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Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Space Invaders


Welcome to ‘Fro Me to You!  I’m glad you’re here.  If you want to join in, please read the guidelines here.
After about six months of marriage, my hubby and I moved to Arkansas and become Youth Pastors at a church.
We were newly graduated from Bible College and ready to take on the world. During those first two years, we experienced a full spectrum of situations, from dressing up in clown suits, weekly, to a nasty church split.
 
It was quite an odyssey.
Into space.
I am not kidding.
And so, this picture seems fitting of our first years in church work. This was our first Vacation Bible School.  We are aliens and, yes, that is half a volleyball on my hubby’s head and strangely, that looks like a perm in mine.  (When will I learn?)
We grew up a lot during that time:
I learned that some church people are mean. 
I learned that silver paint that says ‘washable’ isn’t necessarily.  
I learned that my hubby was the closest friend I would ever have. 
I learned that I didn’t learn everything in Bible College. 
I learned to laugh at myself. 
I learned to cry for others. 
And I learned that some people, are very good, even in bad situations.
Looking back nearly 15 years ago, I can say I also learned that you can leave full time ministry and carefully laid plans behind and have a better life than you ever imagined.
The Nester is offering one of my readers one of her beautiful handmade tassels from her Etsy shop right now on this post. If you haven’t had a chance to enter, go now!
Kristen
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ETSY Giveaway Going On Right Now!

The Nester is offering one of my readers one of her beautiful handmade tassels from her Etsy shop right now on this post.  
Several people have wondered what they’d do with a tassel if they were the lucky winner. Well. That’s a good question. I’m new to these beautiful items myself, but it’s the best thing you’ll never need! Here are some examples from The Nester’s blog:
And just a word to the wise . . . if you google tassel and their placement, you will see images of strippers who are inappropriately using tassels.  This is wrong, on so many levels.
So is this:
But this?  Totally and completely acceptable tassel placement:

So, go now, hurry, if you haven’t entered the giveaway, it won’t last long!
Kristen
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This Old Bird Has Found A Nest Away From Home*Giveaway!

*Update* Lucky Tassel winner announcement:  Congrats to Heidi of Frantically Simple! I’ll email you.

I love home decor.

I love cheap home decor.
I love cheap, do-it-yourself home decor.
Rarely, do I find something that encapsulates my deep-seeded home decor needs.
But this old bird has found a nest away from home at:  The Nesting Place.  
I don’t think I have ever fallen for a blog so quickly.  And she sells handmade tassels on etsy.
I bought this adorable domino tassel with a cream pom pom:
In a thank-you-I-received-it-email, I actually wrote, “If I had a BFF necklace, I would send you the other half.”
And I don’t kid about best friend necklaces.
I’m pretty sure I scared her. Half.To.Death.
She might even block me on Twitter.  
The Nester has beautiful taste. Many of her posts are about creative ideas she’s done in her own home. She has a classic, clean look and who wouldn’t love her motto, “It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful”?  
One of my favorite parts (besides her tassel giveaways, in which she appeals to your inner-moocher) is her Mistreatment Club for window treatments.
Look, here’s mine.  I ordered the fabric on ebay.  And painted black wooden balls from WalMart.  My hubby helped me with the double-sided screws.  Little black cording spaced every now and then make perfect hangers.
 
My tip?  Go visit The Nester at her blog or here at her etsy store. And if you see something you like, buy it immediately because I have NEVER seen a store sell out more quickly! The people are all about tasseling.  
It’s like an epidemic of fringed-proportions.
Or you can leave a comment and risk the odds that you will be chosen to win a domino tassel just like mine ($20 value).  (See?  I told ya’ll she was the best!  And so generous!)
Domino Tassel 190
She’s a hoot and that’s my favorite kind of bird.
Leave just one comment and I’ll choose the lucky tassel winner Thursday night at 10 p.m. CST.
Kristen
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Look Who’s Got a New Lisp!

For more Wordless photos, visit 5 Minutes for Mom
Kristen
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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:

It’s a Mystery

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?

I’m at Peace!
Fiesta Night was muy caliente! 

I fell desperately in love with these two Latinos on Fiesta night!
The Talent Show

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?

Check out this Pine Cove button  .  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’.

