tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85807307681863569782024-02-06T21:24:55.793-06:00The Adventures of the Pabst Fivea place to share stories and photosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-47600265144674945842015-01-29T20:18:00.000-06:002015-01-29T20:22:16.046-06:00Three years...It's now been three years since our last post. As you can imagine, an awful lot of life has happened in that time!<br />
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Instead of 1st and 5th graders, the boys are now 4th and 8th graders!<br />
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A.J. is playing tenor sax in band, and made the all-region middle school band this year. He is on the yearbook staff as PhD: the Photo Dude. And he just made a Majors level select baseball team.<br />
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Levi has started guitar lessons with his favorite music teacher. He made the state archery tournament this year, and he, too, is playing select baseball.<br />
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The big news at our house is their new little sister! Megan was born September 30 last year and is the perfect little addition to our family. She is such a happy little girl, and loves her daddy and her brothers and gives them big smiles when they come home every day.<br />
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With all these changes, and a few others, it is definitely time to start blogging again. There will be lots of stories, and it will be a place for me to keep track of some things. I need to start figuring out some new recipes, as we start on a gluten-free diet for one of us, and that's a major challenge!<br />
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I know mom-blogging is probably going out of fashion a bit, so I hope I still have some readers!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-27503077433925853662012-01-22T18:00:00.001-06:002012-01-22T18:00:07.745-06:00Claymation Kit First Video<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/73j31vdHcFE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-68188324428100983752011-12-10T12:56:00.001-06:002011-12-10T13:56:42.413-06:00Basketball!A.J. has only ever wanted to play baseball. This year, though, he asked to play basketball in the winter. We thought that was a great idea. Not only would it improve his conditioning, but help him to make new friends, too. Last Saturday was their first game. And he was nervous! He's never been nervous about a game before. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do!" he said. But it's because in baseball there's always a right choice, depending on each situation. In basketball, the situation is always changing, and there are always many right choices. He did just fine, and even had one dad declare that he must be lying about never playing before. :)<br />
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It was not easy to get pics. Gyms aren't exactly photo-friendly, with all that bad lighting. But here are a couple.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-17219094949788673822011-11-08T13:36:00.001-06:002011-11-08T13:37:09.434-06:00School Picture Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHSLqVzpJpcjZs2blJ5GieZDcJBGgD6o0xx1sEm0Bzt02ln0dTMZiu92Q5p7eKWs0WjIejEQyFtjxNF0zi_w-frEJa6dYgf-jPD8Za709YJkdtDrQwupY0BS6zjys0kQI0bw7roOXdAr-/s1600/20110927+AJ+5th+grade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHSLqVzpJpcjZs2blJ5GieZDcJBGgD6o0xx1sEm0Bzt02ln0dTMZiu92Q5p7eKWs0WjIejEQyFtjxNF0zi_w-frEJa6dYgf-jPD8Za709YJkdtDrQwupY0BS6zjys0kQI0bw7roOXdAr-/s400/20110927+AJ+5th+grade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672711233587752738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8SMt1pj7rUvXZa8cyrmInUWQqCPzrhl7ZCe1JOVNI0hxlGqHGEg9lbHR9fWeZWReiuUCExAIxMWj6-7iOjGgPX6MK-zkBUlDyo8-8HDlRDDNW7b7_QUAyDvf-5_Nd1lPqliLrumFdhdJ/s1600/20110921+Levi+1st+grade.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8SMt1pj7rUvXZa8cyrmInUWQqCPzrhl7ZCe1JOVNI0hxlGqHGEg9lbHR9fWeZWReiuUCExAIxMWj6-7iOjGgPX6MK-zkBUlDyo8-8HDlRDDNW7b7_QUAyDvf-5_Nd1lPqliLrumFdhdJ/s400/20110921+Levi+1st+grade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672711174341024978" /></a>Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02563786477738601131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-27041420609452019532011-10-08T14:35:00.000-05:002011-10-08T14:36:25.850-05:00So behind!Many, many fun things have happened, even before we moved, that I still haven't posted. There's the video from A.J.'s first orchestra concert, and his birthday, the first day of school, and lots of baseball. (Surprise!)<br />
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Wednesday was Parent/Teacher conference, so they were both out of school. I scheduled Levi's conference for 8am (A.J. is too old for mandatory conferences now!) and we headed out by 9. First up was the Trinity River Audubon Center. This is a new center, built along the Trinity River (which runs through much of the DFW metroplex) an on top of an illegal dump site. They "sculpted" the trash, covered it up, and planted lots of native grasses and other seeds. It is still in the early stages of succession, so it will be even more beautiful in future years. The drought this year also didn't help. The building, though, was mostly a disappointment. There was very little information available. Minimal, non-changing displays, and no staff to answer questions were bummers for me. I wanted to learn more about when the monarchs arrive back in TX, but no luck there. We did get several things passed off for A.J.'s Webelos requirements, and the river was beautiful.<br />
