tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15898937668866369702024-02-20T20:31:02.392-08:00Pseudo EchoMy life as God's work in progessEchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-11033781727974026552013-04-18T09:12:00.000-07:002013-04-18T09:12:06.503-07:00Ragnar ZionI have a lovely group of ladies I run with. R is the one I have stuck with for almost ten years. L is another long standing runner buddy.<br />
In January L sent us an email about the Ragnar trail relay in Zion. She wanted to see if we were interested in getting a team together. It sounded fun but I figured it wound not happen. Not enough time to train, not enough people, kind of far away, R does NOT race, it would be expensive. Lots of reasons.<br />
I let it go and figured thee dream would die. Then on a run with a friend who was also not considering joining I found out that R was indeed going to join the team. What? I should have known then that I would be on her list. The next day R picked me up to go for a run and before we got to the trail head she had convinced me to be member #8 of their team.<br />
We have run up and down a lot of mountains in the wind, rain, sleet and snow. I have learned a lot from P (who runs with us but is not on our team). She has followed behind me to check my form (which was good). She has counselled me regarding nutrition (it needed help). She taught me tons about being in control of my breathing and pace. I am so grateful to my teammates for all of their encouragement.<br />
We leave in one week for this awesome adventure. I feel ready face this challenge with my team the Bellingham Sole Sisters (L, R, M, J, S, K and B)Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-48061272360365072912013-04-14T13:52:00.001-07:002013-04-14T13:52:10.937-07:00Trying really hardSo my last post was full of excitement at the prospect of a new plan. A plan I thought was great. It probably was, until I took Chemistry 121. I have not gotten a grade lower than a B since I started college. Until I took Chemistry. I needed a B+ at the least to apply for the Physical Therapist Assistant program. <br />
I tried really hard to understand the words the instructor said but from day one I was LOST. I watched countless chemistry videos, spent many hours with a great study group, I begged Sebastian to tutor me (he tried very hard to help me) and I prayed until I cried. I know I am a smart lady but chemistry is not something I will ever be good at. <br />
I am not taking this failure well.<br />
Fortunately I have great friends who have said all the right things. I know in the end this is just one door shutting. I am just trying really hard not to give in to the voices in my head that are ruthlessly trying to convince me I am stupid.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-73539271623833011192013-01-20T13:42:00.002-08:002013-01-20T13:42:19.697-08:00Change in PlansIn my plan I would be working part time as a Phlebotomist and training for a half-marathon in February. Apparently God has a totally different plan.<br />
After six months of applying for jobs and being rejected for every one of them I just gave up. Actually I gave up when I could not even get a job at a coffee shop.<br />
I have not worked full time for 16 years so I could be home with our boys. I have no regrets about this decision. I have worked a bit here and there off the books but nothing official. All this to say I had nothing to put on a resume. I know people say all the life experience I have from volunteer work and little jobs count. They are wrong.<br />
When I gave up the job hunt I started praying for a new plan. I started hearing form multiple sources (some solicited, some not) that the students graduating from the Radiological Technologist program were not able to find jobs within 80miles of where we live. I have been waiting to get in to that program for over a year and had hoped to start it in September 2013. With that information I started looking at my other options.<br />
