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Married twenty-five years to my wonderful husband and best friend. We have 3 "home-grown" kids and 1 hand-picked by God from Africa. Our life is blessed. We are a close knit family with strong Christian beliefs. Come along with us on our journey…you might have a great laugh or two.

Thursday, December 7, 2017

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Lindsey Stirling and a quick weekend...

My youngest daughter and I took a quick trip last weekend down to Oklahoma to see our oldest daughter at college.  I say "quick" loosely because 9 hours down there is not quick.  We have to drive through Kansas and ain't nothin' to see on that toll road.  Nothin'.

I roped my daughter into going with me because I also promised both girls I would take them to go and see Lindsey Stirling in concert in Tulsa, which was two more hours away.  That's a whole lot of driving...well, considering she was going to be 2 hours away from our house the next day.  Oh well.  That wasn't really the point though, was it?

Anyway, it was so much fun!  I love to see the girls together.  It's like watching two BFF's get together and squeal and giggle till their hearts content.  I just took a book and listened to them talk in the hotel until the wee hours.  Did my heart good.  And I think it did them some good as well.

The concert was amazing.  Lindsey is so talented and gifted and she uses her platform in such a positive way.  Kudos to her!  Well, we're back now and into the grind of this week.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Catching up...

For me to begin blogging again, it would be best if I caught up what has happened to our family.  Stories going forward will be so confusing if I don't.  So here goes...

I last posted almost two years ago and much has happened since then.  Our oldest son, who is now almost 20, was diagnosed with a mental illness called bipolar as well as he's on the spectrum of autism with aspects of Aspergers.  If you know anything about mental illness, it's real.  It never stops.  And it affects the entire family.  

You do everything in your power to save your child but you battle demons.  Dark, horrible demons you cannot see.  If you don't believe in the devil, go out and fight for someone with a mental illness and you will come face to face with him.  I know I'm going to heaven when I die.....I'm just fighting to keep my child from getting there before me.  

And....it....never....stops.  Ever.  

It ages you in a way I cannot put into words.  There are days you just want to be normal.  But honestly, I don't know what that is anymore.  So you put one foot in front of the other and go forward.  I have spent more time on my knees praying for a miracle that one should be allowed.  I believe with all my heart that God is working here.  


It's what gets us up in the mornings.  And makes us move forward.  You have to believe and know with all your heart that things will change.  For the better.  You must never give up.  Never lose faith.

But in the middle of the dark times, God has given us some laughter as well.  

Our oldest daughter graduated high school and is now a freshman at the University of Oklahoma.  The big OU.  She adores it there.  I'm so very proud of her.  Because of all of the circumstances, she has been forced into the role of the oldest child and takes such good care of her younger siblings.  We miss her something fierce but with FaceTime and texting not a day goes by that we don't talk with her.  She'll be home in a little over a week for Christmas break.  I cannot wait.  She has such a positive energy and joy that just overflows when she's around.  And I think the younger ones need her here too.  So we're counting down the days here.

As for our youngest daughter, I believe she is having the hardest time.  She's lost not only her oldest brother to something she doesn't understand, but also her best friend...her sister to college.  We try to be patient with her, but you still need to gently teach and nurture in the middle of some tough times.  When she resents her older brother for taking my time away from her, I listen.  Her world is different now.  It's no longer normal.  And that is something I completely understand.  So we spend as much time as we can with her doing sometimes the smallest of things.  Watching a movie.  Going to swim meets.  Playing games.  Anything that will show her that we're all still here.  And that we love her no matter what.  

Our smallest little one we have chosen to shelter the most.  He knows nothing of what is going on with his oldest brother.  He's only 8 and it would be unimaginable to give him this burden to bear.  Someday we'll tell him.....but not today.  He needs his childhood.  Legos, wii, football and all.  He doesn't need to grow up any faster than that.  And he's doing just fine.  

So that's it, two years in a nutshell.  For now, we'll just take it one day at a time and enjoy the moments that God gives us along the way.  

Monday, December 4, 2017

Survival mode

It's been a very long time.

I'd almost given up the idea of ever writing on this blog again.  I had placed it on a shelf so to speak and just hunkered down into a type of survival mode.  No one wants to write about the days you just barely get through.  You don't want to remember how hard it was or is, much less put it out there for all the world to see and judge.  So you survive.

But in the midst of that survival, there are still moments that touch our hearts.  Moments that make us smile, make us laugh and make us remember to keep pushing forward.  Forward to brighter days.

So I'm going to start blogging again.  Kind of like journaling for me.  Just me.

I'm not looking to get famous.  Not looking to teach anybody anything.  Cause let's face it....what do I know?  This is just one family's story.  Our story.  This is just our life....

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The apples are ready….

I don't want to say it but I think we are apple farmers.  I mean we have a lot of apple trees.  63 to be exact.  Okay, actually that number is down this year.  We lost a couple to a bad storm and then we lost a couple more simply due to the actual weight of the apples on the trees.  So I'm thinking we are in the 50's somewhere, but I've not counted lately.  What difference does it make when you look out to sea of red apples.

Our harvest is phenomenal this year.  It's crazy.  When I mow in the orchard and just barely bump a branch all you hear is thump, thump, thump, thump with the tons of apples hitting the ground.  Of course they end up all over the mower and me and everything else.  Funny….but not.

We never sprayed the apples this year and I have to admit, we have been lucky.  The only thing that they have are some black soot spots which scrubs off with a cloth under the water.  Not too bad for two people who have no idea how to raise apple trees.  This year I just let God take over and I'm thinkin' he did a pretty good job.

Today, I have peeled apples almost all day long.  Applesauce had my name written all over it.  Yep.  It did.  Lots and lots of applesauce was canned.  But not nearly enough to even make a tiny dent in the amount of apples left on the trees.

So I got to thinkin'….

And finally, I took the plunge.

I put a sign out at the end of our driveway, and I thought I'd sell me some apples.  Scary, I know.  But guess what???  Our farm is now officially open for business.

….I probably ought to let my husband know.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Yesterday, I got all excited….

The grater guy was here smoothing out our yard.  Now, I cannot tell you how long we have been waiting for our "yard" to be put in.  Yard meaning the area just around our house, not the entire farm.

Nope.  Been mowing that for like forever now.

Anyhow, been waiting a long time for this guy to finally show up.  And he did.  Worked all day moving and spreading and smoothing everything out so pretty.  And wouldn't ya know it.

Today it rained.

Now, I'm not talking a tiny bit of it.  Nope.  It poured and poured and poured.  And I watched that pretty, smooth yard go slipping and sliding all the way down our driveway.  Grrrrrrr…..


Now, I've got myself a mud patch you would not believe.  It's like a mud moat around my house.  No way in.  And no way out.  Wanna come in?  Ya gotta come through the mud people.  Wanna take the dog out.  Ya gotta go out through the mud moat.  Ugh….

All I wanted was some grass in the yard.  Is that too much to ask?

Friday, September 18, 2015