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Here are some fun pics.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">A.J. had to help Levi find the turtles sunning themselves on the logs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">They liked this little fence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is Levi learning to perch with the binoculars.</span><br />
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After hiking the trails for a couple of hours, we headed over to the Ft. Worth Zoo. It's a really nice zoo. Much nicer than L.A.'s. They even have penguins there! I didn't get any pictures, since we were getting short on time.<br />
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Yesterday was Levi's school fundraiser, the Fun Run. They set up cones on the soccer field, and the kids ran 30 laps each. Levi looked like it was easy, he just kept running and running, and running. <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-9444289349047014922011-08-31T15:41:00.000-05:002011-08-31T15:41:20.642-05:00What a goofJust a quick post to say that my boys are still around. They just haven't gotten much blog time lately.<br />
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Today, A.J. told us about <strike>having </strike>getting to learn Spanish during Social Studies. His school bought Rosetta Stone for the kids to use in the computer lab. His computer was having troubles, so he only managed to watch the introductory video, and didn't get to "talk at it. You know, with headphones and a microphone like pilots and commentators wear."<br />
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Levi starting quoting some of the Rosetta Stone commercials, and then announced that he wanted to learn Latin. He picked Latin because "nobody speaks it anymore. And then nobody would understand me. It would be funny." See? He's a goof.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-14996499032057141792011-08-27T19:09:00.000-05:002011-08-27T19:10:30.540-05:00What we've done so far...Well, we've been in the house for almost 3 weeks, but only owned it for 2. We've been quite busy with various projects. And the shopping! Good heavens we've done a lot of shopping. Between new clothes, school supplies, food, furniture, tools and such, and other sundries, we've spent more hours in retail outlets in the last 2 weeks than in the previous 2 months.<br />
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Painted A.J.'s room for his birthday. (Pictures later.) Curtain fabric bought, but not made yet. That's a project for this week.<br />
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Bought desk/table surfaces for the office and put them together. Finally got the computer off the floor. :)<br />
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Opened and put away most of the boxes. Only a few left in the office and the master bedroom.<br />
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Bought, installed, and improved some used laundry appliances. Only $500 for both!<br />
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Set up the furniture, more or less where it will stay.<br />
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Got lawn care equipment (weedeater and riding lawn mower) and tidied up the lawn. Good grief it looks so much better.<br />
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Bought and assembled some garage organizing/work bench pieces. And put up peg board. And then actually put the tools away!<br />
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Scrubbed (with Soft Scrub and a brush) the grout lines in the kitchen. Well, I've started, but I sure haven't gotten anywhere near finished. <i>WHY WOULD ANYONE USE WHITE GROUT IN THE KITCHEN?!?!</i> If you happen to be grouting in your kitchen in the near future, do not choose white. You will regret it. At least it's coming mostly clean.<br />
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Scrubbed our shower. Eww. That's all I got on that one. And got a bench for it, since there's not even a soapdish!<br />
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De-cobwebbed the upper corners on most of the first floor.<br />
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Signed myself up to help with the garden at the elementary school. I figured that's in my skill set. <br />
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Got both of the boys through the first week of school. They're both making new friends and enjoying their classes. Levi is excited that his school has music, computer, and art classes, and that he gets to have PE three times a week. A.J. is <i>thrilled </i>to have PE every day, and that he's doing really well in his Honors Math class. And he gets to see his teammates. They're all 6th graders, so he has no classes or lunch with them, but he sees them in the halls frequently. It's a pretty small school. :)<br />
