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I'm a...Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.comBlogger1053125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-81518451998424687372016-08-09T09:03:00.001-05:002016-08-09T09:09:24.844-05:0030 DAYS AWAY...<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9AZaFiz3CN1wfyTH6qdyPqHoIP83gutyWFcRSZ7cNQh6WzfOnXAN3IWOe91kON9C85QOsDikPHDebMvnxYaDirlHGhHjln67s6LXlfuM0Lw_efGR6cil2VY_E0iOzt3CpWh_oomMSEZg/s640/blogger-image--947321276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO9AZaFiz3CN1wfyTH6qdyPqHoIP83gutyWFcRSZ7cNQh6WzfOnXAN3IWOe91kON9C85QOsDikPHDebMvnxYaDirlHGhHjln67s6LXlfuM0Lw_efGR6cil2VY_E0iOzt3CpWh_oomMSEZg/s640/blogger-image--947321276.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>So life has challenged me to take a hiatus from social media and cyber space; actually pretty much all technology.<div><br></div><div>I know, right? ME? Well, partly voluntarily... Actually, completely voluntarily even though against my will if that makes any sense. I guess what I mean is I made the decision but that doesn't mean I like it.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm taking a personal break from a lot of things so that I can focus on myself and my family and my faith and reprioritize reality.</div><div><br></div><div>It's a good thing and while somewhat apprehensive I'm also invigorated to make this journey.</div><div><br></div><div>It is amazing the love and support that comes from so many and from so near AND far. It is amazing to realize the impact one can make on the rest of the world.</div><div><br></div><div>Secretly, I hope y'all miss me and my wit and banter. I secretly hope you all count the days until my return. I secretly hope y'all miss my optimism and my silly rants and my selfies, and my Instagram posts, and my kids and my pets and... Well, ME.</div><div><br></div><div>I wish and hope and pray for everyday to bring a blessing to you and know that I love you all. Regardless my Glass is always at least Half Full and I always look up... Don't forget to do the same. </div><div><br></div><div>And just FYI, I'm only '30 days away.'</div><div><br></div><div>Your's truly,</div><div><br></div><div>~Farmer*sWife ;-)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-29339471471883807332016-07-30T16:20:00.001-05:002016-07-30T16:20:51.146-05:00Living in a Glass House<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqDClJeVrJKwq9Uwdd2Pn22XKxio6BwcyAViK2SmnDdQtnpxNApRnmh6MBLKOlNRm2v3RXSxeXf6kYnNLCinKQ2iLCkirxy_3Tlb_FjoZuqYEgyVfpo4sQWnujMszhGZSI3ZWWUreGmY6/s640/blogger-image--780597079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqDClJeVrJKwq9Uwdd2Pn22XKxio6BwcyAViK2SmnDdQtnpxNApRnmh6MBLKOlNRm2v3RXSxeXf6kYnNLCinKQ2iLCkirxy_3Tlb_FjoZuqYEgyVfpo4sQWnujMszhGZSI3ZWWUreGmY6/s640/blogger-image--780597079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3iWovZu1M2eOpnuev3891OsO_la9sp1_TaR197OxC67s31GCao1ufetHgnxlHwOTDfWs1zBy38KIv3T2qVaXFIXLORWKU2VjFEYNRrtK8tzVjHKegb_cuCpoR4jQaZ8DKSFQngE-czYd/s640/blogger-image--467306949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3iWovZu1M2eOpnuev3891OsO_la9sp1_TaR197OxC67s31GCao1ufetHgnxlHwOTDfWs1zBy38KIv3T2qVaXFIXLORWKU2VjFEYNRrtK8tzVjHKegb_cuCpoR4jQaZ8DKSFQngE-czYd/s640/blogger-image--467306949.jpg"></a></div><br><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today is a picture perfect Saturday. Although extremely hot, the kids are playing in the pool while I sit sun bathing, watching and playing with them, listening to a variety of music and feeling a slight breeze.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As I sit here I think to myself that this is how it is supposed to be. Castle, husband, happy family, 2 kids, 1.5 dogs, fish, bunny, pool. Beautiful sunshine through a canvas of white cottony clouds.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hard to believe that life seems so perfect at this very moment. When ten days ago I hit my breaking point.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I celebrated my 44th birthday deciding what changes I needed to make in my life. Because after 44 years of trying to be perfect: perfect wife, perfect mom, perfect friend, perfect family member, perfect daughter, perfect to everyone, perfect at, well, EVERYTHING it got to be a surmounting lot of pressure.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love my life and all that I do but at this point in life we are supposed to be enjoying what we spent our 20s and 30s working so hard for. At least that is what my therapist said. YES, I said therapist.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After a major breakdown and a behavior the most irresponsible I could ever be I hit it. My breaking point. I exceeded my pressure threshold. I acted out I think partly as a final cry for attention that I needed someone to see ME, and partly a sigh of "well, WTF, why even try so hard?" Neither excuse my horrible actions. But, it did do two things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">1) It did get attention</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">2) It did make me finally STOP everything and going through the motions and see ME.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I've been crying out for anyone to actually see ME, and in the end, I didn't even see myself through all the other business life was throwing at me. I feel like I've been swimming against the stream for quite awhile and finally I just let it wash me down stream.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sure there are those who are sitting behind their closed doors judging me and looking down from their towers and pedestals thinking how much better they are than I am at this point. And so be it. As my therapist said, I can't control what others think or feel and it really isn't any of their business anyhow. I can control what I think and how I feel and as long as I know I am swimming a new course then that is all that matters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And you know what they say about 'behind closed doors.' I'm not the only one who has hit a melting point. I am just the only one who has been seen outside the 'closed doors'. But, in reality, living in a glass house now isn't really so bad. In fact, it is quite freeing. I can be myself. I am strong, I am confident, and I hold great value.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And I have no place in my life for anyone who thinks or feels otherwise. So, let them live in judgment behind their closed doors. Meanwhile, the view from my glass house is grand. And I am swimming toward that silver lining.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Because that is what a Glass Half Full Gal does. May your Saturday be as peaceful as mine <3</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-8469349188842973982016-07-26T10:34:00.001-05:002016-07-26T10:37:59.260-05:00To contact me, TEXT ME; this is a NO CALL ZONE<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDvVAtOrfhLhs0arQcYnBcIiLHIj9oOAkZHHo7571iCPPnInSbeBoLF95V1fa48oiSmXFhqnI_4eFaE_-pjcN7ownEJOrUzOKugIpFQD8l_fU4fVkULCzeHIvxtI_jKYamrF6r7zdywNy/s640/blogger-image--1330061049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDvVAtOrfhLhs0arQcYnBcIiLHIj9oOAkZHHo7571iCPPnInSbeBoLF95V1fa48oiSmXFhqnI_4eFaE_-pjcN7ownEJOrUzOKugIpFQD8l_fU4fVkULCzeHIvxtI_jKYamrF6r7zdywNy/s640/blogger-image--1330061049.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Most everyone knows I talk on the phone but it typically is my last form of contact. I prefer email, texting, messaging, FB, etc over actually DIALING the phone or actually ANSWERING the phone. I even prefer SNAIL MAIL over a ringing phone.<div><br></div><div>The other day Hubby and others had been trying to reach me. Hubby drops by the house and the conversation went as follows:</div><div><br></div><div>Hubby, "How come you aren't answering your phone?"</div><div><br></div><div>Me, "I didn't know you called."</div><div><br></div><div>Hubby, "I called three times."</div><div><br></div><div>Me, "Oh, it must still be on vibrate."</div><div><br></div><div>Hubby, "WHY would you leave it on VIBRATE?"</div><div><br></div><div>Me, "Because if it RINGS that usually means something is WRONG or someone NEEDS something."</div><div><br></div><div>Hubby, "What if I needed to reach you and it was an EMERGENCY?"</div><div><br></div><div>Me, "That's what TEXTING is for."</div><div><br></div><div>Now, obviously, if the school called or something I would be prompted to answer the call or return the call. It isn't like I don't check my phone very regularly because everyone knows I do. But, if it vibrates I let it go to voice mail. If it is truly IMPORTANT and/or not a wrong number or sales call, it will go to VOICEMAIL and a message will be there for me to listen to and decide how to respond.</div><div><br></div><div>Here is the other thing. My texting is set up across all my devices. So if I am working on something on the LT (which everyone knows is the brain of my household and resides in the kitchen, the core of the house) the message will pop up across the top of my screen. If I am out and about and/or at an appt and on the iPad a text message or phone call will also show as a pop-up on that device.</div><div><br></div><div>So technically, I'm pretty reachable. (Unless I don't want to be reachable.)</div><div><br></div><div>The phone ringing is kinda like my doorbell ringing. My anxiety jumps to a heighten state and my brain goes, "WHO GOES THERE? STRANGER DANGER!!!" Because everyone who knows me knows as well that either I am expecting you and you can walk right in (the door will be unlocked) or you drive around back. If you have to ring the doorbell? You aren't expected and your unexpected visit might not be appreciated much.</div><div><br></div><div>So there it is. If you want reach me, REALLY want to reach me. Don't call. Don't make me jump. Don't make me anxious. TEXT me. And I'll be sure to get back to you; and none of that waiting on those little dots...</div><div><br></div><div>~ The Life of Farmer*sWife</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-77051426107986669192016-07-23T15:46:00.001-05:002016-07-23T15:46:33.298-05:00MAX and a life update...Happy Saturday, at least I hope it is a happy one for you. Here it is Happy Hot; if scorching outside could in any way be <i>Happy</i>.<br />
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Today was a family venture to town a/k/a the big city. New sneakers for Farmer, Jr. for high school athletics, a few tennis shirts for Lil'Gal and a trip to the PET STORE for some puppy stuff for Max.<br />
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Chew toys for those puppy teeth and to entertain the little fella' when we aren't home or able to and a self watering system so that he can have unlimited water without flipping his bowl and bathing himself and his kennel. Also a collar which is adorable and a harness for training (he is still too little for it but I explained to Lil'Gal along with a pet tech that as he gets a little bigger he will be more excited and harder to control while training him).<br />
