tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53318922901372805482012-02-16T21:32:26.272-06:00Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.comBlogger1531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-86485007042839389282008-03-10T13:48:00.002-05:002011-04-12T09:15:08.255-05:00

Hi everyone... I'm blogging at wordpress now. Check it out at http://damselandfamily.com/ . See you there!

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Ever have one of those days where things just go your way?? I had one today. Lots of things went right, and lots of those things were due to some hard work I've put in. That feeling of accomplishment is just so awesome. I thought I'd celebrate them with you!First, I finished my lesson plans for next week. My goal every week is to complete the plans on Thursday so that I can use my time on

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I'm trying something new this week. I saw this on TeacherBee's blog, and decided that I might write more often if only I had a little direction. It would be nice to have one day a week that has a little more structure to it. So, here is my first Thursday Thirteen!Thirteen Things about Damsel1... Like TeacherBee mentioned in one of her posts, I prefer my own homebrewed coffee to Starbucks'. I

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-17293488499253845582008-01-09T19:57:00.000-06:002008-01-09T20:12:04.386-06:00

After putting together Jet's dictionary entry the other day, it occurred to me that I, as a parent, probably say some extremely ridiculous things, too. I thought I'd start a new blogging category and document those for posterity as well. Of course, with most of them, you have to read the situation to understand where I'm coming from. At least, I hope you'll understand.Tonight, we decided to spend

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today really is Thursday the 10th. Maybe I've just been writing the wrong date on everything and tomorrow really IS Friday? How cool would that be?!?!Seriously, though, I wrote that Thursday Thirteen post last weekend and gave it a publish date of tomorrow. (Thursday! Wacky, I know!) I went to change something in it this morning, and I couldn't remember if I should click "Draft" or "Publish". I

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Jet has been staying in his bed all night long for several nights out of the last week or so.We bought him a new "big boy bed" with some of our Christmas money, and then let him pick out sheets at Target. He repeatedly stated that he wanted "Transfarmers" sheets. I was a little leery, since he'd really only seen the movie once at that point. I showed him Elmo, Thomas the Tank Engine, and a

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TeacherBee tagged me for a meme. I agree with her description of the guilty pleasure in being tagged, because I, too, harbor a deep-seated, secret love of talking about myself.Here are THE RULES:1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as

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He's really not a toddler anymore, but he still says some really cute things.Cherry lime-uh-lade: noun a beverage consisting of lime juice, a sweetener, plain or carbonated water, and maraschino cherries; usually obtained from Sonic, but can now be made at home (ex: "Mommy, my throat hurts. Can I have a cherry lime-uh-lade?")Lasterday: noun the day preceding this day, or anytime a few days in the

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(I know I said I wouldn't turn this into a "weight loss blog", but I really feel the need to get this written down so that I can refer to it later.... I'm hoping it will be something that will inspire me the next time I have a rough day.)My Weight Watchers meeting went well this evening. It was about putting together an action plan to achieve a goal. It was also about recognizing certain things,

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-67949850168968340602008-01-02T13:09:00.000-06:002008-01-02T13:29:19.845-06:00

Jet started back to school today. I don't go back until tomorrow, so I got him up and took him this morning. Normally, I'm out of the house by 6:00 a.m., so Knight does everything with and for Jet in the mornings. I try to remember to lay out clothes and whatever else Jet might need for the day, but sometimes I forget.Getting back into the routine is hard for most people, but seemed especially

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-79566120471231000012008-01-01T22:39:00.000-06:002008-01-01T22:53:40.336-06:00

I'm still on Weight Watchers, and am down a total of 16.4 pounds since August. That includes a few slip-ups (namely, the hedonistic Thanksgiving Week that shall no longer be mentioned), as well as some half-hearted attempts at exercising.I don't really believe in New Year's Resolutions. However, my sister's boyfriend, Dr. Soon-To-Be, FINALLY popped the question a few weeks ago. Yay!!! We're

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-54160208904394466822008-01-01T22:06:00.000-06:002008-01-01T22:32:02.384-06:00

I just fixed my "Read More" thingy (and found out that it's called a "peekaboo") ALL BY MYSELF.I'm feeling pretty special about it, too... but I also know that pride goeth before smacking one's HUGE HEAD on the doorframe, so I'll keep the bragging to a minimum. :)Edited to add: Somehow I broke it again, and Knight fixed it again, and maybe, just maybe, I'll not break it again. (We can hope,

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Last night was soooooo fun! It was exactly like the last three or five New Year's Eves that Knight and I have spent together. My last thought was something like this: I looked at the clock and thought, "If I could just stay awake for another hour and a half, we could ring in the zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...."Yes, the Knight and Damsel family KNOWS how to par-tay. The sad part is that a horrible

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Every year we go to my grandparents' farm for Thanksgiving. It snowed on us on Friday! We had about two inches that stuck through the night and into Saturday. We've done Thanksgiving there my whole life, and I don't remember it EVER showing.Being a born-and-bred Texas girl, this was me.My favorite part of the weekend, besides the snow, was the FOOD. Oh, heavens. You see, the farm is 8 miles from

