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church

For the past few weeks, the kids and I have been going to a different church. It’s been a long time since I couldn’t wait to go back to the next service, but now I feel that way each week. It’s good to know that I’m learning as I worship, that I’m coming out a better person, that I’m building friendships and relationships with fellow Christians again.

Last week, I thought Tuesday was Wednesday and was so disappointed when I figured out I had to wait one more day before Wednesday night service.

The kids are enjoying being part of a very active teen/pre-teen youth group. I’m meeting loads of parents who also have teens/pre-teens. Mom, Chrissie and Chrissie’s children have been coming too.

It’s been a very good thing.

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a sad goodbye

Jazzie Michelle
February 15, 1992 – August 11, 2007,

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Just now, the timer went off for something in the oven.
DD14 asked DD11 to get it out since she was at the other end of the house.

DD11 said, “I can’t get it out. I might burn myself and I need this face for school.”

A few minutes later, DD14 asked, “Space? What space do you need for school? What are you talking about??”

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getting DD11 from diabetes camp

I hugged DD11 for the longest time when I saw her!

I went into the cabin & couldn’t find her. I saw her bags all packed up by her bed, but she was not there. Her counselor had to go get her. She was in the bathroom “doing” her hair. When I hugged her, we both had tears rolling down our faces.

On the last night of camp, she was awarded the Code of Life award, the highest honor bestowed at the camp. One child from each cabin gets the award during each session. Her cabin mates & counselors voted on things like integrity, spirit, sense of humor, leadership, attitude, friendship, etc. She got to sign her name on a piece of paper & then have it burned into the Code of Life wall in the lodge. She was so cute showing me.

When we got home, she was very happy, dancing around & singing karaoke with DD13 & two of their cousins (ages 13 & 9), and telling stories. She’s tan, tired & happy and full of knowledge & stories.

I’m so glad she’s home. I could hardly sleep Friday night with the anticipation.

We’re leaving today for a week in Branson. I’m looking forward to having a relaxing time with my kiddos plus one niece, hanging out by the pool & hunting around in antique shops.

impromptu performance

Who knew that an American Idol headset microphone from a McDonald’s Happy Meal could bring so much joy to a ten year old girl?

My daughter has been wearing hers for the past hour and “performing” for her brother and sister. They are enjoying it immensely.

Can you feel the sarcasm in these words as you read them?

Ten year old daughter is taunting them. She’s been singing to them, they’ve been throwing toys and chasing her out of the room.

Of course, this makes it even more fun, so she goes right back to do it all over again.

The mermaid cake


Chrissie made a mermaid cake for DD4’s birthday. She loves coming up with creative cake ideas & is so good at it. They always look great.

She’s got a couple of photos on her blog. Go see how great the cake was!

100 Library Legends

This is Oklahoma’s centennial year. The Oklahoma Library Association has compiled a list of the top 100 contributors to Oklahoma libraries for the first century.

Here’s a link to the page. When you click on the words The Oklahoma Library Legends List, you will go to a list of 100 people/groups. My mom is one of those 100 Library Legends. How cool is that?

The 100 are being honored at a banquet downtown on April 2. Dad, Chrissie and I will be there. Julie is coming to the end of her pregnancy, so she is not able to attend, but will be there in spirit with us to honor Mom. I’m so excited about this – what an incredible honor for an absolutely amazing lady.

countdown tickers

Many people find their way to my blog looking for the weight loss ticker that I put on my blog in 2005. It has been removed. However, I’ve made a few samples tickers for you to see.

Visit ticker factory dot com to make your own tickers for all occasions.





Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday Dear Chrissie–

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Today is my dear sister’s birthday. She’s not a day over… er… 29!

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Merry Christmas

from our family to yours.
Wishing you a joyous Christmas and all the best in 2007.

I am from

I saw a beautiful poem at D’s blog . The poem originated here.
To see poems of others, look
here.


I am from clotheslines, walking the fence and gunny sack swings, from Tide, Clorox and Burpee garden seeds.

I am from the kind of small town where everyone knows your family…..a two-story house at the end of the drive built just the way Mom & Dad designed it, safe, comforting, happy…. home.

I am from the tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, the touch-me-nots, impantiens, black-eyed susans and bachelor buttons.

I am from holidays with all the family at Meema & Grandad’s house and not being afraid of hard work, from Johnson and Bunch, Haley and Bennett.

I am from the walks along the railroad tracks and spinning honey from the hives outside and picking blackberries for cobbler.

From not sitting to close to the television, doing the right thing because it’s the right thing to do and being kind to others.