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Then we found the cutest thing at the register. Little 'doggie tags' that you can have made via laser right there on site providing your pet's name on the front and personal contact information on the back! He is so adorably cute because even as small/extra small as everything is - he still need a few more weeks or a month or two to grow into it all.<br />
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<i><b>Like Krezent, Max will be microchipped as soon as he is old enough; microchip your pets.</b></i></div>
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Super cute! Before we left this morning Lil'Gal had to let him out to potty (he is learning better with poo so far than pee, but he is getting it already) and water and fresh food, etc.<br />
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Hubby actually looked down at him and said, "He is going to be a good dog. I can tell." I replied, "So you like him?" Hubby, "Yeah, I do." WOW!!!<br />
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The Beast is still adjusting. I can tell he is a wee bit jealous since he had the kids and I all to himself most of the summer. All day, every day, out to roam and be pet and chew on bones under our chairs. He'd even sit and smile watching us swim.<br />
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He's sniffed Max over multiple times but when Max tries to come up and play (even as wobbly as he is) The Beast kinda' backs off - not impressed. <i>Just wait till the puppy gets bigger BUBBA, then you are going to be in for some serious romping and puppy teeth.</i><br />
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I have to say Max came along at just the right timing. As with all of our dogs it has seemed. I'm going through some serious changes in life and having to deal with some personal issues. I have an appointment next week to start dealing with all of this. I'll probably share more when I feel less down on myself and more in charge of things.<br />
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I am still a Glass Half Full Gal. But, even at the happiest we can make poor choices that effect a lot of people around us. Not just ourselves. And, as I have been told, it is about time I MAKE TIME for MYSELF.<br />
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I am thankful to all my dear friends and to my family who are supporting me through this. And, I will continue to blog. I need it! I've missed it!<br />
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So look forward to not only my new journey in re-finding myself but all of the funny school stories and puppy stories and my crazy life in general.<br />
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Happy HOT Saturday and puppy kisses (from Max) :-)<br />
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A BIG HOWDY from <b><span style="color: #6aa84f;">Farmer'*s Wife</span></b> who hasn't blogged in... well, ages obviously! I'm guessing close to a year since my last blog when we had recently lost my Biggun' and adopted Krezent, now known as THE BEAST and BUBBA.<div>
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For shame, right? My happy, blessed life interfering with my blogging? Hence, I've been away. But, once again, I miss the more open and detailed conversation of the blog. Most of my blogger friends have gone by the way side sucked into Facebook and Twitter with mostly short winded summarized statements (myself included). Although FB has brought in lots of upgraded options. But I miss the mix of being wordy and all the people who 'got me' and loved 'reading me' and about the ins and outs of life we all share.</div>
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Some of the best friends (outside my posse) were made through blogging. I found so many diversified friendships and networking regardless of parenting, parents, pets, writing, reading, recipes and personal deviances that we all have (if you think you are without a personal deviance then you probably have a big one, :-P ). I miss the outsourcing connection and I have to admit, when I'd check my hits on a particular post (like children's parties, recipes, pets, OCD and what I found to be a personal witty post) it did warm my heart that my little blog was causing a butterfly wave across the world...</div>
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So, with that. I am once again pleading my new found (again) dedication to my blog. I've had a lot of personal loss over the past year and a half or so but I have had a lot of new too. And being the optimist I am, or feel I was, I am re-finding my way into appreciating all that I have and finding the goodness and the silver lining. I mean, like I've always said. If you continue to look up your glass always looks at least half full. Looking down is an unacceptable perception. It deviates from reality. So look up. And look ME up. Here. Because I am back!</div>
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<br />Happy Sunday; make it a fun day!<br />
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So now I schedule my dogs appointments back to back (I mean a day or two apart). Brandi never minded the vet. I just had to make sure someone didn't have a little dog roaming in the waiting room because the only fault with my Biggun' was that for some reason she thought little dogs were toys or treats. Over 45 pounds? She was like, "Howdy, I'm going to lie down here." But little lap dogs she was like, "Um is that bacon? On sticks?" As those of you who follow me know we lost her a few months back. Old age and she was crippled, paralyzed in her hind in. I was crushed when I lost her. Thus entered Krezent.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 'Biggun' Brandi; She was a big Aggie Fan :-D</td></tr>
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Krezent's trip to the vet today! (Just wait for the funny. You have to picture a very large, very hyper dog in a small room with various procedures for his annual check up and all.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We catch him sitting on the chairs like he is human :-P<br />In this pic he was on a rein only because we were still introducing him to Dulce<br />and free range on the farm.</td></tr>
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Now when Dulce goes to the vet she gets all shaky and nervous as I mentioned. Farmer, Jr. likes to go with me because she gets so nervous she farts. And he thinks it is HEE-LAUGHABLE-LARIOUS.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 'Cafe Dulce' a/k/a my Crazy Loca :-)</td></tr>
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Krezent however, was like, "WHOAH! Cool! Let's go, let's go!!!! Come on Mom, keep up!" Dragging me to the door! Letting him roam wherever he wants on the farm I forgot I should have brought his harness. We get inside and he immediately finds a pup about 45 pounds and runs up with his scary size and muzzle to sniff and accidentally scared the crap out of the dog AND it's owner. He was just being friendly but he's intimidating. Needless to say, they were immediately placed in a patient room.<br />
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He was SO excited as I checked him in! "Oooooohhhh, I SMELL DOOOOOG BISCUITS!" And he about tops the counter with his height to indulge. He's hopping and sniffing and jumping and introducing himself to the staff like crazy!<br />
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In the room he smells everything as all dogs do and he's like, "I even smell Dulce! She was here two days ago!" (We got the same room.)<br />
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Then they weigh him, 98.6 pounds. Up 13 pounds from his July visit. But no fat on this guy! If you saw him run and play - well let's just say if as a dog he were a body builder, he'd take the show.<br />
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The vet comes in with the shots. He's all over her and the tech. He's BIG and he is SUPER-EXCITED! "What? A shot? Okay... Another one? Cool. Oh, listen to my lungs and check my ears? YUM MOM HAS DOG BISCUITS. "Drink this stuff? Okay, ew but okay." Let me kiss y'all! All of y'all. I just LOOOOOVE..."<br />
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And then the microchip was being inserted and my big baby suddenly went <i><b>ghetto </b></i>on me. "WHAT THE TRUCK IS THAT BIOTCH TRYING TO DO TO ME WOMAN??? This AIN'T COOL! I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS $H!T, THIS HURTS LIKE... Hey, look I HAVE TEETH. See? I don't <i>WANT</i> to use them but GOD gave them to me for a REASON! This Chip thing <i>AIN'T COOL</i>." "No MOM! SCREW THE DOG BISCUIT. Let's get out of here!"<br />
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The vet and tech were fine with his apparently normal behavior during this procedure. However, Krezent and I were a little stunned. Apparently to insert it it takes a much larger 'needle/inserter' thing. They go get a muzzle, you know just in case, and bring in another microchip with a wee smaller inserter.<br />
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Trying to get him to hold still took the three of us and the vet had a weight advantage over him but still. So, I said, "Let me sit on him." She replied, "Yeah, getting him to sit would be good." I know my dog, he would not give up his advantage. "I replied, NO, I mean I am going to SIT <i>ON</i> HIM."<br />
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Chip in and muzzle off (that FREAKED HIM OUT WEARING IT FOR 45 SECONDS) he was like, "Is it over? Oh. Whew. Hey, I'm kinda sorry about that. I was trippin'. No hard feelings, right? <i>Really sorry about the teeth thing. </i>Defense mechanism, you know."<br />
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"We're all good, hey let me jump up and kiss you Ms. Vet to show you we are okay? I love you! Can I have that other dog biscuit now?"<br />
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It doesn't sound as crazy writing it down as it does when I tell the story. But he's home and bouncy and happy and loved the adventure; OTHER than the micro-chip.<br />
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Love your pets and Happy Thursday!<br />
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So today, as I peruse the new curriculum and work to put together an engaging lesson for my CCD middle schoolers, I find myself easily distracted.<br />
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Focus Farmer*swife.<br />
Ooooh, this looks interesting. That part will totally lose their attention.<br />
*squirrel* wait that was the dog<br />
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Okay, we need to look up that bible verse...<br />
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*it is quiet in here. maybe I should turn the TV on, but nothing interesting to distract me. Oh, I've seen this [Lifetime] movie before. this will work*<br />
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Sooo, how can I incorporate this? Wait, they can't answer those questions yet. Skip that page and address it at the end of the chapter.<br />
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*i think I need a snack*<br />