Kristen
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Guess Who Will Love Riding in the Car Now? $200 value

Bloggy Giveaways Quarterly Carnival Button

Okay, I’m done counting!  Whew!  Quite the workout.  The Tinkerbell Mix Max goes to D!  And the SpongeBob set goes to Shane!

Congratulations. Look for an email from me.
I don’t know how my parents did it.
Seriously.
Our summer vacations were dominated by road trips.  
One of my first memories is of a very long car ride to Disney World, back in the 1970′s.  It must have been in the winter because our little Ford Pinto didn’t have a heater and we kept warm with quilts. 
That worked out great until my twin sister and I decided to ‘play horsey’ with our older brother. We used his belt for the reigns.  
Around his neck.  Great fun, until he puked chocolate milk.  All over the blankets. That were keeping us warm.  My next memories are of a cold car ride to Disney World.
Because we entertained ourselves.
Not something my kids excel at on our road trips these days. We’ve got the whole audiovisual thing going on in our minivan and a plethora of travel paraphernalia. 
And I’m not about to change it. Because I like progression.
Call me a sissy.  A weenie.  Just don’t take it away. M’kay?
And because my Momma taught me to play nice and share, I want your last traveling summer getaway or trip to Wal Mart to go well.
I’m giving away TWO amazing prizes at a $100 value each!
I will choose two random winners.  One will receive a brand new Disney MixMax Video MP3 Digital Media Player.  Tinkerbell edition.  It holds 240 songs and plays 16 hours of video.  It’s rechargeable and comes with software, earbuds, and a wrist strap! Value $100. Perfect for those long car rides!
The other random winner will receive two $50 prizes, for a total value of $100.  Both of these items are brand new and made by Npower’s Nickelodeon line, Sponge Bob edition:  A digital music player (MP3) that holds 250 songs, comes with software, ear buds and is rechargeable AND a flash digital camera that holds approx. 79 photos.  It has sound effects, an LCD screen, software, adhesive skins, a wrist strap, cables and much more! Perfect for busy hands on a road trip. US shipping only.
So, leave a comment (ONE, Please) with your choice (tinkerbell or sponge bob) and you can get double entries if you add this button to your blog (because I’m not above bribery) or subscribe to my feed (let me know in your comment if you do this or already have):
Subscribe in a reader andGrab the button for your blog!

This giveaway will close on Friday morning 9 am (CST)


Kristen
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THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 2


We just returned from a fabulous week of Family Camp. We made our mark as THAT family, believe me. I’ll share the highlights later.

This week, I’d like to welcome the Zimmer Zoo to the Society! She submitted this post, Maggie’s First Hospital Visit, as her THAT family moment. And I can see why. I understand my friend. Really, I do.

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?
I’ve been blogging for exactly a month now!

3. How would you define THAT family?

THAT family is the one who always has SOMETHING going on (usually bad/funny). The one that everyone around town knows about and can tell at least one story about. The one where when you walk into church you get “those” looks from everyone else.

4. When did you become a part of THAT family?

Depends…I’m pretty sure that I was part of THAT family growing up on a farm in Vermont in a family of 4 kids (especially when my parents were THE first to get a divorce in our town…)  …now, just having twins plus a younger singleton makes us THAT family around town. (I’m sure it’s more than that…but it’s too much to write about in a reply email ;) )

5. Where can we find your blogging home? 

Zimmer Zoo


If you’d like to join the THAT Family Tree Society, you can read all about it here.

Kristen
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DIYP #9- Creating Beautiful Files *Giveaway!

*Update*  Congrats to these three winners!  Email me your address and I’ll get the pretty folders in the mail! Cajungal01Mother Hen, and Anna

My kitchen is in the center of my home.

