tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300443642024-03-13T17:06:35.934-05:00Mayhem ManiaWhere life is an adventure. This is what happens when two math geeks marry and have four kids!MMahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14369311369975175532noreply@blogger.comBlogger1159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-77817948203579989462019-01-24T15:54:00.001-06:002019-01-24T15:54:52.857-06:00Facebook First Profile Challenge and an UpdateThis is overdue. Sorry I have not good excuse. OK, kid stuff has been crazy the last couple of weeks. Charlotte hurt her knee - She's in a brace. Ruby is doing PT for an ankle sprain. The other two are just doing all their regular activities. On top of that I'm navigating incorporating exercise and figuring out food. <br />
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I did not participate in the Facebook challenge where you post your first profile picture and your current profile picture. Why, well that last 6 years have not been kind to me. Actually I have not been kind to my body in the last 6 years. Actually, that is not completely true. Some of what lead to weight gain was me taking care of me and some of it was me giving up on my appearance. Short explanation - hysterectomy followed by anxiety meds followed by weight gain from more chill approach to life and/or medication, followed by screw it who cares attitude.<br />
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Between those two pictures I got back to my pre-pregnancy weight about 4 years later before gaining and weighing the most I ever have. Ugh. In true social media fashion if it isn't positive we don't post it. So I didn't. And it made me sad that I succumbed to being that vain. Does it matter that I weigh at least 50 lbs more in one photo than the other? No. Is that really the end all be all of judging how the last 11 years have gone? No. But I was still embarrassed. But here. I get to talk about all the ends and outs and not just post two pictures. And here, I'm determined to be honest with the good, the bad, and the ugly.<div>
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Now on to the update from surgery. I am now 3.5 weeks out. The eating plan has not been bad and my new stomach has reacted great as I've added more stages. I'm now on the soft food stage. It gives me a lot more choices than the previous stages have. Monday, I am on full food. Yippee! </div>
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I saw my surgeon last week. He said all looks well and I'm progressing well. He lifted all restrictions on activity. I am on week two of walking 3-4 days a week. I'm slowly increasing my distance and am definitely getting faster. Joining a gym is the next step in the plan. I know I'll need weight training to minimize loose skin.</div>
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For those wondering I'm averaging about 600 calories a day. I'm drinking 64-88oz of water plus other drinks. I find getting the minimum of 60 grams of protein to be the hardest to hit. I do great as long as I have at one protein shake. If I don't have a shake I don't seem to hit the goal. </div>
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Now for the stats. As of Monday's weigh in I have lost 20 lbs since surgery and 29.8 lbs since starting pre-op diet.</div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-38821622018222194932019-01-07T22:13:00.000-06:002019-01-07T22:13:06.827-06:00It's All MentalSorry for not updating closer to my surgery date or before now post surgery. The pre-op diet was not hard. I love that my doctor did not make me do a two week liquid diet. I had to be mindful of my food and make the right choices but I did not go into surgery already tired of all my liquid choices. <div>
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Surgery went without a hitch. I was at the hospital at 6:00am, in surgery by 8:30, out by 10:30 and back in my room about an hour later. My blood pressure was low after surgery so it took them longer to get me up than normal trying to give it time to come up a bit. Once that happened I had to walk and use the restroom before they would send me home. I was home by 3:00 pm.</div>
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The first two days were not fun. Mostly from the gas pain that comes with laparoscopic surgery. By the morning of day three I was not taking any pain medicine and the gas was much better! Day three was the first day I drove and ran a couple of errands. From there on I have done a bit more each day. </div>
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I know most of this journey and the success of it is mental. I am trying to be very aware of my thoughts about food and weight and what is really behind them. I know I have to have a very different approach to food going forward or this won't work. I know I have to stick to the plan and if I can not do that now, I will not do it long term. I've had thoughts of "Really, maybe I can have beans or cottage cheese now." But they are not on the plan until next week. I can wait a week. But I have to talk myself through that. It will not hurt me in any way to wait another week. But trying to rush things can make me miserable and if I bend that rule, what will I bend next? </div>
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Yes, I realize the irony in that. I am rules are constructs to know where I can get around them kind of person. And now I need to follow the rules. This is very hard for me. </div>
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The other huge mental side of this in weighing and actual amount lost at any point. I made a rule that at this time I will only weigh once a week. I know stalls will come and I know weighing daily will lead to obsessing about the scale. I was good for the first few days, but by Thursday or Friday (days 4 and 5) I knew I had lost some weight and I <i>really</i> wanted to weigh. I ran through the reasons to wait and stayed strong. </div>
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Today was weigh in day. I was really excited to step on the scale. I lost 10.3 lbs. in one week! Which is awesome. Guess what? I stepped off the scale and I was hugely disappointed. I was sure it was going to be more. Y'all, I was disappointed over a 10 pound in a single week loss!!!!! Do you know how crazy that is? How many times would I have paid money for that amount of loss in a month, much less a week? How could I be disappointed? Y'all this is such a mental game. I had to remind myself that this journey is not about a number on the scale, a certain size clothing, etc. It is about being healthier long term. As long as I am following the program the numbers do not matter. </div>