I am from Mountain Fork Christian Camp, Bible studies in our living room packed with teenagers, trips to Six Flags over Texas with the youth group, late night devotionals on the shores of the lake.

I’m from Stillwater, Oklahoma and the Choctaw Tribe of Mississippi, corn on the cob and venison.

From the “Jeanie-Weanie I beat you”, the paddling from Mrs. Dean in 2nd grade, and Oreos, fishing and campfires when camping at the lake with Jack & JoAnn.

I am from the “dog will bite” sign for Chubbs, Chico, Wayside Grocery, Granny scratching my back on the front porch, Papa’s desserts, picking potatoes from the tilled rows at Grandpa Haley’s house, driving Uncle Ben’s golf cart.

I am from happy stories passed down from parent to child. I am from holding hands and praying together before dinner every night, waiting until Christmas morning to open gifts, a new ornament to mark each year, chocolate chip cookies and Easter bread.

I am from photos, family trees, birth and death certificates, our family roll number, the little red table & chairs, Meema’s quilts.

I am a compilation of both sides of my family, of my parents and of the choices I have made.

I am sure of my family’s love and friendship. This gives me strength, independence and stablility.

 

Central Air

The house I live in now doesn’t have central air. It has 3 window units. 2 of them work. It has an attic fan. I live in Central Oklahoma. It’s been in the mid-90’s and VERY humid here.  Imagine living in someone’s mouth. ICK!

On Saturday, I’m moving. I will have — drumroll please — CENTRAL AIR!!! Yippee! It’s been almost 5 years since I’ve had central air. 5 summers of sweltering heat, feeling hot & sticky upon awakening, sweaty underclothes (is there anything worse than this? I can think of worse than sweaty underpants, but right now it’s at the top of my DISLIKE list), and enormous electric bills from the window units running constantly in this poorly insulated house.

THREE MORE HOT NIGHTS! Only 3!

Actually, I’m thinking that Friday night, after I pick up the keys & before my furniture is moved in on Saturday morning, the kids & I may take sleeping bags over & sleep with the AC turned on! If we decide to do that, then only 2 more nights in this hot house! 🙂

Titanium – Lubs

I just want to tell you that I appreciate all of your unconditional support.. You’re a great person and I’m honored to know you!

Lubs~ Ginger

I’m moving the first weekend of July

about 15 minutes away from my current home. I feel VERY unorganized & scattered right now. My whole house is full of stacked/filled boxes. I feel claustrophobic. AAACCCCKKK!!!

I cannot wait to get moved/unpacked & have it over with.

I even forgot to call my niece for her birthday yesterday. I am usually really good about sending cards & calling my nieces & nephews (well, all of my family, immediate & extended). I love doing that. Lately, I’ve not been so great about it. I know I should give myself a break b/c I’ve got a LOT on my plate, but I expect more of myself than this.

When I was a kid

in junior high, my aunt and grandma created these little bears. They’re made of felt and are about 5 inches tall. They have moveable arms & legs. They were “discovered” at a flea market in Canton, TX called First Monday (a great flea market, BTW) and soon these little bears were selling in boutiques across the nation.


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I remember helping with little jobs. My grandma lived next door & I would rush over each day to see if they needed me to do anything. I’d help cut out felt pieces, cut tiny strips of toilet paper & roll the strips to make tiny TP rolls for the bag lady’s shopping bag. My favorite job was making the tiny ribbon roses.


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To make the ribbon roses, we used a sewing needle that had the top of the eye broken off. I’m not sure if it was manufactured this way or if my aunt or grandma broke it off. I’d start the ribbon with a tiny dot of tacky glue on the end of a toothpick. Then twist the ribbon, place a dot of glue, twist, dot of glue, twist, dot.. until a tiny ribbon rose was created. I’d make tons of these little roses for the bear creations and sometimes I’d make the tiny ribbon leaves that complemented the roses. The leaves were not as much fun as the roses, though.


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I’m not sure how many different designs/costumes they came up with during the time they made these bears. I remember a Scarlet O’Hara bear, a bride & groom, Little Bo Peep (in one of the pics), a cowboy, a clown bear on a carousel horse that was handpainted by my mom & displayed in a glass dome. Once when I was in Atlanta, I saw a display of the little bears in a little boutique. It was kind of surreal.. knowing that I’d probably made some of the little ribbon roses that were in that shop.


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Today, when I look at these little bears displayed throughout my home, I am transported back to those few summers when the days were filled with ribbon, fingers sticky from glue, felt bears strewn all about, stories and laughter from my aunt & grandma.


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