It is a hub of activity.
It’s where you can find me, Cooking blogging up a storm in my apron.  It’s also the place where everything lands:  bills, school papers, mail, magazines, coupons, books, etc
And it drives me crazy.
My hubby bought me this great desk.  But it’s stuffed full of crap, I mean, crafts. Freudian slip, there.  
And since I have a deep love for baskets and boxes and pretty things, I decided it was time to get organized in my kitchen.  Have you seen the gorgeous file folders out there?
I bought some.
I thought about attaching this to the wall in my kitchen:
Rubbermaid® Sensations™ Single Pocket Magnetic Wall File, Letter-Size
Staples
But it doesn’t give me that lovin’ feeling.  And so, I thought about sitting one of  these file holders on my counter. I love these:
Black ETC Wire File Folder Holders
Rose Lane Cottage
floral file folder holder
Anna Griffin
leather desktop file

Levenger
The Container Store

But I have limited counter space, what, with all the cooking preparation.
This is what I came up with:
Because a $9.99 feed trough from TJMaxx, in the kitchen? Yeah, that speaks to me!
Where will you put your pretty new file folders?  Let me know, because 3 lucky readers will be receiving a set of them! I have some beautiful ones! Just leave a comment, one only please, and I will choose some winners Sunday at noon.
Kristen
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Are You Happy?

We live in a beautiful world that God created.  

But not everything is beautiful.
Our world is inundated with ugly things. 
I fear for my children  all while trusting God.  
I don’t think He intended those two things to be done simultaneously.
Some days, I do better than others.
After watching the news and reading about crime, sometimes I feel like our home, our cocoon, is being watched by a hungry predator.
And yet, I feel like we are overcoming the enemy of ungodliness.  
Because we are happy.
Sure, we have bad days.  Just read my blog awhile.  We aren’t perfect.  We argue, disagree, and make plenty of mistakes.  We crave material possessions and don’t seek God enough.
We don’t laugh all the time or smile constantly.  We’re just a pretty average family. But our happiness runs deeply because it comes from joy.  Joy grows from a deep contentment for the good and the bad because God is good.  All the time.
I ran across this article by The American Chronicle, titled, “Secrets of Happier Families.”
According to research that crosses socioeconomic lines, there are seven similarities happy families have in common:
  1. Priority is placed on the primary relationship
  2. Respect for children
  3. Time spent together
  4. Regular family meetings
  5. Open and honest communication
  6. Showing appreciation
  7. A spiritual focus
I don’t think this article was written from a Christian perspective and I would put them in a different order.  But aren’t these the reasons Christians should be happy?
The author ends with this, What these findings do tell us is what most of us on some level already know but do not consistently practice. Namely, that a cohesive family unit that is willing to work daily at creating a loving, respect-filled, secure, and mutually supportive environment for one another in spite of external pressures can thrive… even in today´s uncertain world.”
Many times, our happiness depends upon our situation.  Good day, things going our way? Happy face.  Crummy day? Happiness is out the window.  
I think perspective keeps our happiness level.
Are you happy? 
Food for the Soul:
James 5:13, “Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy? Let him sing songs of praise.”


Kristen
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Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-The Fun Run

Hello!  Glad to have your here this week for Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You!  If you want to join in, please read guidelines here.

I have always had an athletic build.
Let me rephrase that.
I had an athletic build, before three pregnancies left me with a dumpy athletic build.
Don’t wait for the punch line.  Because I’m not joking.
As a kid, I was muscular.  I had large thigh muscles and defined calves.  I had a runner’s body.
The summer before the  seventh grade, I aspired to join the jr. high track team.
So, I signed up for the Summer Fun Run.
Because I thought it would be fun.
Did I mention that it was a 5 mile run and I had never even run a mile?
Yeah, that didn’t seem to be nearly as important as my outfit. Does Jane Fonda ring a bell?
I remember being very concerned about what I wore.  I coordinated my top and shorts to match my brand new little white canvas sneakers (the ones WalMart sells for like $3 bucks).  
The idea of support never once crossed my mind, until I actually started running.
And then that’s all I thought about. My legs ached, my feet cramped. And the blisters were unsightly.
I remember thinking, “Fun run? You’ve got to be kidding me.  What’s so fun about this?”
My parents and siblings followed me in the car, screaming out the window, “Go, Kristen!  You can do it!”
I was dying.  Surely, this was death.
I’m not sure how I finished the run, but I did, dead last.  I learned something very important that day.  
I was destined to be a sprinter.
And just because the word ‘fun’ is in the title, doesn’t mean it will be.
But this?  Laughing at all of you? Now, that is fun.  
Kristen
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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.

For more tips, visit Works For Me Wednesday.

