Repurposing- Titus FO meeting notes

March 6, 2012 at 3:53 pm (Faith, Ingenious motherhood, My Friends, Support, teachable moments)


So I’m learning to streamline, simplify, repurpose, and clean up my life as a Mom, a Wife, a Woman, and a human being.

I’ve thrown out a ton of junk, focused on more specific goals as opposed to unrealized and undefined dreams, and the last bastion of undefined is this blog.

I’m repurposing it.

I will be using it as a companion to the budding homeschooling ministry that is being started at our church. I’ll use this blog for meeting notes, announcements, general thoughts, and a discussion springboard. Lets see if this works out! Here goes nothin’! :)

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Titus Family Outreach Meeting notes from the March Meeting:

This meeting began with some more general topics, and went from there! Here are my notes, please feel free to jump in and comment here, or on Facebook!:

1. Dedicating a room/schedule to schooling.

a.) Workbox method, or dedicating a whole room? Is it practical? Does it help to make things more defined and easier to do?

b.) Schedule vs. Routine. What kind of structure works? Should it be a strict school-like schedule, or more of a flexible fit as you go?

The consensus of this discussion was that with young children, routine is handy, but too much routine can be constricting. Also that school doesn’t always have to be “formal” so depending on how we want to school our kids, the structure can impede or assist. We need more experience to speak on this subject. Feel free to weigh in!

2. Pervasive Influences

a.) How do we respond to what comes into our homes Biblically? Kids sin no matter what they are exposed to, but will what we expose them to encourage worse behavior?

b.) How do we reach their heart instead of merely addressing the behavior?

The consensus of this discussion is that a balance is needed. Using common sense on what our kids see, but not sheltering them from every possible bad experience is possible. Being ready to teach, instead of avoiding certain subjects all the time, is our best bet. Honesty, openness, and age appropriate scriptural instruction are all we know to use. Again, we lack experience to really know. The Bible is our guide.

3. Trusting God’s plan for our kids.

a.) Prayer and contemplation.

b.) Personal devotions, as a source of God’s strength.

This speaks for itself.

4. Future of Titus FO

a.) Seeking more information on Biblical roles of women.

b.) Check into interest in Steph’s Bible Study idea on the Titus 2 model of family life.

Consensus on this is that we need more discussion!

Jenny, Did I miss anything?

Comments and questions are VERY welcome! From the blogging world, AND Jacob’s church, Titus FO members!

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So it turns out I’m a sporadic blogger

January 29, 2012 at 3:23 pm (adventurous tales, Cooking, Family, Ingenious motherhood, Miscellaneous Musings)


I like writing, but my life usually works out in this order: Husband, kids, teaching, church, extended family, rest and relaxation, and…. blogging. So yeah, it doesn’t happen as often as I’d like, and since I favor quality over quantity, posts are hopefully more enjoyable than plentiful.

Anywho, I made something amazingly awesome today, and as I cooked, I wrote a blog post in my head. I do this often, but I remember it less often, and even more infrequently do I write and post it. So here I sit, (everyone is napping, HURRAH!) and write.

I discovered a mindless one pot recipe for all of Sunday dinner/supper! It is surprising, and not your average potroast dealie. I post my own recipe for you here:

One CrockPot Sunday lunch/dinner

Dump in a ton of pork/chicken/whatever meat you like (deer is tasty!)

Dump in a matching amount of taco seasoning/water.

Simmer while you are at church.

come home and dump in whatever amounts you like of the following:

Green Peppers/Red Peppers (sweet)

Onions

Diced Garlic cloves

Frozen corn

Pinto/Kidney beans

Let simmer for like 10 minutes.

Serve hot on a plate with a buttload of cheese and chips, and you’ve got nachos!

To make dinner:

Spread refried beans in a casserole dish
Slap the remaining meat/beans/veggie mixture on top.
Put cheese on that puppy.
Bake till the cheese melts/put the chip crumbs on top, and broil for about 1 minute.

It was a huge hit. So I have to write it down somewhere! Enjoy!

Helpful Homemaking tips:

I like to keep good ideas handy, since I teach at a school, AND keep a home. I dislike prepackaged goods as a rule, since they’re chock full of charming chemicals/sodium, and of course the favorite: Good taste. :P Yuk. I follow these tips to keep things available for quick home made lunches and dinners.