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For those of you following along, I lost 10 lbs. on the pre-op diet and have lost 10.3 in the first week for a total loss to date of 20.3 lbs, in three weeks! </div>
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I have no regrets about my choice to do surgery. So far I feel good. I'm making good choices. I'm meeting my protein and hydration goals for each day. One more week of a liquid diet before I get to purees.</div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-76369502578188854142018-12-24T15:42:00.001-06:002018-12-24T15:42:46.394-06:00EffortWe have many Christmas traditions. Many of which revolve around food. One of which is Christmas cake. I've been making this cake for 21 years. It was on the cover of the December Southern Living the year I got married. It was beautiful and I decided I should try it. It was a hit and a tradition was born.<div>
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Y'all this is a hard cake to frost. It is a red velvet cake with a white frosting. It is very easy to end up with pink and red frosting. That happened today. She was sad. And disappointed. And frustrated. </div>
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But y'all she made a three layer marbled red velvet and white cake with peppermint cream cheese frosting. She did it. She persevered. Is it the most beautiful cake you've ever seen? No. Is it the best Christmas cake you will ever eat? ABSOLUTELY! And you know what? Next year she will do better frosting it than she did this year, and the year after that, even better. I'm proud of her. Not because she made a magazine cover worthy cake but because she went all in and gave it her best effort. And because she did so to allow me to get other things done. </div>
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The cake that will be on the table tonight for six families to enjoy will not just be a cake. It will be the sacrifice of her own time, her caring of others, her hard work, her expectations, her love and a whole lot of hope. And I can tell you now it will be beautiful. And it will taste even better. </div>
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I happened upon this video on Facebook last week and out of curiosity thought I should watch it. My second thought was that I wouldn't be surprised if my oldest was not somewhere in the video. He is in the last 30 seconds.<br />
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After watching the video, I had a bunch of questions. Luckily it wasn't long until The Boy came home and I could get them all answered. Maybe you have some of the same questions I did.<br />
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Were you the only student in the video? Yes<br />
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Were there supposed to be other students in the video? Yes, but none of them showed up<br />
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Why in the world were you in your band uniform? The idea was that students from all kinds of organizations would be in the video and represent their organization by wearing a shirt or uniform.<br />
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Moral of the Story: Always show up? Ask who else is coming before you show up? Either? Both? I guess it all depends on who you are.<br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-76783684496701299552018-12-24T14:59:00.002-06:002018-12-24T14:59:59.537-06:00Pre-Op Diet UpdateIt's been a week today. So far, so good. Remember my surgeon uses a low carb pre-op diet, not a liquid one. I think the hardest meal was when the whole family had pizza and the caesar salad I ordered arrived with zero romaine and all iceberg lettuce. Many of you know that I do <i>not</i> eat iceberg lettuce under any circumstances. Pizza for everyone in the house and iceberg lettuce for me. I chose well and ate the iceberg lettuce. Major accomplishment.<br />
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In other news, this time next week I will be officially on my new journey. Surgery is scheduled for 8:30 on 12/31! <br />
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Merry Christmas Eve. I hope Santa is good to everyone. I'm looking forward to an evening of great fellowship with dear friends and family.<br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-29007878115745075692018-12-19T21:59:00.000-06:002018-12-19T21:59:08.870-06:00Pet Peeve: It's 2018 People!Ok this is really not a big deal in the grand scheme of things but it drives me crazy! Why are we still calling girls' teams Lady Whatever? Why are they not just The Whatevers like the boys' teams? <br />
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Eliza is playing basketball for her middle school. They are The Leopards. One of her uniforms says "Leopards." The other uniform says "Lady Leopards." They boys uniforms don't say "Gentleman Leopards" so why in the world does the girls' team need to have a gender qualifier? If you are at the game and can see, you know they are girls! <br />
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It is 2018! Both genders play sports. Why in the world do we still feel the need for this stupid differentiation? <br />
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The worst team I've run into was the Lady Dawgs. Now lets be honest, what is your first thought when you read that? Yep you are thinking they are The Bitches. They are a 12U Softball team. Who wants their daughter playing on a team with that name? I mean seriously people.<br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-1495913946137295292018-12-18T22:57:00.000-06:002018-12-18T22:57:01.366-06:00Keeping it Real and Not Always about Weight Loss SurgerySunday Michael and I were going to church at two different times. I knew he told me that Rehm was going with him. Charlotte and Ruby had babysat the night before. When they arrived home at 1:00 am Charlotte said she would go whenever I was going and Ruby asked not to be woken up. See where this is going? <br />
