tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21493470522282399902024-03-13T11:25:23.849-07:00Pink WarriorUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-18869098419556692572014-03-10T13:58:00.003-07:002014-03-10T13:58:35.362-07:00Guest Blogger: Jackie Sue Wealer<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
Be Strong<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sometimes
I wonder what my life would be like if Dad hadn’t gone to Iraq. If he had stayed home, played ball with me
every day, cooked us dinner, and tucked me into bed every night with a kiss on
my forehead. But that wasn’t what
happened. Dad <i>did</i> go to Iraq, and I still wish selfishly that he hadn’t been so
courageous and willing to fight. I
couldn’t change fate, no matter what I wanted.
Everything that happened changed me, for better and for worse. And the whole time, I kept hearing my
father’s words, “You will have an impact on the world Ky. It may not seem like it, but you will. I am about to do that, to help people, and I
want you to remember this. Believe,
dream, inspire Ky, and people will always be grateful.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hey
Ky, wanna come play football with me at my house?” Tyler asked, walking in front of me
excitedly. “Sure, but if you want, we
can play in my backyard. My dad can set
us up some…” My voice trailed off and I
stared at the ground, fighting off the tears.
Tyler pushed his red hair out of his face and put a hand on my shoulder,
gently. Dad had been gone for three days
and I still forgot he wasn’t at home.
“It’s alright Ky. I have two leftover Sprites in the fridge. I mean, if you want them.” I smiled, hefting my heavy backpack back
onto my shoulder. “Ok fine, but I have
to go tell my mom first.” We walked down
the sidewalk from school, heading for our neighborhood. Tyler’s house was directly beside mine. At the end of my driveway, Tyler ruffled my
black hair and waved, “See you in a few minutes, buddy boy!” I ran up to my front steps, swung open the
door and called, “Mom, I’m going over to Tyler’s!” I waited for an answer and heard a soft whimper,
“Ky, come here.” I kicked off my shoes
and headed up the stairs, smiling at the pictures of my dad, lean and strong,
kissing me on the forehead as a baby or throwing me up in the air. My mom, small and beautiful, laughed in every
picture. I leaped up the last step and
looked around. “Mom?” I called.
“Ky.” I followed the voice until
I found my mother. She sat crying on the
sofa and patted to the seat cushion beside her.
I uncertainly slid down beside her.
“Ky…” her voice shook, and a crumpled letter laid on her lap. I picked it up and scanned the page. Suddenly, I dropped it, staring in shock at
the white piece of paper on the floor. “Ky…your father’s dead. He stepped on a mine and got—they didn’t find
him until yesterday.” I felt like my
heart stopped beating. I couldn’t
breathe. The devastation and pain roared
down onto me. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
Tears sparkled down my face in a river, but I made no sound. Mom gingerly swept me into her arms and wept
into my hair. But I couldn’t think of
anything. Just those four words had
broken my life. “Ky, your father’s
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For the
next week, I walked down the halls like a loner, crying at unexpected times,
and ignoring people’s remarks about how sorry they were. Tyler came up to me many times and said
“Sorry about your dad, Ky. I mean, if my
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“Stop Tyler, please.
I can’t listen to people say that.”
Eventually Tyler stopped and avoided me.
I was utterly alone. I didn’t
know why I was acting like such a jerk, but I did it anyways. Mom was locked up in her own little world
too. And the only thing to remind me of
what my dad said before he left to war was the piece of paper he had left me.
‘Believe, dream, and inspire Ky, and people will always be grateful.’ I knew I couldn’t do it. That was until I met the 4<sup>th</sup>
grader. I was sitting alone at recess,
when this high pitched voice screamed, “Hey 5<sup>th</sup> grade boy!” I figured it was another sympathetic kid, so
I kept writing in the dew on the picnic tables.
Then a little, tiny fourth grader ran up to me and tossed her red hair. She had blue eyes and stood tall to face
me. “Hey, I’m Cammy. I know you.
You’re the one whose daddy got blown up.” I stared at her. Obviously she wasn’t here to sympathize. “My dad got blown up too, so stop being a
baby and listen to me.” I turned
completely to face her. “I know how to
do speeches and stuff, so you can set up the fundraiser.” What was she talking about? Cammy sighed and rapped my head. “We’re going to do an awareness money raising
thing, right? So that other daddies and
mommies don’t have to starve and stuff?
They can have cheeseburgers, Dorito’s-”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wait, you’re saying…I don’t even know you!” Cammy threw up her hands. “You do now!
Don’t you want to help other kids’ parents?” I did, but I still felt selfish. “You know, I’m working through my own problems
and I need some space, so shoo.” Cammy
planted her feet stubbornly and glared at me.
“You want to, I can tell. Stop
being a jerk!” I spun around. “Fine.” She huffed. She stomped away. “Wait, Cammy!” I called after her. She stopped and looked over her
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Cammy
and I worked for more than a month.
Turns out she’s a computer whiz and she made a website that helps inform
people about all the families whose dads or moms go away to war for sometimes
more than a year. I set up posters about
our website and how you can help military families. I got to know her a lot better, and we became
good friends. Tyler still avoided me,
and wouldn’t come to the door when I went to his house. I felt terrible. One day at school, I caught up with him at
recess and walked beside him. “Hey dude,
I’m sorry.” I said quietly. Tyler kept silent and walked faster towards
the blacktop. I raced to keep up. “Tyler, really, you need to listen to
me. I was messed up, man, I couldn’t
think straight!” Tyler spun around, his
fists balled. “Oh, and then you go and
make friends with a puny girl. Is that
how it goes?” I was taken aback. “No, we’re working on—“ <o:p></o:p></div>
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“You just started ignoring me! I didn’t know why, until some random kid told
me that your dad got hurt. Some great
friend you are!” He stormed off, and I
was left standing in the grass, my white sneakers coated in mud and dew,
looking as crummy as I felt. Geez, I
didn’t even think about what Tyler would think about my brand new friendship
and silent treatment. I knew I’d never
be able to take it back. Thinking about
my dad’s last words to me, “Believe, dream and inspire Ky, and people will
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“Yeah, well, I tried that and see where that got me?” I murmured up at the clear blue sky. Tears stinging my eyes, I sought a shady
corner and cried the rest of recess, leaning my back against the cold brick
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Cammy
called at least five times that night, but I didn’t feel like answering. Mom raised her eyebrows to see me silent at
dinner. “Hey honey, what’s wrong?” she
asked softly, leaning across the table.