  • I use garlic cloves and onions all the time, in EVERYTHING, like spaghetti, Stir Frys, Soups, Casseroles, Roast Chicken, everything but cake and ice cream really, so I always keep a huge bunch on hand in my fridge. I have specified containers for garlic/onions in progress, so it doesn’t stink up the fridge, and I have a cleaned one handy!
  • I also take and cut up/clean off seeds of all of our green/red peppers and freeze them. They cut beautifully frozen, and I don’t stand there wishing I had one, only to use half and let the other half rot. Planning your pantry is your best bet. I stink at meal planning, but I’ve learned what ingredients I use most, and I try to keep those in stock, either canned, frozen, or refrigerated.
  • For bonus points grow them in your backyard/ a pot for cheap organic fun! :)

Alright, I’m out folks!

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Step Out and Live It Up!

August 30, 2011 at 3:56 pm (adventurous tales, Faith)


“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

Hebrews 11:1 

Sometimes it takes one little nudge, sometimes it takes many to motivate us to do things we would otherwise have passed over.  I have been passing over my faith for years now. I had been putting God on the back burner.

And yet, I wondered, why God was not there for me JUST when  I WANTED him. Or even when I needed him.  Lately, I have been reading this book “CrazyLove” by Francis Chan. It brought me to a realization that it was not God who had deserted me, but I who had deserted him. How can I expect God to work in my life when I will not obey him?

Its like that visit to the Doctor. You know, the one where you either lie outright, or hide certain information from him? Its too embarrassing, or you just don’t think he has to know that you stopped taking that medication on your own. You just thought you didn’t need it. Or, you don’t care that he’s asked you to lose weight, because you can’t give up your cheese curls.  Because you refused to cooperate with Dr. Chucky’s cure for you, you have lost the right to hold him responsible for the fact that your current condition ISN’T getting better, or that you haven’t lost weight. Not that Doctor’s are God mind you, (I’d hate to perpetuate THAT myth!!) but that when we walk away from what God has for us, what right do we have to complain when its not working?

Well, God pulled me back. For whatever reason, he did. It is one beautiful life, following what God has for us. I didn’t realize that in denying God opportunities to work in my life, I was living a rather Godless life.  So right now Faith is what we live on here. We are hoping and praying God will provide for us this year, financially, physically, and all that, and so far, God has provided schooling for the girls, and ability to be a Mom and a teacher for me, and so far we have wanted for nothing. This year’s blogging goal will be to share the results of stepping out in faith, and how God provides for our family! Here’s hoping it’s an encouragement to someone!

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So It’s Been Awhile

August 28, 2011 at 8:42 am (Faith, Family, Miscellaneous Musings, My Friends)


I haven’t blogged very much since I went back to work from maternity leave for Ava, mostly because I was instead trying to juggle work, children, husband,  in that order.  Somewhere, somehow, God got a hold of my heart. I KNEW something needed to change, and change it did. Its been an interesting journey, but ever since I came back from maternity leave my heart was elsewhere. Work was no longer my passion, something that had died in me, and I realized that I needed to learn more about what God has for my life, not what I want for my life. I started digging, really digging, and felt newly convicted every day that my first ministry, my first responsibility is at home, with my husband, with my children. What once was thought of as a rash career move, now became reality.

Roughly a month or more ago, Governor Corbitt cut funding to my T.E.A.C.H. scholarship. This was the contract that held me back from resigning, as it kept me an employee with no less than 30 hours a week until June. I had planned to resign in June. With the cut in funding, I did some investigative work. I thought my contract would no longer be valid, and the program entirely discontinued, but found instead that although it is still valid, I am in a phase of my contract in which I can leave, without consequence. I have fulfilled my contractual obligations as far as credits, grades etc. and am free to leave. The only consequence of not finishing my “commitment period” till June, is no longer being eligible to receive the T.E.A.C.H. scholarship. (Since funding is cut to it, I wouldn’t be getting it back anyway.) This, coupled with my Mom’s declining health, was the decision maker. So, I quit. It is no coincidence that for the last year bit by bit, step by step, circumstances have led to this.  Too many to blog about, little things like happenings at work, scriptures I’ve read, (all for another post.) things I’d heard, tugs at my heart. God has been preparing me for this. Right down to his provision of money to replace our lost income.

So many many scriptures and prayers, and chats with my Bible study ladies. (shout outs to DIYparenting Jenny, and Shepherd Valley Farm Linda, plus many more encouraging ladies. Thanks for walking beside me, and pushing me onward, it has meant the world to me.)  Now here I am, almost a year later, and finally home with my children!