Kristen
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And This Is Where You Lose Respect For Me

Answers Part II
Way back when, you asked me some questions.  I answered the blogging questions first. Because I am an expert.
*SNORT*
Basically, those questions were just easier to answer than these.  It’s not that I don’t want to get personal with you, darling, I’m just afraid you will not be impressed lulled to sleep by my riveting life.

  1. 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.
  2. 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 . . .
  3. 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?
  4. 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).
  5. 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.
  6. 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.
  7. 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.
  8. 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.
  9. What’s your favorite dinner? The one that’s cooked FOR me.
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. 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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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.
  15. 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!

Kristen
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Secret Santa Mail Contest for Newsletter Readers!

If you’d like your child to win Santa Mail from Gorbella’s, leave a comment on this post! 

For only $5 you can fill out an order form here for a letter (it’s tax deductible and the money goes to a wonderful cause)!
Winners:
Reader (no blog) Melissa R
Rachel @ The Coupon Grabber
Congrats, y’all!!
Kristen
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Summer Fun Contest!

It doesn’t get better than this!
To view more, visit 5 Minutes for Mom

Kristen
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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.

I wasn’t paying close attention, but I knew my daughter was asking my son some questions and giving him multiple choice answers. And as long as he followed her directions exactly, there was peace.
I don’t know where she gets that from.
“Nope!  You are wrong!” my daughter declared triumphantly.  Encouragement may not be her gift.
“Stay here,” she commands and comes over to the stove where I am laboring over macaroni and says, “Mom, we’re playing idioms.  Can you give me another one, so I can see if he can guess the meaning?”
Well.
I must confess even though I have a degree in English, I couldn’t recall the definition of the word idiom, much less an example.  Probably because I was using so much energy and brain cells on cooking.  
I told my daughter as much and she looked disgusted.  It must be hard to be gifted and talented and live with such trolls.
She returned to her seat and looked into the face of little brother.  ”Do you even know what an idiom is?”
He paused.  I leaned in, hoping to hear the answer.  He scratched his head and pushed up his glasses.  I could tell he wanted to please his big sister.
“Am I an idiom?” he asked earnestly.
I laughed and said, ”No, honey, but great minds think alike.”
My daughter stood and declared, “That’s an idiom.”
And so it is.
Kristen
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THAT Family Tree Society-Issue 1


I’ve had some THAT family moments this week: Ants marching 2 by 2 carrying off crumbs and my toddler to their hill; another ER visit (make sure you warn your children when the floor is wet); and this sentence actually came from my lips in a parenting moment, “We do not head-butt others or sniff other people’s arm pits.”

And just so I don’t feel so alone in my moments, I’m going to feature a random member of the THAT Family Tree Society, every Sunday! Tracey from IPost is lucky number one.  Lucky is a relative term in this club. She submitted this post: Burp, Fart, Cough, Hiccup, Boogies and Vomit.

I seriously cannot relate, as we have never done the things in that title. Well, at least not in the last 2 minutes.

1. What is the name of your blog? Why?
The name of my blog is Nine Acres- 20 Miles North of Nowhere.  I chose this name because about 3 years ago my family (me, hubby, 2 kids) moved from the suburbs to a small rural farm style="font-size:medium;"> in Northern Maryland.  Lots of crazy stuff goes on here and while the blog was originally a place to keep my family and friends up-to-date on the goings on in our world, it quickly grew into something larger.  Now I blog because I am addicted to it and get grumpy if I don’t.


2. How long have you been blogging?

I have been blogging for about 3 years.  I switched url’s in January of 2008 for personal reasons, so I don’t have archives dating back 3 years.

3. How would you define THAT family?

THAT family can mean many different things.  For example, it can be the family that always has *drama* going on.  Or it could be the family that sticks out in the neighbor hood for one reason or another.  But no matter why you are THAT family, it is a family that sticks together.