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FOCUS... Middle school is hard. How does the Priest keep our adult attention. I'm usually a fun teacher. I need to read ahead. I need... wait<br />
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*Lil'Gal* *what Lil'Gal? The animals? K. I'm working on my CCD lesson. Yes, you are in my class this year (MORE PRESSURE). Sure, you can see the student work book [please don't get ahead of me].*<br />
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*ew. there are crumbs on the floor. WHO left THOSE THERE? I better sweep.*<br />
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K. Focus. Ooooh, this is good. How can I make this more interesting to the students. Ummm. Hmmm. Look it up. Discuss it. Maybe we should go back and discuss that other part first. Yeah. Then read this passage then...<br />
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*I need to work on the lesson on how God provides before we have our fun field trip*<br />
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Criminy, distracted again.<br />
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FOCUS... *ramen noodles sound good about now*<br />
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FOCUUUUS... *I think pasta will help me pursue my agenda for this lesson. Hey, that reminds me. I need snacks for the classes tomorrow. I better check the pantry. Ooooh, look! I haven't seen THIS Lifetime movie before.*<br />
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Do all teachers of any subject/venue deal with this type of distraction?<br />
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Teaching little kids is easy! They just want to learn and be entertained. Big Kids ask BIG QUESTIONS. *squirrel*<br />
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Things are good here in Farmworld lately! The kids are back in school and we actually already have one six weeks under our belts.<br />
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Krezent, a/k/a The Beast (Hubby is still trying to get him to come to Crescent Wrench but so far it isn't sticking) is doing wonderfully on the farm. He keeps us entertained daily with his little antics. And, other than kenneling him and Dulce up in the run at night he pretty much gets free roam of the place.<br />
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My hip is doing wonderfully! I've been hitting the gym at least three times a week. No high impact but lots of walking and weights. Primarily arm weights. I don't want to do anything too stressing to add wear sooner than later to my bionic joint. ;-)<br />
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With that I have lost ten pounds! My face isn't so puffy and my arms look leaner and not sausage-like. So, I'm feeling healthier and better about myself. In fact, I've been in great spirits lately.<br />
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I've also gotten back into subbing. Finally in middle school. I lost a whole year last year due to my hip issues. I lost of a lot of myself last year too. But, I've finally found my way back. I must say I was hard to live with through all of that - CHRONIC PAIN can RUIN a person.<br />
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Farmer, Jr. says I'm crazy to sub at middle school. But I've really enjoyed it and forgotten how much I missed all the kids! I love it when they see me at lunch, the classroom, the hallway and remember me and run up to give me a hug. Priceless!<br />
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In fact, today I am subbing for ISS. Really quiet. Going to be a really long day. But it is also cool because I get a free day to read and surf the web <i>while</i> getting <i>paid</i>. *Super-Cool* :-P<br />
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CCD has also started for the 2015-16 year. Love having 'my' kids from church back too! Oh, and I've even been motivated enough to start my scrapbooking again! Currently, I am about to finish a photo book project for Tech Guy and his wife from a trip we all took in 2008 to the Frio. I know, many years late but it will be a surprise to bring back those memories when they get this little surprise in the mail. Surprises are great, right? When completely unexpected?<br />
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Anyhow, I'm thrilled that I can blog via the internet and not the blogger app now, except I can't upload any pictures other than from a URL. So no pics today.<br />
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Happy Tuesday! Make it a terrif-tastical one!<br />
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Here is our new boy. My Biggun/Brandi led me to find him. His mom and dad and boy and girl had to give him up due to financial circumstances which caused them to be displaced from their home.<br />
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So, we got him. Krezent (she said she loves to play with names). Hubby said we are going to call him Crescent so we can knick-name him CW for Crescent Wrench. :-) Boys and their toys, I mean tools.<br />
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I have to say that having a 'boy' dog around has become a bit of a challenge. One, he intimidated Farmer, Jr. He's NOT aggressive but he does make himself seen and known. Lil'Gal spent six hours or more on the road home with him. He has bonded to her. She is his ALPHA. I'm second in command.<br />
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Male dogs, in my own personal experience, tend to be more dominant and also their loyalty lies more with females than males. Thus, Farmer, Jr's hesitancy.<br />
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Dulce isn't taking to him as well either. Although, he is fixed and he hasn't tried that 'boy thing' on her which she can't stand. But, he does resonate and she too is a bit intimidated as well as still trying to assert the fact that she is the ALPHA here now. She has always wanted to be the Alpha but we lost Blue (a boy Weimer) and recently my Brandi Gal and Dulce has NEVER been the Alpha.<br />
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So it is a bit challenging. But he is adorable and silly and assertive and loyal and I have to say, quite the watch dog. Like I told Hubby when I picked him up in Lufkin, Texas, "With my 38 and this dog? NO ONE WILL MESS WITH ME."<br />
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We have been walking to two dogs together. Krezent tries to be friendly with Dulce but she just turns her nose up and walks to the other side. He's been sleeping in a kennel in the utility room so we can make his transition more comfortable and like home. Hubby says, tonight he is going to sleep outside. :-(<br />
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He was an indoor and outdoor dog previously, but on our farm he has to be an outdoor dog. I'm hoping he will learn his way around so he can roam and romp like Brandi did in her good days. Tomorrow he meets our vet, we get his records in check, and he gets microchipped. He's too pretty to not microchip in case he wanders. But if someone found him? They'd keep him, I'm sure. He's just too pretty.<br />
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So now, we are a family of two kids, FJ and Lil'Gal, two dogs, Cafe Dulce (brown sugar) and Krezent a/k/a CW, four rabbits plus a few baby rabbits... actually three dogs. My Brandi sit on my mantel. She will always be the best dog I have ever loved.<br />
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Enjoy your furry companions. They teach us, they lead us, they love us... unconditionally.<br />
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So after spending most of my day with my Big Dog who can't walk and is happily spirited but in such pain I blew off the blog.<br />
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But I need to continue to look UP. Because, as I said, looking down is a, well, downer... So I'm counting blessings. I have a husband who helped me create two beautiful children. I live in a castle. I HAVE a Mom and Dad in-law who are the best...no contest. My mom is physically in pain every single day, but she thinks I rock the world. I have my Daddy, whom I take after a lot and I own that proudly. I have three handsome, smart brothers.<br />
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Sh!t happens. I have a friend I've lost to mental issues, I have another very dear friend battling cancer, my Biggun', my Brandi girl is scheduled to be put out of her pain and misery Tuesday... If she makes it that long.<br />
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But looking UP, I've been so blessed with the important people in my life and my family and pets and how much they all seem to find me as this fantastic person and to continue to love me... Even when I stumble and curse and lose my happy demeanor.<br />
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So tired... Dismayed... I'm reminded that if you lose someone or something close to you that means you were blessed enough to have that as a part of your life. So when you feel like cursing the world or God and saying it isn't fair. You have to rember that if it weren't for God we wouldn't have the lucky, blessed opportunity to love and be loved so deeply that the loss hurts. Loss hurts...but it is recognition that we put ourselves and hearts out there. Love is strong, love is brave. And without love we would have nothing. So this is ME looking Up. Filling my glass. With the love I have for<br />
everyone and the love so many give me... Happy Sunday! Look up.<br />
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So just as the school year is winding down (the kids last week is next week with Thursday and Friday being half days) we are already super booked!<br />
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This weekend I am going to my life long friend, Ali's 40th birthday party! She is joining the 40s club! Also, the house they purchased about a year ago and have totally renovated to try and put it back to its more original, eclectic status, will be turning 100 years old. I can't believe all the work that has gone into this project and I CAN'T WAIT to see it!<br />
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Come Monday-ish I am going to OOOOKLAHOOOOMMMAAA to see Terri next week so Hubby has the reins for the last week of school. Then school is OUT FOR SUMMER!<br />
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Shortly after we head to the FRIO! With all the rain we have had I've been told the water is running quite smoothly - after last year's trip it is life jackets for both kids.<br />
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Then we come back to check on the mosquitoes and the sweltering, drowning crops for a few days.<br />
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Then off to ALABAMA and GEORGIA!<br />
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Then home, but not for long. While Hubby is in the field (hopefully, fingers crossed), we are going to ARKANSAS to see my Daddy and two of my brothers AND my nephew! Daddy had a pond put in on the place for swimming and kayaking and of course, FJ's most or almost most favorite thing to do, FISH!!! The fish will still be babies but that won't stop FJ from staying out there all day and into the evening until I pull him back in for S'mores. :-)<br />