So here I am, finally at home with my little ones! I don’t know how much I shall be blogging, as it will (this time) take a backseat to my duties as a wife and mom.  So much has changed in these short months. I don’t know what I’ll be blogging about now, whatever God puts on my heart really, but, as always, I am still a crazy crazy Mom!! :)

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Dude! Where’s My Car?!

May 17, 2011 at 7:27 pm (adventurous tales, Just gotta laugh..., Miscellaneous Musings, My Friends, Support, Whoops)


Last night, Allen came to pick the girls and I up at work for some family time.  We hopped into the rabbit (no pun intended) and drove to my Mom’s house to pick up Ava.  On the way back, we had a few errands to run, and then we intended to pick up my car, which I’d left at work. (About a mile up the road from our home.) After piling back into the rabbit, we stopped at the library to return some VERY late books, went to the grocery store to pick up a can of soup for to make some beef stroganoff.  In all our haste to make the stroganoff we went home quickly, and Allen played with the girls whilst I made supper.  In all my housewifery glory, supper was ready by 5, and we had a leisurely dinner.  We talked, ate, listened to a James MacDonald sermon, and overall had a relaxing time.  Just as Allen was about to head out the door, Sheila came with spinbrushes for the girls with sticker packets.  The girls spent plenty of time working on their sticker brushes and were thrilled with the best birthday present ever!! (I was all for it, toothbrushes after all that cake? Yes please!)   After sharing some leftover Emma birthday cake with Sheila, she went on her merry way, and we were then graced with the presence of my parents, with whom we also shared some cake, and Emma received another good gift.  All’s well that ends well, and fighting a huge headache, I put the girls to bed, and after applying various remedies, I went to bed myself.

Morning came.  Unfortunately, Sanity did not accompany it!  Allen arrived home from work with a gift for Emma, and we all gathered round while she opened it, and enjoyed it.  This took some considerable time, and we were late to leave.  Ever the gentleman, Allen offered to drop the girls off at my Mom’s, so I could get to work on time.  I went outside, helped him strap the kids into his car, noting that mine was not parked with his, therefore, it MUST be out back by the garage! I kissed everyone goodbye, went back inside, packed my lunch, humming all along.  I was pleasantly surprised to note that I was leaving a full 5 minutes early, and fully confidant that I would impress my supervisor with my early arrival. I grabbed my keys, walked out the door to find… NO CAR in the backyard.

Uhmmmm.  Dude, where’s my car?!?

Now I might enjoy running, but I can’t do a mile in 10 minutes.  Which is all the time I had left at this point.  Oh yeah, and I live at the bottom of the hill that my employer sits on top of.  Whoops.

After a few moments it hit me…  I had left it at work last night.

I laughed.  I just realized I did something pretty dumb.  I lost my car.  How do you lose your car? It had taken me almost 5 minutes of standing there, jiggling my keys and laughing at myself to come to my senses (if indeed I have sense.)  I ran inside, looked at the clock, 5 minutes till I gotta be on the floor. Dang.  I called work.

“Hello, L——– L——– C——-”

“Hey, K, I lost my car.”

“You WHAT?!”

“I lost my car”

“Oh yeah, we were wondering why it was in the parking lot all night! How did you lose it?”

“We left yesterday, and I left it overnight by accident.  We forgot to pick it up.  I was calling cause I’ll be a little late.”

“Well I can come and pick you up. How’s that?”

“Oh, I was gonna run, but I’d be later, that would work out better cause I’ll be on time then…”

“Alright, I’ll be right there! Hahaha!! Only you!”

I went back outside, and stood by the street laughing at myself.  Every time I would get a straight face, I’d start to giggle again.  After K arrived, I had a slightly embarrassing two minute ride to work. (It is kind of embarrassing to be an adult, a mother of three who lost her car, y’know?)

When all is said and done, I am glad to work with people who not only have a fantastic sense of humour, but take me as I am.  

A wacko…

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The Joys and Heartbreaks of Motherhood

May 10, 2011 at 8:53 pm (adventurous tales, Allen, Ava, Emma, Family, Just gotta laugh..., Miscellaneous Musings, Sarah, teachable moments)


Tonight was more of a joyful night, and yet a little heartbreak occurred.  Motherhood just isn’t Motherhood without a little heartbreak.

I was surprised by my husband showing up at work to sweep me off my feet (proverbially, I’m not that light…) and then carrying me off in his magnificent chariot (i.e. his rusted purple diesel Volkswagen Rabbit) to pick up our three princesses. (No lie there, they really are princesses!)

