tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5535387711524364272024-03-14T06:02:54.529-07:00Adventure SevenThe adventures of a wife and a husband and our five kids. Some big adventures, some not so big...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-25867486687291825802007-12-28T13:57:00.000-08:002007-12-28T13:59:36.882-08:00Moved sortaWell, I have started three new blogs. I guess I am leaving this one. Here is the new link...<br /><br /><a href="http://thefamilylife-chris.blogspot.com/">http://thefamilylife-chris.blogspot.com/</a>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-60893717299286153112007-12-18T13:45:00.000-08:002007-12-18T13:48:14.332-08:00So much to sayThere is so much going on around here that I want to share. But Christmas time and the end of the school year seems to be so busy with the kids stuff. I have also taken on something else to do, check out my new blog <a href="http://bringinguppuppy-chris.blogspot.com/">http://bringinguppuppy-chris.blogspot.com/</a> .<br /><br />I will be back, I promise!Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-16280807897071303952007-12-01T09:19:00.000-08:002007-12-01T09:25:28.825-08:00Saturday mornI am laying here in bed listening to the sounds of the house. My husband is getting the kids ready to go to church. I am not going today, I am going to have a lazy morning in bed bundled up with a sore throat. <br /><br />The sounds of the house are actually happy sounds this morning. I can hear the kids getting along, which is not an everyday <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">occurrence</span>. There is Christmas music playing and I can hear the girls singing along. The little boys are having <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">their</span> morning Star Wars Lego discussion and my oldest is talking to his dad. I love it when they all get along. I makes my heart swell with love and happiness.<br /><br />I am sure the spell will be broken shortly when someone does something to annoy someone else. But for now, I am really loving this Saturday morning.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-58063203722436093502007-11-30T07:29:00.000-08:002007-11-30T07:43:39.593-08:00No Way!I can't believe it has been a month since I have been here! How lazy am I? I could go on and on about how busy I have been but who isn't busy? But yes, I have been busy - blah blah blah.<br /><br />We did take a trip to Arizona for Thanksgiving for 8 days. We went with my husbands brother and his family. It was such a restful and fun week. It was really hard to come back to reality. I do have pictures to share but I haven't even looked at them yet myself.<br /><br />Today is such a nice day. The kids don't have school and it is raining outside. The perfect day to throw the ingredients for vegetarian chili into the crockpot and bake chocolate chip cookies and snuggle up with a good book.<br /><br />On the reading front, I have been reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hawk-Dove-Trilogy-Penelope-Wilcock/dp/1581341385/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196436816&sr=8-1">The Hawk and the Dove</a> for the past month. Wow, what a book! It really has made me think. It is a trilogy and three books in one. There are 557 pages in the book and I am on page 540, almost done! I have the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mermaid-Chair-Sue-Monk-Kidd/dp/0143036696/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1196437002&sr=1-1">Mermaid Chair </a>waiting to read next. It didn't get great reviews on Amazon but I am going to give it a try. I am so enjoying reading again!<br /><br />I can hear the rain again, such a pleasant sound this morning. I am going to enjoy it and finish my book now...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-42791685440851244072007-11-01T17:42:00.000-07:002007-11-30T07:42:53.928-08:00Obligatory Pumpkin Patch post<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxamwq7eCmQ3Z5ObrsdDO5PjcMFxjHGVK7kswl2Am8P-VAyq1R6CGgFhJFQoeTP77rsUvy-6r2KQOU1pXWGwAraIs8X9mM8WV1-VgGiA6xKnNwuQdYr1vglaCuWgDqFbjpWNthfo59Yp1Z/s1600-h/P1010102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128042823452329234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxamwq7eCmQ3Z5ObrsdDO5PjcMFxjHGVK7kswl2Am8P-VAyq1R6CGgFhJFQoeTP77rsUvy-6r2KQOU1pXWGwAraIs8X9mM8WV1-VgGiA6xKnNwuQdYr1vglaCuWgDqFbjpWNthfo59Yp1Z/s320/P1010102.JPG" border="0" /></a> I tried to post this yesterday but Blogger ate it up, the big B must have made a pumpkin pie out of it or maybe pumpkin soup. I am sure <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">today's</span> post will not be anywhere near as witty and funny as yesterdays try.<br /><br />Casey's preschool went to the pumpkin patch a couple of weeks ago on a field trip. Being the overprotective, ultra involved mom that I am, I insisted, or should I say volunteered, to be a driver. Above is a picture of Casey and her friend K and J that is in another class. J attached himself to me for some reason. He was just SO shy, he stood with his head down most of the time. I tried and tried to get him involved in the activities but I usually found him standing next to my leg. The girls on the other hand I had to chase.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkz5JrlRLVO8SZTbJYlPwqEaMD-Pjdlq_IaCQEqYHAQPZB-cAmaSw-AnmXc7vPPT4TUjQqieD91cOp96ch77nVIj6dAh1p6KrPyXI21Ig_lUVeY0I4YsZQwWPQt8n52MnFMSgd4N-2zQr/s1600-h/P1010103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128042282286449922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfkz5JrlRLVO8SZTbJYlPwqEaMD-Pjdlq_IaCQEqYHAQPZB-cAmaSw-AnmXc7vPPT4TUjQqieD91cOp96ch77nVIj6dAh1p6KrPyXI21Ig_lUVeY0I4YsZQwWPQt8n52MnFMSgd4N-2zQr/s320/P1010103.