tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40703583128313151312024-02-06T21:18:45.663-06:00Everyday Chaos"may our home always be too small to hold all our friends and family"Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-30129966402000891142009-06-16T11:07:00.001-05:002009-06-16T11:08:39.672-05:00To My Dad on Fathers DayFrom my earliest memories of you to the present, I have always been proud to call you my dad.<br />I remember sitting on your lap and snuggling and feeling like no matter what you would protect me. Even though I've made choices in my life where you weren't able to protect me, I know that if you could have, you would have. I remember getting up early and going fishing, learning how to bait my hook (YUCK) and take care of the fish once they were caught. We would just fish and chat and even though I don't remember what we talked about, I'm positive you taught me several life lessons. I remember Friday night fish fries, where you'd take me along to get our take-out meals and give me your lemon so I could try to eat it without making a face. I remember packing to go camping and how much I loved it. I remember that you were the best looking, hardest working, strongest, most talented, smartest..........daddy in the whole wide world. You could do anything. If there ever was a time I didn't know something, I knew you would have the answer. And now, I just want you to know, I still believe all those things and I love you VERY much!<br />LinLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com110tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-44121782646553329282009-06-02T10:21:00.007-05:002009-06-02T11:46:52.640-05:00Time Slows Down For No ManSo, November has quickly turned to June and we are only 11 days away from the wedding. The day we welcome another member officially into our family. I am SO excited. Sarah is such a joy. They seem to have so much fun together. I have loved having things going on that have brought my family home. So next summer...... Jimmy graduates...... no weddings in the works, but with Polly having had her 20th Birthday and Peggy about to have 18, it's only a matter of time. Then I sit back and think about what a shame it is that we have to have things going on in order to see loved ones. I'm probably the worst one , because I allow my life and the things in it to consume my time and not take advantage of the time God gives me. I have seen and talked to my dad more in the past couple of monthes than I had in a couple years before that. But, why did it have to take him losing his wife of over 30 years for that to happen? There are reasons I know, but are any of them good enough to miss out on so much? I also have a brother whom I haven't had much contact with throughout the years, even though I think of him often and love him, life comes in and takes over. I have gotten to see him twice so far this year and he and his wife will be here for the wedding. I want to make a way for that to continue and add time with a sister whom I want to get to know better. Then I look at my kids and grand kids and think about how there are long stretches of time where I don't see them or even talk to them. I don't want to lose those times. Even the kids that are in town, everyone is so busy (me included) that we just lose touch and I don't want that. I guess the reason for this contemplative mood is a book I read the past couple of days. A friend of mine from northern Minnesota lost a daughter to a terrible accident almost nine years ago and has written a book about the incident. I remember her calling me in the middle of the night to tell me and feeling like I was so far away (we had just moved) that I couldn't do anything. The thing that keeps coming back to mind is, have I taken the time to be with each of my loved ones and made sure that they know how much I love them? Have I put things down and spent time with them? Not enough..... help me Lord to make that happen.