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Depending on the crops, Hubby might actually make it up to Arkansas with us this summer.<br />
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Finally, and exhausted we will return home. Take a breather. The boys will high tail it into the field to harvest whatever hasn't drowned. Meanwhile, Lil'Gal and I will be spending OUR 4th of July back in OOOOKLAHOMA for Heather and Tim's wedding! Summer is short but life is shorter, at least sometimes. So, it appears I will be spending most of our summer break on the road. But I will be seeing so many important people, making wonderful memories, events that will never be forgotten. Family, friends, scenery, love. And if that doesn't make for a perfect summer, then summer ain't all it is cracked up to be.<br />
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But it is. I HEART summer.<br />
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So in summary, I will be seeing my life-long BFF, Ali, for her 40th tomorrow along with her hubby and kids and several other people I haven't seen in decades. Then I will be heading out to see my shiny gal Terri, her hubby Roger and her daughter Heather and soon to be new son-in-law.<br />
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Then I will soak and enjoy the sun at the flowing Frio. Some friends of ours might be able to get a cabin to join us.<br />
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Come home, laundry and household duties just to pack up AGAIN to go see my Daddy and two of my brothers, SJ and Rye-Rye and my nephew Drew.<br />
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Return, Hubby and Farmer, Jr. get, as Hubby calls it, 'balls-to-the-walls-crazy in the field harvesting meanwhile Lil'Gal and I head back to OOOOKLAHOMA for Heather and Tim's wedding to celebrate the 4th of July! I wonder if they will have fireworks other than the kind that fly when you get married.<br />
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Come MY BIRTHDAY school will be starting back around the 20th of July. Whatever closest Monday that falls on. Oh, I can't forget to miss the school supply sales somewhere within there.<br />
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I'm going to be busy. Lots of on the road time. Putting this new hip to work driving long hours and dancing through the night. But such a busy schedule just means that "HOLEY COW-PATTIES... HOW BLESSED I AM."<br />
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Enjoy your Friday. I'm enjoying mine. While waiting for the appliance guy to come out for the seventh, eighth time to try and 'fix' our fridge.... But it is still Friday! Hugs and smooches. XXXXs and OOOO. Hogs and Kisses... Life is short. Embrace it, grab it by the tail and don't let the negativity get you down.<br />
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Speaking of tails, Buck Owens says it best. Grab that tiger by its tail and enjoy the ride:<br />
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So yesterday was Mother's day. My baby SIL and her Hubby hosted a wonderful Mother's Day BBQ for both sides of the family. There was a great turn out. Chicken, beans, salad this, salad that, fruit, beer. (BEER). :-D<br />
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Being the left-over-hore I am, we were hanging around and trying to help some with clean up and putting things away. As blessed as I am, I scored left over chicken and BEANS! Guess what WE had for dinner? So, they not only hosted a wonderful, come together family lunch but they also saved me from having to make dinner. Thank baby SIL and BIL!<br />
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This year, well the past year and a half has brought a lot of 'light' to the reality and the longevity but also the fact that in a moment - it is all over. Life can be, that is.<br />
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I've had my issues, my hip replacement and all (there was some depression with that and anger and fear) but I am doing REALLY WELL considering the severity of the surgery. Total replacement at 42.<br />
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Although on a negative note - the ten pounds I lost before the surgery? With a hip that had me constantly falling down and over and out of bed and off the potty, etc, etc, until TMI. I've since put the weight back on with an extra pound or two. This is SO ODD FOR ME because I was always the tiny person every secretly envied because I have or HAD the genetics of a high metabolism. D@MMIT All. That started going down hill at 38-39. Anyhow, that is supposed to be another post. (YES, I'm going to try and post AGAIN.... AND THIS WEEK!)<br />
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But, I realized that although I had a less than perfect childhood. And my youngest brother had to grow up on the other side of that. I think I am finally a grown up. It is like a light... WE THINK we are grown up when we can buy booze and cigarets (I don't smoke, but you get the point). Then, we get married and we think, "NOW? I'm a grown up." Then we hit 30 and it is like, "YO, youngins' in your 20s, you are so far off. From adult hood. Just because you can party and buy booze and vote and all. I'm pregnant. I run a business. I'm having a kid. And then, I had another one.<br />
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Then it was mid 30s and I was all, SUPER MOM. I KICK @$$ at everything (but I didn't sleep for about five years. And now. If I am sleeping the rule is - DON'T BOTHER ME LEST THE HORNS COME OUT.) Oh yeah. That's another sign of being a true grown up.<br />
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Then I hit my forties. I have had a lot of life changes, a lot of lives lost, a lot of physical changes and then suddenly.... Even though I can have 'TUDE' and all. I was like, well a few months ago. HOLEY CR@P. I think at almost 43? I really AM grown up. I had a year off of being totally out of whack (HEY, PAIN AND BAD FRIENDS WILL DO THAT TOO YOU; AND BEING A WOMAN IN HER 40S SUCKS YOUR EMOTIONS INTO THAT TORNADIC VAULT OF WTH is happening to me.)<br />
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But, I think I'm clearing that stage. With some rest, some reality, lots of love for people and xanax. Thank God for xanax. Who knew it could make a mentally unstable control freak perfectionist pretend everything is going to be okay optimist be ... NORMAL? HA HA HA HA! Lucky me!<br />
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But, I have come to some new conclusions. My Mom and Dad are wonderful people. I love them dearly and they might love me more. I can talk to either of them about anything. ANY-THING. Sometimes Hubby is like, "You talk about that with them?!!!" Uh... Yeah. So maybe we are more stable because we all started out so unstable. All three as kids finding our way.<br />
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My brothers? I adore. Two from Dad and one from Mom. He's the baby but now he is 20 and... all grown up. We all have grown up conversations and then we discuss our dysfunctions and then we laugh. So, you know. Mother's Day and family days and -- I just love'em all. And I think I am finally, FINALLY, a grown up. A fun loving one. A crack a dirty joke (which I wouldn't have done in my thirties), grown up. And sometimes we have to tell people either A) I F-up. I'm not perfect but neither are you; even stevens? Or B) I am not a perfect person, but I am a perfect me.<br />
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Hugs and Happy Mother's day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-58316452563940340352015-05-01T08:22:00.002-05:002015-05-01T08:26:17.936-05:00Driving kids to school; what it is really like~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As we all know, it can sometimes be a very hairy morning trying to get the kids from the house, to the vehicle after feeding them and cleaning up and making sure that they don't forget their lunches, their backpacks their permission slips, there musical or sports items and their personalities without some p!$$ing and moaning.<br />
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Now this particular morning we were right on track, almost early versus leaving behind schedule. Mind you this meant that for the second time this week I drove them wearing 'white trash style' and following all the speed limits and rules so as not to be so embarrassed to be pulled over in my camo top and shorts PJs and glasses and hair in a half-@$$ clip.<br />
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Now, mind you. Children have conversations on the way to school and I enjoy participating. But when the convo goes boring for me or out of my understanding I turn my radio back up and listen to some Comedy on Sirius XM (Hubby rocks that he pays for this for me).<br />
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So, as it happens with kids... or anyone, there is this very good bit on by Carlos Mencia. Now he is so funny to me because he loves America and loves our diversity but at the same time can crack you up until you cry about our diversity among races and social standing.<br />
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So, I'm listening to him and then the children (right behind me, I tell them I got an SUV with a third row seat for a reason) and they are discussing and then arguing about something I am clueless about. Something about school and a class they both have but one is in sixth grade and one is in seventh. Interrupting my morning laugh, which I love to get it on because I fuels my optimism and my mood.<br />
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Finally, I turn the radio down (missing some of this bit) and I belt out, "DO YOU WANNA' BUILD A SNOW MAAAAAAAN?" Both kids simultaneously "MOM! NOOOOOOOO!"<br />
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Me, "It doesn't have to be a SNOW MAN!" Farmer, Jr. momentarily distracted from their disapproval, "Can it be a dog?" *SQUIRREL* Lil'Gal, "NO, MOM STOP!" Farmer, Jr, *Oh yeah* "Mom! Quit torturing us."<br />
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Me, melodically, *then LET IT GOOOO! LET IT GOOOOO! THE FIGHTS ALWAYS BOTHER ME ANYWAY!"<br />
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Then, they became quite and I was able to listen to my comedy channels the rest of the way to school without interruption. And as I laughed, I wasn't just laughing at the comedy skits but also at the fact that I over powered their argument and actually bought myself some silence on the way to school - less the comedy - Mama has power! LOL!<br />
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Anyhow, I thought parents would get a kick out of this and maybe take note to try it sometime!<br />
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Happy Friday!!!!<br />
