Argue for your limitations and sure enough they're yours.
-Richard Bach
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
Guarding Your Thoughts ... this is Memorial Day...
Guarding Your Thoughts
Today is Memorial Day and our thoughts are for those who have bravely given their lives in defending the freedoms we enjoy. We’ve been talking the last few days about leaning to build bridges for relationships with our words. If you want to be a great communicator, Jesus taught us that you should guard your thoughts. because that’s where it all begins. In the book of Matthew, chapter 12, and in Mark 7, there’s a couple of things about what we think and how that results in what we say…first, Matthew 12:34 (NIV)...”Four out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Circle the words “heart” and “mouth”. And then Mark 7:15 (TLB)...Your souls aren’t harmed by what you eat, but by what you think and say!” Circle the words “think” and “say”.
Do you see the vicious circle here? How what I say affects what I think and what I think affects what I say..the vicious circle? Think of this circle with me...let me picture it for you: You start with angry words and those angry words result in a wounded soul...and that wounded soul results in a bitter heart...and that bitter heart results in more angry words. And you just can’t seem to get out of this circle where you’re angry, wounded, hurt...and so you say more angry words....it goes around and around and around. It’s a vicious circle, and we’ve all been caught up in those vicious circles that happen with our words. Jesus said, “If you want to have great communication, you’ve got to guard your heart...it’s one of the keys. Jesus said that words are never a slip of the tongue, but an overflow of the heart. He’s saying you may not have wanted to say it, but you felt it or you wouldn’t have said it...that’s what Jesus is saying. And so, communication starts with what you think. And if you guard that, you’ll talk in a better way. Do you ever let your thoughts leak out into your words? You didn’t mean to and you weren’t going to say it, but you got angry or something happened and “boom!”...it just slipped out...we’ve all done that and that’s what Jesus was talking about. In fact, Jesus said it’s inevitable...eventually it’s going to happen. So part of great communication is guarding your heart....telling yourself, “If I think it, I’m eventually going to say it.” For many of us, we’ll never experience a real change in the way we communicate until we have a change of heart...because that’s where it begins…by guarding our hearts! (Tomorrow: Using Your Ears)
posted by Rix Tillman at 5:54 AM
Today is Memorial Day and our thoughts are for those who have bravely given their lives in defending the freedoms we enjoy. We’ve been talking the last few days about leaning to build bridges for relationships with our words. If you want to be a great communicator, Jesus taught us that you should guard your thoughts. because that’s where it all begins. In the book of Matthew, chapter 12, and in Mark 7, there’s a couple of things about what we think and how that results in what we say…first, Matthew 12:34 (NIV)...”Four out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks.” Circle the words “heart” and “mouth”. And then Mark 7:15 (TLB)...Your souls aren’t harmed by what you eat, but by what you think and say!” Circle the words “think” and “say”.
Do you see the vicious circle here? How what I say affects what I think and what I think affects what I say..the vicious circle? Think of this circle with me...let me picture it for you: You start with angry words and those angry words result in a wounded soul...and that wounded soul results in a bitter heart...and that bitter heart results in more angry words. And you just can’t seem to get out of this circle where you’re angry, wounded, hurt...and so you say more angry words....it goes around and around and around. It’s a vicious circle, and we’ve all been caught up in those vicious circles that happen with our words. Jesus said, “If you want to have great communication, you’ve got to guard your heart...it’s one of the keys. Jesus said that words are never a slip of the tongue, but an overflow of the heart. He’s saying you may not have wanted to say it, but you felt it or you wouldn’t have said it...that’s what Jesus is saying. And so, communication starts with what you think. And if you guard that, you’ll talk in a better way. Do you ever let your thoughts leak out into your words? You didn’t mean to and you weren’t going to say it, but you got angry or something happened and “boom!”...it just slipped out...we’ve all done that and that’s what Jesus was talking about. In fact, Jesus said it’s inevitable...eventually it’s going to happen. So part of great communication is guarding your heart....telling yourself, “If I think it, I’m eventually going to say it.” For many of us, we’ll never experience a real change in the way we communicate until we have a change of heart...because that’s where it begins…by guarding our hearts! (Tomorrow: Using Your Ears)
posted by Rix Tillman at 5:54 AM
Today's Inspirational Story -
Dear Baby
A soldier writes to her unborn child about duty to her country and the decision to serve in the military.