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cortney went too because when you are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">homeschooled</span> you can go do the fun things with the preschoolers when you want. I am sure she must have learned something there.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBfWv1NuoGXKinMk49-IRdL6WA24xuy-hCtjUIWet-X3oLcHxFJynAbd7T3i1tbYK3kQN471xL-ErAEn1BU4XJGaxTAenC_j_Cla5Z36TxWwWr-vPhrWmWKfIYBpecXR5KhNql1SQOedH/s1600-h/P1010109.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128041917214229746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBfWv1NuoGXKinMk49-IRdL6WA24xuy-hCtjUIWet-X3oLcHxFJynAbd7T3i1tbYK3kQN471xL-ErAEn1BU4XJGaxTAenC_j_Cla5Z36TxWwWr-vPhrWmWKfIYBpecXR5KhNql1SQOedH/s320/P1010109.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Feeding the goats was a big hit. The slobbering, yucky, stinky goats. Casey and this goat made <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">friends</span>, well, until Casey ran out of food and then he dropped her like a hot potato. She didn't seem to notice as I hurried the little ones over to wash and sterilize their little hands.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0x-nofOYCc5uur2LWDTqavpCS_JRRSKl0NYioPbgAKKV6eMtlu0qT69L-wJcfQvBWVXwLHv7G_JtuLuHegtJl76HLYLfyGHLlTKclJMCccJawre0Fo8JjtKFvdr0QqpVApKH4U1J3fr9k/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128041131235214562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0x-nofOYCc5uur2LWDTqavpCS_JRRSKl0NYioPbgAKKV6eMtlu0qT69L-wJcfQvBWVXwLHv7G_JtuLuHegtJl76HLYLfyGHLlTKclJMCccJawre0Fo8JjtKFvdr0QqpVApKH4U1J3fr9k/s320/P1010111.JPG" border="0" /></a> Then came the three year old melt down, because you know, no trip is complete without someone having a melt down. I am not even sure what set it off, but three year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">olds</span> don't really need a reason do they? So, she sat with the pumpkins for a while, "my only friends", she said.</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ytehcuSuL_H6KS5k_gNX5V57cJLmLquXzHCIqQNthZu0Co1P6B6sLbwuoSwWlH7h42amRZHo2Im79Y1IzVkSBxgAYiD5Yc3jSs5tMVO_zEjmhtyF6fntzCUw87OTL5g0XVLq153kH2ux/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128040770457961682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ytehcuSuL_H6KS5k_gNX5V57cJLmLquXzHCIqQNthZu0Co1P6B6sLbwuoSwWlH7h42amRZHo2Im79Y1IzVkSBxgAYiD5Yc3jSs5tMVO_zEjmhtyF6fntzCUw87OTL5g0XVLq153kH2ux/s320/P1010120.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Finally I made her come with me to gather with the group for *fun pumpkin songs* (cough, cough). And there is the look. The look that says "I will go with you but I don't have to like it, or you". Her dad says she gets the look from me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwjkA29z0Mlri5SVOKMpqw0bqD0Xku4KMNscJnwN1Q3wDR_4eMnd0At-rRzHPy_IXAaaLTjLASBxRhZjF47GuTGvp9458NJgkchg31OBuZKDe5TeQCfMp8X66kKVrHEZTvI3gm3o2ZjHv/s1600-h/P1010123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128038747528365250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwjkA29z0Mlri5SVOKMpqw0bqD0Xku4KMNscJnwN1Q3wDR_4eMnd0At-rRzHPy_IXAaaLTjLASBxRhZjF47GuTGvp9458NJgkchg31OBuZKDe5TeQCfMp8X66kKVrHEZTvI3gm3o2ZjHv/s320/P1010123.JPG" border="0" /></a> Of course a snack makes everything better. I know it usually works for me. It was a fun trip, melt down and all. I really do enjoy watching the little ones get so excited over little things like pumpkins and feeding goats and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">porta</span> potties. </div><div></div><div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-53811205717117967402007-10-31T09:15:00.001-07:002007-10-31T09:16:25.517-07:00Argh!!!I wrote a whole post with pictures and when I tried to publish it went away! I am so mad! I thought blogger was supposed to save my work. I did try to save it and it wouldn't save. I don't have time to redo it, later...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-56458837756467049442007-10-30T09:58:00.001-07:002007-10-30T10:15:14.187-07:00Milestone<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0k_ME06iY9wJ8GT6MdDp6lu4dDaStOwIBbch0_oVfZ4gOHIo3Z7YV56GZcGhpmRYptB-AtT4ptqmL698pgYeh7jsJhh9CWkFTK2isgNsGDsrzOFwDfwwtUVdi4nsYSe7xGyiT-q1T7Yi/s1600-h/PA060070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127178212175905714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic0k_ME06iY9wJ8GT6MdDp6lu4dDaStOwIBbch0_oVfZ4gOHIo3Z7YV56GZcGhpmRYptB-AtT4ptqmL698pgYeh7jsJhh9CWkFTK2isgNsGDsrzOFwDfwwtUVdi4nsYSe7xGyiT-q1T7Yi/s320/PA060070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last night I taught Cortney, who is 11.5, how to shave under her arms. Yep, my 11.5 year old daughter has hair under her arms and she wanted them gone. So what if it was just 4 or 5 hairs under each arm and that you could hardly see, for a girl in a rush to grow up it is a big deal. So, last night we hit a milestone. She made me promise that I would teach her how to shave her legs in the spring. Really, her legs are a bit hairy, they look like they are covered with little black spider legs so it will be time. She just has no idea what awaits her as a woman, if she did maybe she wouldn't be in such a rush.