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"MOM. I LOOK FAT IN THESE!" My children are in NO WAY over weight. In fact they beat the health chart between weight, hight and muscle tone. I never use the word or should I say, "I need to go on a diet." Instead, Hubby and I say, "We need to get more extracurricular." Or, "I need more cardio and I need to strengthen my core."<br />
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Because the word DIET has lost its true meaning. The meaning of the word diet is what you intake. Your DIET can be fast food, vegan, steak and potatoes, etc. But now days if you say what is your diet? People and more importantly concerning children, take it to mean they need to cut back. To skip meals. To skip important nutrients that help their brains and bodies grow.<br />
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My Li'Gal is a candy gal. She loves her sugar. But at the same time she realizes that she needs her vegetables, her protein, her calcium, her vitamin D. I think part of raising our live stock show animals and pets helps put that point forward. Farmer, Jr. is the healthiest eater in the family. Even over ME!<br />
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YET he is often criticized for eating healthy and being not particularly 'picky' but just preferring NOT to eat crappy food. Don't get me wrong. He loves his Whataburger (fast-food hamburger joint primarliy in Texas) and he loves his DQ (Dairy Queen, also Texas based) but typically he will choose the healthier choice or skip a meal all together. To me, making smart choices even if seems a testy pallet, I think is mature. And heart and body healthy. (BTW, he just at 13 finally decided that he kinda' likes bacon. I know right? My FIL was in shock for years - Don't like bacon? WTH BOY?" LOL! All in jest... mostly.)<br />
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The pediatrician said to limit his love for peanut butter. Of course, again, with his smart pallet you can't fool him. He has the love of peanut butter BUT ONLY Jiff Reduced Fat peanut butter. Believe me, when I can't find it in stock I've tried to trick him. The sandwich comes home maybe half eaten along with the comment, "Mom. That was the wrong peanut butter." Know what? After trying several varieties of peanut butter? He is correct. You can tell the difference in the roast, the sugar, the creamy-ness, etc.<br />
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But over all, I stress to my kids that the word DIET means what you eat, NOT HOW you eat.<br />
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In part it is the health teachers and coaches for PE. They tell the kids over and over about what they eat and working out and exercise because there are so many children and students in our area that are obese at 4th grade. So as they are trying to make an impact on health to those students it is almost faulting those who ARE in great health. Even my son said recently, "Mom, I'm getting fat. My jean's don't fit." To which I replied, "No. You are in perfect health. You can ask your pediatrician. You are above the average. You are growing. You have grown several inches and your body has to grow OUT a little bit to grow up and support your height.<br />
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And it isn't just parents feeling overweight, or coaches and health teachers trying to make an impression but other students. Friends and co-students that feel ill about themselves that make others around them think, "Am I FAT?" "These skinny jeans don't fit me at my size? Am I abnormally sized for my age?"<br />
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It isn't about the word DIET. Rather focus on the word HEALTHY. Heart healthy, bone healthy, brain healthy and so on. Carbs are not all bad. Especially for kids. Their brains need carbs and their bodies need energy. Protein, Calcium. When I feed my kids I tell them what they are putting into their bodies. In the mornings I don't require them to eat anything in particular. Although, Farmer, Jr. looks forward to a hot breakfast with eggs and peanut butter toast or a homemade taco with protein and he's a milk - lover. But Lil'Gal is like her Dad. So I tell her, even though they serve breakfast at 9:am at school she may not like it. She's not an early eater. But she understands that her body needs that energy in the morning. So she either settles for something, even cereal or she takes something with her.<br />
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I'm not a nagging mom or a maniac but I've heard what kids say. About themselves and to each other. And my daughter thinking she looks fat (which I realize comes with coming into puberty) is unacceptable to me. So watch your words. Because kids are always listening. Always. And maybe curb away from the word that has become dirty and lost its meaning, the word DIET.<br />
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Off my soap box,<br />
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I know, once again I left y'all after my promise to be more present in my blog. My friend and author, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/http://mlgarrett.blogspot.com">Melissa Luznicky Garrett</a> has been very dedicated to maintain her blog. Cute family stories, things about her writing, the wickedly cold weather they are still having *BRRRRRR*<br />
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But, I'm back. I've had a lot of changes going on over the past, what would I say, 'fiscal' year. Everyone knows about my hip. BTW, it's doing really well. We have had a little more sunshine and a little less chilly weather so the fybro that seemed to follow after the surgery has been more in check.<br />
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*SCORE* :-D<br />
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I wonder if I was having this problem before but just got distracted by the hip issues. But either way, lets get to the FUNNY STUFF!!!<br />
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To keep my thoughts happy I listed to A LOT of stand up comedy via my lovely Serius XM radio! (Is that how you spell it, well you know what I mean). And I switch between the four or five channels available. I have my favorites that I've heard a million times but I still laugh so hard I cry. Although I have to switch here and there and be more aware with the kids in the vehicle as FJ will laugh at curse words (bad example set by me) and Lil'Gal is sure to tell me when something sounds, in her words, "Inappropriate." LOL! My little smartie.<br />
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But I've kept notes of several skits that have me laughing out loud to tears! Oh, what a healthy feeling that is to laugh so hard! I mean, it makes a person think "BLEEP! ALL THOSE NEGATIVE, BITTER, PEOPLE! I'm laughing! Adrenaline is pumping through my body! I'M FREAKING HAPPY at this very moment!' And I enjoy the tears of laughter. People driving beside me probably think I'm either nuts or upset, or like I said crazy-nuts. LOL!<br />
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So, here are a few I saved for you. Enjoy a few Thursday laughs. There might be a curse here or there but appropriately placed for the perfect impact of comedic genius!<br />
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This one is good for parents with younger kids or remember when your kids were toddlers and did the most stupidest things!<br />
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(Okay so the next one I found on You-Tube was waaaaay too dirty; not what I'm used to on Serius XM).<br />
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But THIS GUY? He cracks ME UP TOTALLY!!!<br />
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There's a lot of cursing in this one. So don't play it with small children or your boss around! He has another version of this bit where he totally goes into the ADULT ROCK CONCERT. You totally need to check him out on You-Tube!<br />
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Hope you get a laugh today! I have tons more. Some that are really clean and still hilarious and some that the appropriately place curse word and timing makes you laugh until you cry.<br />
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So Happy Thursday!!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/56/E4E1F740A27AB275F981291F828B9D56.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-68162584443895818632015-02-20T13:08:00.000-06:002015-02-20T13:27:53.637-06:00My idea; writing project to help our homeless pets!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEFjFzFdiuH7wlxILlGWdMA7fAEnYpsrhXkvutX0RP0KJA8ygln3wtC3e13cBJDBuCg_JWUxhc68wm-55O-QRDUkiIK9pvmZEltO0qmpMnAuWYyang9A47_Wu9TcLhVS2Pv1wTU1znJSi/s1600/light+bulb+moment.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZEFjFzFdiuH7wlxILlGWdMA7fAEnYpsrhXkvutX0RP0KJA8ygln3wtC3e13cBJDBuCg_JWUxhc68wm-55O-QRDUkiIK9pvmZEltO0qmpMnAuWYyang9A47_Wu9TcLhVS2Pv1wTU1znJSi/s1600/light+bulb+moment.png" /></a>A year ago or maybe a little longer (time flies) a started thinking about my final writing assignment from the course I had taken. I had turned in five chapters of a YA I was working on. But after my instructor, who was kind through out the entire course, stated that it didn't seem realistic and that I should change this and that... I kinda got bummed and set it aside. I had planned to revisit it but never did, distracting myself with being so involved with school and CCD and extra curricular activities.</div>
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But when it comes down to it... I was offended because the story, although changed in many ways, was based on realistic incidences from my own childhood. That was the second time she had said, "In real life it wouldn't go that way." That was another story I wrote based on a very true incident in my life that changed my life in a humongous way. So, I truly get it when authors get great feed back but that one comment can hit the ego and the heart so hard.<br />
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Anyhow, as I mentioned I have been thinking about revisiting it again. Just here and there as time allows. I miss my characters. And, now I realize how authors have these voices in their head. They have been asking me where have I been and what happens next in their lives?<br />
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So, in the shower this morning a few of my stories I had written crossed my mind. One in particular. The short story I wrote about our dog, Dulce. The story of how we came to adopt her. Or as I say, she adopted us. I wrote it from her point of view.<br />
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I thought, "That's a really good story. I should self-publish it." Then it hit me! "What if I self published it and then let the animal care services here locally sell them. I would only charge about 50% to cover the expenses of publication. My kids might even be able to provide the cover art and a few pictures of scenes in the story. In fact, Farmer, Jr. already inquired about who would do the pictures (hinting he was interested in throwing his hat into the ring). The other 50% would be donated to the facility. We have a few other of these facilities in town too but I would start with the one where we got Brandi from.<br />
