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A Crazy Wonderful Week
Well. Family Camp. It was amazing. And not just because I had low expectations. I just didn’t
expect this
all week long!
And while I would love to delight you with all 400 photos, I must save some of my vacation splendor for the little Sizzlin’ Summer Vacation Spectacle that I’m hosting on August 29th. You can read all about the giveaway-linky-frenzy, here. You don’t want to miss it!
I will say, it was one high
after another
While the kids ran amuck with their counselors at Family Camp, the parents participated in an amazing parenting conference, focusing on raising great kids.
Umm, yeah . . . we completely needed it! (I’ll be sharing some of the fabulous parenting tips I learned later next month)!
I thought I would share the two parts of Family Camp I mentioned the other day: the theme nights and the talent show.
Theme Nights:
THAT family disguised themselves into various characters for the evening.
It was scary.
This woman looks familiar, but she’s a real enigma.

Sixties Night (I’m so glad we didn’t listen to my son who thought it was sexy night!)
Aren’t we groovy?
THAT family entered the talent show, but we forgot the peanut butter (much to hubby’s relief) for our family’s disgusting skit.
God is good.
So, we created a magic ‘enlarging machine’ thanks to reader, Wendy M. for the idea.
What happens when you throw a rag in? . . . . you get a towel!
What happens when you put in some coins? . . . . you get a $5 bill!
What happens when you spit into the machine? Ask the front row, who were doused with a water gun!

And this is what happens when you throw a toy baby doll in the machine hidden behind the curtain! You get a live one . . .

Who discovered a new love for all things sticky! Hey, it was her vacation too!

THAT family came home dirty, tired and committed to one another.
We even had time to be alone and reconnect! (My new favorite picture because we were on a boat, watching the sun set! I’m telling ya’ll this camp was something else!) Notice how many times I’ve used !!! in this post?