I spooned a bit of mac ‘n’ cheese into my mouth and didn’t say
anything. She looked terrible these
days, her hair all rowdy and messy and she always had black rings under her
eyes. I always felt bad whenever she
tried to smile. Mom sat back and sighed,
“Your girlfriend called today.” She
thought that would get me talking, but I bit my lip and remained silent. “Is this about your father?” I looked up at her weary eyes and held back
the tears. “Everything is about him
Mom. Why did this happen to us?” I said loudly, setting down my cup with a
bang. Mom covered her mouth. “Excuse me a moment, Ky. I’m really tired, sweetie.” Then she just got up and left. After a moment I dumped my half eaten dinner
in the trash and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling before calling Cammy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A whole
other month passed. I was a nobody. Sat alone at lunch, played at recess alone,
and rode my bike alone, up and down the streets. Kids called me cry baby, wiener, butt face. And Tyler watched it all happen. Expressionless. Cammy and I talked about our plans on the
phone, and were prepared to do our big speeches on Open House night,
Monday. On Sunday night I recited my
speech over and over again in my room, a nervous wreck. Our plan was to stand up, say them fast, and
get it over with. Cammy was really
excited. One day I asked her how her dad
had died. For the first time since I’d
met her, she’d been silent. Then she’d
said, “In the war, some enemies invaded their camp. Shot him in the head. Quick and painless the way they described
it.” I didn’t ask any more
questions. I fell asleep Sunday night at
11:00 and because my alarm clock didn’t go off, woke up at 7:30. Quickly getting dressed, eating breakfast and
brushing my teeth, I ran down the sidewalk to school. When I got inside, I looked down and realized
I was wearing two kinds of shoes. Wow. Smooth move, Ky. Be ready for some kind of teasing today. And I got it, for sure. The guys made up a new one. Tar hair.
That one kind of stung cause I have my thick black hair from my
dad. By the time Open House started, I
was so nervous my hands were shaking real bad.
Cammy went first. My mom hadn’t
shown up, but hers did. A fair haired
lady with tons of freckles blew her kisses.
Cammy gave her speech about her dad and how we needed to raise money for
our troops overseas. She sure created
some tears in the crowd and didn’t look scared at all. My turn.
I walked up onto the stage and clenched my teeth. “Hi, I’m Ky.
Well, um, I guess I just have to say…” I launched into my speech and the
crowd watched intently. At the end I
suddenly said, “Well, my dad died in the war too and before he left he told me
I should always believe, dream, and inspire, and people will always be
grateful. And, I love my dad a lot, and
will always follow his advice.” I saw a
head pop in the door. Mom. I swallowed.
Her eyes were filled with tears and she was smiling. I continued.
“My dad was amazing and brave, so please also follow my dad’s
advice. He—well, yeah, I love him.” Tears streamed down my face, and I saw Tyler
grinning and applauding wildly. “Good
job.” Whispered Cammy. I got down, and
Mom hugged me. “I love you Ky.” She
said, her hands stroking my hair. “I
love you too, Mom. I love you too.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Yeah, that’s my story. And if you ever need good advice, just remember
my dad’s. Believe, dream, and inspire, and people will always be grateful. <o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-88901347026311228302013-11-16T15:49:00.000-08:002013-11-16T15:49:48.094-08:00I'm Thankful...That I got breast cancer. Crazy right? And yes, I am crazy...but let me explain. (no, it's not just because of my "free" tummy tuck & amazing new girls!) This is the month of "thankful" statuses on Facebook. I love it. It's so much better than all the whining & complaining--which I've been known to do from time to time, of course. Now, I have never participated in the "thankful" statuses & I don't know why...other than I just don't. It's not that I'm not thankful! In fact, every night I pray to God thanking him for ALL the blessings in my life--my family, friends, job I love, roof over my head, MY HEALTH! Yep, I even say thanks for my health. And that's kinda funny considering the other day I was having a weird stomach pain & told my boss I was ready to pass on the torch for mysterious body malfunctions! I'm over the poking & the cutting...but I'm also thankful for it. <br />
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School started here at the end of August. Since the beginning of school this year, I have been contacted by 3 different women in my life regarding their recent diagnosis of breast cancer. These three women have chosen to keep this diagnosis relatively private & even tho they are on Facebook, you wouldn't know the personal health journey they are taking right now. And each of these women come from three totally different paths in MY life--none of them even knows the others. They came to me with questions, but I also believe with HOPE. And that right there is why I'm thankful. I've been in their shoes. They've got a scary journey ahead of them--some don't even know all the details of what that journey will entail yet. It's so long right now that they can't see the light at the end of the tunnel. But that's where I'm standing. And as long as I'm here, they can get there too. At least, that's what I hope they're thinking. I hope that's why they've reached out to me. With that being said, I certainly don't have all the answers...but I have a boob expert in my back pocket as I am so thankful to have an amazing breast pathologist for a sister. And, she has always been there. <br />
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Breast cancer sucks. ANY cancer sucks. Big. Time. But there's support out there--there's HOPE out there. My heart is so heavy for these 3 women right now (all mothers...all with children elementary age or younger), but I know they'll be okay. I'm so thankful they knew they could talk to me. I'm so thankful for doctors like my little sister who make it their life to study & research breast issues. God puts us in a place at a certain time for a specific reason & while that reason may not be revealed immediately, it's really on purpose. I am thankful I was in that doctor's office on July 7, 2006 and I'm thankful that I got breast cancer. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-54629510139145154382013-09-06T13:45:00.002-07:002013-09-06T13:45:51.775-07:00Good-Bye Summer...It's time to say good-bye to Summer 2013. We took our bi-annual camping trip with the Carsons, and some additional families this past weekend. There was much fun & laughter had over those 4 days & 3 nights. And fortunately for you, I did gather some quotes which made it to our regular "Camping Top 10"...except this time, there was so much good stuff being thrown around that we made it to TWENTY! <br />
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I will preface this Top 20 with this--we have some kind of friendship here with these folks. We all have family by blood who we love & adore. But we also have that "family" that we choose--these folks are part of our chosen "family" and we are so blessed to have them in our lives. We have known each other anywhere from 10 to 14 years (and in John's case, NINETEEN YEARS). We're excited that our children are growing up together (and we're growing OLDER together). Makin' memories...that's what it's all about. Enjoy!<br />
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20. Um...tag you're it. My swamp butt itches & I need to go wash it.</div>
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18. I don't know what you want for your top 10 because I'm pretty friggin' funny!</div>
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17. If you don't have frank & beans, don't intervene....</div>
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16. Could you go tell your boyfriend to change his tampon?</div>
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15. Sneakers, a diaper & a helmet...you been drinkin'?</div>