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And, if it worked out, it would be a fun project to write about Brandi's story as well...<br />
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So, what do you think of my idea? I'm reviewing the story and even though I was provided with edits and possible changes by my instructor I have a dear friend, <a href="https://www.blogger.com/mlgarrett.blogspot.com">Melissa Garrett</a>, whom I trust fully to offer edit ideas and other options I might need to consider.<br />
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So, what do you think? Should I GO with it??? It would be fun for me, involve the kids if they can draw a few scenes well, and it would benefit our furry friends.<br />
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Comments and thoughts please and thank you!<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #6aa84f;">FARMER*S WIFE</span></i></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-45163041882082786022015-02-04T10:42:00.001-06:002015-02-04T10:42:25.756-06:00Take it day by day, and hope to sleep during the nights in between.Howdy!<div><br></div><div>I know. Two month late again when I had decided to begin blogging regularly again. My friend and wonderful author went back to blogging again and although I keep up with her day to day on Facebook I still love her blog entries.</div><div><br></div><div>Then I think of all the things I want to blog/diary about and then I don't do it. Currently my excuse is that my 7 year old MAC is in the electronic hospital. He's doing well and out of ICU but he has to stay a few days longer to be sure his hard drive (heart) surgery holds.</div><div><br></div><div>I know I'm silly about things. Some people giggle that I've named things. But my things are important to me. As a child I had few really nice things. So the care and protection I provided as a child has carried over into my adulthood.</div><div><br></div><div>It is heart warming when I see me children, already 11 1/2 and recently 13 still taking time to snuggle each of their stuffed animals in to bed with them (Lil'Gal has suc a collection that she actually wrote a weekly schedule of who gets what night to snuggle with her) *CUTE* right?</div><div><br></div><div>Blogging from the iPad since MAC is in physical therapy is hard. But blogger, as I have finally discovered, has improved the app. ie: I can put pictures where I want to. </div><div><br></div><div>Remember when Big Mama went in the ditch with me and the kids after church but kept us safe? Even with the ten foot drop? Poor Big Mama. She has kept us safe through so many incidents. Monday picking the kids up from school and heading home I was side swiped on the right while making a left hand turn from the left hand turn lane and INTO the left lane of my right away. Unlike other people who cross over into the second lane.</div><div><br></div><div>Big Mama got her side swiped and power mirror torn off. I carefully pulled into a parking lot to see if the culprit would follow for insurance info. She did. We exchanged insurance info although I had to teach her how to use her phone to take a copy of my insurance. She said, "I think you hit me?" I replied, "Um, I don't think so. I was in my lane, green turning arrow and turned into my lane... So I couldn't have hit you. I think you turned from the wrong lane or glided into me. We will just let insurance work it out. She was shaking. I was fine because I knew it wasn't my fault." Anyhow. Never a call from her insurance so I guess her family and agent told her she was lucky I wasn't suing or filing against her.</div><div><br></div><div>My Big Mama, my favorite vehicle I have ever had with the most sentimental value has been through so much! (I own the ditch incident although I just don't understand to this day, that a turn home from Sunday morning church I've made a hundred thousand times, ended me up in that ditch.)</div><div><br></div><div>Are you bored of reading me yet? Maybe I should save the Livestock show update and stress of a rabbit dying very other day for my next post. We didn't make the top ten or top anything but WE DID make the blue ribbon sale and that is the most important part of the auction. Farmer, Jr. Placed first with his salty peanut butter bars so I'll have to share that recipe. And Lil'Gal placed 4th in her division in AG mechanics so she got a pink rosette ribbon and several cool prizes!</div><div><br></div><div>Over all, things are well. Next post I'll share the interesting facts about a full put hip replacement at the early age of 42. Some people are completely astounded and thrilled at my rapid recovery; others are jealous of my age and agility. Either way, 2015 with a few exceptions is treating me better than 2014. 2014 was kinda, dare I say it, $h!TTY to me.</div><div><br></div><div>But I'm always the optimist! I've refund my looking up and not down. And yes, even if coffee on a cold morning like today, my Glass is Half Full (okay, I had two cups of coffee waiting on Big Mama's oil and tire treatment). But tonight I'll be more than half full - and I don't mean coffee! </div><div><br></div><div>Happy Hump-Day! FW/GHFG!</div><div><br></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-46244606985976423292015-02-04T10:17:00.001-06:002015-02-04T10:17:02.984-06:00Holiday bloggingSo, since my surgery I haven't signed in to keep up with my blogging. Primarily because I spend most of my time propped on the couch when I'm not working my hip and leg. Which means I'm pretty much online via the iPad and/or the iPhone.<div><br></div><div>I'm not crazy about the blogger app. Maybe I should try blogging online again using the pad. It might be new and improved and I DO have my wireless keyboard. The blogging app doesn't let me decide where I want to place pictures, etc.</div><div><br></div><div>This weekend I shall hop up on the barstool and do a proper blog via the LT. And fill everyone in on the nine day progress report from my Surgeon and finally a bunny update.</div><div><br></div><div>I know. It's been brought to my attention that things are quiet and boring in bunny world this year.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDmOqcjm5Z-ZN9qtgshPcfrDM0AzQnV0EznnXkbb_CTfTBQgyIFDdq7pIf8GiFJJi3bfxrlO14lG2rN3S1wCbykPEPr5YYRkJd_9ue8GvxKkJWFrr27c3RHUj8m8OwiwAR9C2ouqXv_l2/s640/blogger-image--2127010322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDmOqcjm5Z-ZN9qtgshPcfrDM0AzQnV0EznnXkbb_CTfTBQgyIFDdq7pIf8GiFJJi3bfxrlO14lG2rN3S1wCbykPEPr5YYRkJd_9ue8GvxKkJWFrr27c3RHUj8m8OwiwAR9C2ouqXv_l2/s640/blogger-image--2127010322.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Actually, it has been a bit distressing. We were supposed to get two five pens of Californians. But we only got two four pens. So that already left us short spares for each pen. Then Lil'Gal's came down Ill and died one, by one, by one until we lost an entire pen. Knowing Lil'Gal, she had a production for each of the losses. And she was upset that they were all 'her's'. Even though I continually try to express to her that they are all 'our' rabbits. Luckily, our rabbit chair and dear friend has three New Zealands that we will be able to raise. </div><div><br></div><div>So fingers crossed, both kids will be able to make the blue ribbon sale.</div><div><br></div><div>IF I can EVER get out to the bunny barn I will start posting bunny pics. (As I am sure everyone, including myself, is tired of hip stories.)</div><div><br></div><div>So there is my Thursday evening post. Not looking forward to the eight hour round trip drive tomorrow. This holiday break just hasn't been going how I had it planned in my head. But the tree is decorated, our trees and moving reindeer look bright I the yard at night, and Buddy the Elf has gotten over his bug and is back in the game.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUR0e4LEga2_9dMcHkiM_kH3XFFHVs_FMVkk5CYvGn5VZ9Yj5TWt9RmdZwPXhM3rjcLaz_v86a0eYBjH_1H9dvJYqoZpQABU2f6nLD7CPucp8eGXvwK80Gg9TKyLcuPFD6_CsfTYJVtxZ/s640/blogger-image-495956200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUR0e4LEga2_9dMcHkiM_kH3XFFHVs_FMVkk5CYvGn5VZ9Yj5TWt9RmdZwPXhM3rjcLaz_v86a0eYBjH_1H9dvJYqoZpQABU2f6nLD7CPucp8eGXvwK80Gg9TKyLcuPFD6_CsfTYJVtxZ/s640/blogger-image-495956200.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Here are MY babies with THIER polish babies after having just cleaned out the bunny barn. Our bunny barn is awesome! Now if I can just hobble myself out there!</div><div><br></div><div>Anyhow, happy Thursday. I promise a more entertaining post next time. Meanwhile,</div><div><br></div><div>Happy holidays!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script expr:src='"http://feeds.feedburner.com/~s/ImAnOptimistImA?i=" + data:post.url' type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"></script></div>Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Fullhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369013637299261668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9186539952058305290.post-45892228758497695492014-12-03T21:59:00.000-06:002014-12-03T22:02:45.238-06:00ZERO is UNACCEPTABLE in Glass Half Full's HouseParenting is beautiful, it is fun and loving and everlasting if we are so blessed. Sometimes though. It can be frustrating. We have to go from the euphoria of loving our children as they turn into toddlers with minds of their own, tweens, teens and what I have yet to venture - ADULTS.<br />
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Lil'Gal, as anyone who follows me anywhere knows - has a MIND of her own. Before children, I had life with a daughter all fantasized in my mind. But even though we have bows and cuddles and tells stories together (well, her at 11 and in middle school while I secretly check the list to be sure we are on the same front and take names of the students I want to keep a-watch-on) we still find ourselves on the same page quite often.<br />
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Farmer, Jr. pretty much just tows the rope = anything that will get him to his next fishing trip or hunting excursion. (I remind him often how lucky he is to have so many opportunities afforded to him thanks the the hard work of his parents [Me and Daddy], his grandparents and all the sharing and wonderful friends we have.)<br />
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Even considering his dysgraphic disability he makes fantastic grades. A) He works as hard as he can; B) Under 504 the school knows he is an over achiever but that he needs accommodations to demonstrated that. C) He is blessed to have parents who are very involved and teachers who work with the parents and students.<br />
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So, today. The last week of the third week grading period. BEFORE WE ARE OFF FOR A MONTH. I receive a notification email that he has…. wait… I must breathe…. Okay…. No… wait….<br />
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A ZERO on an Independent Reading Assignment. HE READS LIKE A GENOUS (the boy can't write or print or get a word on paper but he could interpret an entire three book series as a play written in millions of words.).<br />