4. When did you realize you were a member of THAT family?

The first time I truly realized we were THAT family is when I accidentally cracked my son’s head open on the corner of a door frame while playing a tag game.  He was 4 and my daughter was 2.  I was home alone when it happened and, of course, my kids were filthy and bare foot in clothes that were sadly not fitting very well.  It had been one of *those* days.  And there was no time to make ourselves presentable for society.  So, when we arrived at the hospital for stitches, we were the sight to see!  You know,  dried snot plastered on faces from all the tears, filthy clothes from  playing outside, knotty hair, barefoot, etc.  And that was just me, you should have seen the kids! ;0)

5. Where can we find your blogging home?
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!

If you’d like to join the THAT Family Tree Society, grab the button on the sidebar. If you’d like to have your blog featured, you can read all about it here.

class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As you’re reading this, our family is leaving for Family Camp.  We’re driving this.  Honk if you see us.



At least we warned them THAT family was coming!



Kristen
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DIYP #8- Recycled Crayons

I have an easy DIYP for this weekend!  It’s fun and kid-friendly. And it’s a great lesson in recycling.

My kids love crafts, especially my oldest daughter.  About 42.9 times a week (averages higher in the summer) she wants to get crafty.  It’s exhausting and she doesn’t believe that folding clothes is considered an art form in some remote places.

The other day, the kids were coloring and drawing.  It began to lose it’s appeal and the craft begging began.  I took one look at their pathetic collection of old, broken crayons and before I had a chance to call myself a bad mom, I said:

1. Tear the paper off of broken crayons. 



2. Place broken crayons into paper liners of muffin tin.  (We did all different colors:  red, white, blue, pastels, Christmas colors.)



3. Preheat oven to 275 degrees and bake crayons for 10 minutes. (My kids loved watching these melt in the oven).


4. Let them cool and peel off paper.


5. Impress your kids. Just like that!



My toddler thought they looked good enough to eat!




In the winter edition of Family Fun Magazine, I saw this same idea. But they put the crayons in heart-shaped muffin tins and attached them to Valentine’s. My kids would love to share these with their friends.

Kristen
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My Life is a Theme Night

So next week is Family Camp.

I have low expectations, for several reasons: 1. We can only go up from there;  2. We will be spending a considerable amount of time out-of-doors with the nearest major medical center miles away; and 3. We are THAT family.
Enough said about that.
Even with low expectations, we are excited about getting away and making memories.  
Every night there is a theme.  Families are to dress accordingly.  Fun, right? 
Well.  After scouring Party City, I decided we needed to do more in-depth shopping for our 60′s outfits and Fiesta wear.  
In the parking lot of the Goodwill store, I explained to my kids that we were looking for Mexican dresses (you know the touristy kind with the embroidered flowers?) and Mexican dress shirts (the kind waiters wear at my favorite restaurant).
Now, let me start by saying, I love second-hand stores.  I have found some great treasures in my day and while in Bible college, most of my clothes came from Salvation Army.  It’s in my blood and I can sniff out a great find.
My kids?  Oh, they did plenty of sniffing.  As soon as we walked in the store they gasped and covered their noses, bemoaning the smell of used items.  
I gave them the evil eye.  Like this?
Oh, did I scare you?  Good.  I do apologize.
And then my daughter said loudly, “Where are the Mexican clothes?”
Every eye was on us, including several Hispanic shoppers.
For Pete’s sake.
I whispered, “It’s a Fiesta!  We’re looking for Fiesta wear!”
We made our way around the store and my son exclaimed loudly and hurried us to the pre-worn lingerie and underwear department, saying, “I found outfits for ‘sexy night!’”
Uh, that would be sixties night.
At Family Camp. 
Because I’m pretty sure they aren’t bringing sexy back this year.
About that time, I realized our toddler was hiding behind a clothes rack and I stepped over a child’s nasty diaper laying in the middle of the aisle.
Yuck. Exactly what kind of mother . . .  uh, hang on.

Yeah. I checked under my toddler’s sun dress and stopped judging that poor mother immediately.  Because she looked strangely like me.
We scooped up the diaper and the baby, paid for our maracas and flower-print shirts and left a bewildered audience at The Goodwill Store.
Like we really need a theme.
The Talent Show
Yes, there is a talent show at Family Camp.  We have wracked our brain and decided we don’t have a family talent. (Because, no dear daughter and son, people do not want to hear us make funny noises with our hand cupped under our arms).  But we must participate, according to my kids. Or family camp won’t be any fun. No. Fun. At all.
Food for the Soul:
Proverbs 29:23, “A man’s pride brings him low, but a man of lowly spirit gains honor.”
Kristen
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Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You-Before the ‘Fro

Hi!  Welcome to Sincerely ‘Fro Me to You.  You can read about this madness here, if you want to link up.