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14. Ask Satan for the salt & pepper.</div>
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13. I'm just gonna sit here & be sexy...</div>
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12. He just put it in her mouth & she said "mmmm, that's good."</div>
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11. It's YOO-HOO you idiot!</div>
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10. You're acting like a boob so you got the dog with the boob.</div>
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9. "When I go camping, the first thing I like to do in the morning is go on a trail run," said no one ever.</div>
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8. Jenny "My Nipples Fart Because They're Part of My Butt" Wealer</div>
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7. If you squeeze it, I'll pinch your leg!</div>
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6. You bite me, I'll bite you harder.</div>
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5. I'm gonna poison your food for going on a walk!</div>
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4. My boob looks saggy because my 2 is lower than your 1.</div>
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Jamison & I found a couple plastic beer mugs at Target that were screaming "Daddy's Summer Lawn Mowing Beer Mug" so we picked them up. Then I was piddling around on Pinterest & ran across this <a href="http://lilluna.com/fathers-day-super-dad-pop-box-set/">idea</a>...and paired it with a super hero questionnaire (I also found on Pinterest, but printed without pinning) and we ended up with this adorable Super Dad gift for Daddy.<br />
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Now, my favorite part of this gift was having the kids fill out their questionnaire about their Super Dad. I helped Jamison with his ONLY by writing what he said--word for word. I had a difficult time keeping a straight face, and then an even harder time waiting to share this with Joel on Saturday. I will keep this till the end of time. <br />
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<b>Me</b>: He's 16 too.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-86525860063540601832013-06-03T11:14:00.000-07:002013-06-03T11:14:04.833-07:00My Brad PittI was watching the Today show this morning & they were talking about Angelina Jolie again. If you've been living under a rock & you don't know why she's been in the news lately, you can read about it <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/14/showbiz/angelina-jolie-double-mastectomy">here</a>. I respect her decision to be proactive--I applaud her all day long for taking it public & being so real about it. Joel & I joked when the story first came out that we'd love to see how long Brad sticks around after...we have the same running joke at our house about us. <br />
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Then Hoda & Kathie Lee were talking about how happy the couple looked together during their first public outing since her surgery. Kathie Lee described them as "truly in love, not just lust." And they put Brad on a pedestal for staying by her side through the whole thing. He's so amazing, he loves her so much, you can see how happy they are together--even more so now than before. <br />
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Now I'm not saying that theirs isn't true love. I'm not saying that Brad hasn't been an incredible partner through all of this. I'm not saying that they aren't more happy now than they were before. I don't know them. But Hoda & Kathie Lee don't know MY "Brad Pitt". The reality that Angelina's surgery SUCKED balls isn't something I will argue. I'm sure it did. In fact, I know it did. And I know because I've been there. And you know who else has been there? Joey. More than once. <br />
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I joke that my body looks like Frankenstein, but it's more like Humpty Dumpty. Last night we were looking at my torso alone--it's like a treasure map! Look, there's the scar from my "free" tummy tuck (aka DIEP flap surgery). That one was the drains from the first mastectomy. Oh that one? That's from the gallbladder removal. That's the 11 hour SGAP surgery scar right there. And that one is where they cut a new hole for my belly button. Oh and those are the holes from the drains x4--for each surgery in that location. Yep, I could go on and on and on....<br />
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My "Brad Pitt" tells me I'm beautiful every single day. He did it before 2006 & he's done it every day since. Every.Single.Day.<br />
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He told me I was beautiful while I was while screaming profanities in post-op while laying on a "pillow" made out of a pillow case stuffed with towels. He told me how beautiful I was while feeding me ice chips on a plastic spoon when I was too nauseated to eat anything else. He told me I was beautiful as he emptied & measured the fluid from my 2-6 drains, depending on the surgery. He held my hand & said "How you feeling beautiful?" every time I woke up from a drug-enduced sleep. He shampooed my hair & held my drains while I was in the shower & told me how beautiful I was as he helped me dress so we could leave the hospital post surgery. There's something about a man who still <i>truly</i> thinks your beautiful even after he has witnessed you birth three children, have your stomach & butt marked up for surgery, your breasts removed and pass a kidney stone the size of Montana!<br />
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So, Brad Pitt, you are one sexy man. You are a good man for standing by your girl & professing your love for her post double mastectomy! You have women swooning all around you even more now! But...you got nothin' on MY "Brad Pitt". Angelina is a lucky girl. But, not as lucky as me.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-53003502565426806782013-05-30T11:41:00.001-07:002013-05-30T11:41:17.282-07:00Who Wants to go Camping?!?!It seems I've been absent from my blog for almost a year & it was this past weekend's camping adventure that brought me back to it. I had to create another TOP TEN list & I will waste no time gettin' to it!<br />
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The big difference between this post & my previous top ten <a href="http://iamapinkwarrior.blogspot.com/2011/09/camping-is-fun.html?spref=fb">Camping is Fun!</a>, is that we had the Hoffmann family join us this time. What wonderful memories were made with the 3 men folk cookin' us great meals, and 8 wee ones to run around playing together! Life IS good!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-91912079567171074792012-07-03T07:00:00.000-07:002012-07-03T07:00:44.783-07:00What Would You Say?So my kids left town with Memaw. It's been 11 days. The two weeks leading up to their departure I was in full-on panic mode. Yes, I love breaks from my children. I adore alone time with my hunny. But, I've been working from home full time, around my kids, for 7 years. They're my JOB. We didn't have plans to go away because Joey was still working so being in the house that usually has 5 people for 2 weeks with only 2 people was an unfamiliar thought to me. Day 1 was rough. Josie was weepy when they pulled out of the driveway. I worried about them on the road all day. Joel had an abnormal full day of work which left me to sit & wallow alone. After they were safely in bed at Memaw's that night, my tension eased & the kids have been having so much fun that I've been able to really enjoy having the time to do my own thing for the last 10 days!<br />