By Staff Sgt. Sharon McBride
Dear baby:
As you grow inside me, I have been thinking more and more of what it means to be a mommy in the U.S. Army.
Let me be the first to tell you, though, that we have a rough road ahead of us, kiddo. The life of a soldier isn't an easy one.
Already in the seven years that I've been in the Army, I've spent a lot of time away from home. It's very rare that I get to spend holidays with my family. And more and more I see my friends and comrades departing on deployments that send them far away from their families for extended lengths of time. And I have a feeling that life isn't going to get any easier, sweetie.
And, although we have been given a reprieve of sorts while you continue to make my belly expand, I have a feeling it won't be too long after you are born that I, too, will be asked to go away--again.
It seems, my dear, that there are too many nasty people in this world that feel like they need to oppress, suffocate and stamp out human pride and freedom among their fellow man.
Why, sweetie? I don't know. But these men seem to be everywhere. Every day when I turn on the news, there's a different man in a different part of the world that's making life unbearable for others.
As a soldier, I have given my word that if the call comes for me to do my part in making the world a better place to live, I'll go. No hesitation. No questions asked.
That call was a lot easier to answer when I didn't have you--when I just had myself to think about. Now, as a future parent, I can see why some single mommies choose to get out of the Army, but my resolve is true.
I know baby, this is going to be hard for you to understand. You're going to want your mommy and she'll be far, far away.
I'm going to miss a lot of important things--perhaps many of your firsts: birthdays, holidays, you know, all the good stuff. But, I am a soldier. It's a profession that few choose, but one that the many don't hesitate to call when there's trouble to be fixed. That's our job; our mission in life: to help others that can't seem to help themselves.
But, take comfort in the fact that there are going to be other children that will not only be missing their mommies but daddies too.
Many families have gone down this road before us. We won't be the first. And we certainly won't be the last. So, if they can do it, surely we can do it too.
While we are together, though, I promise to hold you a bit longer than necessary, read the story about the purple dinosaur as many times as you want, fix you favorite food for dinner, kiss you a lot, hold your hand and take as many photos of you as possible. Memories of these things will have to sustain us while we are apart.
Just take heart that being an Army baby won't be all bad. There will be sweets to go with the sour. You'll get to travel and see other cultures that other kids won't get to see. There will always be food on the table and clothes on your back. If you get sick, you will always have medicine to make you feel better.
Some children in the world don't even have shoes. I know, because I've seen them.
So, as you grow stronger and bigger inside me, I can only hope and pray that you remember the lessons I will teach while we are together and that they will help you when we are apart: Always share your cookies, never call names, remember to say "I'm sorry" if you are wrong, wash behind your ears and brush your teeth, and say "I love you" every chance you get.
Lastly, don't forget to pray for Mommy and the other parents that often have to be so far away from their little ones. We don't want to leave, but sometimes duty calls.
Update: I wrote this letter to my unborn child in Oct. 2003. Prior to her birth I spent 14 months (July 2002-August 2003) in the Middle East during the kick-off and main portion of "Operation Enduring Freedom." After returning to the United States I requested to be stationed at Fort Richardson, Alaska near my hometown of Eagle River. I was granted my request. Lyssa Bree McBride was born Feb. 6, 2004. She was 8 pounds, 12 ounces and over 22 inches long. She is now 7 months old. I've been home just over a year. I received a call last week from my assignment manager, who told me to prepare and to get ready to "pack my bags" that I was going to either Iraq or Afghanistan next Febuary. I was supposed to be stationed in Alaska till 2006.
A soldier writes to her unborn child about duty to her country and the decision to serve in the military.
By Staff Sgt. Sharon McBride
Dear baby:
As you grow inside me, I have been thinking more and more of what it means to be a mommy in the U.S. Army.
Let me be the first to tell you, though, that we have a rough road ahead of us, kiddo. The life of a soldier isn't an easy one.
Already in the seven years that I've been in the Army, I've spent a lot of time away from home. It's very rare that I get to spend holidays with my family. And more and more I see my friends and comrades departing on deployments that send them far away from their families for extended lengths of time. And I have a feeling that life isn't going to get any easier, sweetie.
And, although we have been given a reprieve of sorts while you continue to make my belly expand, I have a feeling it won't be too long after you are born that I, too, will be asked to go away--again.