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-50523472230479722322009-05-08T10:58:00.006-05:002009-05-09T01:39:31.481-05:00To My Kids on Mother's DayBeing a mom to all of you is the best job in the whole world. I am so proud of all of you! You make me as your mom look good. I wish I could say that the reason you are all what you are today, is because of me. But, I know that with all the mistakes I made, it is only because of all the prayers that you all turned out so wonderful. Jessica, my poor firstborn, you had to be the one that I began my learning journey on. You have turned into a beautiful woman, with a beautiful family. I am so proud of everything you have accomplished. Going back to school while taking care of a family is something not everyone could have done and you made it look easy. Your boys are so lucky to have you for their mom. Betsy, you were so different from Jessica as a child, that I had no clue what I was doing most of the time. I am so sorry for the years where I didn't understand you. I can tell that you are a wonderful mother already, even though you've only had the job part time so far. You are the most giving person I know. I want to be just like you when I grow up! Carrie, you I understood the best. I at least knew that every child is different when you came along. You were way too much like me. Sometimes that was a good thing, but other times I knew (and still know) what you were thinking. Scary! Thank you for taking all the good mothering skills I had and using them and trying to learn from my mistakes. Bob, my first son, I never understood but always loved! I still don't understand how with 3 older sisters, you could pick up any object and turn it into a car or train. You made mothering the younger kids a whole lot easier with your example. I can never thank you enough for always saying, "coming" when I would call you. It was a wonderful example to the younger kids. Jeanne, I understood you the least, but again I always loved you. Looking back I would have done many things differently. Polly, oh Polly! You have always been such a joy. You are the most encouraging person I know. I have had people come to me and ask if you were my daughter, then tell me how you encouraged them in one way or another. I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile when you leave home. Peggy, my creative one. You have such a delightful mixture of fun and thoughtfulness, with a lot of opinion thrown in. I can't wait to see where you go in your journey through life. You brighten up so many lives with your little gifts left just when somebody needs them. Jimmy, where do I even start? You have been such a bright spot in so many lives. You are so ready with your wonderful smile. You have never been afraid of learning anything new. You have the personality everyone admires. Billy You have always been so hard to stay ahead of. Your mind works overtime, I think. I love the times when you sit and chat with me. You do so much! Bible bowl, media at church, youth group, ...... it's really neat how several people at church count on you.<br /><br />I just want you all to know how very much I love you and I am so glad God chose me to be your mom!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-23232958332025262952009-05-08T10:44:00.002-05:002009-05-08T10:57:15.530-05:00Carrie and the kids are coming Sunday, staying for 2 weeks and I'm so excited. I don't want to go back to living in Iowa, but I really miss seeing my kids and grandkids more often. I used to see Jessica and the boys once a week during piano lessons and Carrie and I would meet and shop, or just visit. I wish that we were all closer. I know this is the way that it is "supposed" to be. Kids leave their family and have their own family, but it still is hard for this mom. I have a friend who has had her daughter and kids move in with them. In my warped mind, I'm jealous. Even though, I know that's not the way God intended a family and I would never wish my kids to go through that heartache, I want them close. Maybe, I should have had more kids! HA HALindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-64503147088975249082009-05-04T21:49:00.003-05:002009-05-04T22:04:24.980-05:00Clothes ShoppingI hate clothes shopping. First off, I don't like trying on clothes, I don't like the prices and don't like the limited styles. I have been looking for dresses for several different functions lately and haven't had any luck. Last weekend I was looking for a dress for a banquet and didn't find anything. I've also been looking for a dress for Peggy's graduation and one for Bob and Sarah's wedding. So far, I haven't found what I wanted. I do much better when someone comes along and encourages me to try different things on. Sarah and Peggy went along one day last week, but our time was limited. I think I'll wait and see if Carrie and Betsy will come along next week!