tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-160278632024-03-12T18:00:29.411-07:00Gumby WorldMy kids, my life, my need for a sanity check.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-35627268197362301842009-12-10T18:07:00.000-08:002009-12-10T18:14:30.821-08:00Wow. Has it been that long since my last post?I guess so. Dates don't lie. What a crazy life this year has been. It is ending on a wonderful note. Jeff is done with the 'liquid' chemo part of his treatment. He will move on to taking meds in pill form for the next part. It has been an amazing ride. I know we are not done yet. We will keep on fighting.<br /><br />I am thinking of doing something different with my blog for this next year. We will see how it goes. I am going to combine my love of reading and activism together and attempt to do the challenges listed in this blog:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://socialjusticechallenge.mawbooks.com/"><img src="http://socialjusticechallenge.mawbooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/social-justice-button.gif" alt="2010 Social Justice Reading Challenge" height="158" width="210" /></a><br /><br />I think there is so much we are called to do in this world. We can't take a back seat and think someone else will do the job. We can and need to do our part. I can't wait to see where {and how far I can get, :-)} this takes me.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-14040792659647195602009-07-19T19:05:00.001-07:002009-07-19T19:21:02.211-07:00So How Are You Today?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SmPRCRAYcBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HS-wCucr5tg/s1600-h/Friends+and+swim+032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360357818355970066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SmPRCRAYcBI/AAAAAAAAAwg/HS-wCucr5tg/s320/Friends+and+swim+032.JPG" /></a> Here we are... Jeff has started his long bout of chemo. It should last about 6 weeks. I don't think it will be much fun at all. I know it frustrates him to feel so yucky. He said the last 4-5 days has felt like he is living with the flu constantly. The last time he had this kind of chemo he was in the hospital. Now he has to juggle driving to the Doctor, work and home. I know he is exhausted at the end of the day.<br /><br />How am I? Tired. There are days I'm great. I know life is so good and filled with laughter (thanks to Jeff). Then there are days where I can't take another person "needing" me. I'm tired. The kids do start school tomorrow and getting back into a routine will be good, maybe come quiet time during the day. <br /><div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-12919869472768509012009-07-10T08:53:00.000-07:002009-07-11T06:40:14.291-07:00Saturday, at the Pool, on the 4th of July<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleDf2jmJ1I/AAAAAAAAAwI/dVfLcEtRiAo/s1600-h/4th+of+July+053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356894865024493394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleDf2jmJ1I/AAAAAAAAAwI/dVfLcEtRiAo/s320/4th+of+July+053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleB5Ae3gmI/AAAAAAAAAvY/LneSE-y7RnY/s1600-h/4th+of+July+031.JPG"></a></div><div>The 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> of July was a lot of fun. Jeff's sister, Marion, came out and treated us to a weekend at a local resort. The big draw was the pool but the local wildlife (lizards, rabbits, birds, oh my) and food was a big hit too.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893121384498066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleB6W_bQ5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/6nwjo3IX2X0/s320/4th+of+July+062.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356894859869852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleDfjWok8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/j3V0OvBTeeI/s320/4th+of+July+046.JPG" border="0" /> <div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893131919700498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleB6-PNshI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Efsme4xlY7M/s320/4th+of+July+051.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356893111652231074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleB5yvEp6I/AAAAAAAAAvo/sPQ_kbSILW4/s320/4th+of+July+050.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356894873505300130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleDgWJk_qI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/AYt8H5bzqLk/s320/4th+of+July+057.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Even the dog, Cocoa, got a vacation... and love it. I think Aunt Marion might just love the dog more than us, ~grins~<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356895147553211618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SleDwTDsROI/AAAAAAAAAwY/CVvY1JAxEOc/s320/4th+of+July+039.JPG" border="0" /><br />Life is pretty good at our house. We are expecting some more visitors to arrive for the week. Jeff starts another long round of chemo (we have to say good-bye to the hair he finally grew). The kids start back to school in a week. I know I'll blog about that. Andrew will be in High School and Catherine in Middle School. I don't know if my nerves can handle so much change. It's been a big year so far. </div><div> </div><div>It will be the year that Jeff and I talk about in our old age (in an old age voice) "remember back in '09 when Obama was elected, you came down with Leukemia, and the kids seemed to grow up so much in just 1 year. Now that was a year. What a year."<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-32013629893009144062009-06-29T23:46:00.001-07:002009-06-29T23:55:51.359-07:00Funny Things on a Stressful Day...