n5WEwzbwW6GIhSjS4Uz6Qg/s4032/IMG_3659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1SD4mJ3uTxk3jiTLK1TGQUoMmpaldt77U7g5UxjA3CfZXTEgDVICLKUQnk0t8HpUx7ZFjlYAo-u_cfkpdeKq8brZVaM9HbBohMOQQmHRIw0UL4tFbOt-1hNMEgeIgjFSN9gPpvONPutjI5lfE0pm-tbX0JYjyWjg3n5WEwzbwW6GIhSjS4Uz6Qg/s320/IMG_3659.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One huge box of cardboard boxes and packing materials was in here, plus the giveaway boxes so I got rid of those, plus the plastic blow up punching bag that always leaked (we can always get a new one, it was like $5). I moved the trikes towards the middle so Abishai can't access them easily. That way he has to focus on his two wheeler which still has the training wheels on it. The wheel barrow now has easy aceess at the front, along with the fertilizer spreader and the garbage can with the tools is in the middle and can be accessed from front or back. There's one box of books but that's Jared's old books from the office that didn't fit from our original move that ended up in the van for too long or something. I'll make him deal with it another day. I should have brought it up closer to the workbench. Again, another day. Oh, I did save two boxes that have handles, but that's it. Justin's motorbike helmet now has a nice spot to sit and Benaiah's keyboard is still there. If he doesn't want it, well, we have it as ours I guess. No harm no foul. Oh and I forgot I still have those dishes my sister wants. Maybe when she gets settled into her new house in Texas I'll get them to her. We'll see.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXHDMDoRSAQoIuKMu-mD5JjqI1C9pSJH8sUBBaaZcOn1IC69V42qzOQS_lTNhuGYYZlm3MZH0NN5HJq5I0x6x2sz08vkf2ZhoeGG_YVFvY2W469rjK7KWk4MMnf6JJ_qsyEA1X0Anfknrj5P1Xvs52xloIsY_wjjRFD2Lt6gUvK2audEtzLjRJw/s4032/IMG_3660.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijXHDMDoRSAQoIuKMu-mD5JjqI1C9pSJH8sUBBaaZcOn1IC69V42qzOQS_lTNhuGYYZlm3MZH0NN5HJq5I0x6x2sz08vkf2ZhoeGG_YVFvY2W469rjK7KWk4MMnf6JJ_qsyEA1X0Anfknrj5P1Xvs52xloIsY_wjjRFD2Lt6gUvK2audEtzLjRJw/s320/IMG_3660.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The other cardboard box sat here with packing materials. Well, instead of leaving this space empty with the potential of Jared using this space and filling it with junk that would scratch up the table, I said, aha! Perfect! I will put the party supplies there that I really should have better access to anyways than at the front of the garage. They got displaced by Justin's pinball machine and had been sitting opposite of the washing machine. Yeah for a little rearranging and they are now safe and sound, up out of any potential water damage and easy to access! Wahoo!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghNrxRFGm063rgSpQy5gq1vejFpC1pwrC3QdT4BCtkhIhsAMphsVVn4hn32rkdvgcy4NKf7FxtFV4AFdWL8KTTyB_4r27w5oViUEojPjsSoeL14s1JQU0t07vP-RL7tHxbq41S_e7TuRWUADTABPbKHkLlxs_pQs4hr6AKRnzjCEQdSM8wAepXQ/s272/IMG_3649.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="272" data-original-width="198" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgghNrxRFGm063rgSpQy5gq1vejFpC1pwrC3QdT4BCtkhIhsAMphsVVn4hn32rkdvgcy4NKf7FxtFV4AFdWL8KTTyB_4r27w5oViUEojPjsSoeL14s1JQU0t07vP-RL7tHxbq41S_e7TuRWUADTABPbKHkLlxs_pQs4hr6AKRnzjCEQdSM8wAepXQ/s1600/IMG_3649.JPG" width="198" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great for people on motorcycles, but I thought of Kya since she's always asking her mom what's the plan for the day. She doesn't ask for food though. So maybe this would be more appropriate for Keturah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahrir-K4VBP_jnVlp_td4fk8PJsuW0gZxQ2LcmbTG3_3ce2iG9wGm8sGOp9aOU_3H5ZsJsxIbV4wGq7YEyQZzWCke2yAgAxNe9Y_tJFJkaCtGAdna7XGwS_6lknPQK1GFFBbyx7zNoPmWWdhDUTowzrKd9UwHOsfPJ4IX5OUFWC1GpdRznmMd-A/s948/IMG_3651.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="948" height="287" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahrir-K4VBP_jnVlp_td4fk8PJsuW0gZxQ2LcmbTG3_3ce2iG9wGm8sGOp9aOU_3H5ZsJsxIbV4wGq7YEyQZzWCke2yAgAxNe9Y_tJFJkaCtGAdna7XGwS_6lknPQK1GFFBbyx7zNoPmWWdhDUTowzrKd9UwHOsfPJ4IX5OUFWC1GpdRznmMd-A/s320/IMG_3651.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I've got two kids that have a lot of my traits. Well, maybe a third one that has a few of my traits. Can you guess which ones? Justin has many of my ADHD type traits. Keturah has many of my female traits like nurturing, organizing, moodiness, stubbornness, and Benaiah has my firstborn traits, studious, on top of things, also stubborn. These are all positive, but I can't think of the negatives at the moment. Abishai, well, I'm not sure where he comes from. Not from me. Not from Jared. He's cut from a whole different cloth.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DNsH_RSlusK5aKaC_lCP4OxKuCqrIN8vfCeHpb8NePKVNfJ1ErxqKtkoabjVJP1GPMi6ndNy4-v5ktvH9Ns7VqPXfcOyll__t1sZ9K9SYr__a7lNb2yq7j1kA4tF0vffNTtsupdrrrZciBcN74D8kiLg9jp-tg2ZqQq8y1ltc6S5_988vje3HQ/s4032/IMG_3653.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8DNsH_RSlusK5aKaC_lCP4OxKuCqrIN8vfCeHpb8NePKVNfJ1ErxqKtkoabjVJP1GPMi6ndNy4-v5ktvH9Ns7VqPXfcOyll__t1sZ9K9SYr__a7lNb2yq7j1kA4tF0vffNTtsupdrrrZciBcN74D8kiLg9jp-tg2ZqQq8y1ltc6S5_988vje3HQ/s320/IMG_3653.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, this child. Who at age 7 can still fit his tiny rear into the stroller that I still have sitting around just because you never know if a mom with a little one will visit. Or a kid wants to put their stuffed animal in it. So no, I'm not getting rid of it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGxd-qFBvZJAzTougkLUHeq472UWErq63nX4XBXkolUDRxGerAu22CCCyZKPsIbmIVUF-HaOPkgjinl4fpba2BBvHEClitfgUECvycaGUwoh8-jsSHxi5FyeTAv2sF94qMO5xizJ9uH-8FWXH5onUP4M1wD52EnfohySZj_tqSOqX54Wo9YDJPQ/s4032/IMG_3654.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGxd-qFBvZJAzTougkLUHeq472UWErq63nX4XBXkolUDRxGerAu22CCCyZKPsIbmIVUF-HaOPkgjinl4fpba2BBvHEClitfgUECvycaGUwoh8-jsSHxi5FyeTAv2sF94qMO5xizJ9uH-8FWXH5onUP4M1wD52EnfohySZj_tqSOqX54Wo9YDJPQ/s320/IMG_3654.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See what I mean?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh-mJlF_mAK_G0Z0mC2gFuc9C9jOGQ6QYkHOb_kn7nyFaH8KvCznZzoGMOGs5xFkpTtQeMnvMQKPUnTtIK2VBMuN23-2q7j_3wCe16810aZHpdId4ayFKkPUdcb5XMtSbDkCDDhdpYpMJEpLcGARRL5yvFkC_H0gB402UCwVZxwDePd3gDRfk3g/s4032/IMG_3656.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh-mJlF_mAK_G0Z0mC2gFuc9C9jOGQ6QYkHOb_kn7nyFaH8KvCznZzoGMOGs5xFkpTtQeMnvMQKPUnTtIK2VBMuN23-2q7j_3wCe16810aZHpdId4ayFKkPUdcb5XMtSbDkCDDhdpYpMJEpLcGARRL5yvFkC_H0gB402UCwVZxwDePd3gDRfk3g/w400-h300/IMG_3656.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After spending all that time packing the car full of cardboard, I had to take it all out because the bins at Kroger were full. Grrrr. I'm not driving around with cardboard flying at my head and not being able to see out the back window. Good thing the truck is right there. I just have to try again before Monday afternoon before the rain comes or Jared can take it in the truck.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBqUJAxSmjYGr44t-JVefdPB3waY9YPcoJY14wmJQG9wwRMxgX6jR0a9TbuE0TM9HpZWqbDJerLQBnPAXbM0GRqMzaNNly1v460x-eVJMWye1oSz_qas_w2WRY9N2Hlq5Xz21ceO5DJUfj0JyERH1cLE7EGmIfBsa2og73s9PymHx8ECdxhIp4g/s4032/IMG_3657.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvBqUJAxSmjYGr44t-JVefdPB3waY9YPcoJY14wmJQG9wwRMxgX6jR0a9TbuE0TM9HpZWqbDJerLQBnPAXbM0GRqMzaNNly1v460x-eVJMWye1oSz_qas_w2WRY9N2Hlq5Xz21ceO5DJUfj0JyERH1cLE7EGmIfBsa2og73s9PymHx8ECdxhIp4g/w300-h400/IMG_3657.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We updated the birthday board through September. (Tusk is a stuffed animal, fyi.) We have a busy celebration season in our household in the summer months.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - </p><p>- We did all make it to church. Well, maybe not Benaiah, but, it's the first Sunday he has skipped church in his whole entire life, so, we'll just leave him be. I'm sure Grandpa bugged him about watching it online anyway, lol. I did exchange a couple of texts with him today and he said his teams didn't make the finals but he was able to get the merch he wanted. He told Grandpa that his buddy Chase's work schedule changed so they had to go back to Chase's house earlier than expected and spend the night there. Then Chase will drop him off at a cafe' and Benaiah will get an Uber from there to the airport to come home on Monday. I'm sure he will be ready to come home anyway and crash before work on Tuesday. </p><p>- Speaking of church, the kids at their CIY Move meeting at Indian Creek tonight, so I went on behalf of Justin so he could got to New Pal youth group. I finally had a chance to really look at the deconstruction/construction they are doing on the main entrance. Um, wow. They stripped it down to the cement flooring! I haven't seen the cement flooring for literally 20 years! We moved into the big auditorium exactly 4 weeks after Benaiah was born. Right? I think so. I could potentially messing that date up with the date we moved into our Beech Grove house. Point is, we quickly moved into the auditorium soon after Benaiah was born because he only ever went to the nursery in Nursery A in there, not the one that was behind the chapel. They also changed a lot of decor to stark black and white. And the Indian Creek logo has changed to this black and white round thing with a city scape in the middle. Ok. They aren't in the middle of the city, they are in the suburbs for one. And two, it doesn't go with the name, Indian Creek, at all. But, I just find it completes the transformation. This is truly now, Dan and Dan's team's church. It's no longer the Gary Johnson Era anymore. Leah and Jared are hanging on for dear life, but it's not the same. The new sermon series is intriguing, so we'll see what comes of it. But I'm not interested in knowing the people that make up this new Indian Creek, nor the leadership. That's why I'm gone. There was an annual mtg there today, so lunch at the Grandparents was delayed. Gary was at another church altogether and had to rush back to even be at the annual mtg. They only affirm the budget and affirm the elders as per the requirements of the government, but they explain a bit about the budget and vision as well. I just find it out for Gary to be out preaching somewhere else and then have to rush back to be affirmed as an elder at the church he supposedly is part of. Maybe that will change soon to where he will be home more and more and Mike will be out more and more, but it's just odd. Wouldn't you want to be at your home church the day you are being affirmed again as an elder? Or maybe your term wasn't up? Or? I don't know how it works. Maybe it's just the way he does things back to back and he sees nothing wrong with it. I don't know.</p><p>- New Pal Bible Church was fine. It was a bit lighter on attendance because a bunch of moms and daughters were away on an American Heritage Girl camping trip. The 3rd elder/preacher got to preach today, Daron Day. He's just as capable as the other two. So there's a nice trio of rotating preachers to hear from instead of relying on just one executive minister. And the other two elders were there, too. We aren't done with Daniel so I'm not sure why we needed a buffer sermon, but it was good. Maybe the other pastor was on vacation until yesterday or something. Who knows. But, it's good to have capable men at the helm as elders and teachers at the pulpit. Jared doesn't need to worry so much about doctrine and that this church is part of a "denomination" because it isn't. It really isn't. Not any more than Indian Creek is. And I addressed that with him yesterday during our serious talk. I told him that the Restoration Movement churches think that they are independent but in reality, they only pull people from their own network, their own Christian colleges, they have their own Christian camps and things like CIY, their own magazine and conference, Spire, etc. etc. When was the last time they really worked with other churches across the denominational barrier? The congregational churches I grew up in didn't seem to have any doctrinal differences than the Restoration Movement churches except we had communion once a month. The songs were about the same. The traditions were about the same. I can't remember the sermons themselves since I was mostly in Sunday School, but I know I learned enough to accept Jesus while in the congregational church and go through True Love Waits and get through jr. high with high Christian moral standards and lots of Bible knowledge from a tiny country church. So, it's not the doctrine. It's the people. The people and atmosphere. It's too big. It's not people I hang out with and do live with. But apparently, it's who Jared wants to hang out with because he started going to the Tuesday morning men's group after I told him not to. Not nice. So, we had a good chat yesterday and more chatting today. And we are at a standstill with all of that, again. Heaven help us, quite literally.</p><p>- Lunch with the folks was fine. Leah tried a new casserole with rice noodles and to me it was the perfect comfort food, kind of like American chop suey with vegetables, italian sausage I think, tomatoes, etc. and not spicy. She thought it was too bland. Everyone else thought it was ok. I did feel a little bit queasy when I got home, but to be honest, everything is making me feel sick these days (no, I'm not pregnant, I'm in the middle of my monthly right now), so it doesn't have to do with anything specific. It could have just been the blue cheese dressing.</p><p>- Jumping back to the CIY Move meeting, I have some forms to fill out, but Grandpa did his part and paid it off. Keturah refused to sit with her small group "friends" and it made me continue to wonder if they are really her "friends" at all. And then she continues to say things that send shivers down my spine, so I've written an email to her previous counselor. It's time. I can't handle this any longer. Enough is enough. I'm about to make her go to the other youth group, too. There's no point in going to something where you won't even sit with people you know and you sit with your mother instead. You should be excited to see people you know and be near them at 14 yrs old. Something is terribly wrong. Her leaders didn't come over to say hi either. They had a lemonade stand yesterday for the Benjamin baskets and she didn't get contacted. She has ostracized herself by not speaking up and I don't know if she's done that on purpose or what. And it's been going on way too long. She doesn't care she says. And I don't find her crying or anything either. Something isn't right. I would be crying my heart out and I was. I still am when I'm left out. Which I consider normal behavior and I read about as normal behavior and I've been through therapy that says it's normal. Not wanting a single best friend or human near you? That's not normal. And holing up in your room with your dog all day? It's not normal. She might look stable and ok. But that doens't means it's healthy and normal and she can function in society well. And that's not my goal in raising her. I prefer to be alone, too. It's easier. But it's not healthy. At some point, I want to interact with other humans on some level. I type to people that I know in real life. I go out. I have real conversations beyond hello and I actually enjoy it. I'm not great at it. But I've always desired it from day 1. I had a BFF, who was awkward like me. I wanted to be like the popular youth group girls. I watched and copied them. I still do. And now others copy me. Some days I am seriously depressed and don't want to go out and take care of anybody, but I do, because I have help with meds and counseling and coping methods and Jesus. Keturah's not depressed, but something is broken, something needs fixed and matured properly. Something didn't heal right in her previous healing, despite our best efforts of exposing her to potentially good friendships and leaders and books and the Bible and teaching and prayer. Something is off psychological. So, it's time. And we knew we would have to seek help at some point. I just couldn't guess when and why. But I can't emotionally handle one more thing on my own. Time to call in the troops. That's what we pay them the big bucks for. I just hope she doesn't shut down like last time. Even if it's just me that talks to the counselor and learns how to talk to her or what we can do next, I would be happy. We don't need her to just go in there and play anymore. So, that's on the horizon.</p><p>- As well as getting Socks up to see the vet for a potential x-ray. My curious vet mind wants to know what joints are hurting him so I can massage him properly. I know we aren't going to do surgery, so the vet won't quite understand why I want to spend money on x-rays. So I hope he or she will understand that I'm just a very curious person and this is my little educational experiment and I want to make him as comfortable as possible and stretch and massage his sore points as much as we can for as long as we can. And maybe we'll find some cancer, who knows. I'd rather know it's there and know how long he has, than not, no matter the cost. And change his pain medication or give him a steroid shot or something, too. Bondi Vet's orthopedist would put him under and put plates and screws in him IF he was younger, because, how he's standing is exactly how several of the dogs in the videos have been standing. And when I did stretch him, it seemed to be in his hamstrings and hips more than his knees and shins, on the right side. I didn't get to try his left side yet. But I don't know all the anatomy, so I don't know what lumps are supposed to be there and what isn't supposed to be there. Sigh. Poor boy. He's just struggling more and more with getting up, especially on slippery floors, which is to be expected. Quality of life care is all we are doing. He's still got a little bit of time yet.</p><p>- Time to put Mr. 3 am to bed. He was woken up by some alarm on Justin's phone and I was still awake at that time so he and I slept on the sofas again. He did go back to sleep, thank goodness. He told Grandpa it was because of his ADHD medication, but it wasn't. Grandpa had to ask him to repeat that and then had to be reminded again that yes all 3 of us have it, as I was trying to explain that we are all on different categories of medications for it. Grandpa can remember 62 partner churches and pastor names and elder teams but as his wife said, he can't remember the name of the ladies she goes out to lunch with on Tuesdays that she's done so for years or that Tuesdays are Lifebridge nights so don't schedule anything on that night and he can't remember that 3 of us have ADHD and what it is. Sigh. Selective memory. It can be quite frustrating sometimes. But Mr. Giggle Face Abishai just had massive tired guffaws with Daddy for the last hour. So now he can really fall asleep well. I wasn't up in time to give me his medication before he left and we got back too late to give it to him so we skipped it for today. I didn't want to since we do have an appointment with the doctor on Tuesday but oh well. He doesn't have any side effects on this med which means it doesn't work or we need to up the dose because it is also not helping yet.</p><p>- And finally, I saw Justin's driving time sheet and I'm peeved! He's only got 9 daylight hours and he needed 40 by this Tuesday! I've begged and pleaded for him, and Jared, and promised myself to find the time to get this done on time. But no one has felt the need to prioritize this. I'm always stressed and pressed for time. And I told Jared that driving would be something he and the kids would do together and I told him that when we were dating. And I just thought since the other 3 adults handled Benaiah's stuff, they would handle Justin's stuff. Leah's got tons of time. Why can't Justin ask her? And now gas is super expensive. I've got loads and loads to do at home, not out on the open road in the car. Gary said he would drive with him, but then he's never around. I even commented to Justin and Jared more than a month ago that we needed Justin to be driving at least one hour a day to get these hrs in, but no one took charge to make it happen. Well, I'm done nagging. I'm done driving. If I want to go to the swimming pool with my friends for the day and it's on one of Justin's working day, so be it. I'm not obligated to be home in time to get him home or make sure we plan it on a day that he's off. Because, I could go and he could meet us there IF he could drive or if he could get a ride. But that depends on the driver. I'm done spending the gas and time and having limited time frames in the afternoon. I want my freedom back. He has had plenty of opportunity to ask people to help him get hours in. I'm going to start planning my days around what Keturah's and Abishai's needs are, and if I'm around to take him where he wants or needs to go, great. If I'm not, he can find a ride or walk. If it means he can't see Kya as often, so be it. Abishai needs to see friends his age. I need to deal with Keturah's needs. I need to have my own needs met. And my gas bill is too high. His turn. And Jared needs to be involved with this. End of story. I'm done nagging. BTW, Benaiah did forge his hours. How many of those hours, I have no idea. I didn't calculate the final sheet with him and I trusted him, but probably shouldn't have. I didn't drive much with him. And because of this, I was determined to be more on top of it this time. Well, apparently, I did a horrible job again. So, #notmyproblem anymore. Keturah doesn't want or need to go anywhere so it's not something to think about for her yet. Abishai will be easy because he's the last one and it will only be he and I anyway going everywhere. Sigh. Now, I just need to hold to my ultimatum. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhjo0YRMsdQE17P_UgnpzwDUtvNfYboFz7qnRQI7SvR510q0WAgn75qxVUXSawQpa8SqdIIlTRFSxeK_lIU2Zb4nn173HPxDQ0FeE1s3dF26vWFjgUDe9QFkkmp4SHfM1hIOsSanV84EpqRN_wOYyzU-IUoFLoYkq-3O5v1NuVi6w07PCTtah0w/s3088/IMG_3661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjhjo0YRMsdQE17P_UgnpzwDUtvNfYboFz7qnRQI7SvR510q0WAgn75qxVUXSawQpa8SqdIIlTRFSxeK_lIU2Zb4nn173HPxDQ0FeE1s3dF26vWFjgUDe9QFkkmp4SHfM1hIOsSanV84EpqRN_wOYyzU-IUoFLoYkq-3O5v1NuVi6w07PCTtah0w/s320/IMG_3661.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone was up at 3am and was still up at 4am and grabbed my phone and took some selfies. I didn't realize it until I went to upload these photos and saw that I had more photos than I thought. So I quickly took the phone to him and said, "Ahem, excuse me, what's this? Where you up playing on my phone again?" He just giggled. I told him that I'll just hide my phone under my pillow next time and he said he would still steal it. Goof!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qsj7e2vjkjAAPP8QbHHkEAUtb4R9Jppb9sjLMCirFm8OVdIj1Dz0zYKJ6d4C4s9EYrVGyopuMTgU6GPcZigdtvAo5FEsHJgHbjKiVeKzgSjgHEUWj_0XQW0c8f0ck1QGQ0AbHY0FqK3bZg0pGxbI6XleUzDt-R1QQ1zOXZmJ_CgyDaTkcRfymQ/s4032/IMG_3662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3qsj7e2vjkjAAPP8QbHHkEAUtb4R9Jppb9sjLMCirFm8OVdIj1Dz0zYKJ6d4C4s9EYrVGyopuMTgU6GPcZigdtvAo5FEsHJgHbjKiVeKzgSjgHEUWj_0XQW0c8f0ck1QGQ0AbHY0FqK3bZg0pGxbI6XleUzDt-R1QQ1zOXZmJ_CgyDaTkcRfymQ/s320/IMG_3662.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_r25NYiv-Hq9dlCbt8yNelRLMiE0EyfqD1jEFpGoCmqi9Tjzj55vgpPEgjiAt9f_dwHhhpw2elsM18oZ9Xp0x6ZjjGNrA0vGkIr8btZvDL0sYwc24loOmqenGGDAY8qWL82LBy6R_GF4Hj0gNqN0MO-21L2JzLW2fk54xuW7JA0Nm7aUkP3Ygw/s4032/IMG_3663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU_r25NYiv-Hq9dlCbt8yNelRLMiE0EyfqD1jEFpGoCmqi9Tjzj55vgpPEgjiAt9f_dwHhhpw2elsM18oZ9Xp0x6ZjjGNrA0vGkIr8btZvDL0sYwc24loOmqenGGDAY8qWL82LBy6R_GF4Hj0gNqN0MO-21L2JzLW2fk54xuW7JA0Nm7aUkP3Ygw/s320/IMG_3663.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The perspective of a 7 yr old is the best! I love it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8g0EvP2PSQihsw6I6w8BsvsRVbz7AvZCCfAr9ka6h-47mjwbc6NZCWrIfrm1XMTr-G5CK64YfcjKCwHYz9HZlEzYElgweyRB6QxKn-a7ioX8BRFSJC7njNd39WytcyAKKmCX0bKad8pP5K1Mj3chj6OgHlx9nbfvncomfIOhszjJscgfM1Ft6w/s4032/IMG_3664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx8g0EvP2PSQihsw6I6w8BsvsRVbz7AvZCCfAr9ka6h-47mjwbc6NZCWrIfrm1XMTr-G5CK64YfcjKCwHYz9HZlEzYElgweyRB6QxKn-a7ioX8BRFSJC7njNd39WytcyAKKmCX0bKad8pP5K1Mj3chj6OgHlx9nbfvncomfIOhszjJscgfM1Ft6w/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDKCn_e1BRfQqKD0fLV52fq3h22z1eWE22HQYTJ01KZiMuquNucO3LsTAQSLosg-dCn72hro8fJtyPAw3aTCvxbUO_iEoldw58RSlb0vK83Wz2xfvPVPX4zOji9ilHUMkQrkzA0AGRbnH9zalIEdv-_JY2c8bD0ewqrAOaozCqWy3-evjno-85g/s4032/IMG_3665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPDKCn_e1BRfQqKD0fLV52fq3h22z1eWE22HQYTJ01KZiMuquNucO3LsTAQSLosg-dCn72hro8fJtyPAw3aTCvxbUO_iEoldw58RSlb0vK83Wz2xfvPVPX4zOji9ilHUMkQrkzA0AGRbnH9zalIEdv-_JY2c8bD0ewqrAOaozCqWy3-evjno-85g/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_8bVTGZ3tXLX3DMj_qya_lZeI-SH4aokPxEqYefoj2KR5RLCDRTQoXEwQRNdbSHfJqNghx2nQwg1sErVsjm_oKz_1t_YAHGZaj73DBpL2t9_q7GMor6998yvLRqTC4ul8vKXz6pahB-d_wIzb3A0uQkIr_KSElK9hW-u0jKX9QCf0u9CUVn7lw/s3088/IMG_3666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3_8bVTGZ3tXLX3DMj_qya_lZeI-SH4aokPxEqYefoj2KR5RLCDRTQoXEwQRNdbSHfJqNghx2nQwg1sErVsjm_oKz_1t_YAHGZaj73DBpL2t9_q7GMor6998yvLRqTC4ul8vKXz6pahB-d_wIzb3A0uQkIr_KSElK9hW-u0jKX9QCf0u9CUVn7lw/s320/IMG_3666.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He looks drunk! Or very tired!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ptgp9rkHzq-Tl4vfvdC-koToNHDRNockiL1bVYbn5mjAyHuXRDoH6CT6qkNB9DRTe8OhzPurrqRtWw_6trpbtgX3deVNV84qVe1wum9dk3uTBeJoh4fcT-U6Xv65gEYewC--qYwYCf-slVf4OWhGtHRDElEvN6yuCWvcWn6cbSs0R7t9Z_hTZg/s3088/IMG_3667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ptgp9rkHzq-Tl4vfvdC-koToNHDRNockiL1bVYbn5mjAyHuXRDoH6CT6qkNB9DRTe8OhzPurrqRtWw_6trpbtgX3deVNV84qVe1wum9dk3uTBeJoh4fcT-U6Xv65gEYewC--qYwYCf-slVf4OWhGtHRDElEvN6yuCWvcWn6cbSs0R7t9Z_hTZg/s320/IMG_3667.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzb5YOPecEv2A3nw1kDq9VbbElzhnYJiL1ADwZvXcWRXrzhcEuG8XZFdOP4UA8FQi-ACUBFFbUJ8tZeL22hpeQRh08-jY8k7QHdT5Kg1fRl3VZHzAKQmBFydThSTpnC7qIoU230RzmWodg4IhVRsXqsg9TTrWmH8JC_40TTCQBtcp0NFnt3WJAyQ/s3088/IMG_3668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZW2ERB8ZM0lgldktISDNC1tG51ZKfyMhKFZOEXUAztPUIa8k0qNGscKrE4H1BLkI2PcibCO6D5Km8uUO8GKuO3atiMgnvRMl5gXpMN20_mD1s64UqufOYid5eh_wO78PBhuuyPZsm61CGWpLXkn6b6W0wav3mE4wv-8yP6k743Z2l9QnyH9Wug/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are duck lips! And it reminds me of a very specific photo of Benaiah when he was about 10 yrs old that comes up on Facebook in my memories feed fairly often. Hilarious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfG7vDZa3sjr3rTLTM3PXKhQ5ByqBNa46XSNdqR1zjQd-z9XVYHyMbhVygIfxw82_PmovOzOCA4gY31nDLbikMCMrKYfb8fmhTNsvCzOTxH20dLdVHoQbige2_9BvOu3qxLpUpqNT8PLTyRQNnToyPH3z64XFv25LxM6uL0_UDN7aeTjwQ8QiI0w/s1241/IMG_3682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1042" data-original-width="1241" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfG7vDZa3sjr3rTLTM3PXKhQ5ByqBNa46XSNdqR1zjQd-z9XVYHyMbhVygIfxw82_PmovOzOCA4gY31nDLbikMCMrKYfb8fmhTNsvCzOTxH20dLdVHoQbige2_9BvOu3qxLpUpqNT8PLTyRQNnToyPH3z64XFv25LxM6uL0_UDN7aeTjwQ8QiI0w/w400-h336/IMG_3682.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So just start.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdXNTUMfzVFsNz2skIT40OfslyUUzzSVpADdc9gyDmJb-7K2Hqc8Gh1xuYklUHjoDOokYVBKG-_2KiQ-FZJsUz9rA6nvOM7FKU9i7aFPqbGMDJXTKWDyBsvMTy_QdnodW2NixeiY-vhtwP-QT1s8aysGl0ykopBRfK0lBox8w6sL5FRVss1PU8w/s1792/IMG_3685.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdXNTUMfzVFsNz2skIT40OfslyUUzzSVpADdc9gyDmJb-7K2Hqc8Gh1xuYklUHjoDOokYVBKG-_2KiQ-FZJsUz9rA6nvOM7FKU9i7aFPqbGMDJXTKWDyBsvMTy_QdnodW2NixeiY-vhtwP-QT1s8aysGl0ykopBRfK0lBox8w6sL5FRVss1PU8w/w296-h640/IMG_3685.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lunch was late because Gary was off preaching somewhere and Indian Creek had their annual mtg. It's a good thing I can track some of our family members.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvlLxvdpaJk7xPG34mzJ6Xk5RZf040jr9k1viHNdEJu3G-GMTLOSL7EPC0tORaiBsU44AnRe295LhxEEFe-OFAf2u0i8yzoYmImj7zvZGd-acPhwA6eK5uk60sJZC7oXrPwFg8JyS9OkhRc8ixZraGdhEJ7Oj2eJrhOXdY6RaselFM56vBsB3Sg/s4032/IMG_3689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvlLxvdpaJk7xPG34mzJ6Xk5RZf040jr9k1viHNdEJu3G-GMTLOSL7EPC0tORaiBsU44AnRe295LhxEEFe-OFAf2u0i8yzoYmImj7zvZGd-acPhwA6eK5uk60sJZC7oXrPwFg8JyS9OkhRc8ixZraGdhEJ7Oj2eJrhOXdY6RaselFM56vBsB3Sg/w300-h400/IMG_3689.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gifts on promotion Sunday! And he thinks he can sit in the big chair at the head of the table because he moved up to 2nd grade.Bwahahaha. Justin said he left him alone after he was reminded to not be clingy. But there were 30 kids in his class! Phew! It was promotion Sunday AND the first Sunday that the Shelby St campus was rejoining the Franklin Rd campus. Busy Sunday over there. Abishai just thinks he's hot stuff though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Whh2rGPtt6WKb1TbffAmPix_TsOTAlOOEEXqDDLdxZdr2ub3UDxaJVN8a-i891A9PnrTmFkp-1_6GVnwxAvkbztHGfoaZZj-3EnwVdHxXx5CrqwQAfCZ-CE1SSAM94EaypQkSTHRTuIG7AEt9MNGjcThP8bsII-Q-0lLsDtXHMrZXQHbMY_Zww/s4032/IMG_3691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Whh2rGPtt6WKb1TbffAmPix_TsOTAlOOEEXqDDLdxZdr2ub3UDxaJVN8a-i891A9PnrTmFkp-1_6GVnwxAvkbztHGfoaZZj-3EnwVdHxXx5CrqwQAfCZ-CE1SSAM94EaypQkSTHRTuIG7AEt9MNGjcThP8bsII-Q-0lLsDtXHMrZXQHbMY_Zww/w300-h400/IMG_3691.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yummy cotton candy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1vEoX3xsxhLHIYf4imaSdvvHWnqF3uJFtHNRFCWLMzU_8A-OtRFL61Aw5AUFQp-DjNCwdlvjblXQvyAB9LZiEOc_-kcbKsa2MkGYlFKfC7nBmXfnCy7j94ryrlbQCKGbrct6ebmjwtVbuQPsaTUEhgeoUBUFPAnh_97F76Jmftwj2VwW_vSzdg/s2048/IMG_3694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1744" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT1vEoX3xsxhLHIYf4imaSdvvHWnqF3uJFtHNRFCWLMzU_8A-OtRFL61Aw5AUFQp-DjNCwdlvjblXQvyAB9LZiEOc_-kcbKsa2MkGYlFKfC7nBmXfnCy7j94ryrlbQCKGbrct6ebmjwtVbuQPsaTUEhgeoUBUFPAnh_97F76Jmftwj2VwW_vSzdg/w546-h640/IMG_3694.JPG" width="546" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And that's a wrap on Queen Elizabeth's Jubliee celebrations! YouTube will have all the highlights and the videos give me goosebumps! It's amazing how history making this is. Sorry, not sorry. And I'll stop talking about it eventually. I just want to put it here to mark it because I've never lived through something historical like this. And it's much better than talking about the leaders of the USA and their squabbles.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MIzaeE4rS1pDA8akGSp1PUg0c8dP632dzRMgDP-BQLh4dmiTV4K6p1fyG52Swv68zEnzKpr7Wzw-cNzy4wIKOS_QqmjNRevvstbFNzxepO-7Gm-5JpicO4J_fJWWRLWYJjqctmJZoPhjg37g5JrQD9BfpT_jRi-RRLKc8SqCZLlTqv7-OQNNSQ/s2048/IMG_3695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="2048" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0MIzaeE4rS1pDA8akGSp1PUg0c8dP632dzRMgDP-BQLh4dmiTV4K6p1fyG52Swv68zEnzKpr7Wzw-cNzy4wIKOS_QqmjNRevvstbFNzxepO-7Gm-5JpicO4J_fJWWRLWYJjqctmJZoPhjg37g5JrQD9BfpT_jRi-RRLKc8SqCZLlTqv7-OQNNSQ/w640-h420/IMG_3695.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Only working royals were allowed on the balcony. That helped to eliminate the awkwardness of explaining why Prince Andrew (who has some legal troubles going on) and Megan and Harry (who are no longer royals) can't be there at all. But the grin on Prince William's oldest's face is mischievous and the smirk on his daughter's and then trying to entertain the 4 yr old is just classic. And William and Kate are the best hands on parents on display there is. They will make the best King and Queen to bring the monarchy to the next generation. It's going to be great. They just have to get through Prince Charles first.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWbN7JMS1Zo4NzJcNeUG_IkZoHfL2yeVJWECjxLu0EcuzeFJNqkNkDqofbUfQYqsjt46QAcqvuIeK3ZkSByA60fOKQjQWPTCPRdF19FUwOnDU1PNjHQPinD6Gs6SHA6YrOaxu3p0eZj6qCY0pe34Q9aTf_L8Ij4bI2DGGkVAdSEWrGKQuP-dWaA/s1024/IMG_3696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWbN7JMS1Zo4NzJcNeUG_IkZoHfL2yeVJWECjxLu0EcuzeFJNqkNkDqofbUfQYqsjt46QAcqvuIeK3ZkSByA60fOKQjQWPTCPRdF19FUwOnDU1PNjHQPinD6Gs6SHA6YrOaxu3p0eZj6qCY0pe34Q9aTf_L8Ij4bI2DGGkVAdSEWrGKQuP-dWaA/w640-h480/IMG_3696.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous. Yes, lots of money, but so does our President's entourage cost.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSh9VBL_v3eYKnL-kUBwv6-TP5tbGV79t1_6HzaeVoX75MjanPTVhXfeDgMaMt1aaFBzB3vSuVYiBEZ5egiQXgIbAprvE9F7OqONIAmC7YfaTGzwARd4RfR5jiqrDglPJ2sNAA__MOPoGU_r4VWTMVo8PZWi6I9nF1vdcZrAx9WG1kVOSjiRZAQ/s1582/283693332_3256871807905379_2069901708101967753_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1412" data-original-width="1582" height="572" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZSh9VBL_v3eYKnL-kUBwv6-TP5tbGV79t1_6HzaeVoX75MjanPTVhXfeDgMaMt1aaFBzB3vSuVYiBEZ5egiQXgIbAprvE9F7OqONIAmC7YfaTGzwARd4RfR5jiqrDglPJ2sNAA__MOPoGU_r4VWTMVo8PZWi6I9nF1vdcZrAx9WG1kVOSjiRZAQ/w640-h572/283693332_3256871807905379_2069901708101967753_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go watch the highlight reels on YouTube. It was phenomenal.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOrn6KnufldjJQDd59q4eCZ7cXDCMzCBB0vnpE-uCal_jjXIc7HW0dBvgYucB1YH1mNpM-lqcTcMlMY421QVcVMwF6dBv0cPZTbzxsYd18hbcC7-tIAzvgxKsNtXkD9aMsbIi0wExm1DQZ4wNEdCjuI__iPcan9o7ZC5i_etB6vjxA3SO2eN_NA/s1792/IMG_3680.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOOrn6KnufldjJQDd59q4eCZ7cXDCMzCBB0vnpE-uCal_jjXIc7HW0dBvgYucB1YH1mNpM-lqcTcMlMY421QVcVMwF6dBv0cPZTbzxsYd18hbcC7-tIAzvgxKsNtXkD9aMsbIi0wExm1DQZ4wNEdCjuI__iPcan9o7ZC5i_etB6vjxA3SO2eN_NA/w296-h640/IMG_3680.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Brits know how to throw a very sophisticated, yet incredible party. They LOVE their monarch so much and it shows! She deserves it, too! You can't say that about our politicians. Long live Queen Elizabeth II! She couldn't watch or participate in everything this weekend, but she watched on a screen at Windsor Castle when she couldn't be there in person. She is 96 years old after all.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpDdL75B-WSxdjVxLy7w8MeKUvdsjAXBj1ixs1x4XxjMJj4YZKHyFEap_uqDY7L9B2bmKL17sv0oChBi9w62aiSRWZPCV0yEzoyKO7uXW-K4pX-3nSZkYHVQYLOblwzTcmaCvL4W37etvwbfLLRL3l7cNd0QGtFJ0OhaHFHpPGUFJmHYS4XgwSQ/s4032/IMG_3698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpDdL75B-WSxdjVxLy7w8MeKUvdsjAXBj1ixs1x4XxjMJj4YZKHyFEap_uqDY7L9B2bmKL17sv0oChBi9w62aiSRWZPCV0yEzoyKO7uXW-K4pX-3nSZkYHVQYLOblwzTcmaCvL4W37etvwbfLLRL3l7cNd0QGtFJ0OhaHFHpPGUFJmHYS4XgwSQ/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everything is now black and white as a color scheme at Indian Creek instead of the blues and greens and they've unveiled the new logo and branding. It's growing on me now that I'm looking at on my screen. I see the waves underneath indicated The Creek part and the circle of infinity with the three main mission points and the seven priorities listed out. They are not in the inner city, so I wasn't sure of the city scape, but it's growing on me. I'm not big on black and white overall though. But now the big transition is complete. The Gary Johnson era is gone and the Dan Hamel era has come.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0kVvx4t4m5lj-wqg4J9kHL-TvKEq_h4JdMhrYa7l4IoDOavD6HKzxAQFRNvZ99jUIA3HkAlrkbDgKn0lKok3STzD0yhwROy_ml5xrvwS5ubZV0bW1ugRVSVKKLO-ARNmmxK0Vk3Q6yb3AsNeDszd3jp2VJbfDno3TISnZJ-xd1Paj9cNMtUAxQ/s4032/IMG_3699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0kVvx4t4m5lj-wqg4J9kHL-TvKEq_h4JdMhrYa7l4IoDOavD6HKzxAQFRNvZ99jUIA3HkAlrkbDgKn0lKok3STzD0yhwROy_ml5xrvwS5ubZV0bW1ugRVSVKKLO-ARNmmxK0Vk3Q6yb3AsNeDszd3jp2VJbfDno3TISnZJ-xd1Paj9cNMtUAxQ/s320/IMG_3699.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They've stripped the main ramp and hallways down to the cement! I haven't seen this cement in 20 years! Yes! We moved into this auditorium just weeks after Benaiah was born! He was one of the first kids to move through all the grades from birth to graduation. His potential names are written on the cement outside the nursery windows because that was happening when I was pregnant with him. Crazy to see it again! Now it's been glossed over so I don't know if they will carpet it again or leave it. I'm not fond of leaving it cement with gloss. I like carpet. But it's harder to clean, I know. Hello, there, 20 year old cement.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-43200012184585637532022-05-30T17:17:00.002-03:002022-05-30T17:17:28.770-03:00Year 7, May 23rd-30th, 2022: Summer Starts/Indy 500<p> Monday - Bucket Lists</p><p>- I think it's safe to say we can finally really start the summer months. I took today as more of my Sabbath since I worked hard on my computer on Saturday and Sunday. I did a little bit more today, putting photos on CD's and backing up my photos, but for the most part I feel caught up. Abishai played quietly here and there today, too. But he and I had time to poke at each other and that's the kind of day I want to have with my children. I also got to more quietly check in with Keturah and see how she was feeling. She still doesn't feel well so I let her sleep in and let her have her phone all day without saying one word about what she was doing otherwise. Hopefully that made her feel less stressed out. If I hadn't been listening to a long podcast, I, too, would have taken a nap this afternoon.</p><p>- Justin announced that he wanted me to take him to the bank to deposit his check and I told him no, it wasn't on my agenda. I wanted to do my usual thing of actually laying down between 3-5pm. And that's what I did. I thought about going outside thought because the weather is gorgeous. I just know that the chair aren't comfortable enough to lay down on. And the ground isn't either, although I could have put cushions down on the ground I suppose with a towel underneath. Maybe I'll try that tomorrow.</p><p>- But goodness gracious, if this itchy skin doesn't stop I'm calling the dermatologist. My whole body is creeping and crawling like never before, especially around my sternum. It's quite bothersome and distracting. I just want to scratch myself all day long but that's going to irritate it more. Ugh! I don't know what it's from though. Nothing significant has changed except seasonal allergens in the air. I don't want to take Benadryl every day. But I will take it at night if I need to for awhile if it will help. No amount of anti itch creams, essential oils, lotions, baths, aloe, whatever is helping. I wish I knew if it was external or internal. I think it's external. My diet hasn't changed. But I don't sleep and I'm stressed so that's a factor, too. And my hormones are, as well. I just don't know what to do next about it. So, yes, I'm calling derma in the morning.</p><p>- Speaking of doctors, I almost forgot about a telehealth appointment for Justin today. I took Abishai to karate and Jared took Justin to the bank to deposit his check and get some cash to buy another Lego set from Jim. But thankfully, I saw a reminder on my phone before they left the bank that I had this telehealth appointment for Justin with Dr. Pryor. So I had Jared drop Justin off to me at the studio so we could the appointment in the car while Abishai was in class. Well, Dr. Pryor didn't call until class was ending, but that's ok. We got Justin's ADHD medication tweaked, and since Abishai was right there with us, Dr. Pryor was able to bring up his file as well and send in a prescription for a different class of ADHD medications for him to try. Killed two birds with one stone. Boom. And really, three since we did the appointment during karate class time. So, to celebrate, we went to Culver's on the way home for ice cream. I did get some real custard strawberry milkshake. I was going to only drink part of it, but, ended up drinking all of it. So far, my stomach is ok. I took some digestive enzymes so they must be doing their job. Phew! It was SOoooooo good!!! And we got Keturah some ice cream, too since had asked for Dairy Queen earlier in the day. I had said no because how could she possible fully experience ice cream if her throat and nose aren't able to taste and smell it? Anyway, it was a good way to start the summer with ice cream. Cross that off the bucket list!</p><p>- Abishai and I did work on a summer bucket list. Just like Gary wanted to work on setting vacations for the rest of the year. We talked about doing some fun things while the kids were at CIY and Daddy has that week off (forced e2 vacation time, office is closed). I did play Aldi cashier with him for breakfast. We did snuggle on the couch and watch YouTube for a brief moment. He stuffed his face with crackers full of gluten and then laughed and hiccuped and got them all over the place. </p><p>- So, despite being exhausted, it was really good Monday</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_CbD6Dh7FVw0nLA39CBFMWw1ukDhBYe_FUVbtS71R1Op4Q8AJxa17qbt-i4OKt5YhKUHEze_qhSpzJuz8RpdCHAfwnjett2MgXbhQvZorTaCN9amjQ29pF9IKuhdOwUEb9qPK7o4QlcPnHCjawomKkyY9qYzA-jCtMRnL8H20IwvRq2QiqRPAQ/s1792/IMG_3321.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_CbD6Dh7FVw0nLA39CBFMWw1ukDhBYe_FUVbtS71R1Op4Q8AJxa17qbt-i4OKt5YhKUHEze_qhSpzJuz8RpdCHAfwnjett2MgXbhQvZorTaCN9amjQ29pF9IKuhdOwUEb9qPK7o4QlcPnHCjawomKkyY9qYzA-jCtMRnL8H20IwvRq2QiqRPAQ/w296-h640/IMG_3321.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While I was waiting to pick up Justin, I had pulled into the garden center part of the parking lot of Wanamaker Feed and Seed. I looked over and saw a bird bath similar to this one. I had already thought about what to do with the empty spot between the rose bush and the other big bush and had come to the conclusion to put something other than plan there. So, tomorrow I'm going to go early and see what the price of the simple shallow bird bath is. I'm also going to look for some pots for my aloe plant and maybe my flax plants. We'll see.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17hx1l_fR9cBCV3Z4dvY_THUuSlWjSJqaUda0U1lpha22dSDbEpNNbGWo14B9BX75-nwcI07kLNNYjtT1rS1BWc17yPCn0-fqAa-sk8tk9yfFCXbMvdomLzLuROk7pg5aGwxS--bZp4tOhSC7sB0DVz9Rg8nox2GEIrLXrQXABwrQFJPTIUdAmA/s4032/IMG_3322.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17hx1l_fR9cBCV3Z4dvY_THUuSlWjSJqaUda0U1lpha22dSDbEpNNbGWo14B9BX75-nwcI07kLNNYjtT1rS1BWc17yPCn0-fqAa-sk8tk9yfFCXbMvdomLzLuROk7pg5aGwxS--bZp4tOhSC7sB0DVz9Rg8nox2GEIrLXrQXABwrQFJPTIUdAmA/s320/IMG_3322.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were working on their kicks and punches tonight. Abishai needs to work on his range of motion and kick higher on his roundhouse kicks. But he looks so cute with this tiny gloves on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyW1Ihc4cvlT00iL7nBlI0FeD2K_-KdXdIS_ab4rQjyP0xt-Ep_TeUoQH3VCbD5Y62VIGyGwTI1k0nVAOu_MNp81RHhcMMuI2cgoRjvezUgoVrIOtCPzDNg0F8-q9MGiSxvhfI5_P1cowmZCN1im_nzAD_LM2YSceMa-CuClzAy64Vp3JYtc5mA/s4032/IMG_3323.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyW1Ihc4cvlT00iL7nBlI0FeD2K_-KdXdIS_ab4rQjyP0xt-Ep_TeUoQH3VCbD5Y62VIGyGwTI1k0nVAOu_MNp81RHhcMMuI2cgoRjvezUgoVrIOtCPzDNg0F8-q9MGiSxvhfI5_P1cowmZCN1im_nzAD_LM2YSceMa-CuClzAy64Vp3JYtc5mA/s320/IMG_3323.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQgQphyU_LwSlLWsPDgtSSqFKfoXtztG9jYpQ-9tYBzUTeZtuabybEpQgEdYqJyQS7UGOA1l9Z7D9mPG_PoGcpvCeORPucxE_Do1ZtdE8zc9KjTQrrugA1k5YzbI8XaasTYB9s-56YXbIu_ytYuvye4dQqWqXx7MmfZ5aoTfH5yumbAQVqhsYUw/s4032/IMG_3324.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQgQphyU_LwSlLWsPDgtSSqFKfoXtztG9jYpQ-9tYBzUTeZtuabybEpQgEdYqJyQS7UGOA1l9Z7D9mPG_PoGcpvCeORPucxE_Do1ZtdE8zc9KjTQrrugA1k5YzbI8XaasTYB9s-56YXbIu_ytYuvye4dQqWqXx7MmfZ5aoTfH5yumbAQVqhsYUw/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk1blbZSi0-bYZW1ioMPBSkVbaksGvB_Ymicop45QgAbM6F2ZSgVQNWmbdkwrtNm6oUluhHKO_GNMGlEHctF1_EyK5FS61cKY7V4k8_LrZEkYvqXEIUMk-ZQHvJ2LYTlOfpOdY5JhRrcGJvBQtvX0jnJEorUS5cdT7kEnvxrPVKMJAb6CnjlrhA/s4032/IMG_3325.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQk1blbZSi0-bYZW1ioMPBSkVbaksGvB_Ymicop45QgAbM6F2ZSgVQNWmbdkwrtNm6oUluhHKO_GNMGlEHctF1_EyK5FS61cKY7V4k8_LrZEkYvqXEIUMk-ZQHvJ2LYTlOfpOdY5JhRrcGJvBQtvX0jnJEorUS5cdT7kEnvxrPVKMJAb6CnjlrhA/s320/IMG_3325.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTg_8pSNwu7tt0M5Q4i-EC4dJm_9uK42b5GTtowAV6DSqs9qvPZKFM7bZQKEJ4mzkmIbJYF7k82xcjdZQbNAISflkFn9L73w3aHBjRkyFNQ-_Y8tsePK1QFo99bXqge6DH3IQegp1VnY-iPkdwiDo95VoL-rt8aw9QvmIBweB5LBFF6_vLJJ1dFQ/s4032/IMG_3326.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTg_8pSNwu7tt0M5Q4i-EC4dJm_9uK42b5GTtowAV6DSqs9qvPZKFM7bZQKEJ4mzkmIbJYF7k82xcjdZQbNAISflkFn9L73w3aHBjRkyFNQ-_Y8tsePK1QFo99bXqge6DH3IQegp1VnY-iPkdwiDo95VoL-rt8aw9QvmIBweB5LBFF6_vLJJ1dFQ/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIndZ1u8hqBISYyLZC7nQ6O6iPnRB1_B68_Y3kiBv2XoJzaZtJK1mdxjqk2OkPjw4nhcpooLoENjC1p_lNXua7ACdiM0szGjIcpW11jNF5SIYf8dYcDWFV76veZeHx3NHGHrpg4mnUH9BUdFoRc2gYPoN8imbXHnrQMPjOz3exc2qjx4ywiob7g/s4032/IMG_3327.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIndZ1u8hqBISYyLZC7nQ6O6iPnRB1_B68_Y3kiBv2XoJzaZtJK1mdxjqk2OkPjw4nhcpooLoENjC1p_lNXua7ACdiM0szGjIcpW11jNF5SIYf8dYcDWFV76veZeHx3NHGHrpg4mnUH9BUdFoRc2gYPoN8imbXHnrQMPjOz3exc2qjx4ywiob7g/s320/IMG_3327.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkD4Kv098OWot3CT94tcA4z2t012ASePSb_2-YkjlgD5mfeHTvOByQEpkUUXS6_PpGnDodYyTK-tx89n8LedgNZQT7Nxgg3HxW1eAr3uSCAuFK9eXcFgKwnS9I5X7biBTgHAcCqfPEzGk0uqd9zuru3BOuE97EgN-jECto610WaNXlZcuwkUqHA/s4032/IMG_3328.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkD4Kv098OWot3CT94tcA4z2t012ASePSb_2-YkjlgD5mfeHTvOByQEpkUUXS6_PpGnDodYyTK-tx89n8LedgNZQT7Nxgg3HxW1eAr3uSCAuFK9eXcFgKwnS9I5X7biBTgHAcCqfPEzGk0uqd9zuru3BOuE97EgN-jECto610WaNXlZcuwkUqHA/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I did. And so far so good, no stomachaches. Thanks to a food vlogger's digestive enzymes. Those things are miracle pills I tell ya. I already take them daily to deal with overall gut issues and they take care of my daily coffee intake, cheese slices, and peanut butter bar. I took two more after I drank this and so far, I haven't had any issues. Thank goodness because this plain strawberry custard milkshake hit the spot tonight! Yummy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - Slower morning, finishing strong.<br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_QcCi8UjZA4MZ_qlBuxmTCqWXeFa15br7934pdyGd2nH6RA5tm5kFZIAQtDFNOAW5IOg7RPjrRM_Cf3wnhJ6-SBoFeuRqXQ8zgFaHgaMl2Qe2BNFMR94kgClRDxvfhn5GooNg-pIRJN0AmxPJl1ZA1sl1x8FE_MRKsA5ASKkgp_dK4azsQCJVQ/s4032/IMG_3330.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_QcCi8UjZA4MZ_qlBuxmTCqWXeFa15br7934pdyGd2nH6RA5tm5kFZIAQtDFNOAW5IOg7RPjrRM_Cf3wnhJ6-SBoFeuRqXQ8zgFaHgaMl2Qe2BNFMR94kgClRDxvfhn5GooNg-pIRJN0AmxPJl1ZA1sl1x8FE_MRKsA5ASKkgp_dK4azsQCJVQ/s320/IMG_3330.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teen Girl in her real natural habitat with her dog beside her.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLC5VavRsfdjRNKxFqzyYwGAkFOGDI4gy05yfd78EMi2udxV7qZ4kQXZoZ6GbmGfJCU5JZ_WmI06YTrVNq-rg1kgikgV8FzJBBez57wAuNP5bi2xmsNP9TSKCrXo6BqIEmVOtMWdZg2DDjcxsqDy0qHjMXAl_vw6RpGq02zm4nygJdVlejeJElA/s3520/IMG_3331.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYLC5VavRsfdjRNKxFqzyYwGAkFOGDI4gy05yfd78EMi2udxV7qZ4kQXZoZ6GbmGfJCU5JZ_WmI06YTrVNq-rg1kgikgV8FzJBBez57wAuNP5bi2xmsNP9TSKCrXo6BqIEmVOtMWdZg2DDjcxsqDy0qHjMXAl_vw6RpGq02zm4nygJdVlejeJElA/s320/IMG_3331.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bubble blowing...inside! Come on now, let's take it OUTSIDE! But Mommy's work is inside, so they won't go outside without her. Grrrr.....whatever, just don't soak the rug, would ya?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9UPub3IIAhq8ZT6RvQoIKVj3vsKthJsF_HhbEOk2lRIYdWvC0IDt1cssNF7SSiCmbtzXC1qGRM1LHNDTWLVqgDLZbqnxThsHhMPoIFk9071LoGWako61DFRd_36dmoDluGG-vrPkUccR-4qiYfAlA_NcZiKvRZVh0ApPVjQaheqekFPdXhnPkYQ/s3520/IMG_3332.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9UPub3IIAhq8ZT6RvQoIKVj3vsKthJsF_HhbEOk2lRIYdWvC0IDt1cssNF7SSiCmbtzXC1qGRM1LHNDTWLVqgDLZbqnxThsHhMPoIFk9071LoGWako61DFRd_36dmoDluGG-vrPkUccR-4qiYfAlA_NcZiKvRZVh0ApPVjQaheqekFPdXhnPkYQ/s320/IMG_3332.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmYRNz_jSbk7lJrmIKpD2Q9790m1Z6IlVXTzvszwzp5p0jq51zRJzzeKQEITw9Y1GfmObQlb3Ko4YbW1HcbA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg74toZxLbkhrXCQrA2S2grTW9ewJO7kTdpFb8GQJ29pn8ZGPXiZgphPMPZS5GokNMcpjg7GLgganhP1S9Vw4nmyZ6qb7HSCHEuRNyL6IPcIIYhRg5fyJN4UsPYmn2LaVUfZR8lUP2KwvsSNmkasl_7ycy9IMJxYg9UkVZUenB8feR7cmbkGwcitg/w296-h640/IMG_3339.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Truth.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrBv1JIk0NgfrfYPKGH6s36-Kfosd7_yUtu2SZaQLyWf1y7V0t4K7yCd-_oS3AnQmrFlt57lAJdlwSZpjfncz0DQn6UyIqaEVmWCZWu9ihHPpIKXJo7Bza52jmYIlh4z9v0CNQ0SoROyFM_bbGkYOua8hoJ_td-9GDzMJvrVfJERLlY6K8FyL1g/s4032/IMG_3340.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHrBv1JIk0NgfrfYPKGH6s36-Kfosd7_yUtu2SZaQLyWf1y7V0t4K7yCd-_oS3AnQmrFlt57lAJdlwSZpjfncz0DQn6UyIqaEVmWCZWu9ihHPpIKXJo7Bza52jmYIlh4z9v0CNQ0SoROyFM_bbGkYOua8hoJ_td-9GDzMJvrVfJERLlY6K8FyL1g/w640-h480/IMG_3340.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I prepped dinner right after lunch so all Keturah had to do was turning everything on and/or stick it in the oven before we got home from counseling. Well, she didn't turn the potatoes on so we didn't eat until 6:30, but, at least it was prepped. Prep took me an hour. Meatballs aren't hard, they are just time consuming. This recipe had me soak the bread, which I liked better than my mom's way of toasting bread to make bread crumbs when she made meatloaf. She had to use my dad's bread in our meatloaf because of his allergens, and of course I used my gluten free bread in these meatballs. Otherwise, the ingredients and recipe and idea came from the EveryPlate or whatever it's called delivery service thing.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sgtl01VfpeOKK1swjF35JCc5-qCC4y9ZK8tAu6qu8DVHxkbYJfO8lB-dqXTOJhvIn5ti2n9HHeVvW93BV1DY82M61Aen8vse5htva-8FqHp17XU_YlWnRcjiQWYszAOPQa7l2z0CQIQJS1-TMgCSp6cSg80JAymG1ybQJuoqHbhsCuqJ20mgxw/s4032/IMG_3341.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-sgtl01VfpeOKK1swjF35JCc5-qCC4y9ZK8tAu6qu8DVHxkbYJfO8lB-dqXTOJhvIn5ti2n9HHeVvW93BV1DY82M61Aen8vse5htva-8FqHp17XU_YlWnRcjiQWYszAOPQa7l2z0CQIQJS1-TMgCSp6cSg80JAymG1ybQJuoqHbhsCuqJ20mgxw/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah was trying out the new grooming glove thing and was massaging Socks to sleep, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVPCsnUMlkssaMWmRdX27PVACi9pmAAOTes22thWK9q4K-_ULvRnRRh70Hg1JZ6vAlOrnfl4jGjv_Mxt3QUMa-hpV4XiRh49lKeJYVWJYmBKLsDQbnc45HT4B16FGH7nCzqAOpNtef04kJ8KVqSt6KTTGWzezpRyVQaeWxg7ILgeXzZpjfdvfkQ/s4032/IMG_3342.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAVPCsnUMlkssaMWmRdX27PVACi9pmAAOTes22thWK9q4K-_ULvRnRRh70Hg1JZ6vAlOrnfl4jGjv_Mxt3QUMa-hpV4XiRh49lKeJYVWJYmBKLsDQbnc45HT4B16FGH7nCzqAOpNtef04kJ8KVqSt6KTTGWzezpRyVQaeWxg7ILgeXzZpjfdvfkQ/s320/IMG_3342.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Old hankie (discolored thanks to well water and 10 years of use) vs. brand new "ladies/wedding hankie (one time use?)" vs. men's hankie (much more durable cotton hankie). I think I will be buying more of the men's hankie's in the future, maybe without the monogram as they were much more expensive. 3 for $15 I think? But if I get 10 years out of the 3 new ones like I have gotten out of the 3 hankies I've had, it's money well spent. I mean my hankies aren't worn out fabric wise. I honestly didn't even realize they were that discolored. I just couldn't find mine anymore. I did just find the one after ordering new ones. They just sometimes stick to nylon shorts or end up staying in a coat pocket or something. I will still be washing this old one and keeping it in the back for rotation if necessary. I never throw things out if they are still somewhat usable. The pack of 3 women's hankies were like $7. A box of kleenix is something like $4 so there's just no comparison to having something reusable. And for your information, the snot actually dries out pretty quickly in between uses. And you don't get lint in your pocket like you do if you have kleenix stuffed down in there. I do use kleenix if I have cold or more discoloration. But my everyday stuff, it's my hanky. I have seasonal allergies, I'm probably slightly allergic to the pet dander, dust, everything. I'm constantly wiping my nose. And a cotton cloth is way more comfortable on the nose than a paper kleenix. Trust me. And I am the only in the household that does it. Everybody else uses....toilet paper. Yes, toilet paper, because we get the softer kind of toilet paper and it's cheaper and you can use less than wasting a big kleenix. Lol!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz821lct9lytMgdRId2jPJf2SRFbHCk9YNWeEz12a24xSANcgjSkQiSsNRRpaWwl4IGAStC2EoBw9hTS_Y_HZRQCId1oJo3RWp5KjxCkW-cVGNaiV8Eemgo_-_8lh3c0nFm6No7ctmiAQQvthC9SJ3nqc6_9Nuu7wRVt3X0VjkCyV81Cz82YK5Ew/s4032/IMG_3344.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz821lct9lytMgdRId2jPJf2SRFbHCk9YNWeEz12a24xSANcgjSkQiSsNRRpaWwl4IGAStC2EoBw9hTS_Y_HZRQCId1oJo3RWp5KjxCkW-cVGNaiV8Eemgo_-_8lh3c0nFm6No7ctmiAQQvthC9SJ3nqc6_9Nuu7wRVt3X0VjkCyV81Cz82YK5Ew/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, the green beans and meatballs were left in the oven too long, but they were still edible. And mashed potatoes were good. Jared made them while I made the gravy. I used oat flour (closest thing I had on hand, otherwise it was going to be coconut or almond flour) with the beef stock they gave me. A little bland as most of these recipes are. They kind of rely on too much onion, garlic, salt, and pepper. I wasn't sure what to add this time, though, since it was savory, and not Italian. Hm,....I can definitely easily make this one again myself though, even without the gravy. We don't do a lot of gravy anyways. And Jared still at the meatballs, although he won't eat meatloaf. I mean, come one, they are soooo similar! There's no red sauce in these meatballs like there is in meatloaf though. Anyway, it was fine. Worth the effort every once in awhile. But the Aldi brand of fresh meatballs are just as good and I can eat them. I can't eat the frozen ones though. So, convenience usually wins.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPs5QUcvvYDhqqTaDpXd_g5wu8UmWs0zldlUlAFb1kKofRcrfML-e0gRPaRLMuH0ScqfAJob1IeBf5cJS9IhHYakaERn2etcbBN5bNv-XMEGprnaLhTp2v7Q2a_J9mL4KKvpbp0aj0K1KfdZAEfWBIzpNst7ExgeDQx8m3q0RBm9HfQbPFFCgtQ/s4032/IMG_3345.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPs5QUcvvYDhqqTaDpXd_g5wu8UmWs0zldlUlAFb1kKofRcrfML-e0gRPaRLMuH0ScqfAJob1IeBf5cJS9IhHYakaERn2etcbBN5bNv-XMEGprnaLhTp2v7Q2a_J9mL4KKvpbp0aj0K1KfdZAEfWBIzpNst7ExgeDQx8m3q0RBm9HfQbPFFCgtQ/s320/IMG_3345.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We actually went out for a family walk! Except we had to split up because we met up with friends with tiny dogs that were afraid of Socks. Socks just stood there like, "Uh, I didn't do anything wrong. I just big. They small like squirrel. Why they bark at me? Why they whine like they in pain? I didn't touch them, I swear!" Nope, you're good buddy, they are just silly tiny dogs. They are afraid of their own shadow. Just move along. We will enjoy all the walks we can get.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf2B9T9De_uUEyhpmIG2KsRR0XYDqcZxKv9q9Rg5CtJjPnkI5vuzao_crTe8I3qklzE3eiTgX8LCMtt7Eay2-n3HJYzinHGzr2oOja_VFUYg0Uy166Z0REsNjjixPPyAs9yXj-Xq1jrnNmVhNEHg2wWnqCjoMnYL1a0ltECoxC4UTzDnZOcp0FA/s4032/IMG_3346.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMf2B9T9De_uUEyhpmIG2KsRR0XYDqcZxKv9q9Rg5CtJjPnkI5vuzao_crTe8I3qklzE3eiTgX8LCMtt7Eay2-n3HJYzinHGzr2oOja_VFUYg0Uy166Z0REsNjjixPPyAs9yXj-Xq1jrnNmVhNEHg2wWnqCjoMnYL1a0ltECoxC4UTzDnZOcp0FA/s320/IMG_3346.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- Last ASL class for the year! And we were late, of course. No one wanted to get up. Abishai was raring to get back because he was hungry. Well, just 30 seconds from the driveway, he threw up! But, for all his gagging, he hardly threw up anything. He went straight to the bathtub and got cleaned up and I did the rest, his clothes, a bit on his carseat, the seat in the car, and a tiny bit on the floor in front of him in the car. The car still stinks a little despite leaving the windows open the rest of the day. Abishai was fine the rest of the day. Just car sick. </p><p>- I spent the afternoon paying medical bills and preparing the things we didn't want in our Old Navy orders to send back while the kids had their screen time. And then this evening I picked up prescriptions, dropped off recycyling and Keturah then loaded the car for the used book sale tomorrow I"m doing an IAHE booth for. We also did laundry and dishes today.</p><p>- Jared took Abishai to Tang Soo and brought Justin with him so he could teach him how to parallel park. Poor Justin has to learn in the van! He said he at least learned the steps, but it was difficult to do it in the van. Yes, Daddy had to yell at him before he hit other people's cars. Beech Grove, where Tang Soo Do is, is where Justin will be doing his test most likely anyway, and it's the only place near us where there parallel parking. It's where I practiced and went for my test a few years ago. I don't know how or where Benaiah learned, but he tested out in Greenfield. Anyway, they can take my car tomorrow and practice because Justin most likely will take the test in my car and it might be easier for him to see and judge the distances. </p><p>- I'm excited for the used homeschool book sale tomorrow as I'll get to "do my thing" and hopefully talk to people that think like me. A little bit of a different scenario since they already homeschool but some might not be familiar with IAHE or might not know exactly what we do. So spreading awareness of who IAHE and what we do is a big priority for me and what the laws for homeschooling since I didn't have a clue about any of it for the first 5 years of homeschooling here, and then only when we came back and I attended the convention and only because I knew one couple who attended the convention and I looked it up myself. It still bothers me today that with attending a megachurch and having at least a dozen families that homeschool, no one bothered to help me connect to the homeschooling community at large. No one. No one checked that I was following the law. They just assumed. I will not let that happen again on my watch. And when a church refuses to let me bring the truth to those among their congregants, I'm out. I need to and should do more with our library. They have a couple of study rooms where I could meet with several people at a time. And they have the larger community room as well. I could do a homeschool 101 in there, too. I'm sure they would be off for it. Or even a regular homeschool parent meeting. I just don't want to commit myself to something like that all the time. I need to though. I'll think on that. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4lrpQ36icKPx3-WfeSkQlxiaWk9tiSlqU_1Pqm8KcurQck2iLWx0h4IyFvRDjjxoCHXWnpoB6oYR23EmkxV2eYIkHBuDcigQ6Bhg9Jhu669LwxOQ1OpLDo20VVxKw3YtBwJmVUH6dc3hhuHUXxIP5nLxHWmh4Tk_ex-zLphg-Fgd3EJVP133-5g/s1425/281478116_346458890962460_3957436185917277769_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="1425" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4lrpQ36icKPx3-WfeSkQlxiaWk9tiSlqU_1Pqm8KcurQck2iLWx0h4IyFvRDjjxoCHXWnpoB6oYR23EmkxV2eYIkHBuDcigQ6Bhg9Jhu669LwxOQ1OpLDo20VVxKw3YtBwJmVUH6dc3hhuHUXxIP5nLxHWmh4Tk_ex-zLphg-Fgd3EJVP133-5g/w640-h242/281478116_346458890962460_3957436185917277769_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty much what our counselor said yesterday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ifNBYQjw45gn290NXdD1j86rj4ZVW-VKFWysfSQcBS16VyOaoxyLCrHfEGOJ1fSHtlSpLmF1MkHtV4_UQnEvIS22G7zErFr30ZgqL2sxBsekNr9MGh5QYRcBhsmziNfQ6kELyQYn3Tj-oyRdefdS9hj_fU2evzfUgCdfyncflqk5b3bcCP5x1Q/s1792/IMG_3347.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ifNBYQjw45gn290NXdD1j86rj4ZVW-VKFWysfSQcBS16VyOaoxyLCrHfEGOJ1fSHtlSpLmF1MkHtV4_UQnEvIS22G7zErFr30ZgqL2sxBsekNr9MGh5QYRcBhsmziNfQ6kELyQYn3Tj-oyRdefdS9hj_fU2evzfUgCdfyncflqk5b3bcCP5x1Q/w296-h640/IMG_3347.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, true.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/jMGmOLkU8VY" target="_blank">I'm a jaguar!</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh833FbDiEonilruwtq9hvKNIq4OW5k3cKklh-R_2fKUyUECm6aQQ3EcWREz0_w6958-iKVrvWKY8nM-C0h-anf6UR4gWnQASjX-oWKi4MSTTBpJLxILJmGEwj8H_1Dh3WWoQq5ihvv-2xSroLwlpzEitG_j8DABmgwQaOYyc-lUoNzRSkL71a3pw/s3520/IMG_3349.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh833FbDiEonilruwtq9hvKNIq4OW5k3cKklh-R_2fKUyUECm6aQQ3EcWREz0_w6958-iKVrvWKY8nM-C0h-anf6UR4gWnQASjX-oWKi4MSTTBpJLxILJmGEwj8H_1Dh3WWoQq5ihvv-2xSroLwlpzEitG_j8DABmgwQaOYyc-lUoNzRSkL71a3pw/s320/IMG_3349.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody was in rare form at ASL today. I let him run around a bit and he wanted to pretend he was a jaguar. He was eating deer and bears and humans. I then looked up South American deer and bears and if indeed jaguars ate humans. See the answers below.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2CDQWzwxDiV-e5vInZN2zgOrWmoSe7p5o_5YzZQwfKL57GhHP-qOxJk5xjdY76j2vz9UxPlHaXqVU7e7yqw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx60E2R0XKzjsBNFrbJE1IrruZiOCoL_4ptBPJ6NNgybaypxxofuUxPbpMnEwtJjwZMS5op3JxbF0YO_VVcNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIPCk4USI3_b38GwQj8zaewkR023lQYeFfXFVinbKUtHO4Wds9WOllDYQY4qoayUwhWTFsY6ZI_WXXYEmR2rvf-pXGjs-2EfaZAuWo5ZxdD_RwhPSIC7OHIQ9UcDhhAZH6gXZrwxOuCY58xWHuOrIdwTiOg2W-u-aso1qVC0NwGY4gZKMYXepSg/s3520/IMG_3350.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Maybe that's what upset his stomach before he threw up in the car! No duh! I just put two and two together!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB1dbr5M_6YEh73sq_Wx_pE391L3cYCNz6hXUlPKlHb1q3D2P3tT191bvMmgLdLob-A57MYKO-2JZa4gy3U3v-Ys-CJ2q6MK-B2UFw2gDBsvENtIMbmrVwbvcl2S_RJyLHR7jvWKb-hHkdAGdjKyyYslOA1vWaZ9wuGv3rRNZAFkPac5E-dMnSw/s3520/IMG_3359.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB1dbr5M_6YEh73sq_Wx_pE391L3cYCNz6hXUlPKlHb1q3D2P3tT191bvMmgLdLob-A57MYKO-2JZa4gy3U3v-Ys-CJ2q6MK-B2UFw2gDBsvENtIMbmrVwbvcl2S_RJyLHR7jvWKb-hHkdAGdjKyyYslOA1vWaZ9wuGv3rRNZAFkPac5E-dMnSw/s320/IMG_3359.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhityAuEgRpMHqoXoYmDLpdWgDnkv1LuPTRtLge_kR_GrvdjK5v8I1eTMtlLZlzgaKOUT51_ue7bNcxCl_NPdVN1bQZ04dvPvei7skFr5LAskIxtRXS6tsxNf7w-s55y4SYhghF_ySAif-SgC4g9fHFQWvBBirKyTTa7LQxHx5dE7uNwGIqyXfUBw/s4032/IMG_3361.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhityAuEgRpMHqoXoYmDLpdWgDnkv1LuPTRtLge_kR_GrvdjK5v8I1eTMtlLZlzgaKOUT51_ue7bNcxCl_NPdVN1bQZ04dvPvei7skFr5LAskIxtRXS6tsxNf7w-s55y4SYhghF_ySAif-SgC4g9fHFQWvBBirKyTTa7LQxHx5dE7uNwGIqyXfUBw/s320/IMG_3361.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also let him have a few extra turns across the big empty floor on the scooter board thing. They actually had cleared out the room of all the youth group stuff.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNbBEZBnJ7OW5DPbO0LxQgGOZFDkEyph2ureaPmSz1oHB0b1eK-nsp4-kIf5o1DpDgPL6FT4E-7yW019vO7Xb9vqUYfFV15KRnU1jrs49tPhShGHHcgUMPkLag9dobk1QKdPvA18eNTyE-QMKAAawJqj2RomagfrQuuKaNaajcz1jAbB-KgK0pQ/s4032/IMG_3362.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNbBEZBnJ7OW5DPbO0LxQgGOZFDkEyph2ureaPmSz1oHB0b1eK-nsp4-kIf5o1DpDgPL6FT4E-7yW019vO7Xb9vqUYfFV15KRnU1jrs49tPhShGHHcgUMPkLag9dobk1QKdPvA18eNTyE-QMKAAawJqj2RomagfrQuuKaNaajcz1jAbB-KgK0pQ/s320/IMG_3362.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp_FPG6yPaOkXUw5nBSkLHAR9cqVp5kqSoCVelDtJO20jv9n77JmC0egODRAb3tMGiNCSAre0vBenIxQ7tNJTNRnxgmc4UA1b-Tskjmg8b2ydC2VN-NVso7ZTJ4d2G_dwQo2xpKaGoS8L0QGLA4fQV6mQPXQnOx-GYvnkxLAEtmsc5HX9h60u_g/s1792/IMG_3363.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbp_FPG6yPaOkXUw5nBSkLHAR9cqVp5kqSoCVelDtJO20jv9n77JmC0egODRAb3tMGiNCSAre0vBenIxQ7tNJTNRnxgmc4UA1b-Tskjmg8b2ydC2VN-NVso7ZTJ4d2G_dwQo2xpKaGoS8L0QGLA4fQV6mQPXQnOx-GYvnkxLAEtmsc5HX9h60u_g/w296-h640/IMG_3363.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice! It's always fun when the world turns toward your town for a few minutes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - </p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgf7G81zkOp2pgHwc-zotIIIBIN_CUwXdXNn7S330KSVIU_6Gvu-15sPQHlFCmsCqOGaVO8Lit5cRM-Osr-uWffNbc158_fjgdcwkhWJbYIN7z4KjOeOSEYJmZI0G22sy9DNQjgfL1AqZZPD2kr86jsfqEFYKXNtiTiKM6BtjZhPH2Zn1NUTz5g/s1792/IMG_3388.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRgf7G81zkOp2pgHwc-zotIIIBIN_CUwXdXNn7S330KSVIU_6Gvu-15sPQHlFCmsCqOGaVO8Lit5cRM-Osr-uWffNbc158_fjgdcwkhWJbYIN7z4KjOeOSEYJmZI0G22sy9DNQjgfL1AqZZPD2kr86jsfqEFYKXNtiTiKM6BtjZhPH2Zn1NUTz5g/w296-h640/IMG_3388.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Great crossword clue!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx_plp_FFEtVrecn1q3X62u0YI0iiNWQp8qJxN4YfQAfZuSS5E0T5oc49r54TgNPSRQJJJDzU576-KvVL5hVw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGXLyeknaMwmyhVwJBo6213oBUoXhMX525LJovt9vqVK2-P768ULYU8uaCWtLZmL2ykrbyKJAU7oF-6FekVg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSFfKv9LeQZG8IDuErNcmmENxmzXuqeHN625K2gik-2cRFYnoMYPF3pNa2SCyoZmpHEWrhpa2s5sijQ8WMXj8J0ZxdkChr8Ju45jD_veOtnDEh2UrEScxZB_ZVxml7TEjt-97VbiwSa6aEPhyGgIl7q8KtXVrWMorJRG018k-zDQ2olm9un-W5A/s3520/IMG_3386.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSFfKv9LeQZG8IDuErNcmmENxmzXuqeHN625K2gik-2cRFYnoMYPF3pNa2SCyoZmpHEWrhpa2s5sijQ8WMXj8J0ZxdkChr8Ju45jD_veOtnDEh2UrEScxZB_ZVxml7TEjt-97VbiwSa6aEPhyGgIl7q8KtXVrWMorJRG018k-zDQ2olm9un-W5A/s320/IMG_3386.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The face of a big brother who was trolled.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL_ngMdW_UeCgN0bZBluIipr8bkngYHPFdvlRYS-73iOc5aicyVAAewWzdb6usR6-EjeetAFbPQOZKUK75yd9_NGnws5HTp68lTJ9IOZgNaJ1HUdEAQsPzJN03ZelROOi29Hblvs_45vd4OlplsysFjUYHom81e4SQbQO1Ama52alCTdIne0Xjg/s3520/IMG_3384.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNL_ngMdW_UeCgN0bZBluIipr8bkngYHPFdvlRYS-73iOc5aicyVAAewWzdb6usR6-EjeetAFbPQOZKUK75yd9_NGnws5HTp68lTJ9IOZgNaJ1HUdEAQsPzJN03ZelROOi29Hblvs_45vd4OlplsysFjUYHom81e4SQbQO1Ama52alCTdIne0Xjg/s320/IMG_3384.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The face of the little brother who trolled him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMDkVAl-V84qeaHAnYxahtIurwvjgO8s0GNlTsCgwWXQUNZtLG87JLAxVc6WFYXRhcRza9y5pnmGaZgxpgideaYMAwVFr73L3kO78G_CqrofcMhxnH2EWqzs07vJBYM1yAQlffyHH0_MKfw36W4g5poX1Fewisg5bH_XKKVtng33DNbI3JSJcrQ/s4032/IMG_3382.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMDkVAl-V84qeaHAnYxahtIurwvjgO8s0GNlTsCgwWXQUNZtLG87JLAxVc6WFYXRhcRza9y5pnmGaZgxpgideaYMAwVFr73L3kO78G_CqrofcMhxnH2EWqzs07vJBYM1yAQlffyHH0_MKfw36W4g5poX1Fewisg5bH_XKKVtng33DNbI3JSJcrQ/s320/IMG_3382.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like mother like daughter. She didn't argue too much about sitting with me at a book sale. But I didn't tell her I would buy her all the books she wanted until after we got there. But yes, I said, feel free to roam throughout the sale and browse to your heart's content. She only made it through like 3 booths before we were out of money between both of our purchases). Sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINMJ6mBySEi_wO0ZLOsblccLlRFfaYLMAqNqQDgHpp5c6wywgBxEepN1qpzxndeWWX6roCo3nOsolR0x6YoWVrzpCxin-FOIpe-DiNqKH3kNfjwV8kSKiLYDrzXBqU7sb7lzwxez_fV8LIDoyy0RPdqdJKQARvZXDYFIwLxHfmgZq_NA3-oiHrg/s4032/IMG_3381.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhINMJ6mBySEi_wO0ZLOsblccLlRFfaYLMAqNqQDgHpp5c6wywgBxEepN1qpzxndeWWX6roCo3nOsolR0x6YoWVrzpCxin-FOIpe-DiNqKH3kNfjwV8kSKiLYDrzXBqU7sb7lzwxez_fV8LIDoyy0RPdqdJKQARvZXDYFIwLxHfmgZq_NA3-oiHrg/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hiding behind your floof, I see. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5_aaLwx6VHIHosXuPAF321pzqj7QO2KXx2OaIC5VM2Lvj2h2Ztkzz9J3v5Cq-2y_cxNrWSYW1Y8FMo9KLTqDEylqHLNeZgHYaj_Q-HVX71XRsvHBNwX3TcKTB_s9Cc8SvomSHcMlluJDv1LP-eJqfff21gaXFm1SJfjk2hz9x-67JOLOcOoo0A/s3520/IMG_3379.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA5_aaLwx6VHIHosXuPAF321pzqj7QO2KXx2OaIC5VM2Lvj2h2Ztkzz9J3v5Cq-2y_cxNrWSYW1Y8FMo9KLTqDEylqHLNeZgHYaj_Q-HVX71XRsvHBNwX3TcKTB_s9Cc8SvomSHcMlluJDv1LP-eJqfff21gaXFm1SJfjk2hz9x-67JOLOcOoo0A/s320/IMG_3379.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Plotting his next move.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzONe-ErUd9hyl8nYT6buYscZxxYMwx9Ut8TzRjTW5vGc-0mMToMoI9LB_oaUUH731DY7oLtnzow8SVZwkeC4SMeMdw7mslFywQMHgKiWVJ_IxGKkyT9y4nxWZ_V8u75p0uzl3ZKx4mj3NEoanNEd6UrGuR28YlmRqVrKpSNmEyBlB7fnrOAhJw/s3520/IMG_3377.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYzONe-ErUd9hyl8nYT6buYscZxxYMwx9Ut8TzRjTW5vGc-0mMToMoI9LB_oaUUH731DY7oLtnzow8SVZwkeC4SMeMdw7mslFywQMHgKiWVJ_IxGKkyT9y4nxWZ_V8u75p0uzl3ZKx4mj3NEoanNEd6UrGuR28YlmRqVrKpSNmEyBlB7fnrOAhJw/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How many pillows.....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxjCN2ob3QTaZm9C_Sb7X54cOcTRkPa3bcpFIrvRdxuwtOlSweuZ6RgrGz18P-nTp_kMeuq6qFXCq33Lv0cI1-i9T8aP-nZls1sBAQZXzZju9kampPRM4O6-0ehQgQV-fEkswU7cOTU6aYGZmJEeWtpoamNaAxUhDN-dBCiIiCmb6BFkVba6dCg/s3520/IMG_3375.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxjCN2ob3QTaZm9C_Sb7X54cOcTRkPa3bcpFIrvRdxuwtOlSweuZ6RgrGz18P-nTp_kMeuq6qFXCq33Lv0cI1-i9T8aP-nZls1sBAQZXzZju9kampPRM4O6-0ehQgQV-fEkswU7cOTU6aYGZmJEeWtpoamNaAxUhDN-dBCiIiCmb6BFkVba6dCg/s320/IMG_3375.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....will it take....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wVGfFu69wVrO6_xMX7NMneKAgQPLfbj4qIBsJEtdjP-M-d1iYmhireg7neRyzpYSaDr00rWVEui7FLiA48MYdAyxTWFRr32KrXo_M1Q5rERe-KyxhM7MM_gNazSFQNyvPcMWwcB6XeYkOQHnUDFYT9pdQygQvzUlTixcfEAqVsgENXY_SkUumw/s4032/IMG_3374.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-wVGfFu69wVrO6_xMX7NMneKAgQPLfbj4qIBsJEtdjP-M-d1iYmhireg7neRyzpYSaDr00rWVEui7FLiA48MYdAyxTWFRr32KrXo_M1Q5rERe-KyxhM7MM_gNazSFQNyvPcMWwcB6XeYkOQHnUDFYT9pdQygQvzUlTixcfEAqVsgENXY_SkUumw/s320/IMG_3374.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">....to troll Justin? Abishai kept adding more and more pillows while Justin was taking a longer and longer time in the bathroom. So, lesson learned, Justin, hurry it up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnC0yC80BWQfmVZEP4Fxb2atrKEOf8FS15CoTBRC43zZNIeTfQLPHhAthSVskrLyOa0Rpx8FzVUW0DyPb9vMQtG3Zp9W69Ta3QiN3tYjA27OCWwp8kQpfA2u4OzepSdl1yZ7L8sr8RLBghSg6pdqdzVO-P9WhFZ0kfUv7xr7_ppw2SQ76xFJG2w/s1792/IMG_3373.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnC0yC80BWQfmVZEP4Fxb2atrKEOf8FS15CoTBRC43zZNIeTfQLPHhAthSVskrLyOa0Rpx8FzVUW0DyPb9vMQtG3Zp9W69Ta3QiN3tYjA27OCWwp8kQpfA2u4OzepSdl1yZ7L8sr8RLBghSg6pdqdzVO-P9WhFZ0kfUv7xr7_ppw2SQ76xFJG2w/w296-h640/IMG_3373.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's race month in Indianapolis!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZfxT4qJcRXGYGdiyGPmRXAyL6MjTK7E3Z5FtRIr9XKU7GBjHlDl06GC7zmry50QnUWnwVbKHsAV_e7spWU1UGKKQ9XokMRUgWy72IVW_Ype2c1tZSrEYQxItZU9Fuflvogf8DNXIcpnCFLVWr9LkqXeFEqN-gMIn-Dw3S3jdPw-Ze1o7k1p5gQ/s1792/IMG_3372.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZfxT4qJcRXGYGdiyGPmRXAyL6MjTK7E3Z5FtRIr9XKU7GBjHlDl06GC7zmry50QnUWnwVbKHsAV_e7spWU1UGKKQ9XokMRUgWy72IVW_Ype2c1tZSrEYQxItZU9Fuflvogf8DNXIcpnCFLVWr9LkqXeFEqN-gMIn-Dw3S3jdPw-Ze1o7k1p5gQ/w296-h640/IMG_3372.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I need to tell Jared about this! (And now that I'm typing this up on Saturday, I totally forgot to tell him about this and he bought an oak tree at Lowe's instead. Whoops!)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOw_phZ-SIqhIGYJV5LLSxzEJ9-zHiBM1z6Z-Ps31Nq5yCYZcqwJI6PHvsqZopQKjLClP0n2Ev8b_lcYeqw5PqboMHCOk9txjQ0RxS2tz7azmF-Com-IRMMuddxf3qRrk-xhErmuOgVySDNS1PTy5T_dCDzZ61dIJJfpO_GiGJbZge0xrMR38F1A/s4032/IMG_3371.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOw_phZ-SIqhIGYJV5LLSxzEJ9-zHiBM1z6Z-Ps31Nq5yCYZcqwJI6PHvsqZopQKjLClP0n2Ev8b_lcYeqw5PqboMHCOk9txjQ0RxS2tz7azmF-Com-IRMMuddxf3qRrk-xhErmuOgVySDNS1PTy5T_dCDzZ61dIJJfpO_GiGJbZge0xrMR38F1A/s320/IMG_3371.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the bird bath at Wanamaker Feed and Seed I waw. However, I'm not sure it's even for sale. But now I have a photo of it so I can keep looking for one like it elsewhere.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7kGrUD4kX2zVwOquhTU0aduhNqO8bBLeIk2V5yk8BGC01Tzg8UPoKpxJq6du7gZky2-M7i8n1JYsz9VI2Ui111UZC_pqluwmM4MdjBeLNr16t70UtPatpP7JqTsT3yJdlmNdPAd6QVuM_7IhC5YM2H2vGONo7hJBKPhZ9SNOhqN8dkPEptNCFw/s4032/IMG_3370.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7kGrUD4kX2zVwOquhTU0aduhNqO8bBLeIk2V5yk8BGC01Tzg8UPoKpxJq6du7gZky2-M7i8n1JYsz9VI2Ui111UZC_pqluwmM4MdjBeLNr16t70UtPatpP7JqTsT3yJdlmNdPAd6QVuM_7IhC5YM2H2vGONo7hJBKPhZ9SNOhqN8dkPEptNCFw/s320/IMG_3370.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least Keturah got to see the kitties at the store. One of Justin's duties is to look after the kitties so he got them some more food. He gave them a little scratch on the head, too. Despite Grandma's and Daddy's hatred for cats, I've got at least these two who will give cats a little bit of love. Keturah desperately wanted to take one home. So do I.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoDhl-YENW3Hs5PSOshMq117xSOVLahC1AOGAyFuzOpWfjfYXTNQ8ib9s_i6SC4xN50mTCMp64BRwvIyR9IleCkSo7bgNmjZ0zdA3GHmybVY7frIr09o5VwTZ5rX1ToagxpUNqrgX-LkOoYdbxexKxocTMEPL_Ttfd2cXK-4McflsO7N0yFV3Zw/s4032/IMG_3369.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoDhl-YENW3Hs5PSOshMq117xSOVLahC1AOGAyFuzOpWfjfYXTNQ8ib9s_i6SC4xN50mTCMp64BRwvIyR9IleCkSo7bgNmjZ0zdA3GHmybVY7frIr09o5VwTZ5rX1ToagxpUNqrgX-LkOoYdbxexKxocTMEPL_Ttfd2cXK-4McflsO7N0yFV3Zw/w480-h640/IMG_3369.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wanted to bring this one home, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMEiKZOCoXmj_G5mI-uim03ckmUAEjpftXgRZT8OrnsGwuSdfSF5GZjzPodCjSY0lcT5NHYbRT05pUo0nZNcXXYcQkk7oOdg0uF7PMmGKo6akFmJZZeDWLvAQBNfBgE23lFSUqiw0Gul6HkMI4G3JNtA07M7S0Sih7vvzMnTHRlhkc6j-BLfcdg/s4032/IMG_3368.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMEiKZOCoXmj_G5mI-uim03ckmUAEjpftXgRZT8OrnsGwuSdfSF5GZjzPodCjSY0lcT5NHYbRT05pUo0nZNcXXYcQkk7oOdg0uF7PMmGKo6akFmJZZeDWLvAQBNfBgE23lFSUqiw0Gul6HkMI4G3JNtA07M7S0Sih7vvzMnTHRlhkc6j-BLfcdg/w640-h480/IMG_3368.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, my friend Brenda thought the sale could have been busier, but I thought was busy enough. Maybe people weren't buying. I'm not sure. We did have a lot of vendors at least. And it's the biggest and busiest in our region. Some people came from 2 hrs away. I had a table set up for IAHE and had many people stop by who were new to homeschooling or who weren't sure exactly what we did, so in my mind, it was quite worth it. Plus, I got rid of a full box of free stuff. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObxOBwTwl0evhqeLy4rBqhViKJowy2eKlDKzudXXLXwH4e3BCVMU1Ea_WScKx_htDYdMAtrRXwVOaM9EMHOIHKQQwNFmzn-0gpFCRmFFwJTz_rWYpYxhPY3ldIKEdi_NNSPaGcfuMrplr9fW6RPJ4oPM_9vxRkc-wOj87HA2H0J1NgM_AwD48Rw/s1792/IMG_3367.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObxOBwTwl0evhqeLy4rBqhViKJowy2eKlDKzudXXLXwH4e3BCVMU1Ea_WScKx_htDYdMAtrRXwVOaM9EMHOIHKQQwNFmzn-0gpFCRmFFwJTz_rWYpYxhPY3ldIKEdi_NNSPaGcfuMrplr9fW6RPJ4oPM_9vxRkc-wOj87HA2H0J1NgM_AwD48Rw/w296-h640/IMG_3367.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A win for us but a testimony to just how bad public schools are. And after the shooting in Texas this week, it just puts me on edge even more. Not only for people to pull their kids out, but to have better schools for the kids that remain, to be united with other parents on wanting what's best for all the kids. So that 18 yr olds and 19 yr olds don't come out deranged and shooting up their fellow employees at a Fedex facility or at a grocery store or kids at a elementary school. These young people have been failed by the school system and their parents and their communities. They've fallen through the cracks. They aren't to blame. We are. We've failed them. They don't suddenly go from being cute 10 year old kids to 19 yr old delinquents. Something happens to them starting in junior high. The bullying intensifies. The school systems focuses on issues they don't need to focus on like transgenderism and doesn't course correct these individuals. Parents are clueless to what their teens are doing. And schools don't want parents involved so they send nothing home to help parents connect with their kids. It all sets up these kids to fail and become mental health nightmares. And bam, mass shootings become the norm. That's oversimplifying the issue but it all starts with young children and how they are being influenced and by whom. Take back the schools or homeschool.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmxXavBGe0p0uwrP2NzkIkCQHzBSnX0xDfaW885wMDJEYjsKBSYOQhnt6QazrFNi5mZVKReuCqtBWWEBsdj-rhxFOZWHYD5tvNYIBA-v_2xnhpYfjl82u92ULdOmyZyAQRENL-_3mzUDABkHuU34aWsChKEntHG-xumfJlMUyy6kEaIL6WnZjLg/s1792/IMG_3365.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJmxXavBGe0p0uwrP2NzkIkCQHzBSnX0xDfaW885wMDJEYjsKBSYOQhnt6QazrFNi5mZVKReuCqtBWWEBsdj-rhxFOZWHYD5tvNYIBA-v_2xnhpYfjl82u92ULdOmyZyAQRENL-_3mzUDABkHuU34aWsChKEntHG-xumfJlMUyy6kEaIL6WnZjLg/w296-h640/IMG_3365.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9AEjLstMRCjIcVVh58PwOOPq3QiThkjvWjqhMtEpahoVE-ifXrk0SE_FbY5O5VOH4x2cHFDXsk4XNECiyURS4aIxeGWPMGzEjWkPtkdazUgkKYLslxAGTtpGnfNFTPodW1POaidi3LunE12fgyWLTTakjZkPJCI2L1zz-Wyzs762RLAUKrS-fg/s940/IMG_3364.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW9AEjLstMRCjIcVVh58PwOOPq3QiThkjvWjqhMtEpahoVE-ifXrk0SE_FbY5O5VOH4x2cHFDXsk4XNECiyURS4aIxeGWPMGzEjWkPtkdazUgkKYLslxAGTtpGnfNFTPodW1POaidi3LunE12fgyWLTTakjZkPJCI2L1zz-Wyzs762RLAUKrS-fg/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And that means other homeschoolers. Do life. Yes, everyday life. Life groups. And to me, that does mean separating homeschooling vs. public schoolers because so much of our family lives are wrapped up in the school schedules. Homeschool families can get together during the day and stay in at night. They socialize at field trips, not at the ball fields on Saturdays. Public schoolers tend to gather around and chit chat at after school activities or bus stop pick ups or PTO meetings. It's a different lifestyle. I'm sorry, I've tried. I need fellowship with out Christian homeschooling moms and families. We live our lives differently. I spend most of my week with families not at the same church that Jared goes to church services with. It just doesn't make sense to try to do weekend life with week life with. He doesn't get it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnbXTq2L89GsEN6dywQuSZcgZJto7g5db9XaRRv0ObBXqMPZ1osT-B8pQlJOJEjOWNffdmwD9ISNVFHLw7XLM_ZO7X4Dgv05ot9FJ5xz-2JqFXp6cJDUH1IJVmmEzsRV4uLSV44kpNGkVfZ8sW1wHQrR8WfarGsn7MfoNU3tbPwJPMetlC0Dgnw/s701/31398_431341322811_4218303_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnbXTq2L89GsEN6dywQuSZcgZJto7g5db9XaRRv0ObBXqMPZ1osT-B8pQlJOJEjOWNffdmwD9ISNVFHLw7XLM_ZO7X4Dgv05ot9FJ5xz-2JqFXp6cJDUH1IJVmmEzsRV4uLSV44kpNGkVfZ8sW1wHQrR8WfarGsn7MfoNU3tbPwJPMetlC0Dgnw/s320/31398_431341322811_4218303_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thursday Throwback this week is of 2 yr old Keturah in the pinks and purples trying to also be a tomboy. She claims she looks chubby. I'm like, hun, you are still a bit on the chubby side. And really, she's not that chubby in either pic. Just a little more filled out than the boys were, especially Justin and Abisahi, by stick thin kiddos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>Friday - </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xNNQiP_lxlWCJhXgP8BDoLflxUsVKFSljRMHPpURAaPPToQdVDum4Z7HsGO5UBwWnMMKGXcUvBBvLbi30s8IXplvCXTXREnO1YfC5LAnDqm8SWV2YdVkyGdbQfn7ei8BFMwubsc3Na1aGfOdcFVpD9dQRmEwlFjE_RWRrScDbggY5EbJ-FUuRQ/s4032/IMG_3389.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xNNQiP_lxlWCJhXgP8BDoLflxUsVKFSljRMHPpURAaPPToQdVDum4Z7HsGO5UBwWnMMKGXcUvBBvLbi30s8IXplvCXTXREnO1YfC5LAnDqm8SWV2YdVkyGdbQfn7ei8BFMwubsc3Na1aGfOdcFVpD9dQRmEwlFjE_RWRrScDbggY5EbJ-FUuRQ/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin spotted this game. Gotta love something history based.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb3C3NItjEYMUoykYWf533f3jckWnAdgC_iQfmCJf2GcRwid6BdYo11aoInDgBddOZIWpQVGV4maD9_h50MLQbnN9BFRc5pfOy9Z2tlqGQh7y_KPpcET_HdctBRQy73mKF-Rl1CooqRyivji2zfpwYnknIMgT1dYOOx0iosi85dn1T3ig_hCxZw/s4032/IMG_3390.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb3C3NItjEYMUoykYWf533f3jckWnAdgC_iQfmCJf2GcRwid6BdYo11aoInDgBddOZIWpQVGV4maD9_h50MLQbnN9BFRc5pfOy9Z2tlqGQh7y_KPpcET_HdctBRQy73mKF-Rl1CooqRyivji2zfpwYnknIMgT1dYOOx0iosi85dn1T3ig_hCxZw/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The usual crew playing a game trying to stack the ultimate burger.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6xdxk3TFQfgJOHlTWoLcLlW6eSEeOsZzlcoXTCDynAuYwfmOQ1qFIdOph3B9GLOBCZw5zTohgFPPJNo2YehTQfV69k9UNOUcw-tijhkY59f78UQNUnsEdtKpsybq-wyOTzcAsZhxPMxCR-gjkeU3mcQtAqxA1hmSkvWfYvdI2Zqq-fnxX0hMPQ/s4032/IMG_3391.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6xdxk3TFQfgJOHlTWoLcLlW6eSEeOsZzlcoXTCDynAuYwfmOQ1qFIdOph3B9GLOBCZw5zTohgFPPJNo2YehTQfV69k9UNOUcw-tijhkY59f78UQNUnsEdtKpsybq-wyOTzcAsZhxPMxCR-gjkeU3mcQtAqxA1hmSkvWfYvdI2Zqq-fnxX0hMPQ/s320/IMG_3391.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This isn't a cereal box. It's not a game. It's a 1,000 piece puzzle!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_Ws4fDrzdtoBfxDvADHRWGm9hDG4EgxmAElenjg0i1sevWjExaUHzo026jCQNOMpy6BPUCIEkhFRVpJxsaF0VXcDrptL8DzgO-O1qQQJD3TAApg2eq2koyxYZl9qyqpPtkZovbB-486VDL0QOF6Ceb69a5XmIc0chEjcavA9BH5xDI_xYPubaw/s4032/IMG_3392.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn_Ws4fDrzdtoBfxDvADHRWGm9hDG4EgxmAElenjg0i1sevWjExaUHzo026jCQNOMpy6BPUCIEkhFRVpJxsaF0VXcDrptL8DzgO-O1qQQJD3TAApg2eq2koyxYZl9qyqpPtkZovbB-486VDL0QOF6Ceb69a5XmIc0chEjcavA9BH5xDI_xYPubaw/s320/IMG_3392.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I automatically recognize this name and knew how to pronounce it correctly. Scarborough is in England and is often said in a TV show I'm currently watching called "The Royal" which was filmed 15-20 years ago based in a fictional town of Elsinby in the sixties. Ok, I went digging, it's a spinoff of an earlier police drama show called Heartbeat, so now I've saved that to my list of things to watch. Yeah for British TV! Anyway, it's a good show with some fun antics, a few, hm, we need to think about these types of topics because there were becoming topics back in that era, like black doctors and abortion. But because of the decade it was set in, there was still a lot of traditional values, too. Anyway, I enjoy it. It's not a hard name to say but I can hear the way the characters in the show say it and it's pretty neat.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivexQumCHAfY-5mxWUPlcqPlUAXAMCouhwtRg4GtQ2I0m1oze6scopF6jUhJZYqaGFP-7k9MScYRlZd2CEsPgvusM5oGegTAFJnhjs2BnxU3-_z2JqgIS-HIrL65fXwlWKM-eG_2i71VY_tibz6J6ta70H9ZyL80lPIP6XHPPwFfMYsUJWotTkvw/s4032/IMG_3393.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivexQumCHAfY-5mxWUPlcqPlUAXAMCouhwtRg4GtQ2I0m1oze6scopF6jUhJZYqaGFP-7k9MScYRlZd2CEsPgvusM5oGegTAFJnhjs2BnxU3-_z2JqgIS-HIrL65fXwlWKM-eG_2i71VY_tibz6J6ta70H9ZyL80lPIP6XHPPwFfMYsUJWotTkvw/w480-h640/IMG_3393.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This stack however is taking an advantage of what we've just been through. Not nice. I don't appreciate this developers' sense of humor. No thank you. Nope.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmMl4xvKRBDrFh_rXy7nzJHWVa7IE681M7qL7dUxmBchKg7XoRGWd-ekABnXdjyvWLCK2717UucX1HioLG01_DBsS_NS-URVLDePZEATOZNuM2sHoE8knZ5nne8LGOU9rRP_toIxSmQNEMa6J9iMhl9jSZUZoC_MmcFOVj_lW0qiWYzoqrKqAEA/s4032/IMG_3394.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmMl4xvKRBDrFh_rXy7nzJHWVa7IE681M7qL7dUxmBchKg7XoRGWd-ekABnXdjyvWLCK2717UucX1HioLG01_DBsS_NS-URVLDePZEATOZNuM2sHoE8knZ5nne8LGOU9rRP_toIxSmQNEMa6J9iMhl9jSZUZoC_MmcFOVj_lW0qiWYzoqrKqAEA/s320/IMG_3394.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sister game of Throw Throw Burrito comes Throw Throw Avocado. It's like a Hot Potato type game. It would be a good one to get Ava someday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEM6q2EwnW6kDinLoD-k1rh18t5tMpmQfhZkJMptUjGaPwoObuviLm18YRnnVobR6LUyVtgzJc1kRGHdsPyGnbKSIS49d87rFNO2L7OIzD9aE0ogSkfYk8kZMUT0__-ir3LWSP9YZEtYvhejVQFB_TghyvPdzyiB4lZzF7UCgBEBrIkTGR0u6nhw/s4032/IMG_3395.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEM6q2EwnW6kDinLoD-k1rh18t5tMpmQfhZkJMptUjGaPwoObuviLm18YRnnVobR6LUyVtgzJc1kRGHdsPyGnbKSIS49d87rFNO2L7OIzD9aE0ogSkfYk8kZMUT0__-ir3LWSP9YZEtYvhejVQFB_TghyvPdzyiB4lZzF7UCgBEBrIkTGR0u6nhw/s320/IMG_3395.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks, again, has thwarted my plans of getting Keturah awake. Stop protecting her!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FLl3zOj1mYewWPHkvTB1e2bOOoUy4biuJQgPnZo3D3k1uEXcdy4YJlqM2qbJLcHB2pc3jfykl1ne0KUpNZrw_VmH3iDNQOF7Os3qUCiAVFohqnKRRSLPSPz_3WJQpOhgx8t6jKMMSr7nnn_VbXUGJVh3vKrjtE93xgKgIA-lePU9gdqbZJbqfQ/s4032/IMG_3397.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9FLl3zOj1mYewWPHkvTB1e2bOOoUy4biuJQgPnZo3D3k1uEXcdy4YJlqM2qbJLcHB2pc3jfykl1ne0KUpNZrw_VmH3iDNQOF7Os3qUCiAVFohqnKRRSLPSPz_3WJQpOhgx8t6jKMMSr7nnn_VbXUGJVh3vKrjtE93xgKgIA-lePU9gdqbZJbqfQ/s320/IMG_3397.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was playing "the floor is lava" with couch cushins again. I gave him a new book called, "Only You Can Be You" by Nathan Clarkson and he can read it all by himself! When we read it together we talked about how other family members and friends are kind of like the people in the book and I overheard him tell Kya the other day that she's just like the quiet shy person in the book. Yes, that's right, she is.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mRJy096-KgsY7SXTuehnO1Z4MIPqrvRtj-SiT_vMWHpx2oXzhbWswwcKeCztUGtcaqCX1iYbuH5HD3N26HHojzG31NGdMdaMrOAlOph_pDmvS-xAVOToYsWt5D3vQjQfYG2KqzA5Id9GH_kCs-PfJXRamhG32SkmWlfy7aU0_Vd2En9cVdd4rQ/s4032/IMG_3398.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3mRJy096-KgsY7SXTuehnO1Z4MIPqrvRtj-SiT_vMWHpx2oXzhbWswwcKeCztUGtcaqCX1iYbuH5HD3N26HHojzG31NGdMdaMrOAlOph_pDmvS-xAVOToYsWt5D3vQjQfYG2KqzA5Id9GH_kCs-PfJXRamhG32SkmWlfy7aU0_Vd2En9cVdd4rQ/s320/IMG_3398.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmCv9ny1Gz6Za89oy2BRZsXpHA_3fVnDdRbiUlA10kg-WhBo-CbiP_wrVcurVKtkbIT4tq1glB_uIYDtbHPJAGR7Qkz4Fe4F5iWffP2f0j_Rmv1-lpNs0LBJ30zqsMkt8Vl5AlQVtoy87t3bwk-IO-GQSjUqrXT0n8F-o5GWGiYJYEvrGsH20xg/s4032/IMG_3399.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMmCv9ny1Gz6Za89oy2BRZsXpHA_3fVnDdRbiUlA10kg-WhBo-CbiP_wrVcurVKtkbIT4tq1glB_uIYDtbHPJAGR7Qkz4Fe4F5iWffP2f0j_Rmv1-lpNs0LBJ30zqsMkt8Vl5AlQVtoy87t3bwk-IO-GQSjUqrXT0n8F-o5GWGiYJYEvrGsH20xg/s320/IMG_3399.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw-iXpKevA4_q0UulZMnP18xL3nbKXU7k11udG_elymJt4cT4ST-n5R1NgsR5UbwiKWqiDygQO_ZoLAX9kzOg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/V72saRzzHZc?feature=share" target="_blank">Run, Baby, Run!</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyF7gKa7CMuArWBZGkP46NABpKacdE9rT6Ev-zzEixw9iiSil5lxehffipikgC8j3xv_igws-T1MFZ4xWNKFw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgaCValhGfwIrDszwhUXpEFl6sTZzcZaz4abQL1jOUPDZ8nOU7IoS5d2gxV4BpRki2F9nd6SH_LiL8j0EKLKghNqzuZpx6tmYx8f3DVpZ9sgaysZayX5DdqkRGCf_3EsvzwqM_EF2bfdtxR9Xsf5-lXURRZQZfFTLoqaRlaMeq4MzNk7LDbQgvw/s3520/IMG_3401.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLgaCValhGfwIrDszwhUXpEFl6sTZzcZaz4abQL1jOUPDZ8nOU7IoS5d2gxV4BpRki2F9nd6SH_LiL8j0EKLKghNqzuZpx6tmYx8f3DVpZ9sgaysZayX5DdqkRGCf_3EsvzwqM_EF2bfdtxR9Xsf5-lXURRZQZfFTLoqaRlaMeq4MzNk7LDbQgvw/s320/IMG_3401.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was taking a video of Abishai, so I was just trying to get a screen grab at the same time and the photos turned out like this! How appropriate! He was running up and down the hallway using the dog as a hurdle. Lol!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAz3AGq_cUxwWsOxsNf5bKCocJK00gBsCx6hSDdm6aHvqGQIt8kPu4HSpRQw0fuD8ePTt_n40u9W2p90r7LAslMJ4iUG5_x4TEprMRLn1XNIAMgRk1WZA1ZRoM3dnd12_ssUzzwIfKYRn8nqtaInAJZ6p_SDNNpbvuMuDR9hM8PCPZfkrFjslX0Q/s3520/IMG_3402.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAz3AGq_cUxwWsOxsNf5bKCocJK00gBsCx6hSDdm6aHvqGQIt8kPu4HSpRQw0fuD8ePTt_n40u9W2p90r7LAslMJ4iUG5_x4TEprMRLn1XNIAMgRk1WZA1ZRoM3dnd12_ssUzzwIfKYRn8nqtaInAJZ6p_SDNNpbvuMuDR9hM8PCPZfkrFjslX0Q/s320/IMG_3402.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhRBWW2vCRiHgDvhZclULb5UA7uLss6Ek-ErLR7OhyI8_n9wDbGoc4AQ-LIbfekS3H_k5P5LaQJ6J105qZdxpE97e06QMXU8EF17_DTUraw_Tjkkoyb6AiZ5nXL10UPJC7RUXF8MQlbI5h71beQTgoDM0o0HvZaH-a4Whp2l06bPnJSRSz5APSQ/s3520/IMG_3404.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGhRBWW2vCRiHgDvhZclULb5UA7uLss6Ek-ErLR7OhyI8_n9wDbGoc4AQ-LIbfekS3H_k5P5LaQJ6J105qZdxpE97e06QMXU8EF17_DTUraw_Tjkkoyb6AiZ5nXL10UPJC7RUXF8MQlbI5h71beQTgoDM0o0HvZaH-a4Whp2l06bPnJSRSz5APSQ/s320/IMG_3404.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, now he's the dog as his pillow buddy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLcGAgF4_GbwBqASZeQLKku9DeAwvLB0SXmMAOVfKNKksCqQ11cLQua3_2xSX1IotX1lWUaRxCnHvENQH12ghuhlnFYf7N3cuUkR_sdVFFp96KKM1LulKC-t97AIwTM9S6M7XULwMB3qAu-6zCGUcYnXU8AZijTfn0p7xVdCSgeGnxMv5lI6GuQ/s3520/IMG_3405.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLcGAgF4_GbwBqASZeQLKku9DeAwvLB0SXmMAOVfKNKksCqQ11cLQua3_2xSX1IotX1lWUaRxCnHvENQH12ghuhlnFYf7N3cuUkR_sdVFFp96KKM1LulKC-t97AIwTM9S6M7XULwMB3qAu-6zCGUcYnXU8AZijTfn0p7xVdCSgeGnxMv5lI6GuQ/s320/IMG_3405.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_HVdPcWUqBH4hT6VkXQTz9slNbiV1-2R-5wzJe7wCSPpK3-ir-w-1crZVUERsEUpScCPbn_2YCSmqvDHmZADDaylFCDugswqnvt8zm4lDBOwWUs84Zq99orn-beqCN3TR2EjUJtJVxHCiI_thkc8QcYQMGV5CCM6VkxzqDLGzErq3cRWSnLR2g/s4032/IMG_3408.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_HVdPcWUqBH4hT6VkXQTz9slNbiV1-2R-5wzJe7wCSPpK3-ir-w-1crZVUERsEUpScCPbn_2YCSmqvDHmZADDaylFCDugswqnvt8zm4lDBOwWUs84Zq99orn-beqCN3TR2EjUJtJVxHCiI_thkc8QcYQMGV5CCM6VkxzqDLGzErq3cRWSnLR2g/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nerf wars.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzuzPOiEQZUiRO_KOQSrAHaRqZp3ZZEDIB7kfr1ullM9PFi_uXV1Q0R8cOxF5-ORbPIfEgsp6ZHEOlo9_7Jtg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObjxcAjNAh2uzIJc1bRiBWFSeBP7quwYEj44c0khGBYZ-YJ8YhhPnerQAsa_Pu87iVPajWcEzUOAqxtCWHYqkTRY1mQh9oW4_NFcqFvSSNd4guwJHY29woknWWm5JXaQlfJr7446onift_Y6leLHNdicCALSogf3hUWUu_tPZe0rbMLh6MSuLxg/s4032/IMG_3411.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObjxcAjNAh2uzIJc1bRiBWFSeBP7quwYEj44c0khGBYZ-YJ8YhhPnerQAsa_Pu87iVPajWcEzUOAqxtCWHYqkTRY1mQh9oW4_NFcqFvSSNd4guwJHY29woknWWm5JXaQlfJr7446onift_Y6leLHNdicCALSogf3hUWUu_tPZe0rbMLh6MSuLxg/s320/IMG_3411.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like mother, like daughter. Now because she got a dozen new books, she had to totally rearrange her books to accommodate the new ones.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMiS5LS5W_-hvrKMtd2BmBQ4CXwrMWTSh9ap6uo5VcozScA_WMU6ibzBZg9-VnG_N-P_38pIl-UjkMkTiurxRYhj3JTsemFrlgY2XrMHyzsEp5Aa25poaDCAH9j-MDDZZvggDC3ON0nrH7vaNOzF7rTn0REq8Hpp2kXIwkZ8t1oUUkcAssiXZyQ/s4032/IMG_3412.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMiS5LS5W_-hvrKMtd2BmBQ4CXwrMWTSh9ap6uo5VcozScA_WMU6ibzBZg9-VnG_N-P_38pIl-UjkMkTiurxRYhj3JTsemFrlgY2XrMHyzsEp5Aa25poaDCAH9j-MDDZZvggDC3ON0nrH7vaNOzF7rTn0REq8Hpp2kXIwkZ8t1oUUkcAssiXZyQ/s320/IMG_3412.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally neat and organized, like her mother.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-HH8FCKowehMM4rJge-i-IK5B0itoUXfZjugSfvD82gH8sea79hCFiBaamSmXiEEKT27wVZFTP1h7f57qHH6Uzqu7o9Xm4jwSS0uHuex4D4nokkoOjxbVZasMUV3xIZW-pF9-mKO6QFdwpoY_EU3yWPX3Midqte0NB5JKnNYzYi0xq__s2OXiA/s4032/IMG_5236.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-HH8FCKowehMM4rJge-i-IK5B0itoUXfZjugSfvD82gH8sea79hCFiBaamSmXiEEKT27wVZFTP1h7f57qHH6Uzqu7o9Xm4jwSS0uHuex4D4nokkoOjxbVZasMUV3xIZW-pF9-mKO6QFdwpoY_EU3yWPX3Midqte0NB5JKnNYzYi0xq__s2OXiA/s320/IMG_5236.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were driving home from Greenfield and totally spotted a car with a Hot Wheels sticker on it! Come to find out in 2018, 50 Hot Wheel cars in real life were produced, or something like that. So, here's one of them! It was an orange and black Chevy Camaro. How cool! I totally recognized the Hot Wheels logo swish but couldn't quite make out the lettering. Justin took the photo for me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <p><br /></p><p>Saturday - Where's My To Do List?</p><p>- Finally a Saturday where I didn't have anything to do, but I felt like I should be rushing around with a long to do list. Did I spend it productively with a book though? No. Or with my cross stitch? No. A puzzle? No. I did write out all the high school graduation cards though, all 6 of them. I had been wanting to get to those all week. Two of them were for last weekend, the open houses I didn't go to, one was for someone far away but their party wasn't until in the end of June, and then I have 3 in person ones in the next two weeks or so. Nothing else was quite due yet. I didn't want to tackle the dreadful Medicaid app yet since it wasn't June 1st yet. Oh, I did switch my long sleeve clothes for my short sleeve clothes since it is Memorial Day weekend and in my mind, the official start of summer in the Midwest. I had other projects I could have tackled with the kids but they were occupied elsewhere.</p><p>- Keturah and Justin did yardwork for Grandpa starting at 10am. Keturah wanted to earn more money, so she and Justin agreed for her to stay on. She didn't get home until after 3pm. Justin got home roughly around 1pm. He's the one who really needs the money and he's broke. But ok, he'll figure that out soon enough when I make him pay up for car insurance next month. Then Daddy made Keturah start mowing the lawn when she got home. I wasn't happy about that. I would have had her wait until Monday to do it all when she had rested up. Jared is taking them to the Indy 500 tomorrow with Jim's family and she is going to be cranky with working so hard today and it being hot and having to hike literally 1 mile or more from the parking lot to the infield to watch, but he can listen to her whine, I won't be there (long story as to why not). Justin came home and played video games and didn't bother to help her or anything. Jared did reward her by taking her to get a treat at McDonald's after dinner, so that was nice of him.</p><p>- Abishai spent the day wandering around watching Daddy do stuff outside. I think Jared primed and painted the big wood J again and planted an oak tree Abishai and he bought at Lowe's that morning. Jared did go buy the paint for the big bathroom we had decided on, which is a big step towards that project. It was beautiful weather outside, so I'm glad he was outside doing those projects first. He needed to burn some other wood still that had the carpenter bees had gotten into. We can paint when the weather is too hot or on a rainy day.</p><p>- Tomorrow, Abishai is going to church with Grandma and I'll go to the other church. I have flip flopped between going to the race or not all week. My health concerns are a real thing. It's a huge unknown event. Walking 1-2 miles quite literally from a parking spot to wherever we can sit carrying everything like lawn chairs, umbrellas, coolers, etc is not ideal for me is one big part of the concern. And then who I am going with and what mood I'm in and what I'm actually physically and emotionally that day is the other big part. So, I've decided not to go. Jared will take the middle kids this year with Jim and his family and I can try again next year to fit in taking Abishai to a practice day or when he's a bit older Jared and I can take him to the race. Or we won't. Whichever. Abishai wanted to be with Grandma in Sunday School one last time and with Solomon Spence (the kid who is our neighbor) in the 9am hr for the last time as well. So he is choosing church over being with Daddy at big huge loud event. We respect that. He'd get bored and overwhelmed. We'll watch it on YouTube or something from home if I can get the NBC feed or something. At least I'll try. I'm not sure if we can.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqm6rNT6DKhZdI8fOx3RVYatGI9zU_fV_kui0AhhLxP-YCOjZ1K7NcNUTIpMhvHDccW84Ux0B7jufiI1brxXgZpOJA_J9QLp1tN_PnUZapNipVh5xivA4FZt-YFeoeX6A7rSKDHkYZ0KjgnKfLd4XJulOFTCRwz9yJ7xRx9FxKkMdDvxgNquQe8w/s1472/79B2C386-6A82-4F02-B9D6-A83E633BB0A4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqm6rNT6DKhZdI8fOx3RVYatGI9zU_fV_kui0AhhLxP-YCOjZ1K7NcNUTIpMhvHDccW84Ux0B7jufiI1brxXgZpOJA_J9QLp1tN_PnUZapNipVh5xivA4FZt-YFeoeX6A7rSKDHkYZ0KjgnKfLd4XJulOFTCRwz9yJ7xRx9FxKkMdDvxgNquQe8w/w360-h640/79B2C386-6A82-4F02-B9D6-A83E633BB0A4.jpg" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoZXtIxVnJ9rLq-qzeLUCrcv0xv8mnwtCqi2T5UGi1tnWmnjn9bpXQwrurMnhrdTWKAcFYTEKGTFpxKNIdT6qbPiZBbvp23EWemQAI49iOVqNNfhqC_POvisO8nMBFQRSPl31RSjjoFNK786VrqB9h6B9gJ5nENX-_m5K0gEvGVNjRKunlhy3RQ/s940/IMG_3413.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWoZXtIxVnJ9rLq-qzeLUCrcv0xv8mnwtCqi2T5UGi1tnWmnjn9bpXQwrurMnhrdTWKAcFYTEKGTFpxKNIdT6qbPiZBbvp23EWemQAI49iOVqNNfhqC_POvisO8nMBFQRSPl31RSjjoFNK786VrqB9h6B9gJ5nENX-_m5K0gEvGVNjRKunlhy3RQ/s320/IMG_3413.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good 'ole Noah Webster from Connecticut. (It's Daniel Webster who is from NH, a cousin or something, I always get the two confused). Noah Webster from the Blue Black Speller that I used with the kids to teach them to read and wrote the first American Dictionary.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9kKjiw4-U5R_9RhTT7RKKOyX0iebcY9UwczX_ep67ORIHJexq7ABiCEF5MKzNxs19X3zjj262-kyuoQmxiy3jU50LzWr3L76bFiBNmYaf2WrQ-lpCnKfzb8KlpPK9psj8XyYdgmNZoTse-JTcX8cwicAtggITi4FyX2hKYifW09F38LIXgM4Yg/s4032/IMG_3415.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim9kKjiw4-U5R_9RhTT7RKKOyX0iebcY9UwczX_ep67ORIHJexq7ABiCEF5MKzNxs19X3zjj262-kyuoQmxiy3jU50LzWr3L76bFiBNmYaf2WrQ-lpCnKfzb8KlpPK9psj8XyYdgmNZoTse-JTcX8cwicAtggITi4FyX2hKYifW09F38LIXgM4Yg/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He looked lost and lonely since Keturah was gone so long at the other house doing yardwork so I invited him up for a cuddle. He's so super soft! I kept telling him to go to sleep but he kept pushing his head back for more pettings! Dude! Sleep! Also, his head is a lot heavier than my beagles' heads ever were! They used to sleep with me all the time growing up. At least until I fell asleep and then they used to sleep with my mom when she finally settled down from the night. Kind of like Socks does now with Keturah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eqS6V1hEUgPXWrn30kZ6sh33NXH6HNMwaCcLlAjnaEVOywGjmAStBy6R0rTi2qh61i_e6YkdyujTd-cWKHHtBE1sg7YZxIkdtfFoq85FcFz7AWoQdNGMwH3VPTSVfOtaAn7jNmoiFH1njWZBw8bOrjPbzzVms-R-mNIe9dFywxJi3e4gPBX0uw/s4032/IMG_3416.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8eqS6V1hEUgPXWrn30kZ6sh33NXH6HNMwaCcLlAjnaEVOywGjmAStBy6R0rTi2qh61i_e6YkdyujTd-cWKHHtBE1sg7YZxIkdtfFoq85FcFz7AWoQdNGMwH3VPTSVfOtaAn7jNmoiFH1njWZBw8bOrjPbzzVms-R-mNIe9dFywxJi3e4gPBX0uw/s320/IMG_3416.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Excb9_cmqXei-CqsKa2DaV498uVaBgky1UgIA9NFmncMo8_eEmV_kHBFcdRy2fSTQa4Z6aIK_Q4EuXIMBI42CwA0kUxtcQ-c4kkBk-h7I_eOWTE_piU9KfitWKPpCwakVrzbVgluNEXT4n16HN_e2kf2zgMtdSNfwLhHBpqI3j7e4Hk9H78ykQ/s4032/IMG_3417.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Excb9_cmqXei-CqsKa2DaV498uVaBgky1UgIA9NFmncMo8_eEmV_kHBFcdRy2fSTQa4Z6aIK_Q4EuXIMBI42CwA0kUxtcQ-c4kkBk-h7I_eOWTE_piU9KfitWKPpCwakVrzbVgluNEXT4n16HN_e2kf2zgMtdSNfwLhHBpqI3j7e4Hk9H78ykQ/s320/IMG_3417.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bBvFjNx3lfecrzt3Ud29jZeDqtw8bLOsoa6ENjiNgcATCb5AdVcAUqhyTPjBx1rS8I3S6OSVGFT7OTiXL0_m9pDNBIxbEYDBm-IAzGjQdjOkrIox1eZ6BRoY4Ppi29GtwroQHG6gU46Ho-DbAemOveRyve6QM-P1eBV06V3gOmcWTE71hzWb2g/s4032/IMG_3418.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9bBvFjNx3lfecrzt3Ud29jZeDqtw8bLOsoa6ENjiNgcATCb5AdVcAUqhyTPjBx1rS8I3S6OSVGFT7OTiXL0_m9pDNBIxbEYDBm-IAzGjQdjOkrIox1eZ6BRoY4Ppi29GtwroQHG6gU46Ho-DbAemOveRyve6QM-P1eBV06V3gOmcWTE71hzWb2g/s320/IMG_3418.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sleepy eyes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeE2MjwE2uSAtnhbLwEw2vC5ebfdeNP8AakQvl5UX4RO8TesjtOmjuJ4_rdQa6xlz0J0uT1tgIMOSJYIr3woLviHpdis782JKgNggOxH4AhTBJ138-E5F8xLwm3h9EUStt3CWRNwnOADU6A-6i64ZvLz7W6NeOUhA1x1wqIspbYDzdVsZgM8w5A/s1792/IMG_3421.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLeE2MjwE2uSAtnhbLwEw2vC5ebfdeNP8AakQvl5UX4RO8TesjtOmjuJ4_rdQa6xlz0J0uT1tgIMOSJYIr3woLviHpdis782JKgNggOxH4AhTBJ138-E5F8xLwm3h9EUStt3CWRNwnOADU6A-6i64ZvLz7W6NeOUhA1x1wqIspbYDzdVsZgM8w5A/w296-h640/IMG_3421.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_IN3miO6Pp_EqhDAXtu5UDqDDXAvDzG7ch61fHcLXO1dROi38Q4V_oBrKE4Wi0ZF1by6bfAOM-AyGoPPP5o8PDJRxuaH2d9wdKbEMNyTFzpZ75v7ZVjpntGosIpV3cwigYbJyyp7KcSLsXQH0tXIRsJ6Ur-6rhkBiFWTqXz9iGlPWcxmoo8QyA/s1792/IMG_3422.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_IN3miO6Pp_EqhDAXtu5UDqDDXAvDzG7ch61fHcLXO1dROi38Q4V_oBrKE4Wi0ZF1by6bfAOM-AyGoPPP5o8PDJRxuaH2d9wdKbEMNyTFzpZ75v7ZVjpntGosIpV3cwigYbJyyp7KcSLsXQH0tXIRsJ6Ur-6rhkBiFWTqXz9iGlPWcxmoo8QyA/w296-h640/IMG_3422.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a big Star Wars Celebration thing going on in California this weekend and since Obi Wan Kenobi just dropped last night, Ewan McGregor (Kenobi) and Hayden Christensen (Anakin) are the talk of the town right now and are attending it although they haven't been part of the franchise for almost 20 years. So, voice actors like Ashley, who plays the animated character Ahsoka, hasn't officially met Hayden before although their characters in the animated series constantly play together in all the episodes of Clone Wars and Rebels. So, this post she made of herself fangirling over him is so adorable! She's just a cute young woman, too, and does such a great job handing over the role so gracefully to the new live action Ahsoka actor. She's the sweetest. The Obi-Wan Kenobi show is good so far. Episode 1 had some unexpected plot twists that they did great at hiding and it paid off for sure. The easter eggs of course are always the best to find. Ewan McGregor was right that we were all wrong with our assessments about the trailers. I can't wait for the rest of the 5 episodes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday -</p><p>- Whoops! Somehow I didn't wake up when everyone else was moving around and I totally missed getting up in time to make church AGAIN. Thankfully Jared woke me up just before he and the kids walked out the door to go over to Jim's to go to the race at 9:15am. Otherwise, I think I would have slept on until 11am or something! I ended up watching 3 sermons that tied in together from both our churches and the one Gary was talking at this morning. Yeah for technology! Abishai was at Indian Creek with Grandma, where he said goodbye to his favorite 1st grade volunteer, and our neighbor Solomon Spence, and had his last Sunday School class with Grandma in 1st grade. I spent too long then trying to get stuff ready to see the Indy 500 from my end before Abishai got dropped off so I had to take my shower later in the afternoon.</p><p>- After Abishai and I watched the pre-race festivities and the drop of the green flag, we called Daddy to see if we could hear the roar of the engines as they zoomed past. And we could! It was fantastic! We could barely talk to Daddy in between the groups of Indy cars that went by. You could literally hear the smile in Jared's voice though. And he tried to describe the flyover by the Thunderbirds, too. He was having a blast already. After we hung up with Daddy, we went out to McDonald's to get some lunch and run off some steam. Abishai got the normal chicken nuggets and fries and sprite. He wolfed that down and spent a long time on the indoor playground making up stories. I had my usually mocha frappe with bunless burger and fries. I dipped them in honey mustard thinking it would be sweet like CFA sauce and it was certainly not. Whoops. Meanwhile I kept watching the race on my phone. I saw the first crash and it was in turn 2. The vehicle rested finally, about 150 yds down the back stretch from the kids. There were multiple accidents throughout.</p><p>- After Abishai was sufficiently tired out, we went home for screen time. I couldn't tear myself away from watching what was going on with the race, so I listened to it while I showered! First time doing that, lol. By the time I was done with the shower, though, there was 5 laps to go and the race had come to a full stop because of another accident! They had stopped it so that they could have "real race to the finish" line instead of being under caution. I think they have learned their lesson from years past about having dull finishes. When the race is under caution, or the yellow flag, the drivers cannot pass each other. So whatever order they are in, that's the order they would win in. And that's no fun. So, they fully stopped after they pulled off into pit row. Well, someone stalled and they couldn't actually get into their pit areas, so no one could get any help from their pit crew like extra water or gas or anything. I did see them get umbrellas for shade. But in order to keep it fair, whoever was in charge told the pit crews to stay clear. And I'm sure the pit crews easily agreed. The drivers and crews are good friends anyway. Some are teammates and I've seen a lot of drivers congratulate each other and tease each other and cheer each other on. Indy Car racing is like that, a big family. </p><p>- It was a very hot track, 119 at surface level, and there was tons of debris from the tires being beat up, thus causing some of the accidents, too. So, when the cars did roll out, first under caution with pace car to warm their cars and tires back up, and then under green, within 1-2 laps, of real racing and a couple of changes of place, they were back under caution for the final lap! The leader was up front with 5 laps to go ended up being the winner because he just gunned it and stay up front! Marcus Ericsson, a young Swede, but I don't think he was rookie, won the day. I saw an interview between him and Tony Kanaan, a much older driver and could see Tony teasing him about gunning it and all that. I believe Tony was 2nd and he's been in the top 5 many times himself and is well known.</p><p>- Overall, it was an incredible race for Jared and the kids to go to. Thunderbirds overhead, perfect weather with clear blue skies and 83 degrees, many accidents right in front of them, very interesting ending with a Swedish young guy winning. The kids LOVED IT, which again, really surprises me, especially these two who don't show a ton of emotion. I even found Keturah this morning (it's Monday morning after the race) watching clips on YouTube before getting up for the day of the end of the race because she actually didn't see the finish line of course since they were on the other side of the track. How adorable! I'm nearly in tears that they've had this wonderful experience with their Dad. I've begged and pleaded for these kinds of bonding times for years. I'm grateful I got to experience it from home, too. I didn't have to be anxious and tax my body out there. I could just let the experience be what it was. </p><p>- Once everyone got home, we got to spend the evening with Benaiah and Ava at Gary and Leah's house for Benaiah's early birthday dinner. Benaiah asked for grilled food, garden salad, fruit salad, and of all things asparagus! Sophisticated taste for a 20 year old! Yes, a 20 yr old! We have a 20 year old! I was 20 years old when I birthed this child. How can this be?! I really don't know how 20 years have passed. But it has. I wrote him a nice card about how proud I am of him and how I don't have to worry one ounce about him. I don't text him much because I don't need to remind him about this or that. He has everything handled. He talks to Jared if he has a question. He lets me ask questions on Sunday and he does answer them for the most part if I ask them well. We just can't get into anything political or philosophical. And I agree. I did have a few fun things I picked up for him. I board game he can play with his small group themed about the TV show "The Office" and then some macaroons to eat and some macaroon looking candles to burn. All from Aldi's of course. Uncle Aaron had sent along a gun lock from his office for when Benaiah is ready to purchase his first firearm at age 21. Benaiah is talking a lot about this and has done all the research on it, including the brand new constitutional carry law that just came into affect. He's allowed to own a gun at age 18, but can't buy one or buy ammo until age 21. And the new law means you don't need a permit anymore in the state of Indiana. Now if he goes over the border into a different state, he has to abide by those laws and he might be able to carry any guns on his own. There are other laws like having a gun and ammo separated while in a vehicle and all that. And there are still background checks when purchasing a gun. But Benaiah also already knows where to buy a gun from reputable dealers. So, like Jared, and actually more than Jared has ever done with it, Benaiah has done all the research and will be ready and responsible when the time comes. And since Ava was right there, I asked her what her feelings were on it and she said her family are very much rednecks and she's ok with it, same as I am. Benaiah's been talking to her dad a lot about it, too. So all is good there. And although we just had that mass shooting again in Texas by an 18 yr old and the other shooting by a 19 yr old in a grocery store, I trust my son and I know how we've brought him up with talking about guns and gun safety. And I totally know what my son is up to these days as well. He has zero time for video games. We had a lovely evening. No triggers. Well, except that Socks got a full piece of bread because he was acting hungry. I hadn't had a chance to feed him at home before we left. But whatever. That's why I limit my time over there. And I do my upmost for my kids and dog here. </p><p>- It was an excellent Sunday. But now, I've been lazy all weekend and I have to tuck in and "work" on Monday. I've been in full summer do nothing mode all this week. There's no deadlines so I do nothing. I need to read. I need to start working on Justin's senior year. I should work on Abishai's Lego table. Perhaps get Abishai's next up size summer clothes down? But I'm not sure he needs them. Is there outside work for me to do? Do I push more and just buy the pool? Because now Jared is really balking at the idea. And I need to spend time just talking. There's a lot of the computer/talking/reading type of work I should be doing, so it's hard for others to see that kind of work and hard for me to acknowledge that it is work if I've just been sitting. I even went around the house on Saturday trying to find physical work to do and could find anything major to work on and what I did find I couldn't do because I need certain people to do it with. I just need to pick something and go with it. That's all. And I will.</p><p>- Happy Memorial Day, Sunday!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiau-s9P8qVqEwK0JsMnym3TzdrRKrgYZZJcmVhPdQ61HhYKWfZvPG3RfX_hXxHeJx5h0bU-NRqYgSDBU30aH6B_Oo79bUAVsiGqtRK3N76RZ-TspxwLT1AottisB02sF5BKaUTvTWdGeuN5RU7lcjKfUrcbmxVER_jVGCkC9xVs2TOtaDcFIS8zw/s1792/IMG_3429.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiau-s9P8qVqEwK0JsMnym3TzdrRKrgYZZJcmVhPdQ61HhYKWfZvPG3RfX_hXxHeJx5h0bU-NRqYgSDBU30aH6B_Oo79bUAVsiGqtRK3N76RZ-TspxwLT1AottisB02sF5BKaUTvTWdGeuN5RU7lcjKfUrcbmxVER_jVGCkC9xVs2TOtaDcFIS8zw/w296-h640/IMG_3429.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I followed my crew as they drove over to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway via Justin's phone. The speedway is inside the 465 highway circle, so in the city, and take up a massive amount of acreage because it's more than a mile long. The oval is 2.5 miles itself as the cars make 200 laps for 500 miles in the race itself. And then you have all the premiere parking on the grass outside the racetrack. All the homes around there also open up their grass for parking. I think our crew parked at a home because as I was tracking them home, I saw that they were at W. Lynhurst St which is weird because we have a Lynhurst Dr in our neighborhood, lol. The track is about 35 minutes from our house. I used to drive over there every other week because my first personal counselor's office was over there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3pLCLZjg6ro24zFNeRvVD6fUL6DXmWSi_tILZZdyJESpNU-9V6n4iAqS_vDFGjdUH9s2Gd2PYOm7TyhL4wDjHr43_AtWVdqPWhPHNGTtg2xCj_vewfAPeUDTffATUCaMQAv3GX_eGlV6VKTE4ksQA4RvqICFg08DTOY_LkSthOmUAqKCGFDIKA/s1792/IMG_3430.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3pLCLZjg6ro24zFNeRvVD6fUL6DXmWSi_tILZZdyJESpNU-9V6n4iAqS_vDFGjdUH9s2Gd2PYOm7TyhL4wDjHr43_AtWVdqPWhPHNGTtg2xCj_vewfAPeUDTffATUCaMQAv3GX_eGlV6VKTE4ksQA4RvqICFg08DTOY_LkSthOmUAqKCGFDIKA/w296-h640/IMG_3430.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At this point, I think they were walking to the racetrack. The racetrack is big enough to house the IMS museum, part of a golf track, all the garages, room for a concert stage and party, the huge pagoda you see on TV, tons of other grass and buildings, etc. It's just humongous. The crowd today was 325,000 people. That's twice the population of everyone on PEI, the city of Manchester, or Franklin Township, all at the same venue trying to get in and get out at the same event. It's the biggest sporting event in the world. It's the biggest spectacle in racing as they say. And somehow, people go and have a great time and no one gets hurt, at least anymore. There used to be too much drinking and arrests were made for misconduct. Now it's much more family friendly. Still, I'd be too overwhelmed by it and all that walking is too much for me on a good day without crowds. But Jared and the kids seemed to have a great spot with lots of room. And I think being on the grass would be much more comfortable than being in the stands. You can stretch out, stand up, sit down, and you're really close to the action. You can stand up on the hill and see a little better for a bit if you'd like. And it looked a bit quieter, too, without the mass of people, even cooler.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuaYIysT3uVsMW3FvD5VD--MX3QNq0UoFARY9ZJEwuGntME7UUg5wlrQaFr_ttb6ekgn6p1DeNEb-cr-A86uq_oS6x44D2IcxIo8zfLZV_NTsehktQVRZsCZ564kNCi99tV40yhd8H_Eijx_DPF7hWu26fIfvPTDkpJZPkbnf8fUCTpnK_7Cl0A/s1792/IMG_3431.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmuaYIysT3uVsMW3FvD5VD--MX3QNq0UoFARY9ZJEwuGntME7UUg5wlrQaFr_ttb6ekgn6p1DeNEb-cr-A86uq_oS6x44D2IcxIo8zfLZV_NTsehktQVRZsCZ564kNCi99tV40yhd8H_Eijx_DPF7hWu26fIfvPTDkpJZPkbnf8fUCTpnK_7Cl0A/w296-h640/IMG_3431.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They left at 9:30. It took them nearly 2 hrs to get there, walk, and get settled in.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h3Mis-SjAGeeCC7T0WOL8YH_QVpcyTd0tfHqxl_DBMSaWlExEPpxA-BvJ3L39GiSGXxGkbxUBt30rzwlJGi1T1YqSB34Mpq4J2rAD4Ht4flIDUYo0W8ClMxgtb-2CIxJRwcP-AjiN29Bq_jIQeuCG-Mm2dU-9pOq4YjNUoQRQxkHFKiAZ4MMtA/s1792/IMG_3432.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9h3Mis-SjAGeeCC7T0WOL8YH_QVpcyTd0tfHqxl_DBMSaWlExEPpxA-BvJ3L39GiSGXxGkbxUBt30rzwlJGi1T1YqSB34Mpq4J2rAD4Ht4flIDUYo0W8ClMxgtb-2CIxJRwcP-AjiN29Bq_jIQeuCG-Mm2dU-9pOq4YjNUoQRQxkHFKiAZ4MMtA/w296-h640/IMG_3432.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia40ys8HzAQJz0c5Fum7AE8_lNbw_Er-iQZAipywChPc8Hk8CuxuUlAf1F8sWn7FS84XKYesh4psYuXnXSvlbtVSOUMHxkdOsj2Q9-MWCNt8iagNQ_oIOGa6-CNq9s-LgZd-jUozav0M4yPQ_37rvCdTnV8vycWM0REN-oCmkRRxXh-ObFpVGLYA/s1792/IMG_3433.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia40ys8HzAQJz0c5Fum7AE8_lNbw_Er-iQZAipywChPc8Hk8CuxuUlAf1F8sWn7FS84XKYesh4psYuXnXSvlbtVSOUMHxkdOsj2Q9-MWCNt8iagNQ_oIOGa6-CNq9s-LgZd-jUozav0M4yPQ_37rvCdTnV8vycWM0REN-oCmkRRxXh-ObFpVGLYA/w296-h640/IMG_3433.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rOjfqeXtwIeuwgEMBjFbAkbkTIIhIJKtPJ8jVHF-g2lcPl4Y3VHEbhOIaEa3FUSYLBiYmSskq1Wp2ZblICer4uRbVoXBrTVe_6ya8wZc8qv3WxmYwjqAztiCmI8y_liLCTRVgrMsf7KCbwy7Arv2bYibZiU9ttwmTE4MRW8s2N6ZEdPvJ3_NJA/s1792/IMG_3434.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rOjfqeXtwIeuwgEMBjFbAkbkTIIhIJKtPJ8jVHF-g2lcPl4Y3VHEbhOIaEa3FUSYLBiYmSskq1Wp2ZblICer4uRbVoXBrTVe_6ya8wZc8qv3WxmYwjqAztiCmI8y_liLCTRVgrMsf7KCbwy7Arv2bYibZiU9ttwmTE4MRW8s2N6ZEdPvJ3_NJA/w640-h296/IMG_3434.PNG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since I stayed home, I actually got to listen to 3 sermons today! I only caught a few minutes of Gary's sermon at E. 91st St. but it was about forgiveness. It was very appropriate for what I've been going through this week. And it went well with the other two sermons.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wtRo36IoY6KLEIMBXb2nOqhfS86Fev2EPnbNEDhe90tOpcuT6rNFPvsfopD-8Np7ZG3HTxPUnr8UcOziM6nnyDPUNtGup4sLr8TzxuRS3vfz_eIze8A4x2TLRMD_g5CZMlAiZCBJPcXkvzEQd8mEc3XgtzgKs_g7X1UWZxLs0WA6FOuuw6f-OQ/s1792/IMG_3435.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wtRo36IoY6KLEIMBXb2nOqhfS86Fev2EPnbNEDhe90tOpcuT6rNFPvsfopD-8Np7ZG3HTxPUnr8UcOziM6nnyDPUNtGup4sLr8TzxuRS3vfz_eIze8A4x2TLRMD_g5CZMlAiZCBJPcXkvzEQd8mEc3XgtzgKs_g7X1UWZxLs0WA6FOuuw6f-OQ/w296-h640/IMG_3435.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pastor Brett preached on Daniel 7, one of the most important prophecy passages in all of Scripture. However, no one preaches on the prophecy passages because they get caught up on the weird beasts and meanings and what represents what. Pastor Brett did a great job sorting it all out for us. Ch. 7 is actually straight forward and correlates well with Daniel 2 and the statue made up of different materials that represents the ancient kingdoms and the coming kingdom of Jesus. The application was to not to worry because God is sovereign and he will end this at the end. There was a judgment seat in the chapter, so yes, there will be judgment on the ruler of darkness, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhD9dmVWjl1Ezq1OggWJ3NIxb72tXp9cAi6rAHxkwxFYCBO65AF4LqiFI8XRW7GxUlOaVs0Q7zTaLvwqri_z6-a686XBOhBxJdQM1XpIHcp25iHfl_zcicrWByfw_ikWXNZWLW4RCH6PulurwVc1gMEtRfz73qDEfMUXa8x3s9aFmAjGms5nsFA/s1792/IMG_3438.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibhD9dmVWjl1Ezq1OggWJ3NIxb72tXp9cAi6rAHxkwxFYCBO65AF4LqiFI8XRW7GxUlOaVs0Q7zTaLvwqri_z6-a686XBOhBxJdQM1XpIHcp25iHfl_zcicrWByfw_ikWXNZWLW4RCH6PulurwVc1gMEtRfz73qDEfMUXa8x3s9aFmAjGms5nsFA/w296-h640/IMG_3438.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend of Pastor Dan's preached at the Creek today. 1 Peter about being exiles here on this earth and how as followers of Jesus, being on earth does feel uncomfortable, and it should be. It is not our home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMD4vqlBCfRixFyXpUiBPYQQ2KzTBILD9MY_e6AfaePoFMxu3-oQ_NswF6YHDfXHeW589JGWwG6R33n9dGjDOuYV2DvwaV6PuaIBJ7iVA_9CMF3_ue_kBLpjomKq5MiYmUZD-n9IFbD7l1i9-0wYg3gk-6NxCdcSnEPPzBIfrFzdUvvhtOzc_pA/s1792/IMG_3439.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMD4vqlBCfRixFyXpUiBPYQQ2KzTBILD9MY_e6AfaePoFMxu3-oQ_NswF6YHDfXHeW589JGWwG6R33n9dGjDOuYV2DvwaV6PuaIBJ7iVA_9CMF3_ue_kBLpjomKq5MiYmUZD-n9IFbD7l1i9-0wYg3gk-6NxCdcSnEPPzBIfrFzdUvvhtOzc_pA/w296-h640/IMG_3439.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally found their area. I'm sure they could have picked anywhere within the green space. General admission was this whole area. However, it was perfect viewing of both turn 2 and turn 3 AND the accidents that happened on turn 2, bumped off the wall and landed in the grass practically in front of them down the backstretch about 100 yards! Crazy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhh-xCCjNEC1G13nfhCLhFMB12AQyDCrnjF0WR39d-3wRLtukfMzAXHrhkOA-eIAwhk-42j6ZH_2knH77sMNJvkYw2qhOK7h2b-drFr1nDwN99ABzG6vWGm4uOzy-9ro9hoyjJOObUPC9lNJOfD-dWZki4LE1bdPftc646TcEY8lclonb814fEZw/s1792/IMG_3440.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhh-xCCjNEC1G13nfhCLhFMB12AQyDCrnjF0WR39d-3wRLtukfMzAXHrhkOA-eIAwhk-42j6ZH_2knH77sMNJvkYw2qhOK7h2b-drFr1nDwN99ABzG6vWGm4uOzy-9ro9hoyjJOObUPC9lNJOfD-dWZki4LE1bdPftc646TcEY8lclonb814fEZw/s320/IMG_3440.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So close to track! Again, the videos will show just how awesome this spot was!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__MSGL85-1I_BK637OcnJfodQrpFSCkwVReXYNIDxJzGUmkst-qCawtko-XabhoPG3oAxi9jD0K00ossNsX6Nw_gNGyMiYlZ3tVNivq8IMAU7RDF8WV9JJS6f2Q9gAehd_-2aYKb4MBprXQgzR8PKNRHWa6k9TyNZzRZBESNV_eSFLBW_KHZvlg/s1792/IMG_3441.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__MSGL85-1I_BK637OcnJfodQrpFSCkwVReXYNIDxJzGUmkst-qCawtko-XabhoPG3oAxi9jD0K00ossNsX6Nw_gNGyMiYlZ3tVNivq8IMAU7RDF8WV9JJS6f2Q9gAehd_-2aYKb4MBprXQgzR8PKNRHWa6k9TyNZzRZBESNV_eSFLBW_KHZvlg/s320/IMG_3441.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried listening on the radio, but I can't keep up with just the vocal. Plus, it's the wrong kind of gabber. I want the actual feed of what's going on, like the national anthem and such.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Here's the playlist of all our Indy 500 videos, from my recordings of our TV to Jared recording everything from the Thunderbirds and National Anthem, to the Indy Cars in their pole positions, to going fast under a green flag to going slow under a caution flag, to them coming home very slowly through traffic. Enjoy!</p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsS3yK3XJrI&list=PLpKT2kP0z_mwuntDgukJa5KmNELm_NikR&index=25" target="_blank">Indy 500 May 29th, 2022 Playlist</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqSUz9skfX26Brh4zwupEUhfoSLjuzrlFJbjSApQpkjj-iIfxpqb7iSz-0fcMtEb3g2I4dayoVn4zBZNc9VdGZsdqj83pKi4TIqh_oXD8fxfNJN4qExDcACLgvnhZB1RvFlWl3AI6xaNcE1WbOKB9n9jHswl8sZi35ysbYIeQH54KWJWH9eInTQ/s4032/IMG_3442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqSUz9skfX26Brh4zwupEUhfoSLjuzrlFJbjSApQpkjj-iIfxpqb7iSz-0fcMtEb3g2I4dayoVn4zBZNc9VdGZsdqj83pKi4TIqh_oXD8fxfNJN4qExDcACLgvnhZB1RvFlWl3AI6xaNcE1WbOKB9n9jHswl8sZi35ysbYIeQH54KWJWH9eInTQ/s320/IMG_3442.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found a couple of feeds on YouTube, but they had to put a logo over it because we still had a blackout. They do that for Indianapolis to encourage everyone to go to the race until all tickets are sold. The only time it was sold out was for the 100th running. People will pay now for NBC Sports or something but I think even that is blacked out, but we don't have that. You have to mess with your VPN and pretend you live somewhere else. But I could at least hear most of what was going on and get a side view. I did end up finding another video at the end of the race with no logo so that was awesome.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwqK6NOyqTO5ycgOyL_6G48AY7b9EbWHs_OToWKUKJ709Zm1hqSsmdZ8WUEKGGQYetgWhtVqyYtlnsLgFCi45FutoWWIc3nW03QFZPakLXSxo2D1480Sv-pO-0Sp8lDT2w9oxYP32YS-D0IGv1EUfGb0his5w6ia8kdF8X1zgxN4b106VUK8SYw/s4032/IMG_3449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxwqK6NOyqTO5ycgOyL_6G48AY7b9EbWHs_OToWKUKJ709Zm1hqSsmdZ8WUEKGGQYetgWhtVqyYtlnsLgFCi45FutoWWIc3nW03QFZPakLXSxo2D1480Sv-pO-0Sp8lDT2w9oxYP32YS-D0IGv1EUfGb0his5w6ia8kdF8X1zgxN4b106VUK8SYw/s320/IMG_3449.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took Abishai out to lunch. I watched race stuff and he got to expend some energy. It was just the same type of Sunday dinner we used to have at the Rutherfords house when Benaiah was little. That was a full on Sunday meal with roast and mashed potatoes. Allen Rutherford would jerry rig his sattelite dish to get the raw news feed of the race without all the commentary and we would watch it with him in his family room. He would sit in his easy chair and make this or that comment himself. He used to be involved with racing when he was younger. I miss his grumbles. He's still around, but we don't see them anymore. Some of the best memories though of bringing our 3 babies there though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEtkLffk1xesO3eC1cpyL79DJAbggQmQsWafMU6W98BerHHb8YpwtLGF4ai6Pzy3rfsnR5GY2XfrB35uoTEBnzXQjeyUbXQSSapX7A6LHSy8vCqvfStuZTOb3VEEs2rI-JRZ9oN-ekkX9LOUWNYXnADLl5NSbydfarMa6EErGeL25_PbPn5E8ow/s4032/IMG_3451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEtkLffk1xesO3eC1cpyL79DJAbggQmQsWafMU6W98BerHHb8YpwtLGF4ai6Pzy3rfsnR5GY2XfrB35uoTEBnzXQjeyUbXQSSapX7A6LHSy8vCqvfStuZTOb3VEEs2rI-JRZ9oN-ekkX9LOUWNYXnADLl5NSbydfarMa6EErGeL25_PbPn5E8ow/s320/IMG_3451.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Food break! Gotta fill the energy meter! He just played and played and made up stories all on his own.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgSuNY5IAHsHnLSszJL8e8T5WmgqOdLbZCFHsH55pODo2HOC8v3Y3MZFq7IrcSzzp4xo2BlMEd0ria-Uuwsw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZkDZA9q3DbdqZVdSXFnqmzDSG3ghsDbRatoSmupjlSYO0mCzh_BXuL2WDJeCWCubTOyKwf8AYSSa85Xp8xRxxC3PZFQilMug81b_sibk02nVsDJdXTiH31gWiInM9utHlSzcNT3AsuW9kXHtdSEQQRPCIkJ82x9lyMioUEBLEoNEuQoM6xijow/s4032/IMG_3452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZkDZA9q3DbdqZVdSXFnqmzDSG3ghsDbRatoSmupjlSYO0mCzh_BXuL2WDJeCWCubTOyKwf8AYSSa85Xp8xRxxC3PZFQilMug81b_sibk02nVsDJdXTiH31gWiInM9utHlSzcNT3AsuW9kXHtdSEQQRPCIkJ82x9lyMioUEBLEoNEuQoM6xijow/s320/IMG_3452.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Speaking of fancy fast cars, there goes one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGXOtN89K3-OhwujmCTq_jb01gCBYZCeEHiwQaf8zuPlXy1BSvC7r4xWy6oIVsRxaUmjOEWzkYu0ubtEzfU9VRF0YdubRpZm0w9pCR0v2DK56LqQDsqgB29y1-zZGhGrk1ceviHR2A1UMaH-hNI_ghBJbsIo05smXw7HNl6xx9M3BGFk1cRuknA/s4032/IMG_3453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzGXOtN89K3-OhwujmCTq_jb01gCBYZCeEHiwQaf8zuPlXy1BSvC7r4xWy6oIVsRxaUmjOEWzkYu0ubtEzfU9VRF0YdubRpZm0w9pCR0v2DK56LqQDsqgB29y1-zZGhGrk1ceviHR2A1UMaH-hNI_ghBJbsIo05smXw7HNl6xx9M3BGFk1cRuknA/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is a pogo stick type thing. It's great for wearing kids out!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/GKyJ4F5U-DY?feature=share" target="_blank">McDonald's Playing</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hWZ5U8TMwAgAaJJvG4bcBLuBpzPwhP9lHOC7fzRbhGglxzNsRU5BiAJyfBxPtOv0nohKrgAr51-BYnsYhhU59SRUPRCXE5EicNjCGd6nkC788lc_0yBZaq1mYDKF-0dJrIgs2Bm32g1lXNBZaJG55g_lVxOuwdE78yI1QqGZWs3P5TWXuFpgyg/s1792/IMG_3456.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3hWZ5U8TMwAgAaJJvG4bcBLuBpzPwhP9lHOC7fzRbhGglxzNsRU5BiAJyfBxPtOv0nohKrgAr51-BYnsYhhU59SRUPRCXE5EicNjCGd6nkC788lc_0yBZaq1mYDKF-0dJrIgs2Bm32g1lXNBZaJG55g_lVxOuwdE78yI1QqGZWs3P5TWXuFpgyg/s320/IMG_3456.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crash! Turn 2! To the right of where my kids are at! Ah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kZNC9Sg4ecOdOa3KZmVEOJln62bA8kRLa_2BjFeD9A0Xt75iukF3EpnSx3ZjUdFc8xH7InQU4QGSQDbP-Fv0YTSnKAyamBCFfsI_1qX45gUwOs9FxHmuvt_Lny1kJmFPJOXM-ayFdhhoPDRKkHWWIbYeJ1t9otEhHLbEgZfdOvRmOZwAOXeX9A/s3520/IMG_3460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3kZNC9Sg4ecOdOa3KZmVEOJln62bA8kRLa_2BjFeD9A0Xt75iukF3EpnSx3ZjUdFc8xH7InQU4QGSQDbP-Fv0YTSnKAyamBCFfsI_1qX45gUwOs9FxHmuvt_Lny1kJmFPJOXM-ayFdhhoPDRKkHWWIbYeJ1t9otEhHLbEgZfdOvRmOZwAOXeX9A/s320/IMG_3460.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm having flashbacks to when Benaiah was this age/size and would wear this shirt to church, and then when I would meet MOPS moms at the Washington St. McDonald's that had a playplace. It was the only McDonald's in the area that had one. The owners of this store made an incredibly wise decision to put one in, especially when I don't think the CFA one will ever open again. And it's so small anyway. Well done!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyVGo1FzTqCPMTa_xip-fc4VCpIL0jXT8ySmc5UnF0VkVT5LQMSCLo5eDNPsbLUs-xjTfaPVOTEgv6OZPHI-w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AXBXbYp9aDy2ktSeviz-bsXCHdc0Y8_ZNSJAX8YeB9VSl73V9aiYLVuO_v96s1YT6DSX66ZWsnrAxab-cSuIfSpzKsbqoBcTF11-nWrZCZBmmThdloFQpXcuxY5yjVct8paQxjpHOrXDDZHlEqK9_ycRCdNX4ppa-Yd-WaCys4pM6Kd80FO9mQ/s1792/IMG_3462.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4AXBXbYp9aDy2ktSeviz-bsXCHdc0Y8_ZNSJAX8YeB9VSl73V9aiYLVuO_v96s1YT6DSX66ZWsnrAxab-cSuIfSpzKsbqoBcTF11-nWrZCZBmmThdloFQpXcuxY5yjVct8paQxjpHOrXDDZHlEqK9_ycRCdNX4ppa-Yd-WaCys4pM6Kd80FO9mQ/s320/IMG_3462.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Caution! Again!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDaRbtt0wI3uZM-og9RqWYpjS4c1EGcxu3p7zVI9ykVfW9j5BLMdw_kvZfhD1u1kxSPKg1DxDnBpsldoFNhg2EjSOD0kG3XIw7gOco-O-T1ZowtwpmJZqWfYaZGd09EfdVLFuGHO9BiOvQAUDBMbTGYmLEh1bHAOgd8_VQcbo2nIFIg96QPgszA/s1792/IMG_3464.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDaRbtt0wI3uZM-og9RqWYpjS4c1EGcxu3p7zVI9ykVfW9j5BLMdw_kvZfhD1u1kxSPKg1DxDnBpsldoFNhg2EjSOD0kG3XIw7gOco-O-T1ZowtwpmJZqWfYaZGd09EfdVLFuGHO9BiOvQAUDBMbTGYmLEh1bHAOgd8_VQcbo2nIFIg96QPgszA/s320/IMG_3464.PNG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PbTbjE_kVUiYJcDgmDIHXlzYOOsZJLtFBl_DoZ6-HAAsyEml39-6yihXK6mlbeEpB0FRS_DIHWqDBnshLJAT7vL1ukz9C5yUf-Ik5JX38xKBSYWXDh2F7GpnPGQ3PzFAtKkkbQ-yvRvm5GhnMscv_gfeTWLE16A1EwmwQUI3oWF4bp24q8_01w/s1792/IMG_3466.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PbTbjE_kVUiYJcDgmDIHXlzYOOsZJLtFBl_DoZ6-HAAsyEml39-6yihXK6mlbeEpB0FRS_DIHWqDBnshLJAT7vL1ukz9C5yUf-Ik5JX38xKBSYWXDh2F7GpnPGQ3PzFAtKkkbQ-yvRvm5GhnMscv_gfeTWLE16A1EwmwQUI3oWF4bp24q8_01w/s320/IMG_3466.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the accident!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXBGQXdX00PdLQmWrXpYFHnLrLM3fmImhWGGGoS1xF-3c_SHVhBPYxGNAr2zGS-CtBO6UFJh6zW6kPcufk_QztcSWbn5gD4w11FmQbo5BUBIVb3NQfPxSVCfvEfKxpars7tnh6bu7rFJwQ1RqUBGkZsS2wvke7AoFqj541P2p8c74KObbzz338w/s1792/IMG_3468.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUXBGQXdX00PdLQmWrXpYFHnLrLM3fmImhWGGGoS1xF-3c_SHVhBPYxGNAr2zGS-CtBO6UFJh6zW6kPcufk_QztcSWbn5gD4w11FmQbo5BUBIVb3NQfPxSVCfvEfKxpars7tnh6bu7rFJwQ1RqUBGkZsS2wvke7AoFqj541P2p8c74KObbzz338w/s320/IMG_3468.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of onboard cameras these days.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLhmiZCsocFm_Xmv96yxpvgnS674DlVEboiVEWxucfl4YRXmWc9-ju3gwxUd24jsLihFhQhdWLomTrF0P9snLy6oSIZNgIiqmtobf1bcbhCwO6WtusXgHKQKvRx4MI3nU6oAAmCBNvyTlD2R8SU5Xm7Ce6I9nUqRRfLkOV-3vpVSbqj5Ke3uGNg/s1792/IMG_3470.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLhmiZCsocFm_Xmv96yxpvgnS674DlVEboiVEWxucfl4YRXmWc9-ju3gwxUd24jsLihFhQhdWLomTrF0P9snLy6oSIZNgIiqmtobf1bcbhCwO6WtusXgHKQKvRx4MI3nU6oAAmCBNvyTlD2R8SU5Xm7Ce6I9nUqRRfLkOV-3vpVSbqj5Ke3uGNg/s320/IMG_3470.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then another accident with 4 laps to go made everyone come to a full stop in pit row. Here's what the cars look like from all the tire debris. It's so hot out there on the track it melts the tires!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_grT8_Zkiq-wtIbfAl20uMd1G_puWv22ppaxZm7zWKrSxjAVj2AU72kK5vS2bBCzDY6LZYos3aot89-q-ZHzvvKBd5CzxFCnLCdVZpBCZfUNqVUlSakDWfbBQgsgZb-iPE2iMFNczh61OkvLrplCuYVLaJ2EVCL-r1Yx9NLfre-Wg-IaBBOaD0w/s1792/IMG_3471.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_grT8_Zkiq-wtIbfAl20uMd1G_puWv22ppaxZm7zWKrSxjAVj2AU72kK5vS2bBCzDY6LZYos3aot89-q-ZHzvvKBd5CzxFCnLCdVZpBCZfUNqVUlSakDWfbBQgsgZb-iPE2iMFNczh61OkvLrplCuYVLaJ2EVCL-r1Yx9NLfre-Wg-IaBBOaD0w/s320/IMG_3471.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the cars stalled so they weren't allowed to go to their actual pits. So they could only get minimal help. Eventually they were allowed to have umbrellas to keep the sun off their heads. They definitely keep everything pretty fair these days.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXsBuhkgckaaJQZy1QiL8z35nueFSdB7e_enleFR1meprYa5anayc-lkD7qHnR4oc1HCMESjJTObVE-YePDl61Fn2siwrsew8vZCJH0d6NQZXh0ayZoc068N6v49PpUl4ibGNc_RWbz3C0-3ZIgJG1C-AN81wlX6Z9QxxhJaM_U7jxbpLT8j09w/s1792/IMG_3478.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTXsBuhkgckaaJQZy1QiL8z35nueFSdB7e_enleFR1meprYa5anayc-lkD7qHnR4oc1HCMESjJTObVE-YePDl61Fn2siwrsew8vZCJH0d6NQZXh0ayZoc068N6v49PpUl4ibGNc_RWbz3C0-3ZIgJG1C-AN81wlX6Z9QxxhJaM_U7jxbpLT8j09w/s320/IMG_3478.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the winner is a young 20 something Swedish guy! I didn't even know Swedish drivers were in the race! Way to go! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudmy4CL2PhTDT5uQb4tWt_rHhMOKciuGK7E_ZjhdjCrH0akiLxE5nf4XJ3qYg-y5lRf679W5XN3jf4B7Br-ohercYxriPS12Xq71tbWuomsBoUkFA8CH7XLAXm63wBWR3nqg_9QtZe70WV8s25vRZpzJSClh2eGLjMR992CkZsmZ0xjAhcW4erw/s1792/IMG_3480.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhudmy4CL2PhTDT5uQb4tWt_rHhMOKciuGK7E_ZjhdjCrH0akiLxE5nf4XJ3qYg-y5lRf679W5XN3jf4B7Br-ohercYxriPS12Xq71tbWuomsBoUkFA8CH7XLAXm63wBWR3nqg_9QtZe70WV8s25vRZpzJSClh2eGLjMR992CkZsmZ0xjAhcW4erw/s320/IMG_3480.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can look up the tradition, but yes, they drink/pour milk on their heads. Gross, but whatever. Abishai remembered this tradition and was excited for it. And this guy actually drank a lot of the milk this time! Some people who have been allergic to the milk have asked for and received alternative milk in their bottle or have only taken a little sip.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9-U4omGHv4teXKwt9lN0qqcFTJNV6TzFz64Y6N6YzsJWD3VtKS5sXlpEIIfzTqem5WC57pTNpRx8r8_4QUv_8mYMXJKMAKcAmVNrKKlXNNhZ1AglMblLqrhQJELVLbKa_V-LFtQT6Iq6n_WI1u0Nxh6D4cceXNymI1ZZN-e8Gv9tfw2lXRQkTg/s1792/IMG_3482.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU9-U4omGHv4teXKwt9lN0qqcFTJNV6TzFz64Y6N6YzsJWD3VtKS5sXlpEIIfzTqem5WC57pTNpRx8r8_4QUv_8mYMXJKMAKcAmVNrKKlXNNhZ1AglMblLqrhQJELVLbKa_V-LFtQT6Iq6n_WI1u0Nxh6D4cceXNymI1ZZN-e8Gv9tfw2lXRQkTg/s320/IMG_3482.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2022 Indy 500 Winner! Marcus Ericsson!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWUVGdd34wTQxg23T8ddJjGo7_Jk3-QdN5o6RxLz7tP7PBRtNR44xWTFvPngFMLZxPJKWSz1xScl8RZwgjH-1gf0Dg_vJ-opRsqtpDAQ5pGqvluKvcoaO_HUTcTIL2sWYAL2fE-72RlZCTeEuFiA9TXfjygEseVPfMMlpm_Is399TR3qVoxlQ2g/s960/IMG_3485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="575" data-original-width="960" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWUVGdd34wTQxg23T8ddJjGo7_Jk3-QdN5o6RxLz7tP7PBRtNR44xWTFvPngFMLZxPJKWSz1xScl8RZwgjH-1gf0Dg_vJ-opRsqtpDAQ5pGqvluKvcoaO_HUTcTIL2sWYAL2fE-72RlZCTeEuFiA9TXfjygEseVPfMMlpm_Is399TR3qVoxlQ2g/s320/IMG_3485.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flashback from Facebook to Justin in 3rd grade. Skinny as he always has been, lol. 9 years old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir353KA4uVY1Ky5b3he5VyLRHilN0J_PT0ZcGaDEUgkEGJKlADpKAVqskmcT--fjqBItmpJAg3CXTGBpTTz0aBKhLQIJ6omebnzOlo-OFW9EO4KRoEq0uc_ZIJ3oZuilE911oF6evlA2Ozyxuv0FXH36UtOKYzTYtEJQKkuxTFWL9VpANzgJ8iaw/s1792/IMG_3486.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir353KA4uVY1Ky5b3he5VyLRHilN0J_PT0ZcGaDEUgkEGJKlADpKAVqskmcT--fjqBItmpJAg3CXTGBpTTz0aBKhLQIJ6omebnzOlo-OFW9EO4KRoEq0uc_ZIJ3oZuilE911oF6evlA2Ozyxuv0FXH36UtOKYzTYtEJQKkuxTFWL9VpANzgJ8iaw/w296-h640/IMG_3486.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I edited this photo for my sister, but this shows exactly which turn is turn 2 where the cars would bounce off the white outer wall and then come to rest in the grass in front of the kids, maybe right before them or afterwards. Crashes these days really just mean the car spins out of control. They don't tend to flip and burn anymore because they've worked so hard on making them safer from the nose cone to the low profile. And they just added the windshield thing in the last few years, so even if they did flip, the driver would be even more protected. Drivers barely get a scratch these days. Just a few bruises and slight concussion. That part makes the race a little less interesting without the big fireballs, but no one wants the damage and injuries, so let's stay safe!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP0L3beB4J3HGrIPF90PyZXko-fJ1zjQ4QxOD_pbQDw7W1tgjWaov_4HXcpBomzpmyihgcjM7ouUuzeL1B5xWMAYLPCTsnQrwVGLYF86EKh-tQ2tb9yuD7YVuPtXHxq6TrF3h4rJYyzx6i0OflpdjEM0XeP_BwmFF4hNIXpkkXtwW2XA_cUkqkUQ/s4032/IMG_3491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP0L3beB4J3HGrIPF90PyZXko-fJ1zjQ4QxOD_pbQDw7W1tgjWaov_4HXcpBomzpmyihgcjM7ouUuzeL1B5xWMAYLPCTsnQrwVGLYF86EKh-tQ2tb9yuD7YVuPtXHxq6TrF3h4rJYyzx6i0OflpdjEM0XeP_BwmFF4hNIXpkkXtwW2XA_cUkqkUQ/s320/IMG_3491.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah's birthday dinner was garden salad, fruit salad, hot dogs/brats/burgers and of all things asparagus! My 20 year old likes asparagus! Go figure! Oh and dessert was New York Style cheesecake. Just like his dad likes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpc4YMEWkKdj0hPvLRMwO7_c_asEhfxiEgNDQyKVzRtsvjXKoDNJQi0HXS0e1w3gpprZ_ZDvW1X_aT7bVUvIOqgMXeBPgdUOaR4q0QIdNgQOvdP04gHDj80IzdfdTw_XDaqzKDuAzPheq3j3jsnGnalGAYZJa0DNMEoe6QX_AcQqOmPXujEc7BaA/s4032/IMG_3493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpc4YMEWkKdj0hPvLRMwO7_c_asEhfxiEgNDQyKVzRtsvjXKoDNJQi0HXS0e1w3gpprZ_ZDvW1X_aT7bVUvIOqgMXeBPgdUOaR4q0QIdNgQOvdP04gHDj80IzdfdTw_XDaqzKDuAzPheq3j3jsnGnalGAYZJa0DNMEoe6QX_AcQqOmPXujEc7BaA/s320/IMG_3493.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had the leaf in the table so there was plenty of room for Socks to get under the table. What a goofball. I brought him because of course he needs to see his oldest brother on his birthday dinner. Benaiah won't be around on his actual birthday (June 4th) so we had to have his birthday dinner a week early).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-giJhPmSkS3_DVyUNJx2gmkSONA8D6hiwlVmmW7fzpgd5xFna2-JDb274aa_Lr9ezPiyasgg8Sea-Xmn7QrS_rp3rLd3074XedsQT36XXaezZqAU9R8-NQ8LjAjRi8X6SyMVAJysdjYrjplCjSDCVzRG3rdw0aaPf7Yz-ZuYxOpGcrs109feyNQ/s3520/IMG_3494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-giJhPmSkS3_DVyUNJx2gmkSONA8D6hiwlVmmW7fzpgd5xFna2-JDb274aa_Lr9ezPiyasgg8Sea-Xmn7QrS_rp3rLd3074XedsQT36XXaezZqAU9R8-NQ8LjAjRi8X6SyMVAJysdjYrjplCjSDCVzRG3rdw0aaPf7Yz-ZuYxOpGcrs109feyNQ/s320/IMG_3494.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Singing happy birthday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6f2GCIagT_LexTtXfMbxsD91DiafnmKlGABZb_EIx7fXUpEk0msaQN8hHGxN8LTJI3syyg1N8qXkjI593qA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77yLM_sCP86i-3RsmqG6qb1VQv9x6Mc8BO1XyW1LInv5vXHHZX1UOpd-2uKRTudyI_AqAnmuOwg8C3hEhTNWKeBPd4QRXyw0DuW5eUgYTZZpSkT7ZVmPIRgw3gqej2sDe0OH06_STqgRTbHx4au10sklUAlNFP_RRiehH0MuzSS-yiin45i24Fw/s3520/IMG_3496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77yLM_sCP86i-3RsmqG6qb1VQv9x6Mc8BO1XyW1LInv5vXHHZX1UOpd-2uKRTudyI_AqAnmuOwg8C3hEhTNWKeBPd4QRXyw0DuW5eUgYTZZpSkT7ZVmPIRgw3gqej2sDe0OH06_STqgRTbHx4au10sklUAlNFP_RRiehH0MuzSS-yiin45i24Fw/s320/IMG_3496.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lately Grandma and Grandpa haven't bothered to put the correct number of candles on the cake because honestly, they threw away a bunch of old candles and don't have enough, so don't start counting. It somewhat bothers me, though, being the math person I am. Sigh. Whatever.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nSXk1mXW6CipfsiE81hi09thTUeQ7d0agHOG7GbnYpOQ5EPToPUcxiGRUGtMFuNpTibgCz5GRI00-HNdxch3OgLAn1p0oAURuIgwbHXRhrMUtC-mli8_MrZuTRubHxWPhIT4vVOgsYmtkxXA2yRwVxr-671td5QSo1DNW4IRR96DDY-WnJrCLQ/s3520/IMG_3497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0nSXk1mXW6CipfsiE81hi09thTUeQ7d0agHOG7GbnYpOQ5EPToPUcxiGRUGtMFuNpTibgCz5GRI00-HNdxch3OgLAn1p0oAURuIgwbHXRhrMUtC-mli8_MrZuTRubHxWPhIT4vVOgsYmtkxXA2yRwVxr-671td5QSo1DNW4IRR96DDY-WnJrCLQ/s320/IMG_3497.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out that wave of curls in Benaiah's hair! He's a no fuss, no product in hair kind of guy. Ava cuts his hair now though. Just think how Jared used to look when he was that age. Hubba hubba. Benaiah of course blew out all his candles in one go.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBQkUk6sLLZho-iIQindImsSj6_rmrwvUw9-woBDAGYP4L8qqjKysSd2Yg7L2JeZkgAhrXuiXaYSE4vlErQ1M_hEQIwu5W828IMWTObvraLOdkUTMkug8sH2eBu6RIYDfcn6YjrmU92Uix6l5cmfYyNhdTwWP6AuM3wQ5Qq-SIMoYXCxhs3bisQ/s3520/IMG_3500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBQkUk6sLLZho-iIQindImsSj6_rmrwvUw9-woBDAGYP4L8qqjKysSd2Yg7L2JeZkgAhrXuiXaYSE4vlErQ1M_hEQIwu5W828IMWTObvraLOdkUTMkug8sH2eBu6RIYDfcn6YjrmU92Uix6l5cmfYyNhdTwWP6AuM3wQ5Qq-SIMoYXCxhs3bisQ/s320/IMG_3500.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opening his gift from J4.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTkMBP8pMTTEK07P3FVRg8seaCd_thqwTU-MDp9mZS3I6V5pMR1gMyLWnYRrm2WywbDI4zqWzfvkNlfGLnPA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dybIJ4H8rg0jrU5HuHFnohKn0nhrNwqjGuM2EeE2LD4ZKyOrlrcl4A-yGyJLSiLZxLP6be59GBZ2QFCc0MubQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJawc8NEjkh2IswI6_ccZ4XC4J4r5xyI_C1rPnaUY21cA4y-aiBgYMHBjyqTawDZmeSzxTAIWee9J8B9e_mlCm65o0GhO-BR-pCnPjldX4RNU0u0sqtcMoUNXQ6zW5ZFN16VfSDxAbaLZmE6WOsObrzZQXXf9rZ0ZitklB1P9pq26zoL4ACFb-Q/s3520/IMG_3502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJawc8NEjkh2IswI6_ccZ4XC4J4r5xyI_C1rPnaUY21cA4y-aiBgYMHBjyqTawDZmeSzxTAIWee9J8B9e_mlCm65o0GhO-BR-pCnPjldX4RNU0u0sqtcMoUNXQ6zW5ZFN16VfSDxAbaLZmE6WOsObrzZQXXf9rZ0ZitklB1P9pq26zoL4ACFb-Q/s320/IMG_3502.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's a gun lock! Abishai was so excited about it because he was the one who carried it back from the police station to the Uncle Aaron's house and kept the secret.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQiWzdAVWH9z7BTe6IiTrylkoanR3VFjiAovYzs9A0ZMamMNSZxm2unU8sLXdNapiShRBZk2l5LOgZ8u_wdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/Q5kkbtkdK2w?feature=share" target="_blank">Opening Gifts</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDl3I_xBv42whBhfXY9arCHd8T1uE4cQlvfYXKrkF6A7yqrjXnw-BsUKNg59WqJzY0SEWxFaeCM8mkEtoNLOMofxuLnCtvzIYLPizkLm9n1IlWaPs5VwDQYg6hKabaCdYaOWRDJ3I3zxxWgGOWRKiFfePc3yPtjSDppWhc-xEF4wcpHh2q6lsJ1Q/s3520/IMG_3504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDl3I_xBv42whBhfXY9arCHd8T1uE4cQlvfYXKrkF6A7yqrjXnw-BsUKNg59WqJzY0SEWxFaeCM8mkEtoNLOMofxuLnCtvzIYLPizkLm9n1IlWaPs5VwDQYg6hKabaCdYaOWRDJ3I3zxxWgGOWRKiFfePc3yPtjSDppWhc-xEF4wcpHh2q6lsJ1Q/s320/IMG_3504.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma and Grandpa telling stories.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5LOvZ3gJEA3Wy38-1HmfdHirhFy887YqwJk2Hw_x5YzHlx3X8DTRDOfp-aE1XyqJJ2-EgntIt8LFvsdUj1x4ot_DuNR7KTjsNtkfRFaiOwOPRmFDWTZJ_5ya35Kc4Pujqfr5J2MB13jTWwS4UWQVBNdmo632EoOpUmEiozfCjjUriZF9lZT6EQ/s1792/IMG_3527.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5LOvZ3gJEA3Wy38-1HmfdHirhFy887YqwJk2Hw_x5YzHlx3X8DTRDOfp-aE1XyqJJ2-EgntIt8LFvsdUj1x4ot_DuNR7KTjsNtkfRFaiOwOPRmFDWTZJ_5ya35Kc4Pujqfr5J2MB13jTWwS4UWQVBNdmo632EoOpUmEiozfCjjUriZF9lZT6EQ/w296-h640/IMG_3527.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice clue in my crossword.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYftvlo_8_PzSK673Z2rQy_wrZ9impmL8zPiaTlRUlZvqFnA74rUkM-R151QtANQIGSLTnXe2yFXUiO4P4UG21BObLt2PPjiOf0svVtiJJKWUyAkvySpalhpiDO3hwpb-qo_1in4sdOJGM4oreJ1ZRPuQ7xWmDk46WOxAPybOAWm6-4eA_YpUPaQ/s6794/IMG_5462.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="6794" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYftvlo_8_PzSK673Z2rQy_wrZ9impmL8zPiaTlRUlZvqFnA74rUkM-R151QtANQIGSLTnXe2yFXUiO4P4UG21BObLt2PPjiOf0svVtiJJKWUyAkvySpalhpiDO3hwpb-qo_1in4sdOJGM4oreJ1ZRPuQ7xWmDk46WOxAPybOAWm6-4eA_YpUPaQ/w640-h180/IMG_5462.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared showing off his position on the track. So close to the action! The videos are better though. I wish he had taken regular photos, too. The panorama view is nice, but the distortion throws me off.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiSVRz0Gee4PnbYJZo_4z84G_TQabi9hWxu9xFOOV50fLul6S5y6V4aIFY2Kj0YitCovTZaczx3AIhQqTiNDioOQdMu8PXBLfyHJOh0fsQVqYTQU-J-Pdg2MzQZ-xTuXPZ1LGMV9rJBTLIkDz0_fvrunO8-zJOnbw9IQpMqxIkpq6xX_5NfW7qw/s5358/IMG_5463.JPEG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1820" data-original-width="5358" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiSVRz0Gee4PnbYJZo_4z84G_TQabi9hWxu9xFOOV50fLul6S5y6V4aIFY2Kj0YitCovTZaczx3AIhQqTiNDioOQdMu8PXBLfyHJOh0fsQVqYTQU-J-Pdg2MzQZ-xTuXPZ1LGMV9rJBTLIkDz0_fvrunO8-zJOnbw9IQpMqxIkpq6xX_5NfW7qw/w640-h218/IMG_5463.JPEG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is a bit better. I think it's looking down the track, or rather to the north. The other one is looking south or up. The cars go in a counter clock wise oval.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p> </p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-87910663174141717842022-05-23T01:07:00.002-03:002022-05-23T01:07:45.132-03:00Year 7, May 16th-22nd, 2022: Very Full Week<p> Monday - Abishai Sick</p><p>- Abishai was sick all day and slept most of the day. The house was extremely quiet. So, did I get much accomplished? Nope. Not really. In fact, I'm typing this on Sunday and I honestly don't remember what I did on Monday. I knew I couldn't get into the projects I wanted to do because they would have been too loud. We were heading into a heat wave. I was going out that evening for a ladies' meeting at the New Pal Bible Church. I think I might have run some errands after picking up Justin from work because I felt like I was in a rush getting gluten free garlic toast ready for the Italian themed dinner that went with the meeting. I mean, it doesn't really matter anyway, right? Just that Abishai was really sick and had a low grade fever all day and into the next day.</p><p>- Jared's Bible study is now on Monday nights because Jim's new small group will meet on Thursday nights. So, it all worked out that Abishai didn't need a ride to Tang Soo anyway. </p><p>- The ladies' mtg was fantastic. Lots of women in their 20's to 40's and a few in their 50's. About 20 in all I think. When we were going around saying our names and kids and husbands, it suddenly hit me that I'm really middle aged and not 1 but several women were really younger than me and their kids were just babies and toddlers! I really do have a 20 yr old and these women are looking up to me like I looked up to well, my mentor moms. Oh crap! I better be on my best behavior! I still feel like a young mom because of Abishai, but indeed, I am not. I sat with the older moms though because I have 3 older kids. Actually, it wasn't my intention. It just happened that the young moms had grouped together and sat at the other table and I had set my purse down at a different table. But it was fine. I had a great conversation with the oldest woman there who has young grandkids, some here and some in Arizona but she herself is a transplant from New York. So not a super old grandma. Sweet lady, only been here for 3 1/2 yrs so she's just getting used to Indiana. </p><p>- The coolest part of the evening was hearing how the organizer, one of the young moms, had been in worship about a month earlier, and the Lord had laid upon her heart that she really wanted something for herself and the ladies of the church that was in the evenings vs. the other ladies' meeting which was during the morning because she has 1 yr old. Her mom is the church secretary or something so she's been around a long time and obviously has some leadership skills or initiative but isn't assertive or anything. So, she went to the elders and asked and they said sure and away she went with it, got a friend to help and pressed play. Easy peasy. She didn't have anything super formal, just dinner together, a devo, and a game. She says she isn't crafty and doesn't have a huge plan for it, so if anybody else wants to jump in and help, feel free. Lots of humility but just had the idea and inertia to start it instead of sitting on it forever. Less talk and more walk. More yes, let's just do it and see what happens instead of it sitting in committee for 6 months and let's pray over it for 1 year. Plunk that idea from the Holy Spirit down and get the ball rolling. Let the pieces fall into place as the Holy Spirit puts them there. Trust that they will be there when they should be. I like that. I mean, I like plans, I love plans. But you lose excitement and inertia the longer you wait on things like this. I see it with myself all the time. The sooner I take action, the better. </p><p>- Anyway, I had a great time, learned a few new faces and names (which I've now forgotten again, but I'll get there), ate some amazing gluten free spinach chicken lasagna dish, and realized I am really middle aged and it feels really weird. I continue to feel affirmed I'm in the right place. Although I still have to hold my tongue because it upsets Jared and then we start to fight and then we both have to hold our tongues and promise not to fight over this and that. The tension can get to us. And maybe we will succumb to it again eventually. But we are trying to be good. It's just been a couple of crazy weeks. And since I'm writing this 6 days after the fact, yes, this whole week I'm journaling about in this entry WAS crazy with appointments and we were ships passing in the night and even the weekend felt like that because he had to finish grading papers (it's finally done!) and I needed to finish this blog entry. Hopefully after this posts tonight, we will both be caught up and we can settle down into a quieter summer. <br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMU-ko5ryMzY9mViXaqZq8YsbnU2KYV1C1_rqw09xHGRe9Qvfmzz-uJWTEhctBPU7bS5ZtKRBy3Yt3iNcgm7j2AXazsGnr4iU6Y3flGgVEmlBOm20kmpJ3sxImt822pjYRRY-c8R1CGWF2-XSSlVwkmGH4vng0IKG4W1GRm-ODpGREFnebAOTog/s4032/IMG_3140.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMU-ko5ryMzY9mViXaqZq8YsbnU2KYV1C1_rqw09xHGRe9Qvfmzz-uJWTEhctBPU7bS5ZtKRBy3Yt3iNcgm7j2AXazsGnr4iU6Y3flGgVEmlBOm20kmpJ3sxImt822pjYRRY-c8R1CGWF2-XSSlVwkmGH4vng0IKG4W1GRm-ODpGREFnebAOTog/s320/IMG_3140.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have a baby bunny in our front bushes!!!! Abishai spotted it I guess over the weekend, too! Awwww, I love these things!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD3TkCR-ccxW6G4wAUSGwrA-_LGYJSwYDkJoe2WQkSFf727jEuCxvmA26ViN4FcJBwgabbVJy9ZVYo8pwUBkZnoomrPDQ4IKUO_4gQNJlqaRClOw2vVtvpNdGDU-fW288vlQ4RnsXcsqn5oaQf2ZsiycAa9tfRHtBdOZFWE_fR4HaqqttrH0Dag/s4032/IMG_3139.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRD3TkCR-ccxW6G4wAUSGwrA-_LGYJSwYDkJoe2WQkSFf727jEuCxvmA26ViN4FcJBwgabbVJy9ZVYo8pwUBkZnoomrPDQ4IKUO_4gQNJlqaRClOw2vVtvpNdGDU-fW288vlQ4RnsXcsqn5oaQf2ZsiycAa9tfRHtBdOZFWE_fR4HaqqttrH0Dag/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So tired, but couldn't sleep any more for the day, so it ended up like this for part o the day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzjWKQkOUs145MBCdOktwr6dukKInxB3TA5aE3nDgPcNvuhzc2kFHpsV0klXzpaAYHb0lGNl-P2wVTXeTyYzqHlVyu6afQgn9jKqXz8NL-7tDkU0qjKYo-sm2RBvbypde9yVVJdW_P6SeW67vSTMbczSlPwE9EyPwX7aBTDdncK4lAiBFaS2FmA/s4032/IMG_3138.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzjWKQkOUs145MBCdOktwr6dukKInxB3TA5aE3nDgPcNvuhzc2kFHpsV0klXzpaAYHb0lGNl-P2wVTXeTyYzqHlVyu6afQgn9jKqXz8NL-7tDkU0qjKYo-sm2RBvbypde9yVVJdW_P6SeW67vSTMbczSlPwE9EyPwX7aBTDdncK4lAiBFaS2FmA/s320/IMG_3138.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our flax seeds are growing! I need to get out some other pots and thin these out!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gagbYt7Z6JNlSIn1yP9dEuSUrEQymc7fkx6CXLdf7mRvX9HlxoNFiXK08sQGntKQEQn2KxGgwqgbPwoFRlf_IZnqaoiPwFGZ2ht-9vjiRo0BDYUchA4EP2xHKfTWRJDa0960pGYp_ZqEHgLR8GdkBe0EAtpVs2NpTFuAltEs_hgM3Is6kFDO0w/s4032/IMG_3137.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gagbYt7Z6JNlSIn1yP9dEuSUrEQymc7fkx6CXLdf7mRvX9HlxoNFiXK08sQGntKQEQn2KxGgwqgbPwoFRlf_IZnqaoiPwFGZ2ht-9vjiRo0BDYUchA4EP2xHKfTWRJDa0960pGYp_ZqEHgLR8GdkBe0EAtpVs2NpTFuAltEs_hgM3Is6kFDO0w/s320/IMG_3137.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The irises are really starting to come out! The white ones near the house are much smaller and fewer because they don't get as much sun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhmW6u6BMUDJDDuFlnK7Bq2M_QqGPaz5yjox8mSEZjhEQooaUAQmSnM0_mtF9MeBeHoXMFRQxmpWPRiqFJ_1_OFX_9vs1ogUry6VTuehXcPXT_nJeXHCsj8hA_ffZHIuMOBx2XpKqqvEcoBWi7NLd18PVp9qii6GFpYEIih0Tzt-dPT-trbJDCw/s4032/IMG_3136.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhmW6u6BMUDJDDuFlnK7Bq2M_QqGPaz5yjox8mSEZjhEQooaUAQmSnM0_mtF9MeBeHoXMFRQxmpWPRiqFJ_1_OFX_9vs1ogUry6VTuehXcPXT_nJeXHCsj8hA_ffZHIuMOBx2XpKqqvEcoBWi7NLd18PVp9qii6GFpYEIih0Tzt-dPT-trbJDCw/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The full purple ones opened up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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He read the whole thing to himself! He loved it so much he read it again later this week! The other kids didn't get into Frog and Toad like my family did. We even have a coloring book if he's interested.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV87_cTEJREp8t2JE2w3ofiOs6ppOUsALSsxOoX0sw_iFk5JHcFR1lLbFisDc7UIi_XqtlMvmeMoUbeLq-rKAnpcytn7CiU_sVDE-cTp2x32dcjG0GxBSRMpdxOn9MOeDQQuTtS80Jmq1T-bOu0viJfK5enNtTYb-LV9Ojeiyx0Y_8l0VRtuhgWg/s4032/IMG_3126.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV87_cTEJREp8t2JE2w3ofiOs6ppOUsALSsxOoX0sw_iFk5JHcFR1lLbFisDc7UIi_XqtlMvmeMoUbeLq-rKAnpcytn7CiU_sVDE-cTp2x32dcjG0GxBSRMpdxOn9MOeDQQuTtS80Jmq1T-bOu0viJfK5enNtTYb-LV9Ojeiyx0Y_8l0VRtuhgWg/s320/IMG_3126.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He slept for several hours today. Just a low grade fever and scratchy throat. A slight runny nose. He could have picked it up from Tang Soo because Teacher Nathan was also sick over the weekend I heard. No worries. It happens.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiRm667NXEzRmwoqUtB9Jxu3jnFVT0WOPOxG6Sqh6UKpZ1UK3oNZZAn5E9AJqXowAVBiJxA3_YlbyOn_8EA3gqssBjsdLvDgAWMlwH9AgidS40sdCAtVFX8TUzydB55IMaV5GexgF0JyrZaV4ntfto5MBg4mDBkTWl0DVzFlN8LcU-JJUm36o2A/s4032/IMG_3124.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiRm667NXEzRmwoqUtB9Jxu3jnFVT0WOPOxG6Sqh6UKpZ1UK3oNZZAn5E9AJqXowAVBiJxA3_YlbyOn_8EA3gqssBjsdLvDgAWMlwH9AgidS40sdCAtVFX8TUzydB55IMaV5GexgF0JyrZaV4ntfto5MBg4mDBkTWl0DVzFlN8LcU-JJUm36o2A/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading Frog and Toad to Dinosaury.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pCfYq2KrHPqP54qcSPg5dRUqdBy_hiUsKFCn8vCK-1jKaouTszdSZIhKINGTaEdLOG2nVnIqFzP0agMZqnDkzTDqh9CowhAJpEpqyAyiMqtMUoDimXtvSxrt5SLJmOHAH8w8JqUUutAENjb2DZZAcu0lUEq11q6dL1iVLsdX_szOWPFqa67D4g/s4032/IMG_3123.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2pCfYq2KrHPqP54qcSPg5dRUqdBy_hiUsKFCn8vCK-1jKaouTszdSZIhKINGTaEdLOG2nVnIqFzP0agMZqnDkzTDqh9CowhAJpEpqyAyiMqtMUoDimXtvSxrt5SLJmOHAH8w8JqUUutAENjb2DZZAcu0lUEq11q6dL1iVLsdX_szOWPFqa67D4g/s320/IMG_3123.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't your head hurt, Dog? I don't know how Socks squishes into tight spaces sometimes but he does.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6dRxsoyRA9vJezoFGAyukFf_Er9I07xMQjxO9NK5FRvJ0IBpPrAsF9cchJacWJRN3GQVMTvpSyWOuP_6pQv2OxdIv05aw8ZVBGW0lRp6e0F95UaI4ZM51RZMRNbJAlgFIRRs5mp2GBpk3lex_PrqVkguQsQQKkabdlN_wvuW1CYcMw__A9sLcQ/s4032/IMG_3122.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6dRxsoyRA9vJezoFGAyukFf_Er9I07xMQjxO9NK5FRvJ0IBpPrAsF9cchJacWJRN3GQVMTvpSyWOuP_6pQv2OxdIv05aw8ZVBGW0lRp6e0F95UaI4ZM51RZMRNbJAlgFIRRs5mp2GBpk3lex_PrqVkguQsQQKkabdlN_wvuW1CYcMw__A9sLcQ/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai barely ate and drank on Monday as well. He felt so weak that he just sat there in the pantry eating his snacks. So pitiful.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> Tuesday - 120 miles, 3 hrs </p><p>- That's how much I was on the road today, but I actually spent about 8 hrs out of the house today. It was a lovely day weatherwise, and overall, the kids' moods were good and our activities went well, and we got to everything on time. But I was miserable by the end. Absolutely miserable. I don't know how anyone can do it. I certainly cannot do it this on a regular basis. It does not work with my personality and it does not work with my fibromyalgia pain. It's too much.</p><p>- Justin went to work today. But I took Keturah and Abishai to Castleton to ASL, then to Aldi to buy their pretend cashier's stand for Abishai, then the new CFA there, then we drove to GreenWOOD for dentist appointments and then back home. Jared picked up Justin from work and went to the bank, dropped off money to Jim's house and brought him home. Then as soon as he was ready, I took Abishai and Justin with me to GreenFIELD to see Kelli and Kya. We could only stay a little bit, and then Abishai and I came home for dinner. I had signed up to watch a free online Michael W. Smith concert that was literally on Zoom so I was literally ON THE CALL with 17 pages of other people on the call and might have had a chance to talked to Michael directly, so it was important that I was in place by 7:30 pm for that. Justin stayed at Kya's for the evening. Then, I had to go meet them halfway to pick him up. </p><p>- It was a a very long day and I feel like I never stopped to really eat, go to the bathroom except for quick trips and/or properly hydrate. I ended up hangry and with a migraine, and snappy at everyone. And this is why I'm so careful with our schedule. I spread out our appointments. I only let the kids pick a couple of main extracurricular activities that don't meet on the same night. <br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuBt42zsjFC_59dPgJnvrqp3MAK5e1GBb3EnIIWPf5TdmDIipcrUTD3JPUGdp439cf2r5RE6r4wax_QpOAG1geWS-OvBOQvpvdjpSMNn9b1mNfZWWDzPFw97hiOYmfm9a5Kl5_j9UmQshw1TeNX7n4sYvFIHAk7phLYve7RSP8jEJ96X2T9W3-Q/s4032/IMG_3141.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpuBt42zsjFC_59dPgJnvrqp3MAK5e1GBb3EnIIWPf5TdmDIipcrUTD3JPUGdp439cf2r5RE6r4wax_QpOAG1geWS-OvBOQvpvdjpSMNn9b1mNfZWWDzPFw97hiOYmfm9a5Kl5_j9UmQshw1TeNX7n4sYvFIHAk7phLYve7RSP8jEJ96X2T9W3-Q/w480-h640/IMG_3141.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the Indian Creek crazy flip flopping summer schedule starts. Ugh. I really don't like this schedule. I mean I'm glad we have a printed schedule, but it still feels so inconsistent because sometimes things get rained out and sometimes things get canceled because no one shows up. And there's a gap for when school starts up again and kids resettle. But whatever, it is what it is. It's a lot of moving parts and info. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx03LkcCYgcYvfat_gr1dk7roK_7QKiyX8Oe2iARSVyuCUbeS-X8YipvauSio-9ll1NUY9aCncdBHFZFznwfDS0YgDo0OC-Zo0-5SObWOtEkKx-2FjR4HgnmpaIomzPFBuIEzkqQy4mL8-Ug9zKaW9Q21NYtf3j0VTBMLUnCsSZGuFVT_7SDlIdw/s1792/IMG_3142.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx03LkcCYgcYvfat_gr1dk7roK_7QKiyX8Oe2iARSVyuCUbeS-X8YipvauSio-9ll1NUY9aCncdBHFZFznwfDS0YgDo0OC-Zo0-5SObWOtEkKx-2FjR4HgnmpaIomzPFBuIEzkqQy4mL8-Ug9zKaW9Q21NYtf3j0VTBMLUnCsSZGuFVT_7SDlIdw/w296-h640/IMG_3142.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, I forgot that I had taken this screenshot. I guess two of the Doctor Who actors are coming back for a special episode of Doctor Who, I think for a special anniversary episode or maybe part of the transition from the first female Doctor Who to the first black Doctor Who. And since David Tennant is my personal favorite, I thought it was cool. Now I want to binge watch them all again. Actually, I really just need to see the 2 or 3 seasons with the female Doctor. I know it got into some really woke trends so I stopped worrying trying to get it. Plus, I think I was waiting on Amazon to make it free like the other seasons.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n1bLHpFlHcAcMopsie9jPXlhPCLL9YlDRB_hLxotBCcqeZBXCqheltVQ7XOkBYBCx13VxahYvUZ7ycPYfSNZUaqQPmTWAvwYkJGn6fAM5eOAxvpQyToVF40rQrHeFj2zS_EEsiYc-IfdPT7Csj2h3KPgWZtEyudKw3vu3Y7BnL_FsmABWb0iZw/s4032/IMG_3143.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5n1bLHpFlHcAcMopsie9jPXlhPCLL9YlDRB_hLxotBCcqeZBXCqheltVQ7XOkBYBCx13VxahYvUZ7ycPYfSNZUaqQPmTWAvwYkJGn6fAM5eOAxvpQyToVF40rQrHeFj2zS_EEsiYc-IfdPT7Csj2h3KPgWZtEyudKw3vu3Y7BnL_FsmABWb0iZw/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0-a4ew_wli6rOiUjuPuCiBIFjXBAvbsVU2v0cajdtGxFqJm1PATCT8iSr4IR6b75NOM-9fTek3Y9aqlnoFeKuLhU0Wp9qw0zpFy9VOaoR-Hn6h4mpfrBR2kiSkKQmEH50lWZTvGjBFgYaw3ipOVAB2vKT8J4-OOejmQvagNBnh8_pISnWzRvzA/s4032/IMG_3144.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0-a4ew_wli6rOiUjuPuCiBIFjXBAvbsVU2v0cajdtGxFqJm1PATCT8iSr4IR6b75NOM-9fTek3Y9aqlnoFeKuLhU0Wp9qw0zpFy9VOaoR-Hn6h4mpfrBR2kiSkKQmEH50lWZTvGjBFgYaw3ipOVAB2vKT8J4-OOejmQvagNBnh8_pISnWzRvzA/s320/IMG_3144.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We made our first CFA run to the new store on Washington St. We had to wait a little bit, but it wasn't bad. I think the way they have the lanes set up will work fine. They will extend it into the regular parking lot of the shopping mall behind them, with a break for the cross traffic. Then they have a 3rd lane for those that will be going in to sit down.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBurQD7-JVOTEWysUnNTj9DD1tDzSRLcw2eYvIkiadM-hLQ-rft4EExC0PG08e1e5VD6QHqLoZDAI4dMOV4TEFzKid_bQ9wwiUiQCZ2M_QK-E14opRT9_NgI-gnpNYCDh_EYV0fzIngJboPhkc1Xw8velJRXuEfQh9yvUf4VZCG9j6kJf--Ox4w/s4032/IMG_3145.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYBurQD7-JVOTEWysUnNTj9DD1tDzSRLcw2eYvIkiadM-hLQ-rft4EExC0PG08e1e5VD6QHqLoZDAI4dMOV4TEFzKid_bQ9wwiUiQCZ2M_QK-E14opRT9_NgI-gnpNYCDh_EYV0fzIngJboPhkc1Xw8velJRXuEfQh9yvUf4VZCG9j6kJf--Ox4w/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">2nd stop after ASL in Castleton, was the dentist in Greenwood. Our third stop was Kellie's house in Greenfield. Actually, the only person who made it to all three stops was Abishai and I, lol. Keturah and I were fine. Abishai had several cavities and has to go back to get some of them filled in. Oh, I took this pic as a, "Look at the teenager in her natural, wild habitat." Actually, her natural habitat would be her bed, but you get the picture.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqyLpuTwr2rrjLmnVZRScobOSyUNPlXae-ZKmCUBI38a_YslSmHfhp0FFlsiqoFRRnYZrS5dGpowG3CpcGSNOrFW9Ji5Qlr-xk0DsNu1kweQGt7XBANzFW_lgAKpzpuZa3QwkSGtOsvCeK2rK55GJAfBpPQ_HDwQONM8nAgBDl_s4ghXYIhFaLw/s4032/IMG_3146.