</div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-52748112626189280082007-10-29T14:02:00.000-07:002007-10-30T10:15:51.381-07:00RamblingI haven't posted in over a week. It has been crazy around here. Southern California has been on fire, and although we are not in any danger of being in the path of any of the fires, the air quality has been horrendous. The ash and smoke made breathing almost impossible most of last week.<br /><br />I do playground duty at my kids public schoo.l The kids were not allowed outside because of the awful air quality, so they all had to stay in the cafeteria during lunch recess and it is not very roomy in there at all. Plus the bookfair is going on and takes up a lot of room. So, I spent most of my time rearranging the kids and trying to keep some kind of order. I would come home with an awful headache due to the bad air, loud noise and stress.<br /><br />I also had parent teacher conferences last week for my boys. Cameron (9 - 4Th grade) is doing well but has trouble focusing. Nothing new for him. I have had him tested for ADD but he does not have it. He just loses interest quickly. I did get a nice complement from Cameron's teacher, she told me that out of a class of 32 students Cameron is the only one that says please and thank you. She said that manners and politeness is very rare from a student these days. That made me proud and sad all at the same time.<br /><br />Collin my Kindergartner is doing well too. He is still having trouble retaining the letters of the alphabet but he is showing improvement so what more can I ask for. The teachers on the other hand ask for too much of these babies in my opinion.<br /><br />It took me four hours to write out lesson plans and do research for our <a href="http://www.truthquesthistory.com/familiesshare/familiesshare.php"><span style="color:#990000;">History</span></a> time. We are studying Ancient Egypt and I find it all so fascinating. More fascinating than the kids do unfortunatly.<br /><br />Two kids had doctors appointments, Cortney had to have labs done, the hubby has been working long hours, blah blah blah.<br /><br />So it was a crazy week, this week should be a little easier.<br /><br />Saturday night my husband went to a <a href="http://www.exploringhomeschooling.com/oc/"><span style="color:#990000;">Homeschool Information Night</span></a> and we both had a nice time. Of course there was the awkward moment when the speaker asked if anyone had a game system, I raised my hand and in a room of about 100 people I was the ONLY one to raise my hand! It was a conservative group but come on, I couldn't be the only one in that room with a "system" in my homes. Or should I say systems since we have an X Box, Wii, Playstation, DS's, and various older game boys. My own husband didn't even raise his hand. Yep, I felt a little singled out. I felt like I need to explain the restrictions I put on the use of those systems. Like they aren't allowed out during the week, good grades must be made to be able to play them etc.<br /><br />After that my husband and I went out to dinner, just the two of us. What a treat that was. These meetings are monthly meetings, and since I have very little dignity, I will show up again, maybe I will even take a DS along to play. So this will be our monthly date night.<br /><br />While we were at dinner Saturday night I mentioned to my husband that I would like to tear the bar out. By bar I mean a half wall between our living room and dinning area that has a narrow bar on top and bookshelves underneath. It is old fashioned looking and ugly. Also without it the living room would look more open and we would have more room. He agreed. Sunday I went to run some errands and when I got home the bar was gone. I guess he thought I meant ASAP. I do like it better but he does have a lot of patching and painting to do now and I have a bit of an eye sore until he is done.<br /><br />I was working on the playground today and there are three fifth grade boys that fight with each other all the time. One boy "J" told me that "A" called him a C*ck sucking b*tch. "A" admitted it and said that the other boy told him too F off first, and "J" admitted to that. Sigh, I just can't believe the language that comes out of these kids at times, and the anger and lack of remorse or regret. I worry about our future sometimes. I can't wait to have all my kids home. I go back and forth about just pulliing them out now, Cameron loves his teacher and she really is a great teacher and Collin is making progress and I have no complaints about his teacher or classmates. Kindergartners are off by themsefls with no contact with the rest of the general population. There are so many sweet little ones at the school, it just so few to make things go bad. Enough rambling, my heart is just heavy tonight and I needed to vent some.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-47944429571946625702007-10-21T09:55:00.000-07:002007-10-21T10:34:15.884-07:00Sunday updatesA few updates on past posts.<br /><br />First, Vern was set free about a week ago. We let him go in the back yard where we found him. We had been spending time with him in the back yard getting him used to the outdoor surroundings. He kept wandering further and further away from us until we decided it was time to say goodbye. It was a sad farewell but we all understand it was what was best for Vern.