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In addition to cleaning & organizing & sleeping & eating junk food & watching movies that have been on our DVR since LAST summer, we took a weekend trip to Philadelphia just to goof off. During our trip we were approached by a group of gals out on the town for a bachelorette party. We were standing by the *LOVE* sign downtown, waiting our turn in line to get a picture when one of the girls said, "Excuse me. Are you two married?" <em>Note--this is where, later, I told Joey I wish I had thought quickly enough to say "Yes...but not to each other. Shhhh..." But I didn't.</em> Instead, we both said, "Yes??" You know like, WHY? Are we gonna be part of some crazy bachelorette dare if we are? So, the cute blonde says, "Great, my sister over there is getting married in one month & we're wondering if you could give her your best marriage advice?" Uh........all the girls (there are probably 10-12 of them) get closer to hear our wise words.....and she says "If you want some time to think about it, would you mind taking our picture?" Joel says, "Sure, if you'll take ours?" <br />
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So, while the girls are getting set up under the sign for their picture, Joey says, "What advice are YOU gonna give them?" I joked, "Probably don't do it!" And he laughed, "That's a good one....but seriously what are you gonna say?" <br />
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After picture taking was complete, the girls stood patiently waiting for our advice. I offered that if/when she has children, to always put her marriage first--make time for each other always. We shared that our 3 children were off visiting grandparents in MO while we were enjoying a weekend alone. They liked that. Whew, I passed! Then it was Joel's turn. I laughed and said "You can't say Don't Do it." And the sister of the bride said "Actually, that was the advice of the very first person we asked tonight! No Joke!" Eeeek! And he said, "No, I say keep the lines of communication open." Whew, they liked that one too! Yay us!<br />
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So, then we went off to dinner. But while we were sitting at dinner, we couldn't stop talking about the advice. Well, actually, it went like this...<br />
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And while *I* couldn't stop talking about the advice, I kept thinking of others I wish I'd said. Joey just kept nodding & agreeing with me. So it was OUR kind of communicating. Here are a couple that we thought of later...<br />
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*Make sure you have a boyfriend & he has a girlfriend. BUT, make sure your spouse is friends with said boy/girl friend. Otherwise, it just won't work right...<br />
*Remember that your vows are a promise, not a suggestion. Not sure you can keep that promise? Then don't get married.<br />
*Being married doesn't mean you have to stop having sex. In fact, have lots of it! Just remember to have it with the person you married.<br />
*Back to the one I did share--always make time for each other. We don't have much money. But we're rich with time together. It's a sacrifice we've made so that we can keep our relationship & family unit strong. And when we see couples who have been married 40, 50+ years, we don't *hope* we'll make it that long...we know we will. <br />
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I don't know that bride's name. I don't know when or where she's getting married. But I wish her & her new husband the best of luck in their new adventure thru life together!<br />
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10am--We are in our spot, blankets spread, chairs unpacked & ready for the day. Husband leaves us to meet a friend whose picking him up for the wedding he's in at 4pm.<br />
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11am--Everyone is HOT. We're in a field by the Washington Monument & it's at least 90 degrees with no shade & minimal breeze.<br />
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12pm--Girls are dropping like flies. No one wants to eat. The water line is taking 45 minutes to an hour to refill bottles. Everyone is CraNkY!<br />
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2pm--Done. Stuff is packed. Just waiting to do the Guinness Book of World Records biggest flash mob dance.<br />
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2:30pm--Give up on the dance & start to walk away.<br />
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2:35pm--Dance starts. We drop everything, participate in the dance & THEN continue towards our cars.<br />
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3:30pm--At cars. Girls cooling off & perking up a bit. Load everyone up with snacks & drinks. I wave goodbye as my girls head home with friend for a sleepover.<br />
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4pm--I'm in the parking garage bathroom. I have a wet washcloth from home, a stick of deodorant, *some* of my makeup (as I forgot my foundation), and a dress. I do what I can with my hot sticky mess to get ready to meet hubby at wedding reception.<br />
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5pm--Arrive at wedding reception. (after roads were closed & the directions I printed were useless) Hubby is super handsome in his suit & I enjoy visiting with friends.<br />
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8pm--Remind hubby that I have a 7 mile race in the morning so we should be leaving soon.<br />
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9pm--Tell hubby it's TIME to leave.<br />
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9:05pm--Tell hubby to say goodbye to bride & groom.<br />
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9:15pm--Grab keys & tell hubby I'll meet him in the car.<br />
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9:20pm--Watch hubby run across lawn to get into the car that is running & in front of the wedding location.<br />
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9:45pm--Rub hubby's back while parked on side of 495. (I won't go into the details...)<br />
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10:15pm--Put hubby to bed with fan & glass of water, big kiss on the forehead & appropriately call him stupid.<br />
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10:30pm--Shower the layers of sunscreen & stink off.<br />
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**Wake every hour worried that I'm oversleeping. Or from stomach pain thanks to my nerves. Or from husband snoring.**<br />
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5:45am--Realize Michelle can't get into passenger side of my car without getting hand *dirty* from 495 incident night before.<br />
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6am--On the road in Michelle's van to Baltimore.<br />
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6:15am--Realize I've forgotten my stop watch. DAMMIT!<br />
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6:45am--Park van on random road near race start.<br />
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6:55am--Find one dollar bill lying on sidewalk while walking toward race start. (lucky day???)<br />
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7am--Approach Team Fight tent just as they begin Dedication Circle.<br />
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7:15am--Meet Sam, who is running with me for this race.<br />
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7:30am--Head to race start. Pretty much feeling like throwing up. Wondering WHAT I WAS THINKING!?!?<br />
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7:35am--Race starts.<br />
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**Here's the point where I usually give a play-by-play of my actual race, but this one was so long, that I'm not sure I can remember all the details. I'll just give some highlights.**<br />
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*Since I forgot my stop watch, I had to use the stop watch on my non-smart phone which kept shutting off on me. And I thought that was super dandy at 7:30am. No, my race partner Michelle NOR Sam remembered watches either. We were quite the team. :)<br />
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*Sam was a trooper to hang with me. I told him I get whiny--he said he has 2 sisters. I told him I start to swear when I'm toward the end--he said it would not offend him at all. We were the perfect pair!
