tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-208065152024-03-07T18:02:58.099-07:00flibbertigibberish...praising god for life's outtakesAngie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.comBlogger377125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-63989444348332884522014-03-25T11:15:00.000-06:002014-03-25T15:50:48.397-06:00A note to future me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today, things are good.<br />
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My health is good. My kids are healthy. My husband is healthy.<br />
My marriage is fun. It's happy. We're communicating. We're intimate.<br />
My parenting is under control. For now.<br />
I have friends who love me and support me.<br />
I'm seeking the Lord.<br />
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But thats... <i>today</i>. <br />
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Life is far from perfect, but with how things stand today, I can face tomorrow. Sure, there are rooms in my home that aren't clean. Of course there are things in my marriage I'd improve. One kid has bad eczema that she itches until it bleeds. I just wish it would go away. One kid peed her pants THREE times yesterday. I've had a headache for a few days now. But those things? I can handle those things.<br />
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There have been days, lots of days recently, that I just didn't know if I could do another day. Seriously. I couldn't seem to see past the end of the day, and see that things could ever be different. Sometimes I tend to get stuck in a deep hole of doubt; I convince myself that this bad day will last <i>forever</i>. When you're in the midst of a string of bad days (weeks, months... years), it's hard to imagine life ever being happy again. Or easy. Or <i>different</i>.<br />
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I remember being pregnant with my first baby, and laying on my bedroom floor in tears because of sciatic pain. The pain in my back and legs was so stifling that I cried, imagining myself never being able to get down on the floor and play with my baby because of the pain. I'd never go to the park with her, I'd never ride a rollercoaster with her, and piggy back rides? Forget it! But oh, that pain was temporary. However, in that moment, I couldn't imagine not feeling it. I thought sciatic pain would be my constant companion through pregnancy and beyond.<br />
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I've had dark days as a mom, where my yelling and impatience got the best of me and I wanted to give up. I was sure my kids would remember a childhood marked by a grumpy mom. I imagined every day of my life being filled with anger towards my kids who wouldn't listen. There have been times I resented them for turning me into such a grouch.<br />
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And marriage. Ohhhh marriage. I've had days when I wanted to throw in the towel. It's hard. We've gone through those phases where we're just roommates, coexisting and sharing few words or loving glances. We've confronted tough stuff that would've been easier to avoid. It's in the midst of those conversations that I have to fight the urge to run away because I just can not imagine it ever being fun or light-hearted again. I've caught myself believing that it will always be a state of misery and feeling stuck. <br />
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I've walked the dark road of depression. A heavy fog surrounds you and suffocates you. You feel alone and scared and without hope. I honestly couldn't remember how it felt to be happy, and I couldn't imagine feeling joy again. </div>
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Today... things are good. But I don't know what tomorrow has in store.</div>
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And so I'm writing my future self a note to remind her that things can be good. That the bad doesn't last forever. It's a cycle. Things felt good... things felt bad... things turned good again... things WILL feel bad again. Repeat. </div>
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I don't have this false sense that life is good today and always will be. John 16:33 says "In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." It's not a surprise that life isn't easy. But today I'm recognizing that there is HOPE. Hope that the God who brought me through it before will do it again.</div>
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Dear future Angie who feels like life is going to swallow you whole,</div>
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You've got this. God's got this. It - whatever that may be - won't last forever. Remember that day not too long ago when things felt good? When you realized that you'd made it through dark days and emerged triumphant? You will again.</div>
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Things might feel yucky today. Tomorrow might be another story. Hang in there.</div>
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"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,</div>
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I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion;</div>
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therefore I will wait for him.'"</div>
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From the Angie who made it another day</div>
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Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-86253483726932320202014-02-12T21:33:00.000-07:002014-02-12T21:33:25.929-07:00You won't die if you buy your valentines. It's true.'Twas the week of Valentine's Day, when all through the town,<br />
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Moms stressed their little hearts out, for what was about to go down.<br />
Pinterest was open on laptops and phones,<br />
And cutesy ideas earned eye rolls and groans.<br />
The children were oblivious to the anxiety brewing,<br />
Because all they wanted was more Rainbow Looming.<br />
The day was soon coming when to school kids would bring<br />
The most perfect Valentine ever, an impressive thing.<br />
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When all of a sudden, mom said "This is it!"<br />
She forgot to make dinner and ignored baby's fit.<br />
She'd combed every blog, Pinterest board, and web page,<br />
And at last found the one that would set the stage.<br />
A Valentine with words so witty and punny,<br />
Glitter that sparkled and glue that was runny.<br />
"But no! I want Planes! I want LEGO or Mickey!"<br />
Said the kids whose mom was really quite picky.<br />
Mom was on a mission, it would surely impress!<br />
(Wasn't that the goal? She'd never confess.)<br />
She stayed up til midnight, til one and til two,<br />
'Til her masterpiece was finished, the bags under her eyes too.<br />
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And so her kids took the Valentines to school,<br />
They ate candy hearts and got things that were cool.<br />
The truth is no one cared about the Pinterest bash,<br />
And within 24 hours, they were all in the trash.<br />
Oh sure, they were cute; they were funny and sweet.<br />
But in the end, did her expectations they meet?<br />
She stressed a lot over something so petty and dumb,<br />
When her kids would've loved just handing out gum<br />(With a card saying "I'm stuck on you" -- no STOP!)<br />
It's easy to get caught up in the comparison game,<br />
And you know what? It's really rather lame.<br />
Let's stop trying too hard and feeling bad in the end.<br />
Let's be real with each other. Let's not pretend.<br />
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I started writing this poem out of frustration, and I know it's kind of extreme. I'm all for creativity. I run a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/ThePaintedPiano" target="_blank">business</a> that thrives on creativity, and my hands and brain always have to be coming up with something. A week ago when I realized Valentine's Day was right around the corner, I took a deep breath, pulled up Pinterest and began my obligatory search. And then NO. NO! I looked at all that's on my plate right now and realized I didn't need one. more. thing. <br />
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I had to stop and question my motives. Why did I feel like I needed to make creative, unordinary Valentines <strike>with</strike> for my kids this year, especially when I just plain don't have it in me? <br />
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We feel the pressure to, that's why. Every year it seems like the creative Valentine ideas get bigger and better and more creative and more, more, more. We feel like we need to keep up or be left behind in ordinary land. If we succumb to pre-printed, generic, store-bought Valentines, we're sell-out moms who clearly don't love our kids. We're moms that don't have the time and energy to devote to helping our kids tell others that they need <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/275141858458878805/" target="_blank">"s'more friends like you!"</a> or <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/pin/256212666272835190/" target="_blank">"you rock my world!"</a> We're moms who are lazy and boring and need to put down our phones (oh, except let me get that Pinterest idea real quick) and pay more attention to our kids. <br />
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But who tells us these lies? It's not the other moms. It's ourselves. It's not likely that another mom has ever marched up to you and belittled the Minecraft valentines you bought at Target. We put it on ourselves. We compare and we judge. And we're afraid.<br />
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I ran into a friend at WalMart today. I caught her red-handed. She was buying - BUYING - Valentines in the holiday aisle. Immediately she blushed and apologized and said, "I feel so embarrassed! I'm <i>buying</i> Valentines this year." I had to mask my shock and disapproval -- just kidding! I WAS THRILLED. She's like me. A busy mom whose life is real.<br />
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So guess what? For the first time EVER, I bought these the other day and I didn't die:<br />
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Store-bought Valentines. And I didn't even influence my kids' choices. Sure, I flinched a little and grimaced. These will never be on Pinterest. They will be forgotten in a month. But my kids picked them out and were more excited about these than any of the amazing ones we've made in the past. <br />