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. If you want to experience a trip of a lifetime and grow closer to God as a family, this is for you! I don’t think I’ve ever been served in a greater capacity, laughed more or challenged greater. We also met some amazing families.
Make plans to link up at the Sizzlin Summer Vacation Spectacle and you’ll see what other kind of fun was had by THAT family!
P.S. I’m happy to report that we did not make ONE visit to the ER during our week at Family Camp. We only had to seek out the camp nurse for bug bites, a blister, a sore throat and my son’s bleeding gums from the tooth he lost. We did map out the nearest major medical center, because I like to be prepared. I’m just sayin’.
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THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 2
1.What’s your blog about? My blog is about my life with 3.5 year old twins, a 10 month old baby, my husband, and everything that goes on around me. (I tend to leave my work life out of it though…) I initially started it as a way to write things down because I’m terrible at keeping a journal updated, but I’ve found that it’s pretty therapeutic.
2. How long have you been blogging?
3. How would you define THAT family?
4. When did you become a part of THAT family?
5. Where can we find your blogging home?
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Are You Happy?
We live in a beautiful world that God created.
- Priority is placed on the primary relationship
- Respect for children
- Time spent together
- Regular family meetings
- Open and honest communication
- Showing appreciation
- A spiritual focus
Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-The Fun Run
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Viewing My Life Thru Blog-Colored Glasses
I love being a Mom.
It is the one thing I’ve always wanted to be.
I love knowing that The God of the Universe created me to be the mother of my children. And even though I am not worthy, I am.
But a couple of months after my third child was born, something happened deep within me.
I realized that being a mom wasn’t enough.
It shocked me too.
I think at first, I thought the feeling came from postpartum blues or from my baby’s difficult birth. But one thought kept playing itself over in my brain, I need something for me.
I remember the first time I spoke those words out loud. My sweet hubby suggested a pedicure. No. Deeper, more, meaningful. Okay, a writing conference? Mr. fix-it knew my deep desire to write and my frustration with no one willing to give me a chance. But that wasn’t it either.
And then I got busy with life, and the words, although still present, quieted to a whisper.
I started my blog when my baby was 9 months old.
I had no idea it would be the answer to the question.
Now, nearly a year later, I view my life thru blog-colored glasses.
Blogging has turned me inside out. It has fulfilled my need to write, yes, but even more, it is has quenched the thirst to have something for me.
It is mine.
And I have learned so much about me. I have discovered an innate desire to encourage. It has always been there, but I thrive on helping people view their life more positively, while they are changing diapers or tackling clutter.
Blogging has also helped me to capture the fleeting moments. For years, I’ve neglected writing things down, but now in doing so, I have seared them into my heart and mind forever.
Many people view blogs as vanity on parade. And I can understand why. Since vanity loves company, I’m glad I have all of you. One of my favorite parts of blogging is the creativity that has been birthed. I think my creative hemisphere has grown immensely and made my head is bigger. Really.
It has also taught me to laugh. And to look for the humor! A year ago, I remember a friend of a friend commenting on my family’s frequent visit to the ER. I was offended. I mean, how rude to actually mention the truth.
But I’ve learned to laugh at myself and that’s been the biggest lesson of all!
Oh, and while I do not hope for mayhem, or encourage disaster, my senses have been sharpened to them.
Because seriously? A post about my hubby smearing peanut butter in his armpits at a family talent show, is just too good to forget. Tune in, I’ll tell you all about next week. And there will be pictures. Oh! Goody!
And my life? It looks like roses thru those blog-colored glasses.
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And This Is Where You Lose Respect For Me
- Where do you see yourself in 10 years? In 10 years I will be 45. Give me a moment because suddenly I’m feeling a crik (southern talk for ache) in my back. Thank you. In 10 years, we will be living on some land in an old home outside of Texas. I will be writing up a storm and my mantle will be lined with autographed copies of my first book. Because I am that vain. We will also be preparing for my first born’s high school graduation. Excuse me while I go stunt her growth.
- Were you born in Texas? Born and raised and then my hubby and I lived in Arkansas, New Mexico and Florida. We love Texas, but land is expensive here, so there might come a day . . .
- What does your back yard look like? I am so glad you didn’t ask me this pre-stimulus check. We just did a major overhaul. Because sinkholes are not my friend and I didn’t want to breed mosquitos for a living anymore. You can read way more than you want to right here. And there are pictures, lots of pictures, oooh, you are so lucky! Aren’t you glad you stayed?
- Does your car stay clean? I think this question is just mean. You can read about what can be found in my car on any given day here. (This is probably the point you lose the rest of the respect you had for me).
- What’s the update on the squirrels? I don’t want to talk about it. Okay, if you insist. They have taken over. Please help us. I’m talking out of the side of my mouth so the squirrel that is holding a gun-shaped nut to my temple won’t hear me. Thanks for asking.
- What two colors would you paint your toes for the rest of your life? I’m not certified to paint my own toes. And I like French Manicures. So, those colors.
- What are some of your favorite books? For years, I devoured Historical Christian Fiction like Brock & Bodie Thoene’s series and Lori Wick. Lately, I’ve been into Jodi Piccoult. I loved The Plain Truth. I’m in a neighborhood book club that exposes me to things I wouldn’t normally pick up. Right now, I’m reading The Shack. I’m pretty sure it’s going to change my life.
- What is the most annoying thing about being a mom? The laundry. Oh, and the waiting in car lines, doctor’s offices, etc. I’m not a good waiter. And I can’t leave out, looking for ticks in the privates. Just keeping it real.
- What’s your favorite dinner? The one that’s cooked FOR me.
- What’s your favorite ice cream? Blue Bell. Any flavor. It’s the best ice cream in the country. Don’t even argue with me about that.
- How does McDonald’s sweet tea compare to Southern? This question made me weep. I have puffy eyes and a heavy heart. It does not compare. Be good to yourself and try this.
- What things do you say to your kids that your mom said to you? Ask your father. Because I said so. Don’t wipe your boogers on your clothes.
- What are two things you can’t live without?(besides family) Total carnal answer here: my macbook and my iphone. I’m an Apple girl, through and through.
- What is the meaning of life? This link will take you to the best answer for this question. It’s long, but powerful and I fully believe it.
- What is your ‘come to Jesus’ story? I love this question! And since I don’t want to mix it in with the above nonsense, I think I’ll save it for it’s own post!
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The Games Children Play
The other day as I was cooking (a.k.a. heating and stirring), my older kids sat at the kitchen table playing a word game.
THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 1
2. How long have you been blogging?
You can find my blog at http://findingbeautyinmosteveryday.blogspot.com I know my url doesn’t match my blog name and it drives me crazy, but I am reluctant to change it for fear no one will find me!
Thanks for pulling all of THOSE families together!


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My Life is a Theme Night
So next week is Family Camp.
Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Before the ‘Fro
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A Place to Stick It
I love organizing paraphernalia. (I also like that word).










How the Other Half Live
Jealous?