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Sunday morning rolls around. Michael leaves before me. I wake Charlotte. We go to church. As were are pulling in the parking lot, I get a call from Eliza. She wants to know why I left her at home!!!!<br />
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Now, home and church are 20 minutes apart on a Sunday morning. It was 9:00 at that point and youth programming starts at 9:30. Math is not in my favor. I inform Rehm of the plan. He is <i>not</i> happy. His small group was going off site for a Christmas celebration and now he was going to be late to that. So I managed to upset half of my kids but they all got where they needed to be and eventually Eliza got over being left.<br />
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Oh, it is also official that I have a new interim job at our church. I am moving from Children and Family Ministry to Student Ministries (Youth- Middle and High School). I will now be the Interim Student Ministries Assistant. I keep joking that it is a step up from the Children's job as my title there was Interim Intern. But it really is a joke as my role will be similar in many respects just with a different age group. I'm thrilled to get the opportunity to continue to work at our church. It is a great place and the staff is amazing. I could not ask for better co-workers.<br />
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In other news, tonight everyone helped me make tamales. This is the first year I've done the whole process on my own. I usually go to a friend's house to roll tamales and she provides the red sauce and the masa mixture. But we did it! I made my own red sauce and all. I think we made 9 dozen total. We have beef, pork and bean this year. That means we are ready for Christmas Eve. And now my family has seen the whole process too. Meaning this can be an ongoing tradition for the Maniacs! That makes me happy.<br />
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JennJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-12571641801733789492018-12-17T10:19:00.000-06:002018-12-17T10:19:28.848-06:00And So It BeginsToday marks the start of my pre-op diet. Many surgeons have patients do a 2 week liquid diet prior to surgery. My surgeon is not one of them. I am very thankful. My pre-op diet is very low carb but real food, except for the last day. That day is a clear liquid diet to ensure the stomach is empty at surgery. <br />
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The goal of the pre-op diet is to shrink the liver to make the surgery easier on the surgeon. The liver has to be lifted out of the way to get to the stomach. Overweight patients tend to have fatty livers. The pre-op diet is designed to shrink the liver approximately 15%, thus making getting around it easier.<br />
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The last week or so, I've know that the pre-op diet was coming followed by surgery. I have been having my last hurrah with all of my favorite foods that will not be on my plate in the future. I expected to really enjoy these meals, and some of them I really have. But some of them have not been anywhere as delicious as I was expecting them to be. I'm not sure if it is my mind make an shift or what. I'm grateful though. As it has made this next phase easier to enter. <br />
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What was my last meal? A PDQ Pimento Crunch sandwich and fries. It was delicious. I enjoyed the time with Ruby more than the food. I love getting one on one time with each of my kids. We had errands to run and it was dinner time so we had a dinner date. It was lovely.<br />
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There have been some interesting conversations with my girls in the last week, the boy has been completely uninterested, I would even say oblivious. But that is not surprising at all. I've been open and honest with them about this procedure and my feelings surrounding it One of my concerns from the beginning is how my doing this procedure will affect them. I do not want to cause them diet or body issues. That has always been a goal of mine and I'm sure I've already failed. <br />
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I've always tried to talk about health, different body styles, embracing the body we have, taking care of the body we have, controlling what is in our control and accepting what is beyond it. All of these themes continue. I am honest with them about my faults - I'm an emotional eater, I eat more than I should, and I don't move my body. I'm honest with them about my reasons for doing this surgery and my fears that I'll manage to screw it up. We've talked about the fact that there will be some really rough days post surgery where I will probably wish I had never done it. And we've talked about all my important reasons for doing the surgery.<br />
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I pray I am handling this well with them. I so want them to love their bodies. I know it is so hard for girls to do. I want them to see how uniquely, beautifully, and perfectly made they are. I want them to have confidence in themselves, to love themselves, to give themselves grace. <br />
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If you see me this week and I'm a little less peppy. Just know I just broke up with my life long love - food. It's going to be a rocky breakup. I chose it, but I will still miss the relationship and mourn it. It is going to take some time to get to my new healthy relationship with myself that will ultimately replace the destructive one I had with my longtime love. I'm on the right path. <br />
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Everyone has a different "why." And I'm writing about this not to justify it for anyone else but so I have my "why" written down somewhere. I honestly don't need anyone reading to understand or to agree with me, but if you want some insight on how I got here feel free to keep reading.</div>
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I have never been thin in my life. EVER. And honestly, that is not my goal now. I have always been the big one in the group from elementary school on. Part of that is definitely genetics. I look like most of the women on one side of the family. We are naturally curvy with a larger butts, hips and thighs and no boobs to speak of, even when we are at a healthy weight. When I am not at a healthy weight I am just, well, big. </div>
