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Super Duper!

Why is it so much fun to root for a team and go crazy when they win and go crazy when they lose? Why do some of us enjoy the Twitter and/or Facebook banter while watching the game?  Why have people traveled from around the country to converge on Indianapolis? Why did we make a gazillion Football Cake Pops this week?

I enjoyed this Super Bowl. It was a nail-biter! I got a kick out of going to Indy to take in the “once-in-a-lifetime” chance to see a city completely converted into Super Bowl City. And it was cool, I might add. I know that the camaraderie that fans share is a part of the energy. I know anticipation is half the fun of any special event and getting ready for The Big Game whether it’s hosting a gathering or just going to a friend’s to hang out and watch is something to look forward to.  But why is so much stinkin’ money sunk into a sport? I read this article on how this “game” adds up and about choked! The bottom line is “$11 billion: Amount consumers are expected to spend on the Super Bowl (hey, those chicken wings aren’t free, people) each year.” This article doesn’t even touch on how much these athletes make each year.  It wouldn’t seem so unreasonable if there were balance i.e. if firefighters, police officers, teachers, our military, etc. made as much or more. I’m not saying these players don’t have skill and they certainly brought it to the Super Bowl and gave us a game to remember! (I was on the edge of my seat!) But, I confess, I feel sad that this game  has become bigger that our holidays and it’s players put on such high pedestals! I love football but it’s FOOTBALL! I’m pretty sure we could have purchased world peace, Madonna, with the amount you were paid to perform tonight. Just sayin’.

I guess I’m done venting.  For now.  Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good football game, am a Colts fan (rooted for the Giants this game), and get a jolt from all the Super Bowl hype. This year’s game was worth watching, that’s for sure! And there were some pretty good commercials (writing in Clint Eastwood as President. I’d write in Matthew Broderick as V.P. but I’m not sure that he wouldn’t call in sick). I. Hate. The. Go-Daddy Commercials. Just wanted to put that out there.

All that being said, we gathered at my Father-In-Law’s to watch the game on his big screen, a few of the kids’ friends came over, and we had nachos, chili, pizza and, of course, cake pops.

The kids spent most of their time in the basement playing play station. Losers. Go over to watch the game and…oh well, at least my young men were spared some of those risqué commercials.  The small fries kept themselves busy with the fun stuff stashed in Grandpa’s hutch like the ever popular Playdough and wipe-off board. We had fun. Football with family & friends. How could we not?

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Status updates from the day:

  • ‎6 y.o. Just now-“Since today is #SuperBowl , can I wear something pretty?” LOL!
  • Some of these commercials make me glad my teenage sons have decided to play PlayStation instead of watching the game.
  • Funniest thing tweeted tonight: “If Madonna tebows at the end of this, the world might explode.” -Mo Thieman
  • I was kinda hoping Madonna would do Express Yourself just to remind Ms. Gaga & everyone else where the song originated. #bornthisway
  • Visualize Whirled Peas! Stop the Violins!
  • Just asked, “Whose voice is that?” for the Ford commercial. The 6 y.o. chimed in with “Diego’s!” #IceAge
  • GIANTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GAaaaaahhhhh!!! I’m so stressed out!! I need chocolate!!
  • “Great Giant win. First Tush Down I’ve ever seen.” Billy Crystal

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

Baby Gamer

Baby Gamer

The not-yet-2-year-old pushed a chair up to the buffet, turned on the sorry excuse for a TV, then turned on the PlayStation controller. And just to make sure we knew he meant business, he managed to turn on Modern Warfare 2. (Don’t worry – he didn’t play it.) We are in so much trouble. That’s the news for today. It made me laugh…then sigh…then roll my eyes….then tremble in fear and trepidation….

Even Isaiah was impressed with Seth's geekiness...

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

Off To A Bad Start

I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions. Opportunities to start a new happen at any given time throughout a year, changes happen, the school year starts, the summer begins, a baby is born every other year here (usually), and stuff  just happens that requires starting over. But after the year I’ve had, I decided I needed to be resolved. Resolved to get my house back, get back to scrapbooking, taking my kids on road trips again, getting organized and getting back to blogging. It is January 7th and I’m just now writing. And I’m so pathetic, I’m writing about how I haven’t been writing.