It seems, my dear, that there are too many nasty people in this world that feel like they need to oppress, suffocate and stamp out human pride and freedom among their fellow man.
Why, sweetie? I don't know. But these men seem to be everywhere. Every day when I turn on the news, there's a different man in a different part of the world that's making life unbearable for others.
As a soldier, I have given my word that if the call comes for me to do my part in making the world a better place to live, I'll go. No hesitation. No questions asked.
That call was a lot easier to answer when I didn't have you--when I just had myself to think about. Now, as a future parent, I can see why some single mommies choose to get out of the Army, but my resolve is true.
I know baby, this is going to be hard for you to understand. You're going to want your mommy and she'll be far, far away.
I'm going to miss a lot of important things--perhaps many of your firsts: birthdays, holidays, you know, all the good stuff. But, I am a soldier. It's a profession that few choose, but one that the many don't hesitate to call when there's trouble to be fixed. That's our job; our mission in life: to help others that can't seem to help themselves.
But, take comfort in the fact that there are going to be other children that will not only be missing their mommies but daddies too.
Many families have gone down this road before us. We won't be the first. And we certainly won't be the last. So, if they can do it, surely we can do it too.
While we are together, though, I promise to hold you a bit longer than necessary, read the story about the purple dinosaur as many times as you want, fix you favorite food for dinner, kiss you a lot, hold your hand and take as many photos of you as possible. Memories of these things will have to sustain us while we are apart.
Just take heart that being an Army baby won't be all bad. There will be sweets to go with the sour. You'll get to travel and see other cultures that other kids won't get to see. There will always be food on the table and clothes on your back. If you get sick, you will always have medicine to make you feel better.
Some children in the world don't even have shoes. I know, because I've seen them.
So, as you grow stronger and bigger inside me, I can only hope and pray that you remember the lessons I will teach while we are together and that they will help you when we are apart: Always share your cookies, never call names, remember to say "I'm sorry" if you are wrong, wash behind your ears and brush your teeth, and say "I love you" every chance you get.
Lastly, don't forget to pray for Mommy and the other parents that often have to be so far away from their little ones. We don't want to leave, but sometimes duty calls.
Update: I wrote this letter to my unborn child in Oct. 2003. Prior to her birth I spent 14 months (July 2002-August 2003) in the Middle East during the kick-off and main portion of "Operation Enduring Freedom." After returning to the United States I requested to be stationed at Fort Richardson, Alaska near my hometown of Eagle River. I was granted my request. Lyssa Bree McBride was born Feb. 6, 2004. She was 8 pounds, 12 ounces and over 22 inches long. She is now 7 months old. I've been home just over a year. I received a call last week from my assignment manager, who told me to prepare and to get ready to "pack my bags" that I was going to either Iraq or Afghanistan next Febuary. I was supposed to be stationed in Alaska till 2006.
Today's Quote
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
-Dwight D. Eisenhower
Sunday, May 29, 2005
The family trip to Jet to visit today.....
Jake took pics of their trip to the farm today. Heather, Andrew and Madison went along with Mom and Jake, in my place.. our little car didn't have room for me.... too.. which is ok..
Here's the link of their trip, and visit with Aunt Mert at Jet.
Here's the link of their trip, and visit with Aunt Mert at Jet.
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T'was a wonderful time, and I am so full of BBQ.. haha.. Tammy and I served as judges at the Meat In the Middle BBQ Cookoff in Perkins Saturday, May 28, 2005. We got to sample the wears of 33 different professional cookers.. wow... more later.. This is the link to the photos from the day... Be safe and have a great holiday weekend...
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Today's Quote
Great opportunities to help others seldom come, but small ones surround us every day.
-Sally Koch
-Sally Koch
Friday, May 27, 2005
Whew.. a big bad warrior came to see Grandma and I last night.. haha.. We had a good evening. Austyn played and played. He is here today, and is busy waiting on Jake to get in from his first job of the day, so they can play before Jake has to go to his second job. He and Grandma are outside digging up the weeds in the yard today. It's a nice day for that. Phil and Tammy had a nice time at BB King's show in OKC ... Tomorrow is the BBQ cook off in Perkins, and I think we might head down to it.. if I can get my websites up and going.. haha..