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... when you spend your days with teenagers.Get a Cash Advance

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Last Christmas, my three-year-old, still-making-monthly-payments-on-it, out-of-warranty car decided not to start. Knight is experienced in car maintenance and parts and stuff, and he decided it needed a new starter. He found one and installed it himself.A few months ago, it pulled the same stunt. The remedy this time? New battery.A couple of weeks ago, it did it again -- twice in one week. My

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There's an adage among teachers that says that we will beg, borrow, or steal to get good lessons that work for our students. Of course, there are a few old battle-axes out there who don't share, but those are the ones who get stolen from. I really don't understand the attitude that says that they are the ones who developed that lesson, so it's only theirs to use. I mean, aren't we all playing

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-36855461022790849362007-11-11T06:49:00.000-06:002007-11-11T06:59:02.860-06:00

There are about eleventy things I could write about... Jet's fever this weekend, my upcoming science conference, Thanksgiving plans, Knight's new job, my car finally getting fixed, our plans to move next summer, things going on at school. I want to write about each one in witty, Mir-esque style, and I know that I could make an entire post out of each one.I'm just stuck. Blogger's block, if you

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-71979184326800707822007-11-04T19:13:00.001-06:002007-11-04T19:16:13.267-06:00

They're finally here. The Never-Ending Whys of the Three Year Old.Jet and I had our first exchange of the whys-and-becauses a few days ago. We were in my room. I can't remember what started it, but I do remember what ended it."Because I said so."Hey, at least I never lied to myself and said, "I'll never say that!".

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-65099431851952241832007-11-03T07:04:00.000-05:002007-11-03T07:29:12.881-05:00

Sinus pressure drove me from the bed at 6:00 this morning. My allergies are killing me this week. I've heard tell, and I think it's true, that if you don't suffer from allergies before you move to the Austin area, then you will within five years or something. So! If you've been seeing the ads on TV for allergy meds, and are feeling left out because you don't need them, then I've got a bridge to

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-85988890160170871462007-11-02T15:06:00.000-05:002007-11-02T15:29:02.405-05:00

I have my lesson plans for all five classes done all the way up to Thanksgiving break! Woo!! We get the entire week off, so I'm really looking forward to the vacation.We go to my grandparents' farm in western Oklahoma every year. They don't have internet, and my cell phone doesn't even get reception. Nothing to do but RELAX! Oh, and the EATING. Oh, my. It's positively sinful, the relaxing and the

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-47890671627432538112007-09-23T21:14:00.000-05:002007-09-23T21:19:57.005-05:00

Our church had the annual men's retreat this weekend. Knight has taken a larger role in the men's ministry, and he was a key player in getting things organized. He approached me last week about teaching the High School Sunday school class this weekend so that the guy who was scheduled to teach it could go on the retreat. I believe his actual statement began with, "Now, I'm not asking you to do

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-19158496684040628652007-09-22T21:40:00.000-05:002007-09-22T22:19:14.876-05:00

Heather guilted me into it. (Just kidding, Heather! Thanks for the encouragement!)I am now SIX weeks into the school year. For the very first time, I sat down at my desk Friday afternoon after my last class and blinked in amazement at the fact that I was caught up. Now, for you to understand the trauma I have endured, you need to understand my Nerdiness. Inherent in my nerdiness is a compulsion

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-63246458200708310372007-08-28T10:13:00.000-05:002007-08-28T10:15:10.866-05:00

Kim at Frugal Hacks has a post up for a giveaway! If you're a budgeteer like me, check it out and enter to win!

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We're starting to get back in the routine. Life is always hectic during the beginning of the school year for our family. I work 10+ hour days, and poor Knight and Jet have to basically fend for themselves.We did have an enjoyable weekend, though. We had free tickets to Schlitterbahn, so we went on Saturday, along with my sis-in-law and her family. It was SOOOO fun. Jet has never been much of a

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-12375083560993642012007-08-14T19:35:00.001-05:002007-08-14T19:47:51.672-05:00

I think thirty would be better if I was well.I was okay most of the morning, when I had to sit through a video for inservice. And I was mostly okay when 10 of my co-teachers went out to lunch with me to celebrate. I was especially okay when one of them suprised me by ordering a slice of strawberry cheesecake for me. I only felt guilty for about a nanosecond... and then for a few minutes more

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-64216323891812530922007-08-14T06:06:00.001-05:002007-08-14T06:06:18.101-05:00

So far, it's not at all painful, except for the raging cold I can't seem to shake. It is, however, not yet 6:00 a.m., so we'll see how the day goes...Both Beezneez and Knight harassed me last night about it being my last day in my twenties... I just don't get no respect around here. :)My parents took the whole family (minus Jet) to a new Brazilian steakhouse in town on Sunday night. It was

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-55151994481602381522007-08-11T12:48:00.000-05:002007-08-11T12:49:33.186-05:00

Buy a banana!I haven't tried this yet myself, but it's interesting!!