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqyLpuTwr2rrjLmnVZRScobOSyUNPlXae-ZKmCUBI38a_YslSmHfhp0FFlsiqoFRRnYZrS5dGpowG3CpcGSNOrFW9Ji5Qlr-xk0DsNu1kweQGt7XBANzFW_lgAKpzpuZa3QwkSGtOsvCeK2rK55GJAfBpPQ_HDwQONM8nAgBDl_s4ghXYIhFaLw/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had gone to CFA because we had gone to the Washington St. Aldi to pick up this beauty. It was a little overpriced but I couldn't help myself. If I want something that is a luxury item, I leave it at the store and come back a few days later. If it's still there (especially if I know it's a hot ticket item), then I know I was sort of meant to have it. Abishai was beyond thrilled to have it. He played with it non stop for a few days and then hasn't touched it in a couple of days, but we haven't engaged with him with it either. Hopefully I'll get to play with it more with him this week. It's a cashier's station/food market.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fooltaWUzDX2-0GQvAFVqvMI0pCuinYCiq4Xakjo1Bwzqjvbz2dMfUPyGEnSJMeUvZHiZaRq1j95II6Dhne5J-rjimEANC3EIOEPVPNR9nXeJNWDxxsUPo5yLFQck4UrdW0dkkBQ1TSWWLSXQgjly31NQGCpxX-fh-pO8Xe2ueZdikVeedMOdQ/s4032/IMG_3147.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fooltaWUzDX2-0GQvAFVqvMI0pCuinYCiq4Xakjo1Bwzqjvbz2dMfUPyGEnSJMeUvZHiZaRq1j95II6Dhne5J-rjimEANC3EIOEPVPNR9nXeJNWDxxsUPo5yLFQck4UrdW0dkkBQ1TSWWLSXQgjly31NQGCpxX-fh-pO8Xe2ueZdikVeedMOdQ/s320/IMG_3147.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loved putting it together WITH Daddy, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTH2xBlfxps2icLNEw5azjWh_KkDAwYmC0WppYoLV4DnhdfGgb3jGRb8umEzagmtxWy-Q-UtdNc0_kZkjA2w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZd6hLS4oAoXjS4zLRb8Fk_JJG6o8K-dzGqSgAespgI2wL8p2w5NIeyQiCPMgb-fJusdQuLdajXnOm66D47mOwsqKjH9EIhsTV3E3yzTqb2ldj6rJTB4f5-dRe0xZO9omnkTMV0o9sATh5JsAtfrIu1T3uCtPZiyguTyjgre63_zWZUmBfyttNNg/s3520/IMG_3148.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZd6hLS4oAoXjS4zLRb8Fk_JJG6o8K-dzGqSgAespgI2wL8p2w5NIeyQiCPMgb-fJusdQuLdajXnOm66D47mOwsqKjH9EIhsTV3E3yzTqb2ldj6rJTB4f5-dRe0xZO9omnkTMV0o9sATh5JsAtfrIu1T3uCtPZiyguTyjgre63_zWZUmBfyttNNg/s320/IMG_3148.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAI1jvEv0FRGqKDu65SvfwfsOeDm0UOEWkemRZtl1IOt4zl92R59KT7wqsphuybUBGflB9k_7iVpZYmPsjB2IRbQUcYwvWLJPeM0rC1bOEVYvmMp0FamZFsBUacAcD5-eVOO-I70byTEHZB9qkGjlICNxHkEK2V5ylIUIP44q5CFtTeos3EkaaA/s4032/IMG_3150.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqAI1jvEv0FRGqKDu65SvfwfsOeDm0UOEWkemRZtl1IOt4zl92R59KT7wqsphuybUBGflB9k_7iVpZYmPsjB2IRbQUcYwvWLJPeM0rC1bOEVYvmMp0FamZFsBUacAcD5-eVOO-I70byTEHZB9qkGjlICNxHkEK2V5ylIUIP44q5CFtTeos3EkaaA/s320/IMG_3150.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then I jumped on an actual live, not pre recorded, Zoom based, Michael W. Smith concert. There had been a chance that they would pick several of the attendees to ask their question that they wrote down when they registered. I'm not sure if they wrote back to the registrants ahead of time, or just randomly picked in the moment, but I wasn't chosen. But it was definitely done LIVE because there was plenty of mistakes with technology. A bit of chatting in the chatbox as well, which was nice. It was neat to see how Michael would look over at the big screen in front of him while someone else would scroll through the 17 pages worth of participants as he sang. He would do little waves at people he recognized or at the little kids dancing around in their parents' laps. Jim Danaker was there, too. The song list was shorter although they went for a little over an hour. I set myself up in the garage because Justin wasn't home (he had stayed at Kellie's house) and the sun was just about to hit its peak behind my chair in the sunroom and that's never a great look. I prioritized my computer on the wifi network and everything was fine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPUDAJ0ohqVJye9-1u69wmgtNyEbWINIAlnvve4X6Dg7Z4R6O9qMP_yGUSrauEAA7LPS66ZNZeRONTsI9Kn0XIh9F5tc-Ysac8p1e9y5eCjq401KRQ1CJkP5XARZZYkTheBA15h-Wt3itgekAIjQ0PsY405mvzPBbRVgNIGEo5ha14M6C37yi5g/s4032/IMG_3151.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPUDAJ0ohqVJye9-1u69wmgtNyEbWINIAlnvve4X6Dg7Z4R6O9qMP_yGUSrauEAA7LPS66ZNZeRONTsI9Kn0XIh9F5tc-Ysac8p1e9y5eCjq401KRQ1CJkP5XARZZYkTheBA15h-Wt3itgekAIjQ0PsY405mvzPBbRVgNIGEo5ha14M6C37yi5g/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhZEydRYw5IItPRBMttS25Us-dWd_rq6wyaIE0Pt7Lk1J8YhP9AYimHQLgz8uhQ6WXy4vSY79eANCYcgLtYDCfeFOE9aCQUrBtb4FtY918MQBPpH5KdJlOZIDAkkbt51-DZmPOr1WTzkSK69O991-vb4o3Dmldk76EEnLtYs4uh48WVeqYSw9pA/s4032/IMG_3152.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuhZEydRYw5IItPRBMttS25Us-dWd_rq6wyaIE0Pt7Lk1J8YhP9AYimHQLgz8uhQ6WXy4vSY79eANCYcgLtYDCfeFOE9aCQUrBtb4FtY918MQBPpH5KdJlOZIDAkkbt51-DZmPOr1WTzkSK69O991-vb4o3Dmldk76EEnLtYs4uh48WVeqYSw9pA/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l1wH4Z7tT1jWySQxLqpWAC-_AW0WE0Ctls8F6Ef2zWU96Jt2pcG_d3E3wrqSeaQ-QNu1aslW7fLpgnVpCqK1PofbRkACrZ0u7ox5ZRtqtNFeHUCPEzv4xAohEFtR0MY8uBsTHHH4YQHeURC0y0pO8gKZAuk6lPijhwzbCIiY-2CukHc_035b8A/s4032/IMG_3153.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4l1wH4Z7tT1jWySQxLqpWAC-_AW0WE0Ctls8F6Ef2zWU96Jt2pcG_d3E3wrqSeaQ-QNu1aslW7fLpgnVpCqK1PofbRkACrZ0u7ox5ZRtqtNFeHUCPEzv4xAohEFtR0MY8uBsTHHH4YQHeURC0y0pO8gKZAuk6lPijhwzbCIiY-2CukHc_035b8A/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGuIaOZM0yOUrawV-URzlUhrZ0_PZ415e9LiLH-aGWc-BetoQYsC4g2BjoLmPA-z0naGUPD4rq_Ej--dDG0wtCEPNkkZoWsN1iD_47SDyRQheWtboz0TblNy2L70WEWAhDZeF4dsvYDSEhbg5MbMxbqG07y_cV4VqK6wCTrrW2GqEcIAmXSRcjQ/s4032/IMG_3155.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGuIaOZM0yOUrawV-URzlUhrZ0_PZ415e9LiLH-aGWc-BetoQYsC4g2BjoLmPA-z0naGUPD4rq_Ej--dDG0wtCEPNkkZoWsN1iD_47SDyRQheWtboz0TblNy2L70WEWAhDZeF4dsvYDSEhbg5MbMxbqG07y_cV4VqK6wCTrrW2GqEcIAmXSRcjQ/w480-h640/IMG_3155.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've been watching these hands play for nearly 30 years. These powerfully talented hands.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQzdhhi6Wu62ZDAnUYtebOmZuG_EInsUQg0bp2zZTQQyTl3oQuOpN4TxD9K0EcLJ2u09mvSK6hhiT_beDtzNaQXsQ4-6BpieJ9vhLFZ-4YsGkyOjeN2SSLsDJL3IvCQ8Z46HEmCn3UcBp6S1P6it33eVwjJzKjv9SY4K6iHX6CWkkPgd3QsIliQ/s4032/IMG_3156.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsQzdhhi6Wu62ZDAnUYtebOmZuG_EInsUQg0bp2zZTQQyTl3oQuOpN4TxD9K0EcLJ2u09mvSK6hhiT_beDtzNaQXsQ4-6BpieJ9vhLFZ-4YsGkyOjeN2SSLsDJL3IvCQ8Z46HEmCn3UcBp6S1P6it33eVwjJzKjv9SY4K6iHX6CWkkPgd3QsIliQ/s320/IMG_3156.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0rlrIgxvg58_NoJ-rar9L6UGBGWhShAfRE2WfgusgSf5ke7phVbRmX2nTU3hP3hyr8XXrAXr3C-b0CWSTHHnZW9ULQSA7q5EPApSp05em2teq3S7QY9yRXRef0jIBW37RsQVSlQXzIFvuIBcNRQacBkMcRqVWVTLbN2-19BWHVw4FxTXRANUWg/s4032/IMG_3158.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0rlrIgxvg58_NoJ-rar9L6UGBGWhShAfRE2WfgusgSf5ke7phVbRmX2nTU3hP3hyr8XXrAXr3C-b0CWSTHHnZW9ULQSA7q5EPApSp05em2teq3S7QY9yRXRef0jIBW37RsQVSlQXzIFvuIBcNRQacBkMcRqVWVTLbN2-19BWHVw4FxTXRANUWg/w640-h480/IMG_3158.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vanessa joined them for Waymaker. I'm sure she will rejoin them for the fall tour, unless Michael picks someone completely brand new.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2v_2--wZELRmdCSoSvS4VLQOzLT_wg3PspvtXp_NWfeiBxObNOAXBFOxyMER0XIsC7KsF6q2qm9KaHUWQLs_X3JPwRqTgCjgDMWxf23FXhPDAPhwsSyCQ85uv3k8a8AgUifgdHffmtE-GjH2qAfv9KbOITuZEcppx-4IZLsXsmEJo_N7VQYBZQ/s4032/IMG_3160.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw2v_2--wZELRmdCSoSvS4VLQOzLT_wg3PspvtXp_NWfeiBxObNOAXBFOxyMER0XIsC7KsF6q2qm9KaHUWQLs_X3JPwRqTgCjgDMWxf23FXhPDAPhwsSyCQ85uv3k8a8AgUifgdHffmtE-GjH2qAfv9KbOITuZEcppx-4IZLsXsmEJo_N7VQYBZQ/w640-h480/IMG_3160.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_g7tRqXW9zL10Pkrw_qcWyy-s1YYBn1w8cqnVra80ByQyznqHr0oGSDe6eCeJi-SZ7bqrMPEsquvDDhOYV_4TI1lbi_hWDedC2YAAcD9Gf-APbNJgRPyzXc4A2OM2A0Sk-PEiyeUDxFO_zK8OhEW2sv4Fh4ETje-zhEkbh6WUVznYvWlK_uwNg/s4032/IMG_3161.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz_g7tRqXW9zL10Pkrw_qcWyy-s1YYBn1w8cqnVra80ByQyznqHr0oGSDe6eCeJi-SZ7bqrMPEsquvDDhOYV_4TI1lbi_hWDedC2YAAcD9Gf-APbNJgRPyzXc4A2OM2A0Sk-PEiyeUDxFO_zK8OhEW2sv4Fh4ETje-zhEkbh6WUVznYvWlK_uwNg/w640-h480/IMG_3161.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhenfWprsyrOJFpVt-0MPVT-7DvsQnmiwNGZPKBFDH3YWot8WcmvRxxKLoYUfvuHw2FFW1jFJwFPEzXjISJjsR_Vl2QWscoToovVU-iS4dampSU-nBlCEstSClDyVPVFamR5ZjrUCh0O0Wlg53YjzS9I3OtedFBxzM5WptLcjjDp6rdshdQprnEw/s4032/IMG_3162.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhenfWprsyrOJFpVt-0MPVT-7DvsQnmiwNGZPKBFDH3YWot8WcmvRxxKLoYUfvuHw2FFW1jFJwFPEzXjISJjsR_Vl2QWscoToovVU-iS4dampSU-nBlCEstSClDyVPVFamR5ZjrUCh0O0Wlg53YjzS9I3OtedFBxzM5WptLcjjDp6rdshdQprnEw/w400-h300/IMG_3162.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPnS4Y_biNu71xfIx_Vxd8YNMznm4hYzylEsB_8Xx8anxK7hxhC-wn7pY3pNYgKW3kmmCg4936CNVBDfWWsRrwZfSZ5t_scWPvgTfnFUPBrOfQzxKEWe_pxhVkEHo-s_wRIUt6ZNtSfuMAA0TcO-ukghPgFKeSaq_3eJFaVL5eXJARgPf5LYI-A/s4032/IMG_3163.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPnS4Y_biNu71xfIx_Vxd8YNMznm4hYzylEsB_8Xx8anxK7hxhC-wn7pY3pNYgKW3kmmCg4936CNVBDfWWsRrwZfSZ5t_scWPvgTfnFUPBrOfQzxKEWe_pxhVkEHo-s_wRIUt6ZNtSfuMAA0TcO-ukghPgFKeSaq_3eJFaVL5eXJARgPf5LYI-A/w400-h300/IMG_3163.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubVZ-IyBkxedBxATR9gQEHXpU1uZP3-K7vII7FochFlrpO0XuZ1x2FcrgE_pb_bSJfl8UL34bzLEZWYBZY0qYH5yQwao3iAIlAqDNe6fAAdg2iNn4bIAZFgEGZmeg0YfAlzO8qg1dMPE2p5pWjMYsm21fHC1ggXcfWOg5u6-5KJNeR0Uvr0MSbQ/s4032/IMG_3164.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiubVZ-IyBkxedBxATR9gQEHXpU1uZP3-K7vII7FochFlrpO0XuZ1x2FcrgE_pb_bSJfl8UL34bzLEZWYBZY0qYH5yQwao3iAIlAqDNe6fAAdg2iNn4bIAZFgEGZmeg0YfAlzO8qg1dMPE2p5pWjMYsm21fHC1ggXcfWOg5u6-5KJNeR0Uvr0MSbQ/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then Abishai had to quickly show me how everything works before he went to bed. It's got a real calculator and he did try to use it correctly with a decimal point. Yeah! It's even got Aldi branded bags and logos everywhere!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIYdST5JTQLzjlGjyyAZaUjRr60sNaYJc7-mI3HBVKnxMwPepRXo-7PTT4541EktCabZC5hIEZpoRLv_DN-pNJTQGPE18ic2rM-PRGxIpf9PfebTdA42KB0r1L6OX2oVrutHO043iOY1MHww6fiRhafvsBVTdXRcpSUdzi0FSVffnIUeebUwp1w/s4032/IMG_3165.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIYdST5JTQLzjlGjyyAZaUjRr60sNaYJc7-mI3HBVKnxMwPepRXo-7PTT4541EktCabZC5hIEZpoRLv_DN-pNJTQGPE18ic2rM-PRGxIpf9PfebTdA42KB0r1L6OX2oVrutHO043iOY1MHww6fiRhafvsBVTdXRcpSUdzi0FSVffnIUeebUwp1w/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miniature Aldi merchandise! Since this is one of Abishai's favorite products, I just knew we got the right thing! So worth it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaY7QBb-BobmdpqJakxXRK9y2nezERWaryLOkJ2-DbLHzw9vAiG2QQMu_DJ_Swn5powDguWkgnEdBRsYWlzO53y-K8rtYf5ppOhEHxvigcfg9NM-u8PG5H88XZxNX2H0bQH09qAwByMayg66czArQV7UGNrqai1CHd6RjDf5hlDyfvUZlEaJEw-Q/s4032/IMG_3166.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaY7QBb-BobmdpqJakxXRK9y2nezERWaryLOkJ2-DbLHzw9vAiG2QQMu_DJ_Swn5powDguWkgnEdBRsYWlzO53y-K8rtYf5ppOhEHxvigcfg9NM-u8PG5H88XZxNX2H0bQH09qAwByMayg66czArQV7UGNrqai1CHd6RjDf5hlDyfvUZlEaJEw-Q/w400-h300/IMG_3166.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nearly $75 to fill up now. And I used these numbers plus my maps app to calculate my back and forth trips to the points that pretty much cover the area where I travel. I go as far north as Castleton, as far south and west in Greenwood as 135 and Frye road and as far east as I-70 and Greenfield. I mean you can expand the triangle into a circle but that pretty much describes our life. By the way, they are saying we will probably hit $6 a gallon this summer. This is not funny. Even I am going to have to cut back. A friend told me on Friday that they do so much driving in one of their vehicles for their job, it costs them $600 a month to fill up. I think she said a month. I hope it's not a week. Unless her husband is a truck driver delivering goods like Benaiah does. I'm not sure. I know she works at the Honda plant which I just looked up is about 40 minutes from her, so I don't think it's that. Anyways, I know the $600 is right. Ouch. BTW, I don't know what the truck's odometer says, or Benaiah's vehicle (but I think it's way less than mine), but the van's odometer is about half the mileage that mine is because it was originally used by older people who didn't drive much. I've got one of the most used vehicles in our fleet of vehicles. Yes, the J6 has a fleet of 4 vehicles. Our car insurance is not horrific because our vehicles are older, but we are going to add another drive hopefully next month and I think that will put us over $2,000 per year. It's a good thing we make the boys pay for their parts of it. Just imagine when Keturah joins us in a couple of more years, too. Eek!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeZi1nLANVHGtFtOhTqWHZOtkdVvMdRVkndv5vbagbCt9zcCIj75Hoy7w2207kR1OiGcppsUTYpiX5maurXqXZ7W9S3yBU7f7Ea7N29ewTUIJRindRybirbKvC2EeVGOTprKLcb7q6jP2l6A3NWokw2TlizLfU309pIUiICuiqlVHDHCHQj3yrg/s1792/IMG_3167.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeZi1nLANVHGtFtOhTqWHZOtkdVvMdRVkndv5vbagbCt9zcCIj75Hoy7w2207kR1OiGcppsUTYpiX5maurXqXZ7W9S3yBU7f7Ea7N29ewTUIJRindRybirbKvC2EeVGOTprKLcb7q6jP2l6A3NWokw2TlizLfU309pIUiICuiqlVHDHCHQj3yrg/s320/IMG_3167.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At least by speeding along the back roads to Greenfield and taking the highway to Castleton I can still get decent gas mileage for my older car.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p> Wednesday - Jared's 43rd Birthday</p><p>- Funky day. I had wanted to do fun things but then Jared didn't really take the day off, but things worked out that we sort of did a fun thing, so...yup. That was a day.</p><p>- Jared invited me to go with him, Gary, Mike, Christine, and Debbie from work to lunch for his birthday, so I went. We went to Egg Roll #1 and I was a little bit overwhelmed going to a work lunch, not knowing what to order, knowing that everyone had limited time, not wanting to make Jared look stupid, etc. I ordered something I don't usually order, and couldn't finish it. It was a big bowl of soup, which was fine, but there was no way to doggy bag it up, so I wasted Gary's money or e2's money or whomever paid for it. It was just broth, chicken, rice noodles and cilantro and I was hoping it was kosher for me. I could have added some sprouts that came with it but the sprouts came on a dish for me and another person who ordered soup and I wasn't sure and blah blah blah social anxiety, blah. Anyway, it was all ok. I hadn't seen any of these people in awhile, and obviously not since I left the church, and I don't know who knows what they know, so I was unsure of the direction of the conversation, too. It was pretty surface level, thank goodness. I didn't have much to contribute either. All in all, it was awkward to ok. And less than an hour. And I was thankful for that.</p><p>- Then, to satisfy Abishai's itch to go to the office, Jared took him back to the office with him to tie off loose ends before he came home early for the day. Well, that took longer I expected. Ok, fine, I at least got some decluttering done and some areas prepped to tackle tomorrow. Jared brought his flip table in from the garage now that he took some tiny permission from the spine surgeon he can use a little bit. Well, it's now sitting taking up from my fireside room so it's now urgent I deal with the other spaces to accommodate these beast. So irritating! </p><p>- Meanwhile, Keturah and I cued up the original "Top Gun" movie because that was what I wanted to do with Jared and the kids, perhaps watch a movie he likes. And since I want to take him to go see the new "Top Gun: Maverick" film in two weekends from now. Plus my man and airplanes are like BFF's, so, it's the perfect show for his birthday. And I had all three kids watch it with us has their contribution to Daddy's birthday instead of Jared and I watch it by ourselves one night, which isn't happening right now because he's still grading papers and I'm way behind on the blog because I'm out there living my best life. We got to watch a little over an hour of it but had to stop to get Abishai ready for Tang Soo Do and Keturah and Justin ready for their KP Volunteer Celebration night thing at church. Abishai said he liked the planes, and even the kissing parts, lol. We had to forward through a sex scene of course. Whoops. </p><p>- Then we got everybody out the door, I went to Kroger to pick up a few things, and within a couple of hours, we were all back at home as normal. Hopefully, that was enough of a birthday that Jared felt loved enough. For lack of energy and time to prepare, I hope it was good enough. Sigh. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnN132UF-qetTqPpq0gAV700Dx01EyROrz_nAKeyumMwdrUmaCirbfCDGqXdHTpC7omQdq-6jng3HTaFOLMucxW9sUGpS8BeIY7R69fvhF8XoRTFc1g3aORBFhaxUregAo68vWoFIUnVvIy2MA63Dl6xNLNeBmnajX-5_mo_bzD-7TrsL84ScnQ/s526/281989926_3156383188010037_5175393550631094191_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnN132UF-qetTqPpq0gAV700Dx01EyROrz_nAKeyumMwdrUmaCirbfCDGqXdHTpC7omQdq-6jng3HTaFOLMucxW9sUGpS8BeIY7R69fvhF8XoRTFc1g3aORBFhaxUregAo68vWoFIUnVvIy2MA63Dl6xNLNeBmnajX-5_mo_bzD-7TrsL84ScnQ/s320/281989926_3156383188010037_5175393550631094191_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wrote a long post on my wall about this. But basically, again, you can always teach and read aloud bigger words and concepts to kids than you think you can. When they are doing homework, they can do work on their level, or what might be slightly challenging. When they are reading on their own, or doing homework without you, it should be easier. Abishai is a prime example of this. As a 1st grader now 2nd grader, he knows more than some middle schoolers simply because he's been exposed to the topics at a younger age. He can actually understand that Hitler was a bad guy killing Jews. I don't dumb down the topics too much. And in his science book that is labeled to be used for a wide range of kids, K-6, it includes the big words, so I do say them and define them. I just don't expect him to memorize them and tell them to me. I have them repeat them back to me in the moment though. But I can introduce them to him now. And then he can explain the idea to me in words that he understands better.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3504PutTnXDQjWuA2vdHbBymTblGuhCa4a-wCxxP1mWuSLzIHedQYGCDmv28ttKSHj1jt2uES2o7v5Az9_VzuYNmCFXJ1AQxymyT_OcT-zTbcGUmQOSKgPsB7oINavv77E0v2SihE5Cp7afj01cxyM-z_Eao6K3vaLNGT997IsPiV1h-5qVYZ3w/s4032/IMG_3170.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3504PutTnXDQjWuA2vdHbBymTblGuhCa4a-wCxxP1mWuSLzIHedQYGCDmv28ttKSHj1jt2uES2o7v5Az9_VzuYNmCFXJ1AQxymyT_OcT-zTbcGUmQOSKgPsB7oINavv77E0v2SihE5Cp7afj01cxyM-z_Eao6K3vaLNGT997IsPiV1h-5qVYZ3w/s320/IMG_3170.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I woke up to a kid who wanted to play store with breakfast foods. Yes, I did play along.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXX4lA2yT6jHW6OVAxJgmiK4wcpO06-kolQl2LHiH48eJ7Q_KfUbA5BxUhDn03zOnRnKz3iXOeBjXWi7ellr4VsXfAJWj7l8sML6F9p5F9XTDxVbcISCQqXv3NkRTmpsr_5994pD1im2gUbAVXpAjgYmgQItsrRA-iuQVmS9Fl720OORsk1pmIQ/s4032/IMG_3171.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXX4lA2yT6jHW6OVAxJgmiK4wcpO06-kolQl2LHiH48eJ7Q_KfUbA5BxUhDn03zOnRnKz3iXOeBjXWi7ellr4VsXfAJWj7l8sML6F9p5F9XTDxVbcISCQqXv3NkRTmpsr_5994pD1im2gUbAVXpAjgYmgQItsrRA-iuQVmS9Fl720OORsk1pmIQ/s320/IMG_3171.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves his cashier stand so much he was hugging it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwvoTtbTQ3xDkeJ3W3ZsqXyzJrLKtQJd92XjclVRZE_34-dwElo_zVYXrCJfP_NWxYR6a1C3JOQdI1ic-g6ug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnZT7ZLkUCwAvXJePfMpPQfQxbBAw-63YCZiOFbTZBEs4YHd02ErPX5rgeKxODy18tgRnwP8Wh5Kj2Vl1VEEpLaYlaSkJSwiEHSoO87r2c99WYkvQxZGZbUlchF8p__mFI3EP3w0moW7J9QMQpIL9vZ59ACfFpK1UFFXeT5x-x2pcthxlHsXguQ/s4032/IMG_3173.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHnZT7ZLkUCwAvXJePfMpPQfQxbBAw-63YCZiOFbTZBEs4YHd02ErPX5rgeKxODy18tgRnwP8Wh5Kj2Vl1VEEpLaYlaSkJSwiEHSoO87r2c99WYkvQxZGZbUlchF8p__mFI3EP3w0moW7J9QMQpIL9vZ59ACfFpK1UFFXeT5x-x2pcthxlHsXguQ/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy brought his inversion table in from the garage so of course Abishai had to play with it. And this is why I have to find time THIS WEEK to find a home for it. Actually, I have had a plan for it for awhile, but now I have to execute it ASAP. Look at how big Abishai is on it though! We got it when Abishai was so little and he would just sit on the headrest and was barely heavier than a person's head. Now I have to tell him to not do that or he'll break it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmTlnhWvcw9RVH8UTHhrpAHB04CwhkKL5YavCnMhcwsH_hN2gtUe1_M7ab3etpueTZx4HwYqpcnWgHbyzv1z2seYFPhKvERcHcBucMVMsa32FCWOYWRVPj_NhrJGT8CpFyshRRRrlhu_ttXcL_YVr4CbyeuOqNAhatdJViPAeO5OoJmnIc5vfEQ/s4032/IMG_3174.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTmTlnhWvcw9RVH8UTHhrpAHB04CwhkKL5YavCnMhcwsH_hN2gtUe1_M7ab3etpueTZx4HwYqpcnWgHbyzv1z2seYFPhKvERcHcBucMVMsa32FCWOYWRVPj_NhrJGT8CpFyshRRRrlhu_ttXcL_YVr4CbyeuOqNAhatdJViPAeO5OoJmnIc5vfEQ/s320/IMG_3174.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUFn2qQZEz6JhFwvkYLjR5jbGAKnoUhA1-LQVuD8yeTcwnCIuyQb9va30f3z1Zvr92ucNJW0TtytCcGsVAeE8eBVg_K3IxjF_FBRB-3TPV5YaaA08X21a9ZXK_6W3Dz5wMZdnCqAKhc8p_Y_MkC7LNh2JDh2P1DF2xKv9gLjrgv7EeZorAE7vHw/s4032/IMG_3175.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUFn2qQZEz6JhFwvkYLjR5jbGAKnoUhA1-LQVuD8yeTcwnCIuyQb9va30f3z1Zvr92ucNJW0TtytCcGsVAeE8eBVg_K3IxjF_FBRB-3TPV5YaaA08X21a9ZXK_6W3Dz5wMZdnCqAKhc8p_Y_MkC7LNh2JDh2P1DF2xKv9gLjrgv7EeZorAE7vHw/s320/IMG_3175.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grogu has come to buy some groceries!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSxDBdwQ00XugTCsTnvAk1NI85-ax1fAwbFxY9GCtyF1UjJBtChZ2oNJGcopeZuaWaNJS1qkrmf1NqENi6abCDdJGqvlHnlXixySE10SvyBMNTrAVe4hjYeVZ5SybbRdXA0-U4t2-sC1dE7-KvRHYsrKkzr0nGc5szsUZwcy76FAakilEq42voQ/s4032/IMG_3176.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSxDBdwQ00XugTCsTnvAk1NI85-ax1fAwbFxY9GCtyF1UjJBtChZ2oNJGcopeZuaWaNJS1qkrmf1NqENi6abCDdJGqvlHnlXixySE10SvyBMNTrAVe4hjYeVZ5SybbRdXA0-U4t2-sC1dE7-KvRHYsrKkzr0nGc5szsUZwcy76FAakilEq42voQ/s320/IMG_3176.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was upset that erased the "Welcome Home" part of the chalkboard so he recreated it on another part of the chalkboard.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw39CyQrvFc4-0Ry4OpiEFhFyacnnS_oYx7pdoFRM--D7slxBZeI2kbpnhNupF2nO3FQYvSs-73xlLOTGJFUNCkMD2GV2VjQ1FI9v6GXf_wyoVlb_VMXAYXacNnB_ANYu3p8wzayB7w2_oQxrQGv7_p3rYc7hGRX2g1MM8KppavF9Z9jgC548-Q/s4032/IMG_3177.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAw39CyQrvFc4-0Ry4OpiEFhFyacnnS_oYx7pdoFRM--D7slxBZeI2kbpnhNupF2nO3FQYvSs-73xlLOTGJFUNCkMD2GV2VjQ1FI9v6GXf_wyoVlb_VMXAYXacNnB_ANYu3p8wzayB7w2_oQxrQGv7_p3rYc7hGRX2g1MM8KppavF9Z9jgC548-Q/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More beauties!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iF5FExlvOrzt4EWrv39dk9K0wRHBGxXvZh2K06pWK9yTdEyHjt0vbiOocrlqQTCG2vj43tN4-8BD__GfSE8ZUrJPRl_7tzLXLGC0F-jVD914cva-bCgAOytp-blnv1yaopKD-k9IjtSgK3ctnMjN_R3IX3kxMxmoHMXoYHgvwPgbi1yx-lLdEw/s4032/IMG_3178.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iF5FExlvOrzt4EWrv39dk9K0wRHBGxXvZh2K06pWK9yTdEyHjt0vbiOocrlqQTCG2vj43tN4-8BD__GfSE8ZUrJPRl_7tzLXLGC0F-jVD914cva-bCgAOytp-blnv1yaopKD-k9IjtSgK3ctnMjN_R3IX3kxMxmoHMXoYHgvwPgbi1yx-lLdEw/s320/IMG_3178.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I think they have regular spots every year, so I could try maybe in the fall. I just keep thinking they are so small so they must be more delicate than the irises. I'm probably so wrong. I just need to move this set in particular over about 6 inches. I think the other sets of these are ok. They don't get much taller than this though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwSqskKFuQw4Ten1WjOhALCzygCzRGStM4X4j2q_7jj_Gww-_GpKnaQFqTIBY-b4gve5KikDrCzbTFDJBv7McALoRrobDSYgm4RxRpHTkrEMd6gbYpI89cYV9DRFQgdpHnZA_yqWUVd9CcoG9M0X76BoEx2-NRpChC9yyTdBljAXPxsua-3ayGw/s4032/IMG_3183.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRwSqskKFuQw4Ten1WjOhALCzygCzRGStM4X4j2q_7jj_Gww-_GpKnaQFqTIBY-b4gve5KikDrCzbTFDJBv7McALoRrobDSYgm4RxRpHTkrEMd6gbYpI89cYV9DRFQgdpHnZA_yqWUVd9CcoG9M0X76BoEx2-NRpChC9yyTdBljAXPxsua-3ayGw/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivH6jPLjGweeR8JCVKprYswHZAb1NzX7uP8gH3VJBtpUc5NAhhu3T6WcsnBPWxeN9cTIQ9bEbg4VaQpezkC_ZE7PWzIQT-fiVb_pnyb0f2IaQJQPTSzB9xCx_UG5rf4OU3QIkqKEi6z8E3Rg9Cr3z3OJ5wqu-Rre3M9Xc_w7alDi5icwSUL8odiA/s4032/IMG_3186.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivH6jPLjGweeR8JCVKprYswHZAb1NzX7uP8gH3VJBtpUc5NAhhu3T6WcsnBPWxeN9cTIQ9bEbg4VaQpezkC_ZE7PWzIQT-fiVb_pnyb0f2IaQJQPTSzB9xCx_UG5rf4OU3QIkqKEi6z8E3Rg9Cr3z3OJ5wqu-Rre3M9Xc_w7alDi5icwSUL8odiA/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much green!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqKJyqCrSeIVxYsYLHBvKhuttnF8qSISCkrxSvX6T4GO8wmd4-Uh6midHSp4EgLmiUxbNZXt-wElMtFjuMTud2tUHcy7WvuLjbIKkTS_efPC7-Q7DHLjhf5m8cmyRYbf58f29AbpCP3rDXOz9LuBLgUBBpMpKquNIyoYry8oEE5a353sZpiGjCQ/s4032/IMG_3187.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqKJyqCrSeIVxYsYLHBvKhuttnF8qSISCkrxSvX6T4GO8wmd4-Uh6midHSp4EgLmiUxbNZXt-wElMtFjuMTud2tUHcy7WvuLjbIKkTS_efPC7-Q7DHLjhf5m8cmyRYbf58f29AbpCP3rDXOz9LuBLgUBBpMpKquNIyoYry8oEE5a353sZpiGjCQ/s320/IMG_3187.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nt6TersfjMRk1N6y_YIBQef1zjxDRyFAaxORvI84d4d7WrnffAV7El6Oj1H7u-Qhuxs2LhkBi02kjukA6OluUQXhNnIMzd1hYDWNvYNd1EMXY8wYF34kzPmwqIwzxOw8ziJIJ4XmUv_ypTjXZDQZCiI7whFyu1E9rbb6pua5rWmJdKbF8esMAg/s4032/IMG_3188.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_nt6TersfjMRk1N6y_YIBQef1zjxDRyFAaxORvI84d4d7WrnffAV7El6Oj1H7u-Qhuxs2LhkBi02kjukA6OluUQXhNnIMzd1hYDWNvYNd1EMXY8wYF34kzPmwqIwzxOw8ziJIJ4XmUv_ypTjXZDQZCiI7whFyu1E9rbb6pua5rWmJdKbF8esMAg/s320/IMG_3188.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I need to figure out what to do here. That stupid old sidewalk is there and so I can't just plant anything on the right side there and have it grow. It kind of made me so mad that they didn't take the time and the one who paid for it didn't want to pay the extra money to have it removed because now it's problem unless we put rock there. I don't want rock there. So, do I put pots there? Do they make shallow pots because I don't want to block out the rest of the stuff in the back. Jared put those low lying bushes and then two other really low lying bushes that I didn't like and eventually just weed whacked off to smithereens. He's now got another tree in the middle that's growing fine and will eventually take over I guess and a tiny little tree close to driveway. It's just all around a mess. Plus those two huge boulders that I guarantee you won't be coming out. I'm guess what we really need to do is put rock. That would solve the problem of using a weed whacker in there. It would make the three bushes stand out and unveil the other rocks. Next year perhaps.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTHvD9CGoBbCXUWNGrES1w6Q-IPWOfeS_bRgBWjTwCuXTrL1iAhCoh2iGdcSnjCJkDxmzoIKpmSP_axoAXEHcdJQ0u7JTqcZ585CdNRPmIszbltHnwls_lQal81qLjLse5QEG0v5alN3FpuZUzu5-VFqvJ-PZvPNNMIsGzJZ2-m1QkZGe049ecA/s4032/IMG_3189.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTHvD9CGoBbCXUWNGrES1w6Q-IPWOfeS_bRgBWjTwCuXTrL1iAhCoh2iGdcSnjCJkDxmzoIKpmSP_axoAXEHcdJQ0u7JTqcZ585CdNRPmIszbltHnwls_lQal81qLjLse5QEG0v5alN3FpuZUzu5-VFqvJ-PZvPNNMIsGzJZ2-m1QkZGe049ecA/s320/IMG_3189.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We will get hedge trimmers and get these guys under control this year. They are a mess. Just as long as Jared cleans up the mess when he's done. I feel like we also need something next to the rosebush. Ooooo, a birdbath! Ok, that's a mosquito magnet. But maybe something else like it! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFVrVZ6fg80youJ2dMmH5FR9AUsCnnjaGo0WY74xBebTZGDmqJhkEcejPXfpvRnQmL-eSpii3APQEairLXz5TVCWAEBXqzh3XkN4zaTtXPDJ3nZG15_eNz9NXy6CpSPjqjTxtVNR0qsbLEB_mgvph6-ozItLenGndSbso97D-cNHjPJ4GFsSjjQ/s4032/IMG_3190.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaFVrVZ6fg80youJ2dMmH5FR9AUsCnnjaGo0WY74xBebTZGDmqJhkEcejPXfpvRnQmL-eSpii3APQEairLXz5TVCWAEBXqzh3XkN4zaTtXPDJ3nZG15_eNz9NXy6CpSPjqjTxtVNR0qsbLEB_mgvph6-ozItLenGndSbso97D-cNHjPJ4GFsSjjQ/s320/IMG_3190.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rose buds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedINUJC0aGP5Isn0mVHLqWBLNuAFt2PtadR6Z7kn4Xbc4ucegzgqQoK8S0vs5_yFU47jY2ZznutC751XjM_nImoIla-EJecsBwjKW6CRyJcOG0cDpp89t1zHSo9UYrSWBEdvliOfWLHgTOgvDYFpEzap_PeikgOco-x8e81O4kVmVEaE4H_qbGg/s4032/IMG_3191.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedINUJC0aGP5Isn0mVHLqWBLNuAFt2PtadR6Z7kn4Xbc4ucegzgqQoK8S0vs5_yFU47jY2ZznutC751XjM_nImoIla-EJecsBwjKW6CRyJcOG0cDpp89t1zHSo9UYrSWBEdvliOfWLHgTOgvDYFpEzap_PeikgOco-x8e81O4kVmVEaE4H_qbGg/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We've been working on hacking down this rosebush so it keeps back filling and it's working! Jared's so aggressive with his pruning though! It scared me the first year because he literally took it down to maybe a foot off the ground. He doesn't like when the stems grow past our window. They grow tall really quickly. I trimmed it a month ago and I thought I had gotten everything, but one had grown past our window again!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFNo3HKmFrJy3ga0KXbN8MYcL6YMdDPOooYwMtGRE2GEqsxdcHkstZyBgS_n0G_RAeMX1nhxPhJw4eLjZZXOWB6HIQLzRSrM5kNvu8L56z4Lb3ZsVfd9NxY5xiXFNar_ZACi72J3J0ULgBNY18IF1HBwYR5moOVHmAvMYd5JibqReB13-hpRG2Q/s4032/IMG_3192.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFNo3HKmFrJy3ga0KXbN8MYcL6YMdDPOooYwMtGRE2GEqsxdcHkstZyBgS_n0G_RAeMX1nhxPhJw4eLjZZXOWB6HIQLzRSrM5kNvu8L56z4Lb3ZsVfd9NxY5xiXFNar_ZACi72J3J0ULgBNY18IF1HBwYR5moOVHmAvMYd5JibqReB13-hpRG2Q/s320/IMG_3192.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQtt84KRDqEIp1yYSO0U5GpylCjtiaq-v04Uoor_3wBUfUqAK43sjCrsfDADwrrLTJiQ8xdlS7pIcMl7eGJlGxWgaENon_BQHMqRg8pqVDQga8JiGwdhnN2vPN8CeWY5IP4G_p9nZ6jS3k3U2WHZ8v1BR7r7btZlTuL4A9t6NFUoPp7LjLDVt_A/s4032/IMG_3193.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQtt84KRDqEIp1yYSO0U5GpylCjtiaq-v04Uoor_3wBUfUqAK43sjCrsfDADwrrLTJiQ8xdlS7pIcMl7eGJlGxWgaENon_BQHMqRg8pqVDQga8JiGwdhnN2vPN8CeWY5IP4G_p9nZ6jS3k3U2WHZ8v1BR7r7btZlTuL4A9t6NFUoPp7LjLDVt_A/s320/IMG_3193.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGUf3rwRvBKQ65Fg1iHg6Sr0g7FYmFuV3K5th_wabHrl6JAtB8K4RLi2rDQ8jhXRk3dlalI4AkcqZyq-ztfZJQQ3KLJJMz1Ch2AxuZZnWn7mc7ngMxwTRlxZUQakSr5KGPVNWH4RSRx8VeF--S_lgpCqsVDcNN21SfHde8sfrerCXOs5UKa9DSw/s6788/IMG_3195.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3962" data-original-width="6788" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiGUf3rwRvBKQ65Fg1iHg6Sr0g7FYmFuV3K5th_wabHrl6JAtB8K4RLi2rDQ8jhXRk3dlalI4AkcqZyq-ztfZJQQ3KLJJMz1Ch2AxuZZnWn7mc7ngMxwTRlxZUQakSr5KGPVNWH4RSRx8VeF--S_lgpCqsVDcNN21SfHde8sfrerCXOs5UKa9DSw/w640-h374/IMG_3195.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are going into year 6 of owning this house. Each year, the flower garden gets easier to maintain because I know exactly what's supposed to be here and what doesn't need to be here. Some years a plant will do really well and then the next year it won't. Thankfully, we haven't lost anything. I'm really proud of that fact. It's my outdoor baby. So don't touch it! The kids and Jared can mess up the rest of the yard, but don't you dare touch my flower garden!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPl8kzcrIllXgooAwSNRR6wWdjmWcdnSzqmKnrSgHDUAwtn5vnL5j1uI1Ltt29x3aurG42TZiMQpsIospGEcSQYm1DaqNGYbiKSDLgLEWWZ9EDqIwGIEIuwrF6kl_ylKMj3un9EGtC_CnXBdc2_Z4Z_du1ukTAtr0WeUZh4WaFQl1yxrFPgD8Ew/s10222/IMG_3196.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3852" data-original-width="10222" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijPl8kzcrIllXgooAwSNRR6wWdjmWcdnSzqmKnrSgHDUAwtn5vnL5j1uI1Ltt29x3aurG42TZiMQpsIospGEcSQYm1DaqNGYbiKSDLgLEWWZ9EDqIwGIEIuwrF6kl_ylKMj3un9EGtC_CnXBdc2_Z4Z_du1ukTAtr0WeUZh4WaFQl1yxrFPgD8Ew/w640-h242/IMG_3196.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8bjKleoI7qeQ2TnqPpeYT517j-gDToSXQe4v2BSYsh2rwFYkllHhzgFB-p7uekzi-p1YqGkuvanC8iOz5xanv3XFhBiwyirvYXTGKXdWMKvLYDKQ6U7pR1urMpHlKQddwI7Aw85SdrZleuv4_KF8ucxatwaIpjZYBOK2PsTF-JaEPTNZHjH0iA/s4032/IMG_3197.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8bjKleoI7qeQ2TnqPpeYT517j-gDToSXQe4v2BSYsh2rwFYkllHhzgFB-p7uekzi-p1YqGkuvanC8iOz5xanv3XFhBiwyirvYXTGKXdWMKvLYDKQ6U7pR1urMpHlKQddwI7Aw85SdrZleuv4_KF8ucxatwaIpjZYBOK2PsTF-JaEPTNZHjH0iA/w640-h480/IMG_3197.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNIIyZEyueKsQZTyfojLKOW_THj4CxNQUy4vOGUfxbxYAmks_nOPiCl2021JAk98oiD7t0zR0r5NieoZ3vZU88YezJ1Lxrh9d6QrMqGS-oC6VKtO8Dk_6Fd1vXOjA6AeEz2jYTckkIjk1DmQAsylVXw_my84hmEJhKRK343--nGa3lHCEvOGqkiA/s4032/IMG_3198.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNIIyZEyueKsQZTyfojLKOW_THj4CxNQUy4vOGUfxbxYAmks_nOPiCl2021JAk98oiD7t0zR0r5NieoZ3vZU88YezJ1Lxrh9d6QrMqGS-oC6VKtO8Dk_6Fd1vXOjA6AeEz2jYTckkIjk1DmQAsylVXw_my84hmEJhKRK343--nGa3lHCEvOGqkiA/w480-h640/IMG_3198.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Flax seeds are getting even bigger with all these pop up showers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD95ztVQhlKtNU8M933kq0ZQ0vY7iAW8D8HJJItNkDolagFjGD5dM9uRKr6CsnMSJepg77Oer0PFJGa4STaFIxhbxjmCSRrmDb9l2qFA1ubXnpRqFLqwEWAAzHwPsvO43gWtSQl_V824RptP50kGkrW2G9KFBTJUfFTaWk7oIy2LKyMATu1iWH2A/s4032/IMG_3199.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD95ztVQhlKtNU8M933kq0ZQ0vY7iAW8D8HJJItNkDolagFjGD5dM9uRKr6CsnMSJepg77Oer0PFJGa4STaFIxhbxjmCSRrmDb9l2qFA1ubXnpRqFLqwEWAAzHwPsvO43gWtSQl_V824RptP50kGkrW2G9KFBTJUfFTaWk7oIy2LKyMATu1iWH2A/s320/IMG_3199.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy's 43rd birthday today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDdAWl6GGD1rE4HyVc3K5SfXMkw3PfghF9tihNK8mXHD-YGSWgFLd381kIVcfsDp6cxgDmme0tEx895jiCzoWx-ntn4jRYi6Nh4kGtuQvKcqYJr8UaJVbe0375X5V1-pSbsTsZrEgUul_PItqbkMqnoTLLsk-8KSBS0zMbhR5SSEbLj0IWa4kqQ/s4032/IMG_3201.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmDdAWl6GGD1rE4HyVc3K5SfXMkw3PfghF9tihNK8mXHD-YGSWgFLd381kIVcfsDp6cxgDmme0tEx895jiCzoWx-ntn4jRYi6Nh4kGtuQvKcqYJr8UaJVbe0375X5V1-pSbsTsZrEgUul_PItqbkMqnoTLLsk-8KSBS0zMbhR5SSEbLj0IWa4kqQ/s320/IMG_3201.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh man! These shorts finally bit the dust! We've had them for 13 years and they have gone through 3 boys. Our go to summer church shorts! They must have gotten caught on the spinner in the washer or the edge of the drummer in the dryer. Abishai loves these shorts! But there's no way to fix them because the rip went down the seam and then over. Bummers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Nxc3J_lRgzNXPhx4fOntp0crNb4KZ-YSRug8RnFYHmcfz3AVZjfB88FYWnCp6nOEqgndy7USwcTBtOBArOhOTUJBnSjWETLImqAA_j_AZasCs6AOMb7CK3CHvjPjLFLE2kFP7maL8yDSNqjQBiPwgYlvbhl2ksCvHBlRZCr1zdwixIdGRl1Q0Q/s4032/IMG_3202.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Nxc3J_lRgzNXPhx4fOntp0crNb4KZ-YSRug8RnFYHmcfz3AVZjfB88FYWnCp6nOEqgndy7USwcTBtOBArOhOTUJBnSjWETLImqAA_j_AZasCs6AOMb7CK3CHvjPjLFLE2kFP7maL8yDSNqjQBiPwgYlvbhl2ksCvHBlRZCr1zdwixIdGRl1Q0Q/s320/IMG_3202.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks, you are NOT helpful. Little lady needs to get up. It's like 11am!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rRUOTyVAdyVXzWZAkDkUkb5dGj8xT-4Uy30i1RBf_8QbQRU2GT0CHTGynwUOIUT0c8_J5AmZGAO9pK3pUwdyfwK3Fa6Ezga4PJaPI27gGwNabdaBA9Fv_DAAQnqWsQiD6p9aNBpRrpDie-E_OovmoWXs7rH1bHX1Urr4xoyurkc6zwVpHQBR0g/s4032/IMG_3203.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rRUOTyVAdyVXzWZAkDkUkb5dGj8xT-4Uy30i1RBf_8QbQRU2GT0CHTGynwUOIUT0c8_J5AmZGAO9pK3pUwdyfwK3Fa6Ezga4PJaPI27gGwNabdaBA9Fv_DAAQnqWsQiD6p9aNBpRrpDie-E_OovmoWXs7rH1bHX1Urr4xoyurkc6zwVpHQBR0g/s320/IMG_3203.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No, this isn't lunch, snack or dinner. This is Keturah's BREAKFAST. She's eating bread and butter pickles FOR BREAKFAST!!!! No wonder she's so SOUR. Lol. And, she ate this jar in 24 hrs all by herself! She's so weird!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVtc-_jqGVvEOpwgdn9HWPzQf-iFenld3rdnlt2JyjDMngo1XGUY99CdWfFljfWwuvTP5HWmPWiuki_w_M2JK-mZUtA2yAai_lBztZoaeTnKsvoUV8YjZ0AYVSpxekLeYVHtXPJNhLCByfHReGoH-zsJdwvLnC0Pz99NSDxxicPYrOMmwTQ727A/s1792/IMG_3204.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVtc-_jqGVvEOpwgdn9HWPzQf-iFenld3rdnlt2JyjDMngo1XGUY99CdWfFljfWwuvTP5HWmPWiuki_w_M2JK-mZUtA2yAai_lBztZoaeTnKsvoUV8YjZ0AYVSpxekLeYVHtXPJNhLCByfHReGoH-zsJdwvLnC0Pz99NSDxxicPYrOMmwTQ727A/w296-h640/IMG_3204.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I just pray that our vehicles last a really long time or there will be a way to disable this tracking device.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOb3FzcnzIRLmCGoibaeGF0V9bTjeXgRUe52KQ69TLZQcJDe1glo_qXf4-7CiGRSAI0AmAXtA-kD0vRXtkcdd3IeKt05709AkfjGbHbq91l_RePHqpFT96EbU9u0ii6pcf7h0DwAMFOz-M3vjdRvfXWy88NlJMKCI_0abhDjQfEZQK31Rk0yz5wQ/s2048/IMG_3205.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOb3FzcnzIRLmCGoibaeGF0V9bTjeXgRUe52KQ69TLZQcJDe1glo_qXf4-7CiGRSAI0AmAXtA-kD0vRXtkcdd3IeKt05709AkfjGbHbq91l_RePHqpFT96EbU9u0ii6pcf7h0DwAMFOz-M3vjdRvfXWy88NlJMKCI_0abhDjQfEZQK31Rk0yz5wQ/s320/IMG_3205.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oo, since I wasn't able to get a great clear photo of the piano, here it is in all of its glory. Isn't it glorious?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qU6ZbFD4QzoYwaxSdjRZbEdxTgL5C2fgipGKRvZnltutVqGj36a6zrSSeZO41IuhAonMuCIVYmCpkzK3ja_5VxiqxVPamPTcSNl0zr903x_UW-9NLGO4cnE8W6_F6VgEl9v-Jb4D6lujKSkv6EPaOEwpYraXj3SkkYuXhMkdPoVqB3Negt0IQQ/s4032/IMG_3206.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-qU6ZbFD4QzoYwaxSdjRZbEdxTgL5C2fgipGKRvZnltutVqGj36a6zrSSeZO41IuhAonMuCIVYmCpkzK3ja_5VxiqxVPamPTcSNl0zr903x_UW-9NLGO4cnE8W6_F6VgEl9v-Jb4D6lujKSkv6EPaOEwpYraXj3SkkYuXhMkdPoVqB3Negt0IQQ/s320/IMG_3206.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was raining and we were waiting for Daddy to get home so he take me with him to lunch with his work buddies for his birthday. And then he took Abishai with him to the office after he dropped me back off. Abishai is such a goofball running around out there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzXmmTpGakftTRcKnKddaX86u5OKKgh8K6ATAmmd-38DihXqEBmPCaUb_XT_qfXRmwiASR2dUR5ufvzAoyxNQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nsENePVPT1KupDc_-UYlmHoFkPQr6vmzfVfjPIXWDbWPAyrr_gA0X58nNqGTqV0jbd-Oi0qWQSz7SD6HJ7V-qDh0gd_asYT3n2OnUg1XIyp3vTkL-5ZRERKvACIXsyA8wmhbctq4vQlzOvT9C4ZNmKG3RX59hhf0g0xIGJVXsnNwBDquqh4oXA/s3520/IMG_3208.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nsENePVPT1KupDc_-UYlmHoFkPQr6vmzfVfjPIXWDbWPAyrr_gA0X58nNqGTqV0jbd-Oi0qWQSz7SD6HJ7V-qDh0gd_asYT3n2OnUg1XIyp3vTkL-5ZRERKvACIXsyA8wmhbctq4vQlzOvT9C4ZNmKG3RX59hhf0g0xIGJVXsnNwBDquqh4oXA/s320/IMG_3208.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4YB8alISgpPoeMnOg2uciZAqrdvTzl61Gy1MhQ9jgwBIUlUfd1uv5i1uKkO0V7f8fXH9sccT8oazCwW8m9K4fe5rJ_l0b59T9pU0qfVTbsgcjagOdWUIat7FsKS_iTGdpGar0ijYgAQa4k71jb2roMvcQhObBzXKj7YQAdpyy3yv3dV0iXs5hw/s3520/IMG_3210.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS4YB8alISgpPoeMnOg2uciZAqrdvTzl61Gy1MhQ9jgwBIUlUfd1uv5i1uKkO0V7f8fXH9sccT8oazCwW8m9K4fe5rJ_l0b59T9pU0qfVTbsgcjagOdWUIat7FsKS_iTGdpGar0ijYgAQa4k71jb2roMvcQhObBzXKj7YQAdpyy3yv3dV0iXs5hw/s320/IMG_3210.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjpxgtTnqu89AqNi6eVDxhHBNfiJW-ItStCzIGq-9QnHhpqgfNHWlSgF-zXZrkjJR-D-HvUMjhQC9_fW3P8heKPLSFHWPKuDTJnJvI6TlwFxDxHAWWTyvSzIjsiu0kHsN2YNpYUCh5lljfEoC7uNSuyEzMclH87UXQKSlrm528LX87QF7pq6dAA/s4032/IMG_3212.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjpxgtTnqu89AqNi6eVDxhHBNfiJW-ItStCzIGq-9QnHhpqgfNHWlSgF-zXZrkjJR-D-HvUMjhQC9_fW3P8heKPLSFHWPKuDTJnJvI6TlwFxDxHAWWTyvSzIjsiu0kHsN2YNpYUCh5lljfEoC7uNSuyEzMclH87UXQKSlrm528LX87QF7pq6dAA/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we picked up the cashier set, Keturah got pickles, and I got honey lavender coffee. It's not strongly flavored, but it's good coffee otherwise. I like that Aldi has these fun flavors. You can smell and taste the flavors just a tad and I try to pair them the best I can with my flavored creamers. And if I want a plainer creamer, I use my plain almond milk.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWlk3rKpezONUGuHOHgTfT4a0ynUwil588ZxjccyRjEjMK3dXop6G0W56_l1vfG84Y7-GlqclsHkLjAONMvS8MbH6TZDILF2X7Sj-Oo9QoyZAvjcvPD6AcziTECg3NrmQGlJx_ryAkdsMkVJ1yqRm1VaBVTGPPruZF6LZNrUTxN0UYiSUc3FKqg/s4032/IMG_3213.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWlk3rKpezONUGuHOHgTfT4a0ynUwil588ZxjccyRjEjMK3dXop6G0W56_l1vfG84Y7-GlqclsHkLjAONMvS8MbH6TZDILF2X7Sj-Oo9QoyZAvjcvPD6AcziTECg3NrmQGlJx_ryAkdsMkVJ1yqRm1VaBVTGPPruZF6LZNrUTxN0UYiSUc3FKqg/s320/IMG_3213.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTY9tq-VfT1H4AknipgMxFnYab9lClU0-DIuxMe5XkOHRCRUx7T7yLlIvg1rHvQW5AalefG4b7z05t51kCumU1viMmy3VLMRHTnZuW9nz5UbC3K4NMAKl25QRf1A5HqgJ2cQ6PuUAaolxQWExxvO9UuBJUk-sE-hEAp45Y8DkbpVQLglDf4DuVgg/s4032/IMG_3215.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTY9tq-VfT1H4AknipgMxFnYab9lClU0-DIuxMe5XkOHRCRUx7T7yLlIvg1rHvQW5AalefG4b7z05t51kCumU1viMmy3VLMRHTnZuW9nz5UbC3K4NMAKl25QRf1A5HqgJ2cQ6PuUAaolxQWExxvO9UuBJUk-sE-hEAp45Y8DkbpVQLglDf4DuVgg/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcct87IkuPG2-_IshQZlGjNrg6ivVBPhDKlR74E8P4_1dBcCL8hCZcV0LFruqE3UfqEa-6b-mZYbDo0YJleArrJZPT1W9YH38LoxozIJCPiWRzFh_itd78WKrllKJNjHH-zdMO_pu1LsfdW11ZKHfNmImTGpkl-_4QMIMGQTekKQ4p1fSCyd3Hg/s4032/IMG_3216.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcct87IkuPG2-_IshQZlGjNrg6ivVBPhDKlR74E8P4_1dBcCL8hCZcV0LFruqE3UfqEa-6b-mZYbDo0YJleArrJZPT1W9YH38LoxozIJCPiWRzFh_itd78WKrllKJNjHH-zdMO_pu1LsfdW11ZKHfNmImTGpkl-_4QMIMGQTekKQ4p1fSCyd3Hg/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one is from Kroger and is on my absolute favorites. I usually pair it was a plain creamer so I can taste the coffee. I roast all my coffees very strongly, too. Like a scoop and half of coffee grounds when you really should go with a scoop in a Keurig type coffee maker. And yes, I end up with coffee grounds up in the rubber bit above the grounds because it splashes. Thankfully, it doesn't come through the reusable filter.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5CJdAbk3cKC25AJ3TjDT7Dy0ZAdLf3lnM9oOxunh-5fdwmExmNoum6KWuaWUP3uBhkQBHVUyaob_xnk8SbEd27_Zb-bhCQHY04AfmhPWXwmBYmKi6XbSnHZn5fVO5QmruMEZzh95gNMIFp_DIvYAOFGWgUqj8c4ohj1v10HM7rNGgkhAxnzVVw/s4032/IMG_3217.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5CJdAbk3cKC25AJ3TjDT7Dy0ZAdLf3lnM9oOxunh-5fdwmExmNoum6KWuaWUP3uBhkQBHVUyaob_xnk8SbEd27_Zb-bhCQHY04AfmhPWXwmBYmKi6XbSnHZn5fVO5QmruMEZzh95gNMIFp_DIvYAOFGWgUqj8c4ohj1v10HM7rNGgkhAxnzVVw/s320/IMG_3217.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When Jared came home early for his birthday, we used the kids' screen time to watch part of the original Top Gun. We need to finish it before Jared and I go see the new Top Gun:Maverick movie for his birthday treat. He and I just sat there having fun remembering all the 80's things. No green screen. 80's music, hairstyles, clothes, etc. Tom Cruise only being 24 yrs old. We've watched it probably 3 times together. Abishai liked it so far. Justin was ok with it. Keturah was meh. Tom Cruise is now 60 yrs old. I can't wait to see the new one. Jared and I haven't seen a movie in the theater since before Covid. The new movie comes out May 27th. And it was actually delayed in being released because of Covid, too. So I've been watching the Twitter feed for the movie for like a year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - Homemaking!</p><p>- Ah, a day of merry homemaking! It makes me so happy! Well, organizing, that is. I don't like scrubbing and cleaning and cooking. Laundry is easy, so I don't mind that. But organizing, that's what I love to do. I'm not great at decorating or painting but man, I'm good at sorting and filing and seeing what fits where and how. Maybe it's my ADHD and how it wants order and how I can pay attention to detail. I can look at the details and sort them into smaller categories. I can see who things intersect with each other and how something might be used more often than another thing, so maybe that should be more up front. Or all of it is just a skill set I've learned over the years. Yes and no. I've always organized my stuff. I used to line my teddy bears up from smallest to biggest. I would straighten up my shelves at the end of my bunk bed. We were lucky enough to have that little cubby and top shelf for each bunk bed. I would make my bed every day and do my homework on top of the covers, unlike Keturah who does hers under the covers. I still use only a lap blanket if I take a nap on my bed or something or I use the couch because I don't want to signal my body that it's bedtime (yes, I know I send mixed signals to my body all the time with my very late bedtimes). </p><p>- Whichever way it happened, I love to organize. I just don't have the strength and time to always accomplish it. But today I accomplish stage 1, which was much more physical than I had anticipated, but I was determined to accomplish anyway, and stage 2, which took longer than I thought but I'm glad I got it done. But those two stages created a stage 3 I had not anticipated so stage 3 is now on my summer list, but towards the bottom because it's a) one of the hardest ones (which is actually get rid of stuff) and b) not on my radar for this summer. I am sore and very tired and I was very hungry at dinner. I didn't get to the blogging I wanted to do, BUT, that's ok. Now I can work on that the rest of the weekend and feel good about finally, finally, FINALLY getting those other things done that have been mocking me for MONTHS. See the photos below to find out what Stage 1 and Stage 2 and Stage 3 means.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I only left the house to pick up Justin from work. Jared took Abishai to karate tonight since his men's Bible study is now on Monday nights. I gave Keturah a list of items she could have done today. I finally had to turn off her wifi at 1pm because she blatantly refused to do any of them. They were: work on putting Abishai's Lego sets back together, vacuum my car (to earn her phone privileges for the month), start mowing the lawn, and start her summer school project. She hasn't been doing anything all week on these things and it shows. Every day is spent on her phone "I'm just playing my games." when clearly she's watching YouTube videos with her headphones on. Ooooo, I should ban the headphones! That way I can hear what she's listening to! I wish I could trust her, but I'm letting her spend 8 hrs on her phone all summer. What a waste! If she was spending time talking to others that would be one thing. But she isn't. And I think I need to do a clean sweep of her phone anyway. But I digress. She managed to do some of Abishai's Lego sets. She should have mowed because the sun was not out all day and once the grass finally dried, there was a nice window of time where she could have made huge progress. Now she has to mow in the big heat tomorrow. And it might be cooler on the weekend, but Grandpa needs his yard done, too. So, are we going to spend all weekend fighting about it again? Sigh. Yup. She can have her phone back tomorrow when 2 hrs of work is accomplished. 15-30 mins for every 2 hrs of mowing. </p><p>- Abishai played with different things, helped me a bit, had screen time, and went to karate where he outran Teacher Nathan and Mrs Dana let him borrow her Korean vocabulary cards to help him with the names of the moves they do. He was worn out when he came home. Yeah! He read to himself and he found some keys to use to open and close up his Aldi store. He also built one of the Lego sets that Jared bought from Jim. I appreciate that Jim wanted to divest his Lego sets and that my boys could get them at a discount. But now, we have more Lego sets we didn't really need. And we listened to the same sermon and we should have been divesting and investing. Sigh. It's like me giving away one curriculum book and then buying 10 more curriculum books at a used homeschool book sale. Not exactly going the right way on the point of owning less. Oops. That's why I said I'm not done with my little project. I didn't actually go through the declutter project. I just moved the clutter to a different room and combined it with the other toys it goes with. Then I need to make some major decisions about what to keep. Aka, these are the big sized cars and trucks, as well as knock off Hot Wheel cars and various balls and things that aren't part of sets that I know I'm keeping for grandkids. Or even if I'm keeping for grandkids, like the playfood, is there anything in there I could pare done on? Anything in the costume box? I know I tried doing that one a couple of summers ago. I just haven't done much with the boys' cars and trucks. I just find that type of toy very difficult. And then the neighbor just gave us another large tote less than a month ago. Again, not good. Just say NO to donations, my kids. Say NO thank you. NO more comes into the house. If you want to bring something in, you need to take something else out. From clothing to toys. Seriously. One to one ratio. Or even two to one ratio like for every new item that comes in two items go out. That would be very, very helpful actually. Perhaps I can have that mindset when I'm out buying things, even if it's just clothes for myself. I just bought some shorts online so perhaps I can have a look in my drawers when they get here. It doesn't have to be shorts either. It could be dresses or old socks. If I'm going to keep the whole order, then I have to give up two of something else. Yeah, I like that.</p><p>- Buy one, give up two. That's my new cleaning out motto.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizVYJ2O8vpsMCK-VEkStw0UH0LeFZQtddgs55camKWFcuxTai6ZL_O6kOC0CTIQWDjyS5nvOk3w7uqXmojSKhVkMya-67zeiXNeCCQD8F0NABqYjLtQEKVWN8UCwLYtLyigrCeLoJBIkZHDtk0_8oZtXbtLSG_QqJyjv7qjg5TmYG0wmZY-zR5g/s1472/DEB2499F-9A32-4A0A-B971-327848285D5D.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizVYJ2O8vpsMCK-VEkStw0UH0LeFZQtddgs55camKWFcuxTai6ZL_O6kOC0CTIQWDjyS5nvOk3w7uqXmojSKhVkMya-67zeiXNeCCQD8F0NABqYjLtQEKVWN8UCwLYtLyigrCeLoJBIkZHDtk0_8oZtXbtLSG_QqJyjv7qjg5TmYG0wmZY-zR5g/w360-h640/DEB2499F-9A32-4A0A-B971-327848285D5D.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ah, so that's what happened yesterday when Leah said something about going to the office and taking a photo with Jared or maybe Jared said she took a photo with him for his birthday. However, I only discovered the actual photo and post today because I was looking for a nice photo of Jared for my own phone background. See, I don't take nice photos of Jared because he's always in his loungewear or doing stuff with the kids and I have to be incognito because he hates for his photo to be taken. Thus, the kids and I didn't get a photo together on Easter or Mother's Day or on his birthday with him. Yup, I dropped the ball on all the holidays this year. Not worth the fuss. Or so I thought. But after the social media person repeatedly asked Jared to take this photo, he obliged. Um, I'm a little jealous, I won't lie. I beg and plead and beg and plead for nice photos and I get nothing. I feel it's pulling teeth and then when I finally give up, someone else gets to pluck the fruit of my labors. Sigh. Dude, not fair. It's a great photo of Jared and Leah, don't get me wrong. But, hello, wifey needs some love, especially when he refuses to put any photos of wifey and kids in his office. And he'd rather put shelf upon shelf of Lego cars instead. *insert very annoyed face*<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESbFRa46feRoTuX__fyhlPXy5b9eaeJW_Qg-3WNQAmjR8KROTcZQKz8tqGCu5XvnJ0CfMV7Q2i9kbrKanNc-erzkLmLblpYsEPHtoTgdU3EPiZc-lRrYJdsyJAAHT22Atxact-230yuds50fu36yQ5mobIEUb1XfL2MkGLYpZUAe9JgqBeLHNVA/s4032/IMG_3219.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESbFRa46feRoTuX__fyhlPXy5b9eaeJW_Qg-3WNQAmjR8KROTcZQKz8tqGCu5XvnJ0CfMV7Q2i9kbrKanNc-erzkLmLblpYsEPHtoTgdU3EPiZc-lRrYJdsyJAAHT22Atxact-230yuds50fu36yQ5mobIEUb1XfL2MkGLYpZUAe9JgqBeLHNVA/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 2, organize Abishai's weaponry<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPi8H07hnIeR7Mt_LxDJH-YvpOZ8gemtfhCnPd9rRVVLAoRXmGApSrB_KoZEDokqCKjuXSA4IyKqZ3LqZhLi6Hy6ZNziF0_7zv2iDv0zkH29Mrua9O6FJ72xmYDnH2F2lLQ2dVUZ60Hp9TT8CDyAlUA8Fe9jsDIYuf7VVOgBHPR1YN03FogiLACg/s4032/IMG_3220.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPi8H07hnIeR7Mt_LxDJH-YvpOZ8gemtfhCnPd9rRVVLAoRXmGApSrB_KoZEDokqCKjuXSA4IyKqZ3LqZhLi6Hy6ZNziF0_7zv2iDv0zkH29Mrua9O6FJ72xmYDnH2F2lLQ2dVUZ60Hp9TT8CDyAlUA8Fe9jsDIYuf7VVOgBHPR1YN03FogiLACg/s320/IMG_3220.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 1, undo this corner and convert the puzzle table corner to fit Jared's flip table. That means I have to put all the Hot Wheels and their tracks into a box and move all the rest of the toys into the sunroom, switch out the lamps from the table top one to the floor length room, vacuum, etc.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWVQ3synZHQDZy3IaS0REfL4_WpgUNndVxmHdLlLU4h0APWJ7uNxKjj_aPilf4F73qZbrcMmOb-E4tHJTcWk-svezvv6TjBRcGkcWLQ9AOLGAhzkyIlKJhnV0ffX2dRVf_2F5puNXgXnBB2ghr7B_I24K9LX-mTZDJxkGx22uLqPeRCGWzA7Fzg/s4032/IMG_3221.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWVQ3synZHQDZy3IaS0REfL4_WpgUNndVxmHdLlLU4h0APWJ7uNxKjj_aPilf4F73qZbrcMmOb-E4tHJTcWk-svezvv6TjBRcGkcWLQ9AOLGAhzkyIlKJhnV0ffX2dRVf_2F5puNXgXnBB2ghr7B_I24K9LX-mTZDJxkGx22uLqPeRCGWzA7Fzg/s320/IMG_3221.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of Stage 1, get this monstrosity out of my space. Jared originally landed it where my mother's rocking chair is now, then it was in the garage for a while before we got the cabinets, and then he stopped using it per the spine surgeon's orders, now he's been released to use it a little bit. So he got it out an landed it here. I was like, no way, jose', it's NOT staying here, not even for a week. It's gotta go, asap. I'm not staring at this thing, or walking around it, or telling Abishai to get off it a million times. Nope. And I'm not moving the rocking chair back to the garage. NOPE, nada, nil. Thankfully Jared had already mentioned moving it in here months ago and at that time I had briefly thought about putting it in the spot where the puzzle table is, so I just needed to actually follow through with it. I just couldn't execute the plan until today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggHGY5xRj0B4STJWxYkeF64Lai7uWC6k4itSRffcHGDXx8spQC_ZEXZDwwYeDzJuGUqSjtR0YuxQr991XDY8B3VY7LX6mThkuCdczarn_ghtUCye3NnvjEVnjvyQiwLs_hebMowECiJXktMoXSEUZ6gxvxhvqSJtL5ijUQ7FeD4umeCC7eLaTVA/s1792/IMG_3222.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiggHGY5xRj0B4STJWxYkeF64Lai7uWC6k4itSRffcHGDXx8spQC_ZEXZDwwYeDzJuGUqSjtR0YuxQr991XDY8B3VY7LX6mThkuCdczarn_ghtUCye3NnvjEVnjvyQiwLs_hebMowECiJXktMoXSEUZ6gxvxhvqSJtL5ijUQ7FeD4umeCC7eLaTVA/w296-h640/IMG_3222.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, sick! Gross! Fisher Price! I'm so disappointed in you! One of my ultimate favorite toy brands that have stayed so neutral and innocent over the years! Why did you have to go and do this? Why? Ewwwwwwwwwwww!!! Yes, I actually do know sort of who this person is. I come across this person in random videos and news pieces. Ugh!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9O2Xrzo7J303QPHShpZ3aizwayqZdL7gqbUy7cLX4Ng0OPQenWbb-k8rt8oirZPWf-3CEkPMKepR2VxflgKLVGJBbZA4SEPVpMAHkZWVyGlII0yy8g-4P-llSweGlGmGZnmvoVneOYnoW8nJ_wUx8Z-TzbvMZNcw63SzluoYlP-JvR_7LY_zLQ/s1792/IMG_3224.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw9O2Xrzo7J303QPHShpZ3aizwayqZdL7gqbUy7cLX4Ng0OPQenWbb-k8rt8oirZPWf-3CEkPMKepR2VxflgKLVGJBbZA4SEPVpMAHkZWVyGlII0yy8g-4P-llSweGlGmGZnmvoVneOYnoW8nJ_wUx8Z-TzbvMZNcw63SzluoYlP-JvR_7LY_zLQ/w296-h640/IMG_3224.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I've been flexing my hot topic disccusion skills with some pro choice people the last few days on that video I posted that was incredibly slanted towards slamming pro-lifers and how awful it would be to let Roe v. Wade be overturned and how each state needs to not ban abortion. The best part of it was learning how the English language is manipulated in opinion pieces (the video) and in the comments. It used to be pro choice and pro life and that was it. Now pro life people are called anti choice and instead of believing in life, we believe in forced birth. So incredibly negative. I won't call someone who is pro choice, anti life because I don't actually think fits. I'm not really anti choice. I believe that the majority of women do have a choice. They have a choice to have sex outside of marriage or not. Abortion is not a form of birth control. Creating a life is a consequence of their immoral behavior. And now they have to live with it. Killing that baby is just adding another layer of sin on top of that sin. And in the cases of incest and rape, the girl or woman will already be going through therapy anyway. Killing the unborn baby inside the womb only again, adds another layer on top of that. Carry that child to term and then put it up for adoption or keep it, but do not murder it. There was a lot of other discussions about medical terms and scenarios about health of the mother (which is rare that a pregnancy threatens the life of a mother, except for ectopic pregnancy perhaps). But now I'm done with it. I need to move on and no one is listening of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KFn_shqz51qMmzZ7th65qz2yB3HAYShTxSRlOZH2KBoEhBVOUWBs9GIddhFarnQQ3Yq84YFnpoyKKNdVIWCMXFMfSUNkrjtrx9kRkB7ceHBzpeKP6d6v5m1YlEvMyZvZVvLDmS6MiIpBjcMxHcGUI4F6ObaANA1uzwOfollfwFmlr5ZlkSeTFA/s500/IMG_3225.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0KFn_shqz51qMmzZ7th65qz2yB3HAYShTxSRlOZH2KBoEhBVOUWBs9GIddhFarnQQ3Yq84YFnpoyKKNdVIWCMXFMfSUNkrjtrx9kRkB7ceHBzpeKP6d6v5m1YlEvMyZvZVvLDmS6MiIpBjcMxHcGUI4F6ObaANA1uzwOfollfwFmlr5ZlkSeTFA/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh5UxqZNJJskebdJY7xUNtlh5l8kizj1ANZbrYsv_HG7wxnW8C0VnE-yRbaxTvewtK9BBmWEnDTmQmocQiONtpTlwXKSlOBWBQpL0e5eruWvyp7fsp24wCJjL7q4tmz85nSay_nFKA79ncmYJd8kh5dTDrcS2n_5-iR_dU6kB1AaY1iFEPuu1JA/s4032/IMG_3226.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPh5UxqZNJJskebdJY7xUNtlh5l8kizj1ANZbrYsv_HG7wxnW8C0VnE-yRbaxTvewtK9BBmWEnDTmQmocQiONtpTlwXKSlOBWBQpL0e5eruWvyp7fsp24wCJjL7q4tmz85nSay_nFKA79ncmYJd8kh5dTDrcS2n_5-iR_dU6kB1AaY1iFEPuu1JA/s320/IMG_3226.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had a Justin ADHD moment where I completely left my breakfast stuff on the table and went and sat in Jared's chair and continued doing my email. I looked up and it was still there. Whoops.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkbEtCdU1oH0r4mYZSUrZp7JIzdnC5bwkH_EP8VNOZB4T-cKAK-LU50S53MuEqDU1y-qExEMtiWCY7CBcJHztMVlxjCDOg8I8L3VGpbQTsmQzdVla0gsrPwiNLlOvL3La-2XjC4UXPl0EdbeFA7X8IZoT7qZ6nld8OvL97r9q-M2j_kG7CYa6XQ/s4032/IMG_3227.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkbEtCdU1oH0r4mYZSUrZp7JIzdnC5bwkH_EP8VNOZB4T-cKAK-LU50S53MuEqDU1y-qExEMtiWCY7CBcJHztMVlxjCDOg8I8L3VGpbQTsmQzdVla0gsrPwiNLlOvL3La-2XjC4UXPl0EdbeFA7X8IZoT7qZ6nld8OvL97r9q-M2j_kG7CYa6XQ/s320/IMG_3227.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Too cute! Abishai is reading to Grogu and Socks!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6LfUtsboL7Xxcb8yolMyNzF298m3Zer496ylGrPP5KZecRIWOiPPgHrcXAeo77yTKBnbHJr1Q7f0lzdgr6KBa0llPXjANhIL_1anuTws56F63RwLl9Oknh_9M6sKeK7nmRPF-ADRDhJJO31Mv2yC-5fSMe_S1yQruTXp1beNP1UWs-oSjc-_3Q/s4032/IMG_3228.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6LfUtsboL7Xxcb8yolMyNzF298m3Zer496ylGrPP5KZecRIWOiPPgHrcXAeo77yTKBnbHJr1Q7f0lzdgr6KBa0llPXjANhIL_1anuTws56F63RwLl9Oknh_9M6sKeK7nmRPF-ADRDhJJO31Mv2yC-5fSMe_S1yQruTXp1beNP1UWs-oSjc-_3Q/s320/IMG_3228.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was putting the folding table away with the other one behind Socks' food dish and picked up the glue mouse trap that was behind there. And wouldn't you know, there was a mouse in there! Poor thing, it looks like it's sleeping. I don't know how long ago this way. It didn't stink. It didn't look that dried out. I haven't heard a mouse in ages though. It looks so tiny, too. And there's tons of dog hair though. So, one month? Two months? Who knows. But it's gone. That's all that matters.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6yKKsYk_P5qiX5KItvt4quBQ4M_-jR0_eR6U7BgCVJEJF00SoZVYEAmlvm3fSVzTp8y-HB9d0dGuFwbawubec_OyKT98ZKXaTd7wAm9DZD2AciMBfTSGSpelZdVNDTPKjk4R4GNpSzDz90LQGZsdNFa1GfwM3qX4IKyuxumJ4Qx_a2w6X1YNMA/s4032/IMG_3229.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6yKKsYk_P5qiX5KItvt4quBQ4M_-jR0_eR6U7BgCVJEJF00SoZVYEAmlvm3fSVzTp8y-HB9d0dGuFwbawubec_OyKT98ZKXaTd7wAm9DZD2AciMBfTSGSpelZdVNDTPKjk4R4GNpSzDz90LQGZsdNFa1GfwM3qX4IKyuxumJ4Qx_a2w6X1YNMA/s320/IMG_3229.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 1 Complete. I have my pretty sitting room back to normal. Now, don't touch it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWxRBbyTl7fzuuQQybJ91APcpk1XZ8fxsfjR9RM_DuVXIeribFF8D_E9y0SsKPKNcvF9iY6afokq4pgZaTOCfkkMlYfuThOU26G6GyaEH_KLYuu5gVlxnIKHoeSV7pi7oOzGbPN-Ax95YIoPKwNbzHwV6f64HBM05xmeW3dV-CIHF45xS66Vg4A/s4032/IMG_3230.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWxRBbyTl7fzuuQQybJ91APcpk1XZ8fxsfjR9RM_DuVXIeribFF8D_E9y0SsKPKNcvF9iY6afokq4pgZaTOCfkkMlYfuThOU26G6GyaEH_KLYuu5gVlxnIKHoeSV7pi7oOzGbPN-Ax95YIoPKwNbzHwV6f64HBM05xmeW3dV-CIHF45xS66Vg4A/s320/IMG_3230.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 1 Complete! Ta da! No one was using the table to build puzzles and the toys were really just blocking the vent anyway and causing a mess, so, now, the clutter is gone! But that silly flip table for your back takes up so much room! And it's so heavy and awkward to move, too. I hate moving it. Thankfully, it doesn't really hit the hanging photos and it's only the head rest that bumps them. The actual table catches itself in the middle first, so the headrest does not bump the wall. Jared will pull it out to use it anyway. But then I had to pull that end of the couch out to switch the light plugs and that takes a lot of back strength. My back is not talking to me tonight, let's put it that way.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiER62H4e4-zbe2TOmJo0_EyGpaAeabL2nSvYNEvXKjGaeRkupM5EQzdhoIkmiCVfWDdHzYyFG6mMYAK1DwXp-5aLLr8qb24jdAQQBN5GB7xQzkbZmaXwYX4JCGbqBsnz3cdfzzs33-ZlUoWQOaRF0PSVrPy2xqg5Ukn8vuis8sKECdQNMZwIMjBg/s4032/IMG_3231.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiER62H4e4-zbe2TOmJo0_EyGpaAeabL2nSvYNEvXKjGaeRkupM5EQzdhoIkmiCVfWDdHzYyFG6mMYAK1DwXp-5aLLr8qb24jdAQQBN5GB7xQzkbZmaXwYX4JCGbqBsnz3cdfzzs33-ZlUoWQOaRF0PSVrPy2xqg5Ukn8vuis8sKECdQNMZwIMjBg/s320/IMG_3231.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 1 created a new stage, Stage 3. Uh oh. I hadn't planned on going through the big cars and trucks, and misc balls and things but it looks like I'm going to need to. We just simply can't keep them all. Plus there's now a brand new big tub of them to the right there next to Abishai that came from the neighbor's house. The purple bin is Micro Machines, so I won't be going through that as it's what I call a "set" and is saved as such for the next generation. They came mostly from my childhood. And then the big box next to the picture books is the Geotrax which again is a "set" that is not being added to that will be saved as is. Obviously there's the bike in the middle. And then I created the Hot Wheels box in the foreground today with all the tracks and smaller sets. Abishai has the Hot Wheels brand cars in a different bin because they are his personal collection. What's left in here for smaller cars are the Matchbox brand and then various cars and trucks of other sizes. Some go as far back as my childhood, some are from Benaiah, some came from overseas, etc. So what do you get rid of? Eek! I'm so grateful to have a shed that is pretty trustworthy and I can store and rotate out different sets of toys. Some day I hope to give our toys to the grandchildren. But for now, I'm grateful Abishai has gotten so much more use out of them than the other kids did. It helps that I'm very organized and I've always kept my toys neat and well taken care of. I don't lose pieces or draw on them or tear at them. And I've tried to teach my kids to do the same.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa8mKzNMc3WXXwh6ri29Q0d6HDyRi6qD7tkXdAcHmXKtgdlEe0zVFtM-F_a1YuoMamKzaOZpbUgjlgt1E5VjoQJ26aiVmGUtzfKwrYu1Yy0MUQse6vd-8AsEA-CeV7g7LN-mTPypr7kR8jWzvfGrHnvJ-8znfWc8KOD8_shislf7kYrdRG-KKgg/s589/IMG_3232.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="589" data-original-width="433" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHa8mKzNMc3WXXwh6ri29Q0d6HDyRi6qD7tkXdAcHmXKtgdlEe0zVFtM-F_a1YuoMamKzaOZpbUgjlgt1E5VjoQJ26aiVmGUtzfKwrYu1Yy0MUQse6vd-8AsEA-CeV7g7LN-mTPypr7kR8jWzvfGrHnvJ-8znfWc8KOD8_shislf7kYrdRG-KKgg/w294-h400/IMG_3232.JPG" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A friend was missing her mom today and posted this. I thought it was really good.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DdPgOOIKQZLtk_PyWQOU50anYm6pKOLgs-w6SeUTPjR-fFCjOHLZTNUM9C0MrRJUyojFgFfx6Ss4vSkd8BBLkVEUkU4PSWuY4qGEa4RTkeyL4LFWkVEC5Z7HrI-H1HAmJvKJusyt2oC9FAy07J9WULtwbVoAHEDSr32yqtKvCjnzhbzEJR66hQ/s4032/IMG_3233.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9DdPgOOIKQZLtk_PyWQOU50anYm6pKOLgs-w6SeUTPjR-fFCjOHLZTNUM9C0MrRJUyojFgFfx6Ss4vSkd8BBLkVEUkU4PSWuY4qGEa4RTkeyL4LFWkVEC5Z7HrI-H1HAmJvKJusyt2oC9FAy07J9WULtwbVoAHEDSr32yqtKvCjnzhbzEJR66hQ/s320/IMG_3233.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks had his last puppy ice cream treat of the 4 cups we got him a few months ago. Yummy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuZOyMwSQdkja5xPkxUAT_JlyHNbwhPjT9uj0lpfb7RwYNUPisJBUmXE7UsAbBTAHG4OIEQVJil-OqrqTqn5kRcIYf0xPNWxP61W72OojmPE-7sVv4-k2W3GvUdlShyPev9qmgjZAOUJgBmK0UfkPX5hh0rauVFp8Z73CgF5sNnOSK8KR9tOsAA/s4032/IMG_3234.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuZOyMwSQdkja5xPkxUAT_JlyHNbwhPjT9uj0lpfb7RwYNUPisJBUmXE7UsAbBTAHG4OIEQVJil-OqrqTqn5kRcIYf0xPNWxP61W72OojmPE-7sVv4-k2W3GvUdlShyPev9qmgjZAOUJgBmK0UfkPX5hh0rauVFp8Z73CgF5sNnOSK8KR9tOsAA/s320/IMG_3234.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbq2wNkf_AigpmfPy7otvI9BVEiIAQyvbXK49XSgOJV8MQydRpMnmF010FnyTvAB-eWWZXb7qni7ub0BEDQI_uITxqoWySsPZI_ZSB0A4mOnEBzcSNgqSulZYMKc_v7WCVFcob6nPbXZKJfQxjyzBd1kTt0WA9zjuxBLBOaBj_pOj_jCJ-trJ3Q/s4032/IMG_3237.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikbq2wNkf_AigpmfPy7otvI9BVEiIAQyvbXK49XSgOJV8MQydRpMnmF010FnyTvAB-eWWZXb7qni7ub0BEDQI_uITxqoWySsPZI_ZSB0A4mOnEBzcSNgqSulZYMKc_v7WCVFcob6nPbXZKJfQxjyzBd1kTt0WA9zjuxBLBOaBj_pOj_jCJ-trJ3Q/w480-h640/IMG_3237.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, look, it's my hardworking day laborer, goods stocker, inventory counter, bag lifter, water bottle carrier, and crazy looking hobo hat wearing dude! This job totally suits this boy. Kind of slow, lots of customer service, lots of physical labor, not tons of intricate thinking, laid back, but lots of great learning experiences. It's awesome. I'm still not sure what to think about the baseball hat and long hair on his hairs look though. He says he swoops his hair back and then puts his hat on, but I seriously doubt it because I see guys swoop their hair back and it never falls like that. I can't think of another word but hobo. That's my Justin though. What a goofball. Gotta love him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcaemmVktqbFp_oorA4jqcoBeeUTrnDW-f_wLHWqkBkXFx88xQHliru6o7zwC6w8ZYffJPd05Hsb_L-Fm2sSLCxGvVk2_qklVihQ0IkfwHhY961SPcuULRYHKyq9YxJSwyqFLv2rlq6DvUppd1LivCXIYpYJmx_fa1cczPPOmcsRTAvXMPHl8lA/s4032/IMG_3238.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcaemmVktqbFp_oorA4jqcoBeeUTrnDW-f_wLHWqkBkXFx88xQHliru6o7zwC6w8ZYffJPd05Hsb_L-Fm2sSLCxGvVk2_qklVihQ0IkfwHhY961SPcuULRYHKyq9YxJSwyqFLv2rlq6DvUppd1LivCXIYpYJmx_fa1cczPPOmcsRTAvXMPHl8lA/s320/IMG_3238.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was playing piano and Abishai said, Mommy, look! Aww, so sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHqd2v2oHs-XJ6Su3oUAZHSoKJ9mse2EysS6NToLSX1X5SxfLzHvF3WRB2mvsqhPAnylqrXNnoXdIYgNKuGVsYenTvMUfIUYacM3WnSpn7cUqQuNyIwRrKpgJzfmQ5sZhFBLKOF33uA-jlQUrud6EZTfeoNsuaToZGZPdQt2h9FviXRo2W-kNdA/s4032/IMG_3239.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHqd2v2oHs-XJ6Su3oUAZHSoKJ9mse2EysS6NToLSX1X5SxfLzHvF3WRB2mvsqhPAnylqrXNnoXdIYgNKuGVsYenTvMUfIUYacM3WnSpn7cUqQuNyIwRrKpgJzfmQ5sZhFBLKOF33uA-jlQUrud6EZTfeoNsuaToZGZPdQt2h9FviXRo2W-kNdA/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Stage 2 complete! All I really did was separate out the different types of weaponry Abishai had here. I put all the Nerf brand guns at the bottom of the green bin and that will be their permanent storage from now on. And then I gathered all the Nerf bullets into a smaller bag and put it in there. Then I put the other weapons into the army bag that the Nerf stuff was in and put that on top of the Nerf guns inside the green bin for now. If we were to store the Nerf stuff, I would take the army bag out and put it with the rest of the dress up stuff in the sunroom and close the Nerf box. Unfortunately, the three weapons on the clear box are too big for the green bin so they had to go back on top of the clear tub. The clear tub is the big box of Legos from Jim. There isn't supposed to be anything on top of it because it sinks down into the tub. But whatever, I can live with it. I put Abishai's costumes in the red cabinet behind the Nerf guns. I didn't mess with the books and Legos on the other shelf as that's an entirely different project and would go with the other bookshelf. And the Keturah is currently working on putting Abishai's Lego sets back together for me. The whole point of this Stage was to sort everything out and to put things away enough to reveal the hot/cold air vent so the boys' room would be properly heated and cooled again. So, I achieved that. There's always more to do of course. I'm not sure if or when I'll tackle Abishai's clothes like I usually do in the spring (and fall). And of course the Legos are always in issue. I might help Justin by boxing up the rest of Benaiah's stuff on the shelves. But I really want Justin to finish cleaning up the Lego table and I want shelves to be built on the other wall over the Lego table, too. So, it's still a work in progress.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknhFk-wUb0a8vVUNX_SHtqIh_UPP93S3ddwt06ScAggqTOtWqd2ocpDXGjUOCQlFeZQOzRscM7J0BQ8yFEj6Z7FOJiKbJXSdVRPl9DpYaxVsw2qUnCge6JX76yg-PkZ_aF3RTuE321J58HlK7Dbye669xU7jMT5Qypl9U1SLjs6mGpjlcO332_w/s1792/IMG_3240.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknhFk-wUb0a8vVUNX_SHtqIh_UPP93S3ddwt06ScAggqTOtWqd2ocpDXGjUOCQlFeZQOzRscM7J0BQ8yFEj6Z7FOJiKbJXSdVRPl9DpYaxVsw2qUnCge6JX76yg-PkZ_aF3RTuE321J58HlK7Dbye669xU7jMT5Qypl9U1SLjs6mGpjlcO332_w/s320/IMG_3240.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was missing Jared today so I was looking for a decent photo of him to put on my phone. That's why I was looking for the e2 one. So, I just cut Leah out of this one, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvFmoP7yaf_Q5iKw6Jviikyyn_cndE4Q_0UhfazqXVDfNqIc-_QFv5Ex5ayysw2UajQLOVMZOJAlJ5n1NFJbaKKaPKI9DbQRJsD8FeS5kP0jtiIuRE9Q0aah_IUZBkV54uahEbbA2GSsFlclWIMrcCqK4ivsir8Lvi0HiDUMSbRYaiUFYvc2hHg/s4032/IMG_3241.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvvFmoP7yaf_Q5iKw6Jviikyyn_cndE4Q_0UhfazqXVDfNqIc-_QFv5Ex5ayysw2UajQLOVMZOJAlJ5n1NFJbaKKaPKI9DbQRJsD8FeS5kP0jtiIuRE9Q0aah_IUZBkV54uahEbbA2GSsFlclWIMrcCqK4ivsir8Lvi0HiDUMSbRYaiUFYvc2hHg/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">To quote Skittle's ads from the '90's, "Taste the rainbow!" I'm hungry after all that hard work today. Yeah for leftovers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0Uzees4t2A6uWchYaLFyP6J3MZJXJTpH2ZTqNoOv8SXZYVt_jq3Dw3iPxFrtMP1d8q25PJsXW2_UBseO8NPWM12vdpRtEnyquo8ncUJOglJu7gDeMni7TO2bV8bXEhDmcgK0TAyRtR1FpzWWu7LFFx7RIIi_eH3EwJWgnklPalUf88BsnLp1EQ/s4032/IMG_3242.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0Uzees4t2A6uWchYaLFyP6J3MZJXJTpH2ZTqNoOv8SXZYVt_jq3Dw3iPxFrtMP1d8q25PJsXW2_UBseO8NPWM12vdpRtEnyquo8ncUJOglJu7gDeMni7TO2bV8bXEhDmcgK0TAyRtR1FpzWWu7LFFx7RIIi_eH3EwJWgnklPalUf88BsnLp1EQ/s320/IMG_3242.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the cleaning out, Abishai found these keys. He says they are now his keys to open and close his Aldi store.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwPOvXSd3wp36ZWG4h1I4NY9IzhyfnYddzf73t-8Jzqww1yDeocc0p1uDekeXtOk8UZrIwNVDeD00R1dumMJGHQVmNdXDiLmT-SH0WTiTwlP9LlteSO1lGnbnR4q4yhcmxGVeVkWbweYWHueSpwPJT_2wlsqfvcc50xG593K2SbiiMeltBo7ULw/s4032/IMG_3243.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigwPOvXSd3wp36ZWG4h1I4NY9IzhyfnYddzf73t-8Jzqww1yDeocc0p1uDekeXtOk8UZrIwNVDeD00R1dumMJGHQVmNdXDiLmT-SH0WTiTwlP9LlteSO1lGnbnR4q4yhcmxGVeVkWbweYWHueSpwPJT_2wlsqfvcc50xG593K2SbiiMeltBo7ULw/s320/IMG_3243.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ta da! Abishai's Aldi store!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGmU5ozUeIjTSto7XLX53hFVPi4mhwOHkTaktnJ8Q-NdyKU5I_HA7oU8g2BOltEOOFmvFBbpG9eZ7BJUkjFVMYgnAprJnJVOM25amzVbBxrHbczW_dpSSHiDcVznucEk6kwOqWSFeQWsYtiDK9SXWg0-nAwO2yDZbDAjtek01TZN3TucrIjFJFg/s4032/IMG_3244.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGmU5ozUeIjTSto7XLX53hFVPi4mhwOHkTaktnJ8Q-NdyKU5I_HA7oU8g2BOltEOOFmvFBbpG9eZ7BJUkjFVMYgnAprJnJVOM25amzVbBxrHbczW_dpSSHiDcVznucEk6kwOqWSFeQWsYtiDK9SXWg0-nAwO2yDZbDAjtek01TZN3TucrIjFJFg/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, I wasn't sure if I would really eat all of that, but I did without batting an eye!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IkXLsdWDLBRSJtnDX4GlWXwNbaAIAOOewq80211th5NFiHaZulCxRmjcKhlHAW5buYqGIJfqciBMo9vTvUdIzmYU-bkUigULGCW6xsq6HZIa3thA2DOLaAAbAR2PuBWV1z-oRLAdVYcOHXr5LfjJZLlLwEu3KIwVc8j2KGe4wNnImo8fPiwmiA/s4032/IMG_3245.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IkXLsdWDLBRSJtnDX4GlWXwNbaAIAOOewq80211th5NFiHaZulCxRmjcKhlHAW5buYqGIJfqciBMo9vTvUdIzmYU-bkUigULGCW6xsq6HZIa3thA2DOLaAAbAR2PuBWV1z-oRLAdVYcOHXr5LfjJZLlLwEu3KIwVc8j2KGe4wNnImo8fPiwmiA/s320/IMG_3245.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ugh! Boys! Why?! Is it really worth it?! Buying $290 worth of Lego sets for $70 from Jared's friend worth it? Yes, yes, it's worth it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYtm0cZuoTvfQ7XSQHp8BxxdorPggRAaSdAkzmZMBPv7jbyjWeM0B8kuFTGa6A8GJYo3UBuZ2cYhSVpuV5OIAh-VpWm3kFm20x8Hx8MkxhSkZOppdcVjSEF7Q_azZfYn7915Qwk64aJVK8ye9eg2psUSaJx1wFvCvNKdO30JW7MfDyHPY8-YSpg/s4032/IMG_3246.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYtm0cZuoTvfQ7XSQHp8BxxdorPggRAaSdAkzmZMBPv7jbyjWeM0B8kuFTGa6A8GJYo3UBuZ2cYhSVpuV5OIAh-VpWm3kFm20x8Hx8MkxhSkZOppdcVjSEF7Q_azZfYn7915Qwk64aJVK8ye9eg2psUSaJx1wFvCvNKdO30JW7MfDyHPY8-YSpg/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Especially this beauty. Oh my word, I love these sets. That's why we need nice shelves to put them on! I couldn't care less about the cars.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BXR2ZKKbRQYSIoltX9SF2JVSYuqdc1HE_VhN5b_GU7wmaxmhcDe4ywRQ4bcT6Q7pZgzs8SfNcQXlGQe1HmxIcSWi91O6sWj3-oWnIhL4iB3b7_lKP8UB9RNyXPmyLd9HjN6vj2TFbfjzNfszwEYbz1IjNah-IgxMM0WVGT-hc8Wbowy0Cwnw8g/s4032/IMG_3247.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1BXR2ZKKbRQYSIoltX9SF2JVSYuqdc1HE_VhN5b_GU7wmaxmhcDe4ywRQ4bcT6Q7pZgzs8SfNcQXlGQe1HmxIcSWi91O6sWj3-oWnIhL4iB3b7_lKP8UB9RNyXPmyLd9HjN6vj2TFbfjzNfszwEYbz1IjNah-IgxMM0WVGT-hc8Wbowy0Cwnw8g/s320/IMG_3247.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared looked over my shoulder and said, wow! My bamboo is taller than the sunroom windows! Why yes, yes it is! This angle is from me being up close the window and looking sort from above.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbx_SEyLHKSFBEOWbiNF393-gH6MEUiTAqvDkKz6Ut9iFdRZyOmwC5273jkJ89g0IjM9WoU0ITr4GBi7GowNVCpfD1gOj15hprDvcGW6xR-Tf2diAYB52dmGzYomCDR1NfgJiTnHFcPj_iK-BedAUt5Uei-zyMVyRK3GTkwcHp-zs7YpyzTuuYQ/s4032/IMG_3248.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbx_SEyLHKSFBEOWbiNF393-gH6MEUiTAqvDkKz6Ut9iFdRZyOmwC5273jkJ89g0IjM9WoU0ITr4GBi7GowNVCpfD1gOj15hprDvcGW6xR-Tf2diAYB52dmGzYomCDR1NfgJiTnHFcPj_iK-BedAUt5Uei-zyMVyRK3GTkwcHp-zs7YpyzTuuYQ/s320/IMG_3248.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From this angle you can see more straight on how high up it is. I know the screen is in the way, but the top of the bamboo is sitting level with the top of the trampoline in your line of sight. Obviously it's not that way in real life because of you know, that pesky art term for what things look like far away vs nearer? Perspective? Yup, it's late and I'm tired. You know what I mean. The bamboo is like over 6 ft tall. That's what you need to know. It's exciting.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Friday -Bananas!</p><p>- Well, it all went bananas! Beautiful banana muffins that is! I tried a random banana muffin from online, a regular gluten one, and they turned out beautiful. They were a hit with our Friday park day people and some even took some for their husbands! I felt pretty pleased with myself. Even Abishai ate two of them! I'm going to print out the recipe and write down exactly what I did so it comes out just as good next time. Jared had picked up two bunches of bananas that were only the right kind of ripeness the way my kids would eat them for one day and they refused to eat them the rest of the week. I would have picked up only 1 small bunch and passed on getting anymore this time. So, I was looking up recipes that would use up more than a couple of bananas. This one used 3, but the reviews said it still didn't taste very much like banana. So when I double the recipe, I had in a 7th banana just for fun. And there was a TON of sugar in it, as well. I whipped the wet ingredients first, included melted butter, in the big mixer first to make sure we got the light, fluffiness of whipped eggs in there and it did the trick to really get the muffins to make huge domes. I could have easily made 3 dozen muffins instead of 2 dozen muffins in the size I usually make. So when I brought them to Friday park day, I made sure to bring a plastic knife in case any of the moms want to only have half of a one for a small kid. I wouldn't have cared if half of one had gotten thrown away anyway. I was just using up the bananas and it's just some flour and other ingredients. But it did call for nutmeg and cinnamon. Anyway, it took Abishai and I a bit longer to get them done because of his help, so I didn't get to work on much else this morning.</p><p>- Then we went out to Greenfield for park day at 2. We could have gone up to the splash pad because it was open, and we had prepared for it, but there were plenty of people at the playground and everybody seemed content there, even Abisahi, so we left it at that. Abishai was a punk all morning, not listening, getting into stuff, and then throwing a fit when we said we go to the park first. So, I felt no need to even try to go to the splash pad on the way home and he didn't insist either. I think he was worn out from the playground. Plus, of course, we had Kya by that point, too. We came home, rested for a few minutes, and regrouped enough to put dinner together.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I put my foot down and made Keturah mow for 2 hrs before her job cleaning for Renae. I dropped her off there before we left for park day and then Renae brought here back. Mysteriously, a house key showed up and I think maybe Benaiah left it for us or something. So now I can just leave that for Keturah to take or something. Or Justin can put it on his keyring when he starts driving alone in a few weeks. She managed to get the side yard and back yard done in 2 hrs and 23 minutes this time. She should have continued doing the front lawn because now she's going to have to work around major storms in the next few days. Super frustrating to me. I am timing her this time, and I think it's helping her to hustle. And I said this to myself today, it's not about the grass looking nice as much as it is teaching my children self initiation tasks and responsibility and follow through. So, now she has to work around heat and storms. Perfect day today to mow though, quite warm but with a breeze.</p><p>- Justin work with bad allergies so he didn't do much today. He enjoyed himself at the park, although I wasn't sure he was going to actually make it. Now, if he and I could just catch up on some sleep, we could respond better to these seasonal allergies. He wants his ears cleaned out and I had to once again remind him of basic biology of the ear in that it's not about ear wax but that the sinuses near the ears get clogged up and push up on the ear canal causing the sensation that it's full and also affecting balance (causing vertigo). I just recently saw a video on how a doctor cleans out ears and how some patients have nothing and some have a ton. I think it's not necessary and that it's just sinuses like I have. I simply don't have time to go down the route of the ENT because all they will do is give allergy medication and tell you to stop putting q-tips in your ears. And we won't do either. So, moving on from there.</p><p>Thank goodness it's Friday. Tomorrow it's going to be rainy and I hope to fully catch up with blog stuff and then start afresh on the rest of the paperwork on my desk like those medical bills of Jared. Then I will work on more physical projects around the house.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYV74L3PFk0V1tAOkXYyr0ayn1tes9Xu-9MPITeQ1jcgtrHs1z8futL46fKl25SGCOJugCfodwkWZyopEb6a0t0tnktS5i5CfH5VDeV2w-jw7sufKX9miDaCeOcQDO2a_Yksnxhgc8_Hi4Dq1XVqc8A3oVJ0j86vG4bs-cUMG1F1lVA3KDyWdpw/s1472/207E77E2-CD04-4CFB-B647-B2FB34AE8621.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZYV74L3PFk0V1tAOkXYyr0ayn1tes9Xu-9MPITeQ1jcgtrHs1z8futL46fKl25SGCOJugCfodwkWZyopEb6a0t0tnktS5i5CfH5VDeV2w-jw7sufKX9miDaCeOcQDO2a_Yksnxhgc8_Hi4Dq1XVqc8A3oVJ0j86vG4bs-cUMG1F1lVA3KDyWdpw/w360-h640/207E77E2-CD04-4CFB-B647-B2FB34AE8621.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared and I will be going to the new Top Gun: Maverick movie soon so I thought this was pretty cool. It's the actors Tom Cruise and Meg Ryan from the first Top Gun movie meeting Princess Diana in the top photo. And then it's Tom Cruise again the bottom photo meeting Prince William and Kate in the bottom photo at the British premiere of the new movie. Prince William flew helicopters for the British. He even wore these coal loafers (they looked like slippers!) that had F-18's embroidered on them. So he (who is my age) grew up watching Top Gun (which released in 1986 when we were 5 years old) and now he got to to have this special moment. I think it's pretty cool. I like Tom Cruise and a lot of his movies are pretty edgy and interesting. He's met the Queen and has decent respect for the crown. Tom Cruise was 24 yrs old in the original Top Gun and he's now 60 years old! Crazy! And fun fact, there was an awesome theme park ride where you sit in a chair and dangle your feet at Kings Island in Ohio and it was one of the only ones I really liked. It was a bit slower, but not a kiddie ride. It was over near the Son of the Beast, if I remember correctly, and we rode over a ton of trees and vegetation so it was quite pleasant. Jared and I have enjoyed watching Top Gun together over the years and I really do appreciate the technology and science that goes into flying jets. And it helped me appreciate seeing them when we went to the Indy Air Show, which, da da da! We get to go again next month with Abishai! It's back! Or it has been but I wasn't sure when and how pre-pandemic, and then it was on hold, but now it's back. Time to see some airplanes of all sorts!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpP9AkA9_91GiIMvhTWHIJOc8SSoD9L0mXcUQKo3W8kGfn8y-hfnInc9ejlVlZASWB2TxEstQogBqiLOeCun-z5yjLk5xuqM2XqIBuiB2dP5at5NcnBgvxdoOTL43wS4NOMAEOQGMdKlsPdN_4ZpfI3w-9m7Fc1bWRO4rQI9fFCkyrdunKUW5qw/s1003/281744912_10158360214131513_6672739818976667235_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1003" data-original-width="798" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvpP9AkA9_91GiIMvhTWHIJOc8SSoD9L0mXcUQKo3W8kGfn8y-hfnInc9ejlVlZASWB2TxEstQogBqiLOeCun-z5yjLk5xuqM2XqIBuiB2dP5at5NcnBgvxdoOTL43wS4NOMAEOQGMdKlsPdN_4ZpfI3w-9m7Fc1bWRO4rQI9fFCkyrdunKUW5qw/s320/281744912_10158360214131513_6672739818976667235_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is also a weird thing to include here, and I also took this off of Facebook. But I want to include it because it's great memory to have. This guy's name is Norm Abram and after 43 in show business/woodworking/DIY home modeling, he is officially retiring. My dad religiously watched him for years and years and years. This was our HGTV before HGTV existed. My dad watched The New Yankee workshop and This Old House just like I watch videos on homesteading and raising animals and having huge beautiful vegetable gardens. Both he and I could never really physically do it or spend money on it, but we dream/ed of doing it. We know all sorts of things about it. It fascinates us. And Mr. Abram even looks a lot like my Dad. Sometimes I think my Dad styled himself after him, lol. The plaid shirt, glasses, beard, haircut, the bit of a belly, the whole thing. or maybe it's just because I associate the shows with my Dad. Anyway, one of the best things about watching these shows instead of HGTV is the New England/Boston accents! HGTV has all the typical mostly midwestern accents. But This Old House especially is filled with hosts and contractors from New England. And the houses are like 100-200 yr old incredible structures with the tall windows and narrow staircases, not the bungalow and ranch style homes out here. So, for me, it's a piece of home. My friends on Facebook say they remember watching them with their dads, too. Awesome. Here's an article about the tribute show. <a href="https://www.thisoldhouse.com/23126199/this-old-house-to-air-tribute-special-to-master-carpenter-and-television-trailblazer-norm-abram?fbclid=IwAR0_Q-te61UJxuqAleGp4hCjyQ6IaGRB6wn7OPe95hQ750EPg2rw6PO2Ojo" target="_blank">This Old House article</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWmDKm65-WF7y2G8uifVsv8ToiDOjen74WtvmixSKWs_ZaTy4KH8k1P5Eq1D0JKKNuHfvBgkWnRS5rLPnou3PtCoT59h5_HEP-A7JVgaiZ-sSmMYudLE2iqPRjgrzDlv8w-rM6tx6-_yAWJGSJDHJj_Iq6X3Ncv13hnw193nCnhj9y-ivJvL1Og/s2048/282039938_10158360214371513_1989462554672746471_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWmDKm65-WF7y2G8uifVsv8ToiDOjen74WtvmixSKWs_ZaTy4KH8k1P5Eq1D0JKKNuHfvBgkWnRS5rLPnou3PtCoT59h5_HEP-A7JVgaiZ-sSmMYudLE2iqPRjgrzDlv8w-rM6tx6-_yAWJGSJDHJj_Iq6X3Ncv13hnw193nCnhj9y-ivJvL1Og/s320/282039938_10158360214371513_1989462554672746471_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm guessing he's my Dad's age and my Dad would look something like if he was still around. It's been almost 11 yrs since my Dad passed away.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnn3hV7o0IQXIS6H_y-tB7QOuNH_H1YbSThaQR-1ABzdTUhju7flVMoE1z1PqbliaiuB-oILnSLTJaWLSSkVkTeNz9kbZnEGbjChDJzK7JS2OBS0obHAd-zdx9q_oPhBZdwiSZUh6ZIByKK9jwEnsI0UuOyMZi8temSt1tmMgArjS8zWv0XxhJ5A/s1428/283132238_10158360220146513_7977064173409890656_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1428" data-original-width="952" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnn3hV7o0IQXIS6H_y-tB7QOuNH_H1YbSThaQR-1ABzdTUhju7flVMoE1z1PqbliaiuB-oILnSLTJaWLSSkVkTeNz9kbZnEGbjChDJzK7JS2OBS0obHAd-zdx9q_oPhBZdwiSZUh6ZIByKK9jwEnsI0UuOyMZi8temSt1tmMgArjS8zWv0XxhJ5A/s320/283132238_10158360220146513_7977064173409890656_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throw back pic of Mr. Abram That haircut reminds me of my Dad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNil1hkjLvJa889Yu4BRFR3Q4qfYJm6UG5F5PIrlyumspoy3MxfQMS-yBbIqzDXippKx9NhnKse4bOj3MOdfREb_IRKCb5Mom4l5fm5fhLsfNbxPm3w1G_0dgACp2PlgjY05r3jnwJdszaakeZAdktmGcyDk5dNW_iyDfpv-_RxI5POOkt46cJA/s960/IMG_3249.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="960" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoNil1hkjLvJa889Yu4BRFR3Q4qfYJm6UG5F5PIrlyumspoy3MxfQMS-yBbIqzDXippKx9NhnKse4bOj3MOdfREb_IRKCb5Mom4l5fm5fhLsfNbxPm3w1G_0dgACp2PlgjY05r3jnwJdszaakeZAdktmGcyDk5dNW_iyDfpv-_RxI5POOkt46cJA/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Talking about throwback pics! This one came across my feed today! I love this one and remember titling it something like he was pondering some deep thoughts. And really, he's lived up to that. He's definitely a thinker. Oh my, I think this photo was taken on our bed and on top of the comforter, the darker brown side. And yes, we still have that comforter and we were under that same comforter today. We switch it to the lighter color in the summer. It's a two sided/reversible one I got over 10 years ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUum1-gAWTq1KIZ1dIMDte37SZ_SYI1c7sh4ot68qVjf9Mpb4YGctp0t2QmjjYwepP2NU0EsH_UGSFUtiTwepLdBDUshAjx9E5nzfiNFReCY91AWEmzjf6PcQSrpHMDROt4nfhGgDh4ndLsiDTG3ChA0Lj5Hh0GO8aPRHxJJugWNc4I74o7-nGQ/s3088/IMG_3250.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUum1-gAWTq1KIZ1dIMDte37SZ_SYI1c7sh4ot68qVjf9Mpb4YGctp0t2QmjjYwepP2NU0EsH_UGSFUtiTwepLdBDUshAjx9E5nzfiNFReCY91AWEmzjf6PcQSrpHMDROt4nfhGgDh4ndLsiDTG3ChA0Lj5Hh0GO8aPRHxJJugWNc4I74o7-nGQ/s320/IMG_3250.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So we created a new snuggly pic 7 years later!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpshlEJVAV0hOUQqT8n9PEXfJOIwdM4OolSKQ2jK0evCbOQ8NbRCYPHribiECKMIePPnj9-e9dZAV2NdbOXyI3YuYsjgOpoxwZp2182EuOv2DdEjjLa7C2p9whrp_J52lZdHYZw0O6TvZZDTkOVVylFxCD1DGIRxQb9QPhak1bSlACZrDAFVPESg/s4032/IMG_3254.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpshlEJVAV0hOUQqT8n9PEXfJOIwdM4OolSKQ2jK0evCbOQ8NbRCYPHribiECKMIePPnj9-e9dZAV2NdbOXyI3YuYsjgOpoxwZp2182EuOv2DdEjjLa7C2p9whrp_J52lZdHYZw0O6TvZZDTkOVVylFxCD1DGIRxQb9QPhak1bSlACZrDAFVPESg/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teenagers. Teenagers who have responsibilities. Teenagers who could have started mowing yesterday and now have a mean, mad mother on their hands who are not afraid to post their sleeping photo on the internet. She work for almost 3 hrs today and got the side yard and back yard one. We are having a lot of summer storms already so there's no time to waste to get work done.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSk7vv8QxkcwHgnuOXhSfrHsJeJoCq-jXuMkG4XzPGLMs2YrCC263B8BrIVk9S3pf_vkiOoVLY4UHCWNqKvHp3RJULBm1YL_279xKS6mEmYmIC028S-tHtzHgJEcD3bhtW8zJ3bIPoXL-ywYc3V236XB4jhRgla3YYFUTJQ7ahbzzxFBledrsjtA/s4032/IMG_3257.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSk7vv8QxkcwHgnuOXhSfrHsJeJoCq-jXuMkG4XzPGLMs2YrCC263B8BrIVk9S3pf_vkiOoVLY4UHCWNqKvHp3RJULBm1YL_279xKS6mEmYmIC028S-tHtzHgJEcD3bhtW8zJ3bIPoXL-ywYc3V236XB4jhRgla3YYFUTJQ7ahbzzxFBledrsjtA/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I described it well above, so here are the banana muffins Abishai and I made today. 7 bananas, lots of sugar, regular flour, 24 huge muffins. Could have easily made 36 smaller muffins. They were a HUGE hit, so huge that a couple of the ladies took them home to their husbands! I'm so proud of myself and glad that I made the effort to use the big mixer, and switched the directions to whipping up the wet ingredients and sugars first in order to get the eggs all fluffy with the melted butter and then slowly added the flour and other dry ingredients. It also had cinnamon AND nutmeg AND vanilla extract in them. I saved and printed off the recipe. Here it is: <a href="https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/257206/ultimate-banana-muffins/" target="_blank">Ultimate Banana Muffins</a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNDugb2JtJNp0wRmPKYZMKIuOSUSMO6XX6rV-LLgSK9kVWkdKcLHVgq43knd-2L3m47HRdZmmRyoNo3MapKCxjckgDhIYFWlE0O-uz2nlyCOhEQX1WQC5517GvDd-4TgNdwtf1NxG49CM04fGD35O0XokMEBbTKyKNtO4zD-F1f6GkgydiIt2Mw/s4032/IMG_3258.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNDugb2JtJNp0wRmPKYZMKIuOSUSMO6XX6rV-LLgSK9kVWkdKcLHVgq43knd-2L3m47HRdZmmRyoNo3MapKCxjckgDhIYFWlE0O-uz2nlyCOhEQX1WQC5517GvDd-4TgNdwtf1NxG49CM04fGD35O0XokMEBbTKyKNtO4zD-F1f6GkgydiIt2Mw/s320/IMG_3258.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teens! It's good to see them outside on this 88 degree almost summer day! I don't consider it summer until after Memorial Day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmTV6Xd8852XL07L7AnejC1Tc3amfu56dR40s41dykdF06ztOcFVoCF20xXiJgI3gQ2vKCUNZkVlCOBF8VyrFxuKwstuXefIGc_dlAnpkhBYlRHcaUTn-ylYL-dtFClhHu-FNkeqO7dIMC2kzDXc1NOSV7UryO1356QAmlbS3u0XAlemLfuWJXg/s4032/IMG_3259.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmTV6Xd8852XL07L7AnejC1Tc3amfu56dR40s41dykdF06ztOcFVoCF20xXiJgI3gQ2vKCUNZkVlCOBF8VyrFxuKwstuXefIGc_dlAnpkhBYlRHcaUTn-ylYL-dtFClhHu-FNkeqO7dIMC2kzDXc1NOSV7UryO1356QAmlbS3u0XAlemLfuWJXg/s320/IMG_3259.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai dressed for the splash pad but we didn't actually go, as I suspected we wouldn't.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1YuL7xmmem1z5HisLz_HyIxyRRooX4zqXc1JEMYbmoYhm13sS2pVL8Y5z5SbKVAt_1d-Qb7wp5R8u0K1no3uqrrPgnvpk-NQl2hPlZVIyKFaUve6XAvwUBJJTvivXTSdNd3ij5D5uFkrN9VP-KEOp1FWI0keJJaqYpY40MWOvW0sBciI-0JQkw/s4032/IMG_3260.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1YuL7xmmem1z5HisLz_HyIxyRRooX4zqXc1JEMYbmoYhm13sS2pVL8Y5z5SbKVAt_1d-Qb7wp5R8u0K1no3uqrrPgnvpk-NQl2hPlZVIyKFaUve6XAvwUBJJTvivXTSdNd3ij5D5uFkrN9VP-KEOp1FWI0keJJaqYpY40MWOvW0sBciI-0JQkw/s320/IMG_3260.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had several more families show up, which is usually the case when we are at a park closer to Greenfield. We were at one of the Greenfield parks this time. Here's some more older teens and then we had middle school teens, too. Mostly all girls though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGEo1TTMxBGxs1e3hi9N_f_r31yXHs5tSePmaqLXB-8UD6CblbgJxuqT0P9ngjifvxKb6I6YDHXDefwnwWgobDfAOB4dNrHmNuXT6RYDijid08AKAsKr8DuAfAhDAG2dApxgHvkID131D6aTSHQ28oLERt6LEGUUyxHcjXMy-k-U0zBaPfZJR9A/s4032/IMG_3262.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGEo1TTMxBGxs1e3hi9N_f_r31yXHs5tSePmaqLXB-8UD6CblbgJxuqT0P9ngjifvxKb6I6YDHXDefwnwWgobDfAOB4dNrHmNuXT6RYDijid08AKAsKr8DuAfAhDAG2dApxgHvkID131D6aTSHQ28oLERt6LEGUUyxHcjXMy-k-U0zBaPfZJR9A/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When you cut your finger on a dog food can, you have to go find a band-aid. While we have grown up band aids, I knew that the princess band-aids were getting used so I literally skipped down the hallway to the bathroom to find one. I found a Mickey and Minnie one with XOXO on it. Hehe!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAavQXNnEQYI-HGGyfGgNG6G1a3ZoYdVH6QupQlIqOxBSe67cZ3KwiNPtMxehgXiwHIJIDS806lGUOU_KUGg1YET6HfnOPHDcgsHUrpllxIGhvVIaqSqCYyToviDJCowf8OIrfd8G6DbJ9cnANQWa7gT5a1AOuW8BEhSXIT22jFh3FAVvl1crqTg/s4032/IMG_3263.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAavQXNnEQYI-HGGyfGgNG6G1a3ZoYdVH6QupQlIqOxBSe67cZ3KwiNPtMxehgXiwHIJIDS806lGUOU_KUGg1YET6HfnOPHDcgsHUrpllxIGhvVIaqSqCYyToviDJCowf8OIrfd8G6DbJ9cnANQWa7gT5a1AOuW8BEhSXIT22jFh3FAVvl1crqTg/s320/IMG_3263.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDPPPgxcUdR-SeMnYuYOJFcwNJLNQGYJqrrL8Ek7YF8vob78d0Rs-fpcsED5sUxQvJilXsmfw2X334DEgv4wfHyYB72rlDiQA20E19cLFTALTB8IjbFNnbEoLduLPoV0YxO7AhC8a3hqaO2fiQY52t2O-HWuYis7xH_uVFu3YYYW8tvOCVoz2uA/s4032/IMG_3266.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMDPPPgxcUdR-SeMnYuYOJFcwNJLNQGYJqrrL8Ek7YF8vob78d0Rs-fpcsED5sUxQvJilXsmfw2X334DEgv4wfHyYB72rlDiQA20E19cLFTALTB8IjbFNnbEoLduLPoV0YxO7AhC8a3hqaO2fiQY52t2O-HWuYis7xH_uVFu3YYYW8tvOCVoz2uA/s320/IMG_3266.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whoops! Perhaps I should have pulled this tree out so hard! It's a walnut tree and I think Jared purposefully planted it! Or maybe Abishai did! Either way, check out these roots! Since Abishai and I just studied this in Science, I took this photo for him. And then I gave the tree back to Jared to try to plant and revitalize. How fascinating is this?! How can a mighty walnut tree grow from just a seed such as this? I think this is a dicot seed. I can't believe that people believe this kind of stuff just randomly happens. It takes way more faith to believe that it's random than it does to believe a Creator made it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iINPhpKbSeYCQnXzdCkCrD9jeSm5tNNdcKSOwNJH5WAh9RfuwAWDnuaNcLnJPBI0OGxSfBLGpAZgti2zHDS5bva7istmC9N4RAtSND5yobCCVLw78h5UGaqqNTLjtU32xQYXoxXj4Gh-gXjf-9M9O-wfnCSupW3MTJMqI4X8GpDyfVx9qtdMng/s4032/IMG_3267.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9iINPhpKbSeYCQnXzdCkCrD9jeSm5tNNdcKSOwNJH5WAh9RfuwAWDnuaNcLnJPBI0OGxSfBLGpAZgti2zHDS5bva7istmC9N4RAtSND5yobCCVLw78h5UGaqqNTLjtU32xQYXoxXj4Gh-gXjf-9M9O-wfnCSupW3MTJMqI4X8GpDyfVx9qtdMng/s320/IMG_3267.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walnut perhaps?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5hP5lok9RzLnfYovhIuh4QnnUxXw1dCuWVaZCkv7IMCUsEJ47wI1NoyfcGUQJhmVbEoXdpaTq2ysAWVYv1_Ebo7wbO0fE7VjiCK-kkpK0mNHhsOyIfEowLcxzHH_1aupBVgyC7dTLqc4qXRSlU46Q1hoe56YQDQnUIYBtwNR4Y5trAJhsO8n0Q/s4032/IMG_3268.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq5hP5lok9RzLnfYovhIuh4QnnUxXw1dCuWVaZCkv7IMCUsEJ47wI1NoyfcGUQJhmVbEoXdpaTq2ysAWVYv1_Ebo7wbO0fE7VjiCK-kkpK0mNHhsOyIfEowLcxzHH_1aupBVgyC7dTLqc4qXRSlU46Q1hoe56YQDQnUIYBtwNR4Y5trAJhsO8n0Q/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfert3bjWVQxZYbE6m2mMNQpjgAD8_iB_pv8plye2DW-aV5zrbmDjI8oWYJ1CBND00ZE_CSLUeSr17tZjDx2HISMXgFDAITg4pppxbq2DAvZDbxR3Bpy75Ckx7iNn0RJKpXdJKpcLyC4lWJc8n1SjTrvDecDq7OCRDl1ddns4gm46Kf1NeeVWZw/s1792/IMG_3269.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfert3bjWVQxZYbE6m2mMNQpjgAD8_iB_pv8plye2DW-aV5zrbmDjI8oWYJ1CBND00ZE_CSLUeSr17tZjDx2HISMXgFDAITg4pppxbq2DAvZDbxR3Bpy75Ckx7iNn0RJKpXdJKpcLyC4lWJc8n1SjTrvDecDq7OCRDl1ddns4gm46Kf1NeeVWZw/s320/IMG_3269.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day of mowing? And then perhaps a bit more? And since I'm writing this on Saturday, she's spent another 1 1/2 hrs on the yard. I did tell her that I think it all can be done in 4 hrs or less. And I think timing her helped her hustle a little. It still feels like it's taking forever because I had to start and stop the timer every time she would come in for something or when she stopped to work for Renae or we had dinner or it was time to go to bed. But, if we can get the timing condensed down each time, that would be helpful. I think on his best days Justin could get it all done in 2 1/2 or 3 hrs, maybe? And worse, very hot days it was over 4 for sure. It's just the starting and stopping that bothers me. I've also just now put together a checklist because I'm tired of sending her back out there because she keeps forgetting this part of the yard or that. And I'm having trouble keeping it all straight in my own head. I have to visualize the yard in my head and mentally go through it. Now having it written down will prevent her from having excuses of "you didn't me to do that" or "that's not part of the job." I left room for tasks I left out since I only spent 10 minutes on it. I'm going to conquer this issue because it's not about grass, it's about obedience and being responsible.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00r5yj_HXNHXsWrPvAUvVJKMRcavnyCL1d81FtSa9xuWGt2A0nfQc3yaVwUWW7YLwccXBG13BePNkM287jzuzUimdFw6BcxMh6s34yAZOFAszyEi6Zd9ZnI_dO9YoxyVaD1YpSM_7X45UZF8_tswYGW-A7Z0hMr_mAzLV182Sp8fFJc9jEPGOIQ/s4032/IMG_3270.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi00r5yj_HXNHXsWrPvAUvVJKMRcavnyCL1d81FtSa9xuWGt2A0nfQc3yaVwUWW7YLwccXBG13BePNkM287jzuzUimdFw6BcxMh6s34yAZOFAszyEi6Zd9ZnI_dO9YoxyVaD1YpSM_7X45UZF8_tswYGW-A7Z0hMr_mAzLV182Sp8fFJc9jEPGOIQ/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, that's a funny way to have screen time. And, not the best place since you're blocking the door. He is trying to charge his tablet. What he needed to do was move Daddy's bag and have the charging cord wrap around brown chair like he normally does. But he's cute and innovative anyway. He didn't play video games with Daddy at all. He hadn't had his own screen time yet, because we were out, and he had been all over the place emotionally and physically today, so we all needed a quiet break. Jared and I went outside and did a few yard work items to finish our daylight hours in case bad weather comes tomorrow instead of Jared playing video games with Abishai and me sitting down right away to type (thus I'm typing on Saturday instead).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Saturday - Home All Day</p><p> - I decided not to go to a high school graduation open house since I've been out all week and I really needed to rest and work. It would have been to see these folks but something has to give. I can always go visit them another time. I spent 5 hrs already trying to blog, catch up on emails, work on some paperwork, and misc. computer things. My butt is sore from this chair, my eyes hurt, my legs are restless, and I've spent another two more hrs doing a whole lot of not much but whatever. Ok, fine, I did post the IAHE Marketplace on a strategic local homeschool page and just got 6 new people to sign up for it SO hopefully maybe that particular group might start to realize that other people who are posting in that group is posting the wrong information before I go and talk to the admin about it. I don't want to step on anybody's toes on this group because the admin is well known in the Indy parenting scene and eek, I'm a nobody. I didn't realize that until I just looked. Whoops. I'm glad I hadn't commented on the posts randomly like I usually do. The group is sort of big, but a lot of my regular homeschoolers are on it, too and know better about the laws of homeschooling. I have to keep an eye on it, let's just say that. Anyway, I was catching up on other news. But I'll try to punch in the rest of today here, before I go back and maybe load up the pics of earlier this week. And then tomorrow maybe I can finish the blog. And then get the cd's done and backup.</p><p>- I'm grumpy because I binged my show until 4am and it shows because everything is bothering me today. Keturah is also grumpy because she is tired and sore from doing most of the yardwork in under 4 hrs. She needs to trim but the trimmer broke on her again. She literally had a meltdown, got a headache and had to be sent to bed right after dinner crying complete with tears. That's totally not like her at all. She might have some of the bug that Abishai had earlier this week or the seasonal allergies have hit her, too. Either way, she was a complete train wreck. She fell asleep right away. Then I guess she got up and went to the bathroom as Abishai was going to bed and I think she took a shower or something and went back to bed again. We'll see how she is in the morning. And I'll have to follow up with her on the trimming. I need to insist that we buy a new trimmer and a real blower for this house. And I'll also have to remember to praise her for getting the lawn done in 4 hrs. She gave us a lot of grief about other things though. And I've been in quite my own mood. So I've tried to stay away from others myself. I've got this itchy patch of skin on my collarbones/sternum and I don't know what it's from and it is directly affecting my mood. And I just don't feel like I can properly Sabbath right now either. I did lay down for a little bit and work out some of my knots because my legs and hips and arms and shoulders just won't settle down. But I feel like Keturah, any little thing is going to tip me over.</p><p>- Justin woke up whining about his nose bleeding again. His sinuses are clogged with allergies. We were outside for 2 hrs yesterday. The air is dry inside from air conditioning. He sleeps on the floor with dog hair and dust. He now wants to get some kind of laser treatment that blasts away at the pores inside his nose. And a) I don't have time to pursue the pcp, ent, get approval for a procedure like that, set up appointment, worry about recovery time, just so it doesn't work, all under Medicaid. Not after the last few weeks of back to back appointments and b) I don't think it's wise to blast your nostrils and stop them from doing what they are supposed to be doing. Especially from what I know of how thin those membranes are and how easily broken they are. That's why they bleed like that. If he wants to get them done someday, it's up to him. We can look into getting an air purifier and humidifier (like something closer to essential oil diffusers) for their room. And he can wash his sheets more often and not sleep in the same clothes he rolls around in the grass in. Same goes with him wanting his ears cleaned. I recently watched a video about three people getting their ears legitimately cleaned out by ENT's and it's a toss up if you even half anything in there. (I think I explained this yesterday). So same thing, I'm not taking the time to work on this right now, especially when he only complains while his sinuses are full of snot. All our noses are full of snot. It's called spring. And it's called being a Johnson. Get over it.</p><p>- And of course Abishai was full of energy and needing Daddy's full attention. He played a lot on his own, too, all day. But Jared brought out new Lego sets to build with him to help distract him, too. Jared is finishing up the last couple of grading assignments today as they are due by Monday. He also did a lot of cooking for us today. He visited Jim for a bit this afternoon. And then starting next week we will shift gears back to home improvement projects on Saturday. </p><p>- And now Keturah can't sleep because of her nap. She still has a tension or sinus headache, scratchy throat, and nasal drainage, great. I gave her some benadryl (and I took some for my own itchy issues) and some ibuprofen and sent her back to bed.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYK2CFgxwEyKbX19FbM3sxF2YWbiaaISKDppoVnLIBEd_-B7xrZZusM4hyrb9QYH_aeoxLfP7wz7FK8K0pBSr8zD4uXMrBJbuwh9w0M-cAAm0FPmNYigT_iJ7R88gylw7cDiEKfHkqLZrHhrSUJn-Y2QHcSzKHJFMjDpqQnbjQ-OXGWsRIMdrjQ/s4032/IMG_3272.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYK2CFgxwEyKbX19FbM3sxF2YWbiaaISKDppoVnLIBEd_-B7xrZZusM4hyrb9QYH_aeoxLfP7wz7FK8K0pBSr8zD4uXMrBJbuwh9w0M-cAAm0FPmNYigT_iJ7R88gylw7cDiEKfHkqLZrHhrSUJn-Y2QHcSzKHJFMjDpqQnbjQ-OXGWsRIMdrjQ/s320/IMG_3272.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Creative play all day long.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mNbrXnlv45trDSkttBxHDHwH5e3UJiSWLTzXhHL-GiXLpUQa7CrpCGV8aPvZr1JMepOuCjE77RkAtIj2gJ0zM-8z-ycFzn9lBGJ7jlg8kp6Cz0UOLztGZI1IVHB2BIsn1fxIFzyXrcQZoAE-TIX-7Ybo5k5ETuBrMJb8x8dbm0ly31_xLPaLlg/s4032/IMG_3273.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mNbrXnlv45trDSkttBxHDHwH5e3UJiSWLTzXhHL-GiXLpUQa7CrpCGV8aPvZr1JMepOuCjE77RkAtIj2gJ0zM-8z-ycFzn9lBGJ7jlg8kp6Cz0UOLztGZI1IVHB2BIsn1fxIFzyXrcQZoAE-TIX-7Ybo5k5ETuBrMJb8x8dbm0ly31_xLPaLlg/s320/IMG_3273.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">C'mon, Mom, let me out! Let me out! Meanwhile Abishai is not phased at all and continues to make stories in small spaces.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZSxItnFMI8dnq1jtbeU5_CAbVFRKJL0z3ndcb8OYFXaolHnnuvb70rE2ArY-LgFGy0wfMbXUaUb1OVGG8nLvW0ZhWCCsUT9tKTgRbb_cqc_Fsvzce26xvB_YyH6DhscvHI0iPp5WL3fhWiQK8GLcqUxkLrky4XV4dYXMIpCmTYO3_D-HyADstQ/s4032/IMG_3274.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyZSxItnFMI8dnq1jtbeU5_CAbVFRKJL0z3ndcb8OYFXaolHnnuvb70rE2ArY-LgFGy0wfMbXUaUb1OVGG8nLvW0ZhWCCsUT9tKTgRbb_cqc_Fsvzce26xvB_YyH6DhscvHI0iPp5WL3fhWiQK8GLcqUxkLrky4XV4dYXMIpCmTYO3_D-HyADstQ/s320/IMG_3274.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Saturday of Lego. Next week, it's time to make some Lego shelves!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT67blTmPj4111xXq6STLB3RS1BNb4fK5zerGHYhp7b7q4OIHja84KBud8Rm-PpSh5-fSpmguOxc0vY6gR4sH2HLcWmR2eAVpUMYOcpJxFvv_knc3xxMv9brciDtTugQsDSB6BkYm5s8kQuLt68FL8g4OCoeul1nHR0wGG_CIwLg8IW4aT0hH6g/s1792/IMG_3275.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirT67blTmPj4111xXq6STLB3RS1BNb4fK5zerGHYhp7b7q4OIHja84KBud8Rm-PpSh5-fSpmguOxc0vY6gR4sH2HLcWmR2eAVpUMYOcpJxFvv_knc3xxMv9brciDtTugQsDSB6BkYm5s8kQuLt68FL8g4OCoeul1nHR0wGG_CIwLg8IW4aT0hH6g/w296-h640/IMG_3275.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It wasn't a Christmas gift, I don't think. Or maybe it was. I can't remember. I think it might have been a "I'm sorry, so here, have a pan because I found it at Aldi make up gift" lol. I'm sure he'll enjoy it. He'll do all the seasoning of it and speciality cleaning and what not. I'm not a huge fan of them because they are so heavy and I know you can't use a lot of soft and heavy scrub brushes on them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAbc8pTPsK9leptm6zW1NVa02NOS0jurtUiTlaEO4z30ybGpSKlvzqLBhJsxdKyhdJjGm-aipe62eK6CkN4xyBSx1aFvYMKTpe3waBRg8QfsdRMwqeF-uw25mpk_6nRdwxmaUF7l455n9009gUwy5RmkzcZVGkdeNvWP3Wakw220WjVYzgx2BZg/s2016/IMG_3276.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAbc8pTPsK9leptm6zW1NVa02NOS0jurtUiTlaEO4z30ybGpSKlvzqLBhJsxdKyhdJjGm-aipe62eK6CkN4xyBSx1aFvYMKTpe3waBRg8QfsdRMwqeF-uw25mpk_6nRdwxmaUF7l455n9009gUwy5RmkzcZVGkdeNvWP3Wakw220WjVYzgx2BZg/s320/IMG_3276.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcKq8D4dYtI-V99dfwHkWc1rKKUYl162bOfpcMNMi3gcON2kN80DKUZvLPZtEGP11yg_Lkb2B0JyzTFRawCnGMIRPWo0xFmkygXotOy6bIZ-LVsrgaQoNgG3RJitASzxw9-m6CHxFSQwinSChkzl3lgbMPPIhLcsumxnfI63swxnJNeS3GVVXag/s2016/IMG_3277.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkcKq8D4dYtI-V99dfwHkWc1rKKUYl162bOfpcMNMi3gcON2kN80DKUZvLPZtEGP11yg_Lkb2B0JyzTFRawCnGMIRPWo0xFmkygXotOy6bIZ-LVsrgaQoNgG3RJitASzxw9-m6CHxFSQwinSChkzl3lgbMPPIhLcsumxnfI63swxnJNeS3GVVXag/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouLnDtd_iE5VIjg2JnqE_7Zo3gfFFyDvy60edcyxxZ-F72NUkDUOhxIklnAnhizqyN8UHyMZ5FLnlgrRF224JfWnNtaUPyyKv6lDll0TTcHR_gzPISb00HG23N_j_h4jmqAZGPvlC7gXs9n_47J-0v93vynCw_V2ObzkIbi3M4nVUzA8EL3rnIw/s2016/IMG_3278.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1512" data-original-width="2016" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgouLnDtd_iE5VIjg2JnqE_7Zo3gfFFyDvy60edcyxxZ-F72NUkDUOhxIklnAnhizqyN8UHyMZ5FLnlgrRF224JfWnNtaUPyyKv6lDll0TTcHR_gzPISb00HG23N_j_h4jmqAZGPvlC7gXs9n_47J-0v93vynCw_V2ObzkIbi3M4nVUzA8EL3rnIw/s320/IMG_3278.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBK5Aw7QSLH2re_2akPjUOxOaM6k8GjbEesj-Ursg2mDEcBUUoIs5m9sLdK-j1eyrwqkrTC3pAgHx_Bcr7ULGh3M3b5r9mdVjMzkYck-RmAdRDxG3mGgjF2WhfDYsoOkVq9fi5AapsVoY4vvuOoE8QwLmwxoWPEpUIukTwJuuqsYbJsBid0VgsA/s4032/IMG_3279.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBK5Aw7QSLH2re_2akPjUOxOaM6k8GjbEesj-Ursg2mDEcBUUoIs5m9sLdK-j1eyrwqkrTC3pAgHx_Bcr7ULGh3M3b5r9mdVjMzkYck-RmAdRDxG3mGgjF2WhfDYsoOkVq9fi5AapsVoY4vvuOoE8QwLmwxoWPEpUIukTwJuuqsYbJsBid0VgsA/s320/IMG_3279.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared looked up from the kitchen table and exclaimed, "Whoops! I better go outside because Abishai is talking to the neighbor!" And Jared hasn't officially met the new neighbors yet. I haven't either. But Socks barks at the pups all the time. Abishai claims he will just climb over the fence to play with his new friends. Well, we'll see. Their kids are very young, so around Abishai's age.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTemlhC3VVJKWvvd9kYPh3CMmBb7HKoh5UgQoggZGyRwxGpQzpa68z2WY34QU8R2oeVSZeezc6uGLJRfCOiOr7WZ6jbWazHgWsPcXo0bBpoYtJ-jg0UnbfFve7EPt3_Z7AWECy8yMJMdRykM8lfKRYSq1kjaz-JIwBN4H23Id3WzMeUXcarWK3-w/s4032/IMG_3280.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTemlhC3VVJKWvvd9kYPh3CMmBb7HKoh5UgQoggZGyRwxGpQzpa68z2WY34QU8R2oeVSZeezc6uGLJRfCOiOr7WZ6jbWazHgWsPcXo0bBpoYtJ-jg0UnbfFve7EPt3_Z7AWECy8yMJMdRykM8lfKRYSq1kjaz-JIwBN4H23Id3WzMeUXcarWK3-w/s320/IMG_3280.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPLlSAST63A1Dps3TIehTixcjEs7NI6LRCNlOJANHLQRWc5J6nHkdDC-dgjGnsAyfYI8tV5N67HksX3knfSPPNu95-jvc-URtFhsP1rMwu0LUssRDms2oN_UXfQWh50D223TEjKcDfY75aMRakfeRAUzTzZP34H_DyVco3mp__7-XBgvjwWtA3g/s4032/IMG_3281.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPLlSAST63A1Dps3TIehTixcjEs7NI6LRCNlOJANHLQRWc5J6nHkdDC-dgjGnsAyfYI8tV5N67HksX3knfSPPNu95-jvc-URtFhsP1rMwu0LUssRDms2oN_UXfQWh50D223TEjKcDfY75aMRakfeRAUzTzZP34H_DyVco3mp__7-XBgvjwWtA3g/s320/IMG_3281.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Lego building.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAe9DJqaTKIabE74LEHG4BLp8mZxhyPopZ6wBFN6r5Ien4TLoY0r4Sw013imAMK6O_MDOMFB_cISZfUoY0T_LgiY_0C7e6ZvRC31StJLTpkpFAUo6yUFE2D732uNLsh6rZeMHFKEDAbjesSCIWFx8-FTzh8l6dy0lz0TvK0smti3KUAoi83GHZg/s3520/IMG_3282.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxAe9DJqaTKIabE74LEHG4BLp8mZxhyPopZ6wBFN6r5Ien4TLoY0r4Sw013imAMK6O_MDOMFB_cISZfUoY0T_LgiY_0C7e6ZvRC31StJLTpkpFAUo6yUFE2D732uNLsh6rZeMHFKEDAbjesSCIWFx8-FTzh8l6dy0lz0TvK0smti3KUAoi83GHZg/s320/IMG_3282.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks went ballistic all of a suddent. And lo and behold the baby bunny was in the backyard! Well, hello! And no, I wasn't going to let Socks out because he had just been out. I just have gone outside at some point today and soaked in the warm weather.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy86ZKyWTB7W98DUDlKhXsJkpP0UWL8C142pYD6YJ8LgIILu9v5_cysv2LvBuQLzRgCCfMat1ySNMgW1oXGog' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCzayXQbufMl7hq8z3CjLADPw5AoxMYiNdTUlkx_3NNQZP2wA6WHbob317N-PqOD7xAlov2WNEQo7OSRjHAXrkxBJhgwo78SkRdqy-pGIuc49QDv2W9gWf-zNut8e4r3DqSlrYtODUVH4g-dT5k3eX2I2zTVCwzUAsZDHPMa88EVX5TZMJFQTOg/s3520/IMG_3283.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmCzayXQbufMl7hq8z3CjLADPw5AoxMYiNdTUlkx_3NNQZP2wA6WHbob317N-PqOD7xAlov2WNEQo7OSRjHAXrkxBJhgwo78SkRdqy-pGIuc49QDv2W9gWf-zNut8e4r3DqSlrYtODUVH4g-dT5k3eX2I2zTVCwzUAsZDHPMa88EVX5TZMJFQTOg/s320/IMG_3283.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-f5nDOcYN_VTPTThFIQaznyU1bgFg9wZGtc0Klz4z9T1qEVdTApBYv9h5Cjc30XUdHaoTvXPXIkHYnSl1DSJNTYNIpkgsd77vml_j8gomoQ5d5ha2kkhTWUD1tThW6ja2QtLxEqZHi02fIbMdqjN809ZiwjhI3HoTjNyMwGxbBAzcTHLGJuQpbQ/s4032/IMG_3285.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-f5nDOcYN_VTPTThFIQaznyU1bgFg9wZGtc0Klz4z9T1qEVdTApBYv9h5Cjc30XUdHaoTvXPXIkHYnSl1DSJNTYNIpkgsd77vml_j8gomoQ5d5ha2kkhTWUD1tThW6ja2QtLxEqZHi02fIbMdqjN809ZiwjhI3HoTjNyMwGxbBAzcTHLGJuQpbQ/s320/IMG_3285.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2teDyavKgQ23IjWtZ9mUQdTXNPaJ8TmvBsSpx6RQFMoSMTYuxrmTVjWPX0bNpq2p0hQJrnDJd3XdwRINOTO6448Qv0xjr1Ln1596NVhpg7BhQBKjDcmLkJNqNafdzd0sed-TOdi-b8FThkgqr0GoN3Z_dNc-GyRrPc8XtAlqgA8YLgzDfk7KJw/s4032/IMG_3286.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2teDyavKgQ23IjWtZ9mUQdTXNPaJ8TmvBsSpx6RQFMoSMTYuxrmTVjWPX0bNpq2p0hQJrnDJd3XdwRINOTO6448Qv0xjr1Ln1596NVhpg7BhQBKjDcmLkJNqNafdzd0sed-TOdi-b8FThkgqr0GoN3Z_dNc-GyRrPc8XtAlqgA8YLgzDfk7KJw/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good bye Mr. Peter Cottontail. You're being brave getting that close to the puppy. Enjoy your snack for now! Bye!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - Jared's Birthday Dinner</p><p>- Keturah woke up still with a headache and runny nose so she didn't go to church. I was slow moving and wasn't going to make it to either church in time, so I stayed home with her and played the sermons for both loud enough for her to here as well. And it's a good thing I did. I was able to catch both the new high school minister at Indian Creek being introduced and a missionary at New Pal Bible being introduced for ministry here stateside. As far as actually listening to the topics of the sermons, I may have slacked off a little today. Indian Creek's was your typical sermon on silence and solitude and sounded very similar to Dan's sermons on the topic from the past. I didn't really catch anything from New Pal Bible and when I hooked my phone into the speaker in the bathroom, the YouTube feed was very quiet and I couldn't hear it over the noise of the shower so I had to listen to something else. I'll need to listen to it again later. I know it was Daniel and the Lion's Den. Otherwise, it was a quiet morning to have my silence and solitude and commune with God after a long week and busy Saturday trying to catch up from the busy week. And I'm nearly done catching up!</p><p>- Then I did have to go to the Creek for Abishai's Camp Allendale meeting where he meets his camp leaders and other boys in his group. There's 2 leaders and about 6 boys his age. It was so neat to see that he knows at least a dozen names of kids in his 2nd grade class! And then I got to see Abihai go over to a shy friend that is usually fine in Sunday School his mom said and Abishai told him about how he was scared on his first day of camp but then by the end of the day, he didn't want to leave. Abishai needed NO prompting by us. He intuitively knew which story from his personal life to tell in order to comfort the other boy. It was so sweet! And then he pointed out the other boys and told us their names. He also almost immediately got friendly with his leader, Sam Southworth, whom we know. And when we mingled with other groups, he pointed out girls by name, too. What a little socialite! The other kids couldn't do that. So incredible to see him in action! </p><p>- So we didn't get to Grandparent's house until after 1. Thankfully it was Jared's birthday dinner and you can't start the birthday dinner without the guest of honor. So they had to wait for us. During dinner, vacation was brought up and I think we figured it out! I had JUST thought about it this morning even! So perfect timing! Not so perfect in some other ways, but I'll be working on that. We did get to see a few quarrels between the the older ones among us, so that was a bit unusual. </p><p>- After that, we did presents and a meat lovers' bouquet for dessert. Man, maybe Gary needs to stay home and straighten us all out. Then we went home for the usual afternoon screen times and naps. Justin was barely off in time to get to New Pal for youth group. Keturah still went to her last small group at church despite not feeling good. They played sardines, her least favorite game. She should have spoken up about being sick, too. But she didn't and she's now spread germs on all of them going into their last week of school. But whatever. She knows better.If it wasn't that it was her last small group of middle school, I wouldn't have encouraged it.</p><p>- And Justin finished the day with Kya and the gang. They played outside and then went in and started a new series on some social topics like abortion, homosexuality, and Black Lives Matter being started by two lesbian women. This is why I get so excited about Pastor Rex's talks at the Rock! He gets straight the good stuff even with the 7th graders! While his counterparts at Crave had a party and did some kind of Survivor game to finish out their year before they head into their on again off again summer routine. I keep asking Justin every week if he's sure he doesn't want to go Crave because they are doing this or that and he says he doesn't care. He wants to be with Kya and this new crew of kids, that are still in his age range. I mean she's going to be a freshman this year, but there are older guys and gals in the Rock youth group. And he doesn't just hang out with Kya. He mingles well. I've heard that sometimes Kya doesn't understand why he mingles so much with the others and not her, lol. I'm like, ok, buddy, if you can hold down the fort in two different social groups, more power to ya.</p><p>- I burned some bridges and I feel like I had to sneak back into Indian Creek today just to go to this meeting for Abishai. It was a parent meeting and I have to remind myself that there might be other parents that are sending their kids to camp that aren't part of the church. So, it's really ok. Just go in, do what I need to do, and get out. Smile and wave and say hi to those who say hi. It will get easier with time. And move on. No one is thinking about you, remember? That's why you left. But it's very, very hard, because I have 20 years there. I know everything by heart. You don't just forget that stuff. It will be awkward like a divorce after 20-30 years. Patience and grace. And lots of practice and staying confident in my decision. Embrace where I'm at now and enjoy it and my new friendships without comparing it to the old. Just as long as Jared and I don't bring it up with each other, we'll be fine. We just can't talk about it. As soon as we do, we start to head towards a problem. Just like when we walked out of the meeting today and he said some snarky comment about how he thinks I think all the kids Abishai comes in contact with are evil and heathens. Good grief. No. I don't say that or think that. I think in generalities. Of course they aren't that. There will be exceptions. And on the surface level, most people are fine. But start to go deeper with people and you'll find it's not that easy. I only spent 5 minutes with those little boys. If I spent 1 hr with them on any given Sunday in their classroom, I would be able to discern a whole different dynamic of who they interact with each other and which ones are good enough for my son and which ones aren't. I know I can't control any of the kids' environment and interactions 100% of the time. That's why I pray all the time. But Benaiah was teased at church in 4th grade for being homeschooled. I've seen bad interactions between the others and their very good homeschool friends at times, just like I had to discipline Abishai on Friday about it. We had a good, friendly 15 minutes with people. That's just a snippet. That's called Facebook or Instagram post. That's not called doing life together. I need a good hour with someone before I can discern anything about them. So Jared's comments were very, very unfair. And he better not judge any new friends of mine that way either. So, I'm a little miffed at him right now about it. He doesn't have to be so tit for tat about it. So defensive. Just let it be. And then yes, he sent me this photo about the new high school minister being introduced and said something about "see, dan was just waiting until he got back from paternity leave to introduce them because he wanted to do it himself I bet. so get off your high horse." Or something like that. So Jared is looking for ways to point out to me that I'm wrong. And I am doing the same over here as well. It's not necessary. We need to just let it lie. Tell some facts if it's pertinent to our family like, "Brandon was introduced in church today." </p><p> - Anyway, what started out as a peaceful day ended with a little more emotional than I wanted and needed. I need to rest up this week and maybe work on a few things. We'll see. I need to Sabbath tomorrow first. After I get this silly photo cd's done and my photos backed up! Onward and upward!</p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyNh-J3JnahVYii6jpJrvb6wAbObnlKMukcRgxa9Ril8YrAzyimWbu2I64Ev8Kr5jkTwl1h49efg830oaegROkO5n7o4VMqIjRa5ZItJ1WQ9DjgYesEIJX3jKzNF1ATGXFg-D8korNn5mZzbUPtEcZIoyrqiAl_ILHaEE82nPs_o929GqG8fWwQ/s1792/IMG_3290.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWyNh-J3JnahVYii6jpJrvb6wAbObnlKMukcRgxa9Ril8YrAzyimWbu2I64Ev8Kr5jkTwl1h49efg830oaegROkO5n7o4VMqIjRa5ZItJ1WQ9DjgYesEIJX3jKzNF1ATGXFg-D8korNn5mZzbUPtEcZIoyrqiAl_ILHaEE82nPs_o929GqG8fWwQ/s320/IMG_3290.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dan was back on stage today at Indian Creek and he introduced the new high school minister, Brandon Grubbs. I think the kids are in middle school and on down.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6eRsmuhCbM1jBAfL5ofp2iA4GPr3UvrcqcLNITt_86cTrd74SOl17HhCNG107LouF15X2YqolZgrU8WAk6VafcXPHU3dqLOY3JjRa2tPS0Qh2ffnT9VkiTX8AOKtazfuDjYs4B-lGYUZ_DX-GU0GVBsjd19o-BUsi-OrSip5-ocV-D4yI-2r3Q/s1792/IMG_3291.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="828" data-original-width="1792" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje6eRsmuhCbM1jBAfL5ofp2iA4GPr3UvrcqcLNITt_86cTrd74SOl17HhCNG107LouF15X2YqolZgrU8WAk6VafcXPHU3dqLOY3JjRa2tPS0Qh2ffnT9VkiTX8AOKtazfuDjYs4B-lGYUZ_DX-GU0GVBsjd19o-BUsi-OrSip5-ocV-D4yI-2r3Q/s320/IMG_3291.PNG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then at New Pal Bible, Pastor Brett introduced one of the missionaries who has decided to come back and be full time missionaries here on the Indy's southeast sides. They were originally from India, and I don't know details, but they feel called to serve the Indian community, so maybe, just maybe, it would be cool to get them hooked up with our Indian friends! I wish I had gone to church just for that! But I stayed home because I woke up late and wasn't ready on time and Keturah stayed home because she wasn't feeling well. Plus if I had gone to church I would have missed the announcement about Brandon at Indian Creek.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVf0x6G_frvPbYE1d4FiE6AffNzZobYhx9U9m7RGfHyBAsNswZrqLfbN7NksBl6yaGmCVL9pDVjp8MpYSSMvmGtlym28OENW-1ExF2en22fVSDvUka2UJnOPhE5ds13BJelIW6PCmREKH5ruFsm-AX5NZ4tSB-r7rDNdHsicVYyDBYduhoDD1hQ/s1792/IMG_3292.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbVf0x6G_frvPbYE1d4FiE6AffNzZobYhx9U9m7RGfHyBAsNswZrqLfbN7NksBl6yaGmCVL9pDVjp8MpYSSMvmGtlym28OENW-1ExF2en22fVSDvUka2UJnOPhE5ds13BJelIW6PCmREKH5ruFsm-AX5NZ4tSB-r7rDNdHsicVYyDBYduhoDD1hQ/w296-h640/IMG_3292.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Despite the Johnson nose and seasonal allergens, open the windows this week! PERFECT spring weather! I can't wait to get outside tomorrow! I didn't have time today, but I'm going to make it a point to get out tomorrow and Tuesday before the rain hits. And then on Friday for park day!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLqUK1_5ES7VI1zUp6CjfE99MsaBhsZ9FUMjQMHD9mzmiQ37Lwp11V5P4nhNkrCYboqXBjaVAKlHlPyCYLzzkp4rIuwYvkKHz1DkU1NwaJc3P7sJ83Snn1hOP-B_q25Bdavd16c9mGEl0l8QhFcu7qSpk1nOvexj9XgFpPSuZEuUKj9J6WAJF3Q/s3520/IMG_3294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcLqUK1_5ES7VI1zUp6CjfE99MsaBhsZ9FUMjQMHD9mzmiQ37Lwp11V5P4nhNkrCYboqXBjaVAKlHlPyCYLzzkp4rIuwYvkKHz1DkU1NwaJc3P7sJ83Snn1hOP-B_q25Bdavd16c9mGEl0l8QhFcu7qSpk1nOvexj9XgFpPSuZEuUKj9J6WAJF3Q/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday, Daddy! He may be 7 and he may be Mr. Independent and he may be a leader who likes to make sure everyone feels ok and is included in the group, but he is very attached to his Daddy at all times.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQvFcyb38thVE65miWhvzR5g5MjG93EDBoUtjI1KdYy0WaxU5wrjzw3pbGxjOccD09BZsXwiR6qASSR1ipI2mk-pQ-o6AnzQsuoZvUjTViQN1mSAwgw2Jl_642NH99xAbUF5ogXmO9zHSKHWkfsjo6H0sZcSdSeat_4EbwOJXjr12TL-ghMR4bA/s3520/IMG_3295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQvFcyb38thVE65miWhvzR5g5MjG93EDBoUtjI1KdYy0WaxU5wrjzw3pbGxjOccD09BZsXwiR6qASSR1ipI2mk-pQ-o6AnzQsuoZvUjTViQN1mSAwgw2Jl_642NH99xAbUF5ogXmO9zHSKHWkfsjo6H0sZcSdSeat_4EbwOJXjr12TL-ghMR4bA/s320/IMG_3295.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It never gets old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwIIRdpgTB4I921bMOXXbTIGwLxQFt4VFZJVkHeusVlx2sZtwuqto-ATX3imzmDuzxqqlw_UDmyBom7RD9JYQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0I1Z2zSn-cBeEYF_V-oceA7ViuzrfEt4bJXprE_rYE022Jxh37vt4v_kt2m3uHDH21RJYQqR38gNnIIGqqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://youtu.be/UyXQ9-z90wE" target="_blank">Jared birthday dinner</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyGiuoN6CAgWx0hVOQRnjy23yt-f4P8v2kB3sc7Juaf9q5htHKkCGy5KEPv5q1n59r2SMnyewKGWAbK_UGUAA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnP5Df1N8aqv_E-0QXACAW3_TKRUPWJj2yaoZ9SxlrNHUKaHP0W4g78BJVhBJ0t3porr3vL_igkb8QcIaoaExPXxROTgOtTkhpISZ3PMujlF2-LzpSq8aLBdk0cmS8oz97hUhDGAIt9EjCA_hsyBix4Myx3iQvALDjg941vQLwjKozE8Wz4MkWA/s4032/IMG_3297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsnP5Df1N8aqv_E-0QXACAW3_TKRUPWJj2yaoZ9SxlrNHUKaHP0W4g78BJVhBJ0t3porr3vL_igkb8QcIaoaExPXxROTgOtTkhpISZ3PMujlF2-LzpSq8aLBdk0cmS8oz97hUhDGAIt9EjCA_hsyBix4Myx3iQvALDjg941vQLwjKozE8Wz4MkWA/s320/IMG_3297.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pile o' presents.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5caadWXOcCn2UQW7aP-vou2MJ_mBsvAo9EI15x2TfwJeXVdjyOYlTZdxbTGOtNKiJs3BpetfZz7eeMABRf3YyV821XMc1nKzV2GclpWOWvjLWc4KJHmxUxWA9sx1Hp5YJtm5nP_aSLSGpOCe5Z2G631YzkAo-iEbnMubHBBusQyDWWCSMizZPCQ/s4032/IMG_3299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5caadWXOcCn2UQW7aP-vou2MJ_mBsvAo9EI15x2TfwJeXVdjyOYlTZdxbTGOtNKiJs3BpetfZz7eeMABRf3YyV821XMc1nKzV2GclpWOWvjLWc4KJHmxUxWA9sx1Hp5YJtm5nP_aSLSGpOCe5Z2G631YzkAo-iEbnMubHBBusQyDWWCSMizZPCQ/s320/IMG_3299.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet! From the Mackinac Bridge like Gary got for Christmas! And we might be making the trip again over Labor Day and walking it again! I truly wouldn't mind doing that trip again! And this time, when I'm on the Island, I AM going to bike around it again! I AM! Maybe Jared and I should do a tandem bike together or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bfFUmdzx5dPUOAJ44FheNXYeLY1fhdMgTXDTOyqib_NUCLZJlu2STpduEqPjPP2g8tG39KpAgjQm_fah6Qqtq8H_hycF2e8o-p80gpCydTxyBhefshwhRu5z2YAg7GzpsH06zNeURF4STp83_Aux-PKAOKuSa2fGUAegsoHhcH3oCwJminDQFw/s4032/IMG_3300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bfFUmdzx5dPUOAJ44FheNXYeLY1fhdMgTXDTOyqib_NUCLZJlu2STpduEqPjPP2g8tG39KpAgjQm_fah6Qqtq8H_hycF2e8o-p80gpCydTxyBhefshwhRu5z2YAg7GzpsH06zNeURF4STp83_Aux-PKAOKuSa2fGUAegsoHhcH3oCwJminDQFw/s320/IMG_3300.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai had to decode Daddy's secret way of labeling the package. He's had this package since November.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTs7DPWAgQiYlqc2iX1M-cE3VZRkHmZZPPBNjb9RcfSX6Lt10XzOCTaQba8t7xObxO2gS9I01hVjXkbf1SC3fwpefPXPp444f0cGIyEjBdv9Mzk_j7r31jP8Oyn9FqbXY0c7fG75XOKPaRPFPmCmA2Ez1-rkV8GLzlbwb0NrDNFSO6G4r5LgtZA/s4032/IMG_3302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibTs7DPWAgQiYlqc2iX1M-cE3VZRkHmZZPPBNjb9RcfSX6Lt10XzOCTaQba8t7xObxO2gS9I01hVjXkbf1SC3fwpefPXPp444f0cGIyEjBdv9Mzk_j7r31jP8Oyn9FqbXY0c7fG75XOKPaRPFPmCmA2Ez1-rkV8GLzlbwb0NrDNFSO6G4r5LgtZA/s320/IMG_3302.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scratching the kid under the chin like he's a cute dog or something, alrighty then.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjgdaNcv41HFq4CVD05EOnA8_Ntbv7CI9CnIjs3cljCwuZwMeN3rdTCYy0Lzit2qvDBPsIZnVhEivYPYMPT8Kb6HAstzfUkawI57_wOD-pJ6GJCCuYZIZPXl5YwWxhm9YTgCjzPzJbvlATDzYSI4pE4iM0LvtkKBuevbx-kxoL1WzFzINr8wDHg/s3520/IMG_3304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGjgdaNcv41HFq4CVD05EOnA8_Ntbv7CI9CnIjs3cljCwuZwMeN3rdTCYy0Lzit2qvDBPsIZnVhEivYPYMPT8Kb6HAstzfUkawI57_wOD-pJ6GJCCuYZIZPXl5YwWxhm9YTgCjzPzJbvlATDzYSI4pE4iM0LvtkKBuevbx-kxoL1WzFzINr8wDHg/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hm,.....specially wrapped in advance as has been the trend with the J4. They are always ahead of the game! Sweet messages, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylRj9WDfpfUN0WM4kLzESy8bS__BcwtSpIz5L41n215dUM4UxylrKB0vsTkYFnNPNsFypO98UCoWKyhNTGFYaGWViyIdM0hxhRnHJ1tDuP_YXCMsJYumrQmXc51O81bcyIArDPZbkZ_h_z3E8FMA8dSlX_WwXi5U9O-xjxI654LYspvnjv4rI_Q/s3520/IMG_3305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylRj9WDfpfUN0WM4kLzESy8bS__BcwtSpIz5L41n215dUM4UxylrKB0vsTkYFnNPNsFypO98UCoWKyhNTGFYaGWViyIdM0hxhRnHJ1tDuP_YXCMsJYumrQmXc51O81bcyIArDPZbkZ_h_z3E8FMA8dSlX_WwXi5U9O-xjxI654LYspvnjv4rI_Q/s320/IMG_3305.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A set of American coin proofs from 1979!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp67Z1Wx3p-T0FMrV3214kmtOGcDhqHAeCLbrcZubL8DLsn2wNZ4pgffYJU6vGXxFhBnfBnyv4IH18c5n7Kvz3Nofd4vsRMa045HCUXUH3CQdAip3oEbhB2Xp-iQg2IrP_BfyvLmH3_sr9snXFTsSUk_58iWraLYZ_eWRp4FYCKydZVON1kO3R6w/s4032/IMG_3308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp67Z1Wx3p-T0FMrV3214kmtOGcDhqHAeCLbrcZubL8DLsn2wNZ4pgffYJU6vGXxFhBnfBnyv4IH18c5n7Kvz3Nofd4vsRMa045HCUXUH3CQdAip3oEbhB2Xp-iQg2IrP_BfyvLmH3_sr9snXFTsSUk_58iWraLYZ_eWRp4FYCKydZVON1kO3R6w/w480-h640/IMG_3308.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HiaRISLhOQms4oI1OfzxiGav2I5Y2cIcqpAqWmf40RX41sJFmWvLwHSiFxMHv-Zaa-Z0MJo16mQufwgzDEx6X7Wi2p6mW0oo8sk-Nzz1bNEYz4ymTHac9IvwAZXhUycCIWSMKiRpzHBnGAKCfgGxENyEl6TEyXmpvqG981EI4JyCbYkJ5hDgOQ/s4032/IMG_3309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HiaRISLhOQms4oI1OfzxiGav2I5Y2cIcqpAqWmf40RX41sJFmWvLwHSiFxMHv-Zaa-Z0MJo16mQufwgzDEx6X7Wi2p6mW0oo8sk-Nzz1bNEYz4ymTHac9IvwAZXhUycCIWSMKiRpzHBnGAKCfgGxENyEl6TEyXmpvqG981EI4JyCbYkJ5hDgOQ/w480-h640/IMG_3309.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting question because I have seen it many times without the H.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd1i-7ENguknoQjo2YTH6RFy-Z18D9Esd9A7w_3winfyfYTdqz1iCNi-0ju1d77SzxAETSTyrkG-L2AthwNVVDcm5IMM_1vKtGa7prsupJ8GaoRaDoy9F8GZ8zRgV-99WIOiHWduIRLgVpRYOFj_Q_Swd3v8WOmu4l9zOZfcGLkHSLPHyh-9CMg/s4032/IMG_3310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd1i-7ENguknoQjo2YTH6RFy-Z18D9Esd9A7w_3winfyfYTdqz1iCNi-0ju1d77SzxAETSTyrkG-L2AthwNVVDcm5IMM_1vKtGa7prsupJ8GaoRaDoy9F8GZ8zRgV-99WIOiHWduIRLgVpRYOFj_Q_Swd3v8WOmu4l9zOZfcGLkHSLPHyh-9CMg/w640-h480/IMG_3310.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rarer set these days. He bought this at the Lego resale shop.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikw5s0mZFcqF3Iqlxtxir4ZE1mHv-c7HBZxWQ0lEVC54N3tHizMzjtI2VJMW1VL7XhukajXRAkGXw_k8p7Y4fT5VpS7uk1a_v5z7kT6SlBCBNKqkC0naXpAvbv196qsfSyTirIKK6B4jLKDhn4cXJqloPz-n_dzeXtIgLDVT4vaJknLQafcQSlg/s4032/IMG_3311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgikw5s0mZFcqF3Iqlxtxir4ZE1mHv-c7HBZxWQ0lEVC54N3tHizMzjtI2VJMW1VL7XhukajXRAkGXw_k8p7Y4fT5VpS7uk1a_v5z7kT6SlBCBNKqkC0naXpAvbv196qsfSyTirIKK6B4jLKDhn4cXJqloPz-n_dzeXtIgLDVT4vaJknLQafcQSlg/w640-h480/IMG_3311.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyds84J6sfN-zYogL8C74LiZnZhuvUaJBLjpxzOXT3qwy6Mdps8AVdQPKL9FtqgWA1FNnYnW_PwFAOOevqFZA16xHjt_4wJ6eVNoSEjy6s_-3C66605YXDxPx6T0Kusz1yIPFb2AMEPOBlPfjMn_ty-wvOiiYEH1DE6RuTVo7GW49H6zHlXnsl3A/s4032/IMG_3312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDSTs6nK_dHKSCEvzl_AgAY9WKmu6lxreqmShBpcC9f1yaoFRyfkguy1gb5XDyMhceCmbTUPF8uNMspunF7mOeAlRfrPechCXQcaNYQHnY1xRmAq86E_EdrXyFK_9iS41qRuIOxqRtNR7rCR8NgMbLT7gf4AmNmAAFn4its-ym7nTAXA7goaiIg/s4032/IMG_3318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWDSTs6nK_dHKSCEvzl_AgAY9WKmu6lxreqmShBpcC9f1yaoFRyfkguy1gb5XDyMhceCmbTUPF8uNMspunF7mOeAlRfrPechCXQcaNYQHnY1xRmAq86E_EdrXyFK_9iS41qRuIOxqRtNR7rCR8NgMbLT7gf4AmNmAAFn4its-ym7nTAXA7goaiIg/w480-h640/IMG_3318.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leah made the card at one of her "stamp camps."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqa21fYH2RyxhFgEfntPbfPaHbLF6Wbt39866jrynnAhIElD8rbqyNObEISfcT3VIBlfnmnM0enNymugRT6y7D531zSN66KMw5GTtWYMY39Bmg6E_Q-tZwF5v186TT76wSPmP3n0IvO-kHE3CKoutk6xx8uTsE6GkoYR7YtsuhNPljlkxrVj-LA/s4032/IMG_3319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqa21fYH2RyxhFgEfntPbfPaHbLF6Wbt39866jrynnAhIElD8rbqyNObEISfcT3VIBlfnmnM0enNymugRT6y7D531zSN66KMw5GTtWYMY39Bmg6E_Q-tZwF5v186TT76wSPmP3n0IvO-kHE3CKoutk6xx8uTsE6GkoYR7YtsuhNPljlkxrVj-LA/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whoops, I might be out of it because I brought the dishwasher sign into the sunroom with me. This sign tells the kids if the dishwasher is clean or dirty. Yes, I know, I need a better one. I need to just add one to my Amazon list. I actually put it ON the counter top instead of on the dishwasher because they would never see it on the dishwasher. It was just an impromptu sign and I keep in a drawer. It's lasted 5 years.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvemM8vi_hxyL9qiYWv3EJX1lqkpXdbVp-1tHXtRYvSZNL2nVpKFtjfNzOfaMnRkUybJmT0qrJYgKR500ZOX2Ekk6NzwKWS2_ODlFcNXXtp3in-E79DZQrKVCrb6A8zd_jYoyG59CZT0-rhmr4sbuRqu6QUOENqZdYQQTOKRDjExFXpSy0syq6Q/s1440/283321779_10227763037091238_473086387031065075_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1440" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzvemM8vi_hxyL9qiYWv3EJX1lqkpXdbVp-1tHXtRYvSZNL2nVpKFtjfNzOfaMnRkUybJmT0qrJYgKR500ZOX2Ekk6NzwKWS2_ODlFcNXXtp3in-E79DZQrKVCrb6A8zd_jYoyG59CZT0-rhmr4sbuRqu6QUOENqZdYQQTOKRDjExFXpSy0syq6Q/w640-h480/283321779_10227763037091238_473086387031065075_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm borrowing this photo from a 2nd grade small group leader, who also happens to be Justin's actual small group leader as well, Mr. Ron, who is in the middle there in the back with the gotee. I, and Abishai, were looking forward to Ron being Abishai's teacher in Sunday School next year, along with Rob, who is right next to the TV there. I'm kind of bummed that Ron and Sam his son will be moving up to middle school to help there in teaching Middle School worship. He will still finish out with Justin's small group as a leader though. Oh well, at least Abishai still get to be with Rob and Justin. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-28159795738666237392022-05-16T01:55:00.003-03:002022-05-16T01:55:50.670-03:00Year 7, May 9th-15th, 2022: Yes, No, I Don't Know<p> Monday</p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQu-g346a8v3S0Dq4OpTj_A9dkPz7YpWBr9hGxTKkglmuPtFHPiXQb8NmtVK-4ry3S6YEyBME3vCAeNADxmej3J6wbegmEvXOwq51mAn2a0zqM6zeXDdj4qbOemT9Oy7d9B7Wn5sLok-4s5B5wlbz26WfsAjXC6GMPy4CDH8JkgzQ55mhsGFJ2Q/s1792/IMG_2974.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQu-g346a8v3S0Dq4OpTj_A9dkPz7YpWBr9hGxTKkglmuPtFHPiXQb8NmtVK-4ry3S6YEyBME3vCAeNADxmej3J6wbegmEvXOwq51mAn2a0zqM6zeXDdj4qbOemT9Oy7d9B7Wn5sLok-4s5B5wlbz26WfsAjXC6GMPy4CDH8JkgzQ55mhsGFJ2Q/w296-h640/IMG_2974.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe this is why my phone sometimes says it's off when it isn't?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnb6IoKEMjoTHUkll_avVpX4ZwA9ce0twXh1zCFv2lYHRnes0j2Fnccl4jDH89wxnU054UlXsewzviDEXuNZbqhDrHW9KtoUinwj2hC_RnIEixGkYjrHxCVm_ADwN688FtLBR4rgLnIHQKy_4tYgUoXCXJJf0-a3JvzwBItqi8HLyk7CphrpN_g/s1792/IMG_2973.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnb6IoKEMjoTHUkll_avVpX4ZwA9ce0twXh1zCFv2lYHRnes0j2Fnccl4jDH89wxnU054UlXsewzviDEXuNZbqhDrHW9KtoUinwj2hC_RnIEixGkYjrHxCVm_ADwN688FtLBR4rgLnIHQKy_4tYgUoXCXJJf0-a3JvzwBItqi8HLyk7CphrpN_g/w296-h640/IMG_2973.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teasers for winter? Just in time for when it's finally summer? But this is a Christmas tour I can actually get behind because Michael Tait can actually croon and I LOVE this voice!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2whipg_MWREH7D8ed471_DdLVYmnikNc19RIotxojaOqNq4YOTTHlMx7CLbLDiy9vacqwZ-jSeN4iscqz4wSxmqJ0JF81BOuCM-0mcEvfDtakTy689BK2xewbtbFyFW3ehnEq7qaDGlP8K9-Q2h3ec_UgDzDUBqGqnYgh2XXL4wx4Xw7wEVIgw/s4032/IMG_2971.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2whipg_MWREH7D8ed471_DdLVYmnikNc19RIotxojaOqNq4YOTTHlMx7CLbLDiy9vacqwZ-jSeN4iscqz4wSxmqJ0JF81BOuCM-0mcEvfDtakTy689BK2xewbtbFyFW3ehnEq7qaDGlP8K9-Q2h3ec_UgDzDUBqGqnYgh2XXL4wx4Xw7wEVIgw/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, it almost came out like the recipe said it would. I just had to use my own pasta. Thank goodness the box came today because we were out of food!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-ABRiK3pSc8LNhjJ3JTyTW2aHAQzIlD2NN6E6orvwnMNNJwcLx4X9oi-Pt-gZydxhgiymRD3dU8ajMyOEp-Jr_HkBlzkLuvno4ofWfudH8uUTQ285oUjw0suQanme2Y9sqoimdG-dFUp2MIzHEjRMeCTcGjbqBDkJrcdLqT31PE6o004KH4hpA/s3088/IMG_2969.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-ABRiK3pSc8LNhjJ3JTyTW2aHAQzIlD2NN6E6orvwnMNNJwcLx4X9oi-Pt-gZydxhgiymRD3dU8ajMyOEp-Jr_HkBlzkLuvno4ofWfudH8uUTQ285oUjw0suQanme2Y9sqoimdG-dFUp2MIzHEjRMeCTcGjbqBDkJrcdLqT31PE6o004KH4hpA/s320/IMG_2969.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Snuggle butt.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTGIDv9GXp7Ix1_FEXv3IQ9ZXkv-X-1tgrGjFjQpwDpId4EcMMryABOfoR-06fabtHlpuN_7YZ0FtI1fQXl9LRFNTpyyZO2qQP4mq3Us71iWLNUe8M3lc5z8K215c7Rf8C4ZDQHUB0pluEPwBlze0o8TQdBWx6rog6fhh4a5uRL0FhESoQwXVYA/s4032/IMG_2968.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyTGIDv9GXp7Ix1_FEXv3IQ9ZXkv-X-1tgrGjFjQpwDpId4EcMMryABOfoR-06fabtHlpuN_7YZ0FtI1fQXl9LRFNTpyyZO2qQP4mq3Us71iWLNUe8M3lc5z8K215c7Rf8C4ZDQHUB0pluEPwBlze0o8TQdBWx6rog6fhh4a5uRL0FhESoQwXVYA/s320/IMG_2968.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lazy daughter who refuses to use her hands to pick up big objects before vacuuming. This is why things wear out too fast in our house. This was also a large 2x4 Lego brick in there and a Lego paintbrush. I gave both of them to Abishai.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table> <p></p><p>Tuesday</p><p>- Abishai had his first dose of Vyvanse today. I had to shake the powder out onto a spoon and add some water to dissolve it. He didn't like the taste of it. And that feeling stuck with him the rest of the day, poor guy. I think he developed dry mouth from it. He also felt nauseous after taking the medication. I remember Justin saying the same thing, so hopefully it's just temporary. Abishai was very sad and lethargic today, like he was sick or something, and the lights had gone out. I hope that is temporary as well. I told him that we aren't trying to change his happy personality, but just trying to tone it done a tad so he can sit still in certain situations. I keep emphasizing to him and Jared that the medication is just a trial. We won't know anything unless we try. It works at 100% for 12 hrs and then it stays in your system for up to 60 hrs at trace amounts. Abishai seemed to bounce back a bit after supper, so that's helpful. He did eat at lunch and dinner time somewhat as normal. But we'll see how tomorrow goes with it all. I definitely don't want a dull kid. Just something to take the edge off. Abishai was very clingy today, too. So I took a lot of time with him.</p><p>- I didn't get a lot of other things done except the salt dough map, which was very successful, I might add. And Jared and I went to counseling. Kellie and Kya ended up kidnapping Justin straight from work because of timing with our appointment. But, that gave Kellie a chance to walk around Wanamaker Feed and Seed and the garden center. Justin said she was very impressed. Yeah! Then she brought him home to quickly change and then took him to her house where he spent the rest of the day. Now he's yelling at his video games. Sigh. </p><p>- The temps jumped to over 80 today, so on went the a/c. And on went my restless legs are out of control and my fibro is flaring. And my emotional/mental state is spiraling. And I want to watch TV and go to bed. <br /></p><p>- Tomorrow is a typical Wednesday with ASL, home in the afternoon and small group/karate. I will go over Abishai's homework then. And Keturah will hopefully get some groceries during Justin's small group. Abishai and Daddy will go to karate. <br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kWe126eS10_8yhYv3nBKCBqg9DEsbCSpRW9XAMuxMMMSStzzJJOYMOGknjDIJppizbG1OmEdGN9EoLISGEbNzU0rFKuUuVxjDYUuGdn_ctXCczdXevcGbzY76i-iUi-pxXWmazN29VuIrrqkzRpGrsgUET_tm1jQn7jx88uucqfZ6uRskrbHhQ/s1792/IMG_2990.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5kWe126eS10_8yhYv3nBKCBqg9DEsbCSpRW9XAMuxMMMSStzzJJOYMOGknjDIJppizbG1OmEdGN9EoLISGEbNzU0rFKuUuVxjDYUuGdn_ctXCczdXevcGbzY76i-iUi-pxXWmazN29VuIrrqkzRpGrsgUET_tm1jQn7jx88uucqfZ6uRskrbHhQ/w296-h640/IMG_2990.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, well, well. I found out where the "Oh, my lanta!" quote comes from that I sometimes say! It's from Full House and it's spoken by none other than DJ Tanner, aka Candace Cameron Bure! I was scrolling through the news of the day and this article came up with the quote so I clicked on it and there it was! She quoted her TV character on her Instagram. Kellie had just asked me where I got it from and I honestly had no idea because it's a New England thing or other specific geographical region thing. Apparently I picked it up in childhood and it became more prominent when I started following Candace, maybe? Or maybe I heard someone else use it because they picked it up from Full House? Anyway, I most definitely heard it a lot from Full House myself because I watched and rewatched that show often. Cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiey7SUUYfsnBdCk0-nU-GlPvSNuvk2YrGI6Coz9jYhjKeRff0Qam-25AinQrIQ2jXUpg4WpIOQ9zLJDSJJt81oP2SI677i6LFEh34iB2AAC6ptjjgpILuNTxleGqT1qzi3uvcEI7J9Nd3qiTCUKcpKw19grX-BOZCnW2kxpfceN6dWTNCOccDhGA/s4032/IMG_2989.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiey7SUUYfsnBdCk0-nU-GlPvSNuvk2YrGI6Coz9jYhjKeRff0Qam-25AinQrIQ2jXUpg4WpIOQ9zLJDSJJt81oP2SI677i6LFEh34iB2AAC6ptjjgpILuNTxleGqT1qzi3uvcEI7J9Nd3qiTCUKcpKw19grX-BOZCnW2kxpfceN6dWTNCOccDhGA/s320/IMG_2989.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salt dough map day! Mix salt and flour, 1:1, with some water and you make dough. The kingdom of Israel divides into Israel and Judah. Keturah did a great job on hers. Abishai didn't want to participate but he willingly trotted over to his crayons to color the map. He diligently asked about colors and which countries were which. The dough will dry out and harden. We've done them before, but they do crack and make a mess. That's why I've avoided them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdesz8R1c79ns0es0ul0Uyp_GteQp1jHkAsG-O6O0Hkm0O_JoBHs5gHWeeGniH1jASkLiIx4POFinF5p_fyDzT5wd-kUnHoxwjCGFL5G6NQwNmjVsaKi5PROUgT-eU-Gj6FK1gqEbGGtS3olnRIGRHCHSCCq4iWd020wW0I0aZxEXUhUZcUR3Bg/s4032/IMG_2987.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdesz8R1c79ns0es0ul0Uyp_GteQp1jHkAsG-O6O0Hkm0O_JoBHs5gHWeeGniH1jASkLiIx4POFinF5p_fyDzT5wd-kUnHoxwjCGFL5G6NQwNmjVsaKi5PROUgT-eU-Gj6FK1gqEbGGtS3olnRIGRHCHSCCq4iWd020wW0I0aZxEXUhUZcUR3Bg/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, Abishai's hand is getting to be as big as mine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUfnYLCg1YhVSnuyjDVuuQSmpMaL1ynmqTsEWBTRh16jeU_cT0HjxzS2NjjN3NkIVcUNPHG-iEB8Kjg99Oj_d34c8IC1XjmTPuObl7b4VleMjnkSDoQDmUMV7euXN2bz5nXhcJiUanznhwiJC3Dt6cU-r1p1XgkDjbnO52dJRb3fU18OBk94kHg/s4032/IMG_2986.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUfnYLCg1YhVSnuyjDVuuQSmpMaL1ynmqTsEWBTRh16jeU_cT0HjxzS2NjjN3NkIVcUNPHG-iEB8Kjg99Oj_d34c8IC1XjmTPuObl7b4VleMjnkSDoQDmUMV7euXN2bz5nXhcJiUanznhwiJC3Dt6cU-r1p1XgkDjbnO52dJRb3fU18OBk94kHg/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My baby guy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YyUgdTc_5-kZ5xdbVXF75ANCxoiV7Ul7xUYiPvWaAJZa8bsv4OdSmPGT-mjC62qjMEQPnT8FvhrAd5OulIiQAHVa-wTsAGGVxT9PPGXqPNW65vCw0j9OpxZ2t2SYDallKP_ElZHGsvHUM26UOzVNU4zCx9vcw6nBTO-_gJgufSCoTZHC2pis9w/s4032/IMG_2985.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3YyUgdTc_5-kZ5xdbVXF75ANCxoiV7Ul7xUYiPvWaAJZa8bsv4OdSmPGT-mjC62qjMEQPnT8FvhrAd5OulIiQAHVa-wTsAGGVxT9PPGXqPNW65vCw0j9OpxZ2t2SYDallKP_ElZHGsvHUM26UOzVNU4zCx9vcw6nBTO-_gJgufSCoTZHC2pis9w/s320/IMG_2985.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted to read to me 16 pages from his Lego Bible on the whole story of Joshua, so I let him. I had to help him with the big words, but he was really into it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6nm4Ax9RwV2IjnHHDtTMUI0bdSosafVe9_OyAUr0A8XHL63TcGisp-i1HlUMFfG2fYbsCtZN5gBKNGMveQMtnTg1PrBNCQMqFKcSKEfmziLeUxF77B4BRpYIk0xDDzxXw_MCrhPq4VO_pxOC_IhxRhgTYaBXztGp6FAtc49Rx5RzNSXG9zKU4w/s2048/IMG_2984.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1538" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi6nm4Ax9RwV2IjnHHDtTMUI0bdSosafVe9_OyAUr0A8XHL63TcGisp-i1HlUMFfG2fYbsCtZN5gBKNGMveQMtnTg1PrBNCQMqFKcSKEfmziLeUxF77B4BRpYIk0xDDzxXw_MCrhPq4VO_pxOC_IhxRhgTYaBXztGp6FAtc49Rx5RzNSXG9zKU4w/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My PEI friends celebrating one of their birthdays together. Man I miss them. I'm jealous that it's still the same crew. No one else has moved away but me. They are still tight knit as they were 6 years ago. It's not fair at all.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiro31vAdQe5cjK-2n066OaO9qi9aRFPsxf9one7U40XWC7E42S8KBq9ymDRu4g45w_k5xkGLsajmgNnmbhzNAapEqzlAqwsqRWDomGOsa3f0cpLQDf-YZ5PqmUWQWzPBaqjB3VwE3bkrXIm1RR0C1qO_m3EStnvb6jLnr7DV5c-95krNVB8dCu2A/s4032/IMG_2983.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiro31vAdQe5cjK-2n066OaO9qi9aRFPsxf9one7U40XWC7E42S8KBq9ymDRu4g45w_k5xkGLsajmgNnmbhzNAapEqzlAqwsqRWDomGOsa3f0cpLQDf-YZ5PqmUWQWzPBaqjB3VwE3bkrXIm1RR0C1qO_m3EStnvb6jLnr7DV5c-95krNVB8dCu2A/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was reading Genesis in his brick Bible while he was waiting for me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJKEsa_Kgcbn9Z6b5IhnoPR5iQjx1nY_kn60Pi7L1jRMUk4x5j4EmL2K5FGWj-QbLSwAfBXt9tXRq4Qouv7Fib0L0bfAehPt_ylK9lW7K_K9Ka7Qjjps9oGL6YH9RsqtBKoQG9xkbdJ5v0WbRzq6uORPLDF0FqkaIwFFqWUcBSZciEA4ZNl4yZQ/s4032/IMG_2982.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJKEsa_Kgcbn9Z6b5IhnoPR5iQjx1nY_kn60Pi7L1jRMUk4x5j4EmL2K5FGWj-QbLSwAfBXt9tXRq4Qouv7Fib0L0bfAehPt_ylK9lW7K_K9Ka7Qjjps9oGL6YH9RsqtBKoQG9xkbdJ5v0WbRzq6uORPLDF0FqkaIwFFqWUcBSZciEA4ZNl4yZQ/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Salt dough map in progress.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOGFtb5ZHs0LtrImZpQKZfYSyI0SdIyHo0VO4kCP3jO3g77tcz7IKx0zDI9dD_e0qx01WcOmFGhjnogB8hWb_MiH8wQb0n7_ENUjRnP5DAmcezbMw6pDlSQNrQ8fC4QzsVd2JdYAhXI7CPkkxHn1W20nK28maXwAWU3tpCV17ODQ8HeExwTEhvw/s4032/IMG_2981.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHmBu-tsex-ivzvj1JPtSjQggnbiu4wVu3mLIJ0sMCGEr0vjxYVPk6QvH-AGhF_TNrK2SWRFUSZVCquorGOQh_yW5zeGOcq7ILziQ3unKZmC7G_X578knbkhw5mAxs_7SFJZ3VbJLACUkNw6LWHYk33ttnkm6Dq6YPa_ul0mAnsfBf7i0HeLw_w/w296-h640/IMG_2978.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I didn't know my husband was such a Trekkie at heart.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho83tFi7RjxvLI6_6U08RnNjuVxJuavcg6sljLfdSfRyLBDdGRyvVNbhKybT_vJhwcKc2pUWRDUHn-EXP-LrM_lGIuTUOFFgz3N5bzhptzRyXgPbQE3pJ6Y104KA2NwPrljzWDSwjaT-YuP32dqWRP9-88OsbH1wVaFyBHcBAFafKHvusmMldepA/s4032/IMG_2976.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho83tFi7RjxvLI6_6U08RnNjuVxJuavcg6sljLfdSfRyLBDdGRyvVNbhKybT_vJhwcKc2pUWRDUHn-EXP-LrM_lGIuTUOFFgz3N5bzhptzRyXgPbQE3pJ6Y104KA2NwPrljzWDSwjaT-YuP32dqWRP9-88OsbH1wVaFyBHcBAFafKHvusmMldepA/s320/IMG_2976.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My brother's 35th birthday was today. Happy birthday, Paul-Mikael! aka P-M!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> Wednesday - </p><p>- What I wrote on Facebook today:</p><div><div dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc dati1w0a e5nlhep0" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_e2"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Well, this is fun. We put the little guy on the lowest dose of Vyvanse to take the edge of his now officially diagnosed ADHD. He started on it yesterday. He was very lethargic and subdued. Ok, I get it, we will watch it. Well, when the medicine fully wore off about bedtime, he was able to go to sleep.</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">However, he woke up about 12:30pm and finds me in my usual spot at my desk watching my TV shows. No problem. He asks to sleep together on the couches in the other room. Again, no problem bc I was going to anyway bc my restless leg syndrome was going nuts with the sudden weather change to summer temps. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So, we try to settle in. Except, little man can’t settle. He starts talking. And moving. And bouncing from one couch to the other. Like he does normally in thr daytime. I try to ignore it, I turn over. Finally fall asleep. I think he tries to snuggle in my blankets multiple times throughout the night. At one point I ask what time is it. And it’s 3:45am. I am just so annoyed at this point and keep ignoring him. Eventually the household starts stirring as I doze until 9. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">BUT later I learn that keturah heard him turn the lights on in the living room at 4am (the living room is just a few ft from her bedroom). </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Jared said Abishai visited him at 5 and 6 am. Jared gets up around 7:30/8 and he did make Abishai breakfast today too. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">So Abishai was pretty much been awake all night. So no wonder he feel asleep on our way to ASL lessons this morning. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">He’s got his days and nights mixed up like an infant!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Whoops!</div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Now I’m not <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="💯" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/tf1/1/16/1f4af.png" width="16" /></span> sold this is the right medication or dosage for him. It’s just a step we decided to take after exhausting other options to help him focus for school and during other times he needs to sit still. We know what we are doing. This is a trial and error process with lots of talking and feedback with Abishai and his pediatrician. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">It’s a journey and an interesting side effect as you never know how you’ll react going on a new medication. That’s why you give it 30 days before making a decision. </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Oh our little guy. He’s still keeping us on our toes!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- It garnered lots of opinions, as I suspected it would. I really need to remember to put at the top of these posts: STORYTIME, I'm NOT looking for opinions. SMH</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyS95ZzwvsWTWSt1PI91d1G7fpIRz9EXDJtS40WDFHhmZT5PRmvFODdEWlL6WbddFDXmQvvhjlSSzRi9igoxxwAt3mtZZRZFuvHDdma8Mx_WhGaXit2f0VLlCuz5fwRXmKTIYAYk8FE4HPfs40xLhhqc0NkoBcq6vsE92A-rTq8aKrtSIGURy2g/s3088/IMG_2992.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOyS95ZzwvsWTWSt1PI91d1G7fpIRz9EXDJtS40WDFHhmZT5PRmvFODdEWlL6WbddFDXmQvvhjlSSzRi9igoxxwAt3mtZZRZFuvHDdma8Mx_WhGaXit2f0VLlCuz5fwRXmKTIYAYk8FE4HPfs40xLhhqc0NkoBcq6vsE92A-rTq8aKrtSIGURy2g/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The look of a boy who basically stayed up all night because he's trying out a medication to help him stay calmer during the day. Poor guy. At least he was quiet and behaved himself. Oh how much we love our little guy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66KmU_mCy3HHYOFuWjukkDopNbUdsyt9or_VO_UGeDzXMl2zsunPNLasVFSKYjwBPtklSJ0tq7VEUp3a3QlH3Wt_owb2VPnhugQPD2_2oXssjgw7Wp_xn0pggSsN7EpQq7oB5mpM4uT0lmjgAOhYluI1tXYLFtf6bo_m7-_EKBAcTBj-NfEDInQ/s3088/IMG_2993.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66KmU_mCy3HHYOFuWjukkDopNbUdsyt9or_VO_UGeDzXMl2zsunPNLasVFSKYjwBPtklSJ0tq7VEUp3a3QlH3Wt_owb2VPnhugQPD2_2oXssjgw7Wp_xn0pggSsN7EpQq7oB5mpM4uT0lmjgAOhYluI1tXYLFtf6bo_m7-_EKBAcTBj-NfEDInQ/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He took a few pics, but really, not too many, and no videos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofOKocApMu-cuZockIljc91lTvkotKuBU-wEPs7uYjE6C_CajPp2R7CIT6-w7-VuCz53BY9KUItG5enFveCdhRhX5K6Od49DxIVjVYou1RRgPNqBXo5oHWMMTJB2FQV3HSpfGJivhIeutaV4BTZ0dP1N85qMuK6o_YFFBkirMQ0G4sHThkFIjYw/s3088/IMG_3003.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgofOKocApMu-cuZockIljc91lTvkotKuBU-wEPs7uYjE6C_CajPp2R7CIT6-w7-VuCz53BY9KUItG5enFveCdhRhX5K6Od49DxIVjVYou1RRgPNqBXo5oHWMMTJB2FQV3HSpfGJivhIeutaV4BTZ0dP1N85qMuK6o_YFFBkirMQ0G4sHThkFIjYw/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1Ahi06dDv-aqEvPsMsbkkaF371TsFf9Sy6PpBr-TRYW2cCUQGkTgwE39w0LJFvJu7lZJOITOeW7FAAmzJnIKRjBsibZQPBDp0EteZPahn4RMfNED_BLJRUfCVRNj_ior5m4OgIk-H_wjHKP5YQ7pKKKGXKkmBLyE-EcgMViuOqDqc2RmJGwZ-g/s4032/IMG_3005.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE1Ahi06dDv-aqEvPsMsbkkaF371TsFf9Sy6PpBr-TRYW2cCUQGkTgwE39w0LJFvJu7lZJOITOeW7FAAmzJnIKRjBsibZQPBDp0EteZPahn4RMfNED_BLJRUfCVRNj_ior5m4OgIk-H_wjHKP5YQ7pKKKGXKkmBLyE-EcgMViuOqDqc2RmJGwZ-g/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I remember him waking me up at 3:45 asking for me to turn on my phone light so he could plug the Christmas lights back in again. Apparently he unplugged them so he could sleep better or something. Or maybe Keturah did for him. I don't know. I was very groggy. He also told me later that he did indeed try to get on top of me to snuggle and was in and out of the blanket with me. I wasn't dreaming that part.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKF-vTYp55M2wjqcbPF8ya1y67ive9GGCKwS4klJKxRk7MmEYyxbfW6GDqaYxET3ul3v4FUzIerMlEvYj6Gv_Db-52qBcE9g2ZbTdjKw4UVybyx0OW-agtHwwE5mdUHM3T9rqaKlBEjBiebPFYxV8NH9-OyL4mdSuRdPpqrblJSB1DZGmxD795xw/s1788/IMG_3017.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1788" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKF-vTYp55M2wjqcbPF8ya1y67ive9GGCKwS4klJKxRk7MmEYyxbfW6GDqaYxET3ul3v4FUzIerMlEvYj6Gv_Db-52qBcE9g2ZbTdjKw4UVybyx0OW-agtHwwE5mdUHM3T9rqaKlBEjBiebPFYxV8NH9-OyL4mdSuRdPpqrblJSB1DZGmxD795xw/w516-h640/IMG_3017.JPG" width="516" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwhahahaha, it definitely fits these curriculum if you know anything about them and the enneagram numbers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoyoec-iNcOZm4CIU97xHi4e3I-EuERk7hDd1sM3LwxLqlxooGitjlPdbuVq1B0TKTS6Cd6JrCt64mdHfEXkdtZ5tyPbGy1U0KEWM0BkS7HwlYMkIwwZ90J_W8iodLnqD6uVjuvRlK22mMlGThSvOxby0gNm-TGbc3zZVuo-9yhJEHK5DKpxJ7g/s4032/IMG_3019.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoyoec-iNcOZm4CIU97xHi4e3I-EuERk7hDd1sM3LwxLqlxooGitjlPdbuVq1B0TKTS6Cd6JrCt64mdHfEXkdtZ5tyPbGy1U0KEWM0BkS7HwlYMkIwwZ90J_W8iodLnqD6uVjuvRlK22mMlGThSvOxby0gNm-TGbc3zZVuo-9yhJEHK5DKpxJ7g/s320/IMG_3019.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on, my beauties! The irises are about to bloom! My friend's irises are already blooming. So many blooms and and they are so tall! Eek!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDZdpiVjrKaD8FbJSK5ZnWqLWjEFOGx8ETghdXOHVQLVqf02D0oatw_toIAYaHWsFjIvdc0S6tETrASzuMYzfvr-yicNDivL2b5l2BBzojaOpYQZVdnD5KVFZlxiiqAq2a99xEa-w28HPFUzOMIDk9yJNcD17vczpInkVh5l5VefrIxNNDvKq-w/s4032/IMG_3020.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsDZdpiVjrKaD8FbJSK5ZnWqLWjEFOGx8ETghdXOHVQLVqf02D0oatw_toIAYaHWsFjIvdc0S6tETrASzuMYzfvr-yicNDivL2b5l2BBzojaOpYQZVdnD5KVFZlxiiqAq2a99xEa-w28HPFUzOMIDk9yJNcD17vczpInkVh5l5VefrIxNNDvKq-w/s320/IMG_3020.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG9ltLQyjxp2C-akaZP3R4ad0BNXyR9M1Nw7F49W8xnfTzsLsMyG167REGLpDI-nxtKgItPO_kbWMH-0jIfE2fNV_EeOMRyZVTJS_YvCJvcKZAOMhbGqPQzxZn_6C7Eq9WOlXgaUa6pR4-qk6boKoeyQdQ7N_iE_AJ-Kp0R8SIOBSEipr7gVJGQ/s4032/IMG_3021.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpG9ltLQyjxp2C-akaZP3R4ad0BNXyR9M1Nw7F49W8xnfTzsLsMyG167REGLpDI-nxtKgItPO_kbWMH-0jIfE2fNV_EeOMRyZVTJS_YvCJvcKZAOMhbGqPQzxZn_6C7Eq9WOlXgaUa6pR4-qk6boKoeyQdQ7N_iE_AJ-Kp0R8SIOBSEipr7gVJGQ/s320/IMG_3021.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof6B1HBcOAR7xbbB1D99Awoed4vf_JGFQjE2pUf6yX2BGk6dQetVrbqpGOfRpLrFE0Kfa937eQYUAqnkxLDPlGihhk1cAc6anhk6rXpsZM0ZNZTP7dEaJGR_vBpwdablbfhZdAWWBfZWKsVq369srXAiAHGPHNVab1qqWNIpHZKHi1U-hiLvVgg/s4032/IMG_3022.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof6B1HBcOAR7xbbB1D99Awoed4vf_JGFQjE2pUf6yX2BGk6dQetVrbqpGOfRpLrFE0Kfa937eQYUAqnkxLDPlGihhk1cAc6anhk6rXpsZM0ZNZTP7dEaJGR_vBpwdablbfhZdAWWBfZWKsVq369srXAiAHGPHNVab1qqWNIpHZKHi1U-hiLvVgg/s320/IMG_3022.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06Gf_VK49mjbYVM52-OUOLLXiJo43ucX-0hLQxWHb7sGkI4I3xdC-uDo73Nr1dUl1c6x1tYIMSY_HJVhX_UCsvQBFo_ZzJV43m6l1VGWA-sPzGwGin0nuneiBKvOGRsvcvBm32p99bIGp-NPsP2z5NoPXVc7ixpdQmQ3ZnqpsxZySE1op1ygISQ/s4032/IMG_3023.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06Gf_VK49mjbYVM52-OUOLLXiJo43ucX-0hLQxWHb7sGkI4I3xdC-uDo73Nr1dUl1c6x1tYIMSY_HJVhX_UCsvQBFo_ZzJV43m6l1VGWA-sPzGwGin0nuneiBKvOGRsvcvBm32p99bIGp-NPsP2z5NoPXVc7ixpdQmQ3ZnqpsxZySE1op1ygISQ/s320/IMG_3023.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gave Abisahi another dose this morning so he was again sleepy, but not nauseous. But at least he got through a math test without moving!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSLagTdfXUJYPdyE_93jlEBrS4Qoaw93Tq0NOOwHuJPkoxOMVAZ6kL2FeRI0PJGZLYCmYdItB6KI9YoypEVpmvw4lpSW1K2FNq8F2pEaHHAk32oy2BoFEn2z6ciGxDQPFxZ3I-heIZXtujNpOPmWGisNg-b-JP1nXtFo4bf3igrlIx3LADRnxJA/s4032/IMG_3025.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSLagTdfXUJYPdyE_93jlEBrS4Qoaw93Tq0NOOwHuJPkoxOMVAZ6kL2FeRI0PJGZLYCmYdItB6KI9YoypEVpmvw4lpSW1K2FNq8F2pEaHHAk32oy2BoFEn2z6ciGxDQPFxZ3I-heIZXtujNpOPmWGisNg-b-JP1nXtFo4bf3igrlIx3LADRnxJA/w640-h480/IMG_3025.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A drawing Abishai made sometime in the middle of the night while we were asleep. It's Daddy, Mommy, Abishai, and dolphin, oh, and the Grogu blanket. Lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavnubOPZQFBAPHKAO0j_lM1EZhk_ojc9taJOR3BFbRrkpjmBdBAowG0H6zwrZH9DOF0pOzwnsUmENsiwjuX69BX2HEj5ITXeHbhEBE7ZXxUY3KU7nJERFv_wnmqx8uHyIPEbQKk1w56JnxMemCaVSt3VRp-VcxOIgxkqZ_JF__VMyfHryYm3DdA/s4032/IMG_3026.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjavnubOPZQFBAPHKAO0j_lM1EZhk_ojc9taJOR3BFbRrkpjmBdBAowG0H6zwrZH9DOF0pOzwnsUmENsiwjuX69BX2HEj5ITXeHbhEBE7ZXxUY3KU7nJERFv_wnmqx8uHyIPEbQKk1w56JnxMemCaVSt3VRp-VcxOIgxkqZ_JF__VMyfHryYm3DdA/w480-h640/IMG_3026.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another one of those meals. It was pretty good and easy to make.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxXgjVvL3FEBrv486g4E8AEpXvINiyRrJXToLnmYHZpiMdAMYoziqwjZ74x5s3uYnDyfQoIvkCcUGRuWk_5hD6ILREBHcHgapDe_9csHYPJb9Llk7sqvg5__eU_C5GH_f8HT8VDDz1V-mwD8v1tww24dnwN4UrWlhSpoR75GchLzRf_u9jwIg7g/s4032/IMG_3027.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigxXgjVvL3FEBrv486g4E8AEpXvINiyRrJXToLnmYHZpiMdAMYoziqwjZ74x5s3uYnDyfQoIvkCcUGRuWk_5hD6ILREBHcHgapDe_9csHYPJb9Llk7sqvg5__eU_C5GH_f8HT8VDDz1V-mwD8v1tww24dnwN4UrWlhSpoR75GchLzRf_u9jwIg7g/w480-h640/IMG_3027.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackpot! I went to find something for Keturah for next year, and grabbed some things for Abishai off of the same shelf for language arts. Come to find out, I had some 2nd grade workbooks that Keturah hadn't finished because I guess we didn't do workbook pages every day that last year in Canada. Well, looking through it, it seems to fit well with where Abishai and I got through this last year with the 1st grade workbooks of the same series. Abeka tends to spend way too much time on review in the beginning and at the ends of their books. So except for a few new concepts, I think I can mash the 1st and 2nd grade books together and save $80! There's 4 different types of books altogether, handwriting, Letters and Sounds (phonics), Language (writing and grammar), and Spelling (which I forgot to get last year). Sweet! For handwriting, I'll just finish up 1st grade and pull out a copy work set of pages I think I used with Justin had started 2nd grade when we got to Canada and I'll find a set of writing tablet paper. Then I can mash the Language Arts and Letters and Sounds books together. I already have all the readers of course for Literature/Reading and I have Science and History covered in other ways. I found not one but two Abeka 2nd grade spelling books, one from Justin from 2012 and one from Keturah in 2016 where we had used the lists but not the workbook pages so I can definitely reuse those. Yeah! Then I just have to both the math workbooks for Keturah and Abishai, and possibly the brand new Biology (comes out this summer) and Physics textbooks plus maybe some kits to go with them for Keturah and Justin. And then that online Speech class for Justin. We should be good after that. Ok, fine, the fee for ASL. Point us, it's a really light spending year for us! It's because I've saved all this curriculum over the years to pass down. I've invested in curriculum I really like and believe in and would reuse again. And I've made space on the shelves to hold onto it. And now I get to reap the benefits, where a $60 teacher's manual and DVD gets used for the third time and some might get used 4 times. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. It pays to homeschool for the long haul. And it's so much cheaper to homeschool than to pay for all the uniforms or special clothes and lab fees, book fees, computer fees, lunch fees, etc. for public school, never mind public. Or even a group like Classical Conversations. Yup, I'm very happy that I found these and I get to save money! And I'm happy that I got to finish up Keturah's homework today as well. Yeah! Just one more to finish!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJyD4Fq9A0Psrr-7mwnkxA5BmMpxzujTvJlqtCX1csTIMTwArUWhgZ2tMQ1WpTt2VZtmr6iydYe1SEoFGI3UFXTfo3UWzynmopNxG5u-TqGmY1YZmLHnuk9xrii3-TOdq0nPD8IpDl2jV2qlLt6ECNN41jojNKsqWECciJewfxmRd99ZS1tyvTg/s4032/IMG_3028.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmJyD4Fq9A0Psrr-7mwnkxA5BmMpxzujTvJlqtCX1csTIMTwArUWhgZ2tMQ1WpTt2VZtmr6iydYe1SEoFGI3UFXTfo3UWzynmopNxG5u-TqGmY1YZmLHnuk9xrii3-TOdq0nPD8IpDl2jV2qlLt6ECNN41jojNKsqWECciJewfxmRd99ZS1tyvTg/w480-h640/IMG_3028.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I might get to use Justin's 2nd grade spelling book with Abishai! It would be pretty much the same if I bought a new one from the same company. They hardly ever change much.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganEv0JLnWLVcFxJjqt2-41v-XtTUqnRDCBh5Khtarl2zXnlXhetoae5wOuFLBmi4Mc7sqUNockklIAkaGMWM_3aT9N6L7oKDjtIbv4_Gjs70_aEF8Xee6kb3or1HaPps2fq8KHxLzXUeUAitfqedvIWEfNuOL5JBcbH4qBmCWoLuRVozU4vYb4w/s4032/IMG_3029.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganEv0JLnWLVcFxJjqt2-41v-XtTUqnRDCBh5Khtarl2zXnlXhetoae5wOuFLBmi4Mc7sqUNockklIAkaGMWM_3aT9N6L7oKDjtIbv4_Gjs70_aEF8Xee6kb3or1HaPps2fq8KHxLzXUeUAitfqedvIWEfNuOL5JBcbH4qBmCWoLuRVozU4vYb4w/w480-h640/IMG_3029.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, back when Keturah was in 2nd grade and was about to turn 8. And now Abishai gets to use her book and finish it up. I think we had just taken it slower that year and then we didn't quite get to finish because she came back to the States with Grandma in May 2016 because we were moving back. But how sweet and special is this! Keturah still capitalizes her B's when she shouldn't be. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> Thursday - No Visitor</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- I didn't have an early morning visit from Abishai, despite staying up way too late into the wee hours of the morning. I kind of wish he had because I like our little sleepovers and I like to cuddle him. But he did get a good night's sleep. He took his medication like a champ again and was lethargic all day again. I think we'll continue it like that for a full week and then switch to evenings. And then we'll talk to his doctor when we talk to him about Justin in about 10 days. Poor Abishai says he's still bouncy on the inside, just not on the outside. I just feel so sad for him. I didn't think he'd be this subdued with the medication. Don't worry, I won't let it go on too long. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Abishai and I went outside to put the little trampoline in the shed and for me to look for my other clothes boxes, and he had no energy to play on the swings or the big trampoline. That's totally not like him. He was very helpful to me though with the shed door and patiently waited for me to be done. And then when we went inside, he ate lunch just fine. He then read his brick Bible aloud for an hour while he waited until it was time to leave for his eye doctor's appointment. He had no desire to go find out what Keturah was doing or bug the dog or go in and out of the house. It was so sad. So the medication works to calm him down, but it works too much. He says his tummy feels fine and he's not dizzy or anything like that. He doesn't think it changes who he is. I think he just wants to please me so he takes the medication in order to sit still for me. And that's not a healthy way of doing things either. I'm trying to stay very close to him and let him know that this is only a trial period. He's not a bad guy, his bouncing isn't a bad thing unless it's during a certain time period where sitting still is required, and I love him just the way he is. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Abishai had a full eye exam today and did great. I didn't get into too much trouble for not patching his left eye and she said that it's really not going to improve too much at this point, so forget about it and move on. He read some of the letters right, and some them, like Z, he read as a 2. He even called on of them a square! And then we got his glasses all sorted out with the right nose pads. Afterwards I took him to the dollar store to cheer him up from feeling so lethargic. I wanted to look for some 12 inch fans, too. They didn't have any of those but they had some good icee pops for the kids and I picked up bread for eggy toast and bandaids for Keturah, etc. <br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- And poor guy was passed up at karate tonight. Another boy a couple of years older than him got his yellow belt tonight. This guy started after Abishai did and I honestly haven't seen him on Thursdays but maybe once. He's quiet, but looks very competitive. He probably practices at home a lot or has previous experience. Maybe he's been part of the studio before or was at another studio. But Abishai was quite upset after class. Teacher Nathan even came over to speak to him. Abishai doesn't know the whole sequence of Form 1 or Form 2 because there's 20 moves to each of those forms. I've looked them up and I've offered to help him every day, but he refuses to try. So now he's been knocked down by the school of hard knocks and seen that you get passed by if you don't put the effort in if you don't practice at home every day. He claims there's not enough room, but, 1) we can make a bit more room in the fireplace room and b) that's where the backyard comes in handy, dude. I'll save some videos to the old tablet if I can't do it on his tablet and then he can bring them up and watch them when I'm not there to help him. It took the whole car ride home to calm him down. I think he was really tired as well because of the medication, which can lead to big emotions. Fun times for my little guy. Life lessons all around. <br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- And then there was Keturah today who took 4 hrs to mow the front lawn because the mower supposedly kept quitting becuase it "overheated." The front lawn took Justin maybe 30-45mins tops with the same lawn mower on a hotter day just last year. And then she left all the dead, dry grass on the yard while she came in for her electronics break. After that, she was at Grandpa's the rest of the afternoon and evening doing his yard. When she did finally come home, Jared had told her to rake up the grass clippings. Mind you, she hadn't even trimmed the front yard yet, she missed under the pine tree and along the ditch again, and she can't stop picking the wounds on her arms. I bought her a big box of expensive name band bandaids at the dollar store so she can bandaids on them at all times. Ugh, this kid. And tomorrow she has to get the whole backyard done somehow, preferrably not when I'm gone to the park, but, she probably should because we are going grocery shopping in the evening and then it's going to rain on Saturday. Sigh. Well, at least we'll have the mowing done and if I can convince Jared, we can go shopping for a pool on Saturday, fingers crossed.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Justin said he was exhausted from work and was going to not help out at Grandpa's so I had to remind him to suck it up, buttercup and that Grandpa expected him to help out. So he did go over to Grandma's after she picked him up. (I need to stop making appointments during my lunch break or picking up Justin from work.) Justin did get a headache from being out in the warmer temperatures, so he needs to pay attention to that and dress accordingly. He even told Kya he couldn't talk because of his headache. We plan on going to park day tomorrow so we will see her then. It's nearby to us, so that's always helpful. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Ugh, I'm falling asleep. I'm zonked. I finished going through Abishia's schoolwork today and put some books behind my desk to put away and pulled out his new readers and things like that. That way come August, I won't be so frantic. And then I'll tackle the corner in the sunroom at some point because the books really, really need to be book back on the shelf the right way. I just have a few things to purchase and we're all set for next year. I feel very confident about what we are doing and it's very routine. I think at least. And I'm ready for the book sale in two weeks for I get to represent IAHE again. I'll get to walk around and maybe purchase what we need and then I get to sit there and do my thing. Keturah will come with me and Abishai can maybe hand out with Grandma or even Kelli or something. We'll see. I plan on doing these small projects here and there and then spending more time with just playing with the kids, too. Working on those actual relationships. And I think I did alright today. I didn't yell at Keturah and she did go outside right away this morning. It just took forever for her to complete the task. And then she went to Grandpa's and came back. And then she was raking until 8pm. Nearly 12 hrs with a couple of hrs of a screen break trying to mow lawns today. Natural consequences. Push harder. Less breaks. And you'll have more time for other things. Your chore and your choices, not mine. Sigh.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Tomorrow I get to see my friends whom I haven't seen in weeks, yeah! It will feel great to catch up, I'm sure! Toodles!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuHT5SA0N1DUm0qfXw2AWnV_4O6ynBCCcK1Tsd6ox5TEzpF43UJe7Swh8B7k1X9Jg0G2Ht0K3WVqtljQQt0EwfaCXcyo7_E55m3Pk9aMknQrNbS4YWZoFLf-4v5-pkWei5IBFpKMOdH78kqUHQNXlnPT0ZFAB5OH73amuO9fxjDjvUk9B3N-xlw/s4032/IMG_3030.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuHT5SA0N1DUm0qfXw2AWnV_4O6ynBCCcK1Tsd6ox5TEzpF43UJe7Swh8B7k1X9Jg0G2Ht0K3WVqtljQQt0EwfaCXcyo7_E55m3Pk9aMknQrNbS4YWZoFLf-4v5-pkWei5IBFpKMOdH78kqUHQNXlnPT0ZFAB5OH73amuO9fxjDjvUk9B3N-xlw/s320/IMG_3030.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah was in her bed and asked, "Where's my dog?" And I said, "Uh, right there with his nose and body halfway in your room." "Oh......"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbG38Xk8TKADx4_l4jtNi59iAkYUuNeEWCCuxTO7C1IIIztaG7Y9GGbIyOIeBzBf4-UbElSD1bstHM7AGhdsGfNt2B0DzzlBH_ViOWP1ZVc199D1mT2mU0EpxUN3eI-G6tIq710n5JMylyHAbt3qop6OLmUW4iSs-N-B43dXJWd1XpdGjESkTd0A/s4032/IMG_3031.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbG38Xk8TKADx4_l4jtNi59iAkYUuNeEWCCuxTO7C1IIIztaG7Y9GGbIyOIeBzBf4-UbElSD1bstHM7AGhdsGfNt2B0DzzlBH_ViOWP1ZVc199D1mT2mU0EpxUN3eI-G6tIq710n5JMylyHAbt3qop6OLmUW4iSs-N-B43dXJWd1XpdGjESkTd0A/s320/IMG_3031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZM9_n3KbTqo0D6BejVSEa4iWB7szRMSuB0NY-ggMr-UJODid5OoIoVy5ceHfg2Xpvdj4Z0W6ijANxP-ilORj8flLynupSejKoCHGuLupz_qrwEomwzvxxI7FeaHwYvnHuaPGwq7IXcfm1oyUeYi2K1TwmL24yWF4S5PuxhZWLtMY5r4jrM6YTg/s1792/IMG_3033.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZM9_n3KbTqo0D6BejVSEa4iWB7szRMSuB0NY-ggMr-UJODid5OoIoVy5ceHfg2Xpvdj4Z0W6ijANxP-ilORj8flLynupSejKoCHGuLupz_qrwEomwzvxxI7FeaHwYvnHuaPGwq7IXcfm1oyUeYi2K1TwmL24yWF4S5PuxhZWLtMY5r4jrM6YTg/w296-h640/IMG_3033.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bill was narrowly defeated yesterday. Phew! Praise the Lord, though! Yes, I sent an email to this Senator. No, I didn't keep it short. But I did emphasize the fact that it shouldn't be a topic for the federal government, but for the state government. In this case, I believe it is murder and should be banned, and the state government should rule against abortion. I don't put it under medical freedom because the baby inside the womb has rights as well so I am protecting his or her rights, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLedoUnGDBC6kPTTLoBltgOXdja4FKD1RZRJIZTyjDjQCik1mBynGkKVSOBcrOg_NHc0w_95CvSmKaqo0zyUkPDTSY9EQ_LzLG4mXSO-dmcf08MUcn1j4EHTaAQoCeIpvD6gC1Pj_NUvE7BEfKGkcejT19OLmNRPmWLCCyaQtduIfMibTvZ0ksRw/s4032/IMG_3034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLedoUnGDBC6kPTTLoBltgOXdja4FKD1RZRJIZTyjDjQCik1mBynGkKVSOBcrOg_NHc0w_95CvSmKaqo0zyUkPDTSY9EQ_LzLG4mXSO-dmcf08MUcn1j4EHTaAQoCeIpvD6gC1Pj_NUvE7BEfKGkcejT19OLmNRPmWLCCyaQtduIfMibTvZ0ksRw/s320/IMG_3034.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai and I played this game, too. You have to slide the tiles to match the pattern in the little box. It's pretty easy. I've done these sliding puzzles so much in my lifetime that I know all the moves. This frustrated Abishai. But he wasn't very far behind me. He was starting to figure out the fancy moves himself already. He definitely could practice this on his own, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT11iFCJhmSs_XsnTvHOg8MFRyULzMkl18YTgW-Lsf_8WhwEaP_If1Ob93IEytA8xQ68YH5zSDHxEZhYjpY-Oy2tGmWWmRNqzC7Ie6JxA63t5AC86hmbIdibxn828BsgZiWjvIS37MnrwIpSHwPLgj2gjDWhAE8IP57is-7dDe6m8Lbzwsc5N5fw/s2048/IMG_3035.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT11iFCJhmSs_XsnTvHOg8MFRyULzMkl18YTgW-Lsf_8WhwEaP_If1Ob93IEytA8xQ68YH5zSDHxEZhYjpY-Oy2tGmWWmRNqzC7Ie6JxA63t5AC86hmbIdibxn828BsgZiWjvIS37MnrwIpSHwPLgj2gjDWhAE8IP57is-7dDe6m8Lbzwsc5N5fw/s320/IMG_3035.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My friend on PEI bought this puzzle and put it together. What a great way to learn Chemistry, eh?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQm91sGjRen1NMO3__6a4OF6Y1LSeG-lPVtv_R-rfQwWkchyc5HO0ZnSVMeYn97rcXRAnn82LAyoEQfQmy7ko5uGdf69B_U7Ghfvj55RvW2akQ-G8BzLcNYTbddJQYyF5UQTkHVwuEryQt190fb69f1NINzFDRxHQZWn_N_AF4h4jdnCA4fi3rMQ/s4032/IMG_3036.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQm91sGjRen1NMO3__6a4OF6Y1LSeG-lPVtv_R-rfQwWkchyc5HO0ZnSVMeYn97rcXRAnn82LAyoEQfQmy7ko5uGdf69B_U7Ghfvj55RvW2akQ-G8BzLcNYTbddJQYyF5UQTkHVwuEryQt190fb69f1NINzFDRxHQZWn_N_AF4h4jdnCA4fi3rMQ/s320/IMG_3036.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, when you actually lose that 20 lbs thanks to Covid, it's time to go through the box looking for clothes. I didn't find any though. I need a size 12 shorts and capris. Where in the world did I put them? I mean, what did I wear when I was this weight before? I don't know. I guess I have to got shopping. I don't want to spend more money on clothes, but I can't wear baggy clothes and wear out the only belt I have that I use as a fashion accessory. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDgcH3C4tbR9tvMCddYXW91GtZQkKDFFQhsQZ8yEj6buNHdFeUwMPqWMegScaHdKzzW2yenSwD0eaK00Ccic1Dt3O-h8MjWjn_r-hHvuVPhrIy4h-9MAArAahkP06VDKm-JAplqMGUVp1A4SQbDYVjHbAp__aM4wy8yn6Ki4PhXpJMR2xvwMtAg/s3520/IMG_3037.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzDgcH3C4tbR9tvMCddYXW91GtZQkKDFFQhsQZ8yEj6buNHdFeUwMPqWMegScaHdKzzW2yenSwD0eaK00Ccic1Dt3O-h8MjWjn_r-hHvuVPhrIy4h-9MAArAahkP06VDKm-JAplqMGUVp1A4SQbDYVjHbAp__aM4wy8yn6Ki4PhXpJMR2xvwMtAg/s320/IMG_3037.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading his Bible aloud to himself and Dinosaury just to pass the time. He didn't even realize he was reading Benaiah's story or his won. He obviously has a hard time with the big words and the names of peoples and places.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b6MQ49dKr5AC66aLRFlRmHJjC7hay52df5Y2R7brDxefWgy1oWUN8hlApZu4b_1ya23_qX24BMxOsTa3Cioz7hCUGoV0Zvr793jXVbC0MnwDGGlAw_azKKdrBx5MA__jqKJ6CzM3NLQ3fzvFS95Y0LMYBqjecZnScZDAGARX8VBeoeyoKQ3llg/s3520/IMG_3039.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b6MQ49dKr5AC66aLRFlRmHJjC7hay52df5Y2R7brDxefWgy1oWUN8hlApZu4b_1ya23_qX24BMxOsTa3Cioz7hCUGoV0Zvr793jXVbC0MnwDGGlAw_azKKdrBx5MA__jqKJ6CzM3NLQ3fzvFS95Y0LMYBqjecZnScZDAGARX8VBeoeyoKQ3llg/s320/IMG_3039.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then he read aloud to me while I rested.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1PngI9YTIiUBmPKQC9fWDJQsNz80qkP7V-uiikeXSsXGPyIuZeqM649I-WrwsY5a81gLu8ybl03gD5mYQ_uFXCP4SuqMyICJ1xfK8HEcIy4g-Pisopgg-6PkjVKQJoP62iZ9dIIh3qhAt_0aKRXzni0u_tmTAe5C5TCqWNmTeAVP4G5s3wBrTA/s3088/IMG_3041.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1PngI9YTIiUBmPKQC9fWDJQsNz80qkP7V-uiikeXSsXGPyIuZeqM649I-WrwsY5a81gLu8ybl03gD5mYQ_uFXCP4SuqMyICJ1xfK8HEcIy4g-Pisopgg-6PkjVKQJoP62iZ9dIIh3qhAt_0aKRXzni0u_tmTAe5C5TCqWNmTeAVP4G5s3wBrTA/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I let my floof butt on the couch with me because why not.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeFds-Eza9dPXuGDAQ5Ua0kJBBy3XwK40Lg2EsKR2UinDJ8UykDCzBvdARfTTmYppKY45HJcpmV5A47NLBduWbDfAwXiZRDhejRNIui_P41NXTY78pytpAA_T4j79uYcF9e-HCXGdeigWnONYqFgc48JKBUZfO03J9f1c75TaPU4vqF_cwNrB6g/s4032/IMG_3042.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeFds-Eza9dPXuGDAQ5Ua0kJBBy3XwK40Lg2EsKR2UinDJ8UykDCzBvdARfTTmYppKY45HJcpmV5A47NLBduWbDfAwXiZRDhejRNIui_P41NXTY78pytpAA_T4j79uYcF9e-HCXGdeigWnONYqFgc48JKBUZfO03J9f1c75TaPU4vqF_cwNrB6g/s320/IMG_3042.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First iris bloom 2022! Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2-Hf0JswdHLA_es3bj9RX8lf3dRCc4NQ3Z0yyxQEPHCgWJ0aYaTAKkR62GxM5lILvYs-hdJcv38mST54CGb7yAtkDGVBqoDRsG0VGaFK32WQMhgLG-HmhDdDON1KoW9a8reXZImGcBiNYVyEbAg3Siyyvs10g5vwNBAQrpfYPQPY96fz3i8p3g/s4032/IMG_3043.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2-Hf0JswdHLA_es3bj9RX8lf3dRCc4NQ3Z0yyxQEPHCgWJ0aYaTAKkR62GxM5lILvYs-hdJcv38mST54CGb7yAtkDGVBqoDRsG0VGaFK32WQMhgLG-HmhDdDON1KoW9a8reXZImGcBiNYVyEbAg3Siyyvs10g5vwNBAQrpfYPQPY96fz3i8p3g/s320/IMG_3043.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought it was just a recheck but it was actually his annual eye exam. I had written it down right in my phone. I just had it down wrong in my brain.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgee3fy3kfOlqYnTWMi5ynu2YV94js-cQgW02tPlGsn3hTZsH4Mlo9Dmazuu8-5XT1JgCgJ-gG5l_jeWO5DQ2az3Rx3aryXHr1BdDPl2MxxIKO-18h27mgHb9DcTDGotASeMjrQODGQMJXHX5eryrr4WaPyKv757-RMinNtfiXchy5vuxGI2BM9ug/s4032/IMG_3044.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgee3fy3kfOlqYnTWMi5ynu2YV94js-cQgW02tPlGsn3hTZsH4Mlo9Dmazuu8-5XT1JgCgJ-gG5l_jeWO5DQ2az3Rx3aryXHr1BdDPl2MxxIKO-18h27mgHb9DcTDGotASeMjrQODGQMJXHX5eryrr4WaPyKv757-RMinNtfiXchy5vuxGI2BM9ug/s320/IMG_3044.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai has worked very hard in every class. Teacher Nation and Teacher Max knows that. But he has to know the sequence of the moves. That's memory work. And that requires practicing at home with Mom and Dad. But man, he looks so fierce and yet so cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVC_218vDczSW-_v_RefsyNy1MZQSTBYa1ISLjuwezn83pdoqdK1S3Cmmvn4w3NxNpm2Yr3m_PQk9z-H87GyiHca7XfR1IhA8LZLVOi7PdgSB1JiaQztFboIMFdV_NnsiaViBGh6ecSNTcdgdwwV-VOAMc2S8C1AJnfYzt8Cgb2OuWoKWdnPFVlw/s4032/IMG_3045.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVC_218vDczSW-_v_RefsyNy1MZQSTBYa1ISLjuwezn83pdoqdK1S3Cmmvn4w3NxNpm2Yr3m_PQk9z-H87GyiHca7XfR1IhA8LZLVOi7PdgSB1JiaQztFboIMFdV_NnsiaViBGh6ecSNTcdgdwwV-VOAMc2S8C1AJnfYzt8Cgb2OuWoKWdnPFVlw/s320/IMG_3045.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a minute, when did this happen? These stalks were just 6 inches tall at most just a few days ago. And now they are 3 feet tall! Yeah! This is the point of growing bamboo at this point of the yard, in order to shield the sunroom from too much sun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFJjppQNFf7IyltnD2miSEPqUOv75_iup8zQfZ-pXCuRA6tDvb1lpQCcQqxlx8Utbzex1iRPYG1qx-1iT_-ALlIHlpjObTj4QnrpqfxdbfMM1PEjuvWhkWVp0hxICKo45bxr_nNH1857Uq2DgF6rL_M27pbn25-mj1xds-a8lkrg6EJKnxsCtVA/s4032/IMG_3046.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFJjppQNFf7IyltnD2miSEPqUOv75_iup8zQfZ-pXCuRA6tDvb1lpQCcQqxlx8Utbzex1iRPYG1qx-1iT_-ALlIHlpjObTj4QnrpqfxdbfMM1PEjuvWhkWVp0hxICKo45bxr_nNH1857Uq2DgF6rL_M27pbn25-mj1xds-a8lkrg6EJKnxsCtVA/s320/IMG_3046.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What an explosion of growth!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGY88Q-y7N8u9J3E4NU6mdFg3pvPyKSxP5dVLVt_LvzVoeoPtjP0ve4SbNtlS1e7fPEkxojLJfd5hz0sg-V9CdsIcBy9UTh0pBNrHxpGVR6G3pl-BLqHeRVDtC-PjSf3ikgWj_jeTe8x7UMJSyLsld11QS9thMhkODNJNFxKYyisr7v9xTKi1hQ/s4032/IMG_3047.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGY88Q-y7N8u9J3E4NU6mdFg3pvPyKSxP5dVLVt_LvzVoeoPtjP0ve4SbNtlS1e7fPEkxojLJfd5hz0sg-V9CdsIcBy9UTh0pBNrHxpGVR6G3pl-BLqHeRVDtC-PjSf3ikgWj_jeTe8x7UMJSyLsld11QS9thMhkODNJNFxKYyisr7v9xTKi1hQ/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What's left of that huge stick pile. No more places for wildlife to hide and survive. Sigh. Not sure what Jared's going to do with the little pieces of concrete and bricks in there. He wants to get rid of that stuff and then rake it over <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJMrOA7Qoa1eqTaec1ofRY3PJHUZQ2oHSbdfXHGlHarua8ads5nnetdn2EB-Sr2PrXJEw2_adldr28ZYEU2r0SZ129T5r_B02YXdP7pzOvMhNnzg8idxuEh03oJBYpJfwzSLScrXPEyXCBSNimeKMS9DHt4zP1URR6yol0W-As0jxVwgs-YbGHw/s4032/IMG_3048.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJMrOA7Qoa1eqTaec1ofRY3PJHUZQ2oHSbdfXHGlHarua8ads5nnetdn2EB-Sr2PrXJEw2_adldr28ZYEU2r0SZ129T5r_B02YXdP7pzOvMhNnzg8idxuEh03oJBYpJfwzSLScrXPEyXCBSNimeKMS9DHt4zP1URR6yol0W-As0jxVwgs-YbGHw/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Evening tide.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHHKPl02dKNMGpwN8zGOsMk1dGPJ_5JCD58sBjzGyhFK57XyKKMTgtvmF2FGxpklX04hevqAS_0LE-j4JXc9lQwjZ8sxhmPaeb604drMzl6k76ZW-gRwQbFc8IbEvF4_7BKLCINKLMHkXeFmQ_ANJ-_LG3wfq4I12oqrLPCqvMDH3Kq384E73fQ/s4032/IMG_3049.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHHKPl02dKNMGpwN8zGOsMk1dGPJ_5JCD58sBjzGyhFK57XyKKMTgtvmF2FGxpklX04hevqAS_0LE-j4JXc9lQwjZ8sxhmPaeb604drMzl6k76ZW-gRwQbFc8IbEvF4_7BKLCINKLMHkXeFmQ_ANJ-_LG3wfq4I12oqrLPCqvMDH3Kq384E73fQ/s320/IMG_3049.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New growth unfurling as we speak.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYurDcozTyKgutJLf19UU12qG8tdIs2G_O71SbdvuyAZ2gwSXdr0CRj89DUKijUsehCi0WHCfJLXau9XgmYz25279UeyZNuyBpHsE3qTH4-lX728OKH6xMLWnti6JuqBLqf-EAW1w6KLGpaSszw1RqwaDdmgxQ_eSCOCuDYpvpH7F5r04Gw0PKCw/s4032/IMG_3050.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYurDcozTyKgutJLf19UU12qG8tdIs2G_O71SbdvuyAZ2gwSXdr0CRj89DUKijUsehCi0WHCfJLXau9XgmYz25279UeyZNuyBpHsE3qTH4-lX728OKH6xMLWnti6JuqBLqf-EAW1w6KLGpaSszw1RqwaDdmgxQ_eSCOCuDYpvpH7F5r04Gw0PKCw/s320/IMG_3050.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maple tree has helicopters aka seed pods for the first time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiktHO9uKH5OO1lUjKOnZa96lcdKOjfdL0acKoM-FoiXlTii6VuOhmFOm8VPoN9BUfel6LaXki_xUOXKw_5NX5fcy5RJ8wEnVfKUYpJsXhA6Mw-0MgexBz34wM70Ze48Espwm-jZfirpU0wO162l7RraOjfma4o_GbEz3vfxmoDF_Z6vEzS2XkNg/s4032/IMG_3051.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiktHO9uKH5OO1lUjKOnZa96lcdKOjfdL0acKoM-FoiXlTii6VuOhmFOm8VPoN9BUfel6LaXki_xUOXKw_5NX5fcy5RJ8wEnVfKUYpJsXhA6Mw-0MgexBz34wM70Ze48Espwm-jZfirpU0wO162l7RraOjfma4o_GbEz3vfxmoDF_Z6vEzS2XkNg/s320/IMG_3051.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hopefully no new growth will happen from this stump. I'd rather have this growth stopped instead of having termites and that weed of a plant in my flower bed, oh and the mushrooms and other weeds. And now onwards to more mowing for Keturah and then preparing the backyard for a pool! Hopefully!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqZwVf5bsewRipJfEuCBt2JAHxvrBetUl_7T7fDjO-_wi7te3z93FLeMrS7moLD91wXMJtJgN8IAeYkDVmZg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwm-ahjrqG-6J4I10yhkr-TiNXnRKwlc2xUKlcvrayJC-g3hZEYTHYkPM_HS_Ml6OX2HrVP-YvibhLaq3_WtQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Friday - Yes, Friday the 13th It Was</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Today was the Friday the 13th of all Fridays the 13ths. First of all, I thought it was Saturday. Abishai did get up in the middle of the night again, so straight to the couches we went. He snuggled in with me and he almost feel asleep. I drank it all in and enjoyed every single minute of it. After those long days with teens, I need to just have those moments with my little guy who still likes to be touched and still wants to please mama. It was glorious. He did eventually move to the other couch and he said he slept a bit there. But, in the morning, he and Keturah woke up at a decent time and had breakfast done or at least in part and I didn't stir until almost 9am. Shoot. I have stuff I wanted to do today. And then Keturah comes in and remind me about Bible class. Well, I'm glad she remembered that. It wasn't until 12:30pm but we needed to make sure the tablet was charged and ready to go (it wasn't charged at all) and the boys needed to go first because we needed to leave on time for park day. Sigh. Come on! Get moving! What else could you be doing while I overslept? Oh yeah, mowing the freakin' lawn! Get out and start raking! SMH</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Once a got everybody up and going, I finally ate breakfast at 11am. And I drank some, but not all of my tea. I actually didn't finish it until 5pm because I simply forgot. So, I ran around trying to determine who was supposed to be doing what, and when. It was crazy. And I decided that Abishai would start taking his ADHD medication at night so he could sleep off so some of the drowsiness. <br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDedFa5tVFimzRFYACaK9Nd9OgpKRY26alTZcd-C_bE9Nnf2itGNF1ojn7D0P-XTYO9LluNQfF3ySt0PbPvjlJXksi5oqntkerBLcvQxs-5pJW19-YrwVYI5gZPkCyu1lCyLEhwwM1kZhSOZwj6j2FHlNo2vBVmlZN_wQq0GQISUTU2E41m9XNHA/s960/11059691_10153298292767812_554692220818381949_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDedFa5tVFimzRFYACaK9Nd9OgpKRY26alTZcd-C_bE9Nnf2itGNF1ojn7D0P-XTYO9LluNQfF3ySt0PbPvjlJXksi5oqntkerBLcvQxs-5pJW19-YrwVYI5gZPkCyu1lCyLEhwwM1kZhSOZwj6j2FHlNo2vBVmlZN_wQq0GQISUTU2E41m9XNHA/s320/11059691_10153298292767812_554692220818381949_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I wish they would just stay this little! Abishai 3 mos old. So cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl7v1dDTWgx07I1ADuUF0CFsO4uAVEAb0dxV09npyskQe_CwvKtwq1ZodG8uY8FEFn716xnr6-QWbnngaR1ivQ42qlOomruK5FYYqORbu61sP8G2cWZLyEzCALtHpqeUeiIEG1Bq81Uvr1WK8CF9t7F4JDd_rqHD9mj6btQ7imRvMEuhQ7qSkzQ/s526/280527759_3813164952241000_1941611142994883847_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUl7v1dDTWgx07I1ADuUF0CFsO4uAVEAb0dxV09npyskQe_CwvKtwq1ZodG8uY8FEFn716xnr6-QWbnngaR1ivQ42qlOomruK5FYYqORbu61sP8G2cWZLyEzCALtHpqeUeiIEG1Bq81Uvr1WK8CF9t7F4JDd_rqHD9mj6btQ7imRvMEuhQ7qSkzQ/s320/280527759_3813164952241000_1941611142994883847_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsfK38-zBr2kj76goBwIL4mM_l31VKvXZ7lkZDtNLH8WDOkwfypy-ztXU_W94QWZ9uRkkd_D_nx9SoEDh9kPKzuPPkU3dcbfXJZ9MZAtQTRAxu3PYBhqURXjzEWxw6iYrOJeNrNN8DO5Z-XQkQ0T6knuezrkCM-qP53FyzAULmqnT4d6MoF7vRw/s680/280528341_3239344832991410_6832742007183003298_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsfK38-zBr2kj76goBwIL4mM_l31VKvXZ7lkZDtNLH8WDOkwfypy-ztXU_W94QWZ9uRkkd_D_nx9SoEDh9kPKzuPPkU3dcbfXJZ9MZAtQTRAxu3PYBhqURXjzEWxw6iYrOJeNrNN8DO5Z-XQkQ0T6knuezrkCM-qP53FyzAULmqnT4d6MoF7vRw/s320/280528341_3239344832991410_6832742007183003298_n.jpg" width="248" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isn't she the most adorable grandmotherly Queen you have ever seen? I think so. I'm glad she got to her absolute favorite annual event - a horse show her granddaughter was in. She's so pretty!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrFmGrSEML7QHqzS61CSj6X-adBXYKBXpuwXn_hOQ6kYLgIHkmXL7FIJWkZPSCeGUrQa_3qTf2_jM5xGLGDfhFNoZZ1QuNwI3aoDYAOP6mJHJ1lLZQ5bF0hFnbYI4C6IIf4i7Dw-ebwIUz1YbQQ-QG2wpMHF0lzb3kLdwCSnmiCsNihOAzhMn0A/s4032/67414690399__A7884176-C201-40BB-9C7A-9EF357ED94EB.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrFmGrSEML7QHqzS61CSj6X-adBXYKBXpuwXn_hOQ6kYLgIHkmXL7FIJWkZPSCeGUrQa_3qTf2_jM5xGLGDfhFNoZZ1QuNwI3aoDYAOP6mJHJ1lLZQ5bF0hFnbYI4C6IIf4i7Dw-ebwIUz1YbQQ-QG2wpMHF0lzb3kLdwCSnmiCsNihOAzhMn0A/s320/67414690399__A7884176-C201-40BB-9C7A-9EF357ED94EB.JPEG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">German cars I think for Daddy's German car shelf.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g6sLnCMhacKw06S9w4bNg3qe5BX2uL2ab-KnQQJnkLEBtGRndJ1uvKWecO_GtT0DnCVxqijXX4Th-_0mMKQ4UdCXa4lSvX2-tuegVz6jtK5SKRU3LF5Z3qUE1H9KU3V-89oCM-cAKz5AxuUc32l0Z0mQQnF76k1fG4nMv3j_ATK2pnXtMp9G1Q/s1792/IMG_3052.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1g6sLnCMhacKw06S9w4bNg3qe5BX2uL2ab-KnQQJnkLEBtGRndJ1uvKWecO_GtT0DnCVxqijXX4Th-_0mMKQ4UdCXa4lSvX2-tuegVz6jtK5SKRU3LF5Z3qUE1H9KU3V-89oCM-cAKz5AxuUc32l0Z0mQQnF76k1fG4nMv3j_ATK2pnXtMp9G1Q/w296-h640/IMG_3052.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bingo</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Hzwa1jWNeYIJShb62inT3qxnrIKWmmpgE9umDGnPGu9rdPpTk4JA0IlVYbgICuKeIkfPQUH7Wx6kg_8Z7k39BCtHRY7KK_CTR1r9hfYdn-B4U8Va3xWRwfAsmCZjnokTCJLhNhOrBFZc1H9wgjLSewIJFVgNsrMBoQ-mg31d8msyuNAyxkycyA/s1792/IMG_3053.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Hzwa1jWNeYIJShb62inT3qxnrIKWmmpgE9umDGnPGu9rdPpTk4JA0IlVYbgICuKeIkfPQUH7Wx6kg_8Z7k39BCtHRY7KK_CTR1r9hfYdn-B4U8Va3xWRwfAsmCZjnokTCJLhNhOrBFZc1H9wgjLSewIJFVgNsrMBoQ-mg31d8msyuNAyxkycyA/w296-h640/IMG_3053.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d6JQmellmnuT37WkPvFHFRFqFkmb0TfoCyKp49gR58QmZhiaTO2t89l94NynSkWwytLE5scU3nqNtNJ9sEDcupA7U0FJVWpRlKM7ghjtkuEqN9-BRXBfc-vlTOhIGc_nUOz5X5oBC58F1aoBplgE_DX8_1s4UkdwNihFFjtNQKE0xbrfKWggng/s4032/IMG_3054.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1d6JQmellmnuT37WkPvFHFRFqFkmb0TfoCyKp49gR58QmZhiaTO2t89l94NynSkWwytLE5scU3nqNtNJ9sEDcupA7U0FJVWpRlKM7ghjtkuEqN9-BRXBfc-vlTOhIGc_nUOz5X5oBC58F1aoBplgE_DX8_1s4UkdwNihFFjtNQKE0xbrfKWggng/s320/IMG_3054.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When you don't give this kid any medication, this is what he looks like. Full of crazy adventures, morning, noon and night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOw5YLWbOosimbwHEkXwWfnrm5836XGWcHmrOkO_gQ8vajBwMUmlCFRWw1KV6_4i1BnCh8W_bSGQju1LKCW9dtZXrrNhGLgvA20VU6OOQm29jnPm1cGpldH8fVppiiMLybds0LpP3luaRIbwTAXupyc29zP1VXa1YpLU2ndO7Ex2HzifePqDb1ZA/s4032/IMG_3055.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOw5YLWbOosimbwHEkXwWfnrm5836XGWcHmrOkO_gQ8vajBwMUmlCFRWw1KV6_4i1BnCh8W_bSGQju1LKCW9dtZXrrNhGLgvA20VU6OOQm29jnPm1cGpldH8fVppiiMLybds0LpP3luaRIbwTAXupyc29zP1VXa1YpLU2ndO7Ex2HzifePqDb1ZA/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKps9IW0jV3PkRxqXMmaxXb0r8pwgujA4rzVZ6EUyvarAOzVuFMYkmlcpFEp7Z0iTlPEusWZeFANPLuQ3NsIVor1L1az3q432FztSogYm7yecgO1OqtyuQXFR1tBhpagBP_9cknNIyRAPz052XKtVYOnstzgTsIlablMqeF_2DhyHZAYEEh_dI8A/s4032/IMG_3057.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKps9IW0jV3PkRxqXMmaxXb0r8pwgujA4rzVZ6EUyvarAOzVuFMYkmlcpFEp7Z0iTlPEusWZeFANPLuQ3NsIVor1L1az3q432FztSogYm7yecgO1OqtyuQXFR1tBhpagBP_9cknNIyRAPz052XKtVYOnstzgTsIlablMqeF_2DhyHZAYEEh_dI8A/s320/IMG_3057.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I literally left my house just like this and went to the park, knowing I would still have to pick it up when I got home. And Abishai and I did. It was totally fine. Not one clean area area around. And that's ok. Abishai was a happy boy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2Fw2hEg0Su7wty1jMWgq0p59jjFI59NWa3y50sTVF5i1LeFzvatbArn5PgeLFbPLfqlL2yqwBHcgxrEQKBjb4beQ4AoAu0ETHAAuBa2ln0DfmHigshC19WW6l0S5M895X8LcCuTVkUC666erLYtMSVpu0r3isCt5T6pcsVXHXLTdzgl7oDHH-g/s4032/IMG_3058.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA2Fw2hEg0Su7wty1jMWgq0p59jjFI59NWa3y50sTVF5i1LeFzvatbArn5PgeLFbPLfqlL2yqwBHcgxrEQKBjb4beQ4AoAu0ETHAAuBa2ln0DfmHigshC19WW6l0S5M895X8LcCuTVkUC666erLYtMSVpu0r3isCt5T6pcsVXHXLTdzgl7oDHH-g/s320/IMG_3058.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqm9FZl0q9A9bOnhw9CzAsYtKityFOR8cozNiOc_Tp-fwXu-0X2XtUW8YvvZJGrA7o8ch1hzMMDUOlYH8WpUYL3W3YXtrb6hTo7EhfhIT8ekseqO_Z2j4wv1s6affoXkM0bavNbBxYHFavy82lACFUaHZ5BcBJUhA6Q3U2ydjRaZipfpuRkY2eQ/s4032/IMG_3059.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqm9FZl0q9A9bOnhw9CzAsYtKityFOR8cozNiOc_Tp-fwXu-0X2XtUW8YvvZJGrA7o8ch1hzMMDUOlYH8WpUYL3W3YXtrb6hTo7EhfhIT8ekseqO_Z2j4wv1s6affoXkM0bavNbBxYHFavy82lACFUaHZ5BcBJUhA6Q3U2ydjRaZipfpuRkY2eQ/s320/IMG_3059.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He even had a trail of cushions going to the bathroom because the "floor is lava!"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_cEqO1qxEDtpKKRaxyESusuShL-cGsv2SXqvrTyLluJcOrz3I-CGAB386ljauxcbfwVBA66YfrLfHYbpFtgLu0cz7vX3duI1ZraqXsvlxwZn2ID7yZXG34cOMAQDClomWPIBufQ5xsjCwESm-cVUzXblAU1OKspbtizq2uP0GvuKkdJWwXjETg/s4032/IMG_3060.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA_cEqO1qxEDtpKKRaxyESusuShL-cGsv2SXqvrTyLluJcOrz3I-CGAB386ljauxcbfwVBA66YfrLfHYbpFtgLu0cz7vX3duI1ZraqXsvlxwZn2ID7yZXG34cOMAQDClomWPIBufQ5xsjCwESm-cVUzXblAU1OKspbtizq2uP0GvuKkdJWwXjETg/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Grogu cannot be suppressed by medication like this. It's pitiful. I can't handle it. I was going to try to hold out, but I can't. I know myself and Abishai better than that. I'll find something else. We'll just scratch Vyvanse off the list. It's better to have tried than not. Onto the next medication or treatment. My Grogu is too precious to me. I need to hear him laugh and be his crazy self. I said I wasn't going to let his personality be changed. Well, medication changed him. Time to try a different kind.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4uBo-CTcZeo_OLAmWuNqU_00YnUxqo2n01uXdXnFePIf9THy7VIETMTX09u41QSxzCUh_A5JC7vN_J3_Y8BtYRBv3iNrSO3O444UpDG17mt1c9nvaQumtKzGDg2YEhnBScwnOTgJzdHqm6bVSoJEwTPji06eMCwNGK8tshomenfBKrSgefdEBg/s4032/IMG_3061.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4uBo-CTcZeo_OLAmWuNqU_00YnUxqo2n01uXdXnFePIf9THy7VIETMTX09u41QSxzCUh_A5JC7vN_J3_Y8BtYRBv3iNrSO3O444UpDG17mt1c9nvaQumtKzGDg2YEhnBScwnOTgJzdHqm6bVSoJEwTPji06eMCwNGK8tshomenfBKrSgefdEBg/s320/IMG_3061.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These two. Always on their phones. Sometimes they laugh. Sometimes they are sharing a meme while on their phones next to each other. Sometimes I find them talking. I'm not sure what they even talk about. They are totally cute, but still totally awkward. I love it. And they are constantly asking about when they can see each other again. Constantly. I can't wait for Justin to be able to drive. At least he'll be able to go see Kya at her house. I'm sure driving her anywhere will still be off the table for a long while yet. Sigh. 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So I had to go see for myself! Of course this makes me super nervous if I start thinking about all the things that could go wrong, like letting go and falling to the ground. But, Abishai was meticulous in how he grabbed the ropes and place his feet and he steadily climbed all the way to the top. We've been going to this park for 5-6 years now. 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I had a 20oz Cherry Pepsi I had started at 2pm and was also still working on at 6pm. It's a crazy day!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIWX-V0YrrR7vZH4--3niCkRzVaAEMFO-SIiDTgLt1W1dTlehsVDfJTdVGo--TibKKst5SKzgHvki2rozyLoJHV8yqbcdlQFi6n0meos2dpQW6lQuK2hnytnpuAf6btDCGKr9sAk6bDykMdODKWlLB7sZI4DFDYSyg7XDT8Gjw-C276pSTZqhQQ/s4032/IMG_3079.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIWX-V0YrrR7vZH4--3niCkRzVaAEMFO-SIiDTgLt1W1dTlehsVDfJTdVGo--TibKKst5SKzgHvki2rozyLoJHV8yqbcdlQFi6n0meos2dpQW6lQuK2hnytnpuAf6btDCGKr9sAk6bDykMdODKWlLB7sZI4DFDYSyg7XDT8Gjw-C276pSTZqhQQ/s320/IMG_3079.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The irises are starting to bllom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV_LLu4ty6U3hJF5xASEKkys8hOzofX7GIYaN61TixhlNd8WuO0tQjLWZ8Pylyvv0MAYR_okHRBOqKnpAvxG_NNWRFFnnbIKPt5JXk2aoLvDTdZQI9Q9cUDTxtmRRlimZtlTvh_bDPu9Aqy2IrRzEYAD2sGqkPlXTCMhk0RHtQn5RQsvp-HtJcw/s4032/IMG_3080.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV_LLu4ty6U3hJF5xASEKkys8hOzofX7GIYaN61TixhlNd8WuO0tQjLWZ8Pylyvv0MAYR_okHRBOqKnpAvxG_NNWRFFnnbIKPt5JXk2aoLvDTdZQI9Q9cUDTxtmRRlimZtlTvh_bDPu9Aqy2IrRzEYAD2sGqkPlXTCMhk0RHtQn5RQsvp-HtJcw/s320/IMG_3080.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on purples!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGqzaiLuqFnkk9N52XVgj8YUKZglxxdSaxBPkVblnMBHu1GUU4xRK-zh7_rPxqJqMSeVyG1flSOcdmtgI2buxnG81Q7w26hqU8jYLwmzPP5R_m2c2iU6_Brnidz2akgNZg1Y3Qo3N6wz2udVmqmoQ_zQzSVVuq3S2yYJsxjV67Gn-AcLinc__sA/s4032/IMG_3081.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGqzaiLuqFnkk9N52XVgj8YUKZglxxdSaxBPkVblnMBHu1GUU4xRK-zh7_rPxqJqMSeVyG1flSOcdmtgI2buxnG81Q7w26hqU8jYLwmzPP5R_m2c2iU6_Brnidz2akgNZg1Y3Qo3N6wz2udVmqmoQ_zQzSVVuq3S2yYJsxjV67Gn-AcLinc__sA/s320/IMG_3081.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared says these are his favorite kind of iris, white with purple on the tips.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbipXchmj3TNd4b4O0pKdVjURPvvFGF4jmYmmjzV-PiPMuCTmGWGrpRNw80i2hIwH45NjUXtUmQP7kchBsbI6GZANE1Wx1DxAlK5jE9krtVJvyCyu48TB6h90nUWqQ2BLmwxrhfHyYRoRcNjziCcfdWVVy4HwCraLWrHO0ReakugIY7wKEP9rPnA/s4032/IMG_3082.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbipXchmj3TNd4b4O0pKdVjURPvvFGF4jmYmmjzV-PiPMuCTmGWGrpRNw80i2hIwH45NjUXtUmQP7kchBsbI6GZANE1Wx1DxAlK5jE9krtVJvyCyu48TB6h90nUWqQ2BLmwxrhfHyYRoRcNjziCcfdWVVy4HwCraLWrHO0ReakugIY7wKEP9rPnA/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peek-a-boo yellow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Saturday - Less Sabbath, more Productive</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- I didn't get to rest as much today, but I'm ok with that. I did get to finish up with Justin's school books for the years and put what I could have the kids' books in the box for permanent storage. Yeah! So now all three have their summer "fun"/must school assignments and everything is somewhat ready to go for August. Kelli told me yesterday that she does have the Physics book and I can borrow that, so that will help save $70, which is a great. That leaves two math workbooks and 1 science textbook. Yippie! </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- I also got my Saturday shower in.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Keturah and Jared finished the outside trimming and mowing spots that Keturah had missed. She wasn't too happy about it because Jared had to be stern with her, but that's tough love for you. She has to learn to follow through to the fullest. Someday she will. Someday she will thank us for being tough on her. Someday these experiences will bring about positive outcomes later. Someday.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Then, we heard a buzzing sound in the sunroom and found a big wasp on the window. Justin was able to spray it was some wasp foam killer. But in the mean time, he hadn't let me move the telescope or the aloe vera plant and he knocked over the plant on it's side spilling dirt everywhere! Thankfully it was just dry dirt and easily vacuumed up. I had to be quick though because I was leaving soon with Jared for his MRI appointment. But while I was back there, I was able to finish putting away the other CC materials and the Abeka flashcards we didn't use. So now it's all clean back there and waiting for me to finish the bigger job of putting the rest of the history stuff away. And it also forces me to deal with the aloe vera plant in the next couple of days. Sigh. Poor thing. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Jared has an MRI on his lower back again, so I rode with me to his appointment. It was nice to get out of the house and to enjoy the quiet. I just cross stitched in peace. The hospital wing was empty. After that, Jared made balogna and potatoes for dinner and then we all went to the grocery store. We spent over $450 on groceries. And that's with less meat than usual. Runaway inflation indeed. It makes me cry. I have never seen this in my entire life. And gas is at $4.30 again. We can't afford this. We are poor. We will never, ever get ahead. Never. We have absolutely nothing in savings. We never can get house improvements done. There's not enough of a cost of living raise. This isn't about contentment. This is about actually living. I can't stand it. It's so messed up. And the government wants to send more money and weapons to Ukraine to help them. And of course not letting nature take it's course and let the recession be what it is. There's no baby formula on the shelves either. It's just nuts. And super scary. Everyone is to blame at this point. Everyone. And nobody can seem to find a solution for it in he short term. Super frustrating.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- But, our fridge is full of good food again. No more scraping by. We'll see how long it lasts. And the house is a lot cleaner. And I helped Abishai with his Form 1 for Tang So. And I showered. And the lawn is done for now. We can go into Sunday with all our ducks in a row.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- P.S. Abishai's medication didn't last until the morning. Therefore, this one is a no go. We didn't give him any more medication because there's no point. I will go ahead and call on Monday to see if we can try something else. I couldn't stand the long face of him being a zombie. I loved hearing him laugh today. I can't be the one to squash that. I just can't. I won't do it. So, one medication down, dozens to go.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVaDLiHwFxqQER8Y5rAqqRxX2GnxKDOvC2zG1sur4TuYa7gYC1p3aYQHXfG1zA6lGMJt4NeA6i1xqeLRECaiAPB7zLkgbSQfEHg1RdbV-kwXvz5lzcjj5-5bsl9eVFa9dk07goA5Tkl6RchOZphyvLi7r5GtLELAViR7SjJIlnDoTTFK5ghWjUA/s4032/IMG_3083.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVaDLiHwFxqQER8Y5rAqqRxX2GnxKDOvC2zG1sur4TuYa7gYC1p3aYQHXfG1zA6lGMJt4NeA6i1xqeLRECaiAPB7zLkgbSQfEHg1RdbV-kwXvz5lzcjj5-5bsl9eVFa9dk07goA5Tkl6RchOZphyvLi7r5GtLELAViR7SjJIlnDoTTFK5ghWjUA/s320/IMG_3083.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little foosball hockey style.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuNvPRc5thtxUR65UlGkmGPz6AKcnWAo0aMmY7MiBGPOFtha725TL1jn9IlGNLqsdBxl8IuouzPFjUlDO6Do1hqEeL9shY2zjNMZviRL1AJe6-QTYgayuClOGkwuoFAwb_nHmXQygb0fath69tw80XXbsU_cuAvi4rmVuPOOfVxhK802ATN8HBw/s4032/IMG_3084.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuNvPRc5thtxUR65UlGkmGPz6AKcnWAo0aMmY7MiBGPOFtha725TL1jn9IlGNLqsdBxl8IuouzPFjUlDO6Do1hqEeL9shY2zjNMZviRL1AJe6-QTYgayuClOGkwuoFAwb_nHmXQygb0fath69tw80XXbsU_cuAvi4rmVuPOOfVxhK802ATN8HBw/w480-h640/IMG_3084.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the white ones are open! This is after the sprinkles of rain we had.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNyWairrh0eYep8TfuzkyUIVXmvu6It5_0cTkb6HsawG7uNLS-uyrfnNb7qnoxn_AGwEsaVMzpfzrl1Y3Jvhl2x5riAmhfkzN_66GzxRRxpLmD1ppqnlDc5mzW1O2pZTXt9AA6eXB9bD_1418o4TphHOwAea1esOEV_TWZfJHp-owloVUU93pnw/s4032/IMG_3085.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQNyWairrh0eYep8TfuzkyUIVXmvu6It5_0cTkb6HsawG7uNLS-uyrfnNb7qnoxn_AGwEsaVMzpfzrl1Y3Jvhl2x5riAmhfkzN_66GzxRRxpLmD1ppqnlDc5mzW1O2pZTXt9AA6eXB9bD_1418o4TphHOwAea1esOEV_TWZfJHp-owloVUU93pnw/w480-h640/IMG_3085.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The purple ones are coming, they are just a little slower than the white ones.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6n5aKkqdILbZ8qmQaAlXEoNQbQUhjgSzOcKewVIcslwT_s0Ixw04o5HxzqhR6d69lJ8NKMHUp0dfNza5w8WRR4LY2y7HdMiruHJ90xAdS9k8ByfRB_qWFfBa38eGPfWURpmyP6xQPUfkRhav3vCQYvBLB48VurboUyenN2Q4UbJ_flLhMETRKQ/s1080/IMG_3086.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp6n5aKkqdILbZ8qmQaAlXEoNQbQUhjgSzOcKewVIcslwT_s0Ixw04o5HxzqhR6d69lJ8NKMHUp0dfNza5w8WRR4LY2y7HdMiruHJ90xAdS9k8ByfRB_qWFfBa38eGPfWURpmyP6xQPUfkRhav3vCQYvBLB48VurboUyenN2Q4UbJ_flLhMETRKQ/s320/IMG_3086.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really? I guess so. I hope so. Because my kids aren't retaining all the things they have learned. But, hopefully, they will have some kind of general ideas they can hook new ideas onto.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPNBigCxEFL-4TfYrWq5AVw0zuFVEF3_B4cYF4IVsdduNaqSVkoiUs0MRAeDVUmeH2phJNMcLgbWhYlrgtKSpLY_Q9vXUlOiMqBanqXzaFwmFiJWssuEkZe-eig3UrGAhPd0A_7rxRoflnW6uMbTVMd8tot9RuCbw-ZVEP5q_4vW14UlYBDM3Cg/s4032/IMG_3087.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPNBigCxEFL-4TfYrWq5AVw0zuFVEF3_B4cYF4IVsdduNaqSVkoiUs0MRAeDVUmeH2phJNMcLgbWhYlrgtKSpLY_Q9vXUlOiMqBanqXzaFwmFiJWssuEkZe-eig3UrGAhPd0A_7rxRoflnW6uMbTVMd8tot9RuCbw-ZVEP5q_4vW14UlYBDM3Cg/s320/IMG_3087.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Chick Fil A in the parking lot of were we shop is open! That was pretty quick, actually. How exciting!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwV-uZMjK_Kq1tw8Lvd7AvbblqqAjkHXRnhQ3jRARYyXyBV9OuGWrM5h_FjBuTu0PEgnlPrqpeKJg_h8wM-zTWMX7KpzwScMWzl64aLWhNHLkMTqofBg5l3pt3CCJEt9Z-zdxWj8ZgltGRo49y_FZjldmQKCyEoR4IGCL38TkBbwPSpznZBg1xKQ/s4032/IMG_3089.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwV-uZMjK_Kq1tw8Lvd7AvbblqqAjkHXRnhQ3jRARYyXyBV9OuGWrM5h_FjBuTu0PEgnlPrqpeKJg_h8wM-zTWMX7KpzwScMWzl64aLWhNHLkMTqofBg5l3pt3CCJEt9Z-zdxWj8ZgltGRo49y_FZjldmQKCyEoR4IGCL38TkBbwPSpznZBg1xKQ/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just messing around with an iPhone and the aperture. Gorgeous sunset either way.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2Gi54QHDG9ZDnXyAWN3q_7rPO5omYGSPZwP6CdZyf_U6e2MzMpDtafHUYN2UGtr98oObJXuVVK2W1M9TtUPmE7f4mdXIKKYsQOkmiNTeLWxJVlZGZP1scO8Ar3bzA5xoc6az5lV50uvhLaOASiJdeNwnDebTBXz8dbI2-Nop6RvCe9foxSAmqA/s4032/IMG_3093.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2Gi54QHDG9ZDnXyAWN3q_7rPO5omYGSPZwP6CdZyf_U6e2MzMpDtafHUYN2UGtr98oObJXuVVK2W1M9TtUPmE7f4mdXIKKYsQOkmiNTeLWxJVlZGZP1scO8Ar3bzA5xoc6az5lV50uvhLaOASiJdeNwnDebTBXz8dbI2-Nop6RvCe9foxSAmqA/s320/IMG_3093.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Sunday - Rollercoaster Ride</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- In a nutshell, I have been filled to the top this weekend with love and God and experiences, but have also felt some sadness, too, especially today. We had a great Saturday as a family for the most part. And today, was pretty much a typical Sunday in that everybody went their different directions. But, that's also where the sadness comes in. I am beginning to feel filled up with the preaching of the word of God and with new relationships at New Palestine Bible Church. But, I'm without my family. I have no kids to drop off. No husband to sit with. I'm all alone. I ride the coattails of my friend and her family. I have to explain why my family isn't there and it's awkward. I find I'm explaining too much because I want to explain it. How else do you say it? People want to get to actually get to know you here. You can't avoid it. And then I got home. And I want to know one piece of information, who is the new high school minister, and no one can give the information. They were all supposed to attend a parent/student meeting at 10:15am this morning, in between services, while I was in the middle of service in New Pal. I didn't think to remind them. Well, none of them went. So, I don't know if they missed the vital piece of information or not. But I can't find the information anywhere else. I've looked on social media, it hasn't been given out on the e-newsletter, or on the high school emails, and even at Crave, the high school youth group time, they only told the kids his first name and pointed at him. They haven't introduce him in big church. Nothing. Oh and he's not on the website yet either. What's the deal? Why can't I know about the guy who will be child's high school youth pastor? "Just trust the elders." Yes, I trust the elders made a good choice, but I still want to know the guy's name and who is family is and where's from and what he's going to teach my child, thank you. Because that's what I do with every single thing that comes into contact with my child, from books to videos to classes to her small group leaders (which actually wasn't as good as I thought it was) to her friends. I actually do have a right to know. Why is this information being withheld from me? It makes me wonder. It makes me sad. It makes me mad. And it makes me exhausted. And it makes me confused. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- That's why I'm on a roller coaster. This is going to get old very fast, bouncing between two churches' information. The names of their youth groups. The names of their pastors. Who I've told what. But the main thing is, I know the signs God has given me. And here is how it went down today. I walked into New Palestine Bible Church determined I wasn't going to lean on my friend as much and I was going to talk to other people. I was going to be confident and learn at least one other person's name and/or story. Someone new that I hadn't met before. Well, first, an older lady greeted us that sat in front of us, Susanne (sp?). Kelli does know her, but hopefully I can meet her again on my own and get to know her. And then, Pastor Rex's wife, Nowell, comes over (she was a few rows in front of us), and introduces herself to us. She may or may not of seen Kelli before, but Nowell hasn't been around that much because she's been away with the kids at speech and debate tournaments. Kelli knows a bit about her through our friend Angie Trimmer. Well, Kelli decides to word vomit on her with her life's story. I get to just listen to most of that with a few of my own words thrown in, and then listen to Nowell's reaction and start to get to know who she is, her mannerisms, answers to Kelli's questions, etc. I catch on pretty quickly to what people are like and figure out, yup, Nowell is pretty cool, a little bit crazy and busy, and fun, and opposite of Rex and all the things, but yup, I can handle it. We stand around until they start to turn off the sanctuary lights on us! Bwahahahaha! But that's Kelli for you!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- So we walk out of the sanctuary together, and Kelli keeps going and leaves with Kya. I actually stop and talk with a friend who has come over from Indian Creek who is a single mom of 4, but now homeschools because of Covid. She works full time, but her mom takes care of the kids and brings them to Brenda's co op, so I know what's going on. I stop so I can hear why she left the Creek and I tell her my side of things and not 2 minutes later, the guys behind us offer us the comfy chairs in the foyer encouraging us to keep fellowshiping! Like seriously! Not kicking us out or anything! This other mom had already been in conversation with two other moms, and Nowell was stopping, too, to chat with them, so the 5 of us sat down and talked for another 20 minutes, and I guess they all homeschool so onward we went with that kind of chatter. Oh boy! You know I was in heaven at this point! Now, I certainly don't want Sundays to be about homeschool only chats. Not at all. I don't know for sure if the 5th mom was a homeschool mom or not. But, how stinkin' refreshin to a) not rush out of church but to be encouraged to sit and stay awhile and b) talk about my favorite subject right then and there? I know that sometimes fellowship happens at Indian Creek with a few people. But it's rare. Most people just leave. I look around to talk to people and even people I know are engaged with something or just wanting to leave. They aren't wanting to sit and have a long "how are you" chat. And I don't feel pursued by anyone when I go to church either. In the two Sundays I've been at New Pal I've had half a dozen people say hi to me that I've never seen before. It's the blessing of a small church. It's why so many have left the megachurch and sought out a smaller church again. It's not my only reason for leaving the Creek, but it certainly is a reason. I loved Cornwall Christian Church because it reminded me of when Manchester Christian Church was small. And then when we went back to the Creek and I didn't know anyone and the people we knew didn't give us much attention because they were too busy, I just felt it was too big. I finally understood why some people walked in those doors and then out and never returned. If you don't know anyone, there's no reason to stay. You can hear dynamic preaching elsewhere, especially online. You don't have to be physically in the building.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- Speaking of preaching, Dan was supposed to preach at Indian Creek today but he came down with Covid! No joke! He had to stay away from his newborn, Luke, and the other kids and Keren, and there was no preacher for today as of Saturday morning. Shan found this out 24 hrs before services start and he just happened to be at the soccer field with his parents watching Will play, so he asked his Dad if he had to preach anywhere this weekend. His dad was the preaching minister of a large church on the westside of Indy, Kingsway Christian Church, for 30 years and now he, like Gary, travels around and guest preaches where ever he's needed. He's a doctorate as well, and has written books, so he can pull a sermon out of his back pocket fairly easily. So, Dr. John Caldwell did just that. He guest preached this morning on servanthood. He's 78 yrs old and is still very articulate and actually got quite emotional about the Gospel message, too. I did listen to the sermon in between things today. But that's what happens when you get to that age and you are closer and closer to reaching Glory. 78 yrs old. Wow! This wasn't my first time hearing him preach, but it's been awhile. He was on fire! And grandson Jack, who just finished his junior year at Ozark, is also pursuing his preaching degree, and was home and could have preached as well, but I think it's awesome Jack has pursued this as well. Mr. Jack, one of my piano students, a homeschool student. Ah. So, I can appreciate the good things that happen at Indian Creek as well. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- So, we rested this afternoon. And my head was reeling with this morning's experience. Jared sat with me and I shared what I could. And all he could say was, "Sounds like church 40 years ago." or something like that. I explained how they had some new members placing membership so they went up front and introduced themselves, which I thought was wonderful because then we could get to know them. And there was a wide age range, from retired ministry couple to a very young family. Their stories were similar in that they had tried many churches in the area, but this one was the friendliest and most welcoming and the teaching was expository and strong. And that's exactly what I will be saying someday. I wish it could be today. I would do in a heartbeat. There's nothing wrong with the old if the congregation is still growing, people are still getting baptized into Christ as new believers, and young families are mixing with the gray hairs. Having "family" moments and an unprofessional band and unpolished way of doing things is actually very authentic and relaxing. It's not forced. Take this evening when Kelli and I sat with Nowell again after youth group time and the kids were running around all around us. Nobody was rushing to leave. Ok, maybe Kya and Justin were. I don't know who's kids were still hanging out, but I think the Alexander kids were still there and Caiden was there late, Nowell's 5 kids, and whoever else. We were there 1 hr past the end of youth group time just chatting, well, getting to know each other, more, and really a continuation of this morning's conversation. It was just perfect and natural. I've never felt like I've wanted to do that with any of the wives of the staff at Indian Creek, even those closer to my age, even when I've stuck around before and after youth group. They've never really engaged with me before to get to know me. They know me through Facebook I guess. They know me through Gary. I don't know. The two environments are just so different. And I'm the not the only one who prefers a different environment or has been at the Creek and has come to New Pal and knows what I'm talking about.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- That's the thing. I'm not really alone. So to come home, and still be questioned at the end of the day and then not be able to turn around and ask a vital question and get a straight answer about things that directly affect my daughter's social and spiritual life is a bit upsetting. Or at lunch today, no one asked me how our week was or how my morning was, but it was all about who they saw at church, people I wouldn't have known anyways, and the boys talked about buying Legos from Jim. It's just a gossip fest about people that have no bearing on our lives. And Benaiah didn't read the book chapter about ADHD because he thinks he knows what he needs to know about ADHD in order to interact with three people in his family of origin with it and he thinks people are overmedicated that have ADHD but he won't let me explain why I've chosen this route with us at this point because he claims he and I can't have a civil conversation about anything. And this is after he yelled at me for touching something on his desk. Fine, I was curious about his candy bar because he tells me nothing and I'm curious about his life. So sue me. I'm your mother, not your sister. I think I have a little bit more right to asking than she does. I didn't have to touch it, but I can ask if I see something, right? Well, not according to him. So, I feel, out of the loop, unseen, unheard, and reality was hitting home. And the other kids didn't talk much again. Although should have been celebrating that we closed down our school year. But I didn't get a chance to announce that. I wonder if anyone would have said anything if I had asked who the new high school minister is. Does Leah know? Who knows. Nobody really knows. That's the problem. I don't like going in blind or blindly trusting authority. Even today, I wrote down something Pastor Brett talked about in regards to rewards in heaven and how that's related to good works on earth because I wanted to make sure that aligned doctrinally with Jared's beliefs. I always have my discernment ears up. It's exhausting, but I have to. I listen and read such a wide variety, that I can't afford to just believe everything on it's own. I have to compare it to what I've known previously, no matter the source. Men are fallible. Men's interpretation of Scripture is fallible. I trust no one right now 100%. No, not even Jared on some issues. I don't trust myself either, so I look things up. And when I can't, I get mad. Information is vital, people. And when information is hidden, intentionally or not, it's a problem. Have we not learned this in the last two years? </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- It's been a long day. I have barely seen Jared, Keturah, and Abishai. I don't know what they've really been up to today. I know Jared had to work on those stupid writing assignments for Gary's college class he taught. Yes, STILL. It's midnight and I'm still working on this post. I feel like there's mosquitoes everywhere or something. I'm tired and frustrated instead of feeling full and excited. I hate Satan's mind tricks. This is going to be a long, hard battle. All I can do is pray. And get away when I need to. And enjoy my time when I'm in the moment, just like I've always done. And deal with the aftermath when I get home. And I pray that God redeems any form disunity this causes in our marriage and family. And that God quells any gossip. And that anyone I talk to has an understanding heart. I just have to trust that I, as an individual, am walking in obedience, no matter how heartbreaking it is. I just wish that Jared would listen to the sermons from New Pal as I will still listen to the sermons from the Creek. And that he would know Pastor Rex as I get to know this Brandon character. Although, Justin will graduate next year. I'm not sure if they'll let him continue on for another year or not since he's so young. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. And when he graduates, he can decide to stay at the Creek or not, too. I would like him to stay now for Abishai's sake and for Ron Hittel's sake and his small group guys. Finish it out, follow through. Then you can make a change. Sigh. So big. Gotta start planning that senior year. Ah! I'm not ready! Not at all!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">- And on that note, I'm done.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwiXN6YPs0z8AyvWOfSbTSw6Te0PiIBifvisEt7NtV7edbG-lncbEpX7ThFG6FhqY2ZKzXK-BpdsbtmAojpRRT8H80AVz2VXs5ZeopaRzxL5U6N6US5PmjLYJUfJSORrM7u81C1brJ64srZYXg82D7_M-7D9Q7VF8zAm-9iZNh4SUnRGkfgQg7A/s1472/3147FDFB-C5E9-4C46-8DEB-F91689B0D4F2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbwiXN6YPs0z8AyvWOfSbTSw6Te0PiIBifvisEt7NtV7edbG-lncbEpX7ThFG6FhqY2ZKzXK-BpdsbtmAojpRRT8H80AVz2VXs5ZeopaRzxL5U6N6US5PmjLYJUfJSORrM7u81C1brJ64srZYXg82D7_M-7D9Q7VF8zAm-9iZNh4SUnRGkfgQg7A/w360-h640/3147FDFB-C5E9-4C46-8DEB-F91689B0D4F2.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Last weekend of the "Night at the Piano" tour and they just announced he's doing one live on Tuesday for free! I signed up for VIP and to ask a question so hopefully, I get it answered!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMdZVJynbLvGfgdyvwY9QqagORxHN_-2gJipEuN6jsEEHmT2HYD7WebdHtvxeuRvXtGbPPEkI83EYThZWcdPa2qb_hngyYyJlXtfwI5JSdhxOlnJFMPQBkDlEmIANo91TSAkFKa796N7dXUzLEjTuqY1QwaLHbxx5j72VZzJ2L4LvoixefRF-iQ/s4032/IMG_3097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVMdZVJynbLvGfgdyvwY9QqagORxHN_-2gJipEuN6jsEEHmT2HYD7WebdHtvxeuRvXtGbPPEkI83EYThZWcdPa2qb_hngyYyJlXtfwI5JSdhxOlnJFMPQBkDlEmIANo91TSAkFKa796N7dXUzLEjTuqY1QwaLHbxx5j72VZzJ2L4LvoixefRF-iQ/s320/IMG_3097.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared's favorite color of iris bloomed! So pretty!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg8HvJcxq6Bon2KPtM25VBtRH9rdaIwA5rwwxlMm4dMRJL6DAw10i6vQD61-MDkQNyr7O_0HO_HFXtauVfJzDkVY0Zs0Mw3os4_FThXQ4qhI4L7kpoW9E3FmbElJQ6ZOGeRhYyfumMkO_0OHfXS5vT8_yteLY380yrQI77AZPU45b8U2ClNZl-w/s4032/IMG_3098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDg8HvJcxq6Bon2KPtM25VBtRH9rdaIwA5rwwxlMm4dMRJL6DAw10i6vQD61-MDkQNyr7O_0HO_HFXtauVfJzDkVY0Zs0Mw3os4_FThXQ4qhI4L7kpoW9E3FmbElJQ6ZOGeRhYyfumMkO_0OHfXS5vT8_yteLY380yrQI77AZPU45b8U2ClNZl-w/s320/IMG_3098.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFEhSzKzm-c0Jd5_p6C5DPCyiNWFczAiwW3V-fXkd-EcIDzr3CmlcNtT-E0lnPoNxyX3FxamT_T-vvXlIZ_-qIwuE4WdZbmL-GY279TgHvBh0F6lULKqDd6Kf2gHvxwtdL4H1aAuVDI3IgLW82qW8B5v1VkAtqghr6Ovi9pRH3sOCD0kgg6Ze6A/s4032/IMG_3099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFEhSzKzm-c0Jd5_p6C5DPCyiNWFczAiwW3V-fXkd-EcIDzr3CmlcNtT-E0lnPoNxyX3FxamT_T-vvXlIZ_-qIwuE4WdZbmL-GY279TgHvBh0F6lULKqDd6Kf2gHvxwtdL4H1aAuVDI3IgLW82qW8B5v1VkAtqghr6Ovi9pRH3sOCD0kgg6Ze6A/s320/IMG_3099.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Almost there! You can do it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0KGv3vMLklTwwdYx8BUcTOKBJF98vnm_IZLh4nBhKapr-49tnSLI6JANNiqj6C5CWMRmms-F92cmofBLZ231NqHqS4GneEtObzJTt7eYr_iLMYALXFu8W6qIWDShieg3w-i-LBCM07Oi2Vi6Q7JZmiWmbbvO6UhjcnaPxB1aUvfxJOrqfq9-bQ/s4032/IMG_3100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG0KGv3vMLklTwwdYx8BUcTOKBJF98vnm_IZLh4nBhKapr-49tnSLI6JANNiqj6C5CWMRmms-F92cmofBLZ231NqHqS4GneEtObzJTt7eYr_iLMYALXFu8W6qIWDShieg3w-i-LBCM07Oi2Vi6Q7JZmiWmbbvO6UhjcnaPxB1aUvfxJOrqfq9-bQ/s320/IMG_3100.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjYcXlu4DbcoDg6gXojwXM4XqLdL8FkbudaXqqQQo4LPMT8gvOA0j8Rtk33zqQvZQAo6tayRlPUyKyhaWzMWWk9NN5ppX58MLsxhT1el7-wTb0kuDkEOxoMbjF9-YkwEEkfRQPBbKmshg2jdzteJtrB2zZMlgHRaT9u2a1vesAKU9fq53wf79lg/s4032/IMG_3102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEjYcXlu4DbcoDg6gXojwXM4XqLdL8FkbudaXqqQQo4LPMT8gvOA0j8Rtk33zqQvZQAo6tayRlPUyKyhaWzMWWk9NN5ppX58MLsxhT1el7-wTb0kuDkEOxoMbjF9-YkwEEkfRQPBbKmshg2jdzteJtrB2zZMlgHRaT9u2a1vesAKU9fq53wf79lg/s320/IMG_3102.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So adorable! Almost like when Jared would put Benaiah on his lap!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7m7_IqGq9kojcz8qUiHNuv3nr6j_MGEcsSJ86pXdSLnXFtNq3rDIYR_BwOirMBenRU3LwNtnqZEuKfE6inV2b61RqVmyqOD6iwrE2iF3-iIIqRxXannh2d32zdxZNP-oZ6V1ZfIYRyURlaQS1hxrS7y3yeMhJnFBPJd9B9c437QG9JsEG1FAyQ/s4032/IMG_3103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7m7_IqGq9kojcz8qUiHNuv3nr6j_MGEcsSJ86pXdSLnXFtNq3rDIYR_BwOirMBenRU3LwNtnqZEuKfE6inV2b61RqVmyqOD6iwrE2iF3-iIIqRxXannh2d32zdxZNP-oZ6V1ZfIYRyURlaQS1hxrS7y3yeMhJnFBPJd9B9c437QG9JsEG1FAyQ/s320/IMG_3103.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6K7XGBI56mFC1JzXfVaMKIHezHXmDLPWnewrg6Q3Whv23ebeXKnin-57ZkgBsrosoucOb-uipwV046z5SE-LORW0bmVBtXJbnJXMxzmZqGumehLgPSU9ukRNoDHomLfr6huGf1E_6tMfc-FpZoiXcPm8CXmukcM7HFFi2UbC6VESy0D6vem24w/s4032/IMG_3104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6K7XGBI56mFC1JzXfVaMKIHezHXmDLPWnewrg6Q3Whv23ebeXKnin-57ZkgBsrosoucOb-uipwV046z5SE-LORW0bmVBtXJbnJXMxzmZqGumehLgPSU9ukRNoDHomLfr6huGf1E_6tMfc-FpZoiXcPm8CXmukcM7HFFi2UbC6VESy0D6vem24w/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uh oh. Here comes trouble! He got to bring the mini bike home. I warned Kelli it came home and that Justin would probably show it off to Kya but I wouldn't let her ride it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCqI6MjC7RVTRz1Ncm1gvrJ3UgjtXSRcevKb7T4A7jRS-iCBvYfbeW9nUrMv6o2axA-JM7HdLT87vRHhcp6PLoPysoAAO-gVXrJ8owPbZOEjRlYOa-TCH0txXkEGjd-_hByaIKM9jBcwPJd4iVkYm1a7fx8sZ2eRNd0mGkIW4KgIZXpfPSz-6QQ/s4032/IMG_3105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCqI6MjC7RVTRz1Ncm1gvrJ3UgjtXSRcevKb7T4A7jRS-iCBvYfbeW9nUrMv6o2axA-JM7HdLT87vRHhcp6PLoPysoAAO-gVXrJ8owPbZOEjRlYOa-TCH0txXkEGjd-_hByaIKM9jBcwPJd4iVkYm1a7fx8sZ2eRNd0mGkIW4KgIZXpfPSz-6QQ/s320/IMG_3105.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My car kicked over 130,000 as I pulled into New Palestine Bible Church this morning and I was on cloud 9 when I left and forgot to take a photo before I left to come home. Oh well. Just trust me that I saw it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqMyDQl9Kus_ogKGDrr9ILg3GyP0Lzts2wGisT9JlgGKzx3mcmRJ3iIQsN63snMd3oHyQ25B58C9v-oaan2CUqN4A8lPBPBpugL4LK1__KF_q8NYMhMRiy4HpU6kZkAv1sin1w5aUTE2M8A8GIblkOZ6gN-q7J5lAv50D5mx-ZQA8vxh7jHILQg/s4032/IMG_3108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqMyDQl9Kus_ogKGDrr9ILg3GyP0Lzts2wGisT9JlgGKzx3mcmRJ3iIQsN63snMd3oHyQ25B58C9v-oaan2CUqN4A8lPBPBpugL4LK1__KF_q8NYMhMRiy4HpU6kZkAv1sin1w5aUTE2M8A8GIblkOZ6gN-q7J5lAv50D5mx-ZQA8vxh7jHILQg/s320/IMG_3108.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can sort of see it but the fields are ripe with not dandelions but goldenrod! The monarch butterflies and others are probably having their best life right now! So gorgeous! And I got to take photos because Justin was driving. I forced him to drive. And when we pulled into the church for youth group, he got to beep the horn right at Kya. It was awesome!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBchqaz52geMryDolxiklCI0Rcs57tUZJOpOx7GUdDo9VSybC-3wSxIfwk0iX277Pqt6e5ir_xxzuHHiUPxKwRi9KsMN_fFBer83LZG38Pu4D6EVIlTBxKWPEU7sEMdEXaYGeBfdC8My2G50IfxgvVgAT6xNxOeFwHr081vjPP-VoHBRpqa40iLQ/s4032/IMG_3109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBchqaz52geMryDolxiklCI0Rcs57tUZJOpOx7GUdDo9VSybC-3wSxIfwk0iX277Pqt6e5ir_xxzuHHiUPxKwRi9KsMN_fFBer83LZG38Pu4D6EVIlTBxKWPEU7sEMdEXaYGeBfdC8My2G50IfxgvVgAT6xNxOeFwHr081vjPP-VoHBRpqa40iLQ/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYmUEmlBMgLVFXnn1HKkZBo9fWhRLceyDqg9zMExi5N2nXJkre2tIVZqGvaPE29ArB68zIf0ei9FFTGRcOXa7K1P6qzg4x5tOIBEEa8O-wr3qqCzCBARX-xHe4ctQaAKqctFaU2lSWaTD6ljv6tk1J3eAUABktt_3rtxBpnvhgwk5WdAsG-Uf61Q/s4032/IMG_3110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Jared had to take apart his thing he made Abishai and started to burn the wood.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Kh4YTEB_YPrwqxfqK7yis04s8fJqdbIWHU7bPbxph5YmrducLG8-m3FzT5laAitIwGBdl_2NMisRyOVsnMwNP8q-95FWXxfSdl8jR4CHNcJX4j0DtdLzpLfP8b9zEXwlWC3ScQKBb14Tw3c-AXjxYYtIIvmMG72kQtLWeABaPed62hj5uhsexw/s4032/IMG_3119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Kh4YTEB_YPrwqxfqK7yis04s8fJqdbIWHU7bPbxph5YmrducLG8-m3FzT5laAitIwGBdl_2NMisRyOVsnMwNP8q-95FWXxfSdl8jR4CHNcJX4j0DtdLzpLfP8b9zEXwlWC3ScQKBb14Tw3c-AXjxYYtIIvmMG72kQtLWeABaPed62hj5uhsexw/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leaves upside down means a storm or bad weather is coming. And it just rained a bunch, so, there's that.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-zi236HDcLJgoTEgHYHrlYVyWNetR6g6skK5YgXgvCNJTs5RnoQXrEE_eY7qrZ3xbk9EwMIMNXkFB9RENyc3voy9Zjg6wZyUvQ2difkanjRCh7zgGwIqCPzLfkpqnj2UsJaCUc8OEonQkSCgYLY6trYG5y1st796CyajQMHd84Pq2EX6zre7UA/s4032/IMG_3120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-zi236HDcLJgoTEgHYHrlYVyWNetR6g6skK5YgXgvCNJTs5RnoQXrEE_eY7qrZ3xbk9EwMIMNXkFB9RENyc3voy9Zjg6wZyUvQ2difkanjRCh7zgGwIqCPzLfkpqnj2UsJaCUc8OEonQkSCgYLY6trYG5y1st796CyajQMHd84Pq2EX6zre7UA/s320/IMG_3120.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared said he learned you need to cut the new growths that haven't turned into woody stalks yet, so these green stems would be perfect for new shoots. Cool.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">The End<br /></div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div><p></p><p> <br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-3058318827745848012022-05-11T23:39:00.003-03:002022-05-21T13:45:38.995-03:00Year 7, May 2nd-8th, 2022: Last Week of School/Busy Week<p> Monday - Getting the Show on the Road</p><p>- mowing fight</p><p>- slow start</p><p>- never done</p><p>- confusion with kelly and kya plans</p><p>- so tired, when is it my turn to relax?<br /></p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnGo46Ol2HTckpuKEA42upP-UCmibhkiJXz32DA_kwr-F3o9SQ_IafNYuYzvVBMby8ioyqATgBlMLhyl7eInu4mKx5JhieY972n5IXrDZkASF7M7k9dgT6x5Z6jy-wbeq_RuZ1Sb-94CGnPBRYPvigQalag9t3DlVRuQWMJUW8b3IUrriadI5Ng/s1792/IMG_2742.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnGo46Ol2HTckpuKEA42upP-UCmibhkiJXz32DA_kwr-F3o9SQ_IafNYuYzvVBMby8ioyqATgBlMLhyl7eInu4mKx5JhieY972n5IXrDZkASF7M7k9dgT6x5Z6jy-wbeq_RuZ1Sb-94CGnPBRYPvigQalag9t3DlVRuQWMJUW8b3IUrriadI5Ng/w296-h640/IMG_2742.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wanted to share my Meyer Briggs score with someone on Instagram so I took their quick online assessment to quickly remind myself of what it was. I think it's fairly accurate. I know mine has probably slid a little bit, like the thinking part has slid over to a little bit more feeling side, but overall I'm still a thinker, so, if these aren't spot on, well, this test isn't worth it. Hint, these are spot on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtHaKCsJtG2Gr0PON747I3amtaYDflsNjbz8ycjkbXSnhbWg2BGs6xgmCvJ0TV7bdKSV9DFo3EZ6sD0syMWgrzbvfIkXP894gcoRP93pALaLIrWy73FdYks4g3sZewKhefyLuq86Sxc-tAir6Gia2EWdPnQQ2zDX8e6Cv5ZOWCrHtfpoOm18bfg/s1792/IMG_2743.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtHaKCsJtG2Gr0PON747I3amtaYDflsNjbz8ycjkbXSnhbWg2BGs6xgmCvJ0TV7bdKSV9DFo3EZ6sD0syMWgrzbvfIkXP894gcoRP93pALaLIrWy73FdYks4g3sZewKhefyLuq86Sxc-tAir6Gia2EWdPnQQ2zDX8e6Cv5ZOWCrHtfpoOm18bfg/w296-h640/IMG_2743.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N2nFiExrOWjaqRF9yrMSMzdBX9sGS713LEr0h1Rsq83yV77UELlRPWbjtvLMK3eGIaNJf2wvR65pvwHX5-CYcQHPOgC95qIzTzGsoWZ-9Lja2SHr_tBP5QMOk75q9HypdkhQu41lVoOitWGnTDFyJdLmIPle4LC3fAcp4ZBl6gSioaI18wnx9A/s1792/IMG_2744.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N2nFiExrOWjaqRF9yrMSMzdBX9sGS713LEr0h1Rsq83yV77UELlRPWbjtvLMK3eGIaNJf2wvR65pvwHX5-CYcQHPOgC95qIzTzGsoWZ-9Lja2SHr_tBP5QMOk75q9HypdkhQu41lVoOitWGnTDFyJdLmIPle4LC3fAcp4ZBl6gSioaI18wnx9A/w296-h640/IMG_2744.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4_uk5IfWIGL8TBluNRaH8dfEBmk7u1SclYbc6Pguwqv37u7yj7ULwKnKC2cRLaOjj8cLJp37oPCxTLeKXuEHjV-csIJvajCLqBjFJi0DX8NQEWOfkrxw4EGOXLbDwJKg4ssU1VJ5kw7zyAXPGfbTBrYywyThNSBGnb17dp2vZ5jimOOWhy2BAQ/s1792/IMG_2745.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4_uk5IfWIGL8TBluNRaH8dfEBmk7u1SclYbc6Pguwqv37u7yj7ULwKnKC2cRLaOjj8cLJp37oPCxTLeKXuEHjV-csIJvajCLqBjFJi0DX8NQEWOfkrxw4EGOXLbDwJKg4ssU1VJ5kw7zyAXPGfbTBrYywyThNSBGnb17dp2vZ5jimOOWhy2BAQ/w296-h640/IMG_2745.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JB6FfUwoyts4QYqMP0TbRA2JFjEYveSrfrYy3NepumkmyE2T4hxtsWTzFocQ0-33cPmawj--LWOTq2uS0MrEsJDMc4CT-pL3gA8xuEew7oN34uPXxDSdML2mpJ4QNJnKWnWDlwn2vN2BdbrcRs9EhOHNSpDbGzkaxXD5aDvkM66dr2hmQxxUKg/s1792/IMG_2746.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JB6FfUwoyts4QYqMP0TbRA2JFjEYveSrfrYy3NepumkmyE2T4hxtsWTzFocQ0-33cPmawj--LWOTq2uS0MrEsJDMc4CT-pL3gA8xuEew7oN34uPXxDSdML2mpJ4QNJnKWnWDlwn2vN2BdbrcRs9EhOHNSpDbGzkaxXD5aDvkM66dr2hmQxxUKg/w296-h640/IMG_2746.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRPdL4jAslds0OckcOETBXJjheBzNfrOGUm8ew7Cre6h3IRjq9CRD87Fsqk_rPkD8JFQ9tl-9zd6sELJE5Daox7CuyHgfetVvKFuacfkNxtsr2TFdl5cvfMwVW4EfkkUG_xOvnXqGYQV1A9YRdSx79WWqKXLaK_jMDMIFY2lfL6E8ym4nBCMsmg/s1792/IMG_2747.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLRPdL4jAslds0OckcOETBXJjheBzNfrOGUm8ew7Cre6h3IRjq9CRD87Fsqk_rPkD8JFQ9tl-9zd6sELJE5Daox7CuyHgfetVvKFuacfkNxtsr2TFdl5cvfMwVW4EfkkUG_xOvnXqGYQV1A9YRdSx79WWqKXLaK_jMDMIFY2lfL6E8ym4nBCMsmg/w296-h640/IMG_2747.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMYRyJttvMq79wmYhMdqmMqowRpEgm0FS7P6xCBgfgis4g_APju-zaTiHZx2VSGqyyDV9kR9kr4oFlwceeIww-rJwyOCoyUzJFYy_8OTDV1MO1eGrI4pnDzyZCb0FpIKLJ3cifbi7arI0F3ItM1chv-CqqT2oI1X9FO0_zQ7vCSMdTJHV5iiCuA/s4032/IMG_2749.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMYRyJttvMq79wmYhMdqmMqowRpEgm0FS7P6xCBgfgis4g_APju-zaTiHZx2VSGqyyDV9kR9kr4oFlwceeIww-rJwyOCoyUzJFYy_8OTDV1MO1eGrI4pnDzyZCb0FpIKLJ3cifbi7arI0F3ItM1chv-CqqT2oI1X9FO0_zQ7vCSMdTJHV5iiCuA/s320/IMG_2749.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Irises are hard to kill. In fact, they normally procreate. I did move a couple of them around a bit. And I see, they are doing just fine on their own. I have 3 buds on there!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2balnJkO-gXhwzfMdeHapKxE5a-zvsyhJmvw2KJ3qwJZB_OiEo3VUblwhTPIeO-J-ytOwfKTzjT2gXfMTDLTZPTc89LKIiCFcj9EEP65umWdow87YlAqpb6BFvsg-Kyt94eLGUjk3ZFcbK3VSFRxcAhgznfvhArZaRfHONU5tw21tV6zZruAsmg/s4032/IMG_2750.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2balnJkO-gXhwzfMdeHapKxE5a-zvsyhJmvw2KJ3qwJZB_OiEo3VUblwhTPIeO-J-ytOwfKTzjT2gXfMTDLTZPTc89LKIiCFcj9EEP65umWdow87YlAqpb6BFvsg-Kyt94eLGUjk3ZFcbK3VSFRxcAhgznfvhArZaRfHONU5tw21tV6zZruAsmg/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boom! It's huge!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MYLkdwnk_S75dWjCaE_6Wdb-4ynYzqLCftHbRRCyNWLiV67_TcRhfqIDv6zasLcTO3pkDH7DU6-YUA-X85V5EjRmct-abBX99bizcwNdx7iTh13Gz0762KgzCXaz6dIQivyO6Psx-T2ovgK4R_-H1kgB0Junl1oF5V3X0CX3aaLlJwD7n_vUHg/s4032/IMG_2751.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MYLkdwnk_S75dWjCaE_6Wdb-4ynYzqLCftHbRRCyNWLiV67_TcRhfqIDv6zasLcTO3pkDH7DU6-YUA-X85V5EjRmct-abBX99bizcwNdx7iTh13Gz0762KgzCXaz6dIQivyO6Psx-T2ovgK4R_-H1kgB0Junl1oF5V3X0CX3aaLlJwD7n_vUHg/s320/IMG_2751.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADP89BkJ96-_X0-1ZeQNvACoexzCMQn3RwVaX9AjA4N-nZwniZaA8ow6ZllVGVra2P-3-E0CUOZkzzdrLXGaxPPOSScUV5JQOsTbfJgqHnpuUNAVQX8mAZcMiEOZ-XcbrkRlItOmlSr_pE92RiyENMADOl1DnVrARaeXQ37iRbdiogrFRdCJd_Q/s4032/IMG_2752.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADP89BkJ96-_X0-1ZeQNvACoexzCMQn3RwVaX9AjA4N-nZwniZaA8ow6ZllVGVra2P-3-E0CUOZkzzdrLXGaxPPOSScUV5JQOsTbfJgqHnpuUNAVQX8mAZcMiEOZ-XcbrkRlItOmlSr_pE92RiyENMADOl1DnVrARaeXQ37iRbdiogrFRdCJd_Q/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWZubkSi9-mEeQKCdgzFm9nT82yh36Ocv4QeIXHTn64i4WbF-9iZnhxwlKzYLYLkNez6jluv1WmsOP-MBKsk84K_Wg6UsaDZWq73sqoG7ob7TcEo_5A-m_xS19TUOrpdrvu86Y13KGwq-9-moXp_fgUD2ldYcyoG8YRcXE8_GKcMH7i076tPR0A/s4032/IMG_2753.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAWZubkSi9-mEeQKCdgzFm9nT82yh36Ocv4QeIXHTn64i4WbF-9iZnhxwlKzYLYLkNez6jluv1WmsOP-MBKsk84K_Wg6UsaDZWq73sqoG7ob7TcEo_5A-m_xS19TUOrpdrvu86Y13KGwq-9-moXp_fgUD2ldYcyoG8YRcXE8_GKcMH7i076tPR0A/s320/IMG_2753.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LECIRN7Ew99HL3b45RRMQQ75xgs5av3gGtz3byhYgbLi_bz-esEOrwrRBuIe83ijqP4EH-D6LPWZ2syyF9Hv3ULX97n8q6KVtoLYIPgOUhovUreAhc4AM4uYJsvAXVMEiD2KGuEUP8mw474zSWkU7AlzHV5PEg2NYfARFMwzS7o6mh7OFqtJ2Q/s4032/IMG_2754.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5LECIRN7Ew99HL3b45RRMQQ75xgs5av3gGtz3byhYgbLi_bz-esEOrwrRBuIe83ijqP4EH-D6LPWZ2syyF9Hv3ULX97n8q6KVtoLYIPgOUhovUreAhc4AM4uYJsvAXVMEiD2KGuEUP8mw474zSWkU7AlzHV5PEg2NYfARFMwzS7o6mh7OFqtJ2Q/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt8GOCkP19_dW7dCfpprjRrFY76bwb589sRN0lIyBBM9DN3F_e_ONZNs_OjVNUItzA6W1scfL1quxZq9gvtY-4HSkStFVLjjWgUfbfX-Lv2n5ttUCqGnBpcycE2DYnHbv1AXFMiB7lErJMTUOXgKsM4TTocGkcLqyyuiVCof9ClWLyT9JTgq0Vw/s4032/IMG_2755.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIt8GOCkP19_dW7dCfpprjRrFY76bwb589sRN0lIyBBM9DN3F_e_ONZNs_OjVNUItzA6W1scfL1quxZq9gvtY-4HSkStFVLjjWgUfbfX-Lv2n5ttUCqGnBpcycE2DYnHbv1AXFMiB7lErJMTUOXgKsM4TTocGkcLqyyuiVCof9ClWLyT9JTgq0Vw/s320/IMG_2755.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujZK4HWhKLZ5NXNJANkZ-IW0Tk7IwULwB7G5m7E9KMjnuFCeWlddYeQ_8ecr2drOD4LOuIaxR5eJWhRWzynMPBpXRza44xkCCq4ZYn86FObwqJlO5rEmCB0LZBWPxuVBJPBTfYCihUzr6NqJuGwwTexC68gN7oxAhmH7Thg48Z8Rh7hGW1ctLtw/s4032/IMG_2756.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujZK4HWhKLZ5NXNJANkZ-IW0Tk7IwULwB7G5m7E9KMjnuFCeWlddYeQ_8ecr2drOD4LOuIaxR5eJWhRWzynMPBpXRza44xkCCq4ZYn86FObwqJlO5rEmCB0LZBWPxuVBJPBTfYCihUzr6NqJuGwwTexC68gN7oxAhmH7Thg48Z8Rh7hGW1ctLtw/s320/IMG_2756.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's a couple of them hidden back there. Some come up early, and some don't do much until later in the fall.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gPB4qPlJhXDv2HFuIYgJJaxWQTfu23Fs9qI2BylnC-3ClswNj7sGAgk8Xxr6Cd8brM20wYXnUY3KDdigmU_qbXYToruhMWsLI8wYhVqHwY5Ql0AhCoCtGUBKiYBp7S1PtxEestHMPmEfiG4QGAZXdtZR_1s5Q0MIq1SI9XoWBj0BGqd_ZoFQRw/s4032/IMG_2757.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gPB4qPlJhXDv2HFuIYgJJaxWQTfu23Fs9qI2BylnC-3ClswNj7sGAgk8Xxr6Cd8brM20wYXnUY3KDdigmU_qbXYToruhMWsLI8wYhVqHwY5Ql0AhCoCtGUBKiYBp7S1PtxEestHMPmEfiG4QGAZXdtZR_1s5Q0MIq1SI9XoWBj0BGqd_ZoFQRw/s320/IMG_2757.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I pruned the rose bush pretty heavily and now look at it! Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjk5gNldJOjxrosQJN2aW9O-Hsh-nJegG2piCDu2hQJ6jpE1N6nJWZXdz-Z14C9BVKsfxi3cnsQiVxATLiOmyeAgR8-w4_-jeTRHqrsXpQJBgj7B0tg3kJSl7f-_0xQxgkFHK9e9lg79ehie6k9EHEiXL516YjlaTeNEXgq5bcVMOH-poQNhUgg/s4032/IMG_2758.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJjk5gNldJOjxrosQJN2aW9O-Hsh-nJegG2piCDu2hQJ6jpE1N6nJWZXdz-Z14C9BVKsfxi3cnsQiVxATLiOmyeAgR8-w4_-jeTRHqrsXpQJBgj7B0tg3kJSl7f-_0xQxgkFHK9e9lg79ehie6k9EHEiXL516YjlaTeNEXgq5bcVMOH-poQNhUgg/s320/IMG_2758.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much new growth.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mtFvqO2x3FdlRY5zssk8eqoMhF5hvnRzIUZCZvpGsyEquJ-Y9VHouVAWMMNeW57AHwI9Rr4QT81TTqjjE5axPCqDUmXrvnOouTIRA8vekkK0LRNGzqX2KPXBwm1uRzzCHuvc4HTLAC1eilvNcZqom9wPTIENzGbvGtBl3mxfSn3VTPOUdt-LZw/s4032/IMG_2759.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_mtFvqO2x3FdlRY5zssk8eqoMhF5hvnRzIUZCZvpGsyEquJ-Y9VHouVAWMMNeW57AHwI9Rr4QT81TTqjjE5axPCqDUmXrvnOouTIRA8vekkK0LRNGzqX2KPXBwm1uRzzCHuvc4HTLAC1eilvNcZqom9wPTIENzGbvGtBl3mxfSn3VTPOUdt-LZw/w480-h640/IMG_2759.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was looking for my high school transcript to show how to do a homeschool high school transcript and came across this gem. I cried because it proves how strong and focused I was back then. I stayed true to the course and had my best semester of my college career my last semester, 3.95 GPA with 18 credit hours or 6 classes! Most people only take 5 classes at a time. But I'm nuts and took 6, plus had a less than 1 yr old back home to take care of. How I had the energy, I don't know. I did sleep more actually back then. Sigh. I cried when I saw this today. I really do have a brain. I'm very intelligent. And educated. I just lack social skills, which is extremely common. And it's ok. It's normal But it also frustrates me when others insult my intelligence. I can follow a train of thought. I can think critically on a topic for hours and days and months. And I've retained and applied some of the key concepts throughout my adulthood. I have not wasted my degree one bit. Kiddos, Mommy has a rational brain. She actually knows something.And she needs to be treated like the intelligent human being that I am. So stop screeching at her. Just stop. I don't deserve it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqPVl-vaLHtFRKgR4WfXSAk_Hv29PPT-Jxj0zw9ZKYeH6U10kHYLtOI27sNde7KtSM3uZN7jQJ248ECLqoinSYnHw32rPJsyTnqEHL3GA9DJgXrZbfEFMwYfvzLQnvI4TeFOxSK68e6a_51ZsF0768oxfRudOGfasXjb7PbDRxwXvVUmq5cHEYw/s4032/IMG_2760.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVqPVl-vaLHtFRKgR4WfXSAk_Hv29PPT-Jxj0zw9ZKYeH6U10kHYLtOI27sNde7KtSM3uZN7jQJ248ECLqoinSYnHw32rPJsyTnqEHL3GA9DJgXrZbfEFMwYfvzLQnvI4TeFOxSK68e6a_51ZsF0768oxfRudOGfasXjb7PbDRxwXvVUmq5cHEYw/w640-h480/IMG_2760.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I won't share with you all what Jared got as his final cumulative GPA. It's embarrassing. If he only applied himself he could have gotten a 4.0. I really think he could have done it. He just didn't want to. He didn't have any motivation to. He wasn't paying for it. His parents didn't even have to make huge sacrifices for it because they had planned well for it. I had to pay for all of mine, and I did it by getting good grades and was awarded all the scholarships one can imagine. I received a private education from top Indiana schools for less than $30,000 in debt. Jared had no debt. We were very blessed. And then when my dad died, we used that residual money to pay off the rest of my loans, just like he wanted the funds to be used. And my parents actually did fly out and was there for my graduation. That was extra, extra special for my graduation. I'll never forget. I made them proud. And try to continue to make them proud. Even when I suck at being relational with anyone. Because what good does knowing academics without being able to sharing with the world? That's what I need to work on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - Happy Early May the 4th Be With You</p><p>- We didn't get much homework done because we were anticipating out trip to the Lego store this evening. Justin literally texted me within 30 minutes before we left for the store, "are we leaving yet?" like 10 times. He's never ready to go and here is anxious to leave like he's got ants in his pants. And then when we got to the mall, he's the first one out of the van and halfway across the parking lot. Ok Mr. Hyperfocus, I know what your "currency" is. I'll just dangle a Lego brick in front of your face from now on, sheesh.</p><p>- I've pretty much given up on school this week. I'll pick up what we didn't finish next week and tie it all up. We just have too much going on. Then we can have a big to do about it all. The following week is Jared's birthday and it's on a Wednesday so coordinating dinner with the folks and Benaiah is interesting. We can't even do Mother's Day dinner until the evening so good luck on anything else. Each year it gets harder and harder to plan things. But that's a topic I have to save for next week. I need to shower tomorrow and clean up the house. I'll probably take Keturah and we'll grocery shop while Justin's in small group. Otherwise there's no time between now and Saturday, and we'll run out of toilet paper by then.</p><p>- Sigh. We got through another day. Not perfectly. But we got through something.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3-NidBkMPh1YNWmSgYesTOGXxvKVZsJBfrOtvG-SfGDgfpQZoFkE1GFSS3bmOGNvi_EHyB7Wms0HU-npT_av5BxbChf1Q19pqxEGFfOw_OOYMcPeysT_ktjrSYpU6USYgHSo_hq_x37ZbH0F-X_diysUAYznL1iVR1QSaCIZ0f8u1ziBgMidEg/s526/275556387_1036114833608755_8476145241625028360_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="526" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3-NidBkMPh1YNWmSgYesTOGXxvKVZsJBfrOtvG-SfGDgfpQZoFkE1GFSS3bmOGNvi_EHyB7Wms0HU-npT_av5BxbChf1Q19pqxEGFfOw_OOYMcPeysT_ktjrSYpU6USYgHSo_hq_x37ZbH0F-X_diysUAYznL1iVR1QSaCIZ0f8u1ziBgMidEg/s320/275556387_1036114833608755_8476145241625028360_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Totally me<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_uwY4D6bJMZ18TApoERcMj5BCx6VaXEos0QaWw3btlDmb7Dd7il99DdYUZJDXiUEjEVmAiXU3sBz5-hgJvEkpyz_HX0ti8nSUHAXPCswNXjy3YEEo8NvfAVJi8pFJCIDzfVo1l_TwuPFIqy9zERdg_Wi0IpllwPJ8qcLNvpUBZ8KCWq2RJPBvQ/s526/279247660_5026936694091202_7821632281167599281_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="518" data-original-width="526" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ_uwY4D6bJMZ18TApoERcMj5BCx6VaXEos0QaWw3btlDmb7Dd7il99DdYUZJDXiUEjEVmAiXU3sBz5-hgJvEkpyz_HX0ti8nSUHAXPCswNXjy3YEEo8NvfAVJi8pFJCIDzfVo1l_TwuPFIqy9zERdg_Wi0IpllwPJ8qcLNvpUBZ8KCWq2RJPBvQ/s320/279247660_5026936694091202_7821632281167599281_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't just hope it does, it actually does. Do I crash, yes, sure, but I also drink it during a certain time period during the day like it's a medication, no joke. It's definitely a good routine and a signal to my brain for all the right reasons.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi08klSlyquvVFSNPL5BNiHg7JOvaCYo_bK13FSIpbwHjVYFrXAK2E4ySNiU9tC-sBEnTmZuWDlzlOcyPPG-SEgIFCCpR_kshq5HEMvtJ3EpzcBwnnqH29xdHPprR7Vy8dqwwywASdrO4opiITY8NlX0mx_6SBUR-XcJhc_UzM6iN14bMnSfqUIA/s4032/IMG_2761.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi08klSlyquvVFSNPL5BNiHg7JOvaCYo_bK13FSIpbwHjVYFrXAK2E4ySNiU9tC-sBEnTmZuWDlzlOcyPPG-SEgIFCCpR_kshq5HEMvtJ3EpzcBwnnqH29xdHPprR7Vy8dqwwywASdrO4opiITY8NlX0mx_6SBUR-XcJhc_UzM6iN14bMnSfqUIA/w640-h480/IMG_2761.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This book is at least 30 years old. It's called, "How People Lived Long Ago" and I do have to update it as I read it aloud and raise my eyebrow a bit. However, Abishai and I decided this train represents our family. The engine is Daddy because he leads us. The tender care is Mommy, not because she is tender (well, I would like to be), but because she lights a fire under our butts (my words not his). Benaiah is the freight car because he's the biggest (no I wasn't just thinking about weight but in general bulk, width, tallest, stocky, etc.). Justin is the passenger car because "he likes friends." Keturah is the sleeper car because she sleeps a lot. And Abishai is the caboose because he's the "caboose baby," or end of the line. OR he's "KABOOM!!!" aka the one who farts all the time with the worst farts known to man that can level a house when his combustion engine gets going. He liked that I came up with that bit. But it's true! Whatever he's been eating lately doesn't quite settle well and he produces the worst gas I've ever smelled. And he's 7, all young boys like to call about toxic gas coming out of their rears. It sends them in giggle fits. And Abishai has the best giggle fits I've known. Kabooooooommmmm!!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97QMVzc0BRU9c1DFSK30bCwEUG2mSCus2-t8fXyKms1WUda8nfM4t_Kx7LhefiJSXMADpJxoOryekmU5AdhFU9PFSzx1qL0e1_Rw6wT_KmCSX08VbWuqFN0glAJn8E70e-LreDe0dRCCGWWDxV_MTj_W7LElqZnBx0bHTogI7uAqg9BCq0_7A-A/s1792/IMG_2762.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi97QMVzc0BRU9c1DFSK30bCwEUG2mSCus2-t8fXyKms1WUda8nfM4t_Kx7LhefiJSXMADpJxoOryekmU5AdhFU9PFSzx1qL0e1_Rw6wT_KmCSX08VbWuqFN0glAJn8E70e-LreDe0dRCCGWWDxV_MTj_W7LElqZnBx0bHTogI7uAqg9BCq0_7A-A/w296-h640/IMG_2762.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So a judge on the Supreme Court leaked out that they are leaned towards overturning Roe v. Wade! I never thought I would live to see the day that this would happen! Basically that means the U.S. Government can no long ban state governments from completely banning abortion. Many states are already poised to do so and have in recent years reduced the reasons why abortions can happen. This is huge! But it isn't a full victory yet. It's just a leaked document. Satan is going to be on the prowl until it happens. We have to to "hit the decks" and pray for a long time that it passes and the state legislatures get their bills passed. And even then there's tons of consequences to sift through. This was the piece of news I needed to hear this week. Something very positive and exciting.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y_i-jF-e0W6oj4E7ZVgrEiiemj8t5dsEjEvXsLnYQlLc6pDqK3lVQNF9ZxS62GoNaxZZ_okYwGSxAO9YfeAWe0olShIFppvhHMVsR2iwziD2sbGAcO08kIbNymDQd5vKnebn11LZrBo-gByLn2DQ9L34_xWFmzQ1SOihkNRrkhEUVaZjMLB9kw/s4032/IMG_2764.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Y_i-jF-e0W6oj4E7ZVgrEiiemj8t5dsEjEvXsLnYQlLc6pDqK3lVQNF9ZxS62GoNaxZZ_okYwGSxAO9YfeAWe0olShIFppvhHMVsR2iwziD2sbGAcO08kIbNymDQd5vKnebn11LZrBo-gByLn2DQ9L34_xWFmzQ1SOihkNRrkhEUVaZjMLB9kw/w480-h640/IMG_2764.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Children! Smile! May the 4th Be With You! We initiated Kya with our annual trip to the Lego store for this annual Star Wars event. Obviously it's not just a Lego event, but we do the Lego version. And, each other, the kids spend more money because they've saved more. My oh my though Abishai is looking so big! Anyways, we had a good time, everybody got something, even Kya (I gave her one of my freebies), and we got to drool over lots of new sets. The store was pretty quiet and well stocked. We spent enough to get all the freebies. We are THAT kind of VIP. This is how we roll.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5do_W3H5bvsRJFE3Na6aIexbr7j53JIUIan20c00s3gGgNkDIrPD-x4bvD5lKIWXUtVJSGxQAtFjQOlxfLRkp0ffAEnzudjHYk6bDMfLIA7hb_gr0nqT4bralkgpNSwWy2g5GAXAMVSiqp08qWWZglc2DEKn-x1hUQVO5pZ0jNNNPL0OTyYmdA/s4032/IMG_2765.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5do_W3H5bvsRJFE3Na6aIexbr7j53JIUIan20c00s3gGgNkDIrPD-x4bvD5lKIWXUtVJSGxQAtFjQOlxfLRkp0ffAEnzudjHYk6bDMfLIA7hb_gr0nqT4bralkgpNSwWy2g5GAXAMVSiqp08qWWZglc2DEKn-x1hUQVO5pZ0jNNNPL0OTyYmdA/w640-h480/IMG_2765.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin bought his first Ultimate Collector's Edition set, the brand new as in it just released today brand new Luke Skywalker Landspeeder. Keturah bought the Friends Treehouse she's been dying to buy for months and months. She only got to buy it because Daddy extended oodles of grace after Mommy said this was only supposed to be a Star Wars trip. And Mommy relented because I really didn't want to forget and make another trip to the Lego store next month. Then Daddy bought the the four sets from the left and the car on the right. The set in the middle was free, both poly bags were free and the beskar army keychain was free.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFs0Yj29jwY-m0eTGl-SRj2SSEDHK-Sa_m-GlnkA1L1LLL93EI48QdjmW-lcxAhRT676SLvtqVQ8Ir_vC0HNrmQLLM0oO4g9OOqGyhhaFK97RNaxftZoXDxofcvhXdZMY45P5amRAQckdoqgcqpmZm-UfDfbUTsIrmY_taB10c6RdcQETOyuapA/s4032/IMG_2766.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFs0Yj29jwY-m0eTGl-SRj2SSEDHK-Sa_m-GlnkA1L1LLL93EI48QdjmW-lcxAhRT676SLvtqVQ8Ir_vC0HNrmQLLM0oO4g9OOqGyhhaFK97RNaxftZoXDxofcvhXdZMY45P5amRAQckdoqgcqpmZm-UfDfbUTsIrmY_taB10c6RdcQETOyuapA/w640-h480/IMG_2766.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another ST-AT, a beskar metal keychain, and polybag that makes some flowers that I gave to Keturah. The other set in the black box is the kitchen in the Lars homestead from Episode 4 of Star Wars. Asoka Brick Head is for Dad and I to share. We'll put the keychain with our collectibles so Justin doesn't loose it. Fun stuff! And yes, the rule was supposed to be no new Lego until shelves were built. And they haven't been built. And the Lego we have is in more disarray than before and Justin expects me to help him. I don't have time. It's your hobby, you take the time to manage it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - </p><p>- We ran about 5 minutes to ASL, which isn't too bad considering I literally ate the rest of my toast on the my way out the door like they do in the movies. And the day literally didn't stop from then on. We had ASL. Then home. Then I tried to keep school going but only got a little bit more done because a momma has to eat and check email. I guess everything will just have to be finished next week, no matter who I was trying to fool that it was going to be this week. I did sneak in a shower. Then we gathered up leftovers for dinner. I sent Abishai off with Daddy for karate. Keturah and I dropped Justin off at church for small group. She and I did some grocery shopping so everyone could eat through the weekend. We thought we could pick up Justin at 7, but we couldn't so we went straight home to put everything away. Daddy and Abishai got home 2 minutes after we did. Then we sent Daddy back out. He picked up the lawn mower that has now been tuned up. Meanwhile Justin hitched a ride to McDonald's and Daddy picked him up there. And then everybody made it back home and the day was done.</p><p>- There was no time for bad attitudes. We just keep moving forward. Two cups of coffee were consumed. And now I'm about to crash. I wish I could share funny moments or quotes. But I don't have time to even observe them myself right now. It's a season of life where I'm just not going to observe it all. I did hear some nice giggle moments happen between Justin and Abishai when Justin came home from small groups. Or this morning when Justin had some wickedly funny bedhead that was 10x the size of this normal hairstyle. And Keturah did help immensely at the grocery store despite her asking for lots of sugary items. </p><p>- I'm doing my best to ignore the dirt and disorganization in the house, but it's hard to ignore it. And I looked ahead to next week and I have an appointment every single afternoon next week. So it won't happen next week either. Sigh. At least I'll have Sabbath rest on Saturday and Sunday is Mother's Day. And I just told Jared I'm taking him to see the new Top Gun movie for his birthday. That comes out Memorial Day weekend, and so does the new Obi Wan Kenobi TV series. But first, I had to make sure we had enough food in the house to feed these creatures until a bigger grocery haul after the paycheck hits tomorrow and after the weekend when I can think more about it. One event at a time. Tomorrow is Abishai's ADHD appointment and the Michael W. Smith concert, which I've had no time to really prepare for either one. Abishai probably needs shots since it's been 3 years since he's seen the doctor. And I usually have a whole outfit picked out and have had time to get excited and all that and well, I haven't. I know when we leave. I know when we get in line. I know we will need to grab food before we get there. That's it. I do actually have to follow up with who is taking Abishai to karate class tomorrow night as well because I told Jared to figure it out and I doubt he did. Sigh. If only I could stay awake longer and didn't need to eat and go to the bathroom.</p><p>- I just hope I can make it to Saturday in one piece.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoKLXo5oy5PzEd8DouFVqq0pCoVTArgowIOMJMrZ7jz_9qQm_EB5wUrns8RvJQf7t5SW0JVsmfi-axF4BbqQcGUZaT9ahHzUcFvl7cnfEL15i8f-mVNYhJksxysUhP5fjYAzikyZAF71MjSMM0lJ9S84gRNVsU0J7d0MRr_DbVqu5v2kr1vTWDA/s640/279244032_10221823189948742_120392183945507557_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="505" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoKLXo5oy5PzEd8DouFVqq0pCoVTArgowIOMJMrZ7jz_9qQm_EB5wUrns8RvJQf7t5SW0JVsmfi-axF4BbqQcGUZaT9ahHzUcFvl7cnfEL15i8f-mVNYhJksxysUhP5fjYAzikyZAF71MjSMM0lJ9S84gRNVsU0J7d0MRr_DbVqu5v2kr1vTWDA/s320/279244032_10221823189948742_120392183945507557_n.jpg" width="253" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just trying to keep our minds off of the results of yesterday's voting results. But the results were as predicted. The incumbents won by the usual large margin and the school financial referendum was voted down 2 to 1. If you are going to whine and complain that the schools need money and that we need to provide it, then you better put their talking to walking and actually show up a the pools. Otherwise, the older folks show up and they are all on fixed incomes and will never vote for higher taxes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLjK2HUdeeCIGWS7zpbu7P9pLJX_7dH3E8vXHBZhHYgCpVoQ0gITU8b9Lg-WYwuz-IqEWA5KOf-umsMoKJfhcGC1Yea27LrcqtHTdJwjKAwGCIanjL-bDt4_cVOr9VUWtQss6dylIB8c5OW1swgJ0lZJxEWxjWmMt5FUN2yfeuWz0egvN2fqSOg/s600/279625993_10224271609432599_3480815479418065719_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="600" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKLjK2HUdeeCIGWS7zpbu7P9pLJX_7dH3E8vXHBZhHYgCpVoQ0gITU8b9Lg-WYwuz-IqEWA5KOf-umsMoKJfhcGC1Yea27LrcqtHTdJwjKAwGCIanjL-bDt4_cVOr9VUWtQss6dylIB8c5OW1swgJ0lZJxEWxjWmMt5FUN2yfeuWz0egvN2fqSOg/s320/279625993_10224271609432599_3480815479418065719_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4M56_o9fhlRZB-ORNRi2OcdO5q_M1F65s-L532Rfc7eNodWni6eNlbC0O6C7KnsbmxkjCURHcCLa5GTi0N6WcdlAfR59PkpkZwgrYdbpX3RPL3_KaI-66pl1JKfhFpypdGhUda-Gi8DD_UTdI7n7Uotda_nMPKaSrA-3jQN_P7Y9leEOZG1SXQ/s530/279750805_4949054825211003_6882735874409634499_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4M56_o9fhlRZB-ORNRi2OcdO5q_M1F65s-L532Rfc7eNodWni6eNlbC0O6C7KnsbmxkjCURHcCLa5GTi0N6WcdlAfR59PkpkZwgrYdbpX3RPL3_KaI-66pl1JKfhFpypdGhUda-Gi8DD_UTdI7n7Uotda_nMPKaSrA-3jQN_P7Y9leEOZG1SXQ/s320/279750805_4949054825211003_6882735874409634499_n.jpg" width="318" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#accurate</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bvfZuU2amVwhora5-kPd1VXYyDfgojWw-F5fWecy14yy4Vxd7xGtV0ee41TROKjF9w9oQtKLc6gawnjaq7UOrpTPJ5RxmvkesEFFNfUFZeSCJEmfTnqXN-VELK4mePylHxzQ9l1plhK-jWNy84cmJvBTnZWrS3WRu97_CpskGVQlRK9HkpUBSQ/s1792/IMG_2767.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9bvfZuU2amVwhora5-kPd1VXYyDfgojWw-F5fWecy14yy4Vxd7xGtV0ee41TROKjF9w9oQtKLc6gawnjaq7UOrpTPJ5RxmvkesEFFNfUFZeSCJEmfTnqXN-VELK4mePylHxzQ9l1plhK-jWNy84cmJvBTnZWrS3WRu97_CpskGVQlRK9HkpUBSQ/w296-h640/IMG_2767.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">11% of eligbile voters in our precinct showed up. Pitiful. We had a huge line item for the school and they all whined about it on FB for weeks. And then, they didn't take time off from work to come to the polls. How rude.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievtf4ZJ7VKJrlwH8mhLZuUCKA2O6El0ZdaLGlaFgyIbP8bv9pbEuu4qSCIaSDsR6GeKGjc5NkWHEtaEgG0Hli0ikIdyqNFObfBov8KGDcnNA0ssLJnv3ycq4-0ZI1ARwVKnfUGBDRHghNd8Gs5KVZj2Y4VHqsqw9zEfZ61vskjBS5AT6i-vR9pg/s1792/IMG_2770.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievtf4ZJ7VKJrlwH8mhLZuUCKA2O6El0ZdaLGlaFgyIbP8bv9pbEuu4qSCIaSDsR6GeKGjc5NkWHEtaEgG0Hli0ikIdyqNFObfBov8KGDcnNA0ssLJnv3ycq4-0ZI1ARwVKnfUGBDRHghNd8Gs5KVZj2Y4VHqsqw9zEfZ61vskjBS5AT6i-vR9pg/w296-h640/IMG_2770.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found this on Twitter. Somebody tricked out a regular motorcycle to look like Mandalorian's speeder bike from Season 1. And there's even a little innocent Grogu on the back thee. In the short video, the driver even gives the little head nod like Mandalorian does in the show. So accurate!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oHVeXDdeN4AXJ4BvsIjo0444ARhUtVzJdPIzDpQMMXKBiS_uiQz6B3HTXthrc5wTXWt_SWVNVheSRfdaC0hl56BUzF5sUox2eTqXWLNylRTJ1LqCyH7SK5DRuMN4NI9_3G_RJgfkyuF5iXgDfs5XJnYlUH5I7OtAp9ltH7A6deca-gPtxZ1dlg/s2048/IMG_2771.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oHVeXDdeN4AXJ4BvsIjo0444ARhUtVzJdPIzDpQMMXKBiS_uiQz6B3HTXthrc5wTXWt_SWVNVheSRfdaC0hl56BUzF5sUox2eTqXWLNylRTJ1LqCyH7SK5DRuMN4NI9_3G_RJgfkyuF5iXgDfs5XJnYlUH5I7OtAp9ltH7A6deca-gPtxZ1dlg/s320/IMG_2771.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSh6mCVsGf0K_vpwWMHodnmdmkHgGkWdHxKr4u9tcZkh5OqrJXZdGx6oqjfvWLiRvkKZDeZ0c1qZ4ioY3rcsWdnQ-X74ODzgHwzei21UiVH1OPcp0-F_C1zACnftQ8NBLXw8KtlwnOvaZ7ieLPFe7vkaJoEuaYy_ealxRwDjrMSNrjBKEHvKIVEw/s1792/IMG_2772.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSh6mCVsGf0K_vpwWMHodnmdmkHgGkWdHxKr4u9tcZkh5OqrJXZdGx6oqjfvWLiRvkKZDeZ0c1qZ4ioY3rcsWdnQ-X74ODzgHwzei21UiVH1OPcp0-F_C1zACnftQ8NBLXw8KtlwnOvaZ7ieLPFe7vkaJoEuaYy_ealxRwDjrMSNrjBKEHvKIVEw/w296-h640/IMG_2772.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's our friends the Lulls! And how cool that the online church has reached millions! Why didn't they think of that sooner! But you know how it goes. You just do it how you do things until you can't. Then you try something new and incorporate that new information into the older. Cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpsPdWFNnR7v2qj2CCgPirWorzABbDp_2tLNKnzRfa3NHOec69AHozkMsaKrl_iGDaRpR6X-MDUnoNqFS8vf_5Q7X3-K7mjZ77roAsqc-l_tSLkVHWxNrg9NqMxlB7AkfQUXqkdC3fmbYFTIODD2QZYV4zSaRcQ4mNTV8ppsgRdjqGs4TvYdchw/s1792/IMG_2773.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRpsPdWFNnR7v2qj2CCgPirWorzABbDp_2tLNKnzRfa3NHOec69AHozkMsaKrl_iGDaRpR6X-MDUnoNqFS8vf_5Q7X3-K7mjZ77roAsqc-l_tSLkVHWxNrg9NqMxlB7AkfQUXqkdC3fmbYFTIODD2QZYV4zSaRcQ4mNTV8ppsgRdjqGs4TvYdchw/w296-h640/IMG_2773.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What Abishai is studying in his Sunday School is month. We've already got the verse nearly memorized. We get the info early since Keturah and Justin are student leaders in the classroom. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7Hu-FGrPBaQw34bTLAkhmNlOOosNF52zUMRtwp5SCQOceDksEgoTRlDWV7WuY5i7ssFDnR2SMPbfTECSE-Kh3clqcvXxMLHSBDyY82Os-BpUKbOI5BCJXRnQsdeOrWfNhNLf71ctP6_uUNFMCB-zwTsW6ycIPWQB1XmBQAZStvLt5CIt4fEcvg/s4032/IMG_2774.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7Hu-FGrPBaQw34bTLAkhmNlOOosNF52zUMRtwp5SCQOceDksEgoTRlDWV7WuY5i7ssFDnR2SMPbfTECSE-Kh3clqcvXxMLHSBDyY82Os-BpUKbOI5BCJXRnQsdeOrWfNhNLf71ctP6_uUNFMCB-zwTsW6ycIPWQB1XmBQAZStvLt5CIt4fEcvg/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The leaning tour of Pisa! How high can it go? Normal he spreads them out in this area and/or I get to them quick enough before they reach this height. But this time he decided to use vertical space instead of horizontal space. I don't have to deal with it right now. He can hang them up if he wants to or wait until I can. Challenge accepted. We'll see how high it will go.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytI9t43lFGZLfNdNSA3agQS2jPcOG-I_-6Tbbebce-Tsu-8Tr763oM7rfcXeIktr9WgX_PlJS0mLuG4Qvwheqgb99v-9QqQcxWchai4dScrs-LMOFK_7RR02aAOs43EHbrNrXDMta8d5BdWed4IYgwb3CHxT5v4K2OObA4aHsA6L-pc6zOuN5-w/s1792/IMG_2775.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytI9t43lFGZLfNdNSA3agQS2jPcOG-I_-6Tbbebce-Tsu-8Tr763oM7rfcXeIktr9WgX_PlJS0mLuG4Qvwheqgb99v-9QqQcxWchai4dScrs-LMOFK_7RR02aAOs43EHbrNrXDMta8d5BdWed4IYgwb3CHxT5v4K2OObA4aHsA6L-pc6zOuN5-w/w296-h640/IMG_2775.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even Veggietales got into the action with May the 4th be with you!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - A Good One<br /></p><p>- Abishai's doctor appointment went fine. It felt rushed, even for 9am in the morning. I am glad our doctor trusts us and didn't need to explain everything, but at the same time, I wish we had gotten some attention, too. Jared went with us and he filled out the parent sheet for ADHD and I filled out the teacher sheet for the ADHD. I think we did the same thing for Justin. And yes, Abishai has enough markers for it, but like I suspected it's all on the hyperactive side. So, the doctor put him on the same medication as Justin, just on a lower dose. We didn't even discuss alternatives. Which I guess was the whole point of going to the doctor now, because we've tried all other things. It just reminded me that I wish we had a more holistic doctor that took more time with us but also could prescribe medication, too. These doctors just look for symptoms that they can throw pharmaceuticals at. And that's what I got to mainstream doctors for. I am the one that makes the diagnosis these days. I've just accepted it. Just as long as the doctors don't argue with me, I guess I'm ok with it. I thought the doctor was also going to do an annual physical, too, since he hadn't seen Abishai in 3 days. But all he did was feel his throat, tummy, look at private parts, ears I think, maybe throat, and ask basic questions about nutrition, sleeping habits and is the home safe, secure, etc. Um, ok. Oh and up to date on immunizations, which I guess he was. He must have had the whole MMR series and all that at his 4 yr old appointment because the doctor said no more needles until he's 11. Ok, then. The funny thing is the doctor said that annual physicals are good because the doctor can catch things like a funky toe or something, but then he didn't even look at much. I don't get it at all. I know my son's physical body way more than a doctor does. But whatever. We went, we got the "official" diagnosis of ADHD from the pediatrician so others can get off our backs and we could try medication so I don't go insane. And if medication doesn't work, we'll go somewhere or try something else I suppose. </p><p>- It was cute though when Abishai was on the table and the nurse was there. He was nervous and instead of reaching for Daddy to move over to where he was, Abishai just waved to Daddy indicated he knew Daddy was there. He was doing his own form of "checking in" making sure Daddy hadn't gone anywhere. After the doctor examined him, Abishai did warm up to him and started talking, so that was good. So that's that. </p><p>- I was going to attempt to do school, but I needed to rest instead before the concert.</p><p>- I will blog about the concert in another post. Basically, everything went really smoothly and Kelli and I had a fantastic time. It was one of the best Michael W. Smith concerts ever because it was simple, like sitting in a living room together as a family singing the old favorites. The music wasn't as loud so I didn't get a headache. And I know Michael and Jim Daneker were enjoying themselves. It was like a 35th Anniversary tour part 2 with them playing songs they never play and spanning 4 decades. And that special piano was quite lovely. We got Gold Circle 2nd row and sat basically with Lori Ferguson and parts of the Friends Online crew for once. I didn't know Kelli knew any of the songs, but she knew most of them. It was a very encouraging and inspiring and cup filling evening. Just what the doctor ordered. And I've been in a dreamy state for days.</p><p>- Grandma took Abishai to karate so Daddy could still go to Bible study. Justin managed to have Abishai dressed on time, and Abishai managed to cook himself a hot dog before he went. Grandma treated him to Culver's fries on the way home.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROy-QmkrHMSKnJ60zo2_TRR8gYiX0Z0Jr-XCn6eN9U7EX7hQPQEFSTmNYh9na87NL7lvGw6bVN27r3Vb0Y2h7Cislg0Zw9BRfwE2NvjHh7N3pmxSPcFhKP83wi8_-rK_W4cjFJYZIwEduNhQJ3a2qDxt0_HI0AfmqMdMz-SW_Na9MKMYlOhsmlg/s500/918897000001744072_zc_v2_1651663643240_cartoon_running_awayi_fb.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROy-QmkrHMSKnJ60zo2_TRR8gYiX0Z0Jr-XCn6eN9U7EX7hQPQEFSTmNYh9na87NL7lvGw6bVN27r3Vb0Y2h7Cislg0Zw9BRfwE2NvjHh7N3pmxSPcFhKP83wi8_-rK_W4cjFJYZIwEduNhQJ3a2qDxt0_HI0AfmqMdMz-SW_Na9MKMYlOhsmlg/w400-h400/918897000001744072_zc_v2_1651663643240_cartoon_running_awayi_fb.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh yes, and I ran away to my concert just as fast as I could. I needed it that badly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7h6SXPUNZ3Nnrv6IeB7WNBYSFvgKh0QnrzI9HyE0DlxDjvcqz996PmDqQkke1nIuWHWrd6zHmV9u_7t3Xw7vL-jWDXL9_8ta03E7bMGnAXA2e--9waukPgr7udI4kXl0ntXh6Moc4VRHucMrZcjQ6AnMIA8N45NRry7s-8spRa9KqjgGeaE_hyw/s4032/IMG_2778.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7h6SXPUNZ3Nnrv6IeB7WNBYSFvgKh0QnrzI9HyE0DlxDjvcqz996PmDqQkke1nIuWHWrd6zHmV9u_7t3Xw7vL-jWDXL9_8ta03E7bMGnAXA2e--9waukPgr7udI4kXl0ntXh6Moc4VRHucMrZcjQ6AnMIA8N45NRry7s-8spRa9KqjgGeaE_hyw/s320/IMG_2778.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai said he wanted to be just like Justin and wear a beanie hat. Awww, it's a huge compliment, Big Brother, when little brother wants to be just like you! Take it! And actually, these two are very similar. And I love that! My two skinny, ADHD, picky eaters who eat tons of complex carbs, but not a lot of sugar, but with the biggest hearts for people I know. Two peas in a pod.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7S8BO50_TCaffN7lOuEZES-jegTEvQJYQ0LHKTQkvwOXd2t9cAXxF9vG80-tEP9dI0on_y-zqY0hxG-qZeN4nyi6RQp0s1nOzQ_Yyx_WWE9AvIx6sFLejgSSFgd_mpDHc7alfH71F_M4S5w0e-s-plwBji9yvUnxpcnKHVvBO3qK0tUHCXSgpg/s4032/IMG_2779.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv7S8BO50_TCaffN7lOuEZES-jegTEvQJYQ0LHKTQkvwOXd2t9cAXxF9vG80-tEP9dI0on_y-zqY0hxG-qZeN4nyi6RQp0s1nOzQ_Yyx_WWE9AvIx6sFLejgSSFgd_mpDHc7alfH71F_M4S5w0e-s-plwBji9yvUnxpcnKHVvBO3qK0tUHCXSgpg/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I wish I had that kind of blood pressure. Well done my very athletic boy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQbXGgunbw-X0CCrtWkFE2d6nN1wjV2nd2d4fqEuRxYRvUnp1_IH0vZAKbd1DFkIiiw11vkk-In4U17n_fe3xwiZAcL-bqusydCsvo0C65l2JY56kkG9IKYpsgRXz2LluY491EcBMBaOAydYzNZPUIhxIwsGcXJ0rfIMs6hCwXt2gLovn4g2GYQ/s4032/IMG_2780.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQbXGgunbw-X0CCrtWkFE2d6nN1wjV2nd2d4fqEuRxYRvUnp1_IH0vZAKbd1DFkIiiw11vkk-In4U17n_fe3xwiZAcL-bqusydCsvo0C65l2JY56kkG9IKYpsgRXz2LluY491EcBMBaOAydYzNZPUIhxIwsGcXJ0rfIMs6hCwXt2gLovn4g2GYQ/s320/IMG_2780.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reaching out to Daddy for reassurance.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMWl8rljZQK-50tU61HXGEoYxElg7aYp1iY-hknjDFSyVOqQ7_P0jWtp0n8BovTjRvREAXbrFGHYO1ugS6d200Lw0gkbDPyzeq6PDSX_IONFW6wgPtNR3bP7V-VtKs7NGDqRIHS5LyXxP-FUKcrHdGxtXUC7_YFi7AFI3h7T9ocIY2pZwzzZf1w/s4032/IMG_2782.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUMWl8rljZQK-50tU61HXGEoYxElg7aYp1iY-hknjDFSyVOqQ7_P0jWtp0n8BovTjRvREAXbrFGHYO1ugS6d200Lw0gkbDPyzeq6PDSX_IONFW6wgPtNR3bP7V-VtKs7NGDqRIHS5LyXxP-FUKcrHdGxtXUC7_YFi7AFI3h7T9ocIY2pZwzzZf1w/s320/IMG_2782.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pat pat, Daddy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebMk3jHA3Bj0_JogVyK5rcx0vFX45VTlhqCVYEbuCGAGh0r6uiEi6aDnWHXRxq4qrEYO8iSzy5q8cqweHp_fTzBC8TqG-iUocC4wTRoCjMd-FK2DUQ7isjkq2rAwP7-ONQSIINSa8OO9JZFyU1nw4GBhJihjGGzylopSNjZ7CAVj3Hg3ghr9vjg/s4032/IMG_2783.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebMk3jHA3Bj0_JogVyK5rcx0vFX45VTlhqCVYEbuCGAGh0r6uiEi6aDnWHXRxq4qrEYO8iSzy5q8cqweHp_fTzBC8TqG-iUocC4wTRoCjMd-FK2DUQ7isjkq2rAwP7-ONQSIINSa8OO9JZFyU1nw4GBhJihjGGzylopSNjZ7CAVj3Hg3ghr9vjg/s320/IMG_2783.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">9 am appointments are so tiring!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gp33KZP0Z8JwwhuWwsWuJQdmJPgtoeXZpk98aivh7aSceH52QnUkXd_MsBPeutC8uSTqLyLSvvQY2OEr5DifkC9YY4LcMyQREHQXGHyhD7QBe9PtCCttIAqqXxSu9-as-TlOiX7EMfXqf7uHEaDrttIUbFYHWwBV8CvXv6NFBy6hi4FusglzeQ/s4032/IMG_2784.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gp33KZP0Z8JwwhuWwsWuJQdmJPgtoeXZpk98aivh7aSceH52QnUkXd_MsBPeutC8uSTqLyLSvvQY2OEr5DifkC9YY4LcMyQREHQXGHyhD7QBe9PtCCttIAqqXxSu9-as-TlOiX7EMfXqf7uHEaDrttIUbFYHWwBV8CvXv6NFBy6hi4FusglzeQ/s320/IMG_2784.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time for some Rock, Paper, Scissors!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPJiiEfuDfYlj1tycV0Yy-j44tBcm4sWlYV9mF-iX3o9onxHaNlMuCOahFW2oLMJy8KohBDpKQwyq-znchs3XlVcnhh3BYBrz3DRiFQaJ5MU3m2mWHoqvvwGqqYaWeYZiL8QCde4O5S2Qx6Srz0phi3VBXjgGcG7eL-VrbQ1n9VL8ME3YovldjQ/s4032/IMG_2785.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRPJiiEfuDfYlj1tycV0Yy-j44tBcm4sWlYV9mF-iX3o9onxHaNlMuCOahFW2oLMJy8KohBDpKQwyq-znchs3XlVcnhh3BYBrz3DRiFQaJ5MU3m2mWHoqvvwGqqYaWeYZiL8QCde4O5S2Qx6Srz0phi3VBXjgGcG7eL-VrbQ1n9VL8ME3YovldjQ/s320/IMG_2785.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL6cuwP80IvcFulx_u-_XoYldxnT6_voZcPEbwXj5G2HB0Cs63JOL84NIG4xw8zo3YJ6w0xmQlD5t7QJGBSw7sLmXc-8ePJFnUEfZSNs0j2hPgrwiisRMTMAwyinHjT_5tCNqFtBVyR56rhBOI1CVpNfRdQOVBTxd8a39r6efSN1CPEiWVKPUog/s1792/IMG_2786.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; 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Why is someone calling me from here?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-rmLcwr8FOu6b0cly3xsbKRoEY8Q5jAU8Zdy6AZh57eTnyg3y8pD_c1voJqf35UyI2VioVgMSESZ5LIpq7vpMihxFWCUzarmzANiTmYKQdq5UB2siGBZbJOILzqTfF4FWdhnZM8XpHrpaBy-rY-K3jyTfY-KrHncQ9A3uYV3V1KTmuajAsPD8w/s1792/IMG_2787.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3-rmLcwr8FOu6b0cly3xsbKRoEY8Q5jAU8Zdy6AZh57eTnyg3y8pD_c1voJqf35UyI2VioVgMSESZ5LIpq7vpMihxFWCUzarmzANiTmYKQdq5UB2siGBZbJOILzqTfF4FWdhnZM8XpHrpaBy-rY-K3jyTfY-KrHncQ9A3uYV3V1KTmuajAsPD8w/w185-h400/IMG_2787.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's definitely a telemarketer as it's only 4:30am in Hawaii time! Yikes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHW8vf--vLfo0PgT2wG3HMAGp0FWYcBaepYPzsl4U8toyNHbZ_RsFD1nSSFfvz3W2PX4BcKnBt--cuajuNekJENt_XxFFg5XZUS3t8Elqy1R2OSynRya_ot-W6Jk1tdPisdbVZli87HpUjfoUxZDxzSN7D9EEZcq6OS0ezJXoOR5zMHr3BYUei_Q/s4032/IMG_2788.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHW8vf--vLfo0PgT2wG3HMAGp0FWYcBaepYPzsl4U8toyNHbZ_RsFD1nSSFfvz3W2PX4BcKnBt--cuajuNekJENt_XxFFg5XZUS3t8Elqy1R2OSynRya_ot-W6Jk1tdPisdbVZli87HpUjfoUxZDxzSN7D9EEZcq6OS0ezJXoOR5zMHr3BYUei_Q/s320/IMG_2788.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I nearly forgot to take a photo of this one in bloom this year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVzNA-AYuD0f8Hs60oOA2YL_FecDSbiNiIu2sXf3iVy_3mmSmE6eStaqfxZMho_l621T1v9-j-Dpbpllt0F8MfB9N8kqNZqXIQweJstOIbcbKT4iIIYMbHI8ePRm-bUYJ76UW1MkvEVhWT0lBUax-yr6MmgEy2L6OK4z0n4fdrRulcwezhd5Oqg/s4032/IMG_2790.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVzNA-AYuD0f8Hs60oOA2YL_FecDSbiNiIu2sXf3iVy_3mmSmE6eStaqfxZMho_l621T1v9-j-Dpbpllt0F8MfB9N8kqNZqXIQweJstOIbcbKT4iIIYMbHI8ePRm-bUYJ76UW1MkvEVhWT0lBUax-yr6MmgEy2L6OK4z0n4fdrRulcwezhd5Oqg/s320/IMG_2790.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared is trying to start some new tree shoots.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR3WS-yn3iQoY2swQ6iehlFLvrNQdvqrYifsm6Wwtxs2Ozj5bPfhwLDp-tcYrB1f9CLc5xdOow2x5ecNGWONC1TRYcHIW5XF_dR4SxCwUVdz7OgdW07mset9K4yZ2iVP2SO0EVKZSWrIFN-X-hpbfLdcX-34vKb1fGviRKbBDdXf06txnRYBJkQ/s4032/IMG_2791.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLR3WS-yn3iQoY2swQ6iehlFLvrNQdvqrYifsm6Wwtxs2Ozj5bPfhwLDp-tcYrB1f9CLc5xdOow2x5ecNGWONC1TRYcHIW5XF_dR4SxCwUVdz7OgdW07mset9K4yZ2iVP2SO0EVKZSWrIFN-X-hpbfLdcX-34vKb1fGviRKbBDdXf06txnRYBJkQ/s320/IMG_2791.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOfbGQdRH11E7zAS7Z-nLh29-_rVbca8-j0Pe7J-KVVdWbQgMSXpaDW7EROR5AYMx_jRYvA8n1-N3w2WrhlGR6pq5YPixo-ZTwj4XjtqWlI66LNzvl2ijbOfjHxGxF4OSRMw5YQanQNZqhjE-GVcJnELoqJY1QJnCrOvhKDIkBzm8zU4zOGAqrg/s4032/IMG_2792.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgOfbGQdRH11E7zAS7Z-nLh29-_rVbca8-j0Pe7J-KVVdWbQgMSXpaDW7EROR5AYMx_jRYvA8n1-N3w2WrhlGR6pq5YPixo-ZTwj4XjtqWlI66LNzvl2ijbOfjHxGxF4OSRMw5YQanQNZqhjE-GVcJnELoqJY1QJnCrOvhKDIkBzm8zU4zOGAqrg/s320/IMG_2792.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The weed eater is messed up again. This isn't my first go around with this guy. I'm so over it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEKeQyeBP6SY7jfByF8cqV7d4f1Rxd_i19sGXoyyAQI9NwBhFRibbcgE2KZWTHrCvB0Df9SLM2XMMLMRiZm7deLEzGbgNcjZFQN7dKVJ90bmrBZSQfJV0MGmPCfvQpp8USm8e3fVaQun3WZ5WODo5TmkFTjxUidqKQ-1vt8dVbGEZhPbs1lV1Hw/s4032/IMG_2793.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZEKeQyeBP6SY7jfByF8cqV7d4f1Rxd_i19sGXoyyAQI9NwBhFRibbcgE2KZWTHrCvB0Df9SLM2XMMLMRiZm7deLEzGbgNcjZFQN7dKVJ90bmrBZSQfJV0MGmPCfvQpp8USm8e3fVaQun3WZ5WODo5TmkFTjxUidqKQ-1vt8dVbGEZhPbs1lV1Hw/s320/IMG_2793.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, I got it on there, but it still doesn't work properly. Ugh. Gotta borrow Grandma's.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvP7GUD77vQhtwexSixIIrIq_2Iv8f4xt2Ifmh3nPCZ7CFZrP-ZtMJKjSN7m0kIQVb6yfdt1avUelzM3egIItjv76AT2_7ZW5Dqvw9oJh5BY7nf4126TLzkfQyMo0uVIU7N94w-Of43onz69h0gjzEv5N5TyfiLqolL5U5ZsgbYjfYSeK88R0Bg/s4032/IMG_2794.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSvP7GUD77vQhtwexSixIIrIq_2Iv8f4xt2Ifmh3nPCZ7CFZrP-ZtMJKjSN7m0kIQVb6yfdt1avUelzM3egIItjv76AT2_7ZW5Dqvw9oJh5BY7nf4126TLzkfQyMo0uVIU7N94w-Of43onz69h0gjzEv5N5TyfiLqolL5U5ZsgbYjfYSeK88R0Bg/s320/IMG_2794.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I put the cover on and nope, it falls right back off. So fustrating!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIhmWyRZwQlUZRihBIRCv_LYlsiSVfaAQGEfEwKr9nEk8OGZVQBPbCcDLxqQeIiZCpRtPbz-6ZyXVwHzUPV4cYZeVqeO7JpLPyxQFhWCMlUNNZ2fTPJax2b0Xdy4dd4w2AqSA7zAYSFTVzV6RdN45PfK3fxawjy-NXLM7CW5SrPP_DkJ94fdzyA/s3520/IMG_2796.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIhmWyRZwQlUZRihBIRCv_LYlsiSVfaAQGEfEwKr9nEk8OGZVQBPbCcDLxqQeIiZCpRtPbz-6ZyXVwHzUPV4cYZeVqeO7JpLPyxQFhWCMlUNNZ2fTPJax2b0Xdy4dd4w2AqSA7zAYSFTVzV6RdN45PfK3fxawjy-NXLM7CW5SrPP_DkJ94fdzyA/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little man practicing his reading on his own. Unlock the skills of deciphering sounds and the rest figures itself out.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6-3ZZMGCeoK7awXUTfWdOEVji7kMw_X9-17c-TQpNlDUDvDnv0VmjJl0fGWouHv2_kn3SR14XEPAT5MkYTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTcHaBJp6CqO7u_B_ZBGGXpN3NAOccxjxv3t-i_-lRNkoqBYFGLf6go2G3aDNgpucMOjuzga9aTo20SQCfGV0Zy5aFWay7VtfvOwU2d-upSmFPgDytUMdcSajxJKM8Azz-91mD0njmWAbhP7ciIsW3znVWn0_nRMCNsG2xdjoyrdCzNoO_JtxmQ/s4032/IMG_2798.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCTcHaBJp6CqO7u_B_ZBGGXpN3NAOccxjxv3t-i_-lRNkoqBYFGLf6go2G3aDNgpucMOjuzga9aTo20SQCfGV0Zy5aFWay7VtfvOwU2d-upSmFPgDytUMdcSajxJKM8Azz-91mD0njmWAbhP7ciIsW3znVWn0_nRMCNsG2xdjoyrdCzNoO_JtxmQ/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ugh! I didn't need this today! Abishai wanted managed to actually overflow the toilet, not just get it up close the rim. Thankfully the leak only went a little ways and didn't hit the toilet shelf. It only affect the edge of the rug. Abishai tried to clean it up with the hand towel, so i had to clean up the sink area because he hung that back up. He had a sheepish look on his face when he told me. I'm glad he tried to clean up. But it's never fun to have to deal with this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANtZi4YOVKGJWdwdj-uQ1KPEKTnvNosugwP6c2dcblzCM2tl4buBy35XLkC3WTv77l8HYtSgqym3pVngWZG3CB2aXz5xli_RMgNLTPGzrINqqSrl-fd4qdMk_QlB8KDrcDH8Y4q7QjaswyR3McAm3AAP6_mensOWRkbsNd7cNp1VrxVDvKbZ85A/s1440/IMG_2801.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiANtZi4YOVKGJWdwdj-uQ1KPEKTnvNosugwP6c2dcblzCM2tl4buBy35XLkC3WTv77l8HYtSgqym3pVngWZG3CB2aXz5xli_RMgNLTPGzrINqqSrl-fd4qdMk_QlB8KDrcDH8Y4q7QjaswyR3McAm3AAP6_mensOWRkbsNd7cNp1VrxVDvKbZ85A/s320/IMG_2801.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't wait to see this G-Daddy tonight!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumBYvtweAxhs1Zkk0er7PzAOL8bzHSN3BaBqxnz1x8d9GRSkdqGqBDaiYC_8EKGeTpzAm2quU9fTTRriAsCW4rrW3TacqiNRPAE8aktIqZjAUTAnkHTuztR9cWRFPnzt3qJ0F0PjebN56DZXMZOU3YceFb3PD45KP8gjAJqDftnpkMl6m2O3DUA/s1080/IMG_2802.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhumBYvtweAxhs1Zkk0er7PzAOL8bzHSN3BaBqxnz1x8d9GRSkdqGqBDaiYC_8EKGeTpzAm2quU9fTTRriAsCW4rrW3TacqiNRPAE8aktIqZjAUTAnkHTuztR9cWRFPnzt3qJ0F0PjebN56DZXMZOU3YceFb3PD45KP8gjAJqDftnpkMl6m2O3DUA/s320/IMG_2802.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sold out is good! It just happens that these are very small venues, but still, better to settle for a full house and maybe a smaller venue fee than to rent out a big arena and have it only be half full. I preferred the more intimate setting. And it was at a sister church to Indian Creek!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyjMR7iNb7jLJa4d1wwrPXM6VPslLdHokDAjlSURKLpL7j_O0GZC3-gE8qSjXcdsB928eYLDmBwJsO0oC8mIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5P7UOrgkPCc_0tMk3I0idRojZBUfcO2L_dIvv37_WD06K7TRcg1WNrOlMBPYY_cDJx4Muoh1ufuhjE4bpcB7VVvKsWZNX8hMOpiNLCv0ozGMiaKnQBSrd4AGxXiuNPso0XrQMMxn0dUty9O41dW2bP494HB1XJlzMgaLPZ21iDTx-UPcglir8A/s3520/IMG_2814.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5P7UOrgkPCc_0tMk3I0idRojZBUfcO2L_dIvv37_WD06K7TRcg1WNrOlMBPYY_cDJx4Muoh1ufuhjE4bpcB7VVvKsWZNX8hMOpiNLCv0ozGMiaKnQBSrd4AGxXiuNPso0XrQMMxn0dUty9O41dW2bP494HB1XJlzMgaLPZ21iDTx-UPcglir8A/s320/IMG_2814.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Typical weekday afternoon. Tablet time for one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1vUVNYGTj5-_s8bBEECwTWM0E7HTPKbqLTUjrz4BjUfD2lvEA0sf_M7kMlnlENl3vdyp7ZZi6p7bPxgBt6SdPBzXig71d1yL97I798Z-KQHfnsPqHY_MpQ4GJ8qpJNfe_mjjac6wK9FZqbc_QC84BGtToMpPd8Cz5YZiEC6NC6UOryHLC1PoTg/s3520/IMG_2815.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1vUVNYGTj5-_s8bBEECwTWM0E7HTPKbqLTUjrz4BjUfD2lvEA0sf_M7kMlnlENl3vdyp7ZZi6p7bPxgBt6SdPBzXig71d1yL97I798Z-KQHfnsPqHY_MpQ4GJ8qpJNfe_mjjac6wK9FZqbc_QC84BGtToMpPd8Cz5YZiEC6NC6UOryHLC1PoTg/s320/IMG_2815.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Screentime plus her new Lego set for another.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_qQd7WkXMTB1R7b4Etfp6eN3ef4lEWUDa2jz6aShagFAWLuGLpQjhgue33ez1eeFOFMkc__r6K-J9BdHFZXJZeR993ZKr-0hJFR9LpBsOrlELI33d-uInm26uuAX5yUatoq0_b1QboO5UqZ_Zf1hhrVt7BtG8MKwvyEE7kZEe5l-mD0dtDL3BA/s3520/IMG_2816.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_qQd7WkXMTB1R7b4Etfp6eN3ef4lEWUDa2jz6aShagFAWLuGLpQjhgue33ez1eeFOFMkc__r6K-J9BdHFZXJZeR993ZKr-0hJFR9LpBsOrlELI33d-uInm26uuAX5yUatoq0_b1QboO5UqZ_Zf1hhrVt7BtG8MKwvyEE7kZEe5l-mD0dtDL3BA/s320/IMG_2816.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Naptime on sister's bed for this spoiled puppy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_N16kPyU-tCvOjmad31I-6Ekbq4LUP0nroWFluFsmPMOxDeNzDoS_79VP2679AhKAKkbcS-CDYQeAsuSsP0MuMUwRmq1I9GtWqLqgsn8PcPSYetyFa8WQA7FsdDoCwJ0z72QW4QIKqIucJM44PMsGhYvYYTC1vpvIexuHBScOuVOJzosKCYBxw/s3520/IMG_2817.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih_N16kPyU-tCvOjmad31I-6Ekbq4LUP0nroWFluFsmPMOxDeNzDoS_79VP2679AhKAKkbcS-CDYQeAsuSsP0MuMUwRmq1I9GtWqLqgsn8PcPSYetyFa8WQA7FsdDoCwJ0z72QW4QIKqIucJM44PMsGhYvYYTC1vpvIexuHBScOuVOJzosKCYBxw/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And, Justin started on his Ultimate Collectors' Edition build. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3i_ZdzyxlmQc8Gr0_ZxtHGosV9O9WVmGz2U4hUZPfsWTn5ez_FsiyJE63W993CNe7_LnzCphZuQ-LJwLlynqcBWe0M6YpkVMYupGrqA4VFAg2hWe-cFPjhywexVhoPle-sCjOcpc3Wi0eTX5Eigk5pIQzBpstdoi7UbfoY-DAIRjiBtHBwKdx3g/s4032/67349013443__397D66A9-A4BE-4CA6-AB65-D6D81399574C(1).JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3i_ZdzyxlmQc8Gr0_ZxtHGosV9O9WVmGz2U4hUZPfsWTn5ez_FsiyJE63W993CNe7_LnzCphZuQ-LJwLlynqcBWe0M6YpkVMYupGrqA4VFAg2hWe-cFPjhywexVhoPle-sCjOcpc3Wi0eTX5Eigk5pIQzBpstdoi7UbfoY-DAIRjiBtHBwKdx3g/s320/67349013443__397D66A9-A4BE-4CA6-AB65-D6D81399574C(1).JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4 1/2 hrs of building time and it's finished! Fairly easy build. But oh so nice! It's not meant to fit mini figures so the scaling is a bit a different on the Ultimate Collectors sets.<br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cT5PQmt8ssw&list=PLpKT2kP0z_myzBLRq5iURxIa0_7Hd8eu9" target="_blank">A Night At the Piano Playlist</a></p><p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuJ9su8RkMa3imm1R33Y6WzMbkD9MEIPl5DZmuS3l3B1GwnMZArcXCX8vNbHFXlAv21ZFiB0KJWVYJw_XmEWHFnGeaQs0Clm1GyrVoCfA6FbCFma-joOIIx9PVqTxE0gGNGdksuhg0HT9SXqN0T-Yc6StWOqaS-cnUW2q4fFep6VCvdPE77ReNA/s1318/IMG_3256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1318" data-original-width="1272" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwuJ9su8RkMa3imm1R33Y6WzMbkD9MEIPl5DZmuS3l3B1GwnMZArcXCX8vNbHFXlAv21ZFiB0KJWVYJw_XmEWHFnGeaQs0Clm1GyrVoCfA6FbCFma-joOIIx9PVqTxE0gGNGdksuhg0HT9SXqN0T-Yc6StWOqaS-cnUW2q4fFep6VCvdPE77ReNA/w618-h640/IMG_3256.JPG" width="618" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A fellow Friend posted this on the FB fan page a couple of weeks later so this gives you a general idea of what songs he played. I think the person got it off the stage. The ones he didn't play were 6, 11, 12 (I think), 14, 15, 24, 25, and the rest of the songs. We might have had a few others that wasn't on this set list. All in all, it doesn't matter that much. And as we all know, Smitty changes the set list midstream almost every night. He even did it on the livestream the next week! So, we just all go with the flow and expect changes, including Jim Daneker, his right wing man. I think that's what keeps Michael W. Smith in the thick of the music industry, well, in my opinion, maybe he really isn't, I don't know. Michael reinvents himself all the time, flits from one thing to another, and keeps busy because he wants to, not because he has to. He takes LONG sabbaticals now and has always made time for his family. He's in high demand like Gary is. He puts new music out because it just comes to him. He has an incredible team that makes it all work. And it's ALL ministry. And NO ego. Not anymore. Maybe for a few years in the 90's. These songs span 4 decades and all kinds of topics and genres. Oh the genres. He's got worship music, pop music, instrumental, and the like. He appeals to everyone. As he now says, "If I haven't played your favorite song yet, just hold on a minute, I might get to it." Great stuff.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>Here is a highlight reel of the concert. I will post a second blog entry with more details that I can share publicly with my Michael W. Smith fans after this one. It will have more photos, too. We were in 2nd row, pretty close to the stage, so it felt very intimate, like you were in a family room together just hanging out. It was incredible! And far from the big arena pop/rock stage days. It was beautiful!<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmqshNPMlfiNLI_H8qfUQD7OTi-JHSxRlCrofjvBbw0Q0mDrjq2-UiDI_mFvx-nQBzWzcvFralxCYJ-fHuW2h9jQUxk7vLNK3Bm6TfPcnMheXx0VUsMyo23m0XdX5zOH5MPn2yS0fU7wB45huHrsfNuXUy4vPIsmXhjnKmyx-KzH-nNVE8fYz8w/s3520/IMG_2823.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAmqshNPMlfiNLI_H8qfUQD7OTi-JHSxRlCrofjvBbw0Q0mDrjq2-UiDI_mFvx-nQBzWzcvFralxCYJ-fHuW2h9jQUxk7vLNK3Bm6TfPcnMheXx0VUsMyo23m0XdX5zOH5MPn2yS0fU7wB45huHrsfNuXUy4vPIsmXhjnKmyx-KzH-nNVE8fYz8w/w225-h400/IMG_2823.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just casually walk on stage with no fanfare.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhThUh8cpYWoZw4efhsXx8X2CM0dDaqO9FaB3YeJgazPsPVeGc9WKZ_UAmoji3O8zJJYIRujkIn1Kesf8gF1IVkZyoJtxRiersSlH_J6GfhUX7rMCe-T1-bUSYcqHiUCFCVxUQIHYXbrkoK0DcqTBhIVGRC4Xmpf69D_hvFij5TIrKdW-Wz897Q/s3520/IMG_2833.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhThUh8cpYWoZw4efhsXx8X2CM0dDaqO9FaB3YeJgazPsPVeGc9WKZ_UAmoji3O8zJJYIRujkIn1Kesf8gF1IVkZyoJtxRiersSlH_J6GfhUX7rMCe-T1-bUSYcqHiUCFCVxUQIHYXbrkoK0DcqTBhIVGRC4Xmpf69D_hvFij5TIrKdW-Wz897Q/w225-h400/IMG_2833.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sit down and play inviting the audience to sing a praise song.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAC54H0YbdzGEPpwQDjFFRgXxFpd6nHDRWwY2z1ApFtHQXgKgJHRBIyGDPkSDmvBNek2p6JcLo-51X-RX8JdgA5W-U_wZEttgLjr1rHI9S069-sfUlbT5LWSjmpghVlEns-Yhhju8x6NBkwS1K28hR02x5nn3TI21HezKFPcdWF3NjzFHWbGvzw/s3520/IMG_2840.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAC54H0YbdzGEPpwQDjFFRgXxFpd6nHDRWwY2z1ApFtHQXgKgJHRBIyGDPkSDmvBNek2p6JcLo-51X-RX8JdgA5W-U_wZEttgLjr1rHI9S069-sfUlbT5LWSjmpghVlEns-Yhhju8x6NBkwS1K28hR02x5nn3TI21HezKFPcdWF3NjzFHWbGvzw/w225-h400/IMG_2840.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Have your best bud join you for 3/4 of the songs so he can add in 3/4 of the rest of the instruments.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MBmJh_QgLmrDflKWthwqXep9Hw1EXMlvvBV9IjTZB6cG14FEDsvFAd_sso2rV2eD_bCiGtWwh7RKfc1uxnlzMkoUX5eFuoRPcmIFtHVVxHplMziVJyy3YVJpQvyNNfb6fGuYacuVR97NNBXpncPuKI8tNJ2B5ASBJXuEdNDYhplcYl60OK_AjA/s3520/IMG_2845.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8MBmJh_QgLmrDflKWthwqXep9Hw1EXMlvvBV9IjTZB6cG14FEDsvFAd_sso2rV2eD_bCiGtWwh7RKfc1uxnlzMkoUX5eFuoRPcmIFtHVVxHplMziVJyy3YVJpQvyNNfb6fGuYacuVR97NNBXpncPuKI8tNJ2B5ASBJXuEdNDYhplcYl60OK_AjA/w225-h400/IMG_2845.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sing that one song that your best bud requested that you wrote with the highest tenor note you could reach....20 years ago!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3-gIUvtCBsV6mXWlU2y7L37iZvtbdfRAhSo0Cx_wfBYGTEQi0G2dItp1bu721B9ERTPxLxpX30F6emjqd2NlfFL1zQ_KsVAgtEtTOoWpkijrZykRpSEnsVGu1p9gDBuXUU9ra5UpeZ_sLaCrEdERw17wHsmhNeGp6NbFdtOSctvFUTPKUy_OjQ/s4032/IMG_2851.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3-gIUvtCBsV6mXWlU2y7L37iZvtbdfRAhSo0Cx_wfBYGTEQi0G2dItp1bu721B9ERTPxLxpX30F6emjqd2NlfFL1zQ_KsVAgtEtTOoWpkijrZykRpSEnsVGu1p9gDBuXUU9ra5UpeZ_sLaCrEdERw17wHsmhNeGp6NbFdtOSctvFUTPKUy_OjQ/w300-h400/IMG_2851.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo of best bud, Jim Daneker, aka The Silver Fox (he's gone all gray over the winter).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrQOP1LCfsUiZcUpc5s29UDuybsTHlgGgkEViHUKfVBX9NkpNZI2tuEkCwPaCxhwgWAbUDhI5CjkUdzRp62w0KlpnwLynRCfEgXEo4Tn2p1LfMAppMaYXt2cB_7uYFdjytjp22QNZMHH8os8MxJa45AiBAcxihDQN5RByQqF5Brqbl3xO8OYRzg/s4032/IMG_2854.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsrQOP1LCfsUiZcUpc5s29UDuybsTHlgGgkEViHUKfVBX9NkpNZI2tuEkCwPaCxhwgWAbUDhI5CjkUdzRp62w0KlpnwLynRCfEgXEo4Tn2p1LfMAppMaYXt2cB_7uYFdjytjp22QNZMHH8os8MxJa45AiBAcxihDQN5RByQqF5Brqbl3xO8OYRzg/w300-h400/IMG_2854.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Cry for Hope" aka song for Ukraine. I wanted a photo without the devastation or a video of him playing the song, but then they started to play this video behind him, so I didn't continue. I just listened instead.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho--3sgLcX5hrBO68kkC1KrsKqfst2KNX8HTvdbmNkya91aenn1haqxnKYz3_JOeJh5olBRNlCC8PWGIgGiy0IpkIuCRDSZTj6taFrmLIULIIQWnLH2TctM-db6KhtcR9OQ9ru2MIoiq4zLu5gFIbXH5zj8ba9zkTd_psKkfrhzzSL5-Mgn6VMaA/s4032/IMG_2855.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho--3sgLcX5hrBO68kkC1KrsKqfst2KNX8HTvdbmNkya91aenn1haqxnKYz3_JOeJh5olBRNlCC8PWGIgGiy0IpkIuCRDSZTj6taFrmLIULIIQWnLH2TctM-db6KhtcR9OQ9ru2MIoiq4zLu5gFIbXH5zj8ba9zkTd_psKkfrhzzSL5-Mgn6VMaA/w300-h400/IMG_2855.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A nice photo of the restored electrified piano used in the A New Hallelujah live cd and DVD.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0hoMX7q_NiRr_L6V7Ci-Z6lM5hfWs0Jo-cmmC_Upf8Diz47QMYQuSszjdAmuQ8u3UHPe9JV9Be_GabFnudfKRb5eojgPVubTMZXb83TFfGbAVIMUit20vt6hjWi2S3XG7Z_KjuIcS3HUN2UZX90Ac8_qc_cTFct3Vc8odi4eTQVNn7Hhf9JsyQ/s4032/IMG_2862.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0hoMX7q_NiRr_L6V7Ci-Z6lM5hfWs0Jo-cmmC_Upf8Diz47QMYQuSszjdAmuQ8u3UHPe9JV9Be_GabFnudfKRb5eojgPVubTMZXb83TFfGbAVIMUit20vt6hjWi2S3XG7Z_KjuIcS3HUN2UZX90Ac8_qc_cTFct3Vc8odi4eTQVNn7Hhf9JsyQ/w300-h400/IMG_2862.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The most perfect photo you can get from the 2nd row with an iPhone 11.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJtK1OFyDb44auuuqdMiMmcqCdkch4lYNYBUn1MohQC0dk-XTXTGoy1O0vEklt6AGByxPrFQFE-jzGRgH4M1wiiJCAEsp-OgbGevK5Tzr3WSLkCFoYq7gfArOirvs7L9fuPAkKz_wYnkTVN5CHd2ohGZBJmfcFV7fmkmUhzbzkFVILdaKP0wxSw/s3520/IMG_2879.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaJtK1OFyDb44auuuqdMiMmcqCdkch4lYNYBUn1MohQC0dk-XTXTGoy1O0vEklt6AGByxPrFQFE-jzGRgH4M1wiiJCAEsp-OgbGevK5Tzr3WSLkCFoYq7gfArOirvs7L9fuPAkKz_wYnkTVN5CHd2ohGZBJmfcFV7fmkmUhzbzkFVILdaKP0wxSw/w225-h400/IMG_2879.JPG" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing "Awesome God"<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvLuLdWH5JVQPSz9HfeQKYtJWepOiuzUTLdl64Cn8EskmLBIBt3uR1YAqeF_Bgc4fOX38WapdsNlcywFVnZyhPcOi1n5Qt_NK1UNIG4ZIE4Otz6rHW8_9bg0JcUTwLMdhu8-Vro_P74Wl6ZNVoMvnyYpAd11dBg5E8vIraRDBfLKODLfAF8lESw/s3520/IMG_2880.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFvLuLdWH5JVQPSz9HfeQKYtJWepOiuzUTLdl64Cn8EskmLBIBt3uR1YAqeF_Bgc4fOX38WapdsNlcywFVnZyhPcOi1n5Qt_NK1UNIG4ZIE4Otz6rHW8_9bg0JcUTwLMdhu8-Vro_P74Wl6ZNVoMvnyYpAd11dBg5E8vIraRDBfLKODLfAF8lESw/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clenching that last note and drum beat of "Awesome God."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbS-2aO2HvNRBBI6SZLpimQrXMCEmKMv1SzgIfsbAVvjYWYH3mQx3zIJdZK7-Tq3wylpLz3AG3CUZEu_Nwsj6Fdfm4lRcarpA5_RepH52Vs8-d8MFAkoC3Ez8aRlkj9e6yam1iPfszEj_c5dGPG0_GRc6EzK3YiIeAMmm_O54KAlU3Z8AwEgWzw/s4032/IMG_2896.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbS-2aO2HvNRBBI6SZLpimQrXMCEmKMv1SzgIfsbAVvjYWYH3mQx3zIJdZK7-Tq3wylpLz3AG3CUZEu_Nwsj6Fdfm4lRcarpA5_RepH52Vs8-d8MFAkoC3Ez8aRlkj9e6yam1iPfszEj_c5dGPG0_GRc6EzK3YiIeAMmm_O54KAlU3Z8AwEgWzw/w300-h400/IMG_2896.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanking everyone and waving good bye. "I know you, and you, and you."<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oCPLv3HaRu0-ZD_lLADE0lUuL3ZBmgap-grSGH9SGbies8V-RKVGILHcddBg_2z21SJWffb-Gtxfweumh83X1elOrA-PCXvGGN0rvLDoV0bdu0f2qRPQ4TC5mO3Z3Deq3GQVTJpHra-kPGiKp6QYyhVL2v1cio2RhdMfVsMePz5ZqGU_l2MtFg/s3088/IMG_2899.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0oCPLv3HaRu0-ZD_lLADE0lUuL3ZBmgap-grSGH9SGbies8V-RKVGILHcddBg_2z21SJWffb-Gtxfweumh83X1elOrA-PCXvGGN0rvLDoV0bdu0f2qRPQ4TC5mO3Z3Deq3GQVTJpHra-kPGiKp6QYyhVL2v1cio2RhdMfVsMePz5ZqGU_l2MtFg/w300-h400/IMG_2899.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While Kellie (who I went with) got sidetracked (as normal), I saw something very familiar! The outline of New England! Restoration House Ministries to be exact! Wahoo! Yeah for being at a church within our independent church network and knowing that people still care about the northeast! Plus I was wearing my New Hampshire necklace, too! I usually wear something symbolic of my mom to Michael W. Smith concerts she was the one who took me to my first one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5vFbCxfMt_biEROXykPFasJNspJCD9KQdDu2jn3dPb9NgbrlJ6li7vG6K8cGbfaSemXznhR4DugCJeFRARq5aRjMbt1v6mDE8pKokvbgtU3N7ioB1vdUtLnoL7COqNpH5Si6hcSpsXv6YHpNElCy1tL1JLhAXRiR3lO3ZAfJ-vxmsSxrrkLMug/s4032/IMG_2900.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS5vFbCxfMt_biEROXykPFasJNspJCD9KQdDu2jn3dPb9NgbrlJ6li7vG6K8cGbfaSemXznhR4DugCJeFRARq5aRjMbt1v6mDE8pKokvbgtU3N7ioB1vdUtLnoL7COqNpH5Si6hcSpsXv6YHpNElCy1tL1JLhAXRiR3lO3ZAfJ-vxmsSxrrkLMug/w300-h400/IMG_2900.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And look-e-here. The baby bottle campaign! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes! I haven't seen these in about 12 years! It's where you hand them out on Mother's Day and collect them on Father's Day and in between you fill them with your loose change for your local crisis pregnancy centers. Don't have loose change? Write a check! The Creek stopped doing them long ago. And it's always bothered me that they stopped doing that and the Baby Shower for Jesus. They barely advertise for MOPS anymore, which also went hand in hand with stuff like this because it was about Mothers of Preschoolers. I guess abortion became too politicized for Indian Creek or whoever was doing it left the Creek or something. But it should be one of those things we should never stop doing. It should always be one of the top things we talk about. Pro-family includes pro-heterosexual marriage and pro-life. There should never be a question as to where a church stands on the issue because these days, some churches actually don't aren't pro-life or pro-heterosexual marriage. The church should be black and white on the issues, not just love everybody. There should be a balance between love and morals.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnun8jMt90Nk62v5N-XuTCXGVEjhb69kpyYBVj8D02wH9YCDabe0w5KYsW6LOJlP-zfOoZY-bjcWFS1PrY5_2L2sdBFDu5z_DFHSzbTynHwuSl4jPVtcrRx76HCAXq2QrpuoQcLFAwj_T7F-xOP7QnAmdIdUQukJ-bzOPI3qVbWh7SMCgrNWE1Sg/s604/IMG_2901.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="604" height="514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnun8jMt90Nk62v5N-XuTCXGVEjhb69kpyYBVj8D02wH9YCDabe0w5KYsW6LOJlP-zfOoZY-bjcWFS1PrY5_2L2sdBFDu5z_DFHSzbTynHwuSl4jPVtcrRx76HCAXq2QrpuoQcLFAwj_T7F-xOP7QnAmdIdUQukJ-bzOPI3qVbWh7SMCgrNWE1Sg/w640-h514/IMG_2901.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throwing these in again because there were several times during the concert I just wanted to walk up there and hug him. I really want one more photo like this before it's his time to enter Glory. From 1998. (I was 17, he had just turned 41, the age I'm turning THIS year! He turned 64 last October.)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRRNTbUXxVvYZJKzUmODXeGM6jTsvnooAIbVjaV1GWEXocaF-OIt52byfWO6tFQ40QCSAavCI0OHNeMPQB57AMQa1Kbdzzg4SPtS9F7XP_uai-KDJ99ZsuPHYnnW6SQAPzBtzgpJZEaL8CssGtaa05z5KRBUN5DMagGjoqxW4Emqi0c02j70Vuw/s427/IMG_2902.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="427" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRRNTbUXxVvYZJKzUmODXeGM6jTsvnooAIbVjaV1GWEXocaF-OIt52byfWO6tFQ40QCSAavCI0OHNeMPQB57AMQa1Kbdzzg4SPtS9F7XP_uai-KDJ99ZsuPHYnnW6SQAPzBtzgpJZEaL8CssGtaa05z5KRBUN5DMagGjoqxW4Emqi0c02j70Vuw/s320/IMG_2902.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From 2010 or 2011 I think. (I was 30ish and he was 54ish.)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Friday - A Bit of Chaos</p><p>- I first had to get the teens up for Bible class. Those started at 10 with Keturah up first, then Justin at 10:30 and Abishai at 11. The children were very grumpy and snappy. Whatever. If you were in college and your class starts at 8, you'd never make it. I still had bits and pieces to put together for this evening's event and I just didn't want to engage with the nasty attitude after a wonderful evening. Sigh, but yes, I needed it.</p><p>- I also had to go to Jared's doctor appointment with his spine surgeon. He didn't think I would want to go but he thanked me for caring enough to want to go. Well, I had my own motives and questions to ask, but yes, it's because I care. I never expect him to go to mine because he needs to work. And I don't always go to his. But I wanted to ask this spine surgeon to be clear on what Jared can and cannot and I needed to hear it for myself. And what we found out is that yes, Jared can stretch, but he cannot do any exercises requiring him to twist his torso and no high impact cardio. He can bend carefully in a stretch and he needs to. And he can do core strengthening moves like planks which the doctor did say he should be doing. When I heard Jared explain his symptoms and then rate his pain at a 2, again, I just shook my head. Oh so much milder than mine. He is afraid of collapsing again, I get it. It is scary. But not every shooting nerve pain means it's going to happen. I get them all the time. I have lots of muscle knots that cause them. I can never be free of them and I always have pain. But anyway, on Jared's request, the doctor ordered an MRI. Then we can conform or deny Jared's theory that it's the left nerve that is bothering him. He just needs to experiment more at home and rely less on doctor's orders and more on common sense. That's my opinion after dealing with doctors all my life. But for now, I'll just keep my eyes and ears out for exercise routines for spinal surgery patients. We'll see.</p><p>- And then it was a mad dash home to grab a bite to eat before grabbing Kya, who arrived just as we did, and Justin and grab my stuff to go to the homeschooling high school event I was representing IAHE at way out in Crawsfordsville. That left Keturah and Abishai home alone but I got Grandma to come over after she came home from her dinner out with a friend. I feel bad that I've been gone so much, but it does happen sometimes. I'll make it up to them. And we will need to tie up loose strings with school next week. It wasn't exactly the happy ending of school that I wanted. But that's ok. We can have a do over.</p><p>- The homeschooling high schooling event was interesting. Well, first of all, driving was fine. The traffic was a bit slow in places, but Jared didn't comment too much on bad drivers so we managed. We did have to stop for gas and Justin got some subway. We brought Kya along as a companion for Justin and because I was hoping that Justin and Kya would both listen to the material presented and the three major opportunities offered there, Apprentice University, ABC Prep Academy, and Ivy Tech. I don't think I accomplished that goal, but, at least they got to have their normal Friday hang out time. We got home really late, I think close to 11, after we dropped off Kya, and both Justin and Kya fell asleep in the car, lol. And of course Keturah and Abishai were also asleep when we were got home. Aww.</p><p>- The event was basically a panel of 6 veteran homeschool moms and two recent homeschool grads. I thought I was going to be included in that panel, but I was just a "rep." So I was disappointed at first, but then was relieved because I was tired. I listened to the whole thing which was basically the host reading some questions that the group had already sent to her and the panel answering them. The questions were pretty basic about transcripts, extracurriculars, graduation requirements, college, etc. The moms handled the questions well and correctly. Some emphasized making sure you send your kids off into the world with what you really want them to have, like a desire to serve God. Some sounded like they emphasized academics first and foremost and paid for high end online or in person classes. Some must have driven their kids all around town to do volunteer work. Those that had adult kids that had graduated from college already had kids with degrees in high level work. And I was all fine with it, until I was not.</p><p>- It had been almost 2 hrs. And, they didn't leave much time for answers from the audience. Or for mingling afterwards. They had stuck all 4 of us into a hallway which wasn't great either. And everybody just wanted to go home after a long day at work/play/school and then sitting for 2 hrs. So, we only had half a dozen families briefly come up to the table. It was sad, really. We had come out all that way, didn't get much of a time to speak (we got to talk for 2 minutes to introduce ourselves personally and as repping our organizations). Jared and I had driven out to Shelbyville for that appointment this morning, after he had gotten up at 5:30am for his usual Friday morning coffee with the guys. And here it was 9pm and we still had to get Kya home. It kind of sucked. And then I was starting to feel the mom guilt.</p><p>- Well, the jealousy of why my kids' transcripts won't have that many volunteer hours on it or tons of college credit while they are high schoolers. And that they aren't choosing to go to college at all. It feels very unfair that I have academically bright children and they are just wasting it on video games and lazing around. And I started to blame myself for not putting it together for them, signing them for classes, taking them everywhere to volunteer, for being tired, lazy, and sick. Why don't I have what I dreamed of? Where did I go wrong? I told Jared this on the way home because hopefully now he heard for himself what I hear all the time about what other homeschool grads have done, which is similar to what I've done. The academic and social prowess, a head above the rest, and how seeing our children be average joes, lazier than ever, has an impact on my mental health. I pour into our kids, and I know that homeschooling works because look at everyone else's results. So why is it that my kids look like public school kids, bratty privileged white suburbia kids who are selfish and mean? I was pretty upset by the time I got home. I felt like I didn't need to be there at the event because I didn't answer any questions and I felt inferior to these veteran moms because they actually succeeded at doing something I haven't succeeded at yet, in my own mind. I succeeded somewhat in my overall goals, but not in my higher expectations I really longed for, the personal goals that I had set for myself back in the day. The goals I know my kids could achieve, too, if they wanted to. Benaiah might, I hope, if he sticks with it now. I don't know. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzaJlegyNkKq3DIltKD24zL_uSlEWZTcFaCnEfjxRLfSmGNLhsIpGhv4YHY3zk2gBdAT-Ssv7QwXuXkLMjJL40O_xjw5qq0T1n6LXJuuucr-HwfMwUaPPGoXmAqAsKUdFzuHxtDu_UAWTclm88jN85qFEJaYGo8_qnQehG-RIKuuxrQ5eJfPEAg/s700/IMG_2913.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="700" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzaJlegyNkKq3DIltKD24zL_uSlEWZTcFaCnEfjxRLfSmGNLhsIpGhv4YHY3zk2gBdAT-Ssv7QwXuXkLMjJL40O_xjw5qq0T1n6LXJuuucr-HwfMwUaPPGoXmAqAsKUdFzuHxtDu_UAWTclm88jN85qFEJaYGo8_qnQehG-RIKuuxrQ5eJfPEAg/w400-h400/IMG_2913.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#truth Ask my kids!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZryhxG-wUJ7mIYhiegBisdAadHe9eCTSxKf-ZhdbnZPexIr0KYptotGVnGeY8IkC85Tk-sBRdUvpRrWZ4ONXeH1_gP9FRakPhBw-Wy8lQfnupLJtttISxVZwHoOfgc6MmMXAclfXbXYsxnOG51zkb9JsxM9XHPWkHiCPkyvovXpKKxiEQDhbKYQ/s4032/IMG_2914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZryhxG-wUJ7mIYhiegBisdAadHe9eCTSxKf-ZhdbnZPexIr0KYptotGVnGeY8IkC85Tk-sBRdUvpRrWZ4ONXeH1_gP9FRakPhBw-Wy8lQfnupLJtttISxVZwHoOfgc6MmMXAclfXbXYsxnOG51zkb9JsxM9XHPWkHiCPkyvovXpKKxiEQDhbKYQ/s320/IMG_2914.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our attendance logs are done! But we have bits and pieces to finish up next week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mA2rR8xeMoq589zzgcpqfMxOPaecavpujY2k65xu72uGCqCPCXHmc9MnV0XuId0AFRlZVNXdGN0_yprSzmqdZ7HZHE4F07XmaFFhL1odSuoF2DJSxB0AxBO7VXkws5jFA0OvOj_WWiraG5ZDheH3F0Dg5BWd7yZVKPNtkepfQdWJIXJmNcrdQg/s4032/IMG_2915.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7mA2rR8xeMoq589zzgcpqfMxOPaecavpujY2k65xu72uGCqCPCXHmc9MnV0XuId0AFRlZVNXdGN0_yprSzmqdZ7HZHE4F07XmaFFhL1odSuoF2DJSxB0AxBO7VXkws5jFA0OvOj_WWiraG5ZDheH3F0Dg5BWd7yZVKPNtkepfQdWJIXJmNcrdQg/w640-h480/IMG_2915.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This event's setup was quite different because I was focusing just on homeschooling high school.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvjLtZxSzPmgZimOQz5qqtzn6HDuMG2YQn7keZYuXnTKq89fDEl7kL6TQM_LCz4d3lZbFAcZuJ8if9I-zjV-PrPiRASAedJFkf1s72RaDJ4PKbW_iZ7GLgdo_O6EORMjf9QEE9bw5IYBa6Eg9oiyKCvi3Qf3VJBYCPzuyt7YiInENYBlt_LOyNA/s4032/IMG_2916.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZvjLtZxSzPmgZimOQz5qqtzn6HDuMG2YQn7keZYuXnTKq89fDEl7kL6TQM_LCz4d3lZbFAcZuJ8if9I-zjV-PrPiRASAedJFkf1s72RaDJ4PKbW_iZ7GLgdo_O6EORMjf9QEE9bw5IYBa6Eg9oiyKCvi3Qf3VJBYCPzuyt7YiInENYBlt_LOyNA/w640-h480/IMG_2916.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had less magazines to give out because lots of people took them last time, but still had plenty of everything else.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-BvHgqIxqlMmdv-oNu3PvnffX6qFhVK-ldWGmeETEX1LpkV-N1PDxppjp8frquKF_Da4FnFNDbDgJaSte8LRq09i6Txq5b7QM1qUrvGt9M26sbIYR27sAVmrA5iy00zUq_J22czotAGtYDofeB-PklHwu9e3WrcRuEUKV7EMf-Pr_ih03MOXdw/s4032/IMG_2917.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-BvHgqIxqlMmdv-oNu3PvnffX6qFhVK-ldWGmeETEX1LpkV-N1PDxppjp8frquKF_Da4FnFNDbDgJaSte8LRq09i6Txq5b7QM1qUrvGt9M26sbIYR27sAVmrA5iy00zUq_J22czotAGtYDofeB-PklHwu9e3WrcRuEUKV7EMf-Pr_ih03MOXdw/w480-h640/IMG_2917.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New to the display was the transcript service sample and information about IAHE internships.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZy6WOM-Rxv-wgY7Kho7hRXC_B6RcdpyeRkpWPf0k3WLW8INEmG5U-HBQzYHFkSC1fKp0TWMttBHIP2HPIY5qIgqx9eZxW0uSfAUFlNy1KaZs6nf9kd7N3TEm8FWTop-g25MHhgVpaVlgf80dBz3B5kDMfM1pwdHoAJLqKnSPztIdE4fFwYrCfVg/s4032/IMG_2918.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZy6WOM-Rxv-wgY7Kho7hRXC_B6RcdpyeRkpWPf0k3WLW8INEmG5U-HBQzYHFkSC1fKp0TWMttBHIP2HPIY5qIgqx9eZxW0uSfAUFlNy1KaZs6nf9kd7N3TEm8FWTop-g25MHhgVpaVlgf80dBz3B5kDMfM1pwdHoAJLqKnSPztIdE4fFwYrCfVg/w300-h400/IMG_2918.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also had some samples of homeschooled high schoolers (or almost high schoolers) with me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEPQ9Nnde28klBrFGqiIHucQLMU8Sdz8u9uscgpoL0Pu7nqKn4yYG-rgAShOsLHh4Nwx05-9lp86pSCIfTo6AQH8jvvkhG1eKIh5qnJ-jmXwiaTniy4eLnR6avMvUnzJxvOtSPbLvMdYMguGLZyirZ0mYT9qHB1ENGkQNOQ6p-1iNHqziw491WQ/s4032/IMG_2919.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQEPQ9Nnde28klBrFGqiIHucQLMU8Sdz8u9uscgpoL0Pu7nqKn4yYG-rgAShOsLHh4Nwx05-9lp86pSCIfTo6AQH8jvvkhG1eKIh5qnJ-jmXwiaTniy4eLnR6avMvUnzJxvOtSPbLvMdYMguGLZyirZ0mYT9qHB1ENGkQNOQ6p-1iNHqziw491WQ/w400-h300/IMG_2919.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure how helpful they were but they made a nice prop, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiM9EM25fn0AC-xl2Tv0fBwchlqcU2x8uxKgiiB8akLKy2aaxQM4yMliFJ49ygOS6I211h7leKYa3v9ecU1Re3C-w834lDuK0a2Fx9n-YBWp8arA8X1tEHVOoYsyysGfnRG1qaCYKgmH8qigE3GJBXre0TEJ5_LjC7KusEtvaRlruLoz4O048CA/s960/IMG_2920.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="949" data-original-width="960" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsiM9EM25fn0AC-xl2Tv0fBwchlqcU2x8uxKgiiB8akLKy2aaxQM4yMliFJ49ygOS6I211h7leKYa3v9ecU1Re3C-w834lDuK0a2Fx9n-YBWp8arA8X1tEHVOoYsyysGfnRG1qaCYKgmH8qigE3GJBXre0TEJ5_LjC7KusEtvaRlruLoz4O048CA/w640-h632/IMG_2920.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup</td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - Graduation </p><p>- How do I feel about seeing other parent's kid's graduation pictures? Same thing as Friday. Jealous. Jealous that I've created non traditional kids. I mean, I wanted them to be different I guess, maybe. I wanted them to be really smart, but not so different that they didn't want to go to college. I wanted them to follow in my footsteps. And they won't. And it makes me sad. And now these other kids are done and graduating. Benaiah should be halfway through college now. He's only got one semester in. Will I ever get to be that parent? Will Keturah let me stand by her and her shiny truck when she gets her CDL license? What about Justin? Would a certification of some kind be just as important as a college degree with cap and gown? Or will it be forgotten because farmers and construction workers are known to be not as smart as white collared people. Except they make way more money than you're newly graduated business people. So, in the long run, I guess it's just one day you have to deal with those photos and down the road, who is going to be able to give away more money to charity? The construction manager. It just makes me sad for a bit today.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I've just been pretty melancholy since Thursday. I don't want to reengage with the world. I keep singing the songs Michael sang because a lot of them were my favorites. And then I fell into a trance watching his gorgeous hands play. I get so jealous of his talent. His gift is so awesome! And I can't stop thinking about it. Nothing else seems to matter. I don't want to watch any other videos on any other topic. I don't want to write this blog about any other topic. I don't want to go do any house projects. I just want to listen to music and lay down and be 16 and be lazy like my children. Let them e the adults.</p><p>- And they had to be adults today because Jared made them cut the grass and work on getting the stump in the corner out of the ground. They complained some, yes, and our trimmer broke again. But Keturah was able to finish mowing because Jared had gotten the blades sharpened. Timing was running out so Justin used the ride on mower at Grandpa's house and left he other parts for Keturah so she could earn money, too, which was kind of him to do. Well, she yelled at him about it and said she wasn't going to do it. We made her do it after dinner time. I spent time outside by thoroughly brushing the dog. At one point, Socks was so relaxed that he nearly fell asleep!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQIs5uRga9_yZfrkD2oBeygjwG1ZD7eedwkhDKFtyLFVEL57HykGzk9c5SqssCRsiyGfwTNNrcadWpLZlxAbnFg2jP2m4EVr5w8Ztlar6fDLzz9Z36E9u5lFcSYsaVisvmCTGD01SKZAwP4Y3CIU48zeJ_Ps50maVoMw4KcvrC3X0L-Pyrjwh4w/s960/IMG_2921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="954" data-original-width="960" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnQIs5uRga9_yZfrkD2oBeygjwG1ZD7eedwkhDKFtyLFVEL57HykGzk9c5SqssCRsiyGfwTNNrcadWpLZlxAbnFg2jP2m4EVr5w8Ztlar6fDLzz9Z36E9u5lFcSYsaVisvmCTGD01SKZAwP4Y3CIU48zeJ_Ps50maVoMw4KcvrC3X0L-Pyrjwh4w/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the life of someone living with ADHD. It's a constant mess in there, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gPzQFgmrB8xFgSHBaZHmGT7gJKzLMcnGfhiFNE4nc0fmjAViy5tMQn1Unba9FTRNPxyu3D6sNtYazUy9M3c1inJWhDj2GcgVhLy0dT7fGRTaQhQABQvL_v1D-ZGZ48qE7R6bilRu8pZ-zYxkHXhDAr1v-C_UxC5dlUX6BliH8QjXbxb86Yf9fQ/s720/IMG_2922.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gPzQFgmrB8xFgSHBaZHmGT7gJKzLMcnGfhiFNE4nc0fmjAViy5tMQn1Unba9FTRNPxyu3D6sNtYazUy9M3c1inJWhDj2GcgVhLy0dT7fGRTaQhQABQvL_v1D-ZGZ48qE7R6bilRu8pZ-zYxkHXhDAr1v-C_UxC5dlUX6BliH8QjXbxb86Yf9fQ/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I reposted this on Facebook and got a little conversation going about how the medical field defines certain procedures. They basically label everything as abortion, including miscarriage (even if it's natural), d&c (even if the baby has already passed away of natural causes, because actual removal process is technically the same), and there were others. It was interesting because there does need to be better definitions between the laws outside of the medical field and then within the medical community on the patients' charts so that nothing illegal happens. But I think that the medical field has purposefully put all these different procedures and scenarios down as abortions in order to convince lawmakers that abortion (for convenience) can also be still allowed. It's a bait and switch. But I still hold true to this statement. Because we would really reduce the need for abortion services in general if we weren't an hyper sexualized culture (unique to 1st world countries), and when it does happen, that we would follow through with the consequences and choose adoption or parenthood and not be so selfish.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAivwcofwPnEsmk5W1hbd_igCEIKApfw9rYR1JHusKU5Y5PMewSpP2aDO7SZscrPqcemX-8A3C8j49u9VqR-UU9EPf6TLXmTOSMrUIzyay3APaefJI9btHjdOTwxExwXv58xv1fXzXF3HLS6hJVU0mmthwZ6QxeQnaYvDC1vmaaA4EyI4v4ipCQ/s828/IMG_2923.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="655" data-original-width="828" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAivwcofwPnEsmk5W1hbd_igCEIKApfw9rYR1JHusKU5Y5PMewSpP2aDO7SZscrPqcemX-8A3C8j49u9VqR-UU9EPf6TLXmTOSMrUIzyay3APaefJI9btHjdOTwxExwXv58xv1fXzXF3HLS6hJVU0mmthwZ6QxeQnaYvDC1vmaaA4EyI4v4ipCQ/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Absolutely, although, these 3D scans are only good for arguing against late term abortions, which are illegal in most states.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7JtXEK2IKSTcHbnJUngGt1ix-YYQba7U6PniO39cD4ePAf6vW8OG3WOK3FlT8gocywo_YCYlxTKZspFiuURoL2dVO3yQTqUFO8Ip4dPSqVyC07Ne3LZbH_GEpOBFcmaJRog7ZmkDFHlpPQC6dtvmyPUH-MPPMgv04SIQBFc2S3GBe60YtzUwZg/s4032/IMG_2924.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7JtXEK2IKSTcHbnJUngGt1ix-YYQba7U6PniO39cD4ePAf6vW8OG3WOK3FlT8gocywo_YCYlxTKZspFiuURoL2dVO3yQTqUFO8Ip4dPSqVyC07Ne3LZbH_GEpOBFcmaJRog7ZmkDFHlpPQC6dtvmyPUH-MPPMgv04SIQBFc2S3GBe60YtzUwZg/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Saturday, another Lego set.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEUx_X5pfrMNwHp8trQwvhFcPqdFqzm-49CH9r9zhV_cnSSkndyY5_Pf5z_icg5Yne4AxuKsebgdouzBleE9OxFcpmcpsclw7dmBdLuqnMKYAgJwbhEdT7unH17NsHTR4XrqLupUmKMCszq0UC4jkcXq_18cmTT_xo8W1I_C2PUxj3gmfz8CqQw/s4032/IMG_2925.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEUx_X5pfrMNwHp8trQwvhFcPqdFqzm-49CH9r9zhV_cnSSkndyY5_Pf5z_icg5Yne4AxuKsebgdouzBleE9OxFcpmcpsclw7dmBdLuqnMKYAgJwbhEdT7unH17NsHTR4XrqLupUmKMCszq0UC4jkcXq_18cmTT_xo8W1I_C2PUxj3gmfz8CqQw/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bazillion more bamboo shoots! I knew there were a ton of buds on the runners when I was cleaning out the weeds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRpH-smDknQFlw1TOrcD6NZb6PtMk-sgeLVjXQRvXlcAnfG1C4tVSiwRL1b-P076nSG3lG00kORta9dLzsXg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyjN0CZPA3Q6bj4BvUQmPXaMRkcXjrNotgLYzEFvK9cA3btne8giXdatFn_QgILvHypUCU-HOLBx3ifZsr8eA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzwUPgCcEdQ7E8pV9qmh5tm4y7rYkUqd_KwD-K2Pb2bxU8WI88yRXxZYAqfohyW9_AqkmKecq3AVhb72tG9Cw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZHSzi1duIBGP4783FE6f-5LFIu13Edd0MEJjhOFUnUfeq9d6si4hQJmSIRvNmQErw0vcf1QmjdeF927SepqYj4xvoSHS47p99mLxWOrqGcHwRcdNabSjrm52T8CSqa7-qA7GiGsbOZRJdmnpLcApyTa1wmQz3u02ogPEsMb1UAO7aqXXvuY7WQ/s4032/IMG_2926.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZHSzi1duIBGP4783FE6f-5LFIu13Edd0MEJjhOFUnUfeq9d6si4hQJmSIRvNmQErw0vcf1QmjdeF927SepqYj4xvoSHS47p99mLxWOrqGcHwRcdNabSjrm52T8CSqa7-qA7GiGsbOZRJdmnpLcApyTa1wmQz3u02ogPEsMb1UAO7aqXXvuY7WQ/s320/IMG_2926.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared had the kids chop up the leftover stump after he burned it down last weekend. It was hard work, and mostly Justin and Jared worked on it while Keturah went off to mow. They put it in the trash can because it had been full of termites and the plant that was taking over other parts of the yard that we didn't want to keep growing. I don't think we are supposed to do that, but whatever. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RNqnq4zMi0nlpVZ34XsB-Mm_lnm2a5w59HvZ_D75oguzZre7HfikAJ5xyok0Z2YjghMQCAiSDA9Lz3-dfxHDo4QU0kEkamMSG-ICP88AbAZZGbhgQf4SaHfQCpz3CpXSVfIBGYnquAxOeDZeBKKVWUufcynQd6HMBgY9rUV9PlZKUpN4F_QZSQ/s4032/IMG_2927.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RNqnq4zMi0nlpVZ34XsB-Mm_lnm2a5w59HvZ_D75oguzZre7HfikAJ5xyok0Z2YjghMQCAiSDA9Lz3-dfxHDo4QU0kEkamMSG-ICP88AbAZZGbhgQf4SaHfQCpz3CpXSVfIBGYnquAxOeDZeBKKVWUufcynQd6HMBgY9rUV9PlZKUpN4F_QZSQ/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1z04Ni22g8k6b7PJpnF2deoE86u0YJ5hEKWVtJEd53j0K7lXrhr2uUhnbL4hLSDIPeMJNy_CmusChk5GCX4D6baN5tJBzkAqeaJ0s0z26-2JV3RCmX-ZQDIw3q7TP8zQeaud2xYAdHiVtJABnSngVFEmDTkv-Virf0Z7_OvGGZ9fIxOgBMmJyCw/s3520/IMG_2928.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1z04Ni22g8k6b7PJpnF2deoE86u0YJ5hEKWVtJEd53j0K7lXrhr2uUhnbL4hLSDIPeMJNy_CmusChk5GCX4D6baN5tJBzkAqeaJ0s0z26-2JV3RCmX-ZQDIw3q7TP8zQeaud2xYAdHiVtJABnSngVFEmDTkv-Virf0Z7_OvGGZ9fIxOgBMmJyCw/s320/IMG_2928.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Put your back into it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8JjhQ5u_qcmdRnu8kHFm6_bTxv5ILnIpxXUl8lxEc4Ste6iCyeJN0egfaVKqt704sF5jsBDnvt4-jUMENFwzJcHiXL7Wf83PDlCckY76hYYksFqeJY369DUxnjzAUDSX50yrPTO8MV9dmlPwq4bYqN3YIJ7DfOpSjkTBwmTvt9fuod9AVY-qnQ/s3520/IMG_2929.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8JjhQ5u_qcmdRnu8kHFm6_bTxv5ILnIpxXUl8lxEc4Ste6iCyeJN0egfaVKqt704sF5jsBDnvt4-jUMENFwzJcHiXL7Wf83PDlCckY76hYYksFqeJY369DUxnjzAUDSX50yrPTO8MV9dmlPwq4bYqN3YIJ7DfOpSjkTBwmTvt9fuod9AVY-qnQ/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNzdHehTNvQDFoVPhC3rptmff0d_PaXSZoYw_etIXWdjrV5Y_ieM6Bnc5jivBdC4nFieKB-54jTctU107CL5Nz8tW5MT9SFDjlVnmCpVeS5ZEY3DYdlW3QuodoDdk7f-91Yq6mHJUSZkOxyEPPpbKcwYRmc7lyXk-V0vuhIt-GFVLRhsPgKep3w/s3520/IMG_2930.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNzdHehTNvQDFoVPhC3rptmff0d_PaXSZoYw_etIXWdjrV5Y_ieM6Bnc5jivBdC4nFieKB-54jTctU107CL5Nz8tW5MT9SFDjlVnmCpVeS5ZEY3DYdlW3QuodoDdk7f-91Yq6mHJUSZkOxyEPPpbKcwYRmc7lyXk-V0vuhIt-GFVLRhsPgKep3w/s320/IMG_2930.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTaf4aE8iRoEklft6xV7l6jlhgvZXKCzd6SnPdMUeQ-a3oEJ42CQ0mX-TB73dwjm6JPd-kp1G1ZNuJiCTkZwla0QQg7KNH-4STFGmg8j5HOe1n1705rgDIgliOL1M7YTKKybq0z4cEuvduenDYIu95sZvFIQICyR3iQqxTlNEVJNlaC4mbTSaNA/s4032/IMG_2933.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTaf4aE8iRoEklft6xV7l6jlhgvZXKCzd6SnPdMUeQ-a3oEJ42CQ0mX-TB73dwjm6JPd-kp1G1ZNuJiCTkZwla0QQg7KNH-4STFGmg8j5HOe1n1705rgDIgliOL1M7YTKKybq0z4cEuvduenDYIu95sZvFIQICyR3iQqxTlNEVJNlaC4mbTSaNA/s320/IMG_2933.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was brushing Mr. Floof and I think I put him to sleep. Whoops.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkVSSLi3U2b_-VGWpW8r0_3MRQCoQe-5FFyJExbVP66EdKC1APNkxHKxK049z_tyLgVrQ3wo8nDSGtnYx-O6oT8t7cQVcdV4ZNsMWdejFOywovyyaXVxzPp51dpOvNcgSCGHTL-QLXtJW89TGMiYwFH345aNRnS-os5D7Z3Og8nHlGPSK2akxDQ/s4032/IMG_2934.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBkVSSLi3U2b_-VGWpW8r0_3MRQCoQe-5FFyJExbVP66EdKC1APNkxHKxK049z_tyLgVrQ3wo8nDSGtnYx-O6oT8t7cQVcdV4ZNsMWdejFOywovyyaXVxzPp51dpOvNcgSCGHTL-QLXtJW89TGMiYwFH345aNRnS-os5D7Z3Og8nHlGPSK2akxDQ/s320/IMG_2934.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's getting there. With all the overgrowth from last year, it had been about 5 ft high and 5 ft wide. I'm sure it would be easier to pay someone to dig out the stump with one of those chopper things, but we'd have to move the fence and yes, it costs money. We have free child labor instead. Isn't that what you raise children for? No? Oh, right, you raise them to send them out to do good things for other people. I forgot.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqPUthtaocEWhdr7YDWi2Bn1Exe66rBMyaJkCFl_JeGcQCNd7VM6UHHTVS3P29LvAej6BMbn69CRrsrsp_5znbhYyJkbU7yphMqXMR9Q6S8QamxEzJA1dPBtd8rPjwd-vSuCNIGMKJb-Jrcxos9rekJYWYks0Q4FxHQc2EuQ8JyG3-RRcpqn4bw/s4032/IMG_2936.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqPUthtaocEWhdr7YDWi2Bn1Exe66rBMyaJkCFl_JeGcQCNd7VM6UHHTVS3P29LvAej6BMbn69CRrsrsp_5znbhYyJkbU7yphMqXMR9Q6S8QamxEzJA1dPBtd8rPjwd-vSuCNIGMKJb-Jrcxos9rekJYWYks0Q4FxHQc2EuQ8JyG3-RRcpqn4bw/s320/IMG_2936.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect Saturday playtime.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2d46pPXrwwIwsNna-92hw9nWdQtkOml_tz6pc4OSXCGw0rcHwRbusw82UZvAnJK_0cIMKKa0q9Ze2hv6bembUotsNdegUgLhuG1jsc8gM-M1cv6c_tz7aMgyNIJ3PdDUC56GZRyofYSYHJByDOdtKlJDTA0D31ZJMp4X9l1_gYBi1Br5ife9Cw/s4032/IMG_2939.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ2d46pPXrwwIwsNna-92hw9nWdQtkOml_tz6pc4OSXCGw0rcHwRbusw82UZvAnJK_0cIMKKa0q9Ze2hv6bembUotsNdegUgLhuG1jsc8gM-M1cv6c_tz7aMgyNIJ3PdDUC56GZRyofYSYHJByDOdtKlJDTA0D31ZJMp4X9l1_gYBi1Br5ife9Cw/s320/IMG_2939.