Thursday, May 26, 2005
A Memorial Day Poem
He would have been a pitcher
Playing baseball as a pro
He’d have thrown against the Yankees
Striking out fourteen in a row
Life would have been good to him
Making his living in the sun
Had the torpedo not found its mark
In December of 1941
He’d have been a very good dentist
A loving father and faithful spouse
He’d have loved to golf on weekends
And to putter around the house
His kids would have asked for peanuts
When he took them to the zoo
Had his plane not been shot down
In October of 1942
She would have been a terrific mom
To four girls and three boys
She’d have had a home in Eagle Rock
Filled with sounds of playful noise
She’d have loved and been loved
She’d have known joy and glee
Had the hospital not been bombed
In May of 1943
He’d have been a great salesman
With shined shoes and a smile
He’d have made his company a fortune
Once he’d been there for a while
Customers would have welcomed him
When he walked in the door
Had the bullet not pierced his heart
In June of 1944
He would have been a grandpa
With children on his lap
Telling stories of the old times
Before taking an afternoon nap
He’d have been a prime example
Of the joy to be alive
Had his “Victory” ship not been blown to bits
In August of 1945
These Americans didn’t go to war
With thoughts of how to die
Freedom was their sole pursuit
And “life” their battle cry
But when freedom was at risk
And Americans heard the call
They risked their lives and fortunes
And sometimes lost it all
From every walk of life they came
To pay our freedom’s price
No matter what they might have been
They made the greatest sacrifice
God bless you great Americans
On this thirtieth day of May
We decorate your graves with flags
On this Memorial Day.
-Ed Riffle
He would have been a pitcher
Playing baseball as a pro
He’d have thrown against the Yankees
Striking out fourteen in a row
Life would have been good to him
Making his living in the sun
Had the torpedo not found its mark
In December of 1941
He’d have been a very good dentist
A loving father and faithful spouse
He’d have loved to golf on weekends
And to putter around the house
His kids would have asked for peanuts
When he took them to the zoo
Had his plane not been shot down
In October of 1942
She would have been a terrific mom
To four girls and three boys
She’d have had a home in Eagle Rock
Filled with sounds of playful noise
She’d have loved and been loved
She’d have known joy and glee
Had the hospital not been bombed
In May of 1943
He’d have been a great salesman
With shined shoes and a smile
He’d have made his company a fortune
Once he’d been there for a while
Customers would have welcomed him
When he walked in the door
Had the bullet not pierced his heart
In June of 1944
He would have been a grandpa
With children on his lap
Telling stories of the old times
Before taking an afternoon nap
He’d have been a prime example
Of the joy to be alive
Had his “Victory” ship not been blown to bits
In August of 1945
These Americans didn’t go to war
With thoughts of how to die
Freedom was their sole pursuit
And “life” their battle cry
But when freedom was at risk
And Americans heard the call
They risked their lives and fortunes
And sometimes lost it all
From every walk of life they came
To pay our freedom’s price
No matter what they might have been
They made the greatest sacrifice
God bless you great Americans
On this thirtieth day of May
We decorate your graves with flags
On this Memorial Day.
-Ed Riffle
Do you have your renters insurance paid up? or homeowners paid... ?? One never knows when something like this can happen... this is whats left of our neighbors home. It is very unusual to find anything left in a mobile home fire... but thanks to Perkins Fire Dept., the Iowa Tribe Fire Dept. and the Stillwater Fire Dept. there is something left.. plus there are many of Stillwater's full time fire fighters that are neighbors .. I think that around us and to the east in the 3 square miles there are 6 to be exact... enjoy the day!
Lots of things going on lately..
Last evening a neighbor to the east lost their mobile home to fire, so there was lots of smoke in our yard, as wind was from the east. Don't know anymore about it this am. We do know someone was hurt, as the ambulance made a run back to town with lights and sirens going. They are in our prayers.
I went over to take a few pics, but it was to early and light was bad, but the home looked intact, but the windows were gone and you could see where the fire came out the windows in the east end of the home.
We ran over to Paul's and by Phil's last night to deliver webcams for them to get online and hopefully now we can see and talk with each other more often, stay in touch more, as the kiddos grow up.. and we grow older.. haha... I think now I need to buy some sort of software that will allow us to hook up with audio and video, however. Seems it never ends.
Can you imagine living 100 years ago, without the things we take forgranted today? wow!