One option that sounded good was the Physical Therapist Assistant program at WCC.This option sounded good because the people graduating are getting jobs in our area. I have taken all the classes needed except Chemistry as part of my prerequisites for the Rad. Tech. course. I was able to get into a Chemistry class for this quarter. (now if I can just get a good grade) One of the requirements to apply for the program is 50+ hours observing a PT or PTA. That sounded easy to me since I am not working and only have class for an hour a day. I have until April 18 to finish these hours and apply. Clearly I had no idea what I was up against. The first PT clinic I called said the soonest I could get in was summer. Seriously, I just want to come watch and have them sign a form. I guess there are a ton of people who want to watch PT's work. I spent an hour calling clinics and another hour stopping by some clinics. From that much effort I have one clinic that will allow me to come one day a week for three hours. I feel a bit discouraged.<br />
I will keep calling and praying. This is such a humbling thing for me. It is probably something that "builds character" or some other important life thing I would try to teach my boys about. <br />
<br />Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-91100949289311249002012-09-27T15:32:00.001-07:002012-09-27T15:32:16.639-07:00Mud RunI like to run and I love my husband. These two thing together prompted me to do a mud run with Eric this past weekend. That and the free entry I won at the street fair. I always say "if it's free, it's for me". <br />
Eric does not like to run but loves a challenge and I think secretly wanted to share a "run" with me. The course was 2.8 miles and 17 obstacles. I will not give a play by play but suffice it to say you get VERY muddy in the first quarter mile and stay that way.<br />
Sebastian came along and took pictures of us. He ended up following us for most of the run. Sebastian's real reason for coming out was to watch his youth group leaders run in the mud but since we were first he had to stay for both waves of the race. <br />
When we finished Eric gave him a very muddy hug. After Sebastian was good and muddy his small group leader suggested he run along with them for fun. He said he did not have the proper shoes so Eric took his off and took that excuse. (We had paid for Sawyer to run the race but he decided to go paint balling instead so we did not feel bad allowing Sebastian to run without officially registering) He ran and had a great time. Other than the cut he got on one of the obstacles he dove into.<br />
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I am not sure I will do this again as I had mud crusted in places I will not mention. Maybe the boys will all do it next year. (and maybe they will talk me into it)Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-19401929428634742592012-08-28T15:02:00.001-07:002012-08-28T15:02:22.534-07:00 With EdwinAfter saying goodbye to Luke this summer it was difficult to imagine starting over with a new student in our home. Fortunately we had already commited to hosting again. The process of praying for our student before they come is very important for us as a family. This time it was a bit easier because he sent us information about himself and asked lots of questions about us. We felt like we knew him a bit before we got to meet him and had time to get an idea of where he was coming from. Literally and figuratively.<br />
Edwin is in the same grade Sebastian is so that great. He is very willing to try any thing we suggest. (except American football) He is from Guangzhou China. His english is amazing and he is very willing to try to communicate even if he fumbles a bit. This past week has been fun trying to get to know him and watching him try lots of new things. <br />
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We are looking forward to this new adventure with Edwin.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-26948804846774136512012-08-27T22:25:00.001-07:002012-08-27T22:25:53.568-07:00Why I runI have come up with a lot of different reasons for running over the past few years. <br />
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<li>That's what all the cool moms at my kids school do</li>
<li>To stay sane</li>
<li>My dog needs the exercise</li>
<li>My cardiologist said it would greatly reduce the chance of my needing valve replacement</li>
<li>I need to lose a few pounds</li>
<li>I am running from my family history of diabetes</li>
<li>It makes me feel strong</li>
