tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76188789070997455992024-03-13T17:01:56.877-04:00Redefining Happiness in the Midst of ChaosOne crazy girl blogging about kids, creativity and the chaos I call life.Ms. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06200252273942724958noreply@blogger.comBlogger843125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618878907099745599.post-42178727661481654682018-01-09T04:30:00.000-05:002018-01-09T04:30:21.541-05:00I'm Weird<span style="font-size: large;">I'm weird, and I'm not afraid to own my weirdness. While there are many things I could post about to prove my weirdness, I'm just going to mention one thing today. The other day I was in a store and had 4,598,760 things I had to do that day. Let's just say I had very little time. While I was there, I realized I had forgotten some things at home so I was going to have to go back home before I could go on with my errands. I let out a (apparently rather loud) GAH! The clerk looked at me like I was crazy. (Which I am, but I didn't admit it.) I just hurriedly made a short explanation about leaving stuff at home and booked it out of the store.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After this experience, it occurred to me that I do this kind of thing a lot, but I usually do it either by myself, or in front of people who know me and understand how ridiculously dramatic I can be sometimes ;).</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Talk about high praise!!! My 8 year old isn't embarrassed by me yet!! This is something to celebrate, my friends!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That being said, I'm so over them having all this new stuff. We spent 30 minutes (roughly) reading the Christmas story from Luke 2, talking about what we're thankful for, praying and then opening presents. The rest of the waking hours yesterday were spent either putting together new toys, opening new toys or going when the kids said, "Hey, Mom, come see ________ ." By 6 o'clock I was sooooo over it. When I finally looked up, what felt like 34 billion hours later, it was 8 and mercifully bedtime.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today will be better. It has to be better, or I'm going to lose my ever loving mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh, and happy second best day of the year!! (It's my birthday today!!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a Merry Christmas!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I should be done with all my holiday stuff, you know baking cookies, buying presents, wrapping presents, shipping presents etc. However, I'm not. I'll be working double time for awhile to catch up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a Merry Christmas!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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* If you're having a problem commenting there is a way to fix it. If you have the "keep me signed in" box for your personal email checked it will not allow you to comment. Simply uncheck the box and then you should be allowed to comment.Ms. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06200252273942724958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618878907099745599.post-14491781370838187512017-12-14T05:30:00.000-05:002017-12-14T05:30:18.018-05:00Generous<span style="font-size: large;">Last night our church had what we call "Share Store". The way it works is for 3 months the kids that come to church earn "shares" (aka points) by learning verses, bringing their Bibles and coming to church. Share Store is when we set up a little store for the kids to come and spend their shares.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This was Firecracker's first time having Share Store with the older kids. He was so excited. When we got in the van to come home I asked him if he got some good stuff. He said he got some good stuff, but then he said he spent some of his shares on presents for the Hubs, Sweet Pea and myself. What a sweet boy! Spending his hard earned shares to buy gifts for the family. I melted. =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He stared at me with a completely shocked expression and with an equally shocked voice said, "You <i>don't </i>know?!" I'm fairly certain that it was on par with learning Santa Claus isn't real. All at once I felt awesome that he had that much faith in my knowledge, and terrible that I've shattered the illusion. I TOTALLY could've worked with that for much longer!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Maybe now he'll just assume we are the sum of MOST knowledge instead of all..... Here's hoping!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other Sunday Firecracker's Sunday School teacher gave him a little tin of cookies, because he had been working so hard (on what I still am unsure. He didn't give me specifics, but I was proud nonetheless.). Firecracker offered the Hubs, Sweet pea and myself each some of them. Then later that night, he decided that he needed to share some of them with his teachers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Firecracker came home and made up four little snack baggies filled with cookies to share with his teachers. He was only upset that I had eaten so many (they were small cookies, about an inch in diameter. So I ate several. Don't judge me!) so he didn't have as many to share as he would have liked. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes Firecracker can be a stinker, and then other times he does things like this that show what a sweet spirit he has.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a great day!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, and I honestly don't remember how it all worked out, I ended up with Big Mama. And I've loved her ever since! The self opening and closing doors are one of my favorite things! There are a few other things that I like about it for instance: I can haul up to 6 other people with me whenever I want to. And with the size of my family that really is a HUGE plus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway, this is not a post about all the reasons I love my minivan. Unfortunately, this post is about how Big Mama is on her last leg. As we're driving down the road rockin' out to whatever songs we're listening to, she'll start to shudder. That's right, folks, the transmission is giving way. :( </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is saddening for multiple reasons: 1. As stated above I really love driving a minivan. 2. And probably most important, it's PAID OFF! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So my minivan prayer is, "God, please let Big Mama hold out 'til we can get another vehicle that will also hold 7, that will be a smokin' deal, and be reliable."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a great day!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">However, those days are gone. I'm working again now, and while it's at the kid's school, I can't just take off whenever they have a field trip to attend. Thankfully, Firecracker is old enough that his class doesn't require an adult to attend every field trip anymore. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other day a note came home stating that Sweet pea's class was going on a field trip, but that a parent needed to accompany each child. I spoke to the teacher about possibly allowing Sweet pea to go without me. She said she would think about it. After a few days, the teacher said she didn't think it would be fair to allow Sweet pea to attend when other kids wouldn't be able to if their parent didn't attend. I totally understood this stance, but Sweet pea was heart broken.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It was the night before the field trip, and Sweet pea was sure she was going to get to go (even though I had told her she might not be able to). I had to explain that if one of her aunts or uncles didn't go with her cousins she wouldn't be able to go. She was heart broken. Many tears were shed. I felt terrible. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">After Sweet pea had gone to bed, my sister texted me and said that by a twist of fate she was going to get to go after all. (Previously she had said she wouldn't be able to go with her kids either, because she had to work.) She got the day off and offered to take Sweet pea with her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The morning of the field trip I got to give Sweet pea the good news. She was SOOOO excited! Auntie T saved the day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Hubs and I are going to miss our assistant pastor and his wife. They have become friends. We've labored alongside them in the ministry and truly respect them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Although we will miss them, and we envy their new church family. We wish them well. And we will be praying for them and their new ministry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Have a great day!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ms. T </span><br />
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* If you're having a problem commenting there is a way to fix it. If you have the "keep me signed in" box for your personal email checked it will not allow you to comment. Simply uncheck the box and then you should be allowed to comment.Ms. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06200252273942724958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618878907099745599.post-31542241661937323032017-10-10T03:00:00.000-04:002017-10-10T03:00:20.960-04:00Helen Keller Museum <span style="font-size: large;">Firecracker had learned about Helen Keller at school. Some how he found out that her birth place was only a little ways away from my Father in law's house. He made us promise that the next time we went up there we would try and go. Well, we weren't planning on going up until November for thanksgiving like we do every year. However, we made an unexpected trip up when we <a href="https://redefininghappinessinchaos.blogspot.com/b/post-preview?token=b11clF4BAAA.Si5QGoUWhoTqtJP_Co-IsbG84STqMWQ8pwY_umzPmho9KxhYyoYCY-KYRquERMuledtYXVOYEFPI97nmKG23nQ.bO11Ue4QbdKnuKDe4JBevA&postId=7053517903355801992&type=POST" target="_blank">evacuated for Irma</a>. So we ended up going to the museum. It was really neat! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They had all kinds of things that I never even thought about a blind person using. Like a scrabble board that has a raised waffle pattern so the pieces stay in place. And playing cards that had braille on them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Apparently, Helen had a genius I.Q. she graduated from the sister college to Harvard and she studied in Italian, Greek, French and English! It was a really enlightening trip. Even the kids liked it, and of course it's always cool to put learning into action.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Hubs has a thing about butter. He can't stand it when the tub of butter isn't smooth.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> For the last 10 years I have done my best to comply with this because I know how easy it is for pet peeves to drive you crazy. I try to keep it looking something like this:</span><br />
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Ms. Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06200252273942724958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7618878907099745599.post-76379919077211644192017-10-03T02:00:00.000-04:002017-10-03T02:00:30.710-04:00Girl's Night<span style="font-size: large;">A few weeks ago, the Hubs took Firecracker to the race track. Since they were doing a boy's thing Sweet pea and I did a girl's thing. We got all dressed up and I let her choose what restaurant we ended up at. She chose Cracker Barrel. So the two of us went to Cracker Barrel in our dress clothes. We played checkers, and I spy while we waited for our food. We had a good time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ok, with this preface I jump into the post. The other day we had <a href="http://redefininghappinessinchaos.blogspot.com/2017/09/movies.html" target="_blank">a movie night</a>. While I was at the store buying popcorn I discovered a new product: Skinny girl- lime and salt popcorn! OH MY WORD!!! It is fantastic!!! I LOVE IT! So in case any of you are inclined to try it do it! It's wonderful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">I will never forget where I was when I heard the awful news about the World Trade Center. It was such a tragedy. In one split second our America changed forever. </span><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">I also will never forget the camaraderie that followed. Americans helping each other, loving each other and coming together for a cause. People held hands, cried, prayed, gave their money and their time. All this was done for virtual strangers. </span><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">In our worst moments we learned what our country and countrymen were made of. And I'm proud to say that my country and countrymen are the best in the world.</span><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">I hope you all have a blessed day. And do not forget to pray for those families that lost loved ones on this horrific day 16 years ago.</span><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><br style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;" /><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;">Ms. T </span><span style="background-color: #ffffe5; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, "Palatino Linotype", Palatino, serif;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The other day we were driving home and she was in a full blown homework meltdown. (Apparently the page didn't look EXACTLY the way the teacher's example page did and this necessitated a hysterical crying jag.) I tried to calm Sweet pea down several ways and nothing was working. Finally, I turned on the radio. Soon she was singing along with the song and homework was completed. Just thinking about it makes me stop in awe. Seriously, what in the world? I've never been one that is soothed by music, but it works for her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These words could be accompanied by a marker mosaic on the side of a freshly painted wall, these words could come with the child parading about the house with their clothes on backwards and inside out, they may come along with a cup of milk that has been poured into til it is over flowing, or they may accompany a child's tied shoe. No matter how they are uttered the child is incredibly proud of themselves. It's us parents that have to worry which scenario will accompany these words.</span><br />
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