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Get Aaron to his new office.<br />
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Sew curtains for A.J.'s window.<br />
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Actually get all the stuff off my kitchen counters that doesn't belong there.<br />
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Vacuum and use a Rug Doctor on the carpets. It's not particularly easy to tell, but they had two dogs. And they weren't imaginary.<br />
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Get some mulch to put around our poor trees. Especially the ones in the front of the house. They're younger, and taking the heat and dryness a little harder than the mature ones in the back.<br />
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Get Levi out to his first practice of the fall season.<br />
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Have the missionaries over for dinner and Family Home Evening Monday night. And then go to Levi's curriculum night at school.<br />
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Stop eating so much fast food!!!<br />
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Find a pediatrician. They're up for their check-ups in a few weeks.<br />
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And just enjoy being right where we belong. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-29897037118229524342011-08-17T19:21:00.000-05:002011-08-17T19:21:36.952-05:00It's finished!We finally, finally closed on Monday. That was awful. I never want to do it again. Good thing I like my new house!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">First, the front: The house faces south, and we have no western windows. So, it doesn't heat up unnecessarily every afternoon! :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Next: the music room. This was originally the dining room. But, the boys aren't allowed to eat over carpet, and the breakfast area is huge. And we needed a place to put the piano!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The kitchen, breakfast area/dining room and living room are one long room, which I love. Bring on the friends! And, I now have possibly the largest kitchen island ever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Here is the living room. Yes, we already have a Texas star. It's an unwritten law around here that you must. (The master bedroom is through the little hallway on the right. And the boys' rooms are upstairs. Score!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The entryway. Music room is to the right, and the study is on the left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The guest bathroom. It's small, but beautiful like all the bathrooms. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This is the boys' homework/art room. The girls that lived here before left some magnetic boards and some cork boards. We're going to paint the dormer wall with chalkboard paint for some more art space.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Levi's room. He wants blues and greens for his paint colors. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"> A.J.'s room. There is a bed under there, I promise. :) He wants Cardinal red on one wall. Of course. Notice all three upstairs bedrooms have window seats. We love them. It's time to get cracking on some good comfy pillows!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Obviously, it's still a mess. Once we get some paint, and some pictures on the walls, it will really start feeling more like home. It's a beautiful house, and we feel really blessed to have it. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-14513096061904245952011-08-03T18:55:00.000-05:002011-08-05T19:37:43.953-05:00NOT Homeless!Let's just call this Aaron's worst birthday ever. I really hope there's never one even worse. Apparently, the mortgage company we picked is worthless. And so, we <strike>may be</strike> are likely to be homeless for at least a couple of days next week. We are hoping, but I don't have any idea how likely, that a different company can get us closed by Monday. If they can't, we'll probably lose the house. And then we're in real trouble. So, send up a prayer or two, please?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*<i> Update: We won't be homeless! The loan won't close before we get there, like it was supposed to (Stupid, lazy mortgage co.!) But, we're going to lease the house from the sellers until it does. Whew. Thank goodness.</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-14159566512474150862011-07-17T21:16:00.000-05:002011-07-17T21:16:57.028-05:00My special, long-time friendsWhen I went back to Missouri for Jared and Shelby's wedding, I got to see a couple of my childhood friends. We haven't all been together since graduation, more than 13 years ago. One lives nearby, but one was only in town while her husband finished basic training. These are friends who I know will always stand by me, no matter what, or how long it's been since we saw each other, or how far away we are. I love them!<br />