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-50374394699008488632007-08-10T06:35:00.000-05:002007-08-10T06:57:53.194-05:00

I started going back to work a little on August 1st, and we officially started inservice this past Wednesday. It's par for the course for the rest of my life to suffer for this period of about three weeks... family, blog, house... you name it. Several years ago, I finally realized that this is just how it is and I stopped feeling guilty about it.However, I do have some great news to share.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-75515117923062936152007-07-30T15:55:00.001-05:002007-07-30T16:02:19.277-05:00

I finally have pics of the new decorations!The window over the kitchen table: The large window over the couch (note the snazzy throw pillows): The new rug: And the overall effect when walking in the front door is, I must admit, quite pleasing: Yay! A big, BIG, HUGE thank you goes to Knight for hanging the valances. Thank you, Googly-Bear!

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-68165879571755230102007-07-30T12:24:00.000-05:002007-07-30T12:42:42.806-05:00

Once again, it has been forever since I've posted.I took a road trip with my sister and Jet to visit our grandparents. The 7-hour car trip with Jet was not nearly as painful as I was expecting it to be. In fact, I still have about half of the 15 or so little toys I had bought to distract him throughout the trip there and back. (Yay for the Dollar Spot at Target!!) I was budgeting on giving him

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-40331189761639356242007-07-22T14:37:00.000-05:002007-07-22T14:41:00.430-05:00

Me, softly: Jet, sweetie, wake up...Jet: mmmghmmmpfpmmmm *stretch*Me: Time to get up and get ready for church.Jet, sleepy but happy: Yep, time to get up.Me: Do you want to help me make waffles for breakfast?Jet: Nope... my tummy has enough waffles in it.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-92178916732678088532007-07-19T21:36:00.000-05:002007-07-19T23:16:10.653-05:00

I've not posted in a couple of days, and now I have a herd of things galloping about in my head, demanding to be described. Things about...new hobbies (knitting)how irritated I am with neighbor's barking dogs (extremely, but that really is a whole post on its own, given the history involved)the fun I've had and money I've spent on decorating the living room (tons on both counts)how well Jet is

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-24647164004332958052007-07-16T19:17:00.000-05:002007-07-16T19:19:57.335-05:00

Jet had his little procedure today, and he's doing well this evening. I'll post more tomorrow, I hope, but since he stomped on my laptop and cracked the screen, I'm relying on Knight's generosity with regards to his own laptop in order to post. :) He's a pretty generous guy, that Knight, but he may need it at work tomorrow.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-24683719075819271502007-07-13T08:18:00.000-05:002007-07-13T08:33:45.276-05:00

Color me irritated. I figured out how to do the "Read More" thing and now it's messing everything up. Okay, so KNIGHT helped me figure it out. Anyway, it was working great and now it's not and I'm mildy irritated because he's out of town until tomorrow. :) You can still read the entire post if you click the title of the individual posts.A friend of ours got some free tickets to Promise Keepers

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-58805883754974771602007-07-12T07:53:00.000-05:002007-07-16T19:16:51.201-05:00

Jet has been having... um... boy problems. He's been telling me that his "pee-nit" hurts. Often. And I'm sure that someday he'll appreciate that I've told the internets about his pee-nit. If it wasn't for him, though, I wouldn't ever have anything interesting to write about. Such is the price of being an adorable little boy. :)I originally thought it was related to swimming. He started

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-35113619899700631142007-07-11T22:54:00.000-05:002007-07-13T21:43:15.282-05:00

I'm so very not creative, artistically speaking. That's why people like this guy totally impress me.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-33958533852767215212007-07-10T21:33:00.000-05:002007-07-10T22:10:14.856-05:00

...and doesn't just wait until we're qualified to call us.Our church does Backyard Bible Clubs instead of Vacation Bible School. For the BYBC, the youth break up into teams and learn a set of curriculum. Then they go to various places in town, assemble a bunch of kids from the neighborhood, and love on them and play games and teach them the curriculum for four days. This year, they are doing two,

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-2906935464473997332007-07-08T21:43:00.001-05:002007-07-09T20:10:36.482-05:00

Earlier today, I showed Jet how to use the remote to "clause" his DVD while he went potty.This evening, he had to go potty and picked up the remote. I was curious to see if he would remember which button to push to pause it. He remembered, but he didn't quite point the remote in the right direction the first time, so it didn't work.For his second try, he pushed the fast forward button, which is

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-14392001099540157892007-07-08T14:19:00.000-05:002007-07-08T14:37:39.456-05:00

On a trip to Mexico a few months ago, my mom brought back a wooden top for Jet. It consists of a wooden handle, the spinning top, and a black shoestring. Jet and Knight played with it for several days in a row on the the kitchen floor whilst I was attempting to cook dinner. Soon, though, it was relegated to the toy box.Today, though, Jet rediscovered it. However, the plastic thing had come off of