What is the Meaning of Life & What Color are My Toes Painted?
Answers PART I
You guys asked some great questions last week. I’m going to tackle the blogging questions today and will work on the personal questions later.
Because I’ve got to paint my toes to figure out the meaning of life (two personal questions I received).
A French Pedicure is my favorite.
Yes, I am that glamorous. I’m also answering your questions in paragraph form. Because I like to complicate things.
A complicated, fancy girl with a french pedicure trying to figure out the meaning of life.
The end.
A few technical blogging questions popped up in the midst of all those inquiring minds. I’ll just admit right now that I am the LEAST qualified person to give technical advice. I think this has been my greatest blogging challenge. I need a manual. It’s been trial and error. Lots of error.
And, I’ve emailed perfect bloggy strangers and they have been helpful. And I probably gave them a good laugh. Because ignorance of my magnitude is funny. And so, I hope this also answers the question about my plans to move my blog. I’d love to move it to Word Press one day. But my fears are real and I come from a long line of over-reactors.
I stumbled into blogging less than a year ago. I had read very few mom blogs at the time and was looking for a writing outlet. I invited extended friends and family to read my little stories. I don’t regret this, but if I knew then what I know now, I probably wouldn’t have actually sent an invitation. So, it’s not anonymous, but the majority of my local friends don’t know about my blog. And no one has ever said, “Hey, aren’t you THAT family?” Although plenty of people have thought it. I’m sure.
And when extended friends and family do bring up the blog? It’s actually embarrassing. Last week at my hubby’s family reunion, I had second and third cousins by marriage bringing up my Rear View.
Seriously.
I find that I’m much more comfortable with perfect strangers knowing about my White Trash moments than my neighbors. But, my hubby and kids and parents enjoy the stories and we like to laugh at ourselves. (My mother-in-law doesn’t have the Internet, but has her daughter read my posts to her). Good thing, huh? Because being nekid at VBS is hilarious. Once your back home.
My kids even say occasionally, “That would be great on your blog, Mom!” And of course, I can’t use it because tape recorded toots are just tacky. Plain and simple.
As for “off-limit topics?” I have many. I don’t like to vent or rant about other people on my blog. I try to keep it positive and only exploit those who live with me. (Although the family reunion was fertile soil for some brilliant posts. You’ll just have to trust me on that one). I also don’t use my kids’ names or give our exact location. I don’t cuss (in real life either, all those years living with a Pastor, I guess). And I do keep some things to myself. I think they call it privacy and we need just a dab of it. I do give out my email address and gladly accept gifts. Thanks for asking
I also answer every email sent my way.
I loved the question, “How do you write funny stuff? Can you come make my life funny?” I don’t think my life is any funnier than anyone else’s. I think it’s just perspective. Because believe me, in those moments, I am not laughing. The line between hysteria and hysterical is very fine, my friends!
I love order and organization and so does my blog. When I first began, I would sit down, jot down whatever I could think of and hit publish. I discovered two things right away: I wasn’t very funny and I had a lot of typos. I keep a little file on my computer and a notepad in my purse and I write down EVERYTHING that makes me laugh, even if it’s just one line. I have dozens and dozens of ideas that may or may not become posts. I write a post and then let it simmer for a day or two. I reread it and add a few things and edit it. This works for me.
My passion is writing, so that makes that part of blogging easy for me. I truly enjoy it and I feel such relief when I get a story on paper.
The goals I have for my blog are evolving. I’m still relatively new to all of this but I’d love to attend a blogging conference and meet other addicted dedicated bloggers. I think a Texas Bloggy get-together would be a blast! (And I’ll get right on that after I catch up on laundry. So, it could be a year or four). Sure, I would love to make some money. Is that bad? I don’t have goals to get rich, but I got my first check from BlogHer Ads the other day and it made me smile. Widely. And if I only made .29 cents (TOTAL), I’d keep blogging. I’d also like to publish my blog in book form on Blurb. I haven’t started yet, but a few family members have put in their orders. I love that I have some subscribers and it’s such an honor to see those numbers grow. I always have a number in my mind and when I reach it, I feel like I’ve met a small goal. Then I raise it a few. . .
As for reading other blogs, I try to read what’s on my blogroll daily. I subscribe to almost 100 blogs and follow them on Bloglines. As I get to know blogs and want to share them, I add them to my blogroll.
I used to spend a lot more time leaving comments. This is the main reason my blog has grown some. Now, I spend the majority of my time writing. During the day, in between mothering, I blog hop, read and leave a smattering of comments and I do most of my writing at night.
Bloglines has helped me manage my time a little better in reading blogs, but I do not have a handle on the time management end of blogging! I know I will never catch up!
Whew!
I’ll tackle part two in the near future!
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They Will Let Anyone Be a Mother These Days
Thank you for allowing me to repost a few of my favorite posts from my Archives on my old Mac blog. This was originally posted in March.
I was wandering down my daily blogroll when I came to this post by Heather J over in Jirkaville. It was riveting.
I was un-bathed. Pajama-clad (actually I lost my pj bottoms somewhere along the way of rushing my older kids out the door) so, I was half-naked. My priorities were in order: I was reading other people’s business before I took care of my own.
My one year old sat in my lap while I worked on my laptop at the kitchen counter. My baby likes to dig thru the drawer while I blog away.
As I intently read, I was moved to tears by Heather’s post . My daughter started squirming, so I sat her on the floor. She had a plastic thingy in her hand. At least that’s what I thought it was.
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4.5 seconds later, she started screaming.
I whipped around and IN-SLOW-MOTION-BECAUSE-I’M-A-SLOW-THINKER, I realized that the said plastic-thingy was SUPERGLUE.
Dripping.
With teethmarks.
I scooped her up and ran to the kitchen sink.
These words are FLASHING in my head:
YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO BE A MOTHER. FIND AN ADULT IMMEDIATELY.
My daughter’s hands were covered in Superglue AND her lips were glued closed.