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I came to appreciate my curves in my 30s and accept the genetic body I was given. I got to and maintained a healthy weight and size for me multiple times through that decade. That was the decade I actually liked my body. Curves are good. </div>
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I can lose weight and I can even maintain it for a period of time. I've done this many times over my adult life. However, something always comes along and derails me. Yes, that something is ultimately me and how I deal with stress and crisis and change. And I know I still have to do a better job of that going forward. </div>
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I know that weight loss surgery is not a cure all. It is a tool. I can succeed or I can fail. I am fully aware. And it terrifies me that I will fail. I also know that it is currently the best tool I have to maintain weight loss and not be back where I started a year, two years or five years from now. </div>
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I know many people have many opinions about weight loss surgery. Not everyone will think it is a great idea for me. I ask that you support my journey and trust that I have done the research and the work to know what I'm getting into and what all it entails. This was not a hasty decision. It might seem that way to many who are just now hearing about it. Just because you haven't heard about it until now doesn't mean it hasn't been in the works for months and honestly researched for multiple years. This is the decision I feel is best for me. That doesn't mean it is the best for everyone or that there aren't other ways to achieve a healthier body. Trust me, I'm aware. We all have to choose what is best for us individually. Please respect my decision. </div>
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I know, I'm already long winded. But why am I doing this? Well, I'm obese. I've always been overweight but for the last 6ish years I've well surpassed overweight and hit full on obese. And it has affected my health. I have sleep apnea, high triglycerides, and weird headaches. I have family history of heart disease, diabetes, cancer, and high blood pressure. I want to be around a long time. The absolute best thing I can do to decrease my current health issues and prevent the others is lose weight. Did I mention how much I despise the cpap machine? I can not wait to kick it permanently to the curb.</div>
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I am worth the effort, work, blood, sweat and tears that I am putting into this next chapter of my journey with knowing and loving myself. Is it going to be hard? Yes. Am I going to wonder at times if I did the right thing? Yes. Is it drastic? Maybe, but honestly probably not at this point. I need to be healthy, for me, for my husband, for my kids. This is the first step in the journey of getting back to a healthy me. </div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-40965204314870931632018-12-14T11:30:00.000-06:002018-12-14T11:30:28.258-06:00New ChapterIts been a long time. I miss blogging. Its always been my sanity. I stopped mostly because my kids asked me to. They did not want their antics available to the public. I understood that and needed to respect that. <br />
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There were a few downsides to not blogging though. The biggest is not having the family history documented. Even the kids regret this part. The other is not having a place to process and work through my issues. Writing really is how I best keep my emotional sanity. And a journal just doesn't cut it for me. <br />
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Life is to a point that I need to be writing again. I am starting a new chapter and in true Jennifer fashion I feel the need to let it all hang out. My hope is it will help me personally but it might also be helpful to others on the same journey. No, I don't think I'm all that. But, I know I am not one to only talk about the positives or to show life only in the social media "best light." I'm hoping by chronicling this chapter honestly it will be useful. <br />
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You are probably wondering what I'm talking about. I'm having weight loss surgery, specifically gastric sleeve, on December 31. I'm excited and terrified all at the same time. It has been a long road to get to this point and I'm sure I'll get into that at some point. But for now, that's the news - Weight loss surgery on New Year's Eve. <br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-22490808874198389342018-12-13T11:35:00.000-06:002018-12-14T11:37:52.497-06:00Blog Bio from May 2016I'm updating the blog bio for all of us, but after reading through the current one I decided I should post this one so that it did not get permanently lost. Here it is:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">This is what happens when two math geeks marry and have four kids!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jenn</span><br />I am a stay at home mom. I love to quilt, sew, craft, blog and read. Sometimes I love to cook, sometimes I hate it, mostly because no one will help with menu planning but everyone complains about what I serve. I hate doing laundry and dishes. I love a good novel, but am not much of a non-fiction or literature reader . I love animals and rescue. In addition to our four two-legged kids, we also have three four-legged kids, plus an extra long term four-legged guest. Having a foster dog or two is not that unusual for us as I am a sucker for an animal in need. I love my kids and being a mom, except for when I want to run away from it all. In my next life I would like a clean house.<br /><br /><b>Michael</b><br />Our crazy leader. He loves all things Texas A&M (whoop!), college football, good beer, coaching kids sports, and his family. He even loves his wife enough to put up with all her crazy ideas, pets, and foster pets.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sam</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">-I-Am</span><br />Our firstborn Samuel Frank who died at birth in 1999. He was our gorgeous, curly, red-headed baby boy. He may not be with us on earth but he is still a big part of our family. We miss every day and love him very much.