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-39990786056715541222007-07-06T19:34:00.000-05:002007-07-06T19:45:53.733-05:00

My littlest sister has started her very own blog. *sniff* She's growing up so fast! I remember like it was yesterday, changing those iddy widdy diapers... *sniff*...OK. Over it. I think.Anyway, on one of her posts, my other sister questioned her nickname of Beezneez. I would like to refer her here.It would seem that she is now the odd girl out, being the only sister wifoub a blog. :)

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-18508604966187359242007-07-06T18:52:00.000-05:002007-07-06T19:11:42.511-05:00

I went to a different jeweler today about the reaction I've had to my wedding ring. Remember that my doctor diagnosed me with a nickel allergy? Remember that I went to see another jeweler who basically told me that there wasn't much he could do? We were ready to see how much it might cost to get the diamonds reset into something that wouldn't, oh, I don't know, cause my skin to blister up and

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-43409577395324315492007-07-05T11:55:00.000-05:002007-07-05T12:17:37.598-05:00

We had a house full of people for the 4th of July. Jet's Aunt Deanna and Uncle Karl, Grandpa, cousins Big and Little Daisy and another cousin all came over to celebrate. We had lunch, worked puzzles, watched movies, blew bubbles, took naps, and had some fantastic burgers for dinner.Another friend of ours, whom we hadn't seen for a long time, also came over. She and I were trying to remember when

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-5296703813378586392007-07-03T06:36:00.000-05:002007-07-03T07:08:49.582-05:00

The lovely Lady M wrote a post yesterday that really resonated with me. What to do when one's day seemed boring? Does one blog anyway?I've not posted much this week because I don't know what to write. I've struggled with this before.I have a hard time choosing WHAT to write about... so much so that I sometimes don't write anything for fear that it will be a boring list of what we did today.One of

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-40395524375497066032007-07-02T12:17:00.001-05:002007-07-03T08:05:32.468-05:00

... was over a week ago. It was great, even though I chickened out on the cake. I did, however, sell the car mentioned in that same post. I doubled my money on it, too, and bought Jet some Veggie Tales DVD's. I got a heck of a deal on them, I might add.First, I had received a 50% off coupon for Veggie Tales DVD's from Family Christian Stores. Go sign up on their website, and you'll get their

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-77249802833972038432007-06-26T21:17:00.000-05:002007-06-26T21:30:13.971-05:00

The older Jet gets, the less he says things that are toddler-ish and adorable. Let's document them for posterity, shall we?Bref-tuss: n; the first meal eaten, especially in the morning (ex. "I wanna waffle for breftuss.")Cooled up: v; the process of lowering the temperature of an object (ex. "I will eat dat waffle after it has cooled up.")Pee-nit: n; male reproductive organ (Do you really need an

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-43809728753188290182007-06-24T18:49:00.000-05:002007-06-24T19:29:46.958-05:00

I just have to brag on myself in this post. I've discovered the local Farmers' Market, and it makes me happy.Last week, on Thursday (the Farmers' Market Day), I picked up blueberries, cherry tomatoes, corn on the cob, cantaloupe, and eggplants. The corn was fabulous last night as part of Jet's birthday dinner, the blueberries have been fantabulous with yogurt and wheat germ for breakfast, and the

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-52434775360354888122007-06-22T20:30:00.000-05:002007-06-23T09:24:52.117-05:00

I'm a member at Work It, Mom!, which is a community for working moms.Today, I recevied the following email:Once a week, starting today, we will post a question or a topic on this blog and invite all of you to write your reactions to it by submitting it as a short article or essay to Work It, Mom! (Yes, you have to join the site, which will take just a few seconds, and our online article

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-87374390774724915322007-06-21T20:14:00.000-05:002007-06-21T21:01:01.813-05:00

Three years ago today, our lives were changed forever when you arrived. It seems like this should be a long, loving, detailed entry about how wonderful you are and how enriched our lives are since you've been a part of them.The truth is, I'm just speechless. You are the reason I have a slight taste of what God must have experienced when He sent Jesus to earth. There truly aren't words to

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-83273199302713596052007-06-20T12:02:00.000-05:002007-06-20T12:06:59.688-05:00

Remember the post I wrote about Planning for Jet's Birthday this week? I found an ABC article that illustrates perfectly the outrageous lengths people will go to in order to "celebrate" their child's birthday. I wonder how many of the people in that article can really afford those types of things, and how many are plunging themselves deeper into debt in an effort to keep up with the Joneses, as

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-23664418602279718462007-06-20T11:24:00.000-05:002007-06-20T12:01:07.435-05:00

Doesn't the rain know that we have swim lessons this week? It could have at least waited until Friday. (We only have swim lessons Monday-Thursday.) It's supposed to rain tomorrow, too. I wonder if we get make-up days? I know they can't control the weather, but it bugs me that I paid for eight days of swim lessons, but might end up only getting six. I couldn't find any info on their website about