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My boys were just starting their drive from California, so they didn't get to come hang out with us, but Janey's cute boys were there, and Teri's adorable son and daughter. Here are a few pics from our fast-food picnic at the park.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clay: almost 2!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Levi: just turned 4!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily: gonna be in kindergarten!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Spencer: big 3rd grader!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Friends are so special. So glad we got together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-15076153731765949672011-07-13T17:56:00.000-05:002011-07-13T18:42:34.546-05:00MONOPOLY!!!Yesterday, me and Levi made the board game "Monopoly". We started at about 1:30 yesterday. We stopped to go to bed at about 8:30. then, we started back up today at around 2:00. We only had the money left to do, and we finished at 2:30. It looks great, and here it is:<div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMhjKWBaeBini6jiRx15Fq0uUyMDsYvTNr6SVN0in9u8g5bckXwDvwz6sOfWphqc_HJlF2UywWGy2bHyw9JsVUvQZycrVAaTlkHi51WzJyyQ7Ppw_adGpjtwhIY6VOXBYSmYHOObWWSpq/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628986381469935826" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />I told you it looks great! well, see you in my next post.<br /><br /><br />A.J.</div>A.J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00999291132472784051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-17249656670725054672011-07-06T21:16:00.000-05:002011-07-06T22:08:19.851-05:00Baseball...have you missed it?Yes, the boys both played baseball this spring. It was very busy, and not terribly notable for most of the season, so there weren't many posts about it. But, now that Levi is done with his tournaments, lets look at some pictures!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">In one of the last games of the season, A.J. hit his first real home run. No, it didn't go over the fence, that's a really big field they're on, but you can see that the ball hasn't even been thrown to the cutoff man yet, and he's rounding 3rd. He was very happy. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">In their second playoff game (everyone makes the playoffs, double-elimination), they went up 12-1, but barely won 13-12. Yikes. A.J.'s buddy Nate Dog (they all had nicknames on their jerseys, it was very confusing) got his "daily home run." Nate's not the most natural player out there, but when he connects, the ball goes a long, long way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">A.J. loves catching. I took a few pics of some good stops. The pitching was mediocre, at best, so he had some nasty stuff to try to stop. Lots of balls in the dirt, and some way over his head. He got to most of them, though. I must say, he's pretty good. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">On to Levi: he is a very scrappy little player, and loves to get dirty. He dives for anything, even if he has no chance at all to get to the ball. This won't serve him terribly well as he gets older, but for now it just means he's aggressive. And his coach liked that a lot. He played pitcher and 3rd base, even as a lefty, and made lots of outs. He even caught some fly balls!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">He is one of the most encouraging kids I know. He pats the other team on the back when they make it to 1st. He applauds foul balls, and good effort. He can turn around and tell you that you messed up, but we're trying to stay positive. :)</span><br />
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We had good seasons, with a lot of learning going on. The biggest accomplishment: A.J. has improved dramatically at controlling his emotions, and not taking a loss so hard. It's still not fun, but he's usually not devastated anymore. Hooray, baseball!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-8501458749352681752011-07-03T18:43:00.000-05:002011-07-03T18:43:52.647-05:00The Best Couple Ever...Jared and ShelbyMy adorable brother Jared married sweet Shelby on June 18, and then had a ring ceremony and reception on the 25th. I knew she was a keeper after my Grandma's funeral in December. She sailed through that stressful time, and then through Christmas with us, too. Our family quirks (cause every family has some...some families have more than others) didn't scare her away, and she fit right in. Can you tell that I love her? :)<br />