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Because you know what? <strike>We</strike> I have made some pretty cute Valentines in the past. <b>LET ME BE CLEAR: </b> I absolutely 100% support making cutesy, creative, over-the-top Valentines. I've done it, I love it, I love seeing them, I love coming up with ideas, I love blogging about them, I love making them, I love getting them, I love getting excited about them, I love love love them. <br /><br />BUT.<br /><br />Not at the expense of life falling apart. Or making myself feel like crap because they're not as good as someone else's. Or forgetting to feed my family dinner for days on end while I make them. Or breaking the bank buying all the supplies. <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2012/02/last-last-last-last-minute-valentines.html" target="_blank">Or finishing them up the morning of the Valentine's Day party IN THE SCHOOL PARKING LOT</a>. And these things have all happened! And for me, it's something that comes easily, so I can't fathom the stress moms feel who are stretched in this area.<br />
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Sometimes you just have to say no. This year I said no. And it feels good. </div>
Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-24546367781148823432014-01-27T15:04:00.000-07:002014-01-27T15:04:32.340-07:00Illegal FormationMy sisters and I had a strict rule growing up: no dating until we were 16. This rule was always accompanied by stories of guns by the door and applications to date us, and we knew there would be no bending it. <div>
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But then one summer, there was this cute boy at youth group. I kinda liked him and he kinda liked me. And I was 15. I knew not to get my hopes up, but maybe, just MAYBE my parents would make an exception if he asked me out. And then, one wonderful day, he did. He asked me to go to the zoo, and so with great trepidation I asked my parents if I could go. They said NO. </div>
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My 15-year-old-not-old-enough-to-date heart was crushed. It looked like my first date would certainly be when I was 16 after all. Or maybe I'd lost my chance. Maybe I'd be 17 or 24 or 39 or never and I'd end up wearing sweatshirts with cat appliques and dangly cat earrings.</div>
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But lucky for me, he did not give up. He asked me out again, and this time, I felt like there was a glimmer of hope. He asked me to a Denver Broncos game. I repeat: this cute boy who I was crushing on asked me TO GO TO A BROCOS GAME. I'd been a Broncos fan my entire life, faithfully <strike>brainwashed</strike> trained by my Dad to bleed orange and blue. The zoo? Meh. Broncos? My dad might be on board with that. </div>
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And so with a deep breath and my love life hanging in the balance, I asked my parents if I could go on a date. To where? Oh, just Mile High Stadium to watch the Broncos play. My dad's eyes lit up and I could see the inner struggle. Or maybe it was jealousy. Either way, it wasn't an immediate "no" and I was so excited. My mom and dad talked about it and decided that YES, I could go if another couple went. We'd start with <i>group dating</i> since I was a mere 15 years old.</div>
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I remembering shaking as I called the boy back and told him that I could go, as long as another couple was there, explaining the group date mandate. "No problem!" he said. I couldn't believe it. I was going to a Broncos game. <b>My first. </b> I was going on a date. <b>My first. </b> My first date would be to a Broncos game? It was like the beginning of a Denver-based fairy tale. </div>
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It's hard to believe my mom didn't snap a hundred pictures of me leaving for my first date, but I have no doubt I was decked out in Broncos gear, complete with blue and orange ribbons in my hair. I remember being so nervous and so excited. I remember waving to my mom and dad standing on the front porch as we drove away, and I'm sure they were just as nervous as I was. We were meeting the other couple at the game, so we went straight there.</div>
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I don't remember much about the game. I know I had my eye out for #7 and couldn't believe I'd be seeing John Elway in real life. I think we were playing the Raiders, and I think we won, but I can tell you one thing for sure: <b>this group date was not what my parents had in mind. </b></div>
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We found our way to the seats (his season tickets), and I was surprised to see two of his <i>guy friends</i> from youth group there seated next to us. THEM? <i>THEY</i> were the other couple? Yes. A couple of other <i>people</i>. Four of us equaled a group, it's true. No, of course they weren't on a date. They were just there to enjoy the game alongside us. As a <i>group</i>.</div>
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Oh, my parents loved that little detail when I got home that night. I think they thought it was a little bit funny (maybe? Mom? Dad?) but they made it clear that it wasn't the GROUP DATE that they intended. Lucky for me, they have a great sense of humor and tease me about it to this day. And I learned that when it's time for my kids to date, I need to be very specific. Especially if they're asked to go to a Broncos game.</div>
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I recently tried two dinner pins from my Pinterest board. Fail and fail! </div>
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The first was this one: <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/284500901431495730/">http://pinterest.com/pin/284500901431495730/</a> "The World's Best Chicken."My family disagreed. I'd eat it again, but I don't think my family would. It was kind of bland and not what I expected. I had high hopes for this. The WORLD'S BEST chicken?! Big claim. Big let down. </div>
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It says it all right there--can you go wrong with three cheeses? I say no. But apparently...yes. Allow the tiny food critics to tell the story:<br />
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But the night of the "Three Cheese Pasta Bake" was not a total wash! No! Get your pinning fingers ready because the night ended with Brody's Super Special Snack Dessert. (Official recipe title.) He made it all on his own (I'm sure you are stunned), and was so very proud of his culinary skill. </div>
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The other night I watched the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY_MUB8adEQ" target="_blank">Google Zeitgeist 2012 Year in Review</a> which features some of the most Googled things and highlights of 2012. I was tickled to catch a quick glimpse of one of MY highlights of the year: Caine's Arcade. (It's at 2:23 if you watch.)</div>
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Our visit to Caine's Arcade is old news now, but it's worth blogging about, because it really is one of the most heartwarming stories I've heard this year and one of coolest things I've gotten to see.<br />
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For a little background, you MUST visit <a href="http://cainesarcade.com/" target="_blank">cainesarcade.com </a> to watch the short film about Caine's Arcade and get the whole story. I've watched the video more than a dozen times and can't watch without getting choked up. I won't do the story justice, but the gist is that 9-year-old Caine Monroy created a small cardboard arcade in the front of his dad's auto parts shop in L.A. Customers came and went and never took a chance on Caine's arcade. But one day, a man came along who became Caine's first arcade customer and has changed his life. Through a viral video, Caine's arcade became an overnight sensation and has inspired creativity all over the world, and has generated hundreds of thousands of dollars for Caine's college fund. Watch the video - it's amazing!<br />
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Back in April, we kicked off <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2012/04/sabbatical.html" target="_blank">Gary's sabbatical</a> by taking a week-long trip to California to visit family. We had just watched the Caine's Arcade video a week before and knew it was on our to-do list for our vacation. We made sure we knew the arcade hours, got our directions together, and loaded up the family in the van to head to Caine's Arcade.<br />
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We drove through Los Angeles looking for the auto part shop. The gray buildings and streets were a sharp contrast to the blue sky... and to the bright red auto parts shop with the hidden arcade that we spied as we turned the corner.<br />
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We parked the car a couple blocks away (the arcade was gaining popularity by now) and passed several sidewalk vendors along the way, who were taking advantage of Caine's success. The girls had watched the video with us, and were anxious to meet Caine and try out the games.<br />
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How fun to walk up and see Caine's Arcade exactly as it looked in the video! The same signs, the same games... and CAINE!<br />
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I felt like I was meeting a celebrity. And actually, he's as close as I've come to meeting someone famous. I was a bit starstruck.<br />
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We waited in line and bought our fun passes. It's a good deal, you know.<br />
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The games were so simple and fun. Emma even won a special toy from the claw machine!<br />
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And of course I had to buy a Caine's Arcade shirt. I was SO excited. AND... guess what? Jack Black and his family visited Caine's Arcade the day after we were there! So fun!<br />
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If you're ever in the Las Angeles area, take the time to visit Caine's Arcade. You'll be so glad you did. And get the fun pass. It's worth it.<br />
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After watching the video so many times, there are still two things that really strike me: First, how awesome is Nirvan, the man who "discovered" Caine? I hope I can see a glimpse of something amazing in someone some day and help them see it too. Secondly, Caine's dad. I think he's awesome. It would've been so easy to make Caine put away the arcade because it was making a mess, and crush his dreams. He didn't do that. I need to remember to encourage my kids' creativity and dreams, and not pack them up out of sight because they're silly or inconvenient.<br />
