tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-107329030152048692024-03-13T11:33:35.675-07:00Subee's BuzzA little bit of my life as a child of the King!Subee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-18068929445212232232010-11-24T20:26:00.002-07:002010-11-24T20:36:34.955-07:00Wednesday's Walk - Or The Thanksgiving We Were Attacked by the Blond Alien<center><a href="http://the-goodwinfamily.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/WednesdaysWalkButtonSmWAddress.png" /></a></center><br />
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I remember that one Thanksgiving, in 2000. It was the year my parents went back to North Carolina to have Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. I always hate when they are gone during holidays and this was no exception. We had it at my daughter's house and at the start of the afternoon, it all seemed like everything was going smoothly. She had the table set up in the living room and ready for food.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jack, Claire and Dave, innocently waiting...</td></tr>
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Little did we know that we were about to experience the most bizarre Thanksgiving of our life. Thanksgiving, 2000, the attack of the blond alien. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie was trying to save Jacob as it did a mind probe on him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Poor Michael, he's scarred for life!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>At first, it just attacked the smallest members of the family. If you look closely, you can see the sheer horror or Michael's face. It tried probing their minds to get the information it came seeking.<br />
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When this creature saw that it wasn't getting what it came for from the babies, it went after the older ones.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Paige is frozen in fear!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crystal was in panic mode! She was so scared she couldn't move her mouth!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jared never saw it coming and Cole was praying for God to save us all!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The kids weren't talking, or they couldn't give the blond alien what it wanted. So it went for the older kids...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was a nail biter for Cole.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It scarred Adam so much he had to go shave his head, cover his body in tattoos and pierce holes <br />
all over his face. He's never been the same.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The older kids weren't talking either. So it went after the big guns!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie is trying to be brave. Adam thought he could scare it away with his tongue.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kerry is looking for a way to escape. She doesn't know which way to turn. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michelle thought she'd pretend she was Cleopatra but the blond alien wouldn't give up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Claire tried talking French to see if she could communicate with it. She even pretended she<br />
was a princess and tried to make it obey her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was so frightened I couldn't move.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jeremy tried to cook it on the grill but it wouldn't get off his head.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It tickled Jack until he couldn't take it any more.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>And finally, after paralyzing the whole household in fear, causing us untold nightmares for years to come, the blond alien found the one who could give it the information it was looking for...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We have communication!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">THE DOG!!!</span></span> </div><br />
Yes, the dog finally was able to communicate with the horrible blond alien to find out why it showed up at my daughter's home, Thanksgiving Day, 2000. What evil purpose could it have had. Why, oh why, did it come to her house and attack such a peaceful family on a cold, November day? What could this family possibly offer such a vile creature. What? What???<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">WHAT???</span></span><br />
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Well, I am here to tell you, that horrid creature was not going to ruin our Thanksgiving dinner by stealing our turkey! We fought with all we had to keep that thing from taking it. And it took all of us to do it, but we did. We chased that blond alien away and it's not been seen since! And we ate that bird! We ate it with every ounce of energy and passion we had. And it was good. <b>It was so good!</b> <i>And my mom and dad missed the whole thing.</i><br />
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Tomorrow, while you are all enjoying your Thanksgiving dinner, be careful. It's been ten years since the attack of the blond alien...and you never know. I mean, IT COULD HAPPEN!!! Right???<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving and blessings to you all,<br />
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Sue<br />
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He is in so much pain. I tried to tell him he was going to be in a lot of pain, but he didn't believe me. It's probably just as well that he didn't....he might not have agreed to the surgery if he knew what was ahead of him! <br />
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The morphine is making him a bit psychotic...which I knew it would. He told his sisters and our daughter that he helped deliver a baby today. I'm sure he'll not remember this story in a day or two and I haven't got the heart to ask him to explain what he meant right now. I'd rather let him snore.<br />
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Every few minutes he'll moan and I hear the morphine pump beep. He'll complain that it's not enough, but the nurse just told me he is using quite a bit of it. He is probably using it more than he needs it. <br />
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I went around the corner and down the hall to visit Christina for a little bit. She looked great but is also in a lot of pain. We were told that this surgery is actually harder on the donor. She said she didn't know that, and said she doesn't feel like such a baby now for telling the nurse she hurt so much. She will probably get to go home tomorrow. Jack will be here until Friday afternoon or Saturday morning, depending on how he is doing. <br />
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Trying to tell Christina, "thank you," just doesn't seem like enough. I told her it's like trying to tell God "thank you" for His Son. The words seem so paltry. I hope if she reads this, she knows how much we love her and are forever in her debt. The words of the song by Bette Middler keep running in my head. She is our hero!<br />
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Another thought that keeps going through my head is the scripture, John 15:13;<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.</span></b><br />
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And while Christina didn't actually lay down her life for Jack, she gave a part of herself to him. She is an incredible blessing. <br />
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So, until tomorrow....<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-37716009560235932152010-11-23T11:56:00.000-07:002010-11-23T11:56:22.809-07:00Transplant Day - Part 2Christina's surgery has been done for about an hour and she is in recovery. George is waiting to see her still. <br />
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A nurse just came and told me the kidney is now in Jack and is working great! I can't even begin to say how thrilled I am. How thrilled the whole family is!!! God is being praised all over the world right now! Jack and Christina have been lifted higher than high to the One who holds them in His hands. God is good all the time!!!<br />
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More soon!<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-46987463563056871292010-11-23T09:35:00.001-07:002010-11-23T09:49:08.129-07:00Transplant Day - Part 1It's hard to believe today is really here. Two years. Two very long years of waiting for a kidney for Jack. I have to admit that I really wondered if today would ever arrive. We've been through so many ups and downs on this adventure (if you really want to call it an adventure...), and we weren't sure where it would take us. <br />
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Jack's sisters either had the wrong type of blood or their own kidneys weren't healthy enough to be transplanted in someone else. We knew two of them couldn't donate for health reasons, but we had such high hopes that one of the three could. Each time we got so excited, only to have our hopes dashed by that one phone call from them telling us they were not accepted. <br />
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His children also offered to be tested. We flew his daughter Angie out and she spent a week with us while going through all the tests. She was so hopeful, as were we. We waiting all weekend long knowing that the transplant team would meet on Tuesday afternoon. Jack's hopes were so high. We just believed that she would be the perfect match. <br />
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Angie called late Tuesday afternoon in tears. She was turned down. The Mayo doctors told her she had the diabetes gene and they wouldn't take her kidney because she might need it someday. They also said that most likely all the kids had the same gene but if they wanted to be tested, they could go ahead and try.<br />
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Jack made the decision that he couldn't put himself or the kids through this again so he told them not to bother. It was too depressing for him. So at that point we made the decision that there was a kidney somewhere and God would bring us to it in His way.<br />
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That was two years ago. A little over a year ago Jack and I started looking for a new small group in our church. We had a conflict on the night our old group met so we decided to find one close to our home. Since Jack felt lousy most of the time, he didn't want to go too far from where we lived.<br />
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I had befriended a gal on Facebook, Christina, because she also goes to our church. I really liked her positive, uplifting status comments and we started an online friendship. When the church had it's Small Group Fair, I grabbed a catalog. When I saw that Christina and her husband led a small group near our home I got so excited. Then I saw it was a "marriage" small group. Exactly what we were looking for! So I asked Jack if he wanted to try it and he said yes. I emailed Christina and let her know we'd be there at the next meeting.<br />
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Immediately upon visiting the group, we knew we had found our new small group family. We loved the couples that attended and felt right at home. <br />
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During one of our meetings, George and Christina asked each person to share something about themselves that nobody else might know. We all went around the room and shared different things. Then it was Jack's turn.<br />
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Jack first shared that he wanted to get back into leading worship. He told the group how he'd given it up when he started getting sick, and his prayer was that someday he could get back to it.<br />
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Then, while he was talking, he said, "Now that I've got your attention...I also need a kidney. So if you know anyone that wants to donate, have them talk to me." We all laughed about it and then the next person in the group shared.<br />