After our quick (read; frenetic) pick up of the children, we spontaneously chose to visit the park, just to make today special, cause we felt like it.  As we arrived, and Sarah got out of the car, she said, “HEY! I’ve been here before! This is the park we saw Uncle Dennis at! I love my Uncle Dennis! He looked like Papa Wheelie! He was so fun and nice to me! I wish I could see him again, so we could talk. I liked talking to him!”

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At this point, Allen and I looked at each other, and then reminded her that Uncle Dennis is now in heaven.  How happy we are for him, and how much we love him.  She replied with a sigh, and then ran off to play.

We had such a wonderful time, playing, and chasing, and talking, and swinging, and climbing.  It was a great afternoon, and a precious bit of family time we don’t get so much of during these busy days.

After we were done at the park, we got home, and I popped inside to make supper.  The girls stayed in the backyard with Allen.  At one point, I went outside to find Emma nude, wearing my high heels, and drawing with sidewalk chalk.  I rounded the corner to inform Allen of this development, only to find him perched in a lawn chair, directly in the center of our vegetable garden, atop the rows, holding a content Ava, doing his facebook/farmville on his Mac laptop.  I took a picture of this hilarious sight, only to have him extract a promise not to post it.  So, I merely paint a picture with words…

Supper was ready, and so everyone came in to enjoy the Salisbury steak, buttered noodles, gravy, and corn. Sarah reminded us that we forgot to pray, and so I invited her to pray over supper.  This was the whopper of a prayer she composed:

“Dear God, Thank you for the dinner Mommy made, and can tomorrow be a Grandmom day? I love going to her house! I want to go to Grandmom’s every day! Can you do that God? And sometimes God, she makes me nap. Can that stop? I don’t like napping…”

Allen and I enjoyed a grown up chuckle over this very entertaining conversation with God. Sarah interrupted our little moment with a question:

“Mom, can God bring people back from heaven?”

“Yes Sarah, he can, but often he doesn’t. Why?”

“I wish Uncle Dennis could come back from heaven.  I miss him.  I really liked him. Why can’t God just send him back?”

Wow. How do I answer a question like that? She is so young, and yet she’s experienced death in such a personal way, several times. How can I answer a question we all ask secretly, and sometimes publicly? Another look was exchanged, I said a little prayer and dived right in. At this point, she was pushing the noodles around her plate aimlessly, chin in her hand, looking sad.

“Well Sarah, Uncle Dennis was such a great man, and God loves him so much, that he needs him up there. Uncle Dennis has served God well, and loved Jesus, and they are happy to be in heaven together.”

“Oh.  Ok, I still wish he could come back.”

“I know. We all do. But God needs him more.”

And there it is. Motherhood is joy, but it is also heartbreak.

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“Turn Your Worries Into Prayers” -Wilma Clouser

April 29, 2011 at 10:19 pm (Faith)


Sometimes leaning on God is terrifying.  Especially when motherhood is involved.  Lately I’ve been reading a very challenging book Crazy Love by Francis Chan.  In reading this, I’ve been challenged to be in awe of God, to trust God, to want to serve God, and to value God above all else.  Doesn’t sound that different than your garden variety sermon really, but it has asked some difficult questions, one in particular that has rocked my world this week.