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I carry it my big self.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87a5r7ZzQr_gmZvTwxGeZCjVPY_kF4XlgK8jSFVj5d76C00dnHFIfEzjxzwHq95-RMx6NCNR2Gnd_DM-y_ihngsSSNijGaiJri7alc8YxcCAr4YPbeCzBofiPUBiWQfBzCXHfvtdG5au9Vn3MgudaB6sKwGNeiosooheVHbjQnbOSQVnON1C4-Q/s4032/IMG_2940.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87a5r7ZzQr_gmZvTwxGeZCjVPY_kF4XlgK8jSFVj5d76C00dnHFIfEzjxzwHq95-RMx6NCNR2Gnd_DM-y_ihngsSSNijGaiJri7alc8YxcCAr4YPbeCzBofiPUBiWQfBzCXHfvtdG5au9Vn3MgudaB6sKwGNeiosooheVHbjQnbOSQVnON1C4-Q/s320/IMG_2940.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai wanted to switch out toy boxes, so he did. Paw Patrol for Micro Machines. Yes, from the '80's and '90's.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieW8OHEFUmi_bvcRafKrwhkeOnd92SjSsg4Rx4sGUBeWHtVzq_8ZVlCxkoUBAdZTMpjOA8qweCAomS7mBBRE7lgKgxz63tcbdEnwjfiwJczYNlbGN98jqFf3LjnJCKjhYoFWHoS5YwTggdbSFCA-w3SLNFS-OnI9xH5_2cE07uCIUC48cd9BUVw/s760/IMG_2941.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiieW8OHEFUmi_bvcRafKrwhkeOnd92SjSsg4Rx4sGUBeWHtVzq_8ZVlCxkoUBAdZTMpjOA8qweCAomS7mBBRE7lgKgxz63tcbdEnwjfiwJczYNlbGN98jqFf3LjnJCKjhYoFWHoS5YwTggdbSFCA-w3SLNFS-OnI9xH5_2cE07uCIUC48cd9BUVw/s320/IMG_2941.JPG" width="316" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me and all the moms!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr179Zu_OIt0mROFDZz7zdgPomjzliSR0PLeq0CMWMpEWEJ2R1nC9tBJeBCkWkBOvyIn5SWy6qBktRZ6mRidmWzeqQYM6ZYcyxiuDyBuFgPohP8Ux4GfM1C_kByozYkE0Ke8_Rrb0PZfv_2NZqINGPpWr-b3sES7No_I3E_8aL3FwHXVgicqnD-Q/s1792/IMG_2942.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr179Zu_OIt0mROFDZz7zdgPomjzliSR0PLeq0CMWMpEWEJ2R1nC9tBJeBCkWkBOvyIn5SWy6qBktRZ6mRidmWzeqQYM6ZYcyxiuDyBuFgPohP8Ux4GfM1C_kByozYkE0Ke8_Rrb0PZfv_2NZqINGPpWr-b3sES7No_I3E_8aL3FwHXVgicqnD-Q/w296-h640/IMG_2942.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting analogy, husband.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihFRxy5m6o6RDHKXC1Fdas8mNsGylPLMHV9ukoim-3NEiVP_aPG9AwuMTerpjMT6Shm6BwsU8BQFLthj3GzmCGcAaKsOhOS_dyQ0FtNoTHczyfjGdMFdKzjLxhITTeUn4o0fdIcyNzSYetyzCAKfyp6r7olESGcImxStPlJpCEVlwFDQAbyhR8A/s1792/IMG_2944.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihFRxy5m6o6RDHKXC1Fdas8mNsGylPLMHV9ukoim-3NEiVP_aPG9AwuMTerpjMT6Shm6BwsU8BQFLthj3GzmCGcAaKsOhOS_dyQ0FtNoTHczyfjGdMFdKzjLxhITTeUn4o0fdIcyNzSYetyzCAKfyp6r7olESGcImxStPlJpCEVlwFDQAbyhR8A/w296-h640/IMG_2944.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And you wonder why I'm overwhelmed so easily. This is why.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl3eo-Iv3lt2dA4OwTQyGSsimVGUQXRWHKgfovvzU6-st8BNyv8-cOMGHWfvAj19Kk-Ysc7QbH3yUZ5J1KsV0KLFBD2gaQWh9CBUkic1b2TAih9-H3soYPLBFR1qSx4QmJ0ao41vL4W2Z8wQEqkVa7BfotQRDAZLLYn6W5O6JxKEE9WR4uZmeog/s4032/IMG_2945.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl3eo-Iv3lt2dA4OwTQyGSsimVGUQXRWHKgfovvzU6-st8BNyv8-cOMGHWfvAj19Kk-Ysc7QbH3yUZ5J1KsV0KLFBD2gaQWh9CBUkic1b2TAih9-H3soYPLBFR1qSx4QmJ0ao41vL4W2Z8wQEqkVa7BfotQRDAZLLYn6W5O6JxKEE9WR4uZmeog/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh husband who has a death wish. Sometimes he's over protective of himself. And sometimes he's just plain dumb. This is one of those moments where dudes are just plain dumb and that's why women live longer. Jared put probably half a gallon of regular gas on the huge and very dry stick pile and then put lighter fluid leading to it and around. Then he lights the thing with a BLOW TORCH. I was IN the sun room. All I hear is this humongous WHOOSH! I run outside to see Abishai all buggy eyed and Jared taken aback with a smear of black across his tshirt. And I ask what happened. Then he tells me. Then he SHOWS ME. He literally singed the HAIR off his left ARM! Yes, all the way down to the SKIN! I haven't gotten a photo of it because he won't let me. But let me tell you, it's like he shaved off the skin on his forearm. Not only that, but he singed his eyebrow and his eyelashes!!! Now, how many times have I told that man NOT to use lighter fluid or gas on these kinds of fires?! Oh my word! And I looked over and two houses to our north, the neighbors are out just staring at us. I was afraid they were going to call the fire department. It's a good thing Jared had the hose on and ready because what a mess! I can't imagine what Abishai thought seeing the fireball and Daddy so close to it! Well, if it deters Abishai from playing with fire, GOOD! Sometimes, I wonder about what goes on in my husband's head! Almost 43 years old and he's STILL doing stupid stuff like this. Don't play with FIRE!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzM5yZEfyvYoz5OFUn1wINpdzFHftDyevedlLHDdbJB7cqy56y80fIkO85xdWDP6Z0dEAESBvwwYplfYW1d2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOazbNmxl8PqyUshZ-QxQJpGOt05ELgDXrJp5XR_ZlXcLQ9Niw0GZX0S5Fu6Yx0Y6z0R2VDbZPvlowdWs7ntBy5GTArtxWpOuNwi4ctPYs5wPhr47wpY3kbQTYjmCzd_NhYj3kwwjgfcRs5WIAeZSQK2Kp_iauoCZzqn8o_RRyXIWL7cY24hEcJA/s3520/IMG_2946.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOazbNmxl8PqyUshZ-QxQJpGOt05ELgDXrJp5XR_ZlXcLQ9Niw0GZX0S5Fu6Yx0Y6z0R2VDbZPvlowdWs7ntBy5GTArtxWpOuNwi4ctPYs5wPhr47wpY3kbQTYjmCzd_NhYj3kwwjgfcRs5WIAeZSQK2Kp_iauoCZzqn8o_RRyXIWL7cY24hEcJA/s320/IMG_2946.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p>Sunday - Mother's Day 2022</p><p>- Jared asked if I would go with him to church, so I did. I did wake up with a headache and it turned into a migraine. The music was really loud at church, too. So that didn't help it. Gary preached on simplicity. Basic stuff. Lots of those memory tool helps. It went too fast and I was sleepy so I couldn't get everything written down. Oh well. He did go long though, lol. Poor tech team. They don't know what to do with themselves when these preachers don't stick to the script, lol. And then all the nursery workers are left wondering, too. Oh well, that's how it goes. I thought Gary had too many memory tools, fumbled a bit, and exaggerated a bit too much. Like he felt "loud" or that he was overcompensating. I've seen it in his personal life, too. I don't know if it's because his hearing is going or he's making up for not remembering things or what. But yeah, he needs to calm down. Too much animation, buggy eyes, and actual volume. A bit scary to me, actually. Intense might be a good word. Just like he was getting intense with Abishai on Friday about not knowing the books of the Bible. He was very stern and I don't think he was that stern with the others. I don't remember telling him to just move on to another verse because it was making me upset. At least he did mention simplicity of schedule, although he didn't elaborate. He emphasized do not worry and do not have too much stuff, yeah, thanks, you're talking straight at me aren't you? Probably not. He doesn't even know me, so how can he? And now we have to spend Mother's Day dinner with them when he has to do a funeral something at 2pm on Mother's Day. Talk about keeping your schedule simple. After he literally walked off a plane at like 11pm last night after being gone for 8 days to Minnesota. Simple schedule my rear end. I wait for the day that he actually truly practices what he preaches. Sigh.</p><p>- Keturah and I came home after 1st service and the boys stayed to do their things. Jared brought McDonald's home for lunch because we are having a big deal dinner with grandparents this evening. I had a migraine so I spent the afternoon nursing that. And I worked on the blog here.</p><p>- Then we went over to Gary and Leah's for dinner with them and Benaiah. We had pork steak and baked potatoes will all the toppings, fruit salad and some raw and creamed vegetables. For dessert we had strawberry rhubarb crumble, with the rhubarb coming from Granny Annie's! Yum! Dinner conversation was normal and pleasant. Benaiah talked about his upcoming trip to Dallas of course. And he got his grades back. The highest he got was 98% in his Finite Math class and his lowest was 79% in his Business Administration class because the teacher was horrible. I think he said his GPA was something like 3.3 or so. Not bad for his 1st semester of college, eh?! While working full time, and taking a full load of classes, so 5 classes. That's my boy! He can do well when he applies himself and he has. He is just running his life slightly differently than I had thought it would go. But, it's going quite smoothly really. And he signed up to take Macroeconomics as a summer course. Good luck with that. He'll whiz through school in no time. He could take those longer lunch times at work and just sit in the truck and study. He might switch to a desk job again though. Who knows. He's good at anything he tries. So wind him up and set him loose I guess.</p><p>- But I wish he would also remember to turn around sometimes and say thank you, Mom, especially on Mother's Day. He left to go see a movie by himself. Just because he could. He didn't help Grandma with clean up or wish me a Happy Mother's Day. Sigh. It stinks when he and his siblings don't say it and when I try to remind them, they lash back at me, so I don't say it. Jared reminded Abishai today, and Abishai did make a card in Sunday School to give to me. And he just found a heart shaped maple tree "helicopter" and gave it to me. So there's hope. And Jared has been very tender with me today as well. So I'm grateful for that. Jared even said a wonderful prayer at dinner tonight, and volunteered to say prayer instead of his dad doing it. So, that's cool. And of course we talked about his pyrotechnics yesterday and him burning off his arm hair and eyelashes and eye brows. That's going to be itchy as it grows back. Nuts. </p><p>- I nearly broke down when Jared dared to mention that Keturah needed to mow again tomorrow (Monday). No she does not. She never 100% finished either yard. Again, because now one trimmer doesn't work at all and the other trimmer runs out of battery really quickly. So, that's it. I'm calling it quits. I have other things to do with my kids. These men can hire them for Friday and Saturday work only. They will have to take care of their own yard work on other days. Do what you want over the weekend. And if you have equipment failure, that's not problem. The boss has to make sure the equipment is maintained before giving it to the employee to use. There's more to life than the grass. I have other things for the kids to do. Enough is enough. Mention the word "mowing" again in my presence and I will punch you into next week. No more. Just no more. Whatever doesn't get done, doesn't get done. Period.</p><p>- Ugh. I'm exhausted. I'm going to try to finish up the journaling of all the photos I uploaded this afternoon before Jared is available to watch Hawkeye and such. I've got some get some better sleep because I've got a full week of appointments again this week and I want to finish up the school year well which includes having me and the kids available at the same time. Sigh. The sermon today was on simplicity and yet we are in the most complicated time of our lives schedule wise. You try to cut something out. It's not easy. The sermon was not necessary one for me. It's stuff I think about all the time. But not tonight. I'm too tired and I'm nodding off and it's only 8:30pm.<br /></p><p>- Jared's random photos he sent me because I don't have many for today. Although we all went to Indian Creek, it's currently under repairs and I didn't know where Benaiah was and I didn't want to try to gather everybody up for a photo op anyway. And then Benaiah left to see a movie and we didn't get one at dinner either. I'm not a fan of Mother's Day anyway. Jared has a new iPhone 13 I believe, so he's got some great pics.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mHSWOAU08WJt-Qm9EhZRuyr2e1_2BQKAghF9X4vUUqNmy901_xrew2jr1r1XHcCJg6RR5Bgc5cShA_mS8yO7IDScCEReIzexSGNn7XNYyJ_gDHPdI7HOdAg3hKOtlvYbEsz2LJCCmbKJi-WtfSAbYXpNdUr0iCVidzJLc4JpWHq1vkqoq3QIpQ/s4032/IMG_5255.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6mHSWOAU08WJt-Qm9EhZRuyr2e1_2BQKAghF9X4vUUqNmy901_xrew2jr1r1XHcCJg6RR5Bgc5cShA_mS8yO7IDScCEReIzexSGNn7XNYyJ_gDHPdI7HOdAg3hKOtlvYbEsz2LJCCmbKJi-WtfSAbYXpNdUr0iCVidzJLc4JpWHq1vkqoq3QIpQ/w300-h400/IMG_5255.JPEG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frog in our culvert.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYN1Q8DZFeS5T0OWVVJSCKFC3NgwdaPAn0VX04vM6qMPD-aVX6WSpQNaXP-Lb8ohukSp_FV7NPrKJ76AV6BzC-G6CDI6EGRoiAapjR6MCveuxEPFTormG9ydaSGte7sEyEC80OrscwMs2SPpWk1dkE8z4SjvkF_d20UpVMf7QbqNkPnMem-tyC8w/w296-h640/IMG_2957.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, before we had cell phones, AIM was Jared and I's way of chatting so we didn't have huge phone bills. We even typed "yes" and "no" so fast we would lock it up! My original name was hhskol1 because when we first got emails, it was under my dad's account, which he got under a school discount, so he called it hhskol for himself, as in Howell Homeschool only the ch was k. Then I was the number 1, my next sister was number 2, then the next sister was number 3 and my brother was number 4. My mom was cqworks which stood for Country Quiltworks which was her original business name from way back when they first married all the way through until she died. She used to make all kinds of stuff and sell at craft fairs and had booth space at a retail shop. So, my AIM name was hhskol1 and Jared's was herodytus. Actually, I take that back, I think I had hhskol1 but I also had liljohnson for a time as well after we were secretly engaged after 7 months of dating. I don't know. I've had several different names with different email endings over the years. So when Facebook came along and Facebook messenger and regular texting, I was already a pro at it. I've been on the internet since it was first put into regular households. My dad was a computer programmer. We had dial-up. We had the Atari. What can I say?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtTvaVWcsqvOOQ_46oPF_SERJXM-EB-Ny9nUb8S7Pf3aTlcTNk9iQqiviDAbnIDoZMWMHo4LiO-5AjaslfE_DgTNe4WwATM_V5u0nn_Y4NTye1rijpMW6KdpsA0D-IwHCN8Lm4Bg-bhPl8Qew9ky9Z8WK_KevqJFEmsJDXohULSnb5KRY5K2cmg/s1792/IMG_2959.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtTvaVWcsqvOOQ_46oPF_SERJXM-EB-Ny9nUb8S7Pf3aTlcTNk9iQqiviDAbnIDoZMWMHo4LiO-5AjaslfE_DgTNe4WwATM_V5u0nn_Y4NTye1rijpMW6KdpsA0D-IwHCN8Lm4Bg-bhPl8Qew9ky9Z8WK_KevqJFEmsJDXohULSnb5KRY5K2cmg/w296-h640/IMG_2959.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lilacs! Of course! The lilacs were in bloom at my Mom's funeral!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie83YBOW8Ozh3C0o-yOD9jKdhLnqSjR0H_ZqQSZ4KlPoA9vsI61Jjr5ztPl_1HrOgf5jSCaKJSoRPDCEW17KaLkoxuAagEWZAzMXC_5UrKCdSTPv7o1eEX7EK-qVVU84L4Jyq4DQ7aDqIJqRgI7-Qfdk1FPFf3bZ2fL5aAZOp-JfpzHUiaGnUUlw/s4032/IMG_2960.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie83YBOW8Ozh3C0o-yOD9jKdhLnqSjR0H_ZqQSZ4KlPoA9vsI61Jjr5ztPl_1HrOgf5jSCaKJSoRPDCEW17KaLkoxuAagEWZAzMXC_5UrKCdSTPv7o1eEX7EK-qVVU84L4Jyq4DQ7aDqIJqRgI7-Qfdk1FPFf3bZ2fL5aAZOp-JfpzHUiaGnUUlw/s320/IMG_2960.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma used her special little egg baskets to put some leftover peeps in to decorate the table for Mother's Day. This one was the only one who willingly acknowledged the day and gave me a card he made in Sunday School and gave me hugs and kisses.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXcrCsxMRA2MqKQnNX5Rm5LHYXAz5oUPe6okePTchc2XsoPzuZYkTNK9IcqRpEWVblYOaAijWkms8Qiu4AHoLKqKs6vcRvCIuOti-m6EqEgNjiSMhTb3bUoh6LOG4IM478kMC0flNhCwFjEuwYyLPqYIwPbSxC6EEvVv5hN56ZYFc-BcUktYI3g/s4032/IMG_2961.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXcrCsxMRA2MqKQnNX5Rm5LHYXAz5oUPe6okePTchc2XsoPzuZYkTNK9IcqRpEWVblYOaAijWkms8Qiu4AHoLKqKs6vcRvCIuOti-m6EqEgNjiSMhTb3bUoh6LOG4IM478kMC0flNhCwFjEuwYyLPqYIwPbSxC6EEvVv5hN56ZYFc-BcUktYI3g/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had Grandpa's/Dad's hat on while riding the rocking horse this week and he truly looked like Indiana Jones riding a horse. It was adorable. But then he was in a mood and wouldn't recreate the photo. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgeIS6ITaCa1tePxR56fSnCu0M061iFHh4BGLV3U-cuaXjF3wgzGjQH74OBO_oq9X6e318Kr68mVYwYQpDF6nUlNMTfWMZkZww6eBojFQLxxO0Jhb1QG0aQ5oEkyHdk81Iv1amevPdSQmQhcgP0Yy8z3bIP5xTHa7G-ntkteqZllxYb1_qq-6HQ/s4032/IMG_2962.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgeIS6ITaCa1tePxR56fSnCu0M061iFHh4BGLV3U-cuaXjF3wgzGjQH74OBO_oq9X6e318Kr68mVYwYQpDF6nUlNMTfWMZkZww6eBojFQLxxO0Jhb1QG0aQ5oEkyHdk81Iv1amevPdSQmQhcgP0Yy8z3bIP5xTHa7G-ntkteqZllxYb1_qq-6HQ/s320/IMG_2962.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty blooms.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOhHNPY64bQ7XRSCNcDCIUp2qbxjs9zuGo4awJYGqGuBPDyAcyWdOyL4Ws_IYXazGjJPgHgFjRLNR7C8c1wMb7pZiu_rLvEvEpEXzNGIHzJ9G5TWw1mlkKF2Ds8RdzQ-T8DflvL758Wt2d0-dhEz4UJODnZOcUroAIB1rmO4w1Tg1nA53ekas7A/s4032/IMG_2963.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOhHNPY64bQ7XRSCNcDCIUp2qbxjs9zuGo4awJYGqGuBPDyAcyWdOyL4Ws_IYXazGjJPgHgFjRLNR7C8c1wMb7pZiu_rLvEvEpEXzNGIHzJ9G5TWw1mlkKF2Ds8RdzQ-T8DflvL758Wt2d0-dhEz4UJODnZOcUroAIB1rmO4w1Tg1nA53ekas7A/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4W2ANnyO1_TaXnCduLDOZzW6YDmF5-PTaOawxUEBIqaRZiQrTlZE874c5WyP_RyMeJSXsGXiv9reLjifn_Zr0jA3Hm8BOU3CG6lGOvidR3NnrWMIo5MbrfMVdtVq5w77ca_2K6hVF2jrhlufcviyhdNRPvc2wN-TucR1rPt9oMzyeWer3ULGXg/s4032/IMG_2964.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4W2ANnyO1_TaXnCduLDOZzW6YDmF5-PTaOawxUEBIqaRZiQrTlZE874c5WyP_RyMeJSXsGXiv9reLjifn_Zr0jA3Hm8BOU3CG6lGOvidR3NnrWMIo5MbrfMVdtVq5w77ca_2K6hVF2jrhlufcviyhdNRPvc2wN-TucR1rPt9oMzyeWer3ULGXg/s320/IMG_2964.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYxgRteom2O15JObrBU_VfxLNuYFYDPMIpvwVFB26S5rpJ82OFpGVIRptrv3Ba9MQr9LXx8M7E7SkpvJSjMXKcTdjvYIiSM0IgVrvpg2NmCPXZBN0K2W_WOiTtJ5aAQcroyDj08IvnAS6JFYaNwz1H0fBqEFNdfKcsz43IC2i0zCCAeEhPfsRwA/s4032/IMG_2965.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhYxgRteom2O15JObrBU_VfxLNuYFYDPMIpvwVFB26S5rpJ82OFpGVIRptrv3Ba9MQr9LXx8M7E7SkpvJSjMXKcTdjvYIiSM0IgVrvpg2NmCPXZBN0K2W_WOiTtJ5aAQcroyDj08IvnAS6JFYaNwz1H0fBqEFNdfKcsz43IC2i0zCCAeEhPfsRwA/s320/IMG_2965.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look, Mom! I found a heart! Daddy told me to show you! It's "helicopter" aka maple seed season. Man do I wish I could keep these out of the flower bed because I'm constantly weeding them out!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrBgSwWRW17tskNfpotaHZJgIco5DO0MPIZSqTpJjKH6dcyfvX93_cNDlXmDEy4KHKg-dhThp7F3-kNgd1WePWSrXwJiz-m5OHcZ_WWAp4H5icIueHgW2cKBedpODVY7RrAtivAQB3qb-L7Mq8cpdfmIdjlN-ySEL_5rGow4hJKQ1WbCwOQS1-A/s4032/IMG_2966.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrBgSwWRW17tskNfpotaHZJgIco5DO0MPIZSqTpJjKH6dcyfvX93_cNDlXmDEy4KHKg-dhThp7F3-kNgd1WePWSrXwJiz-m5OHcZ_WWAp4H5icIueHgW2cKBedpODVY7RrAtivAQB3qb-L7Mq8cpdfmIdjlN-ySEL_5rGow4hJKQ1WbCwOQS1-A/w480-h640/IMG_2966.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leah said she found these among her mom's things and since they are of Jared when he was little, she gave them to me. Yes, that's curly haired Jared. That's where Benaiah's waves come from. So these pics are circa 1980/1981. Gary and Leah would have been in their YOUNG 20's before Aaron came along. And they were living in married student housing at Lincoln Christian College in Lincoln, Illinois at the time. I'm guessing based on the approximate date and knowing the family history, which, I know just as well as my own it feels like at times. Jared sometimes doesn't even know what I know but his family, lol. But that hair! Oh that hair! Scrumptious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-86583238115946065772022-05-11T23:39:00.001-03:002022-05-11T23:39:13.670-03:00Year 7, April 25th-May 1st, 2022: Nearing the End of School<p> Monday - Super Slow</p><p>- The day started off super slow. Well, not really, I had to jump out of bed when I heard the skies open up and realized Socks was still outside! It took three towels to dry him off! Then I was ale to slow down and regroup. But I hadn't eaten a good super the night before and my blood sugars were really low. I was also super anxious about Socks and getting the day and week started. So it was super rough morning and it took awhile to get myself calmed down and then in gear to do school. But, we managed to get it done alright, plus laundry and a load of dishes washed and dried. Abishai will put them away tomorrow. I kidnapped Justin after work and he and I spent the rest of the day at Kelli and Kya's house. Tom was gone on a business trip so it was a quiet evening. </p><p>- I left Keturah at home to feed Abishai and then Jared took him to karate. It wast leftover night. It was good to be out of the house, but now I have to dig into the rest of the week. I ran away, but now I have to be the big girl and tackle the rest of my week. I don't want to. But I have to. I have an IAHE newsletter to put together in two days because I missed my timing again. I have a lot of follow up emails to do. I have to call again to put our names down for Friday's field trip. But then Socks' appointment is on Thursday, so I'm not sure. And I'm already exhausted and just need to sleep. We'll see how the week goes.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4dtSqD95sPphBen09iq91VdXU2gjePo-PaGDRFUz-KdF36MnHRfPLEfrgVBAUqJD1A3-5ugZUF7gExF36DYpybvMM1WySId1d7gc9Rp5EhAwqG_pOqFnRqoHMLulNi3jqmj0vsxR2jesQ08tprlkS6riXfUCgCxBUGws3vrHeH5n5H_Wcw3Rtw/s1792/IMG_2638.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4dtSqD95sPphBen09iq91VdXU2gjePo-PaGDRFUz-KdF36MnHRfPLEfrgVBAUqJD1A3-5ugZUF7gExF36DYpybvMM1WySId1d7gc9Rp5EhAwqG_pOqFnRqoHMLulNi3jqmj0vsxR2jesQ08tprlkS6riXfUCgCxBUGws3vrHeH5n5H_Wcw3Rtw/w296-h640/IMG_2638.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, there's always a third way to worry from.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdTL70p6_Ex8MsGwpgRqxQNZ01b1yaFbXvVKE6AHE7UciE9n74Jnx_-xitWRePzUs6lYBoBPbp4ydcsM0mcFeMj9to_7oyztcy1Sp8vteHebMUNhIXKyJpTTZXI6xACGo-YQ5Anlki0pzfk6jAzmiAaUjcZXUnYCoeC45e_-OaznFmmb6ZJN_lg/s1792/IMG_2639.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdTL70p6_Ex8MsGwpgRqxQNZ01b1yaFbXvVKE6AHE7UciE9n74Jnx_-xitWRePzUs6lYBoBPbp4ydcsM0mcFeMj9to_7oyztcy1Sp8vteHebMUNhIXKyJpTTZXI6xACGo-YQ5Anlki0pzfk6jAzmiAaUjcZXUnYCoeC45e_-OaznFmmb6ZJN_lg/w296-h640/IMG_2639.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I disagee, I think they can coexist just fine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UPXzop8fHcyzRFoab60lfVbEfkKu4V1e5rYyFACc3ZvGQmpzMSubCgGgklfm0GMOi3ovEHqreUX0BY6tjPVQEqCsVrsv303C_NkM3499PIDc4m9heY3KtnITXNjoQ5mYeNHwljOWR8l7hIJSHsHjeija2r39hJg7LwZ2Rrkuho3dK0uHvmYKHw/s4032/IMG_2640.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UPXzop8fHcyzRFoab60lfVbEfkKu4V1e5rYyFACc3ZvGQmpzMSubCgGgklfm0GMOi3ovEHqreUX0BY6tjPVQEqCsVrsv303C_NkM3499PIDc4m9heY3KtnITXNjoQ5mYeNHwljOWR8l7hIJSHsHjeija2r39hJg7LwZ2Rrkuho3dK0uHvmYKHw/s320/IMG_2640.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's awesome when the son can be the driver and I can capture the sunset on the drive home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOhZhoyTYE5zR_p3aIZXHycEFC1zz3GsHBcPL4SIPJlfUUruBW9UHNl7atYp38x4N6l7O6RQr-DnLHi0zE6ccHTIbmhZ96EoD3NdfITUh37ZA8OKpWW8WGNUk0I1JILrd2QbgTxnGicO4Ys3C6nnDxTdOj-TP-IDr03hkTAYvmzUw9w0dParvBA/s4032/IMG_2641.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4oCI5aeRtP5MrgmoloCA96FSB5e0lSBedqV76DCZVREuDl8gJ5uZkSh3LzLmG52iEFpvw21gE1ldzGOdYybu7VkRveYRg7gJ4RalJ1xHqQdWaOauK2hYJMrAm1TzlNeHsBiTmn5tX0Vd8xv-JmoUGeuYU3RezmJ1VdwMakCWMauyE3V95ouStlQ/s320/IMG_2644.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooo, flowers on the tree that Jared planted in the flower bed! Look at how pretty they are!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStMb_xgPmwTbcNZ3-FSosaVVZKRUkDAPPaVFJ3KOicj46fy0hVw2XtOLNUfB_IIVt_2pBJqFxjdzua4hZvCpBuyh4at6CtXGKYgcU77O9rpyNcFZ_96x2ACrzBdwk61kl-2PtPJspZ9oniYnELtc_-KKd3_VLqBI7AEmfNpOZv_JIHBzwG8rZpg/s4032/IMG_2645.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStMb_xgPmwTbcNZ3-FSosaVVZKRUkDAPPaVFJ3KOicj46fy0hVw2XtOLNUfB_IIVt_2pBJqFxjdzua4hZvCpBuyh4at6CtXGKYgcU77O9rpyNcFZ_96x2ACrzBdwk61kl-2PtPJspZ9oniYnELtc_-KKd3_VLqBI7AEmfNpOZv_JIHBzwG8rZpg/s320/IMG_2645.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Tuesday - </p><p>- Regular routine</p><p>- I was able to get in and out of Kroger easily because the line at the pharmacy was non existent for once. I got Socks some wet canned dog food so he'd eat some more food before surgery is recommended for him. He needs to go into it healthy and strong.</p><p>- Dinner was one of those step by step meals that uses lots of oils and individual servings of all the ingredients. It's just too much packaging and I think still too high of a price for ultimately mediocre food because you're using basic ingredients to make basic meals.</p><p>- I got a lot done on the IAHE Newsletter. I'm hoping to finish it tomorrow.</p><p>- It's always fun to get in the car after a child who is a foot taller than you has used it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzaXN3kWJA-mswYO-xTxzL5Rz1lFGaHp6AoaFytsb3xcB_zzFcKixZTtpquqDZBH0a2UNnyrD9dwQA-q1erig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZONPrUf3PbnWtaY_DoEzfOae0H9j3Dtxy8FULg8q0YO0MjD2ZkICZ9Sy2CLef142os9NGuSwoAlVWzlmdhfS-_xFtnIVyyPyan9RWWD6ZfJW84UaLphxW98yRnfFVHEtV-CNyKLtEoRDwXfM1IkjrQWJL7uWCcyEm8uGP8qzBvFrJnCDWqSDOw/s1792/IMG_2646.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikZONPrUf3PbnWtaY_DoEzfOae0H9j3Dtxy8FULg8q0YO0MjD2ZkICZ9Sy2CLef142os9NGuSwoAlVWzlmdhfS-_xFtnIVyyPyan9RWWD6ZfJW84UaLphxW98yRnfFVHEtV-CNyKLtEoRDwXfM1IkjrQWJL7uWCcyEm8uGP8qzBvFrJnCDWqSDOw/w296-h640/IMG_2646.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, for all of Jared's griping about this or that millionaire, guess who took over his favorite social media platform? Elon Musk now owns Twitter. Have fun with that! Btw, Twitter has been dead for a long time anyway. Good luck!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNoqEN2ZxHoi9nrXDunVSR02SmxBx3FX6tUlC7AgvH1TPrnpNo3Nei3lLRSMPCyguyfh5WuL9SPBz4lE5UlhlxeEZZvU638OGC7xMQJmXMaQh75UxJs7GzcCJDw9J6Q0TCXyZ-qjt4IX68jCzUqxL4045hWe1DCjaWY39FdYHElslsJVt1YJWJA/s4032/IMG_2647.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCNoqEN2ZxHoi9nrXDunVSR02SmxBx3FX6tUlC7AgvH1TPrnpNo3Nei3lLRSMPCyguyfh5WuL9SPBz4lE5UlhlxeEZZvU638OGC7xMQJmXMaQh75UxJs7GzcCJDw9J6Q0TCXyZ-qjt4IX68jCzUqxL4045hWe1DCjaWY39FdYHElslsJVt1YJWJA/w400-h300/IMG_2647.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My article that I wrote for the IAHE blog was finally published today! Eek! That's a lot of email addresses it was sent to! The communications director even managed to find a stock photo that sort of looks like me. Kind of spooky.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo1J8yAHKuCPXGeutKsHt6MZfQo_BVblotFxEO0B_Ao0lS2PzoDKddRuFBCe5NdTF3s7sRSLWpPoaKJ56KuPHhnLVsX8cvbH4EFNjG7RfEDUkjjEwDv_JISB7UhKrf_vaVuKKlvt0HAC1TDZaASQbUp0PMaER3A0MpTXA1utaVsb32c-VnVNgEQ/s4032/IMG_2649.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOo1J8yAHKuCPXGeutKsHt6MZfQo_BVblotFxEO0B_Ao0lS2PzoDKddRuFBCe5NdTF3s7sRSLWpPoaKJ56KuPHhnLVsX8cvbH4EFNjG7RfEDUkjjEwDv_JISB7UhKrf_vaVuKKlvt0HAC1TDZaASQbUp0PMaER3A0MpTXA1utaVsb32c-VnVNgEQ/s320/IMG_2649.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai and I just studied today how plants actually move on their own. Leaves always push up through the surface of the soil towards the sun and roots push down through the soil towards the center of the earth. And here's proof. The mulch had covered up this plant somewhat but the leaves pushed it aside on its own. The wind didn't push over the mulch and we didn't move the mulch. The plant did it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iaUE4ZQJ_-lWyeagVJYCAgsDDOPK48PJom-ZPIalfbVJTrvDarEPkHgKkh9tVxivrXY-qQmtDAAS2S15_sD9Buud2IL6Q8Xb-7YgxQVGjMZu9kLsdrGJFBjPQmkkitdutUuaa8yKXHxqeibZ-3XO18FUuNa9pfsOA1j61uqY6x4ordFVTAUktg/s4032/IMG_2650.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9iaUE4ZQJ_-lWyeagVJYCAgsDDOPK48PJom-ZPIalfbVJTrvDarEPkHgKkh9tVxivrXY-qQmtDAAS2S15_sD9Buud2IL6Q8Xb-7YgxQVGjMZu9kLsdrGJFBjPQmkkitdutUuaa8yKXHxqeibZ-3XO18FUuNa9pfsOA1j61uqY6x4ordFVTAUktg/s320/IMG_2650.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same here. If we had taken a time lapse of this, we would have seen the plants literally push the mulch asisde. I love watching the time lapse videos of plants grow. It's so fascinating to watch!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Wednesday - Same old Wednesday routine.</p><p>- I made Keturah mow the backyard though but it was a nightmare to get it done. The front still needs it. She had to borrow Grandpa's push mower because she claimed ours didn't work. Daddy had to show her it that it did. Now we have to play catch up tomorrow on finishing our lawn and doing all of Grandpa lawn (including trimming) before the rain comes on Friday. The twist is that we have Socks' vet appointment tomorrow, plus Justin works, plus Jared and I are are busy tomorrow night. And we have all day plans on Friday. I hate that mowing has become such a chore because of my kids' work ethic at home. Their attitudes absolutely suck no matter which way you slice it. And no, for the last time, I will not pay for chores to be done in my household. I don't get paid. They won't get paid. End of story, Dave Ramsey. They can learn to earn money elsewhere. The point of work is the end of result of having done a good job working. End of story. You have a nicely mowed lawn. You have a clean kitchen. You had a nice meal to eat. Not everything is tied to money. End of story. I'm not incentivizing my kids that way. Just do the work to do the work. We live here. We keep up the home we live in. All of us. Group effort. And while you mow, I'll clean up the stuck on nasty soup particles in the microwave and the thing that covers over you soup bowl that is supposed to prevent your soup from going overwhere. I work, too, every day. Let's call it even, shall we? You are capable, now go mow.<br /></p><p>This is for the people who think dandelions are just problematic weeds: <br /></p><p> <span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></p><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="🌼" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t9b/1/16/1f33c.png" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="💛" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t15/1/16/1f49b.png" width="16" /></span> “Hello, I'm a dandelion.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">A lot of people call me a weed but I'm a friend and come to help you!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">When you see me, remember that I'm the ONLY one who wants and can grow in that particular spot. Because:</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Either the soil is too compact / hard / stomped and I want to loosen it for you with my roots.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Or there is too little calcium in the soil - don't worry, I will replenish that for you with the dying of my leaves.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Or the soil is too acidic. But I will also improve that for you if you give me the chance.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Or a mixture of the above reasons, of course. <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="😊" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t7f/1/16/1f60a.png" width="16" /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I'm here because your soil needs my help so best you let me grow without disturbing me! When everything is fixed, I will disappear again, I promise! </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Are you trying to remove me prematurely with my root? However meticulous you are, I will return 2x as strong! Just until your soil is improved.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">You can even tell by my growth at which stage my help is at. If my leaves are flat on the ground then I'm far from ready but if they all reach up then I'm already a long way on my way.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Something completely different is that I am 1 of the first bloomers in spring so I will announce spring / summer for you. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">During the day when it's hot, I open my flowers but in the evening when it cools off I close them again quickly. In fact, if it's not hot enough during the day I won't open them at all!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">My flowers are the first food for insects after hibernation and unlike most other plants, I have pollen AND nectar, not merely one OR the other! And I am generous with them! <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="🤪" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t80/1/16/1f92a.png" width="16" /></span><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="😉" height="16" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t57/1/16/1f609.png" width="16" /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">My flowers are even delicious for you people by the way, did you know? I used to be called ′′honey (or gold) of the poor′′ because my flowers are so sweet in e.g. jam, sauce or salad! The internet is full of recipes - check them out. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">But wait until the end of May or later before you start picking and even then, don't pick everything yet! The biodiversity and bees will be very grateful!”</div><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQxohM8QJ1xpfIIlKqRQu4wD_dlNiGZWd8al9EjrMfVY4CNFLhmZXQK2b3aSvOAYMFSMCf2V3npo03rRdgVTpxeVS6cHJ2bIkWIa6IwlWB7Ma2JFU7y8cO16BN_VzoDI_rYtMOrXkGPAQoqbLFR7o_1ANJdVc-3LYTUWqDLtDhOE-jeTQlY_mUA/s719/278958930_10227297340049865_6882814905053322203_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="526" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivQxohM8QJ1xpfIIlKqRQu4wD_dlNiGZWd8al9EjrMfVY4CNFLhmZXQK2b3aSvOAYMFSMCf2V3npo03rRdgVTpxeVS6cHJ2bIkWIa6IwlWB7Ma2JFU7y8cO16BN_VzoDI_rYtMOrXkGPAQoqbLFR7o_1ANJdVc-3LYTUWqDLtDhOE-jeTQlY_mUA/w468-h640/278958930_10227297340049865_6882814905053322203_n.jpg" width="468" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk--Q_XpBG3Hev82nXCXlGaqcALKpM_Nw-72mMXr2vX0cEb6CGOiENmOyhVlL7IoRLjfHSOCInrExAAX79lQxowx0qXKgdWiwulIjSrxu3btfwhOhUhY_3RmQp53zcfKEZDGx2wVLckLNqSOd9bdnlSXNoC8zDcJQ5dhdGyObDNBsYofB8juGq9Q/s1792/IMG_2652.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk--Q_XpBG3Hev82nXCXlGaqcALKpM_Nw-72mMXr2vX0cEb6CGOiENmOyhVlL7IoRLjfHSOCInrExAAX79lQxowx0qXKgdWiwulIjSrxu3btfwhOhUhY_3RmQp53zcfKEZDGx2wVLckLNqSOd9bdnlSXNoC8zDcJQ5dhdGyObDNBsYofB8juGq9Q/w296-h640/IMG_2652.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We hit imaginary double accidents on the highway today. The traffic was backed up for miles but when we got down to where the accidents were supposed to be, nothing. Absolutely nothing. And worse yet, I was so bored, because were were literally crawling, I nearly bumped a pickup truck in front of me. Sigh. I was totally done driving after that. My ADHD was done trying to stay focused. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ylmlZctw1O97sqQ-dK5ap-kr-mzz3YDxbSzFm7vBwnucEGrG-1zJZuZdXLxIRRxLzX4-i_q3zHsLC2-vOJNGLeSn3lOP_lwjx-H9ZrX_HrF_Atpq2VEuwiyOEfCQDXULlGvHxjcU8eNCd0OmwTBPK5s8r_L6nWR9WmDGhSn6QSQjv4HPKYOZkA/s4032/IMG_2653.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ylmlZctw1O97sqQ-dK5ap-kr-mzz3YDxbSzFm7vBwnucEGrG-1zJZuZdXLxIRRxLzX4-i_q3zHsLC2-vOJNGLeSn3lOP_lwjx-H9ZrX_HrF_Atpq2VEuwiyOEfCQDXULlGvHxjcU8eNCd0OmwTBPK5s8r_L6nWR9WmDGhSn6QSQjv4HPKYOZkA/s320/IMG_2653.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wait, where is Keturah?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBKo3bWsl3E4tgWbXSQgDe7ksxS_wvLsY5KfdASik7yueXLgR4YvEXHzn0n9bdVFgwav9Pq_JJPoiqDVWnq8L6PqtDe7uj4lshwc4lPanfLRX8FEK-eLa_QHffAJMhPTN59YSVUSmW_RVAKmQRO77PSYmR8FZ2NbxRC99TqyvJD_Lg9OwEIXTqQ/s4032/IMG_2654.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpBKo3bWsl3E4tgWbXSQgDe7ksxS_wvLsY5KfdASik7yueXLgR4YvEXHzn0n9bdVFgwav9Pq_JJPoiqDVWnq8L6PqtDe7uj4lshwc4lPanfLRX8FEK-eLa_QHffAJMhPTN59YSVUSmW_RVAKmQRO77PSYmR8FZ2NbxRC99TqyvJD_Lg9OwEIXTqQ/s320/IMG_2654.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, there she is. I guess Socks has the bed to himself.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vL73Fm_Ezya7YfFA8ydFffCnPnpFXpsYjGzwSlOKUJbJfuC3utSqagd-F-Fb6z9YQAG3lAvRvTt3RaR_OWVZfVeSs7a2ttNgjz-Z019GSb_LbvoNpov8Wz7F1Ub4OH5XZdXlj9gXO2X3oQXuN8cUjRADNOX-MuIMPf2ST6Pu5DuznRPTjaIGmA/s1792/IMG_2655.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3vL73Fm_Ezya7YfFA8ydFffCnPnpFXpsYjGzwSlOKUJbJfuC3utSqagd-F-Fb6z9YQAG3lAvRvTt3RaR_OWVZfVeSs7a2ttNgjz-Z019GSb_LbvoNpov8Wz7F1Ub4OH5XZdXlj9gXO2X3oQXuN8cUjRADNOX-MuIMPf2ST6Pu5DuznRPTjaIGmA/w296-h640/IMG_2655.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess like Gary, Michael W. Smith likes to work in his yard when he's not on the road. I listened to an interview he did with Rebecca St. James a few weeks ago and he said, again, that the Smiths always had the rule that he was never to be out on the road for more than 3-4 days at a time (when he was stateside or rather when the kids were young and in school). There were exceptions to the rule when it was nearly impossible when there world tours or a cruise nowadays that are purposefully longer. He mentioned that they homeschooled the younest two girls for a couple of years so that the four of them could be on the road together a bit long and more often. And he taken the older kids out on the road a bit as well. Actually, some of the other artists do homeschool their kids so they can do that. Skillet's frontman and his wife have done that for years. Luke Smallbone does that but his wife stays home with the majority of the kids and only 1 or 2 of the kids go with him to 3-4 cities at a time. His kids are all super young yet. Rebecca St. James and her younger siblings all were homeschooled so they could all support her when she started to sing nationally at age 16. Luke Smallbone is one of her brothers ;-) Yes, I know way too much about the Contemporary Christian Music scene, I know. At least the 1990's scene. But I'm glad Michael and Debbie still have fun together in the garden out at their farm. They've been married for 40 years now. Crazy times, y'all.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Thursday - Not What I Was Expecting</p><p>- Again, I'm over being the manager of the mowing crew. For real, I'm not doing it anymore. If they men want their lawns mowed, they have to be here, in person, or communicate directly with their mowing crew. And if the mowing crew isn't available or no one has to checked the weather and it starts to rain, it's not my fault. I'm over it. I'm tired of being the punching bag. I'm done. I DO NOT CARE. If they want money, it's their business now. I'm done.</p><p>- Meanwhile, Socks' appointment. Jared drove Keturah, Abishai, Socks and I to the apppointment. We got the room with the view this time in the corner of the building. That was fun! We saw the woman doctor, Carroll, I think, and that was fine. She was nice, but pretty pointed. I wasn't quite prepared as I thought I was. She called the growth gingival hyperplasia which "<span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">refers to <b>a medical conditon in which a dog's gum (gingival) tissue becomes inflamed and enlarged</b>.
Enlargement is typically caused by irritation due to dental plaque or
other bacterial growth along the gum line. In many cases, this can be
prevented with good oral hygiene habits." (thank you google). Because of Socks' heart condition, she said if it was her dog, she wouldn't put him through anesthesia to remove it because it isn't actually hurting his tooth right right now and his gums are fine. And after I just looked at some pictures of other dogs with these growths, I agree. Socks' growth isn't nearly as bad as other dogs' mouths are. His mouth actually looks extremely healthy. I asked her about the little bit of buildup on his teeth and she said it's fine. I might go in there and do a little bit of brushing though to make sure we don't get more off this in the future. It sounds like it can become worse. It's nothing we or didn't do. The reason for removing it would be if it was causing great discomfort, like not allowing him to eat. And to biopsy it, but if we aren't going to do chemo if it is cancer, what's the point of doing a biopsy? That's what upset me I think.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- While my head agreed with not doing a surgery, I had gone in thinking we would and he would be cleaned up and I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. I wouldn't have to look at it and think about if it's cancer or not. I wouldn't have to play the anxiety game. So I traded one worry about Socks being on the operating table for another worry about having to check his mouth every so often and if he's in pain. I guess yes, I'm relieved that my bank account is still intact and I don't have to worry about taking care of his mouth post surgery while I have a super busy week next week. </span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- But I was also hit hard with the fact the doctor kept saying "quality of life." Stop putting my dog at death's door, please and thank you. I don't think we're there yet. I think we still have a while to go. Yes, I'm watching him. But everyone around him as been putting him in the grave for 2 years! Can we please just stop this?! Can we just enjoy him as is and pretend it's not going to happen for a long while yet? He's got one growth in his mouth. His legs a bit more wobbly. He's got some skin tags. He drools a bit. So what?! Leave my dog alone. He's fine. He's still happy. He's not wincing. He's still wagging his tail. He's still eating, and pooping, and running, and barking, and getting lots of attention. I'm just done talking about it. I'm not stupid. It is coming. But it's not here yet. I have prepared myself the best I can. But it's not here. He's fine. I'll give him some soft food to make up for the 5 lbs he lost since last September, but his teeth look amazing for his age. His coat does, too. He doesn't look 12 yrs old, ok? Trust me. I watch a ton of TV shows and I've seen other people's dogs. My dog doesn't look like them. I've kept him as healthy and young as I can. He's fine. He's got a long life yet. Leave him alone. Quality of life my foot. </span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- We did go ahead and get a regular panel of bloodwork thought to rule out any underlying conditions that would explain the weight loss. I think it's probably because of maybe being a little sore in the mouth the past few weeks though. I guess I should prepare myself for blood counts being off or something. It only cost a little over $100 so I'm fine with that. We've had it done before and it's been a couple of years. I don't mind preventative measures like that. Better to run them and have them in the chart to compare them to in case something else comes up, just like I have them for myself. He was a bugger though and they couldn't find a good way to get past all his fur to get to his jugular vein in his neck. So they did it on his front leg. Lol. They should have started there, silly vet techs. Don't they always start there? I mean, that's how they do it on Bondi Vet when they start an IV at least and I thought that's how we did it back in NH when I was shadowing the vets. I've never heard of trying to get it from the jugular vein. Weird. Oh well. Their problem, not mine. I'm going to be out on a field trip tomorrow, so I hope I'm not in the middle of something when they call me and I hope it's all good news. If it's bad news, like blood counts or something indicating cancer or something, I will probably flip out. We are picking Kya up on the way home, and I will probably end up staying at Kelli's for a few minutes to cry if it's bad news. Who knows. We'll see. Bloodwork is an easy thing to do and the first step in any diagnosis after a physical examination. I don't mind it at all.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- And then Abishai was a nightmare coming home, loud and obnoxious. And traffic was a nightmare and Jared decided to take all the weird backroads coming home. I would have taken my usual 465 to Shadeland. But he had to take Bindford to 46th St to Shadeland and I think it took 20 minutes extra. It was ridiculous. I just kept my head down playing my video games because his driving drives me nuts. Then I took out my frustrations in all the wrong places and worked up everyone around me. And now I'm exhausted and don't want anyone to talk to me. Just leave alone and let me do my homeschool field trip tomorrow.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- Only our lawn got done, and now it's going to rain through Saturday. So, whatever. Keturah asked for MM's and I said, absolutely not, you yelled at me and argued about mowing again. I don't care if you finished, I don't deserve to be treated like that, ever.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- We didn't quite finish our homework, but we will catch up on Saturday.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- We have to leave BY 8:30am and drive 1 hr for our field trip, so I have to go bed early tonight. Jared gets up early, too. I can't wait to be transported back in time to more than 100 years ago to where Wilbur Wright was born. I want to think about anything else besides what I've thought about today. Thankfully I don't have to pack a lunch for the kids, just food for me. The museum is providing all of that (for a fee, which I gladly paid). I'm so excited to see how they've been putting these events together because they were so excited to start them! It's probably geared for Abishai's age but who knows. The big kids just might learn something. I'm so excited to do a final field trip for the year and with Justin and do something normal in our homeschooling world. The rest of the world can go be stupid and crazy. We are going on a field trip. To the bus! Oh! I finally remember where that's from! The Magic School Bus! The TV show!</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- Remember I was trying to figure out why I kept thinking, "To the salon!" and couldn't pinpoint it? Oh, the "to the salon" is from a Barbie tv show clip I would hear over and over again because Keturah kept watching those episodes over and over. Duh! Yes, all that pink Barbie stuff. She would like to deny it, but she can't. She was like 8. It wasn't that long ago she wanted her room in Charlottetown to be all pink so I put this pink translucent slippery tablecloth covering stuff over her bedroom window that made kind of like a shade and it made her room have a pinkish glow. SO, she can't deny she went through a pink phase before she discovered Frozen and went through her Cinderella and Elsa phases. She might not like pink and frills now, but she tolerated them then. And she's definitely not butch. She's not confused about her gender, trust me. She's just not going to have a bright pink diesel cab for her semi truck loads. She's pretty serious about it, and I'm not going to push her dream down. If she's serious, I'll talk her through it. What color do you want it to be? What dog are you taking on the road with you? Are you going to own your cab or just be an employee of a company or be a contractor? A contractor makes more than an employee does, but you to have a lot of money to buy your own cab. She'll need to research all of this when she becomes of age. When we watched "Ice Road Truckers" there was a woman trucker on there hauling stuff with her own cab like the men in the -40 degree temps doing all the work herself. If Keturah wants to do it for awhile and make good money, so be it, then do it. See the country. You can have a family later. Or not. It doesn't change my plans for her and high school classes. It stays relatively the same. Actually, I don't have much plans because we've been through a lot of stuff when we did it with Justin. So, we'll take it year by year. She can't get a CDL licence for a while yet after she gets her regular license. Maybe she'll change her mind. Maybe not. It's a fantastic job. A much needed one. Have fun. You have time to do lots of things later. And it's a quiet job, great for introverts. If she can mow the lawn like the big boys, she can haul trucks like the big boys. Go for it. But first, you need a liberal arts education. No excuses.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- Excuses, excuses, excuses. I hate people who make excuses and do not take any action. They never vote, they never get involved, they never offer an actual suggestion and yet, they sit there like they know it all and complain as the day is long. Don't complain. Get out and there do something. Actually vote for a new school board, because according to the ballots, you guys keep electing the same people, so which is it? Who should I be voting for? Go to a school board meeting. Knock down the gates and get people to change the policy on bullying. Sub more so there's more classrooms being covered. And stop being greedy and wanting bigger homes so our property taxes don't go up in value and our taxes wouldn't be increased to match. Then I might have money to pay for your schools' repairs. As of right now, my school, aka my kitchen, needs repairs, too. It's 50 years old, too. Who's going to pay for my "lab" to be updated? No, I'm not throwing good money after bad. Enough is enough. Say NO to the referendum and vote out the current school board on Tuesday. And go DO something.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FP9JkGxSI7nj8Oc-GlCKqNoGJ2h2e27a5nhpy6Fg_BSlN9bGRvOwnsJgwSGrAYekBC-rqLw5F6yd9nzACL0GxLn3c8iHukXbxLMvtuQiZ-83EG0OtxV5TPERVKD-2SAyM1HclV7unqVC0Q9QyfnhQrN8EYnOIQ6anZUsBnVpmlGUKpJ-AgdZlA/s1792/IMG_2656.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0FP9JkGxSI7nj8Oc-GlCKqNoGJ2h2e27a5nhpy6Fg_BSlN9bGRvOwnsJgwSGrAYekBC-rqLw5F6yd9nzACL0GxLn3c8iHukXbxLMvtuQiZ-83EG0OtxV5TPERVKD-2SAyM1HclV7unqVC0Q9QyfnhQrN8EYnOIQ6anZUsBnVpmlGUKpJ-AgdZlA/w296-h640/IMG_2656.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's unreal. Oh my word. Do they not read Scripture?! COMMANDED you, GO AND DO. See, this is exactly what I am talking about! DO something! It's for all of us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span class="ILfuVd"><br /></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2pZjlh7WvC4ANpVPbQry_eWn7Uzc4sXCjpSF-CR3QpgqjPID_yW3S20vArqre5rbJlXrC7rk3qqmFuP0v_HwEWdWLxoVB5ul3ndT8Ra8i1Yifq-eWoB5KoLa68S9KR1YXg1VhvpMayyxEObWNY2jtD7nsyLP8q2ASgF02tibvzpprZAqu-yNJA/s1792/IMG_2657.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh2pZjlh7WvC4ANpVPbQry_eWn7Uzc4sXCjpSF-CR3QpgqjPID_yW3S20vArqre5rbJlXrC7rk3qqmFuP0v_HwEWdWLxoVB5ul3ndT8Ra8i1Yifq-eWoB5KoLa68S9KR1YXg1VhvpMayyxEObWNY2jtD7nsyLP8q2ASgF02tibvzpprZAqu-yNJA/w296-h640/IMG_2657.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The privilege of having siblings as volunteers is that you get to see the month's memory verse ahead of time. I'm not fond of the NiRV but Abishai wants to memorize the verses as they are said in Sunday School class, so here goes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="ILfuVd"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZsMRCLhFVX4M4pTlATcH3hSdcBXH3BOQ8q93sHiBIIZQH8kkr9SDqtQZmaPEnb0ssr4js-Lksf9Z-v5ubV9MCzhRZUWpeX5evnrNGsuez6UT-xhW6dGrKnzo6aNlQDQb49hPmazY_qV8pJIQEZqMZGTvR_yBl5ajMNwSvGi9bYGnJsHy33RI-w/s4032/IMG_2658.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwZsMRCLhFVX4M4pTlATcH3hSdcBXH3BOQ8q93sHiBIIZQH8kkr9SDqtQZmaPEnb0ssr4js-Lksf9Z-v5ubV9MCzhRZUWpeX5evnrNGsuez6UT-xhW6dGrKnzo6aNlQDQb49hPmazY_qV8pJIQEZqMZGTvR_yBl5ajMNwSvGi9bYGnJsHy33RI-w/s320/IMG_2658.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do you spot an oil in the upper right corner between the line and the leaf? Or, is it just a blob of ink? Hm.....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYBiFc-k97sNCF5rQGfx5y_pDhQGKLopsnNqY2AaAUDN7F-MkBvOFKAnAX1vYLWgb7Um-0FDnTaIvm-BcCg8fBC2JAjUrLq4fd7W6AcjuKwxLKZEGobV8AziyiIlfqBaNCcAb1JKf-YMYibzDkNSWPZHwGx_IsWijmYiim5T7YQboUIMIhW3glQ/s800/IMG_2659.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlYBiFc-k97sNCF5rQGfx5y_pDhQGKLopsnNqY2AaAUDN7F-MkBvOFKAnAX1vYLWgb7Um-0FDnTaIvm-BcCg8fBC2JAjUrLq4fd7W6AcjuKwxLKZEGobV8AziyiIlfqBaNCcAb1JKf-YMYibzDkNSWPZHwGx_IsWijmYiim5T7YQboUIMIhW3glQ/w400-h400/IMG_2659.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's hard to deny statements like this when you think about it. Mr. Wayne can be a little bit extreme in his views, however, I want to believe him more and more. His books really do hit home the point that education is the responsibility of the parents and start at birth. He has a whole book that talks about how God has an opinion and he has tons of Scripture to back it up. He's a homeschool dad who I believe was also homeschooled.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3yBZGpWiqOzgTxbhK8xiwrqE-vgjzJ-M7hHa1UW1S-GgJdJFK-L13I6m86pzKc-Z1UY10xb0fLjg5NenzYmJWcYrTluZI5NcZV4cHWQDBMpdjllo7db4sS493VvItWNlF2fXEMm4q4kqOk94TQowjAGB53RTuflFgJFHl2Wj7wUiV-raQjoU0g/s4032/IMG_2660.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv3yBZGpWiqOzgTxbhK8xiwrqE-vgjzJ-M7hHa1UW1S-GgJdJFK-L13I6m86pzKc-Z1UY10xb0fLjg5NenzYmJWcYrTluZI5NcZV4cHWQDBMpdjllo7db4sS493VvItWNlF2fXEMm4q4kqOk94TQowjAGB53RTuflFgJFHl2Wj7wUiV-raQjoU0g/s320/IMG_2660.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I took advantage of the natural light coming in the windows to get a good photo of Socks. There's my handsome boy. Besides the "racing stripes" from how Keturah has brushed him over the last few years, doesn't he look like he's pretty healthy?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaQZ9cwwiWbSfr-xiGykJBTDdxpuEAe1So6wGrzwGQGVB8X4f9Ap_QFsm8028vcTenkWNEa37ZbZZuaxfXpcUhTiWm4j_pEnnT-BnlwPRqnls99-bdhIjFBpwVYmurntk2xnkZTsxey3Z9d6-U3qSNsN51OC1EPhgPpCW946OiUJBBu1AQhmA1Q/s4032/IMG_2661.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaQZ9cwwiWbSfr-xiGykJBTDdxpuEAe1So6wGrzwGQGVB8X4f9Ap_QFsm8028vcTenkWNEa37ZbZZuaxfXpcUhTiWm4j_pEnnT-BnlwPRqnls99-bdhIjFBpwVYmurntk2xnkZTsxey3Z9d6-U3qSNsN51OC1EPhgPpCW946OiUJBBu1AQhmA1Q/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For a pyrenees/retriever mix, he's at a nice healthy weight. I think the doctor was concerned at his quick drop in weight. He went from 78 lbs to 73lbs. He was at 73lbs for many years and then jumped to 78lbs last year after we started on his medication and peanut butter routine. Not bad for a 12 yr old puppy doggie. He's panting because he's a bit stressed. His heart condition/arithmia hinders him from getting enough oxygen so then he needs more air quickly. Poor buddy. It doesn't help that Abishai was getting wound up having Daddy there playing with him. Hold on, buddy, I'll get you home and resettled, promise. Oh my puppy doggy. I love you so much!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="hgKElc">Friday - Field Trip Day</span></span><p></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- First impressions today, and then details tomorrow. (Details didn't happen the next day, or the next. I added photos nearly two weeks later. So, I'm just going to journal a bit with those and call it good.)<br /></span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- First impressions. The turnout was incredible! I was expecting just a handful of families but we filled up the community room and then some! For just a tiny museum in "nowheresville" Indiana, I was so thrilled for them. Let me back up. We went to the Wilbur Wright Birthplace in Millsville, IN today. Orville was not born here, he was born in Ohio, so the Wrights only lived here for a short time I believe. The museum focused on the Wright brothers and their career as a whole though, so that was awesome. The main museum for them is in Dayton, Ohio, where they really settled and had their bicycle shop and where their main experiments took place, other than Kitty Hawk. And I already knew that, so I was expecting just a hole in the wall type place. But I was very impressed with all that this little place had. From a replica of the Wright brothers' plane that they flew at Kitty Hawk to their shed to the actual birthplace house and shed of course, to the rest of the museum that contained an incredible set up of a mini street that had their printing press, bicycle repair shop, main store, school, dress shop, barber and more, it was quite impressive. It's been there for awhile, and maybe private funds put it together because it is not funded by the national parks or anything like the one in Dayton I think is. All the more reason to go visit it and support it. It also had an old pre-Korean war fighter jet on display. And lots of old tools and artifacts in the house and shed and museum. I mean some things are easy to get a hold of given it's only 100-150 years ago, and it can easily be sourced at auctions here in Indiana, if you are just getting an approximation of what things were like back then. There were a few actual artifacts, too, given by certain families, as well, from the local community. </span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- The staff were friendly and the typical down to earth Hoosier hospitality rural locals you know and love. They were down two major staff people and were running their butts off, but they made things happen, God bless them. And of course we homeschoolers did our best to go with the flow for them and did no complaining. There were some teens helping them, so either they had stayed home from school to help today because others were missing or they are homeschooled, too, but they were good kids and did their jobs without complaint or goofing off in between. I just remember talking to someone from there 18-24 months ago when they wanted to start these homeschool days and how excited she was to reach out to the homeschool community. It was awesome to see it come to fruition now and see it grow and grow as the word gets out. And now they provide lunch as part of their fee and it had plenty of food in it with chips and a sandwhich and cookies and a piece of fruit or applesauce, all put together by hand by a 60 something year old. Meanwhile, it was probably her spouse that was the one leading us in a talk about flax seed and we plenty some to take home. And perhaps it was their daughter leading the whole day. Who knows, but in our part of the woods, it's not unheard of things like this to be a family affair. And they even enlisted the local volunteer fire department from two townships to come out and be available to the kids. That was pretty sweet. We didn't go back and get on the trucks, but yeah, I think the event is getting bigger each time.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- We did get to see everything, although, I really wanted to read everything since it's a tiny museum and I could have learned a lot more details. I did learn that the Wrights' dad, Milton, was a bishop of the United Brethren church. So, they had a pulpit on display, as well as a glass stained window that had been donated to the museum that had been part of one of the local churches in the area that Mr. Wright had preached at. And a list of favorite Scriptures. And I guess the older couple are Christians because the guy weaved in some "God created this amazing world" and the gal had us pray before we ate." Love it! Gotta love rural Indiana! I did kind of mutter to myself when coming back into Franklin Township "ewww, suburbia, do I have to come back home to this nasty stuff?" Sigh. I'll always be drawn to the countryside, even if it's "nowheresville." Nowheresville is where life is slow and God is honored. And farmers live. And respect actually happens. I'm done with progressives, let's just say that.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- It was a long drive there and back because the traffic patterns were annoying. Lots of nonsense "construction" zones were no active construction was going on and then trucks not moving out of the passing lane to let others like me pass at higher rates of speed. And then we detoured to get McDonald's on the way home, and gas, and pickup Kya. The kids were way over it by the time we got home, and I was way over listening to them as well. We all had time outs. I just want to be left alone for the next 24 hrs. I have a lot to process right now. Today was my mother's 12th anniversary of going to Heaven. I started the day with the anticipation we would have some fun doing a normal homeschooling thing, going on a field trip, in honor of her. But I always forget that I have to negotiate moody teens and the ADHD 7 yr old and my own expectations of a field trip. And well, it wasn't the worst field trip ever, but after a long week of fighting with the teens, I had had enough with them. I don't want to talk to them. I feel disrespected, dishonored, and that I've ruined my mother's legacy and my legacy is also ruined now that these two are nearly grown. Never mind that I argued with Benaiah and the rest of the family yesterday after I should them a video about the township tax referendum and my opinion about it and of course no one agrees with me that public school is bad. Of course. So, I'm hitting a low point and need a break. My eyes hurt from driving. I feel punched in the gut from all this stress this week over mowing and kids who can't even pretend to be interested on a field trip in order to honor their mom and their grandmother, and then when I literally say I don't want to engage with anyone, I still have to because Jared comes home literally crying in pain because he tweaked his back again. Great. Whatever. It's a good thing we have nothing on the schedule tomorrow and it's supposed to rain so no mowing can get done. But don't talk to me. Literally. Don't expect anything from me. I want to be left alone. Go away. I don't want to be near anyone that disagrees with me in the slightest. I'm tired of being in a fight with everyone about something. I just want to be with MY people. And if you aren't MY people, you can't help me today. </span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- My family is literally never there for me when I need them. And never supportive of who I am and what I believe. Because, if you are a Christian, you would at least consider, that my opinion could be right. You would be open to thinking for a moment and actually compare it to Scripture. But you aren't. I get upset at Christians, who believe in the Bible, that think that public school is ok for their children. It is not. There is only one option for Bible believing Christians, and that's to pull them out of the den of wolves. ONE option at this point. I'm not talking to the families that are broken, to the parents that are drug addicts, to the kids that are in unsafe environments. My niece and nephew live with an unsafe mother. They can't be homeschooled. I'm not talking about heathens. I'm talking about Christians. Christian parents in Franklin Township that are working two jobs because they decided they needed a $400,000 home. I'm talking to people that go to Indian Creek that should know better about finances. I'm talking about the staff and their kids. I'm talking about all the people we know personally. God fearing people trying to raise their children right. How can they send their kids to the wolves every other day of the week? But then I turn my head and my children are misbehaving and are disrespectful towards me and it makes me the worst hypocrite in the world and it's so embarrassing how they've turned out. I don't get it. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Oh wait, my children only treat ME this way. They are saints for everyone else. I'm just beat up. I've been bullied every day. I haven't seen my support system in weeks apart from Kelly. And now Jared's made an appointment this coming Friday and screwed up my entire plan. I have to go to appointment because he won't ask the right questions. And even if he did, he won't interrupt the answers right or tell me exactly what the doctor said. And I've been dying to know from his surgeon if he can freaking go to the chiropractor and other therapies and can he do some exercises for his core or not. He should have known better not to make it on Friday and should have known I would want to go with him. But no one thinks of my schedule or that I would want to go. No one thinks of me. Everyone is selfish. So selfish. I'm always thinking about other people, what they would think if I did this or that. Why can't they think about me, how I would feel if they did this or that? Nope, just walk all over me, day or night. As Jared says, 'No one cares about you. The world doesn't revolve around you. No one's thinking about how to piss you off." Well, I wish they would. Known, valued, and loved. It would be grand. The only people who seem to care are other homeschoolers who need advice. So, I go to where I'm needed. Even if it's just advice that works in theory and didn't quite work out in real life for us. Even if we're the family with grumbling teens who fight at a field trip and a crumbling 7r yr old having a meltdown in the middle of a museum. Ugh, why can't we just do something without fussing in front of a crowd? Just shut up you 3! Just shut up for once! Everybody else's kids are silent in public! They all look shy and stunned! Maybe my kids are too socialized or something. They are too comfortable being out and about. Who knows. But it's embarrassing. Sigh. It's not worth it anymore. Not worth it. Why do I bother? Why? Next year, it's only Abishai and I and we are starting over. And I'm training him how do museums well. How to read signs. How to slow down. How to look at artifacts. No more rushing through. I'm so over this. This stops now.</span></span></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"><span class="hgKElc">- Silence, solitude, and Sabbath tomorrow, even if Jared has grading to do, I don't care. I didn't get to properly grieve my mother today. But inside, my body knew what day it was. Tomorrow, I want to be left alone. Because I have more than her to grieve. <br /></span></span></p><p></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"></span></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDAm2mjCFu-gVv869_59lJ-ws8EsRNX-dqoxFYnEvPQbYnX5ey20OzjhnnAcik-Jyiadmp1h9wyhXPjEkjj_sgGQztB-i6oJGgp8ItEG9eI68x232J_Ee92vLrN_67Rw86wKSgQJPZKBqWh016-0rW_pN8In-h2x__8YKu2E7CJIrAiv43H5xYg/s4032/IMG_2664.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDAm2mjCFu-gVv869_59lJ-ws8EsRNX-dqoxFYnEvPQbYnX5ey20OzjhnnAcik-Jyiadmp1h9wyhXPjEkjj_sgGQztB-i6oJGgp8ItEG9eI68x232J_Ee92vLrN_67Rw86wKSgQJPZKBqWh016-0rW_pN8In-h2x__8YKu2E7CJIrAiv43H5xYg/s320/IMG_2664.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, how about that. You go out to a rural area and the locals make a quilt for historical landmark. Probably was sold at an auction or something to raise money. Very nice!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="ILfuVd"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRm-h8ZTlpTpY4txWS_FcpWcrBblyZHmYs3iActCWIP3zkaM59SLaLpfjWiSU4q4x2IQvjlr2T2WbqWAKXvnpEal2aI5AQtdv-wEDQS_zDuZ4vO8ZuaFit5eZsPI7Jh0xgxZS4OsZ6dNfgY0hewITfiQnQ1FGFsrktYhU_gCL-rarybuQJG6eqw/s4032/IMG_2665.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYRm-h8ZTlpTpY4txWS_FcpWcrBblyZHmYs3iActCWIP3zkaM59SLaLpfjWiSU4q4x2IQvjlr2T2WbqWAKXvnpEal2aI5AQtdv-wEDQS_zDuZ4vO8ZuaFit5eZsPI7Jh0xgxZS4OsZ6dNfgY0hewITfiQnQ1FGFsrktYhU_gCL-rarybuQJG6eqw/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiSBuAPkmA_gLW5elUVF27TARF2HrlbQYw0iG_cSOMnDV1m7_scAOzP6lTLWj4btok_O1ZrAx6YISDjXyalZOA97IqlaFYHaaoFkkNpGkgtVNYMRvY9w6rAA5iMXcc-gFtojS9b-cggAyrd88jrwmYcO9HMCLv6BRR1AxWJyLklupbUzcpMNUew/s4032/IMG_2666.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiSBuAPkmA_gLW5elUVF27TARF2HrlbQYw0iG_cSOMnDV1m7_scAOzP6lTLWj4btok_O1ZrAx6YISDjXyalZOA97IqlaFYHaaoFkkNpGkgtVNYMRvY9w6rAA5iMXcc-gFtojS9b-cggAyrd88jrwmYcO9HMCLv6BRR1AxWJyLklupbUzcpMNUew/w640-h480/IMG_2666.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to text Jared to ask him what this was. He said he was pre-Korean war something or other. I thought Abishai would be more impressed. He wasn't. He's not into old airplanes like Jared is, but he loves the really fast sports cars.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="ILfuVd"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GSzscTamrH4DwinGNPZZ5rF_Prw85-q_7RjKl6XK8reuaVBL5_VECDx7WrglCaJb5B0d-J2KikbtyXZOBuEcmJhMgSeg9Nb5h1Qwm8uKk2y8I1fmV10WQiNZHLPAvwIxM4qsalqiIC3iK8ZPncNzfsyaC9j1-1h6eVy8N5m15NFxX_YGTuzSEw/s4032/IMG_2667.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6GSzscTamrH4DwinGNPZZ5rF_Prw85-q_7RjKl6XK8reuaVBL5_VECDx7WrglCaJb5B0d-J2KikbtyXZOBuEcmJhMgSeg9Nb5h1Qwm8uKk2y8I1fmV10WQiNZHLPAvwIxM4qsalqiIC3iK8ZPncNzfsyaC9j1-1h6eVy8N5m15NFxX_YGTuzSEw/w640-h480/IMG_2667.JPG" width="640" /></a></span></div><span class="ILfuVd"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ISKjLZ7DLiZIXjIFG3nnkDZofaWbhvkNvVAxVULFVllqeH7mA_DKxryjEoFaUoOiZNECqbRDjYkfb5axzr6Oab_IW3MU0wLSQDBQB5Sz8-Qgh_9J-KW06HEcru_F9QAiiopKI3vd_iobb0zPL3R1tjZC95RwkXtxJPgOHu9Kn2Nr5UEyVXrWzw/s4032/IMG_2669.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ISKjLZ7DLiZIXjIFG3nnkDZofaWbhvkNvVAxVULFVllqeH7mA_DKxryjEoFaUoOiZNECqbRDjYkfb5axzr6Oab_IW3MU0wLSQDBQB5Sz8-Qgh_9J-KW06HEcru_F9QAiiopKI3vd_iobb0zPL3R1tjZC95RwkXtxJPgOHu9Kn2Nr5UEyVXrWzw/s320/IMG_2669.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We learned all about flax and how it was grown in Indiana before corn and soy became the more popular crops. Then we got to plant some to take home. The Wright brothers would have had some on their farm and possibly used fabric made from flax on their airplane wings.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p></p><p><span class="ILfuVd"></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzl159LLW9_5XfsMfy-eUualSV_cJFdsfNnkcXviRbHNE0F-RkFDWm31NvPIydz8yN14wKfnvM8nlw-26kbBQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span class="ILfuVd"><br /></span><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2nT3dN4AwWa3_dnYew9eQJYethJ9agKxlc2WAUHNTdzKdYOGlvM1Q3UiZJ1o9uu5gLt05MtG2xMxlvL-X_ygedgPXtCug4XC8YYh3ViYEpyD8IsCW8ud28i_bf8wB5Jvwxm6ckjv8LrPcHZywOthRuFc-hZ5y5dSRNtmB4IoIJEaHyb8exebnQ/s4032/IMG_2670.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2nT3dN4AwWa3_dnYew9eQJYethJ9agKxlc2WAUHNTdzKdYOGlvM1Q3UiZJ1o9uu5gLt05MtG2xMxlvL-X_ygedgPXtCug4XC8YYh3ViYEpyD8IsCW8ud28i_bf8wB5Jvwxm6ckjv8LrPcHZywOthRuFc-hZ5y5dSRNtmB4IoIJEaHyb8exebnQ/s320/IMG_2670.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The advantages of being the tall big brother who can do the activity just over your head, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="ILfuVd"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2ZqEFK67bWVsVcdf8xhJO48II2107GUsXRXdzNAZHfMhrrUNZiqZo1hHJa9qdaRZqcRGlMH65rhOrTUHgUSgZG0M8dkFUP7EoPPEiPlr1numIBIDeY-u5SVlwNDT2vyXWqYPZMYa4eArOa5rJd_RLiLr7yO-cg8CTXj_mddhUkHomxVnsm48Dw/s4032/IMG_2671.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2ZqEFK67bWVsVcdf8xhJO48II2107GUsXRXdzNAZHfMhrrUNZiqZo1hHJa9qdaRZqcRGlMH65rhOrTUHgUSgZG0M8dkFUP7EoPPEiPlr1numIBIDeY-u5SVlwNDT2vyXWqYPZMYa4eArOa5rJd_RLiLr7yO-cg8CTXj_mddhUkHomxVnsm48Dw/s320/IMG_2671.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Planting the flax seeds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52nDu4IWRman_ffaqVMdC6iSe0q_X-R-Q4B2hWJuTDjTyrqa_xZzIVg33fZ6WCWCr1VTnQmjyBBcWJxlxpGBLvzZQBbyi9fqz4Nuda-ayyJRDBjCa2yr5tHq-7QjW8oZSsaKUJLAqBREuPVwtMARCneiWctpOlqa6Br3jgfOQ0I0ErBTBWu1NiQ/s3520/IMG_2674.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52nDu4IWRman_ffaqVMdC6iSe0q_X-R-Q4B2hWJuTDjTyrqa_xZzIVg33fZ6WCWCr1VTnQmjyBBcWJxlxpGBLvzZQBbyi9fqz4Nuda-ayyJRDBjCa2yr5tHq-7QjW8oZSsaKUJLAqBREuPVwtMARCneiWctpOlqa6Br3jgfOQ0I0ErBTBWu1NiQ/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah did it, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqGbmq4m85sBl_G0xm9VDnleJSvYRMC_dhPqyccXx5rT0yelweD2oTErzWkD-lIO3RwgG4ydaxdHzXp1-jwfx0MMjErBur-f0pGYij8H_-1YgVV96jZY-KoqtBcTXooa8MuX23S_VdVTxj6QKmzDmDScQqkM9y6epkQ4BkaErjoCAiAYrUaelCg/s4032/IMG_2676.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqGbmq4m85sBl_G0xm9VDnleJSvYRMC_dhPqyccXx5rT0yelweD2oTErzWkD-lIO3RwgG4ydaxdHzXp1-jwfx0MMjErBur-f0pGYij8H_-1YgVV96jZY-KoqtBcTXooa8MuX23S_VdVTxj6QKmzDmDScQqkM9y6epkQ4BkaErjoCAiAYrUaelCg/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Their entrance fee for the day including a guided tour, the activity, and a handmade lunch with lots of yummy food for $9 or something like that. Pretty cheap if you ask me. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBpk58rUN0uNiL8LF__7K1C47oOrFoEHHWSSrFcGbfuUi0pgN8wDT-reYPZXN__FJWYnUuDrs_GmQEivrCEixMHPxweGHUK8hgLZZqnRpNKGY4ASgsrOboj29VjRhwP0fB_FTi_Y3br_Yrgqg_wK2WhfeIBubwEu57gnhF8ViYUSBMJnc6MHm2w/s4032/IMG_2677.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBpk58rUN0uNiL8LF__7K1C47oOrFoEHHWSSrFcGbfuUi0pgN8wDT-reYPZXN__FJWYnUuDrs_GmQEivrCEixMHPxweGHUK8hgLZZqnRpNKGY4ASgsrOboj29VjRhwP0fB_FTi_Y3br_Yrgqg_wK2WhfeIBubwEu57gnhF8ViYUSBMJnc6MHm2w/w480-h640/IMG_2677.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Kokomo Opalescent Glass Company is still in operation today and a well known field trip among homeschoolers. But how said that Wilbur didn't get to see the dedication. At least they believed in not having the church in debt though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNeZ7-I5gb86gl7pZd6eA8kHf6dobAgCzXS2FXurERtu1IuBfdygaExiWSgwgQyoYQM8DcmUxXGZba8QTrps8mL67_4orxDQvR_gAAut051S6Au1braqVUey8M9hOcmh6gu7Enn4N0NDK4s67o_TZ8gLBfgzfGq48EqN7ST4sz1Ifh1-rRC4vhw/s4032/IMG_2678.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfNeZ7-I5gb86gl7pZd6eA8kHf6dobAgCzXS2FXurERtu1IuBfdygaExiWSgwgQyoYQM8DcmUxXGZba8QTrps8mL67_4orxDQvR_gAAut051S6Au1braqVUey8M9hOcmh6gu7Enn4N0NDK4s67o_TZ8gLBfgzfGq48EqN7ST4sz1Ifh1-rRC4vhw/w640-h480/IMG_2678.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRP40YwC_WO5mpsOrK-FnlHGONfrBskbeDXNOglmiqA1AzVFYn27j7zymfU54NLAjpqXCuSCNRX8T4-dcETQXS1VY2_2NB96MiEBz9O4-jzlW8KuV9JQN222-IVPUwpH1zWzVCrENPQimbqwoD40HtCTB2jlUonEX0_aUquJSFWjaTWJqF-EoYg/s4032/IMG_2679.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRP40YwC_WO5mpsOrK-FnlHGONfrBskbeDXNOglmiqA1AzVFYn27j7zymfU54NLAjpqXCuSCNRX8T4-dcETQXS1VY2_2NB96MiEBz9O4-jzlW8KuV9JQN222-IVPUwpH1zWzVCrENPQimbqwoD40HtCTB2jlUonEX0_aUquJSFWjaTWJqF-EoYg/w480-h640/IMG_2679.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Probably saved when the church was torn down or something, which is common in these parts. Or the churches are repurposed or windows are upgraded to be more efficient.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_IYt2IaNh3k5UWps4Fj8cFA_3L-hoR96ST3JQ5qSenRj5S0_unp3gLQBvJkQ6LvRc51KUNpU7J5_BUCREFdObbmEfW7UkxUkWL0IWdpqDbKqzwYYPgWM_by1T7ltldw4Iv2pjBCHaR_Ln6Pok6oObKagp-NSWN_yxn2vnQ3v7cG9zU2Or1nsAw/s4032/IMG_2681.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_IYt2IaNh3k5UWps4Fj8cFA_3L-hoR96ST3JQ5qSenRj5S0_unp3gLQBvJkQ6LvRc51KUNpU7J5_BUCREFdObbmEfW7UkxUkWL0IWdpqDbKqzwYYPgWM_by1T7ltldw4Iv2pjBCHaR_Ln6Pok6oObKagp-NSWN_yxn2vnQ3v7cG9zU2Or1nsAw/w480-h640/IMG_2681.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I tried to show this to Abishai but he wasn't interested. Lots of the kids on the field trip were this age.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtzfLTWgcwxVA5aVqxnFCbn73E_-1mkkIqlzw8GHraYLUVNoLudNX9ZdIMNLNQ4WQa1J7HNkLv4KsjD5sOebJCLlW0f8t9PGSScEQbB8nFevUejkkWxpTbanTwMylJHzppyqBTCzanwba7KDtkJzR3DbvCuUFEsk0wL8pRNP-NnDq1yd0SgWfEg/s4032/IMG_2685.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMtzfLTWgcwxVA5aVqxnFCbn73E_-1mkkIqlzw8GHraYLUVNoLudNX9ZdIMNLNQ4WQa1J7HNkLv4KsjD5sOebJCLlW0f8t9PGSScEQbB8nFevUejkkWxpTbanTwMylJHzppyqBTCzanwba7KDtkJzR3DbvCuUFEsk0wL8pRNP-NnDq1yd0SgWfEg/s320/IMG_2685.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved how the top of the museum flowed down into this display. And then down around this full scale model, you walk to the left into the street in Dayton, Ohio where their bike shop is (it's the more official museum for the Wright brothers) and after that you walk back into the community room. Immediately after this ramp though, you walk into the camp at Kitty Hawk (see photo below). This whole set up was done by volunteers and donations. It's pretty neat. This same model is on display at the Science and Technology Museum in Chicago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTVpq-QtqK8SZf9rQUksgl0aK25Ch_0VY20BboQoWFYcp9NOjfmv6Zml0x03D5Wt6ZYr2uLfQ69Z8VLeOrGdwVP9VWkjhONDpindsSQZT3ip0yJhPjSb6M9ifPOFryhKbzIj8SA1I8tzNA5TJK07DkIlN_6Dkw5XefbusD_a69mJElN_yOzH1hQ/s4032/IMG_2686.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBTVpq-QtqK8SZf9rQUksgl0aK25Ch_0VY20BboQoWFYcp9NOjfmv6Zml0x03D5Wt6ZYr2uLfQ69Z8VLeOrGdwVP9VWkjhONDpindsSQZT3ip0yJhPjSb6M9ifPOFryhKbzIj8SA1I8tzNA5TJK07DkIlN_6Dkw5XefbusD_a69mJElN_yOzH1hQ/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Small model of the house, outhouse, smokehouse and barn as well as the Wright brothers' plane when they lived here on this property.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij38JDP-gaP9UJYmjbb0pMS1vqyVbaW9i5eeu9tnoPDHKsiHGUIjr5RqjP6FW9GiFMZQ2wCkGaTB7dAsI2vw-05F0qdVRUzdVrgio6CzTLhIoZdcKlk7wQ47MxcKTMcNRUPz65LLU6gNlb5i14gBnh0KdIllSpV1JbUeMk5eMYTQUvhawaCArd6w/s4032/IMG_2689.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij38JDP-gaP9UJYmjbb0pMS1vqyVbaW9i5eeu9tnoPDHKsiHGUIjr5RqjP6FW9GiFMZQ2wCkGaTB7dAsI2vw-05F0qdVRUzdVrgio6CzTLhIoZdcKlk7wQ47MxcKTMcNRUPz65LLU6gNlb5i14gBnh0KdIllSpV1JbUeMk5eMYTQUvhawaCArd6w/s320/IMG_2689.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Wright brothers not only invented the airplane but improved on other inventions like the printing press and bicycles. Here is their print shop.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTC4B1xYg7qOyPuWx4QXFBsHpaz9rCTwX4LVds98RfG2vVaQJ-dZRrLlXx2efVj5PT8jA5R5UqDT7W33yBOSLmkHNOj-8p676pPDv6cvmAed7uM4_3IqBwLhf0uTqT1ngalaZIkck1pBzQY7F_9wPIxiRS8dlScCmGxK84bJyYqjwZ64sLHYNBQ/s4032/IMG_2692.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTC4B1xYg7qOyPuWx4QXFBsHpaz9rCTwX4LVds98RfG2vVaQJ-dZRrLlXx2efVj5PT8jA5R5UqDT7W33yBOSLmkHNOj-8p676pPDv6cvmAed7uM4_3IqBwLhf0uTqT1ngalaZIkck1pBzQY7F_9wPIxiRS8dlScCmGxK84bJyYqjwZ64sLHYNBQ/s320/IMG_2692.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spy with my little eye, my little guy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSszgjDJTw4LGP9iXShtEn5eowYJDo7Xp0QVjJRDBfc7Mm0e3PUxVsYiEnBnIfu7Uq8tRQBfXnzLpYxrdFuvPZvuB1X8dGpisqzxmTdz4oFTsesLAOUKdRid5Wse4QPbZl5Rm0LQW_plXUaHKbjuW1gmzeUyjpIMx-Ff_QHUylLq-3bFLtSau5sQ/s4032/IMG_2693.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSszgjDJTw4LGP9iXShtEn5eowYJDo7Xp0QVjJRDBfc7Mm0e3PUxVsYiEnBnIfu7Uq8tRQBfXnzLpYxrdFuvPZvuB1X8dGpisqzxmTdz4oFTsesLAOUKdRid5Wse4QPbZl5Rm0LQW_plXUaHKbjuW1gmzeUyjpIMx-Ff_QHUylLq-3bFLtSau5sQ/s320/IMG_2693.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here is part of the Wright brothers' bicycle shop.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUKQ_mZdtAtPcl-US7DWO5FQVTI6a6TEnHaJUlXtNryruMPCGyxQRyVAvPOG4ZIiamkQdo2sscVbU2viM3B13RzxwwoEA7g0zN0oFg3QYgrlTycInWQJGG1gorPYW6hubUGo7cN2HSu2m1GHD8VtT_TRRO_FTVi9H0KtfSJahKa5TXa0uHN6y0A/s4032/IMG_2694.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUKQ_mZdtAtPcl-US7DWO5FQVTI6a6TEnHaJUlXtNryruMPCGyxQRyVAvPOG4ZIiamkQdo2sscVbU2viM3B13RzxwwoEA7g0zN0oFg3QYgrlTycInWQJGG1gorPYW6hubUGo7cN2HSu2m1GHD8VtT_TRRO_FTVi9H0KtfSJahKa5TXa0uHN6y0A/s320/IMG_2694.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the 3D way they put vintage tools and desks and things with 2D cut out people.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB023J4ji0MPK5J2JO6ciTN0BHJM3QyLVN0ZnDaiudI372eiGnhM8qFaNvft3BZ01D82FiJtmDzZTPd8KC1RR7ZPMr3IzN9YvClAFPwpAZCwjiqsbAq7UxUmCpU7Q22lWpn8pgxghYFnQLJXdy6Q6dPVMsPPwmBuwChqadNtZ7p0I2V9LlVrbU4w/s4032/IMG_2696.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB023J4ji0MPK5J2JO6ciTN0BHJM3QyLVN0ZnDaiudI372eiGnhM8qFaNvft3BZ01D82FiJtmDzZTPd8KC1RR7ZPMr3IzN9YvClAFPwpAZCwjiqsbAq7UxUmCpU7Q22lWpn8pgxghYFnQLJXdy6Q6dPVMsPPwmBuwChqadNtZ7p0I2V9LlVrbU4w/s320/IMG_2696.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom, are we done yet? No, I have to take a quick pic of you in front of the sample of what school was like. See, it was definitely different 100 years ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj9lSRsiy7NrjSNC1l7DE9LyftUrWsh_fKGy8G5BnA1fr3K2pxM5jRIhoE4PvqBAofu5RCyGOWNw-uBmg1LHVyFqmvQUhz8XSdodOzlv1MyRZssKFJOO9x3AEfr8ucFToArDQWADUDekhwssoafMPhW7gm8vlhEDyA67LobEeQ76l82WV1jQyhw/s4032/IMG_2697.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNj9lSRsiy7NrjSNC1l7DE9LyftUrWsh_fKGy8G5BnA1fr3K2pxM5jRIhoE4PvqBAofu5RCyGOWNw-uBmg1LHVyFqmvQUhz8XSdodOzlv1MyRZssKFJOO9x3AEfr8ucFToArDQWADUDekhwssoafMPhW7gm8vlhEDyA67LobEeQ76l82WV1jQyhw/s320/IMG_2697.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">General store with old crank washing machine checkers made out of an old dried out corn on the cob cut into medallions.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFlaaMiQWNnoctyPdgGqwIJkAsLkmlT5ewPa5lEBRJX4SlmpPIA5hc-Y5vRF-_R_Q0xWApELf4X8Aa_6RVzt94e3FKiQ0qwwNOmdNvHwhqoIhd32-K7uK0QIOCWILPzi_1-41KsYWcSOXl1vDncDEgwTHRggFKouIN6Pqy-wKNdQVMxxeNP534g/s4032/IMG_2698.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFlaaMiQWNnoctyPdgGqwIJkAsLkmlT5ewPa5lEBRJX4SlmpPIA5hc-Y5vRF-_R_Q0xWApELf4X8Aa_6RVzt94e3FKiQ0qwwNOmdNvHwhqoIhd32-K7uK0QIOCWILPzi_1-41KsYWcSOXl1vDncDEgwTHRggFKouIN6Pqy-wKNdQVMxxeNP534g/s320/IMG_2698.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous loom!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN0NmuPXBq6MMl-ZMrCYxQD8Xjk2AjQR7Jc0iCJm7GN9EVZLEC_3TvycYVIOp10sjCDPe5-ZJNgjUDCZNP0Irv3T6plGQx_BgpnJ6W85dYt2kT_pSvEDyEhCRjRCcf1PmkUSWNvNK19q5Nsehm6QrUjoNigpnaymWZBjb6BBxVjKanoZHbou37g/s4032/IMG_2699.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieN0NmuPXBq6MMl-ZMrCYxQD8Xjk2AjQR7Jc0iCJm7GN9EVZLEC_3TvycYVIOp10sjCDPe5-ZJNgjUDCZNP0Irv3T6plGQx_BgpnJ6W85dYt2kT_pSvEDyEhCRjRCcf1PmkUSWNvNK19q5Nsehm6QrUjoNigpnaymWZBjb6BBxVjKanoZHbou37g/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kitchen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrMSWaEcrkDxASpzjR4WOYecGPLHkFpyaeFhgNIdlyNzJPnfCHmFI1jRGoEuCxH98w291RANS7rxhy5tS2ze6FAte-MBY0O8w7VSEYs5ZUXYOLnzLT7FGXulMlzVof0OzWBRDNPfYDiOD7cCswPk5eqk6nL_qhEEsyu5-0idAR79fX4ZoJoFAfQ/s4032/IMG_2700.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvrMSWaEcrkDxASpzjR4WOYecGPLHkFpyaeFhgNIdlyNzJPnfCHmFI1jRGoEuCxH98w291RANS7rxhy5tS2ze6FAte-MBY0O8w7VSEYs5ZUXYOLnzLT7FGXulMlzVof0OzWBRDNPfYDiOD7cCswPk5eqk6nL_qhEEsyu5-0idAR79fX4ZoJoFAfQ/s320/IMG_2700.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not sure if this was supposed to be a downstairs bedroom or not, but fine example of what was available 100 years ago.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiM-Er7Eaqn1oIr_7JG5tKK_uLRYveSK4njxgllYu4pXiXB0zh6JAFBgpjlPZIj5c0G2rkIY5GiTQ0NLyevMvDDXGt7TMmfhBkMxuQchcJge6g8ZIq7iZfQA0cOkkLCN7hF9fFmpnjf-I-1k5g9caziJsfCBxQjLiOXDXmGo4Q_pZfXY1i41ijg/s4032/IMG_2701.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiM-Er7Eaqn1oIr_7JG5tKK_uLRYveSK4njxgllYu4pXiXB0zh6JAFBgpjlPZIj5c0G2rkIY5GiTQ0NLyevMvDDXGt7TMmfhBkMxuQchcJge6g8ZIq7iZfQA0cOkkLCN7hF9fFmpnjf-I-1k5g9caziJsfCBxQjLiOXDXmGo4Q_pZfXY1i41ijg/w480-h640/IMG_2701.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that's a nice price for a haircut and a shave!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFV5SxOThGf2b3WBTz6n5uF8PQ23EYsHzavAQQbjNUN1mbFD2MrLxD286f1g-cf3jUeQnu6uT5A4AF7Ay4vLnRUzYHpj_clIJ7rGclrYkcm6WFjna3RHJEdJWPt6brucpQt9fU2IeSlebVapx4_4sSORiv10JqQRbc9SK_-Rytpdna4MVvspZEQ/s4032/IMG_2702.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFV5SxOThGf2b3WBTz6n5uF8PQ23EYsHzavAQQbjNUN1mbFD2MrLxD286f1g-cf3jUeQnu6uT5A4AF7Ay4vLnRUzYHpj_clIJ7rGclrYkcm6WFjna3RHJEdJWPt6brucpQt9fU2IeSlebVapx4_4sSORiv10JqQRbc9SK_-Rytpdna4MVvspZEQ/w480-h640/IMG_2702.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Description is below.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="ILfuVd"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6wjS2azjdML_M9f-f1TH69je_bJ9RgVMwwsMPcZedajHPrbqzdFKq5TrHf31hsElxtkViwL6QzVtb7BwCV4Ru2nLVCGi3gNC_yqSO6uhbs0bwLETG-6DeFAB-W1eNKEudCidgdXWYlwDHudjUDCoOl19tQjCbBVuhKpHY8dDqdQxoMyeNHgAGA/s4032/IMG_2703.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hytOAhcxElgV5ioTbQW1fWWpBwcLluaL31hwSuvlsQfkX0ir_5zcVS2W5TFK8A7O0jFjw_TSNeWJyHXeXHx4mDARVuYdURKl-H3_wHgUIgqefKDA_SiRZ59Yoao2dOD8JlpX3ituQ-_IfXi5b-0LFeLjvLUQ53kks2kOqqHCBiNx0SMMkvmL7g/s4032/IMG_2705.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6hytOAhcxElgV5ioTbQW1fWWpBwcLluaL31hwSuvlsQfkX0ir_5zcVS2W5TFK8A7O0jFjw_TSNeWJyHXeXHx4mDARVuYdURKl-H3_wHgUIgqefKDA_SiRZ59Yoao2dOD8JlpX3ituQ-_IfXi5b-0LFeLjvLUQ53kks2kOqqHCBiNx0SMMkvmL7g/w480-h640/IMG_2705.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There was more to each side and it probably wasn't this wide, but this was the example of what the encampment was like at Kitty Hawk. The guys I guess slept in loft beds. I have no idea how because there were no railings. Abishai said he wouldn't sleep up there like that. And he even mentioned that he was going to sleep on a bottom bunk at Camp Allendale this year because he never gets to at home. The ladder I guess comes down to help them go up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHI92Sd-PShl0WO0-hHU_Uw-dmm4InYuio5FnRWdISLijE3lZSYeg2PNv1n9A7EdKABRi0iSyFtxIqNHMHDAz0bG9zphhDexq7pLP74bDqTjU6bfBS6mb-qSed32NKHG0qs3YRYhD-1Sa17N2Ce396t9DorfO6eHjuSIFbF1PaSmIM8_unyT8b-w/s1792/IMG_2706.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHI92Sd-PShl0WO0-hHU_Uw-dmm4InYuio5FnRWdISLijE3lZSYeg2PNv1n9A7EdKABRi0iSyFtxIqNHMHDAz0bG9zphhDexq7pLP74bDqTjU6bfBS6mb-qSed32NKHG0qs3YRYhD-1Sa17N2Ce396t9DorfO6eHjuSIFbF1PaSmIM8_unyT8b-w/s320/IMG_2706.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice gas mileage thanks to lots of highway driving.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3CXDcqgReCxhttfpc5O5Sge0F0vkeoUJoz7uH0khoxqv8PvmuYVjUnQUf4zv1PpePt3d149tn7VZw8hDmhPPUrn8NVTp--HqNUSsy1LyhXqLQ2vVPSCrNSOHBLgBxV6Q26yTlcqOc0HC4V0PtbR8pPrb7Avx2v5ue2oKP979csztfP6MEJmE-w/s960/IMG_2707.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="960" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3CXDcqgReCxhttfpc5O5Sge0F0vkeoUJoz7uH0khoxqv8PvmuYVjUnQUf4zv1PpePt3d149tn7VZw8hDmhPPUrn8NVTp--HqNUSsy1LyhXqLQ2vVPSCrNSOHBLgBxV6Q26yTlcqOc0HC4V0PtbR8pPrb7Avx2v5ue2oKP979csztfP6MEJmE-w/w640-h396/IMG_2707.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A great way to find some of the states, bwahahaha!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAvZu3kGZfj1GKkBgWchDV3SOkQYWjgtw0WtH1tptZe4lSMotuUsM62rdxIq7dLt6iRxuA3Yo6conEH6dnLDQqHnM9fyIHB2Zn-jtytzWQGfyNqPK-cJucOLsu7K_Z3LBb7MU6h-DSeoTHjKD3a2DjR_MEdV4kYyP_Y83F8eK-4ENPQfUR94qmQ/s4032/IMG_2708.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyAvZu3kGZfj1GKkBgWchDV3SOkQYWjgtw0WtH1tptZe4lSMotuUsM62rdxIq7dLt6iRxuA3Yo6conEH6dnLDQqHnM9fyIHB2Zn-jtytzWQGfyNqPK-cJucOLsu7K_Z3LBb7MU6h-DSeoTHjKD3a2DjR_MEdV4kYyP_Y83F8eK-4ENPQfUR94qmQ/s320/IMG_2708.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is expensive but saving my butt right now. Looks yummy! We picked up Kya on the way home from our field trip and even she ate some.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAYFHnCISGQs0WnpjA3nl6aP0u5bsLAjqQGuR4RGQiom8hTFvcZZxExWJJRp0Y6QK0XZDEiZsIK2Cq4PHAn8C09ns7AfLS7qJsLYrb2Qjw_i_fdRe-oDTb3dP56b6eiHcecNhQ1gqXpSMfaJ67KWD5gePT394MvKLVYNwuOVCDaxHUcMc4z-Yfg/s4032/IMG_2709.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsAYFHnCISGQs0WnpjA3nl6aP0u5bsLAjqQGuR4RGQiom8hTFvcZZxExWJJRp0Y6QK0XZDEiZsIK2Cq4PHAn8C09ns7AfLS7qJsLYrb2Qjw_i_fdRe-oDTb3dP56b6eiHcecNhQ1gqXpSMfaJ67KWD5gePT394MvKLVYNwuOVCDaxHUcMc4z-Yfg/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very detailed instructions on these meal kits, which is helpful. Well, if you don't know how to dice vegetables, you'll have to look that up yourselves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVhunK9uYs7TExAK1ppWm8L-xX_ZvtA15t1rRGoYpNyOMZKudM5Bvrr5x0JVpV97CQP3R30DCoApiX5eyD3Z2Fo1YScofm7mfTesVGlnHmhWyIhyLExyPXmqTkkygS8z1s0vOPHaQajgMeD_6AlDvsS1uGpRgBlMk6Ez0Xwz2uFh3Od_zbwRF5Q/s1792/IMG_2712.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwVhunK9uYs7TExAK1ppWm8L-xX_ZvtA15t1rRGoYpNyOMZKudM5Bvrr5x0JVpV97CQP3R30DCoApiX5eyD3Z2Fo1YScofm7mfTesVGlnHmhWyIhyLExyPXmqTkkygS8z1s0vOPHaQajgMeD_6AlDvsS1uGpRgBlMk6Ez0Xwz2uFh3Od_zbwRF5Q/w296-h640/IMG_2712.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what drives me insane. No room for margin. I know this is what most people's schedule looks like, but it's not how I live my life normally. Gary's sermons have been on simplicity and Sabbath, both of which he struggles with, and both of which I've struggled with, but I've also somewhat conquered in the last couple of years. So to go back and have these kinds of days creep up on me, it's frustrating.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2V6S921Jpw5ok9wetXS6-B1gxjVx1yLp4dkrZBMT0nRDLT6bJJV5406ZJnOJFm5zyW68A_-Z2UWwsTfGjrq3B2V4XTdG8jG5jYvt5wKMvmcGFbYPw-EC0wttv3A67R2fMXk8Nxu46vFXwXYsYqDlo_UJNPcLRa9W7KZUdTp8Q260n68jX160Hw/s4032/IMG_2717.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2V6S921Jpw5ok9wetXS6-B1gxjVx1yLp4dkrZBMT0nRDLT6bJJV5406ZJnOJFm5zyW68A_-Z2UWwsTfGjrq3B2V4XTdG8jG5jYvt5wKMvmcGFbYPw-EC0wttv3A67R2fMXk8Nxu46vFXwXYsYqDlo_UJNPcLRa9W7KZUdTp8Q260n68jX160Hw/w480-h640/IMG_2717.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Expectations vs. reality usually come out pretty close.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="hgKElc"><br /></span></span><p></p><p>Saturday/Sunday - Silence and Solitude</p><p>- I spent the day in Silence and Solitude. Ok, not total Silence or Solitude, but I purposefully didn't speak to my family members for most of the day. Because only negativity has been coming out of my mouth. I figured, the less that came out of my mouth, the better. I did text the kids a few things. And those were commands/demands. And I could have done less of that. But that was WAY less than I would have if I had spoken and lectured at them. And of course, I really can't have complete solitude either. I have in a household of 5 people and a dog. But I basically didn't do anything with anyone. I ate alone, I took a shower, I did laundry alone, I rested alone, I listened to a podcast, etc. While it wasn't what I really wanted to to be, a day of Sabbath rest like cross stitching and stuff, it was a day of resetting the house and letting my brain rest from heavy topics. I tried to stay clear from internet cruising, too. I had done enough fighting on there as well. That was part of the Solitude as well. Shutting everybody out. I had slept on the sofa because I honestly didn't want to be near anyone who disagreed with me on any topic. And of course Jared and I still disagree on certain topics. I just wanted to be left alone. Completely alone. He didn't understand at first, but then I explained it to him as I started to talk later in the day. We are all good now. Some of what I wrote yesterday is what I told him today.</p><p>- It was a bit frustrating for me today though, because I had to watch my children not take advantage of the gorgeous weather and mow Grandpa's yard. They could have had it done in a heartbeat. But they decided to lazy out of it. I got them to barely take a shower. Oh wait, Justin didn't shower until Sunday morning even. And I found on Sunday (I didn't even blog on Saturday because I Sabbathed) that Grandma mowed the front yard! Ugh! How am I supposed to teach these kids, Grandma!!!!! And then Grandma got a sinus infection from mowing! And my kids don't feel the least bit upset by Grandma's predicament and they won't be yelled at by Grandpa now. Ugh! Stop undermining the plan!!!!! These kids won't learn if you do it for them!!!!! They didn't even say thank you to Grandma either b/c a) I didn't think to tell them to say thank you and b) even if I had, I probably would have still been too mad to make them. Anyway, I held back on Saturday, and let them dwaddle. And when Keturah didn't obey, I simply took away her phone, without lecturing. Actually, she was supposed to put it on my desk herself and she still had it with her 2 hrs later, so she was grounded the rest of the day. All of this is not helping my "I'm a hypocrite" complex that I have. Disobedience was not going to be tolerated, so I also turned off the wifi on her and Justin to get them moving. Unfortunately, they both had data turned on on their phones, so turning off wifi didn't interrupt what they were doing! Ugh! I can't win! I give up!</p><p>- Jared worked in the yard for a good part of the day, and then rested before he made dinner. We did sit down to dinner, but still didn't really talk about our field trip. Sigh. And then of course we don't sit together on Sunday either. And Benaiah hogged the conversation again at Sunday dinner, which I did go to. I didn't say much because I didn't want to get into trouble or start a fight. I could have though. So many things I wanted to argue about. I just did it via text instead. But the other kids didn't get to talk. And Grandpa really couldn't hear well because of her sinus infection. Grandpa called in for 5 minutes on his drive from the church he was at to a lunch meeting. And that was that. Such lively dinners we have. Sigh. I need help with my conversational skills, that's for sure.</p><p>- So on Saturday, kids were lazy, had screen time, Jared worked on the yard, I worked on the inside, Abishai wandered, the end. Sunday was Sunday.</p><p>- Everybody else went to Indian Creek. Gary was somewhere else.</p><p>- And I went to my first in person worship service since Christmas and Easter. And I went to New Palestine Bible Church for the first time. I was very, very nervous and could barely eat my breakfast. I thought I was going to be late but I was just on time. I was a bit disoriented. And these people are super friendly so as soon as I stepped in the door after the door person greeted me, another person handed me a bulletin! And then I got to the door of the sanctuary and looking quite lost, so Pastor Brett himself asked if I was looking for someone and I barely eeked out, "Kellie?" "and, um, Tom?" like I couldn't remember there names! And then I don't know what Tom looks like that well, and Kellie had gone to get name tags for the grandkids, so I was hoping it was the right person I was being sat next to and phew, it was. And it took another couple of minutes of shuffling before everyone was settled down. And Tom actually asked me point blank how Leah and Gary were handling my departure. Um, wow, ok, I didn't know Kellie had told him, that's fine, I'll be my honest self, and say, we really haven't talked much about it yet. And all of this happened in like 5 minutes time. My head was swirling. Hold on, hold on, new building (well, new part of the building and it was full of people I don't know), tall people (so remember to look up and make eye contact), remember to say, "yes I'm new" but don't tell your whole story, all while scanning the whole room and taking it all in and looking for all my friends. Wowzers, so much to do all at once! Phew! It took the first two songs for my heartbeat to stop racing. I was totally not ready for all that! Now, I knew they were super friendly. I should have been prepared, but I was hoping to be a little more incognito. Nope, not these people. They see "red alert, new person, must help them." and they come running. No, literally, on the way out, the secretary chased me down to put my name on the attendance sheet. Yes, they literally take attendance by name. I haven't done that in YEARS and YEARS. Talk about being KNOWN and keeping track of people. I mean I know you can only do that in a small church, but not all small churches do that either. And THEN, an IAHE friend who just stepped down out of IAHE came over to say hi as well. I had no idea that they lived in this area. And the preacher of the day came over to Kellie after service and also said hi and tried to put two and two together, but it's ok if he doesn't remember because Pastor Rex has 5 kids and had a whirlwind of busy schedules with traveling for another speech tournament (he's a homeschool dad) so yup, it's ok. And I also saw Alexanders, and Molly's husband (she was probably helping with the kids), and the single mom with 4 kids who I guess I can say used to go to Indian Creek but I've seen hanging out with our homeschool community and goes to one of the co ops (that was a surprise), and I think I also saw what was my Young Living way higher up leader there as well (she has like 10 kids and homeschools too). All I know is that for every adult there, there was like 5 kids running around. And this church has like 150 people in it including the kids. It was mayhem. </p><p>- Anyway, I knew what to expect overall with the service after watching it the last month. But I wasn't expecting myself to feel so painfully awkward of being out in public with new people. I honestly have been sheltering too much and it shows. My social skills are at an all time low. I thought it was bad in college. Well, I guess I can't say it's worse than college because I'm more mature than that, however, it's close. At least in a setting like this where I know some people, and I'm going to be back and I'm going to have to make relationships with these people. It's easy to have a booth at an event because it's usually strangers and you'll never have to see them again. So if you mess up, oh well. It's much scarier when you are trying to impress people you'll see again. So, we'll see how it goes next week. It will be much better. It's always that first time for me. I'll try to be a tad earlier. Say hi to others that I do know. Maybe meet one or two people I don't know and so forth. And because it's a small church, I'll be able to make the rounds quickly and then I'll feel at home.</p><p>- As far as today's sermon, Pastor Rex preached today. Yes, they do say say Pastor Rex and Pastor Brett and Jared was wondering why I would say it for them and not Indian Creek people. There's no distinction for me. I'm going with the church culture in both cases. At my congregational church in Candia, we called the pastor Pastor David. At Manchester Christian Church, we called the pastor Mr. Reynolds or Frank. Or the youth guy, Tony, or the youth gal, Linda. At Indian Creek, most people call Gary, Gary. Some call him Pastor Gary. Some people call Dan, Pastor Dan. I say Pastor Dan sometimes to distinguish him from our other friend Dan who comes to do repairs on the house. So it has nothing to do with denomination of church or more respect or less or terms of endearment. Although, Pastor David is/was very dear to me. He's still living and I have him on my Facebook. He was my pastor when I got baptized and he baptized me and my mom. And I loved his family and he always reminded me of a shepherd because his family owned sheep and I connected that to King David's childhood of being a shepherd and that's why I got hooked on King David as being my favorite Bible character and then as I started to learn all of David's story and all his flaws, I fell more in love with King David and on and on and on. Anyway, Pastor David and Sunday Clark (who was my 4th grade Sunday School teacher, who was also very instrumental in bringing me to Christ). No joke, that's her first name. Anyway, back to today.</p><p>- Today's sermon was on Raising Godly Families. Not only is Pastor Rex a homeschooling dad of 5, and part time youth minister, he's also an elder at NPCC, and has a full time job I think in software engineering. He is a Christian apologist and has written a 500 page book about it as well. So, all of the boxes have been checkmarked on my list of what I look for in someone I'm going to listen to. And of course I nodded my head "yes" all the way through the sermon, as I have done in a lot of the weeks previously. Of course, I also sat there and thought, is the Sunday morning pulpit the right place for this or that. And yes, in the way that Pastor Rex presented it, absolutely yes. He did such a wonderful job putting all the thoughts together that he and I believe in and presenting in a relatable way for all. I could have easily tacked on the "and because of this, this, and this, this is why we homeschool," piece of it, and I'm sure he might, too, I don't know if he would or not, but what he said was Biblical in how I understand and what I want to be preached on a Sunday morning because I don't know of any other time that Christians are able to hear it. He touched on the hot topics just by saying their names and providing Scriptures that prove that they are sinful, which Indian Creek won't even say in a negative way, if they say them at all, abortion, sexual perversion and school agenda, witches in children's books, socialism, Christian worldview, when kids lose respect for authority (age 10-12, not college age), the communist manifesto was mentioned, all the buzzwords said loudly and boldly. No wishy washy boiled down "ooo, let's not offend anyone because we don't know what their political affiliation is" feeling. Straight up Christians believe this, because Scripture says this. There was no bashing of anyone. He simply stated we need to raise Godly families and did you know BLM was created by two lesbian women? and their agenda is.....control..... Some things that maybe others in my circles would say would be conspiracies but aren't. It was refreshing, and what I want to hear and know that my elders are fired up about. That are willing to take a stand on. No, not go downtown and protest, but hold true to the faith on by boldly proclaiming from the pulpit, not just in private conversations. Truth should be preached from the pulpit, not just hinting at the truth. It should be loud and overtly clear for everyone in the back. Don't leave us guessing. I can guess what the elders at Indian Creek believe but then again, I don't really know. And I can't follow staff and leaders that I don't really know what their personal beliefs are. Sorry.</p><p>- I also think that these conversations cannot be saved just for small group time because they don't happen during small group time. How do I know? Because I tried to bring them up and I was called judgmental for it. And the questions that are put out every week don't bring the group to a place that is deep enough to really discuss them. Everybody just agrees to disagree and no one wants to play apologist and argue with their friends. No one is bold enough to hold a political line in person. So when does it actually talked about? It doesn't. And our generation is lukewarm. So lukewarm. And I got tired of that. I want to be fed and led by these guys over here at NPBC where they are eager to greet you and eager to share Scripture and boldly share truth about what God's word says even if it's not popular with the masses. It's not political. It's just truth. God hates divorce. God hates death (abortion, suicide, including assisted suicide at the end of life). God made man and woman and marriage, there is nothing else. God told us to teach our children and not feed them to the wolves. God told us in the OT to have nothing to do with magic and sorcery. God told us not to be greedy and want big houses needing two incomes when one income and a smaller house will do and then we can homeschool our children. Of course truth about Creation, evolution, etc. Truth about history, including church history. Truth about doing good works and not lying or being in a place that lies to others (like big pharma or being a nurse or a teacher unless you really can hold your ground). </p><p>- Truth. That's all I care about. Truth over relationships with people. That's a bit of a problem, yes. That's why Jared and I are in counseling, which we will get back to next week. I realized it again when I listened to Jared talk to Benaiah. They were talking about motorcycles. I really don't care about talking about motorcycles. I really didn't care about talking to Benaiah about the ins and outs of what his next classes were going to be or his next trips are going to be (maybe because I'm jealous). Or maybe I don't care because his plans change so much and I can't keep up. I also have a lot going on this week. But it has a lot more to do with me caring that everybody knows the truth first and foremost. The rest of it is just water under the bridge. And until I get everybody on my side, nothing else matters. And that's not healthy. I get it. So I said to myself, it's ok. I'll figure out with Jared how to better relate to each other on these topics, how to put them aside or to talk about other things, how to not be obsessed with them, how to have a relationship beyond just these things, and it will trickle down to all the rest of my relationships. And this is why attending church somewhere else is a good thing. I can rest my brain from constantly combating the fight or flight feelings, focus on just worshiping normally, while I focus on just one main relationship. Meanwhile, I still won't stop sharing the truth boldly because it's what I do. And if it's not done to the standard that the world wants, that's fine. And if people require a relationship first, that's fine. Others share without having a relationship first. Prophets in the OT didn't have relationships with their people first. I will just keep speaking truth because I can't help it. And I'm beginning to think that there's a reason for that. Why am I trying to suppress something like this? Why am I trying to suppress something that God has given me to say? If it's something I believe in, that God and I have worked on and thoroughly vetted through Scripture, why do I need to keep my "opinion" to myself? If I believe it is truth, then it's not an opinion, it's truth. Creation isn't an opinion, it's truth. Jesus rising from the dead isn't an opinion, it's truth. Abortion being wrong isn't an opinion, it's truth. So why hide it? Why soften it so much that it looks like an opinion? I'm not wearing a street sign with those awful pictures of aborted babies. I think that's not nice to the poor mothers going into abortion clinics. I'm not going to yell at them. But I'm going to support life centers. And mobile clinics with ultrasound machines. And spread videos where people's hearts are changed instantly. I'm not going to hide it. I'm going to vote for pro life and pro family people. It's a hill I die on. I will cheer every time an abortion ban bill gets passed. Every single time. And I will share that at times, I did feel like it would have been easier for my parents to die sooner so they wouldn't have had to suffer so much. But there's no way we should play God like that. And I think my mother had way too much morphine and that ultimately slowed her organs down and caused her death after she was taken off the life support machines. It was awful to watch. I know what it's like. And I wished for the same for Grandma Cook at times. But again, it's not our call. It's God's call, each and every time. If I had a child with a birth defect in the womb, I would carry it as long as I could. I would go through labor and let it live as long it could. I would give it a chance. I would risk my life for a child in the womb. I would put off chemo. And I would not do IVF. Because it's all in God's control. </p><p>- Anyway, I need to stop analyzing it and just make it my new normal. And it will be. I have some more work to do and a few people to talk to explain things, but I think that will come out in dribbles here and there. This week is absolutely nuts and I'm starting out with low energy again. Praise God for a man who can go pick up the kids from their youth groups so I can get this blog done. I've got to put in a few hours for school as it is technically our last week, but I might finish up things next week because we won't be doing anything on Thursday and Friday. I'll do a little bit more here to prepare for Friday night's homeschool high school panel. Otherwise, I don't think I need to do any other preparing other than to rest up for the 2nd half of the week. Sigh. Yikes! Here I go a-printing! After a bit of photos and journaling, because oops, I forgot I have to journal Friday's as well. Phew!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwN918RYm_uysGxaX4YZxPQ1AuJuDn_XWQgVYXZdePL_rRlBlWannz9-L11NibH4YbErTb0Z1TSGPncnZrNhcYqlGRzjZ6PMO6aW3zoFIIi3WFmmWmoXsk4mugw2gJKYJFobFCsOzFMKmdvEyiAzUW4HS13UJ6Do7eP0yyprCmWZZ0URwbU1myw/s1472/5F5E551F-8A38-4329-B197-17E9DBD1CC34.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwN918RYm_uysGxaX4YZxPQ1AuJuDn_XWQgVYXZdePL_rRlBlWannz9-L11NibH4YbErTb0Z1TSGPncnZrNhcYqlGRzjZ6PMO6aW3zoFIIi3WFmmWmoXsk4mugw2gJKYJFobFCsOzFMKmdvEyiAzUW4HS13UJ6Do7eP0yyprCmWZZ0URwbU1myw/w360-h640/5F5E551F-8A38-4329-B197-17E9DBD1CC34.jpg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good to know, and of course citronella plants, too, for mosquitos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVz862gEU59zFRviWKoCIW7ppGTFqehwShDNXdceCe7bqaYDKbwbz5SQ5v3zOrs_W1gup4UQEcWb1gNYNulkc17xsGbMmMJiTO5F8UKvvIFhtEfEtmehoCahKRmOoWawxUhwMMbmtmKPHQv5pHJWKS97zdH5jCmIBZyZjgwfVNoW13igYBJhXnA/s4032/IMG_2718.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVz862gEU59zFRviWKoCIW7ppGTFqehwShDNXdceCe7bqaYDKbwbz5SQ5v3zOrs_W1gup4UQEcWb1gNYNulkc17xsGbMmMJiTO5F8UKvvIFhtEfEtmehoCahKRmOoWawxUhwMMbmtmKPHQv5pHJWKS97zdH5jCmIBZyZjgwfVNoW13igYBJhXnA/s320/IMG_2718.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another Saturday, another Lego build because Abishai accidentally saw it in Daddy's closet.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifazJ5SfMdWq9aGr2iGIGlDl8ycO0ixGq0Dd-K5RLMmvABoHBD28iKz8W0-UM_VrF6YsMuv0pyAMmEQQOgicddOk7FsMplUp2GmQrS3ozHwXVAhwogwi_WAEy7iTnVIns_NvVepFbtW9n9-YcA5-v2Fw42XzUlWAHx185H6H11z7sMBjFjn59og/s3520/IMG_2720.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiifazJ5SfMdWq9aGr2iGIGlDl8ycO0ixGq0Dd-K5RLMmvABoHBD28iKz8W0-UM_VrF6YsMuv0pyAMmEQQOgicddOk7FsMplUp2GmQrS3ozHwXVAhwogwi_WAEy7iTnVIns_NvVepFbtW9n9-YcA5-v2Fw42XzUlWAHx185H6H11z7sMBjFjn59og/s320/IMG_2720.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, come on! It's nice outside! Take it outside! I think Abishai likes to play soccer inside so he doesn't have to chase the ball. But this is why we have a yard and we mow the yard. Take it outside!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqSYc-Kd37i5Snq6Z-pI_xUIS13OGW5ZwNpzfwRoNlJUDVKsQNB0QvjruhNK9Mn-lLU3oZKivyW_I5tuwHHQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5SxsS0OhRd-0yRN7pQ94GOspyGIA5niL6BFZCoxd6arNYDTGO3snXhPimgbcf0-QMBn7AN9-vBWyvZiOi6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nkWv5nbBJDfCtEYmKPo3mUCq06tGEWM6kJdQAEQQD0pU3AJk3cF7EekDUNUS3e9ga6UewExHEzb3Fz3imeUaKyFKl5Jg1UUOtOewULO5KlN5rqGjMyTuTT3Qto7Rm0pPpBlrAKClVPXEy4P8eltEKX2PSk_bFniRNYM2YkPQ0OA56P0dMKYLEw/s3520/IMG_2721.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7nkWv5nbBJDfCtEYmKPo3mUCq06tGEWM6kJdQAEQQD0pU3AJk3cF7EekDUNUS3e9ga6UewExHEzb3Fz3imeUaKyFKl5Jg1UUOtOewULO5KlN5rqGjMyTuTT3Qto7Rm0pPpBlrAKClVPXEy4P8eltEKX2PSk_bFniRNYM2YkPQ0OA56P0dMKYLEw/s320/IMG_2721.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy's face! Hahahahaha!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMpfdus4AuAnC9PWVIrMgFa2JX-Aip_a9OgIskW6Q-UpH6YOjQXA68rcmDZteQygbN_o0blY5tw2kXwUmwBnRVSFl1gUEVQp5PZLMYx-Zqj0HMLdonCvKV379r6BOw9bAP6Nh8lcuoXxYJx9PwiN5J1F5a8j5nXLFnqcPbfrvyfT5luCI6g5wpw/s3520/IMG_2722.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMpfdus4AuAnC9PWVIrMgFa2JX-Aip_a9OgIskW6Q-UpH6YOjQXA68rcmDZteQygbN_o0blY5tw2kXwUmwBnRVSFl1gUEVQp5PZLMYx-Zqj0HMLdonCvKV379r6BOw9bAP6Nh8lcuoXxYJx9PwiN5J1F5a8j5nXLFnqcPbfrvyfT5luCI6g5wpw/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also, stop making my hard to clean plaster walls dirty with your dirty feet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6t2-CAmtlyxzPdxYeqYOI8eiptoEKkYFsX27ADjY8voLsJlvETJXkJM83p4ZIE9BxDqb_F8WrVntKPBg3VicCS7sGM2D09O1w9RrUnGxmPPR3zyESFVgT0AktShC9bjEHDOfpP3i3-C4bS5Os-6ZcmOcLNcn3bUtpQCGTnztsmCGgu4aRyLibw/s4032/IMG_2728.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-6t2-CAmtlyxzPdxYeqYOI8eiptoEKkYFsX27ADjY8voLsJlvETJXkJM83p4ZIE9BxDqb_F8WrVntKPBg3VicCS7sGM2D09O1w9RrUnGxmPPR3zyESFVgT0AktShC9bjEHDOfpP3i3-C4bS5Os-6ZcmOcLNcn3bUtpQCGTnztsmCGgu4aRyLibw/s320/IMG_2728.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swing me, Daddy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixzZuQtfnQ3CVPRBXJlLyF8OLMt65nwSVE8gW-dkhVSH6-ROjOZbDOh5vEWG-7gC1bs064UTlHDXHp7O4gkuXLvis5QxmW1XoxGiEMrrbtiUmeslz_9gKOS3Ca-b9IWNYlPe06c8-GnDJxuAGHr6OBUdquh88hdmquDyxwvbi8gSrmcwMp_nPlBg/s4032/IMG_2729.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; 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Needs a new pot, again, but is this stool strong enough? I don't have room for a bigger thing back there to hold it up! But I'll have to take care of it in a couple of weeks because I don't have time this next week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKCcvHkJcW5jqMJsqoDIq_S6mNcFZT7vmda1xFiniE4V87IP8L5V_PjmiLQELfno6VKReTCDbnCQGittETrrAmQQ4WohXYVMw0A4azTQXcthLPaHD7fiUmX47S43hmIh1gh1LBcDognxqG-c-aTgk9kttfeKDxo8xYmAhByxSnhg8mP2MUbBhwg/s1792/IMG_2732.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDKCcvHkJcW5jqMJsqoDIq_S6mNcFZT7vmda1xFiniE4V87IP8L5V_PjmiLQELfno6VKReTCDbnCQGittETrrAmQQ4WohXYVMw0A4azTQXcthLPaHD7fiUmX47S43hmIh1gh1LBcDognxqG-c-aTgk9kttfeKDxo8xYmAhByxSnhg8mP2MUbBhwg/s320/IMG_2732.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I happened upon this on YouTube shorts or something, but it's genius! Put the dog hair in suet feeders! Then the birds can get to it as they want it! This lady says the birds really, really like it, too. And then the neighbors don't have to worry about it flying into their yards.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij49EPM2Ukg_5Rrf_OUbIel27vTs8dHSgfJAx_ZCZ4QblDBRsCKhskXey2w7HwfLfi7hPIOKxnaZ_zsWbwpCy00ADzUfEadsKx6whQnFcP1TqwQOOU5rq7-epFMDNUD841sJyKFobaiDmRbP7gXrt_dACLiWHiDs3k0OtZfcrXl-EuwULqdtjAvA/s4032/IMG_2733.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij49EPM2Ukg_5Rrf_OUbIel27vTs8dHSgfJAx_ZCZ4QblDBRsCKhskXey2w7HwfLfi7hPIOKxnaZ_zsWbwpCy00ADzUfEadsKx6whQnFcP1TqwQOOU5rq7-epFMDNUD841sJyKFobaiDmRbP7gXrt_dACLiWHiDs3k0OtZfcrXl-EuwULqdtjAvA/w480-h640/IMG_2733.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spring shedding season when we forget to vacuum. I had Keturah brush him some more, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2EFtNtHCOVAQcCJbEsbczQMZZ43wKB9K2R3tAe9Xt9eknqtwvfwdDHmfy94vD9RLg_mFECCQyA-cyUVbUMzEXXk4JiKFXT0MYuENtb8oFbw2T2S-mAC33OwIUZWzIzdZm-wVcKD_WZ4GtGgL-Pcm1nVnrVSEGu8rE_7LCTYQ7BvDxU2LS8nmecQ/s1792/IMG_2734.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2EFtNtHCOVAQcCJbEsbczQMZZ43wKB9K2R3tAe9Xt9eknqtwvfwdDHmfy94vD9RLg_mFECCQyA-cyUVbUMzEXXk4JiKFXT0MYuENtb8oFbw2T2S-mAC33OwIUZWzIzdZm-wVcKD_WZ4GtGgL-Pcm1nVnrVSEGu8rE_7LCTYQ7BvDxU2LS8nmecQ/w296-h640/IMG_2734.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When kids forget to read their library books and play on their phones instead. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfPs1J0cZNWuY82j3MVWgrYBLlIZA9MdZX1maRkId2IX_sEGoIFSCxq-zWxIrxRdHaSSZRKeegXyJuxVO8RyF1EZtFZ69MBbecCUESOEe6IhAf1iFtFzpuOYPe-qQaVViwse9PCKb6W4xYmIVfhTlqrqcf1EnnkaWT50pvQaWU_XcA0mzz8XjtQ/s1792/IMG_2735.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTfPs1J0cZNWuY82j3MVWgrYBLlIZA9MdZX1maRkId2IX_sEGoIFSCxq-zWxIrxRdHaSSZRKeegXyJuxVO8RyF1EZtFZ69MBbecCUESOEe6IhAf1iFtFzpuOYPe-qQaVViwse9PCKb6W4xYmIVfhTlqrqcf1EnnkaWT50pvQaWU_XcA0mzz8XjtQ/w296-h640/IMG_2735.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The top paragraph comes after the second paragraph. So Jared is agreeing with the top paragraph. Now, have we discussed our weights. Yes. And a lot of the time, it's not appropriate to do so. I know my bad habits. He knows his. And we both know now that when we do bring it up or share something about our own health issues, it's because we are sharing because we want our spouse to know and we want the support. I know I won't lose weight without taking on a drastic diet or getting really sick like I did with Covid. And I'm ok with that for now. He's ok with that for now. He knows where he likes to be. And I honestly think he could muscle up and weigh more because I didn't marry a skinny dude and he feels bony to me. I miss the pudge. But we both know what healthy means and THAT's what counts for both of us. There's never been any pressure to look a certain way. For either of us. We didn't build our relationship on it. Ever. We want to live a long life together. That's all. But I can't take nagging. I can't take the constant reminders about my bedtime. But if it's only that one, I let it slide. The rest of it is mine to deal with. Because how we handle our health issues can be a point of contention and we try to stay away from our personal opinions about it. Until this Friday when he goes back to Dr. Cole, his back surgeon, and I grill the Doctor about what Jared can and cannot do. Then we'll see if fight about it again. Just kidding. Well, we'll talk about it. But hopefully Jared can exercise or something or get some other treatments because his back has been in a lot of pain.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zpzcvJf6kViRuAlq1WBWpIif6lmfmbo0jDmEMdZ5p_Ip7Q38P-Ld8q5_Kaj7KB8ABoPExbi2a53eHqElt-BY12LdPGqPGsDVGvbCaCbgnx1L-KP4uvWBZMAmtuflKctppmM_RG9rmG2YYgl_dogxTLuUzA3TP5hhfQZsn7MwQ0kswRk0WTqu6g/s960/IMG_2736.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zpzcvJf6kViRuAlq1WBWpIif6lmfmbo0jDmEMdZ5p_Ip7Q38P-Ld8q5_Kaj7KB8ABoPExbi2a53eHqElt-BY12LdPGqPGsDVGvbCaCbgnx1L-KP4uvWBZMAmtuflKctppmM_RG9rmG2YYgl_dogxTLuUzA3TP5hhfQZsn7MwQ0kswRk0WTqu6g/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" width="267" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't have time to write a long caption so I won't. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKb-8_mdFOY487P97RgtyNjLLR0d_7Gh7w08a5GNCj5j3RxHxqT-EeBxn6s6kHZBOcZ7-v02JSXf_KfzHb-fa6sBs4VM85_OcOD4XVePEcAU1GNY4l0K-UgzCIxSc8KA_neOlXNahbtu1OTpKuJoOD2-Y5PJ2Dic0f41ScPnIWrtAtftvrJO-Kg/s4032/IMG_2738.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKb-8_mdFOY487P97RgtyNjLLR0d_7Gh7w08a5GNCj5j3RxHxqT-EeBxn6s6kHZBOcZ7-v02JSXf_KfzHb-fa6sBs4VM85_OcOD4XVePEcAU1GNY4l0K-UgzCIxSc8KA_neOlXNahbtu1OTpKuJoOD2-Y5PJ2Dic0f41ScPnIWrtAtftvrJO-Kg/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone's mad about life. But he's also cute.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLV9Q5arR9z_fXo_Y0vb69ujD8bOg_XwHfglSz5wBq1wA9crwLKw4tm1Q78Prfh6QBc3kxbZVCwqqac0_6qWno78hZuSC8TFh69YbOcquJVIX2w6dHQZUr8Tpewm-gCg5tU5q54pgIzqgfBnp82SFVydUmbiQ0_QWzsMj1lBPHznE03TL58vH2jg/s2048/279027498_10224242834992144_2533230356562268719_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLV9Q5arR9z_fXo_Y0vb69ujD8bOg_XwHfglSz5wBq1wA9crwLKw4tm1Q78Prfh6QBc3kxbZVCwqqac0_6qWno78hZuSC8TFh69YbOcquJVIX2w6dHQZUr8Tpewm-gCg5tU5q54pgIzqgfBnp82SFVydUmbiQ0_QWzsMj1lBPHznE03TL58vH2jg/w640-h480/279027498_10224242834992144_2533230356562268719_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, I guess this was the last official night of Middle School small groups for Indian Creek. I didn't realize that they wrapped up tonight. They are off next week for Mother's Day and then there's an intro night to Crave, and then a Celebration night for everyone and then they are off for the summer. (Don't get me started on how much I disagree with how many times they don't meet throughout the year). And I guess at least one of the leaders isn't moving on with them. So, um, they all look so grown up! And Keturah is so short! Like super short! Poor girl! Just like her poor mother! 8th grade down, now onto 9th grader! High school freshman! Class of 2026! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN-QTBc8mHrRhosdMGRQUvHSfrhgFEiHV4LIDCiMloDI93n_veCDlKmam13sOL2obUiNMONLKcAHTZczEwU9DylES05ENV9jqK81xaFPtnGMAOyGK0ndnLzfdgbGbzs3bFDyWfo0dbZ0hen0wWrCpmq0Ixic-eK4thNMUCkoCnEV_J3mubCdDHA/s4032/IMG_2739.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglN-QTBc8mHrRhosdMGRQUvHSfrhgFEiHV4LIDCiMloDI93n_veCDlKmam13sOL2obUiNMONLKcAHTZczEwU9DylES05ENV9jqK81xaFPtnGMAOyGK0ndnLzfdgbGbzs3bFDyWfo0dbZ0hen0wWrCpmq0Ixic-eK4thNMUCkoCnEV_J3mubCdDHA/w480-h640/IMG_2739.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto">You
know you're in a house full of Star Wars fanatics when you do a double
take because you think this is an ad for a piece of jewelry of R2-D2's
head! Clearly it's NOT its' head! I'm losing it!</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-44793704519448789062022-04-24T22:23:00.000-03:002022-04-24T22:23:34.165-03:00Year 7, April 18th-24th, 2022: I Did A Thing<p> Monday - Delay Fishing</p><p>- I sat down to start blogging two hours ago. Why the delay? Because homeschoolers need me, that's why! Lol. No, seriously, they need me. They are gearing up to pull their kids up next year and figuring out how to do that, what curriculum to buy, the logistics of it, can they really do this, and well, I felt chatty today. I needed the distraction. A distraction with a topic I can talk about without getting too emotional and can blab about without too much thought. One where I have pretty much memorized my answers. One where I get a lot of positive feedback. And answering newbie homeschoolers' questions is a great place to get that. I can get that pat on the back that, yes, I know something, and they actually want to know it and they came to me for help. I'm not the one shoving it down their throats and they aren't feeling judged by my unsolicited advice. And I don't have to question whether or not what I'm saying is true or Biblical or going to offend anyone because it is true, Biblical, and won't offend, and really, it's neutral, it's just facts. And I also simply had to catch up on some emails, too. And now, another hour has ticket by. What in the world?!</p><p>- It was a better Monday than what I had expected. I was still feeling crummy from the vertigo, but I trudged on. I've had a borderline headache all day but I didn't want to take any medication for either it or the vertigo so I've just put on foot in front of the other and kept moving. We got down with school about 2pm. I took a shower. Jared picked up Justin for me. It's really cold here. In fact, it snowed this morning! The wind is currently howling outside like it's the middle of winter. It's only 33 degrees outside. Say what?! It's the second half of April! In Indiana! Way beyond the perimeters of Winter! Stop making this weary body hurt from your inconsistent weather, Indiana! The weather patterns the last few years have been so whacked out. It's making me miserable. I can't predict how I'm going to feel from day to day. It makes it hard to plan. It's going to hit 80 degrees by Friday? But rain. Ugh. There goes park day again! I can't win.</p><p>- And now I've had to tell Jared we can't watch a TV show together because I'm not done with my work. The blog or other things. I got a medical bill in the mail today I need to look at it. Keturah brought me a book that she should have read 6 months ago that I mad her read today because it was due today at the library. She claimed she couldn't read it in a day. Um, yes you can and you just did. Too much phone time, Miss. And now I'm beginning to fade. Sigh. Another day over. Not enough done. Have I enjoyed the day? I'm not sure. </p><p>- We did get one of those expensive meal kit plans things today where I only had to pay for shipping on the first box. Everything look fine and tasted fine. And it was easy to follow the instructions. I just hate being in the kitchen. And then watching everyone scarf down the food in two minutes is just not satisfying to me. Jared said thank you for making dinner, but he didn't even have a burger. He and Abishai got fries from Culver's after Tang Soo Do after watching the adults spar in their class. Sigh. I hate cooking. And I felt sick afterwards anyways because of the eggs in the mayo. And everything called for more oil in the frying pan and lots of salt. I hate salt and grease. Blech. Not my kind of meal. It's not satisfying to me. I want clean tasting. Not saturated in oil and salt. Blech. Oh well. Good first try. I'll try again tomorrow. </p><p>- And the kids finally sort out their little bit of Easter candy I gave them. Oh my goodness, they are all out of sorts because it was staring at them all day. The more you talk about it, the more inclined I am to not give it to you, so go away. Keturah literally came to my desk window and said, "Sugar?!" and tilted her head like she was a monkey or dog. Ok, then go get a funnel and stick it down your throat and shovel it in. Good grief. Sugar isn't everything. It's just candy. It's not even the reason for the season. Quit thinking with your stomach. It's not cute or attractive.</p><p>- Ok, saying goodnight here.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0jc4ue5Yn2YmgistqIDCGfyb2cQiu5akM7d5bzcjKriVu_TU5F5nZiLsM61impvQQOo1pzkNy33olBaj-BlKLZJk0gzu0wLR9xxRNkBIOR7i8MY0FZG6aA-wpVvXGjUM_AhO2XmdoMwu64X3ACkosWum9PJmENe9ivtwAK5NmNcxZAJ3cgaFAQ/s4032/IMG_2528.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif0jc4ue5Yn2YmgistqIDCGfyb2cQiu5akM7d5bzcjKriVu_TU5F5nZiLsM61impvQQOo1pzkNy33olBaj-BlKLZJk0gzu0wLR9xxRNkBIOR7i8MY0FZG6aA-wpVvXGjUM_AhO2XmdoMwu64X3ACkosWum9PJmENe9ivtwAK5NmNcxZAJ3cgaFAQ/s320/IMG_2528.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What is this?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVI0ZDt0sPUyxMZkfFXDpKgJno5V2FTI2wa4PJanQH6YwcIJb03bdmVRvM1Fi4y1YwNwsU9cenwDNcs_B3Iur1i0FkmxcPMStmbqhfdz6p_HgJCFg5W6JXXcEFHy5RXbI7fgB3ydxXCsTO5tX6XVpGruedaEbU3NHqlAIPT5ksGuSyglhB8tOmw/s3520/IMG_2535.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVI0ZDt0sPUyxMZkfFXDpKgJno5V2FTI2wa4PJanQH6YwcIJb03bdmVRvM1Fi4y1YwNwsU9cenwDNcs_B3Iur1i0FkmxcPMStmbqhfdz6p_HgJCFg5W6JXXcEFHy5RXbI7fgB3ydxXCsTO5tX6XVpGruedaEbU3NHqlAIPT5ksGuSyglhB8tOmw/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's always fun to come upon a child reading to himself after they just have learned to fluently read. This means they have caught the reading "bug." Mission accomplished, we are now 4 for 4 in the Johnson household.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/JjYjcLsDnYo" target="_blank">Abishai Reading on His Own</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sBVbnLXs6ruqsxA3sYGiZn89SjS5z3vddVZ2vn8uVKEk7-F2qhiRpE5AVXFud5uJGJ9NPMBa3E1Y7uVbDIO7N-d9Y_gi8qNpa1nnC-egww2tNSsFZRqyR92k4ykX_GTFFtY_URqxIDvtI4Ja_83TxaecrbMDywOktbUvHhJE9g94eMHq8pWXEw/s3520/IMG_2536.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1sBVbnLXs6ruqsxA3sYGiZn89SjS5z3vddVZ2vn8uVKEk7-F2qhiRpE5AVXFud5uJGJ9NPMBa3E1Y7uVbDIO7N-d9Y_gi8qNpa1nnC-egww2tNSsFZRqyR92k4ykX_GTFFtY_URqxIDvtI4Ja_83TxaecrbMDywOktbUvHhJE9g94eMHq8pWXEw/s320/IMG_2536.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But this child will not sit still for anything. Even when reading he must be ON THE MOVE!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-6a-2VqSOO47BGKpuPTFgX60otS8u2TQtwi8StmNXg0DfsxJjYWgJigRxq191gWbS2AN5LLC4GzW7g8MBHB9FxCEk3eZv4l231HTvP4rrJRMqu3BGt6h6LHkaYUaUbCv9CTpG279WWBrnR6Tle_K5bGc22MME0foS03xBJ6JFg1B_59dw2g8pA/s3520/IMG_2537.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-6a-2VqSOO47BGKpuPTFgX60otS8u2TQtwi8StmNXg0DfsxJjYWgJigRxq191gWbS2AN5LLC4GzW7g8MBHB9FxCEk3eZv4l231HTvP4rrJRMqu3BGt6h6LHkaYUaUbCv9CTpG279WWBrnR6Tle_K5bGc22MME0foS03xBJ6JFg1B_59dw2g8pA/s320/IMG_2537.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Sy1_bTh4DSn_ia7Tivh5THHir9Cw7333nlJ7HeHJAApU_4tcyg-Z-I1ykvTr4z-ZX827omloTkLp7Si-1SXxgBl5ZRApT5YTWwvW76rTJcZD_EV_4OkA2I3689vwLofk7IsW0zvEfL1VnQX3Lo8GbiMfAeFrCjQvIKRm7jnRwsUCLOwz2aBvJA/s3520/IMG_2538.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Sy1_bTh4DSn_ia7Tivh5THHir9Cw7333nlJ7HeHJAApU_4tcyg-Z-I1ykvTr4z-ZX827omloTkLp7Si-1SXxgBl5ZRApT5YTWwvW76rTJcZD_EV_4OkA2I3689vwLofk7IsW0zvEfL1VnQX3Lo8GbiMfAeFrCjQvIKRm7jnRwsUCLOwz2aBvJA/s320/IMG_2538.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKON_l507FHsd2IThjArdaTORf8n-tnWKgTxWM70CiDr5uJLB_UmPFixGnLsg8k-XbYRJ8RNG4XYsk43z6riPKJW1MlhK0u8OWsP2UprhT8Otwo2tRUzmTfO6TmteR6-gQs12r7QsW-27ugTBXdtnqu8xY9mbHNMGTUccbdWc66_Oqmtek7TJHPg/s4032/IMG_2540.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKON_l507FHsd2IThjArdaTORf8n-tnWKgTxWM70CiDr5uJLB_UmPFixGnLsg8k-XbYRJ8RNG4XYsk43z6riPKJW1MlhK0u8OWsP2UprhT8Otwo2tRUzmTfO6TmteR6-gQs12r7QsW-27ugTBXdtnqu8xY9mbHNMGTUccbdWc66_Oqmtek7TJHPg/s320/IMG_2540.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We started the day with only 15 days of days left on our 180 day school day requirement. Now we are down to 14 more! Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEv4Ix4KQ-GDqyBmc6226fKND6FkzeV-225G6IL69odyUgnwX7fz1j91ie3s3sPWXDRfs3i8-iTe2H2rAGab5t6ZMG3ILtXMlanDTrqySbOrU0ngva3_YKFdSqmVKiDLqjOBG3HPeR1DuxPJkLM9rSNCL_NRkftc9lktSHROvCCkFORtfpFdD0w/s4032/IMG_2541.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEv4Ix4KQ-GDqyBmc6226fKND6FkzeV-225G6IL69odyUgnwX7fz1j91ie3s3sPWXDRfs3i8-iTe2H2rAGab5t6ZMG3ILtXMlanDTrqySbOrU0ngva3_YKFdSqmVKiDLqjOBG3HPeR1DuxPJkLM9rSNCL_NRkftc9lktSHROvCCkFORtfpFdD0w/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0y0B2n2KXkJn16es8pshLsCVgwyM4vUy_ICcGW80OxasR8e7O-tztbag0aS3n9O-65bSOSwNyVYddn-WB-qLE2PHl6MAG6aALX_f1f1CCvokubTr13pjROiKdsdvwyLpBGDbyJSLar1oDRz7kn3kTYOss6OiV6E9j-oSzoPk12lwXWG5YjndnQ/s4032/IMG_2542.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0y0B2n2KXkJn16es8pshLsCVgwyM4vUy_ICcGW80OxasR8e7O-tztbag0aS3n9O-65bSOSwNyVYddn-WB-qLE2PHl6MAG6aALX_f1f1CCvokubTr13pjROiKdsdvwyLpBGDbyJSLar1oDRz7kn3kTYOss6OiV6E9j-oSzoPk12lwXWG5YjndnQ/s320/IMG_2542.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The snow all melted off course and the pink blooms are all out.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1VDOMO185bnSlvNWPZ-wZR-TBeRIEvjgKI_wxIZpB839PW9SLDBz6_TSLM6_hwGmtg3bq6GEZbjE-PRVTn9Wg3E18LQgP2zusIbzFoGc-lL2DpBv4Gj__1jkfK_5RblpAdx_5dT5IRa1nMVXPG55rm9ivP7SXHCJfbIIlyMkYFhZS1RYnWW7rg/s1792/IMG_2543.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1VDOMO185bnSlvNWPZ-wZR-TBeRIEvjgKI_wxIZpB839PW9SLDBz6_TSLM6_hwGmtg3bq6GEZbjE-PRVTn9Wg3E18LQgP2zusIbzFoGc-lL2DpBv4Gj__1jkfK_5RblpAdx_5dT5IRa1nMVXPG55rm9ivP7SXHCJfbIIlyMkYFhZS1RYnWW7rg/w296-h640/IMG_2543.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Interesting.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBFF0KguJjriLmwu2Cx5hQLNJyyDlH5lFmR-S5qJBoN1E0tZxMUd1gSwSbx73bNiKkf4G3248cq9XDM48n0_OMj8_H3guqxd5EBPBlyHMKsfgnGUcc65rT8jmDrKsbBFVXJnKSHTroStr-hcOsmfbbvcESDpmSqrFVgtrnpW6LUpyWDUgxd8IGg/s1792/IMG_2544.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBFF0KguJjriLmwu2Cx5hQLNJyyDlH5lFmR-S5qJBoN1E0tZxMUd1gSwSbx73bNiKkf4G3248cq9XDM48n0_OMj8_H3guqxd5EBPBlyHMKsfgnGUcc65rT8jmDrKsbBFVXJnKSHTroStr-hcOsmfbbvcESDpmSqrFVgtrnpW6LUpyWDUgxd8IGg/s320/IMG_2544.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My body hates this inconsistency. I need to live somewhere that the seasons are more consistent again. It needs to be steadily getting warmer and stay that way. None of this up and down in temperatures every week. It's how my body is still in fibro flare mode and my nose is horrendous and my headaches won't go away.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1GnILcqgo6KtRyKmX6C3fsEIYSknf6PX59rulH8FSfjsGlKQ7WHtxKf47vs_E-bs_w8mrgwAinJDjAEgTgSgQT-hODQLJNGAC3JMIVYKRE282fx0-sLDHBlGewRq1TgvG_dss3Buecf-D4MieDNgKtCm3uLMI3SltK7efznp_sLglRugdHQ-nA/s1792/IMG_2545.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1GnILcqgo6KtRyKmX6C3fsEIYSknf6PX59rulH8FSfjsGlKQ7WHtxKf47vs_E-bs_w8mrgwAinJDjAEgTgSgQT-hODQLJNGAC3JMIVYKRE282fx0-sLDHBlGewRq1TgvG_dss3Buecf-D4MieDNgKtCm3uLMI3SltK7efznp_sLglRugdHQ-nA/w296-h640/IMG_2545.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It makes absolutely no sense. Howling winds tonight, at freezing temps, and then 81 on Saturday. My body hates this. It can't cope. Stay warm. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - Sunshine</p><p>- Well, at least we had sunshine for most of the day. And the temperatures were a little warmer. It took a bit of prompting, but Keturah finished the mowing. She actually didn't get the whole front yard done on Sunday and then it snowed yesterday, so the ground was wet yesterday. She also did the trimming in the backyard today. She needed the battery to recharge so she didn't quite finish the trimming. And then I told her she has to redo all of it starting on Saturday again. She wasn't very happy about that fact. Well, it's spring. It grows quickly. So, we'll see. Maybe not Saturday, but when you literally spread out the mowing job over 4 days, you don't get much of a break until the cycle starts over. Kind of like any job, right? She'll learn. She can get it done all in one day. We have literally nothing to do on Saturdays. Even Justin doesn't have anything at this point in time and could help or can do Grandpa's yard. Soon enough, she can do Grandpa's yard on Friday and our yard on Saturday. We'll see how it goes. But, the first round is in the books. Not sure when Grandpa wants to mow his since they actually didn't mow it on Saturday. Maybe he did it himself. I'll have to talk to him about it.</p><p>- We did do school and finished by 12:30 because that's when Kya was dropped off. Kellie had an appointment to go to and Kya wanted to spend the afternoon with Justin anyways, so it worked out just fine. Kya just hung out and then we got Justin together. That left me with plenty of time to work on medical bill fiasco that has now cropped up.</p><p>- Oh yes, some bills from last year have decided to rear their ugly heads again. For whatever reason, doctor offices have decided to rerun bills through insurance or who knows what and now they are coming back to me saying we need to pay them. Um, wait a minute, really? Are you sure I actually owe these? What services are they for again? An MRI on Jared's gallbladder?! I paid all of that off. And a residual bill on some moles that were removed for biopsy? Uh, I paid that bill off, too. What in the world?! I want detailed explanations, not just the amounts, please and thanks. I have evidence of payments to these doctors. So I'm not paying one more cent until you tell me why I owe more. Ridiculous! This isn't chump change either. It's $200 each! So, I started getting that sorted out and then checked on some of the other medical paperwork hanging around so that cleared up some desk space.</p><p>- I was late figuring out dinner, so we were stuck with frozen (and slightly freezer burnt) pizza and salad. Oh well. Then I went and laid down for a bit and watched some random Fox News videos, oh yeah, that's fun and puts me in a funky mood on top of medical bill moodiness and other triggers for the week. Not fun at all. Keturah had her explosion on Saturday, I'm about to have my own explosion with every one of my buttons being pushed - from church triggers to community/school referendum (taxes) triggers, to medical bills, to my physical health, to Keturah's attitude and Justin's attitude, to everybody needing everything at once. Seriously, go away. I can't hear you. Don't bother me. You don't exist. Hastag not my problem. And yet, even on a small scale, they are my problems. That's the problem! Ugh! Being mad takes up more energy than I want I need it to. Go away madness. I'm tired. I need sleep.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63gqg6eTBWF8eCu2cx16ApVaIE2-Qx3O8C1RgWKZoDYn1hT0LajvgDUx84PtNAqtDDveYNp-WzzE5JyuTCNa1y6UazLXnx_NUhKfRcGedrmN_x7-IWoODTGCMcVqLAhPft8H4kJrWTDrJQ1_3t-RWHjTRAwN8-UfX5aHGdCjxlXAA1NcGBNaD-Q/s2048/IMG_2546.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh63gqg6eTBWF8eCu2cx16ApVaIE2-Qx3O8C1RgWKZoDYn1hT0LajvgDUx84PtNAqtDDveYNp-WzzE5JyuTCNa1y6UazLXnx_NUhKfRcGedrmN_x7-IWoODTGCMcVqLAhPft8H4kJrWTDrJQ1_3t-RWHjTRAwN8-UfX5aHGdCjxlXAA1NcGBNaD-Q/s320/IMG_2546.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After getting yet more confirmation this weekend about the decision I have to make, I'm still very saddened and upset about it. It's been years in making, too. But I have to be spiritually fed and led in a place where my convictions, which have been thoroughly vetted between God, myself, the Holy Spirit, and discussed with Jared (but perhaps he doesn't always agree with me on), are also upheld. And unfortunately, my current church is not aligning itself in ways that I think it should. I need to part ways with it for at least a little while. I do not feel comfortable or welcomed there. I haven't attended services there with the exception of Easter, since Christmas. I've only listened to them online at home. Everybody talks about how worshiping in person with your home church should be the highlight of your week, but it only became the most anxiety producing hour of my week. I never reconnected well with anyone when we returned from Canada in 2016. My attempts at doing ministry were feeble at best and not championed or within the confines of the new direction the church has taken. We have yet to find a friend group or small group in 6 years. All of my friends attend other churches. It is time for me to try worshiping somewhere else. I told myself I would wait until after Easter. Easter has come and gone now. This is the week I will visit a new church in person I've been watching online for a few weeks. It will be weird. But it is time. It's time for a change. It breaks my heart. But it's time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8r5IFQS8QoUsA16buqJArZERVQo86hFqJR33-7dyZGCGeFmTsN8uBPduvEuwYPB7VxmD2jxT72QhqGS0Q2-ZOHeIcxumdFBZmXQByy5doBwmb1_z9Ul75d3J9C8iitNt-oJP7ctcrj1wdOTkkYuxWZtNoHNZU5GdF4-hFsckGf4aUnXlTe8rvQ/s1792/IMG_2549.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8r5IFQS8QoUsA16buqJArZERVQo86hFqJR33-7dyZGCGeFmTsN8uBPduvEuwYPB7VxmD2jxT72QhqGS0Q2-ZOHeIcxumdFBZmXQByy5doBwmb1_z9Ul75d3J9C8iitNt-oJP7ctcrj1wdOTkkYuxWZtNoHNZU5GdF4-hFsckGf4aUnXlTe8rvQ/w296-h640/IMG_2549.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My enneagram 6/ADHD self. Although, I only set the alarm IF I know that Jared doesn't have to be up at a certain time and he hasn't set his and IF Mr. Baby Alarm (aka Abishai) isn't home and I have to be up at the crack of dawn. Typically, I don't set my alarm. Usually I'm checking my volume, though, to make sure it's up in case of an emergency phone call because I do keep my volume lower so my games' video ads don't play loud throughout the day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNANqn0OZcXtSQt3jl14rvpVM0PqCYaw0HYyVHhWBgUUk7hbG0G13dQDg96cpghxhYG7wqmjVVvFHVvXB9rpfVNvqzd7gfcvF9T71AaZyCXIZd6dJGlcLuFH2lI9hejYp80eM0fQ2dntyjsydHQ0kizs5cuREkR6KoJHYwV12YtV_jUMcXnHSvA/s1792/IMG_2550.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbNANqn0OZcXtSQt3jl14rvpVM0PqCYaw0HYyVHhWBgUUk7hbG0G13dQDg96cpghxhYG7wqmjVVvFHVvXB9rpfVNvqzd7gfcvF9T71AaZyCXIZd6dJGlcLuFH2lI9hejYp80eM0fQ2dntyjsydHQ0kizs5cuREkR6KoJHYwV12YtV_jUMcXnHSvA/w296-h640/IMG_2550.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't usually do a drive by, but I do use the maps app on the phone and study the map to find out what the parking situation is, plus what the streets are around the new location in case I miss my turns so I don't freak out in the moment when Siri yells at me to turn this way or that. I also look at business names because I'm better at buildings than street names. I always go prepared.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3sU2bp8dnCULoIAKgZ1Zyagtuee-dbeFCu1m5llkoqwCR66jD8VWS76lS-q0JGp8Yi3MSTSIIWc_TXVdndSZRzAWOLJbyDH_hZ0jwSLH4lotKdeXE7JxepnxzktA-3OJ-Xqkd8AN-e4O6TYrrCnhQH2Pbv4LMg8rYwZbE4hf70l9Ovv4qFYESw/s3520/IMG_2547.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX3sU2bp8dnCULoIAKgZ1Zyagtuee-dbeFCu1m5llkoqwCR66jD8VWS76lS-q0JGp8Yi3MSTSIIWc_TXVdndSZRzAWOLJbyDH_hZ0jwSLH4lotKdeXE7JxepnxzktA-3OJ-Xqkd8AN-e4O6TYrrCnhQH2Pbv4LMg8rYwZbE4hf70l9Ovv4qFYESw/s320/IMG_2547.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone stole my spot in the read aloud chair because he said he was going to read aloud to me! Wow! He read two stories to me with very little help and then I told him we would count them as his reading for the day. So, he was reading them for pleasure and all on his own initiative! That means we're 4 for 4 in the Johnson household on creating readers! Benaiah isn't much of a reader right now but that's because he's a burnt out student. Give him 5-8 years after he finishes college and maybe he'll get back into it. But he could still pick up a decent sized book and read and understand it no problem. He had absolutely no problem with his literature classes in high school and will fly through them in college. But Abishai is now the voracious reader picking up any book in sight and reading aloud to himself. I told him he can just read silently but he said he likes to read them aloud. I'm fine with that because I like to hear the mumbling reader. And he's comprehending everything, too. He was reading about knights and castles and immediately told me what he was reading about. So, we've got those decoding skills down pat and narration is going well and we are off to the races! I never doubted he would get there. I questioned if I would get there with Keturah but she reads just fine, too. As I tell every homeschool parent, focus on the reading. Once they read well and narrate back to you well, the sky is the limit. Then you can focus on content like history and science. It doesn't matter what age or grade you bring them home. Start with math and reading. Bring them up to grade level on both. Then focus on whatever missing concepts they have on the other things. Nothing else matters. And yes, printed books, not a screen, not even a kindle. Printed material. Lots of picture books, even for the high schoolers. Not comic books, but picture books, something with good illustrations that explains something, like armor or fashion. Again, not a magazine with short articles necessarily because those are written on an 8th grade or lower level and have lots of distractions. Books like Eyewitness or DK or Usborne. Academically challenging and visually appealing with real illustrators. Charlotte Mason type "living" books and historical novels that have actual depth to them, the ones that win real medals. Books, books are weapons, use them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7bVW1jY81CGeqQ8rvEZ0g7yUXtct3xA9sJgBy_DLYz5HtOCKLm7wZ1szBvrPy8GJWGg_BXKcRMcFVaK-7fA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Wednesday - Saying Good-bye</p><p>- It's done. It's over. I wrote a letter to key staff people and forwarded it family members. I am not longer attending the Creek, partnering with her, a member of hers, a volunteer, etc. etc. etc. I read an article from the Christian Standard first thing this morning about how sometimes core members of a church plant leave without even saying anything, or they will stop responding to emails, phone calls, and texts. Well, I had just enough time and clarity of thought to say my peace and hit send before heading out for a very busy day that would keep my mind busy and not stewing and my physically fingers busy and not sitting next to my phone checking my email for responses. I went ahead with it because I had not slept well the night before, and really had been stewing on it all week, going to bed thinking about it, waking up thinking about it, and knew that I had told myself I had to start physically going to New Pal this next Sunday. This was it, I had to show up in a big way. I had to break ties. And this article was the impotence that did it.</p><p>- I went through all the stages of grief in the first few hours, silently, and it was extremely hard to keep it all stuffed down. I had to try to do some school with Abishai while at ASL. I had to drive to and from ASL. I had to eat something quickly and drive back up to Noblesville to meet with a manager at the ABC Construction Prep Academy (more on that wonderful meeting in a minute). Then I had to get back home, eat something again, make sure Abishai was ready for class, and then take Justin to Qdoba to meet his small group. They were then going over to Goodwill (which is just behind Qdoba) to buy tshirts for each other to wear to Crave on Sunday. Except he won't be at Crave (which they seem to be respecting) so they bought him a tshirt that is actually from Mix/Move (I can't remember now which one it is, whoops!) Meanwhile, I took Keturah with me to Meijer to look for some retail therapy looking for shoes and sandals for her (didn't find any, no sales, no clearance) and misc. food stuff and bathroom stuff we can't get at Aldi. Then we went over to Aldi because it's Wednesday, which is when Aldi gets their new stuff in, and this week, they had their new fan logo gear in stock! Woot! Woot! Justin and Keturah immediately both said that Aldi was being greedy and I had to actually correct them. Aldi actually is responding to what its' fans have been asking for for months! There's a huge cult like following on Facebook and it's quite hilarious actually. So, I treated myself to new pjs and socks with the logo on it. Yes, a grocery store chain logo with bright red, blue and yellow colors. It's so silly but so fun. Anyway, I bought just a few things and still had a nice bill to go with it but made sure I got something for everyone (food wise, I didn't buy dumb stuff, just things like Jared wanted his tortilla chips and Justin needed lunch meat). So I wasn't just retail therapy for myself. And then we picked Justin up and went home. We got home at the same time as Jared and Abishai who had stayed longer at karate to watch the big people do their sparring. </p><p>- Back to my emotions. Yes, it was very emotional day. I got an email response within minutes of my email, probably because it was early in the day. And it was what I expected it to be based on how I have been treated but I was still holding out hope I wouldn't be treated that way. That brought me to tears but again, I had to stuff it for later. And because I stuffed it, it kept morphing from sadness, to anger, to whatever else, to whatever else. It's a good thing I had a long drive to Noblesville and back. I put on some worship music in the background and just ranted with God. That always helps. Then I had a beautiful meeting with this guy up at ABC.</p><p>- Oh my word, if only my kids could get excited about these opportunities! So many great things! Basically, it's a program from juniors and seniors in high school to yes, get into construction, but it's tracked in such a way that helps them not be so locked into one pathway too soon and waste their time and money. It's incredibly safe and cost effective and takes the utmost beginner who doesn't know how to measure anything to doing their own bathroom in the first year. And it feeds directly into internships and real jobs with real companies with 100% employment right after high school. They already have sooooo many partners. This guy is such a hustler! There are some program mangers that just kind of sit there and say they want to do this or that and then there are the entrepreneurs that actually hustle and get it done and get it done quick! He's actually in charge of the whole region and has a wonderful background with the Chamber of Commerce and/or Dept of Ed and all sorts of stuff so he knows what he doesn't want in the program. He recently became a homeschool dad has well. He needs some coaching about the homeschool community and that's where I come in. And I love it so much! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this kind of enthusiasm! Let me in there! Let's do this! Take ACTION steps! And man, I was so proud of myself for walking in there by myself, and holding a meeting with someone with that kind of background and touch points and being able to hold my own and make suggestions and know what we can and can't do, and act like a real business woman for once. Like my actual expensive business degree is paying off! And I don't have social anxiety for once. And I'm not hiding behind Jared to do all the talking. I can track what someone is saying and remember it enough to follow up. I can take initiative and see the potential of a good partnership. Yes, I did all that! Just a little shy 16 yr old who can barely eek out a pen pal letter to another shy guy can strut into this office and act like she's some kind of big shot. Yup, I did that. </p><p>- And I did that after making one of the biggest decisions of my life just hours earlier because a leadership team refused to listen to my suggestions, gave me vague feedback, wouldn't allow me to be helpful, and wasn't interested in working with me. I'm the same me. Same personality. Two different responses. I will go and work with people that are open to what I can give share with them. I have the same mannerisms and professionalism and abilities. It's just two different environments and reactions. I have finally come into my own. I've finally grown up into my confident womanhood with my head held high enough to see straight ahead using the skills that God and I have developed and practiced to further His Kingdom. God shuts doors and He opens them. And it's very obvious when they are slammed shut and when they are so wide open two people can fit through them. I have the Holy Spirit helping me discern which is which. </p><p>- So after that meeting, I felt much more at peace. And then when Jared and I talked later, everything went well, too. God has been working between us, too. When we started going down our usual paths of disagreement, we both immediately stopped mid sentence and said, nope, not going there. nope. Not worth it. We've had these circular arguments before. That's not the purpose of this moment at 11pm. We know it will be a few more weeks of resettling again and playing out the ramifications of today (other family member's reactions in particular being a concern). There's nothing more the two of us need to talk about it. It had already been decided upon. We needed sleep. </p><p>Thursday - Aftermath<br /></p><p>- Except, I didn't sleep. (I'm writing all of this the next day). I didn't go to bed until 4am. When Jared's alarm went off, or even before it went off, I had already woken up and I felt like I hadn't even fallen asleep yet because I had still been moving around so much. I wasn't tired at 4am. I had had a McD's iced coffee drink at 4pm and the effects must have lasted quite awhile as I just binge watched my TV show until 4am. Again, maybe I was just enjoying the peace and quiet and not focusing on anything in particular. And when I got in bed I wasn't even really ready. But, maybe I was. I did have a hard time getting up and it took Abishai multiple check ins before I stayed awake long enough to sit up. And then I had such an ADHD morning and Abishai was all over that it took until nearly noon to get us to both sit still long enough to start school. We got yesterday's work finished and finished history for the week. </p><p>- We were supposed to have haircuts today but her previous client's color correction was taking longer than expected so we moved it to tomorrow night. However, I found out that Gary was going to sneak Justin off to a barbar shop tomorrow. Um, no, Justin, stand your ground. Until Justin wants to pay for his own haircuts and be permanently in charge of them, I'm in charge and I have the boys on a regular schedule. I always reschedule the next appointment at the previous appointment. I've been much more diligent about it. And if Justin goes to a barber,with Grandpa, they are going to cut it all off! You can't trust Grandpa and haircuts! Besides, Grandpa is preaching this weekend on Sabbath (yes, kind of funny coming from the man that barely rests) and he barely has time for Bible class never mind getting Justin a haircut. And you're my child, he can't sneak you away to do anything. Sigh. The battle of the scissors continues.</p><p> - So I rested this afternoon instead. Then it was off to tang so do and men's Bible study for Jared as normal. Now I'm feeling the effects of being tired. Tomorrow is going to be nice and warm, nearing 80 degrees and hopefully dry enough for park day, so we hope to go! I'm glad it's only 15 minutes away since we have to get home and high tail it off to the hair dresser's by 5. And then there's Keturah who won't get her hair cut until she's 16. So Grandpa and Grandma have to wait 2 more years for her to change anything. There's so many bigger fish to fry. And I've got to go fry them. </p><p>- Lots to catch up on this weekend, paperwork, mulch, other yardwork, ugh. Fun times! But first, social life at the park!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MdGP8onqskWF2BUX6Rl9n7kPgcqsw7FqE5Iy2qC38H3uHnMQIDk-q8kZteGHVYKl-h6epGQl48AmkF2CDQqTbvrHpFdSClBbXwDCNgUyR_6tJgeqZ8ylayV-0Qt_RhWyGrZpL1ZwVk3KbRaoarzEEUCielvzf8tHmQv2rA3iDAcbSiZIrAjSQA/s1792/IMG_2553.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MdGP8onqskWF2BUX6Rl9n7kPgcqsw7FqE5Iy2qC38H3uHnMQIDk-q8kZteGHVYKl-h6epGQl48AmkF2CDQqTbvrHpFdSClBbXwDCNgUyR_6tJgeqZ8ylayV-0Qt_RhWyGrZpL1ZwVk3KbRaoarzEEUCielvzf8tHmQv2rA3iDAcbSiZIrAjSQA/w296-h640/IMG_2553.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's most definitely an Aldi thing! Fans asked for logo gear and Aldi obliged!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPRV94wOsOmxzfuVsU_ebnvzMAOTO-Xai29eZKF2x4Uwvyit7EomGEOkSY-gZlyiJ9ReyfFcDIX7-WKuxCoz0yylxnuQrav-VJ4jyAcwPzpbMv-glzQUCabnCKRYQWam-pDoY0aojvZY1nkKZ1jwPVfBodjvim2QfFs8VkmXCyz-OGzVCb0Fc-g/s1792/IMG_2554.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWPRV94wOsOmxzfuVsU_ebnvzMAOTO-Xai29eZKF2x4Uwvyit7EomGEOkSY-gZlyiJ9ReyfFcDIX7-WKuxCoz0yylxnuQrav-VJ4jyAcwPzpbMv-glzQUCabnCKRYQWam-pDoY0aojvZY1nkKZ1jwPVfBodjvim2QfFs8VkmXCyz-OGzVCb0Fc-g/w296-h640/IMG_2554.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some positive news for once!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBBhP0ALEpbmY6GQGdqOVZxCiY5ruPlIWoBkLN6GiM4kidq6m9FgaShX6VMuKteO7xOj2v8Y7oR0FccvHh35Dh4TtTSsXxqLji2x-hEmp8SdzaMUdx_FUt9x6vKwF9Uvxjw6gP1-wzXpzpQSoIp9Yc3dCC-efEvGuc-dB43MpKyLenRk5nBwLew/s4032/IMG_2557.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBBhP0ALEpbmY6GQGdqOVZxCiY5ruPlIWoBkLN6GiM4kidq6m9FgaShX6VMuKteO7xOj2v8Y7oR0FccvHh35Dh4TtTSsXxqLji2x-hEmp8SdzaMUdx_FUt9x6vKwF9Uvxjw6gP1-wzXpzpQSoIp9Yc3dCC-efEvGuc-dB43MpKyLenRk5nBwLew/s320/IMG_2557.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The temps have been cold, but spring has sprung!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ3gZby6XnlFji0cWDM4y7OUa05f3pEZFjg3KNsIdv6HCP5LAv7v-TzCCO2CoNzyICS_O-ZUrhp8N7Bgv5aTvYxP161KfjQHM6gG6wnErEG8tf6wvApMDoTyzwjPoohrlZmTIb7Jxt94whrK5v59O1evosojOPI3TWRPFzEMNCEZdwGauoq5LkKw/s4032/IMG_2558.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UHoqiYDYPcK65TlNCZ9TxOLP62kobyqbjJ1JQ5G3-a92YCyFMaNbfFrRri11T5dbZA7kVgeFcTj5CN23iOHvfx9V9oxRYynbeujRkmzHEEMgOQ1U-QrC9x1rjiqDU-firO1Kinefd5MOg50P_BaoUTCW8zLaJQ5VY12QMiTX03blcnpLvFh7xQ/s320/IMG_2561.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got my gear!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqqXpXXQ7rJGcQiXcIOTMKQSxn2hquscQaByPfi_yJgX3_Wm6Oy8FdhZyq_-RgHUcTLc82wLbgodzeosUwhyf_C7W1ZNsEOZR6ofOSnejBj8vG9Ou7kaDk3aBnJnImM-UJ8wBrvxQ6pJFa_0gEkUyVIFAdVxULZATxeeTI3zji8k4lzlX0z5Nxw/s2048/IMG_2563.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1446" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqqXpXXQ7rJGcQiXcIOTMKQSxn2hquscQaByPfi_yJgX3_Wm6Oy8FdhZyq_-RgHUcTLc82wLbgodzeosUwhyf_C7W1ZNsEOZR6ofOSnejBj8vG9Ou7kaDk3aBnJnImM-UJ8wBrvxQ6pJFa_0gEkUyVIFAdVxULZATxeeTI3zji8k4lzlX0z5Nxw/w452-h640/IMG_2563.JPG" width="452" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was Queen Elizabeth's actual birthday 96th today! And it was my Aunt Mimi's 87th birthday! I didn't realize they shared the same birthday. And they look a little bit alike, too. Here is the Queen with some of her prized ponies. The photo was taken this week and officially released to the press. Isn't she still so lovely?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEa6kzsEhk0HQrSxlMw4ztQw_0lX-lvsF5CYL3J5QQRl1b-NeY1y8nmEzKAq6xUZRUdH-WXKTPuuoyMilfeBNzSAGo8efcE5uSaJ5eV-bcuJpgyzxXXQnHpIM02vpXZznVWysZLGG_pN7oHGdDlk69LyjyRb9XGPPRfJhp9qZRn5FI2_HqCMo1nw/s1792/IMG_2564.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEa6kzsEhk0HQrSxlMw4ztQw_0lX-lvsF5CYL3J5QQRl1b-NeY1y8nmEzKAq6xUZRUdH-WXKTPuuoyMilfeBNzSAGo8efcE5uSaJ5eV-bcuJpgyzxXXQnHpIM02vpXZznVWysZLGG_pN7oHGdDlk69LyjyRb9XGPPRfJhp9qZRn5FI2_HqCMo1nw/w296-h640/IMG_2564.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sweet numbers.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiRx4IycsO0_FJOEKgEgRapABki5wVUPTfVLQ5W2vNjXZQkIO4ZKr3_rkyGxhVDyGSwXxml64VTvuZaHvLjf4E5qc1AXS5mTDrQ9-MNfhD86ijZVBtdEKgkuysajJjZ3SBSZ6A9NA3OZNnQ1gqvJT2WP-FciiXCtiQ4mGjX_GqawQnpYMChPxRg/s1792/IMG_2565.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiRx4IycsO0_FJOEKgEgRapABki5wVUPTfVLQ5W2vNjXZQkIO4ZKr3_rkyGxhVDyGSwXxml64VTvuZaHvLjf4E5qc1AXS5mTDrQ9-MNfhD86ijZVBtdEKgkuysajJjZ3SBSZ6A9NA3OZNnQ1gqvJT2WP-FciiXCtiQ4mGjX_GqawQnpYMChPxRg/w296-h640/IMG_2565.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uqWE5352ZVmA1ZAo1w62RRIMM09PnosBqlpdmskhgXW1cZkIYu2QG0bTd34AM8_Urv-rT6-bD9Xt1Bk-mgS-PTbrBCEwT1_PHl2Oo4045PRVnkE3hoa9F6CNx3_ZDKs-bb_2LLKRhfDqHO_OZisyOLPT7zlEKYvxhQLexBn_Wa2zB8MS344Pug/s1792/IMG_2567.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVCkBpO9dfn8Gb_aJd6xG2Wl1OhuySnbE6NTD0blznroRzCietUEHegGJNnG8P8hwNW2cMnf_PnsYcy0xvARMSvR3Juto0ngeT5nx8DVQQ0jVYZvr3_w5u4dXwplQlDNvtjqOdWtJVIs3StFGmpAgFPn3xL7aZjiuPnS7tWxqUIC1Fs5QH5bkTg/s750/IMG_2570.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="750" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVCkBpO9dfn8Gb_aJd6xG2Wl1OhuySnbE6NTD0blznroRzCietUEHegGJNnG8P8hwNW2cMnf_PnsYcy0xvARMSvR3Juto0ngeT5nx8DVQQ0jVYZvr3_w5u4dXwplQlDNvtjqOdWtJVIs3StFGmpAgFPn3xL7aZjiuPnS7tWxqUIC1Fs5QH5bkTg/s320/IMG_2570.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh man, I've done this so many times over the years!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1YFHBOHhtu_vu7YMpz7AGTNrYZ2AtE1sLrjI0-TRUOlrcFILda3tgarfRfL7lFGXi-_MJDS4IFIpUewVwDx-gnSd4oV_Eh_tjVGfviHjA5hY1Ycly8f_lxPU3QEf84h09N9CQCKU2r1Nrt5UG9bJltLjMCe4NUBxQGy_XGyqpB1aEE6QlbCGFA/s2015/IMG_2571.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2015" data-original-width="1120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1YFHBOHhtu_vu7YMpz7AGTNrYZ2AtE1sLrjI0-TRUOlrcFILda3tgarfRfL7lFGXi-_MJDS4IFIpUewVwDx-gnSd4oV_Eh_tjVGfviHjA5hY1Ycly8f_lxPU3QEf84h09N9CQCKU2r1Nrt5UG9bJltLjMCe4NUBxQGy_XGyqpB1aEE6QlbCGFA/s320/IMG_2571.JPG" width="178" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the way over to Tang Soo Do tonight I looked over the roundabout as we approached Beech Grove and noticed the sky was bare and the big Beech Grove <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbvTYa6zUnTEOX9SrS2AdQYezeL6EiH536FjX9U9m4XCR-31KSrrkL2uvyL9bEZss421JDoBQjCnPg-7F0F3xVjU5jEeH96qeV6U4l53rbkiYLT3oOiwOrK6tXHY9fVXfZqXEqLtAZc8wh-vZRPmLhvdSUU680FqLHRnVFWnt3mAlZSu5ufg8ZQ/s4032/IMG_2573.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDbvTYa6zUnTEOX9SrS2AdQYezeL6EiH536FjX9U9m4XCR-31KSrrkL2uvyL9bEZss421JDoBQjCnPg-7F0F3xVjU5jEeH96qeV6U4l53rbkiYLT3oOiwOrK6tXHY9fVXfZqXEqLtAZc8wh-vZRPmLhvdSUU680FqLHRnVFWnt3mAlZSu5ufg8ZQ/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oo, Mr. Nathan brought out when of the breakable board things! Nice!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxZ-eH7dhBqrzLMUbiDjiIHXBeGTyUHJe0fUnQdsg0KR8YK2ElViAl2hx2uqWKjRF74tMvVa8SfOwlp4lF_0A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFY8xXIxNN-gciFPOH191A0tVTWihawHbdFGcYcyibfswOj4k7fdWAuFVBSYRS88NvVuyaMMjrTgHTcOToLwLeqwoC6VdhHaf0TFFipeJWigVE4Hd7MxtDQYP-lAyLVXpptoeZKRkaOxFw5haIyGT734XXk3Hqxo1ysid8EeFKzlOZ1Iu_Ambxw/s4032/IMG_2575.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFY8xXIxNN-gciFPOH191A0tVTWihawHbdFGcYcyibfswOj4k7fdWAuFVBSYRS88NvVuyaMMjrTgHTcOToLwLeqwoC6VdhHaf0TFFipeJWigVE4Hd7MxtDQYP-lAyLVXpptoeZKRkaOxFw5haIyGT734XXk3Hqxo1ysid8EeFKzlOZ1Iu_Ambxw/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Talk about logo gear, even Abishai gets it! He has wanted a logo tshirt from BG Tang Soo Do since starting in Grasshoppers a year ago. So we finally got him one. He's super proud of it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YtMj1SU74-yVFaxGZKP5vEB1SRSHZs8sDC_vMcklSOUlmDzLRVQttfYynZauQKt8M43baLdFh4qQ3XLea9GrpA3VEckRXbrAodbutiWMbwutJ7PKEdKDJ6lqrXEQCsvTu7xRtMF60wtIYvJ2fYaESogbCnndlXwGG9oWvXpuKB6H02SC5MCrOw/s4032/IMG_2576.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2YtMj1SU74-yVFaxGZKP5vEB1SRSHZs8sDC_vMcklSOUlmDzLRVQttfYynZauQKt8M43baLdFh4qQ3XLea9GrpA3VEckRXbrAodbutiWMbwutJ7PKEdKDJ6lqrXEQCsvTu7xRtMF60wtIYvJ2fYaESogbCnndlXwGG9oWvXpuKB6H02SC5MCrOw/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLjty0tzVisvpO7sznKTkul1eimYuvhcYgsmTBxfxyO9Qw9A3WxaaBZG7giUg1zxd0SKCPfjck7ItPY5xHubFF1F0-T8ibmWHcVu1c_TCSZKdLgYZ4jhQkHprPIwiOxpUkZ0hWsw4H_3dUbqLYz22SMevSRQY2Eu0xq1bB6a_PIumtE0Sz8Sx6Q/s4032/IMG_2581.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLjty0tzVisvpO7sznKTkul1eimYuvhcYgsmTBxfxyO9Qw9A3WxaaBZG7giUg1zxd0SKCPfjck7ItPY5xHubFF1F0-T8ibmWHcVu1c_TCSZKdLgYZ4jhQkHprPIwiOxpUkZ0hWsw4H_3dUbqLYz22SMevSRQY2Eu0xq1bB6a_PIumtE0Sz8Sx6Q/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai is so proud to have his t-shirt that he put it on a hanger to keep it nice! It's just a t-shirt! Lol!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXgFO7cfQqDvYZ1y7K2Wb7uBLKcBExbjcFl_oWUye4hLkio6U6gpvAfVEbmH_PAed_DJs5ufhQYiWnpMhLyRKmZ1PhNk6u8BI8bMexKypTEqyT2lM0nqcwwy3CDWYShHp5SyjCn7O8yvNRYtXySxnUVUc3oekE3ClZ3z3dIb8x4Oh64Vj3HFpew/s1200/IMG_2577.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJXgFO7cfQqDvYZ1y7K2Wb7uBLKcBExbjcFl_oWUye4hLkio6U6gpvAfVEbmH_PAed_DJs5ufhQYiWnpMhLyRKmZ1PhNk6u8BI8bMexKypTEqyT2lM0nqcwwy3CDWYShHp5SyjCn7O8yvNRYtXySxnUVUc3oekE3ClZ3z3dIb8x4Oh64Vj3HFpew/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anybody need this? I just love how it says, "Yellow Stripey Things," lol!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o9nXxcO6ykxNBjPwyKcku7thQ-9u35ZVat4YOwwpJ0htO8PjR6ZgJeAMdNnghlYipnXo_hkqk5UmsadgJD1W_AsdguIXeHvQI1sG27sttsbaDtmg6bVDo9Vj7Q8TMjYvy2PaQ4d31gHmmBVa8NbgiU-HDWnsjxX-k68XwtsUu-7dsJG87thmfg/s1792/IMG_2578.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o9nXxcO6ykxNBjPwyKcku7thQ-9u35ZVat4YOwwpJ0htO8PjR6ZgJeAMdNnghlYipnXo_hkqk5UmsadgJD1W_AsdguIXeHvQI1sG27sttsbaDtmg6bVDo9Vj7Q8TMjYvy2PaQ4d31gHmmBVa8NbgiU-HDWnsjxX-k68XwtsUu-7dsJG87thmfg/w296-h640/IMG_2578.