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These are all good reasons but none of the are the real reason I run. I run so I can eat what I want and not have to feel guilty or buy new clothes. I hate feeling guilty and I really don't like shopping for new clothes. Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-67030783056414317142012-06-10T11:56:00.000-07:002012-07-27T14:56:23.549-07:00Goodbye Luke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our boys October 2008</div>
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Our boys 2012</div>
I have so many things I would like to say about our time with Luke, but my heart is still very raw. When he arrived here he was just a boy. When he left here he was a man. I pray that he will not forget the God he met while he lived with us. Luke, you will always be my Taiwanese son. You are always welcome in our home. We will never forget you.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-36338255151965877112012-05-03T08:37:00.003-07:002012-05-03T08:37:59.481-07:00Passports, pants and privacyEric and I tend to fly by the seat of our pants. We only make plans when it is truly necessary. We also often break and rearrange our plans. Yesterday we did all three.<br />
Sebastian is going on a mission trip this summer to Mexico and needs a passport. We made an appointment and started gathering the documents. The appointment is for next week so I really only located his birth certificate. I had not gotten pictures, found his SSN or made sure we filled out the application. <br />
Yesterday we figured out that we both have to work at the time of the appointment next week. Hmmm maybe we should check the calendar next time. So I got a call from a friend whose son is also going on the trip. She asked how and where we were getting our son's passport. I told her and she asked why we were not going to the county treasurers office. I had no reason other than I didn't know we could. She said it was "walk in" and maybe it would be easier for us. I probably would have been.<br />
My husband called our son's school to get him out early. I drove home to get the birth certificate. I got to his school right when I was supposed to. While I was waiting for him an ambulance arrived to deal with a student who had given blood and passed out in the restroom. When our son finally arrived things were rushed and we forgot to sign him out. We headed towards Costco to get his pictures done. We then went and picked up my husband and headed to the court house. Things were good until we got inside and realized I was out of checks and they ONLY take checks. Then we realized we did not have his SSN. We don't live in the same town as the court house so going home was not an option. I went to get some blank checks from our credit union and my husband worked on getting the SSN from turbo tax online. A few bumps but things were going to work out. On my way back to the court house I stopped to put money in the parking paystation. I am not good with automated paystations so my son took care of it. Then he chucked an unused quarter at me and missed. I squated down to pick it up and my pants ripped. Seriously!?! (old jeans I have not worn for a while because they were a bit snug but now they fit from all the running I have been doing) I did not feel it but my son saw it. He tactfully told me I should have a seat in the van while we waited for my husband to call back and let us know if he got the SSN. He got the SSN and let me know we needed to come back in. Ummm. Fortunately I found a hoody in the back of the van and wrapped it around my waist. Total middle school flashback.<br />
We finally got it all together and took the oath that we were not lying on the form. Then the nice lady who was helping us (and laughing her head off) started to staple his birth certificate in with the forms and checks. I had forgotten that they take the actual copy with the application. Not good since we need it this weekend when we head up to Canada for my half-marathon. She told us we could go down the street and get a new one. All we needed was a form and $20. She said anyone who knows where/when he was born and my maiden name can get a copy of his birth certificate. Apparently Washington is a state where anyone with Facebook access and a bit of time can get brith certificates of any one born in the state. <br />