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After the meeting, Christina asked him who to call at Mayo Clinic if one wanted to be tested. He gave her the information and thought nothing more of it. (Many people that we know have asked us for the information so that they could pass it on to others, so that was why we thought she asked, since she is a nurse.)<br />
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Several months went by and we never thought anything more about it. So I was quite surprised when Christina sent me a text to tell me she had started the procedure to be tested. Knowing how badly Jack handled it when his sisters were turned down, I decided not to say anything. I felt it was better to just wait. So I prayed God's will be done and left it at that.<br />
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A few weeks later I got another text from Christina. She told me she had passed all her tests and had one more to go, and that was the psychological test. She wasn't worried about it and felt pretty confident that she would be the donor. So I decided it was time to let Jack know what was going on.<br />
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A couple of weeks later we got word that she was a perfect match, but her liver enzymes were high. They wanted to run more tests. We again prayed God's will be done and not ours. It turns out that her liver was fine, but she needed to cut back on some of the nutritional supplements that she was taking. Shortly thereafter, the surgery date was set.<br />
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At small group Christina and George decided to put Jack and I in chairs and have the group pray over us. I looked at Christina and said, "I think <i>you and Jack</i> need to sit in the chairs and let us pray over you!" She agreed and they sat down while the rest of us gathered around and laid hands on them. <br />
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If I was to search the English vocabulary, I am certain I could not find the words to describe how I felt at that moment. They always say that in small group, we are family, but I never felt more like family than I did at that moment. And the thought of it gives me Godbumps just typing this!<br />
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Jack had to come to Mayo last week for final testing and thankfully he passed with flying colors. Sunday and Monday he had to go to dialysis so they could be sure and get all the toxins out of his body. <br />
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We got up at 3:00 this morning and arrived at Mayo at 5:00. They took him back to surgery around 8 this morning after <i>finally</i> getting the IV's (3 of them) in him. He has two in his neck and one in his foot. They had to be done with an ultrasound machine because he has such small, rolling veins.<br />
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And now I sit and wait. I have my daughter Connie and Christina's husband George sitting here with me. All three of us are on our laptops! (What did we do before internet???) Many, many prayers are being said on both of their behalves. It is so amazing that God has done this. The gift Christina and George have given us is incredibly awesome and there are truly no words to say that could express how utterly thankful we are to them. <br />
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More later...<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-12924168568676956772010-11-13T19:51:00.000-07:002010-11-13T19:51:31.624-07:00Busy, busy, busyI've been busy with life, so haven't been able to post on my blog. We had a huge birthday party for Lillian today at her other grandparents house. There was a lot of people there.<br />
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Grandpa Love got a bouncy house for the kids. Sandy ordered a Tres Leches cake. It was amazing, and delicious!<br />
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I used my FxCamera application on my cell phone. I love playing with the different settings and different camera types. <br />
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</tbody></table>I wanted to bring my real camera, but forgot it so I didn't get to take as many pictures as I had wanted. I am hoping my daughters and mom took some good ones as well. <br />
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It was a beautiful day for a party. the weather was perfect. Jeffrey grilled chicken, hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill. His mom made potato salad and the best chili I've ever had. I would love to get her recipe but then, that would mean I have to cook. She adds a jalapeno pepper to it but just one. Just enough to go, "oh yeah..." but not so much that you are running for your bottle of water. <br />
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There was a lot of kids there. They aged from 3 months up to 19 years old. The bouncy house was definitely a home run for the kids. They spent most of their time in there jumping and bouncing around. It was loud and the kids were laughing and screaming and just having the best time. But it was loud! I had a great time, but all good things must come to an end sometime...so we headed home. Where it is quiet. Blessedly quiet. <br />
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I've been so busy these past few days. I haven't had a chance to do my online Bible study. And it bothers me because I need to be more disciplined. I just get so busy with everything in life and don't do what's important. I am reading my Bible, but not studying it the way I want to. <br />
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I need to get back to journaling and that was why I decided to do the online study. I've never journaled in a blog, just in my journals. It's easy for me to sit with pen in hand and start writing. But I seem to struggle with it when it comes to typing it. *sigh* <br />
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I think on Monday I will find out which office I am moving to. I will go up and do some measuring and hopefully have a diagram of how I want it set up while I am gone. <br />
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It's hard to believe it is less than two weeks until Jack's surgery. I would be kidding myself if I said I wasn't worried. We've lived with this for so long that I don't even know what's normal anymore. And while I realize he will still have medical issues to deal with, he's going to feel so much better. Maybe he'll have energy and actually want to do things again. He's lived on the couch for so long, just sitting there doing nothing, that I forget what it was like when he had energy. <i>He forgets what it was like when he had energy!</i><br />
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I better go eat. I'm going to finish my left overs from last night's dinner.<br />
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This is a cheese crisp with sour cream, guacamole and green chili on it. It was so, so good. In fact, it is my new favorite dish at Don Ruben's Mexican Food Restaurant. If you live in the Phoenix area, they are located in Glendale at 43rd Avenue and Cactus. They have the best Mexican food in town. And they are always busy. The manager sits and talks with you and the servers are always nice. The prices are pretty good too.<br />
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Well, dinner awaits. Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-54234220402451900312010-11-10T16:17:00.000-07:002010-11-10T16:17:57.236-07:00Wednesday's Walk - Sandy<center><a href="http://the-goodwinfamily.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/WednesdaysWalkButtonSmWAddress.png" /></a></center><br />
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Each week I will be posting a memory about my children. When I get done with them, I'll do ones on my grandkids. I'm sure eventually I'll get around to memories about my own life, but those will require much thinking on my part. I figure I have enough kids and grandkids to keep me busy for a while though. And I also want to do an individual Wednesday's Walk <a href="http://subeesbuzz.blogspot.com/2010/10/wednesdays-walk.html">on my two older girls</a>. I combined them into one post two weeks ago because growing up, they were most always together. But I have some wonderful memories of them as individuals as well, so will do those in the future.<br />
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Today though, I want to take a walk down memory lane and tell you about my daughter, Sandy. She was, is, and always will be, my baby.<br />
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When Sandy was born, she had a head of hair that had four different colors to it. All the nurses would come to my room from the other floors just to see it. It was shades of red, blond, white and auburn. One nurse told me it looked like she had a paint brush in my tummy and just streaked it all these colors. It looked like what we would call today, a weave. It was beautiful. And to top it all off, she had a tail. It was long and curly down the back of her neck. It was almost like a pony tail. With her sandy colored hair, her button nose and dimpled chin, she was the cutest baby in the hospital. No, really. She was.<br />
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Sandy knew as a small toddler what she liked and didn't like, fashion wise. If it wasn't cute and girly, she would refuse to wear it. Understand, there was 7 years between her and Connie. All my baby girl clothes were long gone. I had tons of overalls and jeans from Adam that she could have worn because they were for boys and girls. But not her. She would scream if I tried to put "those uggy clothes" on her! Now tell me, how can you argue with a face like this?<br />
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The answer to that one is...you can't! I lost that war a long, long time ago. <br />
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Sandy's crowing glory when she was growing up was her hair. It was long and curly. I remember when she was around three years old, some lady at the grocery store asked me if her hair was permed. Um...hello? She's three years old! Of course I didn't have it permed! <br />
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It was curly and it was also thick. Trying to get a comb through it was a nightmare. But I didn't want to cut it, so every day we would go through the painstaking task of brushing it out. It was worth it though, because it was beautiful and it made her feel pretty and girly, which is what she wanted.<br />
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As Sandy got older, her hair got thicker. The one good thing about that was it was not as curly. But it was still hard to brush out. So I tried to keep her hair braided or in a pony tail as much as possible. I am sure she still remembers the night time when I would have to brush it out and braid it. She'd cry and cry, but she still wouldn't let me cut it.<br />
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It was around this time when Sandy's two older sisters got pregnant. At.the.same.time. Oh, and let's not forget, they were still teenagers living at home. And also at this time, I was newly married to Jack and had full custody of little Jack. So my household numbers went from just the five of us to nine of us. And also at this time, I went from being a SAHM to working full time. (Good time, good times!) <br />
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Poor Sandy kind of got lost in the shuffle. I sometimes wish I could get those years back for her. She was so good about it though. She was a happy kid in school, got good grades, and kept her room spotless. (Wait...what? What happened to that Sandy?) <br />
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We used to go camping a lot when the kids were growing up. Oh, I loved camping. I mean, I really, really loved camping. I mean, in a tent, out in the woods type camping. One year we went camping almost the whole summer. We took the kids to Carlsbad, CA for a week and camped by the ocean. Then we packed up and headed up to Santa Cruz for a week and camped in the woods. We came home and headed to Roosevelt Lake for another four days of camping. The kids finally begged to go home to their own beds and a real shower. I on the other hand, could have gone another few days. (Did I tell you that I really love camping?) My poor kids hadn't had a decent shower since we left Carlsbad. But hey, we had a great time.<br />