I had darling hair at one time.
Before the perms. And the ‘fro.
It was soft and wavy.  I wore it in pig tails, which curled in wisps around my neck.
And then one day, I turned 8, my oldest daughter’s age.
I wanted a Dorothy Hamill haircut.  Because she was the best ice skater.
I went ice skating once on a school field trip and left with stitches.
At least I could look like Dorothy.
My mom and I returned from the salon and I felt very pretty.  Back then, short hair was rare.  
I am 8 1/2 in this school picture.  I’ve added some pink hair barrettes.
Because I’m fancy like that.
And that bit of hair sticking up?  Totally planned.
Actually, I spent years licking my finger and trying to make it lay down on the photograph.
That did not work for me, in case you’re wondering.
I re-discovered this photo the other day and couldn’t believe how much my 8 year old daughter looks like me. It’s uncanny.
I also wondered what in the world my mother was thinking with that pink outfit in the picture.  
The other night, I pulled out the photo and blamed asked her.  
I don’t remember her answer, because honestly?  There is no excuse.
I was a Dorothy Hamill look-alike (except for the outfit) for about a year before the home perm abuse began.
Fire away.
Kristen
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A Place to Stick It

I love organizing paraphernalia. (I also like that word).

I’m a sucker for a pretty box or an odd-shaped basket.
Just stick me in the container aisle with a glass of sweet tea and I’ll be happy for life.
Even though I put my OCD to good use and live in a fairly clean, organized home, I still battle clutter.  And toys. Everywhere.  
And so, I’ve attacked these areas with a plethora of containers!  
Isn’t it amazing how three matching boxes (Ikea $2.50 for 2) in a row look so swell?  Inside those boxes?  Hundreds of unorganized photos dating all the way back to my ‘fro.
Inside this modern secretary desk (from Ikea)? None ‘o you beeswax.  It’s a mess.
Here’s three more matching baskets that hold all the junk fine linens that won’t fit into my dining room hutch. Looks like it’s time to clean those out.  I have no idea what’s in them.
I love this little basket with a handle.  I don’t have enough kitchen drawers and every time my kids dig in the silverware drawer for a pencil or glue, my head spins around in circles and I would foam in the mouth.
It wasn’t pretty.  At all.
And so, I hung the basket over my vintage shoe drying rack, now being used as a kitchen catch-all!
And all the books and papers and stuff that collect on my kitchen counter?
I stick them in this red wire basket.  Because what exactly is better than a basket that is red? Not much, my friends.
(Try not to judge me by the title of that book, Making Your Children Mind without Losing Yours. It’s summer and I’d like to keep my mind. Enough said).
This little gem was found at Canton, the world’s largest flea market and heaven on earth for people like me.  It’s a reproduction and not the finest of furnishings, but each box comes out 
and is the perfect toy holder, dontchathink?  It makes me very happy.
I love this giant garage sale basket.  It stored my hubby’s dress shirts that needed to go to the cleaners until I confiscated it for more toys.
And this?  Oh, my!  My hubby rolled his eyes at this idea (yes, he did)! I’ve turned this antique laundry basket into a container to hold an extra quilt next toour bed.  I also toss all the fancy throw pillows from my bed into at night, so Alice the Cat, won’t feel compelled to lay on them. I think I would grab this basket if my house caught on fire and roll it through the house throwing things in it.  
That’s called an Emergency Plan.  You’re welcome.
Even tiny baskets can help you gather similar items.  My remote control basket comes in handy.
I’m throwing this one in for just for fun.  Because I’m not so obsessive that I have to organize my bread, but don’t you just love this little red box?  I found it at TJMaxx for $5.99 and thought it would make the perfect bread box.
I like to think of this as the mother of all basket-organizing.  She is great and mighty:  The Ikea book shelf.  I went back to Ikea every month for about a year to buy baskets for this thing.  This piece is quite an investment.  But since our playroom doubles as our TV room, toys fit nicely in all those baskets.
So, baskets and boxes are my tip for great organization. 
Kristen
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How the Other Half Live

Jealous?