So much for privacy and my pants! At least we will get the passport.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-57875391096493764492012-04-05T19:33:00.000-07:002012-04-05T19:33:21.629-07:00PhlebotomyI have been in school on and off for the last few years. I have finally finished my prerequisites for the Radiological Technology program. Unfortunately the waitlist for this program is about two years. I have sought wise counsel (thanks Cyndi and Rose) and decided that I need to do something to get some clinical experience while I wait. <br />
This week I began the Phlebotomy (drawing blood) program. I am fairly excited but also scared. The classroom portion of the program is one month then I will participate in an externship for 100 hours. I hope to work part-time or per-deim this summer and pick up more hours in the fall.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3-05RAQsUvR9hREwWBGNLRiBxv-HWyUItFKJB3UzuKeH0XTvfWASbcC1JjM8tsPpkaBbgiZi4HBt0qpFE3IMq6eSqpUqeV239IJh6UM1d0opZ9UY2RN9ukUsZizv2UE7RwTP9LJmAwc/s1600/phlebot3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil3-05RAQsUvR9hREwWBGNLRiBxv-HWyUItFKJB3UzuKeH0XTvfWASbcC1JjM8tsPpkaBbgiZi4HBt0qpFE3IMq6eSqpUqeV239IJh6UM1d0opZ9UY2RN9ukUsZizv2UE7RwTP9LJmAwc/s1600/phlebot3.jpg" /></a></div>I have not worked full time in more years than I can count and I am really apprehensive about trying to appear professional. My boys keep saying that I will be like an assasin. I will get paid to stab people.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-1908677913532119912012-03-27T08:30:00.000-07:002012-03-27T08:30:06.890-07:00CommitedSo I have totally avoided telling people that I am signed up to "run" a half marathon in May. I think I wanted at backdoor out if I changed my mind. I paid for it in January and have been training since then. I am five weeks and five days out from my FIRST half marathon. Now I am truly getting excited. I have been training with two great friends and I can really see improvement in my endurance and strength. Rose is my friend who loves to take me to places with great views. These views are only visible after a few miles of uphill jogging. I really hated them in the begining, then I saw them as an investment, now I actually kind of like them. (Not all of them, but most of them) Barb is my friend who runs fast. She is kind to me and is willing to slow down. Her speed slowed down is still a challenge to me so I do my speed work with her.<br />
My average mileage per week is at 25 miles. I knew I was hooked on running when I started planning my next run before I finished the run I was on. Sebastian found a T-shirt I want that says "My sport is Your sport's punishment". My family all think I'm nuts but they do join my on Sunday's with their bikes.<br />
So now I am commited.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-6136966546795743892011-10-30T12:40:00.000-07:002011-10-30T12:40:46.741-07:00Mini Pumkin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGHvPDe8KzUFcQXqGifeg8Kgchz2CvTFloxagEENvYCEMmdGo_kGVZjwY63J3b-iW5ihROsIrhIFHuMbPjHWlUktWA-gPh4VCl_EQs7C2epU1-p8WAfQJthNYFeS4h23Nq-8Q_c3oEf4/s1600/P1030264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGHvPDe8KzUFcQXqGifeg8Kgchz2CvTFloxagEENvYCEMmdGo_kGVZjwY63J3b-iW5ihROsIrhIFHuMbPjHWlUktWA-gPh4VCl_EQs7C2epU1-p8WAfQJthNYFeS4h23Nq-8Q_c3oEf4/s320/P1030264.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
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Eric and I have always said that we believe kids should have as much practice driving as possible. In fact Eric taught more than one kid from his youth group to drive. I guess I thought he would be more involved with teaching Sebastian. So far that has not gone well. Apparently "I" am the calm one. I'm never the calm one. Today I really had to practice being the calm one. I took Sebastian out for a drive through the county and part of Ferndale. (including 2 round abouts) <br />
Why did no one warn me that I could feel scared to death and immensely proud at the same time? It is truly an overwhelming thing. I feel better now that my heart has stopped racing and my hands have blood in them.<br />
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<ul><li> I am not supposed to use the same password for everything</li>
<li>I am not supposed to write it down </li>
<li>I am supposed to clear my computer caches regularly </li>
<li>I am not supposed to use any birthdays, anniversaries, childrens names, pet names, etc.</li>