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Le President</span><br />Our oldest son Rehm. He is my walking encyclopedia. He loves politics, band, scouts, friends, school, learning, debating, leadership, and being right about </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">everything</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">, even when he's not. We affectionately call him Captain Oblivious because if there is something happening that he is not the center of he is completely clueless. He is currently binge watching The West Wing and mad that we didn't clue him in to the show ages ago. He only likes to read non-fiction, which I really don't understand.</span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Latte</span><br />Our oldest daughter. She is the most empathetic girl I know. She loves school, swim, dancing (even though she doesn't take lessons but will be part of the middle school team in the fall), performing, and all things social. She is loud and dramatic, mostly in a good way. She hates riding long distances in the car. She is as stubborn as her mother, especially when dealing with her mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rubylicious</span><br />Our feisty second daughter. She is very dramatic. Her world is one of extremes. There is never any doubt about how Ruby feels about something or someone. She loves gymnastics, reading, friends, arts and crafts, making a mess, and her pets. Ruby is currently reading the Beverly Cleary Ramona series and the Junie B. Jones books.<div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-46644511148793159892017-01-21T22:11:00.001-06:002017-01-21T22:11:50.009-06:00Maybe We Are Doing this Parenting Thing AlrightHere is a Facebook post from Rehm, posted today:<div><br></div><div><div>"As I have been reflecting on the inauguration and what was said I saw something in the news that made me grateful to be in this country. It was the fact that in The Gambia, on the same day as the inauguration, a coalition of West African nations invaded. Why? Because the incumbent president who lost an election seen as free and open, had refused to step down. It took an invasion for democracy to work there.</div><div>Here we saw the outgoing president have tea with the incoming president. We saw the outgoing president ride with the incoming to the inauguration. We saw them shake hands after the oath of office was given.</div><div>We should not discount the peaceful transfer of power we have here in America, because there are a lot of people who can only dream about that happening on their nation."</div></div><div><br></div><div>I had no idea he had written it until I happened upon it in my news feed. He has always loved politics, from the time he was tiny. I guess he gets that from his Dad. I definitely was not aware at his age. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm glad to see that regardless of who is in office he sees how amazing our system is. </div><div><br></div><div>Feeling proud, </div><div>Jenn</div><div><br></div>Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-38864392489255776422017-01-20T10:40:00.003-06:002017-01-20T10:40:46.647-06:00First ImpressionsMy kids keep telling me I need to get back to blogging. So here I am. I do really miss it. <br />
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Charlotte is getting a new Language Arts teacher. Yesterday the new teacher was in the class observing/getting to know the class. <br />
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My beautiful, intelligent daughter made an awesome first impression. She had to ask to leave class to go to the nurse. Did she have some illness? No. She had managed to get part of her headphone stuck in her ear! Somehow, when she pulled our the headphone, part of it stayed in her ear and she could not get it out with her fingers. She had to go get the nurse to get it out with tweezers. <br />
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Of course, Charlotte did not share this story with us until 10:30 last night. And she didn't start with "I had to go to the nurse to get something removed from my ear." No, my girl started with "Oh, I need new headphones, mine are broken." Only then did the rest of the story emerge. There is never a dull moment with her. Ever.<br />
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JennJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-59193233451071546592016-08-07T08:49:00.000-05:002016-08-07T08:49:03.601-05:00A Fun RewardRuby has been working very hard in gymnastics. She recently got her front hip circle on the bar. I would tell you what that is but I can't. I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, it was a big deal and she was very excited and proud, as she should be. She asked if we could go to Bahama Bucks as a reward. I was happy to oblige.<br />
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We don't got to Bahama Bucks often but we all enjoy it when we do. If you aren't familiar with it, they sell snow cones. I like it because their birthday cake snow cone with chocolate drizzle tastes very similar to snow creme. Given I live somewhere it <i>never </i>snows, it is awesome to get a taste of snow creme occasionally. <br />
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It seems to take a while for the snow cones to be made. I guess because they have to shave enough ice off of a giant block of ice to make it and even with a machine, it just isn't quick. Bahama Bucks has several games you can play while you wait for your order and while you are eating. My family loves this. We always have the best family time.<br />
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-91760381568338521002016-08-05T09:23:00.001-05:002016-08-05T09:23:34.223-05:00Shoe Shopping ObservationsI took the bigs to get their back to school sneakers this week. Rehm started band camp this week and Charlotte has dance team camp next week. I always wait until the last minute to do this shopping to make sure their feet are as big as possible, hoping they will be able to wear them a little bit longer before I have to replace them. <br />
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This is why I have not taken the littles yet. I'll take them in about two weeks. It is driving them crazy that their siblings have gotten new shoes and they have not. Tough! Your feet might grow in that two weeks. And the way Eliza Claire has been growing lately that is a very real possibility<br />