<br /><br />No dog yet. I still haven't been able to find one that makes me feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kammi</span> did. I will continue to look, I really want a rescue dog. A friend of mine has been encouraging me to just go to our local shelter to find a dog but I know if I go down there and look at all those animals in person we will come home with not only a dog but a bird, several rabbits, and some kind of reptile. I am better off just looking at pictures for now.<br /><br />I finished my book on Friday afternoon. It was a good book, not excellent, but it kept my interest. I felt a bit empty when I finished because I didn't have another book to immediately start reading. So Cortney and I went to the library and got there 15 minutes before they closed. I grabbed a few books hoping I would find one I would enjoy. I started reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-Enemies-Jane-Heller/dp/0312996764/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2/102-5642470-8665746?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192986565&sr=1-2"><span style="color:#990000;">this book</span></a> and so far it seems good.<br /><br />I haven't started to crochet yet. Just haven't been able to find the time. We are taking a trip over Thanksgiving so maybe I will have time to start then.<br /><br />Cody is doing better with his attitude and school work, I don't know what brought around the change and I am not going to question it.<br /><br />Cortney is still sick. After two weeks of complaining about a sore throat and not feeling well this stellar mom took her to the doctor. Low and behold, she has an ear infection and possible strep throat. She is on an antibiotic now and seems to be feeling better. She also had a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tetanus</span> shot while we were there and now she can't lift her arm. I had one last year and I remember how miserable and painful it was. Cody stayed at my moms last night and from what I hear he was throwing up all night. I am not proud of this, but I am glad he was there and not here. I don't deal with vomit well, I usually just join in. This too shall pass...<br /><br />It is going to be hot and windy here the next week. For some reason I hate the wind worse than anything. I think it is the noise it makes and the way it dries my skin and what it does to my hair not to mention the allergies around here. We have had fall weather off and on but it just doesn't stick.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-34960166500719496102007-10-20T08:13:00.000-07:002007-10-20T08:14:52.703-07:00Happy Birthday to Me<a href="http://www.pinkcakebox.com/images/cake176a.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pinkcakebox.com/images/cake176a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-38592895019820270342007-10-18T13:29:00.000-07:002007-10-18T13:38:54.633-07:00ReadingI have always loved to read, ever since I was a little girl. Unfortunately this love of mine has been lost on my kids, so far. They seem to be taking after thier dad when it comes to reading. I so wish they would read more. They have their assigned reading for school of course, but I wish they would read for leisure and fun too.<br /><br />I do my best to set a good example. This past summer I set a goal to read one book a week. I will also add that Cortney finished the reading challenge at the library and I do think with a little more encouragement I will make a reader out of her yet.<br /><br />Back to my goal, I made it plus some. Thank goodness for the library! I have really enjoyed rediscovering the library and all it has to offer.<br /><br />I have been reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Water-Lily-Cross-English-Mysteries/dp/0312365462/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-5642470-8665746?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192739288&sr=1-1"><span style="color:#cc0000;">this book</span></a> for the last three weeks and I just can't seem to find the time to finish it. My days are busy and when I do finally crawl into bed at night with my book and start to read I always seem to doze off. I get so annoyed at myself when I wake up with the book lodged into my neck. I have even tried to have the kids read to me but I still fall asleep and when I wake up the kids are long gone. Since it is a mystery I can't wait to get to the end to find out what happens. I am three quarters of the way through the book and I am determined to finish it before the weekend. If I can just figure out a way to stay awake.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-8827986122632200932007-10-16T13:09:00.000-07:002007-10-16T13:12:01.359-07:00Girls only<a href="http://www.revolvetour.com/"><span style="color:#660000;">This was awesome!</span></a> I danced I sang I embarrassed my daughter. We heard good messages, great music and we bonded.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-25776013034943702132007-10-12T08:32:00.000-07:002007-10-12T09:35:35.331-07:00FridayTGIF! I am still sick, now my throat hurts. Shouldn't I be better by now? It has been a whole week since this cold thing started. I am so impatient.<br /><br />Tonight and tomorrow I am taking Cortney to <a href="http://www.revolvetour.com/"><span style="color:#990000;">The Revolve Tour</span></a>. A bunch of girls from our church are going and I am going along to chaperon. I am really looking forward to it! These preteens are growing up faster and faster these days and it scares me.<br /><br />I really have nothing else to say today. I just don't feel good and am lacking the energy I need to do much of anything. I promise to be more interesting next week...