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Skm1AkKqbeI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CBdF9ldU3zk/s1600-h/7-26-06_paper_airplane.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353008653419572706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Skm1AkKqbeI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/CBdF9ldU3zk/s320/7-26-06_paper_airplane.gif" /></a><br /><div>It is Monday. That is probably enough. It is also The Dr Visit day (find out what the next step is and adjust). It is the day my kids wake up poking, arguing, yelling, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">denying</span>, crying... rinse and repeat. I know I probably added to the fiasco of the day but it is what it is. </div><div> </div><div>So on a trip to get the kids out of the house and off my last nerve this is what we see. A ton of airplanes. We live close to an air base so we see them all the time. Just hearing Silvia's joy as she shouts "I see a Paper Airplane!" just brought a smile to my face. Then Georgia had to say "That's not a paper airplane. Just a plane" to which Silvia has to yell "No! a PAPER AIRPLANE!!!" to which Georgia has to reply "No. Just a plane." to which I have to say "It's a Paper Airplane if she wants it to be even if it isn't!". Aw, to be a mom and say what needs to be said to stop an argument. Life is ok.</div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-37549217686539923582009-06-27T12:17:00.000-07:002009-06-27T12:57:00.432-07:00Good Times with Good Friends...<div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352096985705197426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SkZ32hRlr3I/AAAAAAAAAuw/-Tljo0DbiMo/s320/Aunt+Tammy+visit+080.JPG" /> I am so lucky this summer. So many friends and family are coming out here to visit. First my sister Tammy arrived. She brought along Megan and a friend. We had a blast running round Mt. Lemmon and going to the mall.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352096980969172450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SkZ32PobreI/AAAAAAAAAug/7X4SwVnNxWM/s320/Aunt+Tammy+visit+048.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352096981402172386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SkZ32RPqu-I/AAAAAAAAAuo/XEq-_jCJFAM/s320/Aunt+Tammy+visit+062.JPG" /> Then a Mommy friend I met on one of my mommy boards came out for a few days. We had a lot of fun at the pool and the Tucson Children's Museum.</div><div> <div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352097942776013970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SkZ4uOpDZJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/M5vMIY7T90I/s320/AB+Mom+meetup+025.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352097946980469938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SkZ4ueTeTLI/AAAAAAAAAvI/oxI2N-KmSgE/s320/AB+Mom+meetup+005.JPG" /><br /><div>Up next is my Sister in Law. We will have a fun weekend at one of the resorts here in Tucson. Lots of pools, relaxation and great company. (will post pictures of that later).</div><div></div><br /><div>Also, Jeff and I are legal finally. Today is our 21st anniversary. Wow, 21 years. Through Thick and Thin, I would do it all over again... with him. I do love that man. Get to feeling better soon so we can go out to eat, sweetie!</div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-50670215922413466032009-05-27T20:44:00.000-07:002009-05-27T21:37:27.990-07:00This Award Goes To....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sh4JA5-2CrI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jzsEZvQpdSY/s1600-h/AtlasAwardLG.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340716119277046450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sh4JA5-2CrI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jzsEZvQpdSY/s320/AtlasAwardLG.gif" border="0" /></a> Recently I have felt as if I have the world on my shoulders. It felt heavy there for just a short time. It seems the world isn't that heavy when you have so many wonderful people helping you carry it along the way. I would like to give the Atlas Award to the following people or groups of people.....<br /><br />1. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Marion, my Sister in Law</strong></span>.. She was the first to be here. She (and her sister) knew what was coming even though Jeff and I were in denial. I am so thankful for her knowldge (although it was learned the hard way with the fight against Cancer with her Mom). She flew into Tucson knowing I had 5 kids at home and offered to do what needed to be done. AND she is coming back for another visit. I'm glad The Kids didn't scare her off ~grins~.<br /><br />2. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Desert Skies United Methodist Church</strong></span>.. Wow. This church is amazing. I get chocked up just thinking about all that they have done. Food, extra fridge, visits, food, prayers, love, food, babysitting... I especially give this award to Jennifer. This lady is amazing and answered her phone when I called even though she knew I was probably going to ask for some child running favors.<br /><br />3. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>The Moms</strong></span>.. I might be the only daughter/daughter-in-law that can say she had her mom and her mother-in-law in the same house for 2 weeks and would have them here again, together. They both jumped in with serving food, doing homework, walks to the park, baths, love, fun and giggles. I don't think my kids even missed me while I was at the hospital with Jeff cause they had it all (and then some... Cocoa, the dog, still misses Memaw and Marion cause she got a few extra scraps that normally don't come her way). I can just imagine how it feels to see your child dealing with such stress (Jeff and me). Thanks Art, Kathy, Q and Izzy for lending Granny out for a spell.