I have people asking me quite often to write a book. A blog is the best I can do, folks. I’m not sure why anyone would want me to write a book but I am flattered.  There’s a plethora of books out there by large, homeschool families so I don’t think we need another one. There are plenty of cookbooks so not sure I want to tackle making another one interesting. Anything I could write about has been covered, I believe. Man, I’m being a downer, aren’t I? So, here’s the deal, I love to write, always have. It’s therapeutic and, occasionally, blesses others so I told myself I’d get back to this but I’ve already procrastinated a week. I could make it a goal to blog weekly but then I’d procrastinate to a month later so I better just find where I laid my self-discipline so I can get back to it.

A new year does lend itself as a convenient time to go back to the drawing board so that’s what I’m doing.  I have organized my calendar already and I think I’ve found a way to tackle my to-do lists without getting overwhelmed. I just opened up Memory Manager and downloaded some photos and did some editing. There may be hope for me, yet. I’m writing this post, lame as it is, but it’s better than what I wrote yesterday which was nothing. I might actually get the hang of this resolution thing. Oh, and I worked out again, something that had been neglected last month.

Wish me luck and hang in there with me! I’m still here!

What’s not shared is lost~

Michelle

A Day in the Life

Folks are always asking, “How do you do it?” Every once in a while, I think to jot day the ins and outs of my day. Much of it is a blur but here are the highlights of my day:

5am Seth woke up, curled up with him on the couch with his bottle, we both fell asleep. Usually, he stays awake and he helps with my work-out then eats a “pre-breakfast snack” while I read my Bible, start laundry, check email and check in on my social networking, etc.  Isaiah and Isabelle are also early risers and keep me on my toes. I have them get dressed  and help me with laundry then start chores. Tuesday is a crazy bad day for me to not be up and at ’em! I have to pick up shop groceries and get specials going. But cuddling with Seth and sleeping a bit (for a change) was refreshing.

8am-ish THAT is sleeping in! At least on a work/school day. I believe it was Jillian who woke me up. We kicked it gear, chores, breakfast, quick devotion, Jillian and Benjamin (with school packed) headed off to get started at the shop. I try to plan ahead but some weeks, like the last, exasperaggravates (my word, feel free to use it)  my O.P.D. (Obsessive Procrastination Disorder). So specials were planned on the fly this morning: Apple Tuna Salad Croissant & Barley Cheese Soup. I threw together a grocery list and flew to Meijer then off to the kitchen. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Natalie oversaw K.P. and kicked off school.

10am-ish Arrived at the Panache Kitchen and when I arrived, Jillian had the Almond Coconut Brownies done and she and Jacob, “adopted” son who helps at times,  were putting the finishing touches on the Chocolate-drizzled Peanut Butter Cookies (decorated for fall). 

10-ish is pretty late to get started on soup but we don’t have that many folks come in for lunch so we don’t fret about having everything “ready” as much as we use to. They were on that as I left. I took off to drop off a package at the post office, return You Know My Name (starring a favorite of mine, Sam Elliott – I recommend) and picked up some NCIS (For those that don’t know us, we don’t receive any broadcast TV or cable so rely on DVDs for R & R ).

After zooming home, I started laundry, returned some business calls,  then commenced reading lessons for the small fries and did some spelling. After lunch (and more laundry), Natalie, Judah, Autumn, Isabelle & I headed back to the kitchen, picked up Jacob, then went to homeschool art lessons. I enjoyed some wonderful visiting with the other moms.

Art lessons finished, we went home for a “rush meal” of Hot Pockets and carrot sticks. Yes, you read that right, the “homecooked meal” people eats that stuff. You do what you have to do. On Tuesdays when half the clan has art then the other half has Civil Air Patrol in the evening, that’s what we have to do (usually, it’s pizza).  Craig arrived home somewhere around here.

CAP peeps off, we cleaned up, did more laundry,baths, got kids ready for bed, read stories, put small fries to bed, then sat down to NCIS, blogging and now I’m going to crash and burn.

There you have it, a sampling of one of my days.  Let me know if it makes you as tired as it makes me.
Let’s hear it for coffee!!

Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

Goodbye, Big Blue

Instead of "cheese," I told them to say, "Big Blue." Can you tell?


A family makes a lot of memories in their vehicles. The “Big Blue” packed a lot of miles as we packed a lot of kids and stuff into it. We’ve take family vacations, field trips, trips to Grandparents, wrote birth announcements on the windows, Christmas shopping trips, you name it. Just like you, I’m sure, and if you’re the least bit sentimental, you’ll understand why we wanted pics taken with this van that’s been with us for many years before she was sold.  Craig told the guy who bought it that the Cheerios and crayons on the floor were his, no extra charge. Now I feel tear-eyed because I forgot to take a picture of those….