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Let me just pause and LET THAT SINK IN.
Baby. Lips. Glued. FOR ETERNITY. Jesus, help me.
I’m crying, she’s crying, I’m splashing water on both of us. Praying for help, begging for forgiveness. It did dawn on me in a surreal way, how perfectly still my child became. She knew it was bad. And I think she was hoping for another adult to arrive.
The warm water and a little pressure helped part her crusty lips. THANK GOD.
She didn’t ingest the glue and that seemed to be very good news.
I nearly passed out when I heard the key in the front door.
A host of heavenly angels ushered my dear hubby into the kitchen in search of something he’d forgotten. He saw the superglue, our crusty, sticky hands and his baby’s lips and took over.
I googled, “Baby lips and super glue.” Which I’m sure helped Child Protective Services hone in on my whereabouts.
And I’m sure this was an internet first.
According to reliable resources, acetone is the enemy to superglue. It’s the kryptonite to the Super mega adhesive.
Thank GOD, I paint my nails.
We dipped cotton into nail polish remover and scrubbed. My one year old perfected her dirty look and my husband didn’t even ask how it happened.
Which now, I find disturbing. He returns home to find his daughter’s life in mortal danger under my care and it doesn’t even surprise him.
We cleaned her up as much as possible.









“I’ve got to get to work,” my husband said as he grabbed his jacket.
“What? You can’t leave me. I cannot be trusted. It’s not even 8:30 a.m and I nearly wounded your baby,” I said as I grabbed his pant leg and held on for dear life.
He smiled at me. And left.
I checked on that girl 432 times during her morning nap. The entire time I couldn’t help to think about the wisdom of these words: KEEP OUT OF THE REACH OF CHILDREN.
And, all I have to say is they will let anyone be a mother these days.
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Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-My Jane Fonda Moment
Welcome to this fun little weekly carnival of memories! If you want to link up, you can read the guidelines here.
The last few weeks, I have played it safe with my ‘Fro posts. I’m not ashamed to reveal my overly permed hair or my scary polyester attire, I just wanted to give you a break.
From all the laughter. And the mocking.
But I’m bringing back the smiles. Just for you. Yes, I’m talking to you. I know you’ve had a rough week. I know you need a quiet moment to get away from the kids and laugh. From the belly.
And so, I’m putting away my pride and I’m doing this just for you. Because I care.

My Jane Fonda moment, sincerely ‘fro me.
I have no idea why I was dressed like this. It wasn’t a costume party. I think that would make this easier to swallow.
Oh no, I owned that getup and wore it every Saturday morning to watch televised gymnastics. I had an unnatural desire to be an Olympic gymnast.
I think my leg warmers were in the washer. Too bad because they just made this outfit even more frightening.
I was in a gymnastics class as a young girl, but my dream was short-lived due to finances. So, once I got into high school, I paid for lessons with my own money. Yes, I was the big girl in the little girl class.
Sad, but true. Even worse? I wore this outfit!
Oh. And I permed my hair, just for you.









