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Anyway, it is hilarious how differently my son and daughter shop for shoes. Each was given a $50 budget. Anything over that comes out of their own money. In the time it took Charlotte and I to run to the restroom and measure her foot, Rehm had picked out shoes. Not only did he have shoes, he had found a pair of his favorite brand that were originally $90 on sale for $40. My guess is this is the only pair he even tried on. He asked if he could get some new socks. Since he was under budget I said yes. He grabbed those and was done. Bam!<br />
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Charlotte. Had to look at every shoe in the store. Try on a half a dozen pairs. Realize she needed a whole size bigger. Have a minor melt down because she did not want shoes that size (a 10). Her brother thought this was completely ridiculous. Come to terms with her new shoe size. Try on several more pairs. Debate a bit. Pick a pair. At least they were in her budget. But she had to buy her socks she decided she needed with her own money.<br />
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By the time we left Rehm was beyond annoyed. Part of that was because he had to sit around Academy for an extra 30ish minutes and part was because he was exhausted from day 1 of band camp. I keep reminding him these experiences will make him a good husband one day. Or they will make him decide to never get married. Either way. He will know what it is like to live with a girl and know what he's getting himself into. <br />
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And once Charlotte had picked out shoes she was bubbly and super talkative and in the best mood ever! I thought her brother was going to come unglued before we made it home. <br />
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The one problem with INBs is they get huge and take a beating. It is very important to have a really good five subject notebook. Otherwise, your kid will spend half the year trying to tape theirs back together. <br />
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My kids started using the Mead Five Star Advanced line of 5 subject notebooks when my oldest went to middle school for all their INBs. These notebooks hold up for the entire year without breaking a sweat. They are the best notebook ever! I'm serious. What makes them so much better than the rest of the spiral notebooks? Two things, vinyl on the front <i>and </i> back and a cloth cover over they wire spiral. <br />
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Now having said all that, they aren't cheap. They are typically about $8 each. And...they can be a bit hard to find. You have to know where to look at each store for them and be a bit persistent until you find them. In fact, throughout the year when I happen to be in the office supply section of any box store if I see one of these babies I grab it and stash it for the next school year. <br />
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You can find the Mead Five Star Advanced Five Subject Notebooks at Target and Walmart, I know. Sometimes they are in the special school supply section and sometimes they are over with the regular school and office supplies. Wherever they are they will have maybe a half a dozen of them if you are lucky and they will be hiding near the rest of the other spiral bound notebooks. Amazon does have them but they are double the price so don't even bother. Oh, on the Target website it will tell you if your local store has them and what aisle they are on. According to the website all of the Targets near us currently have them in stock.<br />
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I'm telling you, run, don't walk and buy these precious guys now! You will be sad if you don't. I currently have six of them in my stash. I have no idea how many my kids will need this year, but I'm ready. And yes, I waited to post this until I had all I needed. I didn't want there to be a rush on them and not be able to find them. I kid, kindof.<br />
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Mom, I have not forgotten that I need to send these to you. I have not been anywhere to get a flash drive. Will hopefully do that this weekend.<br />
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I think there are two more 30 Days of Mayhem posts (I found pictures of things I haven't posted yet) then I really am done.<br />
JennJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-43138289741502471952016-07-28T20:48:00.000-05:002016-07-28T20:48:00.643-05:00The Tacky Tourist PictureMy dear, wonderful husband may have rolled his eyes when he <strike>caught</strike> saw me purchasing this family picture at the NC Aquarium. I knew he would but I wanted it as a memory of our crazy 30 Days of Mayhem. I paid the extra $5 to have both the digital and printed copies of the photos. This might just be the tackiest of the bunch but I love it!<br />
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I bought these pictures so that I could put one in a frame somewhere in our house as it has all six of us in it. We don't get a lot of pictures of all six of us. All four of the kids, sure. The kids and Michael, sure. Occasionally me and the kids. But I'm usually the one behind the camera or the one shying away from having my photo taken. I want to remember being silly and having fun with my kids. And I want them to remember me doing those things as well. <br />
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When I looked at this picture today, I realized that it told an even bigger travel picture than being part of 30 Days of Mayhem. Michael is wearing a Camel City Goods t-shirt. I bought it last November when I was in Winston-Salem (Camel City) before heading off to quilt retreat with my mom. For those of you who don't know, Winston-Salem is Camel City as it is the home of RJ Reynolds Tobacco Company - the maker of Camel Cigarettes. I grew up on a tobacco farm and both my parents worked and retired from Reynolds - I even worked there a summer. We won't get into a smoking debate, we will just notice that this is nostalgic for me. Rehm is wearing one of his uniform shirts from his trip to Sea Base in the Bahamas with his Boy Scout troop. Ruby is sporting the 30 Days of Mayhem trip shirt, she might be my favorite child for that. Charlotte is wearing her Hamilton t-shirt that she bought in NYC a block from the theater. It represents the trip but also something she is currently passionate about. Eliza Claire is wearing a Mickey shirt that I made for our 2015 trip to Disney World. Another great family trip with lots of family bonding and good memories. Then there's me. I just wanted to be comfortable.<br />