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the most beautiful, stoic, grandmotherly ladies I've ever seen. I just love all her outfits and hats and her pearls and simple makeup and her smile. Happy 96th birthday, Queen Elizabeth! So sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGL5CCsXZEVPRBoLrT3SxQEXrjuFWMdAa4YrflefnpNI1f91qaecuoRmufEUY5Yf5RRheKNbDttIkBLv0itHe0JHukq5glAXeNb17gG8iXTDyRCGPc891RFrGw-Y0a-n_C8pBIVFOw9w36HD-xljAfhzSWfYtJZUP_LNJ8k8zr5s3q1OCPGWC7gw/s1792/IMG_2580.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGL5CCsXZEVPRBoLrT3SxQEXrjuFWMdAa4YrflefnpNI1f91qaecuoRmufEUY5Yf5RRheKNbDttIkBLv0itHe0JHukq5glAXeNb17gG8iXTDyRCGPc891RFrGw-Y0a-n_C8pBIVFOw9w36HD-xljAfhzSWfYtJZUP_LNJ8k8zr5s3q1OCPGWC7gw/w296-h640/IMG_2580.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I totally forgot a certain somebody was preaching this weekend. Whoops. My bad. And on the topic of Sabbath of all things. Well, I'll listen to it at some point because I'd really like to know what he's learned and how he's applied it because we, as the extended family, haven't quite reaped it's benefits yet.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />Friday - Our First Park Day of the Season</p><p>- We finally made it to park day! And it was a gorgeous day to do so! Warm, breezy, and loads of kids! Lots of boys for Abishai to play with! He didn't want to leave either. Even Wolf Wagar showed up from the neighborhood across the street because we were at the New Pal park. I got to catch up with a couple of friends I hadn't seen in a few weeks, and that was helpful.</p><p>- We spent the morning doing schoolwork and chores so we could go to park day and not think about it. After park day, we brought Kya home, but first, we needed to go get those haircuts done. We got there very early because I had picked a very not congested route through Franklin Township, go me! Easy, peasy. The boys got their hairs cut, and we got home in time to eat lasagna that Keturah had gotten in the oven for us. I only had pasta for dinner, but that's fine.</p><p>- The temps were all over the place today, and even in the house because Jared and I had another thermostat war. But, it was all in good fun, too. And then, we might be buying a pool off of someone, so we had fun talking through that decision as well. But boy do we have a lot to do this weekend. No rest for the weary. So early to bed to get some sleep before tackling it tomorrow. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4UqBbPhuP5RfCTz4I0oWzISuWMPhx8FTgFSCLwG5GvwYzBxEZpqS1bry3MYQ546RWvQWFWqcpF-SCXI6t87zLsuUnmIMA8sojzQyFX3Mne42wifqA3kSPrmVWRmFEpm8V9_n0Ghz1bdPe-kNpHcD-sLePRTWkTa9povCUTDQLnd6n3TZhbQbUg/s4032/67233463410__2CE35ABF-E197-406D-AE5E-0532B6F75987.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4UqBbPhuP5RfCTz4I0oWzISuWMPhx8FTgFSCLwG5GvwYzBxEZpqS1bry3MYQ546RWvQWFWqcpF-SCXI6t87zLsuUnmIMA8sojzQyFX3Mne42wifqA3kSPrmVWRmFEpm8V9_n0Ghz1bdPe-kNpHcD-sLePRTWkTa9povCUTDQLnd6n3TZhbQbUg/s320/67233463410__2CE35ABF-E197-406D-AE5E-0532B6F75987.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby face!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE2ZZnnPWco07XAh9MpHOlk5gv32he_aTq8VKKX3SD_WYjdCAIdNz8GSE2mLXNlF2t7yPemowHm46miVR6RdZ5B04X9l1vVpLNdLWwkTk34_oTnerzBjBZrLosch2toSYviNkRXtnaVHjZz6Y5kLHamUaiC3W_okLy9Qztb5YC5u9g7Fzds6W1w/s4032/IMG_2582.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiE2ZZnnPWco07XAh9MpHOlk5gv32he_aTq8VKKX3SD_WYjdCAIdNz8GSE2mLXNlF2t7yPemowHm46miVR6RdZ5B04X9l1vVpLNdLWwkTk34_oTnerzBjBZrLosch2toSYviNkRXtnaVHjZz6Y5kLHamUaiC3W_okLy9Qztb5YC5u9g7Fzds6W1w/s320/IMG_2582.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They weren't much different tasting than the white bread Aldi makes, but it's a fun shape.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ABr_6YPhXQV-fI_ICF_zo2mkH5dPIHU6vhKL2xYLld9NMEvCRz9pymggSh-8kBOwwLFmNxfO587f4SbXcFdrjLyJCMuG2W6rFRxLH7eLJLYauvvLxHzHpIh3FMBm56WyqAA8c8oIbeTtqjbrJgRjoJNRsJjBKyEFeb8StH8-gaYsYVjpT7CoXQ/s4032/IMG_2583.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ABr_6YPhXQV-fI_ICF_zo2mkH5dPIHU6vhKL2xYLld9NMEvCRz9pymggSh-8kBOwwLFmNxfO587f4SbXcFdrjLyJCMuG2W6rFRxLH7eLJLYauvvLxHzHpIh3FMBm56WyqAA8c8oIbeTtqjbrJgRjoJNRsJjBKyEFeb8StH8-gaYsYVjpT7CoXQ/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally threw away the beans that didn't grow. I failed this science experiment.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfIlqDvVgEsM74Qs2U-DNfJLxmu9KOKzX7Mf_1-C5SMvCyY77s4AfQMuQUiDe0kpQNBs5W5LltnjFxot0Z9eSoPx_xqyW9KVb_Az7EVmmwPYkGakRf3hbAWa6VVrP14cp2nwH0HRdO_A0OSJvzf5iXtwMx7BeyEEPAXszOOeeMB_BEwhu6oceQw/s4032/IMG_2584.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRfIlqDvVgEsM74Qs2U-DNfJLxmu9KOKzX7Mf_1-C5SMvCyY77s4AfQMuQUiDe0kpQNBs5W5LltnjFxot0Z9eSoPx_xqyW9KVb_Az7EVmmwPYkGakRf3hbAWa6VVrP14cp2nwH0HRdO_A0OSJvzf5iXtwMx7BeyEEPAXszOOeeMB_BEwhu6oceQw/s320/IMG_2584.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some of the socks I bought at Aldi this week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCmr12szXfPCVHSikUjnJo-YYyCSVv-YMTxNg5xQPm-t0QvV0rrsAAw0sKkzJGINiZmGfPULjvRV2E1d2m3n8Puoo9TsCUuCwoetkpk8b6xJYo3Dxx0fnXQM3dtCr2WGrhqmA9oQQFQf-oMlKHnpRgsWBGnV1oxwNiQglScaodIeaFU3Oy7dwEQ/s4032/IMG_2585.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYCmr12szXfPCVHSikUjnJo-YYyCSVv-YMTxNg5xQPm-t0QvV0rrsAAw0sKkzJGINiZmGfPULjvRV2E1d2m3n8Puoo9TsCUuCwoetkpk8b6xJYo3Dxx0fnXQM3dtCr2WGrhqmA9oQQFQf-oMlKHnpRgsWBGnV1oxwNiQglScaodIeaFU3Oy7dwEQ/s320/IMG_2585.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahaha!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pB_Fpt41fo9waWWipNa9z1zDJQ0n7Ox2zb8VsSrRyMFNVny0nPxNbYDy7QuMoFExzKj8vkXJu-jsXg0fCJV-lXx4cdjoFXkm0KBZWWVBA8FA45fwdXhLTSpCNpI0jrtMD7uzvKhbdNi3zx_lLYK9URL6HyDxOzdGmHGj4s2OdltOOrHWUZvIwg/s4032/IMG_2586.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4pB_Fpt41fo9waWWipNa9z1zDJQ0n7Ox2zb8VsSrRyMFNVny0nPxNbYDy7QuMoFExzKj8vkXJu-jsXg0fCJV-lXx4cdjoFXkm0KBZWWVBA8FA45fwdXhLTSpCNpI0jrtMD7uzvKhbdNi3zx_lLYK9URL6HyDxOzdGmHGj4s2OdltOOrHWUZvIwg/s320/IMG_2586.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aldi Logo gear!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPcKE_qEAAvBQ6v7aKcMFleTVa5jAstPlH1ctHoEuQh6YGzC94ubedGG9anpFKRKjfIMUvprY_c7r282b3zf-9Qkq4UrA9HxzEORQ0tQQzgiivkqlFzFjGzOaryQYJSvvBSPcFAcjypOzgc_CmlW53HH2XtBq_ZfrMb8U07Zr3-NpzrCI48PP-A/s1440/IMG_2587.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPcKE_qEAAvBQ6v7aKcMFleTVa5jAstPlH1ctHoEuQh6YGzC94ubedGG9anpFKRKjfIMUvprY_c7r282b3zf-9Qkq4UrA9HxzEORQ0tQQzgiivkqlFzFjGzOaryQYJSvvBSPcFAcjypOzgc_CmlW53HH2XtBq_ZfrMb8U07Zr3-NpzrCI48PP-A/s320/IMG_2587.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exactly my thoughts all the time every day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Hpy_sN6SYqfk5Q4lmhBFncCRGVcK7WqfhNyDt2janEEI_ac46GhU3Wgtoct9136BHMy0wRUPV0TAX0PhMbMnmRzKdL9HiwKWSkZ15op9LxFZPZW81DHrD15krzprzRlZQ81WWhbnZuNWdssK2UdZmDJIjZjsMPHqSVFuCdgrdA6QjIwXu3kpJA/s1440/IMG_2588.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Hpy_sN6SYqfk5Q4lmhBFncCRGVcK7WqfhNyDt2janEEI_ac46GhU3Wgtoct9136BHMy0wRUPV0TAX0PhMbMnmRzKdL9HiwKWSkZ15op9LxFZPZW81DHrD15krzprzRlZQ81WWhbnZuNWdssK2UdZmDJIjZjsMPHqSVFuCdgrdA6QjIwXu3kpJA/s320/IMG_2588.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I totally have that look on my face a lot I guess.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTFVgRh04bJ4PrQC8EC2xqtBPPXt2p08WKJkBirBpuTp-Q3p3NgV4L6GyQRRj5rkjSoOz1rxXAgD_YSp2TYEj8xGQb7AZxQq_jmBBDRmv5uQka_HXp2hauZkuzxXHoFjleKWW3wFqJFDNwKlfhhKoOxrjsraI8bU_1xQXdAJdzLMxyjH6IctV7Q/s1440/IMG_2589.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGTFVgRh04bJ4PrQC8EC2xqtBPPXt2p08WKJkBirBpuTp-Q3p3NgV4L6GyQRRj5rkjSoOz1rxXAgD_YSp2TYEj8xGQb7AZxQq_jmBBDRmv5uQka_HXp2hauZkuzxXHoFjleKWW3wFqJFDNwKlfhhKoOxrjsraI8bU_1xQXdAJdzLMxyjH6IctV7Q/s320/IMG_2589.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No people allowed. This is my safe zone.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulRu_O5yMWMtlJ6iKZTloT_QkwCqUcSR56DE10Jfua2z1ARpwMJHeYrSYmQVH1nBd6AcNHhK0LRXNVoojd8UwaZa-2ZI5n2E9eZd0Nc_xrkCW07RjxM-YUDffqX4Jx5Bo1rgxv_OEIcH3mVVd7_T1FFaDSk3UizBdWE3TGryJ8L5Gy2nBPUydeg/s1792/IMG_2590.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulRu_O5yMWMtlJ6iKZTloT_QkwCqUcSR56DE10Jfua2z1ARpwMJHeYrSYmQVH1nBd6AcNHhK0LRXNVoojd8UwaZa-2ZI5n2E9eZd0Nc_xrkCW07RjxM-YUDffqX4Jx5Bo1rgxv_OEIcH3mVVd7_T1FFaDSk3UizBdWE3TGryJ8L5Gy2nBPUydeg/w296-h640/IMG_2590.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I had to look up the word "entropy" it means chaos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHKA42BY5jyy54f2swZM_WMgkW7Z1mfFgfqwxe8_L23KxB84gebqKaM27wO0Ya0_yCbhX4Vb_hLEQ7_bKTM6LLwS5HRfvN5PZDxNje1-CHTvrgDYgpHGXuHy4R5pvuQpxaWQxscDgx_kvoG3EbNTzmJgQzQ1yv4SOsY2qb7SRUAOid4qqevW8ZQ/s3520/IMG_2593.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguHKA42BY5jyy54f2swZM_WMgkW7Z1mfFgfqwxe8_L23KxB84gebqKaM27wO0Ya0_yCbhX4Vb_hLEQ7_bKTM6LLwS5HRfvN5PZDxNje1-CHTvrgDYgpHGXuHy4R5pvuQpxaWQxscDgx_kvoG3EbNTzmJgQzQ1yv4SOsY2qb7SRUAOid4qqevW8ZQ/s320/IMG_2593.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The robins were out picking small branches from our wood pile!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxAZFFNzec6-y2jCPDsXaa-e24LjD8t0uzRXohcvR2L8SkUmDn6ryU-Hw1uPZtDnI-aqhB05BHTWqiClOH31Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuaFoRT5JSHG40EQN_K_0sdz7una_fbgOujsNWS7ZE_V5lCO_UHClGwfcQPVDQR0W3fc_1Ss9ubd322BUpHiI0w2L4wa7o0E-slZHw_Z-Q_L_I2HhgdCmHOFaKmV1rbV9bjU80p7faNIpl5GjeoqfFtRtWDvZiKr5-TCtCppEqWnH40KBjtRyGw/s4032/IMG_2595.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuaFoRT5JSHG40EQN_K_0sdz7una_fbgOujsNWS7ZE_V5lCO_UHClGwfcQPVDQR0W3fc_1Ss9ubd322BUpHiI0w2L4wa7o0E-slZHw_Z-Q_L_I2HhgdCmHOFaKmV1rbV9bjU80p7faNIpl5GjeoqfFtRtWDvZiKr5-TCtCppEqWnH40KBjtRyGw/s320/IMG_2595.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh the dandelions fields reminds of spring on PEI. We used to have a whole day of festivities dedicated to dandelions.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsaUu5q-qR_wxnXBVOwP9qDB13xVQdmbA5pnv7cTham0Em7JiEACxZo-IqYa0r4_3SkgHzwQxO0uOBeexkG2DhQsvVh8SU0JfKYec8IxaP7US0ljuDBsXFG2xQXjgVkqPfLnApfoAzs3FqAOY2SCdQSF5P6NabnnHk3qG81xRnP6y0H-mWxBjtQ/s4032/IMG_2596.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhsaUu5q-qR_wxnXBVOwP9qDB13xVQdmbA5pnv7cTham0Em7JiEACxZo-IqYa0r4_3SkgHzwQxO0uOBeexkG2DhQsvVh8SU0JfKYec8IxaP7US0ljuDBsXFG2xQXjgVkqPfLnApfoAzs3FqAOY2SCdQSF5P6NabnnHk3qG81xRnP6y0H-mWxBjtQ/w480-h640/IMG_2596.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Part of our motley crew strutting across the dandelion field like they own the place.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bodjRoeLya4j3jTXyHTXTggS1GZukcG06zjOb7hhv29OIkHZ4Z6QADw_hLA_XbwOgM8tA1qpZ2vW6ZfRsFaAB0kE7CCJ6ocvEKljEVLkgOIRIm9xyXGw11tmqBnlEKn6UO3XxCke7SdBETaj25_nHkIWTasj903pvYPW5-SB56kAMYApY-_orA/s4032/IMG_2597.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bodjRoeLya4j3jTXyHTXTggS1GZukcG06zjOb7hhv29OIkHZ4Z6QADw_hLA_XbwOgM8tA1qpZ2vW6ZfRsFaAB0kE7CCJ6ocvEKljEVLkgOIRIm9xyXGw11tmqBnlEKn6UO3XxCke7SdBETaj25_nHkIWTasj903pvYPW5-SB56kAMYApY-_orA/s320/IMG_2597.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots and lots of playing on the slide because Abishai wanted to get away from another kid. But now he knows how it feels when someone else is pursuing you constantly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1PsDPxARKVXuWmKQTnSErfZxU7idJRq1ZHlktOA-asJPv3tsjnDJskaXlB_qCCJnnUKr2NAhUusVMg5M4pbohkhDg9z0skW5pkpG4n4Kql-P8GaBSYchgL7nUdErH5zKk_oBk3G5GWdV4rFRuydaZeq9UjFdPoBodY0BJ-TPr5ESwCronShRlQ/s4032/IMG_2598.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1PsDPxARKVXuWmKQTnSErfZxU7idJRq1ZHlktOA-asJPv3tsjnDJskaXlB_qCCJnnUKr2NAhUusVMg5M4pbohkhDg9z0skW5pkpG4n4Kql-P8GaBSYchgL7nUdErH5zKk_oBk3G5GWdV4rFRuydaZeq9UjFdPoBodY0BJ-TPr5ESwCronShRlQ/s320/IMG_2598.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8p5x1qNVsIpYih2wjI2_NOlbdzw0VkLWogF79fGB2mcDf1ANjC8S039kABtBlqzPkRX32NDzPXuYqIyySwvS0wVZRQm6Dnz8B-eVXlF6RqoN_ZP1y7_rcAjWO6RFYXhdy6QzrGs6VeJ_wE9ICS-wRZJykG0QRXZwWTxrYOXqNAm65f_OG8ut2Yw/s4032/IMG_2600.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8p5x1qNVsIpYih2wjI2_NOlbdzw0VkLWogF79fGB2mcDf1ANjC8S039kABtBlqzPkRX32NDzPXuYqIyySwvS0wVZRQm6Dnz8B-eVXlF6RqoN_ZP1y7_rcAjWO6RFYXhdy6QzrGs6VeJ_wE9ICS-wRZJykG0QRXZwWTxrYOXqNAm65f_OG8ut2Yw/s320/IMG_2600.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haircut vibes. He got a blowout, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU7HACHdv4vW1-P9QLH1s1dqFPmXmCAnjBc9yno1gmc0RqO4xzsux3gNKrA3__k8oGuKWmJI-NciGTmZvTIrSOAS27pr3jBfWpbDiWQGW4qONOLyCSmpv6r7tJoJf5qTUB1CP9TC7eJXfq0tiIlsCkHE_rtWfseaz6U36OrztoUFEAmW2GnkLFQ/s4032/IMG_2601.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpU7HACHdv4vW1-P9QLH1s1dqFPmXmCAnjBc9yno1gmc0RqO4xzsux3gNKrA3__k8oGuKWmJI-NciGTmZvTIrSOAS27pr3jBfWpbDiWQGW4qONOLyCSmpv6r7tJoJf5qTUB1CP9TC7eJXfq0tiIlsCkHE_rtWfseaz6U36OrztoUFEAmW2GnkLFQ/s320/IMG_2601.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Red alert! We have an injury! Keturah was using her inline skates and fell and scraped up her kneed and upper thigh. No worries, it's just a surface level scrape. I'm more concerned about the immediate road rash she got that has raised up this whole area like she's sensitive to something. She'll be fine, I'm sure.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcjN1l96Cpl9RbMPiSQQKBMgTCXbQJViLjard3Uma6Phl59PVAdXtymV7VbodGzhtSUJYqxWzbPjgfubSLFzXvxAkjvjYY_P_BOPKrrUcPgqr3vzYLkmCnR5hD6W0rdf4d1CMOGN5NxahTLERQKYZ3XXADvid6R-Z0VujpejNFYNkeBjygCGtzQ/s4032/IMG_2603.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIcjN1l96Cpl9RbMPiSQQKBMgTCXbQJViLjard3Uma6Phl59PVAdXtymV7VbodGzhtSUJYqxWzbPjgfubSLFzXvxAkjvjYY_P_BOPKrrUcPgqr3vzYLkmCnR5hD6W0rdf4d1CMOGN5NxahTLERQKYZ3XXADvid6R-Z0VujpejNFYNkeBjygCGtzQ/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0C4mviydqUOcewXYb-4DB1OJ_3aXbxpa48Gw9quqE7HnFyLFkv0UwL93E2YtCAWdnryyQctkQya6ejdIlqKZYfv-xpXfvVNS9g24V8Umn065tx5bEIRtoB574xU_QSMfjt7bY2G17uW5F93FC6Zm6VERWlj2pwgAp96Tn6Uq7_IMDkir4zWSPXg/s4032/IMG_2605.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0C4mviydqUOcewXYb-4DB1OJ_3aXbxpa48Gw9quqE7HnFyLFkv0UwL93E2YtCAWdnryyQctkQya6ejdIlqKZYfv-xpXfvVNS9g24V8Umn065tx5bEIRtoB574xU_QSMfjt7bY2G17uW5F93FC6Zm6VERWlj2pwgAp96Tn6Uq7_IMDkir4zWSPXg/s320/IMG_2605.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Saturday - Spring Yard Work</p><p>- Why is it that my kids think they are going to get out of yard work? They should know better now? Justin laid in bed until noon! We started waking everybody up at 8am. He literally said, at noon, that his brain wasn't working yet. Um, you're brain works just fine, especially if you've been awake for at least 3 hrs. You just don't want to get up and make your brain work for yard work. Sigh. Get it in gear. Every family should have a family spring yard work day. It should never just fall on a dad to do the yard work. It's not fair at all. Same with mom's work inside. Justin was like, "I never get a chance to rest." Um, yes you do. Every day that you are doing screen time for 2 hrs in the afternoon, and then you're on from 7pm to 1am every evening. Yes, you have plenty of time. You have plenty of downtime, plus you don't have to think of the million and one things that a parent does. So, buck up, and get outside. </p><p>- We ended up doing some things in the morning, and then they worked a bit at Grandpa's house, came home and had screen time, and then we did the mulching after dinner. I'm going to be so stiff for the next 4 days. That's the part these young 'uns don't get either. They might be a little extra tired, but they don't know how much pain Jared and I will be in for the next week. Yes, my parents NEVER had to ask me take care of the yard, I just did it! I took over and I did it. Because my dad had his car accident at that point and had a pinched nerve in his neck and drove up to 2 hrs one way to work and would come home so sore and couldn't do much else. He would do go to the chiropractor once a week and he would use a heat wrap on his car rides to and from work. I knew he was hurting. Plus I was home. So I just did it. And I was home in the afternoon during dinner time, so I would cook dinner. And I got up at 6am at walked the dogs. Without complaining. Because I loved my parents and it's just what I could do to help out. No money involved. It was something to do. Kept my hands busy. And my mom was hurting, too, with her back and restless legs, and she was busy. Sigh. So I don't understand why my kids don't have any compassion towards Jared and I. It came naturally to me. So I don't know how to teach it to them.</p><p>- We led by example today, too. I crawled around weeding and loosening the old mulch. And then I spread the new mulch around, too. That was after I got Abishai's Ninja Star from behind the piano. Which led me to vacuum as much dust and go hair as I could from behind there, which led me to vacuum the hallway better and then the bathroom. Then I went outside. While I was loosening the mulch, I noticed more leaf debris than I had seen before. Oh, Jared might have gotten some leaf stuff out of the gutters. Oh wait, maybe I should send Justin up there first, to finish the job before I put new mulch down and it gets on the new mulch. Ok, sorry we hurried up and did that. Then it was Grandpa house. Keturah had already sneaked over there with the dog and only told Abishai. Um, that's not how it goes. Inform us parents, silly goose. Anyway, it all worked out.</p><p>- Jared napped and I pretended to nap and really needed one, but scrolled away the afternoon on my phone. oof. Then the flower bed was mulched, as well as the bamboo, and several trees. We got through Abishai's bath and Justin's shower and then Jared said the water pressure tank was leaking. Crap. Crap. Crap. I desperately needed a shower. This messes everything up. Now I have to take one at Gary and Leah's in the morning which means I won't have time to get it together to go the New Pal church in person. Grrrr....Keturah and Jared went over to Gary and Leah's this evening to get their showers done. Thank goodness we have relatives that live nearby. And thank goodness we didn't desperately need laundry or dishwasher done. Frustrating. I didn't want to put it off another week. But I guess it will have to wait. </p><p>- I'm exhausted and I'm going to be so stiff tomorrow. It got very warm today, over 80 degrees but I had to put a heating pad on my heating back tonight. We put the a/c on for a little bit but now we are running the house fan. I'm sure my sinuses will be glad we did and I'll have vertigo again. Sigh. Oh, and I have had a hangover headache all day because my poor decisions last night. And it's never gone away today, sitting outside in the sun didn't help, and now being exhausted. Sigh. Here's a couple of things from today.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gREj1RQeS9TOVGyXRaBlswWz9fjZxycYTHFg-vpvkUVpRWiQ-q2h00tKfEQOhgPImSgrZ-m7DDNLiWQTrQiuZ2XBS32HvS6hyjVOfVuMTwWMfphd-ef82dEe1cPCN02NdsJdwEmpM-gxvzCiUMwZ8m2tBNojkhW-wsLELykqmcxK4gyE0kPZ0g/s1792/IMG_2607.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9gREj1RQeS9TOVGyXRaBlswWz9fjZxycYTHFg-vpvkUVpRWiQ-q2h00tKfEQOhgPImSgrZ-m7DDNLiWQTrQiuZ2XBS32HvS6hyjVOfVuMTwWMfphd-ef82dEe1cPCN02NdsJdwEmpM-gxvzCiUMwZ8m2tBNojkhW-wsLELykqmcxK4gyE0kPZ0g/w296-h640/IMG_2607.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check it out! One of Jared's favorites books and author is in my crossword puzzle!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL4NemBvWVbbYoYsOgU51U61i9aXZuR6yEcIxeBlK50ldHyby326YdVq0ABJojv2tImtS8aa6hXhDwMgKANwrSh0I3f9YNL7F7DpDqORVSAhLzwzejN6KTaySITr-ZD6qYrsLVCcqxmvs7mQHAi59G_YNnS9DLOKXihjZuKdjhTHYGwPw8pVdUA/s4032/IMG_2611.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL4NemBvWVbbYoYsOgU51U61i9aXZuR6yEcIxeBlK50ldHyby326YdVq0ABJojv2tImtS8aa6hXhDwMgKANwrSh0I3f9YNL7F7DpDqORVSAhLzwzejN6KTaySITr-ZD6qYrsLVCcqxmvs7mQHAi59G_YNnS9DLOKXihjZuKdjhTHYGwPw8pVdUA/s320/IMG_2611.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ew!!! Thank goodness it's just dry dust and dog hair. Really, it's not a big deal. And it's only one piece of paper. I was expecting a lot more toys back here. I vacuumed as far as I could without pulling the piano itself out. I already had to move the piano books off of the little bookcase and move the bookcase by myself, so I was not going to get into it further. I did get out Abishai's Ninja Star that he accidentally threw back here that was the impetus for this little project.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3-YKyg-nBDfCORAn50j7_b0FUSc9vtGbbWK7s2EmP194K-_JAsB3mV2xXuCdhpSyu9myDCAE03X3TqHkIaiV2NdBljU5klvKxc9Acym22c6ZnadeDj7UdUt6eerOvax6D2vZQIuVRa6g0hlQQXoq69XUfISXNNW8BKaGswhuieVhkLv8j4HNNw/s1792/IMG_2612.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3-YKyg-nBDfCORAn50j7_b0FUSc9vtGbbWK7s2EmP194K-_JAsB3mV2xXuCdhpSyu9myDCAE03X3TqHkIaiV2NdBljU5klvKxc9Acym22c6ZnadeDj7UdUt6eerOvax6D2vZQIuVRa6g0hlQQXoq69XUfISXNNW8BKaGswhuieVhkLv8j4HNNw/w296-h640/IMG_2612.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeremiah and Isaiah, yup, spoke and spoke basically into the air and nobody listened. It must have been so demoralizing. Especially in front of their wives and children. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - Sabbath/Shabbatt</p><p>- I stayed home. Again. Because I didn't get to shower. And I didn't get to sleep<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOd960hyyAd-0gs1VjShI6LejRtBRfDDRPiX2TXG0RUvrVlxYooCD9SLxVHo_5F3yZTNm5HmQgENmb0yLgzIf9_eFwFm-8dayUQj0bqZEvc2263gy5jf8z-LdLaeycRXKaUcswzara8jNgabISPwUW5w_XRINPQoMqWkIm1uMYZfY_c6xAZYLXMA/s2016/IMG_2618.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOd960hyyAd-0gs1VjShI6LejRtBRfDDRPiX2TXG0RUvrVlxYooCD9SLxVHo_5F3yZTNm5HmQgENmb0yLgzIf9_eFwFm-8dayUQj0bqZEvc2263gy5jf8z-LdLaeycRXKaUcswzara8jNgabISPwUW5w_XRINPQoMqWkIm1uMYZfY_c6xAZYLXMA/s320/IMG_2618.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New life, nice catch, hubby!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsbD3XuZLP7L_ve0VRGgT5l8dG-m679HAXWLkmB8LZINkzAoxuuth9ggRWfjwCveTkWL2NtN0ZHuWH0XsuOuNHwNk8SfpZECdzF8fWHVZzltbMfKuFgy1T5jN04JIg-ZeqF6_xzQNvWKapBHC_1kNa3No3gXd3MgUcp9zHTKpfiEpL8Kl-LFYog/s2016/IMG_2619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsbD3XuZLP7L_ve0VRGgT5l8dG-m679HAXWLkmB8LZINkzAoxuuth9ggRWfjwCveTkWL2NtN0ZHuWH0XsuOuNHwNk8SfpZECdzF8fWHVZzltbMfKuFgy1T5jN04JIg-ZeqF6_xzQNvWKapBHC_1kNa3No3gXd3MgUcp9zHTKpfiEpL8Kl-LFYog/s320/IMG_2619.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22koUfGM66Rv3v78BwU2b3MyhyGsYSjDDgrjU4AKq_QNme1l9W43s_cNrnCVct1PbFYzXMiCTTqg3onyWItG4fMM2F64MvW5zvSkDyaQeHo8AgWoS4btWrATZnVRcfZABdgJ7G_o6WDolbrKeRqIA9r5GlW1Atid3F0ETtYNbjfdAEkwWXW5ZHA/s4032/IMG_2620.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj22koUfGM66Rv3v78BwU2b3MyhyGsYSjDDgrjU4AKq_QNme1l9W43s_cNrnCVct1PbFYzXMiCTTqg3onyWItG4fMM2F64MvW5zvSkDyaQeHo8AgWoS4btWrATZnVRcfZABdgJ7G_o6WDolbrKeRqIA9r5GlW1Atid3F0ETtYNbjfdAEkwWXW5ZHA/s320/IMG_2620.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Apparently I'm allergic to mulch. Itchy! It's a good thing I keep old things like prescription steroid anti itch cream, it was pretty cleared up by the morning (this was late last night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW95_kwmVZemZtcmuOLFEQs-lGr9aDsuetIw6zte8twOxxq4FVKO6J5vHzHD7B8TSzhUbT0gy__WQWzS4Y56Od4rsnf1dDyWfSjhoeiOzQLdIHRBUY3eN9tw3FYx983A6WcX8ziWbSG2Fnci-6E-YDWZrWQQedsZJqW-vwJckO29miabvvQjhT1Q/s4032/IMG_2621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW95_kwmVZemZtcmuOLFEQs-lGr9aDsuetIw6zte8twOxxq4FVKO6J5vHzHD7B8TSzhUbT0gy__WQWzS4Y56Od4rsnf1dDyWfSjhoeiOzQLdIHRBUY3eN9tw3FYx983A6WcX8ziWbSG2Fnci-6E-YDWZrWQQedsZJqW-vwJckO29miabvvQjhT1Q/w640-h480/IMG_2621.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, it's hard to tell the difference between my brown spots and hives, I get it. But trust me, it was pretty bad for me. Most of my skin was pink, too. Not bad enough to go to urgent care or anything, but definitely needed that steroid cream. I had used my bare hands to move the mulch around. Dumb move.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lqjh2u__q-u2_8oQ8LSrGi92W10QQ6rFH0aHAAcGGjxZW_pTd2HEVepJid3wJQQvscBnCs-Mf6rHFO6YtLwdpSR3ZGMB19LpBGa4ouhYc6SZj-9Rbiz13oxfDbmBwddeGsIM1iDt4BPua_TYkJ3I1Gas2rp5a58H0tuZJabY8-pPlUB4f57ZCw/s4032/IMG_2622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_lqjh2u__q-u2_8oQ8LSrGi92W10QQ6rFH0aHAAcGGjxZW_pTd2HEVepJid3wJQQvscBnCs-Mf6rHFO6YtLwdpSR3ZGMB19LpBGa4ouhYc6SZj-9Rbiz13oxfDbmBwddeGsIM1iDt4BPua_TYkJ3I1Gas2rp5a58H0tuZJabY8-pPlUB4f57ZCw/w480-h640/IMG_2622.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A bit on on this arm, too. Ugh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNFkzE_oU8Z5cTCJuHH31a8FrbdK0gplI1rU_hTyUFN8TjHKcAej-LvqtpVSOglAPh0aynNXFMMVD7PCFknU6avDSNuM5GwJHrHmVXzx4Eln_whD533iI0jyxLaYYU0ysqrCXFoSWohiH96nVbhofL85xeFHunMd6vVvMuVFW64k_fwwJpY2fFQ/s940/IMG_2623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNFkzE_oU8Z5cTCJuHH31a8FrbdK0gplI1rU_hTyUFN8TjHKcAej-LvqtpVSOglAPh0aynNXFMMVD7PCFknU6avDSNuM5GwJHrHmVXzx4Eln_whD533iI0jyxLaYYU0ysqrCXFoSWohiH96nVbhofL85xeFHunMd6vVvMuVFW64k_fwwJpY2fFQ/w400-h335/IMG_2623.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love him, or hate him, he's still right.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0nz2lrRLXTH_3w8D74thwAsocO7zi3el6kQqOodyT_QDHmP_APXGz-xHbWvUJE6oGComkvT3bv9BRE0oN8SUqNpA5orl0Le4pf_du_4RUDQ3FFFq7DPWWbgHav_OFSSH8VoccqyBYohfGvySXw5Q61qjOWapVm3REbYI1_6SZT977sBNeti-hw/s1792/IMG_2624.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0nz2lrRLXTH_3w8D74thwAsocO7zi3el6kQqOodyT_QDHmP_APXGz-xHbWvUJE6oGComkvT3bv9BRE0oN8SUqNpA5orl0Le4pf_du_4RUDQ3FFFq7DPWWbgHav_OFSSH8VoccqyBYohfGvySXw5Q61qjOWapVm3REbYI1_6SZT977sBNeti-hw/w296-h640/IMG_2624.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's why it's important to consider a verse in context. Always look around a verse to see what else the author is referencing. Remember, verse chapters and numbers were added much, much later, like at least 1000 years after Christ. God kneels down, and then He looks up. That's amazing!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt4eptn-H7B6hgGiUqqNUr0OtZVoVX_MI21edfgg7BdaZbPL2QVMTY0ySAX2dmXVhj-I4cLi7SM-c6hjE0IrwCYQYu8AI9oMXOQdNx_t9O2Rq6SwXbo41OnL0JrSr4sW3iHiht3vzQ4A1zZm75Yq3KXk-WED2mdYaMUdV0vLwRgGr07HrWX8qZA/s4032/IMG_2625.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGt4eptn-H7B6hgGiUqqNUr0OtZVoVX_MI21edfgg7BdaZbPL2QVMTY0ySAX2dmXVhj-I4cLi7SM-c6hjE0IrwCYQYu8AI9oMXOQdNx_t9O2Rq6SwXbo41OnL0JrSr4sW3iHiht3vzQ4A1zZm75Yq3KXk-WED2mdYaMUdV0vLwRgGr07HrWX8qZA/s320/IMG_2625.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The local chat group had a poster that was literally yelling at our community for not keeping the dandelions at bay. You all know that dandelions sprout up over night. And no one can get rid of them quickly if they are busy, or elderly, or physically ill. Besides, look at how beautiful this looks. Who cares if you get rid of it? Purple and yellow together. Wildflowers. Leave them alone. It's my yard. And stop yelling at neighbors. Not everyone wants to use chemicals and have a perfectly even and green manicured lawn. It costs money and time. There's bigger things to worry about. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6oOhc7cyXsvJG5h6z3p_1b-YXvq_q2pCYK-ykPZLD65T8PMhKRR1KqqZ5k3_uAk93I96v9pqjNE3LDAXjwbcKM-LLGLsRNPDANzJcv9DEBJcxsviZAAtUuC0Jynfu7N4XnNzKqL_dRnuAW0U3olBjYm7qoJ1tqOUqjDHNfbJx-XMmsLQr3gOjw/s4032/IMG_2626.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6oOhc7cyXsvJG5h6z3p_1b-YXvq_q2pCYK-ykPZLD65T8PMhKRR1KqqZ5k3_uAk93I96v9pqjNE3LDAXjwbcKM-LLGLsRNPDANzJcv9DEBJcxsviZAAtUuC0Jynfu7N4XnNzKqL_dRnuAW0U3olBjYm7qoJ1tqOUqjDHNfbJx-XMmsLQr3gOjw/s320/IMG_2626.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God's beauty.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgig-i5zqRIPf-uoXd5LFpj-5hIZN-zPc_nHhVvr8wqET6bWCI965k0_AcTEqPip5XtktA3pGpHA460p13mX6ICOPTXzUVNxwpoHudLdg8D85k9QI_QVrORy1pQQzfs2pMSiOX70KZvdzqGw3K539FWO1dOgaYkVJrQgxULqTyFDdiyP6DOEkCeyg/s4032/IMG_2627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgig-i5zqRIPf-uoXd5LFpj-5hIZN-zPc_nHhVvr8wqET6bWCI965k0_AcTEqPip5XtktA3pGpHA460p13mX6ICOPTXzUVNxwpoHudLdg8D85k9QI_QVrORy1pQQzfs2pMSiOX70KZvdzqGw3K539FWO1dOgaYkVJrQgxULqTyFDdiyP6DOEkCeyg/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94jO7OWr9_Ir0KZSq4vsP10-5nNJs3iSe5jHsLx-skNav9bGO8bCk_A5F0KmYt0jpGpQ-OWKjLG19l60Xxqffr_eXqRAc4Ph04sPaZ6rv4k_A4H-QKjk1tTzjKPYxe1eNB2MMUfOq9i3ByvCSot-3FXziubfVycr6q_f2-rn0dHvINURcGkdv1Q/s4032/IMG_2628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi94jO7OWr9_Ir0KZSq4vsP10-5nNJs3iSe5jHsLx-skNav9bGO8bCk_A5F0KmYt0jpGpQ-OWKjLG19l60Xxqffr_eXqRAc4Ph04sPaZ6rv4k_A4H-QKjk1tTzjKPYxe1eNB2MMUfOq9i3ByvCSot-3FXziubfVycr6q_f2-rn0dHvINURcGkdv1Q/s320/IMG_2628.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-ROYwe5eli3FMja22y8jaWNut7jRegqGHQImfKpVpPSK3RE2cl9OIkhsSDRqQLU5GeVq9I-WVbG_cwFSapwMcs7d4BafJBprR57DpjICAgpQ0c8Z8x7dWSPnjZfaWghULI6-DF6JHs4R2aERX1yKcSk2C2Kj4ldA4x0DNn-POd46_4xdg3sj-A/s4032/IMG_2629.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-ROYwe5eli3FMja22y8jaWNut7jRegqGHQImfKpVpPSK3RE2cl9OIkhsSDRqQLU5GeVq9I-WVbG_cwFSapwMcs7d4BafJBprR57DpjICAgpQ0c8Z8x7dWSPnjZfaWghULI6-DF6JHs4R2aERX1yKcSk2C2Kj4ldA4x0DNn-POd46_4xdg3sj-A/s320/IMG_2629.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See how gorgeous this is when you get down on the micro level?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7a-WGzLHZBplIR1BW-6UiU6QI68Epc6lpfeROmmbo1YJsIr3-nw59bHcB3xhF3PnRRSXr2Ww0JtCVNTDGEiLQCEX2p4dY9dJ60X9_Htn_RubZ9OjZSFhAInyv0Xedp8VFW62WGxMLFuwqlaIj9VsAFe74D6LBF82BBsS0W5EKUkQS_H4bxX1Fw/s4032/IMG_2630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK7a-WGzLHZBplIR1BW-6UiU6QI68Epc6lpfeROmmbo1YJsIr3-nw59bHcB3xhF3PnRRSXr2Ww0JtCVNTDGEiLQCEX2p4dY9dJ60X9_Htn_RubZ9OjZSFhAInyv0Xedp8VFW62WGxMLFuwqlaIj9VsAFe74D6LBF82BBsS0W5EKUkQS_H4bxX1Fw/s320/IMG_2630.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God made this and cares about this. Who are we to judge it? Sheesh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpNvCYFS9Wd6acSLtN1iufja1ts_Fb8Zf8LWZNwmkB-NQeO9RlB5CfrTO9kbUrXI2nzT0L8y8n6tqzriIGYldrrQ8BVXoveoMucao2L9rs-2qzjr86E6dluhvBcrd5sEQ_8HB9oAZMJaqUlmxum16aZ_5QIXgUASeuZzwNlO1FlLvmcFgFZac1w/s3520/IMG_2631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpNvCYFS9Wd6acSLtN1iufja1ts_Fb8Zf8LWZNwmkB-NQeO9RlB5CfrTO9kbUrXI2nzT0L8y8n6tqzriIGYldrrQ8BVXoveoMucao2L9rs-2qzjr86E6dluhvBcrd5sEQ_8HB9oAZMJaqUlmxum16aZ_5QIXgUASeuZzwNlO1FlLvmcFgFZac1w/w360-h640/IMG_2631.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at how big this boy is?! It seems like he's grown 3 inches overnight! With that short haircut, skinny jeans, long arms and legs, wowzers. Abishai is now a little over 7 years old and almost done with 1st grade. How can that be?! He barely fits in this plastic tire swing. He can swing on his own but still wants Daddy to push him. So big!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3O86xQdoG78ezs46QjqSnRoxeSbUSfcKn2nlORq0I0cjDEry4j2bhGyNNrHueZQD3PooBTpog2wVcXhMZCw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4vbX4j1zdbKOb_B1fdgyv5aONGHb4PFZwL9rat-X9PpYoOBYqBowmDGcQZMt88q0bDqRSSE76pfZcvMlz5aH39zoIqOXIGx8YxQULERpq074DvL0RAm_H0kv3ibdPO35kXgi873LvCmupvUjr_BFj4kIj_pFsVKpzb6uH085H9arwJDT437nYg/s3520/IMG_2632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL4vbX4j1zdbKOb_B1fdgyv5aONGHb4PFZwL9rat-X9PpYoOBYqBowmDGcQZMt88q0bDqRSSE76pfZcvMlz5aH39zoIqOXIGx8YxQULERpq074DvL0RAm_H0kv3ibdPO35kXgi873LvCmupvUjr_BFj4kIj_pFsVKpzb6uH085H9arwJDT437nYg/w360-h640/IMG_2632.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfsfDRVfDoTXDUbpHGqnhJuaow3Jwmjgk9hAE_FUC5T7VWLVil0reXJWn9Hj6MR7q9JZlnmKT0aeknXqwN6WGp8JMx_7TvOmI9fKdv1_3fox_yEVdvVfzFcXLnrQDU1z9c6j7MEl9S5Zzmp1cSQ16i52VyNSlo11GD_axo-yUv6LCWCosotmnSqg/s3520/IMG_2633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfsfDRVfDoTXDUbpHGqnhJuaow3Jwmjgk9hAE_FUC5T7VWLVil0reXJWn9Hj6MR7q9JZlnmKT0aeknXqwN6WGp8JMx_7TvOmI9fKdv1_3fox_yEVdvVfzFcXLnrQDU1z9c6j7MEl9S5Zzmp1cSQ16i52VyNSlo11GD_axo-yUv6LCWCosotmnSqg/w360-h640/IMG_2633.JPG" width="360" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnQ88P-rMPdOH-t0-fEBWxhHozwKdAGsyu6c57FGw6F0Uv09PqrYp3sfo_TGEpvNsluvZkdI8M-g7k6k9Yb3S5cbG59iWyzxtHnJgltdNILwngTQZQaJftAm_thqnc_D6Bh_RR964MiRGcyQz6hZFMBsWUBzjzTiBDdttXFZfMD8yv7NkDfnbXQ/s4032/IMG_2636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnQ88P-rMPdOH-t0-fEBWxhHozwKdAGsyu6c57FGw6F0Uv09PqrYp3sfo_TGEpvNsluvZkdI8M-g7k6k9Yb3S5cbG59iWyzxtHnJgltdNILwngTQZQaJftAm_thqnc_D6Bh_RR964MiRGcyQz6hZFMBsWUBzjzTiBDdttXFZfMD8yv7NkDfnbXQ/s320/IMG_2636.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I won't enlarge this photo, but yes, I'm still going to put this here. I discovered a huge growth next to Socks' big tooth on the left side of his mouth. It's soft to the touch but not pus filled I don't think. It could be a growth, or it could just be an infection. Either way, we could be looking at at least draining it, but more than likely, I'm thinking it will be surgery to remove it and/or the tooth. I'm deathly afraid of this. The actual surgery part would be fine. It could be infection, a benign tumor or cancerous. But what I am afraid of is the anesthesia and Socks' heart condition. I watch vet videos every single day and a lot of them are of surgical procedures of all kinds. And their biggest concern usually is the anesthesia. Usually it's the small, old, and frail/unhealthy dogs they are most concerned about. However, it happens to any breed, size, and health condition of dog or any animal on the show for any procedure. I am concerned a little bit about cost. We do have funds to cover this right now, though. I was thinking of getting Socks checked out again anyway because he's been panting more which means his heart is working harder. And he could always have his bloodwork checked. And again, it's a simple procedure to have it drained or removed and should be resolved easily. Jared should be ok with the cost for that. He would not be ok with a more invasive surgery with continuing interventions that would cost $1,000's. If it's cancer and it requires chemo, then it would probably be the end for us. Socks still isn't suffering otherwise, so I'm not willing to take away his life yet. I can't. I can't play God yet. But that's why I'm so scared to make even this decision to put him under for surgery. Because if his heart can't take it and he dies on the surgery table, I will blame myself for causing it, although it's not my fault. I just know it will take a long time for me to get over it. I have been very emotional this week as it is, including issues yesterday with the water tank, so I didn't need this to happen this afternoon. I check Socks' mouth fairly often for things like this. So I'm not sure how this could have happened so quickly. This is why I think he hasn't been eating as much the last two weeks. But really, it hasn't been more than like two weeks. I'm so careful to check. I'm just not ready to deal with something like this. Not now. Just not now. It's a good thing we have a light week this week, but still, I'm physically, emotionally, and mentally weak right now. I'm very scared. I have to talk myself off the ledge. And there goes our IRS refund. Dog medical bills. Possible water tank issues. Pool for the kids. And end scene. No more refund. Sigh. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-18097710364737697902022-04-18T00:15:00.005-03:002022-04-18T00:15:34.500-03:00Year 7, April 11th-17th, 2022: Spring Break 2022<p> Monday - Work Day</p><p>- Jared and I determined that today would be an individual project day. We both have things to work on and want to take advantage of the quiet. I desperately needed to catch up on blog stuff that didn't need Abishai's constant interruptions. Although Jared can be quite good at interrupting as well. But I got it done! The last week's worth of blogs are journaled and published! I'll be checking the backup cd's for the photos/cds here in a bit but I just have to write today's normal entry and I'm finally up to date! It has taken me all day! I get so distracted but even a little bit of email, or a part of a game. I haven't even done all my game routines, or taken a shower, or watched any videos. But I get sleepy sometimes and that doesn't help. Sigh. </p><p>- The only other major thing I finally did was send out the 1st quarter of estimated taxes for Indian income tax. It's not enough work done, but maybe it is. Maybe it does that take that much effort to do my blog routine. Maybe I need to give it up. Maybe I don't. I don't know. Whatever.</p><p>- Our counselor canceled on us tomorrow so we have another day to do more of our physical to do list, so I'm relieved and ok that I didn't get as much done today as I had hoped. I'm really tired and needed a nap but it's 5pm. I need to relax, too, and I promised myself I would. But I knew that I couldn't until this blog was caught up. I'll lay down after supper maybe.</p><p>- Jared has agreed to do some of the bathroom project! It's a miracle! I could cry! I didn't want to leave the house so he brought me some paint samples! He needed some things for his wood projects, so he went to Home Depot anyway. Sweet! I told him that I didn't want to actually tackle it until I got x, y, and z done this week. He does have to get some papers graded and has a couple of other things to work on. </p><p>- We both didn't want to over schedule and under deliver and we didn't want to push ourselves too hard. Today has felt a little bit like that, too much like a normal day for me. We did schedule in a whole day of traveling somewhere on Friday. And on Wednesday, Justin and I will be doing things to catch him up on school. That leaves Tuesday and Thursday for us to do a bit more of that relaxing bit. We did "sleep in." But Jared had to take Justin to work, so we were sort of awake after that. We are used to our routines. I can't stay in our pjs. And we both tried to earlier. We've anticipated having the house to ourselves, if you catch my drift, but we've gotten pretty good at adulting and taking initiative and using our time wisely, too. It's Monday. Monday is my ultra productive day. It's my work day after my chang of pace rest and do nothing weekend. I had made my list and I needed to tackle it. I set my plan and deadline and I need to make that deadline. I'm too driven. Nope. Scratch that. I'm not TOO driven. I'm just driven. Being a driven person is fine. There's too many lazy people in this country. Well, at least in my household.</p><p>- But now, I'm tired. I didn't have my nap. I didn't go rest. And I'll be dragging the rest of the next 7 hrs until bedtime. My eyes hurt from being on the computer, too. I miss having my computer time broken up school work. Oh well. Live and learn.</p><p>- Meanwhile, kiddos in NOLA have had their sugar highs and screen times and playground excursions. Abishai got up at 5:45am New Orleans time, 6:45am our time! Nora said she tried to keep him calm by having him bounce on her exercise ball. Everly and Keturah slept in the living room on the couch, so it was wise not to send him out there, lol. Everly would have been nice but Keturah would have swatted him or something. Grandma and Grandpa needed the rest after all that driving. And Shauna wouldn't have been up yet. I'm sure Aaron was getting ready for work. I told them to just Abishai outside to run laps around the backyard like a puppy dog would first thing in the morning. That's what we do. If they told him that, he would have known what I meant. But, it's not my problem, eh? And I don't care how much sugar they feed him because again, not my problem. And if they put him on too much screen time and he acts up because he hasn't been properly exercised? Not my problem. They know better. But will they listen. No. I'm sure they will get tired of his energy and hand over the electronics because that's what they do here. Drives me insane. But, their house, their rules. As long as they have fun I guess. They come home late on Friday night and then they get to detox over Easter weekend with us and I have Daddy's help before we do three more weeks of school. It will be ok.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiiv8Fm_8U2n7LQ2PL0Lkbb72-s1QxbEE1bhoNhm8tOdKLnU6pOmsuZJYagS7kHG7c_rxf_e6hIg8myZBJi05y4nGGwkhxyDoVgJbIugOy9THsfxlnFKKntC2qHnKFIhYrFlYAJr7x-0zDtdLaiI-vlbjucVlsS3m0amobwGpm_Eu3EUjvs0HMQ/s4032/67138075490__E2EFA513-9207-46B8-A7EF-84C0393BE328.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKiiv8Fm_8U2n7LQ2PL0Lkbb72-s1QxbEE1bhoNhm8tOdKLnU6pOmsuZJYagS7kHG7c_rxf_e6hIg8myZBJi05y4nGGwkhxyDoVgJbIugOy9THsfxlnFKKntC2qHnKFIhYrFlYAJr7x-0zDtdLaiI-vlbjucVlsS3m0amobwGpm_Eu3EUjvs0HMQ/s320/67138075490__E2EFA513-9207-46B8-A7EF-84C0393BE328.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Already into electronic time, go figure. Sigh. I'm glad he has a blankie fort though. Looks cozy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTajfA47P6bEfaktY4G4UlZ5Deb1vldFOgnbSmI__6vgOQJOcIIY2AQdawojjr5QkMbZ3VOXnBQ16CVnyll6d6AlkUlAg4RkelfOWIry2t4Fd-PyCc9V8xhsnJOaevsvHUWdSES04tCmU7LY4abxRCsZarW26F9DpWy-fAhRl2Zuq0RyNv8ktBnQ/s4032/IMG_2306.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTajfA47P6bEfaktY4G4UlZ5Deb1vldFOgnbSmI__6vgOQJOcIIY2AQdawojjr5QkMbZ3VOXnBQ16CVnyll6d6AlkUlAg4RkelfOWIry2t4Fd-PyCc9V8xhsnJOaevsvHUWdSES04tCmU7LY4abxRCsZarW26F9DpWy-fAhRl2Zuq0RyNv8ktBnQ/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grass makes a great pillow! I think Socks is depressed though. He hasn't eaten much since the kids left. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5dbhIkzGa8yPB1E9IPBraYFd6K2UzJUxzWmTmAFfMQeF7JRHnJYxwdVmgOPYzjSQEHC3x4eePE_awziv3y0bIqxzU1jE4H3lfRGH14uflVbdXJFuUGE3ClKZrwN_tshSaoKMlfXWLT3_gyD0WkJRtRBGKE8ep1v1p8OS4di85UrF2JVgbJpw0g/s4032/IMG_2308.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp5dbhIkzGa8yPB1E9IPBraYFd6K2UzJUxzWmTmAFfMQeF7JRHnJYxwdVmgOPYzjSQEHC3x4eePE_awziv3y0bIqxzU1jE4H3lfRGH14uflVbdXJFuUGE3ClKZrwN_tshSaoKMlfXWLT3_gyD0WkJRtRBGKE8ep1v1p8OS4di85UrF2JVgbJpw0g/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Where did my kids go? I can't find them! He did sleep for a bit on Keturah's bed and then found Justin when I went to bed. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir19zFJgHvzfqu7WvN63-NYdoWIbg7HLzgp1ESpadEXDWtlO_mCw-0M_rwHmGTLJLaKkopQksADdIZyFPXmhJaav2Buymt9v6Q-Ozewl1xE_ypNoG-Gbowo4XIB2RoT2jUdTE16cMKbzBhcRzGW4lcHVtmOf2V7RXwGfy4iJ-cXYDOdjuTVqGO0w/s4032/IMG_2309.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir19zFJgHvzfqu7WvN63-NYdoWIbg7HLzgp1ESpadEXDWtlO_mCw-0M_rwHmGTLJLaKkopQksADdIZyFPXmhJaav2Buymt9v6Q-Ozewl1xE_ypNoG-Gbowo4XIB2RoT2jUdTE16cMKbzBhcRzGW4lcHVtmOf2V7RXwGfy4iJ-cXYDOdjuTVqGO0w/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man, what did I do wrong?! We've had no growth in our beans! I'll have to start over with green beans or something instead of dry beans for eating. Bummers!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3ncxP8D-r1QqDHCYqez1gznHuT1AfM1xJ_rbo5jwXswc-Q96sy4mmpHWC8ayKTxFvxD3-EWFztxh_TPjdyoTSxnu6OQTg9LCVfrFaj2NtfKcFWDjALqkClgMwkuojT9lo8bDwbxjiae8L6SNtbIHFlbJM6_yTxf8uilcO60vzFTyloPircnRlg/s4032/IMG_2310.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3ncxP8D-r1QqDHCYqez1gznHuT1AfM1xJ_rbo5jwXswc-Q96sy4mmpHWC8ayKTxFvxD3-EWFztxh_TPjdyoTSxnu6OQTg9LCVfrFaj2NtfKcFWDjALqkClgMwkuojT9lo8bDwbxjiae8L6SNtbIHFlbJM6_yTxf8uilcO60vzFTyloPircnRlg/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVIFysIg8sxGfn4uns42MOagS2xLg1pu9qPYdjT3vOdxQ4mbmYRrCts2qeLG64jwfn2UEskh7HkLGN5fWZAWB1rrIj3714aZXh5zj9OUjxqF8woC9kSt-rFpmMO3N8jGwVYXUuD8hzeaENaJQaQMNci84Qnwahv1TWP9ui1agvT3kH1t8ifRH9Q/s4032/IMG_0792.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVIFysIg8sxGfn4uns42MOagS2xLg1pu9qPYdjT3vOdxQ4mbmYRrCts2qeLG64jwfn2UEskh7HkLGN5fWZAWB1rrIj3714aZXh5zj9OUjxqF8woC9kSt-rFpmMO3N8jGwVYXUuD8hzeaENaJQaQMNci84Qnwahv1TWP9ui1agvT3kH1t8ifRH9Q/s320/IMG_0792.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First day of vacation, so first day of their traditional daily ice cream runs! Enjoy!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyWnHbNA4lXtly0tpH8o_5JIYY72-l6BwQj7ACvTmGTVsa6dzAmxZmec5IQ8SzU06H61Ox2qc9Y26GpygdX0CPNvYG_kwTr2UebCu0PIJzEHV5t3Q3lCNYsnNW51J5n3JLJ3_vGZ-7r__8TXYPO6sZSSv_hSXRDwxMth3YjPnaigiucg5GubSsw/s4032/IMG_2312.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyWnHbNA4lXtly0tpH8o_5JIYY72-l6BwQj7ACvTmGTVsa6dzAmxZmec5IQ8SzU06H61Ox2qc9Y26GpygdX0CPNvYG_kwTr2UebCu0PIJzEHV5t3Q3lCNYsnNW51J5n3JLJ3_vGZ-7r__8TXYPO6sZSSv_hSXRDwxMth3YjPnaigiucg5GubSsw/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Under the Sea" theme for the bathroom (not really, it's actually PEI/general ocean themed) so blueish for the walls, not greenish, is what I told Jared. Let's go see what he picked out for paint swatches for me to look at.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Tuesday - A Very Good Day</p><p>- Justin went to work and Jared went to look at houses with Jim. The house they had looked at was actually on just a part of the acreage we thought it was on, so it wasn't the best deal around. So, Jared and Jim went house hunting today to about 10 properties in the span of about 3 hrs pretty much in what I would consider the ghetto and a little bit beyond. Just the rundown areas of the city. There was a couple of properties that were once really, really nice 100 or 150 years ago, but they are really big rehabs now. So, we'll see. So I was the only one home for the morning, which was great. I took a shower in peace and had some to think, sort of. My brain wasn't quite functional, but I took the day slow. </p><p>- I had an emotional day, but I had the space to let it be emotional. I am very, very tired. My eyes still hurt and burn from too much screen yesterday. I stayed off my the laptop all day today. And I tried to not even get on my phone that much. I looked at email a few times to get rid of junk and to do a little bit of gaming here and there, but not as much as I usually do. I wanted to try and take a nap today or sit and do my puzzle and listen to podcasts, but that wasn't in the cards for me again today either. But that's ok, we did something extra special instead.</p><p>- After getting a shower in, some Bible listening, lunch, a podcast, and some gaming done, and making sure Justin got home from work, Jared and I went to......both the BLUE working store AND the ORANGE working store to look at PAINT for the BIG BATHROOM, aka the full bath for you regular people. I don't know why I've called it the big bathroom. Oh my goodness, I just realized it's called a full bath/bathroom vs. a half bathroom. Wow. 5 years and I've referred to them as little/big and it's actually half/full. Why hasn't anyone ever corrected me?! Anyway, that's right, after bringing it up on Sunday and thinking that I had screwed things up again because he started giving me the silent treatment, Jared came to me on Monday and said he would go to the working stores and get some paint card samples and pick up some other things for his personal projects. And he did. And then today, I went back with him and talked some more about narrowing down the colors and hues. And we did NOT fight! I thought I was going to fight more with him about it because I had had it in my head to have a darker blue for a long time, but he's actually right and when I stood there and thought more and more and he was being so patient as I was going super slow with everything, it was starting to sink in. The vision of starting to come together more. And we were working out this project TOGETHER. We were being adults, picking out PAINT from the actual colors on the color wall of a hardward store for the FIRST time in our married life. That's right. FIRST time in 20 years! The colors on the walls in the first house we bought, Gary bought and they were from the clearance rack or mishaps or whatever. We didn't paint in Charlottetown. Keturah's color, again, Gary bought. Yup. That's it. 20 years and we've never painted walls together. We've never done a room makeover before. I've never created a fully themed room before. I just always take what I'm given. But, today, we got to adult like never before. And we did it well. So well that I cried. After 5 years of arguing about it, we did it with humility and patience. Ok, we just talked through it. Paint colors and floor trim. But it was a MAJOR achievement!</p><p>- Then Jared made me salad to go with some leftover pork steak for dinner. I had an IAHE Zoom mtg to do. While I did that, the boys went out so that Justin could get some driving time in before it got dark, yeah! After they got back, we Facetimed with Keturah and Abishai. Well, Grandpa had them call us while the whole family was helping another family load up a truck because they were moving. It just so happened to be the family whose house we stayed at when we were there the last time. I recognized the built in bookshelves behind Abishai. Sigh. Ok, yeah, people move. I wasn't crazy that my kids were out later in the evening helping people move, but that's kind of what Aaron and Gary do, so whatever. I'm not there to see it or deal with the consequences of tired and cranky children tomorrow so whatever. I did have to deal with an extremely grumpy daughter who literally cut me off mid sentence and I wasn't even allowed to say good bye to. I think she had been roped into helping and didn't advocate for herself about needing quiet time. Keturah had gone to CC co op with the girls all day and then to youth group with Everly and then straight to helping this family move. I would have taken her back to Shauna's house and said no to moving. And I would have kept Abishai from going, too. It was way too close to bedtime and kids need to wind down, not up at that time of night, especially kids like Abishai. Especially my kids with their routines. Especially kids like Keturah that are introverts who have been out extroverting all day. So if she snaps at her grandparents, well, it's their fault, not mine. She'll get disciplined of course. And she won't speak up for herself. Sigh. But she doesn't have to take it out on her own mother and hang up on her. That's totally uncalled for and unfair to me. Sigh.</p><p>- Meanwhile, I loved on Socks a little bit today, but my mind was in a whole other space today, so it was hard to slow down and give him the royal treatment. Perhaps tomorrow. Or Justin can tomorrow. He got his special dinner at least. And Abishai and I sang Happy Birthday to him. 12 years old on his Golden birthday. I'll share a bunch of photos down below from when he first got him. We got him the day after Benaiah's 7th birthday party and at first Benaiah thought he was a present for him. Well, we just wanted to wait until after the party because we didn't want a whole crowd around him as Socks got used to us and our house. The Wagars brought him to Gary and Leah's house first because it was the most convenient. So Benaiah thought at first Gary and Leah got Socks for him, when nope, Socks was something Jared and I bought for the kids. So, lots of confusion at first. That's why the first photos are from Gary and Leah's house. Socks grew quickly of course and lightened up even quicker. But he's also been very soft and floofy. Playful but never harmful. Always loved to the moon and back. And today is no exception. 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Oh that curly hair!!! It's still there if he just let it grow! But it might be a little gray now. But yes, here's our baby puppy at 8 weeks old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgys8fFNB2Clxx6g-O9UPKbvJ63DpXL8XOS9G5lpoHjmWUZjFn1qk-jOCy_4KXfaBqP3cUj9wlOu0BZu9juJmTgNfy9jpkCPLBJAk-WD43o0t65K-c9Qz8Rm3yom_9oJ2AGPv1D-Fc9dQYokJLKHBUa3F-rs6inX2CyPCvDP7UahCdEW4uqyM3RPQ/s720/57015640_10157191943637812_368177520169713664_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgys8fFNB2Clxx6g-O9UPKbvJ63DpXL8XOS9G5lpoHjmWUZjFn1qk-jOCy_4KXfaBqP3cUj9wlOu0BZu9juJmTgNfy9jpkCPLBJAk-WD43o0t65K-c9Qz8Rm3yom_9oJ2AGPv1D-Fc9dQYokJLKHBUa3F-rs6inX2CyPCvDP7UahCdEW4uqyM3RPQ/s320/57015640_10157191943637812_368177520169713664_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTMDSl6efJ1T3K5JbD-QOuZgIq_Ur-2RrevN0UawxUOa77o9Zifykc_Ewg6NffoTVVESMYJHdvABydwGkuU93BYiECeZbyg5j6nUI5FqFfvlfzRA0Vez5lYCd8xVicZ1y5mdio45KYC01mLuozJD2UVcUrIcFR2LgtQp3T71ZWI-j3ZUADd37iQ/s720/57168276_10157191943602812_8102043036072017920_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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And the final test he graded today was actually his new office comrade's. So, we took a bet to see how many our freind would get wrong or right. Jared had to eat a coffee bean for every wrong answer. I guessed two wrong. And I was right! The test was an open note test. I would have aced the test because I take good notes and Gary writes great slides.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjov5_amfNLc6u80GqeD_Fk4bO5MBQ4ili2qYF3UdG91yS3Yhpyi9ewHC6XcINhQXUIu6P037l4C7mkEuszpTrrm3CwengIhG6B54iOePnQZLkoWN2ssvokiqwqBYL6S2VyMvHhtWUOAZckN23r_cBNcpUZqF8NXdWSwIA6XST0NqjD9tnpqmNtxw/s1792/IMG_2322.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjov5_amfNLc6u80GqeD_Fk4bO5MBQ4ili2qYF3UdG91yS3Yhpyi9ewHC6XcINhQXUIu6P037l4C7mkEuszpTrrm3CwengIhG6B54iOePnQZLkoWN2ssvokiqwqBYL6S2VyMvHhtWUOAZckN23r_cBNcpUZqF8NXdWSwIA6XST0NqjD9tnpqmNtxw/s320/IMG_2322.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday note from the vet's office.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQbKMS0VkcAlQ17fkZjwzxbviYNMf2Qf8K1XeXdN_hKxZsa2v1GnRNMa9sm9HkOLWGLB2nKNI5Gn9mSL3IaXrb2v3BDVM582g3r3-DLETaMFqWtxLTxm8nw4Dfxn1kzIbvl5g1HQ07mWUMF0bLSXAKhBcYfqA1lhyG_7KbTDtN_wo_k6W87rTg/s4032/IMG_2328.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFQbKMS0VkcAlQ17fkZjwzxbviYNMf2Qf8K1XeXdN_hKxZsa2v1GnRNMa9sm9HkOLWGLB2nKNI5Gn9mSL3IaXrb2v3BDVM582g3r3-DLETaMFqWtxLTxm8nw4Dfxn1kzIbvl5g1HQ07mWUMF0bLSXAKhBcYfqA1lhyG_7KbTDtN_wo_k6W87rTg/s320/IMG_2328.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The flowers are blooming! And the weather is warmer!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiA299rWA_hIHNe4xJp1i6fDgm02-lfazT9xgeCTdvB1UVzTbc9H35fI8rwk7NVlalauIvqflWt3XCUyioPD6Zub5YPdy4K1iVpqUeElEBuDG_XlvimSdzwadozg3IkZfnSgy0ah629Cn5G33mxsAvu1-HJ1z_r5KXV8QlItuyeR_nLyUtYtxrg/s4032/IMG_2329.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiA299rWA_hIHNe4xJp1i6fDgm02-lfazT9xgeCTdvB1UVzTbc9H35fI8rwk7NVlalauIvqflWt3XCUyioPD6Zub5YPdy4K1iVpqUeElEBuDG_XlvimSdzwadozg3IkZfnSgy0ah629Cn5G33mxsAvu1-HJ1z_r5KXV8QlItuyeR_nLyUtYtxrg/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0CpqkaxuHCEukQmRNZVAoVgG_FwR2rqu-WI-HAdycZB7hU4LHGYoIvw04OFHZXU9kqgabH_nEy0YxgxrUab9_5DXzjGHljHHxbBMUu_UE-efwa_QIufe04Yd4hdSU9CJEOWLl99WVoKiKwTCGSHn4B6lKGOusygf_h0PpWJMggoM2wz5yvsp3g/s4032/IMG_2330.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Good times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday -Stormy Day<br /></p><p>- Jared did put his alarm on, although we don't need it. I seem to still wake up just fine by 8 am every day. And today was ASL, so we don't have to leave until 10:30 and I would have definitely been awake by then because I had gone to bed by 1am. I can't sleep longer than 7 hrs at a time anyways. I just can't. But I'm still so run down and I don't know why. Just really fatigued. I stayed off of the computer again today so my eyes wouldn't hurt. I took my cross stitch to ASL and did only that and listened to a podcast during that hour. While I was home this afternoon and was resting on the couch I played my games and listened to another podcast, so I had some screen time then. But I was up and down at other times during the day.</p><p>- Justin and I did go thoroughly through his homework and discussed his future plans for next year and beyond, just like I had planned to today. I didn't want to and neither did he, but I'm trying really hard to stick to my script this week. I had so much more I wanted to accomplish but this fatigue is just so much more than it's ever been so I'm just hitting on the big things that I can. He's going to keep working until the end of May on his regular schoolwork that he got behind in but I'll have his day count end when the others' day counts end the first week of May. And then we narrowed his speech class down to trying an online class through a new middle man type venue I just met last Saturday that will make it way cheaper and hopefully simpler. I didn't go through the whole process of application though, so I'm not sure what I will have to send to them yet. But it's an accelerated 8 week course type deal so I'm not sure he's going to like that quick of a format. The price is good though so if he totally fails, I'm totally ok with it. Baby steps. We talked through the SAT a bit more and if I get him to study more now and over the summer, I'll sign him up for one of the fall dates, which I did look at in his presence so he knows that they are there. I showed him one of the construction/journeymen opportunities in the area, but he didn't seem to like it, so he passed on it. It had a high school program and an adult program so he can still change his mind later. I think as long as I keep him on pace and he continues Algebra II through the summer and he keeps up with the SAT book and I get him to take the SAT right away in the fall so he doesn't forget what he's learned, he will be pretty much done with school. I'd like him to try Physics only because he might find something in there that might pique his interest for a career and then do the consumer math for life skills. And the speech could even be done over the summer or anytime just to get it on the transcript. And if he needs English comp first, then do that first, or whatever. Just getting his feet wet and giving him options. Then after that, he'll need to increase either his working hours or go to college. He's not sitting here doing video games. I'll send him to Ozark myself if I have to. Maybe I should start praying now for him to have clarity of mind this summer at CIY about becoming a youth minister or something. Kya can wait for him. Jared and I did the long distance thing. It's ok. It works. Or he can wait a little bit and work, take more online classes. Anyway, no idleness, especially like he's had this semester. It's not going to fly in this household. He doesn't have to work and go to school like Benaiah but he's not going to sit around here and play 8 hrs of video games either. Nope. Full time work or school and half time work or school. I'll get my little turtle moving, slowly but surely, I'll get him there.</p><p>- So, yup, I got done what I set out to do. ASL, Justin homework, made Abishai's bed, rested, listened to podcasts, cross stitch, my video games, blog, and I'm going to finish checking these silly photo cds if it's the last thing I do tonight! Jared's out at our friend's mom's funeral tonight representing us, so I don't feel as much pressure with him sitting there hovering over me, so I'm able to get done when I get done. He went out to eat with another mutual friend and his wife afterwards. I didn't go because of this fatigue and it's pouring rain and I just didn't want to go to a funeral and be with tons of people I don't know. And I haven't seen these other people I do know for years and years. And now that I think about it, some of them that might have shown up, well, it might have been awkward. Yup, I opted out of it and Jared let me. So, here I am, dry, alone, and happy that more home things got done. I'll let Jared to be the extroverted introvert. He's the one finding excuses to leave the house this week and I'm like, nope, just want to stay home and could you please just leave me alone? Thanks. Just stop talking to me about everything, that would be great. Silent treatment would be grand right now. Maybe because I physically feel wonky, I don't know. My legs hurt a ton, my knees are achy, I am so tired all the time, and I'm getting frustrated by it. I just want to sleep, and I thought I would have the time to catch up on sleep AND do some projects. Well, I'm not making a whole lot of progress this week because of having to do dog chores and still getting up when Jared gets up to take Justin, and Jared wants to talk and wants attention, and I'm just like, "Everybody, just leave me alone!" I wanted time to myself at home. Not making 100 trips out to wherever. Vacation is laying on the couch under a blanket with podcast or book and coffee and cross stitch or something, tuning out the world. Go away world! Or having the energy to tackle a project. Well, I have zero energy and it's starting to scare and bother me. I don't know what this will look like for summer vibes either. I need more energy. I can't even muster up enough energy to live a daily life, never mind any extra life. I feel more run down this week and not reenergized. I don't like it. Not at all. Because it means it's not the kids' fault. It means it's something wrong with me. Again. And I don't know how or if I can fix it. And it's depressing. Lord, help me.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLnpp9k7gj3bHzBMQtXN--NTM4qTuf5vFZEQwEzfHCja2UnEXCGSmlVaVTbc8gBWSqccGO8L7SsgIIWKl3lhx6SsaxFcvqB_K_WEREwz-QN_gBpH8DO4MQODLtOeaqvs3r8jwVXvN8OnGW17aJqlTK19AV87h-7GSdH3YIVxMWIiEr_B1JOgVIQ/s972/278385870_383631440439291_2127249562329337898_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="586" data-original-width="972" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmLnpp9k7gj3bHzBMQtXN--NTM4qTuf5vFZEQwEzfHCja2UnEXCGSmlVaVTbc8gBWSqccGO8L7SsgIIWKl3lhx6SsaxFcvqB_K_WEREwz-QN_gBpH8DO4MQODLtOeaqvs3r8jwVXvN8OnGW17aJqlTK19AV87h-7GSdH3YIVxMWIiEr_B1JOgVIQ/w400-h241/278385870_383631440439291_2127249562329337898_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A favorite poem of mine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh6mFe7ODcng9sh0rzWRacPVm1BDXxGGNFhz-L5YGlKb-iMkdAKdG3yFPP1ZAx3Ys3JUdoXi0GBZh1wKI5ZIwpppDyghOYpC6-5cpaQfhVHI0j2V4bw3JIWkHFOrQpqC1j-wky4SQtc5SBm3-q1Zq7fqaByJGD_ZtHbsYfOp9wHTJ4dsvbTJNkg/s1920/DSC06729.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh6mFe7ODcng9sh0rzWRacPVm1BDXxGGNFhz-L5YGlKb-iMkdAKdG3yFPP1ZAx3Ys3JUdoXi0GBZh1wKI5ZIwpppDyghOYpC6-5cpaQfhVHI0j2V4bw3JIWkHFOrQpqC1j-wky4SQtc5SBm3-q1Zq7fqaByJGD_ZtHbsYfOp9wHTJ4dsvbTJNkg/w225-h400/DSC06729.jpeg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Playing putt putt with the family and looking a bit sweaty. And also looking so much older!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiPF_INwLMZ-Cb1Ev5cxNpt3PNsCwtIhrS1D1sCAYgsrNnMDd-qjMc0OtfSl1Us4EfKaBxcwqN-KlncThlEkP7SgD1fyUgm4LEO4hawd7y3CVczAz26PE00nNqdp-jjsDG4rVvDDuOkt0t2du9icn6Z2rH34x3-PD71fo6JKW-fvVB5ztBTkPaw/s1920/DSC06730.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMiPF_INwLMZ-Cb1Ev5cxNpt3PNsCwtIhrS1D1sCAYgsrNnMDd-qjMc0OtfSl1Us4EfKaBxcwqN-KlncThlEkP7SgD1fyUgm4LEO4hawd7y3CVczAz26PE00nNqdp-jjsDG4rVvDDuOkt0t2du9icn6Z2rH34x3-PD71fo6JKW-fvVB5ztBTkPaw/w360-h640/DSC06730.jpeg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai LOVES Aunt Shauna! He actually gets really attached to her when she's around. It's so cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgpfxB1xg5UoprvMkB8FHET8AJFII7ztMORNf3DthgWXalT8w8kpgP2M9SZzny-fI_n-p7NCUsaPauRi5eGNWM7ca-mstkR-oY12FL1h5KGIU-FCYMFb2jbooD_VCQui1_wdlQ79rGzEFAbq6v1I0HFuPXeGf8Z-XOPPoTv0GhSnWkJDcNvWIWA/s1920/DSC06743.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgpfxB1xg5UoprvMkB8FHET8AJFII7ztMORNf3DthgWXalT8w8kpgP2M9SZzny-fI_n-p7NCUsaPauRi5eGNWM7ca-mstkR-oY12FL1h5KGIU-FCYMFb2jbooD_VCQui1_wdlQ79rGzEFAbq6v1I0HFuPXeGf8Z-XOPPoTv0GhSnWkJDcNvWIWA/s320/DSC06743.jpeg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He also loves putt putt!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJo7PJEPLOPZ_u00O4J5TYcsQ_iibk38vS6gBfZcAbMOZrWoJZzKnapIpwUyY4_LNJ3HOQmPqJQdfgvvKTZAMJP59kKO6_H8IFRoT4rYVwQ7_O0CxZ4zztpHLCuBMxulSkxDSh-Y89FBHwS3nTUYdhgRF5TkTYwc5ioRqIJ1dysCgPJxzuM6qeVA/s1920/DSC06747.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJo7PJEPLOPZ_u00O4J5TYcsQ_iibk38vS6gBfZcAbMOZrWoJZzKnapIpwUyY4_LNJ3HOQmPqJQdfgvvKTZAMJP59kKO6_H8IFRoT4rYVwQ7_O0CxZ4zztpHLCuBMxulSkxDSh-Y89FBHwS3nTUYdhgRF5TkTYwc5ioRqIJ1dysCgPJxzuM6qeVA/w360-h640/DSC06747.jpeg" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love Shauna's face!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvTQczn3vmlMMfNKUkDQZismGv8iBn8fBEQUVva-urlebIazt_tyu5cO8PRame1mBhqjbUNUnkFK7piAF5TB3eACCs1ZtcQGzvE7qvVGVTGhTJzLruQrrYOU9ZerMLUQmzVQdPe5BkjL4P-ph3lMSXxz4dPm8DciISSsZIUCOP2zCY_HN7WQYYw/s1920/DSC06753.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkvTQczn3vmlMMfNKUkDQZismGv8iBn8fBEQUVva-urlebIazt_tyu5cO8PRame1mBhqjbUNUnkFK7piAF5TB3eACCs1ZtcQGzvE7qvVGVTGhTJzLruQrrYOU9ZerMLUQmzVQdPe5BkjL4P-ph3lMSXxz4dPm8DciISSsZIUCOP2zCY_HN7WQYYw/w400-h225/DSC06753.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a huge banana split!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyO7UJnIYYoWLaWLGYUQbpqj0TF6X2srI4ZvkUByp1irCpOymvh6gHC0WMpEFPuJQWqSGcr7Aba9pKqQ5XDFYVdI2rnqkvM_eJhfC5cOpkcrFivTBVGR0dn7f5DSBZrybUG5vRFCjIhTKlbUxCQbBw4DE0p5hSdkPLHZgbEANJsBaj9oL74FhhA/s4032/IMG_0805.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyO7UJnIYYoWLaWLGYUQbpqj0TF6X2srI4ZvkUByp1irCpOymvh6gHC0WMpEFPuJQWqSGcr7Aba9pKqQ5XDFYVdI2rnqkvM_eJhfC5cOpkcrFivTBVGR0dn7f5DSBZrybUG5vRFCjIhTKlbUxCQbBw4DE0p5hSdkPLHZgbEANJsBaj9oL74FhhA/s320/IMG_0805.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Putt putt golf! Fun times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdhty191FxtP5ZOa9JmzZyW6ibgBx8MOJE6exvRmd2i8Aiqkz_cq4pTivShB316Cds9uqrng6TuTl8jquD6J93S-rnV3wESqxfHPujuFtxNJIE5tJfHJjvikHBlg9aTU7wFvOeYPCjPQD18EvbAQnXKzhKVdC03fAaV-cCWVDzPhMBQqPGOaThA/s4032/IMG_0806.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdhty191FxtP5ZOa9JmzZyW6ibgBx8MOJE6exvRmd2i8Aiqkz_cq4pTivShB316Cds9uqrng6TuTl8jquD6J93S-rnV3wESqxfHPujuFtxNJIE5tJfHJjvikHBlg9aTU7wFvOeYPCjPQD18EvbAQnXKzhKVdC03fAaV-cCWVDzPhMBQqPGOaThA/s320/IMG_0806.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/8CysixX_Jms" target="_blank">Eating Ice Cream in New Orleans</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsF1ej2xbzSviKMVhGzxrgJAZZASHN6IiBmJCdGrX5iQCZeBL7jDUq9swti6rawhMUNiLwz0jTeEnZit_1h9g0_e0PEGPwEPK60Mvd35dMuI1Cmx-xWHiIzNWZ95AvV7vH6ayd36TfhvXPgnOUbEtN3avoz_Q0aKqp67lat81Nm93YsonLJzBaw/s4032/IMG_0809.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsF1ej2xbzSviKMVhGzxrgJAZZASHN6IiBmJCdGrX5iQCZeBL7jDUq9swti6rawhMUNiLwz0jTeEnZit_1h9g0_e0PEGPwEPK60Mvd35dMuI1Cmx-xWHiIzNWZ95AvV7vH6ayd36TfhvXPgnOUbEtN3avoz_Q0aKqp67lat81Nm93YsonLJzBaw/s320/IMG_0809.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibmVDVz1MJd-4r5_6Z40pLadvAeeqCzU2rhZy4shACBp0rDlOwofapFs3JB06xTdPw0nLGJPGWt8tcs8jweDPpeqhmFgMskn_FXT6Skv3X3zzHFzPpDtmNksEC5qF97qx2puuV9ChB1JNt7lIF17DfAo_yIbi-55PtzcQs0LJBMh4yKIx2pj7aAw/s4032/IMG_0810.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibmVDVz1MJd-4r5_6Z40pLadvAeeqCzU2rhZy4shACBp0rDlOwofapFs3JB06xTdPw0nLGJPGWt8tcs8jweDPpeqhmFgMskn_FXT6Skv3X3zzHFzPpDtmNksEC5qF97qx2puuV9ChB1JNt7lIF17DfAo_yIbi-55PtzcQs0LJBMh4yKIx2pj7aAw/w640-h480/IMG_0810.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picking up a stick pile to help a local non profit.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HgEvGPIAW42AmERG1VMhzOME64XhkPhhivpqxlP0bVOdXwmfqEgedfGDLe-MCItQhIUolw6iVe5X1ran91yKSu7odksquxbBg-H__q4xPKVKlwfMAN2xzYn5PfJfhX5_3qlxkCQbXXjSvCBcYmbxyWLoxBv8pWiHSThdPGd_8Xdh0UJliX681Q/s4032/IMG_0811.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HgEvGPIAW42AmERG1VMhzOME64XhkPhhivpqxlP0bVOdXwmfqEgedfGDLe-MCItQhIUolw6iVe5X1ran91yKSu7odksquxbBg-H__q4xPKVKlwfMAN2xzYn5PfJfhX5_3qlxkCQbXXjSvCBcYmbxyWLoxBv8pWiHSThdPGd_8Xdh0UJliX681Q/w640-h480/IMG_0811.jpeg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Standing where the stick pile was! Nice facial expressions!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglA3GiKtYDVHJmeYRa6wFnnfgctV8CyvdI5Y2zqBBFiT2e-NSuJz1Wgoj-1bBcyhMVr304bHBr-ysnxcUmG3UfZ9roG2oBUXhFfN3GwGpo3pXpF_kIQeCntyZGnBOo1iTBCDTb1ZL5pxSzNb0Kp2pclpC8PtfxzSAAj5LL46fCno-h3eSC0oULag/s4032/IMG_2354.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglA3GiKtYDVHJmeYRa6wFnnfgctV8CyvdI5Y2zqBBFiT2e-NSuJz1Wgoj-1bBcyhMVr304bHBr-ysnxcUmG3UfZ9roG2oBUXhFfN3GwGpo3pXpF_kIQeCntyZGnBOo1iTBCDTb1ZL5pxSzNb0Kp2pclpC8PtfxzSAAj5LL46fCno-h3eSC0oULag/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I started a new growing bean experiment because the dry beans from the pantry just rotted. These are actually green bean seeds I had that are like 10 years old. And this is a more traditional method of doing the experiment. We'll see if I can get some sprouts before Abishai gets back.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1_-b_BK_QyjiyNJXScaR0kq-HLohT063eZW2t_8TQLZQOr7sc18sRLXSRBvX5cetK_dI9XkrTzYnNKZz1RAl7F-8kcMeiAfPIvmCX4yKp0WFIkmn2X3rvPGeQnH4RhRslXCyKLNazql0w4sBvjsIcZnozoQkNp8zH_ciH5o0TCimKwdi2UuwmA/s1792/IMG_2355.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ1_-b_BK_QyjiyNJXScaR0kq-HLohT063eZW2t_8TQLZQOr7sc18sRLXSRBvX5cetK_dI9XkrTzYnNKZz1RAl7F-8kcMeiAfPIvmCX4yKp0WFIkmn2X3rvPGeQnH4RhRslXCyKLNazql0w4sBvjsIcZnozoQkNp8zH_ciH5o0TCimKwdi2UuwmA/s320/IMG_2355.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My gas mileage this time. Jared's was 18.2 mpg or something like that this week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZnoULZcyKD9axB4CqK7QiNZPB9-LOCQYo_Rtq3llB1SL9pC5kqU6yp8vCR8As7qkTrSeFD9fioLMZq3Oo2d6iZEJKQsSVUVNNaXdEpCGhRhFNd8NDJQziy-JEroX4gqJFptVUBtc_6QFfw9-JRyQbIfbkyksx0Fj-nLu_MAxZWUHV3mftFWrXA/s4032/IMG_2356.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZnoULZcyKD9axB4CqK7QiNZPB9-LOCQYo_Rtq3llB1SL9pC5kqU6yp8vCR8As7qkTrSeFD9fioLMZq3Oo2d6iZEJKQsSVUVNNaXdEpCGhRhFNd8NDJQziy-JEroX4gqJFptVUBtc_6QFfw9-JRyQbIfbkyksx0Fj-nLu_MAxZWUHV3mftFWrXA/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Proof that I relaxed this week. I put away the puzzle that was mocking me for the last month on the coffee table. It was 1,000 pieces and the colors were too similar and I didn't have time to work on it. I just wasn't interested.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil44_PObER3dqfoL8b9KAb3H6_LXKf3ndQRt_HzoXq-CTUwcZ3mmAF5X54F2H_fW8ATtM2ulQCc7zvIBKgTEaPCEzt6MEjnwiLZXlN16tA3RMvhkChTZ0qNjhiEygIzOgl3l1GobRn65342Qit8kCmwosDa2VJqyr7PpP4w_d0PeZxzuxyDVcMyA/s4032/IMG_2357.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil44_PObER3dqfoL8b9KAb3H6_LXKf3ndQRt_HzoXq-CTUwcZ3mmAF5X54F2H_fW8ATtM2ulQCc7zvIBKgTEaPCEzt6MEjnwiLZXlN16tA3RMvhkChTZ0qNjhiEygIzOgl3l1GobRn65342Qit8kCmwosDa2VJqyr7PpP4w_d0PeZxzuxyDVcMyA/s320/IMG_2357.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared said that it seemed like overnight these bushes turned from yellow flowers to green leaves and he was right! Cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO8zfxp3k88NwnVouSOk2kTH1KKvS9fDoyLsOHBLyaGWzcx6p8C4LsNg9h8s_NSNNP7Dobek4pbVS8DPbr2NFviOVo1fIxJTnoVBnoS7oIIiZmzVAUnX_ZNBhpoyllna1Gvv8wQh18JZyHM_M6I9WYEK2FVs6uwQ8tBK2BUoF0JUUYfAyd6FrTcA/s4032/IMG_2358.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO8zfxp3k88NwnVouSOk2kTH1KKvS9fDoyLsOHBLyaGWzcx6p8C4LsNg9h8s_NSNNP7Dobek4pbVS8DPbr2NFviOVo1fIxJTnoVBnoS7oIIiZmzVAUnX_ZNBhpoyllna1Gvv8wQh18JZyHM_M6I9WYEK2FVs6uwQ8tBK2BUoF0JUUYfAyd6FrTcA/w480-h640/IMG_2358.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Different bush, but same kind of bush.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9gYLdi0FzdPj89PIiMiQ0k5VleS25OoKFCcAdWTU9PIulf0RqdibudjDYT3XnU7YNOaJLCzCroW1azcqfkdh__K70UTNgDZzY0Qo87SxZhy_5On547creyspw2RxGMflyRKz5L7F45qAEFG-I4Jcdp2EVIKKqXfSMmLO4SoannYSyb5_Ckc-5w/s1792/IMG_2360.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9gYLdi0FzdPj89PIiMiQ0k5VleS25OoKFCcAdWTU9PIulf0RqdibudjDYT3XnU7YNOaJLCzCroW1azcqfkdh__K70UTNgDZzY0Qo87SxZhy_5On547creyspw2RxGMflyRKz5L7F45qAEFG-I4Jcdp2EVIKKqXfSMmLO4SoannYSyb5_Ckc-5w/w296-h640/IMG_2360.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bought him a new set of these things but he says the mesh isn't fine enough. So he rigged up this tone when it broke this morning. I'm glad he did. We've had this one forever and a day and it came from his mom's cupboard. I have no idea how long she had it before that.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSWRRoKML8kk0t5g5dAAkZw_sDTdz6aMv9IkAnjvqEZ7VsBqYnrL0cRM3htqNAy7bpypSgkBPN6L1mXN6eqpVdK7Q4WP78tl_PWUscHX7E7ouLO2PgNPc0PvUcWUMycTN8kjVoVJL53CSnJ-BQUs0mKLMN_rz8zv1wBvrfiXhKdM_muK_cQmTUDA/s2016/IMG_2361.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSWRRoKML8kk0t5g5dAAkZw_sDTdz6aMv9IkAnjvqEZ7VsBqYnrL0cRM3htqNAy7bpypSgkBPN6L1mXN6eqpVdK7Q4WP78tl_PWUscHX7E7ouLO2PgNPc0PvUcWUMycTN8kjVoVJL53CSnJ-BQUs0mKLMN_rz8zv1wBvrfiXhKdM_muK_cQmTUDA/s320/IMG_2361.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Close up of his handiwork.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkklrsNifcEQIaRfde73VGO_R79Lx-_ou63Fu_Anl0TitjlfHfdtcE4L0jfLG3hmAp6bPV5KBEga7kFVt-a3e9N8DJBE2uyq-TjR39kJlAuLwV1N7_nc5Swdvh9IsNcSlSpiF_L6-pTLJGXkpUjBl86IwAzzEkxQyR2GAsfd_Bh6ttWIzTbbWaw/s4032/IMG_2363.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkkklrsNifcEQIaRfde73VGO_R79Lx-_ou63Fu_Anl0TitjlfHfdtcE4L0jfLG3hmAp6bPV5KBEga7kFVt-a3e9N8DJBE2uyq-TjR39kJlAuLwV1N7_nc5Swdvh9IsNcSlSpiF_L6-pTLJGXkpUjBl86IwAzzEkxQyR2GAsfd_Bh6ttWIzTbbWaw/s320/IMG_2363.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I encouraged Socks to use Keturah's bed, but he's really been just sleeping in the hallway near us so he can keep an eye on the front door of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NvStL9I-YhnuM6O9WtRpUAlm5_hnyubO0WBX14knbKvimS7QNXQI979FoqAPi3fgCa9mHhVPZ1wnmrr680UV9oaPF28lzgonH2aiySil4wfDZmF7sR36s2Z5wzIlbUjFHIG1_Bo1IKtlbjWTRgBuiOwDQ-aktg_01TnDtLakIVNZiUtLGDD2sg/s1792/IMG_2368.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NvStL9I-YhnuM6O9WtRpUAlm5_hnyubO0WBX14knbKvimS7QNXQI979FoqAPi3fgCa9mHhVPZ1wnmrr680UV9oaPF28lzgonH2aiySil4wfDZmF7sR36s2Z5wzIlbUjFHIG1_Bo1IKtlbjWTRgBuiOwDQ-aktg_01TnDtLakIVNZiUtLGDD2sg/s320/IMG_2368.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Major storms coming tonight. Some people canceled their plans, including Justin's small group. I guess it's wise because most of them drive now. But the storm has passed now and it wasn't that bad. Not bad enough for things to be canceled.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7OXx9GEmK05hU-xYa4Bf_PZiO25N3sg9vZGKuwIg6a61FRYbJbfzgIAwGpkATbLOCslc5y_V9HVH_ATtGSCxnySZHKyCiU38-MohtujmsfP1gbLoQJQFifh5d2ZqaGP0hLP_Lm9wiyoCKHJFAwRie8OtY-ySWTHm5jgwD7_WOyo_8DY6mSz3pw/s1792/IMG_2369.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7OXx9GEmK05hU-xYa4Bf_PZiO25N3sg9vZGKuwIg6a61FRYbJbfzgIAwGpkATbLOCslc5y_V9HVH_ATtGSCxnySZHKyCiU38-MohtujmsfP1gbLoQJQFifh5d2ZqaGP0hLP_Lm9wiyoCKHJFAwRie8OtY-ySWTHm5jgwD7_WOyo_8DY6mSz3pw/w296-h640/IMG_2369.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tonight's forecast.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcKaiVm31zufbRYWXIfop-HcDY5g_mNTSqWGRf_xSFQqR6l13nQ9dW-_dkV4RXAhwi5tKC9flbuKQcswMweVOpWJhSR9Kme7oKOXdfCI0peuCLey3fWjnAEF_WeP_u4zaNTvht4p46kixXApGuICR2RMkesCEl3maxCQrNHnmxx49fki0HSOUcw/s4032/IMG_2371.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcKaiVm31zufbRYWXIfop-HcDY5g_mNTSqWGRf_xSFQqR6l13nQ9dW-_dkV4RXAhwi5tKC9flbuKQcswMweVOpWJhSR9Kme7oKOXdfCI0peuCLey3fWjnAEF_WeP_u4zaNTvht4p46kixXApGuICR2RMkesCEl3maxCQrNHnmxx49fki0HSOUcw/s320/IMG_2371.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By golly, yes, I AM GOING TO RELAX. SEE. THIS IS ME RELAXING. At least for the next hour it was.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdYc_4KtWhbrm6nmkex4oB5diS1rT4F0RPxHy8T_k326ONSAAwwUuKLWnVnbAGkDx2P9zMluXbWhKt_TCp78LwuWRspYkRe8DywFMbBMkOqHy1kc2V7hG-pPJtsjWqmgzXpo7QqaPw61LdPsyAYEhk6bBG1fgRBrTi9Rr3j0N47inBo6hdK4ufg/s1792/IMG_2377.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIdYc_4KtWhbrm6nmkex4oB5diS1rT4F0RPxHy8T_k326ONSAAwwUuKLWnVnbAGkDx2P9zMluXbWhKt_TCp78LwuWRspYkRe8DywFMbBMkOqHy1kc2V7hG-pPJtsjWqmgzXpo7QqaPw61LdPsyAYEhk6bBG1fgRBrTi9Rr3j0N47inBo6hdK4ufg/w296-h640/IMG_2377.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Orleans weather. Blech. I was checking on it because in those photos, Abishai looked hot and sweaty. They said it was breezy and he said he wasn't hot, but I know him. He will say he's not hot so he doesn't inconvenience anyone when indeed he's burning up. He had long sleeve on in the hot sun. I don't care if there's a breeze. It's still hot. He should have had short sleeves on. I only sent the long sleeves for the travel days. Sigh. But, at least he didn't get sun burnt.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOiraZlCZmPfI_btad4QByo7QwAN91WsGZFQ9zWv5nKKu8fd95WeWp4JSsRT41fdOH3dmICkC1QxVU5Z2dG97G9-Wu7AgYrYN3BckYPsO_gkZW61H40XLhAs2U9MGAUWVquA_q5yK799VxLk8s9bslHt74uQKRFw9Zp1fceEYdxt7nsr1_Z4zEQ/s1792/IMG_2383.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCOiraZlCZmPfI_btad4QByo7QwAN91WsGZFQ9zWv5nKKu8fd95WeWp4JSsRT41fdOH3dmICkC1QxVU5Z2dG97G9-Wu7AgYrYN3BckYPsO_gkZW61H40XLhAs2U9MGAUWVquA_q5yK799VxLk8s9bslHt74uQKRFw9Zp1fceEYdxt7nsr1_Z4zEQ/w296-h640/IMG_2383.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">True story.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxwrGHrhn_QRTHwUvwRGNFM5wd6LtjtbRj0u7-CuuXQIxV9qPouMapBNYLdp3vjcD8zvmUNa2pP8CBI5eQHCgwo01uwHRBSgdb_FSuWf916_oaNglTksAcgRBP8ZjllM7xgh7O4kPbu1hOyeeVFFnR_syW4MR2lxhbLcr1SPpwWXq9j79eykj3g/s4032/IMG_2384.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSxwrGHrhn_QRTHwUvwRGNFM5wd6LtjtbRj0u7-CuuXQIxV9qPouMapBNYLdp3vjcD8zvmUNa2pP8CBI5eQHCgwo01uwHRBSgdb_FSuWf916_oaNglTksAcgRBP8ZjllM7xgh7O4kPbu1hOyeeVFFnR_syW4MR2lxhbLcr1SPpwWXq9j79eykj3g/s320/IMG_2384.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I washed Keturah and Abishai's sheets yesterday but ran out of time to put Abishai's bed back together, so I did it today. He wanted a plain sheet like Justin's. I think he just didn't connect with the theme he had because he hadn't seen the Lego movie. I think we had asked for Grogu or Lego sheets and Grandpa had found The Lego Movie, which was close, but not quite what Abishai was expecting. So, hopefully he'll be happy with us and being a big boy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtpDVSeC2iV9KkxVCqV8z4g4oVB1xwR2GZLz_mGwpyapFLSx2OBXGHka8BxtbjztDDr4_5_Tuf-9iNZY5nlBFbSpT2CABcQlNfv3cB0Q1_BdD3xRjP64rs8LCnjfv6HW-8oe-GylbwX2u00jXXwtmDfVPUE03d5yR1lf_Lb663ZVNbP5eTx3P6g/s4032/IMG_2385.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrtpDVSeC2iV9KkxVCqV8z4g4oVB1xwR2GZLz_mGwpyapFLSx2OBXGHka8BxtbjztDDr4_5_Tuf-9iNZY5nlBFbSpT2CABcQlNfv3cB0Q1_BdD3xRjP64rs8LCnjfv6HW-8oe-GylbwX2u00jXXwtmDfVPUE03d5yR1lf_Lb663ZVNbP5eTx3P6g/s320/IMG_2385.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">His friends are all sitting up and waiting for him to come back on Friday evening.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FZdP0z7LJFAk8kUxQ9S7AxXbZGBwAUUOHvii81_u2Kv5McwHcgLLVVZEvFpXtVn6prI-JlS_S5AOYbFER_QI5p---Hk6XCNVme1_x6un7cKTvTLnVa4Z4zIj0ghha7XytBIj8qjFw2KWXJxpjrLjEGblO82gomz7bZcVYvEn8UF6z_dbBtej3A/s4032/IMG_2386.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_FZdP0z7LJFAk8kUxQ9S7AxXbZGBwAUUOHvii81_u2Kv5McwHcgLLVVZEvFpXtVn6prI-JlS_S5AOYbFER_QI5p---Hk6XCNVme1_x6un7cKTvTLnVa4Z4zIj0ghha7XytBIj8qjFw2KWXJxpjrLjEGblO82gomz7bZcVYvEn8UF6z_dbBtej3A/s320/IMG_2386.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And more of his friends. And then the rest of the stuffed animals are on the bed above him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDh6B0nQG5Z9dLqKsACSKColfvQneyCP3D1Hcn6HnkkZ0HeahzSql848gXTfE4B0DMABiXDEMjgOey2hKhcCXNFKyQ8zVnIy19iyrd0IdA9nsSxQvR466BUfd6nR43DdWF2SBSzrlVzply3Qm5rsy6gjI0N0BDZv7CaSFxqqQChcOy0nZo6E0HQ/s4032/IMG_2387.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDh6B0nQG5Z9dLqKsACSKColfvQneyCP3D1Hcn6HnkkZ0HeahzSql848gXTfE4B0DMABiXDEMjgOey2hKhcCXNFKyQ8zVnIy19iyrd0IdA9nsSxQvR466BUfd6nR43DdWF2SBSzrlVzply3Qm5rsy6gjI0N0BDZv7CaSFxqqQChcOy0nZo6E0HQ/s320/IMG_2387.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These guys are the French peas, Phillipe' and Jean-Claude' from Veggietales. Jared and I bought (ok, Jared bought them because he was the one with the money at the time) at the Family Christian bookstore on Washinton St. that used to be next to the Aldis' we got to (now is the the 5 and below store), when we were dating/first engaged. I took Phillipe', the blue one, with me, and Jared took Jean-Claude', the red hat one, with him, to our respective dorm rooms and/or colleges as a token gift to remind ourselves of each other. Yes, we were 20 yrs old and 18 years old at the time. Veggietales were just becoming popular in 1998. And we both enjoyed them. And many Christian college students would watch them to bring comic relief and to take a break from studying. So, these guys are 24 yrs old and still going strong. Eventually we got the rest of the Veggietales crew from the same store, Laura the Carrot, Bob the Tomato, and Larry the Cucumber. I can remember the spinning rack that they were all on, too. Anyway, it cracks me up that we bought plushies for each other because Benaiah and Ava have bought plushies for each other and even Justin and Kya have now bought plushies for each other. They both know the story of these Veggietales pea plushies and our attachment to them, but I think they also didn't use that story to purchase their own plushies. And it also goes hand in hand with the whole sweatshirt exchange thing because we did that, too. Oh our boys, following in our footsteps whether they want to or not. The apples haven't fallen that far from the tree. Cracks me up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />Thursday - </p><p>-Ah! I never sleep in. Nope. Never. And after balling like a baby about how I'm so tired and my eyes hurt and I need sleep so my body can heal, I went to bed at 3am because I'm stupid. Just plain stupid. Just like every other addict of bad habits. Always making the wrong decisions. Always continuing to hurt myself. Making those around me shake their heads in disbelief. Always making myself angry at myself when I'm in my sane moments or suffering the consequences, promising myself I will never do it again. There must be an AA group for self saboteurs or ones that purposefully deprive themselves of sleep so they can use the excuse of "I'm tired" to not do physical labor and let everyone think it's the fibromyalgia that causes it. I know it's the other thing, the ADHD induced FOMO thing, which is legitimate, but it's also a learned behavior that can be unlearned. I know I did go to bed earlier in the week. I know that I know better. And yet, it's stupid. And I loathe being stupid. I've spent my whole life NOT looking stupid. But then I purposefully choose it. I don't get it. And I don't understand why Jared can have grace a lot of the time for me for it. And then I cry more because he gives me grace. Ugh. I don't deserve it. I just don't. But that was last night.</p><p>- I woke up alright. Justin went to work. Jared and I had alone time and breakfast. He then worked on more grading (is he really grading anything or just messing around on his computer? I can't really tell!) and I finished my breakfast and tea while checking email and laying down on my couch.</p><p>- Then Kellie called me a little after 11 and asked if I was doing anything. I said I was just relaxing and she asked if she could kidnap me in 5 minutes and take me with them to Barnes and Noble. I said, ok, sure. So, Kellie, Kya, Alexander, and I went to Greenwood to Barnes and Noble, Chick Fil A and Marshalls. Cool. It got me off the couch, let Jared alone to work on more grading, and made me feel like I did more than just look at a screen. We oohed and ahhed over the green grass and blue skies and warmer temps. We chatted as we went. I sized up the kid section and shook my head at the junk that was on the shelves among my favorite classics. Of course the junk was turned so the kids could see the bright book covers about witches and magic and other worlds and you could only see the spines of the classics. Yes, there's a bit of magic in the classics. But there's some real world experiences in them, too. Real scenarios, not fake stuff, woke stuff, political bents and the like where kids hate their parents. Most new book series I saw were literally kids with magic powers and they used the powers to solve all their problems. No need for God. No need for parents. No need for thinking. Instant gratification. Witches and spells. Or it was the trash that I honestly read like Babysitters' Club only trashier with no real morals. Blech.</p><p>- Then we headed over to the bathroom, of course shielding our eyes from the trashiest of trash covers. Poor Kya and I. Sigh. I did see some names and books I recognized in the Christian and inspirational section like Tim Tebow and Sadie Robertson and Ann Vaskomp. But it doesn't make up for all the trash you have to wade through that is glaring at you at the front door in the foyer about astrology. Sigh. It's not pretty in the real world. Not at all. I miss the Family Christian Bookstore. Sigh. Even the displays of toys and collector items are full of things I don't want to buy my kids. It's just not where I really want to spend my time.</p><p>- Going to Chick Fil A and only spending $11 and not having to lug more than 1 drink is such a luxury and feels really weird. My food was ready before Kellie was done ordering, too. Yeah!</p><p> - Marshall's was ok. Still very messy. Kya didn't see anything of interest, as Kellie was looking for clothes for her. Same kind of deal as with Keturah. Clothes for their height and shape are just trashy looking. Shorts are way too short. Crop tops are too short. Both girls don't like frills or flowers or bright colors. They want monochrome, blah, sweats. I don't know what to do with them. I just don't.</p><p>- Then Kellie dropped Kya and I back off at my house so Kya could spend the afternoon with Justin. They worked on the puzzle in Justin's room, played Monolopy, went to Gary and Leah's house to get some ice cream out of the freezer because Justin was jealous of all the ice cream that the littles were getting, and just hung out. I laid down on the couch and let Socks up on the couch and snuggle with me for once. I had never let him do that before and it was glorious and reminiscent of when my beagle, Waggle, would sleep with me growing up. And then I just wasted a lot of time reading about nothing and not doing enough on my computer and it's now late and I should have called the kids earlier because they have to get up super early to come home tomorrow and Jared has to go bed soon because he has his men's thing because it's Friday and and and...vacation time over....sigh. At least I could a full day of pretty much not doing a single productive thing besides a few emails and listening to a few podcasts.</p><p>- Tomorrow I'll do some chores and then Jared, Justin and I will go do some driving to something fun (Jared hasn't told us what yet) in the afternoon. We'll see!</p><p>- Part of me thinks we should have gotten more physical things done, but part of me is really thankful we didn't. We have all summer for those things. We left margin to do nothing. We didn't push. We didn't rush. We listen to our bodies. Well, sort of, I didn't sleep or take naps like I could of. But I got a couple of things done. And we made a major step in the bathroom. So that's not nothing. I touched on everything I wanted to. I just didn't go as deep on everything I wanted to. It's been a good week. I just wish my brain was less tired so I had been more excited through it. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKG1agXkqpJI06PoAryjBgUAS6_2b5Sm563f-mIy8INE1i7fGu8wnOmgsPHiEbzGZDUoa6CCexxb9jEfXoTQ8TbSE2TzKEyIPm3LOp1922QHMp-XsQ2JvAcv7-0VWCiHmULdbVtzcp2nfzfsQcSLCWWNmlhG9Xu0UwiAGtsgFMyrGkexzrJYkyg/s1472/A6D60856-48E0-4DCB-AA05-CC7A13ED0AB8.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKG1agXkqpJI06PoAryjBgUAS6_2b5Sm563f-mIy8INE1i7fGu8wnOmgsPHiEbzGZDUoa6CCexxb9jEfXoTQ8TbSE2TzKEyIPm3LOp1922QHMp-XsQ2JvAcv7-0VWCiHmULdbVtzcp2nfzfsQcSLCWWNmlhG9Xu0UwiAGtsgFMyrGkexzrJYkyg/s320/A6D60856-48E0-4DCB-AA05-CC7A13ED0AB8.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enneagram 6's do's and don'ts. This is a don't.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLTDcF9llJIPwDh2qy_Vqnr9OvPQNGGNNVowiSzrSOwyvN3t5tF8GHPKKUDZ9ulmfh8Gm-QEKuqfK00oniF7BhCEY3VI6cWImfnJmyDB-uh4mdf4Qm2cqzfct5IZ3argst16PJ10IGPbFHisa2gkXCsUv9FTi3mlV-3udT_f6EZI-J2XBdncQeg/s4032/IMG_0812.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLTDcF9llJIPwDh2qy_Vqnr9OvPQNGGNNVowiSzrSOwyvN3t5tF8GHPKKUDZ9ulmfh8Gm-QEKuqfK00oniF7BhCEY3VI6cWImfnJmyDB-uh4mdf4Qm2cqzfct5IZ3argst16PJ10IGPbFHisa2gkXCsUv9FTi3mlV-3udT_f6EZI-J2XBdncQeg/s320/IMG_0812.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another day, another bowl of ice cream.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYqwZxB-AY7QFLkXl6vgdb3M3fJefpoViui2qJUmHyz4l4n9YZkNxOIhoZ9ZRPpTj0vr3Wfmy58yvPqRLVWFX5qQAItUKLx2MKYOR2hn_lG-VyT1YPh7yE2k-Mg94xsrLT8oNrVVknHCoDgl7zSZ1-L5o1FosJ7T9rniiaUUXGlNGLuxpD-aoWQ/s1792/IMG_2391.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYYqwZxB-AY7QFLkXl6vgdb3M3fJefpoViui2qJUmHyz4l4n9YZkNxOIhoZ9ZRPpTj0vr3Wfmy58yvPqRLVWFX5qQAItUKLx2MKYOR2hn_lG-VyT1YPh7yE2k-Mg94xsrLT8oNrVVknHCoDgl7zSZ1-L5o1FosJ7T9rniiaUUXGlNGLuxpD-aoWQ/w296-h640/IMG_2391.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We'll see how this flies. It might be still considered homeschooling wherever MacArthur lives, but it won't fly here. We don't have laws for hybrid schools like that. Co ops meet only 1-2 days per week and the teachers have to be unpaid parents, not paid hired tutors.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNO3079KsshbPwzM-FRKuVvyYD-4htMsyErmt17PqiAksuhkGfaCFUWgH0-3iKRsVlUhMm4pw2b3AEJj_Ni-Se_IvLPycdUvFZVXVmXl9WVmCbCfQ7MkJ8lPdp2pTUE8OA9g_JaipTok9_kXGjxtzETGj3G61yLxHRid91B6qj_871xy8zNI51jQ/s4032/IMG_2394.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNO3079KsshbPwzM-FRKuVvyYD-4htMsyErmt17PqiAksuhkGfaCFUWgH0-3iKRsVlUhMm4pw2b3AEJj_Ni-Se_IvLPycdUvFZVXVmXl9WVmCbCfQ7MkJ8lPdp2pTUE8OA9g_JaipTok9_kXGjxtzETGj3G61yLxHRid91B6qj_871xy8zNI51jQ/w480-h640/IMG_2394.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A cool way to introduce your elementary kid to your favorite pop culture young adult/adult show.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyitrRHJCUgwe1SAzne-Rn1JiUtdiErvRzEeQLEfEQv9USSfm65QLXVhHgi8IOPCuMKCRSRmhkCUTbKkOYZ3CFBPaVjC77dHf22aRYYQGIw21hVKix-Gva2z3xZKy7ZlvM81sjHlyqpUJsbUccxRnX-RT-dlJzsxhN-EmxyPJtSvFPEHp_GzTrWw/s4032/IMG_2395.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyitrRHJCUgwe1SAzne-Rn1JiUtdiErvRzEeQLEfEQv9USSfm65QLXVhHgi8IOPCuMKCRSRmhkCUTbKkOYZ3CFBPaVjC77dHf22aRYYQGIw21hVKix-Gva2z3xZKy7ZlvM81sjHlyqpUJsbUccxRnX-RT-dlJzsxhN-EmxyPJtSvFPEHp_GzTrWw/s320/IMG_2395.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A shelf of Justin's favorite books. I found some Overwatch and Dune books, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKPT5N82wq8KNwd38dOEPMZDJrWhPlZQzFyDP21HZen4FoMFbeNj3XQScSL1yo8OUkhiJdHGTSYxUv-sAt8e3Sj9Q2jMmAa9ABj9J1q9r3D8oCaR2hkMo32t15TmHGSp7U_qkDpeazc19H9nZL5CglfdWcB-v10tQj5Hmyxc64V4HkCtKbOlWHQ/s4032/IMG_2414.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcKPT5N82wq8KNwd38dOEPMZDJrWhPlZQzFyDP21HZen4FoMFbeNj3XQScSL1yo8OUkhiJdHGTSYxUv-sAt8e3Sj9Q2jMmAa9ABj9J1q9r3D8oCaR2hkMo32t15TmHGSp7U_qkDpeazc19H9nZL5CglfdWcB-v10tQj5Hmyxc64V4HkCtKbOlWHQ/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not joking. I had to use the zoomed out feature on my phone to capture this huge display of Harry Potter books, toys, spell books, picture books, the works. It's not just the original 8 books. It's the new series of the children of the original characters I think. And, yes, all the fandom and real spells and rules about quidditch. This is just Harry Potter. This isn't the rows and rows of other children's series that are also based on magic and witches and spells.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJSYlaUkm8ypaUIxCKLYT2WiOf4PiY2LaL3oVkc6kxdd0JkF6fknPua8x3q-ZUxtNk_61Qd9qfNyC4WsHEpRU75vbMAn7UqVHZ4uXJzvWGkH7K21vXhrMdd7EBa9KX9rC_oKf-yzDqa45dgMrOaU5-puL90T9RAzLsAtOsnZ01ZMHOwGr4JJWWw/s4032/IMG_2415.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJSYlaUkm8ypaUIxCKLYT2WiOf4PiY2LaL3oVkc6kxdd0JkF6fknPua8x3q-ZUxtNk_61Qd9qfNyC4WsHEpRU75vbMAn7UqVHZ4uXJzvWGkH7K21vXhrMdd7EBa9KX9rC_oKf-yzDqa45dgMrOaU5-puL90T9RAzLsAtOsnZ01ZMHOwGr4JJWWw/s320/IMG_2415.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, let's suck up a bug so we can study it! Fantastic! Or we could suck up the bug so we can release it outside or at least contain it to throw it away like the one inch black beetle with the pinchy claws I found in the kitchen today. It was at least an inch long. It's not a normal bug to find inside a house either. I was not impressed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqFonmL3hlUuR1qmb6pFpHHpRX95bU90YeMZ9ewGZWLykleRDHDhzPip0xPA4kj93sBk14Vk4-drH1WEl-RZBxkqFiYaS2GZMoyAkgztc9DpAVDfTxUTcoG1WFWSEMEhkCKAA6DkwV261r91U8K6biYVklTIOdWLF_pFfcGFW_AY7WD6fBnxfpg/s4032/IMG_2416.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqFonmL3hlUuR1qmb6pFpHHpRX95bU90YeMZ9ewGZWLykleRDHDhzPip0xPA4kj93sBk14Vk4-drH1WEl-RZBxkqFiYaS2GZMoyAkgztc9DpAVDfTxUTcoG1WFWSEMEhkCKAA6DkwV261r91U8K6biYVklTIOdWLF_pFfcGFW_AY7WD6fBnxfpg/w300-h400/IMG_2416.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooo, that's a twist on the old rock and mineral kit. Nice!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEekq2nJySvbK9038CObtF3PrJwYdQZP3Z8xZEJU1xoQDO580OUFrEFM3xBACdifovp8iHq4YgT3tlLqZ2GBGNAijQ1FBN-3XcMt7FGbeOb1HE0NFaQlwVJUg-iv45aI1h10_IFMb17m_kLztVNP5eTvdQkDgYOyBMRuJ8FKQkzHxb_FMBx_yBLQ/s4032/IMG_2417.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEekq2nJySvbK9038CObtF3PrJwYdQZP3Z8xZEJU1xoQDO580OUFrEFM3xBACdifovp8iHq4YgT3tlLqZ2GBGNAijQ1FBN-3XcMt7FGbeOb1HE0NFaQlwVJUg-iv45aI1h10_IFMb17m_kLztVNP5eTvdQkDgYOyBMRuJ8FKQkzHxb_FMBx_yBLQ/w300-h400/IMG_2417.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For the fans of the I Spy games!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oLHs2OpFMpX7gZ3b7KyFe0aHChRpq87JWJMoxV9YrJfSanURaQPdNmJ3DxTToo6N1CWI__uu8tTto-7uPKIxF_ozkQEyeeupzATSqgej5jSFH2Rh0fUehMzcggdgZTmrFYQtmDwYiBuUWPHWQig8IiTjgbjAeBwpw1ma-ttCocvm2EhjesR-zg/s4032/IMG_2418.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oLHs2OpFMpX7gZ3b7KyFe0aHChRpq87JWJMoxV9YrJfSanURaQPdNmJ3DxTToo6N1CWI__uu8tTto-7uPKIxF_ozkQEyeeupzATSqgej5jSFH2Rh0fUehMzcggdgZTmrFYQtmDwYiBuUWPHWQig8IiTjgbjAeBwpw1ma-ttCocvm2EhjesR-zg/w300-h400/IMG_2418.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perfect for Keturah! Indestructible!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MHXgm1EHnkOPQf9l0L45SVR3wsCLEUg11PQkzTwKughmY_cw4zKYIWVd1TIdTNDXtwoVW0QKnYAb3-0tX0wg46Yj8HRmwFEcd_K_l-IZzNwi2feFuxnsX49znknfKlECySkkETCBpxJdphi1_psRrMTo9tkdV5pInAqzoozvYyyrUzJmV4vIng/s4032/IMG_2419.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MHXgm1EHnkOPQf9l0L45SVR3wsCLEUg11PQkzTwKughmY_cw4zKYIWVd1TIdTNDXtwoVW0QKnYAb3-0tX0wg46Yj8HRmwFEcd_K_l-IZzNwi2feFuxnsX49znknfKlECySkkETCBpxJdphi1_psRrMTo9tkdV5pInAqzoozvYyyrUzJmV4vIng/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I also saw a lot of CRT/black history stuff mixed in with the classics as well. Black history month was two months ago. Where's white history? White historical figures? White women to look up to like Amelia Earhart? This is a BOARD BOOK for toddlers. Yes, catch them when they are infants. Yup.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXEhupPc6bH_dDdaq4YzH-SQyBVqa11DcApza4h7Rs-aVJKpWzHS-PFIcIcCNoQU-hnPd4mck_FZLSNBHXTwveL2F10sn7qXcu80dQfkvWLfmVD3S4MsF-nciXYNWfrcFWotAZfjeE8PiC5HhzG3NeWoQvDirIN7TGG5cI01M384VHkC4mPdMJg/s4032/IMG_2420.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXEhupPc6bH_dDdaq4YzH-SQyBVqa11DcApza4h7Rs-aVJKpWzHS-PFIcIcCNoQU-hnPd4mck_FZLSNBHXTwveL2F10sn7qXcu80dQfkvWLfmVD3S4MsF-nciXYNWfrcFWotAZfjeE8PiC5HhzG3NeWoQvDirIN7TGG5cI01M384VHkC4mPdMJg/s320/IMG_2420.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of well intentioned authors but still on that CRT/Black history spectrum and on full display without whites being representative as well. Or any other nationality. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmtUuUZnPh9foX1qRACk26XNaRznMcxVhlKmITPHYvLeF3rBXAo5wHgKLdqFcJUZ9Svt8E3Yg3tn6f-szNCdit2LgOVvHLySo5Refa4gPMe1bwNg6VL8V4DbsPfyVDSXRKMAvimEu6Q9NPbA5Mw2WYqYsANUOdmjiv28McONUQ0ImprhZ4PEi9g/s4032/IMG_2421.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvmtUuUZnPh9foX1qRACk26XNaRznMcxVhlKmITPHYvLeF3rBXAo5wHgKLdqFcJUZ9Svt8E3Yg3tn6f-szNCdit2LgOVvHLySo5Refa4gPMe1bwNg6VL8V4DbsPfyVDSXRKMAvimEu6Q9NPbA5Mw2WYqYsANUOdmjiv28McONUQ0ImprhZ4PEi9g/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one was great! It's about a teddy bear that was well loved, stuffed in the attic for a bit, forgotten, rediscovered, and given to the daughter to continue loving. So sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1rlLNYSahOS-cdjvsDAsuuT4YM-dtUi3OwJqzl_JmnxerF0q-tAcXqPWLdyAhmcJsmc3_jSbY-07oV8u0qyByXWnb06zYC-L54x0e-E6IliuQMkrT706kovvVLFLKSwDxsUokoMVVpIl90axuKYXiwbwDGUYP4xhsIoi6zuCjs84fulD4Zhc-Q/s4032/IMG_2422.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1rlLNYSahOS-cdjvsDAsuuT4YM-dtUi3OwJqzl_JmnxerF0q-tAcXqPWLdyAhmcJsmc3_jSbY-07oV8u0qyByXWnb06zYC-L54x0e-E6IliuQMkrT706kovvVLFLKSwDxsUokoMVVpIl90axuKYXiwbwDGUYP4xhsIoi6zuCjs84fulD4Zhc-Q/s320/IMG_2422.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, straight up propganda. 1619 project. Woe are you if you are black and your ancestors came from Africa. My ancestors came on a ship, too. Right around 1619 as well. Edward Howell was his name. From someplace in Wales. And my Grandfather Koski came over in a boat in the 1920's from Helsinki, Finland. So, you can just stop it. This is America. This is the melting pot. Not everyone is oppressed. We rise above it. I'm not going to apologize for something I did not do. Perhaps some of my Howell relatives did because they did live all over. How about books on everybody's heritage, hm? But no, we have to talk about only one ancestry, because they won't let it go. I don't buy into this narrative. No.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcBzKnJlooiUy39iPLlL6zx2Qvh4tSxm8uCfgvpLzXmr5-N_f8MQrB9muRs4FamZQSePG5TVkW9WoEPdAQXLOl-DRQPK87vwQkml-2OAovAaNHUHx_yJMk6p7_DDfo-vzdJGKWFUcGIDU3R7Uwg9sg8fQSxXUTWGhW90MhmMD5CFgEJI46FdiSA/s4032/IMG_2423.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvcBzKnJlooiUy39iPLlL6zx2Qvh4tSxm8uCfgvpLzXmr5-N_f8MQrB9muRs4FamZQSePG5TVkW9WoEPdAQXLOl-DRQPK87vwQkml-2OAovAaNHUHx_yJMk6p7_DDfo-vzdJGKWFUcGIDU3R7Uwg9sg8fQSxXUTWGhW90MhmMD5CFgEJI46FdiSA/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But right next to that one above is this one. A classic. Pure, innocent and simple. The way things used to be. All about a snowy We have the book of course. But the plushie is adorable!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaf64c4T4tIO1SLUnL4k8sbrc7fC1YRDWG-M99KLXFAfeXeevpKzRqEiVC8X3qWf8zEdBwq6PGKANWvUpK0RtRNFO0BLOmgSKYag9WRYY9E2jUUsmLqz984XUbVyC0BM3R_wiF5czLcRHwvygBMVlyS7owXXCgqS70tdr8F4cAbNoRUEzmFH581w/s4032/IMG_2424.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaf64c4T4tIO1SLUnL4k8sbrc7fC1YRDWG-M99KLXFAfeXeevpKzRqEiVC8X3qWf8zEdBwq6PGKANWvUpK0RtRNFO0BLOmgSKYag9WRYY9E2jUUsmLqz984XUbVyC0BM3R_wiF5czLcRHwvygBMVlyS7owXXCgqS70tdr8F4cAbNoRUEzmFH581w/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was tempted to buy this. It was only $11. But Jared can pick up for Mother's Day if he wants to.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouXeeRaikUTHApIBs6TgcaiU7Rtem8HiW1cYY3TYId3TFF6bQryBBeHg7tXwP2FxV9iQ75GljKCjdYK4zWHMSqXBg4mInkvFJGU_1UZABg8J7AfuvlKnZQGfuVAAsCEGtRHRgSzXZK1Jej14GTp5fr5srSNJ3l2_AY7Ba_lqyp-N1PFVitIdMAA/s4032/IMG_2425.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjouXeeRaikUTHApIBs6TgcaiU7Rtem8HiW1cYY3TYId3TFF6bQryBBeHg7tXwP2FxV9iQ75GljKCjdYK4zWHMSqXBg4mInkvFJGU_1UZABg8J7AfuvlKnZQGfuVAAsCEGtRHRgSzXZK1Jej14GTp5fr5srSNJ3l2_AY7Ba_lqyp-N1PFVitIdMAA/s320/IMG_2425.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were a few good authors on the shelf, like this cool dude here. Man, this guy is one of the best guys to use his platform for the glory of God right now. Right up there with people like Tony Dungy. He does the "Night to Remember" dances for those with Down Syndrome. He played pro Football and Pro Baseball. And he's not afraid to share the gospel and his Faith to his social media channels. An amazing young man.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE57hmFui2hCpNFpYMKTwSZAmp6xV7YEoNTgJ1WVoK79jSRHv1nPr9raaDLt-GNQ7ybs53thDOZj1YhAfWdphTI9YuV-Ko6ZMhsC0uXhYdYxHJcNH4sbOV6blYwxou3KvKe843NtHrSDBCbijg2EmUASTtA88f_d4MoJzLvYKFMNozXXIg7DOrVw/s4032/IMG_2426.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE57hmFui2hCpNFpYMKTwSZAmp6xV7YEoNTgJ1WVoK79jSRHv1nPr9raaDLt-GNQ7ybs53thDOZj1YhAfWdphTI9YuV-Ko6ZMhsC0uXhYdYxHJcNH4sbOV6blYwxou3KvKe843NtHrSDBCbijg2EmUASTtA88f_d4MoJzLvYKFMNozXXIg7DOrVw/s320/IMG_2426.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a fun title! And gorgeous photos! Nice coffee table book! And I kept thinking about how vibrant the colors are and that God created each individual species of bird to look like their own kind. Gorgeous!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ehZNrjWNNVOhtsv47rH0Di_Wc1yK_B8fvSEAXk1G44lBaetLH9tQJSD-l9lTf8k5dfmqZFENJbCYHxxyb75ICiRXj6ikMw-U6bjDct2LQIxvYHJeDqakMtO3dTvPuV6QrHA0Yva-AZk68qkjwp9vwE35v6Nxb9NCLsgAJxrL-BkPpfLjTtpWqg/s4032/IMG_2427.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ehZNrjWNNVOhtsv47rH0Di_Wc1yK_B8fvSEAXk1G44lBaetLH9tQJSD-l9lTf8k5dfmqZFENJbCYHxxyb75ICiRXj6ikMw-U6bjDct2LQIxvYHJeDqakMtO3dTvPuV6QrHA0Yva-AZk68qkjwp9vwE35v6Nxb9NCLsgAJxrL-BkPpfLjTtpWqg/w480-h640/IMG_2427.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a peek into what is in our faces at the checkout counter at Barnes and Noble, right in the reach of bored pre teens and teens. It's not even hidden. It disgusts me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpo2ldl5XCuhfFdHYJz2_mHqTFT0Du8k5RbO9A5R2-reC3crtax4C1cfEG_zK0b0QAccRrF8ysPd4CqCaCjtg0wCPSysjeXz90ITSO2GKn34WkTyTI4TrKRfcDnxPqy4P0lchhvCdymRPNDi9f1gNsJx1_iRVOBNUmD4kUkvEvh5GDJXpLjrUFcg/s4032/IMG_2428.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpo2ldl5XCuhfFdHYJz2_mHqTFT0Du8k5RbO9A5R2-reC3crtax4C1cfEG_zK0b0QAccRrF8ysPd4CqCaCjtg0wCPSysjeXz90ITSO2GKn34WkTyTI4TrKRfcDnxPqy4P0lchhvCdymRPNDi9f1gNsJx1_iRVOBNUmD4kUkvEvh5GDJXpLjrUFcg/s320/IMG_2428.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can write down your thoughts on your mug using the chalk! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3mAnnwve3WZkwDMlLdtFl0UmRkN-cSZm6H7MLrcnwDzHkL_I-C_6Pj9lyvR2a1sETvCc7qY1GGibfUXCL7XF3KhLccpJ7OlpfUvW3GZBLNNQ4yn-q7yZuNe_Knk5BGzwPb2JoTd3zj_0yOfdvDccLnSwB9nOAS41jl501zNFOkShap1shPJ_Rw/s4032/IMG_2429.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3mAnnwve3WZkwDMlLdtFl0UmRkN-cSZm6H7MLrcnwDzHkL_I-C_6Pj9lyvR2a1sETvCc7qY1GGibfUXCL7XF3KhLccpJ7OlpfUvW3GZBLNNQ4yn-q7yZuNe_Knk5BGzwPb2JoTd3zj_0yOfdvDccLnSwB9nOAS41jl501zNFOkShap1shPJ_Rw/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These cards are for those of us who like to take the least beaten path. People like me, Uncle Aaron, Justin, and I. Grandpa can't stand detours. Just get from point A to point B as quickly as possible.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdPIi0Dd1hOjqUnhoTJaMtdUvDV2_DuvzKeJtJk-EVj8BHaP3O1Aak_t1TOQHadBYTqM5Vt_NZ6JCF1K23qC_XIe5Jc9dURWJmgTFVdKWRaZF5hHuFM1L9d2FiEw0rqAlhOD83RYspUQ7psaevBgV5bhu8v4Icz5YBsV9H1i-tWMkdN4gBCa6ew/s4032/IMG_2430.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdPIi0Dd1hOjqUnhoTJaMtdUvDV2_DuvzKeJtJk-EVj8BHaP3O1Aak_t1TOQHadBYTqM5Vt_NZ6JCF1K23qC_XIe5Jc9dURWJmgTFVdKWRaZF5hHuFM1L9d2FiEw0rqAlhOD83RYspUQ7psaevBgV5bhu8v4Icz5YBsV9H1i-tWMkdN4gBCa6ew/w480-h640/IMG_2430.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy birthday, Your Majesty.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblaZ4B09Cesn3lYLfwuqhUkq4yyN7yBnxLanThskvyJzSa7-ZkDhFGjlAkYz44p5vqtMA8F0D5XQt4p-mlU7Ift40FQWS9WygM8mgIKhSoCQHOodUMf5b9VDZNqoFctz7uVO_iEVOp4EvN-5j3BVEwlY2W0hDfQfzQcQy3kTxKfGZo9mgKrmfyw/s4032/IMG_2431.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjblaZ4B09Cesn3lYLfwuqhUkq4yyN7yBnxLanThskvyJzSa7-ZkDhFGjlAkYz44p5vqtMA8F0D5XQt4p-mlU7Ift40FQWS9WygM8mgIKhSoCQHOodUMf5b9VDZNqoFctz7uVO_iEVOp4EvN-5j3BVEwlY2W0hDfQfzQcQy3kTxKfGZo9mgKrmfyw/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooooo, look what I found! On display no less. Ryan Smith's new book! Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKOFmULgSWNVjWvwBtKn9NoyduES_6Vktf5d-bpkff6muvL2ZVZR6ODKm2NE8Xr5yuJW_7vDTgCbtCuGoXsJUYGP-lFDUEFjpIPyBtJwZEPRusWmpSj9FYMkuO3myX28AG-rAaSHWLvlQzpYhC60k9CrFElDLAID4Bfgi-_rhLCtSBjyNo0VNtA/s4032/IMG_2432.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglKOFmULgSWNVjWvwBtKn9NoyduES_6Vktf5d-bpkff6muvL2ZVZR6ODKm2NE8Xr5yuJW_7vDTgCbtCuGoXsJUYGP-lFDUEFjpIPyBtJwZEPRusWmpSj9FYMkuO3myX28AG-rAaSHWLvlQzpYhC60k9CrFElDLAID4Bfgi-_rhLCtSBjyNo0VNtA/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Michael's last book he put out two years ago. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xU_27v10RxsPWQGCy0MoT80EW5Esh9jUSRbiTZEDMRQoyCp40YrWVcAfBadG6Yz08bk5nBU8Zpa0u2-AuUVAGHlC2CPCc28ReL62CgZVRuy4SPArKxREV3ZI960Q9RxfbZe2bb-x3hy3XJAhsLWPyXK0_jJ-dbXl3bFaHHx5pUPszobCFKGA_g/s4032/IMG_2435.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9xU_27v10RxsPWQGCy0MoT80EW5Esh9jUSRbiTZEDMRQoyCp40YrWVcAfBadG6Yz08bk5nBU8Zpa0u2-AuUVAGHlC2CPCc28ReL62CgZVRuy4SPArKxREV3ZI960Q9RxfbZe2bb-x3hy3XJAhsLWPyXK0_jJ-dbXl3bFaHHx5pUPszobCFKGA_g/s320/IMG_2435.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dog therapy. Weighted blanket. Extra heater. All of this and more! I've never let him do this before. I wish I had. This is what my Beagle, Waglle used to do with my parents and I when I slept on the bottom bunk. He kept changing positions and snuggling in deeper to get my attention so I would pet him again and again. He's so super spoiled now. But I loved every single minute of it. I'm so going to do it again!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz55pE3AM5VPWOT44P_B1ZXw3xT5j--r6CpiPi19DILNpn5CT5n0aoKWhtoDewhjrHqcaEyNDnYmr75fGPvXhdRDyG4cvO1uDf3aFHuRgztFoa-EIMUq8zYoSZXPUIeVfVi2w-dJbLpAL7AZ0WGGSD74I1JCBKrnYz0D0TBOtt8aRY0CiKznUMg/s4032/IMG_2438.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdz55pE3AM5VPWOT44P_B1ZXw3xT5j--r6CpiPi19DILNpn5CT5n0aoKWhtoDewhjrHqcaEyNDnYmr75fGPvXhdRDyG4cvO1uDf3aFHuRgztFoa-EIMUq8zYoSZXPUIeVfVi2w-dJbLpAL7AZ0WGGSD74I1JCBKrnYz0D0TBOtt8aRY0CiKznUMg/s320/IMG_2438.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, these beans stink and they didn't do that well. Bummers. I failed this experiment. I'll show them to Abishai and then I'll toss them. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarqYPVat-6PjfoAD6jk2RA4sDHUh4KjyUOncl90kVuo4MqTVsu-wULjW8Wiqbeq8Ky3wYB2S1E46udN98Cb7ij0vHWzD1yZZWjci9JPVXl1s4j4Ar1DfaZ11vFxqyMPCMo_6wOTSg9M_zSFTJyiPOWFwCu-HOL-iVaOOu-erxAK_qOr8WKXf76g/s4032/IMG_2439.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjarqYPVat-6PjfoAD6jk2RA4sDHUh4KjyUOncl90kVuo4MqTVsu-wULjW8Wiqbeq8Ky3wYB2S1E46udN98Cb7ij0vHWzD1yZZWjci9JPVXl1s4j4Ar1DfaZ11vFxqyMPCMo_6wOTSg9M_zSFTJyiPOWFwCu-HOL-iVaOOu-erxAK_qOr8WKXf76g/s320/IMG_2439.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see a few root hairs on the top one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk4U7Ea8JwS5jriryeykAgRoBlRwKhwiKPIHMDco7TOqk81jUgiC9w0gOIYQlhZTxb5Nk-LTIqTamYchF6f1N32hGcZM9TwEIzcXARTqNZHQ6zDc49yRmctr5ZLgcFN3gqJKUaB_SjSVVOJ7RznvBfQ_ZuhGrOz-wbS-a43DL-XJJEGvr0fQL21Q/s4032/IMG_7111.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk4U7Ea8JwS5jriryeykAgRoBlRwKhwiKPIHMDco7TOqk81jUgiC9w0gOIYQlhZTxb5Nk-LTIqTamYchF6f1N32hGcZM9TwEIzcXARTqNZHQ6zDc49yRmctr5ZLgcFN3gqJKUaB_SjSVVOJ7RznvBfQ_ZuhGrOz-wbS-a43DL-XJJEGvr0fQL21Q/s320/IMG_7111.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma had brought supplies for them to bunny decorations today. Abishai got to play with a new Lego set while the girls worked hard on their art projects.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3HQuFEbF5mQ5jLenH4rknB1LLlqbW3UwRVMnxdp03heJ1jEWxHmeZaY6e4A7KdkW7ekU04Tm8f4FvhrT-UyTwO9O1H-yfXJ5n-BtBnrn3JpfQ6yHLAy8isLXyFhggHb9YY31Z08Co0Y3B328uOq4RsXQJsSJtdQqXiHeut1sqziTm97dZmAK0Q/s4032/IMG_7115.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3HQuFEbF5mQ5jLenH4rknB1LLlqbW3UwRVMnxdp03heJ1jEWxHmeZaY6e4A7KdkW7ekU04Tm8f4FvhrT-UyTwO9O1H-yfXJ5n-BtBnrn3JpfQ6yHLAy8isLXyFhggHb9YY31Z08Co0Y3B328uOq4RsXQJsSJtdQqXiHeut1sqziTm97dZmAK0Q/s320/IMG_7115.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everly's came out very girly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRCL6kznwAAG7sJLfQZSS2B1WMvvJakFu6VSvvXxAmDoYGB1EX1DFkDvrcDdF31oaXEEYFOGV75WaHq4f0JZDalXsOkYV2nffZt3PpmMx72j6TKFNjXh2pFkwkxjPVFX0AStcNarCA7ghHUqsK6k-MQX_VrmRXuI37RO-w-Bp7JrtvcumeQsnZQ/s4032/IMG_7117.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRCL6kznwAAG7sJLfQZSS2B1WMvvJakFu6VSvvXxAmDoYGB1EX1DFkDvrcDdF31oaXEEYFOGV75WaHq4f0JZDalXsOkYV2nffZt3PpmMx72j6TKFNjXh2pFkwkxjPVFX0AStcNarCA7ghHUqsK6k-MQX_VrmRXuI37RO-w-Bp7JrtvcumeQsnZQ/s320/IMG_7117.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah's was very plain Jane.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5Yth7UdYhhHdb8r0mFCT5hiyp_ZHiwP2M0J9vbO3SUfWrukmuzrFHMGxlz-rKPF2cl836E0liXBMYqVJ4EtIZgqMSTpvQB7TPrEPI5BRNu--Te2moI5YGDoltMPRlRoU3McGYC13y3EK2sWQji0Qmwckks0yMen64vp4atfWWMAH0wGjKcArvw/s4032/IMG_7118.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5Yth7UdYhhHdb8r0mFCT5hiyp_ZHiwP2M0J9vbO3SUfWrukmuzrFHMGxlz-rKPF2cl836E0liXBMYqVJ4EtIZgqMSTpvQB7TPrEPI5BRNu--Te2moI5YGDoltMPRlRoU3McGYC13y3EK2sWQji0Qmwckks0yMen64vp4atfWWMAH0wGjKcArvw/s320/IMG_7118.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai didn't get one because there wasn't enough supplies.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKc4NZiHqRp_1qYZ4azdQQyG6dAsVfG4f84xU_1WXCvEurQxCEqTtzJ_esfU3dNXe0ZMUGPVCgjkWVshrRTCEj0EloKv91pC4N3NzFJFIbx931FGzvi6-BBnOJFo8nCr4VY9OinGDV-B87Hdl_cQ5mIRfWtd8CyD4kbhyDOFD8gkt7jKXaz0j5w/s4032/IMG_7119.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipKc4NZiHqRp_1qYZ4azdQQyG6dAsVfG4f84xU_1WXCvEurQxCEqTtzJ_esfU3dNXe0ZMUGPVCgjkWVshrRTCEj0EloKv91pC4N3NzFJFIbx931FGzvi6-BBnOJFo8nCr4VY9OinGDV-B87Hdl_cQ5mIRfWtd8CyD4kbhyDOFD8gkt7jKXaz0j5w/s320/IMG_7119.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nora made hers gender neutral for now. Ok, then.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9IUgM-X4YoI8F5VrpPOR-aGs1SYgKd3pCCMdr8j2GKZGW0Z-rigmTZClEbUukCLKPAO_fyVNMiTl50wbg6aPDfkusubuUNyutQ4XfMOFnTYAEeoTSiP8SqS6U411Ew5mIZwMwJxYUUIcTmR5I_H-qtLVKtX_2OU8Q8jcGPvRQvgG_2hGt6ee6w/s4032/IMG_7120.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9IUgM-X4YoI8F5VrpPOR-aGs1SYgKd3pCCMdr8j2GKZGW0Z-rigmTZClEbUukCLKPAO_fyVNMiTl50wbg6aPDfkusubuUNyutQ4XfMOFnTYAEeoTSiP8SqS6U411Ew5mIZwMwJxYUUIcTmR5I_H-qtLVKtX_2OU8Q8jcGPvRQvgG_2hGt6ee6w/s320/IMG_7120.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finishing touches.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuytoHb6Fjwmaxjgcnlj4Z8LyyPlMJLZFCokVOpo0LAPq8lOmosWBG05aMOlRGuhGy5fehL427k2iv6_B7A1TWi-H5m1sSHTbzFOlF3KQzs5ZvBHcXh45wIPahjxYVazGOMxyfaauzsusMTKUsCGlPtEEAozRp9fIUmDyKQq39JvT6qTGpRciVsg/s4032/IMG_7122.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuytoHb6Fjwmaxjgcnlj4Z8LyyPlMJLZFCokVOpo0LAPq8lOmosWBG05aMOlRGuhGy5fehL427k2iv6_B7A1TWi-H5m1sSHTbzFOlF3KQzs5ZvBHcXh45wIPahjxYVazGOMxyfaauzsusMTKUsCGlPtEEAozRp9fIUmDyKQq39JvT6qTGpRciVsg/s320/IMG_7122.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma got out the big guns! A new Lego set!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGVV5sXxflkXy_Rl24LtFBqcutyovKXmCMK17eMwLBjkm2-BzraNR13vadP5ODk-IbsFBlSRowppjUiKEU8UBsDY2oBBtvspxkTRa6V-b8ibJ91KqhgYKyXAdqw9ZejcsKVzstE4XqDjcppttsDjS9ti7OmLAyKHiwZrJbgtKbz1H6tmPxbElhw/s4032/IMG_7126.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGVV5sXxflkXy_Rl24LtFBqcutyovKXmCMK17eMwLBjkm2-BzraNR13vadP5ODk-IbsFBlSRowppjUiKEU8UBsDY2oBBtvspxkTRa6V-b8ibJ91KqhgYKyXAdqw9ZejcsKVzstE4XqDjcppttsDjS9ti7OmLAyKHiwZrJbgtKbz1H6tmPxbElhw/s320/IMG_7126.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very pretty!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqAJfhpMHwQCWrcOjdIaWV63kOjNt1zPsuo5MDHXiOnO3xbkAHQiODv9a2n1wlowo5O8rhMMOvoyURb_SL8I8ozKTVIKgHUKchQ9qFHzZ7TLXvTvGe00OjK6MuB0XxqLBe7VFoFQ-qAyCrfDiLQtLdgjIOrJ3Ws3xDQnfVWfWxS2UQKA7upTeng/s4032/IMG_7127.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqAJfhpMHwQCWrcOjdIaWV63kOjNt1zPsuo5MDHXiOnO3xbkAHQiODv9a2n1wlowo5O8rhMMOvoyURb_SL8I8ozKTVIKgHUKchQ9qFHzZ7TLXvTvGe00OjK6MuB0XxqLBe7VFoFQ-qAyCrfDiLQtLdgjIOrJ3Ws3xDQnfVWfWxS2UQKA7upTeng/s320/IMG_7127.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Must be Keturah's bunny.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvTCzRjjbqV6xprm7QoqhptIDeDHxtmtZ74w-ErA7KvBETaeO6GVexU61e9dNxHyYqU91EP6X5HzFPwwve3qhQLUWCtUyfz39nV9qvEOn1f_t4zrsmQ_9OJ0aX31akzeNW2FIvDDzOeFG_kxxRPjmlTNXaafwFMmmnhk0-0XWUiN96Fnsdvxvng/s4032/IMG_7128.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbvTCzRjjbqV6xprm7QoqhptIDeDHxtmtZ74w-ErA7KvBETaeO6GVexU61e9dNxHyYqU91EP6X5HzFPwwve3qhQLUWCtUyfz39nV9qvEOn1f_t4zrsmQ_9OJ0aX31akzeNW2FIvDDzOeFG_kxxRPjmlTNXaafwFMmmnhk0-0XWUiN96Fnsdvxvng/s320/IMG_7128.JPEG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QqaCw9mKVgcnj8nEHp1j1_hrrOK-E79slAD0ZU_nqiKGKeQ7Oc5d-CuAqfqfokQXjp-B8YwjH2M4snsZSpfP70Y9-TN485uw5Aj8XGoJ5fRd2pXNy6ECZBbvKhg2KibhyGtCYjinPgOoOf8qIY6S9e0JG9zq-9NqytXxE1AjyYYhf0rwy5PSqA/s4032/IMG_7129.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QqaCw9mKVgcnj8nEHp1j1_hrrOK-E79slAD0ZU_nqiKGKeQ7Oc5d-CuAqfqfokQXjp-B8YwjH2M4snsZSpfP70Y9-TN485uw5Aj8XGoJ5fRd2pXNy6ECZBbvKhg2KibhyGtCYjinPgOoOf8qIY6S9e0JG9zq-9NqytXxE1AjyYYhf0rwy5PSqA/s320/IMG_7129.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Suits her personality.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZidtqwo6Jx120ENpldo8jO-UH0uRHJGuzd5NWDqae-9opnkjTIhmvIMOK-788UqOSlmuhZCSljXQgSbQpBkBUv9SaysdPAJvmW3hq3aH8pymDXCfn4b5vpqR7VzCRP-m9hPtS7glZjmse4_Jow1XuJCG135kyE3CdtCophETjuoK8KhVRG7eaEw/s4032/IMG_7130.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZidtqwo6Jx120ENpldo8jO-UH0uRHJGuzd5NWDqae-9opnkjTIhmvIMOK-788UqOSlmuhZCSljXQgSbQpBkBUv9SaysdPAJvmW3hq3aH8pymDXCfn4b5vpqR7VzCRP-m9hPtS7glZjmse4_Jow1XuJCG135kyE3CdtCophETjuoK8KhVRG7eaEw/s320/IMG_7130.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai looked tired, frustrated and mad. I think it's time for them to come home now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwADPHRA2gusi9zOrb85Uw5WilkldmAC5J3GJYDeiWt-Wf1WdjAX_z53w6eMnikANHlAcZLKw6ormgU5z23VQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><p>Friday - The Indiana Sand Dunes!</p><p>- Oh.....my.....goodness!!!!! When Jared said that he had an idea to take a road trip this week, I totally thought he meant to go hiking somewhere. I had no idea we would be driving 3 hrs north to the Indiana Sand Dunes today!!!!! This has sort of been on my bucket list for the last couple of years because EVERYBODY talks about how it's so much fun and it's a great field trip for the kids and you see it advertised on social media, etc. So, here's how it all went down today.</p><p>- Jared had his normal Friday morning breakfast meeting with the guys and then met with Jim and others about flipping houses and contracts and all that. Justin and I got ready for the day, but we weren't sure exactly what to prepare for. We just knew we would be out and to eat a hearty breakfast. I made sure we did all the chores, including the load of laundry (the only one for the whole week!), the only load of dishes out of the dishwasher, the vacuuming, filled water bottles, wore our walking sneakers, had a light jacket with hood, a little snack if need be, had my noon meds, made sure Socks was good for 6 hrs, etc. And then we got in the car and Jared started to drive. And the drove and drove and drove. And drove and drove and drove. I didn't look at his phone because I wanted to be surprised. But I have a good sense of direction and I can read signs so I knew we were going northwest out of the city. Ok, there's plenty of things out that way. I knew it wasn't going to be Turkey Run State Park because he already had said we weren't doing that. But I wasn't sure exactly what else because all the parks with the awesome forests are actually down south, not north. It's pretty flat and boring to the north. And he explained on our drive that there's a lot of limestone and prairie up north.</p><p>-By the way, we had some awesome conversations about different fun topics along the way. I'm sure Justin was bored out of his mind. It wasn't what he had in mind for the day. He probably should have brought along some homework or something. And he probably would have rather played video games. But, unlike his siblings, he went along with it without a peep. We tried to engage with him the best we could, well, I talked to him about a couple of things about his future as an extension of Wednesday's conversation, but he wasn't buying into that topic. I didn't bring up any pop culture stuff either. He didn't seem to want to talk. He plugged into his phone listening to music and doing whatever, talking to friends, playing games, and sleeping A TON. Ok, fine, I'll take that, at least you aren't complaining. He only complained when he felt sick because he was very hungry and the wind had started bothering him when we were walking on the beach. And I've learned that when Justin starts to complain, you have to listen and resolve the problem because he's really bad off by then. He was getting a headache, too. So we left and fed him and he felt a bit better. Again, I know it wasn't his plan today, but I'm glad he puts up with things better than his siblings and doesn't ruin the day with his attitude.</p><p>- Back to our communication, yes, pleasant topics about what we were seeing like the wind turbines or types of fields and landscapes or cities we were passing through, even the color of bricks on the houses. I brought up a couple of topics from the day before to clarify some photos I had sent him, but nothing too heavy. We also drove in silence so he could concentrate in the heavy traffic. The roads were pretty full most of the day. I know it is the Friday before a holiday, but good grief it shouldn't have been that full at noon. And plenty of construction, too. But, that's why Jared does the driving. We used state roads, and he must have passed at least a dozen cars in the wrong lane because they were barely doing the speed limit. It was nuts. But he's very good and safe about it. It's kind of fun to watch him, too. Road tripping, we've been doing it together since 1999 when we drove 2 hrs one way to Indiana Wesleyan University every other weekend. Two hours to the Marion campus, stay for two weeks, and then two hours back to Indy. And then when he went back to Lincoln the next semester, he would drive on Friday 4 hrs to 465 in Indy, then 2 hrs north to get me, and then 2 hrs south for Friday through Sunday. Then Sunday evening, drive me back to school, for a total of 4 hrs. Then on Monday morning, he would drive the 4 hrs back to Lincoln, Illinois. And he did all of this driving in the F-150 red pick up truck with a manual transmission with no a/c, just a bench seat. Loads of gas and mileage. Just so we could see each other, for the next 18 months until we got married. Oh yes, we were very committed. I don't how we got through it except for AOL Instant Messenger and sometimes a phone call and email. We choose each other and we choose the hardest route imaginable from the beginning I tell ya. Anyway, driving together, that's how we dated. That's how we spent the most time together. I would even lay down on the bench seat if I was tired, illegally, and nap. Those were the days, 23 years ago. And look at us now, still driving around, but with big ones in tow, that are now the age we were back then. Craziness!</p><p>- So, I didn't figure out that we were going to the Dunes until I saw a sign for it about 15 minutes from our destination. Eek! I started internally squealing thinking "I think I just guessed it! He took me all the way to the dunes! The water! The beach! Eek! How romantic!" Oh yes! Romantic indeed! He knows I love the water and the beach at anytime of the year. I'm a coldwater and cold beach aka maritime and New England beach goer. Don't take me to the tropics and to Florida in the hot, sticky sun where I have to wear a bathing suit and show my not so pretty bits. Nope. I'd rather have sneakers on with long pants and a lightweight jacket staring out into the ocean or lake and watching the waves lap the beach in the 65 degree temps and windy days like today. Today's weather reminded me of the June 2011 PEI trip when we visited for the first time and I realized just how cold being near the shore is vs being inland by 100 yds. And that PEI doesn't warm up until August. </p><p>- Once we got parked and I put my sneakers on, I literally skipped down to the beach like a little girl. The water! The sand! The skyline! And oh look, it's Chicago in the distance! The waves! The sound! My ocean! Oh wait, not the ocean, it's Lake Michigan. I forgot! But it's big water! And sand! And yes, the wind whipping through my thin jacket and jeans just like on PEI. Oh, take me back to those many moments downtown Charlottetown in the spring and fall when no one is swimming and I'm just walking along the boardwalk. There's no tourists yet. It's just the natives enjoying their Island. Us, who are ready for all the types of weather just getting out in the fresh air, just to hear those waves crashing and rolling. Beaches aren't just for hot weather and bikinis! Give me a cold weather New England North Atlantic beach anytime any season even with all the sea ice! I'll bundle up and go out there! Ah!</p><p>- So we held hands the hold way up and down the beach with Justin walking behind us. And I made Jared kiss me, too. Poor Justin. He was so over it by the time we were done. But that's ok. He was a good sport. Both of the guys got to skip rocks into the lake. Jared couldn't stop talking either, he was thoroughly enjoying it with me! It was the best date ever! And it didn't cost anything except time and gas money and a little bit of fast food money. Let's see, on the beach we also saw a couple of seagulls, a few people, the lifeguard station was closed of course. There were signs that you were supposed to have a state park pass, but no one seemed to have their on display so we just hoped we wouldn't get in trouble because we don't have one. On PEI, you only had to have a park pass for a few months of the year, otherwise the park was open to everyone in the off season. I hope that was pretty much the same today, but who knows. Nobody was around policing it. And if they were, we might get a letter in the mail later, and that's ok. A friend of ours pointed out a specific parking lot for Jared to use where we could bypass the gates where they check the passes and it seemed to work just fine. </p><p>- As far as the actual dune goes, the part that we saw was just one big one that wasn't as big or impressive as the ones we saw in Michigan a few years ago or the ones in PEI. But I think the park or the rest of the dunes are maybe more inlaid or laid out in a different way than we saw or were willing to venture today. And that's ok. If what I saw was all of the dunes, I am disappointed because it just wasn't as impressive as what I've experienced. The beach was quiet today, but we tried to imagine how it would be if it was full of beach goers in the summer. Probably jam packed. I wouldn't want to come in the summer on a weekend, and I'm not even even sure about a weekday either. I'm grateful that my kids have experienced dunes before though because now that I know what this one looks like, I'm satisfied that if they don't get up here, they are not missing anything. Abishai needs to go because he doesn't have those same experiences. He would love to run up the hill and slide down with some help. Although Jared did say they had to close some trails because a kid got swallowed up by a hole in the sand that a tree had left because it had fallen and it's roots had taken up their spaces and what not. Anyway, now I've been to the sand dunes and cant mark it off my list!</p><p>- I was not prepared to travel 6 hrs in the car today, so I am very sore all over. And Jared is sore from driving. All for a 30 minute walk on a beach with non salty water. But was it worth it? Oh yes it was! It was somewhat spontaneous, he planned it, it was exactly what I needed because I miss the shoreline so much, and it goes right along with what we were talking about in counseling. He won big time! And I pray that I remember today and all the emotions and positive moments when I want to bring up the negative stuff, because today was a HUGE step for us again. Like we didn't argue at all. Huge props to Jared for planning this relatively simple, yet hugely meaningful day!!!</p><p>- Meanwhile, we've kept an eye on the kids all day as they were traveling home. They left much later than planned so they are getting home in the next hour or so. At one point, when we were driving home from Lake Michigan, I said, it's a math problem! If Car A is going x speed and has to travel m miles and Car B is going y speed and has to travel n miles, when will Car A and Car B meet up? I love watching how we all travel around. Even Aaron and Shauna and the girls went on a little day trip to a warm beach with friends on the gulf coast. So while we were wearing hoodies and it was very windy and cold up north, they were down south braving the cold waters of the Gulf of Mexico in actual bathing suits. Well, just Nora, but at least they could be in shorts and a t-shirt, right? </p><p>- Our littles and Grandparents stopped a couple of times, including Culver's for dinner so they could have their daily does of ice cream! Thanks Grandpa! Sugar them up before you send them home, I really appreciate that! I can't wait to see my babies though! I've missed them all week! I truly do miss them! I need to my little chores helpers back. And my giggly little guy. And my loving daughter. Socks really misses her. I miss her.</p><p>- And the lawn misses all of us. We have a ton of yardwork to do in both yards. So in between doing Easter things, we need to start on yard work. Gary will want his all the way done, so Justin will go over there and just get it done. Keturah and Abisahi, Jared and I will start on ours and see how far we get. And whatever we don't get done, we'll do the next day until it's all done. And like I said in the beginning, Justin will help out until the spring craziness is done and then Keturah will do more at Grandpa's house and start earning money there. But with Easter, it makes the weekend quite tough to get through it all because we will be attending the 5pm service on Saturday so everyone can serve on Sunday. But one day at a time.</p><p>- The last day of vacation was a blast for Jared and I! I'm not so sure for the others. And now I'm really exhausted and the caffeine is wearing off! Oh no! Jared even bought me an iced mocha coffee with frothy stuff after we bought and eaten dinner at Wendy's so I could have my afternoon caffeine fix without me even asking for it! It was super yummy and super sugary. I've now had way too much sugar and fast food this week. It's time for plain protein and salads for a few weeks. Or not. But yup, it shows that I haven't eaten well. And my oh my I'm going to be sore in the morning. So, we'll see how the weekend goes. We'll just start with one thing and then when we're done with that, move to the next thing. And keep going. We can do this because God did it. Happy Good Friday!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jOj1_aZvDs34vdmiUbfs6hLAYUGyVGDVPlhfApN-qf4vO48x50bXgDmuRSE7SYauG-99wxLihthfZNR1pD1dNZGJpNla7N7wleVrNxQRHAFe_CE5eFNj0scXLBbdbNjxJuE97lPRHjD2tPOny-WCfL-DcKVTC1KgXne6PZvQ3u32qrGQe6jEvw/s2100/IMG_0814.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2100" data-original-width="1575" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jOj1_aZvDs34vdmiUbfs6hLAYUGyVGDVPlhfApN-qf4vO48x50bXgDmuRSE7SYauG-99wxLihthfZNR1pD1dNZGJpNla7N7wleVrNxQRHAFe_CE5eFNj0scXLBbdbNjxJuE97lPRHjD2tPOny-WCfL-DcKVTC1KgXne6PZvQ3u32qrGQe6jEvw/s320/IMG_0814.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For dinner, Keturah requested they go to Culver's so they could get ice cream! They've had ice cream nearly every day! Ah! Ignore the red circle there, I was just pointing out to Keturah and Grandma that Abishai's seatbelt needed to go in the right slot so that it wasn't across Abishai's neck that like that and obviously on the same side as the seat belt.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZL4ZAUqz9WqxRIQ7nHRL7Mb6a-S3mha0-diq-8IwOYZ2xGDYs6rdWtaR5gQyq_N3Pqm0pLSOwR_kCby3FpT71aeQbaUbPzifhxI5ahcG6yNcklT7kV4XOvV-0qmOgsXaX6WmlG_k2IbLpkbISLq36vXq6e-I19QkIMGkmwbFf_u6qe_NRpLvMPQ/s4032/IMG_2443.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZL4ZAUqz9WqxRIQ7nHRL7Mb6a-S3mha0-diq-8IwOYZ2xGDYs6rdWtaR5gQyq_N3Pqm0pLSOwR_kCby3FpT71aeQbaUbPzifhxI5ahcG6yNcklT7kV4XOvV-0qmOgsXaX6WmlG_k2IbLpkbISLq36vXq6e-I19QkIMGkmwbFf_u6qe_NRpLvMPQ/s320/IMG_2443.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told Justin to have a big breakfast and this is what he came up with. Raisin bread, eggs, and cheese with milk and protein powder!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3LQBtX4dkfpGwWRrveXIe6D_Ip9CI5nOR1T9plZk7M2_5lCzsoVnpPzRlDXW86HEBCOpyKc_9n8D5lf4t5ckJV_6i3id03bPCVAdOY3dMN1D-Jy1DaPFnkvBKeIcs7vrEXj5HRy3JOMP8sKuypa224JYBOKN1ZdyEcvaazuu-Do44HdqbW7kUA/s3088/IMG_2447.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK3LQBtX4dkfpGwWRrveXIe6D_Ip9CI5nOR1T9plZk7M2_5lCzsoVnpPzRlDXW86HEBCOpyKc_9n8D5lf4t5ckJV_6i3id03bPCVAdOY3dMN1D-Jy1DaPFnkvBKeIcs7vrEXj5HRy3JOMP8sKuypa224JYBOKN1ZdyEcvaazuu-Do44HdqbW7kUA/s320/IMG_2447.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No selfies with Mom I guess.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bEo7Bx0QhjNPdxLN-L4pMEUMy91FiqbWx9PPrrmomnnsFrCKG3XqCioTD7lFI9749G-Kxm4f2CNHtBI5Kn08KLy4N49ewwaeRF7al6OppoHvV9BW9sfHRt9SkMfCcTlONbgZw8cQLI-alUwqYxwNIQtI5y6k9Iwb0LShD_jLF21t3WYgiYxCpA/s3088/IMG_2448.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1bEo7Bx0QhjNPdxLN-L4pMEUMy91FiqbWx9PPrrmomnnsFrCKG3XqCioTD7lFI9749G-Kxm4f2CNHtBI5Kn08KLy4N49ewwaeRF7al6OppoHvV9BW9sfHRt9SkMfCcTlONbgZw8cQLI-alUwqYxwNIQtI5y6k9Iwb0LShD_jLF21t3WYgiYxCpA/s320/IMG_2448.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared doesn't have a choice because he has to keep his eyes on the road.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79J7c8rugaKAZJuDmIeV4nA4vkrzJxDEQaq_zhql7mcvEkwAIMq4ci-iLYyEiIuUZ4P3RE2dq7pQyuXOcBjLr_rw7KoSaHQ6YxOv9_CToPLYINLI9iGg8lcZUHzgCr6SKmfdBTZn0DrBiwNTpjDc2jYFVMbb1-qniiyTb174CVhYCW4kxiA7xPQ/s1792/IMG_2450.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79J7c8rugaKAZJuDmIeV4nA4vkrzJxDEQaq_zhql7mcvEkwAIMq4ci-iLYyEiIuUZ4P3RE2dq7pQyuXOcBjLr_rw7KoSaHQ6YxOv9_CToPLYINLI9iGg8lcZUHzgCr6SKmfdBTZn0DrBiwNTpjDc2jYFVMbb1-qniiyTb174CVhYCW4kxiA7xPQ/w296-h640/IMG_2450.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the Johnsons were on the move today! Justin, Jared, and I were on our way to the Indiana Sand Dunes on Lake Michigan. Gary, Leah, Abishai, and Keturah were on their way home to Indianapolis from Chalmette, Louisiana. And Aaron, Shauna, Nora, and Everly were driving over to Alabama to meet up with friends to enjoy some beach time on the Gulf. Yeah for a little vacation time! And yeah for iPhones and the Find My Phone app and for at least one person in each family who lets me see where they are so I can keep track of everyone!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_L6csbiXM0R7a9qUfIjo-O5Jj0JHwECDKuaHZkKosKcZzdrdvpr76ChbGoVAjZtnOWBey4y7qnxCesD8w5djTbdmIv8rQhlKYvFpp9iD5Ot2YQWCx3VTiNDCTQIuhSgkwrrCjhQnj9b5mPgVpNR9ildT-yxnJDhDkopTrML__7SHPo9fCwCQGQ/s4032/IMG_2455.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_L6csbiXM0R7a9qUfIjo-O5Jj0JHwECDKuaHZkKosKcZzdrdvpr76ChbGoVAjZtnOWBey4y7qnxCesD8w5djTbdmIv8rQhlKYvFpp9iD5Ot2YQWCx3VTiNDCTQIuhSgkwrrCjhQnj9b5mPgVpNR9ildT-yxnJDhDkopTrML__7SHPo9fCwCQGQ/s320/IMG_2455.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Loads of big wind turbines up near Purdue University on the flat plains of northern Indiana. Kind of felt like stepping into the northwestern tip of PEI.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmhyIIBH67K9LtXCZrfPH__pycL3N47IUh6wz7mIOKA1hKlCYqNE2hwYK8MFi_hi1aDBoANnbARq-6mq5fKRQW43Vuwup-OfZWhbi3qWgZru5-fXJ4DvYFO_ITAL0Cm_T5X0eh2US5u-y6B-dvgP6CoZPqo-v6D3bg0UijVsGEF_zIc8S9C3UKw/s4032/IMG_2458.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKmhyIIBH67K9LtXCZrfPH__pycL3N47IUh6wz7mIOKA1hKlCYqNE2hwYK8MFi_hi1aDBoANnbARq-6mq5fKRQW43Vuwup-OfZWhbi3qWgZru5-fXJ4DvYFO_ITAL0Cm_T5X0eh2US5u-y6B-dvgP6CoZPqo-v6D3bg0UijVsGEF_zIc8S9C3UKw/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see water! I see sand! Ah!!!! I'm home! Sort of. It's not ocean water, it's Lake Michigan water. It didn't smell like the ocean either I just realized as I'm typing this. And I only saw/heard two seagulls there. But we did near the waves doing their thing and it was glorious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9stGL1sIngJqq7FYaMRUTHZLsIgnuh4Ia5bX2mtHd3mSpJ-FUoNBvaMLEJVsn7pStKJeTWA9L0UfxkUWpJclbiyskocVsLWEvOQrHDEusYPIH3vPQAhx3RtqTFKn1S18zlkjfG9KQ7Wtfo5Xz_J7VAAdk9MMeRXdhgZdHMW8aDmVm79S5NxXMw/s4032/IMG_2459.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9stGL1sIngJqq7FYaMRUTHZLsIgnuh4Ia5bX2mtHd3mSpJ-FUoNBvaMLEJVsn7pStKJeTWA9L0UfxkUWpJclbiyskocVsLWEvOQrHDEusYPIH3vPQAhx3RtqTFKn1S18zlkjfG9KQ7Wtfo5Xz_J7VAAdk9MMeRXdhgZdHMW8aDmVm79S5NxXMw/s320/IMG_2459.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ridges on the sand.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0x1FylGZnh5XvVC8g04sM48oeibMntYFyk3YSayFmeIEk8wJwpU6GW_bia9huDlRzCb48037hKIrJZxGGErv11-DPJjp_a7KiUOUcCY7XFK4WRicN_IHFscHWEk0x0-ZYol135LqWAShep52cUUMF6Jay-WH-gyiAFBR6bWl-jY6ye8v2sUW8Rg/s4032/IMG_2460.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0x1FylGZnh5XvVC8g04sM48oeibMntYFyk3YSayFmeIEk8wJwpU6GW_bia9huDlRzCb48037hKIrJZxGGErv11-DPJjp_a7KiUOUcCY7XFK4WRicN_IHFscHWEk0x0-ZYol135LqWAShep52cUUMF6Jay-WH-gyiAFBR6bWl-jY6ye8v2sUW8Rg/s320/IMG_2460.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The wind was whipping the waves pretty rough today. White caps, right? Rolling and crashing. I closed my eyes and just listened for a few minutes. Glorious!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMkiE9DSZ2I-myXm3O89_GtHcdj5lUnNr1eyWJ1rpbdWs8TIOE_fcxk45UfSNL9z1eqUy32oPI1lf4jXBQaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxy7nPihLRpkgcgeMCdnhGVnW9lSSICvAPbq9a_19Jy_sEUsZ1U8RryD3HfcbIKcB3zReScnlBXCdC6SXLeoQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0UFXKZnBSNV9HlL_2PMRYsnvTC90d4dYtX3mqfc7XyBvfXpfZkeKyRVJuPgqVOnk24lZ1dvNlrBF61BLMSg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDawd3vg6RsBaTLmKtYfm1BBKkwNIAfHFxbMI3BwBkS93KMHnVcTFCT_4nkyfZWIWqVKM_oa0vUCTRt7qh2bXciPqsv2yBnyXVQZeYbM7jiNUHZ3uqfmETA3usit0ECBhjv6CNs_nnm05MjGxKRfVVTquWmRl4M9Vc6BUH2fRH85_nBMQtz6nezA/s3520/IMG_2462.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDawd3vg6RsBaTLmKtYfm1BBKkwNIAfHFxbMI3BwBkS93KMHnVcTFCT_4nkyfZWIWqVKM_oa0vUCTRt7qh2bXciPqsv2yBnyXVQZeYbM7jiNUHZ3uqfmETA3usit0ECBhjv6CNs_nnm05MjGxKRfVVTquWmRl4M9Vc6BUH2fRH85_nBMQtz6nezA/s320/IMG_2462.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Picking up rocks only to chuck them back into the ocean. I hope you don't knock a sea creature head's or something.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aUmv2imG5X626VL5VxSOZS9dvAZZDRAB1RLQPFfKGzpvUmvF7pJx9OMHfgQ6TfHrC4EOL2JZ3WVdBgT5ZUYWTNHpoRh70PaVzIc3qOPRWbwrW29fu6IuGupGazKNHRBDsrKziVb0osQX5__0e_WvNY9NiprivreZjPK8Dn75Fpiv5vdptUXSEQ/s4032/IMG_2464.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9aUmv2imG5X626VL5VxSOZS9dvAZZDRAB1RLQPFfKGzpvUmvF7pJx9OMHfgQ6TfHrC4EOL2JZ3WVdBgT5ZUYWTNHpoRh70PaVzIc3qOPRWbwrW29fu6IuGupGazKNHRBDsrKziVb0osQX5__0e_WvNY9NiprivreZjPK8Dn75Fpiv5vdptUXSEQ/s320/IMG_2464.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of different textures of sand out there today. Sometimes there was more gravel like this. Sometimes it was a layer of soot we think came from t=some of the power/manufacturing plants we saw. I was strange to see. We think a beach comber machine does go trough and clean up some of it, but it still, we've never seen like it before.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSSdMNeIbNgh_bOmUpI0rD1Vf3LMJR4omGQWf4mhmM9qTs8oSEeIsirFCO5vVmc6V9hBIpa00n8bwZeincKZCS7y53WvS2qQOVXr0nDBgROe-2L5yoAiuEpJdpJpN_S14-jQz9KgmR1oZhY3bY8DzvmK4tVmKq3qKfskkDtkjvtxLPWa0vbVUMw/s4032/IMG_2465.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSSdMNeIbNgh_bOmUpI0rD1Vf3LMJR4omGQWf4mhmM9qTs8oSEeIsirFCO5vVmc6V9hBIpa00n8bwZeincKZCS7y53WvS2qQOVXr0nDBgROe-2L5yoAiuEpJdpJpN_S14-jQz9KgmR1oZhY3bY8DzvmK4tVmKq3qKfskkDtkjvtxLPWa0vbVUMw/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ready, set, chuck it, baby! Jared is pretty good at throwing a skipping stone across the top of water surfaces.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGrfwKXiTbBqA3H76sqyLG9hpD-UflxtOCBS47f9p39tg5ikaXhKfgSoHLZAE2LsR1ZCLX41__ygaaKdmhr3CdkM-SQMMYMdCWEzpLikFOggCsjjkRUGl4QYKl5bucE7o1m0gjh2WV4BDbbCJvaO69WZYpWc0ebuCQltGV3fIT_NjCBkUUCsJtQ/s4032/IMG_2466.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGrfwKXiTbBqA3H76sqyLG9hpD-UflxtOCBS47f9p39tg5ikaXhKfgSoHLZAE2LsR1ZCLX41__ygaaKdmhr3CdkM-SQMMYMdCWEzpLikFOggCsjjkRUGl4QYKl5bucE7o1m0gjh2WV4BDbbCJvaO69WZYpWc0ebuCQltGV3fIT_NjCBkUUCsJtQ/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin's turn to throw a rock.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBluRToz5gTCm2TWcKeKcXdS22HLKCNdniAKuBaUtoPRxy-bH3TAvhYjGyGCLM4utVrFVg3dnnjqVgaa_7euyTOHqI8yXUyBG7BdtgGonKv053MpvlynuFJVx4ZaObcl7x5FLfwDgepJ4IfOMyQ92Gn8fU8LRweqEmBRdG1o48hQ4L5stXi1E6Vw/s4032/IMG_2468.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBluRToz5gTCm2TWcKeKcXdS22HLKCNdniAKuBaUtoPRxy-bH3TAvhYjGyGCLM4utVrFVg3dnnjqVgaa_7euyTOHqI8yXUyBG7BdtgGonKv053MpvlynuFJVx4ZaObcl7x5FLfwDgepJ4IfOMyQ92Gn8fU8LRweqEmBRdG1o48hQ4L5stXi1E6Vw/s320/IMG_2468.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shoreline. Oh how I miss it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDtKijdAgJRXzcPHw7Jdbw5PFTRuw-70HmGvCM1n9AokAFkgi9sMKVZcI_hrF_T-9k3wH5poECejKnt_3CdXDiBLm07_jsg_De-eXGfAmVWLusW2TKBMRttjfmurd_KRSnU1aFuseVylooZmIsMrsKv1PqIqAZpC2gahzkbVtAn3W81BzpXNztQ/s4032/IMG_2469.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDtKijdAgJRXzcPHw7Jdbw5PFTRuw-70HmGvCM1n9AokAFkgi9sMKVZcI_hrF_T-9k3wH5poECejKnt_3CdXDiBLm07_jsg_De-eXGfAmVWLusW2TKBMRttjfmurd_KRSnU1aFuseVylooZmIsMrsKv1PqIqAZpC2gahzkbVtAn3W81BzpXNztQ/s320/IMG_2469.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXV0iQQgNdLdsoQDEOIvtlk_3tKKSWzVUsDIqzsUWCLetliwLXnGosUJDNYgzCbeD03QR3FDhlL9kc0QIq-F5az7GmiME0_mpwzy-ZA-vywlRmQIlpzphJ5vWWWFFLahBh04x9B-NfNKj0RchseMDZOAalGVKTQyVoApxfZJ2TsanXCtA9cMlZw/s1792/IMG_2470.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXV0iQQgNdLdsoQDEOIvtlk_3tKKSWzVUsDIqzsUWCLetliwLXnGosUJDNYgzCbeD03QR3FDhlL9kc0QIq-F5az7GmiME0_mpwzy-ZA-vywlRmQIlpzphJ5vWWWFFLahBh04x9B-NfNKj0RchseMDZOAalGVKTQyVoApxfZJ2TsanXCtA9cMlZw/w296-h640/IMG_2470.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was where we were going! 3 hr drive!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlLfFb5TXMtvJmhV-ow2g_dJB-9MYBRFrZlfxAuCrJNvtqNkbveUuwkxqKwOC3BLoGYeqBl_cDaMcu9UHQDMTg2dJEXxuy5jO69BSpCmoqQ67ufO6P4l1VgjttB8UPfwovCPrluJ6BPybN8mVoHaWAdJTWWz64VUNJ-RkAdKRZ7geJ5oxrqAfNg/s3088/IMG_2473.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXlLfFb5TXMtvJmhV-ow2g_dJB-9MYBRFrZlfxAuCrJNvtqNkbveUuwkxqKwOC3BLoGYeqBl_cDaMcu9UHQDMTg2dJEXxuy5jO69BSpCmoqQ67ufO6P4l1VgjttB8UPfwovCPrluJ6BPybN8mVoHaWAdJTWWz64VUNJ-RkAdKRZ7geJ5oxrqAfNg/s320/IMG_2473.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Water! Sand! Surf! Wind! Sunshine! No bikinis! No salt! No sticky creatures! I'm in heaven!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknq8KQu85KKB6Ebm9n9uuP6h932YR4ma2CNn4gyWuM1mAA_e9ebIGg6upI-Wz7kzhkU0Dx7oRqj-DYNti4ZKHG7ECB4RtTwLyrG8D6Eb-vfSzfstFk2kQjdf8bRVtAI_eIh_1ENaNaw90oJQqIf1iCZLin0d77X620MVj3d9GKIJ_xeiTBBgA5A/s4032/IMG_2474.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknq8KQu85KKB6Ebm9n9uuP6h932YR4ma2CNn4gyWuM1mAA_e9ebIGg6upI-Wz7kzhkU0Dx7oRqj-DYNti4ZKHG7ECB4RtTwLyrG8D6Eb-vfSzfstFk2kQjdf8bRVtAI_eIh_1ENaNaw90oJQqIf1iCZLin0d77X620MVj3d9GKIJ_xeiTBBgA5A/s320/IMG_2474.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is one part of the biggest dune. The angle is deceiving. It does go straight up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfqSWOhE_B3N2A7x6QdzdsP6iL4I2WeAQPOnXnq0mfjmKrZsEjFAF-vdlOaRu9yO4Vpru_y59VM95nK-a_NTEr1dG9sDt8lKceVRjxQmQhRUoSkxBEiZyl9dJxcrR71KyEP2pkNIWewegydcneLwx1CjgpGV9kDRMj546qDuXObjKVQoG1xYyzA/s4032/IMG_2475.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYfqSWOhE_B3N2A7x6QdzdsP6iL4I2WeAQPOnXnq0mfjmKrZsEjFAF-vdlOaRu9yO4Vpru_y59VM95nK-a_NTEr1dG9sDt8lKceVRjxQmQhRUoSkxBEiZyl9dJxcrR71KyEP2pkNIWewegydcneLwx1CjgpGV9kDRMj546qDuXObjKVQoG1xYyzA/s320/IMG_2475.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's the dune from the left hand side. It's really, really steep here.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnep9Hj5E24g9BNkHLDyxLEOxvfjAM19Zf7p5n4Eonk6I0rE0oGg90rrI_jiaSi1uKIHRJ4X4cYIxeZyZq227lLPrUGvAEib4dI6aciW6-R4-uf6GdFr_OM9I1XhnfpyB9xW5XDI84jfHFIVBYojbhRe1ZBZ62UeJG3raORLZd4IyJBaD9BzVeQ/s4032/IMG_2476.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsnep9Hj5E24g9BNkHLDyxLEOxvfjAM19Zf7p5n4Eonk6I0rE0oGg90rrI_jiaSi1uKIHRJ4X4cYIxeZyZq227lLPrUGvAEib4dI6aciW6-R4-uf6GdFr_OM9I1XhnfpyB9xW5XDI84jfHFIVBYojbhRe1ZBZ62UeJG3raORLZd4IyJBaD9BzVeQ/s320/IMG_2476.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Storms are a brewing. Time to leave.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEtw6UKjRv4jEkaT14jQ3rrAt6eGweIqS2VsHlF55WYRTmQhE3VteRQGY4XrRf--xjZtt1NNYDzc_cKF_E7XhBWZySz90wFyKfmnN7TBXfXJza7pYxy-egGaoOnp1ZtyOHSGrK8Q_VwsrzRf4dgCieOTJ7wUtCUF_bEhPCLAb26Zkf2aWC0kDow/s4032/IMG_2477.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVEtw6UKjRv4jEkaT14jQ3rrAt6eGweIqS2VsHlF55WYRTmQhE3VteRQGY4XrRf--xjZtt1NNYDzc_cKF_E7XhBWZySz90wFyKfmnN7TBXfXJza7pYxy-egGaoOnp1ZtyOHSGrK8Q_VwsrzRf4dgCieOTJ7wUtCUF_bEhPCLAb26Zkf2aWC0kDow/s320/IMG_2477.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out all the different hues of blues and blue greens! It's like the paint racks at the hardware stores. Jared still wants the blue green. I want the gray blue. And that's not land over there. Looks are deceiving! That's still Lake Michigan, too. Jared said the human eye can only look about 4 miles out from land. So that's still water out there, it just looks very dark so we assume it's land but it's not.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeQXASrp0jm4Yf_4RiDbC0jgSCiKX13woH88qAAQ1lR0P8KTMOe2XjD9ovY-u4sK3e_gVE0VBpn_iK9CRfOJvf1sotrqEcxk_jk4Ux1DD9-6TJaiO555cBaCaQKHrE4a3NHWfYKR-WfgkweUxy_HV8wAhevuDy9YSkp_IxbdVkjCvK1g9pY9aHQ/s4032/IMG_2478.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeQXASrp0jm4Yf_4RiDbC0jgSCiKX13woH88qAAQ1lR0P8KTMOe2XjD9ovY-u4sK3e_gVE0VBpn_iK9CRfOJvf1sotrqEcxk_jk4Ux1DD9-6TJaiO555cBaCaQKHrE4a3NHWfYKR-WfgkweUxy_HV8wAhevuDy9YSkp_IxbdVkjCvK1g9pY9aHQ/w480-h640/IMG_2478.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone is ready to go home. And they named these bathrooms and changing rooms "Comfort Center." We cracked up at the name. Really? We know that you are comforted there but don't go overboard, ok?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN2Ec-XSLKcx8zTqtbJVJvO9gutm3YzrsbZmrnvuwp2FJBhDGKQ0QW8Nf0JADt43b5fPdJYZbr3ygh2cs1BSy3s5pOgaazQETNWnmjOkrTvPu06SwxbDxu22skMADH6xfRXwW6wM4jY7HOP2njctuvN_61zfPxcF6qSU4YFIuG1Kb7_ZJSdC6sQ/s4032/IMG_2479.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzN2Ec-XSLKcx8zTqtbJVJvO9gutm3YzrsbZmrnvuwp2FJBhDGKQ0QW8Nf0JADt43b5fPdJYZbr3ygh2cs1BSy3s5pOgaazQETNWnmjOkrTvPu06SwxbDxu22skMADH6xfRXwW6wM4jY7HOP2njctuvN_61zfPxcF6qSU4YFIuG1Kb7_ZJSdC6sQ/s320/IMG_2479.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scrubbrush! Just like the ones that are protected on PEI so you can't step on them. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnN3rxLlChoR4aTIHDUI08srOraBygJ1zBFJOjaLaau3MW9uM4gWrESuCcccu9ktRKw-Cg3NOpCYD58q2PKtsn0W-rRRsdPOafuHQjeW-efDqe4op1RiHz1Ac6MkA_wrGBLhTnDkSRnpiiMxdqmJPPBvwUdtVWCJAMQy1qKOJneB-r4vbSPpN0w/s4032/IMG_2480.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLnN3rxLlChoR4aTIHDUI08srOraBygJ1zBFJOjaLaau3MW9uM4gWrESuCcccu9ktRKw-Cg3NOpCYD58q2PKtsn0W-rRRsdPOafuHQjeW-efDqe4op1RiHz1Ac6MkA_wrGBLhTnDkSRnpiiMxdqmJPPBvwUdtVWCJAMQy1qKOJneB-r4vbSPpN0w/s320/IMG_2480.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ks91BXIBBInJVxB3SqUHw4XkxzQVHxa1H47lJHHABLfz_BqWVOArtcCKK6AWpr726lqpZIsvzaj9QZgZZ6aw9Bw-IYqHh1LEvDYmkq4gr-ObpERZh3XWp-594RccULn3GTtc0iF73WUzwmKb-uvcTGyPoQJP1bg3_fW3joTRvyYS45COPJEKGw/s3088/IMG_2481.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_ks91BXIBBInJVxB3SqUHw4XkxzQVHxa1H47lJHHABLfz_BqWVOArtcCKK6AWpr726lqpZIsvzaj9QZgZZ6aw9Bw-IYqHh1LEvDYmkq4gr-ObpERZh3XWp-594RccULn3GTtc0iF73WUzwmKb-uvcTGyPoQJP1bg3_fW3joTRvyYS45COPJEKGw/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little red in the face with chapped cheeks from all that cold wind. But oh my does it feel good to be outside like that! So close to what I've experienced on PEI! I loved every minute of it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlQW9PekZJLA0rJc5La1qbCfSILFAtmTXlosG6aMUut2iH069Pkvhwf5l63w2vqa5t6u2JJX-W95K4E8GreuryzOwwxPAUwc-Asc0voJp-UDrI44WdygerJrAhovB_2ILilgvX4iL_mXvVr3rOPI8FVF0Eqp5ku_ppjms0UjQPPXlo-SScDXaug/s4032/IMG_2483.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIlQW9PekZJLA0rJc5La1qbCfSILFAtmTXlosG6aMUut2iH069Pkvhwf5l63w2vqa5t6u2JJX-W95K4E8GreuryzOwwxPAUwc-Asc0voJp-UDrI44WdygerJrAhovB_2ILilgvX4iL_mXvVr3rOPI8FVF0Eqp5ku_ppjms0UjQPPXlo-SScDXaug/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We finally made it up to Indiana Dunes State Park! If what I saw was all off the Dunes, it's not all it's cracked up to be. If it was just one dune out of many, then I understand they hyper of it. We'll see what I think after I do some more research on it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1iWL40sPU02GPzVjOTqSDi5cq6iAS4S2X2aBa76oiuaD9WGPEQVBwRfYvI7LvPwi5y2qGZZmbuM7XMayNWa5V4CSzHk2rhSopRhr4YTVDj9kMCPEGQ4ykCHeGDomls6uHWCzfIfNexkS6tI0k9yzu8HTQqKLzKHl1S61-od3CzOq7JgeUjIwzA/s1792/IMG_2484.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1iWL40sPU02GPzVjOTqSDi5cq6iAS4S2X2aBa76oiuaD9WGPEQVBwRfYvI7LvPwi5y2qGZZmbuM7XMayNWa5V4CSzHk2rhSopRhr4YTVDj9kMCPEGQ4ykCHeGDomls6uHWCzfIfNexkS6tI0k9yzu8HTQqKLzKHl1S61-od3CzOq7JgeUjIwzA/w296-h640/IMG_2484.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We were so close to Chicago that we actually were in Central Time for a little bit! Fun times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfkgK2cuOE1c2nso57CuZp-ej6RnVbGSbcFTwCJWxW8tb9dJrOm3462FJHFdF81gxisOxuAh-SMHt6yZH647BWDd8dg3mjcNFpaWvPbp2ycXe_0vTSDMjvpWHjvVazox-XOeP2J1PECu5mUPMNzx2r4XmBKwRoGVMZRuQZbf8kA-jytK9b7ix-w/s1792/IMG_2485.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZfkgK2cuOE1c2nso57CuZp-ej6RnVbGSbcFTwCJWxW8tb9dJrOm3462FJHFdF81gxisOxuAh-SMHt6yZH647BWDd8dg3mjcNFpaWvPbp2ycXe_0vTSDMjvpWHjvVazox-XOeP2J1PECu5mUPMNzx2r4XmBKwRoGVMZRuQZbf8kA-jytK9b7ix-w/w296-h640/IMG_2485.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We stopped for late lunch/early supper on the way home, but there's where the national park is for the Indiana Dunes compared to the cities surrounding it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5csUOWR8PXCCLuuyRvKNJEhqzB33GOpPoZDut7jI7HpwxvaA2svwDVpWTPEq9IwtznUSn2MbinjCrMnV57wnupHqgrgCTCcvdOKoHZ6TI2aqSaZluLyrDJI9vk_vtCgbTVfrerbuLAEr2yZdou3SbiWj8N7u-PQQ3hi555W1o1g1kqmRJXfaeQ/s1792/IMG_2486.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5csUOWR8PXCCLuuyRvKNJEhqzB33GOpPoZDut7jI7HpwxvaA2svwDVpWTPEq9IwtznUSn2MbinjCrMnV57wnupHqgrgCTCcvdOKoHZ6TI2aqSaZluLyrDJI9vk_vtCgbTVfrerbuLAEr2yZdou3SbiWj8N7u-PQQ3hi555W1o1g1kqmRJXfaeQ/w296-h640/IMG_2486.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Four other Johnsons joined friends at a different beach today in the warmer weather. Nora was the only one that went in the water though. It's not quite summer time yet, is it Nora? Brrr.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2L3Gq_ou_v8-0Usk1ZaVRPCkLltr-xRBN_RPGiF7e8faYnrTpNnJ5a45ciGUGb-g-2Ib22RnAB3TvdsSQUuiTfcwz7nn0B0PmOscfBH0BApeYS_NjQVGAn6FZ8oQp58ZEqPsAGu6GniHd9-9xvhRTzeNu98x-d1djhOLaNFiDU5Aae_1CJUvGfg/s4032/IMG_2488.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2L3Gq_ou_v8-0Usk1ZaVRPCkLltr-xRBN_RPGiF7e8faYnrTpNnJ5a45ciGUGb-g-2Ib22RnAB3TvdsSQUuiTfcwz7nn0B0PmOscfBH0BApeYS_NjQVGAn6FZ8oQp58ZEqPsAGu6GniHd9-9xvhRTzeNu98x-d1djhOLaNFiDU5Aae_1CJUvGfg/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went to sit down in a certain position in the car and sand started spilling out of the cuffs of my pants! It was hilarious! We haven't had sand in our vehicles in 6 years! Again, it was such a glorious feeling for me! Don't worry, I vacuumed it up immediately after we got home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyW8LHpbxm3ZSmtG32NNar-1uT3yW5xWVQFfzIEFya-VqlJddEW8KOTnp_LyZ-gVbvTdSBo9NMlndnI7AgODw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3ZQGWfBkiz-wOjNbAyoNQcrPfB24N32nm39j2Xzgp7MycobRGGWGgXzeI3jSh_-7ECcybM9ht8FAf72quN1u3H4W8P0bKCqfrf5SbaKBLGlE-_mL-XrAnpYYL84GabYBoNOk3REdtCQcwebx3wP8GosiPKLZ3bPC3w1XKWcNyoKN95qoloGsKw/s4032/IMG_2489.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3ZQGWfBkiz-wOjNbAyoNQcrPfB24N32nm39j2Xzgp7MycobRGGWGgXzeI3jSh_-7ECcybM9ht8FAf72quN1u3H4W8P0bKCqfrf5SbaKBLGlE-_mL-XrAnpYYL84GabYBoNOk3REdtCQcwebx3wP8GosiPKLZ3bPC3w1XKWcNyoKN95qoloGsKw/s320/IMG_2489.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whoops! I tilted my leg up and sand started flowing out of my pant leg cuff!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKC5QHH5EEn5o-RvJTf5pwWx8XTqmuM4Ljqg7a78avdpitY4C2QxXJJf8bPKp7uPrXTq8SwzGPRiXtjaFe4SGvHSYcmUfJDjLQrIch-YqAOGiYmTjWdRER5boLbTuKzZ8qhxh_Bs8Sm8QCjLt0IDL0ADFbZpR7WcAJ1ypvJiq6bq4XJ9CDBLwtw/s4032/IMG_2490.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIKC5QHH5EEn5o-RvJTf5pwWx8XTqmuM4Ljqg7a78avdpitY4C2QxXJJf8bPKp7uPrXTq8SwzGPRiXtjaFe4SGvHSYcmUfJDjLQrIch-YqAOGiYmTjWdRER5boLbTuKzZ8qhxh_Bs8Sm8QCjLt0IDL0ADFbZpR7WcAJ1ypvJiq6bq4XJ9CDBLwtw/w300-h400/IMG_2490.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We never have a reason to drive through Valpariso but now we can say we've driven through it. It's often on the news maybe because of sports or Vincennes University that used to be there.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOhMGJ1np_CQxpmMRo_Wd_w-Y1bkx-qSWkEktkXNoB02cspW2j2ZHBDafnUjThJWRkKYC8pLvHBCGfFWONTVwK79Hck0pgwyLWui1cvD0WX51PsFZK2oYnDOaqMCPVrS1qG_Htbdv8HHP8jRrKxGN50rGzZF2HdGRwSqWMu0zQRecQ1Duzu27OA/s1792/IMG_2491.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMOhMGJ1np_CQxpmMRo_Wd_w-Y1bkx-qSWkEktkXNoB02cspW2j2ZHBDafnUjThJWRkKYC8pLvHBCGfFWONTVwK79Hck0pgwyLWui1cvD0WX51PsFZK2oYnDOaqMCPVrS1qG_Htbdv8HHP8jRrKxGN50rGzZF2HdGRwSqWMu0zQRecQ1Duzu27OA/s320/IMG_2491.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids are almost home! The kids are almost home!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNbwQqTKFlHMYAUxP_paHlZuGPcO8mcBLrPDhPg80ZuzJ9tGEBkI9PkSi-pq7cZ2uuVkX95DrudFwzCRKRMmpFXa5BNP20CdzqgMfuoiQCYQMBiBBD0cO4bH7Wdwgvcy4pHcikBDebfh9nWmoFEFIaEG8rFdCNMEpkLjLH9KQCO-aAqE0eL-7eg/s1792/IMG_2492.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNbwQqTKFlHMYAUxP_paHlZuGPcO8mcBLrPDhPg80ZuzJ9tGEBkI9PkSi-pq7cZ2uuVkX95DrudFwzCRKRMmpFXa5BNP20CdzqgMfuoiQCYQMBiBBD0cO4bH7Wdwgvcy4pHcikBDebfh9nWmoFEFIaEG8rFdCNMEpkLjLH9KQCO-aAqE0eL-7eg/s320/IMG_2492.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We're getting closer!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnAgR6jx6-vVw9aZZr8HWlX11w9vUPlV7UIQTc_gTPpDf9tRFLLKK_Iorrt_a775V9-cUA3mrmgIEBoWU8bfR70e52zwyaOZm7ZWyj7sGvCpdn4NL5SkRMou8tIo9WDRbNXppOaDFQeQ7Vd63tpmpbcb2V65elbMivCZffSVq_Mxb1B4ioCRNhQ/s4032/IMG_2494.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnAgR6jx6-vVw9aZZr8HWlX11w9vUPlV7UIQTc_gTPpDf9tRFLLKK_Iorrt_a775V9-cUA3mrmgIEBoWU8bfR70e52zwyaOZm7ZWyj7sGvCpdn4NL5SkRMou8tIo9WDRbNXppOaDFQeQ7Vd63tpmpbcb2V65elbMivCZffSVq_Mxb1B4ioCRNhQ/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much sand never felt so good!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdTY_APqexZudZQq7tWM2-gucxFbpfcsZBqL3jaSNTklxi7GbLV7pBiUWWiYfap5tzA_1HwMBxXiOapctMic_rU-FKT1OUygvCWCNKQhlEGkmM5dz7kw281UBKbtoZhrmjN5MCWGSQmYO7bM1DnqPi6RTT7xflOfJTUjGodWvt1tLfUT3JHClzw/s4032/IMG_2496.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXdTY_APqexZudZQq7tWM2-gucxFbpfcsZBqL3jaSNTklxi7GbLV7pBiUWWiYfap5tzA_1HwMBxXiOapctMic_rU-FKT1OUygvCWCNKQhlEGkmM5dz7kw281UBKbtoZhrmjN5MCWGSQmYO7bM1DnqPi6RTT7xflOfJTUjGodWvt1tLfUT3JHClzw/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eeeekkkk!!!! Can't wait to see my babies!!!!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNDOSzlgRMAAtDRZ93n75SEDhKStAbc0qhEfqLgTu1D16xIgQzoALL1trnfYYWMXiVx1fMpG-m6WznmfFBxEEJAYrtHtnsyE-WPoaanN1Eb2VRp_uUdfs4nIyJqnJh7zE5FLjftDNVatTalm6VSHQsye8vmyr955bQ93mFecB6yL7gbuJpKAvDg/s1792/IMG_2497.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLNDOSzlgRMAAtDRZ93n75SEDhKStAbc0qhEfqLgTu1D16xIgQzoALL1trnfYYWMXiVx1fMpG-m6WznmfFBxEEJAYrtHtnsyE-WPoaanN1Eb2VRp_uUdfs4nIyJqnJh7zE5FLjftDNVatTalm6VSHQsye8vmyr955bQ93mFecB6yL7gbuJpKAvDg/w185-h400/IMG_2497.PNG" width="185" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtX7YEV-vc0EWj5ru05M9E9yliBTiq5lm01w-byMtqWNHeKQMbl-kmHZWClj0mFL46_eQZdIdjNtqnVUjovD5wtPLBeHbhedSCIjFda7PbNxmUiWIFYop6sZ1zfPftrIiVP23q9DeuuSvM1J3A39bDBX5yAMNsj_Wr5iDjIekAGoHpa_F4jHOtA/s1792/IMG_2498.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtX7YEV-vc0EWj5ru05M9E9yliBTiq5lm01w-byMtqWNHeKQMbl-kmHZWClj0mFL46_eQZdIdjNtqnVUjovD5wtPLBeHbhedSCIjFda7PbNxmUiWIFYop6sZ1zfPftrIiVP23q9DeuuSvM1J3A39bDBX5yAMNsj_Wr5iDjIekAGoHpa_F4jHOtA/w185-h400/IMG_2498.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One more hour!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday/Sunday - Settling Back In<br /></p><p>- Oh my word. Someone has the grumpiest of grumpies and it ain't me. Wowzers! I thought I had a hard time coming back from vacation. Nope. The other female in the household as a rough time, too. She must have had to hold in all of her frustrations for the week and saved them up to unleash on us yesterday because it showed up big time. In fact, now that I'm typing this, I think that's exactly what happened, despite me telling her and Grandma to make sure she gets some downtime on Wednesday. Tuesday night was when she cut me off and ended the phone call without letting me say good bye and I was pretty upset about it. Grandma didn't think it was a big deal because she seemed to have a fine attitude with everyone else. What others don't understand about introverts and my personality (I don't know about Keturah in particular) is that just because we aren't talking or having an outburst, doesn't mean we aren't seething inside. I am a people pleaser, so at that age and well into my 30's I would hold it in, hold it in, hold it in, until I could get to a safe space or person just so I could look like a good person. And sometimes, that meant I wouldn't say a word. I wouldn't necessarily smile or be all happy and such, but I wouldn't have a meltdown or shout or cry. So everybody thought I was fine. Well, I was not fine. Not at all. Not one bit. But after 2016 and being so broken, I couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't shove my feelings down anymore. Now I was more normal and let my voice be heard anywhere and at anytime. I could be the "good" girl anymore. And I think that's when a lot of relationships start to really change. And I see that in who Keturah is and how she conducts herself. And I don't want that for her. There is a time to shut up and put up, especially with people you don't know in a situation you can't control. But there ways to cope with those situations and code words you can use with your loved ones that can help them know that you are reaching your max level of being ok with it and need to make an exit. Because when Keturah was put into a situation of being out and about all day Tuesday at CC and then youth group and then helping with a family move, she was way beyond her level of being with people all day. She should have been given the opportunity of staying home after youth group. I knew she would be going out the next day with the family, too, and she needed some downtime. You don't have to serve someone else all the time. This was her spring break. She needed her batteries recharged. If I had known ahead of time of this scenario, I would have talked to Shauna and Shauna would have made sure that Keturah had had that. And if I was there, Keturah and I would have stayed back and not helped. Abishai was fine to be there even if he didn't help much. He, as an extrovert, can handle it. He would be physically tired, but he was already getting up too early anyway, so he was even more tired, he would have just slept in. He wasn't misbehaving from day to day. But Keturah, I could tell, was at her limits every day and no one was looking out for her. And she didn't want to disappoint anyone, so she didn't advocate for herself. </p><p>- Therefore, when she came home, she was a nightmare. An absolute nightmare. I doubt it would have even been helpful for me to say anything to Gary and Leah because they haven't listened when I've said these things before when I've said them about myself or about Justin. I'll just keeping teaching both Keturah and Justin how to know their boundaries and work within them. And how not to be a bear to me when they've overstepped them. </p><p>- So, Jared and I tried to be gentle with her, although we didn't connect the dots, and yet I still insisted that she start on mowing the lawn as I told her she would be doing before she left on vacation. I knew the grass would be long enough to mow this weekend and I was right. And I didn't want to get into a scenario like we have in years' past where it's too long to handle with a half broken mower. It took us awhile to get her out there, but she eventually caved. We didn't scream at her, but it wasn't a gentle nudge either. Both Jared and I did a little bit of other yardwork. She attempted to do screen time, and I kept threatening to take away her phone. Eventually she started into the mowing just as we were finishing up outside. I didn't take away her phone but she also didn't have much time on it before we had to get ready for church. She managed to get most of the backyard done before church and finished it up afterwards. I think it helped that I didn't tell her she had to get it done within a certain timeframe. didn't know how much she could physically get done with our time constraints of our day plus her physical ability plus our self propelled mower isn't self propelled anymore, so I didn't want to put that pressure on her. I just wanted her to work steadily on it and see how far we could get done today. And then work steadily on it tomorrow and the next day until it's done. That's all. Just like school. Effort being the main thing. </p><p>- Oh, that's why she didn't start mowing first thing. She and Abishai had to pick up all the sticks first. There were 3-4 wheelbarrows full of sticks! Jared helped them a ton of it, too! So when I did go out, it was incredibly clean! I was very impressed! I was having a very hard morning physically and I'm grateful Jared could be out there with him and do that so I didn't have to fight them. I can't do the mental battle with them when I'm fighting a mental battle with my own physical pain. And it's been quite a week with that. The walk on the beach was harder than I thought physically, too, and driving 6 hrs in the car.</p><p>- Because Jared was busy with the kids, I kind of missed being with him. I told him we can't go back to being ships in the night, but I know it's the season we are in. So let's be "bumper boats" at least and physically touch as we pass each other or say something aloud to each other. And maybe, just maybe have those weekly dates on the weekend? Maybe? We'll see. This week has been excellent for us. I don't want to loose it. Doing things together. The ordinary and the extra. Just at home, the place we love to be. I will never understand why people create a life together, a physical home, and then leave it for work every day and then on the weekends and then for vacations, too. What's the point of having a house then? Not us. Not me. Home is my work, my weekend, my vacation. So that's why I make it the best living space for me with the physical things I love, and lay it out how I need it which is not aesthetically pleasing for everyone (like having everything at my eye level or within my reach), and at the physical temperature I can endure the best. We made a lot of progress this week from talking about and making steps towards painting the big bathroom. We just need to finalize which blue goes on the main walls and he can go back and get the paint. But we decide to step FORWARD with it, so that's MAJOR for us. And doable. And going to the sand dunes, sacrificing gas money, time, physical discomfort for both of us was HUGE as well. We touched a few of our projects but didn't go too deep into any of them and we are very much ok with it because we spent more time together than with our to do lists. And that's what we were most excited for when planning this week. Living and working and playing together. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Dabbling and slowing down and taking our time. Yet still feeling satisfied that we did something. It was the PERFECT staycation week, ever! If this is what having just one kid feels like or empty nest syndrome or retirement feels like, I'm here for all of it. Now, I'll be busier and I'm good with that. But I know that after this really busy next 3-4 years, comes a more quiet rhythm, I can get through the here and now. By the time Jared turns 50, I think Abishai will be 14, yes, things will be a lot different again. And we will be just fine, in a new phase, and still be together, deeper, and very much in love. It's just a phase, a season. We've just got to hang on and be in the moment, because soon enough, those little Abishai giggles won't be there anymore. He will be too big! He's already too big for us! But still comes into our bed to greet us every morning. Boy we missed him. You can send the grumpy teen girl back to New Orleans. We'll keep the boy who needed his Legos and wrestling time with Daddy. Lol. </p><p> - After yard work, Jared volunteered at the 3pm Easter service in nursery. Then we joined him at the 5pm service. Only the first floor was open and felt full. I of course didn't recognize anyone but it felt good to go to service with Jared. We held hands for most of the song service parts. Benaiah ended up not playing any special drums because they ran out of channels for in ears! What happened to good old fashioned amps to hear yourself play? Lol. That's fine. I didn't need the distraction anyway. It was a pretty straight forward service with one extra video. Good songs. Great message on Luke 24 which is the Resurrection anyways, well the two guys on the road to Emmaus. Keturah and Justin sat with us. Benaiah still worked behind the scenes. Abishai went to his class. They combined K-1st and Grandma was actually working it! Justin and Abishai looked very handsome in their plaid shirts, but we didn't do the family photo shoot thing because I wasn't feeling up to it. I barely fit into a dress, this time it was my arms, so I just wanted to go home. And it isn't as fun without Benaiah and I didn't want to fight that fight. I just let it go. Keturah had jean shorts on and a yellow shirt. Good enough. I don't have anything planned for a big Easter egg hunt or baskets, so why focus on the big Easter outfit, anyways? It's church. We celebrate a resurrected Jesus every week in a way. But, I kind of sort of wished there was more pomp to it, too. The congregation was very flat. Like there wasn't a lot of people dressed up. And despite the energy on stage, only one person raised their hands, at least from what I could see. As a musician, I just don't know how I could do it from week to week seeing how bored the audience looks. Come on, it's Easter Sunday! Doesn't anybody want to celebrate that fact in this township?! I mean, come on, people! It's the highest day of the Christian's calendar every year! Not Christmas! Where's the effort! Where's the excitement! I did see bunny ears on some of the KP workers. And Easter eggs. And a few "Christ has risen's." But we need some kick in the pants or something. Dullest crowd ever, our congregation. They can get so excited about a football game or over something at the school or politics sometimes, but there's no PASSION for Jesus in the crowed or in WORSHIP. Maybe that's why I don't want to sit by myself with this crowd. I'd rather be at home so I stand out when I want to go crazy in worship. How can I worship with such bums? You have everything going for you and it's like deer in the headlights. Come ON! Where's the FIRE? I mean, a rural church will be similar, but I usually chalk it up to not having the same kind of performance level a megachurch does. Sigh. I guess maybe I should stick out like a sore thumb and be that one that is an example to others that encourages others that worships with their whole body. It's just a bit embarrassing when you're the only one. Oh well, whatever. Next week, I'm trying out New Palestine anyways. So, we'll see.</p><p>- We got a book at Indian Creek about the new sermon serious on Rhythms, which is extensive on the Rhythms that goes with Rooted. I feel like we are a baby congregation going through the basics again. I need meat. They need the baby food and to grow together. I'm bored out of my mind. Bored to tears. If there were other things available, like Bible studies or classes for the Biblically mature, that would be awesome, but there isn't. It's like they want everyone to be on the same page and uniformity is the rule. That's why so many mature believers have left. I don't want to just be a mentor to others. I've always been that. I need some mentors, too. Nah, it's still not what I want to commit, too. Oh yeah, they want all the small groups to use this book, too. Whatever happened to small groups being autonomous? Again, I understand having the same general theological background, but I don't like being backed into a corner like this and 4,000 going through the exact same material all the time. It's like the public school and indoctrination. Or the Catholic church. I mean the questions are vague enough to allow for groups to go into it however they need to, but having that much vagueness also doesn't allow for in depth actual Bible study unless you have a Bible scholar among you. I want a Bible study group. Not a small group. Let's study the Bible in depth, not the surface level feel good how does it apply to my current situation stuff. I want the actual academic level stuff and I want others to know it, too. I don't want to go to seminar for it. Again, I want meat, not spiritual milk. I need something different than the current congregation needs or wants. They attract the young family that is unchurched or something. Or their parents didn't have the knowledge to speak into their lives with actual factual Bible knowledge so they are at a loss, like many of my friends who say they went to church but know nothing about the Bible. Ok, fine, maybe. But that's not what I need. Jared can tolerate that. I can't. I need more scholarly study. So, no, I don't like the how the spiritual direction of Indian Creek is following the cultural direction of the public education, creating robots and uniformity. There's no room for personality. Not at a bird's eye view. It's not malicious. It just doesn't sit well with me. I want independence. And the small group covenant even has a statement saying that the members agree to report any child abuse that comes to light in their discussions. Um, why does this even need to be said? What business does Indiana code have in being quoted in a Bible study booklet in the church? Um, no. Just no. This does not need to be said. What legality are we are trying to cover here? What governmental body are we kowtowing to now? It's a freakin' small group! Friends! And friends don't rat out friends! And you certainly don't need a covenantal relationship for a Bible study and certainly don't need to add this kind of serious language to it either. It's all too much. I feel like I could never fully participate in anything at Indian Creek anymore because of all these rules, even if I never signed anything, because I would be such a heel for never signing anything. No, too much legality has entered that church. And it is all voluntary to do, and I guess no one checks up on you. Jared has gotten away with doing nursery without signing the one for partnership with the church. But what if we joined a small group and everybody signed it and I didn't? I would have to defend myself. Would people call me judgmental like my last group of "friends?" It would depend on the people. If it was a random selection of people from the general population, it's very likely they would. If it was some of our old friends, maybe not. I just can't go along with this rhetoric. I don't know from where all this is coming from, but every time I see something new come out, it makes me take a step away from Indian Creek, not a step towards Indian Creek. I really wish it was the opposite. But it's not. Everything goes against my convictions. Long standing convictions that I've already vetted with God for 20 years. Wow, I didn't think it was bothering me this much since I first saw it this morning (Sunday), but I guess it does. I was trying to not let it bother me, but it ticked me off again. It would have directly negatively affected us. And I think it will have some negative consequences on small groups in the future. I'm not ok with this. I'm sorry, this governmental oversights into parental rights should not be part of the church. EVER. Schools, whatever, it's part of the public domain. But churches? Not on my watch. This is wrong. Where is the precedence for this? I can't. I just can't. I will continue on my journey to walk away from Indian Creek. I'm sorry. I have to break ties. I can't continue down the path they are on. They are walking down the road to become progressive and woke. It might not seem like it now and it might be 20 years from now, but mark my words, it will become that way. And I don't have the strength to fight it. I have to get out while I can. And my children will be out before it's too bad. Hopefully they will move on or see it, too. And someday Jared will see it as well. I cannot stay. I want to worship with my husband. But it cannot be there. It cannot be with those people. I have other battles to fight. Someone else will have to tell the elders it's the wrong path to take. I'm afraid they won't listen to me. I don't have that kind of ability. It's too big, and too strong for me. I will just leave. They won't miss me. I'm going to just walk away and go where I am loved and wanted and spiritual fed and can worship where I feel comfortable worshiping. And pray, that someday, my family follows me.<br /></p><p>- On Sunday, more of the same. The kids and Jared volunteered. I developed nasty vertigo that required medication, so I was pretty out of it for most of the day. I made it over to Gary and Leah's for dinner. Karl, our friend was there. Benaiah lectured me about how to handle Justin. ok fine. I just wanted to get home to take a nap. I asked if the kids behaved on vacation, and of course got a glowing report of yes, they were great! Whatever, like you would say anything negative. My kids aren't perfect, so don't tell me they are. Dinner was mostly perfect. So was my 3 hr nap. The vertigo feels better, but the headache is bad. I feel like it's all there but the medication is helping me stay focused so I can type for a long while. I had coffee and animal crackers for dinner. Keturah finished mowing the back and started on the front. Abishai had screen time and Daddy time. Justin had lots of screen time. Back into our regular routine. Sigh.</p><p>- Hopefully I'll be much better on Monday because I need to shower and take care of some emails. I'll try to sleep eralier tonight since I can't stare at the screen as long and I've already been on a long time. We'll see. At least the kids are safe, warm, and back in my care, the one who knows them the best and can protect them. I have to deal with their grumpiness, but at least they feel safe enough to be their true selves around me. I can definitely count that as a plus! There's absolutely zero tolerance of hiding emotions around here. Out with it! Tell us! Deal with it, right here and now. No bottling it up. We are going to be emotionally healthy, with healthy boundaries, and ways to cope. No sweeping it under the rug. We can deal with them wisely given most circumstances. Diffuse the ticking time bomb! No more explosions! "I feel mad....because you didn't tell me that mowing the lawn was going to happen right when I got home. Well, I did say it multiple times, you just didn't want to hear me. So now go and do. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXZL2JeLL4f9iXI8iWC0BmrwQQ1wIGtxG-o7ZJmfVd4CNYihVWOLGeU7bREsxrN5j5BJRWHJdO-I6JhJoSyXHq4x3DK-OcqgaiqJCZ2XBKF0PDZx1LJzZw91DmmObFNJg-bhU-vCi39yRIg5e9q_rvIrOFIAD55jJnmkF4vFkATgkNyFpkP1S9g/s3520/IMG_2501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXXZL2JeLL4f9iXI8iWC0BmrwQQ1wIGtxG-o7ZJmfVd4CNYihVWOLGeU7bREsxrN5j5BJRWHJdO-I6JhJoSyXHq4x3DK-OcqgaiqJCZ2XBKF0PDZx1LJzZw91DmmObFNJg-bhU-vCi39yRIg5e9q_rvIrOFIAD55jJnmkF4vFkATgkNyFpkP1S9g/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah! The kids are home! Socks was so excited he had to be held back! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy1FykYXS8D38yRwqt0zecAiCZ8hcDwxylTtAMsV4OLJ35Y-GGkSBrrHi3vVu4KTEAztW6_EOnwP7-4PvyQjw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdmytAfg71i4VDBQ0LQesLu3yGTrQgongxbT2OWi9aVXRM9C6FmJuit3X3PCbNamkb9EHtj-SD35a03SD_bg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzS02bfOR3C6ZkmFREifRqM_-iEcPjcXb3blHhRuY5LT2B17P3-fH9PD1qxwTJQjpp46b3cujxIWgD8VgO7Zw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEham3We5-VHgOGErEM7_z_qkeM07OxNUXtwY64ra8abF0hcoWNAbkxklkeAMfhOhiehph7cyZ926QERXU_Wkm7DSKcRlOzGC5Wy_ElAj7n32_GMu74DXCQph5n99MlILfkS45C8DC4AmOb5QU0nsJU7XU_CoU5yDwKC4zoF1e75Hcy5VWjpavF8jQ/s3520/IMG_2503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEham3We5-VHgOGErEM7_z_qkeM07OxNUXtwY64ra8abF0hcoWNAbkxklkeAMfhOhiehph7cyZ926QERXU_Wkm7DSKcRlOzGC5Wy_ElAj7n32_GMu74DXCQph5n99MlILfkS45C8DC4AmOb5QU0nsJU7XU_CoU5yDwKC4zoF1e75Hcy5VWjpavF8jQ/s320/IMG_2503.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai tackled Socks and then Socks followed Keturah inside!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge0-iCINajTEE3LGjMrKpWU3_gnikq_MmHDkE18RKb--IhETq8JOK3fcw0LzA7s-h7N8uig0s56sB2IIVly32mtVFJyOVBOoPgktVdNLgdUiK_ZO1Uh2mmT2wbtrB7tz35nUD_Jl0_NhQ7apd9rVyUojqikD3dpGdpWD9uDI3mjxV1_wD95TKifw/s4032/IMG_2505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge0-iCINajTEE3LGjMrKpWU3_gnikq_MmHDkE18RKb--IhETq8JOK3fcw0LzA7s-h7N8uig0s56sB2IIVly32mtVFJyOVBOoPgktVdNLgdUiK_ZO1Uh2mmT2wbtrB7tz35nUD_Jl0_NhQ7apd9rVyUojqikD3dpGdpWD9uDI3mjxV1_wD95TKifw/s320/IMG_2505.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pet me! Pet me! Pet me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdT8JQ6oLcQTRbJhYnlt7okwtrgiBOhcUaDbQ2FMcw6OyUaWVhlcJI9FC0bO7BwCoYxLiv1JEDt1Eq893qIERwyN6joW9HvkjPGaQ2OmxwxY42qXgjlYQibk1DohEHfFcBb2DZCYu4xO4FptUgywq2w4ICTcChnJCQh8niClXpQzbfz3hYM3tVmQ/s4032/IMG_2507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdT8JQ6oLcQTRbJhYnlt7okwtrgiBOhcUaDbQ2FMcw6OyUaWVhlcJI9FC0bO7BwCoYxLiv1JEDt1Eq893qIERwyN6joW9HvkjPGaQ2OmxwxY42qXgjlYQibk1DohEHfFcBb2DZCYu4xO4FptUgywq2w4ICTcChnJCQh8niClXpQzbfz3hYM3tVmQ/s320/IMG_2507.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More! More! More!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVuBlcf8oi3djx_lEuLQEx-LF8t7oWuFRNC5_SvQr2Su4p8XZeR3pZXvXNEd5uY4cq2ck0HXtAnpNyRkfU2mpE0pPRuxnYCkV0iQJuwn1uipQa8ySW3gIMFfw_Egmt-AIZMnbM5Y7OIJFFjquA_5DkWsb2uDIfhBqI-LFMpBnS427pSGF9ndYCw/s4032/IMG_2508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVuBlcf8oi3djx_lEuLQEx-LF8t7oWuFRNC5_SvQr2Su4p8XZeR3pZXvXNEd5uY4cq2ck0HXtAnpNyRkfU2mpE0pPRuxnYCkV0iQJuwn1uipQa8ySW3gIMFfw_Egmt-AIZMnbM5Y7OIJFFjquA_5DkWsb2uDIfhBqI-LFMpBnS427pSGF9ndYCw/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy was trying to kill off the mushrooms on the old stump plus the vine that keeps regrowing there in the corner. FYI, Abishai is standing behind some chicken wire that is surrounding a sapling. He is NOT wearing striped pants or something, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lC52M9n7oIH47VZWPEPdJiftl7EykBNvetV_5Oz7LZiRdBah2uMqtQ0CArOpnoNLqOnE32lZKiku0VJliKviJE5KatAs4o3s_JmoVvppJSQfkIs5fU10FOcU75Ceu-ij9IX0RDtTkNwBHxRCd--ZNj8tJvQxH1GwYlzMMWO7tCcowNMTVHhU3w/s4032/IMG_2509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lC52M9n7oIH47VZWPEPdJiftl7EykBNvetV_5Oz7LZiRdBah2uMqtQ0CArOpnoNLqOnE32lZKiku0VJliKviJE5KatAs4o3s_JmoVvppJSQfkIs5fU10FOcU75Ceu-ij9IX0RDtTkNwBHxRCd--ZNj8tJvQxH1GwYlzMMWO7tCcowNMTVHhU3w/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah mowed the whole backyard and part of the front this weekend by herself with the self propelled mowed that no long has a working self propelled component. She work that part at the end of last year. Whoops. Just was supposed to get out and do the weed whacking for her, but didn't. He did spend some time over at Grandpa's house doing the mulching on Saturday. Eventually Keturah will do both sets of yard work like Benaiah and Justin used to do. Justin should ask for more hours at his work if he wants to earn more money. But Grandpa pays higher hourly wages, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMiUUI60EIkJgXkvZOJ-pjigsOdvYFDGEqBWn7PFIkdW4cu8DskJ8moguBt4u7gpCXz6GMwy-J97Ys_HwrNDHuheALcrQ7wXuzRQ8FN7-Tanv4ov9RKkFTitWZikEgkP5t_XkbHoTiWrmjC19hLnZQ70erBtgv5r-nxXQ5zmzCSpjbn4IJqjXzg/s1792/IMG_2512.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcMiUUI60EIkJgXkvZOJ-pjigsOdvYFDGEqBWn7PFIkdW4cu8DskJ8moguBt4u7gpCXz6GMwy-J97Ys_HwrNDHuheALcrQ7wXuzRQ8FN7-Tanv4ov9RKkFTitWZikEgkP5t_XkbHoTiWrmjC19hLnZQ70erBtgv5r-nxXQ5zmzCSpjbn4IJqjXzg/w185-h400/IMG_2512.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">#truth</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi871hzJvf1Lda_F4jjYSwwL_ffdWdAi1KX-mUN0Uogtq5YScEGtmtKtlz-DpWjloWT-dNLR4tDRRFSEsGnuvp2VFeJKcjt0gnIR-1-6yahXbbNI1p7sUmOkpwkKHx2mO6ws0wx03sDPjiAmpmBEXE0OKnS5Aynu6Wa5ZtlroeOa9DRukqldkvA/s4032/IMG_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZi871hzJvf1Lda_F4jjYSwwL_ffdWdAi1KX-mUN0Uogtq5YScEGtmtKtlz-DpWjloWT-dNLR4tDRRFSEsGnuvp2VFeJKcjt0gnIR-1-6yahXbbNI1p7sUmOkpwkKHx2mO6ws0wx03sDPjiAmpmBEXE0OKnS5Aynu6Wa5ZtlroeOa9DRukqldkvA/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty much the extent of our Easter baskets this year. Grandma and Shauna did some Easter egg hunting with the littles in New Orleans but didn't put candy in them. I had sent down some egg coloring kits with them but they didn't use them. Grandma only had time to make Easter dinner today and I don't blame here. I had bought these a while back and Justin remembered them, so here they are again.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBd-4ejoEvmw50-GEtMoLFbJ21yvd-YWRke5s02v5Kzp5ddrq5T5LhdYlZZWK46mBUZYquMJ5xKN2ZsUxBsYVo2Mq8xZ0jRmsisbhapf1OqDEEjhIGjUrgH8qu4yDllAIowk7Xg7KyxpVjtOLgzUklTYvoZG2XywX5wX3WC2ImQjLHJaNJFJ41Q/s4032/IMG_2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcBd-4ejoEvmw50-GEtMoLFbJ21yvd-YWRke5s02v5Kzp5ddrq5T5LhdYlZZWK46mBUZYquMJ5xKN2ZsUxBsYVo2Mq8xZ0jRmsisbhapf1OqDEEjhIGjUrgH8qu4yDllAIowk7Xg7KyxpVjtOLgzUklTYvoZG2XywX5wX3WC2ImQjLHJaNJFJ41Q/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bought these a couple of weeks ago. It's a good thing I think of things while I'm out by myself. And that's all the tired old Easter bunny had for the kids this year.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-LkLAiOaV0aCSNdtkkpctw08qidXIHidTuppsVK9_5ocoAuExR0GXfq1VSgB2x8L4uhO-Z-yd_kvL0wjJBueXNq6uo3_zdsJ863frdbPZE9049TQX-lSGZ-4FBOPWowETnWZ4MFZKJVrUugtnq_s8d9WfCCqslUp3EfH0Ael_hPu846LkjB6wg/s1792/IMG_2518.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ-LkLAiOaV0aCSNdtkkpctw08qidXIHidTuppsVK9_5ocoAuExR0GXfq1VSgB2x8L4uhO-Z-yd_kvL0wjJBueXNq6uo3_zdsJ863frdbPZE9049TQX-lSGZ-4FBOPWowETnWZ4MFZKJVrUugtnq_s8d9WfCCqslUp3EfH0Ael_hPu846LkjB6wg/w296-h640/IMG_2518.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeoPDmtEMJ5XoeEP1l2WlVQSEr6_P-ZhsuqYWhRnK88fsoBUKwS-ANdXGGUzx4n7FY_X_U_XrX0WQbwr-zDW4cP_aLHTBUCQ8UZ3Ut3V6kr0BDxne9V-KXvGUgr-6tRGhLS3Xonz4aWxPVCXMYGXfKrAYX02YLgSbB8mVXDftdyKU989b8y3vrQ/s1792/IMG_2519.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDeoPDmtEMJ5XoeEP1l2WlVQSEr6_P-ZhsuqYWhRnK88fsoBUKwS-ANdXGGUzx4n7FY_X_U_XrX0WQbwr-zDW4cP_aLHTBUCQ8UZ3Ut3V6kr0BDxne9V-KXvGUgr-6tRGhLS3Xonz4aWxPVCXMYGXfKrAYX02YLgSbB8mVXDftdyKU989b8y3vrQ/w296-h640/IMG_2519.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm guessing that's for the whole welcome and that includes kids that were counted twice, like Abishai, because of volunteers being in service and/or serving more than once like us. But point is, that's a lot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rlnx8FwCBbbNEyq6Tp6EKfDE7G-_yTD1VZS8Qr0XNVYSGRjxRQX8DUFkBq1o0SaABAY1kfcQlJztDK32l6ga6txCZBxWQ8X6jMqtUBGhmdU0zfvt2SizGam2YqW4LcbuzuwvoVaoXjGkBC3UEwsrht-YWeu8cLVpyCjSi6QDkreztXJ4zwmdCQ/s4032/IMG_2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rlnx8FwCBbbNEyq6Tp6EKfDE7G-_yTD1VZS8Qr0XNVYSGRjxRQX8DUFkBq1o0SaABAY1kfcQlJztDK32l6ga6txCZBxWQ8X6jMqtUBGhmdU0zfvt2SizGam2YqW4LcbuzuwvoVaoXjGkBC3UEwsrht-YWeu8cLVpyCjSi6QDkreztXJ4zwmdCQ/s320/IMG_2521.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww, Abishai pulled out the rocking horse today. It's rare that it's pulled these days. So I took a couple of pics. He's almost too big for it now! Last baby to use it for a long, long time! I hope Grandpa doesn't put it in the attic any time soon though to wait for the next generation.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyFpcsxNsVkAyKOF1bfx2eadGhqhtT0Oo_rgnScSKS63rY0MW-Kh7biKqafkSAKv2a_8BxRMzmY0WxeP-FxhQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4r6_lp7KanY16PbosRCbHrXBlqVXfHtEE9JpKzmFWb419HAG6Jq4qXHVFV6qwYV2YNBweAyw4zK2l9oIWILj1UNLYfRtp69IxbUGGXzQzN47OKIeJB-5Zzb2SrlYbBxmwi0wIJT2t4AapgnBWDIM6ZYJDeVeEvh_nnSE3_DBtNlh0o_VeNoDyrA/s3520/IMG_2522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4r6_lp7KanY16PbosRCbHrXBlqVXfHtEE9JpKzmFWb419HAG6Jq4qXHVFV6qwYV2YNBweAyw4zK2l9oIWILj1UNLYfRtp69IxbUGGXzQzN47OKIeJB-5Zzb2SrlYbBxmwi0wIJT2t4AapgnBWDIM6ZYJDeVeEvh_nnSE3_DBtNlh0o_VeNoDyrA/s320/IMG_2522.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadG-nuo-Gu5zAgAHThnvVDIaZXfPWfuERVz0vvlNtVN6Pj5QafBvlo0Ygi1jmlNL3rM4NtEVCvsh9PX74W_o21eB0w7j3XMgvisynKmY65P9ZTSir0S8KfXltr-sb51SlDgu7-5PfYpA2TqkVCBblo15GDWIkLddXp3nLZDS0LFTxCgGk7OUa6Q/s3520/IMG_2523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadG-nuo-Gu5zAgAHThnvVDIaZXfPWfuERVz0vvlNtVN6Pj5QafBvlo0Ygi1jmlNL3rM4NtEVCvsh9PX74W_o21eB0w7j3XMgvisynKmY65P9ZTSir0S8KfXltr-sb51SlDgu7-5PfYpA2TqkVCBblo15GDWIkLddXp3nLZDS0LFTxCgGk7OUa6Q/s320/IMG_2523.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt-xnNdFXBoMYGSGiPYBcyceLdBbxebF4Gx3P-enhmDp97Kr6C1q5eofltJbWld3S2DTa5ogalAcC9vyo9c83ylcw7okGQhxafJtS2dvft4lOJtvx0y5GrNhS0GeDfAhVY2t5ZdtY5fngR9xTR_OHSo-Aoj9GSQjaGxvFj0VEhhHtoHrmbjM8TA/s3520/IMG_2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRt-xnNdFXBoMYGSGiPYBcyceLdBbxebF4Gx3P-enhmDp97Kr6C1q5eofltJbWld3S2DTa5ogalAcC9vyo9c83ylcw7okGQhxafJtS2dvft4lOJtvx0y5GrNhS0GeDfAhVY2t5ZdtY5fngR9xTR_OHSo-Aoj9GSQjaGxvFj0VEhhHtoHrmbjM8TA/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-30588311519112971362022-04-11T17:48:00.000-03:002022-04-11T17:48:13.785-03:00Year 7, April 4th-10th, 2022: Preparations in Triplet<p> Monday - Never Enough Time</p><p>- I really hate our schedule. I mean, it's fine for the kids. They can handle it. They still get plenty of down time. But I don't. I have to go from one thing to the next and I don't get much of a brain break or a physical break. Both of them are much shorter and I still haven't adjusted to them. I'm starting to resent the sacrifice of my own time and energy for my kids. It's not good. I'm just not getting any rest like I was getting. And I have no time to eat, shower, catch up, do my volunteer work, read my Bible, etc. I don't know what can change. I'm hoping maybe Justin getting his license will help. I'm hoping having a break week next week will also help. And then we only have two more weeks of school left and it's summer break. We'll still have Tang Soo, Justin's work, some youth group stuff, etc. But I will be able to rest. So I will try to focus on that. I'm just facing burnout. And this is why we've resisted having kids in afternoon sports and activities for so long. I didn't want to be on the go at that part of the day. And I know I know why. My energies start to wane after 4pm. I can manage dinner, maybe, IF, I've got that rest time. And that rest time helps me power through the rest of the day. It was a nice routine for me. And I also had a nice time slot for appointments. But I don't have that margin anymore. So, just a few more weeks, then a nice long break and reevaluation and different routine. Then we'll get into a totally different schedule for next year. Perhaps I'll do a different curriculum or break up the bookwork somehow. Perhaps Abishai will be on medication and it will make all the difference. I'll find a way, somehow. I'll have several months to catch up and clean up and I'll be anxious to start the new school year. Just watch and see. It's time to stop with school and switch gears. It's always like this. Our brains and bodies are done. Just gotta hang on awhile longer.</p><p>- Meanwhile, it was really a fine Monday. I'm just being melodramatic. We had mulch delivered today and Abishai was super excited and enjoyed playing it. We finished school just in time and the rest of the day went smoothly. Well, except the checking account went into overdraft because Jared and I don't communicate well about payment dates and then bills get paid the day before paycheck hits and you accidentally spend over $400 at the grocery store thinking you'll be fine because you think there's money in the account when you don't realize it's already spoken for because the husband moved it over there for a different purpose. Ugh. Yes, stop playing accountant and leave it all alone. Talk about it BEFORE you mess with it. I hate creative accounting. Just stop it. Can I just have ONE MONTH that is normal when it comes to finances? Nope. Nada. Nope. Not one. Not Ever.</p><p>- We won't be able to spread the mulch this week because we are super busy and it's going be soggy and cold all week. Boo! But it's on the driveway at least. I guess Jared and I can work on it next week. Justin claims that he doesn't have to help because he works all day 3 days a week. And then I remind him that Benaiah worked 30 hrs a week and went TO a school full time and had a girlfriend and volunteered at church and had friends. So, he has nothing to complain about. We'll see what he says next week with Daddy around. We'll see. I have way too many plans for that week and not enough time.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyynpKLSASz4GJmBfkzXKL2b32tdTtxsVHXaMQME7vY0velJ4i7msuNrWyJ55hcPbZx1NZcs3kLz9SrLbc_sLQnBJvTv3hWeXphz33MjlSNbYK83VXQ6c0d1j9qMpSqOe8pKBb3IgbGzYrUprKUYPh4OIZS9jhoOE5f3tNSs9i0w4ajGIqrOGfwg/s4032/IMG_2174.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyynpKLSASz4GJmBfkzXKL2b32tdTtxsVHXaMQME7vY0velJ4i7msuNrWyJ55hcPbZx1NZcs3kLz9SrLbc_sLQnBJvTv3hWeXphz33MjlSNbYK83VXQ6c0d1j9qMpSqOe8pKBb3IgbGzYrUprKUYPh4OIZS9jhoOE5f3tNSs9i0w4ajGIqrOGfwg/s320/IMG_2174.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom, when is the mulch guy going to get here?! Dad said I could play in it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxzvMv--dKsCkPt2kKjyuQ0idpt0mk89-ab5Mh8ooisXUr_s3xRsRub9exdWCHYWfUzTDufvMVcpJzDeLACE6ZAf-hXl11cPHBUNGKrl7MJmOt-5O1qjXscWzQ0fVhYUhy7h7GuVB13T5FPGG1Htuo-EIoMg6-3AzOYf38Z8PxePUumCeOtDaCA/s4032/IMG_2175.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrxzvMv--dKsCkPt2kKjyuQ0idpt0mk89-ab5Mh8ooisXUr_s3xRsRub9exdWCHYWfUzTDufvMVcpJzDeLACE6ZAf-hXl11cPHBUNGKrl7MJmOt-5O1qjXscWzQ0fVhYUhy7h7GuVB13T5FPGG1Htuo-EIoMg6-3AzOYf38Z8PxePUumCeOtDaCA/s320/IMG_2175.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's here! He's here!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw6IdXpVqcJmUMSMQgQik8_kFQ5azSTZmcR80AUW5kOI2xu16DBOg75-CaY8bd-2yUkVrgoxVU_06dMBdCRew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_J0aXIiP8rlfvUtql6VZMFRbJnzntreSxytSANfRQ1JpxMYf9lNTfLbqHBgtKVMvhpvKEy8PnHt6pUzvT5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPzb3iXoA7ZwRrhwLzOocb3Rl4z8tGlzOdk5hn83jdet8ORLUcxQWtBbPwr5SfQ1g1hTsate4fhdUY54k-gt6mCsUoowJ8j0AUfwPv_w9gbiectAZABZjreuHJecdBlRahwiQ0Ik30TeDLnuSwUpiTGlq_F52HyX8lsu9F4PoyxUt2M-Alec_Qw/s3520/IMG_2177.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqPzb3iXoA7ZwRrhwLzOocb3Rl4z8tGlzOdk5hn83jdet8ORLUcxQWtBbPwr5SfQ1g1hTsate4fhdUY54k-gt6mCsUoowJ8j0AUfwPv_w9gbiectAZABZjreuHJecdBlRahwiQ0Ik30TeDLnuSwUpiTGlq_F52HyX8lsu9F4PoyxUt2M-Alec_Qw/s320/IMG_2177.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leather jacket, Spiderman pjs, rainboots, dump truck, garden tool, and excavator. He might be in 1st grade, but a "dirt" pile, is a dirt pile, and it's time to dig!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLqvRDgXglPpnhFwEJ9788nYCJMw0fAHn3ErhDoJFQDxV5-iWyGOLuQ7F7f9qPTuOWlonfqOyNfOD08Ue6lNFuyHcy9jaPf3jWYYON__CQxIc20gHIw_6FXYDazLA-G-TV0UocRUr9VNYQs9ev19xACRMF4Fu5_7h_UCpdHlhs0Kd3BdC8pFMLA/s3520/IMG_2180.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLqvRDgXglPpnhFwEJ9788nYCJMw0fAHn3ErhDoJFQDxV5-iWyGOLuQ7F7f9qPTuOWlonfqOyNfOD08Ue6lNFuyHcy9jaPf3jWYYON__CQxIc20gHIw_6FXYDazLA-G-TV0UocRUr9VNYQs9ev19xACRMF4Fu5_7h_UCpdHlhs0Kd3BdC8pFMLA/s320/IMG_2180.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't start the schoolwork until he gets rid of all this excitement! He actually remembers that he got to dig last year, too. Can't stop this kind of play. You have to just let it happen. School can wait. Plus he was so antsy this morning. The more I can just let him run off steam, the better. Then I can drink my tea and eat my breakfast in peace.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOEkkf8QWR7AYRIoUQl0mCfRwUm5svBkmgW1i8dHmL-u1E92Y140crMg6aHzCSMiXr1YFGNzmg9IjgtFGLYRDIWUadhCqP5KIY2hHqyuGxoh7DLt0hpchKNSIY1cHOlBt8yQj-qC2qQ_aPouXsCNYQEqynep24oI2i-vz-TcIrMXptLzqjNcUVw/s3520/IMG_2181.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOEkkf8QWR7AYRIoUQl0mCfRwUm5svBkmgW1i8dHmL-u1E92Y140crMg6aHzCSMiXr1YFGNzmg9IjgtFGLYRDIWUadhCqP5KIY2hHqyuGxoh7DLt0hpchKNSIY1cHOlBt8yQj-qC2qQ_aPouXsCNYQEqynep24oI2i-vz-TcIrMXptLzqjNcUVw/s320/IMG_2181.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwpaND4b0Qt3VnJjjxY33Utz0AbWh1c8A_l2LL_aLIdkmMeRE7XX4rRklVDyTPzHv2W2BX-juWOvx892DbHNA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dykCzQwIh6NamcPevAagNiyv0noXBBggFV9gLCjTS4OYv6lq1jg8YmVwN3FT2lHoNMv7sf8L4epcnr9--lBiA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hz4n_a_ssqmMHVOrFYwUxXpp9Z4MBwbbtIdjCvcjlFOi1jk6kk_i8KZPur-1l2gTuzlb4TVj9NQcxvcneZ_DEMbdR-txmDJTB1jE-1mlqP7CDIk9dyg_b_neueuUe-gfcSOubMjNaYvYJhwiXKNhtpH9CMdOlM_n8ndNYMR3HklW5sQQ9MtcSg/s3520/IMG_2182.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hz4n_a_ssqmMHVOrFYwUxXpp9Z4MBwbbtIdjCvcjlFOi1jk6kk_i8KZPur-1l2gTuzlb4TVj9NQcxvcneZ_DEMbdR-txmDJTB1jE-1mlqP7CDIk9dyg_b_neueuUe-gfcSOubMjNaYvYJhwiXKNhtpH9CMdOlM_n8ndNYMR3HklW5sQQ9MtcSg/s320/IMG_2182.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ewww, so moist and red! It's dyed mulch, which I know it's the best for the environment or whatever, but whatever. I save the environment other ways.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLAP6JPD53YP07fVi03kIPnK7xTYbzFxzf24Oe9iKmKR8DCmR-dpTPTgB2pr4cFJ6V6qtgk2yjVPs0jfELiTbM7LPXvQMiqb46gTeRnatcH3vGzheQi4GVpvAG04HSN6FH9eueBEbh4mi-72qUmINp5hOs4oH5ehi-MH0z-sw9Pd6RCOtN0R_GA/s3520/IMG_2184.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrLAP6JPD53YP07fVi03kIPnK7xTYbzFxzf24Oe9iKmKR8DCmR-dpTPTgB2pr4cFJ6V6qtgk2yjVPs0jfELiTbM7LPXvQMiqb46gTeRnatcH3vGzheQi4GVpvAG04HSN6FH9eueBEbh4mi-72qUmINp5hOs4oH5ehi-MH0z-sw9Pd6RCOtN0R_GA/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gotta drive the dump truck up the hill! But if you let go, where does it go? Down the driveway and you have to go chase it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFQcvai4jE6f1l1PbJoPd2ysYUcfjqyK2_3-3eKLjb4iBC7hKArd-ABTjMBByEu-tt4Q9IxcriemJP2BS8vD0idaASS345SH73A5TQewe1gKombp23I6yHG8ta-kGi-Nb9vHqmLN1TSn4IEcLDo0uMutT9LCPAp5BRx7ZHM_Pxj9VkcqOU_f_-Q/s3520/IMG_2185.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvFQcvai4jE6f1l1PbJoPd2ysYUcfjqyK2_3-3eKLjb4iBC7hKArd-ABTjMBByEu-tt4Q9IxcriemJP2BS8vD0idaASS345SH73A5TQewe1gKombp23I6yHG8ta-kGi-Nb9vHqmLN1TSn4IEcLDo0uMutT9LCPAp5BRx7ZHM_Pxj9VkcqOU_f_-Q/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's try it this way. Nope, it's still going to go down the driveway.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy4FncrrHAZJk_m56Ci8Q2lPIWlSn5_yHXfuMfaAJEOt8lfO8kxqgnJ_8AmcrSRIhIsOMgExZYu4GGPAfASXg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xCxUUJqMe2KngWl5MO4O-nvLi-iOudKYPHMiQTJcWOaRz-a7lyNgq8bcaUplePr1H9tP8IDmBD5lTdfy6JHFipgE9g55hsrvJQwXusbuWxMGEJ2y0b1EmF3Uc9pNajx42Js3eXlO2wIQHyLP_Vp4wEUnNy0pLMYQqh02ZBz5SsO6mn76qFJv7Q/s4032/IMG_2187.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1xCxUUJqMe2KngWl5MO4O-nvLi-iOudKYPHMiQTJcWOaRz-a7lyNgq8bcaUplePr1H9tP8IDmBD5lTdfy6JHFipgE9g55hsrvJQwXusbuWxMGEJ2y0b1EmF3Uc9pNajx42Js3eXlO2wIQHyLP_Vp4wEUnNy0pLMYQqh02ZBz5SsO6mn76qFJv7Q/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, take it to the top and release down the OTHER side of the hill so it stops at the garage door. Now that makes sense.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9mVbQKwkz2PZ-L-4DXZ0oTWRnpkN4iT5YiBwbVi6Uzn2ES2-zr9PuVckL-n8EeP5odRyXJjzhwrmXmmGK1zwxkPDPecKv8j4aGjzuqXTBpCn58gd-S1IHoTDsHWsy0vYhnF7ddOGnAce1-X8TXbp2isIR-GFreetqbwy7g7gyDHzuxGSTRqS_g/s4032/IMG_2188.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm9mVbQKwkz2PZ-L-4DXZ0oTWRnpkN4iT5YiBwbVi6Uzn2ES2-zr9PuVckL-n8EeP5odRyXJjzhwrmXmmGK1zwxkPDPecKv8j4aGjzuqXTBpCn58gd-S1IHoTDsHWsy0vYhnF7ddOGnAce1-X8TXbp2isIR-GFreetqbwy7g7gyDHzuxGSTRqS_g/s320/IMG_2188.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, the man child is at a real job and the daughter is fast asleep because she had done a lot of jump for KP worship team yesterday, plus small group. Don't worry, I woke her up soon after this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_jPBqfCre_2w6MQmoeOLU4H_KGJfSUzP849Ech1WprCGP6obzPWwjL1S-sxwcXUc0HyDlLgydeYZUtwgPDn80rP8RCptNB8mVr4UkWlLQGr2wweBH4-02HMNVrlx5e0WS9nk-1xImM6p3XSdQdG9KwFu4S7g7fHAGgEJG1byXt7GtfJgixFhmQ/s1792/IMG_2189.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_jPBqfCre_2w6MQmoeOLU4H_KGJfSUzP849Ech1WprCGP6obzPWwjL1S-sxwcXUc0HyDlLgydeYZUtwgPDn80rP8RCptNB8mVr4UkWlLQGr2wweBH4-02HMNVrlx5e0WS9nk-1xImM6p3XSdQdG9KwFu4S7g7fHAGgEJG1byXt7GtfJgixFhmQ/w296-h640/IMG_2189.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BRRRRR and PEI got snow today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqPievdIN5OKl0YUn3HuZEOOOG9S7TV9cumU2trCklWcNx4Ye2CpuZtw7aTikPAP-DjrwTm65ftPOpMYghYieSoMbWb5Io8gnf2YMQ49QO-Nky-1-qdUaJCflBPg8MmWTtzas4xiJEfbiBjGHKqT4xUQp36gNjfMXxuQNWXaF4QBY2VagN0k3lA/s1792/IMG_2190.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIqPievdIN5OKl0YUn3HuZEOOOG9S7TV9cumU2trCklWcNx4Ye2CpuZtw7aTikPAP-DjrwTm65ftPOpMYghYieSoMbWb5Io8gnf2YMQ49QO-Nky-1-qdUaJCflBPg8MmWTtzas4xiJEfbiBjGHKqT4xUQp36gNjfMXxuQNWXaF4QBY2VagN0k3lA/w296-h640/IMG_2190.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looks like we might have a few flakes of snow on the weekend. It's April, it's not supposed to be like this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemTrZ53CJHJYm5gUwiSPBe7MXXGUMXSuMuULYFOo_099ERJjzNDyNnOICrsebNxN7GTHlbIasbIo8P1tyBB8JLdK4V_SEkCUHKIAthj8XdpqqSLukn4efp-7nhNExmBZAhvbrfbElSn1UR1Hs0CrJFBZzJJ071DApg7ikfMxxZXP7HT1f8nxe_Q/s4032/IMG_2191.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhemTrZ53CJHJYm5gUwiSPBe7MXXGUMXSuMuULYFOo_099ERJjzNDyNnOICrsebNxN7GTHlbIasbIo8P1tyBB8JLdK4V_SEkCUHKIAthj8XdpqqSLukn4efp-7nhNExmBZAhvbrfbElSn1UR1Hs0CrJFBZzJJ071DApg7ikfMxxZXP7HT1f8nxe_Q/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you play in red mulch, it's like playing in the sandstone on PEI. You get covered in the red dirt/sloopy red dirt roads. Fun times! It means Abishai was really digging in the dirt and staying grounded. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyftSEo_5N1DbE_OYSN0QkRh9L853GZ9AEtLvIFH8qK_f-d-3OwhP9g2uUSs4LKPSxQlgNre3ppR25gFHXs9FFfw81P99cBw8pJPonXxkpCF6fjRcP5EbSMDYeUvsBS9Y2kFCiIyqmFwOZFRbovU0ANUs2m56cRLXglyZbTxSBNCY5ZhVBPyzhA/s4032/IMG_2192.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyftSEo_5N1DbE_OYSN0QkRh9L853GZ9AEtLvIFH8qK_f-d-3OwhP9g2uUSs4LKPSxQlgNre3ppR25gFHXs9FFfw81P99cBw8pJPonXxkpCF6fjRcP5EbSMDYeUvsBS9Y2kFCiIyqmFwOZFRbovU0ANUs2m56cRLXglyZbTxSBNCY5ZhVBPyzhA/s320/IMG_2192.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh no, not the feet and pants, too! It's only 45 degrees outside! Weren't you freezing?!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdLDLdxIoGTZEbSHSzmIjACQBgaWRcVUhjoCv7D4ImksJVuwIacFAzWjaSUEwrI04zczFJeEVawFcPFOoz8PdXA7QhMzpicexrW0dlgywZjdOTNdb-KBp_RItoSTRwBR9UF9HVPR_UprsrGS_V5XO3v0ktQi9YqToOliv7R5tz24RnqpuhABy8g/s4032/IMG_2193.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdLDLdxIoGTZEbSHSzmIjACQBgaWRcVUhjoCv7D4ImksJVuwIacFAzWjaSUEwrI04zczFJeEVawFcPFOoz8PdXA7QhMzpicexrW0dlgywZjdOTNdb-KBp_RItoSTRwBR9UF9HVPR_UprsrGS_V5XO3v0ktQi9YqToOliv7R5tz24RnqpuhABy8g/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh phew, it was only these pants! I thought he was wearing his good gray church pants! This I can deal with because they already have holes in the knees.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLOFC9yv7Nwu7yvf2yVCtnAREeRvxvtmy7LWR7WYoOCM-ata850CHjUi3xlu8vZV_2ux0oPm2YDA5J1fYZ7LWAsUtD0J5qaBbRVYexBkCKJ-okYRu_C-Ki7rn6p0KDnTDwqRHj7RQUITBQW-iftZ9BmWqRluXpFiWF2KcziQ7I7WBG5s4AEKsiA/s4032/IMG_2194.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLOFC9yv7Nwu7yvf2yVCtnAREeRvxvtmy7LWR7WYoOCM-ata850CHjUi3xlu8vZV_2ux0oPm2YDA5J1fYZ7LWAsUtD0J5qaBbRVYexBkCKJ-okYRu_C-Ki7rn6p0KDnTDwqRHj7RQUITBQW-iftZ9BmWqRluXpFiWF2KcziQ7I7WBG5s4AEKsiA/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was reading this page in this book about all kinds of tombs about ziggurats and he ran to get his Lego one from the other room. He still had it from when we went over them a couple of months ago. He wanted one more photo of it before he destroyed it. So here is that photo.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9XgLINqOeZyavtT92D5h3a0FbXRYn-hbLU5CFMOiGuUhM9BmOIcEeRt1dmIuQahiC_sM9THL0TSOfyYNOqyBPPfxfHLXE7izR2iG3DPX4q8z43dOQZ7o5sreYCiKoBP3RIo6zp-PaXitzaM7fSsy7_EQm4AhEtfDRDSv48VBqW-ADK7o9gVCAw/s4032/IMG_2195.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq9XgLINqOeZyavtT92D5h3a0FbXRYn-hbLU5CFMOiGuUhM9BmOIcEeRt1dmIuQahiC_sM9THL0TSOfyYNOqyBPPfxfHLXE7izR2iG3DPX4q8z43dOQZ7o5sreYCiKoBP3RIo6zp-PaXitzaM7fSsy7_EQm4AhEtfDRDSv48VBqW-ADK7o9gVCAw/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf10fgI2wpFmdkpc5tYo-23RtizlBs4GCV8r5Sj382DR15jvbvdE9K3i2tGjYry3JZci_DbV8x71__2TmXhjQg3DNA3Ucp6Vz4c4CAJLpSvO37sI2quYBauG10N50GcdZj8g4EhdsYot6TCnsWCITYTKPJ48D66kXc2sq0kfPQsLtOAfCCQt_PXw/s4032/IMG_2197.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf10fgI2wpFmdkpc5tYo-23RtizlBs4GCV8r5Sj382DR15jvbvdE9K3i2tGjYry3JZci_DbV8x71__2TmXhjQg3DNA3Ucp6Vz4c4CAJLpSvO37sI2quYBauG10N50GcdZj8g4EhdsYot6TCnsWCITYTKPJ48D66kXc2sq0kfPQsLtOAfCCQt_PXw/s320/IMG_2197.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty clouds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - This or That?</p><p>- Am I sick or am I hormonal? That is the question? Hot flashes or flushing with a fever? Nausea or cramping? Sinuses or head cold (Covid or not, it doesn't matter at this point)? It doesn't really matter the cause, I just have felt crummy all day. But Mommy doesn't have sick days. So you take some Aleeve and bear the pain. You lean up again the edge of the counter and do your read alouds standing up so you don't fall asleep. You put a cold back on all your hot body parts until you cool down, although it's about 50 degrees outside and you're normally increasing the thermostat. You blow your nose extra times with real kleenix instead of your regular hankie because it's extra drippy. And you skip some school work because half a day is better than no day at all.</p><p>- Then pick up Justin from work, wait on Justin at work because he's helping Jim with weekly manual inventory. Then drive to Jared's office and wait on him because of a last minute order, again. Then, make it 5 minutes to our appointment. Have our appointment, which went well enough. Then, ended up stopping for dinner at a nice restaurant on the way back which really hit the spot because I didn't want to scrounge for myself for dinner. They had an early dinner menu which was perfect and we were done in under an hour. The kids had leftover pizza (yeah for leftovers). We were home in time for Abishai to still have Daddy time and chores to be done like laundry.</p><p>- And now my pain is increasing again. I just want to rest. But no rest for the weary, there's still a lot of week left.</p><p>- Abishai wanted to do his science experiment in his science book today, so we did that today. He was so cute with it. He also loves being read aloud, too.</p><p>- Both Keturah and Justin gave me grumpy words when we got home this evening. Teenagers. Sigh. What?! I didn't do anything to you. Justin hadn't grabbed the right sheet from the basket to put back on his bed so he had to redo it. Our blue sheets and his blue sheets were in the same load. Ours are very light blue and his are a medium to light blue. But, they are also different sizes. He's got a twin bed and we have a full size. You would have though he would have noticed the size difference. Nope. But there was no need to take it out on us. I didn't create more work for you, you did for not checking or remembering what sheet goes on your bed. Plus he had taken one of our pillow cases. Sigh. And he took the sheets but not his other laundry from the load. Oh Justin, think through what's going on here and look up from your phone for once. Keturah was just moody because Keturah. I don't know. She had already eaten so it wasn't because she was hangry. I know it wasn't appropriate either. Again, teenagers are hard work. </p><p>- Oh, and so is being gone for 10 minutes and coming home to find Legos in the sink because Abishai wanted to see if they would float and an empty can of creamed soup in the same sink right next to them, unrinsed thank goodness. Ghee whiz! Stop making more work for me! Watch what you are doing! I don't know who put what in first, but, don't do that! Thankfully I just had to dry off the Legos but still. And don't dump the whole can of soup in knowing you probably won't finish it all in one sitting. You can always pour more into your bowl. We had already talked about this. It's two servings per can. Sigh. More training is necessary I guess. I'm sooooo looking forward to this staycation. That's for sure. I'm going to sleep for the first day. Then I'll work. I'll figure that all out with Jared on Sunday. But next, ASL, friends come to visit, small group, and Tang Soo Do tomorrow.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTNP-LncwEdCzmEoHiiBa4Zwpl480QdIfIlcYyiOwbM4rwr0aOid0ESYyWmbrLUEpe4lZDcmDTceDkAPziuy-iKAuXHaslga9AcGub_tThei9HZZP_OV_lmivcwlraUyNwCJ79ZZr_n5b3ZXz0_2L1X1iz_y_EGaphmvP41EzOuOz-5kJYAR7QQ/s754/277704222_350344837055606_2852808867006191860_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="754" data-original-width="754" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTNP-LncwEdCzmEoHiiBa4Zwpl480QdIfIlcYyiOwbM4rwr0aOid0ESYyWmbrLUEpe4lZDcmDTceDkAPziuy-iKAuXHaslga9AcGub_tThei9HZZP_OV_lmivcwlraUyNwCJ79ZZr_n5b3ZXz0_2L1X1iz_y_EGaphmvP41EzOuOz-5kJYAR7QQ/s320/277704222_350344837055606_2852808867006191860_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahaha, 'tis true. I hate cleaning. The kids hate cleaning. We don't have time to be good at both homeschooling and cleaning. So which do you think gets neglected more?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVx0N8AXRfHdvmXrjmqqVyX-CpcI2_8gV_1T2FEMV_YahMNNxupJABCeUvVaDeHe6oNh2zg-Mkk3n4LWMBhHBBWX99Vhlf0NAIb_4kIAU_G9qlLTjunRLC1sMYWhLF986tAM5adzr1c_ZFEcMTQvC-_na70Wb2HI0ADiqLD5j6AO1ae6q_mw5GQ/s3520/IMG_2199.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVx0N8AXRfHdvmXrjmqqVyX-CpcI2_8gV_1T2FEMV_YahMNNxupJABCeUvVaDeHe6oNh2zg-Mkk3n4LWMBhHBBWX99Vhlf0NAIb_4kIAU_G9qlLTjunRLC1sMYWhLF986tAM5adzr1c_ZFEcMTQvC-_na70Wb2HI0ADiqLD5j6AO1ae6q_mw5GQ/s320/IMG_2199.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai's science experiment was which will melt faster? An ice cube in hot freshwater or an ice cube in hot saltwater? Think carefully. If salt LOWERS the FREEZING point of water, then....basically the answer is opposite of what you think. The freshwater ice cube will melt faster because fresh water is less dense and that lets the colder ice cube water fall to the bottom of the cup faster allowing more ice cube water to keep melting and sinking. And there's more to it than that. But Abishai wasn't going to get it, so I skipped over some parts of the lesson. The book is geared towards K-6th, so I do have to skip the more complicated pieces sometimes. I'm just glad he insisted on doing the experiment today. He had fun with it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/nC0lfs-Gh4w" target="_blank">Science Experiment Set Up</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzl-k6WE_WeVoevXn2yGq_vORBK5-_6efxxlw0Bv2czxiVh94kg9sqQlZe_CnanFv4_aZOQvGmhZisWRnLylw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmKFJ1gJxSGrvrL23jzgvrK8LPWDoycnF6DwUFp5slqGRUKftBfo2r090VGibo32y9hmfErIVVpJN18Tqf6999iRippQsYzOKxG6_5t98bmeNprgXLpAQGbQIHES059z7zenaQUltCY_AFRHg5HmyrlMogAJjr9XZ9Eo_-GlRtW77rKR4jRdbkg/s4032/IMG_2203.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmKFJ1gJxSGrvrL23jzgvrK8LPWDoycnF6DwUFp5slqGRUKftBfo2r090VGibo32y9hmfErIVVpJN18Tqf6999iRippQsYzOKxG6_5t98bmeNprgXLpAQGbQIHES059z7zenaQUltCY_AFRHg5HmyrlMogAJjr9XZ9Eo_-GlRtW77rKR4jRdbkg/s320/IMG_2203.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going, going....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6FQzCrSWUGNii33iZ82ROBqHiGSekaIUVagDdmnjY_nMd3BL5cAK6puP_mCK3H2gXbukE_K6sLcJxkQvV5_IRRWdPavZ-yDRGmS0nERz9sqka3mo0TaDYTfbQG1w2o5Bs8_Qomu-CX9QIJXK0sFusewqx2ygXQfW3RAN1izM01FtCBwVa_vPew/s4032/IMG_2204.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6FQzCrSWUGNii33iZ82ROBqHiGSekaIUVagDdmnjY_nMd3BL5cAK6puP_mCK3H2gXbukE_K6sLcJxkQvV5_IRRWdPavZ-yDRGmS0nERz9sqka3mo0TaDYTfbQG1w2o5Bs8_Qomu-CX9QIJXK0sFusewqx2ygXQfW3RAN1izM01FtCBwVa_vPew/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gone!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1V6kspp-yLR40nOBwJZ3V8oSUTrqRNXkaOsDaDmdp3_VeLkN_mIW4REiAuhnqoUkm76HEiCnF7X5Ja2ZItyymb8dG1t8UC4Khr38J9LSqccEa67U8TuAOlrKaHu59n6nSyZLW9WT2NZr3XjktfyJeJ68cftzzWHI55Qsy2MMErQcmoF3JF53Uw/s1174/IMG_2207.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1174" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1V6kspp-yLR40nOBwJZ3V8oSUTrqRNXkaOsDaDmdp3_VeLkN_mIW4REiAuhnqoUkm76HEiCnF7X5Ja2ZItyymb8dG1t8UC4Khr38J9LSqccEa67U8TuAOlrKaHu59n6nSyZLW9WT2NZr3XjktfyJeJ68cftzzWHI55Qsy2MMErQcmoF3JF53Uw/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" width="294" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ia9aYBUrChCDQ1BNPcjTsvezgQ_KboOlM2T_fgzugZcGUjRSjrjN-uKDgs61PQiblyrRnJ7qDVM2857BGX_6jumtWTMFg-VZNhWBGr5xQNEnlZ8HgKNfaQC1y7XZHFFA7pMIKmgh_Kr3saPcICyM9-owg6kdjgEic7Wjvn3bDTAIWMWkJYyd_g/s1033/IMG_2208.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1033" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ia9aYBUrChCDQ1BNPcjTsvezgQ_KboOlM2T_fgzugZcGUjRSjrjN-uKDgs61PQiblyrRnJ7qDVM2857BGX_6jumtWTMFg-VZNhWBGr5xQNEnlZ8HgKNfaQC1y7XZHFFA7pMIKmgh_Kr3saPcICyM9-owg6kdjgEic7Wjvn3bDTAIWMWkJYyd_g/w320-h400/IMG_2208.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Found this on my homeschool groups. Fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyuT0i8-PoJjr-ah99lX2d6Cdrh_SvT7pygza7NYZ6GzR0r1GKq5iDZfoyR1anya1RAxVuVFI_6x_6lpDRBiEKpxqbiOWCKFhL1A7m8XRo5suT1QgXs5eipYV8aazXEyEyFFNdveehWJ_URcuxEK0TDcQV9MqZrGofizpSbKhfbJFH8j9xeLpsg/s1792/IMG_2209.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdyuT0i8-PoJjr-ah99lX2d6Cdrh_SvT7pygza7NYZ6GzR0r1GKq5iDZfoyR1anya1RAxVuVFI_6x_6lpDRBiEKpxqbiOWCKFhL1A7m8XRo5suT1QgXs5eipYV8aazXEyEyFFNdveehWJ_URcuxEK0TDcQV9MqZrGofizpSbKhfbJFH8j9xeLpsg/w296-h640/IMG_2209.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Justin says, "When did I become a golfer?" Lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Wednesday - Downpours to Raindrops<br /></p><p>- Well we left for ASL in a drizzle and returned in a drizzle, but while there, it was a deluge of rain and we drove it the downpours, which was totally not fun. It was awful when I wasn't sure if I needed to merge or not, but a semi was trying to and nearly crushed me because I was in its blind spot. I hate those times! Not the driver's fault, but mine. I hate being next to semis! I try to give them as much room as I can because they have a job to do. They can't break as easily, they can't see me, and they are bigger than me. And I know I'm not a great driver. Traffic patterns were strange this morning, too. I don't know what was going on. But we did make it to ASL this morning. Our teacher was sick, but the kids needed the extra practice so we went anyway. Maybe next year Justin will be driving Keturah up here alone and I can just focus on Abishai at home. Next year, they are redoing the exits again in the area of the church where we meet so it's going to be a nighmare. This did that area 20 years ago to facilitate the new growth in population and now they have to do it again for the same problem. If only they would stop building and selling houses! Ugh! Well, we made it in one piece. We got a little work done, but not nearly enough.</p><p>- And we didn't finish it at home either because friends came over. Which means we are really behind for the week. So, we are doubling up tomorrow. And little man got away with screen time with Daddy because I didn't catch them when they came home from karate. And because screen time is what kept Abishai and Colin busy while Kellie and I talked, Abishai still had his normal time. So, no punishment there. He's about to get a little shock in the morning about how much work we have to do tomorrow. But the thing is, I have so much work I have to do that isn't getting done for Saturday's event that I can't really follow through with it either. I guess I don't have to do read alouds with him until yesterday's paper work is done. I just need to do some printing and label sticking. Printing done! I uploaded the booth printable to staples.com and I'm paying them to do it. I'll pick it up on Friday. I'll print some labels to put on bookmarks when I'm done with this part of the blog IF I have more label paper, and if not, I'll pick some up on Friday when I'm there. Then I'll print and do what I can Friday night. Otherwise, the bookmarks will be blank. See, not hard! Just needs done!</p><p>- Oh, I'm out of it again! Silly kids were at each other's throats again, the instant they were together in the car to and from ASL and again at the lunch table and the dinner table. You'd think the older kids would understand how to be nice. But that wasn't the mood at all today. Super frustrating to me, especially when I don't feel good. Again, I felt better today from the head cold, but I'm not sure about all my symptoms. I still feel grumpy. I need sleep but I need me time but Jared needs his time. I can't wait for next week. I don't slow slow until then. I bet stop before I fall asleep so I can enjoy a few minutes of shows.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47YwRYMLUTc3aETFGqPaehzNdWdpaUsSRnpqNma1MM3xreTccH6ps0Z8Q_95yZvPHPuJVAH0CciJhfGlyOe62l13y1EjeOy7xeJ6WYteQLbrBNz2Gvz5LU-rfMS8AW6cNeIYXLa6XAwM9V4hl-erOEGj66Yz_JtEAUgUxCLC2kxRkFN30nsOVLg/s1792/IMG_2212.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47YwRYMLUTc3aETFGqPaehzNdWdpaUsSRnpqNma1MM3xreTccH6ps0Z8Q_95yZvPHPuJVAH0CciJhfGlyOe62l13y1EjeOy7xeJ6WYteQLbrBNz2Gvz5LU-rfMS8AW6cNeIYXLa6XAwM9V4hl-erOEGj66Yz_JtEAUgUxCLC2kxRkFN30nsOVLg/w296-h640/IMG_2212.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heavy rain today. And yes, snow in Minnesota! Oh and on Facebook's throwback photo page, I found some photos and vids of our Charlottetown house 7 yrs ago and a snowstorm raging there on this date! I reshared that post for my PEI folks who got some snow this week. It's definitely "normal" for them to have a spring snow. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKN4uXDlYhYQ_RGxrmomg3hX4vQsg3ScKEvu55fsLMwLLz4bm148th_hXO0O4slu_bhOLeYmMleU0kt7lbQ0Sg8Rk-SefHuHLNwB7A-2JGMiqb3qnmCA1fDbleVWhwHl3fX_TOPghIL8sC-W6y0pwcb8Jxri98E8cfvDZnGq97n3j3C1tSIJuWQ/s1792/IMG_2215.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKN4uXDlYhYQ_RGxrmomg3hX4vQsg3ScKEvu55fsLMwLLz4bm148th_hXO0O4slu_bhOLeYmMleU0kt7lbQ0Sg8Rk-SefHuHLNwB7A-2JGMiqb3qnmCA1fDbleVWhwHl3fX_TOPghIL8sC-W6y0pwcb8Jxri98E8cfvDZnGq97n3j3C1tSIJuWQ/w296-h640/IMG_2215.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYoT3L0trvaIQ41prb4PxKMGSLUwxyfDyOpcgI17ifOxA9QCSCiA0JRy67FJzH-jQEYVxNzi09fqxx8sgt2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Thursday - Unexpected</p><p>- Shampoo, lather, rinse, repeat. Work, work, work, repeat. Eat, work, sleep, repeat. We finished yesterday's work and did at least part of today's. I guess I'll just bump things and call it even. We'll finish up history timeline tomorrow and end the week evenly, and that does matter to me because we will then be able to pick up with a fresh week when they get back. Abishai's bookwork doesn't have a stop and start to it, so it's easy to push off to the next day. We did what was planned for yesterday and then I read aloud to him though. We started some bean sprouting experiment, which actually felt great! I'm actually doing what the book told me to do! I'll take photos for him and send them to him via Keturah and maybe I'll have him draw them when he gets back when we go through the rest of the lessons. We will have done 3 of the plant lessons, but I'm sure there's a few more lessons we'll be going through, too. We won't be finishing the science book by any stretch of the imagination but again, that's the beauty of it being a K-6th book where it's meant for the whole family. We'll just pick it up next year and keep going. I kind of wish we would have time to circle back with him and reread it retain these big words, but I keep reminding myself that these big words will be repeated in the high school books, too. And in reality land, I don't know these things either, although I know in layman's terms how a seed germinates. And maybe these concepts come back when botany comes up with botanists in the other books. These books are chronological (roughly) and so several of them are based on biographies of scientists and inventors and such and major discoveries and I'm sure that there will be experiments and key concepts reviewed again and again then. Now, I'm not sure if I will be able to include other fun books that the other kids have used in our science studies or not. I don't know if I'll stick with this science series the whole way through. Or maybe I'll make this a reading assignment for him when he's older and we'll do other things, too. I'm not sure. I hope to join a nature studies group in the fall with him, so we'll cover some of those things again and draw them into nature books. And he can pull books about different animals off the shelf if he wants. I know we are going to go through animal kingdoms in this volume of the series and if you watch any animal TV show they talk about the basics of the kingdoms anyway that a mammal is this and a reptile is that. Even my Bondi Vet show does that in layman's terms because they figure not everyone remembers 3rd grade science. And we do have that stuff in our CC cards, too. It's ok, he'll pick it up from somewhere I'm sure. I just don't want to be too much into textbooks. It just makes me life so much easier than putting together this or that from other things on my shelf. It's not like he knows the difference. It's not necessarily boring to him. He loves it when I read to him, whether it's a picture book or from a "textbook." I don't pick dry textbooks anyway. Or I try not to. Although I've skipped around a bit with this one to make it a little easier for him since he is on the younger side. Ok, point is, we are doing the infamous wet paper towel/sprout some dry beans into bean plants experiment! Woot! Woot!</p><p>- Keturah was excpetionally moody at lunch time, stomping her feet because "that's just the way I walk!" (no, it's not always the way you walk) and then standing against the counter waiting for her food to cook in the toaster oven leaving me no room to make my coffee. I had already poked her in fun, but she screamed, "don't touch me!" but then wouldn't move when I asked her so I could get to my coffee stuff. Well, if you don't want me to touch you, you have to move. Both of our big butts won't fit in this tiny corner. She refused to move. So I squeezed in there and worked anyway. She wasn't happy but whatever. Then she just went to the garage fridge to get a jell-o egg that Abishai and I made that morning without asking if they were ready. Um, I don't care if they are ready, you aren't getting one with that attitude. Besides, I always wait a good 6 hrs to make sure they don't make a mess. And to teach the kids some patience. Sigh. </p><p>- Justin, well, he's got the teen attitude, too, and confessed that he has 3-4 chapters of science left which means he's several weeks behind in school. I'm not sure on math because of when he started the book, we knew he wouldn't finish it, so I have to go physically count the weeks and such. And I just did some calculating and with his afternoon and evening screen times, he's on the PS4 for 7-9 hrs a day. He can give up his afternoon time to do homework OR he can give up his after dinner time to do homework OR both. Routines have been established. He's not doing a full school load. He should be doing a full school load plus a part time job. His friends do a full school load plus a part time job or a sport. He can get a grip. He can do more. He's not failing. He's not even slow. He's got loads of time. He's just lazy. He's almost a senior in high school. He's not ready for the real world. He hangs out with a lot of kids younger than him and I'm afraid it's keeping him younger right now. He needs to be somewhere between where is and where Benaiah was at this stage. He's not Benaiah. I don't want him to be. I know he won't be. But he's not where he could be. It's time to step it up in a big way. I have slacked in giving him the right direction. I have to put my foot down. I have to set boundaries and give out punishments and incentives. He's not making the goals necessary. He has not completed the same number of days or work hours to earn the credits for the semester yet. He'll be working long after the official days are done. That's why I have to go back and figure out where he should be on the math because it isn't just good enough to say he needs to keep going until the science is done because what if he doesn't do any math on the days he does science? He needs to finish Algebra 2 by the end of summer so I can get him to take the SAT by the fall dates because he's already a senior. Ok, he doesn't have to, but I'm tired of delaying, we can do better than this. And I want him to do another math course next year that does take the whole year so I want him to just finish already. Plus, he needs to be doing other coursework, outside the home. How's he going to feel under real pressure then? He's been making too many excuses. And today he used ADHD as a big excuse, too. No, you can't do that. The real world doesn't tolerate ADHD as an excuse. You have to try to make accommodations for yourself but the workplace won't. It's not recognized like being in a wheelchair. If you're late, you're late. If you're unmotivated, you're fired. ADHD doesn't help, but you have to overcome it. I didn't have a name for it, but I worked hard against the symptoms for 30 years and overcame them. Find what does motivate you. And do it. You have to.</p><p>- Then, I had my monthly massage. And I probably had a nice furrowed face the whole time because I was thinking about and problem solving for next school year. From social groups to curriculum choices. Like, what Physics book do I have? What do I need to look out for at the book sales? Which phone calls do I need to make so I can get Justin's schedule finalized so we can get the rest of the weekly routine finalized like a play group for Abishai now that I've decided EYB Friday park/gym day starting in the fall won't be our go to social group anymore. Since Justin's main group of friends from there go to the New Pal youth group and he's attending that now, there's no need to prioritize Friday afternoons anymore. Unless there's a huge surge in new families I need to help along, there's nobody for Abishai to play with. Abishai needs to experience all the field trips and experiences the older kids got to do and those happen on other days of the week. I can't be out two days in a week and save an afternoon for Kellie and Kya time and still get our school work done as well as Jared and I's weekly appt and any other appts and errands. I can still see the core ladies from Friday's at the monthly MNO's and at church on Sunday at New Pal Bible Church or in passing at youth group or whatever. So, I'm not going to give up my social time necessarily. And now that another person took over Hancock County, she can make the effort to go to the group or the other ladies can make the connections or whatever. I still think it should merge with the county Facebook page and become one line of communication. But that's not up to me. I've got some incredible Indy groups that need my attention now that I want to get to know that have kids Abishai's age. Justin is on his way out. Time for little man's turn. Anyway, the massage felt good and normal and helped my headache to go away for the most part.</p><p>- It was home again to sort out supper really quickly. Thank goodness for the calzones we picked up last weekend. Abishai had half of his cheese one. And then I took him to his Tang Soo Do class. He will be skipping all next week of course because he'll be on vacation in New Orleans. Jared had already told Abishai's teachers, so that was helpful. I worked on putting stickers on bookmarks for Saturday's events. I sent over a printing job to Staples to print so I wouldn't sit at my computer fussing about it for that event that I will pick up tomorrow while I'm out doing other errands. Expensive but for peace of mind, I'm happy. Actually, everything for that came together quickly, yeah! It was one of those things where I dreaded doing it thinking it was going to be a big production because I'm so disorganized when, in fact, I'm really organized and I left everything together just fine. I know what I'm doing. It will work out. Just show up and do what I know how to do. Help people. Abishai did a good job at karate tonight, and the rest of the kids did as welll. They concentrated well, that's for sure. Some kicks and blocks and punching practice. </p><p>- And then Abishai and I discussed why Nate is so much smaller than Donavan on the ride home. And we talked about Abishai's appointment with the doctor about ADHD. He had some great adult type questions to ask, too. So I gave him adult answers. And I got to share with him all the positives of getting a diagnosis and why we might try medication. He was asking what the appointment was going to look like, and I told him it wasn't a lab test or much of a physical exam, but just some questions and answers and information to think about. ADHD is MY superpower, what's yours? He's such a cutie, too. Abishai works hard and doesn't deserve to be anxious or worried. He did carry around this stuffed animal that is Lassie, but reminds of Kya's dog, Skylar, so he calls it Skylar. So Skylar read with us, did screen time with him, and ate with us. etc etc. Adorable. Oh and he and I were able to put the living back to normal today. Now I have to sort through his aresenal tomorrow and get the kids packed for New Orleans, as well as my own stuff for Saturday. It will be a busy day, even when we are home all day.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX6AQLeZIoKFyoE9SVGi4ECosgYgXtC-sL630IZQU74FUmsVOg-MD1MfsoBH9iMIh7mcvZus_W7TKQXVJxcycrlJZZ_PWbanAvqjbh-OScMlPkI9r5q9kUMs-XceYKKRetE9pkv6zwA-9zIwbI_5Q40ooPP3e5RG4MS1u0yJosoSBmN60jRnXng/s1080/278068838_2351318725008253_4953673969858381217_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpX6AQLeZIoKFyoE9SVGi4ECosgYgXtC-sL630IZQU74FUmsVOg-MD1MfsoBH9iMIh7mcvZus_W7TKQXVJxcycrlJZZ_PWbanAvqjbh-OScMlPkI9r5q9kUMs-XceYKKRetE9pkv6zwA-9zIwbI_5Q40ooPP3e5RG4MS1u0yJosoSBmN60jRnXng/s320/278068838_2351318725008253_4953673969858381217_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFpho67JlWjSYRHgMjfVQgGVLKO6NMkUSHDugF6f7gbIuqPYSzj3PjfcUTFadIE4O2TG6vtPLn6lxUNn01UXtd58oCOwTB4R2d-14OJDnvPOUmq0ikwo5GcSyE-o4MdQs-4nMr04qGrwo47LO2FEPVMk5upqOYjanfbYAC1oZhAcxuT2XuCD87A/s4032/IMG_2216.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQFpho67JlWjSYRHgMjfVQgGVLKO6NMkUSHDugF6f7gbIuqPYSzj3PjfcUTFadIE4O2TG6vtPLn6lxUNn01UXtd58oCOwTB4R2d-14OJDnvPOUmq0ikwo5GcSyE-o4MdQs-4nMr04qGrwo47LO2FEPVMk5upqOYjanfbYAC1oZhAcxuT2XuCD87A/w640-h480/IMG_2216.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Learning about the parts of seeds and seed germination! From the testa or skin to the cotyledon or food source for the embryo and the beginning of the leaves (it looks like a snake's tongue to me) and the radicle (root).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTq_WhTdRKrBXOv7a0Uu8ijSEDUO1sqL3YcM8u60TEXcPHwh1kMsU4dbI5MwNJ6f8uYv1rsVLUWiRdiG161pyUmdnScDFyo1M4es3j0MvCRGamwTsFM88ugJ1BeU-_eb9Ms5hHsrJDxE7oriq8DFfI1-xGRBj4bcc9G9ejymwfNpxBwD3XHdudQ/s4032/IMG_2217.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieTq_WhTdRKrBXOv7a0Uu8ijSEDUO1sqL3YcM8u60TEXcPHwh1kMsU4dbI5MwNJ6f8uYv1rsVLUWiRdiG161pyUmdnScDFyo1M4es3j0MvCRGamwTsFM88ugJ1BeU-_eb9Ms5hHsrJDxE7oriq8DFfI1-xGRBj4bcc9G9ejymwfNpxBwD3XHdudQ/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grow, seeds, grow!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwYJomtL5NcBlgUIgwODC4nsMu1v9T4o3OhHNs6HLabyBAqz-81O5kI44VYUqyyZAUDPdNyL9ifDLUtSNkCF8SJcvG4qfe_P1ynyHvJbQZyvjZxFltGBIleBpCvS2wFNzFlPieivOTjP6Eu1MLzmDuVe4jMtDMEg72u1n-Pv4c02ek9juvUM0uw/s4032/IMG_2220.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwYJomtL5NcBlgUIgwODC4nsMu1v9T4o3OhHNs6HLabyBAqz-81O5kI44VYUqyyZAUDPdNyL9ifDLUtSNkCF8SJcvG4qfe_P1ynyHvJbQZyvjZxFltGBIleBpCvS2wFNzFlPieivOTjP6Eu1MLzmDuVe4jMtDMEg72u1n-Pv4c02ek9juvUM0uw/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No, that's not a real dog next to me, that's Lassie, aka, Skylar, Abishai's new best friend/stuffed animal he carried around with him all day. Mrs. Kellie gave it to Keturah and Keturah did light up about it but then she gave it to Abishai since he loves Skylar, too. Justin has a small Skylar for some reason, too. I think this one came from the neighbor's house and maybe Justin's did, but I don't know. But this is how we did read alouds, today. I got to pet Skylar while Abishai took our orders and fed us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVERmkQs6Oz9O94-NpwWncB9PmiDVoQXtUTHQziJh3GQV1koaAOa4saykyTxtwycBYHcAvVg6JIlIYsb5nG0C_YaoAl52RzQUh2ebSCUFpwN_885jryjf1yBZrXVTTllvAp-wb-I1s95cP_tsjuS4CzQ3_HYMheGA5z5lxJGfEzfcQ7ObYUVwhjQ/s4032/IMG_2222.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVERmkQs6Oz9O94-NpwWncB9PmiDVoQXtUTHQziJh3GQV1koaAOa4saykyTxtwycBYHcAvVg6JIlIYsb5nG0C_YaoAl52RzQUh2ebSCUFpwN_885jryjf1yBZrXVTTllvAp-wb-I1s95cP_tsjuS4CzQ3_HYMheGA5z5lxJGfEzfcQ7ObYUVwhjQ/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was my lunch complete with a doughnut for dessert.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJG8saF23Lmcst9T5er3aibZibCQsybEIlrxiATFmoVFVWbAr4GpwFBJUl4xy6QGziUBo2YoBZrTJyx9KiYOaUUgZPxrNu23twUbRCR0gTWv4pT0lFV1McVbV2G_G1C7CHk8XCvUtBWig716pKwGrnVM4c_WoTZBby0yjc3_1DlCCz7KOiujg9A/s4032/IMG_2223.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNJG8saF23Lmcst9T5er3aibZibCQsybEIlrxiATFmoVFVWbAr4GpwFBJUl4xy6QGziUBo2YoBZrTJyx9KiYOaUUgZPxrNu23twUbRCR0gTWv4pT0lFV1McVbV2G_G1C7CHk8XCvUtBWig716pKwGrnVM4c_WoTZBby0yjc3_1DlCCz7KOiujg9A/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I forgot to send this one to Kellie today, but I will do it tomorrow. Totally adorable!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImiO3m8ym4eFaW0WZTwTE8OWwh6wS-Tr-YqCVpK6Q5dI9Sj8l0E_uY24PxDno1wCRnFR1BOO9coLUlCVTOgi2rcdylx_zTAidDxd1-V2zVe0w-rqAp7sG9YBJMU088nTkbT9NC3m_wERaBW1_NNOkMxuOzJ6e-07k9Vh4GDNaIFHQder1FYS61w/s3520/IMG_2225.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiImiO3m8ym4eFaW0WZTwTE8OWwh6wS-Tr-YqCVpK6Q5dI9Sj8l0E_uY24PxDno1wCRnFR1BOO9coLUlCVTOgi2rcdylx_zTAidDxd1-V2zVe0w-rqAp7sG9YBJMU088nTkbT9NC3m_wERaBW1_NNOkMxuOzJ6e-07k9Vh4GDNaIFHQder1FYS61w/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then Abishai had a jam session making up a new song. Keturah wanted to stop him and I was like um, absolutely not! We don't get to have many of these made up songs any more in this house. Sing away, kid, sing away!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiu9IUUAG8iOVr8mxUyFZ5IhjNUcO0WRKhr_q01vXINSD2hLvTsQKugm4d71xGBM3l6QTN4QmFAGyIGki79w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkHB3KstiiICUjrTf6b-dmKHZ1Nq556yvrde7_AowAQb005TtvL9W8za5pYrl717hX4NuNdgMIPAQgKjDjHUrl1b7cRLqLnsOpEb4E01EO5edZa20_f87YRcm-Di8O_iFIrBFn3CBlZ8VK2fpspqmTRuex6zSiFRbVPCo_z3jD9UYGkwi3l9dKQ/s3520/IMG_2226.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkHB3KstiiICUjrTf6b-dmKHZ1Nq556yvrde7_AowAQb005TtvL9W8za5pYrl717hX4NuNdgMIPAQgKjDjHUrl1b7cRLqLnsOpEb4E01EO5edZa20_f87YRcm-Di8O_iFIrBFn3CBlZ8VK2fpspqmTRuex6zSiFRbVPCo_z3jD9UYGkwi3l9dKQ/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3PGRH8PH2ondX1qF7ONsHb-5xdtCUCws1lIh7JyUwGuTUGY39-nHuWzFueKBYptQyDiNEAU3nIznpb-i4II_5H251aFTMhzznbwrnnXm4A7uWVr47AQC-K75aamopxzfIICBs-JCwiB_CyHM5of2pSQJSsrh1g_5W_hqYs7tEucKgPMhENFzEQ/s4032/IMG_2230.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3PGRH8PH2ondX1qF7ONsHb-5xdtCUCws1lIh7JyUwGuTUGY39-nHuWzFueKBYptQyDiNEAU3nIznpb-i4II_5H251aFTMhzznbwrnnXm4A7uWVr47AQC-K75aamopxzfIICBs-JCwiB_CyHM5of2pSQJSsrh1g_5W_hqYs7tEucKgPMhENFzEQ/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Skylar got to watch Abishai do his screen time, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bAiDoGmEp83O-jGovfe8GHrnYVFppZnjeI_2EumF48Kz_268qOISZW_sjTqKnTnDjzff8sFPGmNWT6jpifcZN-NmKoBD73hpxnLSg3UWXcybl6tgVqng8UFpLk95wrkrCOxCfVDdlcaxpH28CdhHO60mLKp33sjnbob59j1LZ0BZZXbKxKDLpg/s4032/IMG_2231.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2bAiDoGmEp83O-jGovfe8GHrnYVFppZnjeI_2EumF48Kz_268qOISZW_sjTqKnTnDjzff8sFPGmNWT6jpifcZN-NmKoBD73hpxnLSg3UWXcybl6tgVqng8UFpLk95wrkrCOxCfVDdlcaxpH28CdhHO60mLKp33sjnbob59j1LZ0BZZXbKxKDLpg/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our little martial artist is doing so well. Sometimes it takes him a second or two to realize what the others are doing, but once he realizes it, he's giving it 110%.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzARFlhOLCldVlqaikHxTCpnIsN76VvJsunkCzkIIldEKQSx4tsKv7SQGzB-P4vKzkNp2IRn1Feumkm53m1Iw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyTx4gSu6_JkCQxK8AupXZ27GGgiP-9Iezbt1ohAj6SgZkXl14QTEngbgdr_w5oVCKugol5yI50PmN1Fq2yQQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5yFtYxE3LHcXo60z-YxkVnCXVIDoHuiIttSP_NoDaTcXq2HGQGQk_a7dW06suUsK2vdsxW94JOrrR0gn_9zpd_84aRyW7pOAuUIRAilyWJnBawNszZlxbb6ViOpRvfTre5ZfDtoPnjLIogP6SCJWTOJwItWoPzAT6oJuV-V43K5UMSQO8G3Ztw/s3520/IMG_2234.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim5yFtYxE3LHcXo60z-YxkVnCXVIDoHuiIttSP_NoDaTcXq2HGQGQk_a7dW06suUsK2vdsxW94JOrrR0gn_9zpd_84aRyW7pOAuUIRAilyWJnBawNszZlxbb6ViOpRvfTre5ZfDtoPnjLIogP6SCJWTOJwItWoPzAT6oJuV-V43K5UMSQO8G3Ztw/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out his jump! Because he's so lightweight, he springs up there like it's nothing! Actually, they left 10 minutes in the class because it took that long to figure out a champion of this last time they did it. But tonight, all the big boys failed it on the first try except for Marcus. That kid has some great form and springs up high and tucks in his feet very well. It was between him and a girl a foot shorter than him or again, just has agility to spring up the right way. At first, they both failed at the same height, so they both tried again and succeeded, so they went up to the next height. Then they both failed at that height, so then they called it a tie and had them quit. Actually, I keep looking at this photo as I type this and I'm pretty amazed at the height that Abishai got. How on earth does his little body get up so high?! It's all that practicing on the trampoline, and my walls, and maybe even the ceilings, and the couch cushions, and his brothers, and and and. He's so strong and mighty, like a little David from the Bible. A mighty warrior. Like his namesake. Abishai, part of David's army, and then Nathan, a prophet. This photo is just perfect. I need to send this to Tess tomorrow as well. She'll get a kick, literally, out of this.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcbiok6wwtYL82Ef1qP02VBHz8SdbBnPJVcxWMHSy13lIPUOxL05d6z9VEMOuzgCiWqQknw0Zxqfsv_41z8CxWdGhPPy-r5lYUFx45wwzXrnsaD_eAWpz5DSc0MpRYODeBX2XhF3p2VXZhR7HHhgEFWXY141-vCDdC1od-WtNmN0UabGSNYfiew/s1792/IMG_2236.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcbiok6wwtYL82Ef1qP02VBHz8SdbBnPJVcxWMHSy13lIPUOxL05d6z9VEMOuzgCiWqQknw0Zxqfsv_41z8CxWdGhPPy-r5lYUFx45wwzXrnsaD_eAWpz5DSc0MpRYODeBX2XhF3p2VXZhR7HHhgEFWXY141-vCDdC1od-WtNmN0UabGSNYfiew/w296-h640/IMG_2236.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, Easter is 10 days away and Indiana weather can't figure itself out.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFepr2Sh_hDg5x5wpyT-f850QepFf0LmCE1n5XMabex3XA2BdcJh-Mn5PwgPflyoHoHen5KMSQ4G7_hngYezORiF_np9C_7PI3jQuHvlc5llv7BOxctAp3pVfwk7IrLJHNqrJ5NYOdaIgN7ct4xLouz2IND2FDCzzDCvV-JcbuehPlLBuK0lDMUQ/s1792/IMG_2237.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFepr2Sh_hDg5x5wpyT-f850QepFf0LmCE1n5XMabex3XA2BdcJh-Mn5PwgPflyoHoHen5KMSQ4G7_hngYezORiF_np9C_7PI3jQuHvlc5llv7BOxctAp3pVfwk7IrLJHNqrJ5NYOdaIgN7ct4xLouz2IND2FDCzzDCvV-JcbuehPlLBuK0lDMUQ/w296-h640/IMG_2237.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And New Orleans is already way too hot. Abishai is going to die in that heat. We can't even reach those lows as highs right now. Crazy! How am I supposed to pack them tomorrow? A little bit of this, a little bit of that. Well, mostly for these temps, with just an extra outfit in case something happens on travel day. Wowzers! Get out the sprinklers and pools already! That's like the highs on PEI in peak summertime! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Friday - Finishing Touches</p><p>- It was a struggle, but we managed to finish the school week, including the history week, yeah! We managed to get the kids prepacked. Yeah! And we managed to get the house totally guest ready, yeah! Now, nobody move! Nobody make a mess tomorrow while I'm gone for a few hours! If you do, you die! Bwahahahaha! No seriously, I'll be really mad. So clean up in the kitchen after lunch, and take all your showers before 4pm. And eat before 5pm. I should be home by then. Then a quick swish and swipe and bite to eat. Then it's Socks' birthday celebration. And then after guests go home, final pack up of kids and off to grandparents. Then I can finally relax.</p><p>- I basically refused to leave the house today, and that was a good thing. Jared went to Kroger for me to get my prescription and waited for 30 minutes! And picked up a couple of other things he needed/wanted and I asked him for a couple of grocery items. I did take Justin to a pizza and game night with the New Pal youth group, but that was a quick 20 minutes while Jared, Keturah and Abishai were eating. I did get to make a real dinner tonight. Oh, and I had a real shower as well. And I didn't get to really lay down but I sat down for a couple of minutes on my green couch today, first time in a week or two or three weeks. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzClFpl3uSqDRA6jxWPvfvxz9UppoDOV3po8A2Wx0kfUyel7wgZuAad9rHOvjleO7E2NL0i6Sw-5zn79SPstzlJsyDJ12K4avpVqO8Sd6TPJNRg67Co33XYVBrRv8nZZpY2rBFAS8vgyw-FlgqdBzz3xj6yB6Qkxb3GKHYptgYrURPKTjUqd2CQ/s720/277731604_10160214129617704_7616282239239750594_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="415" data-original-width="720" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzClFpl3uSqDRA6jxWPvfvxz9UppoDOV3po8A2Wx0kfUyel7wgZuAad9rHOvjleO7E2NL0i6Sw-5zn79SPstzlJsyDJ12K4avpVqO8Sd6TPJNRg67Co33XYVBrRv8nZZpY2rBFAS8vgyw-FlgqdBzz3xj6yB6Qkxb3GKHYptgYrURPKTjUqd2CQ/s320/277731604_10160214129617704_7616282239239750594_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This did actually blow my mind! Although someone corrected the original poster and said that Subway sandwhiches are more like 10 inches long. But, still, we 5 ft people are really short.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV7dInbT_uU-iMs3ywBc3PIEtuFaZx85O7uFKZQmz-sSYCD4YR4C-9cncnRev76cMivK4HUHVjhN6SaCrXx2KW6kfiQ3pcNOt8_J6KN1jNosYW5sRHsXtYV9qpNSKFkuxHtEuQjwfuxyhXvn9ebxgJtWIV6iUcYPOuPwdM5B-jlHdPA715L7xOQ/s960/IMG_2238.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzV7dInbT_uU-iMs3ywBc3PIEtuFaZx85O7uFKZQmz-sSYCD4YR4C-9cncnRev76cMivK4HUHVjhN6SaCrXx2KW6kfiQ3pcNOt8_J6KN1jNosYW5sRHsXtYV9qpNSKFkuxHtEuQjwfuxyhXvn9ebxgJtWIV6iUcYPOuPwdM5B-jlHdPA715L7xOQ/w400-h400/IMG_2238.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1w8CtdonpVWXEj11izHiu4-IxqopaJESKwh35m3rxu1JX6o7X-ByDJSSbeayQbSCE3oNXOSmebH_Wgtpj1p_jm4wrqGNszgRILqiKg4KZyekc-IX3sbZQrZH7YjdJhg4l5XkHp3Agp9X-ho6iGTpkdGDbSOmESzrkG5IThoGcyh8w5m-5uzvwCw/s4032/IMG_2239.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1w8CtdonpVWXEj11izHiu4-IxqopaJESKwh35m3rxu1JX6o7X-ByDJSSbeayQbSCE3oNXOSmebH_Wgtpj1p_jm4wrqGNszgRILqiKg4KZyekc-IX3sbZQrZH7YjdJhg4l5XkHp3Agp9X-ho6iGTpkdGDbSOmESzrkG5IThoGcyh8w5m-5uzvwCw/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Why yes, we did have snowflakes in the air today and it was cold enough to put on a winter coat. And PEI actually did have a significant snowfall this week in 2022 and in 2015. The photos from the snowstorm in 2015 popped up in my Facebook feed! And the wind was howling so bad that I couldn't see out the back door back then!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghK1WbNN4TNQaGKYrrBlfisOh_0w-Ym_ZhFAgykqrPYlOiZcXsVL4ZsIVlDToQcrXLBENTQu-MC0S6mCLLmnJGfK-bFeUIuw3pV1PduO_KFTBVbz_36_ssOjJCcz1mMkXPEifbNjqJs_FxQp0mHZyipZkv2pGQ4A4CV4D3rUgxUmubC_0MeveJQw/s4032/IMG_2242.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghK1WbNN4TNQaGKYrrBlfisOh_0w-Ym_ZhFAgykqrPYlOiZcXsVL4ZsIVlDToQcrXLBENTQu-MC0S6mCLLmnJGfK-bFeUIuw3pV1PduO_KFTBVbz_36_ssOjJCcz1mMkXPEifbNjqJs_FxQp0mHZyipZkv2pGQ4A4CV4D3rUgxUmubC_0MeveJQw/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin didn't eat the last egg from our first round of Jell-O eggs and look how small it got from the water evaporating! I never covered it. Instant science lesson! The new one is orange flavored. Keturah already ate both of hers from the new bath. Abishai ate Justin's old red one and one of his new orange ones.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzcGsbglPKIi78WyBuwuUo97tPOWVKetZxaf2NZy6EvYx-C0rzpqQg2T5YRC7Rstq9cv4gfqF2PU2VFrvx8zGXBDXo9QH2-FuDhM9nV7e5aYLdkuVR6AT2jpGcRy0NtAh-a2xBUzT1a6oAe5cvY20wHDnDiJkIjavnmsiMq4RSGHFTntjsHMcwg/s1792/IMG_2243.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzcGsbglPKIi78WyBuwuUo97tPOWVKetZxaf2NZy6EvYx-C0rzpqQg2T5YRC7Rstq9cv4gfqF2PU2VFrvx8zGXBDXo9QH2-FuDhM9nV7e5aYLdkuVR6AT2jpGcRy0NtAh-a2xBUzT1a6oAe5cvY20wHDnDiJkIjavnmsiMq4RSGHFTntjsHMcwg/w296-h640/IMG_2243.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, this makes me sick. Wrong move, Fox News. This email/news outlet calls him by his original name, Bruce Jenner, but he goes by the name of Caitlyn Jenner and is transgender becoming a woman in 2015 and now completely dresses, talks, and acts that part. The wikipedia article on him refers to him as Republican and Christian, and maybe he is, because there are definitely some that are out there like that. I heard the interview of what he/she believes about the transgender man Lia Thomas has down to the NCAA swimming nationals this year and he isn't combative and actually doesn't believe that Lia Thomas should be allowed in women's sports, and that he wouldn't have competed in women's sports because of his original DNA despite the actual hormones and sex change whatevers. And that's why Fox hired him, because he straddles both fences. I haven't watched many Fox videos since they hired him because I am kind of mad that they did this. And I haven't had time all week. Plus Ukraine's situation hasn't changed much, Covid hasn't changed much, no one is covering any trucker thing, and I've got bigger fish to fry. It's just sad.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnW_nR1PMs5rxphKcLjM26h7HQoCMNwPLwbg0FqE31rhHlyknuLRjbJAet9WRF09NCQ9xfJSKb4DX5MnslgVoM5-xyHEKuR-e2I4kGxsHeh95CTgUQyyviU_ynRLqfgaiQ6BJl8p3LkmcH_dL6bm40ZFRlHJcUA0RfF_pzILJdKplGaZUEauclw/s4032/IMG_2247.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnW_nR1PMs5rxphKcLjM26h7HQoCMNwPLwbg0FqE31rhHlyknuLRjbJAet9WRF09NCQ9xfJSKb4DX5MnslgVoM5-xyHEKuR-e2I4kGxsHeh95CTgUQyyviU_ynRLqfgaiQ6BJl8p3LkmcH_dL6bm40ZFRlHJcUA0RfF_pzILJdKplGaZUEauclw/s320/IMG_2247.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai was very anxious to start packing today. So I gave him little tasks to do while I did my usual morning routine and in between some school work. He's bring both Dinosaury and his new Skylar doggie.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fiHOT5F9q_wuS4bDgLCML02Fzec8usmNodwQF3k59AL-mMU9WMGZr0IOcRDrJenGfvfQiX7v1bNn9Zeokoz6ilhTYze6gcHt-ZK7-98eqtWzfmgkXorNsEFEwQi7pXum3GzfqGDGxrF1mjFkHQqvgixCUznWDBpoYrj1AAckjeZE8N-9MC4LOA/s4032/IMG_2248.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fiHOT5F9q_wuS4bDgLCML02Fzec8usmNodwQF3k59AL-mMU9WMGZr0IOcRDrJenGfvfQiX7v1bNn9Zeokoz6ilhTYze6gcHt-ZK7-98eqtWzfmgkXorNsEFEwQi7pXum3GzfqGDGxrF1mjFkHQqvgixCUznWDBpoYrj1AAckjeZE8N-9MC4LOA/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai finished another Abeka reader today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1MMeOqAINOpiv5WR7dSxYX1fQINbujeI3qKZPxDLSTugzag7fFHKR8WttN_69KGt_IhH2YTeOqQ8mD9oPS3khFzr2g7tPqRYojRYqN_m0x9qgN3YsdXcRXRfm7SZv3dIjOyG8PPVkT7854ixZ6sKVk7n7vOoYrf9bAlBkl_42-Cb5Wrrposr_Q/s4032/IMG_2249.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1MMeOqAINOpiv5WR7dSxYX1fQINbujeI3qKZPxDLSTugzag7fFHKR8WttN_69KGt_IhH2YTeOqQ8mD9oPS3khFzr2g7tPqRYojRYqN_m0x9qgN3YsdXcRXRfm7SZv3dIjOyG8PPVkT7854ixZ6sKVk7n7vOoYrf9bAlBkl_42-Cb5Wrrposr_Q/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the next Abeka reader looks really old! Actually, I'm not sure of when this was really printed because it's in almost new condition.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxxXDg4bDCMblvuc-eoRVMkAUsBnBOqKdQwW3XImrmLmxMQ79kJddOWdiH2Kxa7DJJSTFmNuXfBUUWCzSCwMj3nJffORu7ADs0icSBYwGVwUXgRaOSw3jqUTOOtbR2_jT9S3PNWPXmmm2PtMi7We7NwnbpOAYvd8SxWV8G8rjklrebTk-Pabc3Q/s4032/IMG_2250.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxxXDg4bDCMblvuc-eoRVMkAUsBnBOqKdQwW3XImrmLmxMQ79kJddOWdiH2Kxa7DJJSTFmNuXfBUUWCzSCwMj3nJffORu7ADs0icSBYwGVwUXgRaOSw3jqUTOOtbR2_jT9S3PNWPXmmm2PtMi7We7NwnbpOAYvd8SxWV8G8rjklrebTk-Pabc3Q/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It looks brand new!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrHm_fYqiypX5Piak4VyCzWeYP5D5fq6zU7B3Kqr4_Njn03Bvt5eu4TDarUqNHgHp1k3aOR5O8Eo4Jl_lPl3dpsXU1eWKHp7nGHg34hJBwS9TxLLL3_cTQaBm3sa0ttDLyJ-TUY4d5ymgkwBTU8ErM2STzhVWjFlQxv4paLIbhsJMuJCH7fwhqA/s4032/IMG_2251.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrHm_fYqiypX5Piak4VyCzWeYP5D5fq6zU7B3Kqr4_Njn03Bvt5eu4TDarUqNHgHp1k3aOR5O8Eo4Jl_lPl3dpsXU1eWKHp7nGHg34hJBwS9TxLLL3_cTQaBm3sa0ttDLyJ-TUY4d5ymgkwBTU8ErM2STzhVWjFlQxv4paLIbhsJMuJCH7fwhqA/w480-h640/IMG_2251.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbN18zHZvSVwbCl3s6RKC96W5QwU-74Z8lBi2ml5f-xRXLpZDxOkgGXztfOV-oMG4BqMfli9l-cqNnl2LrPDknLH9xBGFtvnVGpmiDccC2jr-DC8CdJHXyq1txOGnmM4EG6YgafNsclbchK7VY9Gg3KcE18eroWfj-CUFE9Xe2plmIBsJN4ZWDQ/s4032/IMG_2252.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZbN18zHZvSVwbCl3s6RKC96W5QwU-74Z8lBi2ml5f-xRXLpZDxOkgGXztfOV-oMG4BqMfli9l-cqNnl2LrPDknLH9xBGFtvnVGpmiDccC2jr-DC8CdJHXyq1txOGnmM4EG6YgafNsclbchK7VY9Gg3KcE18eroWfj-CUFE9Xe2plmIBsJN4ZWDQ/w480-h640/IMG_2252.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's actually a collection of a ton of stories and illustraters that had been put into one volume in 1960's. Abeka didn't exist until 1972, so the copyright and print date of 1962 must have to do with whatever original book it was that Abeka adapted it from. I have no idea but it does work with the sequence of special sounds we had been working on. I need to do some chart work with Abishat, but I'm sure he'll do fine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGUt3_9Mo_QHRvxfxDtqRQIuykGDBdBXH2xaMVTbI-LbjprJj1VnlpcctnLTzlS8O3p_nDPnc1HlZTIqSa3khNBqliIafDnn5T9QLWmH0Zkj7tbZxxUzgTimHV9fHRvkMZzX0ijMmKC5hY9m2h1rvtFjZLSM-aCVKdQl-Y3NCQ8yRGUmsQNRCDw/s4032/IMG_2253.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGUt3_9Mo_QHRvxfxDtqRQIuykGDBdBXH2xaMVTbI-LbjprJj1VnlpcctnLTzlS8O3p_nDPnc1HlZTIqSa3khNBqliIafDnn5T9QLWmH0Zkj7tbZxxUzgTimHV9fHRvkMZzX0ijMmKC5hY9m2h1rvtFjZLSM-aCVKdQl-Y3NCQ8yRGUmsQNRCDw/s320/IMG_2253.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Man, we have to upgrade little man to a bigger bag because he wants his music box and I want him to take along the Resurrection Eggs. Keturah wanted to put her inline skates in her suitcase, so there wasn't room for Abishai's stuff either. If I had gone, Abishai could have just used his bag for clothes and I would have taken up the slack. Oh well. Big little guy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii0RHYucA7Ee-1wsvHtGkpGnRDeBFXmsCXA9xJie0hsEDQOkV5k98OVmnTNef8c6MttgkhSv-Z_uL_isKwToRZW0is4zWLsTzX1tU5updNFg_4BluEQVtnVPkKhBuA4dGOnRJsTOwjGhbAogdgQrG1LvVhGqE-V9ZifUZY9tb4qZ1zB-4kbFAnA/s4032/IMG_2254.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii0RHYucA7Ee-1wsvHtGkpGnRDeBFXmsCXA9xJie0hsEDQOkV5k98OVmnTNef8c6MttgkhSv-Z_uL_isKwToRZW0is4zWLsTzX1tU5updNFg_4BluEQVtnVPkKhBuA4dGOnRJsTOwjGhbAogdgQrG1LvVhGqE-V9ZifUZY9tb4qZ1zB-4kbFAnA/w640-h480/IMG_2254.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You know it's primary season when.....you get lots of campaign mail. Actually, the questionairre is from the Republican Party and has very leading questions about the Biden agenda or whatever so I guess it's not opposite of Mike Speedy's stuff today. But it's addressed to Jared so I can't fill it out. Who knows if Jared will actually do it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzE0973W6PSu-6WIZKyacqjb48x805VeQ_DIXw5PcWi6PBxdUZgr7lbUc1xvxuMNT9dtVNDK4V3dfuIxMV8Fw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwk1FJNM1UkLomJ5b9zEWruAXOJnmnpFF69zaKvwbzC4YH5x3vg6GURDNZNx7kkItoQHZwrWJQLqrgdfOOUIA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHx_NzyazD0bp-U0AKLewHBSmuG8ibRXHbkGvWS5LpDQHKQMbrBcmJ5mP_Y7rwshroo8rGf9vOCBP9vNxMGQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42UmyhryIXDCJcJvF63D4Y9sTFGq8edOiAzZpg_mN0tdG1JBxCwbrYpjvOVFjc2jkfgU1C_Z0tmWVlLx_JdUWsOoBMc2lmd_0z9fo8ocQvoElmQtuJ3ZQdKGUDyNaj3fAtA6F067X6RY4-xG_XJMIzd1tMM6JcqAnN4VcdVng1h5BQOPuL9SPrg/s3520/IMG_2256.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42UmyhryIXDCJcJvF63D4Y9sTFGq8edOiAzZpg_mN0tdG1JBxCwbrYpjvOVFjc2jkfgU1C_Z0tmWVlLx_JdUWsOoBMc2lmd_0z9fo8ocQvoElmQtuJ3ZQdKGUDyNaj3fAtA6F067X6RY4-xG_XJMIzd1tMM6JcqAnN4VcdVng1h5BQOPuL9SPrg/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We actually decluttered the living room again and Socks has room to play! Time for a little sheep action! Socks still has pretty good reflexes for a few minutes at a time. He gets tired of the game pretty quickly though. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbuLluiBMZMDV9KbwU47d4qLeN1ICasRIJ9pn0X9Xkk3mlfFHB4cDtGGvW0KaCO5sMh-mb64HCzl80ub_v78vb5oUM0anIFIOg2OAdV3tQHwsbLv6D9NEz_zYV2q-81JAJr8sI0TDXgJVYch3rHVmBhxalcL4ynKFowq2fxRHFSnMamS9WsQW7Q/s3520/IMG_2257.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijbuLluiBMZMDV9KbwU47d4qLeN1ICasRIJ9pn0X9Xkk3mlfFHB4cDtGGvW0KaCO5sMh-mb64HCzl80ub_v78vb5oUM0anIFIOg2OAdV3tQHwsbLv6D9NEz_zYV2q-81JAJr8sI0TDXgJVYch3rHVmBhxalcL4ynKFowq2fxRHFSnMamS9WsQW7Q/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBT9OlTK7iw7K3lV7hlPxaWrB2Zsg3KQfaO3d3OXXOqYu3AUKTkb920-FIapb2rd5f_A0Wo0aPLYEAZTpo6zivzcvXjog4-yPQF2Jg6tVnOGzHEX_cQ2gXA13K0LvPi7ZGCGJB45ZN7CaabLfWsVe2XtwEGvFWONttNfwxDdwG_ZKbtfpCLLDHg/s1792/IMG_2262.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBT9OlTK7iw7K3lV7hlPxaWrB2Zsg3KQfaO3d3OXXOqYu3AUKTkb920-FIapb2rd5f_A0Wo0aPLYEAZTpo6zivzcvXjog4-yPQF2Jg6tVnOGzHEX_cQ2gXA13K0LvPi7ZGCGJB45ZN7CaabLfWsVe2XtwEGvFWONttNfwxDdwG_ZKbtfpCLLDHg/w296-h640/IMG_2262.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin, it's not spring. You need more than shorts and a t-shirt.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDu44ksHGruoFJIvb95ohrk36zhvEgbXtsakeq0tbzeTe33QenkJPJQEwD3iSoV3VnG07s9ExWTHHbEsr2J9NzJAj648H4oY3HX4z5txcqUPtbTysEMJBuJAl4yBzlJjpAXvPDmL7T84XULKtQ-IaF-nt_w_DHt9BsXUSKXP3ZcNU8lzLROp2SA/s4032/IMG_2263.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtDu44ksHGruoFJIvb95ohrk36zhvEgbXtsakeq0tbzeTe33QenkJPJQEwD3iSoV3VnG07s9ExWTHHbEsr2J9NzJAj648H4oY3HX4z5txcqUPtbTysEMJBuJAl4yBzlJjpAXvPDmL7T84XULKtQ-IaF-nt_w_DHt9BsXUSKXP3ZcNU8lzLROp2SA/s320/IMG_2263.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I made Justin change out of his grubby white t-shirt at least. But I didn't see that he had on his mowing shoes. Oh my-lanta! Kid! You have zero fashion sense! It's a good thing your friends don't have fashion sense either. Or we choose friend groups where it doesn't matter. But, Justin was going to the New Palestine Bible Church's youth group pizza and game night wearing a Flashes (Franklin Township) logo t-shirt. Does he not have a clue about sport rivalry? Again, thank goodness half of the youth group is made up of our homeschooling friends now, lol. What a clueless child he is! But that's what makes him lovable! And that's why he has so many friends. I'm so super proud of him so far. I'm having fun watching how he's balancing two sets of friends right now. Going to youth group at one church and going to small group at a different group. Not everyone could pull that off. But because he doesn't see how potentially socially fatal that could be, he just goes along and has fun wherever he's at. And that, my friends, is the most wonderful gift someone could ever have. I wish I had that. I so totally wish I had that! I'm letting him totally lead on it, too. He knows my struggles and he knows I'm not going to cut him off from anything. It's his choice and I will take him wherever whenever. It's all happy and actually really healthy. Why can't you split your time between different social circles? He's comfortable wherever he goes because he stays in the moment and is a goofball. I love this goober to death. We have a lot in common but he's an enneagram 9 and I'm an ennegram 6. He's a peacemaker and I'm a worrier. Just have fun and wear whatever you can find.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZKlahf13NpZhPB6lmhpPMBEM5ukcHAJWqD9e_bdpcknb8YjZ0_6K5Ojhi2GBClyTRiiXWYKa9K-aQkCBMQO9dKWWPqiZz0bxWTRG3mguGd4TzC1hlyMnpTtRy2c8BOGiKczDr828LA2j4F_DEkMvkA7LJwIi1sciLuFznZ6HJsFvJ9FVe1UKAQ/s4032/IMG_2265.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvZKlahf13NpZhPB6lmhpPMBEM5ukcHAJWqD9e_bdpcknb8YjZ0_6K5Ojhi2GBClyTRiiXWYKa9K-aQkCBMQO9dKWWPqiZz0bxWTRG3mguGd4TzC1hlyMnpTtRy2c8BOGiKczDr828LA2j4F_DEkMvkA7LJwIi1sciLuFznZ6HJsFvJ9FVe1UKAQ/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy spoiled the baby again! He stopped by Kroger to get my medication (and it took over 30 minutes again! ugh!) and since his favorite little man was going away for 6 days, he had to get him some presents. But Daddy didn't get Keturah anything! Keturah should be super jealous! The Hot Wheels are $1 each, the figurines were $2 each and the book was $10. But still, totally spoiled baby. But Abishai wasn't allowed to open anything until he got to New Orleans. And I know he's going to make good use out of it all. Jared was also thinking he could tease ASEN about comparing Harry Potter characters with Star Wars characters and teach them something. Well, these are just Mandalorian characters but we don't have a book on them yet, so it will be fun for Abisahi to read. It's very colorful with large print so Abishai can sound out the words and study the book like he does the others. It will keep him occupied when he can't have the electronics and others are busy with school and work. It's still a workweek and school week for ASEN. Spoiled brat though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzERbIh5heBVhxaEh-gIFs0E-mV_prv6chPJ916-jDaLDFXI5ZK2umGwGNzeVKmIkMo7zRYJJqE5In4f7bs1aFnramxhQDn4GD49I4gep2_CKE9VKIPMlF_wtHbQry26rLEVqXC-XUSBWQjFEfqX7cGeuajr8--wHC4wMBFn8UVVQ98DYvuNbsw/s3520/IMG_2266.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzERbIh5heBVhxaEh-gIFs0E-mV_prv6chPJ916-jDaLDFXI5ZK2umGwGNzeVKmIkMo7zRYJJqE5In4f7bs1aFnramxhQDn4GD49I4gep2_CKE9VKIPMlF_wtHbQry26rLEVqXC-XUSBWQjFEfqX7cGeuajr8--wHC4wMBFn8UVVQ98DYvuNbsw/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy, daddy, look what I found!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwwFWlqieU2SeRkgEyscMGM0WoM25lMfa9JDdOCUsYOqsTQxxFsx29ZhmxdvQtY-aDD8iWvcUC2n_5wu6kSpw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzevnCQESADU3vcWSu-weRULS1Yg9RPa7y75eZVtvCCx2jcruEylqpaBMmqzNILwNcUKusUhpjY_FK39jeHKQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - 3 events, 9 hrs</p><p>- I'm a mom boss! I tackled 3 major events this week and pulled them off in 9 hrs today! First, I had an IAHE booth at a Purple 4 Parents event today where they showed a video called "The Mind Polluters" which showed how awful the comprehensive sex education in public schools is. For example, what they talk about and show the youngest of minds and how they start training and corrupting them into a LGBTQ and gender fluidity starting as soon as they enter their schools. Not just not talking about abstinence, but saying porn is normal, and masturbation is ok, and how the new mental and health clinics are setting up shop right next door to schools and taking over. They continue to cut off the parent from their children. They also talked about SEL or social emotional learning and the damage it does. It's all about making decisions based on feelings rather than truth and logic and thinking. No wonder I can't logically reach anyone these days. The parents can't even think in black and white anymore. There is no reality to them. It's all about how their child feeds that day. Does he feel like being a fish today, then let him. No, it's wrong. He's a boy.</p><p>- The discussion was starting to get heated, so I think they turned things around so it wouldn't get messy. There were some political candidates as well, but they must be educated me. Oh there's so much to do and so little time. I wish I could get more involved in this. But another IAHE volunteer showed up and I didn't even know she was coming! So that was cool to have another person there. I'll have to remember that. </p><p>- It was also fruitful personally because I met another person who works with college courses, so I'll look into that this week and see if it works for Justin. I have to make a decision soon. But we are all afraid to make decisions.</p><p>- Socks' birthday was a lot of fun. It felt like it was quick, but he's a dog so there wasn't exactly much to do. I think Dan and Mary simply forgot. Alicia was tired from her week so she crawled back into bed. But Jen Wagar and 5 of the kids came. Actually, none of the kids were born when Socks was except Wolf. The older kids are well, off on their own and I guess Cordelia wasn't feeling good. Bummers. I hadn't thought about the older kids just not being interested like Benaiah not being interested. Benaiah isn't even making time to be over this week for Socks' actual birthday. Which I am bummed about. Oh well, Abishai had a good time playing with Nesho' and Evangeline. Alamonzo got hurt on the four tire swing, whoops. But at least they were outside for a bit. We sang happy birthday and Socks had part of his birthday cake treat. The kids took home their treats because it was getting late. </p><p>- Jen, Jared, and I talked for a good part of the time they were there. I think it was good for Jared to hear how Keith and Jen have also struggled in their transition back from Bosnia. Relationships had changed also for them, and as Jen said, our church doesn't know how to welcome families back from the mission field. We don't have a strong mission pastor/ministry presence right now. Keith and Jen also had a very rough transition back and their kids actually didn't want to come back. Our kids were fine with it, it was just me that has had the issues. But they also haven't found a solid small group or friend group either, despite also doing Rooted. And they don't want to be the leader of anything since Keith leads stuff at work all day. It's tough. We are burnt out. And there's no support for burnt out ministry leaders at church because we have fresh new faces leading our church now. So, at least Jared heard it from someone else's lips instead of just mine. Their kids go to Sunday School and have sometimes connected with things, but Jen and Keith are barely connected. So, that was an interesting part of the conversation.</p><p>- We also talked about adult kids a ton. And of course that's pretty cool. And homeschooling. And the young kids a bit. Jen always a lot, and pretty fast. I was getting tired, and at one point, Leah texted to ask, "So......when are you bringing the kids over?" Meaning, aren't the kids supposed to be at my house by now? Um, no, we said dog birthday party and it's only 7:30pm anyway. Gary was loading the car already. Hold your shorts. I've been gone all day. One event at a time. You're the third event on my list and I'm trying to give full attention to one thing at a time. Good grief.</p><p>- As Wagar's were getting ready to leave, Abishai was so ready to go to Grandma's house that he started to bring his stuff out, which to me was embarrassing, but whatever. I just didn't want everything underfoot. And again, one event at a time. Start and stop, start and stop. Don't rush me. Plus, wait, I want to say good bye to you. And wait, you need to put your pjs on and brush your teeth and such before you go over and make it easier on Grandma. And wait, I'll give you your medication now so she doesn't have to worry about that either. And let me double check this thing. And have this thing organized. It doesn't help that they were to leave at 6am. Jared was trying to insert himself too and I had it all planned out if they all would just wait for me. It's when everybody starts to rush me that I get confused and forget what I'm doing. And then fighting begins. No, I don't want help. I have this handled if you will just back off and let me do it. I'm just slower at life than I was because my brain isn't as optimal, ok? And yes, that's always ok. I do my best to hurry up to the world's pace but when I do, I get flustered and I know I'm going to get mad and it's not going to look pretty. So, be prepared. Take it slow or see the angry side. I'm doing my best here. And my best isn't good enough for you, it's ok. It's good enough for Jesus. Nothing happened last night, but I'm just thinking ahead to the next time we are all on vacation together. There's a reason why it's only the two youngest are going and Jared and I are staying home. Well, there's many, many reasons. That's just one of them. I want to rest without the stress of family and unfamiliar surroundings. And I want to knock out a few things I need to get done and caught up on. And just be by myself. Oh yeah, and Jared's home, too. So, be with him, too, I guess, if he doesn't bug me too much that is. And Justin. Same thing. He's the one I have to catch up with. He's the "project" that I have fallen behind with and needs a lot of help. Loads to do. Can we do it all? We'll see.<br /></p><p>- Jared was the one to take them over to grandparents' house because I guess there was wood or something in the van and there was no seat for me. He got them settled, everything was communicated by him, Keturah and/or me, and it was time for our normal quiet routines at home in our separate decompression zones. #introverts that we are, lol. Then Gary texted that Abishai had a small nose bleed but he got it under control. I told him Abishai had one this morning and it was probably just dry air. I have no idea. He's got plenty of extra clothes with him if he gets blood on them. He's not sick. These things happen. And Abishai had settled back down at that point. So that was the end of the busy day.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmli1u7FaBdylBxN80TWdMdfD7Xzp1v9-olz4dZNAjjaE3nTVS87p3Yxd8QoC0zBmiAEWzCqUHQ1TEc4K2YmGzdUKDoEscovlqje7lmcsMkpGrn-UKzSpMbENmw1TVYpr4-fl2nF_LFlPVuuDwG2kkPawg_fLKo4jroCAJoIrK60jXu_2lbq0_-g/s4032/IMG_2269.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmli1u7FaBdylBxN80TWdMdfD7Xzp1v9-olz4dZNAjjaE3nTVS87p3Yxd8QoC0zBmiAEWzCqUHQ1TEc4K2YmGzdUKDoEscovlqje7lmcsMkpGrn-UKzSpMbENmw1TVYpr4-fl2nF_LFlPVuuDwG2kkPawg_fLKo4jroCAJoIrK60jXu_2lbq0_-g/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, snow, in April, in Indiana!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBlii9uoquqi-6VeKe7wxHB6lAdfFB6dhdY2fYE-7ZA2KRpnt9GBL2GbPi_YFkx6jhjwSR1zX3pin7DWc61B-W1-MlF3Och53VF6aAQKRgTIEcuZYX-fkxvlMldzKERRvnESAtQLrDxZM86q0EfroOUbmoRnGzBLbK1EjP3Exni1fO2E3bKD2TA/s940/IMG_2270.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="940" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBlii9uoquqi-6VeKe7wxHB6lAdfFB6dhdY2fYE-7ZA2KRpnt9GBL2GbPi_YFkx6jhjwSR1zX3pin7DWc61B-W1-MlF3Och53VF6aAQKRgTIEcuZYX-fkxvlMldzKERRvnESAtQLrDxZM86q0EfroOUbmoRnGzBLbK1EjP3Exni1fO2E3bKD2TA/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I actually do believe that. Why? Because back when Noah Webster lived at the turn of the 19th century, more of our country's people were Christians and our government's leaders had built the government from their Christian worldview, whether they meant to or not. Which came first, the Constitution or the 10 Commandments? And if you look at our most basic laws, they are based on a moral code that you find in the Bible. Our nation was created to be religiously neutral, yes, but nothing is 100% neutral. Worldview will always play a part. Even ancient civilizations have their laws tied to God's laws and moral codes. And we have freedom when those laws are obeyed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMzAPyTivkg4MOqSjG4GCIe43RjTtbQfSrno4ka28j69EVH3uWzOfQaVswPwFjrgiHA3OMv0QCUXK566QwEjclQsr1C3ASVCzO62c4yivLQKmhGhGkJ_TZ4k6SURy_w3TtGmKwspe28b6NLs6F35o22jJNhXvIrTYGP5acxvywZl1GNDvITgBxw/s1792/IMG_2271.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTMzAPyTivkg4MOqSjG4GCIe43RjTtbQfSrno4ka28j69EVH3uWzOfQaVswPwFjrgiHA3OMv0QCUXK566QwEjclQsr1C3ASVCzO62c4yivLQKmhGhGkJ_TZ4k6SURy_w3TtGmKwspe28b6NLs6F35o22jJNhXvIrTYGP5acxvywZl1GNDvITgBxw/w296-h640/IMG_2271.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Greatest of All Time. And yes, I agree. And I just saw someone write that Tiger Woods is the G.O.A.T of pro golf. Some would say Tom Brady is/was/is the G.O.A.T of pro football. I don't want to say he is because he's a jerk. I never said I liked him or rooted for him. I root for the New England Patriots. Not for Tom Brady. I rooted for them back in the Drew Bledsoe days, thank you. Peyton and Eli Manning are almost as good if not better athletes than Tom Brady and I think much better people than he is. I didn't like that Peyton left the Colts in the same manner that Brady left the Patriots, hanging out to dry, but what can you do. We still have the Children's hospital in his name and charity and all of that. And Eli is a fan favorite all over the place. I know there are Christians on just about any of the pro football teams and I knew of some on the Patriots football team. The coach was not nice though. It's just sports. We all have our favorite G.O.A.T.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8N0qbyUuXl5Ya577fhBZdXLunlXR2B5-eeSu8j2b0HZdLFHOrBv36dNsB-dFPHbOFatqqWretGVRL2QGD1fam-22XhCdpfF7VGghFTrblS29iJkUVdgQ5BO4xrvNmC4uK_ZElfgX5ggZq1jvtft4Hxq2edkZ04q3HPwksXrEGSMOvFvnqG8PZQ/s4032/IMG_2272.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8N0qbyUuXl5Ya577fhBZdXLunlXR2B5-eeSu8j2b0HZdLFHOrBv36dNsB-dFPHbOFatqqWretGVRL2QGD1fam-22XhCdpfF7VGghFTrblS29iJkUVdgQ5BO4xrvNmC4uK_ZElfgX5ggZq1jvtft4Hxq2edkZ04q3HPwksXrEGSMOvFvnqG8PZQ/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Read to me about Star Wars characters, Daddy. And then let's do our Bible stories, too!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA0GCknc3K3XMzTn0Wv8AZ4wjQ5nAihzIMTevVtArkHB7zjC8G_zM_M52DLgxhGEDzMPUmepN43_ZQ7iUs4Qmstnl_ygcMccijHsvmiOR-9gHUJ00pGJJqXZCo5DXUaDAxfiqwifpsm1iFdQlqztO4n5KDH4Xsdv2opc_YfP5gJaewZNifD6Xig/s4032/IMG_2273.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA0GCknc3K3XMzTn0Wv8AZ4wjQ5nAihzIMTevVtArkHB7zjC8G_zM_M52DLgxhGEDzMPUmepN43_ZQ7iUs4Qmstnl_ygcMccijHsvmiOR-9gHUJ00pGJJqXZCo5DXUaDAxfiqwifpsm1iFdQlqztO4n5KDH4Xsdv2opc_YfP5gJaewZNifD6Xig/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's so tiring keeping up with these kids all day!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGCmlqZJ3WM-ofEgwy5Tl5E9QT2DE2LRS_6aXMnBjV8V7yyPH27UZArxG08pc4Rum_Io54iLI9_3zbUcHVoGHG5QvhADEaEeD7AQFWJt5P6fIUuLRanLmX__WiFEdunqujEMEJziRtDCgZMe2tCbZNncQwnAiSv_ZQoJzykxAmFW7Nq2PJsdC2w/s3520/IMG_2274.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGCmlqZJ3WM-ofEgwy5Tl5E9QT2DE2LRS_6aXMnBjV8V7yyPH27UZArxG08pc4Rum_Io54iLI9_3zbUcHVoGHG5QvhADEaEeD7AQFWJt5P6fIUuLRanLmX__WiFEdunqujEMEJziRtDCgZMe2tCbZNncQwnAiSv_ZQoJzykxAmFW7Nq2PJsdC2w/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's a good Daddy! Playing Veggietale songs while baby guy is in the bathtub! Abishai might think he's a big guy and doing lots of things the big kids are doing, but he's still only 7. He still takes a bath. And we don't rush to change things like that. He still sleeps with the same music box he's had since birth. He still gets bed time stories. And now he's into Veggietales. This time the song was Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps. It was a Silly Song and not a Bible song but one of the oldies that we like. I told the kids they had to have their baths and chores and supper done before I got home from my IAHE event. Some got most of those things done. I'm glad Abishai go his bath done even before I left.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzRHp3HQ8tx-PpZvazxITK91jEpX5jDLOB-VBaLS2sXs1SDNKer1deWAbRniMsOw_R9Y2bschKiFwOWEwUciw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuf9BJIYQLGqF-Mak6Di3eoJohLQW6mAb1DyLDww8G7ypaQtQ335wUGiqz3o0w2npXgILWtvIAkh6rQf3dVCXXx3zAyiaFhl8JZGhQcbVouNUtPS1cnTMpl4cueEWQTDzuWtTSjN62Yg6pqoBUWyuDZOwjZ0UoLHlo_y8u7m5lINTxxvXtD2JoHQ/s4032/IMG_2276.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuf9BJIYQLGqF-Mak6Di3eoJohLQW6mAb1DyLDww8G7ypaQtQ335wUGiqz3o0w2npXgILWtvIAkh6rQf3dVCXXx3zAyiaFhl8JZGhQcbVouNUtPS1cnTMpl4cueEWQTDzuWtTSjN62Yg6pqoBUWyuDZOwjZ0UoLHlo_y8u7m5lINTxxvXtD2JoHQ/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For today's set up at the Purple for Parents event to show a documentary about how CSE (complete sex education) is done in public schools, I stuck with only IAHE materials. The HSLDA materials are ok, but they can confuse people. I'm glad I did. We had mostly older adults and they took materials to share with their grown children who would be potential homeschoolers. I was the first table right inside the main doors so it was the perfect spot! I was well aware of some of the CSE stuff so I wasn't totally shocked but I did get to see more of what is going on and it just made me even more made and passionate about sharing the information with others. The only thing that I can do though is to vote in good school board members and be there to catch people when they pull their kids out. And to pray that their eyes would be opened wide to what their precious children are being exposed to that is in direct opposition of what the Bible says. And if they don't know what the Bible says, for our preachers to get a grip and preach about it from the pulpit. Someone has to tell them. These new Christians and new parents with young ones do not have a clue because they have been brainwashed as well. We need boldness to speak into the my generation and the next generation. It's so frustrating. I learned a lot and it was good to be with people that have the same passionate spirit that I do.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjry84GJBouIDXC7aZtp6IGVsyHn13Cm8_PIVYq7f1RzC_ipL46hAsHK-HchY6E8_RHpXpzmwv9ty3gyUUmfSf-_hnTdZQjv2lgca8oe2RpRwthlFZYFt06zpyYXcyAieH22bv6YSmqLQYV9cNfDiI2ywzovT_SqOcTD0hVwjAS7pCMwl75xn_dYg/s4032/IMG_2278.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjry84GJBouIDXC7aZtp6IGVsyHn13Cm8_PIVYq7f1RzC_ipL46hAsHK-HchY6E8_RHpXpzmwv9ty3gyUUmfSf-_hnTdZQjv2lgca8oe2RpRwthlFZYFt06zpyYXcyAieH22bv6YSmqLQYV9cNfDiI2ywzovT_SqOcTD0hVwjAS7pCMwl75xn_dYg/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second event of the day was Socks' birthday party! We put the bowtie on him but then we couldn't find it again! It just slips onto the collar but his fur covers it up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gLvJF9mxudsw_c4lJbtwHdhfBGiOyPkKi5S1TLkzDqr6xMYULi3FTz4YhGGkTaphHX5XhuIjG4w31IF3b1KkDnHjSqpDo46G3bLxN3bNsoot4vh7kFFP1J9nopIv9rC6G0ZgP14Hnx01uHwWKQsr7ayw9yy8Q6C9xOElm7TvUyQesKqa4rBqeQ/s4032/IMG_2280.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4gLvJF9mxudsw_c4lJbtwHdhfBGiOyPkKi5S1TLkzDqr6xMYULi3FTz4YhGGkTaphHX5XhuIjG4w31IF3b1KkDnHjSqpDo46G3bLxN3bNsoot4vh7kFFP1J9nopIv9rC6G0ZgP14Hnx01uHwWKQsr7ayw9yy8Q6C9xOElm7TvUyQesKqa4rBqeQ/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, handsome!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU0-u4_xYG32WriVaCKyRKxuTd2ivzlAKxfWoY9bJ0Mwn5ixtipHMcjLG5kFfVXX4lhfcpkVp8-TjCJnc8Uh9MDS1FwJqJrgy_m1pk3sQuuk1hQ6jvzf2-Dx4EXOkse73PfkG6zCv5KC9wVGw5RpmkqVwEb88y9dYebjLEzrnnJSjMbzqX1_vWA/s4032/IMG_2281.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvU0-u4_xYG32WriVaCKyRKxuTd2ivzlAKxfWoY9bJ0Mwn5ixtipHMcjLG5kFfVXX4lhfcpkVp8-TjCJnc8Uh9MDS1FwJqJrgy_m1pk3sQuuk1hQ6jvzf2-Dx4EXOkse73PfkG6zCv5KC9wVGw5RpmkqVwEb88y9dYebjLEzrnnJSjMbzqX1_vWA/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12 candles! That's a lot to draw!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzVfoq3VBbfOKwRE2wBNlhdnCQMhheccqfmEIqVSuGE_dlA3xnxgj9if0bjD_9tuFUQzbhz6tq7Cl1YMfy3rMv1b1PHZwKCuSOg_Pu6LEsHrOma6k9a8sRIorH6aZ_zHLaXd0IVGCUPxb7cR5PV8tG8OF68c2en3LH4ypk_NcZfLVogSL6RuRAg/s4032/IMG_2282.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzVfoq3VBbfOKwRE2wBNlhdnCQMhheccqfmEIqVSuGE_dlA3xnxgj9if0bjD_9tuFUQzbhz6tq7Cl1YMfy3rMv1b1PHZwKCuSOg_Pu6LEsHrOma6k9a8sRIorH6aZ_zHLaXd0IVGCUPxb7cR5PV8tG8OF68c2en3LH4ypk_NcZfLVogSL6RuRAg/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a quick yummy for people and puppy.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWxr-7NpoqbP84Vbmk0rrbGx1ccxVUmLcAn9zQn8KlfUJXdpa4mK-dRxalBBlKd0Hr5OwFGf-rCVvwKCsftPzX9DSrnYqQK7qahqooqf2foRL6MiwCS66KIY0au-mePTQGN3jT-hdbqs1XpeN4KXwKvCGydM9JF844dsDPWJSfrzJ9vJcWDOf3Q/s4032/IMG_2284.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWxr-7NpoqbP84Vbmk0rrbGx1ccxVUmLcAn9zQn8KlfUJXdpa4mK-dRxalBBlKd0Hr5OwFGf-rCVvwKCsftPzX9DSrnYqQK7qahqooqf2foRL6MiwCS66KIY0au-mePTQGN3jT-hdbqs1XpeN4KXwKvCGydM9JF844dsDPWJSfrzJ9vJcWDOf3Q/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Let's a little bit better. But his fur still covers a good portion of the regular tie!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Rh7iTZEN8SoYSG32TyDh-02XZMSCaAaKkQ-A7Zlv00iX5zB3BkJ9xMpK8sH240RYXjncwpFYcRVyZd5mVu-myayV-OttdJmzJECJz48UqbCwDBKVXHGnHnAgQEpSBhDB-Jk1IsJjyC2iCFcPa-f0nTyyzOb36sk3U7t0Oq5-8_bEAnspPi1C5A/s4032/IMG_2286.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Rh7iTZEN8SoYSG32TyDh-02XZMSCaAaKkQ-A7Zlv00iX5zB3BkJ9xMpK8sH240RYXjncwpFYcRVyZd5mVu-myayV-OttdJmzJECJz48UqbCwDBKVXHGnHnAgQEpSBhDB-Jk1IsJjyC2iCFcPa-f0nTyyzOb36sk3U7t0Oq5-8_bEAnspPi1C5A/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awww, what a cutie!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd205AZcYciHVnUeunFphXoNtMu5Ygzx92bLImRp_jfqhOwwR-qW86CaQRfn7V7WUGoBf5C4qSLEE1KMzZrs6FbjU3H9ndiKw86I53BSyiL_h-5uhPjkr3FFfAgIk7_puTB2-AujuiUnhbn5JmeWzBKi2EKt85LohNPOpEb5CVFDPDWssJi-K6kA/s3520/IMG_2288.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd205AZcYciHVnUeunFphXoNtMu5Ygzx92bLImRp_jfqhOwwR-qW86CaQRfn7V7WUGoBf5C4qSLEE1KMzZrs6FbjU3H9ndiKw86I53BSyiL_h-5uhPjkr3FFfAgIk7_puTB2-AujuiUnhbn5JmeWzBKi2EKt85LohNPOpEb5CVFDPDWssJi-K6kA/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wagars helped us sang Happy Birthday to Socks. And that's Socks' birthday "cake." It has peanut butter, pumpkin, wheat, and a few other ingredients in it. Not many of the bad kinds either. He liked it and tolerated it well. Most of the Wagar kids that came weren't around when Socks was born though! Lol! Wolf was. And I think Jennifer said that the kids called Socks "Brownie" or something. The kids had made up names for all the puppies whereas Jenn didn't try to keep track of them all. We got Socks from them because they owned Socks Mom, Natalie, a pure white Great Pyrenees. She was barely 1 years old when he was born and he had 11 brothers and sisters, all born healthy, which is a miracle with that number of pups. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwoP7Zps7yrAcO5ev2FVRhKFLydtL3uMdmNA1XpzQFe7u-SISu-WW9edLUhflS1hkMLR5kdo17rrBdpdgHhZQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Sunday - The Good Silence</p><p>- Ooooo, the silence is a little deafening already! No joke! I thought it would take longer than this! I don't mind the extra chores and actually, there isn't as many because there's less to pick up and clean but wow, it's super quiet. I mean I stayed home as normal from church, but even that felt stranger because we didn't have the normal amount of noise getting everyone out the door TO church. Weird. I seriously thought it would take me awhile to notice it. Uh, this isn't good. Am I really going to miss my kids this soon? I started writing down my to do list thinking to myself not to make it too big because I know how I am and how the day gets away from me. But then I started getting bored this morning waiting for the guys to finish at church and started in on some of the little declutter here and fix this space there and uh, those type of things won't take long to do. And it actually stays clean! Like everything stays exactly where I put it! Yeah! So now what?! Am I going to blast through my whole list tomorrow? Am I going to get to listen to my whole podcast list in one day? Really? It would be totally awesome if I actually did everything on the list and got to add MORE to it. I was trying to be extra conservative and see what Jared wants to do, so we will go find that out with a date at McD's while Justin is at the New Pal youth group. Speaking of, time to go get ready! At least I started in on catching up with the blogs, at least the writing portions. That's the first big project. I'm way behind on some of vids, pics, and captions, even from last week, and then their backups, so I need to go through and catch them all up. It now shouldn't take me too long. The writing bits are always the hardest. And then having the couple of hours with no interruptions so that I lose where I left off is the best way to do the rest.</p><p>- Well, we've got our plan. I had a feeling we wouldn't get the bathroom project talked out, and that's ok. I think I ranted too much about other things and now Jared won't talk to me. I did drink a mocha. So, hopefully I can put that to good use right now and get some work done. And hopefully, the bad silent treatment is just for the next few hrs. I'm going to break the silence as much as I can because I promised us that we wouldn't do this. I nearly did with this little discussion about this week's schedule. So, we'll see how it goes. Onward, right?</p><p>- The kids made it to New Orleans safely. Although Keturah nearly spilled the beans about how close they were when Grandma wanted to keep it a secret. She needs to listen more carefully! </p><p>- Justin enjoyed his time with youth group talking about prophecies dealing with the Resurrection and how other religions have tried to copy the Resurrection. And then he was playing sharks and minnows with others, and Kya was playing as well. Jared was getting frustrated though. I should have left Justin alone and just walked over to the other side and talked to whoever was picking Kya up. Oh well. </p><p>- Chores are done, dog's medication has been given, Jared's outside doing something with wood, and it's eerily quiet inside. Like, wow, this is crazy. Where's my Abishai? There's no Lego clicking. There's no "hey Dad! hey Mom!" There's no constant doors open and closing. No one is in the kitchen. I can still hear the birds outside while the sun is up. There's no kids getting ready for bed. There's no "do this or do that" or kid discipline. Where is everybody? Oh my. First of all, there are times where I have wanted the quiet, yes, but I haven't overly wished for it. I have tried not to say, "I can't wait until you're all gone so it's quiet and peaceful." No, I'm not going to be that mom. Nope. I want an afternoon or a few days. I'm not going to look to the next phase of empty nesting. I'm going to be lonely and I'm not going to know what to do. Because for my whole adult life, I've had kids. I've always had to take care of a child. I've never been single and living on my own by myself. I've always had to take care of someone including my own baby. That's what happens when you get pregnant within two months of getting married. And I'm counting on having grandchildren before Abishai graduates or I'm going to have more than one dog or I'm going to start fostering dogs. Anyway, that's a long time from now. But, yes, the house should be busier. And it's not. It's weird. Already. And I didn't expect that. I'm going to be so excited by next weekend when I have knocked out many of these things. I knew it's just that kids do take up a lot of time and I choose to spend my time with my kids. You can't do it all, especially with physical issues. It's not from a lack of trying or motivation or skill. It's simply a lack of overall time. I'm a mom boss. It's going to be a good week.</p><p>- Whoops. I almost forgot to call the kids! Or rather, they forgot to call me? Well, Grandma to ask them if they wanted to call us but they didn't want to. I wished that she had insisted that they call us to say good night. They are still kids after all and I am a mom who wants to still be in contact with her kids especially we aren't used to be being apart much. And even if we were, saying good night should be a normal thing, right? I don't know. Sometimes we all forget that a 20 yr old kid is different than a 7 yr old kid and we treat them both the same. I just want to talk with and into (their lives) and about and for my kids, ok? So I'm going to give them (unsolicited) advice, text them when they don't care, call them every day, tease them whenever I feel like it until they might get red in the face, and they can just get over it because at the end of the day, they have a mom that cares. And Gen Z are easily offended and need to get over stuff. Don't ask if they want to talk to their mom or not. Tell them they are going to talk to their mom. We state things. We don't ask them. We don't ask if they want to do their chores. We tell them to do their chores. It's not an option to say good night to their mom. Good grief. That's just setting them up to never call me later on in life. No thank you. I don't HAVE to call you so I won't. You wouldn't like that, would you? Ok then. Tell, don't ask. Sigh. These are kids, not adults. And even then, there is a certain level of "you better be here or else" kind of understanding. Sigh. Anyway, we got a quick rundown of their day. Abishai sounded tired and ready for sleep already. He had gotten up earlier than normal and it was already really late here. They didn't know what they were going to do tomorrow. Aaron still has to work this week, the girls have CC on Tuesday, and normal routine I guess. Just because retirees have the week off, doesn't mean others do. So, it's not like Christmas vacation where you can just hang out. Good luck figuring all of that out. I've got my own work to figure out back here. Sigh.</p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tBNr2ozVpk1Z-e8wZMfNlQrAmEra__Ep62FHAOUh4ak6R16Ivn0uqeN0DLRV8EAtVbvURhCrSpzUOyLuTM9WSf8esqkgWU2MeuNykGHnMS3FpUQPsc7lOhsIbVevs_GrlR2dBsxWlKtaHeTb-uSgAHGb3jABD6UIZx9m0nHJruSq6Y97W-lECA/s1792/IMG_2303.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tBNr2ozVpk1Z-e8wZMfNlQrAmEra__Ep62FHAOUh4ak6R16Ivn0uqeN0DLRV8EAtVbvURhCrSpzUOyLuTM9WSf8esqkgWU2MeuNykGHnMS3FpUQPsc7lOhsIbVevs_GrlR2dBsxWlKtaHeTb-uSgAHGb3jABD6UIZx9m0nHJruSq6Y97W-lECA/s320/IMG_2303.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, the photos are opposite of chronolgoical order again, but I did take screenshots of the kids as they traveled with Grandma and Grandpa to New Orleans today. Keturah kept us updated via texting. She said they stopped twice to eat and a third time for the bathroom. 12 1/2 hrs of driving/riding, yuck. I hate that drive. I have a hard time with the Michigan drive now. But here they are crossing the bridge into the parish I think next to Aaron and Shauna's parish.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovNRnn9WBJCHo9NMK6cqx7oOcr0q94fSJWiY7q7Qq7bYvHn0ROch3yhPp--xrLf6StmBZu4Y_T_V-SRj6qeQbSUvTGOt9dzpbAZvSb9AWtIY02eqsS_naCukRyOFt_Lygyfpr6ocMIhWu7xVsLp6iF5-Njek8FO6JPZI_4OBHa0pwAQzd38WSIw/s1792/IMG_2302.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovNRnn9WBJCHo9NMK6cqx7oOcr0q94fSJWiY7q7Qq7bYvHn0ROch3yhPp--xrLf6StmBZu4Y_T_V-SRj6qeQbSUvTGOt9dzpbAZvSb9AWtIY02eqsS_naCukRyOFt_Lygyfpr6ocMIhWu7xVsLp6iF5-Njek8FO6JPZI_4OBHa0pwAQzd38WSIw/s320/IMG_2302.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffV_Z7ogL5IDcyFXYMzl-fgbMugcPa68QlzJSJSxTN9jF3MBFQNs2BtGj_i6Q7umg2Ine9E7DlWErZTWnJfF7GeG_5VR5YmBWNY4PeY8-V6R13KDGDUDjsgTG-ecvg-HLwo8aLFsXv9teiCQLRt6AufzGj302P0xV4qd8G1FcrfZTfWhccY3c9w/s4032/IMG_2301.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffV_Z7ogL5IDcyFXYMzl-fgbMugcPa68QlzJSJSxTN9jF3MBFQNs2BtGj_i6Q7umg2Ine9E7DlWErZTWnJfF7GeG_5VR5YmBWNY4PeY8-V6R13KDGDUDjsgTG-ecvg-HLwo8aLFsXv9teiCQLRt6AufzGj302P0xV4qd8G1FcrfZTfWhccY3c9w/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's been awhile since we only had the oldest two at home. I remember when it was only these two and they got to go on trips with Grandma and Grandpa by themselves. They were just wee ones. Now they are working men that have to be left behind. All grown up! Are these really my babies? Hardly seems possible that they are almost 20 and 16 1/2 years old. Since kids grow relatively slowly compared to other animals, you do actually get used to their faces and bodies changing, but when you step back for a minute and realize that you did hold these things in your arms, wow, what miracles they are. These boys are mine. They were given to us to raise and raise them we did. It's unbelievable that that chapter has basically closed for these two. I don't feel done with them. And yet I do. Brothers. Similar, but only a little bit. They are so different. I wouldn't say total opposites because they both work hard, have huge hearts, treat the ladies with utter respect, volunteer like there's no tomorrow, have a lot of integrity, etc. But they have very different personalities, physical differences, approaches to life (not worldviews but Benaiah has drive where Justin doesn't), etc. And they get along really well. Actually, they always have. Justin's the peacemaker though. He goes along to get along. He only fights with Keturah because Keturah is Keturah. My boys. My sweet boys. All grown up. Oh, and they got the same exact dish! Manhattan! Benaiah ate it all and Justin brought half of his home. Different appetites! Well, when one is twice the size of the other, lol. They do wear the same shoe size just about, same as Jared's and Gary's. Kind of interesting and funny that way. Goodness how much I love them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sM5TlIftBIxASNylAACdGuqLwuyd_Mj_nf-yT2jp3duaf0wljshAe8oQBR9c6tBzmVYtgJKXnVeZs6tI76rKEYp_GAAPTYW1pCGqpzO27P3AlIXVo-P7jqsYoFloJo-vicZOljKcwvnV7arljPdMdXavdLDcK3xRD_8qMEV9JqGZYKh3ckXWUg/s1792/IMG_2300.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-sM5TlIftBIxASNylAACdGuqLwuyd_Mj_nf-yT2jp3duaf0wljshAe8oQBR9c6tBzmVYtgJKXnVeZs6tI76rKEYp_GAAPTYW1pCGqpzO27P3AlIXVo-P7jqsYoFloJo-vicZOljKcwvnV7arljPdMdXavdLDcK3xRD_8qMEV9JqGZYKh3ckXWUg/s320/IMG_2300.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimP18TV-7dajYACuEcSB6hnFjHsiA2xcJFEFuvFJw-e0kd01DykST99onir1tl5SgTJrgqHLD3A1bXHvYl8uvbEtY7Op6_qWqkI-VhZ8txfljZy-jGRcMUe9W7lwvYN8r-Dl7NAvN7e2VtrrBmgLf1-TxUqAfvuhNmzDUUQhkV1PK6igkrN9z-kg/s3520/IMG_2298.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimP18TV-7dajYACuEcSB6hnFjHsiA2xcJFEFuvFJw-e0kd01DykST99onir1tl5SgTJrgqHLD3A1bXHvYl8uvbEtY7Op6_qWqkI-VhZ8txfljZy-jGRcMUe9W7lwvYN8r-Dl7NAvN7e2VtrrBmgLf1-TxUqAfvuhNmzDUUQhkV1PK6igkrN9z-kg/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting on one of the men to pick up Mommy to take her to lunch. I actually rode with Benaiah because he was at home and Jared and Justin were finishing up their thing at church to welcome people from Shelby St. to the Franklin Rd campus. I tried to get Benaiah to talk in the car, but he wouldn't. He was much more animated at lunch. It makes me said that he will talk with Jared when he's around but won't talk with me like that. I don't know what to say to him or ask him. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwRJvsnWw91jQDAKSDbjaHE_6wCUtkUVFtCX0e_yBE8K23RSSkHRoZf1jn19DlZxxZdXvDqzkhdJN6De_ZWJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcI0k-QBLrxlIQjcTmDXjlfC-Y662RkyUCv1jy4G1iqYRkd8pgLlDEfyYCCBm82FfotVjSXpf9RkMUVf_wyNcMGqXJ18NGmWOZEjd2YCM5y6RIcrjDLRCEQPLaabrgaqnxACb-8G-cDdA0me-T_HLsVWnEjjQMq11F1RTDCicS_myjw4h-fck6g/s1080/IMG_2297.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="607" data-original-width="1080" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGcI0k-QBLrxlIQjcTmDXjlfC-Y662RkyUCv1jy4G1iqYRkd8pgLlDEfyYCCBm82FfotVjSXpf9RkMUVf_wyNcMGqXJ18NGmWOZEjd2YCM5y6RIcrjDLRCEQPLaabrgaqnxACb-8G-cDdA0me-T_HLsVWnEjjQMq11F1RTDCicS_myjw4h-fck6g/s320/IMG_2297.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nhs4Mb5jYbtpkHMhs9ROoNMOJX_AWqS3V4extgfE62UfDNyHbT0QdZap_R8ocFQOdnWr7OZ5PYpM3JQ_1looeOWwZS9k4lbDJ3cRJB1zGeaIurMEkEBnmXyZaRtdBaEtC6bEqmB6FNj9DbxkmBHd33LYy2hAmu8GJ_mlH8czsYAujjkfibmYpw/s1792/IMG_2296.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3nhs4Mb5jYbtpkHMhs9ROoNMOJX_AWqS3V4extgfE62UfDNyHbT0QdZap_R8ocFQOdnWr7OZ5PYpM3JQ_1looeOWwZS9k4lbDJ3cRJB1zGeaIurMEkEBnmXyZaRtdBaEtC6bEqmB6FNj9DbxkmBHd33LYy2hAmu8GJ_mlH8czsYAujjkfibmYpw/s320/IMG_2296.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPixbKeQF3ZhKX5LP5fTnjhg4hELjzefJmWFsH4arHMJZy3HCudFQkcQ4ni8KyvwxK1qClMFLP2_YwEinxjIOru3FcVORYPfn4zvyFLBsxnXEkVvYG0TmnugzYkYrXuaGMrW1vxJSS_UDAqBXshYZxQrfumCXto4Uhynk1FqezV-8LNLNB5IslA/s1792/IMG_2295.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitPixbKeQF3ZhKX5LP5fTnjhg4hELjzefJmWFsH4arHMJZy3HCudFQkcQ4ni8KyvwxK1qClMFLP2_YwEinxjIOru3FcVORYPfn4zvyFLBsxnXEkVvYG0TmnugzYkYrXuaGMrW1vxJSS_UDAqBXshYZxQrfumCXto4Uhynk1FqezV-8LNLNB5IslA/s320/IMG_2295.PNG" width="148" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkENCq4FLM2ESfz0ShBPpXi3ws0-wE4_d9Ju_WjEQ68lCV-7GdxAUkfH8OiYlYgMQBzuW_tchn-A63DaQKqJXZGHPUY6SR7FhoNGls9YEBVsAjgpNA8r52oJOTQRFlbH4rPa0fQWeWg7tY98M2rCapt4eN9XJ5FCCutg55ueEt2YQHMOJTPgeZ8w/s1792/IMG_2294.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkENCq4FLM2ESfz0ShBPpXi3ws0-wE4_d9Ju_WjEQ68lCV-7GdxAUkfH8OiYlYgMQBzuW_tchn-A63DaQKqJXZGHPUY6SR7FhoNGls9YEBVsAjgpNA8r52oJOTQRFlbH4rPa0fQWeWg7tY98M2rCapt4eN9XJ5FCCutg55ueEt2YQHMOJTPgeZ8w/s320/IMG_2294.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Got to love the "follow my ipone" app! And the ones of family that actually let me follow them, and have their gps on their phone turned all at all times. Jared doesn't want Russia spying on him, Keturah doesn't want to have her phone on data all the time because it wears done the battery, Benaiah doesn't want to be tracked at all, Leah also does very minimal things on her phone, so it's up to Gary, Shauna and I, the planners, to keep communication going.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJot8YGNJcaFMNsTQ6NX1umrtSkAOPCVsFW6tTlluYFsp30oaLj48lCzlIhbSaCy4lB2v6DTdW0BEJn4cARufnzxGtChBZ7XU_hKRfwVWwBqJ16j1eB9O5D2yL31hJ5poh4SLc2UTQmaOJsg3-Dk53XpHzst4fBYBcDwXEdQ_5F6bFjilU7aN_HA/s4032/IMG_2292.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJot8YGNJcaFMNsTQ6NX1umrtSkAOPCVsFW6tTlluYFsp30oaLj48lCzlIhbSaCy4lB2v6DTdW0BEJn4cARufnzxGtChBZ7XU_hKRfwVWwBqJ16j1eB9O5D2yL31hJ5poh4SLc2UTQmaOJsg3-Dk53XpHzst4fBYBcDwXEdQ_5F6bFjilU7aN_HA/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm so confused, Mom. Where are the kids? And why are you giving me my medicine and not Keturah?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvj4Qnsh6qwxMp5I_CaPDrsri2UaJhG4KxUu_UOmje7CLLRDugerewlyR4Slsfo8g2OGfOTL7leSMhQrYdAQdHXS8jSXCtWCO0anyh4RvgCZMQ9EWAJe7PELApKvgWaC5PglSrZEi_8U-wPd39O4U9kN1DjD9dET3Su6VzVIHLxwLdWev0x9gLPw/s1124/IMG_2291.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1122" data-original-width="1124" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvj4Qnsh6qwxMp5I_CaPDrsri2UaJhG4KxUu_UOmje7CLLRDugerewlyR4Slsfo8g2OGfOTL7leSMhQrYdAQdHXS8jSXCtWCO0anyh4RvgCZMQ9EWAJe7PELApKvgWaC5PglSrZEi_8U-wPd39O4U9kN1DjD9dET3Su6VzVIHLxwLdWev0x9gLPw/s320/IMG_2291.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup, very true.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />The End<br /><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-16340905073479099302022-04-11T14:14:00.002-03:002022-04-11T14:16:37.875-03:00Year 7, March 28th-April 3rd, 2022: Humming Along<p> Monday/Tuesday - The Blahs<br /></p><p>- It's been a blah kind of two days. It's been very, very cold, like 45 degrees with big wind chills so wear a winter hat and coat kind of cold. Never put away the winter gear until the end of April I say. I'm emotionally and mentally and now physically exhausted. I think I have the newsletter pretty much done. I had hoped to do some fun things with the kids this week because we had more time not picking up Justin at 2:30 but then I have to make supper after I pick him up at 4 so I can get him back at 6, so it's not working out. I'm tired of typing and analyzing everything. I just want people to like me as I am. I don't want to be someone I'm not. I want to go where I can be who I am, quirky, geeky, and weird. I don't want to change. And I'm tired of being yelled at and told that I'm wrong and I can't. How about yes! and sure! and I'll get that for sure! Let me help you! What can I do for you? Is there anybody out there that has time for me? Someone there to lighten my burden instead of add to it? Where's my helpers? Where's my encouragers? But there's no one, not one. </p><p>- And then, I have no energy left for that cool art project or science experiment. I can't even plan for it. Or a park day. I have no breaks in my schedule and my body hurts to the point of tears. I have no one to wipe them away. Or to rub my legs or my back. I'm alone. With a husband who has his own problems and sleeps with ice packs and then a hot pad, we don't even go to bed at the same time. We are ships in the night shuttling kids back and forth and no one sits down to eat at the same time. Ouch, there goes my ears, probably another ear infection. Because mommy doesn't have time to rest. No time to shower, which means she didn't have time to put on deodorant or brush her hair which was going to put on after the shower that was supposed to happen this morning. She barely had time to go get her medication that she was late on. And I had to wait in line for 30 minutes listening to the worst baby boomer whiners of the world for those 30 minutes. They obviously are privileged people. Transfer your scripts somewhere else and get out of our line. Problem solved. </p><p>- I weep for all.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE7rborD-IFYeBg45-LDkIpoLgxdw5e5JV3VfFZVG9SaDjvibxYBif4BALa9xRMA1viZbzAVEVD_-vWn0dqAmscE0fE7Cm0QMM7WW1JoLHfLZk3SHawdwMibcLBfwgps4GHHeIXR6MSqVCNgnS4578oC897pAFg8sdOjt0QcQiOJV2iS2H9cFLw/s531/277579922_10159256622732763_9016922997759140576_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="531" data-original-width="522" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsE7rborD-IFYeBg45-LDkIpoLgxdw5e5JV3VfFZVG9SaDjvibxYBif4BALa9xRMA1viZbzAVEVD_-vWn0dqAmscE0fE7Cm0QMM7WW1JoLHfLZk3SHawdwMibcLBfwgps4GHHeIXR6MSqVCNgnS4578oC897pAFg8sdOjt0QcQiOJV2iS2H9cFLw/s320/277579922_10159256622732763_9016922997759140576_n.jpg" width="315" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every day this week, except for Wednseday, feels like this. 45-50 degrees will be the high for this week and next at least. 75 degrees on Wednesday! The old restless legs, knee joints and back HATE this kind of back and forth weather.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4NI-P0lDnyPT7MRRkfYP583JUeM0-NjQ3YHruPPP9KTw2UpHDKfnUKux56jjSl8LtGjYM_qPzE4c5DeZaAuPNtkT61ffx0UA2xO20D9A7tYxZSCH-T_AOer2MbzCsZa7XwL_n-iFbljLqhjpMcSORRySLe6SuXoKuv-R_X-_lB58wPmped_54Q/s4032/IMG_1991.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4NI-P0lDnyPT7MRRkfYP583JUeM0-NjQ3YHruPPP9KTw2UpHDKfnUKux56jjSl8LtGjYM_qPzE4c5DeZaAuPNtkT61ffx0UA2xO20D9A7tYxZSCH-T_AOer2MbzCsZa7XwL_n-iFbljLqhjpMcSORRySLe6SuXoKuv-R_X-_lB58wPmped_54Q/w300-h400/IMG_1991.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good bye forever. I will never take one of these bad boys ever again. Nope. I don't need to take tests for the flu, why do I need to take tests for Covid? Just nope. We spent $16 on this last fall I think. Now they are free. We didn't apply for the free ones. This one finally expired. Into the trash bin it goes. Good riddance. It was only approved for emergency use anyway. Not even fully approved by the FDA. Such a crock. Justin tested positive with one of the tests when we had Covid in October (he did have symptoms and he was the one exposed 5 days earlier), Keturah tested negative and had symptoms. They were not that reliable and when I took one at Christmas the previous year, it was negative, but I'm not so sure I hadn't had it. I don't know. It's not worth the anxiety.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4_tCz1gerrYklt3UyqcNnw0ySKrPtzYhoGcbEdCMsSOvpdl5JaS9txEe4wJUWqofX4kRou8on24MrZCpZCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVa-MmV0ZpYRwdhwGJnepm3v9JnA-Ka50pbYPqnPl9BS1FayHuRMnY5LXIiHoNMQ2vEkZgp6rSDPwLkyTHGPfNDZ2FhPHhCXRLayiQGpzrFD40Jqxz5CvUrIAxpHtUcoPRla61SJf_11k_mmsywnyRhweudBTUB56UkOxJjZebZ6Ggq6KNzyhwA/s1792/IMG_1994.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVa-MmV0ZpYRwdhwGJnepm3v9JnA-Ka50pbYPqnPl9BS1FayHuRMnY5LXIiHoNMQ2vEkZgp6rSDPwLkyTHGPfNDZ2FhPHhCXRLayiQGpzrFD40Jqxz5CvUrIAxpHtUcoPRla61SJf_11k_mmsywnyRhweudBTUB56UkOxJjZebZ6Ggq6KNzyhwA/s320/IMG_1994.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cold. Just plain cold.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc2BAPCDUX8DoQIYm2yY5cM_G1G6AYrZqpyJbzO4KikmDYUXU2P3sHwIwmrfzDqVVh5mGZtzkLiHDIQK_RiT-LCPlwuCS6zexquw1p4851DMgpRVAODSirqG5elDTB4o0CpuXjygnHIpUsAfYNwltungx4-xrNT1wUn7j3n8WJGn5M49gT08IIg/s1342/IMG_1995.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1338" data-original-width="1342" height="319" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGc2BAPCDUX8DoQIYm2yY5cM_G1G6AYrZqpyJbzO4KikmDYUXU2P3sHwIwmrfzDqVVh5mGZtzkLiHDIQK_RiT-LCPlwuCS6zexquw1p4851DMgpRVAODSirqG5elDTB4o0CpuXjygnHIpUsAfYNwltungx4-xrNT1wUn7j3n8WJGn5M49gT08IIg/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I truly believe that. They learn when they learn. Steady on forward, step by step. All of ours have learned things eventually and I haven't track of exactly when. So when family members say, "Well didn't so and so read this or that or memorize this or that when they were this or that age?" I say, I don't know, I don't remember and it doesn't matter. Each kid is different. And we are working on this or that now. And they've progressed from here to here this year and that is good. Each child will get as far as they will get in every subject. Some will get through calculus and some will barely get through Algebra. And both paths are ok.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MeUJKg1_QlLbXYxl685Nrr_sEYgxTXNBYc5VqjOlIAh_Pf7t5_dDPyDhSQPK5TwsfWVKhDlPF_zQhh-N3__-awYrmKBJmdUk9qLAfNBzV5g0QtONtlxc77m1LWrVXbgAT9uBM_g9RK44OiFIGgmTmwd9Xn-QDKZkbVVHI3LZPo3dL1-rbW0Lpw/s2048/IMG_1996.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2MeUJKg1_QlLbXYxl685Nrr_sEYgxTXNBYc5VqjOlIAh_Pf7t5_dDPyDhSQPK5TwsfWVKhDlPF_zQhh-N3__-awYrmKBJmdUk9qLAfNBzV5g0QtONtlxc77m1LWrVXbgAT9uBM_g9RK44OiFIGgmTmwd9Xn-QDKZkbVVHI3LZPo3dL1-rbW0Lpw/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A song that comes out on Friday! Woot! Woot! VERY quick turnaround as he just polished it off last Thursday. So the distribution piece was extremely quick. It doesn't always happen that fast. It's just a one off single song. Not part of a record as of yet. I'm sure it will be added to the next record he does, whenever that is.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD03KklhFhUSSZlfF1i6xwIbhaiHBvOe86XQOZeWDwxTrBfBq3ih2zqJtqd2u1qggW5rMfUmrVpwn5y5-pFHIC7dEt2m7trWFXNoKmGf1Nqc2sl5MbGZ2QuQm1LfbTUz4YP7lMj9RmHGhOCd6nrMcUHhbrfHYkKHH2N4MSdxyoBlt5up87JpC_8A/s3088/IMG_1999.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD03KklhFhUSSZlfF1i6xwIbhaiHBvOe86XQOZeWDwxTrBfBq3ih2zqJtqd2u1qggW5rMfUmrVpwn5y5-pFHIC7dEt2m7trWFXNoKmGf1Nqc2sl5MbGZ2QuQm1LfbTUz4YP7lMj9RmHGhOCd6nrMcUHhbrfHYkKHH2N4MSdxyoBlt5up87JpC_8A/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone decided to take a selfie this morning.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JLtWkxrgqCw9EmAIBu-jkWNOXLtpcslxtnIop3ug8JF2Pfq6BHUjCBxD341WkbdxgWoMDGASqkDLFEp9nLHoWqObvz6kM2V2QvDdqvXY3zqe3RDgW_rN0cc5J2V575dWsazhTW9tEzlv7eQVO7WJ2d_dYG2atNSWqr8oFcoC9N8pk_L-MsTC0Q/s4032/IMG_2001.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JLtWkxrgqCw9EmAIBu-jkWNOXLtpcslxtnIop3ug8JF2Pfq6BHUjCBxD341WkbdxgWoMDGASqkDLFEp9nLHoWqObvz6kM2V2QvDdqvXY3zqe3RDgW_rN0cc5J2V575dWsazhTW9tEzlv7eQVO7WJ2d_dYG2atNSWqr8oFcoC9N8pk_L-MsTC0Q/s320/IMG_2001.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He also said he took pics of Justin and Keturah.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9Re3V0pq3zpBfkrSe8MgLEROS6kFWD1UvxQ8Now-z-dSA_j0ALtf9TAl1MmDldrAbqX7xuLtMaYrhRsOz_Gf7C-C0LfhoiR9mcbHtWdfjFbJc4iQWbRofHCBaMyASgokoBw2fpUFFjejOj2qrOFVemn3kWCoTyoIMenggD-xR2gbemqWfm9UjA/s4032/IMG_2002.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9Re3V0pq3zpBfkrSe8MgLEROS6kFWD1UvxQ8Now-z-dSA_j0ALtf9TAl1MmDldrAbqX7xuLtMaYrhRsOz_Gf7C-C0LfhoiR9mcbHtWdfjFbJc4iQWbRofHCBaMyASgokoBw2fpUFFjejOj2qrOFVemn3kWCoTyoIMenggD-xR2gbemqWfm9UjA/s320/IMG_2002.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love having photos from his eye level. Look at the pretty colors from the twinkly lights! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7zZJsGQzvH6vAoy161XjvxmcMIEN27R2ZrqM8p6xz83RVgss0Y5v3SI5jZW_PF8YIx-eN_ikTrV-HyGbTYlhuhPqi_cgcawa-bunwvvra5FU-eG_OUYaEnoQESnhRPVl6nv0fuq9J2aUa9KU-aJBUef0qW6cfHkzpCo-NNCEQ6tUC1oeUc9_sA/s4032/IMG_2003.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV7zZJsGQzvH6vAoy161XjvxmcMIEN27R2ZrqM8p6xz83RVgss0Y5v3SI5jZW_PF8YIx-eN_ikTrV-HyGbTYlhuhPqi_cgcawa-bunwvvra5FU-eG_OUYaEnoQESnhRPVl6nv0fuq9J2aUa9KU-aJBUef0qW6cfHkzpCo-NNCEQ6tUC1oeUc9_sA/s320/IMG_2003.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love his wrinkly nose! And his geometric shapes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtxqixpGLzrUHWpvFytkczSKNdhTEZ0dN6lBwtSfwsvPao_1_KOyuCbZ_aEOZ58bNDztCt0It9g3YSGblj7V378IMHo6Xt-0lcjOCzQANI1Uk8lc_BLnQqsu3u6dNxL8PiHTDlpVJDD5aK0hHWQo2Eyxb2noYfSjb9xVOxD-ESiOKSkhULp6W_Q/s4032/IMG_2004.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTtxqixpGLzrUHWpvFytkczSKNdhTEZ0dN6lBwtSfwsvPao_1_KOyuCbZ_aEOZ58bNDztCt0It9g3YSGblj7V378IMHo6Xt-0lcjOCzQANI1Uk8lc_BLnQqsu3u6dNxL8PiHTDlpVJDD5aK0hHWQo2Eyxb2noYfSjb9xVOxD-ESiOKSkhULp6W_Q/s320/IMG_2004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7lsJnAWKB8TU_MymSqvuN608eM_2dxkGQd7S_0Z83KgJ4yeWHIxGFmtnX7xnAMSA6lUD7l0mZFCBXxN0Dg9kNa9fNXL043WMScGaD_31PtgvWaJocpkiBbPE73eLjNnGGJ0LeeJ9K8R0-MQoWqNhj28PzO6oXalgokKjjt9C32BsWsL7ZA6THw/s4032/IMG_2005.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7lsJnAWKB8TU_MymSqvuN608eM_2dxkGQd7S_0Z83KgJ4yeWHIxGFmtnX7xnAMSA6lUD7l0mZFCBXxN0Dg9kNa9fNXL043WMScGaD_31PtgvWaJocpkiBbPE73eLjNnGGJ0LeeJ9K8R0-MQoWqNhj28PzO6oXalgokKjjt9C32BsWsL7ZA6THw/s320/IMG_2005.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He kept repeating "I'm a mad scientist!" I said yes to the colored water because I was in a mood and then this replaced me reading to him. He still did his written pages.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/fh7EuDcRoV8" target="_blank">I'm a Mad Scientist!!</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjud6Cq0Vg6Y7N0WhDFzw_DtF5gQmdCaHUlglHEyLOBsS-fB670_vmOXHnkh2VGNglc-V0QsbDIvyDQAAIsMX3wONX1ll7dILpaupMk5iJypZZkkzJ1zaqWgUeF3wchu3ShuSgs4uqI0Fbe-wmrd3Ny5go4s0xgbnnMQtOoJ7gjPhoPdSd3Autsw/s4032/IMG_2009.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjud6Cq0Vg6Y7N0WhDFzw_DtF5gQmdCaHUlglHEyLOBsS-fB670_vmOXHnkh2VGNglc-V0QsbDIvyDQAAIsMX3wONX1ll7dILpaupMk5iJypZZkkzJ1zaqWgUeF3wchu3ShuSgs4uqI0Fbe-wmrd3Ny5go4s0xgbnnMQtOoJ7gjPhoPdSd3Autsw/s320/IMG_2009.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It had been awhile since we had done this and he could a lot more on his own with making a mess. He also observed more and had more comments to make. And we got to go over a few things from our recent science lessons.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtbXeXDsRICWs4qwnBeCKt7jj67eZQfg6GYDQrsPfmb8F452uWUxpU_GkH77YN7iPOkefZ_8TrrJR_yOovoSRqoN49d19PZAq2dG_38q3m7Q5ER4_fv2QlDxfyaBpqoh_pScb6XWgdmI_dS31t1ZG2NQ_ZWbuGBBcFYol8-zXX9BSwBRHrkT-0g/s4032/IMG_2012.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNtbXeXDsRICWs4qwnBeCKt7jj67eZQfg6GYDQrsPfmb8F452uWUxpU_GkH77YN7iPOkefZ_8TrrJR_yOovoSRqoN49d19PZAq2dG_38q3m7Q5ER4_fv2QlDxfyaBpqoh_pScb6XWgdmI_dS31t1ZG2NQ_ZWbuGBBcFYol8-zXX9BSwBRHrkT-0g/s320/IMG_2012.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Like how mixtures work, dilution, molecules, atoms, etc.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2nMfuu8nK03_kwh9wCi0uW2srL4y8zJwA3e70JRp2F6GpMLva609mIcIVO7SjBMJU4Resqr0f_kKWIz22Rg2BWg5YgM71KBZBSWXCABaygmpFkDSCfStfmqlLhz2hWDApA7549pc0G0YnmmQROOOCaWJWkWOh6cuDwODAr1n8KgGgSNR9i899w/s4032/IMG_2014.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2nMfuu8nK03_kwh9wCi0uW2srL4y8zJwA3e70JRp2F6GpMLva609mIcIVO7SjBMJU4Resqr0f_kKWIz22Rg2BWg5YgM71KBZBSWXCABaygmpFkDSCfStfmqlLhz2hWDApA7549pc0G0YnmmQROOOCaWJWkWOh6cuDwODAr1n8KgGgSNR9i899w/s320/IMG_2014.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I forget what this process goes, but it has to do with gravity and pressure I believe. It was cool to see how it worked by how the colored water was replacing the clear water.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y4Da-56DFHnKMv12FBuwwP85ZJhkgnzJPfXhVKOdD75OC9IL0rYixPvX7OmMB-vxy6NnJBE1YuQd-dOiqL17uQfNHj3ytUGnJYzqkg4xJyeDjgfZ8NT2xbvlUwGC_5NGycz89iE2_6PeyS64a3ley4RSxl5puTqp2fRCO39dUcaekFgDqm1hhg/s3520/IMG_2015.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9y4Da-56DFHnKMv12FBuwwP85ZJhkgnzJPfXhVKOdD75OC9IL0rYixPvX7OmMB-vxy6NnJBE1YuQd-dOiqL17uQfNHj3ytUGnJYzqkg4xJyeDjgfZ8NT2xbvlUwGC_5NGycz89iE2_6PeyS64a3ley4RSxl5puTqp2fRCO39dUcaekFgDqm1hhg/s320/IMG_2015.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicJx8M84Ig6-Sw67PSF4fwwmcW4Ll-NZWXuwHf_R3auxMvfbU4pLIxPWbb3SElr6000pzCxbspK4bLpBm9oAsGkdOZa2t3xtZlo0_DEl5semKJ-rGPbwXcU055WyuuEgZgrDudfYcwdZIzmCRLvrDZSSopOFZrtEKfu2rJxDMsz2yNuaZ3EYbLQ/s3520/IMG_2017.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhicJx8M84Ig6-Sw67PSF4fwwmcW4Ll-NZWXuwHf_R3auxMvfbU4pLIxPWbb3SElr6000pzCxbspK4bLpBm9oAsGkdOZa2t3xtZlo0_DEl5semKJ-rGPbwXcU055WyuuEgZgrDudfYcwdZIzmCRLvrDZSSopOFZrtEKfu2rJxDMsz2yNuaZ3EYbLQ/s320/IMG_2017.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We eventually had to clear out some of the colored water before we overflowed everything.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlYjjIVQnFEk0kmdUQjR3gwStHRSSRaGpeBCeWNDwkQqFi--zSFstNhfHHLvPiWO5GEZo-Y-5c5Lv9L0aH1S_P_sF8wLtdT7T469ihn0Tc57YTleiJeSBD-7D8fk_b6SQ78NxYGCDWXrGZrQuS7_sgMaX7HxopYsr8V4TrFYDM5uZhiVCEJHvCg/s4032/IMG_2021.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHlYjjIVQnFEk0kmdUQjR3gwStHRSSRaGpeBCeWNDwkQqFi--zSFstNhfHHLvPiWO5GEZo-Y-5c5Lv9L0aH1S_P_sF8wLtdT7T469ihn0Tc57YTleiJeSBD-7D8fk_b6SQ78NxYGCDWXrGZrQuS7_sgMaX7HxopYsr8V4TrFYDM5uZhiVCEJHvCg/s320/IMG_2021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUqR6CtWLMRD4m1KkpDiBahA2Rh_zJoRb1rIiSninpcLRQdZhdIXSXijZkIp4ftXFNC6veUvGo7ObP2fNp_HSEdeNFlWa2Z4lJ9QBSd880UG-uTqdCnE7cTvR7ea0Xmkg1YzQ92ayibEldo4PGB7tNAsF1XTHwC2HX8LSSIZxYlwFbr3MjUW0WA/s4032/IMG_2026.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUqR6CtWLMRD4m1KkpDiBahA2Rh_zJoRb1rIiSninpcLRQdZhdIXSXijZkIp4ftXFNC6veUvGo7ObP2fNp_HSEdeNFlWa2Z4lJ9QBSd880UG-uTqdCnE7cTvR7ea0Xmkg1YzQ92ayibEldo4PGB7tNAsF1XTHwC2HX8LSSIZxYlwFbr3MjUW0WA/s320/IMG_2026.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lazv_NVPM-gSdzc3W4XomPwNTtdF7ItZm_pKLum-R89HRMdRyJUjlETqZd7VCntrIVD-RXw1I9_k3J1Uil04OKFjmrAdauvXyuh3cm0xnQNlUKdX9V79_yljngFu4oY3msemH4un8pXVxFw8qIAdIWeSHSIqrlowkff1sjIAwUy2gOUW0NCMeQ/s3520/IMG_2029.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lazv_NVPM-gSdzc3W4XomPwNTtdF7ItZm_pKLum-R89HRMdRyJUjlETqZd7VCntrIVD-RXw1I9_k3J1Uil04OKFjmrAdauvXyuh3cm0xnQNlUKdX9V79_yljngFu4oY3msemH4un8pXVxFw8qIAdIWeSHSIqrlowkff1sjIAwUy2gOUW0NCMeQ/s320/IMG_2029.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then, the inevitable happened and he did overflow it on purpose. Sigh. And after a few more minutes, it was time to clean up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxs5YFd5N3-3GJEBVvTeKXfAFPN3IL4bf9pL-D2meOr3R4H8qUFddOVn3wA-r8xq1WWyJzZ8MBC5PtytzBpcg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsJSYxCUaMz1gbtX_FVUyMCqCpf5jvJrKrBQBEmqV1DbR10Sl-kxwJveEZaU9uxOrmlq3zzNO2sDldINdTnw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxmEVNlBNHlp2uEZ_pW5iUL04WsTiFqMXAqNfEtl9ckK3i8Y-HCmjIgkzthZ0k8Oo3Ag7ufRCRK4U2PNFQS7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxn7TDWG_iyK044-Jh5bslsjPSj3Lf4FlFfH8cUgMm1HUcXhaDM5xyzrqBAxTqgFdAYE-hle94pOKWBA3LUxQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dylWFVXXmf6X6OF54B1QsrUzbHW6nBkvfykSEamdOQdASk8g-pcGi1Cwg9aXhBHYkbHm77RgFV6xdounqJH6Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwpW-WkNryireUOnSpkDZXHix4l20ziZbcDWgAQlmV_1nNE7EJwCh95fmHOAQFipeLJvmOTCIdmH4ILrYBWeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://youtu.be/nvU_xM3uTTI" target="_blank">Science Experiments</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7OJ5DyVdigJgN63vz6OVFRrKQcB53kauoaysCdEScxT6qpXhtf7jbcVh15R9Bdp2tADOW_z9IlrUF8OmoUdrzwzFN-wD9aXAnGUn7TDmBLhvW4KfXsB3ZohfzKFa8FVW-HWrW-4xDgj-v1qzJgCG4vtDJZrEvnFYg8Zx7cXVxQmPnKWqybCeZQ/s4032/IMG_2033.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7OJ5DyVdigJgN63vz6OVFRrKQcB53kauoaysCdEScxT6qpXhtf7jbcVh15R9Bdp2tADOW_z9IlrUF8OmoUdrzwzFN-wD9aXAnGUn7TDmBLhvW4KfXsB3ZohfzKFa8FVW-HWrW-4xDgj-v1qzJgCG4vtDJZrEvnFYg8Zx7cXVxQmPnKWqybCeZQ/s320/IMG_2033.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> I spent 30 minutes in line at the pharmacy waiting on some very necessary meds and looked over and saw a table and chairs set that I could have plucked straight out of my childhood. In fact, we still have the table. Ours is a bit smaller and lighter, but it's almost identical. I think I have the chair, too, and it's in our room. Maybe. If not, I do remember it very well. Very vintage, at least vintage for me. I didn't check the price. It was nice to see it after listening to two baby boomers whine about how awful it was to stand there waiting for meds. The pharmacy was going as fast they could. I know my pharmacy very well. But they've had a lot of staff turnover and who knows what else has gone on in the industry. And if you don't like it, go to another pharmacy. And if this pharmacy is the cheapest, then shut your mouth and wait. Pick your battles. It is the closest and easiest and cheapest for us and usually I don't have to wait this long. So, I waited no biggie.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHgPtb7fhyPGvk79UoINTQDhAnuzoq_jE3UZynOQNnTyAZtPmRsmhpgYSWbGqhkfpSt6pTpzc2q3oTGNSesVkkA6e9OdMceUsW9FZnuLMJTp3xPWYqvcR0TFnPbpb5Y1KepZ3u7BxGkJCzWZnB-MxhgT9NNRxwhbTnrk6WRc6QuTF5nY8oFCwxg/s4032/IMG_2034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPHgPtb7fhyPGvk79UoINTQDhAnuzoq_jE3UZynOQNnTyAZtPmRsmhpgYSWbGqhkfpSt6pTpzc2q3oTGNSesVkkA6e9OdMceUsW9FZnuLMJTp3xPWYqvcR0TFnPbpb5Y1KepZ3u7BxGkJCzWZnB-MxhgT9NNRxwhbTnrk6WRc6QuTF5nY8oFCwxg/s320/IMG_2034.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Comfy much?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NaY4FecdhF_-SlVl8scuWDlb2IWzNPe2gXJgNJBHtcDJcGjtajm-tFWkF9S0C8rCVMprPtKqSAtr1i_K_5NhcbGBoTRBOj4aqog0Ma409okiPSlsjTpx8md7MDlHvYYxWOl-3Ay-_0XGr4cGrV-fgsAImJOGQsgEh6E64wIySlu6wA0WBupIhA/s4032/IMG_7050.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NaY4FecdhF_-SlVl8scuWDlb2IWzNPe2gXJgNJBHtcDJcGjtajm-tFWkF9S0C8rCVMprPtKqSAtr1i_K_5NhcbGBoTRBOj4aqog0Ma409okiPSlsjTpx8md7MDlHvYYxWOl-3Ay-_0XGr4cGrV-fgsAImJOGQsgEh6E64wIySlu6wA0WBupIhA/s320/IMG_7050.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bwahahahahah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - Change of Plans</p><p>-Well, that was a wildly different day than expected! We had planned to go to ASL, then the park, then pick up Justin, have dinner, drop off Justin, etc. but,.....</p><p>-....when I turned to go north on Post Rd near the softball field, I went kerthunk, right into the big pothole that was there! Keturah said, uh, Mom, I think something is wrong, and I heard it, too. Hissssss.....thunk, so I actually thought quickly and put my blinker on and turned onto the smaller road next to the ball fields. And sure enough, I put holes in my tire. Shoot! I had a flat tire within a couple of minutes! I called Jared immediately because I was not going to handle this myself. Yes, I'm a big girl who can figure stuff out. But we were close to home and he's done the tires so many more times, it's just quicker for him to handle it. I did go into the trunk and clear out the stuff so we could get to the spare tire and all that. And thankfully, this car has a spare tire in perfect working order and kit to go with it. We haven't always been so fortunate. And I/we don't always think to double check that we do. So, we went through that whole process. It didn't take long because we didn't have any complications. Jared had to use his foot to help loosen the lug nuts using the lug wrench because he didn't want to be twisting his back too much but other than that, not hard. He got the old tire into the van to deal with and I limped straight home. I had already texted ASL to say we weren't coming. I didn't want to complicate things by finding a ride or anything. </p><p>- Once I got home, I told the park day ladies I was just going to stay home (again to keep things less complicated). And then I got Leah to take care of Justin transportation from church to home at 4 and then back to church at 6 for his Serve Week stuff. Then Jared just had to worry about Abishai's Tang Soo stuff as normal. I don't know if Jared got a new tire or fixed it today or not. We have an appointment in Greenwood tomorrow but we would have to go super early to do something with it because we have to come right back after the appointment to be home in time for Tang Soo. We already have to have Leah pick up Justin from church as it is and that was preplanned because of the appointment. Sigh.</p><p>- Thankfully, I think it's just the tire as I was just coming away from a stop sign and was not up to speed yet. The car handled fine on the ride back to the house. We weren't going fast, we had working tools and spare tire, Jared works nearby, we have another vehicle we can use, Grandma can help, I can rearrange our life, etc. Loads of things to be thankful for. Oh and that it wasn't one of the other 6 days of the week this week when it's been/going to be freezing! The high was 72 today!</p><p>- Well, we gained some extra time at home today, but I just didn't feel like digging into schoolwork because of the fine weather, so I gave Abishai the day off sort of speak. We will catch up on Friday instead, which is the day we usually don't do any paperwork. Instead, I made us all go outside for 2 hrs. They just played and I worked in the flower beds. I needed to pull the dead stuff out that I leave as protection for the plants all winter now that the green bits were starting to poke through. I got all of that done. Plus, I went around along the brick and dug down under the dead grass clumps and pulled it up by its roots. From the grass clippings that are never blown out of the flower beds to the grass that comes up between the brick wall, there's this nice line of grass root that connects all the clumps of grass together and it annoys me to death because all I can usually get is the grass itself. So, after 3 hrs of work, I was able to get a lot of it up. So now, all I have to do is fluff up the current mulch and get a load of new mulch to put on top. I think this year will be the last year we will get a full load for the flower bed because it's going to overflow. And then maybe we'll just need a few bags next year. Unless we mulch around more of the trees, which would be nice so we don't have to trim them so much. I do have to trim the bushes better this year, and I want to hire someone to dig up that awful vine that grows with such vigor under our bedroom window. And then put some dirt there and reseed it. I don't want more flower bed there. I've got enough. So that's my mini project. On another spring day, I'll think about weeding around the other parts of the house. But my main concern is always the front. I've worked hard on those beds for 5 years now. Can't stop now.</p><p>- In the middle of my wedding, Grannie Annie comes up behind me on my sidewalk and startles me! She was out for a walk in a winter coat and hat! It was 70 degrees at this point, but I don't blame her. The wind was pretty fierce. Grannie Annie will be 95 years old in a few weeks. She was a bit winded coming up my driveway though. She said it takes her a few days to get all the way through weeding her flower beds. Yes, this woman weeds her flower beds, and mows her lawn if we neighbors don't get it done for her first, and she bakes and cooks and walks the neighborhood. She laps us 40 yr olds in just about anything, I tell ya! She did say she has a walker with a seat for times when she goes to the mall. Thank goodness! We all try to get her to rest and we try to take care of her. But she just won't stop. She's out lived her daughters by quite a number of years now. One of her granddaughters lives with her, but she has some issues, so they take care of each other. Anyway, the best part of her visit was when Abishai showed Grannie Annie how he makes a basket with his basketball. Well, he did, and THEN Grannie Annie asks him for the ball! And she shoots AND SCORES a basket!!! Now, the basket wasn't that tall, it was sized at Abishai's level, but still, here's this 95 year old woman, spry as anything, throwing a basketball into a hoop like she's 40. Good grief! She is something else! And this woman keeps popsicles in her fridge for not only her great grandkids, but all the neighbor kids. I can't even with this woman. She's the best Christian woman in the world. If only I had her heart, her mind, her physical abilities. But when you live through the Great Depression, WWII, many Presidents, wars, inventions, crisis, and have a faith like hers, you have to be as strong as an ox and then some. What a generation she comes from. It's incredible. Her, Grandma and Grandpa Cook, Queen Elisabeth II. Amazing people. These are people I look up to. My own Gramma and Grampa Koski also were of that generation, born in something like 1905 and 1910. My Howell grandparents were born in 1925 and 1927 I believe as well. Just amazing. There will never be a generation like them. Sorry baby boomers, but you guys were privileged beyond belief and then we were, as a whole, obviously each family has it's own story. Can you tell I LOVE older people?</p><p>- And I wish I were like them. But I'm just a spoiled xennial. And what's that? Well, it's a micro generation between Gen X and millennial that covers those born between 1977-1985 according to wikipedia. Like we remember life before and after the internet, before and after the cell phone. We bridge the gap between boomers who still need help navigating technology and millennials who are pros at it. Basically we were in high school in the 90's. I'm safe. I have food. I have time to delve deep into my soul and explore my emotions because I'm having to look for my next meal and I don't have to worry about being drafted into the army. I mean on a grand scale. Of course some families go through this. But not everyone on your street at the same time. It's not the Great Depression. Even 2020 wasn't the Great Depression. Government won't let it get that bad, that's why we have hyper inflation. I digress. I don't know what real life is like. I feel like I do, but not really. I don't live in the Ukraine. I don't live in abject poverty. I haven't lived long enough to be that wise yet. And yet I'm wise enough to know some things. I don't know. I just feel like I'm never going to be like this "Greats." They are way out of my league. I'm a nobody who can't put her stuff together and looks up "highly sensitive person" blogs every week. That's the millennial side of me, isn't it? Then the Gen X kicks in and says, wait a minute, we survived running around the neighborhood without a cell phone, pull yourself up and get back out there. No wonder I'm a mess. Like today, we changed courses and it was a good day.</p><p>- Yes, I like days like today when I feel I can have a legit excuse to stay home. I did work on my computer for a little bit to meet a deadline. I did have to take a break from weeding to make a 1 hr phone call. And that's why school didn't get done. But, like I tell other homeschool parents, make lots of effort in the winter months and on rainy days to do bookwork and read alouds, so you can use the spring and fall sunny days to be outside. Every day is a learning day, so count every day, but just change up what you do with what the weather does. I was in the dirt, and dirt is good for you. Very grounding. Sunshine, too. Laughter between Keturah and Abishai as they rolled down the driveway on penny boards. They barely argued about being outside. They got their screen time outside. They carried a few sticks to the backyard for me. It was a gym day for them. Keturah did some bookwork. Abishai will do schoolwork on Friday instead and today was his once a week freebie. Mental health and education is just as important as book education. Oh, and we looked at the seed pods that the blooms from our magnolia tree are covered in. I had never seen them up close before and we gathered them up. They are furry! So that's our science today. And Abishai and Keturah made a drawing with chalk. That's art. And both helped with the tire, so that's life skills and shop. We covered enough to call it a school day. Yup.</p><p>- Justin got to be outside painting the basketball court of Thomas Gregg elementary school, the school that we help through the church. And then, one of the parents got the kids a suite at the fieldhouse to watch the Pacers' basketball game this evening. So they squeezed 30 kids and adults into a suite. The suite life for Justin! Nice! I don't know if he's ever been in a suite before. I've been in them twice now. It's a great way to watch a game or concert or event depending on where exactly the suite is. I enjoyed the food when I went to the Michael W. Smith Christmas concert, but the suite was at the opposite end of the venue than the stage and I couldn't see anything in person. I had to watch the screens. It kind of sucked actually. I would have rather been in regular seats on the side. But for a basketball game, a suite is very nice because the action goes back and forth. I've in the rafters for a basketball game before and it's still pretty good. Justin has been to a Pacers' game before and I'm sure most of the kids have. But nobody has been in a suite before I bet. Sweet! Shoot, I hope he wore something decent! Probably not. Oh well.</p><p>- And that's it. That was a our weird day. Now it's started raining and the temperature will drop back down to near freezing. Big storms passing through from here to New Orleans and up to mid Canada. Lots of storm warnings, tornado warnings, lots of wind, etc. It should be a fun night. Busy day tomorrow and a slower day at home on Friday. Gym days are official done, but I think our park day will be canceled because of weather, too. But who knows, Friday is April 1st after all. Either way, I promise we would get together with Kya since he hasn't seen her all week. Poor Justin!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3IElgxTYkKzkQOHZOAph-oguCltT33PvSAz4Xs0cngTI_IqgcU_wjObFILQ_HKQGCMmXcYxvb6mIc3uBH52IJbbuujuHCuq-AJXlY1jMpTVNZAXErwng-6zkrxOXcmONRcLBundJlPYAdBn2zBYLgcJh68Jka2ZwqxpPSNbHc2zodbvYcvju4Q/s4032/IMG_2036.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3IElgxTYkKzkQOHZOAph-oguCltT33PvSAz4Xs0cngTI_IqgcU_wjObFILQ_HKQGCMmXcYxvb6mIc3uBH52IJbbuujuHCuq-AJXlY1jMpTVNZAXErwng-6zkrxOXcmONRcLBundJlPYAdBn2zBYLgcJh68Jka2ZwqxpPSNbHc2zodbvYcvju4Q/w640-h480/IMG_2036.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So this is what Keturah was helping Jared with a couple of weekends ago.Wow. I have no words. Today sort of got away from me to give Jared a proper thank you. But that's amazing. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it yet so I'm leaving it right now. Hopefully it will stay safe. I'll see it every day because it's directly opposite of my green couch. Basically you'll see in the next few photos how he took two boards and layered them together. He used his favorite red stain to make it two toned. Wow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWmjvQQyXhuiVwvHbWFMAXJ4zJ-Mi8y0hhVVAwYK6wbDjn2qdKJ4kd1fE58KnlIlmTi1hFD3GzJeSzdsUgQDSClXpf9SLeAR0Oz_bNygg1fVcu9TuiTw_yqJasYwLPrnxdLpQZb6RCJWPvJMaUuWB_y4kUwFM00YXEFWMwAOpJWfo7AW46nom1g/s4032/IMG_2037.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcWmjvQQyXhuiVwvHbWFMAXJ4zJ-Mi8y0hhVVAwYK6wbDjn2qdKJ4kd1fE58KnlIlmTi1hFD3GzJeSzdsUgQDSClXpf9SLeAR0Oz_bNygg1fVcu9TuiTw_yqJasYwLPrnxdLpQZb6RCJWPvJMaUuWB_y4kUwFM00YXEFWMwAOpJWfo7AW46nom1g/s320/IMG_2037.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's been 10 years since our March visit where we picked out our house in Canada, Benaiah and I saw sea ice for the first time, met the Newsboys in Manchester, NH's airport, and really made it real that we were moving to Canada. I think Jared this in response to my reaction talking about coming back from Canada during a counseling session a few weeks ago. 10 years.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq-T3NH4y6evInx3z7T2JrUh-fEadZ92lHCCYOhtBR5h2iHC9gu3TMeglQJoYf87WvlwxzjqoCoWv7VG7idBaCKb2GwDYebamn80rYywDBrW3HwSklz8aleyFlD3bqYkdLdMf3jXxa5kJ1G9qljtBO6sgE9pArANRLpeyLIkKzt-wBns90Cfudg/s4032/IMG_2038.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSq-T3NH4y6evInx3z7T2JrUh-fEadZ92lHCCYOhtBR5h2iHC9gu3TMeglQJoYf87WvlwxzjqoCoWv7VG7idBaCKb2GwDYebamn80rYywDBrW3HwSklz8aleyFlD3bqYkdLdMf3jXxa5kJ1G9qljtBO6sgE9pArANRLpeyLIkKzt-wBns90Cfudg/s320/IMG_2038.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The red leaf is inlaid into the the lighter part.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn813i6_d6N1bJbzD2I-uoD9Ikku2TSr0APTPWCcHEdQX1oWm2xtFrWrH9nYYRDwokGNl2bL8nM8gxT3OchKBapVSFyhSthrbOGtoS5lJlqaAOGfNBawxp2eDeCmYQJd6P6RcnPsSexm3sup_rQA0J4qE-SDr3yPs1HUCZzuT0h7ESRmpvr5wRvg/s4032/IMG_2039.