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They asked me to take pictures for them at the temple, and I gladly did. Here are some of my favorites.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Mr. Nubman. Jared lost part of his finger in a work accident a couple of years ago. He occasionally draws a face on the stub and calls it "Mr. Nubman." What a goof.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are all the Sudholts that made it. Somehow we finally managed to get a nice picture. After Aunt Karen stopped making faces. Left to right: cousin Emily, my mom Jan, my sister Hallie, Shelby, my brother "Uncle Jon," Jared, me, my dad Bob, and Aunt Karen. </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>I am so excited to have such a great sister-in-law. Their new family is beautiful, and I can't wait to watch them bloom and grow together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-34670987959480720682011-07-01T12:07:00.000-05:002011-07-01T12:07:07.019-05:00Lots to catch up onI think I'll do this in a more or less random order. I'm not organized enough in my brain right now to do it any other way.<br />
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First up, we have a contract on a house! A gorgeous house, even. Never thought I'd have one so nice, especially that I can move right into. A couple of pictures for the curious, but no interior shots yet. It's still not mine, after all.<br />
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It's a 2-story house. The boys were thrilled. They've been begging for one for a couple of years now.<br />
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There's a shed in the back. Nothing terribly fancy, but the girls that live there now have been allowed to spray paint one end to their hearts' content. They're actually quite good.<br />
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Up next, my brother Jared's wedding to the best girl ever.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-9958539672452733932011-06-05T15:21:00.000-05:002011-06-05T16:25:11.223-05:00Operation Lone StarOperation Lone Star is our next family project. It will involve a lot of work, from everyone. There will be packing, and purging, and patience. There will probably be tantrums, there will definitely be some tension, and it will all end in the state of Texas.<br />
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We have requested, and been granted, a transfer to the Ft. Worth office. This is a really exciting time for us. We'll be able to own a house, rather than rent. We'll be able to have enough space to spread out. We won't have to hear when our neighbors turn on their Wii, which we can now. Hopefully we won't be able to smell if our neighbors smoke a cigar every night, like we do now.<br />
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We've narrowed our choices to a couple of communities. They are both far enough out of the city to have large lots, and smaller schools. But they're not so far to have terrible commutes.<br />
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We are lucky enough to have some fabulous friends nearby already. The Johnsons are a great family. Gail was A.J.'s first babysitter when I went back to school. They have boys about the same ages as our boys, and all of them are good friends. We are very glad to be moving close to them again. We won't be next door, like we were in Columbia, but close enough for lots of barbecues and other get-togethers.<br />
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And, it puts us much closer to almost all of our family. I have some cousins in TX, one near Houston, and one in San Antonio. We'll have to have our own family reunions, since none of us have been to the "big" one for several years.<br />
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We've got a lot to do, and it will be stressful, but by the end of the summer, we're hoping to be in a place we can really call "home."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-43451579249095017972011-05-17T22:34:00.000-05:002011-05-17T22:34:23.501-05:00One did, and one didn'tCongratulations to Levi! He made the Shetland (coach pitch-level) tournament team! He is very excited, but he doesn't quite know what it means just yet. :)<br />
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They'll be going to three tournaments, but he'll only make two of them. He must have been good enough that they didn't care, because the initial information was adamant that you be available for everything. His first tournament is over Memorial Day weekend, so we'll see how they do and report back.<br />
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Sadly, A.J. did not make his team. He was on the bubble, but he's little, and they only would have put him on the bench. So, they just left him off. He was not happy about the decision. He didn't get angry and stomp around, but he was crying quietly. He's in the younger group, being 9 rather than 10. So there are a lot of boys older and bigger than he is. A.J., however, knows that he works harder than just about anyone and thinks that should make him more valuable. I agree, but I'm not coaching the team, and the guy who is coaching, well, he's a little loony. We weren't terribly surprised, but A.J. was terribly disappointed. Maybe next year.