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Finally, last month, I read <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/11/21/pete-kaser-teacher-replaces-toys-cardboard-boxes_n_2171135.html" target="_blank">this article </a>about a preschool that temporarily got rid of traditional toys and replaced them all with cardboard boxes and other common materials. The kids loved it and it really encouraged creativity. <br />
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I think that's a great thing to keep in mind as we scurry around the malls this Christmas season, don't you? I'm fairly certain that Brody won't be creating any cardboard arcades with his nose stuck to my new iPad mini. This weekend we're doing some SERIOUS thinning out of toys. I'm so excited, and I can only hope we get a few new good boxes for Christmas!Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-55499049169897548622012-11-17T08:15:00.000-07:002012-11-17T08:45:51.584-07:00Because Saturdays Should Be FunIn an effort to make Saturdays fun again, we've made a big decision at our house.<br />
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It is with great excitement and reservation, that I am here to publicly announce that...<br />
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We are K-State football fans.<br />
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But hold on to your horns, Buff fans! We are not giving up on our beloved team. We have always been, and will always be Buffaloes. Should the Buffaloes and Wildcats ever face each other again, we will be cheering for our Alma Mater. We are not fairweather fans, we just need another team to get excited about. K-State is our Plan B.<br />
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But seriously, you guys. Waking up on Saturday mornings is accompanied by a sense of dread when we turn on College Gameday. There is never any mention of "our" team. The College Gameday crew will never congregate at Folsom Field. Lee Corso is never going to don Chip's head. Poor Buffs. <br />
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And so we had to take drastic measures. We need a team to cheer for that might actually win. It would just make weekends a little bit better. After careful consideration, K-State was the obvious choice. And yes, it's EASY to pick the #1 team right now. But there are other, bigger reasons.<br />
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<u>Reasons Why We Picked Kansas State:</u><br />
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<li>We've spent a lot of time in Kansas. A detailed tally determined that Kansas is the state we've spent the 3rd most amount of time in as a married couple. 98.3% of that was in a tent not far from Manhattan.</li>
<li><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Snyder" target="_blank">Bill Snyder</a> is a family friend. No big deal.</li>
<li>Being Colorado Rockies fans, we already have a lot of purple in our closet! Hooray!</li>
<li>My friend <a href="http://www.binreallife.com/" target="_blank">Brooke</a> is a Wildcat and taught me how to say "Go Cats!!!" Gary and I already cheered for K-State from a hotel room last weekend with Brooke and some other K-State friends.</li>
<li>Our buddy Jack McDonald ran track for K-State and bleeds purple.</li>
<li>Kansas isn't Nebraska.</li>
<li>Manhattan is within driving distance to see a game.</li>
<li>We love K-State's prayer chapel. We've taken many a nap there because it's air-conditioned (see #1).</li>
<li>My friend Jenn is a professor at K-State and she let my kids do cool experiments in her lab a few summers ago. That was SO fun!</li>
<li>The Buffs still have a winning record (12-6-1) over K-State under Bill Snyder, which helps to justify cheering on the Cats. So we can still cheer, GO BUFFS! </li>
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See? Those are all very valid and well thought out reasons, don't you think? Sorry, Buffs. But you're killing us.</div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">GO CATS!</span></span></b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><i> (okay, that hurt a little bit.)</i></span></div>
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<br />Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-14899579014120795682012-11-12T07:44:00.000-07:002012-11-12T07:50:44.495-07:00Food Dye DangersI remember finding out years ago that a friend's son was allergic to red dye #40. My first thought was wondering if dyes #1-39 were okay. What about red dye #41? But mostly I wondered how they'd survive. I mean, a quick glance around the grocery store proves that so many products we buy for our kids contain food dyes: marshmallows, fruit snacks, pancake mix, even children's Tylenol. If you have an allergy to food dyes, are there alternatives? <br />
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But what if you don't have an allergy to food dyes? What if you do a little research and find out that these food dyes could be negatively affecting your children's behavior?<br />
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A good friend of mine began eliminating food dyes from her girls' diets earlier this year as a result of behavior issues. They have been dye-free for eight months now, and if it weren't for her incredible stories about the impact this has made on their lives, I'd probably shrug it off. <br />
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<a href="http://www.binreallife.com/" target="_blank">Brooke</a> is doing an entire series this week on her blog about their journey with food dyes. I'm going to be reading so that I can learn more and find out if this is worth pursuing for our family's health. I invite you to read along!<br />
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Plus, Brooke is hi-lar-i-ous and I promise you'll laugh with her. She's all about keepin' it real. And she's super fun.<br />
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I'm excited to see what she's learned, even if it means our days of <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-tooth-fairy-day.html" target="_blank">green</a> and <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2008/02/ketchup-time.html" target="_blank">pink</a> mashed potatoes might be coming to a halt...Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-87595415848805955112012-11-09T13:39:00.002-07:002012-11-09T14:26:13.980-07:00Not Your Average Birthday Party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Last year when we planned a joint <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2011/11/roller-skating-party-palooza.html" target="_blank">birthday party for the girls at Skate City</a>, I swore that never again would I do a big birthday party. Never again would I do a <i>joint</i> birthday party. </div>
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But then they asked to pack meals for <a href="http://www.wefeedfamilies.org/" target="_blank">Kids Against Hunger</a> at their birthday party. What could I say? The more the merrier!</div>
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They each invited roughly 10 friends, for a total of 22 kids at the party. We suggested to their friends that in lieu of gifts, that maybe they could bring a cash donation instead to put towards meals that we would pack for Kids Against Hunger. We told their friends that 25¢ packs one meal, which feeds about 6 people. </div>
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So when kids arrived, Gary gently explained to these 6-9 year olds that hundreds and hundreds of kids around the world die of hunger every day. He explained that we have it so good here, and that no only do we get to eat three meals a day, but we get snacks in between. And not only do we get to eat those three meals a day and snacks in between, but it's yummy, different food all the time. The meals we would be packing might be the only food a kid their age might eat that day. And they might get the same exact thing tomorrow. </div>
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I was SO PROUD of these kids for working for an hour straight without complaining or stopping! They were all so excited and worked together so well. I think they "got it" too - I heard many conversations about helping others and amazement that this is what some people eat. And despite it not being your usual birthday party with games and fun activities, I saw lots of smiles and heard lots of laughing. Love.</div>
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At the end of the hour, these awesome kids managed to pack about 2,000 meals for hungry kids!!! This is the best birthday present that we could give to others to celebrate my girls' birthday! I was so thankful to the Lord for the generosity of my kids' friends (and their families) for providing the money to help kids across the world. I'm telling you, this was much better than getting another toy to be set aside and forgotten. It helped spark conversations in our family about needs vs. wants.</div>
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In keeping with the non-traditional birthday party idea, we headed to the backyard for s'mores and hot chocolate instead of birthday cake. The perfect ending to a slightly chilly afternoon! We also prepared one of the meals for the kids to taste. I was surprised by the response - half hated it and half loved it, with a few even asking for seconds!<br />
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A BIG THANK YOU to the parents who supported the vision of this birthday party by letting your kids come, to the moms who stayed to lend an extra hand, and to Karen Dittman with <a href="http://www.wefeedfamilies.org/" target="_blank">Kids Against Hunger</a> who helped us out. And especially to my hubby who ran the show so well and taught these kids how to care for others. <br />
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But mostly, thanks to God for giving my girls such giving, sensitive little hearts. I'm so proud of them.<br />
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Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-42545176991877453062012-11-05T23:17:00.001-07:002012-11-05T23:17:57.382-07:00Five Ways We Celebrate BirthdaysI really want birthdays to be a big deal in our family. It's the one day a year designated for celebrating someone, and I want my kids growing up knowing that we're so glad they were born! <div>