<br />I love spending time with my kids. (You too Sarah!) I am so blessed!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-9234302144251803302009-04-17T00:54:00.002-05:002009-04-17T01:11:24.135-05:00My Entryway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_AP5176YxuiSfjyQDSbSx4rWbd2SAqqSuaelhnmobWJV9Vful6-36BCV6HFU1C_hpr3c4HNkK76i27TJVYimNRq4Xd-W-R2x1u57Ijqmh5YA4jr12stWs8MXMM1xzC_jCl-X6Y-aOqra/s1600-h/4-16-09+093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325535077199501474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_AP5176YxuiSfjyQDSbSx4rWbd2SAqqSuaelhnmobWJV9Vful6-36BCV6HFU1C_hpr3c4HNkK76i27TJVYimNRq4Xd-W-R2x1u57Ijqmh5YA4jr12stWs8MXMM1xzC_jCl-X6Y-aOqra/s320/4-16-09+093.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well, I'm going to try blogging again. I love reading what everyone else is doing and even though the things I do aren't as interesting, I'll try to keep people posted. I've decided that one reason I have trouble keeping up with my blog, is it's too much like journaling and I have never liked journaling. I have also decided that journaling is healthy, so I'll try again.<br />I have had the past 2 days off and my project was my entryway. (Plus several other projects that didn't get done.) I have wanted to get more family pictures up and thought this was the best spot. I needed a cabinet/shelf above my microwave in the kitchen and also wanted some sort of saying by the pictures in the entryway. I bought an unfinished 12x30 cabinet, took the door off, turned it sideways and had Dale mount it so I'd have a shelf, but there would still be the support for the microwave. I then took the door and painted it to make the sign by the pictures. It says "together we're a family". I will just keep adding pictures. I really like how it turned out.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj99CNHYgzUl1WSA8oZutGmq9g-CgItYajYY89vmW6IhYUO8ELoVPBO1IOo_oPNq9bgY2UIVHTHaM8mZ5AZFV5JmZqsBcBYMRaZ0xlZMy5BsuvDGl2I0_Saxa0EzZ-7EiQAbrSFeLqBVDK/s1600-h/4-16-09+096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325535073674972562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj99CNHYgzUl1WSA8oZutGmq9g-CgItYajYY89vmW6IhYUO8ELoVPBO1IOo_oPNq9bgY2UIVHTHaM8mZ5AZFV5JmZqsBcBYMRaZ0xlZMy5BsuvDGl2I0_Saxa0EzZ-7EiQAbrSFeLqBVDK/s320/4-16-09+096.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-22586914283894183602008-12-21T21:05:00.000-06:002008-12-21T21:18:02.177-06:00My WeekI have finished my first full week at Bakers Square and started into my second. I think I'm going to really love it. During training I am putting in more hours than I will after training, but it is still less than I was working. Right now I am staying about an hour longer than the manager on duty, so I can tell where my hours will be. I was told that we would get tired of pie, but I don't think they know my family very well. There is quite a bit to learn, some of it easy because of my last position. <br />Tomorrow is my day off, so I need to start and finish my Christmas shopping! I hope it's quite a bit warmer than it was today. It was -16 at 6:30 this morning. I really like 6:30 - 3 better than 4:30 - 3!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-46888565446836821482008-11-26T10:15:00.000-06:002008-11-26T10:17:34.597-06:00What A Way To Wake Up!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5XLcP86FaHuWcgwGteMoGdMKVUH3k0E79yecGeh3CpKTqGu_KKOmTFYh4AzFJgp6PykBsOpoosRwatwC9unfoZRJDwENPVkTco2_hhUbhUwJxCDIltJE4UCGEReuucZ8_JXYibWdNOSO/s1600-h/100_1435.