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-49544830445433002032011-04-24T18:35:00.000-05:002011-04-24T18:52:37.637-05:00Spring Break and All-Star GamesSo since we last posted the snow has all gone away, the baseball season is well under way and spring break has come and gone. We finally went somewhere for spring break this year. Bethany didn't have classes this year, so there was no conflict with her school and the kids school having break at different times. We did a little road trip down to San Felipe, Mexico. It's a little fishing village on the Sea of Cortez side of Baja. We stayed in a house close to the beach and got a lot of peace and quiet. 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Today, it snowed. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dippin%27_Dots">Dippin' dots</a> style. It was a little strange. I've never seen snow like that. It looked like sleet, but wasn't. The boys ran outside to be in it, catch it on their tongues, and touch it...in t-shirts and no socks or shoes. A.J. was even in shorts!<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boys enjoying the first flakes.</span></i><br />
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It stopped for a while, and then started again with a vengeance! It eventually accumulated to somewhere between 1 and 2 inches.<br />
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It covered our road. Jon was out with a friend, and came home to say it's not even cloudy 2 miles away, and doesn't stick until 3 roads south of us.<br />
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They suited up (as best they could, with no boots or snow pants, or decent mittens) and headed out for a snowball fight. First, though, they stopped to make their first snow angels.<br />
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The boys threw snowballs, and Aaron rolled up the balls for a snowman. And, our lemon tree doesn't look very happy right now. Poor thing.<br />
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This is their first ever snowman. Carrot nose, raisin eyes and buttons.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-3212676648995785532011-02-13T00:07:00.001-06:002011-02-13T00:08:12.738-06:00American Folklore Through the YearsOur Blue and Gold Banquet Skit from this year.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AlozDw-BaLk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02563786477738601131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-72536644655650389932011-01-23T19:38:00.000-06:002011-01-29T20:05:09.284-06:00H stands for...Harry, Hermione, Hagrid, Hedwig, Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, and Happy Birthday.<br />
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Levi had his party last week. Clearly, it was Harry Potter themed. He adores Harry Potter. His favorite character is Ron. I'm not really sure why, since Ron is kind of a dork. He's a lovable dork, though. :^)<br />
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First, each guest had to be sorted. This was a way to make them wear nametags. About half the kids were from church, and half from school, and there's not a lot of overlap between the groups. And, I didn't know some of the school kids. So, it helped us, too. The sorting hat was the same hat I used for my snowmen as a kid. It's nice and well-worn.<br />
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The next task was to make/decorate a wand. We bought little dowels and had them use markers, crayons and stickers. Then we added some metallic pearl crinkle (fancy Easter grass) to make it look like a spell was coming out the end. One little boy (whose dad is a professional magician) decided he wanted to make his wand black. He spent nearly 30 minutes painstakingly coloring it perfectly black.<br />
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Since it's hard to keep your glasses on while flying around on a broom, they played "Pin the Glasses on Harry" when they came back in. Some of the kids were cheaters and looked out from under their blindfold. Others felt the glasses already on the poster. Some were happy with wherever they put it. <br />
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After putting the glasses back on, it was time for Potions Class. We picked up several pop rocks kits that included test tubes and a sour ingredient. We provided the tall vase of elixir, and the powdered dragon's egg, crystallized unicorn tears, crushed lizard teeth, and dried mandrake root. When these were mixed properly, it fizzed and foamed, and then would make the drinker invisible. The kids took this very seriously, and were very careful with the ingredients.<br />
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The cake and ice cream turned out to be the most dangerous part of the party. One little guy fell off his chair and banged his mouth on the table. :( He quickly recovered, though, and finished his cake.<br />
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It was a really fun party, but 12 kindergarteners in the house at once was a little crazy. I didn't mind seeing them go.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-53930226363745509622011-01-08T20:22:00.000-06:002011-01-08T20:22:44.643-06:00And Now We are Six.Yesterday, Levi turned 6. He has been so excited for his birthday. All week he's been asking, "Is it my birthday tomorrow?" (He's not so great with spatio-temporal analysis.) I've tried to figure out how to write something for him, but he's tricky. <br />