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-8954413076604255612007-10-10T14:29:00.000-07:002007-10-10T14:31:39.627-07:00Picture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3niDlJ2zU4J6mSxk5KqvjC0tW43IWQwJkEQsTHZmYPUcLbnpIw4cjkqAtUnDCmifcG_N4yAyIV5Z0WOip4b3J8I05_waT8ENn5c4JfHo2C6SOg8Mg1vu7L_jVVoO-3yfXihxLHBj5lEQ/s1600-h/P4070158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119823803367547890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv3niDlJ2zU4J6mSxk5KqvjC0tW43IWQwJkEQsTHZmYPUcLbnpIw4cjkqAtUnDCmifcG_N4yAyIV5Z0WOip4b3J8I05_waT8ENn5c4JfHo2C6SOg8Mg1vu7L_jVVoO-3yfXihxLHBj5lEQ/s400/P4070158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSm8TM6JPDl3RiTvDY9PNIw2iDurPBx4E6Tu65aMtRlNpiQR0q9W0bqNNFM6_ggnPRi877LEiAX_MF8A02iijLyhDFwHieM3BAq4vEsvHxFQhraRNf48ujC0YNvn-zl_Pgs0PNzE34c_g/s1600-h/P4010058.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-67815912521489768182007-10-08T10:26:00.000-07:002007-10-08T20:31:14.473-07:00quote of the dayI consider myself a pretty organized person, I have to be since I am a busy mom of five kiddos who is also homeschooling two kids, three if you count the preschool activities I do with Casey. But I often find myself running out of hours in the day that I desperately need, for important things, like reading and writing blogs. It's all about priorities people. I just finished reading <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Homeschooling-Speed-Life-Balancing-School/dp/0805444858/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-8668789-0442412?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1191895438&sr=8-1"><span style="color:#990000;">this book</span> </a>and I found it to be quite helpful. It even came with a disk to print forms and charts to use. I plan on implementing a few of them, soon. Especially the clean room charts, the kids have been taking advantage of their mom being overwhelmed a lot of the time. I have never been one for charts and lists, but as I grow older and the days grow shorter I have decided that it wouldn't hurt to try.<br /><br /><p>This quote made total sense to me, especially since I have been cleaning out the garage. </p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.<br />-A.A. Milne<br /></span><br /><br />I have found things in boxes that I have had since high school. And clothes from the um, 80's. I can't believe I wore some of those things and actually thought I was so cool. I guess I was back then ( hee hee). Anyone remember legwarmers or sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off? It was fun going down memory lane, I just wish I didn't look so dorky the first time around. </p>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-1957934884144576862007-10-07T20:46:00.000-07:002007-10-08T19:21:54.077-07:00crochet<span style="color:#330033;">I have always wanted to learn how to crochet. I am in awe of people that crochet, needlepoint and knit. My sister in law taught me how to crochet yesterday, well I got *the chain* down, now I need to learn how to actually stitch. So, today I bought a needle and yarn and I am going to go to the library and get a book, I am determined to teach myself how. I spend so much time waiting for the kids I need to do something to keep my hands my busy. There is so much I want to learn, I need to make a list.</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-67351533951522781952007-10-05T20:33:00.000-07:002007-10-05T20:39:52.507-07:00in sickness...<span style="color:#000066;">Cortney has been complaining of a sore throat for a couple of days. Today she just laid on the couch while I went through the kids weekly assignments and recorded them. Around 11:00 I started to feel bad. I had to work at the school and by the time I got home I felt awful. I put on some old comfy sweats and crawled into bed keeping one ear open for the kids. I just had to hang on until 5:00 when the hubster got home then I could sleep.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">At 5:00 the phone rang, it was the hubster, he was going to be late, argh! He got home about 6:30 to find Cortney and I curled up on my bed moaning and writhing in pain. He jumped right in and made dinner, bathed the kids and cleaned up the house. He brought Cortney and I some cold medicine and we finally started to feel better. We are blessed to have to have him!</span>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-64669484010073008392007-10-04T15:29:00.000-07:002007-10-04T15:43:57.348-07:00Thursday ThirteenThirteen of the many things I did today:<br /><br /><br />1. Take boys to school, drop Casey off at my moms so she can drop her off at preschool, take Cody to Science class and Cortney to band for flute.<br /><br />2. Pick up Cody, Cortney, Collin and Casey.<br /><br />3. Go to Grocery store, Big Lots, Dollar Tree and Clothing store.<br /><br />4. Make and eat lunch with the kids.<br /><br />5. Do four loads of laundry.<br /><br />6. Pick up Cameron and take him for allergy shots.<br /><br />7. Do homework and schoolwork with the kids.<br /><br />8. Make dinner, clean up kitchen and make lunches for tomorrow.<br /><br />9. Give the little kids baths make sure big kids shower.<br /><br />10. Get backpacks and clothes ready for tomorrow morning.<br /><br />11. Read stories to little kids and get them in bed, make sure big kids do their reading.<br /><br />12. Go to kids back to school night at their school.<br /><br />13. Watch Survivor, send big kids to bed so I can have peace to read for an hour and go to bed.