<br /><br />4. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Tammy, Sabrina, Allison, Amy, Russell, Silvia, Mary and so many more</strong></span>.. From siblings to friends to cyber friends I've never met in person, your phone calls, cards, facebooking, e-mailing helped me so much. For those that just talked about their lives to take my mind off of mine, I can not thank you enough. I know you wanted to ask what was going on but helping with my mental breaks meant to much to me. The gift package of love that I got from some mom friends had me in tears thinking about how many people we have in our lives that we touch but also touch us.<br /><br />5. <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Facebook Family</strong></span>.. I swear, where did I spend my time before this wonderful piece of software cyberspace home? The ability to talk to old friends, keep in touch with family far and near, chatting with new friends... it is amazing. I loved being about to keep all of you informed. Seemed to be for selfish reasons. I loved know so many people were out there cheering Jeff off. We had to have had people sending up prayers from so many states and countries. <br /><br />I know we still have more to go but Jeff did get the word "remission" from his last bone marrow. Now to keep him there. There is more chemo, more dr appointments, more hospital stays, more stress, more joy... we are not done yet but let me just say that I'm not afraid of the weight. With so many giving a hand to hold that up, I almost think it is filled with air. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-23876617136469838232009-05-08T21:35:00.001-07:002009-05-08T21:42:47.629-07:00Something To Remember If You Come Visit My House...if you bring a bottle of shampoo, you know something like this... <div><div><div><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678821020323762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgUIoPDwz7I/AAAAAAAAAtw/SsHJCCQOwu0/s320/Kids+in+May+004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Don't leave it in the bathroom (like most people do) because my kids might do this with it....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678836670540162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgUIpJXEKYI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/BTBlbNqpW7w/s320/Kids+in+May+005.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678824495099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgUIocANsBI/AAAAAAAAAt4/XKv5Uz9eWLg/s320/Kids+in+May+001.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678826644321698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgUIokAoNaI/AAAAAAAAAuA/aFArv8GBJH8/s320/Kids+in+May+002.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333678831457799794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgUIo18QDnI/AAAAAAAAAuI/9WgOxqUys3c/s320/Kids+in+May+003.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p>When I asked why use the WHOLE bottle of shampoo in their bath they told me "We LOVE bubble baths!" Sigh. It's what I get for doing laundy right next door and thinking they were just giggling with sisterly love.</p>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-72363674773434705632009-05-07T08:52:00.000-07:002009-05-07T09:38:17.958-07:00Thank Goodness I Have a Thing For Bald(ish) Men....In no particular order....<br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPqi-T4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/CtP-aA7OAwg/s1600-h/sean.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113249925582722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPqi-T4I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/CtP-aA7OAwg/s320/sean.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPrka9PI/AAAAAAAAAtI/R2TP3C3Y8Mo/s1600-h/coneheads_B.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113250200089842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPrka9PI/AAAAAAAAAtI/R2TP3C3Y8Mo/s320/coneheads_B.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPkZgKwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/kaXaFGRWjBg/s1600-h/bruce_willis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113248275245826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPkZgKwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/kaXaFGRWjBg/s320/bruce_willis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113256035623602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGQBTuIrI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cIof3UlEvuQ/s320/Chrome+Dome+001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333122074341939234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMORUDyGCI/AAAAAAAAAto/v66UPu4pHI0/s320/Homer%2520Simpson.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPCuYRDI/AAAAAAAAAs4/RSMcPFa-zlw/s1600-h/2581-180px-patrickstewart2004-08-03-baldness.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333113239236002866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMGPCuYRDI/AAAAAAAAAs4/RSMcPFa-zlw/s320/2581-180px-patrickstewart2004-08-03-baldness.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I think is started with this guy and I don't ever LIKE to clean...<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333114838065511074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SgMHsG1CeqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gkV2hCSW0I0/s320/photo-2709.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-64063814717635744792009-05-04T10:02:00.000-07:002009-05-04T10:19:57.369-07:00He Is Home and Life Finds a New Normal...