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He's hard to pigeon-hole. You can't put his personality in a box. He <i>adores </i>the spotlight. That's why he likes baseball so much: you get to go the plate by yourself, have your name announced to the crowd, and show off your mad hitting skills. He can be very emotional. This is both good and bad. :) He is a master of the waterworks. He can turn on the tears when he feels he will gain some benefit from it. However, he can't always control them when he'd rather not cry. This embarrasses him at school sometimes when he cries at being frustrated by the trickiness of a worksheet or a puzzle. He even came home with shiners under his eyes from pressing on them to try to stop the tears. :( <br />
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He is very aware of others and their feelings. Even when he was very small, he knew when I was having a bad day. He would ask, "Mama, are you happy?" Now, in school, he sometimes gets upset when someone else is in trouble. While reading Harry Potter, he doesn't get scared when Harry or Ron are about to get attacked or are in danger, he worries that they'll get <i>expelled</i>. Silly boy.<br />
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He also loves to play the bad guy. A.J. got a Star Wars Lego ship for Christmas, and Levi got one for his birthday. But I knew he would love to be an Imperial fighter, so that's what he got. I am not convinced this is a good quality, and I'll try to train him away from the Dark Side before it's too late. <br />
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He loves music, especially jazz. He asked me to teach him to play the piano, and was very excited to see some piano lesson books wrapped up for his birthday. He is brave enough to sing in front of others: he sang with A.J. at Susie's funeral a year ago, at Grandma Belcher's funeral last month, and they sang a duet as part of the Primary Program in October. I can't wait to see where this interest goes.<br />
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Levi is a really fun boy. Let's see what six has to bring.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-23594477164892663212011-01-04T19:52:00.000-06:002011-01-04T19:52:41.973-06:0011 yearsWe've been through:<br />
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3 1/2 college degrees.<br />
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9 years of one or both of us being in school.<br />
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10 different employers between the two of us.<br />
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11 professional baseball seasons.<br />
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7 little league seasons, two with Aaron coaching.<br />
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11 cars.<br />
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And I wouldn't change a thing.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-18574520167531318332010-12-11T21:13:00.000-06:002010-12-11T22:13:20.120-06:00Weird Puppet Show<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzfN66paZXLFb8TsISQPAyGum6bmnCQMY_gePTbUbXR4WC8J1yIRl_Ugx6ZeM61vasbx41uBmqtG7E8FoaK4Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Aaronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02563786477738601131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-62411578642771676852010-12-05T22:06:00.000-06:002010-12-05T22:06:36.358-06:00I have no gift to bring...that's fit to give our King.<br />
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I've been sitting on Catalina Island, all by myself for three days. I've listened to a lot of Christmas carols in those three days. This year, The Little Drummer Boy stood out to me. <br />
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"What will you bring to Him?" it asks me. The little boy has the answer: the best you can do. His talent isn't special, some would say it's not even appropriate. This little boy can't even keep his own time, the ox and lamb have to do it for him! But, he "plays his best for Him." That's what He asks for. He doesn't care what your talent is, or how impressive it is. He just wants our best. He wants us to make our talent better and stronger than it was yesterday. <br />
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So, what will you bring to Him? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8580730768186356978.post-65842142989708441412010-11-30T00:02:00.000-06:002010-11-30T00:02:18.077-06:00A new blogI have created a new blog, <a href="http://www.naturalrambler.blogspot.com/">Natural Rambler</a>. This is where all my nature/environmental issues/science thoughts will go. They don't really belong here. And, I want to create a public persona that I can use in my professional life. If you're interested, click on over and read it. I'd love both writing feedback as well as content discussion. That's what makes blogs interesting!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12999470516050863054noreply@blogger.com0