</ul>I have always thought that the idea of retina scans was way too invasive. Today I am ready to let them scan whatever they want just so I don't have to remember all that junk. Maybe.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-50699755252246879642011-03-31T14:06:00.000-07:002011-03-31T14:06:42.847-07:00Rest In Peace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubw28eWLI8FCVn3Wxjp1_jTLNNgv2iOkgQIlkfP1YpL_iIvos1uZFnuhlFhUaBkQ8ChVXOsxQ3Ln5nGlv85xiiPiGRh_UE8ZBsWwEiqxi3CQPbb0Vt3cwjSZweI_Ew84nhcZnVE7W1zE/s1600/t14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubw28eWLI8FCVn3Wxjp1_jTLNNgv2iOkgQIlkfP1YpL_iIvos1uZFnuhlFhUaBkQ8ChVXOsxQ3Ln5nGlv85xiiPiGRh_UE8ZBsWwEiqxi3CQPbb0Vt3cwjSZweI_Ew84nhcZnVE7W1zE/s320/t14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>My brother Travis lost his two year battle with cancer on March 21, 2011. He inspired me to love people regardless of how they look. He challenged me to reach out and help all people in need. He fought hard for his life and never gave up. I am proud to call him my brother. He will be dearly missed by many people.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-42052422937575735982010-12-08T09:13:00.000-08:002010-12-08T09:13:01.383-08:00I try so hard.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It used to be so easy to get great pictures of my boys. (like 8yrs ago) I miss those days where I had only to promise a cookie and I could get many wonderful photos to choose from. I just want a nice photo for of them. Is that asking so much? Apparently because this is what I got.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP64prNbr1sFNqPZ5E-expXb5rcY_TQ1_DFUyJCvBmjnPmnk-SpW6tAYf_JudOYmpS3bRA8pDObsFRcV9V_tDap9lYrgReH7U3izIKftjPOGLcnGiovzj3dNghjb5M2ADzMvlE45aMJzo/s1600/P1020434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP64prNbr1sFNqPZ5E-expXb5rcY_TQ1_DFUyJCvBmjnPmnk-SpW6tAYf_JudOYmpS3bRA8pDObsFRcV9V_tDap9lYrgReH7U3izIKftjPOGLcnGiovzj3dNghjb5M2ADzMvlE45aMJzo/s320/P1020434.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-32838429144045689152010-11-17T16:50:00.000-08:002010-11-17T16:58:19.921-08:00Sebastian's Science PoemGod’s Masterpiece<br />I see a world, full of life and plants<br />Created by humans because of humans at the expense of nature<br />I see the poor efforts of humans to create a habitat artificially<br />When I see this and more it makes me sad<br />But as I see the little interactions between the different organisms<br />The way that the animals have adapted<br />I am in awe of our loving Creator who can take our mistakes and<br />Make it His masterpiece<br />We are told in the Bible that humans were the final masterpiece of God<br />But this shows me that the beauty of God’s creation<br />And that it is his infinitely more perfect will that makes us<br />All part of the grand masterpiece that we call lifeEchohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-91360919609402263672010-11-14T11:41:00.001-08:002010-11-14T11:46:41.550-08:00Alone SucksThis weekend has been good on a few fronts. First I got to go scrapbook with a very fun new friend. Then I got to attend a baby shower. Lastly I had dinner and played cards with our friends that are now family. The good/bad part was that I was alone at home in between these events. Eric took Sawyer for his very belated 11 year old man trip and Sebastian is gone on a retreat with the Edge. I guess technically I wasn't alone because Luke was here, but he rarely leaves his room. All that to say I am so ready for the volume and chaos that is my family to return.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-52034441576477556122010-11-04T13:34:00.000-07:002010-11-04T13:38:05.835-07:00ForgivenessI have a confession to make. I have baled on a friend who would never bale on me. I pushed her away and I was wrong. I'm sorry and I hope she finds it in her very kind heart to forgive me. <br />I know confession is good for the soul but mine still hurts. So I will wait and pray that it is not too late.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-90145299460596225442010-10-29T07:10:00.003-07:002010-10-29T07:14:12.256-07:00Family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYHiidF-SxgS8UFdAy76W2Y10LTj9106ILu4b_UUhAqa3i4_RR6tR_K4aKGYaqnxFUUXZNUCPZOd5oQuAiDcVKcYG3BNgGLi4Q5bIq5CbhwIbVelhJ_kcQgmN_v-zlOoAAci_AqfBW_E/s1600/P1020278.