What's this button do?

Seth will be growing up in another 15-Passenger - The Great White Beast.

I really wish this could be the photo on Isaiah's drivers license...if we ever let him get one.

Farewell, bumper stickers....

Judah saying goodbye in his own goofy way.

Besides the monkeys in the back, you can see 2 girls upside down in the front bench seat. They were just being SO silly!
What’s not shared is lost,
Michelle

Ghost Chickens in the Sky

Ghost Chickens in the Sky

For the fun of it….

It’s a shame they took a perfectly good song like “Ghost Chickens in the Sky” to make such a ridiculous parody like “Ghost Riders in the Sky.” What’s the world coming to?

(I don’t remember where we found this song but I DO know we were searching online for goofy I mean, serious, songs to sing on our trip to Florida a few years ago.  Originally, it referred to “the Colonel” but I like Chick-fil-a so you can change it back if you want but we like the change.)

 

A chicken farmer went out

One dark and stormy day

Against the coop he rested

As he went along his way

All at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye

It was the sight he dreaded:

Ghost chickens in the sky.

 

(Chorus)

Yippee ki yay

Yippee ki oh-oh-oh

Ghost chickens in the sky

 

The farmer raised these chickens since he was twenty-four

Working for Chick-fil-a for thirty years or more

Killing all these chickens and sending them to fry

Now they want revenge….Ghost Chickens in the sky.

(Chorus)

 

The farmer raised these chickens since he was twenty-four

Working for Chick-fil-a for thirty years or more

Killing all these chickens and sending them to fry

Now they want revenge….Ghost Chickens in the sky.

(Chorus)

 

Their beaks were black and shiny, their eyes a burnin’ red,

They had no meat or feathers, these chickens all were dead.

They picked the farmer up; he died by the claw.

They fried him extra crispy….and ate him with coleslaw.

(Chorus – repeat last line)

 

True story.

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

Enjoy!

 

 

It Pays To Be A Third Day Fan

After Friday’s Third Day concert in Ft. Wayne, I stayed to help with merchandise pack up. I had been awake since 4:30am as I drove up to the venue to be a part of the unload/set-up merchandise team. Point being, I was tired. So, sometime between 12:30 and 1 a.m., I was cruising along in a zombie-like state and realized I had failed to reset my cruise control after leaving the 65 mph zone when I saw the flashing blue lights on the car driving by turn on. He turned around to “come get me” – I was already pulling over. I was busted. I’ve never had a ticket for speeding. I was pulled over ONCE 22 years ago but only because the boat-on-wheels called a Volare that I was used to driving was out of commission and we had borrowed my brother-in-law’s very nice, newer car with incredible pick-up! The officer had been merciful. (I just wanted you to know that I don’t make a habit out of speeding).

Here’s where I need to mention that I had just put my new Third Day bumper sticker on our catering van (much to my husband’s dismay) THAT morning!

I pulled out my driver’s license and registration and waited. He came to the passenger side window. As I handed him the needed items, I said, “Sorry -forgot to change my cruise control.” He looked at my license, called in my numbers, then the following conversation transpired:

As the officer glanced back at my bumper – “You a Third Day Groupie?” (Groupie- cute)

I answered, “Yes, sir.”

“On your way home from the concert?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How was the concert?”

A perplexed Michelle answered, “Awesome! Thank you.”

“Alright, when this comes back clear, I’m gonna let you go.”

(Seriously????I was going 70 in a, um, NOT 70 zone!)

Response received, he said,

“Alright, slow down and be safe.”

“Thank you so much!”

No kidding, folks!!! I got pulled over by a Third Day fan! How incredibly cool is that??

I was awake and thanking God after that. 

What’s not shared is lost.

Michelle

Dirty Underwear. Filthy Socks. Muddy Jeans. Stained T-Shirts. What To Do With Dirty Laundry?