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So yeah, it is a tacky touristy over priced picture, but when I look at it, I hear a story that weaves through the years and interest of my family. And well its just funny because its tacky.<br />
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Yes, I will eventually quit writing about this crazy trip of ours, but I make no promises on when,<br />
Jenn<br />
<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-32826547339157638252016-07-28T12:35:00.001-05:002016-07-28T12:35:34.974-05:0030 Days of Mayhem: RetrospectiveSo we've had a bit of time to get away from each other. Yes, we have spent a lot of time in our own rooms or at least in different rooms. I, for one, have spent more time than usual in my room with the door closed. I'll blame the door being closed on Ramona. She likes to chase the cats. Its just easier to keep them separated. <br />
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My house is a disaster, still. I think most of the suitcases have been unpacked. They might have all been unpacked at this point, I honestly don't know. The cooking box is still sitting on the dining room table as I haven't wanted to tackle it. I really just don't know where many of those items are going to go and have not wanted to figure it out yet. And then there is the stack of mail. I have not been through all of it yet. Bad, I know. Good thing all the bills are paid electronically. <br />
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Now for the fun stuff.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 20.79px;"><b>Charlotte:</b> NYC. (She didn't tell me more because she is telling me by text but she liked it best because there is so much Alexander Hamilton history there and because she got to see the theater where it is playing.) </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 20.79px;"><b>Jenn: </b>Connecticut. I would love to go back there and spend a couple of weeks. What a lovely state with beautiful scenery. And our hosts, were the best! Thanks Beth, Chuck and Andy. If I went back, I would want to do some day trips or mini trips to Boston, Vermont and Maine. Niagara Falls, again gorgeous. I love nature. It was just mind boggling to watch. Pine Knoll Shores. Nature again. My most favorite place on earth. If I could live anywhere, it would be PKS.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , "tahoma" , "helvetica" , "freesans" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 20.79px;"><b>Rehm: </b>Nashville. I didn't think it was as interesting as everywhere else. </span></span></div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-67358703047330813072016-07-26T14:15:00.000-05:002016-07-26T14:15:30.996-05:00What is it They Say about Necessity and Invention?Maybe in my case today it wasn't so much necessity as laziness. I'll go with necessity and thinking outside the box though. <br />
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I have been working since we got home from 30 Days of Mayhem to get the new to me car titled and registered in Texas. Today, I finally had all the documents and signatures needed to make it happen. About the time I walked in the Tax Assessors office it occurred to me that I planned to mail the NC plates currently on the car back to my mom on my way home. I did not bring a screw driver along to change said plates. I decided to have a Scarlet moment and worry about it once I had the plates in my hand as I half expected to find out there was some hoop I had not jumped through that would prevent me from getting them today. <br />
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I only had to wait about 15 minutes to see the nice lady who could grant my wish of making my car a Texan. Shockingly, I had everything needed and I walked out with Texas plates. I still had no screw driver. I stood in the parking lot and debated my options, for all of about 15 seconds. I could drive home, change the plates and drive back to the post office that is maybe a half a mile from where I was currently standing. I could run in the drug store across the street an buy a cheap screw driver that I would never use again. I could go to the post office and hope I could use a coin or key to get the plates changed. I chose option three. <br />
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You get lots of comments, offers of help and strange looks when you sit on the ground in a dress in the parking lot at the post office changing license plates on your car with a quarter. I did have multiple people ask if I needed help. I'll choose to believe they meant with changing the plates and not mental help. The good news is it worked! The NC plates are now on their way back to, well NC. They should even arrive a couple of days before they expire at the end of the month. <br />
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Jenn - the ImproviserJennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-63305639161126071752016-07-25T21:28:00.003-05:002016-07-25T21:28:45.752-05:00Movie Day with the KidsToday I took the kiddos to see Finding Dori. We don't have Charlotte with us this week. She is at the beach with friends of ours, helping out with their daughter. I know she is having a blast. I'm starting to miss her. I felt a bit guilty for going to see the movie without her. Then I realized she was at the beach without us and got over my guilt. <br />
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All four of us loved the movie. It was especially awesome to watch my oldest enjoy the movie. He likes to act like he is too old for things like Disney/Pixar movies these days but he laughed his way through the whole movie. <br />
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I remember taking him to see Finding Nemo. I'm thinking it was his first Disney movie in the theater. I was very pregnant with Charlotte at the time. Michael and I both accompanied him to see it. I was in that stage where I was feeling very guilty about impending arrival of his sibling (we did not know her gender at that point - we wanted to be surprised). I was realizing how many things were not going to revolve around my cute, chubby, blond, blue-eyed baby boy. He was so excited about the baby in Mommy's tummy and blissfully unaware. He loved the movie. He has always loved everything about the ocean. When it was over we went directly to the Disney store and bought him a Finding Nemo lunch box and matching back pack for preschool. I don' t think they were even on sale yet! Yep! Total guilt. It made me feel a tiny bit better about rocking his world.<br />