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When we were in Santa Cruz we were by the beach and Sandy was going to take the left over hamburger and hot dog buns to the trash. She asked if she could feed them to a few of the seagulls that were flying around. I told her to go ahead. <br />
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Well soon, those "couple seagulls" soon became around forty or fifty seagulls. I have a picture somewhere but can't find it of her standing in the middle of the drive with all these seagulls on the ground around her. She was in her glory! (I wish I could find that picture...)<br />
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My battle with Sandy's hair began to get ugly. She didn't want me brushing it, but she wouldn't brush it either. Soon she got a big knot in the back of her hair (I mean a HUGE knot!) I finally convinced her to let me take her to get it cut. Well, the gal who cut it took way to much off. My little girl was broken hearted. <br />
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</tbody></table>I know she didn't look so sad here, but that's because it was her birthday. She loved birthdays and getting gifts. But trust me, she hated that hair cut.<br />
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I know you can't tell it from these pictures, but trust me. She cried and cried. For a long time she walked around with her hands on her head. And it took years to grow back. She made up her mind that she would never get it cut like that again.<br />
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Finally, after several years, Sandy's long hair came back. It was long and thick and she still got knots in it, but at least now, it was her problem, not mine. But let me tell you, I broke a few vacuum belts and beater bars because of all that hair!<br />
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I have to share this picture of Sandy also, because I did do several on Adam. She had me braid her hair one day. This is what it looked like...<br />
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Sandy grew up and soon got her first job. She got a job at a pizza parlor. She was so thrilled to finally be earning a pay check. All I could think about was, my baby is growing up too fast. She loved her job though, and they loved her. Of course they would! She came in on her days off and worked overtime whenever they asked her, which was all the time! Like I said, she loved her paycheck!<br />
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About this time, Jack's eldest daughter's husband walked out on her and her three year old. Having no place to go, and pretty much homeless, she got on a bus and came to Arizona. So now Sandy had to share her room with two other people. Those were not the best of times...let me tell you. About this time Sandy went from keeping a spotless room to a messy room. Well, with two adults and a three year old, it was kind of hard to keep it clean.<br />
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Sandy moved out when she became an adult and got her own place. She came back at one point because she needed to save money. She moved out again when she got married. Sadly, that marriage was a huge mistake and didn't last six months. Actually, not too sad because he turned out to be a real jerk and a huge liar! At the time, she had a huge settlement from a hit and run accident (they had to use the jaws of life to get her out, and she was in the hospital for a few days), and he managed to run through it all before she had a chance to stop him. It was a shame. But she is so much better off without him.<br />
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Then she met Jeffrey. We thought he was going to be just a phase.<br />
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Don't let the mean looks fool you. He's not so tough. I think I scare him way more than he scared me! <br />
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Well Jeffrey turned out to not be a phase. This picture was taken almost seven years ago and they are still together. Today they are the parents of four of my grandchildren. Lilly will be six in a few days, Desi is almost five, JJ is one and a half, and Aubrianna is two months. They make beautiful babies!<br />
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Sandy and I are very close. She calls me every day to check in and see how we are doing. I am proud of the fine woman she has become. It is hard for me to believe she has four kids! I mean, she still is my baby and all. She tells me she is finished, and I hope she's right! Jeffrey is a great daddy and loves his babies. I would not want to be the guy that asks one of those girls out though...He is a very protective papa bear! <br />
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Next week I will probably do my son Jack. I don't have memories of him before he was seven, but I do have his baby pictures so I will post some. He was a cute, cute little boy. And now he is such a handsome man. I can't wait to share my memories of him. So till tomorrow,<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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I don't know when the actual move will be, but I am pretty sure I won't be here to supervise it. With Jack's surgery on the 23, I don't know when I'll be back. Plus, with him at the top of the waiting list for the dual transplant it also means it could happen any day. I definitely don't want anyone else having to pack me up so I am trying to get as much done as possible. Besides, a lot of what I have is breakable, and even though our Pages are a great group of kids, they are young and are moving a whole lot of offices at the same time. <br />
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On top of all this, I am not sure where my new office will be. All that is still being decided by leadership. I would like to know where it will be before I move, just so I can start planning how I'd like to set it up. But, I'm very flexible and can work with anything, so if I don't know till I come back, I can deal with it.<br />
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I've been finding things I forgot I had and that's been fun. But I need to decide what I want to take and what I want to get rid of. I've been spoiled by this huge office and I am sure I've added stuff to it over the past couple of years. I may not know where my new office will be, but I do know it will be much smaller than this one. (Oh the benefits of being in a leadership office!) I figure if I find something that I haven't seen in a few years <em>and haven't missed, </em>then I really don't need to keep it. <br />
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I do try not to stress over the simple stuff, and maybe I'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should, but I worry that some of my important stuff will get lost (or break), and I won't know about it until it's too late. I also worry that I will get the <strike>castoffs</strike> left-overs after everybody else has <strike>grabbed</strike> selected what they want. <br />
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So if you are reading my blog (all 11 of you), and you think of me, please say a prayer for me. My plate is already full and I really don't need to worry about this. But I do worry. A lot. A whole lot. Way more than I should. (I am talking to a Paige about this very thing as I type this. She totally understands, but she's 19, 20?) Oh Lord, I really need to stop stressing!<br />
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OK, OK. This is not what God would have me be doing. But I had to get it out there so I could get prayer and even if no one else reads this, God does! So He knows my concerns too. (Like he didn't before I typed this? Seriously? Seriously?) I know, I know. You don't have to say a word. Seriously!<br />
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Tomorrow is Wednesday Walk and my goal is to do a post on my daughter Sandy. I still have pictures to get scanned into my computer, so hopefully I'll get that done tonight. Fingers crossed on that! So , until tomorrow...<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-46214412089562922272010-11-08T17:55:00.000-07:002010-11-08T17:55:02.459-07:00Blogging from my phoneI am frustrated trying to get this to work from my cell phone. I have made a few attempts that didn't work but I think this time it is working. <br />
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I want to be able to blog about Jack's transplant surgery when he goes in but not sure I'll be able to have my computer there. So I will blog from my phone if I need to...but wanted to get a few practice blogs in first. Who knows, I might find that I really like it!<br />
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Jack has been sick all weekend with a cold. He has to be 100% healthy when we go in on the 18th for his pre-op appointment. So we are praying he gets better quickly and that it passes me by completely. After two years of waiting for this day, we don't want anything to mess it up. The only reason we wouldn't want the surgery on November 23 is because we had a kidney/pancreas donor come first. We are praying God's will, not ours, be done.<br />
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Can I just say writing a blog on the cell phone on the bus can be a bit of a challenge? I am determined, however, to get it done. Not because I have something of major importance to say, but just because I want to see if I can do it.<br />
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Have you ever found yourself trying to say something but you can't remember the word? You wrack your brain trying to think of what it is and it's just not there. So you substitute it with a similar word that's sort of what you want but not quite. Then you go about your business and the word jumps in your head. I like to say, "I'm not getting old...I just have a lot more files in the ol' filing cabinet then you younger folks!"<br />
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When I was typing that part about doing a blog on the bus being a challenge, I couldn't remember the word "challenge" so I typed the word "struggle. " It's close but wasn't the word I wanted. But then as I was typing a few more words, it just popped into my head. Do you know how hard it is to scroll back when you are on a bouncy bus and you ALREADY don't know what you're doing? Well if your smart you probably know not to blog on your phone while riding a bouncy bus! (If this post works and there are no errors in it, I'll be amazed. <br />
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Well since it has taken me more than half an hour to type this, (no, I'm not a slow typist but I keep having to correct the, "bumpy" mistakes), I will go ahead and try to post. I don't know if it will work but here goes nothing...Subee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-20240150646310969042010-11-06T21:10:00.000-07:002010-11-06T21:10:16.725-07:00MigraineToday's blog (or lack there of), is brought to you by the migraine headache.<br />
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That is all. Have a good day!Subee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-25585560055180966712010-11-04T19:58:00.001-07:002010-11-08T09:03:38.790-07:00Thankful Thursday<center><a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459" target="_"blank""><img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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Happy Thursday! I have many things to be thankful for. <br />
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As I look around my house I am thankful for a husband who loves me enough to cook dinner for me. He may not be a great cook, but he gives it his all and for that I am thankful!<br />
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I am thankful for my animals who love me and think I walk on water. I really don't, but if I could be half the person my dog thinks I am, then I have done a good job.<br />