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But let me be honest: all of the lofty, amazingly executed, creative ideas on Pinterest are intimidating. I can't do it all, especially with four kids with back-to-back birthdays (two birthdays five days apart in August and two birthdays two weeks apart in October/November). So aside from the usual party, cake and ice cream, we have a few traditions that our kids look forward to and that are easy to do. </div>
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<b>1. Decorate their door:</b> My kids KNOW they're going to wake up to streamers and balloons on their door, but they always act so surprised. One look at Pinterest, and it's clear this could be very cute and extravagant. But here, it's always done at the midnight hour, just as I'm going to bed and see their naked door. (I'm not a planner.) But it only takes a few minutes to whip up a cute sign for their door and tape up a few streamers. (Confession: These streamers were leftover from last weekend's birthday party, and I moved them from downstairs to her bedroom door at midnight.) Instant party on their birthday morning!</div>
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<b>2. Kisses: </b> When we tuck in our kids on their birthday eve, we make a point of telling them it's the last time we'll kiss them as an (8) year old. And they know that we'll sneak in and give them the first kiss as a (9) year old right after midnight. Last night when I snuck in to kiss Emma, she woke up and smiled, and hugged me. In the sweetest, most heartfelt way, she said, "I love you, Mama!" Melt me.</div>
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<b>3. Breakfast with Dad:</b> If it's not a weekend (in which case we'll make cinnamon rolls with sprinkles and a candle), Daddy takes the birthday kid to the place of their choice for breakfast before school/work. Addie's choice on her last birthday? The gas station for Hostess donuts and chocolate milk. Livin' large at age seven.</div>
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<b>4. Birthday Dinner:</b> I tell our kids that I can make whatever they want for dinner, or we can go to the restaurant of their choice for birthday dinner. I can't remember the last time I made dinner on their birthdays... happy birthday to ME! ;) </div>
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<b>5. Desktop Picture: </b>This is a new tradition that I love! Addie had the idea last month when it was her birthday month. For their entire birthday month, the desktop picture on my computer is of the birthday kid. I love it and so do they! Every time we open the computer together to do email, homework, look at pictures, play games... they light up when they see themselves and know it's their month to celebrate. It's been so fun!</div>
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<i>Happy birthday to my sweet Emmaline Grace. Nine years old today! I can't believe it.</i></div>
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We took a pit stop at Krispy Kreme on the way. Glazed donuts. 'nuff said.<br />
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I've decided that the Mile High Flea Market is definitely the ultimate destination if you're in the market for tight, blingy jeans, or for toy guns, or for shoes and purses. Those were the things I kept seeing over and over again. (And lingerie!!! Who buys lingerie at a flea market?!)<br />
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But there were also other treasures too...<br />
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And there was a whole section filled with fresh fruit and veggies. I'd just spent a rockin' night at the grocery store the night before (seriously - goodbye Muzak, hello Axl Rose and Ozzy Osbourne on the overhead speakers), so we were all set on our produce, but it sure was pretty!<br />
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I thought it was tons of fun. It was a great place for people watching, there were great snacks for sale at every turn (churros, funnel cakes, kettle corn - quality!), and there really were great treasures tucked away everywhere you looked. We got a few super cute headbands for the girls for cheap! </div>
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Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-11860199636424528062012-09-19T11:21:00.000-06:002012-09-19T11:21:36.803-06:00Thirteen ReasonsToday marks thirteen years since Gary and I said "I do." <br />
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It's been a GREAT thirteen years, and I can honestly say that I can't think of anyone better suited for me to do life with. It's been a fun thirteen years, but not easy all the time. But we know that marriage requires work and effort, and I think it's knowing that and doing that that has made it work. We've been rewarded with so many blessings from God, and a ton of fun through the years. <br />
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Long story short: we started dating, got engaged on our 3-month anniversary, and got married 4 1/2 short months later. Not exactly a recipe for success! But we've been committed since day one and have never, ever looked back.<br />
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Thirteen reasons I'm glad I married Gary:<br />
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1. He's ridiculously cute. C'mon!<br />
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2. I knew he'd make a great Daddy one day. And it turns out he's an awesome one.<br />
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3. He loves Jesus and wants others to also.</div>
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4. He regularly takes me to Kauai.<br />
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5. He works so hard for our family - a responsibility he takes very seriously.<br />
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6. He embraces and supports my crazy ideas.<br />
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7. He's good with numbers. Me? Not so much. I'm good with words. He... has other strengths. :) We balance each other out and make a good team! <br />
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8. He's adventurous and pushes me to do crazy things.<br />
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9. He's from California, so we have a pretty sweet place to go on vacation!<br />
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10. I love his family - I have awesome in-laws!!!<br />
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11. He makes me feel safe.<br />
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12. He's good at EVERYTHING. No, seriously -- e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. It can be intimidating, but mostly it makes me so proud.<br />
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13. He makes me think through things, and pushes me to be better.<br />
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<br />Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-36462295461215286772012-09-17T21:18:00.000-06:002012-09-17T21:18:21.647-06:00From Zero to Sixty in One Month Flat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Goodbye lazy summer days filled with sand and sun.<br />
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But school isn't all! Let's add into the mix a little MOPS, Bible Study, book fairs, back-to-school night, planning meetings, carpool, Brownies and every other extracurricular activity possible. (Not to mention Gary's hard-to-keep-up-with schedule!)<br />
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We were that family that had never signed our kids up for anything "extra." But for some reason, this was the year for that to end. And for us, it's go big, or go home.<br />
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Enter football:<br />
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Enter tennis:<br />
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Enter swimming lessons:<br />
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Enter ballet and tap:<br />
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Tired yet? Me too! <br />
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Aside from summer swimming lessons and one fall season of soccer for Emma years ago <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2009/08/soccer-mom-fail.html" target="_blank">(I didn't make a good soccer mom)</a>, this is the first time we've really delved into lessons and sports with our kids. I don't regret not starting all of this earlier; I knew once we got into it, there'd be no turning back. Despite juggling schedules and running kids around to their events, it's actually been a blast. I love, love, LOVE watching my kids do stuff. They amaze me! And also, we're doing all of the activities through the rec center, so they're just getting a taste of each of these things, it's all nearby, and it's all very low-key. Another good thing is that aside from dance, they all just last 4 or 5 weeks, so it's not a huge commitment. But the best part is that the kids are LOVING it and learning so much.<br />
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So although it's sad to say goodbye to summer, it's kind of fun to say "hello" to this new season of busy-ness. I'm NOT a fan of being busy, and LOVE being at home, so this is an adjustment and kind of a stretch for me. As long as we don't lose sight of our family time and sacrificing our sanity to the insanity of an overscheduled household, I think we'll be just fine. <br />
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But next summer can't come soon enough! ;)<br />
<br />Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-56794801413189896562012-07-26T15:21:00.002-06:002012-07-26T15:21:59.140-06:00Top 5 Reasons to Buy a Massive BearYou've seen those gigantic teddy bears filling up shopping carts at Costco, haven't you?<br />
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The HUGE ones. The ones that fill up the entire colossal Costco shopping cart so there isn't even room for a 120-oz. jug of apple juice or 500-count bag of chicken nuggets. They're super soft and bigger than the children who beg for them. <br />
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Last fall I went into Costco to buy my usual: two huge loaves of bread, an enormous bag of meatballs, and a giant jar of strawberry jam, when I stopped in my tracks. That bear was staring at me with his big brown eyes and begged me to bring him home. My kids - who I <u>never</u> give in to (seriously, I don't) - said, "Can we have him?" And I said yes without hesitation.<br />