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-86167358217502808082007-10-03T14:13:00.001-07:002007-10-03T15:00:45.228-07:00ball of energy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCxG3Xd7BAPMXFPW1DHcy59mMHgy2hUojlCT-19BHG_pqu69EvodUyjRDj9gz0ZnQNVd4uBAY8s8OGrTH2Sr2Dp8HxsqKQGmhhnQOZhG7JHgudLYZprHpWXAhhOeE91GWZTMTfFBugOKw/s1600-h/P6060017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117222159835267202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMCxG3Xd7BAPMXFPW1DHcy59mMHgy2hUojlCT-19BHG_pqu69EvodUyjRDj9gz0ZnQNVd4uBAY8s8OGrTH2Sr2Dp8HxsqKQGmhhnQOZhG7JHgudLYZprHpWXAhhOeE91GWZTMTfFBugOKw/s320/P6060017.JPG" border="0" /></a> I think it was God's joke to me to give me a moody 14 year old AND an energy filled 3 year old at the same time. Casey is just a ball of energy, she doesn't walk - she runs, hops, skips, jumps, whatever she can do except walk to get from place to place. She also talks constantly, I mean all the time, she just has so much to say. I also thank God everyday for bringing this little ball of joy into our lives. She has a zest for life that I admire and am also <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jealous</span> of. For Casey, life is an adventure to be lived to the fullest everyday.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-76499819824884537952007-10-02T18:56:00.000-07:002007-10-02T19:25:06.248-07:00is it too soon to vent?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFPxAUjBctZnNRVXjoMR9GSV-FKCUfL-O4v6EaKuW39jqgI_1-k4c42_dETHYHZIwR3dL0ZZw8JNZTFKyBg69gvt-bPZiMT6WT4TO-QEHMqETKE2eJ7h1ZWoGv1TNnx6zHeEqXGc1xDPR/s1600-h/P4210009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116929784231559282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFPxAUjBctZnNRVXjoMR9GSV-FKCUfL-O4v6EaKuW39jqgI_1-k4c42_dETHYHZIwR3dL0ZZw8JNZTFKyBg69gvt-bPZiMT6WT4TO-QEHMqETKE2eJ7h1ZWoGv1TNnx6zHeEqXGc1xDPR/s320/P4210009.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Serenity Now!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left">I am new to this blogging thing but I really do need to vent some. About my oldest son. Cody.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">He. Is. Driving. Me. Nuts! I am homeschooling him and his sister Cortney. I have homeschooled Cody off and on throughout his schooling career. The best way to describe Cody and public school is it is like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole, aint gonna happen baby. At least not easily.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So he has been home 5 out of the last 10 years. Cortney decided she wanted to be homeschooled for sixth grade. She even wrote me a whole page of why she wanted to homeschooled with reasons I could not argue with. I am ashamed to say that I encouraged her to stay in public school. I asked her if she would miss her friends, she said she would still see her friends which is true. I told her she miss sixth grade science camp and she said that was fine with her etc. So,I let her stay home too. I was going to homeschool her starting in seventh grade anyway, I can't stand out Jr. High school.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Here is a typical morning:</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: Cortney you need to do your spelling, grammar and literature. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cortney: Okay mom.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I don't see or hear from her again for at least and hour when she is finished and ready to go over her work. She may have a question now and then but she works hard until she is done.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: Cody, you need to do today's grammar.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cody sits at the table and looks at what the assignment is which may be reading 2 or 3 pages and an exercise or two.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cody: Do I have to do both these exercises, can't I just do one?</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: No Cody, you have to do both.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cody: Well, do I have to write 5 paragraphs, can I just write 2.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: No Cody, you have to do all five, that is the assignment.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cody: But it is so much, I will never finish...</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: Just keep working Cody, you will get it done.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">This is followed by blank stares into space, lots of sighing and eye rolling.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Cody: I will do something else and do this later.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: No Cody, do it now.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Then he is up about 12 times to get a pencil, a piece of paper, go to the bathroom, sharpen his pencil, get drink of water and, well, you get the picture.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">This goes on all day with every subject. He is always like this, day in and day out. I realize that if he were in public school I would have no idea what he was doing and I am 99.99999% sure he would not be doing his schoolwork or homework. Plus he would complain about all of his teachers and have an excuse as to why he wasn't doing his work, and how it was someone else's fault. I just keep telling myself that a bad day of homeschooling Cody is better than a good day of school for him. And yes, I have had him tested for every learning disorder and ADHD and he doesn't have any of that.