Mom has been building fence at her place for about a month it seems. You know Mom. haha. yelp.. had to save a dollar.. but this time she spent a bit more. She now has a GOAT fence on the west side of her pasture next to her hay fields. For those in the city, most fences of barbed wire are 4 wire, maybe five inside and the outer fences are 5 wire maybe six if you have goats.. haha.. Mom built a 6 wire internal fence and now she can run goats!! Needless to say, the neighbors are laughing and "kidding" about it. Instead of getting a professional crew to do it in 4 days she found through another person, an individual to do it who is older than I am, and you probably can guess the rest of the story. The professional crew would have built the 1/2 mile of fence for a dollar a foot, and a guarantee to be done in 4 days. Mom's worked a month, still is, and has had to help her "hand" do it and I bet it cost her more than that... with no guarantee... oh the things we do to save money... my Dad would have said!!
Phil is still at his old job. He was given a raise and things seem to be getting better, with a bit less stress. He now has a family blog too, which is linked on this page. You need to check it out, as well as Jonathan's and Heather's blogs.. I should have typed RANDI'S BlOG, as she, according to Jon, in now in charge of it! She updated it day before yesterday too.. FINALLY... haha , no slack Randi.. haha.. this used to be updated more, but work has taken me away from it a little bit, too.
Now back to Phil. He has a great garden this summer and you should see the wonderful flowers around their home this summer too. I am sure there will be pictures soon online, either from him or I ... I mean lots of cool, cool flowers.
Randi and Jon and Kaitlyn came up last Saturday, and we had a great visit. Down time for Jon who is really being pushed at work to meet some hard deadlines very soon, and really coming up fast. He too has received a promotion of sorts, and now is like assistant king in web development for his firm. Now he gets the big bucks! haha... Yeah right.
Jon Randi Heather Kaitlyn Madison Ann and I hooked up and got to see each other with the webcams last night, which was kinda cool. Kaitlyn was really active and Madison had the yawns... kind of bored with it all...
Jake is doing what he needs to do this am. Working two jobs and helping Ann and I and his Grandmother, he is beat and with the chance of showers this am, he is getting to sleep in. His back has been bothering him lately, so he needs to stretch out and rest in his new bed.
Yesterday, Jake received a "special tour" and met with the welding instructor at Meridian Tech. in Stillwater. His boss, Fred Shultz, owner of the Shultz Ranch, was the Supt. there and actually sort of built the school over the years. He recently retired, and has been after Jake to go learn to weld. .. Well, it seems Jake tried to check out MT, but they kind of gave him the run around... so Jake was checking into Tulsa Welding School, and told Fred this. So Fred took hold of things, and needless to say, when Fred does take hold, things get done, so MT called Jake and asked him to come in for a special tour, and of course, Fred was there and it went "very well" Jake reports, haha.. I bet it did!!
I think some of our family will be going with Ann up to Jet this weekend to the cemetery there where her folks are buried. Jake informed me he was taking Mom, and I think Heather and kids may go along.
As many of you know, the cemetery here where Amanda and Dad are buried is in receivership. Not sure what is going to happen, but it does not look bad at the present time. There are lots of old mainstream families who will help see to that. And of course there are lots of families very mad over this deal happening, but not at the caretakers there now who have been doing it out of their pocket... too.
Ann is going to watch Austyn tonight, tomorrow and maybe .. yelp, now on Saturday too.. That will be cool. We love when Austyn gets to come over. Phil and Tammy get to go to OKC and watch Bo Diddly tonight, and Tammy is in training tomorrow... and Phil just called and Perkins is having a big "barbecue" cook off this weekend, with the top cookers from two big national groups cooking off there, and they needed one more judge, and barbecue has stepped up to the challenge! Now that's cool!!
Not sure if we get to see Kaitlyn this weekend or not. Maybe as a family we might get to have a picnic together on Monday, but time will tell!!
Well, this book is coming to a close.. Enjoy the day!
I went over to take a few pics, but it was to early and light was bad, but the home looked intact, but the windows were gone and you could see where the fire came out the windows in the east end of the home.
We ran over to Paul's and by Phil's last night to deliver webcams for them to get online and hopefully now we can see and talk with each other more often, stay in touch more, as the kiddos grow up.. and we grow older.. haha... I think now I need to buy some sort of software that will allow us to hook up with audio and video, however. Seems it never ends.
Can you imagine living 100 years ago, without the things we take forgranted today? wow!