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273001057125200210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5XLcP86FaHuWcgwGteMoGdMKVUH3k0E79yecGeh3CpKTqGu_KKOmTFYh4AzFJgp6PykBsOpoosRwatwC9unfoZRJDwENPVkTco2_hhUbhUwJxCDIltJE4UCGEReuucZ8_JXYibWdNOSO/s320/100_1435.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-54615688515523858372008-11-21T13:53:00.000-06:002008-11-21T14:11:53.278-06:00The Big News<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHDpsY4P4W3cHnRKLYcjW7SJYTxQRQy2Pf-QU4YDq4DsTeNyjn6uKUqoG7MKkIDojx3rWLEFzO01sZXGqthWfv06Fb9GCitDlz4OPSSPb3s3Ak3WKI9-LrL65DBl71H0DXp9nLmTr6h-o/s1600-h/Bob+ans+Sarah3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271201697341233042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGHDpsY4P4W3cHnRKLYcjW7SJYTxQRQy2Pf-QU4YDq4DsTeNyjn6uKUqoG7MKkIDojx3rWLEFzO01sZXGqthWfv06Fb9GCitDlz4OPSSPb3s3Ak3WKI9-LrL65DBl71H0DXp9nLmTr6h-o/s320/Bob+ans+Sarah3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LJDZ_GZGBPlC7htyAUoqVQDia156q8Wg-0UfNmpZ4SGrzoUfnnrBHK3Fn9yX_IrcEX8A94qT8gWoP4QUMTBxZFGMt3IKP_frchAJZQpXwGWALwlRe5V9lvrBPGEEZ-90_rJ7m0irytne/s1600-h/Bob+and+Sarah2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271201695961882898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LJDZ_GZGBPlC7htyAUoqVQDia156q8Wg-0UfNmpZ4SGrzoUfnnrBHK3Fn9yX_IrcEX8A94qT8gWoP4QUMTBxZFGMt3IKP_frchAJZQpXwGWALwlRe5V9lvrBPGEEZ-90_rJ7m0irytne/s320/Bob+and+Sarah2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZ0tX_xxpngQDhaQZoF6yI6woJm8RxfXjkPqQK8TWpqNnGvd5gM8PENc0Gtgh1JOCRxmkfY0rgBpgW8bjM9Iv95bKLlM2DvsdZyHNx_K2U8gl3S9v7-xZJFsQXJBSqdz6CosfvutfWfE5/s1600-h/Bob+and+Sarah.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271201691505629410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZ0tX_xxpngQDhaQZoF6yI6woJm8RxfXjkPqQK8TWpqNnGvd5gM8PENc0Gtgh1JOCRxmkfY0rgBpgW8bjM9Iv95bKLlM2DvsdZyHNx_K2U8gl3S9v7-xZJFsQXJBSqdz6CosfvutfWfE5/s320/Bob+and+Sarah.jpg" border="0" /></a> The latest happenings at our house are very exciting. Bob has spent the last several weeks being the romantic suitor that I knew he was. He spent weeks putting together a video for his girlfriend leading up to his finale of asking her to marry him. She said "yes". I must admit to slight jealousy, but just slight. I suppose the roses that I once received and the gifts he would buy me will now go to his new love. (As they should.) No more beautiful hutches ........ Okay Jimmy and Billy it's time to get jobs and take over Bobs role here.</div><div></div><div>I was always told that since a relationship between a mother and son is so special, that nobody would be good enough. Even though I think Bob is an exceptional son, I don't have those feelings for Sarah. I love watching the two of them and even though I know they'll have struggles because everyone does .......... they'll weather the storms. I always teased Bob that I should pick out his wife and we'd chuckle, but I couldn't have picked better for him myself! I love you both!!<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-47618684416304288662008-11-19T11:38:00.000-06:002008-11-19T11:50:35.701-06:00Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkJPtp4-ZpJYBsmvKU0HO8NYsCoSunj6pJ9mE0aeyO-COpxpkpudh67mmOUDakHhyphenhyphen4_djKzbznh0i7fe8flb35T-A5pm5ZjB7Mpoc544TCXmUwuQ_17sdxE-61msJf5s2J44qLiUbnt2U/s1600-h/three_pie_shot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270427422895294658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZkJPtp4-ZpJYBsmvKU0HO8NYsCoSunj6pJ9mE0aeyO-COpxpkpudh67mmOUDakHhyphenhyphen4_djKzbznh0i7fe8flb35T-A5pm5ZjB7Mpoc544TCXmUwuQ_17sdxE-61msJf5s2J44qLiUbnt2U/s320/three_pie_shot.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's time to update everyone. I have decided to make a change in my job. I work entirely too many hours. I feel like I've been missing out on so many things. When kids and grandkids visit I'm too tired to do anything. I haven't been able to spend time with the ones that are still home. And my house isn't as clean as I'd like it to be. So, I have stepped down as the general manager at Panera Bread and accepted an assistant manager position at Bakers Square. Trading bread for pies.....hmmmm... Hopefully, I'll be able to keep everyone posted with things that are happening in our life. </div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-3834962415027962502008-10-16T15:55:00.000-05:002008-10-16T16:02:02.490-05:00Lessons From My Grand Dog<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSkcX3eY1HjDr-nLgoCS33pCn1iBwUTOSUO-yZQ0aUTn2RyBWf1XONDilfpDh-uCQ40JExh44_MyJwlIE7LRqHhvRW5elIzTCb3NhchYFvnzsiXUYSJ-MHT_NAlmKuCmv7Djphu2-hFcD/s1600-h/100_0891.