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn813i6_d6N1bJbzD2I-uoD9Ikku2TSr0APTPWCcHEdQX1oWm2xtFrWrH9nYYRDwokGNl2bL8nM8gxT3OchKBapVSFyhSthrbOGtoS5lJlqaAOGfNBawxp2eDeCmYQJd6P6RcnPsSexm3sup_rQA0J4qE-SDr3yPs1HUCZzuT0h7ESRmpvr5wRvg/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two layers of wood.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-ggk6aRp7GsBqhNOE2ePmabqseZW0V51R9ZwJuWAL4175MqcsZgI_dZd6aety1q-v5fYqLHgPXL4zMVKTq1mT0uCk32hA_SfNuwUUp7CnuWd1jtX3rRQgajhu6N_q5nPly1HTB86hO5OOLaWAQf1c6kUvLWKKjPDIvPk6FUn9gFMyKvQwcg1kg/s1792/IMG_2040.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-ggk6aRp7GsBqhNOE2ePmabqseZW0V51R9ZwJuWAL4175MqcsZgI_dZd6aety1q-v5fYqLHgPXL4zMVKTq1mT0uCk32hA_SfNuwUUp7CnuWd1jtX3rRQgajhu6N_q5nPly1HTB86hO5OOLaWAQf1c6kUvLWKKjPDIvPk6FUn9gFMyKvQwcg1kg/w296-h640/IMG_2040.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's sad. FYI, we consider Benaiah to be the youngest of Millennials although this one puts him in Gen Z. He was born in 2002, and he is 20 yrs old. The other two are solid Gen Z and I'd have to say, sometimes, I do see that, but it's also hard to say since I'm around Christian families exclusively. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTevI33hY1vDHrgqSlekOl4EDfue-khM2G8ySCrCNd8wWTt3gfWYsId3Fv5PcRxDOavHM1o6ks7hcoTILNBVn57cTorNB6ecT0-OnKoyPlftHyUjk7dPWRqHLePMHVsZGxhtDE__rGt1dTZAfcuAEAjV8QL2KVO7yHJt9Gm9cjy-YCUzLFsW9XA/s1792/IMG_2041.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisTevI33hY1vDHrgqSlekOl4EDfue-khM2G8ySCrCNd8wWTt3gfWYsId3Fv5PcRxDOavHM1o6ks7hcoTILNBVn57cTorNB6ecT0-OnKoyPlftHyUjk7dPWRqHLePMHVsZGxhtDE__rGt1dTZAfcuAEAjV8QL2KVO7yHJt9Gm9cjy-YCUzLFsW9XA/w296-h640/IMG_2041.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exactly.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05T0a_F0gxns5Rizyb1BgSvcBUIjhwP5iLUuXOiMaOVIIRlrsggVt104_aUwTLhguc9rJBIdyKKDiGCss-vuhteIbH1sUB4ys3k9vjgDvJqNIT43g_1ET3Udf5l7H8mWJZ3zdAv0_CiM2lcekNtcVH3czySXZvRjf8WgTTDFXuGI3pDOr2H8guw/s1792/IMG_2042.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi05T0a_F0gxns5Rizyb1BgSvcBUIjhwP5iLUuXOiMaOVIIRlrsggVt104_aUwTLhguc9rJBIdyKKDiGCss-vuhteIbH1sUB4ys3k9vjgDvJqNIT43g_1ET3Udf5l7H8mWJZ3zdAv0_CiM2lcekNtcVH3czySXZvRjf8WgTTDFXuGI3pDOr2H8guw/w296-h640/IMG_2042.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me the past few days.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQ-gh44tSFlcQ9aenL2UUAl6OR53stjaWpJOLzCDq0PnR96k94Y5JPaldOIme6qhkEnclAty8UJKakMd3Ffr9lWNCldClO5PwBqD-tTqGSnXzbCOn2OBAmMGfd2PnSxZbRhTNyDjmIyXTUwPmUPoEek0K-hbITqy_y2iKujzQBFrQ-xClELXDJQ/s1792/IMG_2043.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinQ-gh44tSFlcQ9aenL2UUAl6OR53stjaWpJOLzCDq0PnR96k94Y5JPaldOIme6qhkEnclAty8UJKakMd3Ffr9lWNCldClO5PwBqD-tTqGSnXzbCOn2OBAmMGfd2PnSxZbRhTNyDjmIyXTUwPmUPoEek0K-hbITqy_y2iKujzQBFrQ-xClELXDJQ/w296-h640/IMG_2043.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I'm a highly sensitive person, but I'm trying to figure out how far I want to take this knowing I don't want to get too deeply into that label without a counselor or Christian piece to it. So I'm exploring this concept right now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBceKm8WpFoASjWbjcttg1mDRjy96FXyyKj7yI65Uv5ej9NKvhNZPi-GD0jkdKhbJIKfnA9JRXtz3uior6q1JeqcEQZI8N7oNkkHLCD66MWEivh56Ky2pBzVLYu4NG6tRiEbrtQfkcUb4LOMYvb0XWtsuym6ltM1ZsWHQ_wfVGUjaU2CBFsr-CIA/s1792/IMG_2046.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBceKm8WpFoASjWbjcttg1mDRjy96FXyyKj7yI65Uv5ej9NKvhNZPi-GD0jkdKhbJIKfnA9JRXtz3uior6q1JeqcEQZI8N7oNkkHLCD66MWEivh56Ky2pBzVLYu4NG6tRiEbrtQfkcUb4LOMYvb0XWtsuym6ltM1ZsWHQ_wfVGUjaU2CBFsr-CIA/w296-h640/IMG_2046.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Already warming up for the day.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V4P8yDKA_gYnpYIG9a64mPuIWfSQ_1aDHk-KthACV_Z1Epc4jb9fmfwEJcn_nSkejVtCUK1a9FZK01_ICLcdFxEK8IHoq6do1R968HgCadFcWl4z_tSlhi8nAesmgWEu6rc9YBkwcxRp9C9s6_SX_mPS66p2rDLEjYcI2qH_LQZRmBURPy6svw/s4032/IMG_2048.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0V4P8yDKA_gYnpYIG9a64mPuIWfSQ_1aDHk-KthACV_Z1Epc4jb9fmfwEJcn_nSkejVtCUK1a9FZK01_ICLcdFxEK8IHoq6do1R968HgCadFcWl4z_tSlhi8nAesmgWEu6rc9YBkwcxRp9C9s6_SX_mPS66p2rDLEjYcI2qH_LQZRmBURPy6svw/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yup. It happened. On a pothole just outside of Wanamaker near the softball fields. Thankfully, right after a stop sign. Bummers. Just a tire. Hissss.....I tried to stop it with my finger. No such luck. It was flat within a minute or two.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiP26HtfLOeWuwbTarIuDQS3BGiuNbQTsEIYHz62qYKALqTEd0W02w-PP5caxeZDktourPOMCK0ip4ONS5OI1gTB8ssO1TQYJOqFCqdM_y4HirV0xm8cLU2N8K43kDbdVwVEUZAvrACjys4baeCMucdwde8cRUBBrpZD7uaasnWBlAamA_HzZAg/s4032/IMG_2050.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiP26HtfLOeWuwbTarIuDQS3BGiuNbQTsEIYHz62qYKALqTEd0W02w-PP5caxeZDktourPOMCK0ip4ONS5OI1gTB8ssO1TQYJOqFCqdM_y4HirV0xm8cLU2N8K43kDbdVwVEUZAvrACjys4baeCMucdwde8cRUBBrpZD7uaasnWBlAamA_HzZAg/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy to the rescue.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6srkKjwPYy5-qwHNl0LjNLp_DNOyKCpi_o60M9h1pBvrcYcye8CbDo5E1AOpuSJnbP_AxNZUEAwYIoMhhfFC9jDbJGQruUYRhmzc4Tq6DRouoh0QeiXz3j4F0Enc1_lIH6UdcHklcuV109Opb_ZPzbdk5HXjx8NndLHTkzQMFfAC2VnvER5qurQ/s4032/IMG_2051.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6srkKjwPYy5-qwHNl0LjNLp_DNOyKCpi_o60M9h1pBvrcYcye8CbDo5E1AOpuSJnbP_AxNZUEAwYIoMhhfFC9jDbJGQruUYRhmzc4Tq6DRouoh0QeiXz3j4F0Enc1_lIH6UdcHklcuV109Opb_ZPzbdk5HXjx8NndLHTkzQMFfAC2VnvER5qurQ/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good thing this car has a good spare and flat tire kit! And today is much warmer than yesterday!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecqKXcMuOlL84qFOxKjAdMoaKsr1xtFzbygtcGuPMSBCpgx20zEu6XV9CnZCzH3QIVmyIKebrDMq_4cfKJTt7QAElSW1W2omBuiWOTMheWiFDhT8M4hFe_lyAs8GA_KuSKBserjabXSgw6V_9CMmg_8cgy53oZRQewa46KKG2T0sUa_ril8CnHw/s4032/IMG_2052.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgecqKXcMuOlL84qFOxKjAdMoaKsr1xtFzbygtcGuPMSBCpgx20zEu6XV9CnZCzH3QIVmyIKebrDMq_4cfKJTt7QAElSW1W2omBuiWOTMheWiFDhT8M4hFe_lyAs8GA_KuSKBserjabXSgw6V_9CMmg_8cgy53oZRQewa46KKG2T0sUa_ril8CnHw/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't lose the lug nuts like Ralph did in The Christmas Story! Keturah and I kept thinking about the bad word that Ralph said in the movie and how the movie said "fudge" instead. The funny thing, Abishai DID drop one!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCgF_8HvCND8BLMAH9VP4lXZBaDYrR7pZHXDQwmX3HGGr0U2GdeAGtciv0cRcGNZkHvs4Rf7Xi6KBmQvir3hfqAw05SDNTayaCRSU3829LDenxvQwss_bmmVIIEjDKvoeBBRJ6B9aFVnRXMbSnd2BmRqyMiWRr1sIpmg16vAY6ZXZrDMjVwaKpQ/s4032/IMG_2054.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDCgF_8HvCND8BLMAH9VP4lXZBaDYrR7pZHXDQwmX3HGGr0U2GdeAGtciv0cRcGNZkHvs4Rf7Xi6KBmQvir3hfqAw05SDNTayaCRSU3829LDenxvQwss_bmmVIIEjDKvoeBBRJ6B9aFVnRXMbSnd2BmRqyMiWRr1sIpmg16vAY6ZXZrDMjVwaKpQ/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, time to limp home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWiZ3GKhLjt-F98Rmv4R7rlLn71iSf_n0D82A7mN7RwePJ3X1oH8znAQu7NKC5OfPCdRnbudgffgpe5m8UxavoH4qRl8oSrhd8bhsW4wCb2RTlvi0HNKmzLP2rDN1qTIMbqRuBHps1DJU9Z9Q_b2GF8lvSe1chrGDMIgeBydh1wZM7bWvghHl9Q/s2016/IMG_2055.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWiZ3GKhLjt-F98Rmv4R7rlLn71iSf_n0D82A7mN7RwePJ3X1oH8znAQu7NKC5OfPCdRnbudgffgpe5m8UxavoH4qRl8oSrhd8bhsW4wCb2RTlvi0HNKmzLP2rDN1qTIMbqRuBHps1DJU9Z9Q_b2GF8lvSe1chrGDMIgeBydh1wZM7bWvghHl9Q/s320/IMG_2055.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I guess Jared decided to take photo of the pothole. I'm not sure he got the exact same one, but I'm pretty sure it was one very similar to this. The potholes between our house and this little side street are very bad. The streets are not major thoroughfares for the community so they haven't been done yet. They usually do get to them eventually. I should have known better. And I have been avoiding this particular one for the last two months. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_paPs4ksRVGKJ86b6_33tnwXLFmOThWm8-_V09ZZobPqlDgv1LNqbvdeTqALG_HmkNA3wzgt1giJ1RgtPG6YaFFQyuFjV4DYYYFNtnfZLXC4R_JHqYlGzAMt_zwmgw14h8-uRj1MBiuQlylSWZRiLzjmADlDBjDJnrM3mcUywx8gUyBcg76ALg/s1792/IMG_2056.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_paPs4ksRVGKJ86b6_33tnwXLFmOThWm8-_V09ZZobPqlDgv1LNqbvdeTqALG_HmkNA3wzgt1giJ1RgtPG6YaFFQyuFjV4DYYYFNtnfZLXC4R_JHqYlGzAMt_zwmgw14h8-uRj1MBiuQlylSWZRiLzjmADlDBjDJnrM3mcUywx8gUyBcg76ALg/w296-h640/IMG_2056.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgav3FhRWNeRJim9ltNBiGGPsanHnm-ch8LjRpyB7Hpk5xGZ8--2gn3r-aPPhLqpDHh_rpLxIzhY9DAIt61vqCx2KEVvVnDbVKU2TWxuO9vLgfzRNQEUZLkKdE6BeMKcuO6BuKDbVMf_GxmFUsUmpGcJNnUUpbLUj32wkjvAdl9jOayTfl2FJ7CFw/s1792/IMG_2059.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgav3FhRWNeRJim9ltNBiGGPsanHnm-ch8LjRpyB7Hpk5xGZ8--2gn3r-aPPhLqpDHh_rpLxIzhY9DAIt61vqCx2KEVvVnDbVKU2TWxuO9vLgfzRNQEUZLkKdE6BeMKcuO6BuKDbVMf_GxmFUsUmpGcJNnUUpbLUj32wkjvAdl9jOayTfl2FJ7CFw/w296-h640/IMG_2059.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some screenshots of the fun Justin's been having. They went rock wall climbing on Monday night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O9ZLz0QOM9_RbuzRvyM9sNsp210dbtM0fuIY_39lHgY-ffM9zHHiBvIGyBLfAYncISIYzUpJ24iPhNhAcId0MiRKNffXmEuHq2fhFNI_3tpRnZ20noMDEmu-LcU_k_e-Z_YDZcIjJbuHG8wEOTjAbMvtkBVSZSdz8YpR_PL_h1WhDkvNeq9kZQ/s1792/IMG_2057.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O9ZLz0QOM9_RbuzRvyM9sNsp210dbtM0fuIY_39lHgY-ffM9zHHiBvIGyBLfAYncISIYzUpJ24iPhNhAcId0MiRKNffXmEuHq2fhFNI_3tpRnZ20noMDEmu-LcU_k_e-Z_YDZcIjJbuHG8wEOTjAbMvtkBVSZSdz8YpR_PL_h1WhDkvNeq9kZQ/w296-h640/IMG_2057.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They helped a ministry move locations or set up some stuff on Tuesday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCysc7qqzaNcpAB-hhDG8Tt4fvaXJOonRcQR_n2vwyjNOKCCKp9hOvzXeob59qVINMnl3XPuwJ06hjVM1MK5ARee8StWWa4jvFzfpKK88I1hn_trkclu_wJ8ZUZFEwnO0dj4_cVBp2zb6t-Ai6cHBrg4rv2sNTtcukPw7aCqIBip8dNyq5qyMf7g/s1792/IMG_2058.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCysc7qqzaNcpAB-hhDG8Tt4fvaXJOonRcQR_n2vwyjNOKCCKp9hOvzXeob59qVINMnl3XPuwJ06hjVM1MK5ARee8StWWa4jvFzfpKK88I1hn_trkclu_wJ8ZUZFEwnO0dj4_cVBp2zb6t-Ai6cHBrg4rv2sNTtcukPw7aCqIBip8dNyq5qyMf7g/w296-h640/IMG_2058.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They cleaned up stuff at church on Monday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc22tQ8nVni8VLEucHuQ7eiY2f7LW7_i8WbLZLf12Ng0SU1Ld2W9f5kUq8D8cyACPowTc7CZvVqsozGqJt5eVU3GIVWeMcN2eyRtIlsj2psh3Q76AfaqlU0e-1u_0TV7OA7r6upmgqrO7EHFQ1heN1xVk-EupGieC80iVO5uqHDMEOMsYMSKOqw/s1792/IMG_2060.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc22tQ8nVni8VLEucHuQ7eiY2f7LW7_i8WbLZLf12Ng0SU1Ld2W9f5kUq8D8cyACPowTc7CZvVqsozGqJt5eVU3GIVWeMcN2eyRtIlsj2psh3Q76AfaqlU0e-1u_0TV7OA7r6upmgqrO7EHFQ1heN1xVk-EupGieC80iVO5uqHDMEOMsYMSKOqw/w296-h640/IMG_2060.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty warm on Wednesday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwEI1kgdy9SfF--sb5-9POEg1PbbeH9q65mRtLMPXZ7CG8A5Yk7dr5h5TbXE3qfyjkH1sr03gntbh50Uh-mcGAUHfb-0yVPU883mxArKSWSwmMshfOc1DvbbzjH7chKOgs3OPIlrJet8_OV3lMMBSlHX-K6OiZMglrAaisvUzrK3gKq7q8BkZQw/s1792/IMG_2061.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQwEI1kgdy9SfF--sb5-9POEg1PbbeH9q65mRtLMPXZ7CG8A5Yk7dr5h5TbXE3qfyjkH1sr03gntbh50Uh-mcGAUHfb-0yVPU883mxArKSWSwmMshfOc1DvbbzjH7chKOgs3OPIlrJet8_OV3lMMBSlHX-K6OiZMglrAaisvUzrK3gKq7q8BkZQw/w296-h640/IMG_2061.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the temps drop right back down again. My body hates this so much.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5gsGHrXAih2vcOYvuy1CJxZg-hLKCUQc-DiIkfEj2fnoNvHjR1JDLNt5CuER-auJaERk_flIyu5E0wCztk2prpDIirAI8ig8okFMU-Bp2lnKnEulGjG8ATI3IGj5dQ7C_bV3M9e4PkiVeXSGfUsNSmC3UuDqhvUJU-RsdEAuREiv-wHmE7TG3w/s4032/IMG_2062.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5gsGHrXAih2vcOYvuy1CJxZg-hLKCUQc-DiIkfEj2fnoNvHjR1JDLNt5CuER-auJaERk_flIyu5E0wCztk2prpDIirAI8ig8okFMU-Bp2lnKnEulGjG8ATI3IGj5dQ7C_bV3M9e4PkiVeXSGfUsNSmC3UuDqhvUJU-RsdEAuREiv-wHmE7TG3w/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only before photo I have because I always forget the before photos. I left up the tall dead stuff for the birds and to protect the plants below. Now I just hope I didn't uncover everything too soon.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-t85Ro1D8fuZzYsDZr1BKG9M7rcjc32j1qN59qbKQKvGNiBYcu3K2aFoGlIyqTiMjaLD_2h1mlRFaoQn1rvMyaJ_9voArB6aGlrG5C8FOvglX5VO4uLMJDimIrQniunXlv_8zda5euU823j21YT6n5UsvYCI9JcymT7dwI47o4bGTgsBUU7B1w/s4032/IMG_2063.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf-t85Ro1D8fuZzYsDZr1BKG9M7rcjc32j1qN59qbKQKvGNiBYcu3K2aFoGlIyqTiMjaLD_2h1mlRFaoQn1rvMyaJ_9voArB6aGlrG5C8FOvglX5VO4uLMJDimIrQniunXlv_8zda5euU823j21YT6n5UsvYCI9JcymT7dwI47o4bGTgsBUU7B1w/s320/IMG_2063.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giggles happening behind me.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpId21kTRkUixwrge-Et_RhM1ZLwlktT1To0Gsj-Yp9XlrAqhIJ8fT15ptIm_cmpw_YU91OXnDuWijrnS_i0KrvYkgF4LdNN2AWlWNkeEvTLRRBQTwMO4XO4IixNVCT4wHWd0SNKy_B3UAH2UAPnIrv0C8DtPvSe4yG-nMRYFoI9r-cY3ZvU4jmA/s4032/IMG_2064.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpId21kTRkUixwrge-Et_RhM1ZLwlktT1To0Gsj-Yp9XlrAqhIJ8fT15ptIm_cmpw_YU91OXnDuWijrnS_i0KrvYkgF4LdNN2AWlWNkeEvTLRRBQTwMO4XO4IixNVCT4wHWd0SNKy_B3UAH2UAPnIrv0C8DtPvSe4yG-nMRYFoI9r-cY3ZvU4jmA/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think Abishai might have drawn the Razor Crest on the left side (or maybe Keturah?) and then the rainbow was Keturah. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8n68M8mtrEDyd95OlCF1voGCy6MssWFsjIBb-U8n7pD25MU5ZEoaHWQsSPIa9_FslGGUoOfINoFugX3ltu626k4P0QG1YjF9NB9sWeeGZmh2iDj4ZX8A-GOPOZXZs-gTn8bzfPAvFeJjBOfRSOAW-PERItsFAira29j4w0W0ISShUmg_mqAhtRQ/s4032/IMG_2065.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8n68M8mtrEDyd95OlCF1voGCy6MssWFsjIBb-U8n7pD25MU5ZEoaHWQsSPIa9_FslGGUoOfINoFugX3ltu626k4P0QG1YjF9NB9sWeeGZmh2iDj4ZX8A-GOPOZXZs-gTn8bzfPAvFeJjBOfRSOAW-PERItsFAira29j4w0W0ISShUmg_mqAhtRQ/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We found these furry things on our driveway and then in the yard today. They are the seed packets/blossoms for the _____ tree out front. But your eyes aren't deceiving you. You are looking at fur! The outside of the packet is as furry and soft as a lucky rabbit's foot (yes, those things from the 80's/90's). I had no idea that a seed could feel soft! It's the weirdest thing in the world. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Rfg0dLrFzwLEPmn_oQio6iq1Q0HuyBW6Fr5byJGcWdtRoPCOgqP9AgRWEIFtJWAni0WDRQhMjnTaeFQHzXeeDGVPeAGwWtlf5LAd83AgkNtyv7ZdspxxX_97bv369Ct6GB5D32vT4gJNh7L85Lq600JkP_dfPd7R9_HZIMRBCpgZOuUONazpeQ/s4032/IMG_2066.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Rfg0dLrFzwLEPmn_oQio6iq1Q0HuyBW6Fr5byJGcWdtRoPCOgqP9AgRWEIFtJWAni0WDRQhMjnTaeFQHzXeeDGVPeAGwWtlf5LAd83AgkNtyv7ZdspxxX_97bv369Ct6GB5D32vT4gJNh7L85Lq600JkP_dfPd7R9_HZIMRBCpgZOuUONazpeQ/s320/IMG_2066.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8Rk1S3F-1BkMTBnROJWFoNKbrdSTX8-ZgOEPyZut7AlOMXJqEeHDV2lb_1_fnm36Ak8KTSQ2Lre7PJnyChN5tXLX0WKsYRwxbysySaToC43a0cFqXVBZuR0MEPqeYAv8MGsMF19M-DcYQL-mUKJQvvjrNNlAZ0z6U0Y0BoLCzQh5fMccOu0UFw/s4032/IMG_2067.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8Rk1S3F-1BkMTBnROJWFoNKbrdSTX8-ZgOEPyZut7AlOMXJqEeHDV2lb_1_fnm36Ak8KTSQ2Lre7PJnyChN5tXLX0WKsYRwxbysySaToC43a0cFqXVBZuR0MEPqeYAv8MGsMF19M-DcYQL-mUKJQvvjrNNlAZ0z6U0Y0BoLCzQh5fMccOu0UFw/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how I found it on the driveway. I thought it was baby bunny ears at first. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBCv5eleihBetQmBi6PdBmMGcJfeJVR_T575iCvM-570pl5gMrCmiqr9YK2mkWv5sdLeeL3WULSSLSUWMidqRw3cFKjd2Ao7pApCmk5AM72AFuJWFkUQwvjPylk8UOPdIu66HGMz7u6ilu8dLAUBQwXkS5vGpGquVz74BNSGblRRIxw0HINYFnQ/s4032/IMG_2068.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBCv5eleihBetQmBi6PdBmMGcJfeJVR_T575iCvM-570pl5gMrCmiqr9YK2mkWv5sdLeeL3WULSSLSUWMidqRw3cFKjd2Ao7pApCmk5AM72AFuJWFkUQwvjPylk8UOPdIu66HGMz7u6ilu8dLAUBQwXkS5vGpGquVz74BNSGblRRIxw0HINYFnQ/s320/IMG_2068.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I turned it over and saw, oh, it's a seed/blossom covering! How cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbziq75oWPCok8kyW8RSf7NqpFYJGqVnj1jqXZf7XkaUll3PYlkTCpcdi6IC47nFzcH5pHvHlVo-SBfcJ1-xxSkK-I6_VXi8ge6Qu1rvR6-LMWNnGD2AW5EQ-PNuWUHzeTrP6ULkbgdrZdZevgwUX1AnRu09oYNtSixnpmyZrvJVoT9Zw_ArVtg/s4032/IMG_2070.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMbziq75oWPCok8kyW8RSf7NqpFYJGqVnj1jqXZf7XkaUll3PYlkTCpcdi6IC47nFzcH5pHvHlVo-SBfcJ1-xxSkK-I6_VXi8ge6Qu1rvR6-LMWNnGD2AW5EQ-PNuWUHzeTrP6ULkbgdrZdZevgwUX1AnRu09oYNtSixnpmyZrvJVoT9Zw_ArVtg/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai decided to collect a few more today. I guess we just never realized that they were on the tree. That tree always blooms so fast, too. We were just in the right place at the right time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPZdyzlrgNqUkxA8Ezn_8qW5u8HKCel0I2KuSHFnQuST9aJB3F6-0bVVrHEGpB_8sYPAU2QA0oE9rtYRct_-I6jHP0SyuCq2Ti6wJxvf-7ARwmWw1XFDtsS6_wYahu1pk0PQaXPZoaM5GMA0v6dQnhiRyyZ7ZdcKw3nM54mUqF0PGhsy719wajA/s4032/IMG_2071.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUPZdyzlrgNqUkxA8Ezn_8qW5u8HKCel0I2KuSHFnQuST9aJB3F6-0bVVrHEGpB_8sYPAU2QA0oE9rtYRct_-I6jHP0SyuCq2Ti6wJxvf-7ARwmWw1XFDtsS6_wYahu1pk0PQaXPZoaM5GMA0v6dQnhiRyyZ7ZdcKw3nM54mUqF0PGhsy719wajA/s320/IMG_2071.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice and clean ready for the new stalks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXDhr7fww_leAwFA9y0NRGUoirJGVZtxw6PTdqqnCYyMtWq40d2_MiFcBMXsnbXTR6A8F8rogAB0ORTANH7NQ4Vc0Jl8VR7NshAiNGLQCTK8Jbg2xR1ir8_HbYOTVrbQRSOtjmtJytiYIjklak7XxK3dvOy7x6l1ZxXWjNF6ww8WFF3Q8zOIWQQ/s4032/IMG_2072.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjXDhr7fww_leAwFA9y0NRGUoirJGVZtxw6PTdqqnCYyMtWq40d2_MiFcBMXsnbXTR6A8F8rogAB0ORTANH7NQ4Vc0Jl8VR7NshAiNGLQCTK8Jbg2xR1ir8_HbYOTVrbQRSOtjmtJytiYIjklak7XxK3dvOy7x6l1ZxXWjNF6ww8WFF3Q8zOIWQQ/s320/IMG_2072.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbK0OSJ0T4ABv_iqmwXp-D7Y1GE7jrHMvOAk4VPBSK1MiXJoWSpmSjZlE1oDQWcZ7IRHOqev--gSWPSGOp_yjJJLc1wUxPUiXWVZ0d3PTjlP_Cuu567NlhpIEP6tqkAL7eaOHBGfNqxgxg7rjlt8uLStPRKEMIvnHVzoeNVG2MlEyNERJhu-I6A/s4032/IMG_2073.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbK0OSJ0T4ABv_iqmwXp-D7Y1GE7jrHMvOAk4VPBSK1MiXJoWSpmSjZlE1oDQWcZ7IRHOqev--gSWPSGOp_yjJJLc1wUxPUiXWVZ0d3PTjlP_Cuu567NlhpIEP6tqkAL7eaOHBGfNqxgxg7rjlt8uLStPRKEMIvnHVzoeNVG2MlEyNERJhu-I6A/s320/IMG_2073.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwXT77wYZUs4xmajfagTGXeOkNvW2XhaJCj2swR01Ds65s7cxpMYe_rfeaPfVn-Z_o8YtKw_41sI7P_pB_ZUDnta43SFlIfz89fr-sslIGfFFdplnN_5Jrg7p2cMuvdjKxYOwExPGqgszy1OrxoPXIpkUyl5WaVqlOKHaumiAVQaLK0GUlvSUmg/s4032/IMG_2074.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbwXT77wYZUs4xmajfagTGXeOkNvW2XhaJCj2swR01Ds65s7cxpMYe_rfeaPfVn-Z_o8YtKw_41sI7P_pB_ZUDnta43SFlIfz89fr-sslIGfFFdplnN_5Jrg7p2cMuvdjKxYOwExPGqgszy1OrxoPXIpkUyl5WaVqlOKHaumiAVQaLK0GUlvSUmg/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at all the new green plants! Then after this next set of cold weather, we'll loosen up the current mulch and have Wanamaker Feed and Seed bring us one more big load to finish out this flower beds. 3 hrs of work because I dug deep to get out the grass roots that were starting to take over.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7YZFZd7SfKlaERcNPCDHsdnqGznrhc1uKJLKmaIE5Yq9E8bvGZVozkF7AUXxzL3gaoyLsTdZaqbKuAFAz5oTIy-u3iDJl1B_mp8GHGigpkEWizKAgwRCd0i4MV_CKqa3m_qGLpU8LGgdvz8c7VaQFM9Tly4S6j_WK9jyN8L42IE5vxb5ViNT3w/s4032/IMG_2075.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL7YZFZd7SfKlaERcNPCDHsdnqGznrhc1uKJLKmaIE5Yq9E8bvGZVozkF7AUXxzL3gaoyLsTdZaqbKuAFAz5oTIy-u3iDJl1B_mp8GHGigpkEWizKAgwRCd0i4MV_CKqa3m_qGLpU8LGgdvz8c7VaQFM9Tly4S6j_WK9jyN8L42IE5vxb5ViNT3w/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki52nTTIWmf7DA0HM3OUBk70yfss4L3fRoR9Yg-lnQrx4Jc4guKp9ht3I7v3T8ROfBjhZht-z-BjEiKNMbY3TkadvR2BXBTKgQwzaJYD26th7rbFp-eAUppkOVfS-jX8iuFVAFLpy896qsukjQFHTG5kD-lx9WGkCht8Bwy8c63YE_AqjctrNAA/s1792/IMG_2076.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhki52nTTIWmf7DA0HM3OUBk70yfss4L3fRoR9Yg-lnQrx4Jc4guKp9ht3I7v3T8ROfBjhZht-z-BjEiKNMbY3TkadvR2BXBTKgQwzaJYD26th7rbFp-eAUppkOVfS-jX8iuFVAFLpy896qsukjQFHTG5kD-lx9WGkCht8Bwy8c63YE_AqjctrNAA/s320/IMG_2076.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Families that storm together, stay together. Gotta love this storms that go all the way north to Hudson Bay all the way to Chalmette. Aaron was standing by for tornadoes and flooding.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWtdO-pb18EC00lVe24tW7YjrhFFh0NhEnGrwue1-4CkgS9HmXibFmVT9MAam4Mc1035_LNyTHkWpxRdZIsGlxxSTScvPoLS4clptz2BBKDr_PqyjCadWHHzRAQnOCEgPQM3VFhOkNBkZ1mAZhW52Zz3D16qzvCc8-sQTpBGKe2sFn1DpI_zhvA/s1792/IMG_2077.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkWtdO-pb18EC00lVe24tW7YjrhFFh0NhEnGrwue1-4CkgS9HmXibFmVT9MAam4Mc1035_LNyTHkWpxRdZIsGlxxSTScvPoLS4clptz2BBKDr_PqyjCadWHHzRAQnOCEgPQM3VFhOkNBkZ1mAZhW52Zz3D16qzvCc8-sQTpBGKe2sFn1DpI_zhvA/s320/IMG_2077.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And a few hours later, she has hit land! Loads of wind and rain. It will be here all night, too. Fun times!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe2uGABQOkhB64u1QxMPaEeTD4BMe1hy3S9SpUOzZYRNkG8reIb29dmWb1egcLrxLuVHha6xF9UEWjZmB7dpQXyAZnx0JjiV_HvJPiGufC4Mxk_FwCBiY2cWcIxGjVtIBoFW_YJf3C0jY69kI_MM0bTNQit0pd-6HCUJDnoXZ0JnqVJ24beSUeQ/s1792/IMG_2078.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVe2uGABQOkhB64u1QxMPaEeTD4BMe1hy3S9SpUOzZYRNkG8reIb29dmWb1egcLrxLuVHha6xF9UEWjZmB7dpQXyAZnx0JjiV_HvJPiGufC4Mxk_FwCBiY2cWcIxGjVtIBoFW_YJf3C0jY69kI_MM0bTNQit0pd-6HCUJDnoXZ0JnqVJ24beSUeQ/s320/IMG_2078.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I grabbed a screenshot of someone's video that was there with Justin at the suite life so I could figure out where they were sitting. Nice view! Justin said it was fun and Boomer, the mascot, came to see him in the suite!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdl6f0TmIPxhkYmq_sItJ5-LkjVGQ4qNlUIID65K7iQIXE-Ua6Tv7cBihWAvk53cVM00myipCGNAzDNnWKhZgSIHkidlA5Qc5cmw02BecM61ce0gCRZZI96kc_ypahfVND9D7DMVwk9GffjXxaQlefV8cZAnysVQS4bMCPjabqPy3yZ2zkSY8QKQ/s4032/IMG_2023.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdl6f0TmIPxhkYmq_sItJ5-LkjVGQ4qNlUIID65K7iQIXE-Ua6Tv7cBihWAvk53cVM00myipCGNAzDNnWKhZgSIHkidlA5Qc5cmw02BecM61ce0gCRZZI96kc_ypahfVND9D7DMVwk9GffjXxaQlefV8cZAnysVQS4bMCPjabqPy3yZ2zkSY8QKQ/s320/IMG_2023.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then, somebody must have known somebody, because they were told to wait around for a bit after the game. And they got to go out onto the floor after the game! Say what?! Jealous! An NBA game?! Nice! I'm sure all the sportsy people were thrilled! At least Justin took this photo for me. Nice one! Justin said he bought one 24oz bottle of pop at the concession stand and it cost him $6!!! What a rip off! I told him it was going to be really bad. Poor guy. And they don't let you bring in any outside drinks and food. It's horrible. It's plain stupid. They don't need that profit margin. And yet, people pay that. Anyway, Justin said the game had a good turn out. The Pacers lost by a little bit, but it wasn't a bad ball game. One more day of serve week left!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTinAA17fuvTkIb4RCWZDaa74SHf9zGhpc64uf3-ocQNsMmpLMYgmEiAlYfehA4y6_m1jwAgmVZ-MJQL9ISMrsMBCIBztzdGDM-3XRZieUgvfsIuogbP2EhS3Z1Q-_uV4ITAe9hMlmpYgEtQnRhJc6K34Z8NEVFzNFxplmg2RXxfGQFQQukyxUQ/s3520/IMG_2080.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzTinAA17fuvTkIb4RCWZDaa74SHf9zGhpc64uf3-ocQNsMmpLMYgmEiAlYfehA4y6_m1jwAgmVZ-MJQL9ISMrsMBCIBztzdGDM-3XRZieUgvfsIuogbP2EhS3Z1Q-_uV4ITAe9hMlmpYgEtQnRhJc6K34Z8NEVFzNFxplmg2RXxfGQFQQukyxUQ/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow, the winds ware so strong, it below things around while the window remains closed. Crazy weather.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/fona2wTuoJk" target="_blank">Big Storm A' Brewing</a><br /></p><p>Thursday - Not Enough Caffeine in the World</p><p>- There is not enough caffeine in the world to wake me up enough and help me concentrate enough to talk to a counselor today. Not enough at all. Caffeine does not replace real sleep. And why am I sleep deprived? Let me recount the ways. Restless leg syndrome. FOMO. Stupidity. Stress. Hard relationships. Fear. Anxiety. Stupidity. Physical pain. Yup. All of them. I don't even know what we will talk about. I don't have a plan. I just know I'm exhausted. I'll have to rely on someone else to carry the conversation. I hate going in under prepared. It always feel like a waste of money and this one is super expensive. Ugh.</p><p>- BUT we had a good morning today with school. The kids had Bible class with Grandpa. I had a phone appointment with my gynecologist about the ovarian cysts. We determined, once again, to just keep on trucking. And if I need surgery to remove fibroids again, we will look at removing the cysts. Otherwise, those bad boys can stay in there until I die. Unless I have other symptoms or they grow bigger. And she said that a lot of times they shrink when hormones change during menopause. So, just get a quick ultrasound every year before my annual and I'm good to go. Same as the pap smear and the mammogram. Easily done, usually covered at least somewhat by insurance. No problem. Then we cracked on with school and I didn't let Abishai mess about. I threatened him with the timer and taking away screen time 15 min at a time and it actually helped him make quicker decisions and get done. Then we did history while he ate lunch. And we were done by 1pm. It's a miracle!</p><p>- After that, Keturah and Abishai walked over to Grandma's house with Socks because Grandma is dog sitting Morgan, Miss Mary and Dan's dog, and Keturah wanted them to meet. She said there was some growling, a lot of sniffing each other, and then for 10 minutes outside, there was a war on who get the most pee on one spot. They are both males and both big dogs. Oh boy. And then more sniffing and eyeballing each other and some treats inside. Keturah didn't notice what their tails were doing. They weren't together long enough to see if they would eventually ignore each other, but I think they would. They are both large dogs that are well loved and well behaved in genera. Morgan is lab or retriever mix. Gorgeous black thing who loves water and fetching things and going for walks and is extremely active. He takes over Miss Mary's Facebook page to tell us what he's been up to. It's hilarious. I think he's 7 or 8 years old, so not too young. Keturah said Socks was dragging big time on the way home. Way too much sniffing and keeping up with a younger dog. </p><p>- Kind of like me trying to keep up with the more fit and/or younger women. Oh me, oh my. I forgot that I'm out of shape and that I have fibromyalgia. Three hours on all fours, and occasionally leaning over and I'm as sore as I would be after an hour at the gym on leg AND a bit of arm day. But mostly leg day. I'm so sore! I know I was feeling shaky when I was on all fours, but I thought it was from low blood sugar. I had just eaten a good sized piece of pizza and drank coffee with sweetened creamer so I had had plenty of calories and carbs, so it was weird to feel that way. Now I know why. My muscles were actually fatigued! Whoops! I'm glad I got it all done in one go though. Because I wouldn't be able to go out and try again for a week. Plus it's only 40 degrees. But from below my knees all the way up to my lower back, and then a bit of my shoulders blades is so sore! I lathered them up in some of that naproxen cream stuff that Jared has and it took the edge off for a bit. But I'm walking around like a rode a horse for hours. I'm definitely NOT like Grannie Annie probably was at age 40. She's allowed to complain at her age of 95 and feel this way. I'm not allowed. Ok, I'm allowed, I am weak and I do have fibro, but it just reminds me why I don't exercise. I hate exercising. I hate feeling like this. I'd rather just move slowly through life at the same rate of speed. Grannie Annie talked about having one of those walkers with a seat. I might have to get me one of those next time we go to a theme park. I can always just put it in a wagon or something. There's no shame in a 40 year old using a walker if they have disabilities. Anyway, I'm sore. It hurts. <br /></p><p>- Well, the afternoon was a crazy mash up of being late to just about everything. Somehow Justin got home while Jared and I barely got to our appointment. Traffic was bad as usual on the way home. Then Jared to go to the post office to drop packages for e2. All of that made Abishai nearly 15 minutes late for class. I wish our appointments were at 2 and not 4 but Jared insists on making them at the end of the day and going through rush hour traffic. And then he growls at the traffic the whole way home. Ok, well then the appointments can only happen on Tuesdays. I'm done with Abishai being late. I didn't eat until 8pm either. But at least Keturah, Justin, and Abishai handled everything well. I'm grateful for that. </p><p>- Everybody is just tired. I'm sore. Abishai worked really hard at Tang Soo tonight and the rest of his friends did, too. They actually listened and obeyed for once. Justin is exhausted from the week of serving and people time. And Jared seems spent as well, especially after our session today. It was a lot. I could go sleep right now. Sigh. I'm glad I wrote most of today's entry this afternoon because if I hadn't, it wouldn't have sounded as good. Oh, and the IAHE newsletter finally went out today. </p><p>- So, off to do photos, vids and maybe enjoy a show. TGIF!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqnE4ipqZ9DWIOD5VBRwyoN_QIkOScyMhnizRnf2zoE1Kut55qID6aVsSpZ1QI28tzxkf0_ZBRdbTQIgct5meFtjTMSuV6UiqyQ-IK0x9T4kDrCPkEXt-shpUAcgunKyADm954SLkcWoc72N3WY2usAtcmzyRMsUgVHOsbxtFoHKI-sfBT3RTxQ/s1792/IMG_2082.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinqnE4ipqZ9DWIOD5VBRwyoN_QIkOScyMhnizRnf2zoE1Kut55qID6aVsSpZ1QI28tzxkf0_ZBRdbTQIgct5meFtjTMSuV6UiqyQ-IK0x9T4kDrCPkEXt-shpUAcgunKyADm954SLkcWoc72N3WY2usAtcmzyRMsUgVHOsbxtFoHKI-sfBT3RTxQ/w296-h640/IMG_2082.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I pulled off a few more screenshots of Justin with the Serve Week crew from Instagram. Here they are at the game last night with Boomer, the Pacers' mascot.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-s9AJoV16IvMEm__5BHxwzgDisvHi58ZxI_4qbVe3598GtV29YtD6_7ZByWwepwy6ZZNIl_RQGvS3kMUOuDkz3RdMdoEJa9x7kWWCCMr21D9WKubiNezvjGRVkGgqdG1yjzqy8B_aKrSMfShuYmu9-YPqsYIqpOloN7YsqW4kYdYzr5A-9MBYqA/s1792/IMG_2083.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-s9AJoV16IvMEm__5BHxwzgDisvHi58ZxI_4qbVe3598GtV29YtD6_7ZByWwepwy6ZZNIl_RQGvS3kMUOuDkz3RdMdoEJa9x7kWWCCMr21D9WKubiNezvjGRVkGgqdG1yjzqy8B_aKrSMfShuYmu9-YPqsYIqpOloN7YsqW4kYdYzr5A-9MBYqA/w296-h640/IMG_2083.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And then again on the court of the fieldhouse, whatever it's actual name is these days (it started off as Conseco, then Bankers Life, and now it just changed to something else).<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zkTqJYKF90LmdTRsLhOgLHh3xFfuvY5JjG_2x9NjGb4YEBysHQeqCYSR340gOWquBKGisMVrmu1CM00LlTIel1QEkb23u_uriNEFQmQyc6LdnJ9ODYImKrc5mmzQ9lxYs2sgN0OsMfWVkzbvZUXUO6fi7sFF1cNqTsYYUkVTDvBBH_GT-Ka0hw/s1792/IMG_2084.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4zkTqJYKF90LmdTRsLhOgLHh3xFfuvY5JjG_2x9NjGb4YEBysHQeqCYSR340gOWquBKGisMVrmu1CM00LlTIel1QEkb23u_uriNEFQmQyc6LdnJ9ODYImKrc5mmzQ9lxYs2sgN0OsMfWVkzbvZUXUO6fi7sFF1cNqTsYYUkVTDvBBH_GT-Ka0hw/w296-h640/IMG_2084.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what they actually worked on all day, repainting the courts at Thomas Gregg Elementary School.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNY4CAAD0VLwBdjipsY_mQNlj1wlBxfXIA8JTsit-ubLkmj3qr8-jswCuzktNeYCbkKNlImgea2EIx3erpeJX7Ge_F-HBG2m3o8xem6FAY0hrz4jJl6j_S8l9csbxs4I-3C8YhGQap_XPRoQSSU3H6Nsp4JKT9UtHwNcDri4iuN7tbliaS1Du-w/s1792/IMG_2085.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggNY4CAAD0VLwBdjipsY_mQNlj1wlBxfXIA8JTsit-ubLkmj3qr8-jswCuzktNeYCbkKNlImgea2EIx3erpeJX7Ge_F-HBG2m3o8xem6FAY0hrz4jJl6j_S8l9csbxs4I-3C8YhGQap_XPRoQSSU3H6Nsp4JKT9UtHwNcDri4iuN7tbliaS1Du-w/w296-h640/IMG_2085.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrf3HrGfOV-24QzSA40Qyk48OOscnIs1zS9yoWdBV1xSms8vpRoN7_CE5Jmv1pgI-nhxg3uNXZWRboNjUf3xijmvuWf4glTxzYEXg-2vgn888EC_wRhS_I5zl3XpcPXGpFAEdhp0FBYCUqfMn_DyspGsHme0GVxXDOp7B3c-NT4Fuyjuy5oFIgiA/s4032/IMG_2086.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrf3HrGfOV-24QzSA40Qyk48OOscnIs1zS9yoWdBV1xSms8vpRoN7_CE5Jmv1pgI-nhxg3uNXZWRboNjUf3xijmvuWf4glTxzYEXg-2vgn888EC_wRhS_I5zl3XpcPXGpFAEdhp0FBYCUqfMn_DyspGsHme0GVxXDOp7B3c-NT4Fuyjuy5oFIgiA/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everybody did really well concentrating on their moves tonight. They worked on doing these very precisely, too. Well done everyone!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-fBoPjPjqEBovo7vT9sgm9uox0DQ7ptxlpvPKL3C3KuXB7XDpXrP9cwHblp4b2SN3Nm5V5Jgkao1XLcc_3zMHQ7maUmp87j0ERNHH4eDUnd5kIbjFrTYN99cuz5hkTiLmrUresw5HV1XBQyogdFIL940xHi2b_h1MMMEp4uzSdk7bRXSxCrp5Q/s4032/IMG_2087.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-fBoPjPjqEBovo7vT9sgm9uox0DQ7ptxlpvPKL3C3KuXB7XDpXrP9cwHblp4b2SN3Nm5V5Jgkao1XLcc_3zMHQ7maUmp87j0ERNHH4eDUnd5kIbjFrTYN99cuz5hkTiLmrUresw5HV1XBQyogdFIL940xHi2b_h1MMMEp4uzSdk7bRXSxCrp5Q/s320/IMG_2087.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So cute!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP72rhKGBHM1rHaN-YBcLQviKICnesWlvjE_UNlcvwuqbNMulqV1LXEqRVqBYLs9wYTuGnpZepRw9rqbjNKgYGSn7T40IhD9xwRIihpIrKao4a_Y9C8R7qcqiufo0EWImC0D5WAaMwOVXCH9bznJb_pCXPX6WcesCYloTlQXDFk5tGJ1ItdR9vtw/s1792/IMG_2089.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP72rhKGBHM1rHaN-YBcLQviKICnesWlvjE_UNlcvwuqbNMulqV1LXEqRVqBYLs9wYTuGnpZepRw9rqbjNKgYGSn7T40IhD9xwRIihpIrKao4a_Y9C8R7qcqiufo0EWImC0D5WAaMwOVXCH9bznJb_pCXPX6WcesCYloTlQXDFk5tGJ1ItdR9vtw/w296-h640/IMG_2089.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You can always tell it's Justin from the mop of hair on his head, lol, although, if you scroll through the pics, there's many boys with the same long hair. Some part it down the middle and use gel to keep it out of their eyes, though. I would call it a new trend, but it's been the same trend since I was in high school.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LXYajImHSQCsq4J_FlB1W2N9tx3twMlqS6YlKmabO3ZBoSXGzb5OiDJs6v2QpuDflGeciCjoYsgwNKzU_aHQaMqXMSFQgDylcGk2-jmQxZ4Yrh6-wIEBY1KqDTTKOkjnu5vsuoCYiJ_tuYqxMAKydsyk1UEQxT5gd7RaHSBIG4kMhLRSB94Kjg/s1792/IMG_2090.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5LXYajImHSQCsq4J_FlB1W2N9tx3twMlqS6YlKmabO3ZBoSXGzb5OiDJs6v2QpuDflGeciCjoYsgwNKzU_aHQaMqXMSFQgDylcGk2-jmQxZ4Yrh6-wIEBY1KqDTTKOkjnu5vsuoCYiJ_tuYqxMAKydsyk1UEQxT5gd7RaHSBIG4kMhLRSB94Kjg/w296-h640/IMG_2090.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See the guy to the right side of Justin? That's Abram, his hair is long and he parts his down the middle. Hard to believe Justin will be a senior next year, top of the classes of this youth group. Craziness. Wasn't Benaiah just in this spot?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p>Friday - </p><p>- It's been a decent day. School got done. Justin slept until 12pm. He grumped his way around when he did get up. Abishai played around with the couch cushions before, during, and after school. Keturah did her work. We did some history. I stayed on top of email. I didn't quite do my video games for the day, but whatever.</p><p>- Jared and I actually exchanged words in real life for once. </p><p>- Jared had Justin put my new tired on the car. Justin wasn't terribly happy about that. Then I found the price of that new tire on the bank account. $200! Yikes!</p><p>- Kellie and Kya came over for a visit. We didn't go to the first park day of the season because it was 45 degrees outside. Plus Kya and Justin hadn't seen each other all week, and Kellie and I had some private things to talk about. But it sounded like there were people at the park and it went alright. <br /></p><p>- We had a hodge podge dinner of different carb choices, different meat choices, and some frozen veggies. I forgot that poor Kya can't have seafood, so she got leftover taco meat, rice, and veggies. Whoops. She just never knows what she'll end up with at our house. Everyone managed to have their bellies filled and the fridge got more emptied and ready for a bigger grocery run.</p><p>- Both tax refunds have now hit the bank. The smaller state one is now absorbed into the regular monies, which is fine. The bigger IRS one has now been transferred into a totally separate savings account awaiting a discussion at a much later time. It's not getting wasted like it did last year. Ok, last year, it wasn't wasted, but I'm putting my foot down this year. No touchies. It's for house repairs only. End of story. I'm over it. Hire someone and get it done. I deserve it just as much as whoever bought the house that the men flipped. Hire it done. And move on. 5 yrs is way too long to live with a light fixture dangling in your main bathroom and iron rust stains on your shower wall. Enough is enough. We can't physically do it. Hire a friend that will get it done in a timely manner i.e. it's their primary job, not a weekend job. </p><p>- Anyway, I'm a little less sore than yesterday, but the back of my thighs and knees, and shins still hurt and no amount of stretching is going to take it away. And the edge of my peck muscles going into my armpits are sore, and then along my spine in the upper back. I have chiro and massage appts next week, so that will help a lot.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkovazNdKxObbbuSIWS4qPJr3IfWP_U4Z4TAGeJbDz5Z51XS2ilJQKG30-Mb1Poqg9AEb-zXFWgoWAkW5X18Se8TY8dduRUFzbBMtQfFzEtPMRP4SSNueAZbtvF2GOh9HQosmfsFjFaCLzwPIWEkdu7aiHh0Nw6zTFN-AQ4VUHoni638Q0fo5UDA/s1472/6C8FA4A3-4347-48B1-A04B-0CFD9EB125A7.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkovazNdKxObbbuSIWS4qPJr3IfWP_U4Z4TAGeJbDz5Z51XS2ilJQKG30-Mb1Poqg9AEb-zXFWgoWAkW5X18Se8TY8dduRUFzbBMtQfFzEtPMRP4SSNueAZbtvF2GOh9HQosmfsFjFaCLzwPIWEkdu7aiHh0Nw6zTFN-AQ4VUHoni638Q0fo5UDA/s320/6C8FA4A3-4347-48B1-A04B-0CFD9EB125A7.jpg" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was a day for ADHD posts on Instagram! Dr. Hallowell was one of them, top expert in the field, who also has ADHD himself.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi31lmFnScktOs7hMPj08GvDsz2SmkWzsoCC3Hze1P_r0zwBw_-6ruZ_KM8mRCSaTtmVIw_jl89tOI5Jx-sAeWPwj59TFy5UvR5x1Y_GUUAJHYftyy5wewoEyvTEtIxQpqimA8Dq8dLLKv1Cz74T3YiTt28-ciUK_7pcTJuJz5zoTEyAOGjjWVMg/s1472/E07EB3A0-8DB2-4B5C-B756-B151E5EEA7B0.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi31lmFnScktOs7hMPj08GvDsz2SmkWzsoCC3Hze1P_r0zwBw_-6ruZ_KM8mRCSaTtmVIw_jl89tOI5Jx-sAeWPwj59TFy5UvR5x1Y_GUUAJHYftyy5wewoEyvTEtIxQpqimA8Dq8dLLKv1Cz74T3YiTt28-ciUK_7pcTJuJz5zoTEyAOGjjWVMg/w225-h400/E07EB3A0-8DB2-4B5C-B756-B151E5EEA7B0.jpg" width="225" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's me ALL THE TIME! I'll sign up for something because it sounds good at the time and then I'll back out because I'm not in the mood or I don't feel good or I'm exhausted or social anxiety. A lot of the time, I'll talk myself into still going of course, because I don't want to disappoint people. I don't want to be rude. But I'm very, very careful not to over promise anymore because I have to back out last minute more often than I want to. But there were also other slides in this particular post that I liked, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dhC55XftmeOQSew9hvdtJJHoawCSgFn9ziajPbn-TvKL-PvCpjWLO-aMsgfXlfXN7E297DiML-8fGcS6js2xVibrZasSPPgB05d83P2F5IXYhWZRTVzRJzuZ3RfVheKhGE3MtSXKV35wSXEHam5hhdOuVB0taogm6lXqwRXFM1Cvb6w4SXHjzg/s1792/IMG_2092.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dhC55XftmeOQSew9hvdtJJHoawCSgFn9ziajPbn-TvKL-PvCpjWLO-aMsgfXlfXN7E297DiML-8fGcS6js2xVibrZasSPPgB05d83P2F5IXYhWZRTVzRJzuZ3RfVheKhGE3MtSXKV35wSXEHam5hhdOuVB0taogm6lXqwRXFM1Cvb6w4SXHjzg/w296-h640/IMG_2092.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This song dropped on all platforms today!! It's phenomenal! Like one of the best orchestral pieces Michael W. Smith has ever done! He has help, but if you listen to the piano version, that's all him with his melodies. I do hear hints of some of his other instrumental songs in there, but there's just so much unique Eastern European music sound to it that melts the two together just perfectly! Whenever there's a crisis, Michael W. Smith expresses himself through song. I know there's other connections, but the two main ones that come to my mind is "This is Your Time," about Cassie Bernall from the Columbine school schooling, in Columbine, Colorado in the 1990's and then "There She Stands" after 9/11. I know that one he wrote like within two days after 9/11. So it's how he rolls. Also, he was on a short world tour a few years ago and he was in Ukraine for one of the stops, so they are close to his heart. This piece reflects that. I'm sure he'll be playing this piece at all of his upcoming concerts this year. It's simply gorgeous and blew me away. And of course, this reminds me of why Tyler, his middle child, doesn't fall far from the tree. He's the one that writes mostly movie scores for a living. So much talent in those men's fingers and minds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miOb-BNfFpU" target="_blank">Cry for Hope Full Version</a></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwfWjDLPiHk" target="_blank">Cry For Hope Piano and Violin Solo Version</a> <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsYnJ3YqO8qBGxs605ijS_0NCEyzu83TCvtIXU1k2t9OP17cUI9Y0KMMbZvVVAQ1WdMT2uQivqyczeDJll1O2td-knssYBxbFgnkp2w8g61FHQClX88Bjd1e8k7aF8lK4IyFYXhj4ZJ94Bn2Fl_FnrkloxFmYJ8KqhhJTytHTNy7cksWrSWJfBA/s1792/IMG_2099.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcsYnJ3YqO8qBGxs605ijS_0NCEyzu83TCvtIXU1k2t9OP17cUI9Y0KMMbZvVVAQ1WdMT2uQivqyczeDJll1O2td-knssYBxbFgnkp2w8g61FHQClX88Bjd1e8k7aF8lK4IyFYXhj4ZJ94Bn2Fl_FnrkloxFmYJ8KqhhJTytHTNy7cksWrSWJfBA/w185-h400/IMG_2099.PNG" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ain't that the truth! And same goes for when we go to bed. Or at anytime when we are stopped for just a moment. A million thoughts in one moment. It's exhausting. Try to keep up with us, I dare you. I'm sure you can't. We can't keep with ourselves. We have too many interests to just pick one. Sometimes the invention of the internet is really, really bad for us because we can use goggle all night long. The rabbit trails go on forever. It's fun, but we don't know how to stop. We binge on everything. Energizer bunnies, if not physically, but with our minds. Women might not have the physical traits that men do with the fidgeting, but it's subtle. And they might be hyperactive, but like me, they have the inattentive side because so many things grab for their attention at once and we let those things do that because it's all interesting and we think everything needs out attention. It's hard telling 9 things to wait so we can focus on the 1 thing right now. But boy, when we can hyperfocus on the 1 thing, we strike so much gold, it's so beautiful. And I love it. ADHD can rock sometimes, too. We are creative, innovative, and ready for anything. We are problem solvers. You need us and we need you. #ADHDforlife<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GnOuhM3ttjEeUTX_q7zfWC5yUCr26H8G4mDD4XJ4qhPv63pYu1dbLEtp--uSK-yN9iPavVu95JVsIWLAssBn7Gan9V7RXbAhz13kvwqSB6Lz1OKlfybMKyMMcaU26vjQFs3Ma5dfA3SgegS_pjCNcNlnMml6IqN5GWde0xKDH2yB6pmy4mzV7Q/s4032/IMG_2094.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GnOuhM3ttjEeUTX_q7zfWC5yUCr26H8G4mDD4XJ4qhPv63pYu1dbLEtp--uSK-yN9iPavVu95JVsIWLAssBn7Gan9V7RXbAhz13kvwqSB6Lz1OKlfybMKyMMcaU26vjQFs3Ma5dfA3SgegS_pjCNcNlnMml6IqN5GWde0xKDH2yB6pmy4mzV7Q/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somebody had my camera again. Grogu, was that you?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFDB0LvfXFghrjT5VV9Z-agj-qkVvMYAZ5fhRxc_nbdOD_-c11MJKDIYTfJmPMhKCVnEgKEqJFdsPRyU95N4t3B79GTd6_EOsvFagfPBgaaRaRUI8vkq02OYop1cvvUe_fUjf3GQlMCMUrbya_WWIHV5q2HqxYEejYHwCbsNqZ0E2iV34vpWYig/s1792/IMG_2095.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRFDB0LvfXFghrjT5VV9Z-agj-qkVvMYAZ5fhRxc_nbdOD_-c11MJKDIYTfJmPMhKCVnEgKEqJFdsPRyU95N4t3B79GTd6_EOsvFagfPBgaaRaRUI8vkq02OYop1cvvUe_fUjf3GQlMCMUrbya_WWIHV5q2HqxYEejYHwCbsNqZ0E2iV34vpWYig/w296-h640/IMG_2095.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, so true of the Enneagram 6! Which is me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHKRy2wOO9GFwVinjhVzzbghI5kfJ6pvNygUqCyZZUjhFD1Uk7UQ3A8tfjqZ7iQDbiCAKOLeAwvYZNicd31LuFeF7HPR4JahXFSSRyKjOANZsREosCkS-LMedAbOLTVs68WlMfmk3fuQLqUE0Erx2yEeV_vBtSCb4tUsId_W5mOf7MFPuj0r9jA/s4032/IMG_2103.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoHKRy2wOO9GFwVinjhVzzbghI5kfJ6pvNygUqCyZZUjhFD1Uk7UQ3A8tfjqZ7iQDbiCAKOLeAwvYZNicd31LuFeF7HPR4JahXFSSRyKjOANZsREosCkS-LMedAbOLTVs68WlMfmk3fuQLqUE0Erx2yEeV_vBtSCb4tUsId_W5mOf7MFPuj0r9jA/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Life skill shop lessons happening right now! Putting a new tired on a vehicle. And go! Vroom! It's great having men and sons in your life. You never have to worry about these things! I mean, I could probably do it. I have enough confidence to try. But I don't want to try. Let them handle it. Even in the 45 degree weather. Have fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - Kiss and Make Up</p><p>- We had a great Saturday. Jared made gluten free blueberry pancakes for me and blueberry pancakes for the kids. After that, I took a shower, finally. It's been a busy week, so it had been a few days. We had a light lunch of bacon, and then got everyone in the van for a big shopping trip at Aldis.</p><p>- Well, big isn't the half of it. The cart was full, but not unusually full. The bill, however, was the highest bill we've EVER had! And we shopped liked we always shopped. A few fun foods here and there. All the regular stuff, which included 4 main meats, all of Abishai's boxes of crackers and snacks because he was completely out, and lots of staples because we were out of everything, and I mean everything. We got just a couple of non grocery items from the Aldis Aisle of Shame, but even that is pretty typical of us. I didn't buy laundry detergent or paper products. But the grand total was $435!! Can you say hyperinflation?! Yes, that's exactly what it is. Everything is up at least $1 or more like $2. And I mean EVERYTHING. 135 items, the receipt says, so if everything is $1 more, that's $135 more. Yup, that makes perfect sense. I think we were hitting the $300 mark a year ago. And we were hitting $250 just before the pandemic. Yes, it's THAT bad. And after checking my Quicken files, yes, we were maintaining the $300 every 10 days/2 weeks all through 2020 and even 2021. And that was with an overflowing there's absolutely no way another thing can fit on it cart. And now $400 barely fills the cart?! Tell me again how Democrats save us from recessions? Oh yeah, they print money and cause hyper inflation! And then cause my husband's raises to mean absolutely nothing and put us on the poor list again. That's how. Oh it makes me so mad! Free money isn't actually free. Sigh.</p><p>- But, we got food, and that's what matters. By the time we got home and I put it all away, it was time for screen time. So, the kids did that and Jared and went out on a "date." We stopped at McDonald's for tea and coffee and then Jared drove me out to a house that they put a bid on to flip. They will look at it on Monday to see if they want to seal the deal or not. And then we just went out driving a bit more in the countryside so we could talk and debrief more about our appointment on Thursday. So we killed two birds with one stone. Mission accomplished. We understood the assignment this week. Makes me super happy. And that's all it took to go on a date, too. $6 and whatever in gas. Not terribly difficult. </p><p>- Next weekend, I have a Purple for Parents event and then we'll have a birthday celebration for Socks on Saturday, so I have to pack the kids for their trip on Friday. Because they will sleepover Grandparents house on Saturday and leave really early on Sunday for New Orleans! Fun times! And then we'll have a week to ourselves. Well, we'll have Justin and Benaiah. Maybe we'll take them out to eat on Sunday, that would be fun. We can do a date while Justin has youth group. And then we'll be home alone while Justin is at work. Then Jared wants to take Justin somewhere on Wednesday. Kids get back really late on Good Friday. Then we got to church on Easter Saturday, and they serve on Easter Sunday. But this next week, we have mulch arriving on Monday morning, so we'll try to put that down before the kids leave, even if it's a little bit at time. But then I have appointments on Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and our usual park day on Friday. It will quite interesting who ends up where when. I just hope we manage our mischief well. Just have to pull off some schoolwork this week in order to count the days. We'll say!</p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwEM-dk1Qgx14gMDN2fSuB7cQt2Kv4fS4sS2xtYRn14gtP1IDuj6xIcy2kALfthobC26LLTSFXjOayhoBUufWfKvlKA05-FVy4PZsff0oz3q-ciRGUKCid9_iYfIOQRZt8Q-ONrDwUSWCuNuYkcsyVEEzlPtx-oQ02LL_n4RvWUprQcAZo0pUsA/s960/IMG_2132.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="793" data-original-width="960" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwEM-dk1Qgx14gMDN2fSuB7cQt2Kv4fS4sS2xtYRn14gtP1IDuj6xIcy2kALfthobC26LLTSFXjOayhoBUufWfKvlKA05-FVy4PZsff0oz3q-ciRGUKCid9_iYfIOQRZt8Q-ONrDwUSWCuNuYkcsyVEEzlPtx-oQ02LL_n4RvWUprQcAZo0pUsA/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The e2 Ladies' page used this graphic and I liked it a lot since Michael W. Smith has this song on one of this worship albums. It totally makes sense.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zOMBCr3gqR-TYQfT32SqSnFiwofd0ZR9jzBiDoaQuJEE9KD3uWu-vdUc7b7QS9jau-BbHxPI2RZHrFrglqQnkPvfFw8Rwc31tVl2tvIgWuZ7Rqwr-1F2lifUgHfD088CBqbRSX8i9jxgQaIwWK3Es1i-R3g5eLI0fi6BZJ4rcLXe7h9BjbUgzQ/s4032/IMG_2133.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zOMBCr3gqR-TYQfT32SqSnFiwofd0ZR9jzBiDoaQuJEE9KD3uWu-vdUc7b7QS9jau-BbHxPI2RZHrFrglqQnkPvfFw8Rwc31tVl2tvIgWuZ7Rqwr-1F2lifUgHfD088CBqbRSX8i9jxgQaIwWK3Es1i-R3g5eLI0fi6BZJ4rcLXe7h9BjbUgzQ/s320/IMG_2133.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This grocery bill, however, does NOT makes since. The amount of food we purchased, would have cost us about $250 just about a year ago. Hyper inflation IS a thing and it isn't pretty.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2YPWcIi6LoUbul5h3-SV3tG7OhYs7gmAALzPAsa5ONPlncqAXNVMlzBdbrK6VAHlyYUqcT4TPUmO8t0I4qb0d0QUQY203_SSAle4b00Rhrctu-mE7zkNaCT1qSZ3-Iccs53Bh7t1klW2pwwvGLqqc3rQ1dRD3jX5MXJU5A4VGtVtNdRnJPpo6A/s4032/IMG_2138.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl2YPWcIi6LoUbul5h3-SV3tG7OhYs7gmAALzPAsa5ONPlncqAXNVMlzBdbrK6VAHlyYUqcT4TPUmO8t0I4qb0d0QUQY203_SSAle4b00Rhrctu-mE7zkNaCT1qSZ3-Iccs53Bh7t1klW2pwwvGLqqc3rQ1dRD3jX5MXJU5A4VGtVtNdRnJPpo6A/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy was a victim of Abishai's competitive nature tonight with the ABC go fish game. They tied!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3eZoVbk7cnO7M4_Zil33LtBdOWOu5jHRooPEN-JpBCiF0iWRQBZXytcCGGZVha1Q1xzHAY2oEDwRA3GLLDt443joqQ76V56XpKdDfPyBIvSzX2_hzU4Oy9lNlDMcOrYyKiTeTfnUp92X4h9v8kqJXFumJnykBA00sqiQbGnJG3o3JrdVD_LcjQ/s3088/IMG_5111.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU3eZoVbk7cnO7M4_Zil33LtBdOWOu5jHRooPEN-JpBCiF0iWRQBZXytcCGGZVha1Q1xzHAY2oEDwRA3GLLDt443joqQ76V56XpKdDfPyBIvSzX2_hzU4Oy9lNlDMcOrYyKiTeTfnUp92X4h9v8kqJXFumJnykBA00sqiQbGnJG3o3JrdVD_LcjQ/s320/IMG_5111.JPEG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Do NOT let this kid sneak off with your phone! Or you are going to get a bunch of selfies on it! Abishai begged Daddy to not delete this series off of his phone. I insisted that he send me the photos before he deleted them off at the very least. And the funny thing is, Abishai will take photos and then hit the "like" heart button on the photo so they are saved to our "favorites" album! Goofy kid!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5d2OIrLgQlMLJ6AsqdOptjcjJBo7ZfG6ehd42hEV8uMmEiIa4CMSe8n31a4x7CPssbN5aWe3hY6B-ElCUIG_vRAq8AesGckLp5du-Dy02KG0vEaubrKJQNmsUPb07PkiU5JP39q10FYyBYyjkG1KCVGi9n63ri5bepSaa4dDc2O7JlEx3IfLcA/s3088/IMG_5113.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK5d2OIrLgQlMLJ6AsqdOptjcjJBo7ZfG6ehd42hEV8uMmEiIa4CMSe8n31a4x7CPssbN5aWe3hY6B-ElCUIG_vRAq8AesGckLp5du-Dy02KG0vEaubrKJQNmsUPb07PkiU5JP39q10FYyBYyjkG1KCVGi9n63ri5bepSaa4dDc2O7JlEx3IfLcA/s320/IMG_5113.JPEG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRCdnYgT6vGg678mTY_4SMtKVAaK1lIRb-CYp46lX8x2O_ZBegdh_EvJX9Tz52qk-FGLE6pyXR4jZQSSHB7J0caFnEPVXIBVOn4591bTtrs02XZ9CNAVIMlkzJW5NOGewXbFEj3e74sibGe2n_23sDaFOgmh1bzcxISYe7MBgUw6PefGfdoYD6w/s3088/IMG_5115.JPEG" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was going to try and get out today but didn't. My nose is runny, I'm achy, and my throat hurts. So I only made it over to Leah's house for "Olive Garden" lunch and then drove Justin out to youth group at NPBC. Otherwise, I stayed home for church and took a nap this afternoon. I did manage to brush the dog and clip his nails. But, I made his toenails bleed profusely for a really long time. I had to sit with him for awhile and eventually just sent him outside. Poor thing. But now we don't hear the "click clack" noise so it's better for all of us. I actually had to listen to Dan's sermon twice because I wasn't listening well the first time. Whoops. It was a classic one on the pray of Gethsemane. The sermon from New Pal ended up being the pastor's opinion on Revelation and Daniel and end times. It would have been better taught in a class rather than a Sunday morning. Jared would not have tolerated it. I eventually tuned it out because I didn't have enough brain power for that discussion. I'm actually glad I didn't physically go this morning. I think I might start going after Easter now. We'll see. I have the blessing I was seeking now. It's up to me now to act on it.</p><p>- Jared talked about what do with the house if he flips several more houses and makes a master suite above the sunroom. Well, yes, that would be nice. However, not sure if I could up the stairs. I just wanted to bump out our bedroom and have a walk in closet. But, whatever. I'll take the dreaming for now. It's good creative exercise. He went with Jim to see the property that they put a bid on and Jim said he could visualize what they needed to do, so that's excellent. Time to take a deep breathe, sign the contract, and make it work and quickly. Lots of trust again. But that's all I can do there.</p><p>- I was still surprised Justin went to the Rock youth group at New Palestine Bible Church because I shared that graphic with him about what they were doing at Crave (wear your favorite sports jersey, eat hot dogs, pack snacks for the elementary school for the snack collection we did) and he almost said he wanted to switch but then I remembered he had promised Kya he was going to NPBC so he couldn't switch on her. And it looks like he had a great time. Just as long as we get that kid some more driving hours so he can do the drive himself to New Pal after he gets his license. But he's only written down about 3 1/2 hrs worth of night driving and 6 hrs of day driving hrs. Say what?! Surely he's driving more at night and just not written it down. Benaiah had to fudge on his record and I didn't want to do that with Justin. But really, how hard is it to get 50 hrs in 6 months?! Ugh! I did the first run to get him to youth group, but Jared did the other 3 runs including picking up Justin and dropping Keturah to do her thing with small group. Oh, speaking off, Ron did notice Justin was missing from Crave youth group this evening. </p><p>- So, it was a little awkward at the end of the day, but we managed to handle that ok. I made myself do a few chores, too, so tomorrow will run more sooner. Now I'm exhausted and just want to go to sleep. I'll post pics and vids tomorrow.</p><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEd-aNFKvDK0u5I8fePofKLhfOjPLwYNgXTHtU3rqu8357CRaE70mNmCZjkCO66xvZ-Vkef3-LDIyunOVgljAgJThxxppl7l-fOxdxpC4R7OPqDWmaMBDEvLpKCKZHWz89ymF6YNGWjWajcuenqcfj-QDKbqgXwlPMOq2Cvo1bw9rVAnZrZrcFQ/s4032/IMG_2143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkEd-aNFKvDK0u5I8fePofKLhfOjPLwYNgXTHtU3rqu8357CRaE70mNmCZjkCO66xvZ-Vkef3-LDIyunOVgljAgJThxxppl7l-fOxdxpC4R7OPqDWmaMBDEvLpKCKZHWz89ymF6YNGWjWajcuenqcfj-QDKbqgXwlPMOq2Cvo1bw9rVAnZrZrcFQ/w480-h640/IMG_2143.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah played drums today. I don't mind listening to Indian Creek's service online because I can control the volume. Yes, I've become that church member. I reduce my headaches that way. I feel like I worship better at home because I'm thinking about everything else around me. It's an ADHD thing. I sing worship songs all day long anyway. Corporate worship just doesn't hold much meaning to me and I'm still struggling with it. If Benaiah lived somewhere else, like at college, I could potential be livestreaming him playing drums there, so I'm ok with this arrangement.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNQ11pHBTbyiJVtMmim6D5WRhQznZ6NEzQpN87HKdLmiHTmf-hA2uxkujGfCieMZQGLPIUrBwpmnQzFfnygA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/tfOpCJQNqQE?feature=share" target="_blank">Benaiah drumming 4/3/2022</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7bCl5TSjX6_MeXkVFxE2psHTqKnAm6ytuDYFgnaOiZTE7mK6QOfFQ9swhLJ6-KMtuvfJ4wrn5JYlu3y9h0qwi3oqDGNHuqgS0om5Eymr7tpm6sdyp8-9HK9-fWf9txLaw0Th1_8kO6gb18XLxyonbnJ6AMhmOoa9Cf6UixMk6jeNXAUmJw-0dA/s2048/IMG_2144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2048" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7bCl5TSjX6_MeXkVFxE2psHTqKnAm6ytuDYFgnaOiZTE7mK6QOfFQ9swhLJ6-KMtuvfJ4wrn5JYlu3y9h0qwi3oqDGNHuqgS0om5Eymr7tpm6sdyp8-9HK9-fWf9txLaw0Th1_8kO6gb18XLxyonbnJ6AMhmOoa9Cf6UixMk6jeNXAUmJw-0dA/w400-h400/IMG_2144.JPG" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exactly.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTiKaXFZscXCjmXzZbjpkSuVcoMwebRoswzeIPz8Q2FeiP5b0-gLEnEE0WDrLZ37OGRh8RB-4ADmL2FrVh3K5M5yLpFgQ6cz39Ay5JuJfKraDbGFSQrGrej-7N3Y18cQ2h_kSwPP2pXJJ4vCCj-jwB-HvLwuLyPxh7XRFKFF0EA0Fbx0uVeu6UA/s4032/IMG_2146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguTiKaXFZscXCjmXzZbjpkSuVcoMwebRoswzeIPz8Q2FeiP5b0-gLEnEE0WDrLZ37OGRh8RB-4ADmL2FrVh3K5M5yLpFgQ6cz39Ay5JuJfKraDbGFSQrGrej-7N3Y18cQ2h_kSwPP2pXJJ4vCCj-jwB-HvLwuLyPxh7XRFKFF0EA0Fbx0uVeu6UA/w480-h640/IMG_2146.JPG" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm also experimenting with comparing and contrasting Indian Creek with New Pal Bible Church. From the performance based worship style with lights, dark room, professionalism, perfect broadcast, etc. to the what you see below, rough, still figuring things out in their new building, small, more like the church of my youth or like the Cornwall church with 120 people or so. Which feels more relatable? I have decided to attend New Pal until after Easter because after one of the sermons, I wanted to get more of a feel for the sermons first just be sure. Now that I have permission to go, I'm almost afraid to make that step as well. And physically getting there takes effort and a different mindset every Sunday morning. Once I start, I have to continue or people will start to ask. I have to be socially and mentally ready for that bombardment. I can do this. Sigh. Soon.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZmpieDilZ5UeEMNV79SoC51omlW_Gf8IbG5JEGsmM08AOtQcpowI4Q_2jhLfoNvOGe3LRvB96qhCCsZwgnhAVfmGtdYspYNVSPSYTgxc655IUGSp_PChdZJbU9BMWSe-HLmBfU-SNmoBcNmzp3lb87M6PgsmnOw6Mb7FiVc0wn6jBNZu3exZg/s4032/IMG_2147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLZmpieDilZ5UeEMNV79SoC51omlW_Gf8IbG5JEGsmM08AOtQcpowI4Q_2jhLfoNvOGe3LRvB96qhCCsZwgnhAVfmGtdYspYNVSPSYTgxc655IUGSp_PChdZJbU9BMWSe-HLmBfU-SNmoBcNmzp3lb87M6PgsmnOw6Mb7FiVc0wn6jBNZu3exZg/w640-h480/IMG_2147.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">New Palestine Bible Church reminds me of Manchester Christian Church or really Cornwall Christian Church because of it's size and level of music skills and tech skills. I'd almost rather worship this way because it's on my level of ability as a pianist and I guess I just imagine people being more done to earth, living a slower life, knowing each other better because there's less better to know, you can tell when someone is missing, you can tell when someone is new, no one is rushing around. Plus, the songs are actually a few years older and I like these songs. I don't always like the new songs that Indian Creek does which are technically old according to the worship movement. There's nothing wrong with them. But we really don't have to introduce new songs every week. Benaiah thinks we should. They think we should. No we don't. Simplicity is what I like. Save the professionalism for concerts. So, we'll see how the sermons are and try to attend after Easter.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxABmYOdnxiNCA_ZakHDLG17USoYYo_CcXKs3KsYVNHaCFepITSkB2rq_-mfwF_Hck_rflNs5ZmZulC-gZ8WA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5w-XmWcOlHcc6osU5mnYmtS3YjmH4e9h54GldG5w35FtHpaofvJBJL9escpwyZVzSogRedpFeFzUXqp9Y_OGAFE5A6irG4TftkhsfzEmyOik_5mTK4QoGcJqp7vjTTMeuEWtej3CjZA3R7uBh1qbXI3lefvHrEx0zvu6zWXkLRj1116nPv37Yg/s4032/IMG_2149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5w-XmWcOlHcc6osU5mnYmtS3YjmH4e9h54GldG5w35FtHpaofvJBJL9escpwyZVzSogRedpFeFzUXqp9Y_OGAFE5A6irG4TftkhsfzEmyOik_5mTK4QoGcJqp7vjTTMeuEWtej3CjZA3R7uBh1qbXI3lefvHrEx0zvu6zWXkLRj1116nPv37Yg/s320/IMG_2149.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was looking at how the kids still have the latch hook rugs my dad made for them in their rooms. Keturah wants a new rug, and I don't blame her, but she also doesn't loathe this one. I mean it's pink, sure. But she doesn't make comments about it. I think it's because she knows where it comes from. I'm definitely ok with her putting it away at anytime. It's a bit worn and well loved. I'm grateful that my kids have appreciated the things that my parents have made and once they were aware of it, tried to take care of them. And I appreciate that my kids don't care about the latest trends and name brands and fashions. Keturah does want a blue rug that matches her room better and covers more of her floor space. it's $35 or a little more and she has to earn it. Mowing season is coming up soon, and that's why I'm not going to split the money with her this time. This is the last of the pink, though. Once this is put away, no more pink fabric things in the room. She's got Legos and some doll things. But this is it.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSa2Pe__zo8UcRVyCPv3zVNHa_UoYLY-_g79bMK9oL4qPqtp5LBeaitpYTfrwcvx6LfbZZ19ZlERH5bW77ABdYCdd3ClOE9pfs8ZMTycKbb5CierhPj1UgL02T8wykLBL2aJ3yRQK75fPXxAzqAXPeyZtBptluQTkSfQh-d6aoBIsmmv_7R9tHQ/s4032/IMG_2150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNSa2Pe__zo8UcRVyCPv3zVNHa_UoYLY-_g79bMK9oL4qPqtp5LBeaitpYTfrwcvx6LfbZZ19ZlERH5bW77ABdYCdd3ClOE9pfs8ZMTycKbb5CierhPj1UgL02T8wykLBL2aJ3yRQK75fPXxAzqAXPeyZtBptluQTkSfQh-d6aoBIsmmv_7R9tHQ/s320/IMG_2150.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one looks a little better because it has had less traffic on it. Again, my dad made it. It's surprising out tough latchhook rugs are! There's no other backing on these either. But they stay in place fairly well. And Justin doesn't care that it's babyish with it's numbers on it. I mean, he's the one still sleeping with his Cars movie pillow case and blanket and he's 16 1/2 yrs old so, whatever kid. If his small group friends could only see the things he actually likes, I think they would be shocked and even might mock him. But who knows. Sometimes I think he doesn't want to grow up as fast as Benaiah did. He's taking the slow lane like the turtles in Finding Nemo just riding the current. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTL_6F2PO_jLRRZhiqIW3awG8fg1UU7VQ0jPvDzahpczDec8huNaWwXX0YfP1MCFa7iBJhf9pqVIBAYta7qG5Jp-V7FxAIvgJDDkWN6wz7RXpgwFnfDL_Qh7GQyDN3CHDc5S2FAEckiTBpS5W5g8nna2S2jTVp-k53x9bKLRyc0fm19_iB2gwEQ/s4032/IMG_2151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTL_6F2PO_jLRRZhiqIW3awG8fg1UU7VQ0jPvDzahpczDec8huNaWwXX0YfP1MCFa7iBJhf9pqVIBAYta7qG5Jp-V7FxAIvgJDDkWN6wz7RXpgwFnfDL_Qh7GQyDN3CHDc5S2FAEckiTBpS5W5g8nna2S2jTVp-k53x9bKLRyc0fm19_iB2gwEQ/s320/IMG_2151.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai brought out all his wide eyed friends today. He always bring out some kind of stuffy friend to carry around with him. He doesn't like being alone.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqS5bKOnd3HxkRro4mv2yCd4LR-x5LkT5YKcpRwlriik_Wzf8Exg2NAHP4kmCmlPWM8E2ZGMi4XOd01Gl2UJKAuO9NSZY24jMZqrHN0rIYffK6axtHCXFIygDb91uKY9p29L_zqJqbVNxY5_PlgmuJtfACmFgnWnKMuFXR_v830uTthFsktrJQVQ/s4032/IMG_2152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqS5bKOnd3HxkRro4mv2yCd4LR-x5LkT5YKcpRwlriik_Wzf8Exg2NAHP4kmCmlPWM8E2ZGMi4XOd01Gl2UJKAuO9NSZY24jMZqrHN0rIYffK6axtHCXFIygDb91uKY9p29L_zqJqbVNxY5_PlgmuJtfACmFgnWnKMuFXR_v830uTthFsktrJQVQ/w300-h400/IMG_2152.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the stuffy's had a birthday written on its' tag, so he wrote it out on the chalk board.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9AdQl1m_EUucX_YJiG1ZNt7ne1dhNLVt-8z_NboXkgXeBb1ME-3VLF2XS3KA7L_xlpEtlNTDVkLv974T8VcePmKSiC5V-hah4nMP9gBO_n6xBF5Ujjlu5WgOrXu2-FxIzekmMKIvzaATF-TvbJN37qWZWKgctWF5HJt4yyuZI0FEA583Ouc0nw/s4032/IMG_2154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9AdQl1m_EUucX_YJiG1ZNt7ne1dhNLVt-8z_NboXkgXeBb1ME-3VLF2XS3KA7L_xlpEtlNTDVkLv974T8VcePmKSiC5V-hah4nMP9gBO_n6xBF5Ujjlu5WgOrXu2-FxIzekmMKIvzaATF-TvbJN37qWZWKgctWF5HJt4yyuZI0FEA583Ouc0nw/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Camp Allendale guy came to our church and spoke to the kids about signing up for camp today. He actually scanned the whole crowd and found Abishai who happened to be wearing his Camp Allendale shirt today! And the guy pulled him up on stage! Aw, what a special privilege! They also handed out stickers and Abishai couldn't wait to come home and put it on his water bottle like the big kids do.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSMqvk9Kj-KEUe-0B1P3rmNglmFUc1-jV5Vw666ixdTa9LmNK7cX7phz0sJcTX-V3ux2q9ggHdcop7BbLWG4kU8PEcF_f3nXP4Kpus4if83cOZ9xttEMsVqj4vK9xnaWqEK-7ZnNat21WV6YtkLyzXZMSdgPp3udiDVWXCQaCKC_aNS2KD9Snpg/s4032/IMG_2155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSMqvk9Kj-KEUe-0B1P3rmNglmFUc1-jV5Vw666ixdTa9LmNK7cX7phz0sJcTX-V3ux2q9ggHdcop7BbLWG4kU8PEcF_f3nXP4Kpus4if83cOZ9xttEMsVqj4vK9xnaWqEK-7ZnNat21WV6YtkLyzXZMSdgPp3udiDVWXCQaCKC_aNS2KD9Snpg/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We've had a lot of windy storms lately and the bat box finally got loose enough and fell down. We don't think it every did attract any bats. So, Jared said he will take it apart and burn it or whatever. Oh well. It was worth a try. He doesn't know what he's going to do with the big pole but we'll see! Oooooo, maybe we can use it as a tetherball pole!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/BZAhe7VTii8" target="_blank">Melinda talking about Socks' Fluff</a><br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjETMeuU4llusb3wQgnO4kwHPhRQMMMYEtk-xm4VoLJXjBqkNYluiN0G_h7wLCL1DrK-s5ZdmFklyMvTA8AJ1qIgf_2PbTMrmK3lAzKiNKklXC1VBWW1G4VgkZO0ySzU_RIFE5u3B_-RVRMa6a6tw2NiYmRuKGgK-9RfV9Bkix3P7gkjAiLo_pA/s4032/IMG_2156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjETMeuU4llusb3wQgnO4kwHPhRQMMMYEtk-xm4VoLJXjBqkNYluiN0G_h7wLCL1DrK-s5ZdmFklyMvTA8AJ1qIgf_2PbTMrmK3lAzKiNKklXC1VBWW1G4VgkZO0ySzU_RIFE5u3B_-RVRMa6a6tw2NiYmRuKGgK-9RfV9Bkix3P7gkjAiLo_pA/s320/IMG_2156.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I finally got around to brushing the dog after 2 or 3 weeks. This was mainly from his front half I believe. There were actually some darker fluff in there. It's just so fluffy! I can't imagine how hot it is to wear this everyday. This is all because of the Great Pyrenees in him. They need it for the mountains. But it's super soft and feels a bit like wool because it has the oils in it like the sheep's lanolin. It's not matted or anything and there's no burrs or sticks. It's just fluffy down. It just grows and grows like a sheep's wool does.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-pysxVjrwqp4UZAG1jflf_l2mM3TWJKcFh3pFigIX_PmtXNTgZYH7PS2wDUMo6GWhwJ08leQUVaJ-0LVEZB8g0rGLYRYd-eMM7OTdGPjv0_mhgCOKrGHYGmMT-XnXAOiiKpt5QuURcr5B6k5to4Hcpol4Hqr4uGECaIG5jYtlMadhXo0zUo2tg/s4032/IMG_2157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-pysxVjrwqp4UZAG1jflf_l2mM3TWJKcFh3pFigIX_PmtXNTgZYH7PS2wDUMo6GWhwJ08leQUVaJ-0LVEZB8g0rGLYRYd-eMM7OTdGPjv0_mhgCOKrGHYGmMT-XnXAOiiKpt5QuURcr5B6k5to4Hcpol4Hqr4uGECaIG5jYtlMadhXo0zUo2tg/s320/IMG_2157.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbHR4RTrXOFR5tpclL-AKc1uWKggywsfydGtsLz1LR68rA7TyyFZMxrbrsbmmNQoC1Bd2TLu4EtWzm4HveyHRXq4LeK7GX3Za8OvTyb2KGtITJUK492Cz-F0bViHO4MxebnjLOeiFjwtXikwn7Wd18qPRYL7MhpvqnAM0viDbu-05Cyo_ARBGTA/s4032/IMG_2158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbHR4RTrXOFR5tpclL-AKc1uWKggywsfydGtsLz1LR68rA7TyyFZMxrbrsbmmNQoC1Bd2TLu4EtWzm4HveyHRXq4LeK7GX3Za8OvTyb2KGtITJUK492Cz-F0bViHO4MxebnjLOeiFjwtXikwn7Wd18qPRYL7MhpvqnAM0viDbu-05Cyo_ARBGTA/s320/IMG_2158.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHJ-nxVmlZbCmdsNu0-FBhpoBFZS9tK7UD9z4voCkP5UfHuB0vQd73VGJVlnaLAN4fprsKyigOYBVockLF7sdiK94U_SuXbjAf7MY-NuSGF0KrNAvPjzjEtXlnHyv_kEHXT_JpiappITZbMQOy5u9mnsARVCqqp5y9JvvdmVLxlEYIPEQoBnxRg/s4032/IMG_2160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHJ-nxVmlZbCmdsNu0-FBhpoBFZS9tK7UD9z4voCkP5UfHuB0vQd73VGJVlnaLAN4fprsKyigOYBVockLF7sdiK94U_SuXbjAf7MY-NuSGF0KrNAvPjzjEtXlnHyv_kEHXT_JpiappITZbMQOy5u9mnsARVCqqp5y9JvvdmVLxlEYIPEQoBnxRg/s320/IMG_2160.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdC239Iwx1PPGVmPPwlJwxBptQmRE5NAlgxeGaE5AQ_Du9rKJaHP-2Du4n0jlpIAhxgfHbnZybUWRm-qiPyLDG5QDZkZ_0sB1dNJG9msun-ZCE1JPkkyGoN96R9_RTlUSfpFF3se888fiDpHqaGLW0y691iB_AZdXXULN6Rr-Cjf6xwEVFqKN3w/s4032/IMG_2161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJdC239Iwx1PPGVmPPwlJwxBptQmRE5NAlgxeGaE5AQ_Du9rKJaHP-2Du4n0jlpIAhxgfHbnZybUWRm-qiPyLDG5QDZkZ_0sB1dNJG9msun-ZCE1JPkkyGoN96R9_RTlUSfpFF3se888fiDpHqaGLW0y691iB_AZdXXULN6Rr-Cjf6xwEVFqKN3w/s320/IMG_2161.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aww, pitiful dog. I trimmed his nails, too. And I thought I only barely nicked 2 nails but I actually nicked 5 nails and several were pretty bad. I eventually had to let him outside to finish getting them to stop bleeding because I couldn't sit any longer. I am supposed to do this monthly so I can the qwick to go back but I don't. At least now all I hear is his toe pads and not click clack nails. I can't stand the click clacking.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4I0Qmwv3Ay9ozD23LkfKN1wda0zLwyzIHTOQ7nh5NBvDryEHaFe5zvZXQhc6mCXzUyXnLycTJp9TVRVib0MkedEn2Fi76gTWJQc9W0l9woqzRgWuSFa7FHqEAUXYTDIaiQDft23OF3XKAvgO8GX8hkMttM1tc1tN2fmOjRJ3murjAANwH9qeHCA/s4032/IMG_2163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4I0Qmwv3Ay9ozD23LkfKN1wda0zLwyzIHTOQ7nh5NBvDryEHaFe5zvZXQhc6mCXzUyXnLycTJp9TVRVib0MkedEn2Fi76gTWJQc9W0l9woqzRgWuSFa7FHqEAUXYTDIaiQDft23OF3XKAvgO8GX8hkMttM1tc1tN2fmOjRJ3murjAANwH9qeHCA/s320/IMG_2163.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFKxt1Y9KbLD_Ic0sVqV_xPghROJvoGITOdxB_5PrYtnoVZnajd7iz9R9xZcJ1eXOudt9KJvYREiLeoS4ND8TXvp_OvYDjijxCwqupdTtaucNQyWjazT7zXYGVoqqFaGN7_xtBc2H6FsJqw2rAfbGtvyiv8A3rRZN5ztkzndVsUcFTCPLBEBEVg/s3088/IMG_2165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFKxt1Y9KbLD_Ic0sVqV_xPghROJvoGITOdxB_5PrYtnoVZnajd7iz9R9xZcJ1eXOudt9KJvYREiLeoS4ND8TXvp_OvYDjijxCwqupdTtaucNQyWjazT7zXYGVoqqFaGN7_xtBc2H6FsJqw2rAfbGtvyiv8A3rRZN5ztkzndVsUcFTCPLBEBEVg/s320/IMG_2165.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQiB_Dq63qbXwiaQIlxlStqCUzPzGTsu09qDLGd-9sYDPO2lQDDBZA6BMUUqHm5lqhNSRCJxmI_qlsYvq-51Lg6MH9gz2oQzVBy0LNWvdw_REbAzkPk2Wyvu5QCiyNSx8IXkPv4qtvNmwneiCZgfTnLJCYrTSBPsRSmge35tvGkM-_n_fRw2-ImQ/s4032/IMG_2166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQiB_Dq63qbXwiaQIlxlStqCUzPzGTsu09qDLGd-9sYDPO2lQDDBZA6BMUUqHm5lqhNSRCJxmI_qlsYvq-51Lg6MH9gz2oQzVBy0LNWvdw_REbAzkPk2Wyvu5QCiyNSx8IXkPv4qtvNmwneiCZgfTnLJCYrTSBPsRSmge35tvGkM-_n_fRw2-ImQ/s320/IMG_2166.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTXwVRgGB1E5eSml_Fdcs8RDducW9TFFXPOldLgH_CATUdNvSTeg7DpPjsuRs3Yx09m7hQ0QpdWxnLwNPk27yjhURfv3lhmf-x2VKZlICcHg3BDAljP4IhV_Tasq4ePXdZbJwi1XS4EL0oB7mfRKTI1LKzUJhwU7stI4WvZWViqukJFumMVTRJg/s4032/IMG_2167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnTXwVRgGB1E5eSml_Fdcs8RDducW9TFFXPOldLgH_CATUdNvSTeg7DpPjsuRs3Yx09m7hQ0QpdWxnLwNPk27yjhURfv3lhmf-x2VKZlICcHg3BDAljP4IhV_Tasq4ePXdZbJwi1XS4EL0oB7mfRKTI1LKzUJhwU7stI4WvZWViqukJFumMVTRJg/s320/IMG_2167.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poor baby doggy's nails wont' stop bleeding.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbA8YVMga9Qwg4mu33SBMIOPOqxeK28kD2CcdZ7K8U2mdO-zawL2afyHUrc4lLG0XY5L6FFOL4HqLBO230H9nNtzmBBWhWpOqg7w7PlDfsgAuNk3At8H1U6ShwQ_KWIv8SGvkW_86R6ybo8HnjYYT_uVJTwo-cw1WgOC0l2orIPxltJBjM54_nXQ/s1792/IMG_2170.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbA8YVMga9Qwg4mu33SBMIOPOqxeK28kD2CcdZ7K8U2mdO-zawL2afyHUrc4lLG0XY5L6FFOL4HqLBO230H9nNtzmBBWhWpOqg7w7PlDfsgAuNk3At8H1U6ShwQ_KWIv8SGvkW_86R6ybo8HnjYYT_uVJTwo-cw1WgOC0l2orIPxltJBjM54_nXQ/w296-h640/IMG_2170.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">While I think this is true, and I think we parents can put a lot of pressure on them, I also think society is to blame for a ton of it, as well as peers. But let's not just weep. What can we do about it? Well, one of my first answers of course is to pray, and then to change their environment. Protect them. Screen their friends. Work on your marriage so they don't have to worry about that. And homeschool. Pull them out of that hell hole of a school. There's way too much pressure there to perform in so many different ways. I thought high school looked volatile in the 90's. That's sooooo tame compared to today. So tame. There's a reason why homeschooled kids don't have as many mental health issues. Or that their mental health issues improved when just weeks and months of coming home from public school. Think about it. And kids are just plain confused when there's so many agendas beyond basic academics being shoved down their throats all the time with CRT, SEL, CSE. If you're not LGBTQ or whateve, than you're not cool. If you haven't had sex with someone, than you're abnormal. It's up to us to provide less stress. The world won't give it to them. We can make the difference. We can be the ones to help them through the right academic program and into college or apprenticeships. I weep, too, because parents don't get it. You've sent your kids to a place of indoctrination for 13 yrs of their life and you've expected them to be ok or to come out just like you did. Well, I'm sorry, school isn't like what it was when you went. You are seeing the results of your actions. I'm sorry. I weep with you and for you and for your children. I really do. We can do better for those coming behind us. This is your wake up call.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><p>The End</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-54502103681890255192022-03-27T22:23:00.001-03:002022-03-27T22:23:18.960-03:00Year 7, March 21st-28th, 2022: Life Has Its Rewards in the End<p> Monday - A Different Sort</p><p>- 70 degrees, Sunny, so why are we staying in this house?! Ok, we are NOT staying in this house!</p><p>- We did our schoolwork and then at Abishai's request, we went first to Wolf Run Park with Keturah and Socks. We spent 1 hr there. Keturah did laps on her roller blades. She didn't even bring any regular shoes! And then I took Socks around on the paved loop twice myself. And I got all sappy thinking that there won't be that many more times I get to do this with my good ol' boy. Sigh. He got lots of attention from the zillion kids there. I took him to the top of one of the embankments and we must have looked a little silly up there but we caught the kids' attention because then they came up and the parents were all calling them down from there. So I brought Socks back down to the pavement. I was just trying to wander around a little bit while Abishai was playing.</p><p>- We had to leave at 2:30 so we could pick up Justin from work. I teased Justin and said it was "Bring your dog and siblings to work day." Lol. He certainly didn't expect to be picked up with all 3 of the extras in the car. So we headed home for him to change and eat, and for me to use the restroom before heading out to Greenfield. Since I have access to Justin and Kya's conversations now, I noticed that they talked about seeing each other today and there were some high expectations of that. So, I didn't want to be a disappointment, despite my migraine this morning, and since it was a beautiful day, I said, ok, why not? We trotted out to Greenfield because I could. Well, of course I checked with Kellie first. She's watching two of her grandchildren this week because they don't have school because of spring break. By the time we got out there, we technically should have only had an hour to spend but ended up staying about 1 1/2 hrs. Abishai ate a cold leftover piece of pizza from their stash of leftovers and then off we trotted on home just in time for him to change and hop in Daddy's car for Tang soo.</p><p>- I also brought home some lovely totes and foldable bookcases from the neighbor's house that Kellie's been cleaning out. It's so exciting! New totes! Like really nice ones! And ssshhhh, don't tell Jared about the foldable bookcases. But they are high quality ones and Keturah took them for her room. She's going to replace the plastic shelving unit with her Legos on it and then put some stuff that's on the floor on another one and these do stack. Also, they are deep enough for fabric bins, that's why I said ok. And they are FOLDABLE. Good for book sales or garage sales or just about anything.</p><p>- And now my back is so incredibly sore from standing up talking to people, taking walks, sitting in the car, etc. I'm using a heating pad on it now and it's helping me not think about it. But otherwise, it's no good. Absolutely not good. Like in so much pain I'm crying no good. Low back, bring on all the pain meds, sit with the heating pad all day, don't move, don't stand up, kind of no good. Thank goodness it's going to rain for 4 days and I have an excuse to rest. I've got lots of podcasts to catch up with so I'm juicing up my earbuds and my puzzle is ready (although I can't lean over that too much either.) Time to rest I think. And try not to watch or listen to or read anything too stressful. Although I have plenty of stressful things going on at the moment. But I'm putting them aside this week. I will not work on them this week. I'm taking a spring break from them. And being outside today, having to focus on something else like watching where Abishai was, or what the dog was interested in, or what time I had to be back, were great ways to keep me distracted from my own thoughts. If I can keep myself distracted this week from the internet and my own thoughts for a bit, just so I can have a break, then I can come back to the stressors a bit more refreshed and tackle them again with new eyes. Stay balanced. Stay healthy.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPKIFgHbxGT9LHTl_cUtDvRG_zmBz9kHgEHXKdM9-cKYYh20m14RqToQyOS0oX5Sb8vvBO5LdaCdFbEaooev5Y6XomtYBbzkYlmwa7VDwLIlEE8KKAQFwF60KT6xGMwXoEcH1QWiSgujAgIRyYRPsl3SwFAuko3H2muDPVLl-7ggVV2aJ2lfYgw/s1792/IMG_1847.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPKIFgHbxGT9LHTl_cUtDvRG_zmBz9kHgEHXKdM9-cKYYh20m14RqToQyOS0oX5Sb8vvBO5LdaCdFbEaooev5Y6XomtYBbzkYlmwa7VDwLIlEE8KKAQFwF60KT6xGMwXoEcH1QWiSgujAgIRyYRPsl3SwFAuko3H2muDPVLl-7ggVV2aJ2lfYgw/w296-h640/IMG_1847.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well done, middle child of Michael W. Smith!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxTWoP2P4ouBriJnalgcVPqLo4lJ-0l2o5vXsyATrvnsCacK-fBDMG8SRib1an22RHJdhtSbRDooYcYZGbdrBSo4410MEePRaujxR6SI8x0KOxnn-OWN_CrBpc5SXNweMo-dkPvxP3fgI1edDftZ-89MnyS7rSO9Ha802jrSOjGnxL1vfDOG9bg/s4032/IMG_1849.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxTWoP2P4ouBriJnalgcVPqLo4lJ-0l2o5vXsyATrvnsCacK-fBDMG8SRib1an22RHJdhtSbRDooYcYZGbdrBSo4410MEePRaujxR6SI8x0KOxnn-OWN_CrBpc5SXNweMo-dkPvxP3fgI1edDftZ-89MnyS7rSO9Ha802jrSOjGnxL1vfDOG9bg/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was walking Socks around the perimeter of Wolf Run Park today when I realized that there may or may not be that many more times I get to do this with my puppy dog. It did well today. But it's so much slower overall. And what scares me is that with his condition, we will have absolutely no warning. Once the end starts, it will happen quickly and there's no stopping it. So we can only be careful not to overstress him. That's why we are taking him to the park when it's not too hot yet. And triple checking his water and meds and all his needs. At least I am. The kids don't check as much of course.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNCy4pVPKnl8XydsOjj5GqTMgkJXhGOvc8oVJyMVfIop2iDs2_c6Av6VnQNlNSrwk_0p7wipUjxT6Vp7634g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Xfpwwxk9mSUMW6AOVVTPwzOo91l7TUs0jWZOno_P_rkGaaIiYwlSXeM6Sp5LqvyvSzF9iOqKfiPYyMKVxBV8sP-0Ij4RVQFQ79HRRw-ZG123CU6tANMbuKobHouNhIzzbSx8b2RYoaG7aX1NSGxoLZOZj5pOYx0hP0J5HvskYMEbngUIC8Lxcw/s4032/IMG_1851.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Xfpwwxk9mSUMW6AOVVTPwzOo91l7TUs0jWZOno_P_rkGaaIiYwlSXeM6Sp5LqvyvSzF9iOqKfiPYyMKVxBV8sP-0Ij4RVQFQ79HRRw-ZG123CU6tANMbuKobHouNhIzzbSx8b2RYoaG7aX1NSGxoLZOZj5pOYx0hP0J5HvskYMEbngUIC8Lxcw/s320/IMG_1851.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Come on, pup, you don't have to check every smell. Pup, ok, if it's what you really want.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJOXwozP-ZdzXztFin6CNdUME_oSO-9v6_FFJIOEfU3GuD8k1iAqECbfFkRiHd5DUpAULQvT9gwAVSTHPI2us5lLp96Ri0PY80PBMBYP2M_WL202evmOYcyoCD65yHSjd_G8MR29zzqiywwGT27mcEg3p9GOw1Nn1tMB0-YoriO811a2pY0PoYA/s4032/IMG_1852.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJOXwozP-ZdzXztFin6CNdUME_oSO-9v6_FFJIOEfU3GuD8k1iAqECbfFkRiHd5DUpAULQvT9gwAVSTHPI2us5lLp96Ri0PY80PBMBYP2M_WL202evmOYcyoCD65yHSjd_G8MR29zzqiywwGT27mcEg3p9GOw1Nn1tMB0-YoriO811a2pY0PoYA/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Everybody says he's such a beautiful dog, and they are not wrong. He really is thanks to great, expensive food and lots of brushing and tons of loving and all day petting. He's hardly ever alone in the house. And he's never been fat. So all the odds are in his favor to keep living as long as possible.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0GPt4S5w33e4uJ-6ZPAxybl_vc7_VYwzbHYB4Mxd-AhxT6WyqnVSlu7d0HGWHE83k6C4mSVg-JkFl1ws7HdYi1rNgBItXGIvhnSXbMXklWfp-B4FLMZqk7MBLp5ocaRRy3-fyYeOm6c7-_tNzd_O86wVnbcPEnJ4Jnv5dbtu7Il7rHZjboVFKQ/s4032/IMG_1854.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit0GPt4S5w33e4uJ-6ZPAxybl_vc7_VYwzbHYB4Mxd-AhxT6WyqnVSlu7d0HGWHE83k6C4mSVg-JkFl1ws7HdYi1rNgBItXGIvhnSXbMXklWfp-B4FLMZqk7MBLp5ocaRRy3-fyYeOm6c7-_tNzd_O86wVnbcPEnJ4Jnv5dbtu7Il7rHZjboVFKQ/s320/IMG_1854.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">March on, little doggie, march on.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoGjj52aSTap8PuQjsmdj-kJxrlldugaO-LWRErE-UgsxyFEKRqfpLJRRqRpljHD0hkcVeZrQRst7kO_hUko9NR42LIsqNVJN_g06f2TxScVQYC90pxhlP_d4wGwvyX9yVRIa6jzGvt-DiVr-8kOgK5s1miGAfphpDEQqJZHsuWcFCS3HkgD8Ew/s4032/IMG_1857.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBoGjj52aSTap8PuQjsmdj-kJxrlldugaO-LWRErE-UgsxyFEKRqfpLJRRqRpljHD0hkcVeZrQRst7kO_hUko9NR42LIsqNVJN_g06f2TxScVQYC90pxhlP_d4wGwvyX9yVRIa6jzGvt-DiVr-8kOgK5s1miGAfphpDEQqJZHsuWcFCS3HkgD8Ew/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Team work makes the dream work. Justin helped Kya and her mom move their trampoline into the middle of their yard and then everybody helped to get it set up. Then the little ones got to jump on it for awhile. It's great when everybody can pitch in to get something done!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN1QOgYyb9cJJUUU1bxq56NP4JIfjjMx6olWksE3TGgb5rJeWKmghx-yGWWPOlpwblKg37KsNRD394XmXJDTos88XpG5EozOjLSvRPRIDQLo01l8s8MrkXqzORntcBc-f8vy1mlQ69Kg7hRPCLuRu8OTZqSoLN96ZoO9MkBV6IYFLetqjBYTFKw/s4032/IMG_1858.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiN1QOgYyb9cJJUUU1bxq56NP4JIfjjMx6olWksE3TGgb5rJeWKmghx-yGWWPOlpwblKg37KsNRD394XmXJDTos88XpG5EozOjLSvRPRIDQLo01l8s8MrkXqzORntcBc-f8vy1mlQ69Kg7hRPCLuRu8OTZqSoLN96ZoO9MkBV6IYFLetqjBYTFKw/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooo, daffodil time! Short stems this year, but here come the yellow beauties!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnwKeIa0u8c2duOlsx-ibWFoK7EweCgq0FH6NDvMYKovvcAcG1u0R2iZoYtnYxl0n_Z8Yhs8wdps9JYJEw3LGTQkL5g6DphY5Tex8bUsREzlg4q09LHZfHunS8h4OAUmfXhKeF4TAVsO5RKTO6NNQmFd5NDvz2oEiAkqJC6DBSk_oQRTnGNvAgg/s4032/IMG_1859.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnwKeIa0u8c2duOlsx-ibWFoK7EweCgq0FH6NDvMYKovvcAcG1u0R2iZoYtnYxl0n_Z8Yhs8wdps9JYJEw3LGTQkL5g6DphY5Tex8bUsREzlg4q09LHZfHunS8h4OAUmfXhKeF4TAVsO5RKTO6NNQmFd5NDvz2oEiAkqJC6DBSk_oQRTnGNvAgg/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hello my spring beauties!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqDAECFTCjD-oh1FBLeydyKUJaXvucIO3JfCKodI3pWtsw04GETNi1iuEjeTGahg8Znbb4_mN6Y9lB21Q1eS0uNmONkIbIEr6uWJ1itnGd7kSpz0WQUwZNOdNvwcUqPMRb-CZGVO9RoaxWMtM5MBAGRUNjk3mPi6qmjEq_Q1aq1Vwr53WdalHmQ/s4032/IMG_1860.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBqDAECFTCjD-oh1FBLeydyKUJaXvucIO3JfCKodI3pWtsw04GETNi1iuEjeTGahg8Znbb4_mN6Y9lB21Q1eS0uNmONkIbIEr6uWJ1itnGd7kSpz0WQUwZNOdNvwcUqPMRb-CZGVO9RoaxWMtM5MBAGRUNjk3mPi6qmjEq_Q1aq1Vwr53WdalHmQ/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I better capture you now before the rain washes you all away!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgC3KzgMy_yiqvSiZAAB2338UwGP4umW9yVi4MpMsvGZbjBMvsyFJ5pO8y4veVbvEA8gGCPg9V9ZQ3Ut64psOhL0KSduRVvZ9_Jt1A678vPTn2Uv8HIlM6vLr0OsS3XY6MKzyY49VU1rta1dlFifss8faZ_1q8NSoHW3r8JrvmOQa5H-JQ2yz7Tg/s4032/IMG_1861.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgC3KzgMy_yiqvSiZAAB2338UwGP4umW9yVi4MpMsvGZbjBMvsyFJ5pO8y4veVbvEA8gGCPg9V9ZQ3Ut64psOhL0KSduRVvZ9_Jt1A678vPTn2Uv8HIlM6vLr0OsS3XY6MKzyY49VU1rta1dlFifss8faZ_1q8NSoHW3r8JrvmOQa5H-JQ2yz7Tg/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Simply gorgeous!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxv9ojk2D8RpyQtU-Uo2hjJE9A_G2tyXHgSoX3VLMgy5T0Pa20THfeMVpY1WQmE_8uR8NarPBqoCi63DxdI79IbvMn_mt-HDYC24zk8QwJa8HnT7unT1BODxahSTiQRYxcoLu8MV__aM66BI8jEER9t9QeUbst0R6XUhkVgZmUsk1liFPRqIxZg/s4032/IMG_1862.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaxv9ojk2D8RpyQtU-Uo2hjJE9A_G2tyXHgSoX3VLMgy5T0Pa20THfeMVpY1WQmE_8uR8NarPBqoCi63DxdI79IbvMn_mt-HDYC24zk8QwJa8HnT7unT1BODxahSTiQRYxcoLu8MV__aM66BI8jEER9t9QeUbst0R6XUhkVgZmUsk1liFPRqIxZg/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4DVZrm9fvHkBIHkF9BxpYidWiE0-AX1lDefhj2_B5lWIaJ8XDW0-lasJuK2yBDEy6A0qTqGGTFF7rh0DLlwN5arHpGVkTZ9Wwlv7SUomklEDOgJWRfhY9zcQLecYJhzAAa1KBHcjj-Mt9LA624M41b0nAVdRgCGFpAIttDjgwzANwxXM1GSo0g/s1200/IMG_1864.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4DVZrm9fvHkBIHkF9BxpYidWiE0-AX1lDefhj2_B5lWIaJ8XDW0-lasJuK2yBDEy6A0qTqGGTFF7rh0DLlwN5arHpGVkTZ9Wwlv7SUomklEDOgJWRfhY9zcQLecYJhzAAa1KBHcjj-Mt9LA624M41b0nAVdRgCGFpAIttDjgwzANwxXM1GSo0g/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found these on a Facebook ad, but aren't they pretty? Ok, fine, they are for "mature" women, but I've always liked the "mature" styles. Ok, fine, the old lady styles. I went onto the website and they had some other styles that were more trendy. I wonder if the rouching and A-line style in this way would work for me? It's kind of a different technique than what I've seen before. and I just think the pattern on the bottom is pretty and unique. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qMaSWriVVPYs3Xa-UJzHK8IHNXvzBKFSQvwswmTGJ0f1_uCr3W8SlA5uyAPqXom8J31355hveT7lrI2ObBb26FspkXxHusvxFNC1B2_xGyey96oQ2cQIH48t9hYtrYVjstiEB-mNQplHBPlI0NKQtK8Lit18FlvN1u5StKE9UxpBTz9E1VSOpg/s1050/m227335.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1050" data-original-width="1050" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qMaSWriVVPYs3Xa-UJzHK8IHNXvzBKFSQvwswmTGJ0f1_uCr3W8SlA5uyAPqXom8J31355hveT7lrI2ObBb26FspkXxHusvxFNC1B2_xGyey96oQ2cQIH48t9hYtrYVjstiEB-mNQplHBPlI0NKQtK8Lit18FlvN1u5StKE9UxpBTz9E1VSOpg/s320/m227335.jpeg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">'tis the season! Actually, I'm glad that somehow I was on Mr. Speedy's campaign list and got the personal text message from the campaign office. Yes, I support Mr. Speedy 100%, although Jared is "on the fence (something to do with 2nd amendment rights), so yes, I'm getting a sign for our yard. He's been in this position for a couple of terms now and is doing an excellent job standing up for all the things I consider right and true. I read all his emails and follow whatever social media he puts out. He goes on nature hikes with Gary. So yup, I'll support him again in this reelection year. How about you?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p>Tuesday - Rain</p><p>- Today was the start of what looks like to be one of the rainiest weeks of the year. Rain every day through the weekend. I wish I could says we are bored, but we still are barely making it through the basics. We made it though, and that's what counts.</p><p>- I'm working on plans for next year and I'm counting down the days until I don't have to transport Justin home, not check on Keturah as much, and not tell Abishai to sit down in the chair and focus. The fall will be much easier. Justin will be driving himself soon enough. Just a couple of months from now. It can't come soon enough, </p><p>- Let's see, school, laundry, finally cooked the salmon for dinner. I took a shower while the salmon cooked, too. I wrote the outline for a blog post I'm writing, sorted mail, picked up Justin from work, picked up books from the library, bought dog food, answered email, put away food from the misfits box, and fed Abishai lunch and breakfast. Oh, and made myself a bigger breakfast than I normally do. And I managed to eat 3 real meals today, drank two teas and my usual cup of coffee, all while they were still warm! That's a big accomplishment! I also figured out which breed of dog my kids are most like and then got Abishai hooked onto to the old PBS series, Wishbone. He's definitely most like Wishbone, always up for an adventure and telling tales. You can find all or almost all of the episodes on YouTube. Classic PBS stuff I grew up on. And Abishai was laughing so hard at Wishbone's antics, too. Justin is a golden retriever, Benaiah is a Newfoundland, and Keturah is a Chow Chow. </p><p>- Speaking of Keturah, she would be an embarrassment if I had asked this in front of our history book author. After 10 years of working through these history books, she still can't answer this basic question about China. Why is China's culture so isolated? It has to do with geography. What is to the north? Mountains. To the west. Desserts. To the south and east? Her answer: jungles and more mountains. No! The sea! Picture it on the map! Yes, there's the Vietnams and Koreas, but generally speaking, China is hard to get to because of these other regions. Good grief. It's one thing not to know the dynasties in order. But it's another thing to not understand why a people group is so unique. She also hesitated on some other questions and Abishai piped up and answered the questions correctly from across the room. He's only been old enough to understand for the last year. Just when you think the kid hasn't been paying attention at all, he can spit out a specific fact out of his head just like that. And Keturah just had said, "I didn't learn anything knew out of that Celeopatra book, Mom. It's the same stuff over and over." It was a novel written by a Christian historical novelist through the eyes of a Hebrew servant to Cleopatra. It sounds absolutely fascinating. And she found it, meh. Just like she found, Troy, the movie from 2004, just "meh." Ok, Chow Chow. You can go back to your "meh" Chinese throne room now. I have a life to live and it's exciting. "Meh" has no place in my life. Remember that "lukewarm" passage in Revelations? It's a no go for me. I need some excitement. That's why I go to Kellie's house. There's always excitement there.</p><p>- And tomorrow we shall join the chaos of Kellie's two grandkids, two dogs, Kya, and the indoors again. There's too much rain again, too. So yup, let the chaos rain supreme. And I was thinking about it today and how my mom and her homeschool friends would do this, too. 5 families we were with me being the oldest. I think my brother might have been the youngest. 5 moms, 12 kids. Typically at the Hardys with 40 acres. 5 acres were "cultivated" for the house and yard and then some had trails to the stream and then there was a bit more. We were not supervised either. But we weren't babies. I was probably 6th-8th grade, maybe a bit older than that, and my brother is 6 yrs younger, so my mom might have had him stay closer up to the house. What an amazing childhood I had. And that's all I wished for for my kids. So instead of talking about homeschooling, I'm going to focus on more of this type of stuff in the future for them. I'm going to say yes to events and no to the books. We've done enough. Anything else is bonus right now. It's time to play, indoors and out. I'm done with this school year, can you tell? Let's go!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhK2ISt3e6Vbe0wcl94L1iqh5WibPPnpaN2GsqMZWJCkYeWTAr5Ff891-faEKdT2cHqlHOBtCr16-rLp1ntt3vpu7ne6sqLQdLPbWTxyhO_NKXPJdueYgoo3rBuoJZ9NsGBCATbkru7YepdAEzkDVWWBVYPpbd3rHEmjL2xcojBvrJhs9-8Jy_6A/s3520/IMG_1867.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhK2ISt3e6Vbe0wcl94L1iqh5WibPPnpaN2GsqMZWJCkYeWTAr5Ff891-faEKdT2cHqlHOBtCr16-rLp1ntt3vpu7ne6sqLQdLPbWTxyhO_NKXPJdueYgoo3rBuoJZ9NsGBCATbkru7YepdAEzkDVWWBVYPpbd3rHEmjL2xcojBvrJhs9-8Jy_6A/s320/IMG_1867.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Acting out Samson in the Bible after his eyes were gouged out.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><a href="https://youtu.be/I-Gife-YJ-Y" target="_blank">Samson takes down 3,000 Philistines</a><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfjqS257HvZdK9JNO3sidqFge_xwa8MBVNBymgPLHaG4AkJVAF6iso7Hnt5cDnH45YNHIwLyKgEFQQAEcoem8AjxPCBVkNkGwOAFoeCdUcYrKKcoXCv6G054jJW-4vfxzoxHdUZ_Cj6F75Ly_dNofcZ2aDVRf3te8pIGSwaM_TKlO4EprkV-mdg/s3520/IMG_1868.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfjqS257HvZdK9JNO3sidqFge_xwa8MBVNBymgPLHaG4AkJVAF6iso7Hnt5cDnH45YNHIwLyKgEFQQAEcoem8AjxPCBVkNkGwOAFoeCdUcYrKKcoXCv6G054jJW-4vfxzoxHdUZ_Cj6F75Ly_dNofcZ2aDVRf3te8pIGSwaM_TKlO4EprkV-mdg/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Knocking down the pillars in a temple of the Philistines god. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZv4UWxfvTNmQZS4TtDK6wEtlvQry92zFFqvx69b4z5AtGB-geTTaYjCgBzUthRpE_rFyyAQLUFEWTO_8SpeFNNim5lTCnXtX13y6zYbcC-BluacFXtOcb2cLUbPeVaEjMbNRF7xLwCTcTBsIvvBkoCiOAyjMdUUP8O53wJIntp0rAQiBjoS0LQ/s3520/IMG_1869.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUZv4UWxfvTNmQZS4TtDK6wEtlvQry92zFFqvx69b4z5AtGB-geTTaYjCgBzUthRpE_rFyyAQLUFEWTO_8SpeFNNim5lTCnXtX13y6zYbcC-BluacFXtOcb2cLUbPeVaEjMbNRF7xLwCTcTBsIvvBkoCiOAyjMdUUP8O53wJIntp0rAQiBjoS0LQ/s320/IMG_1869.JPG" width="180" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYRSzxctxwkNDk0UY5y6rqnFopBWmSf_tH6O7Gfo7IeFNdhs3N1zXtV7yVZ9krmgVrMy43vjPAZfK6suhhxLI9vgMNeBiQAmwGohrjKZ5VAGJ6-zLHyURLgvG8S8mXDIBimKSkAnInXl7OcPA5eLnMMiKUp6wDE2wGO5-ihpQu_psfGUgaQvhxw/s500/IMG_1871.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="357" data-original-width="500" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGYRSzxctxwkNDk0UY5y6rqnFopBWmSf_tH6O7Gfo7IeFNdhs3N1zXtV7yVZ9krmgVrMy43vjPAZfK6suhhxLI9vgMNeBiQAmwGohrjKZ5VAGJ6-zLHyURLgvG8S8mXDIBimKSkAnInXl7OcPA5eLnMMiKUp6wDE2wGO5-ihpQu_psfGUgaQvhxw/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pretty accurate. Of my mother at least. My mom was a hippie. She loved her jean jumpers. I wear the 2006 version (my mom did not). And I don't plan to be a hippie or a 2021 homeschooling mom.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTCYvVM22laP4UxkwU6Kzwz3W44K5obH5uvlNX4mCq6VgxX2ZafkAFKHuSkMLPbvMsg0xSM5QGdoFkmdoHGhosLNzyuCIfvmoyrYKZ8703K6ix6_VJ5ITjAeNShpHCrkajvk9OUSpTUK3WavxAgGRZGXOjoTevmOHWpqBfbgIVtxPDEwoiOvfVA/s2096/IMG_1873.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2056" data-original-width="2096" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTCYvVM22laP4UxkwU6Kzwz3W44K5obH5uvlNX4mCq6VgxX2ZafkAFKHuSkMLPbvMsg0xSM5QGdoFkmdoHGhosLNzyuCIfvmoyrYKZ8703K6ix6_VJ5ITjAeNShpHCrkajvk9OUSpTUK3WavxAgGRZGXOjoTevmOHWpqBfbgIVtxPDEwoiOvfVA/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai, the Jack Russel terrior, crazy, full of energy, great at digging, needs lots of attention.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDJQz2klPX3-j1xq1K9prgv19vLr5Znznieyzo3XACI7C8g4zB5pvc1_u-OAXb-zutbcQzvceDZ3MfefWPiYWrSSXyKi3s4amK1Yop-UrnocyjuT__hb35JcsclqeBbJhWSOnOylcEme6xq_Onp3CL_U-bP8mL9Nlhy_ugIkUbsxhfCxEEpOKxA/s625/IMG_1874.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="469" data-original-width="625" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVDJQz2klPX3-j1xq1K9prgv19vLr5Znznieyzo3XACI7C8g4zB5pvc1_u-OAXb-zutbcQzvceDZ3MfefWPiYWrSSXyKi3s4amK1Yop-UrnocyjuT__hb35JcsclqeBbJhWSOnOylcEme6xq_Onp3CL_U-bP8mL9Nlhy_ugIkUbsxhfCxEEpOKxA/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin, the golden retriever, loyal, a little confused, furry ears/long hair.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVC6lB9j4eE5LR49tJN4aToA1dYDlE_6_KZp6vXnIyA16SJJo4VM7n6AHnr63TglN-G19z-bOWYVxQ3idf4IwVUNH9Oc-DylEzZJlXCfLxR-VELdFau3xy433fdPsgmBve4uqSX9lkQ1GUq-UQEyzRO9sFNZlZ-QAnGduR7MyV83StpIbw0ufLQ/s1024/IMG_1875.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="685" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVC6lB9j4eE5LR49tJN4aToA1dYDlE_6_KZp6vXnIyA16SJJo4VM7n6AHnr63TglN-G19z-bOWYVxQ3idf4IwVUNH9Oc-DylEzZJlXCfLxR-VELdFau3xy433fdPsgmBve4uqSX9lkQ1GUq-UQEyzRO9sFNZlZ-QAnGduR7MyV83StpIbw0ufLQ/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" width="214" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Benaiah, the newfoundland, the biggest of them all, but super lovable and good to everyone.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAiuk0j6ECLc5MdrXR_4BuKGFR1__j0O3qh6edzCPYCilHFFJ8O0acFT8pcd5NqapfJihTlzmIQjCkbRyAyEO-FuvdVEJ9UzXYugH0FrI-kxQoHWxbgwoza7AV9bdtgHaE5Ks3YHGY3QjKoaCMX1YZ0l1nKARwub6qmMnN7CbnW2AEZOQ0JQnsw/s191/IMG_1876.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="162" data-original-width="191" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJAiuk0j6ECLc5MdrXR_4BuKGFR1__j0O3qh6edzCPYCilHFFJ8O0acFT8pcd5NqapfJihTlzmIQjCkbRyAyEO-FuvdVEJ9UzXYugH0FrI-kxQoHWxbgwoza7AV9bdtgHaE5Ks3YHGY3QjKoaCMX1YZ0l1nKARwub6qmMnN7CbnW2AEZOQ0JQnsw/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG" width="191" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah, the chow chow. Likes to be left alone, low energy, warms up to people, a bit yippy and sharp tongued. Does fine with one owner.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQq_Jy5qAykPL-7ce1uaz1PBnat8etXyEsOpK_Evd4c7dRluseiP23G0MoxZe8EjxTw-nZdvOx2KRChWrF0v6RQshqCUWGgMc6u0hXrhTrfsTOuCPyCIJyJEj9mX7e90iOzJ5xR1yZtas_lfesegmyYt9LKf7z5b4y9f0rCN2QKMY4b0lZ61v3oQ/s4032/IMG_1877.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQq_Jy5qAykPL-7ce1uaz1PBnat8etXyEsOpK_Evd4c7dRluseiP23G0MoxZe8EjxTw-nZdvOx2KRChWrF0v6RQshqCUWGgMc6u0hXrhTrfsTOuCPyCIJyJEj9mX7e90iOzJ5xR1yZtas_lfesegmyYt9LKf7z5b4y9f0rCN2QKMY4b0lZ61v3oQ/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah took over my new shelving. Of course she did. My little organizer.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddVQLLRktnsgamW_aDkkLPzpZpBOneRD4yxvmJ-cBZxN3asH3yF6_hitT6aypYN_mjG38WnghV1DGBrSOhf3kXTxySUaN0xPqBc0dfLqnmPY_VxEPvFxwV0mBmnzcmbGjj6JRuhK064twRQ35SHgtOxO5XfitgledbrgDEgq6Ja-jLuWPfq7CmQ/s1792/IMG_1878.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjddVQLLRktnsgamW_aDkkLPzpZpBOneRD4yxvmJ-cBZxN3asH3yF6_hitT6aypYN_mjG38WnghV1DGBrSOhf3kXTxySUaN0xPqBc0dfLqnmPY_VxEPvFxwV0mBmnzcmbGjj6JRuhK064twRQ35SHgtOxO5XfitgledbrgDEgq6Ja-jLuWPfq7CmQ/s320/IMG_1878.PNG" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Huge storm system came through through this week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ilbtmLQILgU_Z5DAZVV50aZy3jk_Z8qQsLEhM3McsX27z65he1uqY1__DQ6UCohfWi_93nqvxLVC1jIJxLzOnPyQBl4Mxyj-qhvnUiFoV8vd7GLtP37S_2i0Be0X1uknfHUwqqvER8e2w8DNxnd_6EHthwxQkIgzki8g_pFtIRmMEeubr_YJzQ/s1792/IMG_1879.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ilbtmLQILgU_Z5DAZVV50aZy3jk_Z8qQsLEhM3McsX27z65he1uqY1__DQ6UCohfWi_93nqvxLVC1jIJxLzOnPyQBl4Mxyj-qhvnUiFoV8vd7GLtP37S_2i0Be0X1uknfHUwqqvER8e2w8DNxnd_6EHthwxQkIgzki8g_pFtIRmMEeubr_YJzQ/w296-h640/IMG_1879.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yikes. Chalmette is the exact town Aaron and Shauna live in.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXTd7XLcR855PX-9Qsx7gmF2OD1y_ZHZinQILzxl9YnqTdOxqVWAG5OWrm8gHclt3hi5V8fE1YocdFfKy8PniLy2xK52hr4Ae8TYu56p5XHLsdnOW-XuVdXJmJERGT3PYs8tbtP8Pmq7m5ORq9pCiYYWsFvNwImadlMNhheyLgmrqpLtoUNYcBQ/s4032/IMG_9470.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioXTd7XLcR855PX-9Qsx7gmF2OD1y_ZHZinQILzxl9YnqTdOxqVWAG5OWrm8gHclt3hi5V8fE1YocdFfKy8PniLy2xK52hr4Ae8TYu56p5XHLsdnOW-XuVdXJmJERGT3PYs8tbtP8Pmq7m5ORq9pCiYYWsFvNwImadlMNhheyLgmrqpLtoUNYcBQ/s320/IMG_9470.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this is some of the damage that was done. Not fun. Could be worse. I don't know details though. Someone sent this to Aaron from one of their helicopter surveillance rides. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>Wednesday - A Different Sort of Wednesday</p><p>- Well, I had every intention of doing some school with Abishai today but...I spent over an hour texting a book worth of words to Jared, so......that didn't happen. I was so fully in the moment with my text that I barely registered who came in and out of the kitchen to get breakfast and what they ate. I had to go back around afterwards to make sure everyone had indeed been through. ADHD much? Yup, that's me. Oh well, the words were flowing well. I take advantage of those moments, ok? </p><p>- And then it was time to go. It's a good thing I figured out what we needed to do and when last night because we wouldn't have had a plan for today. And although we did, we changed it last minute. We had planned to go to Aldi's to get some snacks to take with us to Kellie's house, then go to PetSmart for dog food, then stop by McDonald's for lunch, because it's all in the same plaza. Then I'd zip out to straight to Greenfield on US-40. Oh yeah, stop by the TCU north of us so Justin could deposit his paychecks. Well, there were a couple of hiccups. Justin did his TCU thing no problem. I went into Aldi's with NO cart or bags and came out with no cart and just one bag. We did not go to PetSmart because Keturah and I decided we would take Socks and go tomorrow so he can pick out his own birthday treats and sniff the other animals and such. We've never taken him in so I thought it would be fun. I hope it's still ok. If not, I guess we can take him straight back to the car or something. Maybe we did take him once. But it's definitely a treat for him to go. So I skipped that today. And then I was the only one who wanted McD's for lunch. Abishai had eaten enough at home and he's basically sworn off chicken nuggets now. Sigh. And Justin doesn't eat at McD's. The new CFA is not ready yet. I let Justin pick out a different restaurant on the way and he choose Popeye's, fair enough. I asked him multiple times if he wanted 6 biscuits instead of 1 and if he wanted fries, but he said no. He only got 1 chicken sandwhich and a drink and 1 biscuit. For a teenage boy, he sure does eat light. Well, he had taken his medication today and was just not hungry. When the medication wore off at 5pm though, he was hangry. Duh. Popeye's is a "Louisiana style" fried chicken sandwhich place, a rival to CFA, and they sell biscuits, like the ones for biscuits and gravy, all day. Dry as dry can be, but whatever. It was 12:45 and the line was empty for the place. McD's was pretty quiet, too. In what should be a fairly busy area, but I guess that not busy. Just our usual stomping grounds on the east side. But we were able to zip it out to Greenfield right on time no problem. Abishai did finally eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich at 3pm. And then didn't eat again until after Tang Soo. </p><p>- And this is why I really hate the food schedule right now. No one eats on a regular schedule. I don't know how other parents do it. No one sits for a real meal. How am I supposed to plan? Does everybody just warm up leftovers? Do I plan for 5 people? But no one likes the food I make for dinner? I can't substitute everything? And what do you feed a kid who is super picky? I don't have time for this. No way Jose'. I can't win. I won't win. </p><p>- We had all kinds of weather today. High winds. Flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder. A downpour. Bright sunshine. Clouds. Blue skies. It was crazy! The kids did go outside for a bit when we first got there, thank goodness. But then they kept each other busy the rest of the afternoon so Kellie and I could just visit in peace. And thankfully they left Justin and Kya alone, too. Abishai didn't want to leave! And when we got home, he almost didn't want to go to Tang Soo because his mouth was so dry from not taking the time to drink enough water all afternoon and he needed to be refueled. But he got to do some sparring tonight, so I'm glad he didn't miss that. He played very hard all day today. He'll sleep hard tonight.</p><p>- Ok, this is cute. Justin is teaching Kya how to play Minecraft, but from a distance. They are chatting through their chatting app but in Minecraft, they have a world all to themselves. Adorable! I don't want to spy on their conversations, I really don't. It's not really fair that I now have access. It's too tempting to look. But it's kind of fun to give Justin pointers, if only he'll listen. He just doesn't have a clue sometimes. Anyway, I love it. Sigh. </p><p>- Now I have to go back to taking care of my own business tomorrow with some school, Petsmart errand, pick up Justin, write blog post, make dinner, take Abishai to Tang Soo. And then collapse into bed again. Yup, schoolwork is fading out of the picture again. I can't keep up with all the things at once. Something always suffers. <br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyIV0wa-3k1n1PYilUJf7QEQ3a2hFFcTzk9ly28RtTdiUCVek3rRNOCQ93qBHAKbuB9nPzsR_2hTI9y8uv76_KB_KQt22w3RlODhzb7iziHVX_TmocQURWE88C1XfNjW-AxjxFF9aLksXfhWKJzYWViboaAl_Mcn-fJKI4qFAe5hiyHc5QFwD-w/s4032/IMG_1887.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEyIV0wa-3k1n1PYilUJf7QEQ3a2hFFcTzk9ly28RtTdiUCVek3rRNOCQ93qBHAKbuB9nPzsR_2hTI9y8uv76_KB_KQt22w3RlODhzb7iziHVX_TmocQURWE88C1XfNjW-AxjxFF9aLksXfhWKJzYWViboaAl_Mcn-fJKI4qFAe5hiyHc5QFwD-w/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This box was intended to be used for Legos.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHq6Auwp6ajyDFZHFaYBeBSyYPC00BVg7GC2yk1UrjdeYoim7UIyWmL9vpr70Inr7jvPVQFkWmb1ErSX8cdgVeaNbfk9u-F4Ju0SM7yJhtH64-hXfXjw_PsZuJsv3hBB-PUOIQkveDSmnY8fDdEkeEC_AKjHUfgeWq_fpSse3yTuTwBbH23G8OA/s4032/IMG_1888.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHq6Auwp6ajyDFZHFaYBeBSyYPC00BVg7GC2yk1UrjdeYoim7UIyWmL9vpr70Inr7jvPVQFkWmb1ErSX8cdgVeaNbfk9u-F4Ju0SM7yJhtH64-hXfXjw_PsZuJsv3hBB-PUOIQkveDSmnY8fDdEkeEC_AKjHUfgeWq_fpSse3yTuTwBbH23G8OA/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This box didn't have a planned use for yet, but maybe Hot Wheel tracks. definitely not for more weaponry.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDUvzuoF-DPbDUv9rWS202EDwf3ohgpw688jkF5S25ZGCp9cL4rsgwHw_NlI6uGoYEpFtd_HD20TL2prqoVRTpQDaVwfyb6uN-UT1adzMF6tUejo8hhth-KW6dyjhvKBI_icSsFgFpetI5-sueTPptS5hggx9JTPKQiuUn2a4XrB_jGcN3YZ6kg/s480/IMG_1894.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="404" data-original-width="480" height="269" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJDUvzuoF-DPbDUv9rWS202EDwf3ohgpw688jkF5S25ZGCp9cL4rsgwHw_NlI6uGoYEpFtd_HD20TL2prqoVRTpQDaVwfyb6uN-UT1adzMF6tUejo8hhth-KW6dyjhvKBI_icSsFgFpetI5-sueTPptS5hggx9JTPKQiuUn2a4XrB_jGcN3YZ6kg/s320/IMG_1894.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very fun.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVLXzDXRUNHsPbRnNoJI844OO_1zMOthx0h6-Uapnx31GTLrqARvwGRvbyHIu4ktVP-zCbk8tT8ne8bKNhVyErF3R45cZCq58tta05QRKOkwp0zLNkJc-CjwS6yPsaGkTYAqymaPIWYWHhZDXJKbL4RK56OkbjrPI2GQWJ0V9OViNi9hddmC27g/s960/IMG_1895.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="807" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKVLXzDXRUNHsPbRnNoJI844OO_1zMOthx0h6-Uapnx31GTLrqARvwGRvbyHIu4ktVP-zCbk8tT8ne8bKNhVyErF3R45cZCq58tta05QRKOkwp0zLNkJc-CjwS6yPsaGkTYAqymaPIWYWHhZDXJKbL4RK56OkbjrPI2GQWJ0V9OViNi9hddmC27g/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" width="269" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not funny. Absolutely heartbreaking.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NqLg6mIFokiWZj3WyxAO9jm6DOMYnGLSGn-f63CkMu6ckR2TezCf4WfwdSNSBm6021zE6B45RHvViI4cjQY3-c9-zir_D9qxO3rzDyf8a_x6Z6_JUV4n3pQc_wEKKYbwnD1aApxxpatqfgS-jxiWiV6yo9mTUIC0grCwlzfSUNTkdntt_fBPrw/s640/IMG_1896.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NqLg6mIFokiWZj3WyxAO9jm6DOMYnGLSGn-f63CkMu6ckR2TezCf4WfwdSNSBm6021zE6B45RHvViI4cjQY3-c9-zir_D9qxO3rzDyf8a_x6Z6_JUV4n3pQc_wEKKYbwnD1aApxxpatqfgS-jxiWiV6yo9mTUIC0grCwlzfSUNTkdntt_fBPrw/s320/IMG_1896.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grade levels are manmade. We are hear to break those trends. I don't look up the scope and sequence and expectations for 1st grarde for example. I just look for forward progress. Grades only help when we are using them to place our kids in Sunday School class, that's it. I avoid them the rest of the time. And reading levels? Not here. Ever. And I lucked out. We didn't have any reading problems, praise the Lord! We made it through 4 kids, all using the same program, good old Abeka and the Blue Backed Speller.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7hwMhrXLzjAnXQJAJiPYRObVVXFKk2QewGasGRO3MBHlz1YsHlJTfxv-nrFUI3V4gT6_OqOqetU-4SpAIDw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNZ4Mo9dYRXDr-KCtrptcRGjpfcTJRI_i6XDIJUYE5hl2jsUU6KHeSVC7o6V4zDrqDHHwteUK_nq7ViekZ_A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p>Thursday - Preparing for the Golden Birthday</p><p>- We started the day with school, but boy, was it tough. Trying to keep Abishai in his seat and concentraing is a full time job. I think I'm going to call the doctor and get an appointment so we can discuss some options for an ADHD diagnosis. We have a lot of money in the HSA account, so perhaps I can use some of that and go to the expensive doctor as well. Who knows. But we need a change. Today Abishai was writing his penmanship paper and instead of copying out The elephant has a telephone. He wrote The elephone because he had looked up and stared at something and lost his place in the lines of writing that were right above the blank lines on the same sheet of paper. I can't always sit with him either. He does better when I do, but it's not always feasible. And then there's things like the emotional disregulation and constant movement and all that. It's time to try something else for a bit and either rule it in as helpful or rule it out as not helpful. I don't want to be mad at my child for something he isn't trying to do on purpose. And he's got a long ways to go with academics with me. Time to make a change. And no, just because he can stare at a screen or focus on something for a long period of time, doesn't mean he isn't scattered 95% of the time. So, let's just see if can't get him to be more even keeled. </p><p><span>- After Abishai and Keturah did their independent work, I promised we would take Socks to Petsmart so he could pick out his own birthday toy and treats. He was very excited to be somewhere new. Keturah handled Socks very well and kept her hand near his collar. But the only thing Socks did was sniff. I think he wore out his sniff to be honest. He didn't let out a single woof or snarl at anything. And he didn't attempt to mark any territory either. He did look into the cages of the different animals like guinea pigs, birds, cats, and fish, but didn't try to paw at them or jump back from them or anything. He just cocked his head a little bit. He's either a little blind or just such a good boy and learned his lessons about messing with other creatures. Granted there's glass between him and them, but still. Socks did however go right up to any human we saw for pets and loves. And they all obliged ohhhing and ahhhing about how pretty he is and well behaved he is. My favorite words to hear about him because it's really, really true. It's a very fine specimen of a dog. When a 5 yr old can accidentally lay on top of his hindquarters right where it hurts him the most and he doesn't let out any kind of squeak or squeal or nip, you know you've got the best. Some of the dogs I grew up with would nip if you did that to them and we were warned never to touch their backs. But not Socks. He'll move away but he won't wince. He's a tough old boy. Anyway, he sniffed his whole way round the store. I tried to get him to pick out his own dog food, treats, bones, toys, and he wanted nothing of it. He showed more interest in the fancy treats than real bones. Keturah was convinced he needed a real bone. Some were really expensive and some weren't, but I just couldn't bring myself to buy one. He never has been interested in chewing anything. A few bites on a stick or his sheep, but that's it. Nothing prolonged and that was years ago. He never ate any rawhides like my beagles did. He doesn't have nervous energy like they did. But we did find some birthday treats for him. I tried to put a birthday hat on him and he walked away. So I bought him a bow tie and regular tie to put on his collar. I thought it said Happy Birthday and it has Happy Gotcha Day but I don't care, it's bright rainbow colors and it looks cute. The t-shirts look cute too but he wouldn't like them so I didn't get those. There was a little birthday kit and it was actually only $20 which is reasonable that said Happy Pawty on its decor but again, I might only use it once. I just want to celebrate Socks' golden birthday well and all the birthdays we have with him in case it's his last. I'm inviting the Wagars, the Caudills, and the Crafts over next Saturday for cupcakes to celebrate. Why not? It's a silly reason just to see them anyway. Unfortunately, Alisha and Charlie just had to put down one of their dogs, Sissy, so I'm not sure if they will come, but it might be good for them, too. Sissy was 14. We got Socks from the Wagars and Dan and Mary Craft rode with Socks home from Canada and love him up when they've done work on our house. And hey, I don't get to do many birthday parties anymore, so, I just wanted to. Back to Petsmart, a cat did hiss at Scoks, but everybody was safe. Socks did take an interest in the fish tanks which surprised me, so that was interesting. Abishai loved seeing the turtle that was in there. Nobody was grossed out by the live crickets. We did get a big bag of dog food and all that, too. And then the cashier tried to give Socks a regular treat that he has at home, and he at first refused to because maybe it's coming from a stranger? We don't know. But it was a fun hour in the pet store. I love our well behaved big floof. I wish we could take him more places. He's definitely a conversation starter.<br /></span></p><p>- Abishai was finally hungry for lunch, so as promised, I took Keturah to McDonald's for a treat and Abishai asked for a Happy Meal, so I obliged since I didn't purchase anything for him yesterday. The slushie machine was not working well so we ended up with an extra slushie and then Justin got one when we picked him up from work on the way home. So everybody was happy. </p><p>- Then it was time for screens, and for my screen time, I typed out the blog post for the IAHE I'm working on. It didn't progress as easily as I had wanted to because I was tired, so I printed it out to read over and edit during Abishais' karate class. I was able to do that and do that well. And then rewrite it on Friday. Woot! Woot! I also observed during karate class that Abishai's behavior also matched classic ADHD signs of being distracted. And he likes to socialize, which is not tolerated in class. The poor teacher can't do a whole lot to stop it. I hope the parents, who all seem to stay during class, had a chat with their kids on the way home like I did. I was not pleased. Sigh. But what can you do when you're not allowed to touch students anymore or single them out or humiliate them in front of everyone else? Sigh. </p><p>- We got home and ate some dinner. I finally finished my bowl of dinner around 8:30pm. Ugh, again, I hate this food schedule so much! I had some emails to catch up on, and then my TV watching. Let's just say it was a late night binge fest and it didn't do my sleep habits any favors.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAn12ARMHcSOWcEQlbmm7fSBJyVSNr7nz5nE_dKqWen-8x-qQnH5JIFFYQi0ZSWUz3Mf2BZXGfn_ruJOjO6KAnG64hrKsUBx0a8aJcUjD0en-X7Yd65jRUTbcadL2KTdGPG9ngry5ZCr0RnAuZGKI5LNyfuh3cyEr8TAAB1kO0cGYxNmkZLenig/s4032/IMG_1900.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAn12ARMHcSOWcEQlbmm7fSBJyVSNr7nz5nE_dKqWen-8x-qQnH5JIFFYQi0ZSWUz3Mf2BZXGfn_ruJOjO6KAnG64hrKsUBx0a8aJcUjD0en-X7Yd65jRUTbcadL2KTdGPG9ngry5ZCr0RnAuZGKI5LNyfuh3cyEr8TAAB1kO0cGYxNmkZLenig/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin said there was no deli meat and cheese to make a sandwhich and he said he told me to get some yesterday when we were at Aldi's. Well, no, he didn't tell me AND he just didn't look hard enough under the shredded cheese. Sigh. Justin.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_3hwHnBMWqkhW2y8WyKxdOh7yvvPL_1LDyV6aX-HxPV00qimdNKOsB2PZEGYeuZ_mEDg3z4Sb9kvyPH28BE6_f2sLeLXawWMVF20thQFyHa5FhxLuH8KvhQLpN2JaVmdeHg_RkEqiNsYfcH4dUPSW2kdhFw7eFUNT7PEw62jSOSGHXcq7n7iSQ/s4032/IMG_1901.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6_3hwHnBMWqkhW2y8WyKxdOh7yvvPL_1LDyV6aX-HxPV00qimdNKOsB2PZEGYeuZ_mEDg3z4Sb9kvyPH28BE6_f2sLeLXawWMVF20thQFyHa5FhxLuH8KvhQLpN2JaVmdeHg_RkEqiNsYfcH4dUPSW2kdhFw7eFUNT7PEw62jSOSGHXcq7n7iSQ/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big boys peel their own hard boiled eggs. At least he's eating this protein right now. He won't eat chicken nuggets or hot dogs or deli meat sandwhiches or cheese or yogurt and not much milk either. Just peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. Maybe leftover dinner meat. And loads and loads of complex carbs and fruit. Oh and not much veggies either. Sigh. That's why he only weighs 48 lbs.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5GJB2Ccrtq2vXDZiw_v-lgIvqnivpCtzCgII5d5sgZIcQXRlKq7jzVCNditHO-rOmFG1LHWesSoXwizPEZ8WQFnFQDdqVVlfGBUCUYJva9YAK-NVsYbhhzIwbN7CsdNYDQGFxlYR4d2bogIZ74kkeEtGhPCKEqnMJaPTUVh3m4L-yDbv75ODOQ/s1792/IMG_1902.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5GJB2Ccrtq2vXDZiw_v-lgIvqnivpCtzCgII5d5sgZIcQXRlKq7jzVCNditHO-rOmFG1LHWesSoXwizPEZ8WQFnFQDdqVVlfGBUCUYJva9YAK-NVsYbhhzIwbN7CsdNYDQGFxlYR4d2bogIZ74kkeEtGhPCKEqnMJaPTUVh3m4L-yDbv75ODOQ/w296-h640/IMG_1902.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whenever there's a crisis, you can always count on Michael W. Smith expressing himself through music. Can't wait to hear this piece for the Ukraine! It's an orchestral type of music. I don't know if it will have lyrics or a choir or what yet. He says it's done though. Just have to master it and put it out there. He's also been on sabbatical/recording mode so we'll see. Just about 2 months until I see him on the piano tour. Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0ZSfDmWT1Ymk3eObppNDDegHQcopiCutcbj4ZKHTqpxI3-Bmq12Hhng9izTg9-iyfA2eg1Z7D7Zda6IJoG8uZqOQv-L7KIIbiM9OYjmsIYOULv7cHOnEgssE-uuLhKkhWLs85R7_GND5vHdho5BNoQJqab8VLsbqG7dV1R67A91Gvw5waugCZQ/s4032/IMG_1904.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0ZSfDmWT1Ymk3eObppNDDegHQcopiCutcbj4ZKHTqpxI3-Bmq12Hhng9izTg9-iyfA2eg1Z7D7Zda6IJoG8uZqOQv-L7KIIbiM9OYjmsIYOULv7cHOnEgssE-uuLhKkhWLs85R7_GND5vHdho5BNoQJqab8VLsbqG7dV1R67A91Gvw5waugCZQ/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Child, it's 47 degrees F outside. With the threat of sleet and snow. Put some clothes on! His response: "But I'm Canadian!" So he puts on a winter coat and hat without changing his shorts. He did put on different shoes though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBnn1xEhHvpW1QeRTYcQPBU6lMDsgcdLSiAGGk3tdaiVttajsqTx5VvpEl5sXObxP2ZRaVpn-Oy5AgF9MhCl_COoMWRu20dchkkORxBvdzMZmFExVvb1K3tYJyT5CkZD-ri2seKwObMfB8PS4D34M5x-KNdXyYdQGOQqqwTGO8s1m0s9eLWY3Ww/s1792/IMG_1906.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBnn1xEhHvpW1QeRTYcQPBU6lMDsgcdLSiAGGk3tdaiVttajsqTx5VvpEl5sXObxP2ZRaVpn-Oy5AgF9MhCl_COoMWRu20dchkkORxBvdzMZmFExVvb1K3tYJyT5CkZD-ri2seKwObMfB8PS4D34M5x-KNdXyYdQGOQqqwTGO8s1m0s9eLWY3Ww/w296-h640/IMG_1906.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fool's spring. That's what we had. I'm kind of glad I didn't get to cleaning out the flower beds yet. As soon as we get a week worth of warm temps though, I need to get digging and pulling because I see some green shoots coming up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wkwHb9Wn4ZeKAfAZhwGS3enMwIGc9rPQFTVyZ5PDd2d2vVNU8SMsVJJZdQghAl9ZB-Yvr0H8_izMl0hdrBM8CV2tvQq-oitxLTsAs7xC2Dfms3X18pXLV4KaGdL0C1dCb6cSJwS1O24LOCIGHqm9sHyzaamJoKpM-B606DR_fq6JlSYgnsJBgQ/s4032/IMG_1909.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wkwHb9Wn4ZeKAfAZhwGS3enMwIGc9rPQFTVyZ5PDd2d2vVNU8SMsVJJZdQghAl9ZB-Yvr0H8_izMl0hdrBM8CV2tvQq-oitxLTsAs7xC2Dfms3X18pXLV4KaGdL0C1dCb6cSJwS1O24LOCIGHqm9sHyzaamJoKpM-B606DR_fq6JlSYgnsJBgQ/s320/IMG_1909.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Checking out the guinea pigs.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySFWIvU9eFO2aIJJTcXWUdvNFji1TDLu7v_h4Nk5mXpZs2ksae2d27c2Ljp87PAi6liFl_BegDHb8v2Zyx0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqXdETRxg0VOc8vsEDOuvPMQJVZNNp1ViVmasprN4R0WzXOtFeUH4v6XEOa43gP26_fQwWrP15mTsyIiqhWMgJbVhUbU6NmjEsE0sZeVgdgYCaJ8Du5JYIbQv4l7bhVmE6xpH1TRPjFWf9GawKR4cIIuRjpcyzxEgr9VPOOmxlnwJs8rQekO-kg/s4032/IMG_1910.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqXdETRxg0VOc8vsEDOuvPMQJVZNNp1ViVmasprN4R0WzXOtFeUH4v6XEOa43gP26_fQwWrP15mTsyIiqhWMgJbVhUbU6NmjEsE0sZeVgdgYCaJ8Du5JYIbQv4l7bhVmE6xpH1TRPjFWf9GawKR4cIIuRjpcyzxEgr9VPOOmxlnwJs8rQekO-kg/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walking right past the birds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojZ7cBkPkPb1pcU2ZkfJWkixE0nIKflZUXCWx263l5QwWJbx35sB7-Y0iYeSqjXagjWDe8lbO_5sZDdKxjBcsU3m8CuShy9vYhkdtAOC2BkBLuSWHqu9onOx_RZO5eWgAWKSMXMh1LWJonf09o_fZWVgfBSZrqvOihRdIf4hDogzBJ34OFsNoSQ/s4032/IMG_1911.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjojZ7cBkPkPb1pcU2ZkfJWkixE0nIKflZUXCWx263l5QwWJbx35sB7-Y0iYeSqjXagjWDe8lbO_5sZDdKxjBcsU3m8CuShy9vYhkdtAOC2BkBLuSWHqu9onOx_RZO5eWgAWKSMXMh1LWJonf09o_fZWVgfBSZrqvOihRdIf4hDogzBJ34OFsNoSQ/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. Yummy bones but I don't NEED them. I'll just leave them for my other friends.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzkWJslgFdWFzFF2rjHuTLYtdkn1lk4Rg8lFZXkCQ-EYACwlJCBuz7oyr--dNLpqQxibesHpwD5rHgoxJqZADt9-W-QWjpYOTYNOAYA7Z2zPYeXa6aZIreGILK1ZYW2XioX6c2QZEkw_2J6ZaWDI1q-V_5WMcNP9bszc1ohTiLDYUZRWnAUOtBg/s4032/IMG_1913.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzkWJslgFdWFzFF2rjHuTLYtdkn1lk4Rg8lFZXkCQ-EYACwlJCBuz7oyr--dNLpqQxibesHpwD5rHgoxJqZADt9-W-QWjpYOTYNOAYA7Z2zPYeXa6aZIreGILK1ZYW2XioX6c2QZEkw_2J6ZaWDI1q-V_5WMcNP9bszc1ohTiLDYUZRWnAUOtBg/s320/IMG_1913.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oooo, I like this kind of junk food treats.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBkWTrQNbFPAM9Dl3UuX59_D5_YEqjU_LUZuiWR1TdMZRdY05fncv4EQjOFyvDkgLiKfYRUA1DKO5tzfXXOs_3lt_Ngdg8ssF6az5DD4yToh-MpIqLTmyQLqt0YmdQZQ8fw7-Jh8TrW1PwKFs_ebN-UZu1TBosNDmmvzPJb9Kvn5NnuF7G2x2ag/s3520/IMG_1914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBkWTrQNbFPAM9Dl3UuX59_D5_YEqjU_LUZuiWR1TdMZRdY05fncv4EQjOFyvDkgLiKfYRUA1DKO5tzfXXOs_3lt_Ngdg8ssF6az5DD4yToh-MpIqLTmyQLqt0YmdQZQ8fw7-Jh8TrW1PwKFs_ebN-UZu1TBosNDmmvzPJb9Kvn5NnuF7G2x2ag/s320/IMG_1914.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm not too sure about this kitty. It looks like she might hurt me. I better get out of here!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjhuxB_cbHAd_VRFg-8I5mLhX2_ramDjsDvY8_ngVJcsXKYnJrmqf6t80ZSElUTgtsOF3vo9BYyZT-qy1jrg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupOOJQ68rdJcPz-hgSMMSraM9ikH8aHiMJo3JoBC1vLPsspbMCpusIwlp8ffVlpnfnZdfKdaITmH9VyAnX_IA-xt-matJpROcleSxqyXcQ9Q3ZqahlbJzV1oyOqKMYABOpLmSWm2TGK2HAZ5LeH2Pg5sjOvMijNuS6kl6QzpoE_jyZfus69GNqw/s4032/IMG_1916.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjupOOJQ68rdJcPz-hgSMMSraM9ikH8aHiMJo3JoBC1vLPsspbMCpusIwlp8ffVlpnfnZdfKdaITmH9VyAnX_IA-xt-matJpROcleSxqyXcQ9Q3ZqahlbJzV1oyOqKMYABOpLmSWm2TGK2HAZ5LeH2Pg5sjOvMijNuS6kl6QzpoE_jyZfus69GNqw/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ONLY time Socks escapes is when the gate is left wide open. He doesn't climb fences anymore and he doesn't charge through the front glass door either. He won't try to, but if he can see that the door or gate is open, he'll for it. He wants to be with living creatures, especially people. So he goes on adventures to find them. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3qdRXe6nEbozlO7s2gz-OaSK1GKH2JHzWHM2Lr_5pte5MLr7lCSUtQaKydPO3KhL6AaykiHyLl2CUaKiQ7GvZodXHZxU70mx-RTNkuD_jsXbmpUTdhpsHcvH_-Fq7YHM1AgJmF-5qTYP7t4RLE4Aj2OjP3emQKJ-wQGAOfQ9L_3S2s02U0xH_A/s4032/IMG_1917.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3qdRXe6nEbozlO7s2gz-OaSK1GKH2JHzWHM2Lr_5pte5MLr7lCSUtQaKydPO3KhL6AaykiHyLl2CUaKiQ7GvZodXHZxU70mx-RTNkuD_jsXbmpUTdhpsHcvH_-Fq7YHM1AgJmF-5qTYP7t4RLE4Aj2OjP3emQKJ-wQGAOfQ9L_3S2s02U0xH_A/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So, bro, what are these colorful floaty things. I definitely haven't seen these things before. They go so fast!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dkY0Tka9ui8dHnz8zbNf8Wy4nCM7bgpj_vPUu_MjjcGmVy5GA2DjSnL92x4nc8y_JQBeaTV1BBo9soLNP_nYA4UbgK_RHIahjteLjKpE-kdoCgQb7Pqy0UeFYztU8F7x4IHZWpy6ZV1pDosHYD5AGU4dBP29cTy61jGzQUXcAr27teJ6ndCCNg/s4032/IMG_1918.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9dkY0Tka9ui8dHnz8zbNf8Wy4nCM7bgpj_vPUu_MjjcGmVy5GA2DjSnL92x4nc8y_JQBeaTV1BBo9soLNP_nYA4UbgK_RHIahjteLjKpE-kdoCgQb7Pqy0UeFYztU8F7x4IHZWpy6ZV1pDosHYD5AGU4dBP29cTy61jGzQUXcAr27teJ6ndCCNg/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love when people have cute outfits on their dogs. Socks has tolerated when we've put a cape or something on him, but then he looks so pitiful so I just take it right off. I did find this cut jersey t-shirt, but didn't buy it because I'm not going to be cruel to him on his birthday.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKv-AaAvhG0OXgC7cVDtZA-cq_Xg47ZttNOVnFWYE3wz_-OpK7ofhIl8DtI9BNkO31XNqfudFoqzQiXgNhHuQZNPkL9VZ0hNBK7LjW1Y3J8OxXWJrx0w33I3dF0Uxrk16eq9YUU8qrD5dJzyI_aUUsogiXzyn4PJgjaSrYGWmmVlmPGOq9FcTAg/s4032/IMG_1919.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZKv-AaAvhG0OXgC7cVDtZA-cq_Xg47ZttNOVnFWYE3wz_-OpK7ofhIl8DtI9BNkO31XNqfudFoqzQiXgNhHuQZNPkL9VZ0hNBK7LjW1Y3J8OxXWJrx0w33I3dF0Uxrk16eq9YUU8qrD5dJzyI_aUUsogiXzyn4PJgjaSrYGWmmVlmPGOq9FcTAg/s320/IMG_1919.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What?! Cheese puffs for dogs?! Ok then! But again, I didn't buy them because I wasn't sure if he'd like them. We've trained him not to like people food so I don't think he goes for cheese flavored things.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDZhVZ7mqQvt-mU86M9gveJPQfzsBuR9qym_CjtLhb4MkD45xryCJk9WCceN8UCCFvrB3zOkXLi4nYqSw1Xi1NYEIlAe-Jrn2-BS9mLZ9wOzUhUVrSlYuAIJCLMQrXiJ7bIqwEOhQt2ScDHmtdzpZlMdi6xZh4deIsxph44YfyPiNw5Dhg-sdLA/s4032/IMG_1921.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRDZhVZ7mqQvt-mU86M9gveJPQfzsBuR9qym_CjtLhb4MkD45xryCJk9WCceN8UCCFvrB3zOkXLi4nYqSw1Xi1NYEIlAe-Jrn2-BS9mLZ9wOzUhUVrSlYuAIJCLMQrXiJ7bIqwEOhQt2ScDHmtdzpZlMdi6xZh4deIsxph44YfyPiNw5Dhg-sdLA/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is what we settled on. Special flavored biscuits because a Milk-Bone guy, so he will most likely eat them. The wild cuts for his actual birthday meals because they are real chunks of meat in gravy and not just a pete'. Then cupcakes and pie are the real cookie treats that he does eat on occassion. And finally the ties that go on his collar. Happy Golden 12th birthday to my dog Socks! April 12th is his actual birthday! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZss9ACtaKOc2qr_O_99VMIDoJhsQ94TGL1sP2WzyuEqHY5JIGoEfKiB3U7Y9nBzwI0sZUQLqZf2gzTaplnCF_8Ik9EVZvejP0t3UwajxKh2ZzoZE8_rUPIkLv1XUqTUg0CL_KNao39BWkLja37nhV1gqAgib_D2wy8gKew-1ZJ2xdBdtrj6ypdA/s3520/IMG_1922.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZss9ACtaKOc2qr_O_99VMIDoJhsQ94TGL1sP2WzyuEqHY5JIGoEfKiB3U7Y9nBzwI0sZUQLqZf2gzTaplnCF_8Ik9EVZvejP0t3UwajxKh2ZzoZE8_rUPIkLv1XUqTUg0CL_KNao39BWkLja37nhV1gqAgib_D2wy8gKew-1ZJ2xdBdtrj6ypdA/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He might not want a real bone, but he'll eat McDonald's french fries from his favorite girl in his favorite spot in the whole house. Socks is very loved and very spoiled. He sleeps here every single night with her.Adorable.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxq0AxeXTV0fChmTmPPiN4Gejh8oKhr9EbAmqjTt0STghyFht11MqYBP6g9WmMPfHNK3PRkfW--fI59z31P8g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUYHhTVwfFiIr_r64dFJp_sgCDVl69cuLX_xAHVeAKCrZA2JydtGyraRsNUwu4yEz506AE-eI_baS9TBbjkEvdiwZJdNn6Mjs0cy61vOxCKVpAcA8YMvO_q0h4bjE7lOuT7xRKGQ14SbvfSC0Uh-6JeCHipeZw8-9gAv6JwTkLUaJ7Dli4ay01w/s4032/IMG_1925.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNUYHhTVwfFiIr_r64dFJp_sgCDVl69cuLX_xAHVeAKCrZA2JydtGyraRsNUwu4yEz506AE-eI_baS9TBbjkEvdiwZJdNn6Mjs0cy61vOxCKVpAcA8YMvO_q0h4bjE7lOuT7xRKGQ14SbvfSC0Uh-6JeCHipeZw8-9gAv6JwTkLUaJ7Dli4ay01w/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We finally figured out my profile on the PS5 so I'm linked to the internet now and we can use Amazon on it again. That's a good and bad thing. It's good because I can find for them to watch on my computer or phone and then they can find it from my history and watch it. The bad thing is that I like to watch well, different things that might make them scared. So we'll see. Abishai is watching is guy named Brandon Whitten Fun and he has these cool videos to takes about his Grogu doll. And it's usually 30-60 seconds.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4YkNr8P6K9WRhvInDN6LEfpVmYFYHh-8BZDZCTR6A-11bwtK9uhATABN4WJXsWGzmhxFyJD8wGTFaVeGR--QNFk_Rbl6b_anw4q2tTVQW8RS7TNkfzWXEJ21_qxd_zBjnZxgma8jISPVTHs8qTaGk3t-ZzAyvc-0pjDw787EdUzMtLqvCuAZcw/s4032/IMG_1927.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4YkNr8P6K9WRhvInDN6LEfpVmYFYHh-8BZDZCTR6A-11bwtK9uhATABN4WJXsWGzmhxFyJD8wGTFaVeGR--QNFk_Rbl6b_anw4q2tTVQW8RS7TNkfzWXEJ21_qxd_zBjnZxgma8jISPVTHs8qTaGk3t-ZzAyvc-0pjDw787EdUzMtLqvCuAZcw/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was my turn to take Abishai to Tang Soo Do. He does well when he's focused on his turn and what he's doing. But when he's standing in line, he is chatting and goofing off. It's going to be awhile before we get him to focus. But I think it's still going to be good for him. Since we have been struggling a lot at home with school and general disobedience, and it's out of his control, I'm going to make an appointment to go see the pediatrician about ADHD. It doesn't hurt to ask. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvk0ZrGcDiaarCI9s-Vr1J7aqr3FA23Emkb0J7Bbn-vJVrap2Z1saPGMyuFdGS3t6jeBNhZaRn9h2RD_EWk0Z4H8ovkcATGhbf9muz1_66ipGjsdP0-eWgN_ZOcEgjzq0w6kfkKg6f0n6w13x5M87c6x4Yzl55Ox0GnA2LSXmo8toHMSpX_qygw/s4032/IMG_1929.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifvk0ZrGcDiaarCI9s-Vr1J7aqr3FA23Emkb0J7Bbn-vJVrap2Z1saPGMyuFdGS3t6jeBNhZaRn9h2RD_EWk0Z4H8ovkcATGhbf9muz1_66ipGjsdP0-eWgN_ZOcEgjzq0w6kfkKg6f0n6w13x5M87c6x4Yzl55Ox0GnA2LSXmo8toHMSpX_qygw/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai gets his legs way up there despite his size.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkgAlMtY3iGeeQyMKkSGXlnFqAohnZVM6eu0QkmwJkHldGU3-gunFP8TLUnbBqTwW1oXLRv8BQoA1oGJ_DIBd7CB5jXJ4E_x_ZyuRZIYspzA4403Bdn4aHA2Cpf_LH8Y5Od-COpz1pw42Z9Ldoljs7WgvQKvnVustFgcmvRvwR2SHJO4sJWhX8A/s4032/IMG_1931.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkgAlMtY3iGeeQyMKkSGXlnFqAohnZVM6eu0QkmwJkHldGU3-gunFP8TLUnbBqTwW1oXLRv8BQoA1oGJ_DIBd7CB5jXJ4E_x_ZyuRZIYspzA4403Bdn4aHA2Cpf_LH8Y5Od-COpz1pw42Z9Ldoljs7WgvQKvnVustFgcmvRvwR2SHJO4sJWhX8A/s320/IMG_1931.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have to make the traditional Jello-O eggs of course!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl8sAVw1j-R_iAss691r5db90DELARe_BHrMjkOeg3l2vwTCSe5T3tY70VQjYyBK9-cFQaBUEYtn-i3b9KvSg4cIsu3YbDG2DFU8Oa0hdOTXMDyvilRwve4WzAvLK-YAWu7UXY58dhAEJpdgQWcHaGoUhHI772EBR2rFKnbopCDbrPoSV7INI9g/s4032/IMG_1933.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRl8sAVw1j-R_iAss691r5db90DELARe_BHrMjkOeg3l2vwTCSe5T3tY70VQjYyBK9-cFQaBUEYtn-i3b9KvSg4cIsu3YbDG2DFU8Oa0hdOTXMDyvilRwve4WzAvLK-YAWu7UXY58dhAEJpdgQWcHaGoUhHI772EBR2rFKnbopCDbrPoSV7INI9g/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A fun treat. An online concert/fundraiser For King and Country did this evening. Abishai knew some of the lyrics because I've been playing it in the car. I know it was prerecorded and they said they were in a certain desert, too. 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text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyf44pZ1VUu6_TOBtSn8tvUnxj7qT4nS72io0ERApVWfmNtpbhQbYPKFdztDsYNArjNjv63Djbgs7i4OoJkKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx-CztpByjq1UKB2fP6_rEJoUbcAWZVtaSUGuHQBqKoGg3sKAATsn3TSKVUUGMql1lV8aIz161woi_aNgDd7w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyiup0kW7o5_Olq6iGWdPiEKggU8qKESFUK4JzfRuAzZrnEjTpDl5MVpmugdlFwD96_8DsJf4w0anHiEFAirQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p>Friday - </p><p>- I had intentions of doing history with Keturah and Abishai today but I wanted to go over a blog post I'm working on for the IAHE before I sent it off, so I focused on it. And that turned into making sure all my email was up to date and so forth, so, no history got done. Keturah and Justin did do their homework, though. But it was our last official gym day and we always leave at noon, which cuts into our lunch hour so Friday mornings have been difficult to squeeze any work into. Oh well, I got the post done and that's all that matters today at least. Grandma and Grandpa were unimpressed that Abishai had two days "off" of school this week. They still don't understand by "off" I mean that he didn't do any paperwork. Of course he still learned other stuff like how to socialize and he learns tons on the other days. Duh. They just can't wrap their heads around the way we operate, even after 15 years of it. SMH.</p><p>- I don't try to explain it to them anymore either. I don't even know why I said it that way. We just didn't do any math or language art papers. Abishai has been reading books on his own every day. That counts toward school time. And we talked about weather a lot this week on our car rides. And I talked about the robins we saw at gym day today, that's science. He's reading his whole Bible story to you for Bible class, is that not enough for you? I think that's plenty enough. Can you not rejoice in that? Sometimes I think they've lost touch with what school could be. So we'll keep soldering on as normal. I know where my kids are at. They are very smart, thank you. And they will remember their schooling for a lot longer than any of their peers. Plus they will have common sense and manners. And Bible knowledge to boot. Oh and thinking skills and discernment. So, I'm a happy mama. They just don't know why Abishai can't memorize the books of the Bible like Benaiah did. Well, because the kid has ADHD and looks up at the wall every 2 seconds ok? There's nothing I can do about that. So never mind. I'll just get the diagnosis, put him on meds and we'll just see how much better he'll do. Then you might believe me. Although, they still aren't so sure about Justin's diagnosis either. Or mine. Sigh.</p><p>- So, after granola bars for lunch, we went to gym day. It was the usual suspects, but we had our usual conversations aplenty. There's definitely comfort in that. Being with my people. They know and see our progress. They celebrate our successes. Like celebrating when a husband finally hires a person to install a light fixture that is up two stories. Or when a daughter has become a social butterfly after a change in social circles. And they bolster us up when we struggle and offer suggestions. My people. It doesn't matter how many times a week we see each other, we always have more to say to each other. </p><p>- After gym day, we had quiet time. I did nothing but listen to my Bible and play on my phone. Then it was time for dinner at Gary and Leah (thus the conversations up above.) At least I got to say hi to Benaiah before he went out for date night. He was so excited to say he, with Grandpa's mileage points as a birthday gift, got his planet ticket and hotel, and conference tickets all settled for that e-games conference in Texas on his birthday weekend. My baby is going away for a big boy weekend! Am I sad or scared? Um, a tiny bit. But at the same time, have you seen my kid? Who is going to mess with him?! Um, nobody. He can navigate anything at this point. He's going to be 20. I navigated airports by myself at age 17. I was scared stiff, but I did it. All 97 lbs of me. So no, I know he'll be fine. We've been in and out of airports and hotels so many times in his life that we are all pros at it now. And he'll be with Chase. And Chase's relatives live there or 3 hrs from where they will be at, so all is well there I think. And I'm sure we know someone who knows someone who knows someone. And it's Texas. It's a good state. Oh man, now my mind is starting to race at what could happen. Uh oh. Nope, go back to when I was his age. Oh yeah, that's right. I got married at age 20. Yup, he'll be fine. I was mature enough I think. I was naive, but I figured it out ok. He will, too. He already has. He made all these decisions on his own. Yup. It's insane that Benaiah is this old already. 20. Two decades. I was this old when I got married. Oh....my......goodness.....SMH</p><p>- Jared and I came home by ourselves after dinner and the kids stayed back to play nerts with Grandpa and Yahtzee with Grandma. Grandpa and Keturah smoked Justin and Kya at Nerts despite Grandpa trying to go slower for Kya's sake. Whoops. But at least Kya has been initiated into the Nerts club. Lol. Can't go wrong with that. Although Jared and I don't play. I do know how, but it's been a really long time. But now she knows NOT to play against Gary, lol. Gary then brought them back here for us.</p><p>- And that's the end of the day. The weekend should be pretty normal. I've got a newsletter to work on. Jared has to finishing correcting papers for that class Gary did. Maybe I'll do some history lessons. Justin should do some homework. Keturah should read. Abishai will putter. And away we go. It's going to be really cold and maybe even a little bit snowy! So much for spring! The boys refuse to put shorts on again. Abishai keeps claiming he's Canadian and then just dons a coat over summer clothes. I refuse to put on my winter coat again. </p><p>- And then there's Justin. Oh Justin, my Justin. He's good for a laugh and he doesn't even know it. He makes Kya laugh, and he annoys her almost to her breaking point and he doesn't know it. And then I hear, "Don't spit in my eye!" Justin! What in the world did you just do? And Justin, stop showing her those memes that don't make any sense! They are NOT earning you any brownie points! I think he does it just to get a rise out of her, but in reality, she will break at some point and she's going to be really mad and it's not going to be cute. How do I know? Because she's similar to me. And I think what he's doing is cute, but I have my limits. And I'm going to go punch him myself. And then he goes into the fridge and yells, "OOOOO, Jello eggs!" and freaks Kya out. And for the last 30 minutes there's been this back and forth tom foolery between the two of them that sound similar to Benaiah and Ava and yet vastly different. It's the most wonderful thing to hear actually. It makes me smile from ear to ear. The innocence of teenagers developing a relationship and having fun together. The little bit of awkwardness and yet arguing like old married people. They are so adorable. And it makes me so so happy! I know they are super, super young still, but sitting in the here and now and listening to the joy and innocence. </p><p>-Ah, hope. I hear hope for the future. I hear new beginnings. Whatever the future holds, it doesn't matter. The here and now, in this moment, is good, because there is laughter, and I have happy tears in my eyes because I have these two in my kitchen. And I have my 20 year old out with his girl of 3 years on their date night and I know how solid of a foundation their relationship was built on and how consistent they are with date night and communication and saving money and staying faithful to God and each other. Man, God and us and these girls' parents, we've done this parenting thing well. And it makes my heart happy. Oh so happy. There's so much more work to do. But we can see some of the fruits now. And it spurs me on to keep going. We can do this. It's worth it. It's why I pour my whole being into what I do. I don't want to do anything else in the whole wide world. I don't want to be a vet. I don't want to be an astronaut. I don't want to be an astronaut. I want to be a mom. I want to be their mom and their mentor and their teacher. And I want to help other parents do the same. This is my calling. This is my life. Nothing else matters to me. Nothing. I honor God, I am doing God's will for my life, with what I'm doing. This is my calling. It's not an education choice. It's a lifestyle choice. Discipleship is for life.</p><p>- Abishai's surprise video of the day. I didn't think he had had a chance to mess with my phone this morning, but apparently he did. I must have dozed off for 30 seconds. Gotta love these fun surprises when I go to load up photos and videos. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjLaSim1pabWuMNGJPL0lRgQbhs8U3Tt69YPkHg3UMEYVmfOCFUd_DQ4YKu10HZc5uGW9NJ5ulzAze6_mNSQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dySQENEEeJ9Da2QSCVBHIsVrD6HuqmjPf8MN2ZgFWo8WR0lhbEL8X2k-0ov2cSf-YFDReTroA_q2xv1gfzUww' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinb79dOX40Sz_R2f6kkCuub7S0nUHR3HUHOekRpQQBtXg1YUCPNbz0ieEP4ySzGCO7REKyadCCxpd2gVPH_BmHCQEBG9B8u0bL17E-NgyR-Ti3B0kROpldKI2FyOk_9vCifAUfAFMUvS71m7jdXhVJwDTSoq0NpJybhU2iB5mSKXDC8gVgHxw_ig/s3520/IMG_1952.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinb79dOX40Sz_R2f6kkCuub7S0nUHR3HUHOekRpQQBtXg1YUCPNbz0ieEP4ySzGCO7REKyadCCxpd2gVPH_BmHCQEBG9B8u0bL17E-NgyR-Ti3B0kROpldKI2FyOk_9vCifAUfAFMUvS71m7jdXhVJwDTSoq0NpJybhU2iB5mSKXDC8gVgHxw_ig/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah! Abishai pulled out the pegboard and started to work on it all by himself! It's great for fine motor skills. And he can do it during read alouds! Who knew he would be the one to finally be interested in it?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkyb4vu9ZgF5AqMFhqYZCs6RemtZk2WwkcrM9kLKzuZe2VogeZAtFOnMFEC5ltTE_8BGq_mrzeOVYBKzMZnaOKpABdv8kMjnkDKz_v7COfuhzwagDzhAwbWpVtfnxWlOkjTYCjjwNjWPIA_m3FXj8R9HMXU-1gOXYtUAsmX836mD8jdubiMUIwA/s4032/IMG_1954.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmkyb4vu9ZgF5AqMFhqYZCs6RemtZk2WwkcrM9kLKzuZe2VogeZAtFOnMFEC5ltTE_8BGq_mrzeOVYBKzMZnaOKpABdv8kMjnkDKz_v7COfuhzwagDzhAwbWpVtfnxWlOkjTYCjjwNjWPIA_m3FXj8R9HMXU-1gOXYtUAsmX836mD8jdubiMUIwA/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See, Mom, I did these this way, and those that way. Exactly! It takes a brain like this to make patterns. He thinks like me sometimes. I would make patterns, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV-HWCbilCcvL6sZILLlj70p5JQqxgSNIZAxoXVaO90rgtlf7m_vC5KhCxknYK6gNNRfLnXJaeWw6DW25N6NzPeg86WyeCed-yVtf4cXVItI-WV1VX93eKGDRrBC6hnFkW-qvWCFHUTotWrUQbBFJuWuUzP7uYmdX6XLzv-YzcI8_nzY8vwgPqA/s4032/IMG_1956.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqV-HWCbilCcvL6sZILLlj70p5JQqxgSNIZAxoXVaO90rgtlf7m_vC5KhCxknYK6gNNRfLnXJaeWw6DW25N6NzPeg86WyeCed-yVtf4cXVItI-WV1VX93eKGDRrBC6hnFkW-qvWCFHUTotWrUQbBFJuWuUzP7uYmdX6XLzv-YzcI8_nzY8vwgPqA/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go to gym day they said. Sit and not actually run around they did. So what was the point? We could have just met at a coffee shop or something. Oh well. That's what happens when your kids grow up. They still get along ok. Abishai was bored but this group really isn't for him anymore. He needs a different group and I can't provide that for him at the moment. Next year perhaps we can get into a nature hike one with younger kids.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGTYD3blobqiRvSF1_Jwd2h2Bpn26EPCVZmFbG8T55YFB77XvBhrnXk5atsdNMwGqj2zwwBqHZWc6PQvYHmv7LFj_gwToyk2hUNXrZCjdAaD5rr8bn2y6D8njMbOF0B9QTKDPVWH9jVNOZeq-5U-HOTZ9NUre7JwVQDtxZXpLnCS_fe3FPyxGhQ/s4032/IMG_1958.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGTYD3blobqiRvSF1_Jwd2h2Bpn26EPCVZmFbG8T55YFB77XvBhrnXk5atsdNMwGqj2zwwBqHZWc6PQvYHmv7LFj_gwToyk2hUNXrZCjdAaD5rr8bn2y6D8njMbOF0B9QTKDPVWH9jVNOZeq-5U-HOTZ9NUre7JwVQDtxZXpLnCS_fe3FPyxGhQ/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom, look! Birds! There were multiple red breasted Daddy robins right outside the window, so we had a mini science lesson about how the Daddy Robins have the bright red bellies and how the mommies have duller tummies so they can camouflage when they take care of the babies near the nest. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid321OeGkn9uyKh6Z0cUyKWdDVdYKli5OF_6Cdck46TXgoatRtO-48WVuoJ3EGwaPCHlHqgED1DGJ-VRMbEp5IedVgt1nNbihKSVq1r9vA_b2aBjo0-IZzmekRCrVnmXTmRW7_t_08f1UpJIeohpCJBcyJg2KpSMsDVWgJgflzjVxUiZ7sxlPM-w/s4032/IMG_1959.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid321OeGkn9uyKh6Z0cUyKWdDVdYKli5OF_6Cdck46TXgoatRtO-48WVuoJ3EGwaPCHlHqgED1DGJ-VRMbEp5IedVgt1nNbihKSVq1r9vA_b2aBjo0-IZzmekRCrVnmXTmRW7_t_08f1UpJIeohpCJBcyJg2KpSMsDVWgJgflzjVxUiZ7sxlPM-w/s320/IMG_1959.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nice, rounded, male robin. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU0hZD9Nvh9BlqldvxVBM14dA4aaOFP3XGwOomOMvGwjaZqJhr7-2nCXqB1MCh7lgwWQRYEPnPhaMgTEdjG-DaW84OCqIKAnqUKXnQbdn_SY82ilqicJqHi9cSpj2PxWzrEzYb8EAX_4YHP0pdw29524C1xRXR-bL2GOTK_qdzZlSJPvN3Kq07Q/s4032/IMG_1960.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWU0hZD9Nvh9BlqldvxVBM14dA4aaOFP3XGwOomOMvGwjaZqJhr7-2nCXqB1MCh7lgwWQRYEPnPhaMgTEdjG-DaW84OCqIKAnqUKXnQbdn_SY82ilqicJqHi9cSpj2PxWzrEzYb8EAX_4YHP0pdw29524C1xRXR-bL2GOTK_qdzZlSJPvN3Kq07Q/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking directly right at us.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5kTMP1mZHP7snYtjvBVKKHFRaMtoeNgxGWO5PxiFiRmf-Tezb_tmmA8_SlMOqE-4BR4X8AFMb5Myo2CiZQ_dN1Uaf2ksvzxnmj4A4mCV71p0Dk_gXdYRAMI8EiynjN0Hu3BvvBNdZ8NmzoXVWpHCQ7e3Nu3MRo_NXoaciGvgkFfkgNL7_qn9ZA/s4032/IMG_1962.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM5kTMP1mZHP7snYtjvBVKKHFRaMtoeNgxGWO5PxiFiRmf-Tezb_tmmA8_SlMOqE-4BR4X8AFMb5Myo2CiZQ_dN1Uaf2ksvzxnmj4A4mCV71p0Dk_gXdYRAMI8EiynjN0Hu3BvvBNdZ8NmzoXVWpHCQ7e3Nu3MRo_NXoaciGvgkFfkgNL7_qn9ZA/s320/IMG_1962.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hi, Mr. Robin. Nice to meet you!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WLGHp6C_RskxNu6A9pTNO6SmMI2tK77pGitbL0pU2KNyKgvDr9_3s1D-8HmCA2GVXKCB9yyKgTVqaJKxtfNDTYpAdxHPs3Y7mo98VYGnqfe6XaDZUcff8N-iamm90kPbLBv2EKoumgxpycgsxmRNuajkn0RTJEVM-vwltyByBAGOb64HLhYhQA/s4032/IMG_1965.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3WLGHp6C_RskxNu6A9pTNO6SmMI2tK77pGitbL0pU2KNyKgvDr9_3s1D-8HmCA2GVXKCB9yyKgTVqaJKxtfNDTYpAdxHPs3Y7mo98VYGnqfe6XaDZUcff8N-iamm90kPbLBv2EKoumgxpycgsxmRNuajkn0RTJEVM-vwltyByBAGOb64HLhYhQA/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And a wintry mix storm is on us. Will it be rain/snow/hail/freezing rain? We don't know, but the wind has picked up something fierce and the temperatures have dropped significantly. Brrr....These could be tiny hail balls or just freezing rain. It's hard to tell. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - Cuddles</p><p>- Lots and lots of cuddles with Abishai and Jared to start the day. And then lots of messes from the little guy because he wanted and needed to play par cor across the couch cushions. It's beastly cold outside today, like the wind is bitter cold like it's the middle of winter cold. In fact, the wind the last few days has knocked the bat box off of it's pole! So I don't think anyone is in the mood to leave the house today. But at least Keturah and I have already have our showers today. I just want to go snuggle up under a blanket and sleep. But alas, it's IAHE newsletter day. I had to catch up this blog fist. And Jared won't let me turn up the heat so I'm freezing. I think it's time for some coffee. The other kids are tucked in their beds hopefully reading for school or playing on their phones. I think I might move my mother's green bookcase out of Keturah's room and put it behind my desk to store some things that are on the floor and create some vertical storage. The area behind my desk is like a closet anyway. That was the intention in the first place. But I have to get up because I'm sleepy.</p><p>- I didn't get to the newsletter today, but I did move a bookcase out of Keturah's room to behind my desk and created some vertical storage. So now I can get some arts and crafts supplies out for the kids better. But I think there's going to be some more revamping of those supplies in the coming days and I might even insist on getting my rolling carts back from Keturah for those supplies instead. Like before she goes to New Orleans on Spring Break. She took them over for her Legos and I was not pleased. I'm not sure what she did with the boxes I got her the other day, so I think we'll be haggling and negotiating over the next few days. Jared did say he wanted to get rid of the cardboard boxes in our room during that vacation week so I think we can safely narrow down working on the rest of the misc. boxes in our room which also includes the bathroom stuff under the sink. I think I can accomplish that during that week. And I would like to, as well as my summer and winter clothes, which is partly why there's a slight mess in my room at the moment. So, some minor cleanouts that are reasonable. He also indicated he has plans for Justin, himself and I on Wednesday of that week, so I think that's fun. We have a total of 6 1/2 days so we'll see.</p><p>- For the rest of today, I did that little bookcase project, and I helped Justin clean up his corner in his room because he whined he couldn't do it himself. It only took 5 minutes for me to ask him what to do with each item and it was done. He's exactly like me in that he needs someone to just come in and ask him the questions and stop me from making the excuses. It takes more time to make the excuse than it does to do the thing. Just do the thing. </p><p>- Then I rested and Jared took Keturah and Abishai to a few stores because they had already been on the screen a lot today. It was super, duper cold and they also saw snowflakes! So I have heaters going, Jared had a fire going, and I put on Christmas pjs. Indiana is very confused on it's weather! And this is why I haven't made the clothing switch yet. </p><p>- We actually ate dinner altogether for once! We still had teens that immediately left the table, but hey, at least we got to see each other's faces for a little bit. Then Abishai was off for a quick bath before watching some more Star Wars. The others and I had had our showers earlier in the day for once. Yeah! </p><p>- So it's been a good day, but I'm tired. I need to tackle that newsletter ASAP. But first, I have to find out what went wrong on the taxes and why they were sent back to me for Indiana taxes. Hm,.....Fun times.<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9y2H1ybpKn8khHgznnAhL7NIl4ZHADQ_z1AtWbiA5TN8SglMvRM0xGJ6PiRmpZOQ-fOfF2FSdBsK93hJIUzfOvzgNm8hnCQhnImlfdZRkc1b0vmvL21div9Fg3gvdsYVxH1JiiblqXrQZfbLFit5dIyl-uIoHNR2dsvIyX3qWIdpL58QQk7gjA/s1792/IMG_1966.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9y2H1ybpKn8khHgznnAhL7NIl4ZHADQ_z1AtWbiA5TN8SglMvRM0xGJ6PiRmpZOQ-fOfF2FSdBsK93hJIUzfOvzgNm8hnCQhnImlfdZRkc1b0vmvL21div9Fg3gvdsYVxH1JiiblqXrQZfbLFit5dIyl-uIoHNR2dsvIyX3qWIdpL58QQk7gjA/w296-h640/IMG_1966.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It definitely was severe for awhile.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHvKyiT1vW3iweYnynoNroOVLk2gNMrcj7TdAOPT3Yzk0xT9Op2kA2v9c8KSKg2UaHYvJPT4SLuqJZ-1Ar7_2AdPa3rUAjGsUR_xX-7G51niqOMc9maKTtkkOwVPuOc6NFdhn-ReSxMtvDEdNZGNPZSJtNWhYj8h7MujO6wiZKVFTA96rwN6J8Q/s1792/IMG_1967.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHvKyiT1vW3iweYnynoNroOVLk2gNMrcj7TdAOPT3Yzk0xT9Op2kA2v9c8KSKg2UaHYvJPT4SLuqJZ-1Ar7_2AdPa3rUAjGsUR_xX-7G51niqOMc9maKTtkkOwVPuOc6NFdhn-ReSxMtvDEdNZGNPZSJtNWhYj8h7MujO6wiZKVFTA96rwN6J8Q/w296-h640/IMG_1967.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's been very gusty all evening last night into all day today. Are we back into winter? Yuck!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1OLDWXL5n3rxrRnVyr6YHtm_ZRWhMb80_QP7cVNEtND9E1behP-LtBxeo8MFQLzuIXYPr7LCkm5dk9iHYAOdEIGEhQ3Vt_oHG0y97joCn1MC4eZHT5kT9cDyofs_Wduf4HkB2JqqZQ94p3D-etDN7rKOoTJ3qxc7xbwqvG-NiX6v3YGGYb9bjw/s1792/IMG_1968.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1OLDWXL5n3rxrRnVyr6YHtm_ZRWhMb80_QP7cVNEtND9E1behP-LtBxeo8MFQLzuIXYPr7LCkm5dk9iHYAOdEIGEhQ3Vt_oHG0y97joCn1MC4eZHT5kT9cDyofs_Wduf4HkB2JqqZQ94p3D-etDN7rKOoTJ3qxc7xbwqvG-NiX6v3YGGYb9bjw/w296-h640/IMG_1968.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">North part of the city did see some snow actually. And the bat box got knocked down. Jared is trying to fix it today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB0Fm23JXIDZppEZJKudmN60d6_aYIJI-TYhoXdZ0elyhNMojcqGoWxFpdNwr4HV_mfJ9Np_SH0FxfCVtGIvNjJUzmjGpllL8i6XaU4qO_nIW0uAnVUil1Eip_IJuPW5hCHNim5NB4Rhd5I9-MBmbamMpDg2HEdF9cZppc-Z6Ss2ozCZxC-NSHg/s3088/IMG_1969.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizB0Fm23JXIDZppEZJKudmN60d6_aYIJI-TYhoXdZ0elyhNMojcqGoWxFpdNwr4HV_mfJ9Np_SH0FxfCVtGIvNjJUzmjGpllL8i6XaU4qO_nIW0uAnVUil1Eip_IJuPW5hCHNim5NB4Rhd5I9-MBmbamMpDg2HEdF9cZppc-Z6Ss2ozCZxC-NSHg/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai! I thought I was on top of it this morning and caught him before he took any photos! Brat! He put the phone under the covers for literally ONE SECOND! Ugh!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Xex_fuH5Qjr8iQ73HkkxFQknFaM9hFmiQ7QmOyIMjcRyfZMyPw7MckHQDlZaW9AyqNdz9Vxuplz1zPtdpFhIBwZoHH5_r5QpLDvMv235c0Sw0VIuZwE-IPpv9voc8qHVzDCWpkMTA-g8lb3iylsRdfQzezMHK7EEMLwZRafP_nGYDQHUwlS17w/s4030/IMG_1970.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4030" data-original-width="1680" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Xex_fuH5Qjr8iQ73HkkxFQknFaM9hFmiQ7QmOyIMjcRyfZMyPw7MckHQDlZaW9AyqNdz9Vxuplz1zPtdpFhIBwZoHH5_r5QpLDvMv235c0Sw0VIuZwE-IPpv9voc8qHVzDCWpkMTA-g8lb3iylsRdfQzezMHK7EEMLwZRafP_nGYDQHUwlS17w/s320/IMG_1970.JPG" width="133" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks, bruh, an undercover photo. Just thanks.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlISWRF5U5j88NAu8bTSAZq4kDSswyQ2grDbRVzmnbgfbDCjG3EBr6x2Zc3AHWILmKBGpqhygqh3UUsgupFuDg0iybui0bvrNpQTrSOqgBhqRLXoTfZ0woc0I1MNS-nQiImM-wWCRc1w3DINoar11Yi31EF3HQTzEhMBfvQBqeAR2zX-POwNMfDQ/s1792/IMG_1971.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlISWRF5U5j88NAu8bTSAZq4kDSswyQ2grDbRVzmnbgfbDCjG3EBr6x2Zc3AHWILmKBGpqhygqh3UUsgupFuDg0iybui0bvrNpQTrSOqgBhqRLXoTfZ0woc0I1MNS-nQiImM-wWCRc1w3DINoar11Yi31EF3HQTzEhMBfvQBqeAR2zX-POwNMfDQ/w296-h640/IMG_1971.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Disgusting. And don't think this isn't in your school. It is. It might be more subtle. But it is. But as I commented on a post about this, yes, homeschool your children so they are safe right now, but also, be involved locally so that you can save other children from this crap. So many parents are still very naive. Stand up for all children and for the teachers who don't want this in their classrooms but must do it or they get fired. And pray that they do stand up for themselves or find ways to not teach it or something. But VOTE in better school board leaders. Go to public meetings. Don't just hide in your own homes with your own children. Your children will have to interact with their children someday. So those children still matter, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyzu8sxYkTju_5XEtviEjotVs8e7p2T2gn8ORb1gKnvy1zXRzVDunGwmf9a7CdDyAAT_anQstCiBo3KqE3fzflgynQvHwi3UI4Hc9CkJv-UawmPOc7H1QeT0Z5gwsnujrYTUQ2NvFM1tOoEk27fsAoGp6YfqL_eVkXiie5m_XwtWyfaxUMsPS5g/s3520/IMG_1973.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPyzu8sxYkTju_5XEtviEjotVs8e7p2T2gn8ORb1gKnvy1zXRzVDunGwmf9a7CdDyAAT_anQstCiBo3KqE3fzflgynQvHwi3UI4Hc9CkJv-UawmPOc7H1QeT0Z5gwsnujrYTUQ2NvFM1tOoEk27fsAoGp6YfqL_eVkXiie5m_XwtWyfaxUMsPS5g/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the Jell-O egg is going and going....<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r38oGI7xG7FFmqhOmwwvRt_yJMjS9iMPtdCBGiPW6f6Hdjyj2D6-e0cc-I4KzBPQIWdTxSy6E-9sPQxJpGy8hBLbtKlVHrVpvC8WVR1NLm4KP8xOZTAcVmtRqtgpIPeISxiSCSTsGsYcBguwVLz_6tdJRsX6XAiOwukvjiKTQF7FC-N97p-01A/s3520/IMG_1974.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7r38oGI7xG7FFmqhOmwwvRt_yJMjS9iMPtdCBGiPW6f6Hdjyj2D6-e0cc-I4KzBPQIWdTxSy6E-9sPQxJpGy8hBLbtKlVHrVpvC8WVR1NLm4KP8xOZTAcVmtRqtgpIPeISxiSCSTsGsYcBguwVLz_6tdJRsX6XAiOwukvjiKTQF7FC-N97p-01A/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And it's gone!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy7_nHrdDVGOUCVMwbsb8iTy91rw-cxF1NOcu5Zv5768G5_ilh_C7uMqCJMHcqnHCc98Zb4qBOMw3zREktjDQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEU3tuhkzwr-KHbSGwvOHFjOk0TOQKGiOKblvKLVX1V-WsrPrpw-mgeqUe6l5a_YDDJGmCcgOHgFczA-FEAWPIMwv6LRcVEZRtiSi0TrIrP4m_cyA-el1emA4JxbG-ZTp5T7_w5ABoxSYYhq6KDdORTqjB8Y1rWH2WpbWaIovEgtJrRixVezGnQ/s4032/IMG_1976.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEU3tuhkzwr-KHbSGwvOHFjOk0TOQKGiOKblvKLVX1V-WsrPrpw-mgeqUe6l5a_YDDJGmCcgOHgFczA-FEAWPIMwv6LRcVEZRtiSi0TrIrP4m_cyA-el1emA4JxbG-ZTp5T7_w5ABoxSYYhq6KDdORTqjB8Y1rWH2WpbWaIovEgtJrRixVezGnQ/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai figured out a new geometric shape today, the hexagon. Very good! And duly noted that he is a very tactile leraner.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-14j2e21PwCAR_n5yT84kLTB7jgeqCb0fSyIEhRJAFKvxMhZKE2gw0vwYCD6AkSpw_uZzTlk8WTKrx-MRNdvdaKdoIM0hNDOeg0SAtA9GNxgSxhewLP7ACCB9UhV2ybyXTFxkJZc8h6O_v99o_Ky0dAV1BUXI62vF1MUYuiexwZL0m4uHmibZA/s4032/IMG_1977.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-14j2e21PwCAR_n5yT84kLTB7jgeqCb0fSyIEhRJAFKvxMhZKE2gw0vwYCD6AkSpw_uZzTlk8WTKrx-MRNdvdaKdoIM0hNDOeg0SAtA9GNxgSxhewLP7ACCB9UhV2ybyXTFxkJZc8h6O_v99o_Ky0dAV1BUXI62vF1MUYuiexwZL0m4uHmibZA/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was so cold and wintry outside, that it was blankie fort making day inside. I didn't get the memo though until it was too late.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxtvc8590huCxbJ2oS0nFBSUYS3Ew95cRuoqlFWUCl5-vZAlUKkwuzcE839I2WgcuvfjQcGmqBMu2VPQdP3Ph7qJ_YNh0F4OkQrWZGpH_bI7p8qhdbBoZh6EjJTbEspvuwk4xNJfoQRVgzN0eYcsgoAmH2gYl5ADjvB0HuHkmkG2W-UK3QbE95A/s4032/IMG_1978.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLxtvc8590huCxbJ2oS0nFBSUYS3Ew95cRuoqlFWUCl5-vZAlUKkwuzcE839I2WgcuvfjQcGmqBMu2VPQdP3Ph7qJ_YNh0F4OkQrWZGpH_bI7p8qhdbBoZh6EjJTbEspvuwk4xNJfoQRVgzN0eYcsgoAmH2gYl5ADjvB0HuHkmkG2W-UK3QbE95A/s320/IMG_1978.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Justin's bed. And I would do this ALL the time so I would have some privacy. When you shared a small bedroom with two sisters, you have to do what you have to do.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn5lJy09nkM6WdHjXJxvPyAGA_OgaXURt52kloUno2Er42wGBXP9Zt_ihG4aV9m2TTVt0qG6MvPQ61j3dX4jhvcCINuwTdTkJyJJtrOnMqbwiOsNrX_WJuoaqTN7a2qanYyPJyis4UaA_g0XxXQrBWqqPSCyr6Wm4qdmF5WZln46qvD5SUFOMqQ/s4032/IMG_1979.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn5lJy09nkM6WdHjXJxvPyAGA_OgaXURt52kloUno2Er42wGBXP9Zt_ihG4aV9m2TTVt0qG6MvPQ61j3dX4jhvcCINuwTdTkJyJJtrOnMqbwiOsNrX_WJuoaqTN7a2qanYyPJyis4UaA_g0XxXQrBWqqPSCyr6Wm4qdmF5WZln46qvD5SUFOMqQ/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah did it, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdAtrly8tSlvDQ5ZTQ4YyJ-yEopFhRp3x7GiBG5xvBYGQqbwY6lHpiWOUD6Tz6KgmAuB3a2UbToBfhAQn86VjGfuFEaMuIFeYgySng6FKq-g7o6Ta68_8Zzm-BX34LEPE8Hh_vBlCNDnqCZYtvGPj1WglFnuM0PMmEeaXUViD6wDbecDygveZ2Q/s1792/IMG_1980.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdAtrly8tSlvDQ5ZTQ4YyJ-yEopFhRp3x7GiBG5xvBYGQqbwY6lHpiWOUD6Tz6KgmAuB3a2UbToBfhAQn86VjGfuFEaMuIFeYgySng6FKq-g7o6Ta68_8Zzm-BX34LEPE8Hh_vBlCNDnqCZYtvGPj1WglFnuM0PMmEeaXUViD6wDbecDygveZ2Q/w296-h640/IMG_1980.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Canada, you can have your weather back now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCTKeFHP8WROKImgDi8jJoqgL50KsvEqMUN7nmvqAht8uO7cdqAS4fjNPzVTN9ZoPhYWJvwQDsyxq7S8YuNaSnc0kOE_LOwt037zsxhfE8EqsQuGN1SJSAQSBuHK0SNyo8BQV9L9Q6L-hfwpgj-JLUK07TYkyGEfjvOHF0nNnvjpktKVoqTkdhQ/s1792/IMG_1981.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkCTKeFHP8WROKImgDi8jJoqgL50KsvEqMUN7nmvqAht8uO7cdqAS4fjNPzVTN9ZoPhYWJvwQDsyxq7S8YuNaSnc0kOE_LOwt037zsxhfE8EqsQuGN1SJSAQSBuHK0SNyo8BQV9L9Q6L-hfwpgj-JLUK07TYkyGEfjvOHF0nNnvjpktKVoqTkdhQ/w296-h640/IMG_1981.