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-6191918808571703012007-06-19T19:34:00.000-05:002007-06-20T08:56:36.102-05:00

Jet is doing, well, swimmingly (go ahead and groan, it's ok) in his swim class. For a kid who was terrified of water, he warmed up to it quickly.On Monday, the first day, we arrived about 10 minutes early, and his teacher was with another class. The lifeguard said we could go try the kiddie pool. Jet wasn't too keen on it, what with about 8 other kids in it, splashing their little hearts out.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-36170983513487284672007-06-18T07:33:00.000-05:002007-06-18T08:04:36.708-05:00

Have you seen these? They're incredible. You have to watch them all the way through.First, there's the completely adorable 6-year-old Connie singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. It brings tears to my eyes to hear her, and you could have heard a pin drop in the audience. Listen to Simon at the end -- he really is human!Then Paul Potts,a car phone salesman, blows away the judges with his opera

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-78029533636802365122007-06-16T09:26:00.000-05:002007-06-19T19:34:11.423-05:00

My baby boy isn't a baby anymore. He'll be three next Wednesday!Do you remember this post where I so excited because I bought this really cool car for Jet for his birthday? Well... we're rethinking the brilliance of that purchase. You see, we don't have a paved driveway at our house (it's just dirt and rocks) or sidewalks in our neighborhood. Our house is definitely too small to ride it inside. I

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-50814490663812992192007-06-14T08:01:00.000-05:002007-06-14T10:14:23.451-05:00

I was so excited about this, I just had to share... I've discovered the world of bloggers who blog about saving money/frugality/financial peace, etc.I know I've linked to Mir at WantNot several times. She is fabulous, and scouts out great deals on stuff. As she usually says, those deals are great, if you were already planning to buy those items or need to stock up for your gift closet. Thanks,

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-36646371153693195192007-06-12T15:49:00.000-05:002007-06-12T16:55:23.104-05:00

We're officially enrolled in swim lessons. I went for the lessons for the younger kiddos. He barely squeaks in, since the lessons start on the 18th and he'll be three on the 21st.As I browsed the options for swim lessons online, I was all excited to see that the parks and rec department had an online registration for the lessons! I also discovered that they had ONE spot left in the class I

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-46770067280422143452007-06-09T07:49:00.000-05:002007-06-09T08:00:06.525-05:00

The ending to the refrigerator saga (or, at least, what I hope is the ending) is rather anticlimactic. Also, brace yourselves for the stunning revelation of my intimate knowledge of the inner workings of refrigerators.The guy said that when they replace the thingy he replaced last week, they ususally replace another doo-hickey, too. However, when he tested our doo-hickey, it tested fine, so he

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-37293631700414855332007-06-08T12:10:00.000-05:002007-06-08T11:05:23.731-05:00

... we interrupt this broadcast to update you on the continuing saga of the refrigerator, which is "continuing", despite the fact that you may have known nothing about it.Last Monday, Memorial Day, our refrigerator went out. Not like on a date or anything (there's a joke here somewhere about where those little refrigerators come from... "When a mommy refrigerator and a daddy refrigerator really

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-33609603267531398772007-06-07T14:49:00.000-05:002007-06-14T08:01:09.547-05:00

Thanks to everyone for their suggestions on the last post about time-outs. Fortunately, I haven't had to deal with the situation since I wrote it (figures!), but I'm sure it will come up again.We are now the house of the head-cold. Jet brought something home last week; I took him to the doctor last Tuesday. It was "just" a virus, but it threw him for a loop. Knight and I both woke up miserable

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-30254086541886913602007-06-05T17:37:00.000-05:002007-06-05T18:45:22.424-05:00

Last Friday was a rough day. I called our place The House of the Time-Outs and Spankings. I had expected it to be difficult -- just getting Jet used to a new routine, etc.However, we've run into a couple of issues, and I'm seeking opinions.First, you should know that I'm more prone to use a time-out (one minute for each year of age) for discipline than a spanking. For starters, it doesn't hurt me

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-31722597487036973682007-06-04T15:30:00.001-05:002007-06-04T15:43:38.250-05:00

Today has been a good day with Jet. He's a pretty funny kid...I put him in a T-shirt with a pocket today. To understand the humor, you should know that I've dumped out a ton of dirt from pockets and found countless clean rocks in the bottom of my washing machine. He's definitely ALL BOY.J: Hey! I have a pock-et!D: You sure do. What do you put in that pocket?J, very seriously: Not dirt.D,

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-14139163940740198572007-06-03T19:45:00.000-05:002007-06-03T20:31:05.558-05:00

I was tagged by Heather to do this meme, so here goes!!The rules:-Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.-People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.-At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.-Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-47687398129871319412007-05-31T16:32:00.000-05:002007-05-31T16:51:40.665-05:00

My status as temporary stay-at-home-mom began this afternoon when I picked up Jet from his last day at playschool.I'll admit that I'm a little scared. I know I don't have to keep him entertained 24/7 -- he's really pretty good at playing on his own. I just don't think I can compete with his playschool in regards to having his friends there and constantly switching tasks. I even had his teacher

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-23046213594127788652007-05-31T10:36:00.001-05:002007-05-31T10:39:58.609-05:00

A gift from Aunt Beezneez last weekend:Jet has carried it everywhere this past week; he was actually able to use it this morning! He carried it (while I carried him) into his playschool this morning, and his friends were all duly impressed. Good job, Beezneez! He loves it!