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257859793060271474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHSkcX3eY1HjDr-nLgoCS33pCn1iBwUTOSUO-yZQ0aUTn2RyBWf1XONDilfpDh-uCQ40JExh44_MyJwlIE7LRqHhvRW5elIzTCb3NhchYFvnzsiXUYSJ-MHT_NAlmKuCmv7Djphu2-hFcD/s320/100_0891.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If a dog were your teacher you would learn stuff like... </div><br /><div>- When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.</div><br /><div>- Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. </div><br /><div>- Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. </div><br /><div>- When it's in your best interest -- practice obedience. </div><br /><div>- Let others know when they've invaded your territory. </div><br /><div>- Take naps and stretch before rising. </div><br /><div>- Run, romp, and play daily. </div><br /><div>- Thrive on attention and let people touch you. </div><br /><div>- Avoid biting, when a simple growl will do. </div><br /><div>- On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. </div><br /><div>- On hot days, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree. </div><br /><div>- When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. </div><br /><div>- No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout... run right back and make friends. </div><br /><div>- Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. </div><br /><div>- Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. </div><br /><div>- Be loyal. </div><br /><div>- Never pretend to be something you're not. </div><br /><div>- If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. </div><br /><div>- When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently. </div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-23729292003254481712008-10-11T11:27:00.000-05:002008-10-11T11:29:07.474-05:00AnswerIn all of the words listed, if you take the first letter, <br />place it at the end of the word, and then spell the <br />word backwards, it will be the same word.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-65512635927888267322008-10-08T20:15:00.001-05:002008-10-08T20:18:16.633-05:00Brain TeaserWhat do all these words have in common?<br /><br /> Banana <br /> Dresser <br /> Grammar <br /> Potato <br /> Revive <br /> Uneven <br /> AssessLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-23643394505129329872008-09-27T22:24:00.000-05:002008-09-27T22:28:32.170-05:00I feel fall in the air! I have such mixed feelings about fall. So many people talk about it being their favorite season, but as pretty as it is and as comfortable as the weather is..... I have to say it's my least favorite season. Fall means that winter is almost here and even though God promises the continuation of the seasons, it seems like a LONG time until spring again.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-33915685388900299392008-09-17T18:57:00.000-05:002008-09-17T19:03:37.404-05:00What a Good Looking Family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8FrJhnaEqvDKAOPe0sqTmBFpgjL4wWPOJA88C0Z1Qad3uYZVMlOJrCL9bIT2Yfn3ulI_x3L8podEDWBFFgGaNGxGYLAsO1RNucPNvwvd_B9RTqXZiZYXnwUNQaIGLsKDnntp3JSDHVp/s1600-h/MN+8302008+(6).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247143955760180210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb8FrJhnaEqvDKAOPe0sqTmBFpgjL4wWPOJA88C0Z1Qad3uYZVMlOJrCL9bIT2Yfn3ulI_x3L8podEDWBFFgGaNGxGYLAsO1RNucPNvwvd_B9RTqXZiZYXnwUNQaIGLsKDnntp3JSDHVp/s320/MN+8302008+(6).JPG" border="0" /></a> My dad sent me a picture of my brother and his family, so I thought I'd share it. My brother is the good looking one standing in the middle with his wife. Their son and his wife are standing on the left. The 2 girls are theirs. The couple on the right are my neice and her husband. I haven't seen them in a few years. I wish we were closer!