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I have to do something to change this. To turn this around. I manage to hold my temper but I am getting so frustrated with him. I just don't know what to do anymore. It would be easy to say that he is a teenager and that is how all teenager act but it isn't. And he doesn't have to act like *all* teenagers. He has a choice.</div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-48403550175299307242007-09-30T08:22:00.000-07:002007-09-30T08:44:27.241-07:00Par-Tay<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJeQbg0fzHfSsh4PYDJeWcFaTVkvWekvYZ_n92DTXxeJLD9xaUDPC4fK5BzKuVw5eb3OYmhm_0MT7PQk_Rvr6nW0twsiME3xon18HyHXpR171hUHyQVnZT1OA3igWOoml93wy7-CEUDz0/s1600-h/P4200002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116020513885192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdJeQbg0fzHfSsh4PYDJeWcFaTVkvWekvYZ_n92DTXxeJLD9xaUDPC4fK5BzKuVw5eb3OYmhm_0MT7PQk_Rvr6nW0twsiME3xon18HyHXpR171hUHyQVnZT1OA3igWOoml93wy7-CEUDz0/s320/P4200002.JPG" border="0" /></a> We are going to a birthday party this afternoon for our niece. They live on two acres out in the country with every farm animal you can imagine, except for a cow. My kids love to go there since they are so pet deprived. Plus they love to play with their cousins. They will be exhausted and filthy by the time we leave.<br /><br />Couple of updates. Cody, our oldest, reports that Vern had a good night. He was a bit noisy, but he is nocturnal. He is eating and drinking well and I can swear he grew last night. Still trying to decide what to do with him...<br /><br />I received a couple of e mails from the dog adoption agency, they sent me information and pictures of two little dogs just a bit larger than Kammi. They are cute, but they just don't call out to me like Kammi did.<br /><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-21691499422789194412007-09-29T09:23:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:55:50.230-07:00do mama possums have the right idea?Can you see it? It is a baby possum laying in the wet ivy. How did it get there you might be wondering...well I can tell you. The kids and I were sitting in the living room watching the very rare occurrence of rain when we saw a mama possum on the fence. Upon further observation we noticed that she had three babies on her back. We were oohing and awing over how cute it looked when all of the sudden mama possum shook her body, like a wet dog does to dry himself. Much to our horror one of the babies fell off her back and into our ivy. We were sure mama possum would realize she had shaken a baby off and climb down to get him. We were wrong, she just kept walking along the fence. We figured she didn't realize one of her babies had fallen off and that she would surely return for her offspring. So we waited. And waited. And waited a little longer. Finally my kids could not stand the fact that a baby possum was wet and cold and laying in the ivy probably scared. So out my oldest son went with a box to rescue the baby possum.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115669692366520306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr0Ku52ICZ19OK9v4nzwhLiVHe5FLByBvNqNpcEXewUZP-lRTH5nYR1fQ9n9k96dyDa2-nbUuGBf2sC2NdsCj-gjdM6Eon9-2XvOlLRAl8ueCL5U-SZtTB_f6A158Ilgtenmz-9h0Ghr4z/s320/DSCI0009.JPG" border="0" />Isn't that one of the saddest things you have seen. Poor little thing was soaked through and shaking with cold. We quickly wrapped baby possum up. Baby possum at this time became Vern. Yep, big mistake naming him! Okay, Vern is now dry and safe, now what? Now what! What does a baby possum eat and how often does a baby possum eat? My days of getting up in the middle of the night to feed a hungry baby are far behind me and I don't want to do it again. So I pull out the laptop and immediately start looking up local pet stores and start making phone calls. Strangely enough, pet stores don't deal with wild possums.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqg32uVMa7xqlERA5ZumMXUmDfusVmx4CEake_J5LmqlGQvdc3SDv6byk_Qvw7xuTyJaJlzD7O-QrwEdJSwxEm-c7nWCQTNfNCu7zfN9zE-fNQ3ZE8hAS8zbBgu_n1_QZDIZwsrFDKlfvR/s1600-h/Vern.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115674395355709458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqg32uVMa7xqlERA5ZumMXUmDfusVmx4CEake_J5LmqlGQvdc3SDv6byk_Qvw7xuTyJaJlzD7O-QrwEdJSwxEm-c7nWCQTNfNCu7zfN9zE-fNQ3ZE8hAS8zbBgu_n1_QZDIZwsrFDKlfvR/s400/Vern.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So, I started calling possum rescue centers. That's right, there is such a thing. I got a lot of answering machines before I finally got through to a real live lady. I told her what had happened, she then explained to me that is what mama possums do. Once their babies get to be a certain size, around 5-7 inches, they walk the neighborhood and shake their babies off to repopulate the area. So what we witnessed was just the natural weaning process of the Opossum. Who knew? Not us, obviously</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Now what (didn't I already ask that)? We now had baby Vern and bonding has started. How could we just put him back out in the wet, cold ivy in the rain? I made Vern some scrambled egg's, which Vern just loved, and we gave him some water. He is getting more domesticated by the minute, which frankly worries me. I am not keeping a possum as a pet. Something needs to be done and soon.