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I can easily say it's the best $29.99 I've ever spent, and I have no regrets. The kids love to read and snuggle with the bear and he's well loved here. They've named him "Gary Beary Osborne." And BONUS! It will never, ever get <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2012/04/our-most-expensive-toy.html" target="_blank">flushed down the toilet</a>.<br />
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A few months ago, I went to Costco with my sister and she couldn't fight the lure of the 53" bear. He's pretty irresistible. Before she could say no, the bear found its way into her cart (which ousted her children into mine due to lack of space). <br />
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Oh, I wish I had pictures of that bear safely buckled into her car's front seat, with his arm and paw out the window. I nearly wet my pants watching her drive out of the parking lot.<br />
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But the fun was just beginning. A few hours later, I began getting texts from her, showcasing just how well her new family member was fitting in.<br />
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Perhaps he was checking <a href="http://www.facebook.com/CostcoBear" target="_blank">his Facebook page</a>?<br />
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Oops! Bare bear.<br />
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He likes it "over" not "under."<br />
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Snuggling with Justin... whose smile is bigger?<br />
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Not to be outdone, our bear had something to prove. I hauled "Gary Beary Osborne" upstairs to snuggle with his namesake. Gary was peacefully sleeping and had no idea I was taking this picture. In fact, until he reads this, I'm not even sure he's ever seen it...<br />
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5. Your kids will think you're awesome.</div>
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1. You can send late night picture texts to your sister about it.</div>
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Convinced? I thought so. </div>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-29887543204026884082012-07-20T10:32:00.001-06:002012-07-20T10:32:39.683-06:00Now Showing!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It's opening night of "Narnia!"</div>
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For the third summer in a row, the girls are part of the <a href="http://peanutbutterplayers.com/" target="_blank">Peanut Butter Players</a> - a children's theater in our community. They've been practicing for a month, and finally tonight is opening night! They are sooo excited!</div>
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Emma is a Narnian Eagle and Addie is a Christmas Squirrel.</div>
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Last year, the <a href="http://peanutbutterplayers.com/" target="_blank">Peanut Butter Players</a> performed "Hans Christian Anderson" where my girls were school children and also jellyfish in the "Little Mermaid" ballet scene.</div>
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Because it's almost as fun as going to the zoo, right?<br />
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But actually, it was a GREAT day. When we started, it looked like an episode of Hoarders. Boxes everywhere. Toys strewn about. Outgrown clothes piled up all over the place. But now? Now... it looks amazing! It's clean! It's bright! It's a place you might really want to hang out!<br />
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Aside from getting everything organized and thinning out a lot of STUFF (14 boxes of Christmas decorations? Really?) (and does anyone else LOATHE sorting kids clothes?), we finished a fun project for the kids in the basement. And when I say "we," I actually mean my amaaaazing hubby!<br />
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"We" built the kids a stage!<br />
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Our basement is unfinished, so we had a completely blank canvas to work with. The alcove in our basement from the breakfast nook upstairs is the perfect spot to house a stage, complete with curtains, lights and a backstage. </div>
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So the night before, we started cleaning up the area. Gary painted the floor, walls and ceiling of the alcove black. <br />
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While I worked on the curtains, the kids pitched in to help!</div>
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The boring, gray, cement walls on either side of the stage needed some cheering up, so the kids helped to paint them a bright, happy yellow!<br />
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My small part of the project was the curtains, which were a breeze. I just used the flat sheet from a cheap set of Walmart sheets. I slit the sides of the large hem at one end to hang on the rod. That was it! No sewing, no trimming, just easy peasy curtains. For the top valance in front of the red curtain, I used the fitted sheet. I took out the elastic and used that small hem to thread a string through which we stapled to the ceiling beams. I "eyed" how long to trim it and didn't measure first, so... don't look too closely! But hey - it's done, no one will notice, the girls don't care and I'm happy with it!<br />
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Backstage, there's just enough space for the girls' dress-up trunk, and a storage shelf for musical instruments, props, shoes and more. <br />
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Since their plays usually involve costume changes, this was a very necessary feature. (Notice Brody's drumset back there? You can imagine how sad I am that it will no longer be in my living room. Those drums are L-O-U-D.) <br />
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The girls love, love, love it! Last night, just minutes after its completion, they performed their first show for Gary and I. They regularly perform plays and shows for us, so we know this stage will get a lot of use.<br />
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The last thing we need to do is mount some hooks or something so they can open and close the curtains without tying them each time. <br />
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Seriously, how awesome is my husband for making this? He could've had the perfect man-cave there, but instead launched the girls' Hollywood career by making them a stage.<br />
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I may start selling season tickets to our theater. Interested? :)Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-51013452561310405212012-07-05T17:33:00.001-06:002012-07-05T17:34:33.170-06:00Christmas in July<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">There's an additional beloved member of my extended family who has never been spoken of before on this blog.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He has nicknames (ohhh does he have nicknames), but mostly he goes by "Santa."</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Santa first joined our family about 15 years ago when he was given as part of a gift exchange at my parents' Bible Study Christmas party. We immediately were drawn to his... um... shapely appearance and bushy wreaths. There's something different about this Santa... something I just can't put my finger on...</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">SERIOUSLY, who makes Santa look like this!?!?!</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">AND ALSO, </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Who gives this at a Bible Study Christmas party?!??!!</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Were they serious or was it a joke? </span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Did they think it would add a nice touch to someone's Christmas decor?</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And what on earth does Mrs. Claus look like?</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">To this day, we don't know who the giver was, we just know that we love them.</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Santa has caused quite a raucous over the years and we've gotten many a laugh at his expense. H</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">e makes surprise appearances throughout the year when my mom and I stash him in unexpected places to be discovered by the other. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">After unknowingly taking him home from the Christmas celebration last December, and discovering him as I unpacked my bags, Santa spent the last six months at my house. My mom never exactly knew if he was here or there, she just knew that sooner or later Santa would reappear.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And so thanks to a 4th of July celebration at her house last night, Santa has been joyfully reunited with my Mom. It's Christmas in July, Mom!</span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">‘Twas The Day After July 4th<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"><b>by Kim Olson</b></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">‘Twas the day after the Fourth and what would I do?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">But clean up from our party, starting out in the loo.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I emptied waste baskets and laundered the towels,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Replenishing toilet paper while moving my bowels.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">As I reached for a new roll, there where I sat,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I thought to myself, What!? She’s gotten me back!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">‘Cuz St. Nick reappeared looking right at my hiney,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I sat there and laughed, as I was just stymied.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">He was perched in a new roll, in a bin on the wall,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Hoping someone would find him when nature would call.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Angie had to know… it would be me that would glean,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">After all, it’s been months since he has been seen.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">As I continued to clean, going about my day,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I left St. Nick there so I could show him to Ray.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I don’t think I’ll warn him when nature may call,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Knowing full well, he might pee on the wall.