<br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-9226666308078978472008-08-31T20:51:00.000-05:002008-08-31T20:54:37.569-05:00Isn't She Beautiful?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktJBeoev7-THQtQ8meTcA_qlgG4Nbh2efueZ4bBJA4FWM9X5CvPKPwrOjPr4a4zQbhx5-8hFn6pqPG9e7RWTIhFKvQvo70xh5Qpd1Ww1pagW6USPYXFvFKepmi3iIybXL-uWMS61cPdol/s1600-h/Peggy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240865234554599570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktJBeoev7-THQtQ8meTcA_qlgG4Nbh2efueZ4bBJA4FWM9X5CvPKPwrOjPr4a4zQbhx5-8hFn6pqPG9e7RWTIhFKvQvo70xh5Qpd1Ww1pagW6USPYXFvFKepmi3iIybXL-uWMS61cPdol/s320/Peggy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-45840127617195447682008-08-11T16:20:00.000-05:002008-08-11T16:44:47.278-05:00Sister's (in-law) Trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfK_h0E9GTb11QjqcZH4iiB_8VP1N8fkr4I8iEA3SX0EuDh71OtDiuN0_xR3do7Ik0VRuw19WrW6vNscxmNbKdvOpfNXTRGg9Pb6mld-BWeRU86gb_28dzTMF1GpjzQs9x81PfDUsKw4K/s1600-h/100_1067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233378165817508530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGfK_h0E9GTb11QjqcZH4iiB_8VP1N8fkr4I8iEA3SX0EuDh71OtDiuN0_xR3do7Ik0VRuw19WrW6vNscxmNbKdvOpfNXTRGg9Pb6mld-BWeRU86gb_28dzTMF1GpjzQs9x81PfDUsKw4K/s320/100_1067.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktfZMlsVlDgre-cIT9cl6kDYipDzwZDxVboSXom3LFOURUjm0NlVxDtw0dLiSIqh1g34HhTP3zxasOYXR3sEoDAIPYnSV1QyCCMz8c6vkkTAF_Hiqh8DsmWwi5w1ycBPrMfZlN5062A8J/s1600-h/100_1121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233378173609684354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktfZMlsVlDgre-cIT9cl6kDYipDzwZDxVboSXom3LFOURUjm0NlVxDtw0dLiSIqh1g34HhTP3zxasOYXR3sEoDAIPYnSV1QyCCMz8c6vkkTAF_Hiqh8DsmWwi5w1ycBPrMfZlN5062A8J/s320/100_1121.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>What a week! I spent the last week in a mini van with 5 other women traveling somewhere around 2800 miles. I'm not sure what I was thinking going that far with in-laws! Just kidding. We had fun, mostly. We have decided that things are ........m...u...c...h..............s...l...o...w...e...r.. </div><br /><div>in the south. Two of the meals that weren't fast food, (were they the only two that weren't?), took between an hour and a half and two hours a piece. We didn't do much for shopping, it was a sight seeing trip, but in a Walmart somewhere down south we stood in line for 20 minutes. Nobody seemed to care and it appeared to be normal to everyone but us "northerners". After all the waiting I only spent $7, on hairspray and a book light. I do believe my sister in-laws are crazier than anybody's though. They brought Brenda along taped onto a paint stick and brought her in everywhere we went. It was "sister on a stick" for you Jeff Dunham fans. Her picture was taken doing everything everyone else did. They sang their order at one restaurant, sang like sheep in the car, each picked a different animal voice and sang like that animal, and all other sorts of crazy things. I figure I have enough information to get each and every one of them committed. Here are a couple pictures of the sisters in front of two of the mansions. The bottom one includes sister on a stick. I'll post more about the trip in a couple days. Right now I have to go pick up pizza and join our small group for miniature golf!</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-871707843529257112008-07-10T19:40:00.000-05:002008-07-10T19:52:19.532-05:00Bible Bowl Team<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L_njCQ-LBJEHjBthobFozqI1x8WAxpbqKQaD99337G9mI24ya7zvcmLgRTU8oSg-XPt5oGhyphenhyphenH6A5y13FEhyphenhyphenbrSqGtk72Y3Ag6g6nAl-5es-6GlmwKv_GznNg9Pcd8S1C28rLYVqiuDDG/s1600-h/Bible+Bowl+Team.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550163258596722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5L_njCQ-LBJEHjBthobFozqI1x8WAxpbqKQaD99337G9mI24ya7zvcmLgRTU8oSg-XPt5oGhyphenhyphenH6A5y13FEhyphenhyphenbrSqGtk72Y3Ag6g6nAl-5es-6GlmwKv_GznNg9Pcd8S1C28rLYVqiuDDG/s320/Bible+Bowl+Team.