<div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8hbHB5YmI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ECukddi1YC8/s1600-h/Kim%27s+pictures+018.JPG"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332016384193723618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gprRt_OI/AAAAAAAAAr4/6fseL0XZeMU/s320/Kim%27s+pictures+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gqqFRECI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ZcwUPay3qZE/s1600-h/Kim%27s+pictures+018.JPG"></a>Jeff has been home for a week. Although nice it has caused a little stress. The "what if's" and what the future holds is a little scary. The kids are much happier to have him home and have to check in on him all the time. Jeff has so much more treatment ahead of him. I know we are all anxious to find our family groove again.</div><br /><br /><div></div>We made it to church on Sunday. The girls had on their new dresses but were not in the mood for The Perfect Picture. sigh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gqMVtTwI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Td3FKEg4WuE/s1600-h/Kim%27s+pictures+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332016393068826370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gqMVtTwI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Td3FKEg4WuE/s320/Kim%27s+pictures+011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332018501536872114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8ik6_qdrI/AAAAAAAAAso/SFZ-t7-8yp0/s320/Kim%27s+pictures+006.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />And then a swim party that afternoon.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gp8RjDjI/AAAAAAAAAsA/y_OXu82Y2Gc/s1600-h/Kim%27s+pictures+006.JPG"></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332016396488183666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8gqZE8j3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q35oFBmqd04/s320/Kim%27s+pictures+013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />And since Georgia went swimming in her new bathing suit the other girls had to try theirs out too. They can not wait for the swimming pool to open up down the street.<br /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332018506271738722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/Sf8ilMoiy2I/AAAAAAAAAsw/l1Uz45ijabQ/s320/Kim%27s+pictures+018.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-87940697202309672952009-04-18T15:48:00.001-07:002009-04-18T15:59:18.322-07:00One week of Chemo down...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepbG3KJiII/AAAAAAAAArw/6LG4YtluhIA/s1600-h/00002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepbG3KJiII/AAAAAAAAArw/6LG4YtluhIA/s320/00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326169682762893442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />3 more to go. Jeff had Chemo on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Then a few days off. He will do another round again this week. He is doing well. very little side effects so far.<br /><br />Here he is trying to be one of those PJ models in the JC Penney catalogs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepZNiU6INI/AAAAAAAAArI/1r1EdZwJnXs/s1600-h/00001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepZNiU6INI/AAAAAAAAArI/1r1EdZwJnXs/s320/00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326167598406705362" border="0" /></a> Because he can NOT get sick the younger kids can not go into his hospital room to visit. His bedroom is beside an open court yard so I take the kids up to visit through his window. He calls himself "Boy in the Bubble"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSp2MF9I/AAAAAAAAAro/P2pEal0zn5E/s1600-h/00008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSp2MF9I/AAAAAAAAAro/P2pEal0zn5E/s320/00008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326168785836316626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSWVfoJI/AAAAAAAAArg/-tDZUocagM4/s1600-h/00007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSWVfoJI/AAAAAAAAArg/-tDZUocagM4/s320/00007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326168780598911122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSINN_9I/AAAAAAAAArY/zVj9VpUhrlM/s1600-h/00006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaSINN_9I/AAAAAAAAArY/zVj9VpUhrlM/s320/00006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326168776806105042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaR7EQ5cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/_9wG4VYbwco/s1600-h/00005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SepaR7EQ5cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/_9wG4VYbwco/s320/00005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326168773278885314" border="0" /></a>Silvia isn't crying because of Jeff. Catherine had picked her up and she busted her head on the window trying to get to him.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-80518340734299248392009-04-13T12:44:00.000-07:002009-04-13T14:17:24.312-07:00It is Easter....2009 has been an interesting year so far. Here are a few pictures of the kids and a little Easter fun...