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Oh say, can you see, what fun St. Nick’s bringing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Was he already hidden as we were all singing?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I wonder who placed him, and who was in charge?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Was it Gary, running back in after loading the car?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">I guess it doesn’t matter as long as he’s safe,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Where he ends up is just a matter of taste.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">But in the loo… seriously? Surely you jest,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">One thing’s for sure, I was at my best.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Who knows where YOU will find him next,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">You’ll know soon enough, and that’s a threat.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">He’s ‘bound’ to turn ‘up’ without any strife,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">But be forewarned, you may need a knife.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">In your hunt he could be high,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">In your search he could be low,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Just keep your eye out and don’t contemplate it,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">You’ll have plenty of time if you’re constipated.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">Another 4<sup>th</sup> has come and gone,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">When again will we see everyone?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">‘Guess we’ll just have to try to behave,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">In the land of the free and the home of the brave.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">God</span></b><b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;"> Bless </span></b><b><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;">America!</span></b><b><span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But wait! There's more! This is the SECOND Santa-homecoming-poem my Mom has written. The first was written in January 2011 after I stashed Santa in the garland on Christmas day:</span></o:p></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">The stockings were still hung by the chimney with care,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">In hopes that the Olson’s would remove them from there.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Putting away decorations…it all looks so plain!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">With mom in the house and dad in the yard,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Both were busy packing so it wouldn’t be so hard.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">When up on the balcony mom burst into laughter,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Dad came running in to see what was the matter.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">As Mom unfurled her garland to show Dad her find,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">They thought to themselves, Angie’s out of her mind!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">So that’s where Santa went, they thought to themselves,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">‘Can’t wait to hide him next year on one of her shelves.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Away to the phone mom flew like a flash,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">As she tore down more garland to add to her stash.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She thought to call Angie, to tell her the news,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">But found herself laughing, about the ruse.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">What fun we have with Santa, all at his expense,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">We never know who got him last, or how, to what extent.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">It’s fun to play this silly game, with those who are just as sneaky<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">The scheming and tom-foolery could cause one to take-a-leaky.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Mom’s surprised she didn’t catch you when she saw your hiding place,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">She spoke and looked right at you girls, atop her grand staircase.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">He lacks a little detail that leaves him a bit perplexed.*<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Mom thought it best to add to him to make him feel complete,<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">So she’s going to add a wreath or two just above his ‘feet’.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: green; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">I know you’ll miss poor Santa for another year,<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*After many years of man-handling, Santa had lost his "wreaths"... </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How funny is my Mom?!</span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="color: green;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Stay tuned for when Santa pops up again!</span></span></span></span></b></span></span></b></div>
</span>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-88669963485928841612012-06-13T00:25:00.000-06:002012-06-13T00:25:55.378-06:00It will grow back. It will grow back. It will grow back.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
My Brody.</div>
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Those big brown eyes, those freckles, his silly personality... the boy has stolen my heart.</div>
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Oh - and those red curls.</div>
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A curly-haired boyfriend once told me that "curls get the girls" - he must've been right because Brody's curls melt me.</div>
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But a few weeks ago, he took those ginger locks into his own hands one night after we put him to bed. The next morning, his "bed head" looked a little suspicious. When we looked closer, we found that a chunk of hair was cut (some to the scalp) right in front, leaving behind a tiny fringe of bangs. Nice.</div>
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And no matter how he tried, the comb over (or comb forward) just wasn't cutting it.</div>
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So off to the kid salon we went to fix things. She tried to blend the cut in as much as possible, but there was no hope. Bzzzzzzz...</div>
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The camera in front of my face hid my teary eyes!</div>
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When the stylist was finished, he couldn't stop touching it.</div>
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Poor little guy. He was <i>not</i> happy with his new hair. He told me he was afraid people would laugh at him, and he wanted his "Brody hair" back. He asked me if we could go to Target on the way home to get him a hat.</div>
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Fast forward a few weeks, and it's grown out a little bit. I'm getting used to it, but I do miss his hair. His sisters keep affirming him about how handsome he looks. The timing couldn't be better - it's actually a great summer cut. </div>
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Of course, he's the same Brody he was before, and just as cute as can be, but I'll just keep repeating this in my mind until those curls are back: "It's just hair. It will grow back. It's just hair. It will grow back. It's just hair. It will grow back..."</div>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-80381998392992679852012-05-14T01:12:00.000-06:002012-05-14T08:49:39.336-06:00Color Run = Color FUN!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
One of the super fun things we did to kick off <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2012/04/sabbatical.html" target="_blank">Gary's Sabbatical</a> was to run our first family 5K! </div>
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And by first family 5K, I mean the first one for every single one of us. Need I remind you I'm not a runner? Miraculously, <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2007/11/tall-boots-skinny-legs.html" target="_blank">my legs did not break by the end of the run</a>.</div>
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Before you read another word, go to the <a href="http://thecolorrun.com/" target="_blank">Color Run website</a> NOW and register for the 5K near you. They are selling out like crazy, so seriously, don't waste another second. We ran the SoCal (Irvine) race last month. I'm sorry to report that the Denver race for next weekend sold out long ago, but I assure you that we will be among the first to register when it comes back around next year. This is easily one of the funnest things our family has done together!</div>
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It works like this: every runner is encouraged to start wearing white t-shirts. Here is Team Osborne all in white and ready to run:</div>
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The starting line is a sea of white t-shirts, just ready for a color explosion. Here's Chloe, gearing up for the race with her white t-shirt, Color Run tattoo and headband. Check out that game face.</div>
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Seeing the "poofs" of color in the distance was exciting, knowing you were nearing the next marker.<br />
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And here's Chloe again after the 2nd kilometer, with the yellow and green color on her. As you can see, she was having the time of her life.</div>
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But Brody, who was in and out of the stroller along with Addie, really was having fun. Do you see Aunt Heidi and Emma over there on the right? Emma ran the WHOLE TIME. So proud of that girl!</div>
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Just before the last kilometer marker where pink powder awaited us, Addie hopped out of the stroller and BOLTED. We actually weren't sure where she was for awhile, but it turns out she finished before any of us! Who knew a little pink powder would motivate her to full-on sprint to the end? Here are Heidi, Emma and I crossing the finish line - look, I'm even smiling! Running didn't kill me!</div>