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*I was very happy for all the water stops when they happened. I took a couple swigs of Gatorade, one sip of water & then poured the rest of the cold water on my neck & down my back. It was glorious.<br />
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*At every mile marker I shouted "YAY! Mile 1 down!" Sam said, "What's 6 more?" <br />
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*When we hit the Mile 6 marker, it was like hitting a sun-filled brick wall. There was no shade, no more water & a mile to go. On my first walking break of the first interval after that marker, I said "I'm gonna walk just one more extra minute." I was feeling tingly & I thought "I'm not gonna pass out THIS close to the finish!" <br />
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*When that second minute passed, I just kept on walking. I saw racers walking the opposite direction who had already finished with water bottles & wet towels. I considered tackling one of them for just one swig of water!<br />
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*Then we saw Ben with his CT5K shirt & camera. I said, "We can't be walking in the pictures Ben takes for CT5K so let's get back to it." Sam figured we were only about 1/2 mile from the finish at that point & that's all I needed to know. <br />
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*As we turned the final corner & could SEE the finish, Michelle appeared on the sidelines (superwoman ran it out & left us eating her dust back before the Mile 1 marker) "YAY Jenny! Sprint to the finish, it's all down hill from here!" (It literally was a decline in elevation, not just a figure of speech) BUT I was close to the end & my sweet self was no where to be found. Luckily Michelle loves me & just laughed when I screamed back, "Shut it or I'm gonna punch you in the face!"<br />
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*And then there was the finish line and the big clock said 1:33...which is 3 min past my goal time. And I don't know my official time yet, but EVEN so, I'm way super duper extremely pleased that it was that close at all with the extra walking in the final mile. <br />
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*Lady past the finish line had a bucket of cold, wet towels. She says to me "Honey, would you like 2?" Um, yes, actually 2 would be great!<br />
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Big Goal Race #1 of 2012=DONE! Next up, training for the half marathon in October. As soon as we got in the car on the way home Sunday, I told Michelle I didn't know if I could actually run a half marathon. She said "Sure you can! We'll do it!" And I was reminded of a time when I wasn't sure I could even run a 5K, much less 7 miles. SO...I guess only time will tell. <br />
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<br />I was nervously waiting for my very first 5K to begin. I had trained for 12 weeks with the CT5K team & Coach Bob. I had no idea if I could actually run 3+ miles without walking, but this was going to be my first ever try & I wanted to puke just thinking about it.<br />
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<br />I ran with the team again in October 2011 & signed up for a 5K in December, just for fun. <div>
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This year I am running with Team Fight, another program of the Ulman Cancer Fund for Young Adults. And in 6 days I will run my first 7 mile race. If you had told the me in the above pictures that in just one year I would be running a 7 mile race, I would've laughed in your face. Seriously. In fact, just a few weeks ago I was laughing at the thought! </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-70199223742650286232012-05-22T13:41:00.000-07:002012-05-22T13:44:16.812-07:00It's All I Seem to do These Days...Here I am updating you on yet another run...and I've been trying not to bore you with more posts about my progress, but today is a big one for me. I'm a little proud.<br />
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About one year ago I wrote <a href="http://iamapinkwarrior.blogspot.com/2011_05_01_archive.html">an entry about my first season of CT5K progress</a>. And it included my first experience of running longer than 4 minutes at one time. I also mentioned the day that I ran 2 miles without stopping for the first time--26:07 was my time. I am proud to be slow, by the way.<br />
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This year I'm training for the 7 mile Survivor Harbor race coming up in a couple weeks and then the Half Marathon in October. In my last entry I shared my first 6 mile training run experience & since then have actually completed a 7 mile training run at 3/1 intervals. Yes, that cute boy of mine suggested I just go for it, so I did. Just happens that at the 6.5 mark, I was <i>this</i> close to calling it a night--I had finished a personal longest run, it was dinner time & I was TAPPED out on energy. But, as I rounded that last 1/2 mile loop & started to walk for my cool down, my iPod began playing Martina McBride's <i>I'm Gonna Love You Through It.</i>
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Well, dammit. I took the hint. Seven miles done with 3/1 intervals in about 1:31. So now I know I CAN do it! (AND I was even able to get out of bed the next day!)</div>
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Today, I decided on a shorter distance but with no intervals. I just popped in to note that I finished my first 2 miles today with no intervals in 23:25, one year after doing 2 miles for the first time in 26:07. It's not record breaking, but it's exciting to me! </div>
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Don't worry--this race is in just about 3 weeks so after that you'll get a break on my running reports. But, if you're interested in supporting Team Fight and all that they do for young adults & their families during & following a cancer diagnosis, please consider making a donation to me at<a href="http://www.teamfight.org/donate2012/?kwoAdvocateId=2K2CV41"> my website</a>. If you have any questions about the <a href="http://www.ulmanfund.org/">Ulman Cancer Fund</a> & where the money raised is spent, feel free to give me a call! This is an amazing organization & I am beyond honored to be representing them on June 10!</div>
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6.12 miles done. Time? Yeah, it took a long time. But it's the longest distance to date. And I know that it was his words that gave me what I needed to get it done. <br />
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I love Forrest Gump. It's one of my all time favorite movies. And it has a special place in my heart because if you knew me before 1994, you only knew me as Jennifer. But...this one time...at band camp...this cute boy called me Jen-nay (just like Forrest Gump) and it stuck. Five years later, I married that boy. And today...I just felt like running. </div>
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I got off track with my training for my upcoming Survivor Harbor 7 miler next month. A couple weeks ago I was plain ol' laid out with vertigo--seriously! When I asked the doctor why I got it, his only answer was, "I guess you needed to add one more thing to your list?" Great.</div>
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I didn't decide to go running until about 7:30 tonight. First I said to that cute boy sitting on my bed, "I think I'm gonna go run." He said "Ok, have fun!" I said, "What? You're not gonna try to talk me out of it? You don't want me to just sit & hang with you for a bit?" He said, "No, I know you want to run. I'm not gonna try to talk you out of doing something you want to do."</div>
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As I was walking out the door I said, "My goal is 5 miles tonight." Side note--it's been awhile since I got a full 5 miles in thanks to the vertigo & just plain bein' busy! This was gonna be a challenge, so I said it with a little snicker. To which my sometimes annoyingly optimistic hubby said, "Good! I know you can do it!" Grr.</div>