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Today, we did not buy him or even his sisters Finding Dori school supplies, but we did enjoy the movie and I loved the memories that came with it. <br />
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I was just looking for some pictures of toddler Rehm to add to the post. My Winkflash account is completely and totally empty! I have all of the pictures on a thumb drive somewhere and maybe a external harddrive but Winkflash wasn't supposed to delete photos and they did. Ugh! Oh well. I guess toddler Rehm pictures will have to wait. And I guess that means when I get them uploaded again I need to print them somewhere to be on the safe side. You know, I really needed another thing to add to my to do list. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! For the time being you'll just have to believe me that he was really cute.<br />
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<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-36682290010500201802016-07-16T22:36:00.000-05:002016-07-16T22:36:00.220-05:00Day 30 of 30 Days of Mayhem: Trip HomeFirst and foremost, the math geeks didn't count their days properly and technically there will be 31 Days of Mayhem since we don't arrive home until tomorrow. I can already tell you which of my friends and family will have something to say about the miscount. I'm not sure how much I count today and tomorrow as they are just straight up travel days with no sight seeing. But they count as you have to have them to get home. At least one of of my kids has wished that we had a teleporter to get us home as the two full days of driving are not anyone's favorite. At least they are at the end of the trip and were preceded by a week at the beach. It makes it easier to stomach.<br />
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We are going home in two cars instead of one. Mom purchased a new car. She's talked about it for a while. I didn't think she was actually going to do it. I thought she would talk about it a while longer but she did. It is a cute cross over that she has named Ruby as it is red. So we are now the proud owners of a 2001 (?) PT Cruiser. Of course, that means getting the Cruiser to Texas, which means two drivers, which means Michael was not the only one with a long day of driving today. We split into a boy car and girl car today. <br />
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It was amazing how much less drama there was with everyone having more room in the car. Eliza Claire took the back row, Ruby the middle, and Charlotte rode shotgun. I expected Charlotte to get bored at some point. She did nap for a couple of hours, I think through South Carolina, otherwise she did a great job of keeping me company and getting things when needed. She got very tired of my constant requests for chapstick, or lip balm as Ruby calls it. I'm pretty sure my lips are sunburned. They hurt! I was applying chapstick at least every 30 minutes, when Charlotte was awake. <br />
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We listened to the entire Hamilton soundtrack. I asked lots of questions. Charlotte patiently answered all of them, even the ones I know I've asked before. We also discussed George Washington at length as she is currently reading his almost 1000 page biography! We talked about some of the inappropriate lyrics and topics in Hamilton (cuss words, affairs). We did a bit of a retrospective of 30 Days of Mayhem.<br />
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<li>What was your least favorite place?</li>
<li>What is something unexpected you liked about the trip?</li>
<li>What was your favorite thing about the trip?</li>
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I was dreading the drive today but it really was not bad. Here's hoping tomorrow goes as smoothly as today. </div>
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States visited so far: 19, I think. Even with the map out I'm not sure I've counted right.</div>
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I'm off to get some sleep before our 11+ hour drive tomorrow. Here's hoping we get a nice early start. </div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-2339617762333992272016-07-15T10:42:00.002-05:002016-07-15T10:42:30.981-05:00Day 29 of 30 Days of Mayhem: Still at the BeachWow! How is it already Day 29? I'm not ready for 30 Days of Mayhem to be over. What at the onset seemed like a crazy, undoable, insane plan is coming to an end and I'm not ready. I guess that means it was a good vacation and planned well. If we were ready for it to end it would be a bad thing.<div>
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I'm sure I'll write more later but right now I'm going to head outside and enjoy our last day at my favorite place on earth with my favorite people on earth. <br /><br />Jenn</div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05403749388142465506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044364.post-34146343366024836912016-07-08T11:16:00.000-05:002016-07-08T11:16:18.389-05:00I Don't Know What to Say or How to HelpY'all I am just sick and heartbroken at what is going on in our country. I do not understand. It is not OK that African American men keep getting killed by police officers. Its not OK that minorities are stopped more and treated differently during those stops. Its not OK that when charged with the same crimes that minorities get stiffer sentences. It is not OK! Its not! What do we do? What do I do as a white woman raising white children? How can I be part of the solution, not part of the problem?<br />
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My heart is heavy and it hurts. I have tried to raise my children to know that everyone is equal, that race, skin color, sexual orientation do not matter or change a person in any way. But it is not enough. It was a start, but it is not enough. So I'm reaching out, I'm asking the question. How do we do better? How do we make change? How do we stop the violence? How can we all come together and help each other?<br />
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