My life in six words:  A journey I would live again.
For more wordless pictures, visit 5 minutes for mom. For more memoirs, visit Situationally Single Mom and Frantically Simple.
Kristen
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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 :D   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!

Don’t forget to enter my fun vintage apron giveaway here!

Kristen
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I Feel Like A Woman*GiVeaWay!

*UPDATE*  We have a winner! Look who’s getting a new apron!  Congratulations to Mom of Two Princesses!

I am 35 years old.

I have been married for nearly 15 years.
I have birthed three children.
And I have never felt more like a woman, than I do, right now:
Standing in my kitchen, wearing my first apron.
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a post about my cooking skills.  It was a short post.
At the same time, I was answering a meme from Happy Mommy about cooking.
Because I’m a smart cookie.
I mentioned that I did not own an apron.  Even as I typed this, I flinched.  Because I knew the Apron Queen might read the post.
And thankfully, she did.
Do you know what she did?  She sent a rick-rack attack over to my little Texas home!  She sent me my first apron.  And she sent both of my daughters, their first apron.
There was a lot of squealing in the kitchen that day.
But once we sent my hubby and son outside, they stopped the racket.
The day the apron arrived, we had just returned from my in-laws farm.  My counters overflowed with fresh garden produce my mother-in-law shared.  As I chopped and grated, I felt very feminine.
Who knew an apron could make dinner taste so yummy?  
I have always thought aprons were for gourmet-cooking women.  But even as I opened a can of Chef Boy-are-dee last night, I felt glamourous. 
Our aprons hang on a hook in the kitchen and my little girls love to tie them on.
The Apron Queen is generously offering to make one of my lucky readers feel like a woman too, today with an apron giveaway!
Go, look around at her wonderful store, come back here and leave one comment (please) about which apron would get you in the mood to heat up the kitchen.  The random number generator will choose a lucky winner.  Comments close Tuesday at 10 p.m. (CST). This is a $35 value!
Many of you were shocked that I didn’t own an apron.  Now, that I do, I think it’s a little weird too, since I love old things. So, if you have an apron, take a picture of it or of you in it, and I’ll throw up a Mr. Linky, so we can have a little impromptu apron party today!
Here, we will go first!

Kristen
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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.


Get ready for a fun giveaway on Monday! Hint: Take a picture of yourself in your apron because the Apron Queen is visiting THAT family! Really-get your pictures ready!

Kristen
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DIYP #7-Giving Old Things New Life


I like old things. But I’m not really an antique collector.  
I’m not that refined.  I’m a collector of old stuff.
If I see an ancient metal bucket in one of my in-laws rickety barns or an old handmade bird house sitting on the side of the road. I know I could put them to use.
Oh, I’m so kidding about scrounging up free junk and then decorating my home with it.
Or not.
I think there are people paid to do this.  They are called garbage collectors. 
Yep, I’m comfortable with that title.  Because the used shoe fits nicely.
My mom asked me once, “When you guys get some money, will you buy new things?”
Why would I do that? And what does money have to do with it?
Here are some of my favorite old things, I’ve found new uses for:
1. An old blanket chest that looks lovely wearing red, serving as a coffee table.
2. In my entryway, I have an old dresser without drawers.  I use the top to display seasonal stuff and the shelves as a shoe rack for my kids.
3. My hubby pulled these old window out of a condemned building in Miami.  All you have to do is ask!  The old screen costs $5 at a Flea Market.
4. An old shoe drying rack, I use as kitchen shelves.  I fell in love with this piece at a second hand store.  It came just like that with all the flaking paint!
5. I love my old $10 wagon!  It’s rusty and squeaky and the perfect planter!
6. I’ve had a small (albeit useless) collection of glass doorknobs for years.  How do you like them as a window covering in my bathroom?  The curtain is a single panel that I draped over the knobs. Do you think I would make The Nester proud with this window mistreatment?
7. I bought this little red metal medical table at a flea market for $15.00.  I cleaned it up and let the chipped paint add character to my bathroom.  It holds magazines, kleenex, and other bathroom incidentals. 
8. My battered front porch bench that I rescued from a garage sale for $25.  I love this old bench.  Someone put a cute tin skirt on it to cover up some damage.  Matilda, my rag doll, welcomes our guests and reminds people not to ring the door bell during nap time.
And yes, that would be a dirty diaper on the bench.  What can I say?  It was a doozy!  