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpl9zWbUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eEPt5DtGe4U/s1600-h/00001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpl9zWbUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/eEPt5DtGe4U/s320/00001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285654192254274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmKdxh8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S6mM1Bvbh1k/s1600-h/00002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmKdxh8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/S6mM1Bvbh1k/s320/00002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285657591416770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmRSuvsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/trFFyTu_P34/s1600-h/00023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmRSuvsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/trFFyTu_P34/s320/00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285659424145090" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmrmsRxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JdW7Y17yIt0/s1600-h/00026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmrmsRxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JdW7Y17yIt0/s320/00026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285666487191314" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmwzJFII/AAAAAAAAAqY/vPSuP9WM5l8/s1600-h/00034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpmwzJFII/AAAAAAAAAqY/vPSuP9WM5l8/s320/00034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285667881587842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpycKEYwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Q-0Q67hF3AI/s1600-h/00043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOpycKEYwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/Q-0Q67hF3AI/s320/00043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324285868499034882" border="0" /></a><br />My apologies to the kids for so little pictures. I'm usually a camera hog and have to make myself stop and choose. Our Easter this year was just a little different. On Tuesday of this week, Jeff checked in to the hospital. On his Birthday, Friday, we found out he has Leukemia (ALL). He is starting Chemo today. Here are a few pictures of Jeff with his fighting PJ's on and ready to go...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrYkGBagI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VEcOBE3Q87k/s1600-h/00047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrYkGBagI/AAAAAAAAAqo/VEcOBE3Q87k/s320/00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287622976203266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrYuf7D8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/RKP5vu_0id4/s1600-h/00048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrYuf7D8I/AAAAAAAAAqw/RKP5vu_0id4/s320/00048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287625769193410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrZK27aXI/AAAAAAAAArA/_o1K0TYz69E/s1600-h/00049.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrZK27aXI/AAAAAAAAArA/_o1K0TYz69E/s320/00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287633381878130" border="0" /></a>The last picture is Jeff saying goodbye to his beer belly. <br /><br />He is READY. We are going to win.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrY-zDjII/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ve7jsNVL7KQ/s1600-h/00046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SeOrY-zDjII/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ve7jsNVL7KQ/s320/00046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324287630144408706" border="0" /></a>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-72212573003512934592009-02-12T06:33:00.001-08:002009-02-12T08:42:12.772-08:00The Tooth Fairy Was Active At Our House....<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SZQzci-KLoI/AAAAAAAAApo/j9DoBfQm-zs/s1600-h/charteeth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301919226838789762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SZQzci-KLoI/AAAAAAAAApo/j9DoBfQm-zs/s400/charteeth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Charlotte says: "I'm glad the Tooth Fairy Likes Kids Momma!"</div><div>Me too, sweetie.</div><div> </div><div>So the bottom 2 teeth came out on their own, like they should. With much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">excitement</span> and angst. She didn't want to loose her teeth... she didn't want to grow up... "Momma wiggle my teeth, NO, don't touch"... and finally with total shock and glee, they fell out. The tooth fairy showed up (at our friends Amy's house, thank goodness the Tooth fairy knows all things!) and all was well. Fast forward a month. She loves those skates. It just when one falls face first in our garage (you know, with concrete) on the step the battle between teeth and rock is a no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">brainer</span>. A trip to the dentist and $100 later, the Tooth Fairy shows up again. She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">received</span> a little more than normal for those last 2 teeth. I call it Guilt money. Like I should have known to stuff her mouth with a mouth <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">guard</span> before a round of skating but whatever. She is now the proud owner of a straw hole and proud to show it off to anyone that will look.</div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-57944569047000517862009-02-09T11:36:00.000-08:002009-02-09T11:47:26.654-08:00Life Has Been Busy...<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SZCGbb_xpTI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fj1sS15koKk/s1600-h/all4ofus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300884567344915762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SZCGbb_xpTI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fj1sS15koKk/s320/all4ofus.jpg" border="0" /></a> We had a great Christmas. It was so much fun to have all 4 of us together again. I have such wonderful memories (and some not so wonderful but who thinks about those all the time, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>) growing up with these people. </div><div> </div><div>Mike throwing rocks at wasps nests and Russell and I trying to escape, we didn't. Mike abandoning me at the top of a "mountain" behind my grandparents farm. Mike and I setting my Grandfathers hay field on fire. Good times.