</div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I was lying in bed last night, waiting for sleep to come and I started thinking. I have five kids and they are all getting older. My oldest is 14 now, and although I love him to death, I am looking forward to the time when he becomes an independent and responsible adult and ventures out on his own to make his way in the world. You don't think those things when they are babies, you actually hope they will stay little and be with you forever. I stopped thinking that after my fifth baby was born. My thinking became more like "if they weren't growing up and becoming more independent people I will just go insane".</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>But my boys keep telling me they are going to live with us forever (not the girls). Um, no. So, I was thinking, does the mama possum have the right idea? Does she realize that those babies are going to hang onto her forever if she doesn't do something, like shake them off her back? That might be a little drastic for humans. I could just picture us moving off while our kids are out on a date or telling them we are going to go get ice cream and as soon as they get out of the car at the ice cream shop we would just drive off. I don't see that happening. What I do hope that happens is that my kids will grow up to be good people and contribute something positive to society. I pray daily that I am doing my part to be sure that happens.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSX_pX-4e1yYdjHfqSb0NLzgG_r7qgh6cUbPRIlPWAq-SB_XM4zs072MIaXMtAi-_1yBr2Zx2l89Ld5F8YxLwoaZYPznAXh1vxGQzYC7A2nEh2aLVQWXhFq0Uj-jnzhSdPGM51oiy0bppx/s1600-h/DSCI0083.JPG"></a></div></div>Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-62214919897277662952007-09-28T10:34:00.000-07:002007-09-28T14:36:48.906-07:00Dog's lifeI love animals, I always have. So much so that I tend to distance myself from animals because I don't want to feel the pain when something happens to them. We had a cat for several years, his name was Oliver, he was a very large orange cat that was a big part of our family. When our third child was 5 days old my husband had to take him to the vet and have him put down. He was 16 years old and had been sick for a long time. It was time, we didn't want him to suffer any longer. When I was eight and a half months pregnant I was hauling Oliver from vet to vet trying to find an answer and a treatment for him, but there were no answers. The whole time I was in the hospital after giving birth to my beautiful baby boy I was also worried sick about Oliver and I drove my sister-in-law that was watching my other two kids crazy by calling her every 20 minutes for an update on Oliver's condition.<br /><br />That was 9.5 years ago and I haven't been able to bare the thought of another pet since the loss of Oliver. We have the occasional fish, 2 hermit crabs (which are the perfect pets) and my son has 2 sweet rats but that's it. Even when those small pets die I am heartbroken.<br /><br />Lately, I have been thinking that a pet would be nice, I just won't get too attached (yea, right). The kids are getting older and introducing a pet into the family seems much more doable now that our family is complete. A new pet would be welcomed by 5 kids that very much want a pet, and it would be a big part of our family.<br /><br />We can not have another cat since our third son is allergic to cats. But I am thinking of getting a dog. I am looking for a small rescue dog. I found the perfect little Chihuahua, her name is Kammi. She is a year old and weighs just 4 pounds. The perfect size to be an inside dog and travel easily with us. We all got excited and I filled out an application and e mailed to the rescue agency and we waited. The next morning came the response: "Sorry, we feel that Kammi is too small and fragile for a home with small children." I was so disappointed. You see, I had already bonded with Kammi through her picture. I had already become attached to her sweet little face and innocent little eye's. I had already made plans to welcome Kammi into our house and had searched for a little pink dog collar and a fuzzy little pink dog bed.<br /><br />But alas, Kammi must be meant for someone else. I just hope she is treated like the princess that we would have treated her like. There must be a little dog out there waiting for us somewhere. I will keep looking...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-81467026631354335182007-09-27T20:22:00.000-07:002007-09-27T20:27:06.932-07:00What to blog about?What am I going to blog about? There is so much. I am a mom, but I am way more than that, at least that is who I am looking for. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">homeschool</span> two of my kids and we have a lot of adventures. I also have two kids in public school and one in preschool. I also work at my kids school very part time doing playground duty at lunch. I am a wife for the last 17 years. We have a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">relatively</span> happy marriage, more so than a lot of my friends. I am a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. There will be pictures too. This should be fun...Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553538771152436427.post-32439739230596842822007-09-25T19:12:00.000-07:002007-09-25T19:14:11.758-07:00This thing called a blog...I am starting this blog to document the adventures of our lives. Some a big adventure, some not so big.Chrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08317396249054068039noreply@blogger.com0