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jimmy and Billy got back from the National Bible Bowl Tournament last Saturday. They first went to Johnson Bible College and got 1st place in the invitational. From there they went and visited Smokey Mountain Park and Stone Mountain National Park. Then on to Atlanta Georgia where they stayed on the 41st floor of the Marriott Marquis. After 2 days of round robin and 2 days of playoffs, they took 5th place out of 112 teams. Jimmy is ready to be done and go to college this fall, but Billy is already practicing "Six Great Profits" for next year. This past year was "The Writings of John and Peter". Definitely boys to be proud of!!!<br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-29745721389536943282008-07-10T18:48:00.000-05:002008-07-10T18:58:16.646-05:00Is It Tomorrow Yet?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5DkDvkZ-CYeMjgA7iSh8HqAWr2jtOYAipjEmqIKS9FtrT7DXE7mw8jNXKWgS7HE3h24ixruDanS8FGZdsdBUgRJ6StvTlkvP6lZf8RHO1RvwTCivoD553SiFRDUOZPtlf1KBe0kcMEeJ/s1600-h/100_0825.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221537684757634434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5DkDvkZ-CYeMjgA7iSh8HqAWr2jtOYAipjEmqIKS9FtrT7DXE7mw8jNXKWgS7HE3h24ixruDanS8FGZdsdBUgRJ6StvTlkvP6lZf8RHO1RvwTCivoD553SiFRDUOZPtlf1KBe0kcMEeJ/s320/100_0825.jpg" border="0" /></a> That was the longest day of my life! Just kidding. Here is the after picture of the bathroom.<br />Several things led to the delay of getting this picture posted. The biggest thing being I couldn't find the cord to download the picture. I had been cleaning closets and moving things around and couldn't remember where the final resting place for the cord was. Well, as it turns out it was mixed in with some blankets in my blanket chest. NOT where it was supposed to be.<br /><div></div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-9192685276465262642008-06-12T01:47:00.000-05:002008-06-12T02:01:00.626-05:00Major projects<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKf1Dt1hebdN5nEXL33LWZoabU44RpGoMxwxuHFSK6i00CkTA5rjbvkFx2i4UylL20vERwBTyfYIh550qaJ5NEZGOGMzKzM207nP8VEXIHjFdNyXckxSWpKGWMGyTDv-tEQ8potkO302MP/s1600-h/100_0620.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210885485650413266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKf1Dt1hebdN5nEXL33LWZoabU44RpGoMxwxuHFSK6i00CkTA5rjbvkFx2i4UylL20vERwBTyfYIh550qaJ5NEZGOGMzKzM207nP8VEXIHjFdNyXckxSWpKGWMGyTDv-tEQ8potkO302MP/s320/100_0620.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Why do all projects go from something that sounds easily managed into something HUGE?</div><br /><div>I was going to paint some trim and change towel bars in the bathroom. Well, as we were taking the towel bars down, wallpaper ripped. I didn't like the wallpaper anyway, but I wasn't going to do a huge project. Anyway that's where I am, in the middle of a huge job. The wallpaper and paneling has been ripped off, the walls are painted (I'm not so sure about the color yet), the sink cabinet has been painted, and hopefully it will be finished tomorrow. I had a lot of help from daughters so that was wonderful. You can tell it was a quick job though and I don't like that. I keep telling myself it's a temporary fix. This is a before picture. I'll try to remember to get an after tomorrow.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-4574622271308617302008-06-08T11:17:00.000-05:002008-06-08T11:24:53.596-05:00Time Slips Away!Where does the time go? Jimmy turns 16 today. I can hardly believe it. It doesn't seem that long ago when I made the trip to California to pick him up. He was such a cute baby, with lots of black very curly hair. Now he's a handsome teenager with hair he won't let get long enough to curl much. He has been a real joy and a son to be very proud of. He has decided that he wants to start his college education this fall. I'm sure he'll do well. He also is hoping for a job, licence and car..... in that order. If he can get over his shoe fetish so he has money left! Just kidding Jimmy!