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I'm an interval runner for now. And I'm training that way because I'm running a longer distance on my next race than I've ever run before. The walking part of my interval gives me something to look forward to--it's like my reward every 3 minutes and it makes me happy. What I'm saying here is that I'm not a fast runner, which is okay by me. I'm working on my endurance & while I've run 5 miles a few times over the past few months, it's been about 2 weeks. And it was getting dark. And my street has no lights. So, it was also kinda creepy. And I started making up excuses to stop in my head. <i> </i></div>
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<i>I can run 5 miles on Thursday--never mind that I have a field trip all day with Josie & a doctor appointment with Jackie after school...I'll fit it in, I'm sure!</i></div>
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When I hit 4 miles, I decided to just do one more 1/2 mile loop & call it a night. Four & 1/2 miles was a great way to end the night. </div>
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And as I neared the end of that last 1/2 mile loop on my 4.5 miles, I approached my house. In the dark, I saw a silhouette on my front porch--just the outline against the light from inside the house. Honestly, it was a little creepy. And I said so from the street--"Dude, that's a little creepy. How long you been sittin' there?" </div>
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He'd just been there a couple minutes & he said, "How much more you got?" </div>
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I was just 30 seconds from the end of my loop--the loop where I was gonna call 4.5 miles the end of my run. And before I even could think about it I said "I have just one more loop!" </div>
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There's something about that cute boy. I told him I was gonna do 5. I talked MYSELF out of the full 5. He comes outside for 5 minutes & I end up running the full 5. </div>
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I'm glad that I just felt like running & I'm even more glad that cute boy was there to hold me to it!</div>
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I said, "Ta-tas are boobs." She thought about that for a bit, then came back & said "Why do we have to <i>save</i> them?" <br />
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Now, if you know my child or follow my blog at all, you know my red headed child is no dummy. And obviously ta-tas have been talked about a lot in her short 9 year life. Even with the<a href="http://iamapinkwarrior.blogspot.com/2011_10_01_archive.html"> Save the Ta-tas poker tournaments</a> we've had, all the<a href="http://www.savethetatas.com/1604511b.html"> t-shirts</a>, <a href="http://www.savethetatas.com/1132111.html">car magnets</a>, key chains & <a href="http://www.savethetatas.com/1136511b.html">bracelets</a> we own, she just didn't <i>get </i>why we were <i>saving</i> them. She was only 3 yrs old when I was diagnosed the first time & had my bilateral mastectomy. My reconstruction was complete before she was even in Pre-K. When I was diagnosed the second time & had the numerous reconstructive surgeries, she knew they were operating on my breasts. She understood that the doctors were taking away the cancer so that I would not get really sick. She's seen some of my scars and knows that I have had *work* done on them, but for some reason--probably because she's so young (duh, Mom)--she never connected the <i>removal</i> part of my surgeries and that we're <i>saving</i> other women from having to have their breasts taken <i>off</i> their bodies.<br />
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So, I start by explaining that when you have cancer in your breasts, like Mommy, sometimes they have to take that cancer out of there. And depending on the size of the cancer and the size of the breasts, many times they doctors have to cut the whole breast off of the woman's body--like they did for Mommy. Then, when all the cancer is gone, the doctors can come back and make new breasts using different reconstruction--which is why Mommy has had to have so many surgeries. We want to <i>save</i> the ta-tas by helping find a way to make the cancer go away so no one else ever has to have their breasts cut off. So, we're Saving the Ta-tas. <br />
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Whew, this is a lot of info for a 9 year old brain. She thought for a bit...obviously working through in her mind that I actually had my breasts cut off. And she said that she understood, gave me a hug, told me she loved me & was off on her way.<br />
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The next night at dinner, Joel was wearing one if his Ta-tas shirts...<br />
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Jackie read Joel's shirt at the table, looked at me and said, "Now that I know what ta-tas are, I can never look at you the same again, Daddy."<br />
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Boy: Do boys have boobs?</div>
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Boy: Yeah, boobs?</div>
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Boy: But our boobs are little.</div>
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Boy: Yeah, all of us have little boobs....'cept YOU!</div>
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Boy: NO! You have BIG boobs!</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-38782637060112378762012-04-09T18:56:00.000-07:002012-04-09T19:01:19.560-07:00Wealer Easter sponsored by Pinterest!I really like<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"> Pinterest</a><a href="http://pinterest./">.</a> I don't need an intervention yet, but I do find myself getting distracted from time to time. My favorite thing to look up is recipes. I have already gathered & printed enough recipes to fill a one inch 3-ring binder. And dinner conversation usually starts like this..."So, is this a pinterest recipe?" And at the end of dinner the kids give it a rating so we can decide if it goes into the rotation. So far we've found about 90% are keepers!<br />
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It's no surprise that we found some ideas on Pinterest to help us with Easter weekend this year. It all started with <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/60517188712972248/">Kool-Eggs</a>! Who knew you could dye the eggs just using water & kool-aid packets? They were beautiful! (And I used all the eggs the kids dyed to make my deviled eggs for Easter dinner.)</div>
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Our next project was a little Easter treat for our guests on Sunday. We made <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/44332377552016948/">m&m pretzel flowers</a>! These were super simple & the kids were able to do them mostly on their own. All I had to do was put them into the oven & then remove 5 minutes later. </div>
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But that wasn't tend end of our weekend--the kids had ONE more day of spring break today, the day after Easter. And they started in first thing this morning needing to be entertained! So...<a href="http://www.pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a> to the rescue again! We whipped up some <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/60517188712915430/">Washable Chalk Spray Paint </a> for outside fun!</div>
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We live on a street that dead ends at a cul-de-sac and there's only one other street off of our street that ends in another cul-de-sac. We have kids of all ages up & down the two streets. A couple years ago, a family on one end of the street asked us if we wanted the basketball hoop they had because they never used it anymore. And yes, we ARE the people you SHOULD ask if you want to get rid of ANYTHING, thank you very much! We thrive off of hand-me-downs! Joel brought it home, built a new backboard and we were good to go. <br />
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Jackie loves playing basketball. Anytime we have friends over, the men-folk end up outside playing basketball in the driveway...sometimes WITH the kids, sometimes AS kids. And about two weeks ago, our across-the-street-neighbor (college) came over to ask if he & his cousin (7th grade), who has been living with him, could play basketball in our driveway. It was about 7pm and our kids were already bathed and getting ready for bed as it was a school night. Absolutely! They played till dark. The next day, the younger neighbor, came over to play with my kids after school. He lowered the net so it would be easier for them & was very patient with the younger children and my kids had a blast. <br />