Last month, I read Mark Lee’s encouraging blog post about journaling and being self-disciplined  so decided I was going to get on the stick with my blog. Unfortunately, right at that time, our family was thrown into a whirlwind of spiritual attach via another family that left me, um, speechless! I didn’t allow myself to blog because I didn’t want to be tempted to, you know, SIN, and since we were in the midst, I felt it would be lying to journal and act as if none of it was going on. And, honestly, I don’t know how I could have written anything without writing about that.   Hopefully, the worst is behind us but I still can’t seem to write without addressing it.  It’s a part of our story, now, and it certainly isn’t my favorite part.  It was a brief (again, I hope) trial, rather bizarre and we learned a lot.  Aspects of this part of our life would certainly qualify as dirty laundry so, therefore, I don’t plan on hanging it out there. But…I also am not going to ignore this part of our lives as it has made such an impact on us.

Some of what I have learned from our experience doesn’t necessarily sound positive. For example,  I won’t be so trusting of people from here on out. Just because they are a  Christian, homeschooling family doesn’t mean they are like-minded, or even stable, for that matter.  There are folks who give a pretty convincing performance but God has a way of revealing who a person really is behind the masquerade. I sensed something was awry at the onset of this trial. While some may chastise my distrust of people, God calls it discernment and if we’re walking with Him, His Spirit gives us “nudges” that let us know something isn’t right. I was nudged. A lot. I/He was right. Every hunch I had was right. BUT, I trusted that good, Christian people only have the best intentions. Turns out I was wrong.

I have also learned that real friends who really love you can really be trusted to stand up for you.  It was SO tempting to try to set the record straight, to defend our family, to retaliate.  We chose to hold our tongues. We knew that “the accuser” was being given reign to attack our family through some folks and that we should not “answer  fools according to their folly, or we would be like them.” Proverbs 26:4   It was also just easier to be quiet. The amount of emotional energy that is required for psychodrama is just not worth it! Meanwhile, friends…real friends stood up for us and tried to speak truth on our behalf. Unfortunately, those friends who were willing to stick their necks out were also abused verbally.  We were also encouraged by those who told us that our actions in response to the outlash showed integrity, dignity, etc.  Here I thought I was just being lazy. Seriously, though, “Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.” Proverbs 17:28 We could have rebutted, but as it was, if these folks were truly brothers and sisters in Christ, they would have been following Matthew 18 and coming to us to discuss “their version” of the situation.   I struggled for a bit with whether we should follow Matthew 18 and go to them but when my DH pointed out that they were using Facebook (and you thought it was just for social networking) to lambaste our family and would not listen to anyone who tried to discourage their behavior, he deduced that they would not be people to recon with and that we should NOT treat them as siblings in Christ. So we are praying for them and regarding them as deceived people who really do have problems – problems God can use if they will choose to follow Him.

I need not go into detail but I did learn that when we raise our children by teaching them God’s Word, by doing our best to set an example worth following, discuss life issues on a regular basis, and have their hearts, I can trust they will choose to do what’s right. They will  make mistakes. They will fall. That’s been a hard lesson to learn, too. As a mom, I want to keep them safe and guide them to do what’s right. But when they grow into young adults, the only direction I can give them is the direction I have earned the right to give. It’s at this point my children look for direction when they think they need it. If I’ve done my job right, they will look to God, come to their father or I, and seek wise counsel. We all screw up, though!  I need to remember that, though I think my children are awesome, they aren’t flawless and will make mistakes, will break my heart, will disappoint me and themselves! My goal is to be ready with open arms to accept my children with all the dirt and scrapes, clean them up and patch up any wounds IF they want it OR show them how to do it themselves. I’ve also learned that my children will shine their light brightest through a trial, that they want to do what’s right, will take a bad situation and do their best to turn it around, and will do like I’m doing here, learn from the situation.

As if the lessons weren’t aplenty, I know that I have a husband who will stand up for his family, will confront head-on those who would seek to do us harm, and will speak wisdom into your life whether you want him to or not. (Here’s hoping seeds were planted!)

I can honestly say I have been blessed through this ordeal due to our family coming together to carry each other’s loads, our friends’ wonderful support, and seeing how individual yoots handled themselves. I am so proud of my kids!

What’s not shared is lost,

Michelle

“Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man’s anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires.” James 1:19,20

Prayer for our children

Father God,

Please  fill our children with the knowledge of Your will. Give them wisdom & spiritual discernment.

In Jesus,

Amen

Prayer for my Children

Father God,

I ask that You strengthen the minds of our children. empower with Godly discernment, intuition and wisdom. Give them strong minds with healthy thoughts, a love of learning and a thirst for Your Word.

In Jesus,

Amen