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And here is our happy, colorful family at the end of the race. </div>
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Ohhh, Chloe. All that running wears a girl out, huh? Somewhere between the 3rd and 4th kilometer, Chloe succumbed to the color coma and fell asleep. Adorned in her technicolor dreamcoat, we think she was very likely the most photographed little person at the Color Run. After the race, we couldn't walk a few feet without someone jumping in front of our jogging stroller to take a picture of her, or asking permission to pose with her:</div>
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After the race, it was party time. Loud music, tons of happy, free Slurpies and more. </div>
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Everyone was given a color packet like this (with the option of purchasing more):<br />
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They're filled with the fine powder that is responsible for colorfying the entire race. At the finish line, it's a color explosion and an absolute free-for-all including every color of the rainbow. Everyone gathers together and tosses powder in unison. SO FUN!<br />
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Emma and Addie became the life of the party when they got to go dance for the crowd up on stage and throw out color packets. They loved every second!!!</div>
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A lot of people have asked if all that color came out of our clothes, our hair, the stroller... the answer is <i>mostly</i>. After the race, there are volunteers with blowers to blow a lot of the color off. But once we got home, we used an air compressor to really blow the powder out of everything. Our jogging stroller is fairly clean, and any color left is faint, and a good reminder of the fun we had. </div>
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My advice would be to maybe cover it in old towels or trash bags if you really want to protect it. The white shirts are not a crisp, clean white anymore, but we're okay with that! After a couple of showers, our hair and skin were back to normal. A few items didn't get the powder blown out completely and have some faded color stains from going through the water/laundry. But you know what? It's all worth it. </div>
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I've also been asked if the colored powder hurt our eyes. Nope! We all tried to wear sunglasses (I was additionally concerned about my contacts), but even when a little powder got in it wasn't too bad. It's easy to just close your eyes when you're running through the color stations. </div>
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You'd never believe she's standing next to the sign proclaiming "The Happiest 5K on the Planet!" But really, it WAS the happiest. I love that our whole family could do this together. The run isn't timed, it's all about FUN. It's for every age, size, and athletic ability. So great!</div>
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Gary is in week 2 of his 12-week Sabbatical. Our church is generous in giving its pastors a Sabbatical every 6 years, and we are enjoying Gary's second Sabbatical this spring/summer. <b>We're</b><b> so grateful for this gift.</b> And so are our kids; they are unbelievably glad to have Daddy around all the time for the next three months. <br />
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And I have a confession: when he went on Sabbatical six years ago, I was nervous about having him around all. the. time. But it turned out to be incredible, and I can't wait to see what God has in store for our family this time around.<br />
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The purpose of the Sabbatical is to offer rest and rejuvenation for pastors, and to get healthy in all areas of life while seeking the Lord. During this time, he won't be going to work (although he will be planning and praying along the way), and so we won't be attending our church on a weekly basis. Instead, we'll get to see how other churches do things and he'll get to learn from other leaders in his position. Exciting!<br />
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<i>What Sabbatical doesn't mean: </i> We are NOT in solitary confinement! Are you reading this, friends and family? We love our church family so much and it's actually difficult to think about not being intimately involved in your lives over the next few months! We're still "allowed" to hang out with you, so don't be surprised when you see us and hear from us. :)<br />
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We just got back from an amazing week-long kick off to Gary's Sabbatical in California. Here's just a glimpse of some of the fun we had...<br />
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We celebrated Gary's Granny's 90th birthday.<br />
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We had a <i>blast</i> at Legoland...<br />
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Gary and I spent two days away (sans kids!) in Laguna Beach and Dana Point for silence and solitude, and during that time we saw WHALES just 40 yards from shore. Amazing! <br />
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We had several days of fun family time at the beach, complete with sand burials and dolphins.<br />
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And a couple of other <b>SUPER FUN</b> things that I'll blog about later this week...</div>
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We don't intend to keep up this kind of pace for the next 11 weeks, but what a joy to launch into Sabbatical in this way. Gary's posting a picture a day on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/gosborne99" target="_blank">his Facebook page</a> to track his Sabbatical, and I told him that the pictures might start getting dull now that we're home. A picture of him helping with the laundry... a picture of him taking the girls to school... but that sounds pretty awesome to me!Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-53220904204344210002012-04-04T18:16:00.000-06:002012-04-04T18:16:53.817-06:00Our Most Expensive ToyAny guesses how much this little yo-yo costs? Maybe this will help you: it's the first thing Emma ever bought with her very own money.<br />
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</div>Here's another clue:<br />
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The plumber was here this afternoon, fixing the toilet that's been clogged since yesterday. We immediately interrogated Brody, who denied that he or his toys had any part of the cloggeration. We plunged that thing to death with no luck, so we had to call the big guns. Brody waited by the door, so excited to see all his tools.<br />
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After draining it, he showed me on his magical plumber camera, that indeed, a toy was clogging the toilet. I sort of thought that might be the case. He put on some gloves and reached up there to try to get it. After having no luck, I suggested that I could try, since my hands are smaller. He looked at me incredulously and said that if I was serious he could give me gloves, but that it was up there pretty far. <br />
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<i>Was I serious? </i><br />
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<i></i>Heck yes, I was serious! Nothing grosses me out. Little did he know I'd removed a floater from the toilet just minutes before his arrival. Little does he know how many bottoms I wipe every day. Little does he know about those aquadumps that seem to happen every Sunday morning during bathtime. He either thinks I'm totally disgusting or totally rad now.<br />
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But I decided that if he said it was up there pretty far, I probably couldn't get it either, no matter how petite and delicate my hands are. <br />
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A little more work later...<br />
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</div>...and out came Emma's beloved yo-yo. Brody said he didn't do it. He said Chloe did it.... but admitted that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">he</span> flushed it. Hooray for teamwork.<br />
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As he pulled the yo-yo out, the plumber laughed and said, "I doubt you want this anymore..." but just as he was about to toss it, I lunged forward exclaiming, "ACTUALLY...!"<br />
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</div>His wife must not be a blogger.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To put that in perspective, that would buy about 90 pints of Ben & Jerry's. And thus begins my diet. *sigh*</div>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-33459571492024511812012-03-20T06:00:00.006-06:002012-03-20T06:00:10.379-06:00What is... mortified?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjUqjAVLZcQIYprIKZaFEMK3ltfSOBj413uCHe7gDWqM50hY0MZDyKJFKr0GYGg9ZqJocDPktEUQKR8IOssWiGCfqVpV7MDIkvP7e4OIV7WR0uHTF1ZiE-i3DGpMoJnLmYEnnag/s1600/jeopardy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZjUqjAVLZcQIYprIKZaFEMK3ltfSOBj413uCHe7gDWqM50hY0MZDyKJFKr0GYGg9ZqJocDPktEUQKR8IOssWiGCfqVpV7MDIkvP7e4OIV7WR0uHTF1ZiE-i3DGpMoJnLmYEnnag/s400/jeopardy.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Last June, <a href="http://flibbertigibberish.blogspot.com/2011/06/ill-take-crazy-for-200-alex.html" target="_blank">I blogged about a little crush I had on a Jeopardy contestant</a> back in high school:</div><br />
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Ahhh, Matt Morris. Yep, there he is in all his Teen Tournament glory. And there I am, in all my awkward high school glory. I thought he was so cute, and it seemed totally normal that my mom would snap a picture of me posing next to him on TV. <i>Totally normal.</i><br />
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Well, last weekend I received an email that caught me by surprise:<br />
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Wait... WHAT? So let me get this straight: Matt Morris read my blog? He saw that awkward, stalkerish picture? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the end, I decided to laugh, and I laughed HARD. And then just when I didn't think it could get more ridiculous or embarrassing, I got a follow-up email from the girl who dated him:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Wait, wait, wait. WHAT?! Seriously? I had to use my excellent stalker skills to find his Facebook profile. Sure enough...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Need a closer look?<br />