</div><div> </div><div>Beating Russell in running a race and I was wearing hills (that was the last time I raced him). Use trying out jumps on our bikes after watching Dukes of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hazard</span>. Watching Russell running down the isle of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wal-mart</span> showing me how fast his new shoes were.</div><div> </div><div>Sharing a bed with Tammy at my Grandmothers. She would fall asleep holding my finger. Tammy and I trying out new "dance" steps after watching Dance Fever. Seeing the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">excitement</span> of getting her first razor.</div><div> </div><div>Makes me wonder what my kids will remember about their childhood growing up with each other. </div><p align="center"> </p></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-82622814666298298242008-12-15T15:01:00.001-08:002008-12-15T15:07:31.308-08:00Cast Iron Skillet Art...Things my husband does to make me smile....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiYb3DduI/AAAAAAAAApE/4rt0-YsmR8M/s1600-h/00038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiYb3DduI/AAAAAAAAApE/4rt0-YsmR8M/s320/00038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280156522561894114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiYJKgkRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/U7_oRy3RPkE/s1600-h/00029.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiYJKgkRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/U7_oRy3RPkE/s320/00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280156517543219474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiCpzmLiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vwQI7HeVLG0/s1600-h/00013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SUbiCpzmLiI/AAAAAAAAAo0/vwQI7HeVLG0/s320/00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280156148348366370" border="0" /></a>I never know what I'll wake up to the next morning if he cleans the kitchen the night before. Do you think he has a calling? I saw a guy that makes life sized Lego portraits and asks big bucks for it and someone else that does those etch-a-sketch drawings. I'm sure he could find a niche.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-15160606953409017312008-12-04T07:10:00.000-08:002008-12-04T07:24:55.349-08:00My Crazy World...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf0d-AgWNI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YEsGvv4P3kQ/s1600-h/00014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf0d-AgWNI/AAAAAAAAAoU/YEsGvv4P3kQ/s320/00014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275954284186327250" border="0" /></a><br />Kids, they always keep us on our toes. Mine are no different. It seems my accident prone daughter, Catherine, has struck again. I thought it was going to be my son, Andrew, that would send me to the Dr/ER/Radiology more than anyone. That is what stereotypes do to you. But no, it is my pink, frilly, princess Catherine that has had a broken collar bone, dislocated elbow (a couple of times), 3rd degree sunburns, illnesses out the wazoo and now.... a drum roll.....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf0JgYjt9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6A6617DpLho/s1600-h/00004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf0JgYjt9I/AAAAAAAAAoM/6A6617DpLho/s320/00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275953932636764114" border="0" /></a><br />Yep, a broken foot.. complete with cast. Yes that is blue, because pink is passe in her book for now. It seems that a cast iron lid (our 12 inch lid) fell straight down on her foot. A couple of broken metatarsals later, we are here, hobbling around on crutches, enjoying the attention but hating the pain in her arms as well as her foot. I'm thinking I need to up my caffeine intake to keep up with these kids.<br /><br />I am amazed that Thanksgiving as come and gone...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf1Yk05nrI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Gw-A3KGW2P8/s1600-h/00017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf1Yk05nrI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Gw-A3KGW2P8/s320/00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275955291039047346" border="0" /></a>and we are in the home stretch of Christmas. I think the kids are ready....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf2CeOyfeI/AAAAAAAAAok/r7AR7J3TdI0/s1600-h/00023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf2CeOyfeI/AAAAAAAAAok/r7AR7J3TdI0/s320/00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956010823089634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf2C2faE4I/AAAAAAAAAos/SbZ4vUDiOKM/s1600-h/00017.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/STf2C2faE4I/AAAAAAAAAos/SbZ4vUDiOKM/s320/00017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275956017335243650" border="0" /></a>But am I????Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-45542036966679713222008-11-27T07:25:00.001-08:002008-11-27T07:27:41.983-08:00To All Of You....<a href="http://www.thehutch.com/turkey.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 605px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thehutch.com/turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.thehutch.com/turkey.jpg"></a><br />And my kids say "No School Day!"<br /><div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-1944593270897411682008-11-20T08:14:00.000-08:002008-11-20T09:29:21.307-08:00I Love You Too....