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I am thankful that I have a job that pays me enough to pay my electric bill. Therefore I can live in a home that keeps me warm while watching TV or blogging on my computer.<br />
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I am thankful that God created chocolate! I can't help but hope that when I get to Heaven, there will be chocolate at the banqueting table. (I am speaking to my mom as I write this and she just told me her lung doctor told her to eat chocolate every day! He said it is "good" fat! I <i>love</i> that doctor!)<br />
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I am thankful for life saving medication that keep my husband alive for another day. While we continue to pray for healing, we are grateful for men and women who have dedicated their lives to creating medication that saves lives. I am also thankful that these wise people have created medical aids such as insulin pumps and cochlear implants.<br />
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I am thankful that I can have the very Word of God sitting next to me on my chair. I know in some countries Christians could be arrested for having a Bible in their home.<br />
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I am thankful for the lovely flowers that are still in bloom outside my door. These flowers have been blooming since early spring and they continue to grow bigger and bigger. I know they won't survive the winter, but I am thankful for each day they are still in bloom. <br />
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I am also thankful for my small group and the love they have shown me and my husband. They are so much more than a small group. They are family and they lift us up in prayer and love us unconditionally.<br />
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I am thankful for my family. God has blessed me with wonderful children who make my heart glad. They have all grown up into awesome adults and parents. My quiver is indeed full!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Front to back L-R: Adam, Jack, Sandy Michelle, Kerry, Connie, Angie, Jack, Me</td></tr>
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There are so many things I am thankful for, but I will save them for another time. God is indeed good and I praise Him for every thing He has done for me and my family.<br />
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Now, before I end this, I want to tell you about my bloggy friend Lynette. She is having a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 15px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">drawing to</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> w</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">in a $100 Gift Certificate for CSN Stores! Just visit Lynnette at Dancing Barefoot on Weathered Ground! Visit: <a href="http://www.lynnettekraft.com/">http://www.lynnettekraft.com/</a></span></span><br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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Sue <br />
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Last week I shared about my daughters Kerry and Connie. They were my first and second born children. I want to do a walk down on each of my children that I gave birth to, but I also want to do my memories of my three that I inherited when I married their dad. So rather than do this by their ages, I am going to do my four and then my husband's three. <br />
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So today, meet my son Adam.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Around 3 months</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Total cuteness!</td></tr>
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Adam was always a happy baby. He hated loud noises and any type of yelling. When he would get fussy, all I would have to do is take him into the bedroom, shut the door and just hold him close and sing to him. He would stop crying and just snuggle right into my arms. <br />
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When Adam was old enough to talk, he made it very clear that he didn't like any type of arguing or fighting. If I was yelling at one of the girls, or having a disagreement with my husband, Adam would tell us, "You're hurting my heart! Please stop." Now in my defense, I have to say that we weren't always arguing. If we were just having a lively conversation, he didn't like our voices to be raised. He always wanted us to talk in a soft spoken tone of voice. He was such a cute kid, who could argue with him!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love the look on his face!</td></tr>
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I know, I know...he was so stinkin' cute! This was a kid who used to come up to me and say "Mommy, I need a huggle!" It was his own made up word and it meant he needed a hug and wanted to cuddle at the same time. Adam was the kind of kid who didn't get into a lot of trouble when he was little. If he was doing something wrong, all you needed to do was get down to his level, make him look at your face, and explain to him what he was doing wrong and why he needed to stop. He was pretty good about listening and obeying. <br />
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When he was five years old, he was running in the house and tripped over his sister's baby stroller. He hit his nose on the corner of the coffee table and it began to bleed profusely. It was literally gushing out blood. We called 911 and the paramedics came. They told us to take him to the ER and he would have to get stitches. At the time, the doctor thought he might need plastic surgery, but we prayed and God healed his nose just fine. <br />
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As you can see, he still had the cute little nose! He also hit his mouth on the back of the seat in our station wagon because he kept going back and forth from the seat to the back. That is not a missing tooth in the picture, but a dead tooth. When he hit his mouth, he killed the root. Because it was a baby tooth the dentist chose to let it fall out on it's own.<br />
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So Adam grew up into a handsome young man. All the girls loved him. He was more interested in sports though. He loved baseball and basket ball. We had him on city leagues and he did pretty good.<br />
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In his Freshman year of high school, he got into football. I can honestly say that I was always happy when the coach kept Adam on the bench. (Sorry son, but it's true!) I was always a wreck that he'd get hurt because he wasn't as big as the other guys. Thankfully, he finished the season with all his body parts in tact!<br />
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After the football season was over, he got on the soccer team. I thought, "Great! This is so much safer! What could possibly go wrong?" <br />
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Well, nothing, if you don't count the time he hyper extended his leg, thus blowing out his knee and damaging his anterior cruciate ligament (ACL) and the medial collateral ligament (MCL). His coach didnt' believe he was hurt and made him walk off the field! The poor kid ended up having to have surgery to rebuild his knee cap and he was bedridden for weeks with his leg hooked up to some sort of contraption that made it move up and down. To say my son was miserable is a total understatement! But the kid still managed to keep his smile!<br />
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He missed a lot of school and it put him behind his class. But we moved him to an accelerated school and he was able to catch up. Both he and his brother graduated together. I was so proud of them. <br />
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My son has never been one to care how others think he should look. He has always followed after his own drum. He had some crazy hair days too!<br />
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We had fun this day when we did his hair like this. We used the Knox Gelatin to do his hair and it took two of us to do it. He had special permission to go to school like this, but when we tried to get him in the van, his hair was too tall! He ended up riding to school while laying down in the van! (Good times!)<br />
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Adam taught me that we should never judge a book by the cover, but by what is inside. Because of him I have been able to walk up to strangers and have a conversation with them without fear. I realize now that most of these people are not thugs or gangsters, but just people who have their own idea of how they want to look or dress. I have found out that they are pretty cool people! They have the same wants and needs that regular folks have. They are equally loved by God and when willing, can be used to reach a whole generation of lost souls. <br />
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The pictures below are of my son today. While I can honestly say I miss his untattooed, piercless person, I love him just as he is, and I am just as proud of him today as I was the day he was born.<br />
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Um, that last picture...don't ask! I'm not sure I could give you an answer anyway!<br />
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Bottom line is, my son has been my joy his entire life! He makes me laugh in ways nobody else can. He has a heart of gold, and when he is ready, God is going to use him to radically change the world.<br />
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I love you, my son, and I miss you! Don't stay away too long. Your momma needs you!<br />
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Well, that's my memory for today! Hope you enjoyed.<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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Sue<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-55070571943898034342010-11-02T21:53:00.001-07:002010-11-03T09:35:49.409-07:00Galatians 2<center><a href="http://getjoy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="The Goodwin Family" border="0" src="http://i649.photobucket.com/albums/uu215/jenilee220/GEPCsm.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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Paul states that his trip to Jerusalem was not because the elders called for him, but because God told him to go. Paul wanted to make sure that what he was teaching was in agreement with the leaders of the church because he didn't want to be running his race in vain.<br />
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He also brings Titus along with him, who is uncircumcised. One of the issues Paul had been dealing with was a group of "false brothers" who said Gentiles who converted to Christianity had to be circumcised. Most likely, the false leaders where Pharisees. So it wasn't really surprising that they wanted Titus to be circumcised. I'm sure they wanted to do anything they could to throw a monkey wrench in Christianity. <br />
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If we are saved by grace, then circumcision is not necessary. Paul does not want to put that added burden on new converts. He also wants to make it know that God's salvation is for everyone, not just the Jews.<br />
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The leaders of the church agree with Paul and the only stipulation that was stated was in verse 10 where he is told to keep on helping the poor, which he was eager to do. <br />
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I feel strongly that if Christians today would be as willing to help the poor as Christians were in Paul's day, our welfare system would not be in the shape it is in. Sadly, many Christians today don't even tithe, much less help the poor. <br />
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Another part of this chapter is when Paul talks about Peter. Peter knew Jesus personally. He was one of the original 12. Peter is probably one of my favorite people in the Bible. Peter is the one who walked on water. He also cut off the soldiers ear when they came to get Christ. He went on to deny Him three times. He was also the one Christ commissioned to "feed my sheep." He blew it several times, yet he went on to write Peter 1 and 2 and become a strong leader in the church. That in itself gives me great hope. It tells me that even if I make mistakes, God can still use me.<br />