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Lovely. When I asked Gary what he thought about his wife's picture on some guy's Facebook page, he said, "What is... disturbing?!" Ha ha! I think it's hilarious. I can guarantee you that 18 years ago when that picture was taken, I never thought it would be on Facebook, I never thought I'd be blogging about it, but most of all, I never in a million years thought Matt Morris would ever see it. <br />
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Hey, Matt Morris: What is... a restraining order? :) Just kidding!<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">The girl who gave me the inside scoop about my Jeopardy crush blogs at </span></i><a href="http://www.eminnyc.tumblr.com/"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">www.eminnyc.tumblr.com</span></i></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Check her out!</span></i></span></span>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-8400545932975132012-02-14T14:30:00.000-07:002012-02-14T14:30:16.245-07:00Last, last, last, last-minute Valentines<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Happy Valentine's Day!</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>It's not like I didn't know WEEKS ago what our plan for class valentines was, but in typical Angie fashion, we were finishing them up in the car on our way to school this morning.<br />
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Yes, I could've taken the pictures WEEKS ago when we decided what this year's valentines would be. But instead, the pictures were taken last night around 5:30. <br />
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Off I sent them to walgreens.com. They'd be ready in an hour, but since I had a hot date last night, I thought it'd be no problem to pick them up on our way home. And that would've been fine... if the store was open that late. The darkened entrance was a dead give away that my lack of planning skills had once again done me no favors. <br />
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Walgreens opened at 8:00 this morning. School starts at 8:30. Uhh, no problem. I scrambled to get four kids and myself ready this morning in order to be there when the doors opened, but we got there at 8:15 instead. With the tape dispenser in the back seat and the girls' hands working furiously to finish their Valentines, we drove the one block to school and Emma dashed inside, just a few minutes late, but with adorable Valentines in hand. Addie finished hers in the car on the way to school after MOPS while eating her lunch. Some may call it rushed and bad planning, I call it teaching the the life skill of multi-tasking.<br />
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</div>It looks like I don't need to worry about valentines for another 364 days! Whew.<br />
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Last year their valentines looked like this:<br />
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In case you want to plan ahead and make similar ones for next year (you could start now!), they're a breeze to make. I just hung up a sheet/blanket as a backdrop (optional). Then I took a picture of the girls with outstretched arms.<br />
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Next I uploaded the picture to <a href="http://picnik.com/">picnik.com</a> to add the text and hearts, uploaded it to walgreens.com to get them printed, attached the candy, and voila! Adorable valentines that are cheap, super easy, and totally cute. <br />
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Yesterday I was ready to wimp out and do the traditional perforated valentines, but the girls insisted on these. I'm glad! The scramble and the effort are worth it.<br />
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Maybe I <i>should</i> start next year's valentines tonight. Brody will be in school and I'll have three sets to worry about. Oy.Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-52565552335717030992012-02-05T14:25:00.001-07:002012-02-05T14:26:49.133-07:00I Am A Material Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Even though the Broncos aren't playing, if I think hard enough, I can probably name the two teams that are playing. But I can tell you who's performing at halftime in a nanosecond.</span></div><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Madonna is set to take the halftime stage at the Superbowl later today, and I admit, I'm excited to watch. I feel a kinship of sorts with Madonna. You might not know it, but I was in the Material Girl video.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, okay, it was a remake.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A long time ago when MTV was barely born, my 2nd grade music teacher, Mr. Dennis, had us break into groups to create music videos. There was a catchy new song out called, "Material Girl," and Jessica, Kristen and I were going to nail it. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We had a couple of days to choreograph and plan our big video debut. We'd lip synced our song a hundred times, our hair was perfectly crimped and teased, and our neon leg warmers were in place.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm absolutely certain we had no idea what the song was about. Madonna's message of living an affluent, extravagant life was lost on us 7-year-olds. I'd never seen the video and it was probably many years later when I finally saw it for the first time. And maybe that's when it hit me: our version of Material Girl was so... different.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For a solid four minutes, my innocent 2nd grade friends and I traipsed around our music room, bobbing our heads, dancing, and flinging brightly colored fabric strips.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's a version you won't see Madonna perform at the Super Bowl show today. But as I sit and watch her perform today with some like-minded crafty friends, it seems appropriate that a bunch of material girls would be cheering on the Material Girl. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Super Bowl Sunday!</span></div>Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20806515.post-67279740436469377492012-01-31T06:00:00.002-07:002012-01-31T06:00:01.930-07:00Feelin' the Christmas Love Until Valentine's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnB-vrXVAJetTAUdbmrxvHa9A4BLVhk0PhXu3uPX-ThOmYTdGDiLF59TqDX-J4oJxLPaX2F0iXyvD0cU8xq-qnziC0bg5eVxsMggH_2Jcdh4ySec1ymNy_ARTbg_CVESXs6D6xg/s1600/carddisplay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZnB-vrXVAJetTAUdbmrxvHa9A4BLVhk0PhXu3uPX-ThOmYTdGDiLF59TqDX-J4oJxLPaX2F0iXyvD0cU8xq-qnziC0bg5eVxsMggH_2Jcdh4ySec1ymNy_ARTbg_CVESXs6D6xg/s400/carddisplay.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div>The Christmas decorations have been packed away for almost a month now.<br />
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Except for the Christmas cards.<br />
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</div>I just can't bear to put them away! I have them displayed on a large stretch of wall that I walk by a million times a day. I love seeing the smiling faces all day long of so many people that I love.<br />
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And so, I've made the executive decision to display Christmas cards until... Valentine's Day! It's the holiday of <i>looovvve</i>, so why not have a daily reminder of the people God's put in your life to love?<br />
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And besides... um... I *still* haven't sent out <i>our</i> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">Christmas</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">New Year's</span> Valentine's Day cards, and I know there are others out there who intend to send them out as well, and so I will keep them up while I wait for them in the mail. And for those reading this who have yet to receive our card, you need to know that being nixed from next year's Christmas card list would break my heart and is among my biggest fears. <br />
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Okay, that might be just a little exaggeration, but I do love getting your cards.<br />
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When I took down all the Christmas decorations, I switched out the red velvet ribbon I had the pictures hanging from for a simple piece of twine. Now it seems less Christmasy. I think next year I'll use <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sturdy-Small-Craft-Clothespins-pkg/dp/B0047HR1CM/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1327997358&sr=8-5" target="_blank">these teensy little cute clothespins</a> since they'd be less distracting. And I might need to add another row. It's getting crowded!<br />
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Gary and I made a sign to display over our cards. It says, "I thank my God every time I remember you." (Philippians 1:3) At Christmastime, it's perfect with sprigs of holly and pinecones garnishing it, but take them off and... voila! A perfect way to display cards through Valentine's Day.<br />
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When I finally do take down the cards, I think I might make one of these ideas that I found on Pinterest. <br />
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These <a href="http://melissasprojects.blogspot.com/2011/10/prayer-sticks.html" target="_blank">prayer sticks</a> are such a cute idea... if I can get the guts to cut up the beautiful pictures!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But if I chicken out, I <i>love</i> the idea of <a href="http://eighteen25.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-card-books.html" target="_blank">these little books</a>. The link will take you to printable covers to make your own. Love it!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdq2eZMRpg45TEK-Z-pAoJ2VUztaITQqGqPScS5IV3Q8X-dwNgFVyLFsCK0kR6B6wVe2UgP-b387BsvOSaz-ac7GPpZwQ_m4nKGdWQ0enVsqc7FE7zGB2GGpXYCE_npuOS1TwBw/s1600/christmascardbooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdq2eZMRpg45TEK-Z-pAoJ2VUztaITQqGqPScS5IV3Q8X-dwNgFVyLFsCK0kR6B6wVe2UgP-b387BsvOSaz-ac7GPpZwQ_m4nKGdWQ0enVsqc7FE7zGB2GGpXYCE_npuOS1TwBw/s400/christmascardbooks.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Are you still displaying your cards? Do you think I'm just in denial and will display them until Mother's Day after I've finally sent out <i>May Day cards</i>? What do <i>you</i> do with old Christmas cards?Angie @ Flibbertigibberishhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14135538155401711109noreply@blogger.com7