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wowzers!!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2roGYSg2scut-ymVayeJ0kyYAV-cxcGkOC47hALk_VjLvYQNItyLBPO8EDJT4xZTX0zux-LOv_C33jH1Apnnz3ecM1TGPF8mdFGm_DtHZmrG3ouuQnRVjagr5cS0-d0RMvIjB69_hDkLS_Po7bCU69SB863R--s4jdHBhJHFKDWwPEQ1KBUmbKg/s4032/IMG_1983.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2roGYSg2scut-ymVayeJ0kyYAV-cxcGkOC47hALk_VjLvYQNItyLBPO8EDJT4xZTX0zux-LOv_C33jH1Apnnz3ecM1TGPF8mdFGm_DtHZmrG3ouuQnRVjagr5cS0-d0RMvIjB69_hDkLS_Po7bCU69SB863R--s4jdHBhJHFKDWwPEQ1KBUmbKg/s320/IMG_1983.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Since it's flurrying outside, I guess it's time for, "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." And fires in the fire place and Christmas jammies. It may be March 26th, but it could be December 26th for all I care. Cold and snowy. Do I hear any sleigh bells? <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Sunday - Division</p><p>- Sigh. It was another silent, weird Sunday. Leah got here just as Jared was about to leave. Justin ended up going with her and Abishai went with Jared. Keturah didn't have to go early for anything because there was no middle school worship and she didn't have KP worship team. So she just figured she would stay home with me. I don't know if Jared assumed that leaving her behind would make me go to service for the second hour or not. He wouldn't exchange words with me again today. He just hasn't been on Sundays and I don't know why. It's like I have a plague because I won't attend Indian Creek in person. So Keturah watched service on the tablet and I watched on my phone. And then I watched New Pal Bible Church's service on my computer because I switched over to my computer so I could do other things while I listened. I listen better when I have my fingers occupied. It wasn't quite the morning I had expected, but ok fine, whatever. </p><p>- I also woke up in the middle of a dream to my alarm. In the dream, among some other intense things, was me taking a 9 month old out of a carseat, but she didn't belong to me. She belonged to Abishai's karate teacher, Tess. Tess had been driving and I was in the backseat with the baby. I know I was just trying to be helpful, but I hadn't even asked. I just took the baby out as if she was my own. So I woke up just thinking about babies and wanting more babies. I think I was triggered because I had set aside a few items yesterday from my shelves saying that I won't have any more kids who "might" use these and grandkids will probably not be interested in them either. You see, I don't want to get rid of anything. I want more kids and I want to homeschool more kids. I don't want just grandkids. I want more babies. And Jared won't let me and he won't let me talk about it or vent about it or let me be tender about it. He'll just be all defensive about it. But I don't want to ever be done. I want to be in the here and now and not spend all my mental and emotional energy fighting Jared about it (or church or his parents about ADHD or anything). I just want to get along and spend my energies having fun. </p><p>- So I'm trying to just get up and do and ask permission later. It's not the way I want to do things but it's the only way things will get done, I can move on, and be efficient with my time. Today the door of the front closet broke off. You would think in 5 years of living int his house, Jared could have found the time to rehang a door instead of letting it get to the point where it sheared off somewhere? Nope. I want the name and number of a handyman. Someone I can call monthly to fix this or that. And I'll have a list ready. Things like that closet door or the step going into the sunroom or the broken lights in the bathroom or putting a towel rack in the bathroom. I can't take this anymore. Another weekend come and gone and nothing to show for it. He wants to flips houses and make them look nice and yet we live in a crappy house that is falling apart. It's not fair and it's not right. I deserve better, too.</p><p>- We had pizza with Grandma and Benaiah. Benaiah told us about work and not having enough work to do. He has a meeting with his bosses this week. He's so smart and so diligent and so honest. He just wants to earn his wages the correct way and he's quickly learning that businesses simply aren't run that way. People cheat their way through. And it isn't efficient. And he's learning what the ideals for a business are, but what the realities are. Poor guy. And then there's Justin who has found out just how much he's been missing between one youth group and another. I told you there was a big difference. So he might switch youth groups. I couldn't get Keturah to go again tonight. But Justin went and enjoyed hearing topics he has learned about with Gpa and I and Bible trivia and spend time with other kids that have learned about these things and care about these things and spend time with Kya of course. So, We might just be splitting the kids up to two different youth groups. Just not the way I thought I would be though. Justin said he'd stick with his small group for now. It absolutely is so affirming for my boys to be out there and take on these principals that I have taught them year after year after year as their own. Honesty, integrity, Biblical principals, seeing right through hypocrisy, getting down to the roots, apologetics, My boys might not know top level math and science but they know how to use their heads and how to interact with people of all ages. They are not confined by their peers. They can talk with all generations and both genders with ease. And that's all that matters to me. I have done my job well. I have fulfilled my calling with these two. I am at peace.</p><p>- Meanwhile back at home Jared took the other two to Kroger for dinner and got some groceries. I don't know what since the fridge looked the same when I got back. He got Abishai some chips I guess but wouldn't get Keturah get twizzlers. That's not fair. Oh well. I'm fading fast again.</p><p>- Today has been exhausting. Again. Every Sunday is like a knock down drag out fight. It's spiritual warfare to the max. I want to go to New Pal. Jared won't leave Indian Creek. We are stuck. Every week. So I think I might actually go to New Pal Bible Church in person . I'm going to go in person perhaps if I'm feeling up to it. I just wish we didn't have to fight and cause division in the family. </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53XkLingnYqWE1Ue2w25UjZWAojCiBxMWuVXpqC4l2m3JvIOp1lRHm8BH5fB2oxXAVe8qsISwi0AaYxXj67lPNXwuf0x67lf3KrXBWs7v40d9GIVhaNHxMXjPeMIOfOldEcB666Y5EFGmwKvNfFyGbIvwJj27_I0vLwJ3Q9p51OlWCXBkhKbZjg/s4032/IMG_1984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53XkLingnYqWE1Ue2w25UjZWAojCiBxMWuVXpqC4l2m3JvIOp1lRHm8BH5fB2oxXAVe8qsISwi0AaYxXj67lPNXwuf0x67lf3KrXBWs7v40d9GIVhaNHxMXjPeMIOfOldEcB666Y5EFGmwKvNfFyGbIvwJj27_I0vLwJ3Q9p51OlWCXBkhKbZjg/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Today was the day I could finally throw this away! No more Covid tests will be found in this house! No, I didn't order the free ones from the government. I don't believe these tests were very accurate anyways. Bye bye!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjG9OvsyL_x_7DoQVJ2Ck8OkxJPrHdmFftrY2_Qt5q_FXS3K5HtK2Lg9ashA0C0qIf_jhZB6qMqO_rPrBNiQHVmT1mU1XWVJiSTAdOf9klEr9CFihu2trQCRpSVGhieYO2A4sliVdrvbMyOmwKzeqwdxs9xMv5GEAeirSYno3PjkJo_JLtbPBHA/s4032/IMG_1985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjG9OvsyL_x_7DoQVJ2Ck8OkxJPrHdmFftrY2_Qt5q_FXS3K5HtK2Lg9ashA0C0qIf_jhZB6qMqO_rPrBNiQHVmT1mU1XWVJiSTAdOf9klEr9CFihu2trQCRpSVGhieYO2A4sliVdrvbMyOmwKzeqwdxs9xMv5GEAeirSYno3PjkJo_JLtbPBHA/w640-h480/IMG_1985.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I mean, look at all these disclaimers! And also today, the CDC reduced their Covid infections in children by 24%! Yes, 1 out of 4 charts had wrongly put covid-19 has the cause tor the infection down to Covid. Just ridiculous. What a scandal. Good riddance.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-49115427076465861512022-03-21T00:09:00.001-03:002022-03-21T00:09:27.519-03:00Year 7, March 14th - 20th, 2022: Time to Fix Things...or Not<p> Monday - Gentlest of Mondays</p><p>- The weather was gorgeous! 65 degrees and bright blue skies! I got to step outside and brush the dog for a bit. Thankfully, his skin wasn't irritated but he did have a lot of dandruff. I expect to see a lot more hair falling out in the next few days now that I've stimulated it again (it had been three weeks, so he did shed less actually) and it's time for the spring shed. I didn't feel any new spots, but I didn't feel every bit of skin. I only went heavily on his head and shoulders.. I went lightly down his back and hindquarters, but will go in deep next time I get a chance. I was supposed to be brushing him more often because I wanted to be more aware of his bumps now but I haven't had the time. I'm grateful that the only change I've seen is that the dandruff increased. He hasn't been uncomfortable or itchy or irritated. And the actual shredding has decreased, so maybe we were overbrushing him. I don't mind doing it as long as I'm sitting down and I know it helps me to be outside, as long as it's after dinner and not during the chaos time. So we'll see if I can get a new pattern established.</p><p>- But otherwise, it was a quiet day. Justin and Jared were off to work as normal. Keturah and Abishai and I did school as normal. Abishai and I started around 9:30 and although there were a couple of times I got sidetracked, I managed to pull us back in and we finished without too much trouble. And we got to do one of my favorite lessons of all times: The Trojan Horse! I remember doing this one with Benaiah, Justin, and Keturah when they were 10, 7, and 4. It was one of the first ones we did this with this history series that was hands on. And I had the perfect parts for it! And I got to do it again this time, too, as you will see it below! And Abishai was just as excited about it as Justin was 10 years ago, so that made me super happy! I did discover that I had read the Children's Homer to Justin and Keturah 5 years ago, so now I only have the real Odyssey and Iliad for Keturah to read and I'm not sure I want to put her through all of that. I would have to go digging for a real copy anyway. And our history book splits up this lesson between the Trojan Horse part and the study of the author, Homer, because the setting of the story and when the author lived is 100 years apart. She puts Bible characters in between them. So we'll start reading some of the books about it, and then read a bunch of Bible stories, and then finish up with Homer's life and touch upon Greece before finishing the school year. And then we'll dig more into Greece in the fall. That's kind of a weird way to end the school year for us, but that's where we are at this year. Oh well. At least we got to do the Trojan Horse! Eek!</p><p>- Then Kellie came and dropped off Kya for the afternoon/evening. She was going to stay longer but had some work at home to finish. Bummer! I had some questions to ask her, but oh well, perhaps another time. I wasn't feeling the greatest anyway. I just kind of rested the rest of the day. I did a load of laundry, pulled out leftovers for dinner, made sure Abishai was ready for Tang Soo, kept up with email, found a pair of Jared's Vibram brand toe socks for him, and did the misc household stuff.</p><p>- Jared said that he and Mike will take the van to the mechanic tomorrow. So, yeah, thanks, Mike, for your help! He has a car trailer thing that he can use to tow it down there so Jared doesn't have to attempt to drive it. Praise the Lord! Then I can get Justin from work and then we can get to our appointment.</p><p>- Just have to keep putting one foot in front of another. Oh, and Happy National Pi Day 3/14/2022!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwu5UYurDDoQCmr5Yxd_cNt-Sjgq2_6FxrfR9cNFiuzHzV3tXGKQS-hf2kxxsAAib2UM81wRMQ0tCjsg41MN6yTd0SlUW4gZd0YU1pKcK2nknJImfAKlPq329DRIRprqLQVsq0mxQSaektXYYi194JBrn5QqTh6KQeSazOuc6E7_pJb-XfL9g_fQ=s1472" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1472" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwu5UYurDDoQCmr5Yxd_cNt-Sjgq2_6FxrfR9cNFiuzHzV3tXGKQS-hf2kxxsAAib2UM81wRMQ0tCjsg41MN6yTd0SlUW4gZd0YU1pKcK2nknJImfAKlPq329DRIRprqLQVsq0mxQSaektXYYi194JBrn5QqTh6KQeSazOuc6E7_pJb-XfL9g_fQ=w360-h640" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was on Instagram and talked about how 10% of Canadians aren't allowed to leave their country because they are not vaccinated. That's right, not only can't we go into their because we are not vaccinated, they can't leave. Vaccine mandates are still in place in some parts of the world.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVt4BFGL1spOIVXeyyadB5O6KKzbfuRrCEh811qw5PGJWsCIw7Uem4egYBOBvjanVivKh1fmxDCI32hBKlRbPdF7vbvGd9Bp-l6TzgwURh-fZp4BaeL1crjvi20g8Skg6eqlzPUKUEdBdoPW0-Q7hPdk8BIgTEPSyi06xEarG5RQ5YB7B7EZ_MkQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVt4BFGL1spOIVXeyyadB5O6KKzbfuRrCEh811qw5PGJWsCIw7Uem4egYBOBvjanVivKh1fmxDCI32hBKlRbPdF7vbvGd9Bp-l6TzgwURh-fZp4BaeL1crjvi20g8Skg6eqlzPUKUEdBdoPW0-Q7hPdk8BIgTEPSyi06xEarG5RQ5YB7B7EZ_MkQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had snowflakes on Friday. We will hit 70 degrees on Wednesday. This is Indiana.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZhQt7VGPPDvS2DXBPKPk2dk6TiRV4AteZU7v5Vl_ORdy09i1x7LSBl0LldtVjlh1yJ_8_jSARrnCx67E00UZj4eBJCX1gTcAiegykVfvg5gnMPaRRLIiGEPZMimmZfxi0Jk-StOXTIsx5qTjk9Pv6rajH00WNFLFoQqBUUQoqBr3-R-6804wagA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZhQt7VGPPDvS2DXBPKPk2dk6TiRV4AteZU7v5Vl_ORdy09i1x7LSBl0LldtVjlh1yJ_8_jSARrnCx67E00UZj4eBJCX1gTcAiegykVfvg5gnMPaRRLIiGEPZMimmZfxi0Jk-StOXTIsx5qTjk9Pv6rajH00WNFLFoQqBUUQoqBr3-R-6804wagA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mom and dad bought me this model horse almost 30 years ago. It came with skeleton and major organ parts for me to put together. I never did put it together, although I have all the parts in a box. It's an entry level model. I was going to be a veterinarian. I'm sure Keturah would love to mess around with it now. However, it has served us extremely well when demonstrating how the Trojan Horse worked when the Greeks wanted to infiltrate the city of Troy to get back Helen in Homer's Iliad. I used it in 2012 with Benaiah, Justin, and Keturah and we even built up a city wall with Legos or duplos or blocks or something on the coffee table that is now in the fireside room. The kids were 10, 7, and 4. It was the first hands on demonstration I had done with them from the new history series we started that year that we were doing altogether. And it was a hit then and it was a hit with Abishai now! He was so excited to get his clone wars minifigure guys to put in there! It will make even more sense to him after I read more of the story to him in the coming weeks. I shared this photo with Benaiah and showed this horse and Lego set up to Justin and both of them hesitated like they didn't remember. Good grief, don't break my heart, you two, please remember these kinds of lessons with fondness! I made the effort to be more hands on with you guys when it's not my teaching style. Anyway, I love it! And I love the Iliad and Greek (and Roman) myths and gods and all the things so I enjoy this volume a lot. Plus it has all the Old Testament stories and prophets. But, enjoy this Trojan Horse for now.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdo1mDk8rtTXTl__gWY1izX3jIfuVOMZWFt1NfiYtIFr1l0ni-v-dD2FpgCLzpbQPRy0So8FGtwe3fKkUYYhCn9wAXIWJl1tbZTpSI75A_1v8F5coi-g-BTCcXF2jjpKTe-WCRLXEg1gticSfsOOQx6324AKEry5poAUtBvhmTOnG-uJYy4nKXyg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgdo1mDk8rtTXTl__gWY1izX3jIfuVOMZWFt1NfiYtIFr1l0ni-v-dD2FpgCLzpbQPRy0So8FGtwe3fKkUYYhCn9wAXIWJl1tbZTpSI75A_1v8F5coi-g-BTCcXF2jjpKTe-WCRLXEg1gticSfsOOQx6324AKEry5poAUtBvhmTOnG-uJYy4nKXyg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Socks, do you have to take up the whole door way? Why yes, yes, you do, and we will miss it when you don't anymore. You are already too quiet for my taste anyway. He didn't even get up when Justin got home. Oh my puppy, don't go too soon. Stay with us for a lot longer. One more month and he will be 12 years old. Time to celebrate!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-7SvhuFe2MHSxorP2KVIUZOlvjoWIAttDrgXSUcyPnJFqcp5kYbXMKOTMYUmMb4Nty1Tv9Yk6BvqgJ6v7lRo_Pn1ZccmcEj1lOPMme2Ia-LN9Ixn9xSUC-6tRV1u6pznzkOFxa2D35XkNZZ2Ml9f4MTawIDn-nHvXbn6kEoodvJg0wpawMK1Hcg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg-7SvhuFe2MHSxorP2KVIUZOlvjoWIAttDrgXSUcyPnJFqcp5kYbXMKOTMYUmMb4Nty1Tv9Yk6BvqgJ6v7lRo_Pn1ZccmcEj1lOPMme2Ia-LN9Ixn9xSUC-6tRV1u6pznzkOFxa2D35XkNZZ2Ml9f4MTawIDn-nHvXbn6kEoodvJg0wpawMK1Hcg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got the autographed cd I preordered in the mail today. It was released on Friday. So far, so good. It's all their typical style, so easy listening for me. Decent lyrics. Aussie accents. Pop. Bit of a beat. And of course I love their signatures. It was shrinkwrapped, which is weird, because even with the signed ones, they are typically shrinkwrapped again. But as typical, the plastic case is broken. I don't think I own that many plastic cd covers that are intact, lol. Full lyric booklet with all the words, though, which you don't always see these days. Now, fingers crossed that I can get this and the precious cd's actually synced to my phone. I wish I could remember the right procedure! And/or I wish they'd sell the cd and digital rights in the same bundle or if you buy the cd, you get the digital for free just like people do with DVD's. Somewhere I could download more easily to my phone directly without using iTunes. I might have to rip the music directly to my computer, bypassing iTunes, and then uploaded directly to my phone. I don't know. But new music is always a good thing! I offered to let Kya nad Justin to it, but they weren't interested.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhF7eb3gVybllGmiw7WJVed0uwO4DRzTHAKF_eAHdJggccvLXTtpkHUdkgAlLdfKY8osDp3p2J3Gi9A1X50nJ3SN2uxhPD8eL6c3l_H3R5lJEZVJx0cIfCAjWPU4xiKEZTPqzUFS1ub3PenZvNZoG3Z2LPHKcBKEpnFD5RjyGKzHALPNJxkeQRpXw=s700" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="700" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhF7eb3gVybllGmiw7WJVed0uwO4DRzTHAKF_eAHdJggccvLXTtpkHUdkgAlLdfKY8osDp3p2J3Gi9A1X50nJ3SN2uxhPD8eL6c3l_H3R5lJEZVJx0cIfCAjWPU4xiKEZTPqzUFS1ub3PenZvNZoG3Z2LPHKcBKEpnFD5RjyGKzHALPNJxkeQRpXw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">EWWWWW, it's a good things this isn't real!!!!! It would make a great April Fool's joke though!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtZf1WNYaLX3Ux7J5N-CkCFunln8fEHVU3hdJUDyk7-5IahRP1XyfQbtRYpIHEBuVI76d2JL5MTVi4Ukaf8MSd1skBIKWZGWClBfeV5kFD8uN_p8j3L0E2zxFu0hbBwHKwgypM09JPEkdSlpDc2EYfwL63Jrsu0aphLP-1nrWN5Iu8Dog3lmhQHg=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgtZf1WNYaLX3Ux7J5N-CkCFunln8fEHVU3hdJUDyk7-5IahRP1XyfQbtRYpIHEBuVI76d2JL5MTVi4Ukaf8MSd1skBIKWZGWClBfeV5kFD8uN_p8j3L0E2zxFu0hbBwHKwgypM09JPEkdSlpDc2EYfwL63Jrsu0aphLP-1nrWN5Iu8Dog3lmhQHg=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And he's been saying it ever since. Thanks, dear.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - Letting Loose</p><p>- Well, there you have it. I let it fly. The words I mean. On Facebook. Oh my friends aren't happy. I made some enemies today. But I kind of needed to let my mind roll and let it all out there. First it was just a meme from my friend (the one adopting children from Ukraine) that was about Ukrainian children in a bunker and if they were really worried about Americans and their gas prices or not. Obviously, they are not. There was a ton more shelling today all over Ukraine. And a second reporter died and his photographer was severely injured. This time they were from Fox News. The previous reporter that died and the photographer hat was severely injured were from originally from the Wall Street Journal and are now independent or something. That was on Saturday. So, I got some backlash from other Americans about how their children are poor and can't get enough money for gas and food despite working multiple jobs and such. And then, why would I want our troops to go over there and fight for the Ukrainians and would I want my boys to go over there. Etc. So, I just wrote a long heavy handy response. I said, because I am now a global person and I don't consider myself just an American and yes I'm well aware of the age of my boys and I would be proud of them if they went in either capacity and I would gladly give up anything more here at home to send more money over there and I've been thinking about that all day, actually. What else can I do financially to give. The unknown right now is the van repair, which we just dropped off this afternoon, so I'm hesitant at the moment. But I'm so tempted to just go ahead even before that and send more money. Something, anything. I cannot stand this war. And I cannot stand that NATO and our President just stand by and watch innocent people die. And I cannot stand that now, just like in the World Wars and many other wars, we stand by and watch because it's not our war. I can't understand it when I teach it and I can't fathom why we let the bad guys live. I am a warrior in that way.</p><p>- Then the other topic came up after Jared and I's appointment today when we stopped by 1/2 price books. I hadn't been in the store in 12 years. It's been remodeled a ton. I was doing fine until I walked down the main aisle a bit. And then, to my right, was a display of overtly Wiccan material about witchcraft, spells, crystals, and other spirituality things like tarot cards, mindfulness, palm reading, etc. And not only that, it was right next to the Christian self help books and fiction books. All kind of lumped together as spirituality. And you have to walk past both sections to get to the kids' section. Which means, my children have walked past this. And, it's exactly at a teen's eye level. And I got the creeps like I always do around Wicca stuff. I can't stand it. I didn't want to explore the bookstore anymore. It was time to leave. I couldn't believe that Leah or Jared shop there regularly. How can you support a store that openly puts this stuff out there? But that would be the pot calling the kettle black because you can find it all on Amazon, too. So, do whatever with that. All I could think of though was angels and demons having a knock out fight right there in front of me in the aisle. And that I wanted to leave. I can't stand being near stuff like that. It's too much for me. So, of course this all started a debate with a Native American friend defended her culture and if I had hated witchcraft, do I hate her culture, too. I tried to explain the differences between learning about her culture and spending time with her, and not agreeing with her and that it is black and white for me. I cannot participate in it at all. And I said this is why we do not get into Harry Potter at all. Witchcraft is just a no go for me. And it hit me in the face tonight. And I know that kids in the public school are very open about it. And I know at least one person on my FB that has practiced it. And I know I've probably bumped into others who have also investigated it. It's not something to mess with. It's a real religion and it's absolutely 100% against God. And the other things aren't really to be fooled with either. Meditation and mindfulness were also lumped in there as well, and since I had just had a conversation defending them to the other extreme, I mentioned that and said it the opposite way, that can be used for evil as well. And then around the corner were the other things about tarot cards and oiji boards and talking to the dead and all that. And the energies and chakras, that's all mysticism, Hinduism, and Buddhism type of stuff, again, other religions, which, some don't think is absolutely evil, but to Christianity, it is. Scripture says, if you aren't with me, then you are against me. End of story. And it hurt to see my Native American friend hurt. I try hard to reach out to people. And I was able to write that I respect her and her people and I would absolutely hang out with her and trust her. But her faith practices are wrong according to my faith. And especially with Wiccans, I would have to limit our exposure to them, but I would still hang out with them and get to know them if we had the opportunity. I don't want to isolate myself completely. But people need to be aware that these books are not ok. Being exposed to this material and pretending it is on the same level as the Bible, is not ok. It will never be. And I hold to my convictions, even when I sound harsh. It's reality. I'm not a pussy foot Christian. I try to be sweet, but when it comes down to it, I stand my ground. </p><p>- And so, that is how I have ended my day, saying many words, and upsetting some people.</p><p>- The kids and I had a perfectly normal and wonderful day. Jared and I had a good appointment. The van got to the mechanic thanks to Mike's flatbed trailer. Now we wait and see what the price point will be. Tomorrow is a new day and I'll get to stay off the internet. Thank goodness.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg9_9WRrWgS-gxpP7YZDfpozy8B32eCldScU-8eaE5Vpk1F0-aNRyUvrBQPCWQBPCOIcaH9rJhunsiHGrJ3fUT04fXMiIe0ILVJQ57neeOnIV3ZofbVcpddXBJ-IzfN_evFtQuJOpV2inIpO6bHhy9LjkpLTz8jfU67gBixc8MN5NxQ4EaHg0TTg=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg9_9WRrWgS-gxpP7YZDfpozy8B32eCldScU-8eaE5Vpk1F0-aNRyUvrBQPCWQBPCOIcaH9rJhunsiHGrJ3fUT04fXMiIe0ILVJQ57neeOnIV3ZofbVcpddXBJ-IzfN_evFtQuJOpV2inIpO6bHhy9LjkpLTz8jfU67gBixc8MN5NxQ4EaHg0TTg=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ok, wait a minute, former VP Mike Pence AND his wife were IN the Ukraine?! Goodness me! Can we just get this man elected already? People say he was Trump's puppet, but really, the VP position can be a hard one because no one really notices you. Anyway, I would vote for Mr. Pence in a heartbeat for many reasons and today, I found a new one.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9lIOOpC9KrSqyAWsU4payRO2pfhFBYO3c2mjdqBYvpsYOCl7cQyEhwxU_KeQDBjBXcc-D_qdMnXgV6-8fe9uxgD3Ary_K7Wifkkze4VfHQjIab8eEZmqdgNhnPVzC8bmzxENqdOqsJ4dxqDklwsp_vuLXzcAj-wOCRU43cMiG5Datct7xmxnvKA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9lIOOpC9KrSqyAWsU4payRO2pfhFBYO3c2mjdqBYvpsYOCl7cQyEhwxU_KeQDBjBXcc-D_qdMnXgV6-8fe9uxgD3Ary_K7Wifkkze4VfHQjIab8eEZmqdgNhnPVzC8bmzxENqdOqsJ4dxqDklwsp_vuLXzcAj-wOCRU43cMiG5Datct7xmxnvKA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The songbirds were insane this morning!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxd5wL-VPVH9ksTuzGrJNVecXBuDVkhb-FCu4uLLMvEB-VyhYWx5ted8nkpsmZgx9OxNepuVBr7V4VJBXxEmA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgosAcD3svyzB-M9_sWAlqxDvqVFgikizpvtE0xrPzCWgZYqe32lfnCGB7MVhxWnIYbGfMOEa2nK2Ft2MaV-Hh7kMS_IEV5MIoG85oE4DJFn-A1oam4wc5X3P-ahlcKIKjcU4ybCvgpET9q9XseDvjJDcMTbCjErl1o5iexnYLBBABTXUenZwieOw=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgosAcD3svyzB-M9_sWAlqxDvqVFgikizpvtE0xrPzCWgZYqe32lfnCGB7MVhxWnIYbGfMOEa2nK2Ft2MaV-Hh7kMS_IEV5MIoG85oE4DJFn-A1oam4wc5X3P-ahlcKIKjcU4ybCvgpET9q9XseDvjJDcMTbCjErl1o5iexnYLBBABTXUenZwieOw=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai, Keturah, and I talked through our emergency plan when the sirens went off. We had just heard the regular practice siren on Friday, so this one seemed really odd. I just looked it up thinking that it might just be an extra one and yup, there it was.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn2geXARSYM8E9X0vVNvDM6j1HbWeC0xEns5DOkoZBDoKBOeDp1JIC-HO_-SJcdXCHZixAx28cClFb_V3Ms4B8xSxMSurW4_f4cDj6JrWDV9monvPbrUsdjGt3H5T1ICirh4Gcq9dd90eV8bhrNDHL7Kpc1b-nhGS6ekp0HKWyoV127BFzYT3IEw=s1067" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjn2geXARSYM8E9X0vVNvDM6j1HbWeC0xEns5DOkoZBDoKBOeDp1JIC-HO_-SJcdXCHZixAx28cClFb_V3Ms4B8xSxMSurW4_f4cDj6JrWDV9monvPbrUsdjGt3H5T1ICirh4Gcq9dd90eV8bhrNDHL7Kpc1b-nhGS6ekp0HKWyoV127BFzYT3IEw=s320" width="248" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the meme that caused that whole dialogue about first world problems.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigFJMf6UIMcSz-7s1lUqpAlA_fDquBlyCmqaYni6Lqyu1MiDW8ZeBJoyD8zXu9IuRdJA_JjcpXMZNE5gY74z6WhqQs0F4yNPLVCLDXw0brISucNSHrutBO6ib1RcXOdygtFKqHtqHJZqFM5siYIi0DGJ1E3Rn_1mO28gtq7qoC6VeKidxAEzHJ2Q=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigFJMf6UIMcSz-7s1lUqpAlA_fDquBlyCmqaYni6Lqyu1MiDW8ZeBJoyD8zXu9IuRdJA_JjcpXMZNE5gY74z6WhqQs0F4yNPLVCLDXw0brISucNSHrutBO6ib1RcXOdygtFKqHtqHJZqFM5siYIi0DGJ1E3Rn_1mO28gtq7qoC6VeKidxAEzHJ2Q=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah offered to make me a salad since she was making herself one when I didn't know what I wanted to eat for lunch. And I said yes! Great job, Keturah! Thanks!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8yn5z4nA21-u6A0Sl2_DHd-9Gt4teeaVPjSbZ4YW-gs2Eq3VoOsO9cZhRYpqpgJ3JFI9EazX5TaMnCq5Ba5G08Gy6nkx6V9Wn-9khRjHfJ62XwHzU7oUtjbMqWRsuRhqZZJgi236hKNLZ3rMsxcJ9WuljjBXoB6K_ma__0VJp6QsbzxT5ZpTnnw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj8yn5z4nA21-u6A0Sl2_DHd-9Gt4teeaVPjSbZ4YW-gs2Eq3VoOsO9cZhRYpqpgJ3JFI9EazX5TaMnCq5Ba5G08Gy6nkx6V9Wn-9khRjHfJ62XwHzU7oUtjbMqWRsuRhqZZJgi236hKNLZ3rMsxcJ9WuljjBXoB6K_ma__0VJp6QsbzxT5ZpTnnw=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah for friends who have trailers! Time to get the van to the mechanic!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjJSomMOMYcaG9ZEXTVggCMp9gdzxPspVg_mBP2BJyMvH-16P0YXMAv0RaVCgddieBD8byaM31bQcvVLbo0k5Bgp3-jTkduK9uuysX0GMwKLzwBvDXC8mzWEqqeZD2RQz3vDnx8x4FN-5T1_wpNhlTOCbvv_uUeA0eRrBnA2L1iATqDEmkcE6CpQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjJSomMOMYcaG9ZEXTVggCMp9gdzxPspVg_mBP2BJyMvH-16P0YXMAv0RaVCgddieBD8byaM31bQcvVLbo0k5Bgp3-jTkduK9uuysX0GMwKLzwBvDXC8mzWEqqeZD2RQz3vDnx8x4FN-5T1_wpNhlTOCbvv_uUeA0eRrBnA2L1iATqDEmkcE6CpQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ooo, other homeschoolers ask about these kinds of things all the time! Now I have some books I can recommend! I didn't buy them though. I'm sure the local libraries have them.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTusGUP0UljskxIZotWQd-l9D5AwOk52BPDTeTCWoK-YCRS3yG2YsiDbB9FIm05y6O-llMpDWSqpv8Hs2zNwF50KlkcJjpdCrK7_WLx5TNiOEXadNA-Kr7dxLsz72OsDfYVHN68BuIddq-Uovl-HTmnbJUuB4SIDL0808SGrxvp-QiT4X1hice3w=s1792" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhTusGUP0UljskxIZotWQd-l9D5AwOk52BPDTeTCWoK-YCRS3yG2YsiDbB9FIm05y6O-llMpDWSqpv8Hs2zNwF50KlkcJjpdCrK7_WLx5TNiOEXadNA-Kr7dxLsz72OsDfYVHN68BuIddq-Uovl-HTmnbJUuB4SIDL0808SGrxvp-QiT4X1hice3w=s320" width="148" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo5FSmZ_1YDXOJj8hNZtRzULwpjt0h6RLCk2wAhMOy6qCzOIwQsMnahLNswjRmchcZc3tgrd_IKvIjBafyXDst_6GtZaIkhxLrIVF9teYTSIHhWHFbwEcCn_Y0YMUfvyuaw6huCwq66YFm_9Zt4dygiabkviLf_kBqToiyv6Shd-XDG-sT7HYvuw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgo5FSmZ_1YDXOJj8hNZtRzULwpjt0h6RLCk2wAhMOy6qCzOIwQsMnahLNswjRmchcZc3tgrd_IKvIjBafyXDst_6GtZaIkhxLrIVF9teYTSIHhWHFbwEcCn_Y0YMUfvyuaw6huCwq66YFm_9Zt4dygiabkviLf_kBqToiyv6Shd-XDG-sT7HYvuw=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The controversial display out in the open on an endcap at eye level with pre teens and teens and any child on their way to the children's area. This isn't right in my book.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht-V3r8lAGNBJSziJnMesqNUD-_r9FqJhP3dpIVXXQ1HwHdGgThUYI7mKgN3tBSfQeXpM43QIT_b-jrsvZElokLd8_HH3CetBjUJKMybJQXDwENQ3INaIaZBXmLwzg0msx1YxR_5Xq-Q94sgEJSEIAx-V8dNK0NDVSwRFCZ3ZtUgQMzkmzNm3RFg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEht-V3r8lAGNBJSziJnMesqNUD-_r9FqJhP3dpIVXXQ1HwHdGgThUYI7mKgN3tBSfQeXpM43QIT_b-jrsvZElokLd8_HH3CetBjUJKMybJQXDwENQ3INaIaZBXmLwzg0msx1YxR_5Xq-Q94sgEJSEIAx-V8dNK0NDVSwRFCZ3ZtUgQMzkmzNm3RFg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foreground, Bibles and Christian Bible studies. Background: display about crystals and spells and Wicca and tarot cards and mindfulness and other things. Something isn't right.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Wednesday - It's a Beautiful Day!</p><p>- Today we went to ASL and did a bit of homework, but it was hard to sit still! So as soon as we got home and had lunch, we went outside! 70 degrees and blue skies! Yes, I'm that person whose mood is affected by the weather. Gloomy days make me gloomy and sunshine days make me happy! Jared loves rainy days. I don't know why. He thinks the sun is going to dry him out or something. I don't know. And Justin hates the heat. I did get some pushback from the kids today. Abishai said, "I'm allergic to the grass!" Well, we have told him about his allergies and yes, we think he is sensitive to grass and pollen. But that's no reason why you can't go outside and get used to it or take a bit of medicine and just go outside anyway. Jared and I are still go outside despite our allergies. Keturah's excuse was her feet were sore from roller blading yesterday. Justin said he needed to do homework and had other priorities. Plus he was going to sit outside tonight when he small group was going to go eat at Chicago's pizza. Well, they did that but then went over to the high school gym to watch someone play volleyball, so no, they really didn't stay outside.But whatever, teenager. Be grumpy. </p><p>- Tomorrow our homeschool friends decided to meet up at a park so we will join up with them. I don't know if we will see them again on Friday for gym day or not but I kind of think not. I'd rather then stay home and start cleaning up and getting ready for spring and summer while it rains for Friday and Saturday. But we'll see. Homeschoolers know how to get out and about and enjoy the weather. Stark contrast to the public schoolers. Yes, I said it again.</p><p>- Otherwise, I'm still huffy about the world's antics. My friend forgave me for my comments about religion yesterday and actually wasn't annoyed. She just gave her perspective. Sometimes I get along with more tolerant non Christians than I do intolerant Christians. But I saw more stuff on the Ukraine again today and I still bothers me to no end. Putin targeted a theater that where 1,000 women and children where sheltering and directly bombed it. No one can get it to it to help them. He doesn't want to occupy Ukraine. He wants to destroy it. And our government just wants to send weapons but not troops. And everybody on both sides political sides is ok with it but me and I don't understand. So I get mad. And I need to drop it. Back to my reality over here. But I like to delve into crisis. It's my jam. Then I can ignore the boring stuff in front of me. Anyway, enough about that.</p><p>- We didn't do much else today. Just played outside knowing that the rain is coming and it will cool down again. I was going to do some work in the flower beds tomorrow, but now we have a park day, so I guess that will wait. </p><p>- Evening routine the same, sort of. Jared took Abishai to Tang Soo. I made Justin drive in Franklin Township rush hour traffic to Chicago's Pizza to meet up his friends. And then I had pfun on the Michel W. Smith zoom call. Now I'm tired and worn out and have nothing left to talk about. Good grief. I'll check up later.</p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7aeQUuu9wcRcuCPk3jyq9-NWIzw4mIZeZCFvOWb-oPj6LTgoPHKAHpBtPwDZ7JH4UyriaKblk8l7itBIxfIPI8JkO2EFBOxpnLNNUwiXQyGJnoJCMyZoTJNueKWrgLVaXhkyUNtxdUuYHXCYh3mUpCXW8ZOh5C4Ra3y6L5_wOoBuOk7a0wXfBeA=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj7aeQUuu9wcRcuCPk3jyq9-NWIzw4mIZeZCFvOWb-oPj6LTgoPHKAHpBtPwDZ7JH4UyriaKblk8l7itBIxfIPI8JkO2EFBOxpnLNNUwiXQyGJnoJCMyZoTJNueKWrgLVaXhkyUNtxdUuYHXCYh3mUpCXW8ZOh5C4Ra3y6L5_wOoBuOk7a0wXfBeA=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When your dog gets photographed by the Amazon delivery person. Whoops. No wonder Socks was barking like a maniac! I didn't realize the front door was open! I have no idea if the glass door was latched or not. It's a good thing he knows not to push on it. Poor Amazon person! I mean, I'm sure they are used to it, but still. What a ferocious beast!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5aa91Dgiz0tfLJaXh9NSAaQm8lWI1_NLBaVSbvnG5k86zICLHcSYxGi5UY1gJF2cPUEUhiyQW7Y9QUIujrA9uH2lN2XkbJ5qgOcisPpWpim8YMxMGzfMoMqM9RCBmMoMkRRz5Bvox2VMCuKU6kgrdCDXiFAzESjFng1E64hv5ow8tCuI3x7JjCg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5aa91Dgiz0tfLJaXh9NSAaQm8lWI1_NLBaVSbvnG5k86zICLHcSYxGi5UY1gJF2cPUEUhiyQW7Y9QUIujrA9uH2lN2XkbJ5qgOcisPpWpim8YMxMGzfMoMqM9RCBmMoMkRRz5Bvox2VMCuKU6kgrdCDXiFAzESjFng1E64hv5ow8tCuI3x7JjCg=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared was charged with fixing this shadow box frame but it actually came apart worse when he tried. But look who gave this to Gary and when! It actually was only 16 years ago! Keturah works for Renae S. now. Sweet!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGClXgQZQtL-g4bwZpb_Wwt9tf8sDfSteh3JkGZ7nBBpWg_RGMfxTRx30r8tLux8fHAubUpNS9adFmZYcWR2F6MAcCC3S03m3J-lUBag6ngY1WrYLCjw1Yo89xieT9i1fd2627sdVpqxQaTVKYAHpkJNIwzEc_iaRd6NVfHD03A_X5RHOMgeb9xA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhGClXgQZQtL-g4bwZpb_Wwt9tf8sDfSteh3JkGZ7nBBpWg_RGMfxTRx30r8tLux8fHAubUpNS9adFmZYcWR2F6MAcCC3S03m3J-lUBag6ngY1WrYLCjw1Yo89xieT9i1fd2627sdVpqxQaTVKYAHpkJNIwzEc_iaRd6NVfHD03A_X5RHOMgeb9xA=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's what is in the shadowbox. I guess they collected political buttons over the years. I think there was some kind of joke with the Gary for President one. But I definitely want to be the one to inherit this lot. How cool is this stuff?! And yes, I am a fan of the Bush's. <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsViMJYGs9bXg0eI5y4XMBRH86fz9YSzr4wPhnjvFT7HAdbI9kTbtr1j1rVtujpjlq0357_tUK7hOW_uDi7LEj7CPl4bIi5pQkIgoz0gSvJO0J8H0DRd69O0YvTq1eVnhXYqhYVetlC45tHCpGrxUIlS6vItNc82xxpBTS0g0LlojtUbZNil1bJw=s1478" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1478" data-original-width="903" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsViMJYGs9bXg0eI5y4XMBRH86fz9YSzr4wPhnjvFT7HAdbI9kTbtr1j1rVtujpjlq0357_tUK7hOW_uDi7LEj7CPl4bIi5pQkIgoz0gSvJO0J8H0DRd69O0YvTq1eVnhXYqhYVetlC45tHCpGrxUIlS6vItNc82xxpBTS0g0LlojtUbZNil1bJw=w392-h640" width="392" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Um, yes! President Zelensky of the Ukraine as Captain America, um, yes! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbUVm4Cwg48rJTiCaL8hsSKkrH5y5uJrUUjAee4xLhcXZRdF7VW735TN0kOVkZH7YgDWOt5FdUtqc_HdswAdQX9An01uKj0hSECIh7D8hCehqWC9v1hBdC2WRJHsp_zI8AimwsKFoFapxRaL1h8jSb-TgaycOZZsdQlI1Gahj7_JuIxx5zBYO0qQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgbUVm4Cwg48rJTiCaL8hsSKkrH5y5uJrUUjAee4xLhcXZRdF7VW735TN0kOVkZH7YgDWOt5FdUtqc_HdswAdQX9An01uKj0hSECIh7D8hCehqWC9v1hBdC2WRJHsp_zI8AimwsKFoFapxRaL1h8jSb-TgaycOZZsdQlI1Gahj7_JuIxx5zBYO0qQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gorgeous day outside! Bright blue skies! But I can't look at this and not be reminded about what the skies in Ukraine look like right now. Gray and full of chaos. Missiles. Fire. Smoke. Screams. Day or night. I am thankful for the peace in mine. But I will pray for the chaos in theirs. And for anywhere else in this world for chaos reigns. This world is not our home.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw743HL0lT99TxS-j_oFiNwW8cNPo1rDSxxqqU9raPdL9jRw6k6P_TYu0kEo4DNStL0pcpCnF0rQCQNtQkau2GhWmtmtiQxKOqCMmKGFRXjeL3jYf1pxjzF2bVpFwmoJeZ8yzz0zoeXJk-7NDx_S_zMcsx5XehiwMJDEwLrHZq10TfrgiLmZMMGw=s3520" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw743HL0lT99TxS-j_oFiNwW8cNPo1rDSxxqqU9raPdL9jRw6k6P_TYu0kEo4DNStL0pcpCnF0rQCQNtQkau2GhWmtmtiQxKOqCMmKGFRXjeL3jYf1pxjzF2bVpFwmoJeZ8yzz0zoeXJk-7NDx_S_zMcsx5XehiwMJDEwLrHZq10TfrgiLmZMMGw=s320" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My baby is safe at home in his sandbox and played out his stories for 30 minutes without a care in the world.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyvMD1o1a_-evcuvBak6w6BiwpaFoj4CfI_ZFIQRmkbawX7FG7SzKWQPoPKj5HqyUk-ka3e3_UKnZvSWpCm2Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyPt3AYmSVI7FvbpfiJENjYir2OVNmCFbCtSFGDbySf0iqk2hlezlc7t3p2Lzbz1BvGIBneTAJ1yF3760vwQw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVOffv-KIBh4T8ruDu1N6wbx4Gzi9ynlYTkkWxyxmpR8asiM7JwW2xh_9F0phAYoK9p-gFVwa598EwBhIc_BMttoySZXJpXMFkmBpwljhHCyCEaxHaJLZBE5qqqsIKVVoMTqhu4E_cXjA9x5x3cQkq2lbxbARj4vqX32fVYFazwXkw2SXnq4LwQA=s3520" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVOffv-KIBh4T8ruDu1N6wbx4Gzi9ynlYTkkWxyxmpR8asiM7JwW2xh_9F0phAYoK9p-gFVwa598EwBhIc_BMttoySZXJpXMFkmBpwljhHCyCEaxHaJLZBE5qqqsIKVVoMTqhu4E_cXjA9x5x3cQkq2lbxbARj4vqX32fVYFazwXkw2SXnq4LwQA=s320" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkW7Lu6Gtx7L1yqhUGCfrvR3AW4CniBTCJSUP0TiCKOKCTAh1uLjEqi45P-TfHLMRkEz8Qx61AcYrceD3NeJzQ0VuexDJTPMIk5wJmEihwlntUeSnt9AxkoHawV7YgBRuVZNTl_ni0taWlZA_pMnUgOTUhjAOMTTU0qrUNiC00S5JNt0zhFEqgUQ=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgkW7Lu6Gtx7L1yqhUGCfrvR3AW4CniBTCJSUP0TiCKOKCTAh1uLjEqi45P-TfHLMRkEz8Qx61AcYrceD3NeJzQ0VuexDJTPMIk5wJmEihwlntUeSnt9AxkoHawV7YgBRuVZNTl_ni0taWlZA_pMnUgOTUhjAOMTTU0qrUNiC00S5JNt0zhFEqgUQ=s320" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwQ5T-95GeZHuU3Tj4EHxPvt2o4Mh0sRVnCXOTMkRSbvsZbFMWHRhGo2ZziBXolkiRzs19C-QWFLGHUmL5i_w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL9jICvuRq6Z8MGuxO6IExlCGXSnjdFVMP0XRCPXA1VOiZx4jMrXGfzu_--e8lrJfxXwqYbUoZ-wuVmhKROA5H4Hsl1d2ypI-3IGnT1c5Qa8VBR4AGdDJoGf0A2U7T525E-JAYDXfbRJcvX2MYPxh0Nx9ovqPVtBhN5ciwvd9ub6NcnlAEVSOkgw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjL9jICvuRq6Z8MGuxO6IExlCGXSnjdFVMP0XRCPXA1VOiZx4jMrXGfzu_--e8lrJfxXwqYbUoZ-wuVmhKROA5H4Hsl1d2ypI-3IGnT1c5Qa8VBR4AGdDJoGf0A2U7T525E-JAYDXfbRJcvX2MYPxh0Nx9ovqPVtBhN5ciwvd9ub6NcnlAEVSOkgw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are hopefully getting a new pool this year, so this really can be the new sandbox. 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This photo reminds me of Benaiah's.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkktQbWkZr41XyjhsQRU2UFIXcfQqsig6zkQJ8__kw5Vu_BPmCuvIWVGSKmK3vlqN6KiJ08tk1hH64TuYWZZ1XW4Z2xcsHlHQ24o4hiN0LdyNn1a8LwjrskTHWtlqiajIQgJmyaEN9X7ozvluAm21BBlj-MD3kjcz_psKJZ0KPcj6u-Dos_OywHw=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjkktQbWkZr41XyjhsQRU2UFIXcfQqsig6zkQJ8__kw5Vu_BPmCuvIWVGSKmK3vlqN6KiJ08tk1hH64TuYWZZ1XW4Z2xcsHlHQ24o4hiN0LdyNn1a8LwjrskTHWtlqiajIQgJmyaEN9X7ozvluAm21BBlj-MD3kjcz_psKJZ0KPcj6u-Dos_OywHw=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_7ioG2jpdUgzWyepWXxS6-UX5dbtLT2sZTJUz_L2bq_unAqxdmnRZmO5Pj1KAr16lsgrYl4ikHA6NLhuwVt2XFZR9wVqTR1rxtaFGPxAZ39eJk1Jp72Qs8FLrOpd2gOueatB-aZAJIWUJwmwAVghr1ktUWVlUd2iR0L94Z5JH4hT3QQrh8FCrCw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOJbdKqaRwQZgoR9PsXGQOT-SkZDPZgKK5AQ2Sx5McF1InicJKsuDZaOYkYoKGvZA9HbupvyIVdaZcqzxEfFVChZQf9ClsCC71VSXQc9U7i7x7g9ydeMdMyes7MlX4Nqd3Mh_Kps0BhJBcP5db1U7E12xtdoDcHOgBcM-tq1QOqIerGvSPFDw6Dg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOJbdKqaRwQZgoR9PsXGQOT-SkZDPZgKK5AQ2Sx5McF1InicJKsuDZaOYkYoKGvZA9HbupvyIVdaZcqzxEfFVChZQf9ClsCC71VSXQc9U7i7x7g9ydeMdMyes7MlX4Nqd3Mh_Kps0BhJBcP5db1U7E12xtdoDcHOgBcM-tq1QOqIerGvSPFDw6Dg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandpa found Benaiah out in his hammock in Grandpa's front yard. I then texted back and said, "Why didn't you tickle him?" And Benaiah immediately texted the whole text string, "Don't you dare!" Oh, yeah, you are on that same text string. Sorry. And Keturah had passed up the oppurtunity of tickling him when she skated passed him on her online skates. I'm just glad he was enjoying the weather without being prompted. It had been hard trying to convince the other 3 to go outside today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQdud-P0AxVkVkpCl3jeqSoWUWEUFZFMaBCkW5UMxH55F3XwSQI3qk_BmuW1xHlgmx5aHQln1TKprTnzUupBCmtU5yyST0IvnBlAzZnX82Stpe_sd8zX3gj95zHA_Z90Vk-_qcg2zOgvrb1kAPbbIav7UgUItm1mlm5FtMGTRhzjmE-pI55JTMgg=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiQdud-P0AxVkVkpCl3jeqSoWUWEUFZFMaBCkW5UMxH55F3XwSQI3qk_BmuW1xHlgmx5aHQln1TKprTnzUupBCmtU5yyST0IvnBlAzZnX82Stpe_sd8zX3gj95zHA_Z90Vk-_qcg2zOgvrb1kAPbbIav7UgUItm1mlm5FtMGTRhzjmE-pI55JTMgg=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyksSn__Mk6yUuXooD4bWOUg-jVf3tleUlrv9g7T1dxO8zOAORS_TCP5J8zqvbtndhh5liwchybgMCBO4P7HHDoE4-edDsplNHThE7npq5yh4Yyy6T5fruYyf1uQRYMwsd_KcARhwSNyTFHp8KzctjMiJMbyDKN2qgzYQR-Gn0JXQaLTKIFJoKAA=s4032" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyksSn__Mk6yUuXooD4bWOUg-jVf3tleUlrv9g7T1dxO8zOAORS_TCP5J8zqvbtndhh5liwchybgMCBO4P7HHDoE4-edDsplNHThE7npq5yh4Yyy6T5fruYyf1uQRYMwsd_KcARhwSNyTFHp8KzctjMiJMbyDKN2qgzYQR-Gn0JXQaLTKIFJoKAA=s320" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Thursday - When Stew Makes You Cry</p><p>- Why can't tomorrow be Saturday? I need it be. I'm done with the week. The chaos in my head is raging. I have way too many thoughts. I need some quiet. I need to be away from people. And the internet. Away from podcasts and the news. But I want to know what's going on. I have FOMO. I want to learn it all. But my head is full. I need time to digest it. To do nothing. And today wasn't enough time.</p><p>- We had a park day with our homeschool friends, although it was only Thursday, because it was gorgeous outside. So we won't go to gym day tomorrow. We'll do more homework and chores and things tomorrow. That means we only had a little bit of time for park day and I had to run Abishai to Tang Soo. But I also had to pick up Justin. And the van was ready to be picked up. And email had to be picked through. And sometime I had to eat. So it was busy. And I just wanted to do nothing. But I did everything. And I'm tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically tired. But I have to work tomorrow to finish up school. And put together a to do list so I can stay on task. Maybe I should do that tonight. It will make me feel better.</p><p>- After park day, I was feeling a bit deflated, and then it hit me. Some of the best parks we've had were at that park, Southeastway, and it was with this crew, plus others that have since moved away. People like Angie and Autumn, and Randy and her boys. I can hear there voices in my head when we sit there now. And I can see their kids running back and forth to us. And just like the dynamics change when members leave, so has our homeschool Friday group changed, especially without those two somewhat louder ones. They were both louder, and yet, once you got to know them, they were actually pretty chill. Goodness, I miss them. I miss them alot. We do ok without them. But they brought a lot of laughter and stories and thoughts and knowledge to our group. And the kids added so much to our kids friendships, too. I think it's why we've struggled so much this year so far. We can't really replace them, but we haven't found anyone that will join us consistently enough that jives well enough. I mean, we have Kellie and Melissa, and that has helped some. But it would be good to have 1 or 2 more, that are a bit louder even. Sigh. Why do friends have to move? It's not fair.</p><p>- We did bring Socks to the park, and Kellie brought her two dogs. After the a bit of growling, they pretty much left each other alone. And they behaved themselves. Socks got a bit warm and I should have had some water for him, but he did ok. I brought him today because it wasn't beastly hot yet. I was hoping the kids would walk him more but they were just interested in talking. Abishai had a good time making new friends his age. We couldn't stay too long, but it was just enough I think.</p><p>- Like I said, we only got a bit of schoolwork done, so we'll finish it tomorrow. It's supposed to be cool and rainy the next couple of days. And I got a late start to the day, and Keturah got an even later start to the day. Let's get to bed early so we try to combat Daylight savings time, shall we?</p><p> - Abishai quote of the day: "There's one of me in a week because I'm 7 and there's 7 days in a week!" Well, at least he's putting two and two together that there's 7 days in a week! It's all about those odd connections. Love it!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuX8pTO9QYemqQrVXGUxZVj3YD7QxMqjz9cPC9YwWycDV3-IxjpUXe-OftZoy12tQ44ShXtCXACg_VkMAgAgpXan9_qdOF38Ug8UjHtEBI_kk9V1uLvERH7O8z5EEi4hQTafP7QBHzOBAPTt0nI7SC2BGKIgc12mtli0gaeW23VEkzB98T8WsjNg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhuX8pTO9QYemqQrVXGUxZVj3YD7QxMqjz9cPC9YwWycDV3-IxjpUXe-OftZoy12tQ44ShXtCXACg_VkMAgAgpXan9_qdOF38Ug8UjHtEBI_kk9V1uLvERH7O8z5EEi4hQTafP7QBHzOBAPTt0nI7SC2BGKIgc12mtli0gaeW23VEkzB98T8WsjNg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's getting so big!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieKGQBIreWbfs2LSBJ9OWsIN9IAzxKKPs511S3qeonEUhV3MQ6RNRM0woVsTxgYXvvFx_wLuQmv7ZY7_ldEVcIvQNQzVRiOo2iyAeTmyP4JV0OaseEOn_0lHd7LNsyWSaS10glLGtlpPR3llGl1OMfYQWBLiK7jl5TZqitzWL8E6iOfcW0IfnPlQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEieKGQBIreWbfs2LSBJ9OWsIN9IAzxKKPs511S3qeonEUhV3MQ6RNRM0woVsTxgYXvvFx_wLuQmv7ZY7_ldEVcIvQNQzVRiOo2iyAeTmyP4JV0OaseEOn_0lHd7LNsyWSaS10glLGtlpPR3llGl1OMfYQWBLiK7jl5TZqitzWL8E6iOfcW0IfnPlQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Teens, hanging on swings, just talking and being so grown up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXsBNN0g0nwNgKvVV6Xjwhx9xvAhkOSb6bk5q-Po-0eLRXkf16pW8DRa4ltTOm5PHSTGFeX_7Zsz8HYqs8wlxdiOzdzCKWGpD8gfymyGYERhz85a3QpgDMmV4Ow9f7iq0_IV8GlKuggxcs_-hMf4luuBrl5gziGPZ8UQ9yI-s5CDA1qi2ZZR_seQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjXsBNN0g0nwNgKvVV6Xjwhx9xvAhkOSb6bk5q-Po-0eLRXkf16pW8DRa4ltTOm5PHSTGFeX_7Zsz8HYqs8wlxdiOzdzCKWGpD8gfymyGYERhz85a3QpgDMmV4Ow9f7iq0_IV8GlKuggxcs_-hMf4luuBrl5gziGPZ8UQ9yI-s5CDA1qi2ZZR_seQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Someone was super hungry. He ate the whole large piece of pizza tonight and ust left the little pepperonis he didn't like. Good for him.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeAzOCBNjGVKm2YH3XuNAkgtYExfW_PN45zxHpuQQvcBgJXYQ_yZ7Ykr3SZMj3JahTOSTpZMM7oP_c6uaSs5fCMsuXN7HsPOhRBwZzhQ6oXwV3jh9VrUabdDTzwMWKjT5GwnO8O9ym1lOUonIcMS9ma1NDIato6VV1Hgrx1TTqHPw5_sL32r_Bgg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgeAzOCBNjGVKm2YH3XuNAkgtYExfW_PN45zxHpuQQvcBgJXYQ_yZ7Ykr3SZMj3JahTOSTpZMM7oP_c6uaSs5fCMsuXN7HsPOhRBwZzhQ6oXwV3jh9VrUabdDTzwMWKjT5GwnO8O9ym1lOUonIcMS9ma1NDIato6VV1Hgrx1TTqHPw5_sL32r_Bgg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One more Abishai learned tonight was a side roundhouse kick.. Nice form body! He had tons of energy running down to the paddles though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw622FsSJvNQT_al1UW-JnCU6SW3gwtYE24zVo_ZPrd8I5jEhqwUXkqsIAHLkOAPFW0VPVKOXSoBbOiUexGvA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5TseY2XTdoMLYR5k6vXHZvjMtRhCz1fI0jDwA85seVd9jP58T79OSFwrFtys31dKA6DVHq6f23z-vr7P1OJbLn10aD6fk8Ktevw9raJItM_XzFkjeskKRd-nH3f1I-tXaXBjNOX9OlQQYC6Mc5t7iRJv2gl53JpUt9MdxPAs-_LTXCKeA-LPJaA=s3520" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5TseY2XTdoMLYR5k6vXHZvjMtRhCz1fI0jDwA85seVd9jP58T79OSFwrFtys31dKA6DVHq6f23z-vr7P1OJbLn10aD6fk8Ktevw9raJItM_XzFkjeskKRd-nH3f1I-tXaXBjNOX9OlQQYC6Mc5t7iRJv2gl53JpUt9MdxPAs-_LTXCKeA-LPJaA=s320" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aw, he just couldn't get up over this high jump. But he certainly tried!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyW2i54OAuBTTUprPKFx0YFfI-VHiXxzUgiGTLqvlQDaidcFcXDSUDE7kswe_ryw1aDfukKg7zLdyQoTJp61lEeq69O2ITi-GxT222NE9oB1-K1tNHmPq0E0iaqFeaIGK3yXx3i12vhdRFe1n8PamvhPKGeEtB6C5_I4lY_5KNgj75_NIQ6CWvuA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjyW2i54OAuBTTUprPKFx0YFfI-VHiXxzUgiGTLqvlQDaidcFcXDSUDE7kswe_ryw1aDfukKg7zLdyQoTJp61lEeq69O2ITi-GxT222NE9oB1-K1tNHmPq0E0iaqFeaIGK3yXx3i12vhdRFe1n8PamvhPKGeEtB6C5_I4lY_5KNgj75_NIQ6CWvuA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That was quick! We haven't had much rain, but these grew quickly!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgu_xfg3Speme5fqTJPGFvpWUEDGugWdzWSBW507ZH7C5COdB_mcZR3P3KwAnm37Btn8Kc8lSB7rYq8n0NiyDK3R7OHFFIOScqo6_NBBwnoIeDGBTRfA8r_67Udjq9Ri90od9REa11W_13EJ8jBpgBW2b1lpyl3J1fW8gYHRqYzD6jGeYp5vegEmA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgu_xfg3Speme5fqTJPGFvpWUEDGugWdzWSBW507ZH7C5COdB_mcZR3P3KwAnm37Btn8Kc8lSB7rYq8n0NiyDK3R7OHFFIOScqo6_NBBwnoIeDGBTRfA8r_67Udjq9Ri90od9REa11W_13EJ8jBpgBW2b1lpyl3J1fW8gYHRqYzD6jGeYp5vegEmA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blooms already? I think these need to grow a bit bigger first. Hm,...<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Friday - Close All Tabs?</p><p>- I wish I was a computer that could just close all tabs at once. But I'm not. I do tend to freeze up when there are too many tabs open, however. And today, I just wanted to stare at a blank wall and think about nothing. Don't try to put any new information into my brain today. No podcasts, no articles, no Facebook, no people, no lyrics, no books, no nothing. Like I've been taught about kids, they get to a certain point of the year and they literally run out of RAM and you can't stuff any more information in them. You have to stop the school year. They need to let their subconscious process the information and assimilate it. And that's where I'm at this week. Too much information was front loaded this week and I had no time to fully switch gears and assimilate it before the next thing happened. And my CPU burnt out. And now I just need to stare at blank walls because I'm "loosing my stuffin's" as my friend Kellie says. </p><p>- The kids wanted to get together today and I was being indecisive so Kellie made a decision and hopped in the car and came anyway. I'm glad she did. I wanted to be alone and not on my best behavior in front of a friend, but I actually didn't need to be alone. I needed to process. Kellie is good for that. And she shares with me that makes me feel normal. So I feel better. And I'm happier to know the kids still got to see each other and I didn't get in the way of that because I'm in a mood. That's not fair to them. So, I'm much better now. That, and I took a shower. The weekly shower where I actually wash my hair. Someday I'll wash up more than once a week again. Summer is coming and I'll actually want to. I'm not sweaty enough right now. But that's another story. </p><p>- The day started with Grandpa reminding us about Bible class. Justin thankfully got on first at 9. Keturah was grumping about sleeping in but um, getting up at 9 is sleeping in for 95% of the world, plus she's slept in until 10 and 11am all week, so there's no room to gripe. I was hoping for a no contact with the outside world type of a day, but oh well. Keturah opted to use zoom, so she did. Grandpa was at home though. Abishai also wanted to use zoom. That means, he had to read his entire Bible story TO Grandpa and he DID! Oh, I was so proud of him! Do you remember in the summer and fall when Gandpa was wondering when Abishai would learn to read (although Abishai could read simple words just fine)? Fast forward 6 months and Abishai has learned most of Abeka's "special" sounds and can read I'm guessing on a 2nd grade reading level. See, Grandpa, trust the process, and trust me, who has taught the other 3 how to read very well. There was nothing to worry about. Abishai was never actually behind either. Not at all. It wasn't even that something needed to click. We just hadn't gotten to those blends yet. Abishai is even reading magazines and books on his own already, so he's getting in extra practice, too. So, Grandpa class got done and then it was back to finishing what we didn't do on Thursday.</p><p>- We finished that, but it was slow going. And finished history. I took my shower. Then Kellie and Kya came. Then Kellie left. Abishai trolled Kya and Justin. I made spaghetti and meatballs. Jared arrived late. Jared played a round or two with Abishai and put him to bed. Then he took Kya home. He read with Keturah. Then normal bedtimes for everyone else. Huge thunderstorms predicted tonight. Jared had secured everything last night from the downspouts to the sandbox. Tomorrow it's supposed to rain all day, so we'll catch up with more indoors stuff tomorrow. Taxes, budget, talking. Maybe a movie. Maybe I'll cross stitch and listen to some podcasts on health and not listen to stuff on Ukraine. Or find something non political related but about just about Biblical teaching. Or again, just homeschool related but not the politics associated about it. Just the mechanics. I don't know. That's my problem. I don't have a to do list with deadlines. I'm a bit lost. I still can't wrap my head around what needs to be done. Maybe I can do that tonight while I'm still awake enough. </p><p>- Here comes the storm and Jared and Justin aren't back yet. I hope Justin isn't driving. He usually drives back for the practice. And he needs practice in the rain, but this is really, really stormy out there. lightning, thunder, downpours. On the dark back roads where there are lots of pot holes is not a smart place for a new driver to be. Sigh. Praying them home safely.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhvFYk84lVE2lT5P-WHvlMEmyeVB6LeEr9Q4rGHvliOqbbciuZ1t7xp1n0YujV-bwY_QzMZHXk9XeCKK9NTWgzJFHJQLkoPvdI5S6xdUWCZmJI4W9yDT7k-EBIYgI87NFPmRbqrqO0r2iQu62qB5fs8R3dO373_FviZxA-SzaSelCjaUWUPq5wg/s4032/IMG_1815.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhvFYk84lVE2lT5P-WHvlMEmyeVB6LeEr9Q4rGHvliOqbbciuZ1t7xp1n0YujV-bwY_QzMZHXk9XeCKK9NTWgzJFHJQLkoPvdI5S6xdUWCZmJI4W9yDT7k-EBIYgI87NFPmRbqrqO0r2iQu62qB5fs8R3dO373_FviZxA-SzaSelCjaUWUPq5wg/s320/IMG_1815.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I see the blooms on the daffodils but the stalks are so small this year! I guess we haven't had much rain. But these seem unusually small.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMvaXsR_qiTWer6EUhUbnjiW2NedHKjxXobbbMngHz617KjOE57yW1VKWP-n_2pGxVu6N9JHnmL8mPSWKKg1AC0uU752tNU4n03bEvmuwws3cTPAIqamEDwMu-IvhXoVUQ12N1P1ZoJhzTiFLLynkgeh7pB3ikYMpgGWihN3PB-U-MWWmvlR0Gw/s4032/IMG_1816.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMvaXsR_qiTWer6EUhUbnjiW2NedHKjxXobbbMngHz617KjOE57yW1VKWP-n_2pGxVu6N9JHnmL8mPSWKKg1AC0uU752tNU4n03bEvmuwws3cTPAIqamEDwMu-IvhXoVUQ12N1P1ZoJhzTiFLLynkgeh7pB3ikYMpgGWihN3PB-U-MWWmvlR0Gw/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZIDC4LYwKTUe3A4_92pr4XQgxGulBjWmhxCbQkvWXRJENta_MGA-t9KshoY1By5Vr0kDcQ3HF1Rc9dSdTZ_zlSDF1xZD2_Gw1KxQbq6xGN3GLGY-DPyUkuKH15t84qIQaT2soSnfNIZk9BthMeZWBBW04BSkgAEWtXHx-ptgAlWwwZZ4qKHfow/s1792/IMG_1817.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhZIDC4LYwKTUe3A4_92pr4XQgxGulBjWmhxCbQkvWXRJENta_MGA-t9KshoY1By5Vr0kDcQ3HF1Rc9dSdTZ_zlSDF1xZD2_Gw1KxQbq6xGN3GLGY-DPyUkuKH15t84qIQaT2soSnfNIZk9BthMeZWBBW04BSkgAEWtXHx-ptgAlWwwZZ4qKHfow/w296-h640/IMG_1817.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey look! Trojan Horse was in my crossword puzzle today!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD31mJM7D6M37eZPY7J57GE7lIFgj5POnPQHhlVOsuM60kbiMtDzCbuqFWgNLSYZrKYVD3CDm5FYcJavzVnr5CIwSS5xJD06qASFdSWvkKyOMTxdYQVTqGPxu5t5MAjaXvdTB548wucv2DD1oSY9KcCt8603_rWMAGiCKKcdPGLu_tx2P1fJEIMg/s3520/IMG_1818.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD31mJM7D6M37eZPY7J57GE7lIFgj5POnPQHhlVOsuM60kbiMtDzCbuqFWgNLSYZrKYVD3CDm5FYcJavzVnr5CIwSS5xJD06qASFdSWvkKyOMTxdYQVTqGPxu5t5MAjaXvdTB548wucv2DD1oSY9KcCt8603_rWMAGiCKKcdPGLu_tx2P1fJEIMg/w360-h640/IMG_1818.JPG" width="360" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reading to Grandpa via Zoom, although Grandpa is literally a few 100 yds away in his house. Technology!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6ixxt92KkWbAFZV2DozxW6w5_B1otx-LNxbOG_iAjyXEnt6iNUN5nLGiGKLGLH4j7_xhhzMEVZNx8lKRkqQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz6vxGq_fhD1txmim_mTxYceRWhjcuKuxz8hESj31egHXfNZcUJtKELwA4IVpUjxX_6DTn5BnCwaRU6ahsL-Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiv-ZQR5joV5ctm06jcZIFdLV8LISJQCoY8zcRnSlRBZHUJCl6PQe5Q0dCk8ofPfAcWToyfLEoA7YvRUGd1WjyFDjsQl7xuG4I__oraKiVflX98-fkWpX9qReIIOmBbgSWi1sxqshMgvz7sEzfR5a08jUVqMk_096GKsjPiHKCmWhHysdriQlPA/s4032/IMG_1821.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFiv-ZQR5joV5ctm06jcZIFdLV8LISJQCoY8zcRnSlRBZHUJCl6PQe5Q0dCk8ofPfAcWToyfLEoA7YvRUGd1WjyFDjsQl7xuG4I__oraKiVflX98-fkWpX9qReIIOmBbgSWi1sxqshMgvz7sEzfR5a08jUVqMk_096GKsjPiHKCmWhHysdriQlPA/s320/IMG_1821.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went outside to check on the sandbox and Daddy had already properly covered it before the rainstorms. But Abishai thought he just had to have the goggles on because they looked cool. And yes, he's skirting my rule of using your own shoes and boots with socks by wearing Daddys' oversized waterporoof boots. Ewwww.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Saturday - Not Rainy, but Gloomy</p><p>- Gloomy outside, so what can we get done inside? Well, it wasn't planned but I did go ahead and look for Jared's missing white toe sock because I felt I had enough energy to bend done and move things around in the bedroom. It wasn't there. It's been missing for well over a year, so I'm done looking for it now. He'll have to use his new pair of white ones he got two Christmases ago. Oh well. And, there were a ton of Socks' hair dust bunnies, so, I went ahead and vaccumed all of those. I have no idea how we get all those tumbleweeds when he's not in our room that much. So, our floor and under the bed are now clean again. So much dandruff and dust and dog hair collects in our room. There's not even that much floor space. I just don't know how it gets there, but it bothers me a ton. So that's done.</p><p>- Then I finished my mini project of cleaning up the half bath little shelf. The kids moved their toothbrushes into the big bathroom, so I'm the only one who does it in the little bathroom anymore. So, it was a good time to clean out that shelf which was full of toothpaste droppings, unused, but out of the package so they are now dirty kid floss picks, old toothbrushes, etc. Now I have just my stuff on one side and stuff that guests might find handy on the other side. Ah, it feels good to have an area that is ready for guests. I might start the big bathroom not next weekend because I will start the IAHE newsletter, but probably the week after perhaps? Because I'm chomping at the bit to do it. But today I had to finish the taxes and send those out because I have less than a month to finish them. Yikes!</p><p>- Jared was late coming home last night because he went to Home Depot. I knew he was buying a cedar plant to took some salmon on, but the bill was much higher than that. I though, oh no, I hope it's for some nonsense project and I didn't want to be even more mad at me. But then he called Keturah to help him and wouldn't tell the rest of us what they were going to work on. But I have a sneaky suspicion that it is a target for Keturah's bow and arrow. That would be awesome if Jared fulfilled that promise on time. He's getting better and better at following through instead of procrastinating, but I will probably always be doubtful of his ability to get things done in a timely matter that don't have a set deadline.</p><p> - The taxes got SENT today! Wahoo! And the amount is right in the middle of our average refunds and our highest refund, which was last year. So, I'm crossing my fingers it's all correct. I double checked all the funky W-2's and hoping that this "astounding" new accountant of e2's knows what he's doing and this is the final rendition of what paychecks and W-2's really should look like and how HSA's should be handled and other benefits. And, I put all the other weird things like those government handouts in the right places so they can't blame me if it's weird. I went through every screen that showed up and double checked. And then off it went. Now, the hard part is convincing Jared what we will do with it once it's in the bank account again. Because it went so horribly wrong last year and we still really didn't settle that argument. Maybe it's my turn to go withdraw cash and set it aside for the bathroom repairs. And then pay off as much as we can of anything else or put it in retirement or whatever. I don't know. Emergency funds somewhere. Because inflation is high, interest rates are going up, and I'm not a happy camper about any of it. </p><p>- The day ended blah after that. Jared made food for the kids and himself after he took a nap without a word to me. I made my own supper and tried to get rid of the pain in my back. My back and hip nerves have decided to go all haywire to the point of putting me in tears again. And now I'm tired from a late night and working hard this morning and the emotional exhaustion of hard relationships. But, tomorrow is another day, and I have a plan for tomorrow and the week and I am caught up and ready to go. My piles are smaller and I can get to the next little project or big project. I even bought a little mending thing kit off of FB advertising so I can mend my wool socks and possibly my jeans with some fun stitching work. I'd like to go work on cross stitch while I watch a TV show because I'm even caught up on my video games, but we'll see. My puzzle is too complicated and fustrating especially at night and I don't want to lean over because of my back. And I could try to listen to something, but I also might fall asleep. We'll see. I could sleep right now at 9pm as well. I'm that tired. Hopefully the sun while shine tomorrow.<br /></p><p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiKUpZAPE3CGGBObLPDP_m72rGd8wYJQQMoIe31HAXHKdfZ2ze-Dso1WEC-EqivWA15RioB6pH00ULEbvrRa6xxUOmjBO-lBw5Wchj-ERg6Qn1t81CXu1uyNYLddzDPmyNT9BQp0BeC7cccSt1nEfuHzUFD0gYgwCF5Bdafk02uRTw0XA5tqL9w/s4032/IMG_1822.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOiKUpZAPE3CGGBObLPDP_m72rGd8wYJQQMoIe31HAXHKdfZ2ze-Dso1WEC-EqivWA15RioB6pH00ULEbvrRa6xxUOmjBO-lBw5Wchj-ERg6Qn1t81CXu1uyNYLddzDPmyNT9BQp0BeC7cccSt1nEfuHzUFD0gYgwCF5Bdafk02uRTw0XA5tqL9w/s320/IMG_1822.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's clean! If I can convince Jared to buy an actual towel rack so we can stop hanging the towel over the edge of this door that is supposed to close and seal off this little shelf, then I can just take off this door. It's such a small thing, but $20 is $20 plus the frustration of putting it on the wall. I know, but Jared hates doing these things. And I'm not handy enough to do it without messing it up. Plus he ws going to try and build something for this bathroom and I stopped him. I just want a hanging one like I have for the kitchen towels. Simple. White. Nothing special. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hvSFRzebBi734-7R4L_zftKiejVgpUwB9jDCMOFwdev8D-SFhjwM7rVMyIaUb_A4KItWTh9cAhRa6TFopHxugRPyI0LniOr1uP4eKZevYrVDKd1_qNGpJks7HvPNQDsBp-gFIvZ1lHjzBOSSR7fipcVMKE6OWhX6aJfeDer5Bfq-PP7SSMiGUA/s4032/IMG_1823.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-hvSFRzebBi734-7R4L_zftKiejVgpUwB9jDCMOFwdev8D-SFhjwM7rVMyIaUb_A4KItWTh9cAhRa6TFopHxugRPyI0LniOr1uP4eKZevYrVDKd1_qNGpJks7HvPNQDsBp-gFIvZ1lHjzBOSSR7fipcVMKE6OWhX6aJfeDer5Bfq-PP7SSMiGUA/s320/IMG_1823.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guest side has individually packaged glass wipes, kid floss picks because they were free and they are individually wrapped, plus adult floss (adult floss picks are in the cupboard, and lotion.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYlIdxuKwjX1VBxD_C9jQXXSHeQZa6xHS3lu8jvZd-pCF-b9ZsiQc9Yaf5HAWOqql8r7NF7g8ApnTkAX6b6SY6G0okNEW6m61dQzLC369QW-vLTaVUm_YFkRPkwfQIrmoCV_isTzgZdeQHuf9V3DA2bAZFBsfQSRWOiNB3DDRIEMR16HA8HbEFQ/s4032/IMG_1825.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjYlIdxuKwjX1VBxD_C9jQXXSHeQZa6xHS3lu8jvZd-pCF-b9ZsiQc9Yaf5HAWOqql8r7NF7g8ApnTkAX6b6SY6G0okNEW6m61dQzLC369QW-vLTaVUm_YFkRPkwfQIrmoCV_isTzgZdeQHuf9V3DA2bAZFBsfQSRWOiNB3DDRIEMR16HA8HbEFQ/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My side has the nail clippers, my toothbrush/paste, and water cup which gets shared way too much between Abishai and I but whatever. We hardly ever get sick.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7pNNig7Tw31utvVtE8SfcP5j1Xt4jv1qUpHvhzqa1OKEIFDtO4kWGQ0NwS0_bEo7a0ane782IvT0Ex948hGeigG1nUkCSHGsIufSELSIGRv-Tiyd3F3_sgCuaehPlPRzFtYfdcn13Qt56LkP3i0OctcMZdJKKFc5ogDzC5avKYXSC71lWoUw0w/s3520/IMG_1826.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7pNNig7Tw31utvVtE8SfcP5j1Xt4jv1qUpHvhzqa1OKEIFDtO4kWGQ0NwS0_bEo7a0ane782IvT0Ex948hGeigG1nUkCSHGsIufSELSIGRv-Tiyd3F3_sgCuaehPlPRzFtYfdcn13Qt56LkP3i0OctcMZdJKKFc5ogDzC5avKYXSC71lWoUw0w/s320/IMG_1826.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We finally let Socks have that big peanut butter jar. We were hoping he would lick it for hours and he would stick his whole nose in. Nope. He licked the inside rim for about 2 minutes and then walked away. What?! You love peanut butter! So I've had this empty jar on the kitchen counter for at least two weeks waiting for all of us to be around to watch him lick it and he doesn't even want to? Punk! Whatever, he's actually my very good boy who knows how to stay clean. Can't blame him. It's his personality. Food is not a top priority. Taking care of his pack is. Goodness I love this dog so much! 24 days until he turns 12!!! <br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6VyGCit1EYtFO3srhfwb4w2agwMYkm6lLomqNpVla5MeWRl9pOi3CUIeDvypVfRSG8tmnLuSO6VOkgqaJzg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx0DA4GFquOCpTW46dSRREgT9I79k_w9VuR_EQZ9uYWT8Tt7wXmdv8crmRWSRonRA9o1t3sBAMILWpi5zYs_Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqBsAC9J_Wcg_PtnL5umGZ23h7ksXUhiXJ1VSjhN-3cOz9Ixa9z8o_X39A4G3HLQugCtDB9jL56qxjUuQqyfhjZWMgpHR7GjlJfB-1FJHaR-hjxb8oUN8FxGs7eYY8zNHSRsqXDwUI1iVWK_RTkLywIc0aY_PX2NUeOj5NRqYz7KKr8hE-aPDtw/s4032/IMG_1829.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqBsAC9J_Wcg_PtnL5umGZ23h7ksXUhiXJ1VSjhN-3cOz9Ixa9z8o_X39A4G3HLQugCtDB9jL56qxjUuQqyfhjZWMgpHR7GjlJfB-1FJHaR-hjxb8oUN8FxGs7eYY8zNHSRsqXDwUI1iVWK_RTkLywIc0aY_PX2NUeOj5NRqYz7KKr8hE-aPDtw/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai and I have been shooed away multiple times. Keturah was about to tell me what they are making when I asked but Daddy shushed her. Alrighty then. Have fun!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbKZ6v-iNtjthETak4SrtpIoEQWJw4CddSZ4EfuwSHn94Hi9jfyTI0JbVe-KGYx2YHGmfwadej_Ozk-hyF2wFlzXqVEeMbATVh0PQXqf74xy669M9qPclwUmAkIfxG3coJg5i_TFeuwLT3SbkWjnQHz6PCzKDMQOaIzuXgadvd3ewlGMbNAFTCQ/s4032/IMG_1831.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlbKZ6v-iNtjthETak4SrtpIoEQWJw4CddSZ4EfuwSHn94Hi9jfyTI0JbVe-KGYx2YHGmfwadej_Ozk-hyF2wFlzXqVEeMbATVh0PQXqf74xy669M9qPclwUmAkIfxG3coJg5i_TFeuwLT3SbkWjnQHz6PCzKDMQOaIzuXgadvd3ewlGMbNAFTCQ/s320/IMG_1831.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I gave Abishai the chalkboard eraser and had him erase the shamrocks (although technically St. Patrick allegedly used them to explain the Trinity so they are a Christian symbol, too) so we could put up Easter things on the board. And then I had him decide on what to put on the board. He drew the crosses, including Jesus' cross being higher than the two "criminals" (he's so cute when he says that word!). I'm not sure what the two people are. Maybe it's Jesus talking to the criminal that went to Heaven with him about the one who went to Hell. I'm not sure. I'll have to ask Abishai tomorrow.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Dq9GKjYVD8OxzaEnbz82bewkPzgFgDWLtYXfz5CFSgmd7bRJ_Rr4twnTyHLSQ_xd3csK6sd_oV1FEDbhwHelbzfXwzAg6_bePiRG28ykcAkJ8emM94rYeWdimNuBs7g2d5D6g4tfIcnjHT5ELXmXDww32-pXIyMkfvwosowScIksrh1SthqPjA/s4032/IMG_1832.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Dq9GKjYVD8OxzaEnbz82bewkPzgFgDWLtYXfz5CFSgmd7bRJ_Rr4twnTyHLSQ_xd3csK6sd_oV1FEDbhwHelbzfXwzAg6_bePiRG28ykcAkJ8emM94rYeWdimNuBs7g2d5D6g4tfIcnjHT5ELXmXDww32-pXIyMkfvwosowScIksrh1SthqPjA/s320/IMG_1832.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's Gary's birthday tomorrow! And we get to have lunch with him on his actual birthday AND we have an actual gift, which is highly unusual for us. So, the kids didn't understand that we actually have to wrap a birthday gift and write a card. Well, we did it all in one. I had Abishai write on the outside of the box. I don't own any birthday wrapping paper because well, I'm horrible at giving gifts and just use gift bags.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFErucUQVzAe8Rn8DfaVjeKwYQGcRGKw7Z6lfSMjEMjNllOC_uvUHSmLPRklOD62RqG7SgqRnkygxxzNFn2FA-ADcKIqKWbiw0zmqKz-2EdsKMTmaELc1bRoPL0ho6XiwoFgVdllH6KuNUIi4pPu5_FnRSGmalE3D0LNfiyIm0jNpFbUelIVl8A/s1792/IMG_1833.PNG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFErucUQVzAe8Rn8DfaVjeKwYQGcRGKw7Z6lfSMjEMjNllOC_uvUHSmLPRklOD62RqG7SgqRnkygxxzNFn2FA-ADcKIqKWbiw0zmqKz-2EdsKMTmaELc1bRoPL0ho6XiwoFgVdllH6KuNUIi4pPu5_FnRSGmalE3D0LNfiyIm0jNpFbUelIVl8A/w296-h640/IMG_1833.PNG" width="296" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC2aIeYGJyU8IU3g2_c_YF5wW9tu7kP0j3OYD20QJoPFJ8XnGji43lqkKpeO1vu5Y1_RWURft4CQJsFuORoBfQLQdOpgRhT958NACPe_aGfcHRPGQVa_jl_pJw4pIT5DfNhovw2gusqYxhPQObzsG9VuZB6nco7aiGo6FmOgGPNQVn5wXDooifg/s4032/IMG_1830.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRC2aIeYGJyU8IU3g2_c_YF5wW9tu7kP0j3OYD20QJoPFJ8XnGji43lqkKpeO1vu5Y1_RWURft4CQJsFuORoBfQLQdOpgRhT958NACPe_aGfcHRPGQVa_jl_pJw4pIT5DfNhovw2gusqYxhPQObzsG9VuZB6nco7aiGo6FmOgGPNQVn5wXDooifg/w300-h400/IMG_1830.JPG" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wahoo! I got it done finalized and sent today! Praise the Lord! It wasn't that complicated. I just need the few hrs last weekend to get it all entered and then a clear head and like 30 minutes this week to finalize it this head to feel confident enough to send it. Definitely not that complicated. Thank goodness. Plug and chug.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Sunday - New Beginnings? Or Failed Old Things?</p><p>- It was a good day for many things. Not so good day with a few things.</p><p>- It was Gary's 66th birthday! So we had fried chicken and cheesy potatoes, green beans, fruit salad, pink stuff, and deviled eggs. Oh and a variety of desserts. Then Leah had a special gift for him - a piece of metal from the grating of the Mackinac Bridge that was saved when they changed all of that out in 2017. And it looked like a cross! Pretty cool! They could have driven over that piece whenever they drove up there over the years, including when we walked over the bridge. So, how fun! And then we had our gift as well. And Aaron and Shauna had sent a card home with Leah. Gary's younger brother Mike called him briefly while we were there for lunch, and I'm sure Ron, his older brother would have called him, too. So, that was normal and fun. The rest of the dinner conversation was fine enough.</p><p>- Benaiah said he's doing fine in school and balancing getting good grades and spending a decent amount of time on his classes while spending enough time with friends, Ava, and church stuff. He says it's not anything he already doesn't know, but I'm sure there's bits and pieces that are knew to him. He'll be fine. He's got it handled. Now I have to handle Justin's Ivy Tech stuff for next stuff. It should be intersting. I have a very open week this week so it's on my agenda to work on it now that our taxes are done. One thing at a time.</p><p>- The weather was gorgeous for the best day of spring. 55 degrees and warm in the sunshine. If only the insides of our hearts and our home were warm and growing. Instead, we continue to be cold and hard hearted and stubborn and name calling and ugly towards one another, and I'm just talked about the adlts in this house </p><p>- So I was glad to escape to a different location for the early evening. I took Keturah and Justin to Kya's youth group, which ended up being where a lot of our homeschool friends go to. It's at New Palestine Bible Church at their old facility. I actually watched both Indian Creek's 9am service and then this church's 10am service and they both have solid Biblical teaching and worship. So, I was happy to hear that. Kellie's pretty pleased with it and has been attending there in the morning and she's ready to jump right in with both eat and go to a woman's Bible study and all the stuff. So that makes me happy. And of course Jared is against any of these things. Justin did alright and Keturah well, she just acted as normal just watching everything. I need to teach her to not lean on her personality as a crutch. Justin said it was a pretty good sermon by Pastor Rex during youth group time and the kids were engaged in the talk. So, that's cool. And the kids can go back next week if they want to and then it's back to regular programming in a couple weeks after that.</p><p>-Oh, and then they will go back to our youth group. And then we will have another time of prayer and praying that mature Believers where I cry out to God for wisdom clarity of thoughts because it's only March and I'm not doing anything right now. We'll see. Jared wants to argue about it, but I want to take it slow and see how this youth group does things.</p><p>- Our youth group is on break because Franklin Township schools are spring break, which I find absurd and all have found absurd. Not everyone travels and you are leaving vulnerable people at home for two weeks. Not a good idea. But whatever. I'm not in charge and you don't' want to hear from me. So I wipe the dust of my sandals on my way out. And that's that. Because I know when and where I'm wanted and when and where I'm not.</p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X37PlL9XTQD84PzLJSV_4ZtN1KOXphKm1pgXj3rVhKCo_vQhT0bKQl5m0BjDrgAX_iQzEtfYLJqy2zUb7C16GQcnxUH4-v56fsrzflPe7QctaPviw7AxD16hnz9lBHY6Ppxm-D23VDVNtrbj2lgNYRrSMb_0AVh26krUCSJ1wSBUfSQBMdai1w/s4032/IMG_0737.JPEG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3X37PlL9XTQD84PzLJSV_4ZtN1KOXphKm1pgXj3rVhKCo_vQhT0bKQl5m0BjDrgAX_iQzEtfYLJqy2zUb7C16GQcnxUH4-v56fsrzflPe7QctaPviw7AxD16hnz9lBHY6Ppxm-D23VDVNtrbj2lgNYRrSMb_0AVh26krUCSJ1wSBUfSQBMdai1w/s320/IMG_0737.JPEG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shauna sent this heated shawl home with Leah for me. I think we had talked about it before, but happy very early birthday present to me! It is perfect for those extra cold nights at my desk!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2-EuroAgEm3OTLelsZK6ORxSxTvl9PbKJ3dJ-e_vxDuwCToo1fKREJOUuV19fgYO_NAa1lPlKwx34oes8PfR10bdVof6SqxKb6dZocBDt6s84EQ17cyVXCPfspp97Ok0YCEAj4dyv6WH-127wkBbxwZFui5iOuUpZPtJoias7cl20m75s0ejVQ/s3520/IMG_1834.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2-EuroAgEm3OTLelsZK6ORxSxTvl9PbKJ3dJ-e_vxDuwCToo1fKREJOUuV19fgYO_NAa1lPlKwx34oes8PfR10bdVof6SqxKb6dZocBDt6s84EQ17cyVXCPfspp97Ok0YCEAj4dyv6WH-127wkBbxwZFui5iOuUpZPtJoias7cl20m75s0ejVQ/s320/IMG_1834.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keturah got to light Grandpa's birthday candle.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzbyat45R7YAviQzhY3wC9WPZCbP-uaXy4HJNDYVg8dGyutT7p23GQ_9FPCt6yiSjCH2Bh01udcD3ZTDc8Pbw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69fBlThaCFxPRum2jhvZcWSdK1p2pB0e8p2eUBB7Se5l5_vbFv4BqRD0RDPqY5hFWPiThs9O8R29FNP7mr8cKLqBQCbhEyhv3vYFxAll_pHis-NNOzE2mmNxSG7Ony8nC6MOT-fdfjqDc3qC53_Lr-kFi7-TcqhudxoDF2oRN_9-HyUwUJxmHfQ/s3520/IMG_1837.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3520" data-original-width="1980" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69fBlThaCFxPRum2jhvZcWSdK1p2pB0e8p2eUBB7Se5l5_vbFv4BqRD0RDPqY5hFWPiThs9O8R29FNP7mr8cKLqBQCbhEyhv3vYFxAll_pHis-NNOzE2mmNxSG7Ony8nC6MOT-fdfjqDc3qC53_Lr-kFi7-TcqhudxoDF2oRN_9-HyUwUJxmHfQ/s320/IMG_1837.JPG" width="180" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Leah had a bunch of leftover desserts so that's what everybody had for Gary's birthday "cake." So he just had one candle to blow out this year instead of 66 candles he really needed, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqTGLQmFCjLFhDMr2P-mHg-6jEMjPeFkeMyTHqkyajevdU0sM3PGEu6JGJKnxLvDksNUzVOJwWzwlWXhKBxQ3XRKcUWEREt8CkECI1GTvELzC6Rp5v-JoLarD8Lom2m5VetqfaUTvYB6FEIc8GxSf7k5ZerXSLqtBm-vmuykRfWz1dg5aCoPD1Q/s1792/IMG_1842.PNG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqTGLQmFCjLFhDMr2P-mHg-6jEMjPeFkeMyTHqkyajevdU0sM3PGEu6JGJKnxLvDksNUzVOJwWzwlWXhKBxQ3XRKcUWEREt8CkECI1GTvELzC6Rp5v-JoLarD8Lom2m5VetqfaUTvYB6FEIc8GxSf7k5ZerXSLqtBm-vmuykRfWz1dg5aCoPD1Q/w296-h640/IMG_1842.PNG" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nearly 12 hrs of sunshine on the spring equinox. I wonder if tomorrow will get us closer to the 12 hr mark. We are at the end of the time zone though, so that might mess us app a little on the time marker. It was also a balmy 55 degrees today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzp0PCGelWcDSE3AO5CiBHd6kkBtzV0OXYSQnJEBJ9KPC1azLTNHD1Bngh7tz3Sf86ZfDPUk8ugqsEGnvcVCyE0gHmRMQ3AEVq5QsjAqR29qR-ne6S-M9_uuoMkQcc19aveOIb2yZ6oXLGr934du3sLg6DjJ0l4wgAO71WK1QgwNmqD9xNQ-suw/s4032/IMG_1843.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzp0PCGelWcDSE3AO5CiBHd6kkBtzV0OXYSQnJEBJ9KPC1azLTNHD1Bngh7tz3Sf86ZfDPUk8ugqsEGnvcVCyE0gHmRMQ3AEVq5QsjAqR29qR-ne6S-M9_uuoMkQcc19aveOIb2yZ6oXLGr934du3sLg6DjJ0l4wgAO71WK1QgwNmqD9xNQ-suw/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dinner of champions, fig newtons and goldfish.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1338712079378967462.post-49732798576380545832022-03-13T23:10:00.003-03:002022-03-13T23:10:43.712-03:00Year 7, March 7th-13th, 2022: No Time to Record History<p> Monday - If Monday was an animal....</p><p>- Today's Monday animal would be a tiger. Oh my word, what a day. I pushed hard to keep everything together and keep Abishai and I focused and nope, nada, zilch, nil, zero, we still couldn't do it. I wanted him to work while I was getting breakfast, but he refused. So I skipped out on my regular breakfast carbs and only drank my tea with collagen protein. Big mistake. I was fine for awhile, but then my sugars tanked. So I ate two truffles to quickly bring them up. Then I saw a banana and peanut butter, and I must have eaten too much peanut butter because I was rushing and the nearly empty stomach, combined with my noon meds and the chocolate and banana/peanut butter landed me on the couch in a fetal position for 30 minutes. Which put us even further behind because it doesn't matter how many times you call a person, they still won't come. Abishai gets severely distracted. I can't walk away from him at all anymore. I'm going to try to ignore everything and sit with him at the table, no special privileges of sitting in the living room, and not get up to do any housework or get more food or anything else for myself, until we are done or I determine we need a break/lunch. We do that at ASL and it does work much better, so surely it can help at home. After that, I'm pretty much done. It's time to talk to the PCP. I'm over it. My own ADHD can't handle it. </p><p>- Then Keturah got up late, spent an hour on her phone, which wasn't supposed to be in her possession, and didn't start homework until 10:30. So when she wasn't done when I wanted her to be, she started huffing and she was also hangry. This was about when I was having my stomach troubles. The dog stayed out too long and his paws were nasty, so she got a bucket of water to clean them. Well, Socks stepped on the bowl and water went everywhere. I still couldn't get up to help her, so she had to manage the clean up on her own. She did a very good job, thankfully. Then she went to have lunch.</p><p>- By this time, I had 30 minutes left before picking up Justin. I still needed to eat something solid, aka, complex carbs, because I had a chiro appt right after getting Justin. I had no time to fix Abishai's mess of not finding his pencil, not knowing what to do on his homework, or listen to him read. Therefore, he couldn't have screen time while I was at the chiro.</p><p>- I ended up blocking all of the kids' devices while I was gone because Justin as well hadn't touched his math much last week, and therefore he would be "behind" this week if we had started the book at the beginning of the year, so I needed to come down hard on him as well for ignoring me. He could get more lunch and then work on schoolwork until I get back. No one has to be on a screen at 3. When Abishai realized he still didn't get his screen time, despite finishing with me during the few minutes I was home between picking up Justin and leaving again, he cried. Normally I would compromise because I'm at fault, too, but not today. Today, I hustled, and because I hustled, and didn't care of my physical needs for the proper food, I suffered big time. It does not take 4 hrs to do 1st grade work, even if you account for lunch and potty breaks. Every time I had set him up to do something, he would just stare blankly at it, and then leave when I went to do something else. He knows better than that. </p><p>- And you know what? No one died from lack of screen time this afternoon. Justin was done when I got home, so I let him on. Keturah still had to do vocabulary with me, which was a leftover from last week. She wasn't supposed to have any phone privileges all weekend until she did it with me, but, I'm not always available, so I typically don't hold that over her on Sundays. She was busy on Saturday so she wasn't on her phone that much. Abishai had very little time anyway, before he started getting read for Tang Soo so it wasn't worth letting him on and pulling him off when I was rushing to get food put together for dinner. So both Abishai and Keturah weren't released. Plus I had told Keturah to break up the overcooked meat so I could just put it in a skillet when I got home. Well, she didn't because she was reading, and then forgot that she needed to do her Bible class stuff for today, and did that instead. She totally either forgot or she totally lied and didn't want to do it. I made her stop what she was doing and help me. And then, she didn't push hard enough and ended up throwing away half of the meat! I had to fish it out of the trash can and rinse it off before picking it apart myself!</p><p>- Yeah, it was THAT kind of Monday. And then Jared wants to sit down to watch a show. What he doesn't realize is that I haven't been on the computer at all and I haven't checked email for 6 hrs. And I hadn't had any down time at all since waking up. So I did settle down after cleaning up after supper and going over Keturah's vocabulary to snuggle up with my blankie on my couch to eat my supper in peace and quiet. Yes, despite not eating well, and being really hungry, I managed to make dinner, and clean up dinner putting it all away before eating mine. I had finally gotten to make my daily cup of coffee at 4:30pm instead of my usual 3pm so I think the caffeine had helped stave off the hunger a bit longer. Much easier to eat in peace than in the chaos anyway.</p><p>- I really needed to and wanted to sort puzzle pieces on my new puzzle but I needed my hands to eat! So I listened to yet another 30 minutes of a podcast that well, is right wing conservative to the extreme, or rather almost self righteous "look at godly I am" kind of Christian than it isn't. Today's podcast was on Christian colleges, and in this since, not just our schools but any college that has a primary goal of Bible knowledge and producing preachers, so that includes all denominations, and some of the statements on there were a little whacko. This person has a new book out that the advertises right in the middle of every episode, too. And this person is also a guest speaker on an online conference that the IAHE sent an email about today, which I decided to sign up for and purchase the "listen forever" option because I know I won't listen to them all in 3 days. I didn't realize who sponsored the online homeschool conference until right before I hit payment. Yup, the parent company of this guy. Oh boy. There's at least two dozen speakers, so I'll be anxious to hear the rest of it. It's about the FUTURE of homeschooling. Yeah, the one thing I've been harping on in the last month and how we need to retool or we will get left behind. Well, not so much retool, we have the technology and things to offer, but rather the training of our minds in how to deal with what's next. So, I'm anxious to hear if what I've been seeing and feeling and thinking are the right things according to the "experts." I recognize a handful of the speakers, but I really don't know the rest, which could be a really great thing OR it's because they are ultra conservatives I wouldn't follow anyway. Based on the speakers I do know, it's not looking promising. It's one thing about being careful stewards and holding to high standards and your mission, but it's another when that becomes your idol and you become self righteous. And I get pretty close to that line all the time. I do hope there's some insight to lots of data about who makes up the homeschool community at large and what their needs are. Or, because it's for everyone else, too, perhaps some speakers will talk about things related to curriculum chooses or family life or the usual things you might see at a conference. I don't know, and I won't know for 4 more weeks when they release it.</p><p>- At least Jared said some super important words to me in the very brief moments we had at dinner time (he didn't even take off his coat and shoes), that I have been praying for and begging for years and years. After days like today, when I'm overwhelmed and he comes home, and I start to spew, all I've ever wanted to hear was, "You're a good mom." I got a hug, too. Those words and physical touch is all that it takes to take me off the ledge. I felt like my cry for help, for pity, for assurance that I've done my best today with who I am and who my kids are, is enough. That's all. I'm resilient. My kids are resilient. We all lived with less screen time today. Tomorrow is a new day. We can do it all again. But this time, with more prayer, because THAT'S why I forgot this morning!</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKlwpcXMXXnKWsPdCcpBWbK7OrsGeXtQXOynb1SRwTx2MA-uHpwN2lU2EC-_0MtepttMOE1Cai62dyRM-NxaJPzeXvwu_MUQ0sCYKW52nkoyMGBlbEh0SsAj8jItKoR-THuJ9l2lBIwJY-pmSLOYqtGP0mx-nKXcKDW8xOL6ieEJmogaP-lNIJcg=s1080" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="1080" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKlwpcXMXXnKWsPdCcpBWbK7OrsGeXtQXOynb1SRwTx2MA-uHpwN2lU2EC-_0MtepttMOE1Cai62dyRM-NxaJPzeXvwu_MUQ0sCYKW52nkoyMGBlbEh0SsAj8jItKoR-THuJ9l2lBIwJY-pmSLOYqtGP0mx-nKXcKDW8xOL6ieEJmogaP-lNIJcg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hey, now, that was my college GPA, I take offense to that! Actually, as of tonight, March 7th, at 10pm, gas prices have skyrocketed to $4.25 a gallon! I have NEVER seen it this high in the states. I really think all those sanctions that were put on Russia only made Putin laugh. It has dropped the value of their currency and now oil prices went up, in theory, or in part, do to the threat that Russia will destroy a pipeline or something. Actually, we don't need Russia's oil. But good grief! $4.25! That's like a full DOLLAR from this time last week. Unbelievable!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKXVuzLNPDS_uN9FhzEc201b6VM9pZqlt4wbGysbd86KDreaCaFcYaGqpz8Wy6FwlEVFsD_fB92XwkLhxCW-sh4pXzNfuCb-ma0AeijylgsjPE94vXg-TygmxFiCM6Wc4_eRMWbAkANzBZTz-n-WuCiSU9b-Vv_5o_dONXFNZYLkv4Ozo4zvzqoQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKXVuzLNPDS_uN9FhzEc201b6VM9pZqlt4wbGysbd86KDreaCaFcYaGqpz8Wy6FwlEVFsD_fB92XwkLhxCW-sh4pXzNfuCb-ma0AeijylgsjPE94vXg-TygmxFiCM6Wc4_eRMWbAkANzBZTz-n-WuCiSU9b-Vv_5o_dONXFNZYLkv4Ozo4zvzqoQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, these were the nasty storms that went through last night (hence the 1:22 am). There was a tornado warning north of the city, which means a tornado was spotted. I guess we'll have more sticks to pick up once the temperatures warm up again. The storms brought the temperatures down a lot, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqX2cSYXRhY1PjleZxSEddwDsD0G_F6WTGmeCU2_fpXD0bEG7mvOCqDLgMtvumakZUAdBnT2rN3hN8JsXlUTymQgAB_KTGcd22lgc0LLW6z8Hi4GPBoQWhPu2_1bnOHCJrLsZCqyawYJgWpoq4pfTVXX-9bsQno8T24X4Qkb-ApaHcGkFAPRxqYA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiqX2cSYXRhY1PjleZxSEddwDsD0G_F6WTGmeCU2_fpXD0bEG7mvOCqDLgMtvumakZUAdBnT2rN3hN8JsXlUTymQgAB_KTGcd22lgc0LLW6z8Hi4GPBoQWhPu2_1bnOHCJrLsZCqyawYJgWpoq4pfTVXX-9bsQno8T24X4Qkb-ApaHcGkFAPRxqYA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I woke up to Abishai saying, "Mom, come quick! There's ducks trying to make a nest in our front yard!" Jared and Abishai had spotted the pair as Jared was getting in the van to leave for work. They stayed real quiet so the ducks wouldn't fly away. I had to angle my phone out right next to the glass off the door in order to get these photos. We couldn't see the ducks ourselves.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxbssB30YgtdcUi1CaD1VM69hmhPiTiIi4RDaxmYYAHlCBKr9naBXIsHdxLBVvSrv2s8q_O61VUjMW0nplwPg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiV7DhkWPE2sF9VOtHnNrn8wb6xH-ukshUvkA4yY66topKXVyWWC63p-ujGRMY0YkwSHLzNUQSfi2BwxMP14IPJSYiF5m4JGiHtCLdpReJicCQTLjKewLTEYIN7wQeBbjrkDq_EejA_jlY75u7cSJKefSO0fP1bUs9nLrdr3XFduH6oHMv815q2w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhiV7DhkWPE2sF9VOtHnNrn8wb6xH-ukshUvkA4yY66topKXVyWWC63p-ujGRMY0YkwSHLzNUQSfi2BwxMP14IPJSYiF5m4JGiHtCLdpReJicCQTLjKewLTEYIN7wQeBbjrkDq_EejA_jlY75u7cSJKefSO0fP1bUs9nLrdr3XFduH6oHMv815q2w=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, they didn't decide that the flower bed was perfect for building a nest yet. But you could tell they were sort of wandering in search of something. They checked out the old tree stump near the neighbor's house and then waddled over their driveway and into their yard. Abishai wouldn't let Socks out until we knew the duckies wouldn't be scared. Mallard ducks are pretty robust animals. And I just love the colors on the male duck. I can recognize it easily because I grew up with a lot of mallards and loons around in NH with all of it's real forests.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGNgnqVUBTUCS0f6CV43ny2Ly0M2hI76ChUGQGLyhxSx2lNppliThgOq6yhECS28jyZmNv2jrUuNU4LSs_ZkVU3Nch7-PMcdd8lT16an94riy_JudRwzzEbtn-FLu_nyl9TfZFr28xZ5yZh57CkibB4hRfHBOKx-aaMn1_gMiUYRsGL-zJ66N0rA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGNgnqVUBTUCS0f6CV43ny2Ly0M2hI76ChUGQGLyhxSx2lNppliThgOq6yhECS28jyZmNv2jrUuNU4LSs_ZkVU3Nch7-PMcdd8lT16an94riy_JudRwzzEbtn-FLu_nyl9TfZFr28xZ5yZh57CkibB4hRfHBOKx-aaMn1_gMiUYRsGL-zJ66N0rA=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One reason why Keturah didn't want to get up out of bed. Yes, she's "spooning" the dog, aka, sleeping parallel to him. And yes, sideways instead of lengthways, which they also do. I don't know what we'll do when Socks is gone because Keturah is going to be very cold and lonely at night.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbGBHBDvEgtdyz-RtFfYaQmvV865YPieS6F1smBuV_gZwpJmMdiy_Cuhr2B1U9uNtH7-QT4oBALOuXSEzRXbFVe0vF7OhsFVTLa0xD3lb4WDlP0m2MyUHVJRDJGIFoecVUfYu6Ll8hAj_sqlZNe5gwYy76B0HE-bosRKdYvkKI9ijWrUxIGHvEPQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbGBHBDvEgtdyz-RtFfYaQmvV865YPieS6F1smBuV_gZwpJmMdiy_Cuhr2B1U9uNtH7-QT4oBALOuXSEzRXbFVe0vF7OhsFVTLa0xD3lb4WDlP0m2MyUHVJRDJGIFoecVUfYu6Ll8hAj_sqlZNe5gwYy76B0HE-bosRKdYvkKI9ijWrUxIGHvEPQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I did NOT need to see this or realize this. We could be easily invaded by Russians. Now, there aren't a lot of ports and people up in those regions on either side. I'm sure both have some armament though. And missiles can go for miles and miles before striking. this is way too scary for me. I've got friends up there in Alaska, too. No where is safe.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcUWfSPOucrLiqDnzsxvoF9YiHeY371Wu31y0EiAxNICMGu4_kjaO9NPiJFsSS_EZCahU4_O8sXrfujkBo7LG4U6ps_17SBCl6F5tERLPZ4_EpoE_moFrzJVf-BCPKXvKnPv5ZZe5Vcdq9JfzJyTnUUZ6wpLgQfJKTDmRSAbJWIDbiQJYB3bekMA=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhcUWfSPOucrLiqDnzsxvoF9YiHeY371Wu31y0EiAxNICMGu4_kjaO9NPiJFsSS_EZCahU4_O8sXrfujkBo7LG4U6ps_17SBCl6F5tERLPZ4_EpoE_moFrzJVf-BCPKXvKnPv5ZZe5Vcdq9JfzJyTnUUZ6wpLgQfJKTDmRSAbJWIDbiQJYB3bekMA=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I can't wait to pick up one of these on Sunday. None of my crew noticed they were available, and I only saw it mentioned here on Instagram. Sigh. Sometimes I'd like to give some advice on how to run your social media platform, but I would probably not be listened to.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBswNQFs7MfBLIf5wFtJSXxBmYmAlkL9xyrQ5SQdX87VfZNGFjsfBkydhWRjno4x5xFSeM4Mc0UNoIQPfTLZvPsg3onFZqxHK-PGYj76_iBMFKYZnON6UbeluDL2jVzXbACx6G7S-xEeAxrFD24f6ysfB0QRqy1ioxbY0LZcBRxnI09RVj71j6WQ=s500" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="442" data-original-width="500" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBswNQFs7MfBLIf5wFtJSXxBmYmAlkL9xyrQ5SQdX87VfZNGFjsfBkydhWRjno4x5xFSeM4Mc0UNoIQPfTLZvPsg3onFZqxHK-PGYj76_iBMFKYZnON6UbeluDL2jVzXbACx6G7S-xEeAxrFD24f6ysfB0QRqy1ioxbY0LZcBRxnI09RVj71j6WQ=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Actually, I took this screen shot before Jared came home, and it totally happened today. He had to pick me up as I fell into his arms because I just couldn't carry it all by myself anymore.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgucx_0A_c6-v68E-_XFCC-dEXZMymoAZr5jDaWAizDSZEJTTsbmc80mkjeMZHZeo32Bg1WQUnlceTa6ANRuFay0e6zzcbxTUl-13_eq84mLR8t9QfYzeEBc9Tf2rDOj6jv4bh7AQobMlUDE6M5LQmX5BfFq4C9_JFl_VJuXAIDKV82guJCdsv1-w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgucx_0A_c6-v68E-_XFCC-dEXZMymoAZr5jDaWAizDSZEJTTsbmc80mkjeMZHZeo32Bg1WQUnlceTa6ANRuFay0e6zzcbxTUl-13_eq84mLR8t9QfYzeEBc9Tf2rDOj6jv4bh7AQobMlUDE6M5LQmX5BfFq4C9_JFl_VJuXAIDKV82guJCdsv1-w=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, the paper is hard to read. It says, "Char"bucks, which is the nickname the office gave this huge bag of coffee that was left with them one day. I made sure my label said, "fully caffeinated," as well. I have a half caff jar in the cupboard as well so I didn't want the two to become confused.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjC5D5iv5e-_QDW1RCP0m-XQa3k_HOhABwVZw5CLwBawczthndy1fjLGOtGuwYS2QzRxHk2nA-1tjwRuKHt3lxL3SOOIKsEDVVeqje6Pduw48iXbFEITY5-6CbyBG5y9KL-1b4nghqkQ6gmzLNXAxF5YHDEQXNKEpQASdSqtJ09WZqj0hntVREpAg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjC5D5iv5e-_QDW1RCP0m-XQa3k_HOhABwVZw5CLwBawczthndy1fjLGOtGuwYS2QzRxHk2nA-1tjwRuKHt3lxL3SOOIKsEDVVeqje6Pduw48iXbFEITY5-6CbyBG5y9KL-1b4nghqkQ6gmzLNXAxF5YHDEQXNKEpQASdSqtJ09WZqj0hntVREpAg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The second part of the note says: to use when I only have time to gulp down a cup of coffee or I don't want to use flavored coffee. Basically, if I'm not sitting down to actually enjoy my coffee, I'll choke this down instead. It looks like my usual dark coffee. I use lots of creamer, but no sugar.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpZvD3GTpK628t4J3ED554q5U1A2kGb8HFRa8OUfm4c_s-g0GQAAHmjZKluC6GYZHvhlnkt-za2Qb9W9ryEUQqcpMaIG5TtnWSqRPjVQHxDHZYdSif_kq2FDCHv2wSJIBzNy6Kn1hRHVXOXIutwUGqcNbrT008XSs4TymLos-vODHVY2bIDQizvQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjpZvD3GTpK628t4J3ED554q5U1A2kGb8HFRa8OUfm4c_s-g0GQAAHmjZKluC6GYZHvhlnkt-za2Qb9W9ryEUQqcpMaIG5TtnWSqRPjVQHxDHZYdSif_kq2FDCHv2wSJIBzNy6Kn1hRHVXOXIutwUGqcNbrT008XSs4TymLos-vODHVY2bIDQizvQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wow! An actual item NOT made in China! No wonder it's lasted 40 years!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAiRYnkSdseo8gtz-f4xqgjCQNM4ojOpX9qB9VeLiAYpSPX4KRQdsU_NqqFbAEywy5hvPErxg9VSqLQTCT0tboYTVbcqPxJRGvO3_60Vdhmec62UEddKJI2KkLfta8r-yVUSazH_ZCsSVZPoHjaYx5bpZVyzUOJcbFZq93-Hm_TGRseqMtCGdqNA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjAiRYnkSdseo8gtz-f4xqgjCQNM4ojOpX9qB9VeLiAYpSPX4KRQdsU_NqqFbAEywy5hvPErxg9VSqLQTCT0tboYTVbcqPxJRGvO3_60Vdhmec62UEddKJI2KkLfta8r-yVUSazH_ZCsSVZPoHjaYx5bpZVyzUOJcbFZq93-Hm_TGRseqMtCGdqNA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This special little guy is a hand me down from Gary and Leah's house and is our coffee grinder. Apparently Jared took it to the office and it's been living there for awhile. When I rearranged the coffee and tea cupboard I noticed we didn't have it, so I thought maybe I finally had gotten rid of it because it didn't work. Well, when they had to rearrange furniture again for Mike's desk, it was rediscovered. I wonder what other treasures are at the office that belong at my house! It was pretty dirty inside, but some of it was probably stuff that had been there for 10 years or more. So I took a toohpick to it and a little scrubbing and look at how shiny it is! You can't buy these kinds of appliances anymore that are made with real steel and other metals and are built to last. Nope. The stuff on the market now is meant to last 3-5 yrs and then get replaced. Not this guy. This guy has seen me through 4 homes. He's all mine.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLUUcwwizsDq0WO23pNhN_rLLf3kIj8DfatkNUTNslmkHhXMKa7f7jQAfay1mziunIQlAx-OCMt-R3KzCcKIIA38odi_8N7BQnVjq8SbEl0fkVZ8pzetjWRirnK0wv_8W-oF0aEjQd8_rmXJ1lyobAYG-SbQ_Mabh2w5LUkL-U0B6tQZEj6HdoXg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLUUcwwizsDq0WO23pNhN_rLLf3kIj8DfatkNUTNslmkHhXMKa7f7jQAfay1mziunIQlAx-OCMt-R3KzCcKIIA38odi_8N7BQnVjq8SbEl0fkVZ8pzetjWRirnK0wv_8W-oF0aEjQd8_rmXJ1lyobAYG-SbQ_Mabh2w5LUkL-U0B6tQZEj6HdoXg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doesn't it look like it's from the 70's? I love it! We only use it for coffee. And I usually only buy ground coffee. It's rare that we have coffee beans. So I whipped up a jarful for coffee grinds while dinner was cooking. Yeah!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5P5VYMJBeDqoIXZuI3EslNMhcDN3pm-cmftGT_dZtqupP2cjuOXqJD3znVWTDKF9JfZMWNxLvq5g1Nir8bx38OxZim6sTcJegNfDY201aDNdNj7oZNMzT6KpxqS-ErF5AGYFiCt5NYr-M0KsTVE8yINpf8MWZxpMFTrwsEjsD5KPi7-tOmXY9vQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi5P5VYMJBeDqoIXZuI3EslNMhcDN3pm-cmftGT_dZtqupP2cjuOXqJD3znVWTDKF9JfZMWNxLvq5g1Nir8bx38OxZim6sTcJegNfDY201aDNdNj7oZNMzT6KpxqS-ErF5AGYFiCt5NYr-M0KsTVE8yINpf8MWZxpMFTrwsEjsD5KPi7-tOmXY9vQ=w185-h400" width="185" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is this legit?! Like why or how would you call your business this? And are you sure you want it to show up on someone's phone announcing that your company just does consumer surveys? They didn't even leave a message. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Tuesday - Working towards better</p><p>- Today went a bit better, but I still had to rein the kids in. Keturah didn't get up again until late and wanted to take it out on all of us. Abishai was caught sneaking in a video game instead of doing his math page. Justin was fine. I'm not even sure how it's 10pm and what all I've done today because my desk looks the same. I just wanted to take a nap on the couch, but I couldn't fall fully asleep because I was trying to drown out Justin by listening to my Bible, but then I worried that I was wasting my time. Whatever. It was another day. I took some screenshots of what I read. Good enough?</p><p>- I did get out to the library and Kroger with Abishai. So there's that. I think I've exchanged 50 words with Jared today. Like I said, my piles look bigger, not smaller. And I just want to go eat chocolate and be left alone. Oh, I had an IAHE mtg tonight. Not much to say about that. I think I'll keep zoning out a bit. I've been sitting in this chair for 3 hrs though. Time to stretch. Maybe. I guess.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-I8xBxtum5vFQnaK5Z5ihXDcGTmru6ceVYsWgtXUJt5YjQkhxkW57LbKHxHD5o8SZtvYzRbkqe1x5g7li6JUgUolppoMDNGRhf4wfaTMq1dvAmPezw_l_pN5U9HD4wl6k-kzpX6Myip4NzVAiBzO8pJILF3RTmZ-lmme2chAiLHtIe_fGmAgrUA=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi-I8xBxtum5vFQnaK5Z5ihXDcGTmru6ceVYsWgtXUJt5YjQkhxkW57LbKHxHD5o8SZtvYzRbkqe1x5g7li6JUgUolppoMDNGRhf4wfaTMq1dvAmPezw_l_pN5U9HD4wl6k-kzpX6Myip4NzVAiBzO8pJILF3RTmZ-lmme2chAiLHtIe_fGmAgrUA=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm sure some don't want to hear this comparison but, I have independently put two and two together - Joshua and the walls of Jericho. Or, I guess any type of siege. We had just briefly touched on Joshua in our history lessons.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWHQ6RgI40nf5mO1LhZsp4xm2cUsWdzg0B1Lj6XazTydYJgnF9OoeQSzAmaWCs0iyytPpIZOxegvUw3jh09wyy2kYYp5Lt_V3heWSUuLwhG1x8UHxBH3fpkd8uaeuT7h2t_hVWHQ6_EJt0lpdSML_5duCcnWiTf7c-Ps_Gxrz1l6XMjzyvNzCq1g=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiWHQ6RgI40nf5mO1LhZsp4xm2cUsWdzg0B1Lj6XazTydYJgnF9OoeQSzAmaWCs0iyytPpIZOxegvUw3jh09wyy2kYYp5Lt_V3heWSUuLwhG1x8UHxBH3fpkd8uaeuT7h2t_hVWHQ6_EJt0lpdSML_5duCcnWiTf7c-Ps_Gxrz1l6XMjzyvNzCq1g=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicYqdesD1SS6gTTYXpiO_4TgbZe2MCl-TtqanpA91or2UHAWpf5pK3Nh_MX6ALsFjagMR9j7EfWPfKVOZia8E99LOvfrpwUi4ETI_A8Pqp6t5iOGWU2lQT8Nn_Ln_0APQvR6ZpRqa_KXwYayKtBzmApfdsI0f3Vh6FLpaIa07NZd3zpxY21QqUEA=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicYqdesD1SS6gTTYXpiO_4TgbZe2MCl-TtqanpA91or2UHAWpf5pK3Nh_MX6ALsFjagMR9j7EfWPfKVOZia8E99LOvfrpwUi4ETI_A8Pqp6t5iOGWU2lQT8Nn_Ln_0APQvR6ZpRqa_KXwYayKtBzmApfdsI0f3Vh6FLpaIa07NZd3zpxY21QqUEA=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's been in jail this whole time?! It's been over two weeks! Oh goodness! She's the sweetest woman! But she was willing to go, so she went.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2IGn0VnIpuHVz7jw3850495RBV8tVrOU4RnRnfMAXv05huPPjE6dSLvnlhWcBmHQaXHPFZZ2cpiOfZbkgjksJg1-nBwKLtxBW5JCkk0p2CSiJjmJh-vYsjUwSw83jyZQ5UE31pAkcHPFKTD-6RZVJU1IJM6Dd3dm_SoulwPeM5nzHHM2vIE2AcQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg2IGn0VnIpuHVz7jw3850495RBV8tVrOU4RnRnfMAXv05huPPjE6dSLvnlhWcBmHQaXHPFZZ2cpiOfZbkgjksJg1-nBwKLtxBW5JCkk0p2CSiJjmJh-vYsjUwSw83jyZQ5UE31pAkcHPFKTD-6RZVJU1IJM6Dd3dm_SoulwPeM5nzHHM2vIE2AcQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is going to be very hard for her to keep to, at least the last three parts. And, I think that's actually very unfair. But, I'm sure that's what she agreed to. Poor thing. There wasn't any specified period of time on it though.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAcifZ8DCyNec7ibwp2FgnlwPSPrYMUXCpT1ppzaYVx6pZ86vZ8UYXnABS8BU--K2KU5XOGGsazbHJ_e_OyHoSo-Q0DnK_2tk-1tpZXOUw4sfTWgjgSp20L1n6JV5HO5uW24pJ4ynB2fNKfaap_OHmGHmU0SWHWnfm5yJsiQYDfmgwFXenImeGQw=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhAcifZ8DCyNec7ibwp2FgnlwPSPrYMUXCpT1ppzaYVx6pZ86vZ8UYXnABS8BU--K2KU5XOGGsazbHJ_e_OyHoSo-Q0DnK_2tk-1tpZXOUw4sfTWgjgSp20L1n6JV5HO5uW24pJ4ynB2fNKfaap_OHmGHmU0SWHWnfm5yJsiQYDfmgwFXenImeGQw=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Truth</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9z_sHDCwKP6MUCSYdWKOcPPjEf5_1nZftn0eaXT-ruJSMl_-_kGM59jSSNhKHSw56yi4PnppY32IjJX9v2EWkvEoen9fPqoVePSHV-VhreR52-Z44WARqVZizi3j7YMkiiQh70ULOAiwNZfYmUD4tyYmLXh74iRhVMSQMiW6Ol7tby8URvcAzHA=s1267" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1267" data-original-width="1217" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh9z_sHDCwKP6MUCSYdWKOcPPjEf5_1nZftn0eaXT-ruJSMl_-_kGM59jSSNhKHSw56yi4PnppY32IjJX9v2EWkvEoen9fPqoVePSHV-VhreR52-Z44WARqVZizi3j7YMkiiQh70ULOAiwNZfYmUD4tyYmLXh74iRhVMSQMiW6Ol7tby8URvcAzHA=s320" width="307" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzUe2bJxwoFZUCbPosIQ33pFOb0C0qQq_lhGMjvKtGeKVy-NEwDxUm0nHm7YapwJQZkwco7AOW19t-qXqd7Xm8D_nP7V16b9iV2fkp4ty4NrnTiXxP3TXSu8dqSAq0098eN7oxfgi1C2h9GeZo8I5MRtiWNd7NL4i7rq1hBrb7rzeXOyFOTYCsw=s1348" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1348" data-original-width="1078" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOzUe2bJxwoFZUCbPosIQ33pFOb0C0qQq_lhGMjvKtGeKVy-NEwDxUm0nHm7YapwJQZkwco7AOW19t-qXqd7Xm8D_nP7V16b9iV2fkp4ty4NrnTiXxP3TXSu8dqSAq0098eN7oxfgi1C2h9GeZo8I5MRtiWNd7NL4i7rq1hBrb7rzeXOyFOTYCsw=s320" width="256" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">e2 helped set up breakfast for a pastors' conference at church this week.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFp6_Xdem3hQb9knkuNYZlsMX2uFbjqB8uVV4LvAn8e6zIZy5WavrAHHCLOrMTjDfdVBNqD5cHmcrnxrXa6a7RyySAAwWHN0spni3NR8L_5YQhAIqAfTHgbj-mS0bXmWBHhPrDoF6_Hj4gT0RAOmbC_FjE3o4mc29-DhqAVNBeaFSnRFXmUrjI4Q=s828" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="729" data-original-width="828" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFp6_Xdem3hQb9knkuNYZlsMX2uFbjqB8uVV4LvAn8e6zIZy5WavrAHHCLOrMTjDfdVBNqD5cHmcrnxrXa6a7RyySAAwWHN0spni3NR8L_5YQhAIqAfTHgbj-mS0bXmWBHhPrDoF6_Hj4gT0RAOmbC_FjE3o4mc29-DhqAVNBeaFSnRFXmUrjI4Q=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Again, truth.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi31cRe8CZrHToS0Gx_dDP8D4p6pjgJ9k9D6-mjF7_63ts9pWwaKX44oFFiuooMIQ7Q5X-Ge4dC71XycBxym2hT6VNeCCFTbotYY3Rm0U1Ii-cvL6smypXYoxzGQ7wHsZsM_BMF5VGdtj_wXd5CmM9e-NooO76HRxHcaXPxmgWwfTAT2NwZKFsQ-g=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Facebook had to remind me that today is my oldest niece's 15th birthday!!! Happy 15th birthday, Everly! I can't believe you are 15! Wait, that means, that means, she can start driving in a few months?! This whole licensed driver thing is going to go rapid fire now. Yikes! These were the throwback pics FB was trying to show me from 5 years ago when Everly turned 10. Kids change so much in just 5 years, don't they?<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfr8UKt-AqjBW5-aFiWBGMHwPMMkYaxZZ2MByYEEV3GC4-D_KTihV-tOlOgtuVeDoFK2Ci8muEqC9Isk9hvvRK7kammic15wGrGkDGTedYtfizxsSfL2oGwR7J5NYlkdAOiC-d1ATUjPxqvFFc1oB6X2ts4ntnKnmBgCf6WG8DPX9P7Uw1pBkkJA=s2048" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfr8UKt-AqjBW5-aFiWBGMHwPMMkYaxZZ2MByYEEV3GC4-D_KTihV-tOlOgtuVeDoFK2Ci8muEqC9Isk9hvvRK7kammic15wGrGkDGTedYtfizxsSfL2oGwR7J5NYlkdAOiC-d1ATUjPxqvFFc1oB6X2ts4ntnKnmBgCf6WG8DPX9P7Uw1pBkkJA=w640-h480" width="640" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPaX8as8WRsuzZ_ldWDRx2f-JmiL61JCATRaghdwQW3HNzuiEbdHbtIYV14XDttIpKUWmQwMxTzEW5UUfH4_omKXJwKjNxVmjjYn2iKruOKI8EiRzMMFFtH5N-pcngYV6lrq5SZsm3VG76iYTIceaKKILo5j_F27ta1LL5K_JGxuYpNkY1GobpZg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjPaX8as8WRsuzZ_ldWDRx2f-JmiL61JCATRaghdwQW3HNzuiEbdHbtIYV14XDttIpKUWmQwMxTzEW5UUfH4_omKXJwKjNxVmjjYn2iKruOKI8EiRzMMFFtH5N-pcngYV6lrq5SZsm3VG76iYTIceaKKILo5j_F27ta1LL5K_JGxuYpNkY1GobpZg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Really?! Masks?! Sigh. Seen at the library. Thankfully on a high shelf.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY5uyP3BMiqyDHZNwl_WjJb8LeYff0QiyqGu0btvXMmAWzZIUpnwcx0OJZm9MPNaYkkirQeub_CJZwqBCN6LopKMXJ51SBl__BIhymfm5u5fnwRVS5qI88BCYtKVlvQj0H6_WdHj4bi1dEze9nwXOmk8n1AeSyx1LF8pD7HheyHjgQ4FTO7oOKyQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhY5uyP3BMiqyDHZNwl_WjJb8LeYff0QiyqGu0btvXMmAWzZIUpnwcx0OJZm9MPNaYkkirQeub_CJZwqBCN6LopKMXJ51SBl__BIhymfm5u5fnwRVS5qI88BCYtKVlvQj0H6_WdHj4bi1dEze9nwXOmk8n1AeSyx1LF8pD7HheyHjgQ4FTO7oOKyQ=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, since we've lived near this library for most of our kids' lives, at least I get to use it as a tool to record their growth. Just look at how big he is! And he can read the sign that tells him NOT to climb on the tire!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm4TfXYdqnGxBJci5E4B1rzbr-GWmrsqtEMU4NezsUtRatPhY_Xn8Nb8NpFYWy4fRPeydYpCO-Ka5l64C8rzBIkpd9j27sxXgH-hm04fS-S93E6TD2Isst7-4_t4Q-fcydbFKqF6aD-BU1aK1_DXgI-7eT8VQEmdW61erYs1xaWEZgYJKY83VLSQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjm4TfXYdqnGxBJci5E4B1rzbr-GWmrsqtEMU4NezsUtRatPhY_Xn8Nb8NpFYWy4fRPeydYpCO-Ka5l64C8rzBIkpd9j27sxXgH-hm04fS-S93E6TD2Isst7-4_t4Q-fcydbFKqF6aD-BU1aK1_DXgI-7eT8VQEmdW61erYs1xaWEZgYJKY83VLSQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He insisted he needed a "car" cart. I think he's about to grow out of it, so why not. But man those carts are so hard to push around! It did help to get him past the Hot Wheels display though! He nearly fill out, but I got him to get back in.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzw7rgudLLO6r119QNF1cjnd2yZlj4P2ivJk2Ostg_Tftq9NrtbCpsmypFyYvoxD09EIrjcZfmx77hytQFHsNuFlzvXdQ3qegGW6-WdxSXXCxxQgdXWTebBCoJfzP8TfCPY_GnW4ENgAKCJZq82r_yE3lzX7aPep1oRrWppnaziryEm7ZOy1MO8w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzw7rgudLLO6r119QNF1cjnd2yZlj4P2ivJk2Ostg_Tftq9NrtbCpsmypFyYvoxD09EIrjcZfmx77hytQFHsNuFlzvXdQ3qegGW6-WdxSXXCxxQgdXWTebBCoJfzP8TfCPY_GnW4ENgAKCJZq82r_yE3lzX7aPep1oRrWppnaziryEm7ZOy1MO8w=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">But he also couldn't sit still and kept rocking it back and forth. I had to stop holding the cart while I stood in line for the pharmacy because I couldn't read my phone!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzQ2Yu1a02JY-S_fQbKZRUKZP34RgiqTU7_XwSWiybewauQGyK19dMIa1C9m3ovV50_izTVe8szMw3TUR1fscVVO9ZXtV_rdBpJ5phea1GmkKp9AG23G6ebZW1O1dfBJCTaVvoCEvBcrfP6yY1gPf1fP0nKa67YTD85mFhjFVILV5vDdD51vPG2w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjzQ2Yu1a02JY-S_fQbKZRUKZP34RgiqTU7_XwSWiybewauQGyK19dMIa1C9m3ovV50_izTVe8szMw3TUR1fscVVO9ZXtV_rdBpJ5phea1GmkKp9AG23G6ebZW1O1dfBJCTaVvoCEvBcrfP6yY1gPf1fP0nKa67YTD85mFhjFVILV5vDdD51vPG2w=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One little dude being Mommy's helper scanning the groceries. He has to slow down and be more careful next time because he double scanned his chips!<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgESIp-FyCHdym3xW7MtVDxXHKuwE8p-_zfmQsr7y9u1hoDpuOsTH9ulQ0AKHOtaHarMuDbGbBimmypA_TiI_i-wTPcHKvrPwtWIyGFO1X9QDCbpf7wkXTfGgggePCJ8Byvg9gFGI4h7GfMRVtn60sIVhlNAvovKg3_oGvXbghYG-IZ_vy-fLg2Mw=s720" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="479" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgESIp-FyCHdym3xW7MtVDxXHKuwE8p-_zfmQsr7y9u1hoDpuOsTH9ulQ0AKHOtaHarMuDbGbBimmypA_TiI_i-wTPcHKvrPwtWIyGFO1X9QDCbpf7wkXTfGgggePCJ8Byvg9gFGI4h7GfMRVtn60sIVhlNAvovKg3_oGvXbghYG-IZ_vy-fLg2Mw=s320" width="213" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's what we all think about $4.25 a gallon gas! Gas went up by $1 in ONE WEEK! Yes, we are actually in my first crisis that I can remember in my life, with runaway inflation, energy crisis, the stock market tumbled as soon as it opened, Russia won't stop shooting, etc. And we are about to hit the two year anniversary of Covid and not one cares. Not one person cares about the trucks circling Washington, D.C. Covid was last year's story. Covid doesn't exits anymore. So the report that came out about how dangerous the vaccine is doesn't matter and no one has to get the shot anymore. But now 80% of the population has this dangerous vaccine floating though their veins. What a crazy mess!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p> Wednesday - Rejected, Again</p><p>- Well, long story, made really short: the small groups we had looked into merged with other small groups so they are now closed and we weren't invited to join. And you can imagine how that makes me feel. Extremely disappointed, frustrated, and rejected, again. There's more groups, yes. And there's more coming up from the new batch of Rooted groups, yes, but I liked the people in this group. I had held my hopes too high. And dashed they were. And I want to cry. I am crying. And I don't want to write blogs. But I need to because I'm behind. Because I've taken too many mental days as it is. But I'm just tired. Tired of people. Tired of the church. Tired of forced relationships. Tired of hard relationships where the answers is always, "No, I don't want to." You can all go just away or stop being difficult. Each and every one of you. From secular homeschoolers to the other extreme. From my own kids to those causing trouble elsewhere. From people in the Church to people in the local church. From those who claim to be dictators to those who are passive aggressive dictators but claim they come in peace. You all need Jesus. Sort yourselves out. And until then, I'm done with ya. I'm going to go do my puzzle.</p><p>- Well, the puzzle didn't get touched, but I got photos done on the other blog. I just have to double check that all videos have been posted, as well as they have been posted on this one. So, it wasn't as bad as I had thought. I'm feeling physically hurt in my knees and legs, restless, and ready for my massage tomorrow.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5tcN9w8zRRFDZhsKxH6YxLJ6XN69mfLQVQqN1DetofrI5NNaN22XuTlsIctD7-f7g80Q2BAEzTJja_8M5XegIMiSDf-9Z4p26gbphGkCU3qEccJBX8iqx8atwGVmGizgYOHRLhnPlHb7SSWv_s_SLYl1A4icaV_Od-Txa4rWMNX8R89SLpJ9Eaw=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5tcN9w8zRRFDZhsKxH6YxLJ6XN69mfLQVQqN1DetofrI5NNaN22XuTlsIctD7-f7g80Q2BAEzTJja_8M5XegIMiSDf-9Z4p26gbphGkCU3qEccJBX8iqx8atwGVmGizgYOHRLhnPlHb7SSWv_s_SLYl1A4icaV_Od-Txa4rWMNX8R89SLpJ9Eaw=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woah! I saw this first thing this morning, not anticipating that it would happen again this afternoon. But it's unfortunately true again today.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYyHOONRgbd0ALKskESrvwb3CBKmkuGZBPVqMCOiUI3rfj11WYblIa3GbB1jLCFKLWlHeZb1L11WM-9zNHfNBjwdJ1-olQgGhfhCXntU90FctKHAD1qEsyzykNTAJZ9EKZJw29AqUL4i83XBP_QsJxYbpqxDF4UfnDg8CqOclbi1y3wFRG3Drn3Q=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYyHOONRgbd0ALKskESrvwb3CBKmkuGZBPVqMCOiUI3rfj11WYblIa3GbB1jLCFKLWlHeZb1L11WM-9zNHfNBjwdJ1-olQgGhfhCXntU90FctKHAD1qEsyzykNTAJZ9EKZJw29AqUL4i83XBP_QsJxYbpqxDF4UfnDg8CqOclbi1y3wFRG3Drn3Q=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I explained my comfort spot on my green couch. I needed it again this afternoon but I choose to work at my laptop instead.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgx96zojH87SJJSw505Bj5gs5lI83Aa4TcksD-vI6C0ymR0Uy8Pnt3Y_UnqA-CjhshP7XskcgczIvKRip12bpfJbvFCh1T_Q0i_9ZEc38Vck4PRf4pILCvtyMVt-wUMvffj3e9d7LvJ77RuU93Tcj8afqlnUEQH3z2bkJn0EEAHTVqptML3X9_tgQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgx96zojH87SJJSw505Bj5gs5lI83Aa4TcksD-vI6C0ymR0Uy8Pnt3Y_UnqA-CjhshP7XskcgczIvKRip12bpfJbvFCh1T_Q0i_9ZEc38Vck4PRf4pILCvtyMVt-wUMvffj3e9d7LvJ77RuU93Tcj8afqlnUEQH3z2bkJn0EEAHTVqptML3X9_tgQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's so exciting! We as a family love this story! I watched the footage and the ship looks awesome! I can't to get updated books on this! And can you imagine what we are going to learn about from the research from this this? Oh the possibilities are endless!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7hyOumXcQHw8dNbas-PPHI0PDRGJjwspNb3-H5E7ZGTRmZXoGhNSVO9qHui5Te3_X3BbuG2I0-s-1YnggNSRHmOoPdGs-6nQkZG8yv2EuynpAo6Juc7Sr4kfv7o8LPFWyVmYrrhQwJe8VlSJ2facdKa4hevjPJ46yf30h6g4ZmXSgTniy9kgRYQ=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh7hyOumXcQHw8dNbas-PPHI0PDRGJjwspNb3-H5E7ZGTRmZXoGhNSVO9qHui5Te3_X3BbuG2I0-s-1YnggNSRHmOoPdGs-6nQkZG8yv2EuynpAo6Juc7Sr4kfv7o8LPFWyVmYrrhQwJe8VlSJ2facdKa4hevjPJ46yf30h6g4ZmXSgTniy9kgRYQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy 15th Birthday Everly!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZFAdwQMtely-VL-ugvYi1FG8d1662jt63a6KAw7UXFGEWhljaCJZYIuZVt-LotLSm6ljituEY8xb4hpbgEArwnTr0ugWScwNfbzL_-jBlacKnTHUbIohNKMqRUTHppnW4h86sR0hekuxHl-_uIRJPUWgrBp1Vv2vbFrZXeoRbchovoTVMU3utVg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZFAdwQMtely-VL-ugvYi1FG8d1662jt63a6KAw7UXFGEWhljaCJZYIuZVt-LotLSm6ljituEY8xb4hpbgEArwnTr0ugWScwNfbzL_-jBlacKnTHUbIohNKMqRUTHppnW4h86sR0hekuxHl-_uIRJPUWgrBp1Vv2vbFrZXeoRbchovoTVMU3utVg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah, my favorite pens arrived! I bought them (and a better fitting boys' sports cup for Abishai) yesterday and they arrived today. Amazon to the rescue! Oh, and total cost for both things? $0! Thanks to Amazon points! So I took a few pens and put the in many strategic spots. Woot! Woot!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUfUr0zldvnKRnIxfoWhTmhNQospQxWJXJr9y6K6ErmYef_MnDGCZkjWh8SrR39HTHB3G_zFRAC2guMhA8m0YFtDliRTDx_7SL5qTqSYraW-4zJY7i8xApCDGGkbkBNBJ--bO3ovj-HXoRHO-rowcmySg4y1So5ZUXIrz6REcl5caHp3zS3ACw6g=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgUfUr0zldvnKRnIxfoWhTmhNQospQxWJXJr9y6K6ErmYef_MnDGCZkjWh8SrR39HTHB3G_zFRAC2guMhA8m0YFtDliRTDx_7SL5qTqSYraW-4zJY7i8xApCDGGkbkBNBJ--bO3ovj-HXoRHO-rowcmySg4y1So5ZUXIrz6REcl5caHp3zS3ACw6g=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was actually craving something like this a few days ago, so when I took Justin to Kroger to get diapers for a leader's surprise baby shower gift, and he wanted to look at special drinks, I got one. Oh my yummy! I forgot how yummy these were! But I also forgot that some of them are caffeinated so I have to finish it tomorrow. Yum!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Thursday - Hustle, hustle!</p><p>- Justin: work, shower, school, Grandpa class via telephone because Grandpa was on his way to Illinois, screen time, Kya came over, dinner, take Kya home with Mom, more screen time</p><p>- Keturah: wake up fast! Grandpa class at his house at 9:30! homework, lunch, history with mom, more homework, screen time, dinner, rollerblading, more screentime</p><p>- Abishai: wake up, Grandpa class, homework with Mom, lunch, history, more homework with mom, screen, dinner, Tang soo, time with dad, bed</p><p>- Jared: wake up teen, make tea, take teen to work, come back to pick up tea because there's not enough room on the truck seat for teen and tea (he has to drive the truck because the van is DEAD). Somehow manage to make 149 things happen in half a day, so can pick up teen from work, so wife can get a massage. go work for 2 more hrs, load a vehicle to take to MO with other co worker on Friday/Saturday, get home early to eat and take 7 yr old to Tang Soo, play with and put 7 yr old to bed. Do all the things for the weekend trip, including shaving his bald head, go to bed early so he can get up and go to men's 6am prayer breakfast mtg thingie before driving to MO because it's way too faithful for his own good.</p><p>- Melinda/wifey/mommy: hustle everybody else along all while pushing a load of laundry through start to finish, making sure dishwasher gets put away, chicken gets cooked for dinner because there's no time later to do it, decide on dinner and lay out ingredients and fill pots with water by lunchtime so she doesn't forget. drink tea, take kids to gpa's house for gpa class, come back, listen to Bible in the rarest of rare 1 hr of no kids. Teach kids, keep adhd kid focused, stand up while reading so she doesn't fall asleep like she did on the couch last night instead of in her bed. Eat lunch 2 hrs after breakfast because she didn't have enough breakfast. Drink coffee 3 hrs after morning tea or same reason. Hustle until the last minute but managed to leave a few minutes early for massage appointment. That left enough time to make new arrangements for Kya to come here instead of Justin go to her house. Phew! Spent the whole hour of my massage appointment thinking about yesterday's appointment about small groups, churches, and youth groups. Wash, rinse, repeat. Not sure if I truly relaxed. Not sure if I'll have enough words to explain it all to Jared tonight. Otherwise I have to explain to him on Sunday or Monday. And I'll forget about it by then. Home again to cook noodles for spaghetti supper. Push husband and 7 yr old out the door. Pushed 13 yr old out to roller blade. Then pushed Kya and Justin outside for a walk. Then only wanted to check email and instead sat for 90 minutes. Almost too late for a shower? But my hair is so greasy! Hm,.....</p><p>- And I have to do the Kya drop off run because Jared doesn't want to be hurt driving my vehicle and he needs to take care of Abishai, and shave, and pack, and I want to talk to him, and?.....I just want a shower to get all this greasy lotion off. That's the biggest downside to massage therapy. I hate lotion. With a passion. Any kind of lotion. Yes, I get dry skin and I probably need it and therapists tell me they have to use a lot of lotion. But I hate the feeling of my socks slipping around and my neck all greasy from them working around the base of my skull and ugh. It comes from being greasy as a teenager. And I wasn't as greasy as some nor did I have as many zits as my sisters because I didn't sweat like one of them did as gymnastics nor was I in a chlorine pool at swimming several nights a week like the other. But my thinning hair has become greasier, too. And I'm not even using the essential oil mix I made! It's driving me nuts! Blech! I need to go wash it!<br /></p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOXtQE_YaZco1DCMyEIWRrZT4rKSGfaWk7zilWR9ruNMP03U_Jbmu8WS-8Sfri9IdIIzKSE3aAtuFfMYUbOSdZWuRKwCuoQynGF435GUUFfdS5-4latAeIhfOnakhkh45n5PoXQf23kr7au2ZUlwKNWx_qFT0vPS1UQWLoGMQwJmFQfpCuysIMVw=s640" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="384" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOXtQE_YaZco1DCMyEIWRrZT4rKSGfaWk7zilWR9ruNMP03U_Jbmu8WS-8Sfri9IdIIzKSE3aAtuFfMYUbOSdZWuRKwCuoQynGF435GUUFfdS5-4latAeIhfOnakhkh45n5PoXQf23kr7au2ZUlwKNWx_qFT0vPS1UQWLoGMQwJmFQfpCuysIMVw=s320" width="192" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Throwback Thursday to when Justin wanted to do something while he waited for church to start so he actually opened the Bible! He might have been working on Matthew 5 at the time for memory work. I'm not sure. It said this was 9 year ago so he was 7 1/2 yrs old.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQl8zLf2_-kZYrofQ8keRUkrZcBucAwy8_WgOhCu1q43Pw3eQ3yTqnZw2gu3BmEpINr-kXa4Uha4zie9HwoK0-R568oxhEpWZsgdigg5zMRV2_Nan3TJfa7wT3-Y6KpGcNQTI7_8RJczuJdpvG1JKHh6w5ZtUD43ZE6yyNxAHZH3XEcgXaq0tpRQ=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQl8zLf2_-kZYrofQ8keRUkrZcBucAwy8_WgOhCu1q43Pw3eQ3yTqnZw2gu3BmEpINr-kXa4Uha4zie9HwoK0-R568oxhEpWZsgdigg5zMRV2_Nan3TJfa7wT3-Y6KpGcNQTI7_8RJczuJdpvG1JKHh6w5ZtUD43ZE6yyNxAHZH3XEcgXaq0tpRQ=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me!</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJRLuq8nXmGItjMiH7qm4mWzzBcZB0ZKIjKr18Wf9EM274ZWQniajhNyE-OKDrUo6hHNGH6vDi8gyCKv7HcjZpalDXh3FcDZAx1airfIwKdjBYq-BUZ6NWl6zpToosA-H2bJzQQkI5quTYPDAT9pNopo6OGFbUfuPrkMFGzmEfyYwHyW0tZpmlEg=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhJRLuq8nXmGItjMiH7qm4mWzzBcZB0ZKIjKr18Wf9EM274ZWQniajhNyE-OKDrUo6hHNGH6vDi8gyCKv7HcjZpalDXh3FcDZAx1airfIwKdjBYq-BUZ6NWl6zpToosA-H2bJzQQkI5quTYPDAT9pNopo6OGFbUfuPrkMFGzmEfyYwHyW0tZpmlEg=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Also me!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTmbylcM1pqqQoyr7ne7KBHyY37m6i18QVm79Kp5hzsnI3lS6yfcl-P6HYlx9-oZrPubKVy7VKXyVE8vt2K9teDui5DR4Fkd016cs0fklNHqUPePeffdwqlEsi8sJRdo8UCgsjaMja7dErNR5vFVQpY0pbRsDdyPGX0rjHlhG0GWBsrOXr-3fkTQ=s600" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiTmbylcM1pqqQoyr7ne7KBHyY37m6i18QVm79Kp5hzsnI3lS6yfcl-P6HYlx9-oZrPubKVy7VKXyVE8vt2K9teDui5DR4Fkd016cs0fklNHqUPePeffdwqlEsi8sJRdo8UCgsjaMja7dErNR5vFVQpY0pbRsDdyPGX0rjHlhG0GWBsrOXr-3fkTQ=w534-h640" width="534" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this is very, very true!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgScLzQPMxDktdmx3dk9As9uRnczepMNMV7fcgzJ0e25MfLXBQEqVdfWwc-4mU5Vv2lgKctvnpiCFQikACUB0Kg6QLPcg6K0ZU59TaV53tAijCNxG-pWzMmhiWIdSQlG36xJOMeZWfK48mI-2ZqPQmMVELAkpRhlEgGFtYQxj2qDMsEY4fPX-Almg=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgScLzQPMxDktdmx3dk9As9uRnczepMNMV7fcgzJ0e25MfLXBQEqVdfWwc-4mU5Vv2lgKctvnpiCFQikACUB0Kg6QLPcg6K0ZU59TaV53tAijCNxG-pWzMmhiWIdSQlG36xJOMeZWfK48mI-2ZqPQmMVELAkpRhlEgGFtYQxj2qDMsEY4fPX-Almg=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And now you know where my kids get their sloppy handwriting from. Yes, this is my handwriting. Yes, I learned to write from public school HOWEVER I did do Abeka 4th and 5th grade cursive, too. My mom had gorgeous cursive. Gary has gorgeous cursive. Leah and Jared's handwriting is decent. Sigh. Handwriting and foreign language, the two subjects I don't do well in nor can I teach well. Sorry kids. But hey, at least I don't have to answer Abishai's incessant questions about birthdays anymore.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /> Friday - Typical</p><p>- Typical day except we didn't have Gpa class because they didn't yesterday. Abishai played his new video game, Red Rock, and won his first level or something. It's a space mining type of game, but he can get different characters with different skins, and they have their own bunkers at the base. The other two woke up late and wanted to take it out on the rest of us. Grrrr teenagers.</p><p>-I had a shower and had way LESS hair loss than I've had previous weeks! Yeah! My friend confirmed that she, too, had less today when she washed her hair, so we are on the mend!</p><p>- Jared took off really early, right after his men's coffee meeting, with Mike for Missouri, for a conference to represent e2 or do a presentation for e2 or whatnot. He said that the drive was fine except for some bit of ice. We had some snowflakes here. Gary was in Illinois doing the same thing but at a different location and had some snowflakes, too. Leah is still in NOLA, so I'm left on my own with the kids. I do have Benaiah around still as an adult, but not really. It feels really strange to be the only older Johnson adult. Lonely, too. But it doesn't happen very often, so I'm grateful for that.</p><p>- The usual suspects came to gym day. I think we are all going to be happy when we can get back outside and closer to Greenfield so more people feel like they can come. At least we can get out of the house once a week. Abishai brought his Tang Soo uniform to show it off to everyone. Then he tried wearing his mouthguard to show everybody. So cute! He just wanted to practice using it. He'll figure it out. </p><p>- The kids had screen time and I cleaned up my IAHE inbox. Supper was leftovers. Kids watched a classic history video I watched as a kid about Mummies based on a book by David McCaulay. But first we had to fix my PlayStation account. It wasn't that hard. But now, we have to log into my account to use Amazon Prime, YouTube, or the internet on the PS5. That means, if they clock on YouTube, they are going to see all the video I have watched! And sometimes, I watch graphic videos on the Ukraine war or on internal medicine or birth or on controversial topics. So, I'll just have to make sure we log out of it when we are done with any educational thing. I asked Keturah if she had seen the video and she claimed she hadn't, so that's good. At least she won't roll her eyes and claim she's bored. Having them watch that video helped us get through the evening.</p><p>- Then we talked to Daddy, and it was off to bed quickly because it was 9pm! Oh, and Abishai had lost another tooth, so the tooth fairly was on her way! I had tried to encourage him to get the other one out that is right in the front and crooked but he won't do it. I'm going to have to insist he remove it soon because the new teeth are going to grow in crooked. And we don't want that. I was the same way, and my Dad pulled my first front tooth too for me. Sigh.</p><p>- It's getting so cold in here. I need to not stay too long in this room because the winds are awful and coming right through all these glass windows. Brrrrr,<br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSmhQU4wK0qemyZSuZitbBItg73wK2RYrU0WiexhHksfEGbSo2A4T-9eyKySd-8W0XcCmfNlfu9mxoJxXq5stYwkbGO2uE5kIzqmQ_Ufz_KddSi17HYKWW894iw_mlB0D075RwSiIqhfIzWbs6ZTt8D3E4rLHtMZ13B60RHiHjMd6gziM67aZ8mA=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSmhQU4wK0qemyZSuZitbBItg73wK2RYrU0WiexhHksfEGbSo2A4T-9eyKySd-8W0XcCmfNlfu9mxoJxXq5stYwkbGO2uE5kIzqmQ_Ufz_KddSi17HYKWW894iw_mlB0D075RwSiIqhfIzWbs6ZTt8D3E4rLHtMZ13B60RHiHjMd6gziM67aZ8mA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well, hello van. Jared drove the truck over to Mike's house and left it there. They took Mike's vehicle to MO. The van is basically dead until we get a new serpentine belt or something. Who knows how much that will be and then how much to install it. And what other damage has been done in the meantime. My friend said that the serpentine belt does control a lot and that's why the battery died as well. I'm glad Jared got it limped home. He didn't have a lot of time to make arrangements to get into a mechanic. We'll see what we can do on Monday about it. Praise God we got a new tire on the truck and it's drive-able now!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDHEdDoot_-3X0fHMVgeERHOKQFqI0okbGnChCukI8ej6irhWemEzt-DZQbaEwN93K2tDzVyRppkBIQMCoyWIYfGVRYH-RqSj3nmjGQMyUBve518EZ3XGTvxpU1BeIbqppCM6RAAHyaAbd_LIJA7G4ELb5ZOiHzjlAaExvlbbAHMpP27G5XSDV5A=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDHEdDoot_-3X0fHMVgeERHOKQFqI0okbGnChCukI8ej6irhWemEzt-DZQbaEwN93K2tDzVyRppkBIQMCoyWIYfGVRYH-RqSj3nmjGQMyUBve518EZ3XGTvxpU1BeIbqppCM6RAAHyaAbd_LIJA7G4ELb5ZOiHzjlAaExvlbbAHMpP27G5XSDV5A=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I spy with my little eye, snowflakes!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiW0ydgEGydywH46Ncv-M1V0iA43XB3S_UwdDSUxBq6SzYzlp0TsW9-YdcdmjzQUOb34bcLMvr_KFAHWKO6wHGSqsiTDIe7ZOZdxXUBnYzHH7uh1_srNreKSfWrjhY35wjmXC5cGM_dROFR9OiTPkFuw7hqLqJzAp8zANV65znYIIQVv-Bzgj5qRw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiW0ydgEGydywH46Ncv-M1V0iA43XB3S_UwdDSUxBq6SzYzlp0TsW9-YdcdmjzQUOb34bcLMvr_KFAHWKO6wHGSqsiTDIe7ZOZdxXUBnYzHH7uh1_srNreKSfWrjhY35wjmXC5cGM_dROFR9OiTPkFuw7hqLqJzAp8zANV65znYIIQVv-Bzgj5qRw=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, it did snow big snowflakes throughout the day! It was pretty cold, too. Brrr!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8YWMfSGuzZ8r22sESndJAZKrJl2kOs2XH9wNIxIj8YZaOmM5CSVUCAvT2E8lWHotcYtsrJIylxfecdDHxZG2_vfDTgqk-GrQdhKOojg0pJA1i9gUErRQhiT9iz6Hn6LFDTqMs4oWPi3vBA00i69U9Dkvl1isXx4ZWcRuA-asqzn26IVuIk2Bbng=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg8YWMfSGuzZ8r22sESndJAZKrJl2kOs2XH9wNIxIj8YZaOmM5CSVUCAvT2E8lWHotcYtsrJIylxfecdDHxZG2_vfDTgqk-GrQdhKOojg0pJA1i9gUErRQhiT9iz6Hn6LFDTqMs4oWPi3vBA00i69U9Dkvl1isXx4ZWcRuA-asqzn26IVuIk2Bbng=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Instead of playing basketball Abishai pulled up a chair to watch his friends play, lol, all the while sitting in his doh bok, or Tang Soo uniform. This kid cracks me up.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDrdBZm01h_Und0kZ0c0sfSKfVWJE4luPxJOIfrAMx98wvCYxGT8y5iTc43vgMLNtHnWcWcy2Bga7nYagGIXyGvZEyq4wBkjIHCBPHSxIWG9w38DnwwUOxZjhkFVz6BkOHTgNwAxAdIbHOyP2c1OvZMSdU4aAsK2LuHmYwiPB17GhdmZhHon23PA=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgDrdBZm01h_Und0kZ0c0sfSKfVWJE4luPxJOIfrAMx98wvCYxGT8y5iTc43vgMLNtHnWcWcy2Bga7nYagGIXyGvZEyq4wBkjIHCBPHSxIWG9w38DnwwUOxZjhkFVz6BkOHTgNwAxAdIbHOyP2c1OvZMSdU4aAsK2LuHmYwiPB17GhdmZhHon23PA=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared has asked me, and I'm sure others have wondered, why did the Freedom Convoy still have to make it's way across the country a couple of weeks when a lot of state don't have a mask or vaccine mandate? Well, this is why. The Freedom Convoy is for the whole nation and there are still mandates in some states, and a lot of schools. So, I might be free, but I'm fighting for other people's freedoms, just like how the 12 tribes of Israel's men would fight for each other even after their section of the promised land was conqeured. And some industries still have restrictions, like the healthcare industry. So the convoy is still literally circling Washington DC.once a day like Joshua and the walls of Jericho. So yes, we still need to fight. And then we need to fight to keep it that way.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVUk07pWfKi6UTxaRTE-ou4pRcQ0r1gaQqE7ADJknh1-3p209_9KV2T9GRgE462gpTREfhU-7kZNXkvru4AjODve-WYvgxT_wKv4ZGHEJD6jBkg5e_KTfygy0k50BLBkSewGIm_NRfNNSGWTy5JRkyIXfenRS480xQTHRPrAXn55NyHISoXHUeHw=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="738" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVUk07pWfKi6UTxaRTE-ou4pRcQ0r1gaQqE7ADJknh1-3p209_9KV2T9GRgE462gpTREfhU-7kZNXkvru4AjODve-WYvgxT_wKv4ZGHEJD6jBkg5e_KTfygy0k50BLBkSewGIm_NRfNNSGWTy5JRkyIXfenRS480xQTHRPrAXn55NyHISoXHUeHw=s320" width="262" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9aTzHps87AVMcYB7Zex5ESDeMHLeQrCMQmPexzZqy8HPns_SqfltsmN_d85Cs4rC2qxVty8W6jLKCaeuRWtGA60zdbVPaq9xoxg4ejTiXNJYNYPxoJlepGZe-I5bcqXi4aB1eNWBCjiPyU6dXXa_5ROkflNgDVvOa0kOUt3wFRt7mzyFhc0EX2w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9aTzHps87AVMcYB7Zex5ESDeMHLeQrCMQmPexzZqy8HPns_SqfltsmN_d85Cs4rC2qxVty8W6jLKCaeuRWtGA60zdbVPaq9xoxg4ejTiXNJYNYPxoJlepGZe-I5bcqXi4aB1eNWBCjiPyU6dXXa_5ROkflNgDVvOa0kOUt3wFRt7mzyFhc0EX2w=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abishai said tomato sauce came with his fries. I was in the other room and was like "Huh?" And sure enough, these are what he was referring to. He saw tomatoes and thought these were tomato sauce. He's not wrong. It's just that these are extra sugary tomato sauce packets, lol.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRQ452duAooPxG4tMpmvYQJmbmXWOKNN9gyhepsNved5VUWzacHkp_ttJQfHWW_s6cUNrVLollowDMl-FAN4qHUijww9Bv-YYBF4EEG2ue_438Ucw14mS_JRpkWJeHdWmi2xg92K3ZTYQcf4QrlXfoFiOZmUyAdm1zX7d3U5lu3LFkTfiapq480w=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRQ452duAooPxG4tMpmvYQJmbmXWOKNN9gyhepsNved5VUWzacHkp_ttJQfHWW_s6cUNrVLollowDMl-FAN4qHUijww9Bv-YYBF4EEG2ue_438Ucw14mS_JRpkWJeHdWmi2xg92K3ZTYQcf4QrlXfoFiOZmUyAdm1zX7d3U5lu3LFkTfiapq480w=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching "Pyramid" by David MacCaulay like Mommy did when she was homeschooled. The circle is now complete. I've had them all watch it. There's a book that goes with it, too.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAus9WUeeXsya6ePYopQBNyPFTx4NKZ_GlR8SBNVjLtfiy33ABcKJhrol5Jjgt9FZy9lWzAYxZ5HEE9q6n-a1Pg6mUixs9rH6ZEY2pTwNZycS10848A4WK8p-l9uWFkARDE8_AFiWl1RX78auLvxSpWWSc8pKjbubOXW7C60Oq7vKXxXX37Yrc9A=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiAus9WUeeXsya6ePYopQBNyPFTx4NKZ_GlR8SBNVjLtfiy33ABcKJhrol5Jjgt9FZy9lWzAYxZ5HEE9q6n-a1Pg6mUixs9rH6ZEY2pTwNZycS10848A4WK8p-l9uWFkARDE8_AFiWl1RX78auLvxSpWWSc8pKjbubOXW7C60Oq7vKXxXX37Yrc9A=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It combines a cartoon story that goes along with some live footage of the author showing real footage of the current (to that time period) state of the pyramids and artifacts. Oh, and what was cool was that I could bring whatever I wanted up on my phone and then send it to the TV. But then I couldn't use my phone. I will mess around with some more. I could just save the video(s) to my history and then they can access my recent history and watch them from there, too. Or I could bring it up or whatever. We'll see. Technology is a complicated beast.<br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxWl2JQAilZyPq2LFgbOmcm4RSNvCXEUJ4uTe8eQWi6FV6o6mXlzMvuEIv7CxPoHgTy-Y6aeTWCuNuvpf0d9w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p><br /></p><p>Saturday - On My Own</p><p>- Super sleepy and can't seem to get these blogs done so I can switch over to the taxes. I have one month left and usually I have them at least plugged in by now! Ugh!</p><p>- Abishai has been very good today and not begged for TV or gotten into anything. He played for a long time this morning, so he did have 1 hr of TV this morning and then I let him on a bit early this afternoon so I could get started on my afternoon work. </p><p>- I tried to be domestic this morning and make light bulbs match in every light fixture but we don't have enough of the same kind of light bulb to work. However I did get rid of all of the fluorescent balls. I don't like the idea that those kind can give you headaches and wear out your brain. I also wanted to make sure all the light bulbs were white light instead of yellow. I'm not sure I got that achieved, but I did the best I can. I also found a 150 W light bulb and put it in my lamp beside the green couch. It's super bright and now maybe I can see my puzzles better. We'll see. Unfortunately, when I was doing that, I saw just how dirty the hallway light fixture and whole house fan is and it made me feel like an even worse housekeeper. Deep cleaning is so hard for me to get to because I have no time, no energy, no ability (because I'm short and it wears out my short fibro arms). Sigh. So, I wrote it down on my list for another day. But it's gross. And not hospitable for guests at all. Ew.</p><p>- We had a hodge podge lunch and then Abishai and snugggled on my bed. We sent sad faces to Daddy and an "I miss you" video. Then he farted in and out my sheets a million times and laughed up a storm. So hopefully I helped fill up his love tank today. But we both miss Daddy on Daddy's day. It's too quiet. Jared won't be home until my bedtime and won't see Abishai until the morning. Again, I'm glad this doesn't happen every weekend. We cherish our Saturdays together.They are truly our Sabbaths.<br /></p><p>- Oh no! It's Daylight Savings Time! I have to set the clocks AHEAD an hour and I didn't push the kids to take their showers and bath early! Crud! So now I have to push them through the water and soap AGAIN! Good grief! Why is this is such a hard thing to do EVERY week?! Well, it's done now and all the clocks are fixed. But now I've lost an hour of my downtime. Grrr.</p><p>- But, I did get everything entered for the taxes and our refund is approximately what it had been for the past 6 yrs with the exception of last year. So, I'm confident the stimulus monies didn't change anything and the wonky looking W-2's aren't messing with anything. But I do have to go back and understand those W-2's so that will be a project for another day. </p><p>- Little man purposefully fell asleep in our bed because he wants to sleep with us all night. I hope Daddy isn't too mad that I let him. Jared is the one driving tonight and he won't get home until after midnight (new time), so yeah, it should be interesting. And then, we have to figure out how to get everyone to church tomorrow with just one vehicle. I don't know if Jared will come back and get me or I'll just stay home. Thankfully Keturah doesn't need to be super early or anything. We'll see. Maybe we'll all just go at 11. And then I didn't plan lunch, so again, who knows. Tomorrow is nap time or puzzle time since I caught up on paper work today.<br /></p><p><br /></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipfFBxMJFVoP50czV316BcZu2uB_eNIwYqK7B5Pktca1r7BepAt_Rf_4huGDea2GoUorGWTbc_6urllXC1_XCIUKX8Mr5UCaaNy69HWsU04cAmusw1Ydlaiqyv0UBYBTjvQM6D01L0mo5TJogeCnTRw4BBOmbL_iB4TN-O8caBl8QjHegu3BjaYA=s3088" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEipfFBxMJFVoP50czV316BcZu2uB_eNIwYqK7B5Pktca1r7BepAt_Rf_4huGDea2GoUorGWTbc_6urllXC1_XCIUKX8Mr5UCaaNy69HWsU04cAmusw1Ydlaiqyv0UBYBTjvQM6D01L0mo5TJogeCnTRw4BBOmbL_iB4TN-O8caBl8QjHegu3BjaYA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I thought I had caught my camera in time before he had a chance to take a selfie, but I guess not!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9IUyuRXibo18TXGYLcHmHiq5CtMRUfyLvMBfQZedatCTH9LDZhAigIbnjdMhCbge2aEiOuswi7Th4Ovh4we_UTcJpc_VuoIlZUlIbtv3TtJagowl4arEsU4PX-EXI1N40lSLPjy_DTlvfTVORSm7RWPfQDaHbpIvJPegxh4tsSmSr3Q7YLufS-g=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9IUyuRXibo18TXGYLcHmHiq5CtMRUfyLvMBfQZedatCTH9LDZhAigIbnjdMhCbge2aEiOuswi7Th4Ovh4we_UTcJpc_VuoIlZUlIbtv3TtJagowl4arEsU4PX-EXI1N40lSLPjy_DTlvfTVORSm7RWPfQDaHbpIvJPegxh4tsSmSr3Q7YLufS-g=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Super cold last night and today. Winter isn't over folks. Brrr!!!!!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz_gV2Eg2CXSF-bMY54hPe0_ERs_BiNGBxtTZll74bVB3_t012EVURTKPIrZ-okJ-ERmxtXhbsFS1r7KF-BLCbeV3hrEJBvZPSFU1DIqNEo99PYYRCRjPWAeWfsJNyOiVp6OR13dx9dFfdNz2fhrVucri1VV31Tr9addiSRNv_uvl4WZw4zaHkDw=s528" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="528" data-original-width="526" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiz_gV2Eg2CXSF-bMY54hPe0_ERs_BiNGBxtTZll74bVB3_t012EVURTKPIrZ-okJ-ERmxtXhbsFS1r7KF-BLCbeV3hrEJBvZPSFU1DIqNEo99PYYRCRjPWAeWfsJNyOiVp6OR13dx9dFfdNz2fhrVucri1VV31Tr9addiSRNv_uvl4WZw4zaHkDw=s320" width="319" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amen.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy9-4RczDV8foul1EPtfoW-GzrNnOkomec3fyw9KPG78TCp5E21ALORkH7irwXpT3VGRzNhqTccMPrbP10thOMKHCr_86Xt4fp4p-ssnfGqK1AzmCdLUPSeFC8ecKX7KHsAcueOunih8gO88Fj2kYRwvKuVaPTPF6qWwnPoEiB_SH_M1eoZHY-3Q=s1792" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhy9-4RczDV8foul1EPtfoW-GzrNnOkomec3fyw9KPG78TCp5E21ALORkH7irwXpT3VGRzNhqTccMPrbP10thOMKHCr_86Xt4fp4p-ssnfGqK1AzmCdLUPSeFC8ecKX7KHsAcueOunih8gO88Fj2kYRwvKuVaPTPF6qWwnPoEiB_SH_M1eoZHY-3Q=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very cool!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH_mSRjzDubOgQLAKOShrsorEBa6wwVKisc9TN8_wMET4tDhXUBO__PlhdMw3aYzq4FcZ2MYsHrgAK9YAU9vmAgYm0PnBRHb4j974jkHmGtUGNg6nLsk0_GABKWond4aPw-CqvDTXPhvAKHZNT1v2Oeatv_u1A0fFi1hGHgsLI9BYaKIazPK7a8A=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiH_mSRjzDubOgQLAKOShrsorEBa6wwVKisc9TN8_wMET4tDhXUBO__PlhdMw3aYzq4FcZ2MYsHrgAK9YAU9vmAgYm0PnBRHb4j974jkHmGtUGNg6nLsk0_GABKWond4aPw-CqvDTXPhvAKHZNT1v2Oeatv_u1A0fFi1hGHgsLI9BYaKIazPK7a8A=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In response to our family texting thread about who is awake and who is still sleeping because they also had a stormy night. Jared sent the meme of Anna from Frozen sleeping with her hair all crooked and she's all twisted up, which is a direct representation of this one, so of course I had to send a photo of Keturah doing the same thing. The teens refused to get up before 11. Sigh.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI1FcRBgeT1fQCL48hLGCvtU81xDQXwZ_6fTdHEdc0lbnZFVQ24Uh8nDPwHQM64k-VJBWiSyqYNYpxrrZAw_blrzcXFdRgCYC-58w80LldV9kIEE1lwwsu21p9joLGeccPqDw1ZUzMxpSn5gZdpaP7cRBmKKJyZJuT__0Nb1uaXbnXGCnMH_Mt1A=s1792" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhI1FcRBgeT1fQCL48hLGCvtU81xDQXwZ_6fTdHEdc0lbnZFVQ24Uh8nDPwHQM64k-VJBWiSyqYNYpxrrZAw_blrzcXFdRgCYC-58w80LldV9kIEE1lwwsu21p9joLGeccPqDw1ZUzMxpSn5gZdpaP7cRBmKKJyZJuT__0Nb1uaXbnXGCnMH_Mt1A=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I knew Gary had gone to Illinois, so I checked to see exactly where after Jared had sent me an update on where he and Mike were at. Well, they were pretty much going to be passing close by where Gary was, so I teased him and said, "Are you going to stop and say Good Night to your Dad as you go rolling through?" He of course said no. And I didn't know what route they were exactly going to take. But it was interesting to see how scattered the men of e2 can be now that we have Mike on board, as well as the "Bench," which is other volunteers that can do the workshops on behalf of e2, as well as the 3 original guys. So, Jim Estep and another guy did the workshops at this conference in Missouri that Mike and Jared drove out to, while Gary was doing an elders' retreat in Illinois.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMVySb4dKMHy1clrcO5DrYH9XZlZp9AY7om1diI0eRrplNVtCBygZvX5Zi1FrQjCGGeX893j05X_H1c5umQ65-bIdnVTzaOhwfP4HWjtaivpr_9kezlEEu9DQl6tQuvUk9T6-QD2Ddl02LqjMBrRAXQcmlirQTdnJZ8IajQG0Yql7mpnZBs1r02A=s1792" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1792" data-original-width="828" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMVySb4dKMHy1clrcO5DrYH9XZlZp9AY7om1diI0eRrplNVtCBygZvX5Zi1FrQjCGGeX893j05X_H1c5umQ65-bIdnVTzaOhwfP4HWjtaivpr_9kezlEEu9DQl6tQuvUk9T6-QD2Ddl02LqjMBrRAXQcmlirQTdnJZ8IajQG0Yql7mpnZBs1r02A=w296-h640" width="296" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mike and Jared's possibly routes.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZGWnnr4kLzdn-mld6AgrwGCCtn-slgibOUMQR9JbXdLXTKQJ6vPRKahVJ3JNSCR7GFvhsTGwSaJ3WZTCX_iHmvBZZurIIne4B-bUx57UpOFjbhbJLbcTi92M9AgoPmeSQCvQpS64cjG838Im4-XHZFQRHfenNo_zYKEep727r51kMkWK2LqbYvw=s3088" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZGWnnr4kLzdn-mld6AgrwGCCtn-slgibOUMQR9JbXdLXTKQJ6vPRKahVJ3JNSCR7GFvhsTGwSaJ3WZTCX_iHmvBZZurIIne4B-bUx57UpOFjbhbJLbcTi92M9AgoPmeSQCvQpS64cjG838Im4-XHZFQRHfenNo_zYKEep727r51kMkWK2LqbYvw=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We miss Daddy! And yes, Abishai ended up sleeping in our bed until Daddy got home. He easily woke up and walked to his own bed though. And he came back and got the rest of his stuff like his music box so he could self soothe back to sleep. What a champ! But he was also grumpy the next day. Jared and I do not mind snuggling him during the day, but there's no way this kid could sleep in our bed at night. There's no room. We only have a full sized mattress.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxlUstF2t96-k2MwomW8QnB56AptRwncPsnHFZJJCTESweVK1poR4N1tqsnvL_0ZuL1nVI8P69I0g8MUbZFTQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p></p><p>Sunday - Super, Duper cold again.</p><p>- Yes, it was really cold again. I stayed home from church because actually, I didn't have transportation this time. Jared took my car so he could fit the 3 kids and himself. He could have come and gotten me later, but we didn't really talk about it. I did my usual listening online to the 9am and then putzing around after that. Today that looked like just a lot of resting because I'm so tired from the week. And that's totally ok. The sermon was really, really good about evangelizing. I had some great points that I wrote down, too. I wasn't into the worship music today, but that's because I was tired and some mornings are like that.</p><p>- Lunch was a mixture of leftovers. I didn't make anything and Leah is still in New Orleans. Yup. And the fridge is bare. So we went to the grocery store right after lunch. And it was super busy. But, Aldi's had all four of their lanes open and we got through the lane quickly. Yeah Aldi's! And I got the buckets I wanted for the big bathroom! Not quite the right color but close! I might go back and get the grey or black ones instead but at least I got the little ones for inside the cabinet. $5 for 4 plastic bins with a bit of texture. I'm a happy girl. We'll see if they take up too much space. But they may also prevent me from overloading that cabinet as well. We'll see!</p><p>- Then a little nap and boom, it was time for youth group! Oh and it was Daylight Savings Time, too! We got up just fine and everything. But dinner happened after youth group. Oh well. The kids went with it. But DST always throws off the dinner hour for me because it's never turning dark when it needs to. And with Abishai and Tang Soo at 6, it's going to make it worse. I don't want him to eat at 7 and then go to bed at 8:30. I don't think it's wise to go to bed with a full stomach like that and when it's light out. But I don't want him going to bed at 9:30 either. Sigh.</p><p>- Speaking of big/little guy, I did have Jared help him get out his other front tooth this afternoon. It popped out pretty easily. Unfortunately it did bleed for a bit and Abishai didn't like that. But that adult tooth, as you'll see below, is fully engaged already. Abishai has a bit of a lisp but it won't last long. He'll just be my little toothless guy for maybe a week. I'll get him to talk, sing, and read on video this week just for fun. But man, they grow up so fast! That tooth was making me nervous though because of the angle and I was afraid it was going to pop out at an inconvenient time. But now it's done and I don't have to worry. The tooth fairy is broke though. Three teeth in like a week's time. </p><p>- I can't believe the weekend is over already. I'm not happy that we didn't have Daddy day. Since we don't get to see much of Jared during the week, I guess I rely on seeing him on Saturdays. Well, we didn't get that yesterday. So I feel like I haven't seen him much at all. This season of life is strange and busy. It's just a season. It will be over before we are even used to it. With Justin getting his license sometime this summer, we'll only have two kids to transport. And really, Justin could transport Keturah to youth group on Sunday evenings. I know Benaiah didn't do it much, but he was dating Ava and would go out afterwards or whatever. Justin wouldn't be tied as much to that I don't think. We'll see though. Justin can drive to his small group, but we would have Keturah's small group and Abishai's Tang Soo. It doesn't seem like much, but at the end of the day, there's still other things to keep track of, and you're exhausted from the daytime stuff. And house maintenance. And homeschooling. Yup. And I will have to help Justin with things for a few more years yet. But then I won't have to. So, we'll slow down or see each other more again soon enough. Right now, we just hang on and enjoy the activity of the here and now. Because kiddos are the focus while they finish growing up, with us a close second so we don't get totally left behind of course, and we are. We've made it this far, we can keep going.</p><p>- I was writing this up because someone was asking about it for an event coming in August, but in August, we will have a 20 yr old, an almost 17 yr old, a 14 yr old, and a 7 1/2 yr old. That's a college student, a senior, a freshman, and a 2nd grader. Oh my word. How is that even possible. We were just 17 and 19 and dating long distance. In fact, I revisit those ages often because people ask how we met or when they ask about our homeschooling journey and I have to go back in my mind to at least when Benaiah was in Kindergarten or I try to put myself in the kids' shoes so I know how to move forward with them. And then when I do that, I try to imagine what my 17 yr old self was thinking what my 40 yr old self was going to look like. Uh, not like this, that's for certain. But it's just plain weird. Like, how have we experienced 20 years of life together? It doesn't feel like it's been that long. And yet, we do have all these stories and experiences to share. No wonder people ask me questions and are actually listening. And when I was 20, I was listening to 40 yr olds telling me stories and sitting there in awe of them and wanting to be like them. Yes, I really was! I've always looked up to older people! I've always wanted to be mentored! I hate rebelling against my elders. I want wisdom. I want to look up to people. I want to learn from them. That's why it's so hard when they disappoint me. But now I'm in this weird place where I am the person that others look up to. And yet, I feel inadequate still. Like, I haven't lived long enough yet. But I have. And I need to remember that. It's ok to say that. I know just enough to share and help others. And I can have confidence in that because others have told me that I have helped them. I'm not out there strutting my stuff. I know I've been helpful and that's all I've ever wanted to be. To mentor others like I have been mentor. I continue to be mentored, too. So I'm now the monkey in the middle. My position has shifted. And it's weird and thrilling and fun and intimidating all at the same time. I just have to be careful not to get all in a huff when a "young one" tries to come in and tells me what to do, because I can (in my mind) turn around and say "look here, I've been doing this for 15 yrs, I think I know a thing or two about this or that." Especially at church where everyone seems to be younger than me. Part of the staff is our age (or thereabouts), but part off the staff is younger. There's very few that are of the older generation, if any, really. We are the leaders now. Or rather, the younger ones are leading us. I don't like it that way. I've become a complaining gray hair already. I had expected a bit more of a transition where our generation had a hold of the congregation for awhile. But it didn't happen. It skipped us. And that's not helping me connect. But that's my problem. In the long term, it will help stabilize the church and keep it going for a much longer time. It just left my generation in la la land or missing or we left creating a vacuum of less volunteers, a smaller youth group, and different dynamics. Yeah, that's that.</p><p>- So, babies are asleep, the weekend has come and gone. A new week is here, but we only have one appointment. Thank goodness because it's time to take the van to the mechanic tomorrow. And Gary's vehicle is also in the shop, too, so who knows what kind of vehicle juggling we all have to do. I wish I had heard from our oldest today, but Benaiah did sit with Jared at 9am. I guess he wasn't doing behind the scenes, which is unusual. I'm glad he wasn't embarrassed to sit with his dad. I'm not sure Jared did that at age 19. In fact, I know he didn't because Gary and Leah always sat on the front row and Jared always sat on the back row. So, that's awesome that Jared and Benaiah can share that moment together. Relationships can happen, reconciliation and repairs and miracles, all do happen with lots of prayer.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTISqe_-waBFPA_qFjqENsFzbpcaFdRqWO9-cETOm89R0TMHzRsSuWel5Scv6bq3GwSlglVbmvUO4avi63Bf-VEOuhKzQfTIt5vbpWDsGs5y7SgpaEal9oVDU8afbY3jR9zlreu7q23TqFCgIzojQLTqROXQqGLyMY7_zlJD8beQLswOw-tCTMTg=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgTISqe_-waBFPA_qFjqENsFzbpcaFdRqWO9-cETOm89R0TMHzRsSuWel5Scv6bq3GwSlglVbmvUO4avi63Bf-VEOuhKzQfTIt5vbpWDsGs5y7SgpaEal9oVDU8afbY3jR9zlreu7q23TqFCgIzojQLTqROXQqGLyMY7_zlJD8beQLswOw-tCTMTg=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared pointed out how geometrically shaped Abishai's stack of snack boxes was after we went grocery shopping today and he's so right. That kid's brain just thinks in patterns all the time.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilvfjtVQcB7Ixw6gin1q2TFSRjMGZxBqaIAF_V7TO4k6mbDOdfKPgL1_8YTHyOWgC8KzLFfFB2JAV0G4wGEtC4rD_tbcFti2CvMKW6LMA69H_tt5LJ8clEsFiMD0eqF1010kzRZQJeiaZ3s7objVOM6kDDLpbP9sovFUPEo-n1FQWZCg1mkVpczQ=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEilvfjtVQcB7Ixw6gin1q2TFSRjMGZxBqaIAF_V7TO4k6mbDOdfKPgL1_8YTHyOWgC8KzLFfFB2JAV0G4wGEtC4rD_tbcFti2CvMKW6LMA69H_tt5LJ8clEsFiMD0eqF1010kzRZQJeiaZ3s7objVOM6kDDLpbP9sovFUPEo-n1FQWZCg1mkVpczQ=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I bet you didn't want to see a close up of a kids' baby tooth but now you have. So tiny, yet, still the same layers as an adult tooth. Because God created all our bodies to be so complicated that there is no way we could have come from lower life forms. So fascinating.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_oaDDXd5-ITHkSVAU-jd-BP8hNd-wv-SlUtF8pP44X8TJ0apF5LdkMNFynZqZZKirTcSMUidyPvUk5CVkshghFtvbowFnBPjiKaGTZ-aldQvd_zSgEn9imEqyLUyVZUu6Kdvr72hghil8gfttSicdJdMnLZdJzTloQHAA8BMNK1W5kMLUtnwvGg=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi_oaDDXd5-ITHkSVAU-jd-BP8hNd-wv-SlUtF8pP44X8TJ0apF5LdkMNFynZqZZKirTcSMUidyPvUk5CVkshghFtvbowFnBPjiKaGTZ-aldQvd_zSgEn9imEqyLUyVZUu6Kdvr72hghil8gfttSicdJdMnLZdJzTloQHAA8BMNK1W5kMLUtnwvGg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You could see the grooves on it from the wear and tear in person.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCO_0pPQ3zARJkdTa9muOWQSe9UhzwsCfCdcDLotU-XGhbi1X1Gy1UsWqLtI7wbknCiCVXgiF49Xefj7SeN0U4HyCdV5gWFVnTIX0DBZOEWTA_EotgZiSfIWEsobgkOq7w7PCZ1ZqwHrJagihFtCcZSABLUcfktwqtqcN0wnlVJy9WcIbxSQ1dFg=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhCO_0pPQ3zARJkdTa9muOWQSe9UhzwsCfCdcDLotU-XGhbi1X1Gy1UsWqLtI7wbknCiCVXgiF49Xefj7SeN0U4HyCdV5gWFVnTIX0DBZOEWTA_EotgZiSfIWEsobgkOq7w7PCZ1ZqwHrJagihFtCcZSABLUcfktwqtqcN0wnlVJy9WcIbxSQ1dFg=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can you see just how much that adult tooth has already come down just in two or three days? I'm so happy that incisor is now out! So far, none of the kids have had to have braces, so let's make sure this one doesn't need to have them either. I still have to really look and see if any of them could use braces for cosmetic reasons, but medically, the dentist hasn't said one word about them. And the kids themselves haven't talked about hating their teeth. So, we've been blessed.<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfrmRjfmmgCPv1g0PukiuVSE4yXC25CAPlQnH5S2xbuYOWDeQscTsyWKHXL4LblcVIhptyHHNZcMdowhmo86VnoDBo09vAgXTvw9FxBS8EdiCpAW18nzjP9MGgh9Oamfy3lvZ5E2iiQaTZxLkO1vQtJrTLTf0Hrg-sKXy7quOZRFQ77Ln8qEhOQA=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgfrmRjfmmgCPv1g0PukiuVSE4yXC25CAPlQnH5S2xbuYOWDeQscTsyWKHXL4LblcVIhptyHHNZcMdowhmo86VnoDBo09vAgXTvw9FxBS8EdiCpAW18nzjP9MGgh9Oamfy3lvZ5E2iiQaTZxLkO1vQtJrTLTf0Hrg-sKXy7quOZRFQ77Ln8qEhOQA=s320" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Big teeth, little teeth, getting so grown up!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhC1zIE6kEUrFeYmdM37hfW85z1Z9Q1Vq5Y6AtTa9ue4UHw369mbtZtSZapxN5_6otY43oFUsWr9I9Bg38vBIggygDBDjl0jbDu7ZFxBsXsBUIra5J5JmDe-ImvWhn0rcudph5N56q6yFvcmArjoM2bXGT2FHSCmU6QNPzbXLBPahcG7LZtIPWVLw=s4032" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhC1zIE6kEUrFeYmdM37hfW85z1Z9Q1Vq5Y6AtTa9ue4UHw369mbtZtSZapxN5_6otY43oFUsWr9I9Bg38vBIggygDBDjl0jbDu7ZFxBsXsBUIra5J5JmDe-ImvWhn0rcudph5N56q6yFvcmArjoM2bXGT2FHSCmU6QNPzbXLBPahcG7LZtIPWVLw=s320" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Watching Josh and the Big Wall, Veggietales version with Daddy. But the funny thing is, that episode of Veggietales is older than Benaiah. Thanks to Minno, a faith based subscription video app, Abishai can watch all the Veggietales episodes, Superbook (the new version), Bibleman, Auto B Good, Hermie and Friends, and others. And it's thoroughly enjoying it! He's laughing hysterically at shows we used to watch as teens! This is the perfect age to be watching them! I've been so excited about it because I really don't like it when he's constantly asking for violent video games or cartoons like Transformers that I don't really know what worldview is behind the creators. I feel alot safer with the Minno app and the current video game he likes called Red Rock, the space mining game. Can't go wrong when the guys in Jericho are throwing purple slushies down on the Israelites marching around the city right? Ok, yes, that's wrong, but it is funny! Old school Bob and Larry are the best! And think of it, I bet Jared never dreamed of what his family would be like 25 years later when he first saw these episodes when they were played on the tv at the Christian bookstore where he worked as a teenager. And that bookstore just so happened to be the store right next to the Aldi's we went to today. It's now a different store, but isn't that crazy? We haven't really gone very far from where we started. But time flies. 25 yrs forward in time and we are still watching Veggietales. And we LOVE it!<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p>The End<br /></p>Melinda J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/16391362538184970341noreply@blogger.com0