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A couple days later, I was out of town, Joel was out with the kids getting dinner & the boys across the street came over to play ball--about 5pm in the evening. As the story goes, apparently my next-door-neighbor, on the side of the house closest to the driveway, came out and asked the boys to stop playing because the bouncing was too loud while they were watching TV. Being that the boys didn't want to cause a stir & neither Joel or I were home, they just agreed and left. <br />
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Fast forward about a week--I'm home. There are kids from up & down the block coming and going, older & younger--all playing basketball. No one has been here later than 8pm. No one has been obnoxious or disorderly. Everyone HAS been active & having a good time. Then the phone rings. It was about 7:30pm on an April evening, 75 degrees outside and still light. "Jenny, this is XXX. Is Joel home?" It was *the* neighbor. I told her he was busy but I'd go tell him she needed to talk to him. She said, "Yes, we NEED to talk as soon as possible." <br />
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After a tall, cold drink, Joey made the call next door. Apparently, the neighbor said, "Joel, we NEED to do something about this basketball noise!" <br />
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I didn't hear the whole conversation, tho I was able to watch Joel's face while he was talking. From what I understand, the week before, when the boys were playing in the driveway without us being home, she actually made a trip to the POLICE STATION to see if there was a noise ordinance! They told her--OBVIOUSLY--there's nothing she can do about kids playing basketball on private property. Joel was nice enough not to laugh out loud when she told him about that--but he did giggle to himself & cover the phone. When she asked Joel if he could move the goal to the backyard, he politely (oh, so much more politely than I would have...) that they cannot play basketball on the <i>grass</i> but if she wanted to pay to put a court back there, he'd be happy to move it! After she suggested that we give the basketball net to the boys across the street, he kindly replied that it was here for OUR kids to play with it and he would not be punishing them just because she didn't like the sound of the ball hitting the driveway. Her complaints of having all the kids from the neighborhood in our driveway led him to agree that while it could be a lot of kids at one time, it's better that they're here playing basketball than walking up and down the street smoking & drinking! Basically, the conversation ended with him saying, "Everyone has different pet peeves. This is obviously yours, but there's nothing we can do about it. Sorry." <br />
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When another neighbor told us that about 30 years ago, when her son was 8, this same neighbor forbade him from riding his hot wheel up & down the street in front of her house because of the *clicking* noise it made and she didn't like it! <br />
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Let's just say that as I write this, we have 4 kids playing basketball in our driveway. And in about a week, we're gonna start a 15 yr old+ basketball tournament at 9pm each night. Just because we can...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-14902751097320093092012-03-26T17:31:00.000-07:002012-03-26T17:31:26.097-07:00Mean MomA few weeks ago I was driving with Jackie alone in the car. She says, "A is my best friend. And I know we'll be best friends for a long time because neither one of us gets to do things other kids do."<br />
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I asked her to give me an example.<br />
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She said, "Well, A said she didn't get to have a cell phone until she was 16. I told her I knew what she meant, even though I know you said I couldn't have one until I'm like 20. But also other things...she has to eat healthy foods. Her parents make her go to bed early like we have to. But I do feel bad for her about one thing. She's NEVER EVER had soda! She doesn't even get to have it on vacation at a restaurant!"<br />
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We talked about how that just means that her parents must love her a lot to want to make sure she only has good things in her body. Yeah, Jackie understands as that is how her life is too. <br />
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It made me laugh at the time--but also smile. And I DO hope these girls remain friends for a long time. Especially since Jackie isn't allowed to date until she's 30! <br />
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This conversation immediately came to mind today when I was reading about <i>The Mean Mom Challenge. </i>Basically it was an article talking about being a responsible parent is sometimes translated into being mean--I'll take it! Here are 11Ways to be the Meanest Mom Around, taken from <a href="http://imom.com/parenting/toddlers/relationships/child/11-ways-to-be-the-meanest-mom-around/">iMOM.com</a>.<br />
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<li>Tries to get her kids to bed on time on school nights.</li>
<li>Limits the amount of caffeine, sugar and processed foods her children consume.</li>
<li>Limits the amount of time her kids spend <a href="http://imom.com/tools/training-tools/screen-time-tickets/" style="color: #508ac5; text-decoration: none;"><strong style="font-weight: bold;">watching TV, playing video games and surfing the net</strong></a>.</li>
<li>Is true to her word. If she says, "You can't watch TV until your room is clean." then you can't watch TV until your room is clean.</li>
<li>Knows where her kids are at all times—including her teenagers.</li>
<li>Insists on knowing who her kids are hanging out with.</li>
<li>Demands that her children show respect to their teachers and other adults.</li>
<li>Expects her children to do their best.</li>
<li>Screens the <a href="http://imom.com/moviemonitor" style="color: #508ac5; text-decoration: none;"><strong style="font-weight: bold;">movies</strong></a> and <a href="http://imom.com/musicmonitor" style="color: #508ac5; text-decoration: none;"><strong style="font-weight: bold;">music</strong></a> her children want to see and hear. </li>
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<li>Knows that being "mean" will benefit her children in the long run.</li>
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I then asked each of my kids tonight if they thought I was a mean mom. <br />
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Jamison: <i>Yes. Sometimes. But only when we be bad.</i><br />
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Josie: <i>NO!</i> (She really wanted me to let her do something I didn't want her doing at the time...so I couldn't get a serious response from her. Little turkey!)<br />
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Jackie: <i>No.</i> (head tilt and smile) <i>Well....sometimes. When I don't pay attention or do what I'm supposed to.</i><br />
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The conversation continued with each of them as they agreed that even if I have to get grouchy, it's not because I don't love them. It's simply because I care about their safety & health. My kids are geniuses--of course they get it!<br />
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But I also plan to print & show them the <i><a href="http://imom.com/tools/build-relationships/mean-mom-pledge/">Meanest Mom Pledge</a></i> which will be hung in the house somewhere yet to be determined. I'm not naive enough to believe that my kids will always understand my grouchy is for their own good. We're not even in double digit ages yet...BUT, I vow to continue to stick to the rules. And one day they'll thank me. Right?<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149347052228239990.post-77691791960804422642012-03-23T08:24:00.000-07:002012-03-23T08:24:42.098-07:00And the Answer Is....I got an email newsletter this week & the subject was "What word describes your marriage?" And I just can't stop thinking about it. <br />