<br />I love you! MomLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-63623471189725324202008-06-01T09:41:00.000-05:002008-06-01T10:01:13.044-05:00Carrie and Roger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXif5CXl0lusl1_CmRVuvhoCxTJ34Z-MI90nUo6tF2D_MPRiHCeVTm6hheiKcCR3WTFqlSSFSK47JUIL_XZ0tdOv1dp2aFrVWuKOfAzeRCm4K30PpiUToE0zgaIId024I_bgYOrBoRUra/s1600-h/100_0104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206928203476304402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCXif5CXl0lusl1_CmRVuvhoCxTJ34Z-MI90nUo6tF2D_MPRiHCeVTm6hheiKcCR3WTFqlSSFSK47JUIL_XZ0tdOv1dp2aFrVWuKOfAzeRCm4K30PpiUToE0zgaIId024I_bgYOrBoRUra/s320/100_0104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Roger left for overseas yesterday for six months. Please pray for him and the family while he is away. It will be hard on Carrie being a "single mom" and worrying about her husband. I'm hoping they'll spend lots of time here. I really miss them. On a happier note, Carrie just found out she's expecting their 3rd baby in February. Joel called me while I was at work. When I answered, he asked if I was working I told him yes, so I couldn't talk long. He told me "Mommy has a baby in her tummy" then he told me goodbye and hung up. They evidently got more information out of him when he called home and talked to grandpa. </div><br /><div>I was thinking about all the times I've been pregnant and whether I ever REALLY wanted one gender or the other. I suppose in the beginning of a pregnancy and through out, I had a desire for one or the other, but I have never wanted anything other than what God chose to give me. That said, I think I'd like another grandaughter to even things out slightly, but I'd take another grandson, too. Why not just have one of each for me Carrie? I'm thinking you shouldn't let either Becca or Brenda name them though.</div>Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-68964881294490608322008-05-30T19:16:00.000-05:002008-05-30T19:17:34.049-05:00ProfileIt doesn't look like I have to "patiently wait" anymore!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-18309479518028429832008-05-25T18:46:00.000-05:002008-05-26T19:19:04.070-05:00Pollys GraduationAs most of you know, Polly will be getting her diploma in a couple weeks. It seems strange because she is so mature and has been going to college for 2 years already. As a matter of<br />fact if she hadn't reminded me, I might have forgotten. So now I'm in the middle of trying<br />to get several things on the house done, but also trying to be realistic. I need decide what<br />the most important things to me (and Polly) are. I also need to remind myself that none of it's important if I neglect everyone else. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsaouA600b7nkQzn887FdxkMqbmOdcYnwWxgjil3QE-Hqcap63aTmaykZHDUXe1C4aSnWewICzEYWPRBZIkzwbXwen2HBE7Lk4R0Ns8Ya4lyk48R4LtCr2uCc7zONJY3QzVL4ErywOE2U/s1600-h/Copy+of+Senior+Pictures+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204466168793281026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsaouA600b7nkQzn887FdxkMqbmOdcYnwWxgjil3QE-Hqcap63aTmaykZHDUXe1C4aSnWewICzEYWPRBZIkzwbXwen2HBE7Lk4R0Ns8Ya4lyk48R4LtCr2uCc7zONJY3QzVL4ErywOE2U/s320/Copy+of+Senior+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Polly,<br />I just want you to know I love you and I am extremely proud of you. Thank<br />you for spending the morning with me. I love our times together.<br />MomLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4070358312831315131.post-44125680534777005772008-03-17T16:07:00.000-05:002008-03-17T16:15:41.780-05:00Self Cleaning OvensI have a love hate relationship with self cleaning ovens.<br />One would think, that if you had a self cleaning oven it<br />would always be clean, right? Well, not at my house.<br />Since I have a self cleaner, I think I'll wait until tomorrow,<br />or the next day, or the next day, or the next day etc......<br />This afternoon, the next day finally came. That floor in the <br />house is so smokey my eyes are burning. That's when I<br />remember the reason I don't like self cleaning ovens, but this<br />evening when I open the oven door and only have to wipe out<br />a few crumbs I'll remember the other half of the story. I really<br />do love them!Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04379801680441947756noreply@blogger.com3