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-89430196699177424512007-05-31T10:26:00.000-05:002007-05-31T10:34:38.045-05:00

I'm not wearing my wedding ring these days. I love the ring (and my husband!), but I've started having some sort of reaction to it.The inside of the ring has "I love you" cut out of the band underneath the diamonds, which is the reason why Knight bought it. Something is going on, though, because the skin on my ring finger under that portion of the ring started chafing. Because I refused to

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-45004016627498241632007-05-30T08:34:00.000-05:002007-05-30T08:41:23.618-05:00

We went to the library over the weekend. It's so nice -- all big and new and clean!Jet loves to climb this staircase. Last time we were there, I knew I needed to get a picture of him doing this. The juxtaposition of his little self being big enough to climb this huge set of stairs really does something to my heart.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-51433435633411378402007-05-30T08:23:00.000-05:002007-05-30T08:29:53.755-05:00

BTW, prepare thyselves for an onslaught of posts in the next couple of days. There have been many happenings in the Knight/Damsel/Jet clan. I've not been able to blog, though, precisely because of all those happenings. I shall update you as I'm able.First things first, though. You may or may not know that bargains make my heart go pitty-pat like almost nothing else can. FREE things make it

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-78937292767960769942007-05-26T21:07:00.000-05:002007-05-26T21:26:00.716-05:00

Our son is a budding photographer. We taught him how to take pictures today, and I was surprised at how well he did. As I flipped through the pictures, it hit me that he really does see the world from a very different angle.Here is his first exhibit. We'll call it On the Way to Nana's.Out the front window: Out the side window to the right: Back of Knight's head: Out the window to the left: Ooh!

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-83646428280792022732007-05-23T21:07:00.001-05:002007-05-23T21:13:46.346-05:00

Love is:prying off the baseboard under the bathroom sink to treat for cockroaches after reading your wife's blog post about squicking and shuddering over themdoing your dead-level best to find the best job that will meet your family's needs as well as your own personal needsscooping vomit out of the car seat after your son throws up on the way to churchcleaning out the same car later that same

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-20199002786437970662007-05-22T05:20:00.000-05:002007-05-22T06:58:22.132-05:00

... or at least wanted to rilly rilly bad.Confession: We have a cockroach problem. It's not a big problem, numbers-wise. I've seen maybe 5 since we moved in last October. It IS a big problem, squicking-out-wise, because these suckers are so big they should be able to drive Jet's trucks around. And maybe they do in the middle of the night. ewwww, *squick, squick, shudder*I've mostly seen them in

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-91240377827211439212007-05-21T22:00:00.000-05:002007-05-22T06:58:44.939-05:00

You are now reading the blog of a Master Chocolatier! You should feel honored that I deign to share my opinions and tidbits of joy with you, o humble non-master-chocolatier. *evil laugh* Hahaha. HA!HA!On a side note: The music didn't work for Jet tonight. He ended up drinking some warm milk and falling asleep on Knight's lap.On another side note: I actually had a student write "tits" instead of "

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-74064773308269730242007-05-21T05:55:00.001-05:002007-05-21T05:58:37.745-05:00

Today is my last Monday at school! It's also my last full day -- tomorrow we start final exams, and those days are half days.I'll be pretty busy today, though. I have to type up the fetal pig practicum for my anatomy class, and write four exams. Whee.Jet is wearing big boy underwear to school today. I'm asking Knight to send about four extra changes of clothes... I'm really hoping that

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-55161003920731376242007-05-20T11:58:00.000-05:002007-05-20T12:56:06.410-05:00

Last night was the THIRD night in a row that playing kid-friendly music at a louder volume helped Jet go to sleep on his own. In fact, it was the best one yet.We walked in his room together (usually, I have to carry him in because he won't go on his own). He climbed in his bed all by himself and arranged his pillow. I covered him up, then crossed the room to close the closet door (

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-71581622085488508632007-05-19T09:17:00.000-05:002007-05-19T09:21:20.602-05:00

Jet's wearing "big boy underwears" today for the first time. He's very excited because they have baseballs on them!His teacher says that he stays dry all day, except during nap. She also says he's very good to tell her when he has to go to the bathroom, even when they're all busy playing. Hopefully we can do the same at home!My plan is to try to ask him to sit on the potty every 30-45 minutes.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-79794944852850398932007-05-18T22:15:00.000-05:002007-05-18T22:25:56.247-05:00