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Anyway, when he was with Paul, he was hanging out with the Gentiles, eating with them, being friendly with them, etc. But then when some of the leaders of the church came to town, Peter stopped eating with them. Paul boldly confronts Peter to his face on this issue. Paul was willing to rebuke Peter for the sake of the Gospel. He wasn't worried about what Peter or the leaders would think of him. He knew he answered to God only. <br />
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Paul makes it clear that they are not saved because they are Jewish and obey the law. But rather they are saved by faith through Christ Jesus. He states that the law condemned him. He died to the law so that he might live for Christ. A great verse is verse 20 where he says "It is not I who live, but Christ who lives in me." <br />
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I love that verse. I want to have that same attitude. <br />
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I came away from this chapter with a better attitude about my walk with the Lord. I realize I do not need to look for man's approval, but for God's approval. I'm going to make mistakes, no doubt about that. But I know if I confess my sin, He is faithful to forgive them. <br />
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I did have a hard time writing on this chapter. I had a dozen things going on around me at once and have had to put this on hold and come back to it several times. I think I have conveyed pretty much what I wanted to say. It was difficult with a two month old colicky baby girl who just wanted to be held. Tomorrow should be better. I am also going to try to separate this blog from my regular blog so I'm not posting so much on the main one. <br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-24975003930137302912010-11-02T10:51:00.000-07:002010-11-02T10:51:16.728-07:00Vote!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7BTGamVyc_GYgvJd4AJKfCpc30LY-mUuAkR8Lxa9jx81NzCLyskLFjI6XVGrztWme69qbjy2CMpFku_VfeFVTCmfwoM0VAPpH28HVDlaA-zzZb04uZy3Hzyw75v5sryQuGNkWl9kkA/s1600/150215_1714938477437_1357460285_31858689_7385019_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho7BTGamVyc_GYgvJd4AJKfCpc30LY-mUuAkR8Lxa9jx81NzCLyskLFjI6XVGrztWme69qbjy2CMpFku_VfeFVTCmfwoM0VAPpH28HVDlaA-zzZb04uZy3Hzyw75v5sryQuGNkWl9kkA/s320/150215_1714938477437_1357460285_31858689_7385019_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Make sure you get out there and vote today. It is one of our fundemental rights! If we don't use it, we lose the opportunity to make our voices heard. So vote! I did! Did you?<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-54103730396652198992010-11-01T16:07:00.001-07:002010-11-01T16:08:09.431-07:00Amazing GraceThis morning when I was getting ready for work, the song "Amazing Grace" was on my mind. I've known this song since I was a young girl. I always love singing it and if I am really paying attention to the verses, it can bring a tear or two to my eye. Sometimes I will sing the original version of the song, other times I'll sing <br />
Todd Agnew's "Grace Like Rain" version. There is another version on KLOVE but being deaf with cochlear implants, I'm not sure how the tune goes so I don't really sing that one (unless I sing along to the radio). Truthfully, it's probably a good thing no one but God hears me sing...because I'm sure I'm off key no matter what version I sing!<br />
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This morning the one verse that hit me right between the eyes was the third verse. "<em>When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise, than when we first begun." </em><br />
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This got me to thinking about when you first fall in love. Think back to when that special someone first came into your life and you began to realize this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Remember the butterflies in your tummy? Remember how your heart leaped into your throat at the sound of their voice? You would talk on the phone late at night and fall asleep listening to each other breathing because neither one of you wanted to hang up. You found yourself finding all sorts of reasons to call each other and you went out of your way to spend time together. Eventually you reached a point where you were sure that you couldn't go another day without that person. And that's when you began to think about marriage and spending the rest of your life with them.<br />
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You always made sure your hair was fixed a certain way, and if you are a woman, you probably had your make-up done and wore something that you knew he'd like. You most likely wore perfume or cologne so you would have a pleasing aroma.<br />
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You had a lot more patience with him/her than you did with other people. You found yourself giving in to that person's wishes more than your own. You took great joy in seeing them happy. You became "otherly" with that person, putting them and their needs before your own.<br />
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It's a wonderful thing, falling in love. In fact, it's so wonderful that musicians make a fortune writing songs about it. Film makers make millions creating movies about it. Authors have best sellers writing about it. And little girls dream about it when they are, well, little! <br />
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Fast forward now to being married for 5, 10, 20 years or more. The butterfly feelings are probably gone. Your heart doesn't jump into your throat any more when they walk into the room. And who has time to talk on the phone? The kids are hungry, diapers need changing, and forget about perfume! If you still have babies, spit-up has become the newest fragrance you wear! <br />
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Patience went out the window with sleeping through the night! And if you are past the baby stage, you are either in the toddler stage, the tween stage, the teen (I know everything stage), or your babies are leaving home and you are starting the empty nest stage. Perhaps you are beyond all of that and now are grandparents and get to experience all those stages from the distance. What ever stage of life you are in, it probably isn't one filled with all those emotions you first felt when you fell in love.<br />
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And your spouse no longer looks like they did when you first fell in love. Smooth skin has been replaced by wrinkles. Politeness at the dinner table has been replaced by burps and talking with your mouth full. Bodily noises now escape your spouse while watching TV and if you are lucky, they will say "excuse me." (Of course, this one is referring to the husbands only...we wives would NEVER do that! Right?)<br />
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Dressing up now means putting on a clean pair of sweats and t-shirt. Doing your hair means running a brush through it and putting it up in a pony tail. Yep, that gray haired balding man looks nothing like the guy you married. (And maybe he is a lot bigger than he was all those years ago too!) <br />
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So what does all that have to do with verse three of Amazing Grace? Well I'm glad you asked that!<br />
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There will never be a time when praising God will get old. We will always, for eternity, feel those feelings like we did when we first fell in love. Every time we go before God's throne, we will get excited! We will have our heart doing flip flops. Going before his presence will be like the first time, every time! For eternity! It's like falling in love was God's way of preparing our hearts for what it will be like when we spend eternity with Him! For eternity! For ever and ever! That, my friends, <strong>is amazing grace!</strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>"Grace Like Rain" </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong> by Todd Agnew</strong></div><strong></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Amazing grace, how sweet the sound</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>That saved a wretch like me</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>I once was lost but now I'm found</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Was blind but now I see so clearly</strong></div><strong></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Chorus:</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away, washed away</strong></div><strong></strong><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>And grace my fears relieved</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>How precious did that grace appear</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>The hour I first believed</strong></div><strong></strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>When we've been there ten thousand years</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Bright shining as the sun</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>We've no less days to sing Your praise</strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Than when we first begun</strong></div><br />
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Join me in doing an online Bible Study. Just click on the link above and it will take you to Jenilee's webpage.<br />
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We are starting with Galatians. Today was chapter one. <br />
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I love how Paul makes it very clear that he was called to be an Apostle by Jesus, himself. He makes it very clear that it was not by human authority. He then goes on in chapter 6 by stating that he was shocked at how quickly the Galatians turned away from the gospel he taught them and began listening to others who were teaching a different way. Paul does not step lightly when he disciplines the Galatians. He says it at he sees it. (I love the way Paul teaches!) He doesn't care if he offends some people because it is Christ he answers to, not people. <br />
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In verse 11, Paul makes it clear that Jesus Christ himself gave Paul the Good News of salvation. Even though Christ has been crucified and ascended to Heaven by the time Paul was saved, Paul still had an encounter with Him personally. <br />
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I think one of the things that really sticks with me is verse 16 and 17. He says..., "When all this happened to me, I did not rush out to consult with anyone else; nor did I go up to Jerusalem to consult with those who were apostles before I was." Paul knew that he knew that he knew that he had been called to be an apostle by Christ. He didn't have to go get confirmation from others. He had that kind of faith. Oh that I would have faith like that!<br />
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So, there we have it. Chapter one. If anyone out in blog land reads my blog, I do hope you connect with <a href="http://myawakejourney.blogspot.com/">Jennilee at My Awake Journey</a> and <a href="http://getjoy.blogspot.com/">Christina at Get Joy</a> to follow along. <br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-30744290564911748782010-10-28T15:38:00.000-07:002010-10-28T15:38:29.996-07:00Thankful Thursday<center><a href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459" target="_"blank""><img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
I want to first say I am so glad I found Linda at <a href="http://truthfultidbits.blogspot.com/">Truthful Tidbits</a>. She is a grandma, like me. And she has had to watch her daughter go through one of the most difficult things a mom can go through, and sadly, more than once! Finding Linda let me finding Iris at <a href="http://www.eph2810.com/">Grace Alone</a> where Thankful Thursday is hosted. I encourage you to stop by and visit them.<br />