So, the next time you come across something old and useless, turn it into something new and useful!


Food for the Soul:

Romans 6:4 “We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.”

Get ready for a fun giveaway on Monday! Hint: Take a picture of yourself in your apron because the Apron Queen is visiting THAT family! Really-get your pictures ready!
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Kristen
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Welcome to My Pity Party! & Impromptu Giveaway!

*UPDATE* Congrats to Barbara H. of Stray Thoughts.  You just won the Barnes & Noble Giftcard.  Email me your address at kristenwrites@yahoo.com and I’ll mail it to you!

Bloghop08

Hi! Welcome to THAT family’s blog.  I’m so glad you stopped by for my pity party.

This time last year, I couldn’t even define the word blog.
Now, I’m whining about not attending a massive conference for women bloggers.
It’s called evolving.
You know, I cook for my family at least 5 days a week and I have never once wanted to attend a cooking conference.
And I clean randomly every day and yet I’ve never wanted to spend oodles of money flying to other parts of the world to enhance my skills.
Go figure.
But give me a platform to share My Rear View, my unique mopping-style or unhealthy love for Sweet Tea? And don’t forget pictures of my perm-induced childhood ‘fro! And I just want to learn more.
It’s called obsession Passion.
So, I’m bringing a great bottle of whine to this hopping party and a plan to attend at least one blogging conference next year where I will know absolutely no one and feel completely out of my comfort zone.
That’s how I roll.
Maybe.
I’m actually not too bummed because the BlogHer conference is coinciding nicely with our family vacation.  And if I had to choose spending a weekend with people I’ve never met and my favorite people in all the world, well, it isn’t even a choice.
So, leave me a comment and tell me ‘if you’ll attend a blogging conference in the future’ and I’ll randomly pick a winner Sunday morning to win a $25 gift card to Barnes and Noble (courtesy of the PTA at my kid’s school for being a room mom-I never got around to spending it)!
Kristen
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THAT Family Tree Society


I’m starting a club.

I feel like a 10 year old girl making friendship bracelets!  

Want one?


One of the things I love most about blogging are meeting those other families. . . you know the ones!  

Nearly every day, I have an email or a comment saying, “Us, too!  We are THAT family, too!”  
It does my heart good to read that I am not alone.  

I smile at your disastrous stories and laugh at your embarrassing moments. 

Because if anyone understands, it’s THAT family.

You know what it’s like to go to the swimming pool and see toothpaste smeared in your toddler’s hair because she brushes her hair with her toothbrush. You’ve taken your son to the dentist to have his first cavity filled, only to have him tell you on the way home, that something doesn’t feel right. You aren’t even surprised when he tells you he didn’t say anything to the Dentist because, “I didn’t want to overwork him.”

Every time I read one of your stories, I feel connected, even related to you, like your my long lost cousin, twice removed.

Only I’ve never met you and you’d never give me a kidney.

Yeah, except for that.

I thought it would be fun to have a little society for us!  You can grab a button for your page and join the club where the perks are few and the benefits are slim.  

If you decide to join in, share your THAT family stories with me (email kristenwrites@yahoo.com) sometime or send me the link to a post you’ve already done.  I will highlight a couple of random club member’s blogs and stories every month! (You only need to send me one story, old or new). You can also just add the button to your page because in your heart, you can relate!

Oh, and we need a motto for THAT Family Tree Society: Where Not Every Branch Forks.

So, grab a button and come back for my best THAT family post.  I’m reposting “The Super Glue Incident” on Sunday to give you a prime example of why we are THAT family!

In an effort to highlight and link to your THAT family post, please answer the following questions when you have a chance.  I will RANDOMLY choose one blog post each Sunday to share with my readers, until I d
on’t have any more!-EMAIL me these answers:
1.    Tell us a little about your blog (name/reason why you blog):
2.    How long have you blogging?
3.    How would you define THAT family?
4.    When did you discover you were a part of THAT family?
5.    Where can we find your blog?

Kristen
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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.

Kristen
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