As a Mother, I feel a need to control, protect, and manage every aspect of my child’s life.  I think of my child as a product of me, a reflection of my skill as a parent, and my character as an adult.  Reading this book, I’ve realized in the deepest way that my children are not mine, they are God’s.  It is a hard thing to pray at night, and mean it, “LORD, your will be done with my babies.”  The prayer used to be, “God, protect my children tonight, please make sure there are no fires, help everyone to breathe ok, and let them all just be safe.”  Instead of a childlike faith that God knows best, I’d been handing over a demanding laundry list on a nightly basis, one that reflected my deepest fears.
I find this especially difficult, because I have this ever present fear of losing one of my kids.  Having lost my precious nephew at the tender age of 8 weeks, I am constantly living in terror of my children dying, and I not being able to protect or care for them, or control their fate.  Stepping out, and leaving their future entirely in God’s hands is a really hard step for me.   This week has been especially difficult, My neighbor found some spiders in her house  that may be brown recluses, and I am absolutely terrified one of my children will be bitten and die.  Ava has just learned to roll over this week, and I am terrified she will somehow roll over and not roll back, and not be able to breathe.  This whole week has been one challenge after the other of my ability to trust my children’s future to God.  It has been very very hard.
However, it has also been very freeing.  I no longer feel nailed to my children’s every move, my children’s every breath.  I KNOW that no matter what, God has a better handle on them then I ever do, and that he wants the best for them.  I don’t blame myself so much for the little mishaps that happen with children, like the one that happened the other week.  I agonized for days over Sarah’s choice to leave the house without telling me to visit our neighbor.  The doors were unlocked, she asked to go over, I said no, and turned around for a moment, and in that moment, she snuck out the door to our neighbor’s house.  I blamed myself for days, what if she had been lost, what if she had been hit by a car (she had gone nowhere near the street, but it went through my head just the same.) What if someone had taken her? I spent days worrying about things that never happened.
I’ve also been so obsessed, upset, worried about Ava’s new habit of rolling to the corner of the mattress and digging her face in during the night, that I’ve been waking up every half hour to check if she is still breathing.  Every time, it takes me five or more minutes to gather the courage to check her.  I am terrified that she is no longer breathing.
It has been quite a journey to realize that even though I have heir whole lives ahead of me, I never know which day could be their last.  Even harder is leaving it up to God to make that decision, and letting go of my need to control every little breath they take, to prevent any harm coming to them.
Agonizing over every moment, losing sleep to check on Ava every half hour at night, are not healthy things.  Trusting God to keep her through the night, is.   Despite the challenges this week, I guess it all boils down to the freedom and grace in trusting God to care for them, to protect them, and not demanding it be done on my own finite terms.
I know this has probably not been a productive or thought provoking post, but it has been wonderful to get that out!  If you’re still reading, you totally get a cookie!!

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Wherein I Offend Many Of My Readers, Making A Stand

April 26, 2011 at 8:37 am (Faith)


Recently, I read this blog post about Christ.  While I usually let these things pass on in silence, I felt an inner need to make a stand.  To speak up about who Jesus is.

Firstly, although in this article he is compared to many other dieties, and the point (I believe) is to point out that Christ is NOT in fact original, but is most likely mankind’s fabrication based on an inner need, that is not what struck me most.  What really hit me full on was this quote:

“Perhaps we don’t need to say that ‘MY WAY is the way to salvation’, or spend our lives trying to ‘convert’ others to what we feel is the ONLY way to paradise/heaven/nirvana, etc.

Perhaps, when it comes down to it, we are merely yet another generation of mankind trying to find the answers based on things written by previous members of mankind, who may have based their stories on what had occurred before them, oral traditions and folk tales.

Jesus, Mohammed, Lord, God, Allah, Flying Spaghetti Monster, Worshipping Oneself or bowing to nothing at all…maybe they are all right, maybe they are all wrong.“

I know that relative truth is a popular doctrine these days, and that everybody wants to just get along, and you believe what you want, and I’ll believe what I want, and we’ll all go to heaven.

Here is my rebuttal to this: Conviction is not a bad thing.  Faith is about having a conviction.  If I can say my faith might be wrong, my faith could possibly not be the right faith, your faith could be the right faith, then why on earth would I believe what I do, if it could be wrong?   I have chosen Christ because he is “The way, the truth and the life” and because he said “No man comes unto the Father but by me.” (John 14:6)  I know that “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1) and I choose this faith because it is right.  I won’t force anyone else to believe it, that would defeat the very nature of faith.  As for my part,  I KNOW it is truth.  I am not incapable of questioning, I have questioned, I have walked away, I have chosen other things, and I have come right back home to the truth.

If your son told you the grass was purple, NOT green, would you say, “Its ok Bob, your grass is different than my grass.  Just because we don’t believe in the same grass, doesn’t make us wrong!”

Now take it one step further.  If Bob was going to jump off of a bridge, saying he believed it wouldn’t hurt him, would you say the same? “Its ok Bob, your fall is not my fall, it won’t hurt you if you believe it won’t hurt you, go ahead and jump. You aren’t wrong, and I’m not wrong.” Would you say that?

Thats how I feel about God.  It is true.  Not because I believe it, or because it is my faith, but because God is REAL. His word is TRUE.  Like that fall, to walk away from God would be death to me.

“ But if serving the LORD seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD.”

Joshua 24:15

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Locusts and Destruction: The Facebook Posts Entry

April 16, 2011 at 3:04 pm (adventurous tales, Allen, Ava, Crises, Emma, Family, Fun, Ingenious motherhood, Just gotta laugh..., Marathon Training, Messes, Sarah)


This morning was a bit of a mishmash as my life usually is.  I chose to use my traffic on Facebook today to inspire, and pad out this post.  Because to be completely honest… I’m seriously busy, but I still love my blog.