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471029515163426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGYHiidF-SxgS8UFdAy76W2Y10LTj9106ILu4b_UUhAqa3i4_RR6tR_K4aKGYaqnxFUUXZNUCPZOd5oQuAiDcVKcYG3BNgGLi4Q5bIq5CbhwIbVelhJ_kcQgmN_v-zlOoAAci_AqfBW_E/s320/P1020278.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGu-qMYwOawXnOvujwEZXFdx79_6ZVvfrV38WISy_78II8y7M-ASLXf0M_w-0cqtVe_MUfH6v5O4m35JgAoAP5ElQbWA95lDVkOsqUjd-sf0dT4oXtVDt_wgcAkoBroQoM_Wq2QbmRDs/s1600/P1020264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471023794841746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlGu-qMYwOawXnOvujwEZXFdx79_6ZVvfrV38WISy_78II8y7M-ASLXf0M_w-0cqtVe_MUfH6v5O4m35JgAoAP5ElQbWA95lDVkOsqUjd-sf0dT4oXtVDt_wgcAkoBroQoM_Wq2QbmRDs/s320/P1020264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6YDIng5tlAKIs0Tc6U1Q1zrw6SD4_vpMvm4ChJvgpCjJnprFKpqdrtE3WvCwOfFClObX9RTwuPvDGYqCCay49ouFjmaOt8ZP5uJQcMh3kt1BaghO9jKmgJ5KSc9FummIjrF_LGHU3Cg/s1600/P1020276.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533471018367982354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6YDIng5tlAKIs0Tc6U1Q1zrw6SD4_vpMvm4ChJvgpCjJnprFKpqdrtE3WvCwOfFClObX9RTwuPvDGYqCCay49ouFjmaOt8ZP5uJQcMh3kt1BaghO9jKmgJ5KSc9FummIjrF_LGHU3Cg/s320/P1020276.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Some days being with family is tough...this was NOT one of those days</div></div></div>Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-649684582461129432010-09-28T18:13:00.000-07:002010-09-28T18:26:29.032-07:00Word to the wiseI have been successfully dyeing my hair for 17 years. Today I broke that run of success. My hair is green. I was trying to go from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blonde</span> with brown roots to brown and ended up with green-gray. I went to the beauty supply store and bought what the nice cosmetologist<br />told me to. I used said product and my hair is still slightly green. I thought your hair only did crazy color things if you were trying to lighten it more than a few shades. Apparently trying to return my hair to it's natural color will result in a color more appropriate Halloween than everyday. I guess it's a sign that I really should stick with blonde because it fits me so well.Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-34804215168250321982010-09-16T12:13:00.000-07:002010-09-16T12:21:03.086-07:00Not going to stop him<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIWAWd6j8-7TX_QyC2Zvey7zNWoi-b7yv2uRFDTlnD-XAm-OzqPPcC6h4gzKPvf2g917p5jvkYdAI1nAJXzRvEy-7vRjfevHiXmwcXueg4ZNtUvNZL2gkTOOgKDYmQSYlMxAuI27_NuQ/s1600/P1020179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517593318503575666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIWAWd6j8-7TX_QyC2Zvey7zNWoi-b7yv2uRFDTlnD-XAm-OzqPPcC6h4gzKPvf2g917p5jvkYdAI1nAJXzRvEy-7vRjfevHiXmwcXueg4ZNtUvNZL2gkTOOgKDYmQSYlMxAuI27_NuQ/s320/P1020179.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xtUKFAeTivAFdiZEhsrkPEF9l4RTvh2kS2zzw_oEAgaY8cHSefReNexNpezCFDCwHdWiSyDm4d7_RBVmS2aBpJJvbEZT6G-Z27CNkISowKOCnyStekuXFCTEQmrLAw6bfVrNwqqcHJA/s1600/P1020178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517593298639751746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xtUKFAeTivAFdiZEhsrkPEF9l4RTvh2kS2zzw_oEAgaY8cHSefReNexNpezCFDCwHdWiSyDm4d7_RBVmS2aBpJJvbEZT6G-Z27CNkISowKOCnyStekuXFCTEQmrLAw6bfVrNwqqcHJA/s320/P1020178.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-bye4TQopsh7R_BhHpD0joR9Cn4aLVU0Kpv3c4UQJJGxvEuYlR629mrmEyaqGfdZUvN6h2BmgVH_E-YK7NGErxbal3EQaeucPM_LViDcxgtuP6FkvyxzNY6z5AVCVhWkfmOpK48_u2M/s1600/P1020180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517593330058186274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-bye4TQopsh7R_BhHpD0joR9Cn4aLVU0Kpv3c4UQJJGxvEuYlR629mrmEyaqGfdZUvN6h2BmgVH_E-YK7NGErxbal3EQaeucPM_LViDcxgtuP6FkvyxzNY6z5AVCVhWkfmOpK48_u2M/s320/P1020180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Sawyer got his long arm cast on Wednesday and we hit the beach Saturday. He doesn't let it stop him from doing anything. I think it's great that he finds ways to have adventures no matter what. That is part of his conquering spirit. </div></div></div>Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-26019094597990518092010-09-02T20:16:00.000-07:002010-09-02T20:31:47.280-07:00Seriously?!?