The music worked AGAIN! Yay!We had our graduation ceremony tonight. I'm so proud of our seniors. There were thirteen this year, and they are a very close-knit, uplifting group. (Keep in mind that this is only the fourth class that has graduated from our small, private school.) Next year, we should graduate 30. God is working in our school, and I am so blessed and humbled to be a part of

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-86544448837862455732007-05-17T21:55:00.000-05:002007-05-17T22:16:43.872-05:00

Remember The Plan? Getting Jet to sleep in his own bed? Yeah, we've still been working on that. It hadn't been going so well.Then, a week or two ago, we got the brilliant idea to play some music whilst patting him to sleep. So, I filled my Ipod with some nice, gentle Christian music, and Knight hooked it up to some speakers in Jet's room. It helped a little, but not much. I've been browsing

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-55531869308616023622007-05-17T21:46:00.000-05:002007-05-17T21:52:56.956-05:00

Wanna see something silly? Click here and scroll down to "Nutritional Information for Ice Cream Lovers in New York City". Go ahead and read it. I'll wait....Basically, because Coldstone publicly provided nutrition information at the time the law was passed in NYC, they were required to put all caloric information on their menu boards. As the site says, since most of their menu items are custom

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-14069121097606085812007-05-16T19:57:00.000-05:002007-05-16T20:09:08.156-05:00

Lately, Jet has wanted Knight to do just about everything with or for him, instead of me. It's rather bittersweet. I find a part of me feeling relief that, finally, Jet is clinging to someone besides me. The rest of me, though, is a bit sad and my pride takes a lashing every now and then when he flat-out refuses to let me do something and asks for Knight instead.Jet has also taken to repeating

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-88748320715257291412007-05-15T20:39:00.000-05:002007-05-15T20:43:32.862-05:00

Email from my sister:Took (and dominated) my VERY LAST COLLEGE FINAL today! Goodbye scantrons...Helloooooooo Chocolatier.:) Love you! Let's talk soon.Also, Mom informed me this evening that she never should have bought the game. She started playing it when she couldn't sleep last night, and discovered the addictiveness (addicitivity?) that is Chocolatier... :)

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-54380408947598090012007-05-15T20:24:00.000-05:002007-05-15T20:35:17.725-05:00

Jet rarely poops in his pull-up these days. One of my first goals after school lets out is to get this kid potty-trained. He really is ready.Tonight, however, I guess he was distracted or something and laid a big one in there. Like a good mommy, I sat on the floor and changed it during House without even waiting for a commercial.After I was finished, I stood him up and asked for a hug. He gave

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-1818683427314231652007-05-14T22:42:00.000-05:002007-05-14T22:45:08.643-05:00

Whatever you do, don't download this free trial because your sister told you it was a blast. Even if you do that, don't mention it to your Mom. She might buy it and send you the code.Then you'd be up really late playing it, when you should be going to bed because you have to teach five classes tomorrow.Just sayin'.

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-15002675669221747372007-05-14T11:11:00.001-05:002007-05-14T11:13:14.520-05:00

The teacher in me finds these hilarious! Maybe you will, too.I epecially love the one that says, "I wish I could give you marks for this!" I know that feeling.... The kids spend a bunch of time being "creative". If they would spend half that time doing some quality studying, they'd all ace my classes! LOL!

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-9028837672027923252007-05-13T21:07:00.000-05:002007-05-13T21:27:46.256-05:00

I'm sure there are a zillion posts out there about Mother's Day, but somehow that doesn't seem like enough. So now there are a zillion and one.I have had a fabulous Mother's Day, after a little scheduling snafu before church this morning. Knight and my brother, MusicMan, had a little misunderstanding about who was supposed to do the sound board this morning, which resulted in a phone call from

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-35656331540375212842007-05-07T11:26:00.000-05:002007-05-07T11:44:59.070-05:00

A few weeks ago, I noticed that my little site meter down there was nine hundred and something. I was all excited about approaching 1,000 visitors. I had thoughts of making up a really witty post to celebrate that one thousandth visitor. Then.... life arrived on the doorstep of my daydreams, pounding with its usual demands of everything has to be done NOW, or, at the very least, YESTERDAY! And I

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-14718478134767778232007-05-07T06:02:00.000-05:002007-05-07T06:12:14.901-05:00

Technically, I have two full weeks of teaching/reviewing and then exam week, and exam days are half-days. Yippee!!!Except for the fetal pig dissections for my anatomy class, I'm not giving any more labs. The anatomy class is great, though, because they'll get everything out and clean up after themselves everyday. I don't have to do a thing.I'm so ready for summer, when I'll finally be able to

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-53311552402454891312007-05-06T07:55:00.000-05:002007-05-06T08:05:19.522-05:00

That's what I said to Knight when Jet came into our room this morning to wake us up at 7:30. (BTW, he's been sleeping all night in his bed all night most nights! Yay!)Anyway, my school had its prom last night -- I was on the prom committee. I love our students in situations like this because they are such good kids. We had about 55 students come to prom (out of about 100 high schoolers), and I