I awoke to my two year old bouncing happily on top of me, her face stuck right to my back “I want to hoooooooooooooooooooold you Mommy!  hooooooooooooooold yoooooooou!” She yanked my hair, and went for a horsey ride.  I was too groggy to fight back against the onslaught of all this youthful energy.

So I did what any sensible Mother would do… I woke up, and I went for a run.

I felt unable to leave Ava to the devices of my two hellions at home, now in full regalia, Emma in her diaper only, and Sarah carrying a purse, wearing a track suit, and asking anyone who would listen: “Do I look like Napoleon Dynamite?”

Ava went along.  I packed her in the jogging stroller, and we ran like our lives depended on it.  my husband stayed home to wrastle the herd.

I will take this moment to say, I love running!  I’ve lost weight, felt better about myself, and overall, I love the built in alone time!

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So, in the interests of keeping this weight loss up, despite the lack of energy, and the difficulty of pushing a jogging stroller full of baby pudge up the hill, I did it!  I felt discouraged despite myself, because this should have been an easy run, I had motivation (Emma’s jumping) experience (I’ve run this route before many times) and good reasons (health, marathon, alone time.)  But it was somehow difficult.  The only things that kept me going?

  • I must get healthy, I must stay healthy, I must get healthy, I must stay healthy.
  • If I wanna run a marathon, how can I justify quitting after one mile?
  • Crap, everyone will see on Facebook that I only ran one mile.
So after about a mile of struggling with the stroller (Say that five times fast.) I headed back home, handed Ava over to her Daddy, and went on my merry way.  I got in one more mile and change.  And it was totally worth it. The best part? Facebooking my miles and having my friends cheer me on. :) I have great friends!
I returned home to find a despondent husband bending over a pile of broken crayons and bemoaning our children’s destructive powers.
He likened our children to locusts.
“Look at these crayons! they were WHOLE crayons an hour ago, even a HALF hour ago! Now they’re in pieces! Our kids are like little locusts!”
The definition of Locusts: Insects that swarm throughout an area, leaving only destruction.
Yep. Those are my kids.
He then left for the grocery store with some of the children, leaving me in relative peace. Depending on how you define peace.  If its less screaming; I had peace. My neighbor reminded me of the cat…erm… chinese food I left in her fridge after our *wild party* last night. (read: the kids watched ice age while we talked grown up talk over good food.)  I have great neighbors! Chas and Chris are by far the best neighbors I’ve ever met!
I retrieved the cat.
When I returned home, rabidly excited at the thought of leftover chinese, and unable to control myself, I dug a spoon into the cold rice on its way into the fridge. In my haste, I made a bit of a little known chinese delicacy. Farflung Rice. It landed ALL over my countertops and under the little nooks and crannies. Who knew a spoonful of rice could go so far?
A productive day by many standards.  And yet, barely lunch time.  I look forward to the remaining adventures in today, and will enjoy them with my mischevious hellions.

My three children, ready for the next adventure. Sarah is trying to look as angelic as possible, Emma, eyeballing her next opportunity, and Ava, calm as a cucumber. Watch out. Those Sacks are on the loose!

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An Apology

April 13, 2011 at 8:28 pm (adventurous tales, Emma, Family, Fun, My Friends, Sarah)


I apologize for my extended absence from blogging.  I know I have been amazingly remiss in my blogging.  Juggling kids, work, running, takes alot of time, energy, and mental fortitude.  I’m beat.  oh… and we’re all sick.  Again.  Why is it we’re always sick?  Tonight, we are all on the road to recovery, and that is excellent, as it has afforded many fun moments.

My excellent neighbor, Chasity, came over tonight with a goody bag of shoes (2 pairs of heels) jewelry, sunglasses, and a box of cupcakes.  HALLELUJAH! My night was saved!  Many great moments ensued.  My children managed to show their wild sides, and Chasity managed to tame the beasts.  Emma felt Chas up while pretending to be Dr. Emma  checking a heartbeat with a necklace for a stethoscope and Sarah licked her cupcake to shreds.  Emma also inhaled her cupcake in a matter of seconds, just shows she’s back to her Olympic champion self.  Eating like a hound.  They both covered themselves in Jewels, and Sarah opened a jewelry store.  7 cents for a ring!  (I wish she ran a real store…) and 8 cents for shoes!  (This is why she should run DSW…)

All in all, everything is good in Sacks land, now if only I wasn’t too tired for inspiration, and too drained to speak.

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