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I emailed his teacher immediately and as soon as I got him to myself at school I inquired:<br />
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"Ahem. What about that Independent Reading Assignment. You received a zero."<br />
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FJ, "What? I don't know what you are talking about…. Um, wait. Maybe. Let me see if it is in my binder. *searching overly full binder* I think this is it. But I didn't understand it."<br />
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Me, [Reading. For him? The easiest FREEEKING assignment ever, knowing him and his reading.]<br />
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Me, "WTHell?"<br />
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FJ, "Well, I didn't understand it and I didn't have a book to read."<br />
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Me, "Um, look at your bookshelf. You have hundreds of books there that you have read and I can ask you a question about any one of them and you could totally tell me the entire story in cliff notes."<br />
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FJ, "Well, its too late."<br />
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Me, "UM, NO. PICK A BOOK AND DO THE ASSIGNMENT."<br />
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FJ, *Huffing off.*<br />
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Like less than ten minutes later:<br />
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FJ, "Here it is. I picked my questions and wrote them on the sheet."<br />
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Me, [reviewing his answers], A) The assignment was to write the answers on a separate piece of paper and stapled to the assignment sheet. B) We can't read your answers (due to his dysgraphia) so you can dictate your answers and I will type them and we will attach both sheets.<br />
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FJ, "I am NOT going to rewrite the answers for such a small assignment (it is a minor grade and he currently has an A in his worst subject.)<br />
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Me, "UM. OH YES YOU WILL. *Pointing to Instructions* and you WILL dictate to me your answers. AND lucky for you I WILL type them up for you and print them and you will attach them to your assignment sheet."<br />
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FJ, "For such a minor grade?"<br />
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Me, "ZEROS are UNACCEPTABLE in THIS HOUSE."<br />
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Parenting is truly a joy. Not a right, but a beautiful gift and responsibility. My kids are awesome and great! But I raise them with the concept. Do you wanna' just do enough to get by? Or do you wanna' rule your world. In the end it is their decision. All we can do is direct them.<br />
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But little life lessons like the one tonight weigh out in the end. Things I taught my children and lessons I expressed and explained when they were five and six, they still bring to the table at 11 1/3 and weeks from 13. Every lesson counts. Every hug counts. Every atta'boy counts. And on the rare occasion the "that's all you feel like offering of yourself?" Makes a point too.<br />
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Happy parenting. It is by most… my favorite career ever.<br />
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So today was my pre-op for my surgery next week. You know. The one I keep spamming Facebook, your text messages, your email in-box, and chat all to say, "GUESS WHAT NOW!"<br />
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Although, I do have to say and I'm hoping y'all have all realized, that I'm rarely whining about pain now because I am now on the downside hill of the wait. And I'm basically EXCITED about my hip replacement surgery now. I know right? EXCITED? Okay, well almost… I'm still a little leery and keeping my head somewhat focused on the 'after surgery' issues. And, as I said to Hubby this afternoon, "I'm still aware of the reality that 'after' surgery I will have severe pain. But it will be a healing pain… So, I'm okay with that. [Still not looking forward to the first time you wake from anesthesia and pain meds. But I'll suffer though with my sweet little button in my hand the first day that will deliver pain meds at my every need and want.]<br />
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Anyhoo, I had the typical lab work, an EKG, then a nasal swab and groin swab to be sure that I haven't been exposed to or am currently carrying any illness, infection, etc that might rear its ugly head between now and next week.<br />
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The staff was awesome. It is like a little family at this hospital facility. As previously mentioned, the physician groups in the building beside bought out the former birthing hospital and it has been modified into a fantastic surgical hospital.<br />
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My appointment went pretty fast. We left town at 8:15 and arrived early for my appointment. We were on our way out in about two and a half hours and were home by 7:30 this evening!<br />
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Anyhow, at my orientation and completing the final paperwork, etc., I was handed this little label with the following listed on it for my choosing:<br />
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Water Plain Yes, No Sparkling Yes, No<br />
Chocolates Yes, No Mints Yes, No<br />
Aroma therapy Yes, No (in the room! I selected just for my pillow since Hubby has allergies)<br />
Audio therapy Yes, No (they can do that in a hospital suite?)<br />
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I was instructed that the aforementioned was at no addition expense to me or my insurance but it is just a service they like to provide to make their patients more comfortable. SAWEEEEET!<br />
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They don't have a hospital cafeteria. The have an on STAFF CHEF! So, I get to 'order' my meal preference from the 'cafe' and it will be delivered as specified to my room. For each meal.<br />
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So now all I have to do before surgery is:<br />
- decide on prints and order photo invites for the Livestock show<br />
- mail out 50 plus invites for LSS<br />
- pick up Livestock show vouchers, and labels for entries<br />
- CCD stuff<br />
- all laundry in the house to at least get us through one week before I'm home and able to piddle around<br />
- Finish the Christmas shopping<br />
- Hair Appointment (to get me through the Holidays until I'm driving again)<br />
- nail appointment (hey, I can't go four weeks looking puke during the holidays)<br />
- decide with kids on recipes to work on during the holiday break for LSS since I'll be home bound<br />
- weekend grocery shopping to fill our staples since I won't be able to drive for weeks*<br />
- *[Hubby can do some grocery shopping; as Moms we all know we handle the staples in the house)<br />
- Additional errands and extracurricular events handled before I am homebound<br />
- Emails, phone calls, etc to get things lined out<br />
- work out arrangements for getting our CA's (californian rabbits) in for the show<br />
- more CCD stuff; auction and end of semester party; assign parts for the Christmas pageant since I will<br />
miss at least one Sunday class<br />
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I've got seven days max to get through all of this! But I know I can do it.<br />
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Oh, and as it is the first day of December and time to start counting down to Advent -<br />
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Happy Holidays!</span></b><br />
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First of all, our insurance decided it will only approve Farmer, Jr's prescription for his ADHD med with the name brand. The name brand is more expensive but I wouldn't mind if covered by insurance. However most if not all pharmacies, at least in our area, do not even carry the name brand. Generic only. So, now we have been in a battle regarding insurance coverage of FJ's medication.<br />
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We finally had to pay the entire amount of one month out of pocket as changing the medication type isn't a preferable option. I have spoken with numerous parents who have tried various ADHD meds and their children have had HORRID side affects. So, if it is working - risking change shouldn't be a consideration.<br />
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On another note, the laws have changed in the last two months regarding narcotics and prescription medications. I myself prefer not to take a pill unless I have to. Although, I have found myself on blood pressure medication, thyroid meds and the little happy pill for anxiety. But, I'm speaking primarily about pain medications. (I also prefer NOT to take an antibiotic unless I know I really need it. IMO my body's immune system needs to stay as strong <i><b>on its own </b></i>as possible.)<br />
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But over most of this past year I've developed severe chronic pain in my right hip. At first I thought it was my sciatica, then I thought it was popping hip syndrome which I had as a kid. Then I thought arthritis and lack of exercise (which is what exacerbated it in the first place. I go to the gym to get in SHAPE and I end up in PAIN and unable to exercise).<br />
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I went to my chiropractor, I went to my MD, I went to a personal trainer to work on my core and range of motion and mobility. Finally, I went to a hip and joint specialist. I tried a steroid injection but it only lasted two months instead of six. Turns out? My hip is degenerating.<br />
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The bone is not getting enough blood flow and thus it is dying. Apparently, as a child it grew in a more flattened shape rather than a well rounded ball. Which was cause of my issues as a child. So in the end after researching and finally meeting with a fantastic surgeon out of Austin, Texas, I have scheduled myself for a full hip replacement. I'm actually quite optimistic about it, knowing that come a few weeks and a few weeks of PT I will have relief from this constant chronic pain.<br />
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The RANT? Pain medication. I can't get it! Hardly. And I NEED IT. A few months ago the first specialist I saw that diagnosed me as needing a hip replacement. He prescribed me Hydrocodone. Normally, I wouldn't want that medication. I haven't taken in it years and years since I was having serious back issues when the kids were little. Even then I only took it at night.<br />