Mom has been building fence at her place for about a month it seems. You know Mom. haha. yelp.. had to save a dollar.. but this time she spent a bit more. She now has a GOAT fence on the west side of her pasture next to her hay fields. For those in the city, most fences of barbed wire are 4 wire, maybe five inside and the outer fences are 5 wire maybe six if you have goats.. haha.. Mom built a 6 wire internal fence and now she can run goats!! Needless to say, the neighbors are laughing and "kidding" about it. Instead of getting a professional crew to do it in 4 days she found through another person, an individual to do it who is older than I am, and you probably can guess the rest of the story. The professional crew would have built the 1/2 mile of fence for a dollar a foot, and a guarantee to be done in 4 days. Mom's worked a month, still is, and has had to help her "hand" do it and I bet it cost her more than that... with no guarantee... oh the things we do to save money... my Dad would have said!!
Phil is still at his old job. He was given a raise and things seem to be getting better, with a bit less stress. He now has a family blog too, which is linked on this page. You need to check it out, as well as Jonathan's and Heather's blogs.. I should have typed RANDI'S BlOG, as she, according to Jon, in now in charge of it! She updated it day before yesterday too.. FINALLY... haha , no slack Randi.. haha.. this used to be updated more, but work has taken me away from it a little bit, too.
Now back to Phil. He has a great garden this summer and you should see the wonderful flowers around their home this summer too. I am sure there will be pictures soon online, either from him or I ... I mean lots of cool, cool flowers.
Randi and Jon and Kaitlyn came up last Saturday, and we had a great visit. Down time for Jon who is really being pushed at work to meet some hard deadlines very soon, and really coming up fast. He too has received a promotion of sorts, and now is like assistant king in web development for his firm. Now he gets the big bucks! haha... Yeah right.
Jon Randi Heather Kaitlyn Madison Ann and I hooked up and got to see each other with the webcams last night, which was kinda cool. Kaitlyn was really active and Madison had the yawns... kind of bored with it all...
Jake is doing what he needs to do this am. Working two jobs and helping Ann and I and his Grandmother, he is beat and with the chance of showers this am, he is getting to sleep in. His back has been bothering him lately, so he needs to stretch out and rest in his new bed.
Yesterday, Jake received a "special tour" and met with the welding instructor at Meridian Tech. in Stillwater. His boss, Fred Shultz, owner of the Shultz Ranch, was the Supt. there and actually sort of built the school over the years. He recently retired, and has been after Jake to go learn to weld. .. Well, it seems Jake tried to check out MT, but they kind of gave him the run around... so Jake was checking into Tulsa Welding School, and told Fred this. So Fred took hold of things, and needless to say, when Fred does take hold, things get done, so MT called Jake and asked him to come in for a special tour, and of course, Fred was there and it went "very well" Jake reports, haha.. I bet it did!!
I think some of our family will be going with Ann up to Jet this weekend to the cemetery there where her folks are buried. Jake informed me he was taking Mom, and I think Heather and kids may go along.
As many of you know, the cemetery here where Amanda and Dad are buried is in receivership. Not sure what is going to happen, but it does not look bad at the present time. There are lots of old mainstream families who will help see to that. And of course there are lots of families very mad over this deal happening, but not at the caretakers there now who have been doing it out of their pocket... too.
Ann is going to watch Austyn tonight, tomorrow and maybe .. yelp, now on Saturday too.. That will be cool. We love when Austyn gets to come over. Phil and Tammy get to go to OKC and watch Bo Diddly tonight, and Tammy is in training tomorrow... and Phil just called and Perkins is having a big "barbecue" cook off this weekend, with the top cookers from two big national groups cooking off there, and they needed one more judge, and barbecue has stepped up to the challenge! Now that's cool!!
Not sure if we get to see Kaitlyn this weekend or not. Maybe as a family we might get to have a picnic together on Monday, but time will tell!!
Well, this book is coming to a close.. Enjoy the day!
Grandma Moffat and I ran over to Paul and Heather and Andrew and Madison's last evening to set up a webcam, so we can see the "new lady" in action more, course we picked up some pizza.. and we walked in and Grandma took Madison, and you can see the rest of the story...haha.. not really. She was in just a 'mood' like her Mom has .. once in a while.. haha.. but things got better quick.. As you can see, she is the apple of her grandmother's eye right now...
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