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I have so much to be thankful for and yet I find myself complaining more than thanking...such is the flesh of man! Surely the devil would rather keep us bound up in negative, depressing thoughts rather than thoughts of praise. And it is so easy to get caught up in the vicious cycle of negative complaining, feeling sorry for oneself, blaming, etc. The devil doesn't even have to do a whole lot of work to get us there. We simply walk right into that pit with eyes wide open.<br />
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So, I want to thank Iris for Thankful Thursday. It causes me to stop and pause and actually think about things I am thankful for. So, without further adieu...<br />
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I am thankful for the doctors at Mayo Clinic. Because of their hard work, dedication, and willingness to learn about medicine, they are able to take a healthy kidney out of one person, and place it into the body of another person who has a sick kidney.<br />
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I am thankful for Christina, the wife of our small group leader (she co-leads with her husband), because she heard my husband's plea even though he wasn't asking.<br />
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I am thankful that God gave Christina blood that matched my husband's blood and kidneys that are healthy.<br />
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I am thankful that my work has told me that I can take the time off to help my husband heal and to "not worry about what goes on down here."<br />
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I am thankful that I have a family that will rally around my husband and myself and lift us up in prayer as we face this new place in our life.<br />
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And I am also thankful that November 23 is not too far away. We may miss Thanksgiving day, but we sure will have a lot to be thankful for.<br />
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<strong>I Chronicles 16:8-12 (NIV)</strong><br />
<strong>Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; </strong><br />
<strong>make known among the nations what he has done. </strong><br />
<strong>Sing to him, sing praise to him; </strong><br />
<strong>tell of all his wonderful acts. </strong><br />
<strong>Glory in his holy name; </strong><br />
<strong>let the hearts of those who seek the LORD rejoice. </strong><br />
<strong>Look to the LORD and his strength; </strong><br />
<strong>seek his face always. </strong><br />
<strong>Remember the wonders he has done, </strong><br />
<strong>his miracles, and the judgments he pronounced</strong><br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-87093987587167084592010-10-27T08:08:00.001-07:002010-11-09T22:33:36.849-07:00Wednesday's Walk<center><a href="http://the-goodwinfamily.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq207/abgk007/WednesdaysWalkButtonSmWAddress.png" /></a></center><br />
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I found a new blogger, Jenilee, at <a href="http://the-goodwinfamily.blogspot.com/">The Goodwin Family Blog</a>. She hosts the "Wednesday's Walk" at her blog and I have decided to try it. If you haven't checked out the Goodwin Family, I would encourage you to visit her. She and her husband are children's pastors in Ohio and she also homeschools her girls. <br />
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Anyway, as I understand it, I am to post a memory of some sort and then let Jenilee know about it. So without further adieu, here is my walk down memory lane.<br />
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I am a mom to seven children. Four I gave birth to four, and three I was blessed to inherit when I married their dad.<br />
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Today I will share about my first two girls, Kerry and Connie:<br />
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Oh my gosh, are they cute, or what!!! I was just a young mom when I had them. I really didn't understand the importance of cherishing each moment with them and they grew up way to fast!<br />
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Kerry and Connie were the best behaved children one could ask for. I could take them anywhere and never worry about having to remove them from where ever we were because of whining or temper tantrums. In fact, I used to say I could take them to visit the President of the United States and know that they would behave. I used to dress them alike when they were little and people would always ask me if they were twins. (They are 19 months apart.)<br />
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One of my regrets today is that I wish I understood then, how fast time flies, and how important it is to spend quality time with them. When I read blogs by SAHM who homeschool their children and do all those crafts and field trips, I feel a bit of a sadness in my heart. If I'd only knew then what I know now.<br />
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However, dwelling on what can't be is not healthy, nor will it change anything. So I need to look at now and be willing to be used in whatever way the Lord will use me to minister to my children, pray for them, love them and guide them in the best way I can.<br />
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I pray that my children know that I love them very, very much. I am so thankful that God chose me to be their mom. <br />
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I have so much I want to share. I want to talk about my son Adam, my daughter Sandy, and my three that I inherited when I married Jack. But I don't have any pictures of them on this computer so I will need to do some hunting on my old laptop and see what I find. That will be another Wednesday Walk post.<br />
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Meanwhile, here a few pictures of them over the years...<br />
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Back row, Connie, Kerry, Brent<br />
Front row, Jack, Adam, Michelle and Sandy<br />
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This is my four kids. My goal is to post more on some of the other kids next Wednesday. <br />
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My children are my joy. I love them so much and when they are with me, all is right with the world. It is so amazing how bad things don't seem so pressing when my kids are around. I guess you could say, I love them to the moon and back! I am blessed beyond blessed. <br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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Meanwhile we will continue to wait for the kidney/pancreas transplant. If it comes first, he will take that option. <br />
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I will continue to post on the transplant issues as they come along.Subee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-82203471038813260022010-10-26T13:30:00.002-07:002010-10-26T13:51:15.746-07:00Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze Fun!On Sunday, I had the delightful opportunity to go with my youngest daughter to a pumpkin patch and corn maze. She was taking three of her children and a niece with her and invited me along. Having always wanted to visit a corn maze, I didn't hesitate to join her. We had dollar off coupons so the cost was only $6 a person. <br />
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At the time, I thought the cost also included a pumpkin, so I thought it was a pretty good deal! Therefore, I was quite surprised when we arrived to find out that pumpkins were extra. But considering the farm also had a petting zoo, train (which turned out to cost $2 a person), and bouncy house, we figured it would be worth the cost.<br />
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When we first entered, we saw a slide and the kids immediately ran to it and started going down it. I reminded them that they can go down a slide anytime and there was a lot for them to see and do. I told Desi that there were horses to pet and pointed to the fence. Desi loves animals so she didn't need any encouragement, and she ran right over to the horses. Lilly was a little hesitant at first, but once she saw Desi pet the horse, she tried it herself.<br />
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My grandson fell asleep before we got there and slept through the whole visit. <br />
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It was getting hot and <strike>the girls</strike> Nana was getting tired. One last stop to see the piggies and then we were done. <br />
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It is entirely possible that the maze we went through was the kiddy maze. There was a bigger maze behind the bouncy house, but my daughter's niece turned out to be allergic to farm animals. Her eyes were all red and swollen and her face was red and blotchy. We were going to buy some pumpkins but decided that we needed to get her out of there ASAP! Sandy would bring her girls back to buy pumpkins on another day. (Thankfully, once they got home, a dose of Benyadryl cleared her up.)<br />
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I don't know if it was worth the $6, but we sure had fun!<br />
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Tomorrow, I am going to try to post a post for <a href="http://the-goodwinfamily.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesdays-walk-details.html">Wednesdays Walk</a>. I have no clue what it will be about, so stay tuned!<br />
Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-53988166856274315922010-10-22T10:45:00.000-07:002010-10-22T10:45:32.751-07:00Crazy, Crazy LoveI am a dog person. I love dogs and I can't imagine my life without them. I love cats too, but too many in my family are allergic to them, including myself, so I love cats from a distance.<br />
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When we first moved into our house almost 17 years ago, the kids and I wanted a dog. We begged my husband until he finally relented. Seconds after he said "OK", the kids and I were in the car and headed to the humane society. (I kid you not, it was literally seconds!)<br />
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We got there and walked around looking at all the dogs. We all wanted one so bad, but they were either too big, not good with children, or just didn't respond to us when we approached their cage. We walked around looking at each dog several times but it just wasn't working. <br />
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I finally told the kids we needed to go and could come back next weekend. My youngest begged me to let them walk around one more time. Even though I felt it was useless, I agreed. I knew they wanted a dog as badly as I did, if not more so.<br />
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Suddenly, my daughter called to me and asked me to come to the cage she was standing by. So me and the boys rushed over to see what she was so excited about. <br />
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There, we saw the cutest little black dog who was wagging it's tale and licking her hand. The woman who works at the humane society was standing with her.<br />
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"Do you want to look at this dog," she asked? "He just arrived a little while ago and we just now put him in his cage." We quickly said yes, (There was another woman showing an interest in him so we wanted to grab him first.)<br />
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She took us out to a caged play area with him and he immediately started playing with the kids, running back and forth from one to the other. Then he jumped up on the stool where I was sitting and planted a big ol' kiss right on my cheek. <br />
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I was in love. I had to have that dog. The kids had to have that dog. <br />
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We told the woman that we wanted him. She had me fill out all the paperwork and pay the fee for him. He was approximately seven months old and the family that had him were being transferred to New York and couldn't take him. He'd been at the humane society just 30 minutes before we saw him. His name was Buddy.<br />