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SSWOJZV9ZaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g-DYPzSX6oU/s1600-h/charpose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270775230979990946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SSWOJZV9ZaI/AAAAAAAAAoE/g-DYPzSX6oU/s320/charpose.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Charlotte:</strong></span> I love you Mom.</div><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> I love you too.</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Charlotte:</strong></span> Why do you call me that?</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> Call you what?</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Charlotte:</strong></span> Why do you call me "Too"? My name is Charlotte!</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> *giggling* I just think it is a nice name. I'll call you Charlotte from now on.<br /></div><br /><div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-76227085313770363442008-11-09T13:43:00.000-08:002008-11-09T14:04:03.551-08:00You win some, you lose some....<a href="http://www.graciousme.com/Images/GraciousMeLogo.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.graciousme.com/Images/GraciousMeLogo.gif" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, I'm still talking a little bit about politics. It is all on the news. You can't get away from it. I thought once the voting was over, a President picked that things would calm down on the news show front. BUT... I swear some are having a hard time with the outcome. This morning I hear some newcaster is patting themselves on the back for being so gracious with the loose. I kept hearing "The Democrat's wouldn't be so gracious". Like we have never been on the loosing side? Come on. I think we have dealt with loosing. In the last 28 years the dems have only had 8 of those years. <br /><br />Another favorite was a blog I read about THEY (ie republicans) will support Obama and not tear him down like the Dems did to Pres. Bush. Personally I thought Bush did a pretty good job messing things up. I think he had most people in his sphere once 9/11 occured. The ball was dropped.<br /><br />I hope from both side we just work to get this job done. I have heard from so many people that are suffering from money problems (not sure if getting out there and spending MORE money is the answer to that one), loosing jobs and struggling day to day. I think we need to refocus on what is going on around us. My prayers are with everyone.Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-24710008938931537612008-11-06T07:42:00.000-08:002008-11-06T08:03:07.058-08:00Where Are These Kids Hearing This Stuff.....<a href="http://www.21stcenturymed.org/fear-face.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.21stcenturymed.org/fear-face.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.21stcenturymed.org/fear-face.jpg"></a>So my 5th grader comes home yesterday saying there are rumors flying around school about Obama. She said most of it was silly but her friends were scared. I asked what they were and what did she say to them.</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>*Rumor 1:</strong></span> Obama will make all the kids go to school on Saturday and Sunday.</div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>*Rumor 2:</strong></span> He will make their school days longer and they won't have any fun.</div><div></div><div>and my favorite (I kind of blew the other 2 off with a laugh and just said that change is a hard thing and Obama will not make them go to school like that. But we parents might! LOL)... wait for it......</div><div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>*Rumor 3:</strong></span> Obama likes Black kids more than White kids.</div><div></div><div>For the love of all that is Holy... Who is telling them this? Remind me what year we are living in? </div><div></div><div>So I asked Catherine what she said. She told them that was silly. She also told one of her favorite teachers about the rumors saying the kids were scared. Her favorite teacher said "Let me talk to the teachers, sound like we need an education moment." </div><div></div><div>And we wonder if Race would be a factor. Why people keep saying "It shouldn't matter that he is Black."... fine but obviously it still does matter. It just made me sad.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-63979701765462904312008-11-03T11:11:00.000-08:002008-11-03T11:13:35.263-08:00I Know Where I'll Be Tomorrow....<a href="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2008/01/vote3.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blogs.e-rockford.com/applesauce/files/2008/01/vote3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong><em>I hope to see you there!</em></strong></span></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-89921758391167820952008-10-20T22:31:00.001-07:002008-10-20T22:37:41.259-07:00And Now She is 8.....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SP1pY3FR7fI/AAAAAAAAAb0/coSb_2kUNUc/s1600-h/georgia.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259475815662480882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SP1pY3FR7fI/AAAAAAAAAb0/coSb_2kUNUc/s320/georgia.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Look at that 8 year old face... She is full of energy but not. She is so strong but not. She has made me become a better, patient Mother and I needed her. She was born with her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">volume</span> on LOUD and is still going strong and LOUD. I can't wait to see what she makes of this world and what the world makes of her. She has 2 loose teeth and thinks she should stay home tomorrow. When I asked what she wanted for her birthday supper she said "Mac and Cheese with some Tuna" My easy supper.. how can a Mother not LOVE that. It's her Birthday and I'm so happy. I love you my Georgia Beans. Smooches and hugs and Happy Birthday all day long.