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The specialist prescribed me a months worth. When I finally returned because the shot had worn off and it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to put off the surgery with injections twice a year like I had hoped, he was unable to prescribe that medication to me to get me through until my surgery.<br />
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Hardly anyone can. So, I have been prescribed Tramadol (which does nothing), and Tylenol-Codeine 3 (which I have to double up on for any relief). Even my surgeon has a letter to his patients understanding WHY these medications are now being so regulated but at the same time frustrated because patients like his who really need it can't get it. Those doctors who over prescribe and those patients who abuse medications leave those of us whom they were designed for still sitting in pain.<br />
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Awful, chronic pain. So, as requested by my surgeon I wrote our congressman. Hubby in fact, had a chance to meet with him last week regarding agricultural issues. And as I suggested, he brought up the issue about managing pain and the issues regarding prescribing it to those who truly need it.<br />
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It is SO frustrating that I and others are penalized and forced to suffer chronically because others are disrespectful and abusive and inconsiderate to those of us who actually need and deserve relief to function.<br />
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My dad is having the same issue. If my mom were to lose her pain medication she would die from the pain. I have a new understanding for those with chronic pain. Although I have always empathized, now in that same situation I have developed a new understanding.<br />
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So write your congressman. The deserving and in need shouldn't be penalized by the jack-@$$es who abuse their medications.<br />
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Off soap box…for now anyhow. On a side note, tomorrow is Thanksgiving! Find what you are thankful for. No matter how down and out things can seem, there is always a seed of hope if you just look for it. :-)<br />
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See, told ya' I'd be back. Today I've been pretty lazy. This morning I just felt like I had no juice flowing. Morning came too early me thinks. Part of it is frustration from constantly feeling like I'm not whole.<br />
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I haven't even showered yet (bad FW, bad bad). Lil'Gal has an appointment with her urology office so I'll be jumping in pretty soon. I HATE having to get the kids out of school early though. With all the state mandated testing I just hate for the kids to miss any instruction. While I understand the purpose of State Mandated testing I really think they are taking it too far. Kids are doing math one to two grades ahead of their actual grade level. Which makes me wonder, what is the point of even having a 'grade level'?<br />
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Anyhoo, enough about school. Thanksgiving is coming!!! Who's ready!?<br />
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GOBBLE, GOBBLE, GOBBLE!!!<br />
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Originally we were going to spend it with my brothers in Houston but things fell through. Poo. Not that I'll starve by any means. MIL makes a fantastic bounty of food. Well, we all pitch in a little here and there. This year I'm totally going to have to tighten my belt though. I've been doing pretty well about dropping some weight before my surgery date on the 10th of December. It takes a lot of restraint. And Thanksgiving will be a test of determination and will power. Especially, since I can't really do any type of cardio or exercise other than a few core routines.<br />
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I'm down an average of six - eight pounds and have another ten to go so that I won't be puffy faced and have this horrible ring around my waist. I have to say that I'm physically feeling better as I drop a pound here and there too. *pats self on back* A big part of this is having to give up my cheap koolaid. It's a sacrifice I'm willing (okay, begrudgingly) to make for the betterment of myself :-).<br />
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Okay. So, not much to put out here today. My wonderful blogging wit and humor that y'all have so fallen in love with are still a little rusty. But the important thing is - I'M HERE!<br />
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And it's only Monday… Make it a great week y'all!<br />
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So, I'm ending my hiatus and coming home. I think blogging is also good for my attitude. I miss the interfacing I find here in my Optimistic world.<br />
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So, what's new you ask? Grab a cup of coffee or a glass of wine.<br />
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Both my kids are in middle school now. I'm really proud of how well they have adapted to juggling 8 classes and extra curricular activities. Unfortunately, I haven't been ableo substitute so far this year for reasons listed further down in the post. :-(<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: magenta;">Lil'Gal</span></i></b> is in band. She plays the flute and she's actually pretty good! [She has the lips for it ;-) ] She's also in theater arts which, as y'all know she has dramatics cornered, and she LOVES IT! And she's a Junior now in Girl Scouts - be looking for her cookie sales pitch come mid January. ;-)<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #38761d;">Farmer, Jr.</span></i></b> has been pulling in great grades! Both of my kids are! I'm really proud of Farmer, Jr. because he has been working really hard to do his best in school and he isn't allowing his dysgraphia to hinder him. The school counselor and teachers are really great and work with him and myself. We are so lucky to be in a district that takes learning disabilities so seriously.<br />
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As for extracurricular with Farmer, Jr., hunting and fishing are his life. And of course driving the tractor or anything on the farm.<br />
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Both kids are still active in 4-H and preparing for this upcoming livestock show.<br />
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Which brings me to…… <b><span style="font-size: large;">BUNNIES!!!</span></b><br />
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I FINALLY got my BUNNY BARN! It is air conditioned so the bunnies aren't stressed by the summer and often even winter heat. I'll have to try and get a picture after the kids sweep and clean up in there. I just love it though! Hubby did AWESOME!</div>
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We currently have four polish, fancy show bunnies, one breeder buck and the of course the pets. Pepper and Paprika. (Pics to come in another post) We pick up our Californian meat pens on December 6th! Pretty soon we will bunnies EVERYWHERE! 17 cute little noses and 34 cute little ears are just too irresistible!</div>
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Those of you who follow me on Facebook know that I have had difficulty with my hip. It started in the spring when Hubby and I joined the gym. Well, actually I had a serious issue as a kid and off and on it would bother me here and there over the years. But never severe. </div>
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Anyhow, it was time that both of us get back in shape. I was really kickin' it, or should I say s<i>pinning it</i>, in spin class. I LUUUUUVED spin class! I also participated in the 'Muscles In Motion' class. I was finally feeling good about myself and dropping some of the excess weight that found its way around my waistline.<br />
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I started having severe issued with my hip. It rapidly went down hill to the point that driving was a painful issue, walking hurt, trying to sit down or trying to get back up. I literally found myself crawling to the restroom in the middle of the night. Which I refer to as the crawl of shame.<br />
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I saw my chiropractor thinking it was caused by my sciatica. I met with personal trainer three times a week to work on my core and my range of motion. Finally I saw my regular practitioner who referred me to a joint specialist. After an x-ray it was determined that I have necrosis in my hip. Which means the bone is dying due to a poor blood supply and it is basically crumbling.<br />
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<b><span style="color: red;">BONE on BONE = SEVERE PAIN</span></b></div>
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I have to say, I have a new understanding for people with chronic pain issues. I've always been empathic. But, being in this situation myself? Totally changed my perspective. Where I thought I was being supportive before I now realize no one has any idea of what chronic pain is until you experience it.<br />
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The specialist stated that I <i>could try</i> a steroid injection but that ultimately I am a candidate for and am going to need a hip replacement. I tried the injection. After about a week it kicked in and I was on top of the world! No more waking up in pain all night long. No more limping around. No more falling down. (I fell down a LOT. My body looked like Hubby had been beating me.) No more crawl of shame. I thought, "Hey! If I can get one of these every six months then I can put surgery off for a couple of years!) NO GO.<br />
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About two months later I started going down hill - fast. I was back to falling down, limping around, howling in pain when I tried to sit down, waking due to extreme chronic pain, and the crawl of shame.<br />
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The GOOD NEWS? I found a <i>fantastic </i>surgeon in Austin do to word of mouth from friends who have had similar issues. His surgical group is one of the best (if not THE best) in the nation! He's is state of the art in his field! I'll have my own SUITE in the hospital while I'm there. And, I've been told by former patients that the food is wonderful. Like a 5 star hotel!<br />
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So while I was somewhat depressed for months knowing that the inevitable was ahead of me, I'm now optimistic and excited to have this done. I'm schedule for surgery on December 7th! I should be healed in time for Christmas and the bonus is the kids will be on winter break so I don't have to worry about school, etc. The recovery is about three weeks with physical therapy.<br />
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So come mid December I will no longer be Glass Half Full Gal. <b><span style="color: magenta;">I'll be BIONIC Glass Half Full Gal!</span></b><br />
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Happy Thursday and thanks for reading me!<br />
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