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Of the years the kids grew up and started leaving home to start their own lives. Buddy began missing the kids and started to get lonely. So Jack had the great idea of getting Buddy a playmate. I was not sure I wanted another dog until we met the cutest little puppy.<br />
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</tbody></table>Jack took one look at this face and said we had to have her. Of course I had to agree. Buddy needed a playmate so we bought the puppy and brought her home. I wanted to give her a cute name like Cuddles, but I was outvoted by Jack and Adam. They said she looked like a Bandit because of the mask on her face. I thought Bandit sounded too much like a boy's name but they didn't care. So, Bandit became her name. (Needless to say, every time we take her to the groomer, he puts a boy bandanna on her...even though we tell him she is a female!)<br />
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Bailey was a victim of all the foreclosures in the valley. She was found half starved and dirty out in the desert. She was rescued by one of the rescue shelters and fostered out to another family. They bathed her and fed her and got her back to being healthy before putting her up for adoption. I saw her picture and fell instantly in love with her.<br />
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We were so excited to bring her home. We thought for sure Bandit's lonely days were over. Bailey loved Bandit instantly. She understood that Bandit was the big sister and treated her as the alpha dog. <br />
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Bandit, on the other hand, had always submitted to Buddy as the alpha dog, and had no desire to be top dog. As hard as we tried, she just wouldn't be boss. This has caused some stress for Bailey, because she really has no desire to be top dog either. So they both decided mama (me), would be top dog. <br />
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Bailey and Bandit do play together at times, but on most days you will find them like this...<br />
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Sometimes I wonder, had we gotten another male dog, would Bandit have been happier.<br />
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Recently, we had new neighbors move in next door. They have a dog. A <b>BIG </b>dog. It barks all the time and it has a big bark, so that's how we know it's a big dog. (Plus one day Jack decided to look over the fence to see how big it is. He took a chair, peaked over, and this giant horse..<em>okay, this huge Great Dane</em>, jumped up and put his paws on my <b>six foot fence</b> and scared the crap out of my husband!)<br />
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We think it is a male, because Bandit sits at the fence and stares at the wall all.day.long.<br />
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Every day, no matter what they weather, she will be at that wall.<br />
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I mean literally, every single day, she is at this wall from sun up, to sun down.<br />
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Talk about crazy, crazy love! I've thought about having the neighbors bring their dog out front (on a leash of course), and I'd bring Bandit out to meet him. The only reason I haven't done it yet, is because I'm afraid the neighbor dog might think she's dog food, and eat her!<br />
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You don't see crazy, crazy love like this very often. That is, unless you open a Bible and read about our God who is so in love with us, that He decided to come down in the form of man and give His life for us so that we can live with Him forever. This Man chose to be called crazy, despised by many, called more names than we can imagine, be spit upon, beaten, and murdered by being hung on a cross, all because he is in love with us. Talk about crazy, crazy love! Awesome! <br />
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<strong>John 15:9-17 (NIV)</strong><br />
<strong>As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master's business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you. You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit—fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. This is my command: Love each other.</strong><br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-55259520788744161792010-10-21T15:38:00.001-07:002010-10-21T15:40:26.648-07:00Thankful Thursday<center><a target=_"blank" href="http://www.eph2810.com/?page_id=459" ><img border="0" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/eph2810/TTButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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</center>Today I am going to try something new. I am going to try blogging to Thankful Thursday. Each Thursday you blog something(s) you are thankful for.<br />
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<b>1.</b> I am thankful that I still have my mom and dad here. While they are now getting much older and their bodies have become aged, I am still so glad they are here. I am also thankful that in this day and age of divorce, my parents are still married.<br />
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<b>2.</b> I am thankful that my husband, with everything he is going through health wise, still wakes me up each morning with a cup of coffee and makes me breakfast. I don't tell him how much I appreciate this enough.<br />
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<b>3.</b> I am thankful that God blessed me with four children that came from my womb, and three that came with my husband. I love each one of my children and can't imagine life without them. They have blessed me countless times over the years.<br />
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<b>4.</b> I am thankful for my grandchildren. They bring so much joy to my life, they make me feel young and they make me laugh. Each one of them is special in their own way and it has been a privilege to watch them grow and become their own persons. <br />
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<b>5.</b> I am thankful for my <a href="http://vineyardnorthphoenix.com/">church</a>. I am who I am as a Christian because of the faithful teaching of my pastor and small group leaders. You have walked with me through some of the hardest times in my life as well as the best times.<br />
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<b>6.</b> I am thankful for friends, both live and on the internet. You have counseled me, prayed for me, cheered me up when I was down, encouraged me when I thought I couldn't do something. You have shown me that the world is not such a bad place after all.<br />
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<b>7.</b> I am thankful for the precious Word, my Bible. The promises in it are breath to me. It gives me life and hope. It shows me God's love, unfailing.<br />
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<b>8.</b> Most importantly, I am thankful for my Savior. I truly believe I could not have gone on at times if I hadn't had His hand in mine. The ability to cry out to my Father and know that I know that I know, He will hear me and respond, is amazing. I look forward to that day when I can meet my Savior face to face. I pray that while I am here on earth, I will walk His walk. May I always point to His glory.<br />
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What are you thankful for today?<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-24992321725591541492010-10-19T14:59:00.000-07:002010-10-19T14:59:53.955-07:00Fibromyalgia and OsteoarthritisI had a follow-up appointment with my Rheumatologist yesterday. On my first visit I came late in the afternoon and was having a fairly good day. My pain level wasn't so bad that day. At that time she did prescribe lidacaine patches for my back and told me she wanted me to come back in six weeks. This time my appointment was scheduled for early morning.<br />
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I always ache worse in the morning. When I rise from my bed there are days it hurts just to walk to the bathroom. I usually take a hot bath first thing in the morning to help get me moving. However, I didn't have a chance to take one yesterday morning. So, when I saw the doctor, I was hurting all over.<br />
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She did another exam on me, and when she was finished she asked me if I had read the pamphlets she gave me last time on fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis. I confessed to her that I had not read them because I didn't want to know what the symptoms were. That is when she told me I really needed to read them, because I definitely have fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis. <br />
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I was stunned. First, I have not really thought much about fibromyalgia. In fact, I once called it a "diagnose of convenience!" In other words, I thought doctors were too quick to diagnosed it because they didn't know what else to call it. (I know....I know!)<br />
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So, today on the way to work, I decided to read those two pamphlets. It was difficult to read them while driving. It's hard to drive while darting in and out of traffic, stopping at lights, etc. (KIDDING!!! I take the bus!) <br />
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Fibromyalgia is a condition associated with widespread chronic pain (me), fatigue (me again), memory problems (what were we talking about), and mood changes (wha chu talkin' bout Willis?). Well, there you go! I have all four of those symptoms. But wait, there is more! There are 18 points on your body that when pressure is applied, are very tender. 16 of the 18 points on my body hurt, 12 of them a lot and 4 of them are mildly tender.<br />
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Osteoarthritis has ten areas that are commonly affected. I ache in all ten areas. My fingers on my left hand hurt when holding the steering wheel. My fingers on my right hand are not near as bad. I have to wonder if this is from playing the guitar? My knees really hurt, especially when I'm cold. My lower back and my neck are always in pain. In cold or damp weather my hips and ankles hurt. (I guess I can forget about moving back east...)<br />
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The doctor did tell me that there are medicines out there that may help alleviate some of the pain, but not all of the pain. At this point, I would just like to see the level of pain decreased. I have a high tolerance to pain, so I can live with some pain. (However, if God wants to heal me 100%, I would be willing to accept it!)<br />
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I did tell the doctor I did not want to be put on any anti-depressants. I took Cymbalta a few years ago and hated the way it made me feel. (And getting off of it was sheer hell!) She prescribed a medicine called gabapetin. One of the side affects is feeling tired, so she suggested I take it at night. Last night was my first night on it and I have to say I slept like a rock. However, I've been dragging all day. I hope that once my body is used to the medication, it won't feel so tired. She did tell me it takes about four weeks before I will begin to notice an improvement. <br />
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So, I have a diagnose. While not thrilled with it, at least now I have an answer and I can move on. So, moving on...<br />
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Hubby and I went out for dinner last night with a friend of his and his wife. They are part of a church plant and currently meet in a home. Because it is small they have a lot more time for ministry, prayer and counseling. We met with them to discuss some of the issues in our life that we are dealing with and to see if we could possibly counsel with them. I was hesitant at first because I had only met the husband a few times and never met his wife. So we decided rather than a counseling appointment, we'd just go out for dinner together.<br />