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-86021071903494520562007-05-05T08:25:00.000-05:002007-05-05T08:53:36.469-05:00

I wish I could add something fun like "... from vacation!" But I can't. I mean, I guess I could, but if this has been a vacation, then I think I'll just stay at work. :)I have felt bad for not posting, but mostly because it seems to be a very healthy thing for me to do for myself. I enjoy writing out my thoughts and recording things that have gone on in our lives. Of course, I also enjoy reading

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-39262825550934050352007-04-24T06:11:00.000-05:002007-04-24T06:20:29.595-05:00

Knight and I had a long (and emotional) discussion on Sunday night. We worked things out, as we always do, and I thank the Lord that I have such a wonderful husband.He started his new job yesterday, and it turns out that the company has several IT needs that he will be taking care of before he even starts really selling. His boss will pay him separately for fulfulling any IT duties, so that's

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I haven't really posted anything of significance lately because this week has been really rough. The title is in reference to our Love and Respect study. If you haven't read the book, I highly recommend it. I swear the author has a window into our lives.If you don't want to read an emotional diarrhea of the keyboard, you can just quit right here. If you're a glutton for punishment, keep going,

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The result when your wife is in the shower and you are busy eating breakfast and not realizing that your two-year-old son has discovered a fascinating interaction between a small ruler and a laptop:It wouldn't be funny except that I knew Knight could fix it, and he did. After we spent an hour turning the house upside down looking for Z.

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In an effort to get Jet to eat his dinner the other night, Knight was telling Jet about his food.K: "Carrots are good for your eyes! They help you see!"J: "Yeah!"K: "And cucumbers are good for your ears!" (yes, this is a little, um, misleading... )J: "And cornbread is good for my BELLY!!"Yep... that's about all it's good for, too. Except maybe your tastebuds.

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We had a blast in Dallas on Saturday, even though I had three flake out on me. So, it was just me, the Bible teacher (who is one hilarious guy, and hereafter referred to as TBT), and four kids.The Dallas World Aquarium was great, even though the manatee is no longer there, or at least refused to show himself. They've added tons of stuff since I was there a few years ago, including a forty-foot

Damselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03419317332180706725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5331892290137280548.post-68256983786242474222007-04-14T05:52:00.000-05:002007-04-14T06:02:52.510-05:00

... the wonderful Manatee of Dallas.How can I be up at the same stinkin' time I'm always up, but it seem soooooooooooo much earlier because it's a Saturday? I think my brain is playing tricks on me.I'm taking some of my Science Club members to Dallas today. They've been selling snacks before school and doing other fundraisers all year, and this trip has been the major goal. So, after I juggled

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Jet was in the bath this evening. I had my back turned, and he said, "It has balls in it!"I was only half-listening to his chatter, but this caught my attention. I quickly recalled that he doesn't have any ball-shaped bath toys."What?" I asked as I turned around.Yep, you guessed it. He was ... um... exploring. He repeated what he had said, and I immediately wondered who had taught him that word

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... but don't want to think. I stumbled on this on another blog (that I also stumbled on), and thought it was rather insightful, except for the "truly adventuresome" part.You Are a Warrior SoulYou're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.You don't give up. You're committed and brave.Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.Extremely protective of loved ones, you

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I know I should be working, but I stumbled on a post on another site listing funny baby videos. I had to share a couple of them!!This baby is cracking up at his daddy playing golf on his Wii. This one laughs like an old man, and makes me laugh out loud every time. If you haven't seen this one with the powder toot, you're just behind the times (pun intended)!Just in case you needed to laugh on

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Today was a great Easter. It was the first Easter wherein Jet actually "got" the whole Easter-egg thing. We're working on the spiritual aspect, too, but I think he's a little young for the nuts and bolts of the Resurrection.I went a tiny bit overboard on getting things for his Easter basket, and decided to put some things away for later, namely, the three coloring books, four canisters of

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Jet telling me about the Easter Egg Hunt at his school yesterday:D: Where did all these eggs come from?J: The Easter Bunny came and hid all the eggs outside!D: Really?!J: Yeah, I cleaned them up for him.We're supposed to have an egg hunt at our church tomorrow, but I'm pretty sure it's been canceled. The high tomorrow is 48, and it's supposed to rain. Last year, there was a picture of Knight

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Things may have been quiet here on the blog, but definitely not in "real life". I think that's the reason why the blog has been quiet.Down:My great aunt passed away on Tuesday; she was 83 and ready to go home to Jesus after a lengthy illness. It's definitely a time of mourning for those still here, instead of for her. I wasn't close to her, but I went to the service Wednesday evening to be with

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Today is the birthday of one of my best friends ever. Pretty Lady and I met when we were sophomores in high school, in Mrs. Kuehne's geometry class. Good times, good times.Pretty Lady and I have had a rough time of it recently. We're in very different stages of life right now, and it's hard to find common ground. While I wouldn't trade my life for anything, sometimes I'm jealous that she's

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