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Actually, I am reminded of a night playing "The Newlywed Game" with friends about 6 years ago. Do you remember that game? The wives are asked a question & they write their answer down. Then the husbands are asked the same question & if you answer the same, you get points. We were playing with another couple that had been married a tad longer than us, a true newlywed couple & a newly engaged couple. The question: <b>What movie title best describes your marriage?</b> The couple who had only been married a couple of months was the only one to match their answers & get points. <br />
Their answer? <i> Mission Impossible</i>. <br />
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I don't remember what my husband answered--tho I'm sure if I think about it long enough I can remember what he was wearing (I know some of you are NOT surprised about this...). But I remember my answer: <i> It's A Wonderful Life</i>. And I recall there was a round of "awwwwwwwww" that echoed around the room when I reveled my answer. But this was a time before our health journey that challenged our relationship so deeply to the core over the past 6 years. <br />
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The question I have not been able to shake this week is not a movie title, but rather just one word. In terms of movie titles, I'd have to agree that my answer has not changed. It is STILL very much a wonderful life. But what's the word? How do you describe what we have here on Easy Street in just one little word? How is it possible that one word can hold all that we have created? Our 13th wedding anniversary is next month. We have been a couple for 16 1/2 years. Last year I attempted to describe the timeline of everything we've encountered in our first 12 years of marriage when I wrote on my man's Facebook wall on our anniversary date. In short, we've been through a lot. And like any relationship, we've had our ups & downs. <br />
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But, at the end of the day, when I go to bed at night & I reflect on the fights, the tears, the hugs, the smiles, the happiness, the journeys, the pain, the joy, the treasures, the life we have created together...I have to say the one word that describes our marriage is <b>Always</b>. The thing is...no matter what has happened, is happening, or will happen...our marriage will be. <b> Always</b>.<br />
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Well, I couldn't get this song out of my head after playing outside with my boy last week. The weather was beautiful so Bubba & I headed outside to play. And since the girls were at school, he brought his baby, Rex, out to play with him.<br />
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Joel & I bought our first house in Michigan in 2000. It was still decorated as the mother of the previous owner had designed it. We pulled up ALL of the carpet in the 900 sq ft, 3 bedroom house...we ripped ALL the wallpaper from the walls, the closet doors, the window sills...we painted over the pink/peach/green walls. We knocked out a wall, built a deck complete with benches & planters and put ceramic tile in the kitchen. It was a great starter home & we had fun testing out our fixer-upper skills. I have a complete scrapbook of before/after pictures, if you're interested. :)</div>
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My point is that this isn't our first rodeo for DIY projects, but I am over the moon excited about what we've done to our kitchen in our current home. When we bought this house 7 1/2 years ago, the kitchen had yellow flowered wallpaper on the walls, faux brick linoleum floor, and dark brown cabinets with some 70s style "decorative" hardware that served no practical purpose. I knew I would need to fix the hot mess when we put our offer on the house, but I was 7 months pregnant with an almost 2 yr old at home so I wasn't in a position to do a ton of work on it. Then, as you know, next came cancer, another pregnancy with another baby in the house, then another cancer diagnosis, so many years passed before we got serious about making the changes. </div>
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In November 2010 we started with knocking out the wall between the kitchen & the dining room, thanks to a brother-in-law in need of anger therapy.</div>
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We replaced the old faux brick & the carpet from the dining room.</div>
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I had a "vision" of what I wanted my kitchen to look like...someday. We played around with some ideas, I googled "counter top redo" and "painting counter tops"--we're still on a budget here & couldn't afford to replace anything. THEN, I began my relationship with Pinterest. I will share the details of my secret love affair with this site in a future entry.</div>
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I wanted lighter cabinets & we did paint our cabinets in our first home, but if I did white cabinets, then I didn't want white counters. And painting counters...really? I also didn't like that little 3D decorative *touch* to my cabinet doors in the middle. So.....here's what we did....</div>
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After we took off all the doors, Joel popped that 3D part off (they were simply nailed on). Then we bought sheets of wainscoting from the hardware store. He cut them to fit inside each door.</div>
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Next challenge was the counter tops. I first thought about doing <a href="http://go.tipjunkie.com/dc/1634/www.creativekristi.com/2010/11/video-tutorial-how-to-paint-your-countertops-to-look-like-granite.html">this</a> to my counter tops but had a hard time finding a granite design that wouldn't "compete" with my floor. So instead, I ran across <a href="http://blissfullydomestic.com/home-bliss/decorating-home-bliss/transform-your-laminate-countertops-with-paint/">this blogger</a> and decided spray paint was the ticket for me! </div>
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When I explained to Joel what I was going to do, he didn't even bother questioning me--we had this discussion during the first part of the kitchen make-over when I decided I wanted to spray paint our fridge. Yep, it was white before--now it's black to match all the OTHER black appliances in our kitchen. It's not flawless, but I cover it with so much junk anyway, it works perfectly for our family!</div>
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Here's where I have some advice for those who might consider this method. </div>
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#1 We used a stone finish spray paint which gave me EXACTLY the look I wanted, but I had NO idea how much it would take to get the coverage I wanted. One can did not even come close to putting a full layer on our very small counter top. It took 8 cans to get our desired look</div>
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#2 Just because you're using CLEAR paint doesn't mean it's easy--or unable to mess it up :/ Don't forget to stir before EVERY application. It WILL leave a foggy look on your counter if it's not stirred & that can make you VERY grouchy.</div>
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#3 If you use a stone finish spray and choose NOT to sand between each application of clear coat, don't expect a completely smooth finish. **Note, we started sanding between coats after the 3rd coat & I don't know that it made a big difference, but we still have some texture after 8 coats & it's PERFECT, just not what we expected.</div>
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#4 If you DO get stone spray on anything not meant to be spray painted, wipe it immediately. While you can touch up over the color, you will have a more difficult time removing the texture if you wait for it to dry. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">5 coats of brown stone paint + 8 coats of clear poly acrylic top coat = beauty!<br /><br /></td></tr>
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I also purchased an island--which is a WHOLE different drama in itself, but thanks to the advice of my remote designer, C, I waited until we decided on one to match the paint color for the cabinets. I think it turned out amazing!</div>
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We're waiting one more week to let the clear coat completely cure before we put anything back on the counters, but I was too excited to wait to post the pics. Let me know what you think!!</div>
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