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSAXpAOhJOLP4Hg2uEYzFthIhiCBNVwaAFOyMIBqGGS1ADeQmvOe7DP04HgIVioC_uMn7KDiYTSlHumHo6m8M-7_DJhiZlOawXKkRGfZGSzdWgOyfu6CMY9REaSb1t2L0G4G8ZuAzN6w/s1600/P1020138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512524724344355730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiSAXpAOhJOLP4Hg2uEYzFthIhiCBNVwaAFOyMIBqGGS1ADeQmvOe7DP04HgIVioC_uMn7KDiYTSlHumHo6m8M-7_DJhiZlOawXKkRGfZGSzdWgOyfu6CMY9REaSb1t2L0G4G8ZuAzN6w/s320/P1020138.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love our kids' Principal and always enjoy seeing her. However today when she called I was not pleased to hear from her. She was calling to tell me Sawyer was hurt and probably had a broken arm. This is not the frist time I have had this call from the school. The last time it was both arms. I knew when I saw him that it was not going to be good. He was pale and wet with sweat. His arm was obviously broken. The ER nurse took him straight to a room and asked all the typical questions (how, when?) and a few I wasn't sure about. Apparently it looked to her like he would need surgery and she needed very specific info on what and when he had eaten and drunk. </div><br /><div>Having seen the xrays last time I knew what I was watching for and was surprised not to see anything on the first one. The second one (different angle) showed a fracture to the L Radius. I have come to believe that God did a bit of mending on the way to the xray. He will be in a splint until he gets in to the Ortho for a cast. He wants a bright green one this time.</div><br /><div>He will be fine and is sleeping peacefully thanks to some ibuprophen pm. </div>Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1589893766886636970.post-84837743933890417052010-08-30T20:54:00.000-07:002010-08-30T21:13:10.795-07:00First Day of School<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4p3s0BhjEbNHo6Pa8iabUhRakP9NNFRS9sKzE370yHWbzNHRi0eqL-q5tZE6_WGIcLp-iKshVZi50Gvqa2pP0DOKQktbFfMLs2Ga6U1HTyHWD1I7sp-4hIfHFcuDqauwwzphroAvTSZo/s1600/P1020127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511422137156734290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4p3s0BhjEbNHo6Pa8iabUhRakP9NNFRS9sKzE370yHWbzNHRi0eqL-q5tZE6_WGIcLp-iKshVZi50Gvqa2pP0DOKQktbFfMLs2Ga6U1HTyHWD1I7sp-4hIfHFcuDqauwwzphroAvTSZo/s320/P1020127.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbL8Um7bHThQUrTo9yLcaG9w2gwAXgtBEH3XdOhnr2xgf-w8k_OhgRFlwEX2ljwCl8c846ZUYXyu3z_d5S5vyK7nr-0A6SYDmrJvsiavSO4w7aCb4BHa72IlTldomlW5IdpZLqtEoXhhQ/s1600/P1020124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511422121864767330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbL8Um7bHThQUrTo9yLcaG9w2gwAXgtBEH3XdOhnr2xgf-w8k_OhgRFlwEX2ljwCl8c846ZUYXyu3z_d5S5vyK7nr-0A6SYDmrJvsiavSO4w7aCb4BHa72IlTldomlW5IdpZLqtEoXhhQ/s320/P1020124.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>First I want to say that I think the first day of school exists very separately from the rest of the school experience. There is so much media hype about this one day. The kids are supposed to dress up in the clothes their parents spent too much time and money buying for them. The teachers are trying to get to know the students and decide how long the seating arrangement will last before "Parker" tries to eat "Sarah's" glue stick. The parents are trying to stay just the right amount of time so their kids will feel loved but not mortified. The day goes by in such a rush that when the bell finally rings everyone stops and wonders why it was such a big deal.</div><br /><br /><div>All that to say my boys all went back to school today. I wasn't really ready for them to go until last night when they were all driving me crazy at the same time. Sebastian is still with the same kids he's been with since 1st grade (some since K) and has the homeroom teacher he has had for 4 years. For him today was like coming home. Sawyer has a teacher that is new to him, the school and teaching. She is a sweet energetic lady and he seems to think the year will be great. Luke had a fine day at school but due to a miscommunication on Eric's and my part, he sat at the bus stop for an hour and a half waiting to be picked up. Eric had a crazy day. He is teaching Sophomore English, yearbook, finance and middle school wood shop. He also runs the HS book store. I don't know what to say for him but that he needs prayer.</div><br /><br /><div>I will be glad in a few weeks when school is just the norm. </div></div>Echohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09463542540550853831noreply@blogger.com0