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What a neat couple! They had experienced what Jack and I are going through now, many years ago. They have been walking in victory and now they minister with others who are going through it. We had a great time of fellowship, prayer and even a bit of counseling. They gave us some sound, Godly advice but of course, it will be up to us to follow through. The biggest thing I came away with, was the importance of spending time in God's Word.<br />
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Our friend said, "Isn't it amazing how much joy we receive when we read His word, yet it is the one thing Satan can keep us from doing so easily. You would think, knowing how much He speaks to us this way, and how much it changes our heart, it would be difficult for the devil to keep us away from it. Yet it is one of the devils greatest tricks...keeping us from spending time in the Bible!"<br />
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How true! And sadly, I am guilty of allowing the devil to trick me into thinking I don't have time to read each day. And then I wonder why I feel so empty, down, hopeless, etc. When I read God's Word, I feel so alive. I have so much joy in my heart and I want to shout His praises from the mountain tops! I have strength to go on and face my trials and I don't feel alone. The comfort I receive is beyond anything else in this world. And yet...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><strong>And yet</strong>,</span> I find myself too tired, too busy, too into my life to make time to read God's promises to me. And then I wonder why I feel so angry, so sad, so much despair, fear, hopelessness, etc., etc., etc. <strong>HELLO?</strong> Anybody home? Sigh...<br />
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God is so good. And He is so kind, and gracious and compassionate (and patient)! He is standing right there and eager to talk to all of His children. We just have to come to him.<br />
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<strong>Psalm 145: 8-9 (NIV)</strong><br />
<strong><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16329">8</sup> The LORD is gracious and compassionate, </strong><br />
<strong> slow to anger and rich in love. </strong><br />
<strong> <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16330">9</sup> The LORD is good to all; </strong><br />
<strong> he has compassion on all he has made</strong>.<br />
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My goal right now, is to get back into the Word on a regular basis. No more excuses. I don't want the devil winning this one!<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-53563284113753321262010-10-14T10:22:00.004-07:002010-10-14T10:27:15.028-07:00Face painting, ocean adventures, rescued minersThe past few days have been have been very interesting. I think my emotions have been all over the map. On Tuesday morning I woke up with a heavy heart because I knew my son was at that moment on a jet plane headed to Florida. I've been a mom for over 36 years and it is the first time one of my children has moved so far away. Seriously, I don't know how my mom does it with two of her girls living back east.<br />
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I was a bid shocked, to say the least. The gal (very young gal, I might add), told me to give it a chance. She tried to style it, but my natural curl wasn't going to have any of what she tried to do. So when I got home, I sprayed it with water and let it do it's own thing. <br />
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I've had a lot of compliments on it, but it definitely wasn't what I was going for. HOWEVER, being that it took me all of one minute to do my hair this morning....I think I can live with it.<br />
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Anyway...at the time, after leaving the hair salon, I was pretty upset. Instead of cheering me up, it made me feel worse. <br />
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I had told my daughter the day before, that I would pick Lilly up from school and bring her home. Since I was feeling so down in the dumps though, I decided to bring her home to my house for a while. She is a funny kid and knows how to make her Nana laugh. I am so glad I did! <br />
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Her first words were "OH Nana, I LOVE your hair! It's so Be-u-ti-ful!" After we got back to my house we snugggled for a little bit while watching "Hello Kitty." It was putting her to sleep so she asked me if I would paint her face. We got on my computer and looked at face paintings to see what she'd like. <br />
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Of course she wanted a butterfly. She loves butterflies! But she also wanted something else. After looking at several pictures, she finally decided on a strawberry.<br />
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After the face painting, Lilly helped me get dinner ready. Since the weather was a little cooler, we decided to have dinner out on the patio. I convinced her to try peas (something she said she hates), and after a bit of coaxing, she took a bite. It was a hoot to watch the expression on her face when she realized they tasted pretty good! "Oh Nana, peas are as good as corn!" Her mom will never make them though...she hates peas.<br />
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After dinner I took her home. I was feeling a whole lot better. Still missing my boy, but at least not as sad. That is, until he started posting pictures...<br />
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I'm not sure which is worse...the fact that I miss my boy and hate that he is gone...or that I am jealous that he is there! Oh how I do envy him. He is able to pack up his life and start all over again. Wouldn't we all love to do that! However, for whatever reason, this is where God has me, and I need to learn to be content in whatever situation God places me in.<br />
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But I sure hope he doesn't fall in love with Florida and stay there for good! Having one son on the east coast, and another one the west coast...well, what can I say. A mama needs her boys! Whose gonna take care of me when I'm old and feeble? ;-)<br />
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Yesterday I had MSNBC on my computer. I watched the live stream of the miners being rescued. I think the sweetest sound I heard yesterday was the sound of the siren that went off right before each miner would come through the earth. Can you imagine spending 10 weeks trapped like that? And they still came out all smiles and jubilant! The tears of joy and happiness on their families faces were a sight to behold. It sure changes one's perspective on their own little problems. (Although I am guessing there is <em>one miner</em> who has another hole he is going to have to dig himself out of now that he's home!) But to see all those people work together from all around the world (the drill was made right here in the USA), was so heartwarming. And I am so glad the Chilean government agreed to film it live. It was a blessing to be able to share in their joy.<br />
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This morning I woke up feeling a little better about life. I know God is still sitting on the throne and He still has His hand on me. He is indeed good!<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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SueSubee41http://www.blogger.com/profile/12886241029884566435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10732903015204869.post-37689911094093862412010-10-11T23:18:00.000-07:002010-10-11T23:18:29.336-07:00Saying goodbye is sad, even if it's only for a whileI've had the pleasure of having my son stay with me this past week. He is leaving early tomorrow on an airplane and he's moving to Florida. For a long time I didn't really believe he was going. I just thought it was talk. But one by one I watched him sell or give away his belongings and his beloved animals. He was officially out of his apartment on Monday and he came to my house for the rest of the week. <br />
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I really enjoyed having my son with me. I never get to see him enough as it is. He works (worked) evenings and I work during the day so it was always hard to find time to see him unless it was a holiday or I went to see him at his shop.<br />
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This morning I cooked him hash browns, eggs and toast. He was so happy with it that he took a picture and posted it on Facebook. Tonight I made his farewell dinner. It was steak, baked potatoes and mixed vegetables. He invited a friend over to join us, and again, he took a picture.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKl2ZiM3iiKCiiY9uO0mMiCzFIFjnYVE8CNHOirJo6fopulEG3NGOizJa-VEuCoXKwDfGSL32DZldew880La4Ihj1RnsVSTBKtV2n2xyZXOR8REULUx-IARO4woCRiI2jHcJlaJBSjw/s1600/dinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKl2ZiM3iiKCiiY9uO0mMiCzFIFjnYVE8CNHOirJo6fopulEG3NGOizJa-VEuCoXKwDfGSL32DZldew880La4Ihj1RnsVSTBKtV2n2xyZXOR8REULUx-IARO4woCRiI2jHcJlaJBSjw/s320/dinner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I can always tell when my son feels like he's eating a good meal. He takes a picture!<br />
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Two of my daughters came over to say goodbye to him also. Connie brought her two boys over and Sandy brought her two girls over. They all had a good time with Uncle Adam. He showed them all the neat things he can do with his face. He is a body piercer and he has piercings everywhere. He showed them how he can take the one out of his chin and stick his tongue through it. (Yes, I know, I think it's gross too.) My granddaughters screamed when he did it.<br />
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As strange as my son looks, he has the sweetest, kindest personality in the world. The kids love him and think he is wonderful. It is because of him that I learned not to judge people who are covered in tattoos and piercings. I've met a lot of his friends and they are all great people. Strange, yes. But still, great people.<br />
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Since I don't know when he'll be back, I took some pictures of him and the kids. They were trying to be all gansta. Epic Fail!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lT5qMpKUdF0iLWKLOpgv42cMWYiABhp7n8wBWJwaNBpTcptXx3FbM0eHMc8sXWEYXA34PsjmEcoiHvwnZ8NhTTmdfOU8ZxZsNUWoPuImz8bCumg8lyVQVtAhyphenhyphentJVrdSCWatc4KrtBQ/s1600/kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lT5qMpKUdF0iLWKLOpgv42cMWYiABhp7n8wBWJwaNBpTcptXx3FbM0eHMc8sXWEYXA34PsjmEcoiHvwnZ8NhTTmdfOU8ZxZsNUWoPuImz8bCumg8lyVQVtAhyphenhyphentJVrdSCWatc4KrtBQ/s320/kids.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>I am going to miss my son. He promised me he would come back and I'm going to hold him to it. He will be living with my sister and her son and the game plan is that he will bring them back here to AZ sometime next year. She can't afford to move home on her own and will need enough money to rent the U-haul and pay for the other expenses. I would like to see them here around March (my birthday). Hopefully with his help, it will happen.<br />
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I do admit that I envy my son. He has no wife, no kids, no responsibilities. He can go somewhere else and find out what it is like to live there. My sister is close to the ocean, so my son will have an opportunity to enjoy the beach and ocean life for a while. Sometimes I wish I could just pack up and start over somewhere else, but I have too many responsibilities here. The only way I could ever move someplace else would be if God would make the way possible. And I don't see that happening....so my life is here.<br />
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It was a wonderful week having Adam here. I enjoyed our late night talks when he would come home from work and was glad to have him here. I keep expecting him to walk in the door. I don't think he gave me my house key back so he really could. (OOPS!)<br />
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If you read this Adam, know that I love you very much. I miss you already and I hope you come home soon.<br />
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Be blessed,<br />
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