</div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-86160750812060493462008-10-17T17:43:00.001-07:002008-10-17T17:49:43.848-07:00She turned 2... Where did the time go...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SPkxPj_4JpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/093iwKnrShw/s1600-h/KimSilviaBdaySig_(Custom).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258288183362725522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SPkxPj_4JpI/AAAAAAAAAbs/093iwKnrShw/s320/KimSilviaBdaySig_(Custom).jpg" border="0" /></a> I know. I know. I say with all the kids just different ages but it is so true. I find it amazing how much they learn in 2 years. Physically and mentally they start out so dependent on us for everything and within 2 years become so independent. Having opinions, talking, jumping, yelling, laughing, screaming, giggling, stripping, playing, running, loving, hugging, kissing.... so many wonderful learning moments. I think it is more for me than her, all these moments. I look at her and smile. She makes me laugh. I bless the day Silvia Fiona came into our lives and have loved every day. I can't wait to see what the future brings my way for her. I love you, Silvia!<br /><div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-16982676811171885412008-10-02T14:09:00.000-07:002008-10-02T14:16:56.521-07:00Teenage Boys... Not Sure I Can Figure Them Out<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SOU54cWk2DI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ht5Uav9mnFI/s1600-h/img020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668182243891250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SOU54cWk2DI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ht5Uav9mnFI/s200/img020.jpg" border="0" /></a> Andrew has some friends over. In the span of 10 minutes they were laughing and hitting... Then the plans for a video they are making starts going south. They argue over the direction of the video and whether it makes sense. Then someone got hurt (I'm not sure how that one happened). One was gripping. One asking what was going on. One was going home in a flurry of apologies. Arguing over him not going home. Then they were all going to his home to work on the video they were "discussing" earlier. They just walked out the door arguing, laughing and hitting.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Can I admit that if they happened (which in some ways it has) with the girls it would take 2 days to find out how it all started and they then might call each other to talk if the stars were aligned. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Maybe it is just teenage kids I don't understand. </div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-47266488404207035462008-09-12T13:36:00.001-07:002008-09-12T13:51:34.145-07:00Kimberly? That's your REAL Name?<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMrWAD9S1zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/c_amAgi3ReE/s1600-h/kimhorse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240012577101618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMrWAD9S1zI/AAAAAAAAAbU/c_amAgi3ReE/s320/kimhorse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Georgia's way of getting mine or Jeff attention is to call out our names "Kim!" or "Jeff!". In the sea of Mom and Dad, it does stand out and get our attention. So yesterday Andrew told Georgia that my real name was Kimberly. Georgia was quick to respond with "No it's Kim or Mom." Andrew made the push to say that it really was Kimberly. She turns to me with that shocked expression. Looks at me and says "WHAT? Kimberly??" I say yes it is and thought that was the end of it.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245240170073382034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMrWJOrVXJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/IDiedPfetvU/s320/kimmy.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>5 minutes ago... </div><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Georgia:</strong></span> "Your name is KIMBERLY? REALLY?" </div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> "Yes, really. Memaw named me Kimberly Kay but a lot of people call me Kim."</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Georgia:</strong></span> "Yes, i call you Kim. But I think I like your name Mom better."</div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Me:</strong></span> "I like my name as Mom too sweetie."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16027863.post-45511634170724530672008-09-08T08:55:00.001-07:002008-09-08T09:03:50.318-07:00She is Going To Be 11...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMVLw1ruTyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/y48SDNihmlw/s1600-h/bdaycat.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243680643559083810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMVLw1ruTyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/y48SDNihmlw/s400/bdaycat.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMVLlSRWcuI/AAAAAAAAAaw/XWXs0AW-GMo/s1600-h/bdaycat.bmp"></a><div><br />Where did the time go? We used to call her our porcelain baby doll. Her skin was so creamy white when she was a baby. I remember when she chased her brother around the house because he had freckles and she didn't... she is still our freckle face.</div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kNNIu_4G9zk/SMVLEL7IwNI/AAAAAAAAAao/bmLE54gtd_U/s1600-h/bdaycat.bmp"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Kimmykayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06865667429501382966noreply@blogger.com0