tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83531571720287794842024-03-05T10:39:54.857-06:00Ramblings From Our Funny FarmBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.comBlogger398125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-69913463469417558642019-08-14T12:38:00.000-05:002019-08-14T12:39:18.930-05:00We Went To The Beach*I published this in 2019, but this trip was for Tristen's senior trip in the summer of 2017<br />
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We just got back from a week of sand, surf, and shrimp at Galvestion. It was an amazing trip, where we did a whole lot of NOTHING.<br />
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Our house was ocean front. A cute little shabby chic house on stilts, that swayed in the ocean wind. It felt like one of our little Kansas earthquakes about every 30 seconds. I drank coffee on the deck every single morning, and Danny laid in the hammock every afternoon.<br />
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I was a little worried about the weather. Tropical Storm Cindy was suppose to hit while we were there. People started sending texts and checking on us, so I looked at the weather and chuckled. The part that was suppose to hit us was just a mix of green and yellow on the radar...a nice soft rain back in Kansas. There was one night where the rain woke up Tristen, as his windows had the metal shields down on them, and it was loud, and he said the wind was blowing the house pretty good. But we never heard it.<br />
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Tristen learned how to skim board on this trip. We had plans to go parasailing, and then had plans to go do surfing lessons, but he instead worked on mastering his board. We laughed a lot, and he got pretty bruised up from his attempts, but was pretty good at it by the time we left.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-28368774067435639402017-05-31T17:24:00.000-05:002017-06-02T13:08:18.741-05:00Well, HELLO!! Holy cow!! Has it really been over a year since I've blogged anything?? WOW!! Thought I'd bounce in here and give you all a very over due update on our family!!<br />
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Jacob:<br />
Jacob graduated last spring, and has officially finished his first year of college towards a criminal justice degree! His mother did well through this process. She hardly cried when she dropped him off at college, but cried every time he pulled out of the driveway when he was home for visits. He is currently back home, has moved in with a buddy of his, and is working for a rancher this summer. <br />
He was one of thirty accepted out of 200 applicants to the Kansas Collegiate Law Enforcement Academy, but a few days before he got sick and was unable to go.<br />
He is a volunteer firemen for our community, and stressed his mom COMPLETELY out in March. He decided to come home from school one weekend because there was a high fire risk, and he ending up helping fight the Starbuck Fire. I laid on my couch and listened the scanner off and on all night long that first night. <br />
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Tristen: Officially a SENIOR and his mother CAN NOT believe it!!! He is working as a life guard this summer, as well as working in the same wood shop his Dad works in. He keeps busy, and has quite the social life and love for his cell phone. He is still active in 4-H, though his projects have scaled back tremendously as he has grown. He got to go with his team to state golf, which was quite the experience. He played very well that day! He's enjoying the life as the only kid left in the house. Still can't decide WHAT in the WORLD he wants to do when he graduates, and some days I think he stresses over this way too much. He doesn't listen to his parents when we tell him that it's ok to not know yet. Tristen is the more patient of my two boys, and enjoys being around little kids more than his brother. We had an incident in November, that I think needs forever memorialized in this blog. I received a call from the school, that Tristen had done a BACK.FLIP.OFF.THE.STAGE and had LANDED.ON.HIS.FACE. After a trip to the ER...because I was SURE his NECK was BROKE...he was cleared of injury. Except the shiner that would soon develop!! Almost 8 months later he STILL has a bump under his eyebrow!<br />
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*He turns my hair grey, makes me laugh a 100 times a day, and his wit and humor amaze me.<br />
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Danny: Fills his days daydreaming of the empty nest that seems so close now! ;) We have plans to go to the beach very soon, and he's got some really big plans of doing absolutely nothing except a little fishing! He keeps busy with the endless honey-do's, fair board president, fence building, pig raising, cattle raising, baseball watching, (GO ROYALS!) and boy raising, in addition to his full time job at the wood shop here in town.<br />
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Becky: And me... This past year was full of a lot of personal changes. I can't tell you what happened, but for a long time I felt stuck. Like my brain was dying. Or a better way to describe it I guess is I just felt lost. My kids are almost grown..I have no idea how to be this person in the stage of life. <br />
So one day I decided it was time to step it up, and I decided to take on getting my CDA in family child care. This required me have 480 hours of professional work experience, have 120 hours of formal early childhood education training, pass a written test, prepare a CDA portfolio, and pass a verification visit with an observer. It took me right at a year to complete everything. I was officially awarded my CDA on August 2nd!<br />
I also finished my 2nd half marathon in May. I took 15 minutes off my last half, walked outside of the runner's world set up at the run, and barfed all over my new Saucony's. But it was totally worth it! HA! (And then I was the girl who had to walk THROUGH the HYATT, to get to our room... with BARF on my shoes.) I'm signed up to do another in October, and I'm hoping to take a little more time off. I'm still slower than snails, but I finish! I also hit a PR for my 5K time in December. The things I do for fun these day were not even on my radar 4 years ago. I try to remember that when I start to feel bad about slow weight loss journey!<br />
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I've enjoyed the Iris show in my yard this year. This beauty above came from a sweet older man at the farmers market in Dodge. He tossed it in with the rest of my purchase, and told me it was GUARANTEED to make me smile. He was right!<br />
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The garden is in, and everything has enjoyed the spring rains we've been receiving! Along with my normal vegetables I plant, this year I added several rows of different kinds of flower seeds in hopes of attracting even more pollinators.<br />
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Thanks for checking in on me, and if your still reading this tired old blog, BLESS YOU! Maybe I'll start blogging a little more. Or maybe I won't. ;) But I promise it won't be a year before I update again. I have blog shame!<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-61760653511834999312015-12-31T07:13:00.001-06:002015-12-31T07:13:54.978-06:00Me in 2016I love New Years. It always feels so fresh and clean.<br />
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I've started thinking about a few things I want to work on in 2016.<br />
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1. Finally continue on my weight loss journey, after a "slight" pause since my Dad died. I've learned so much about myself during this time. I've got a few kick butt and fun things lined up to get me going, including a diet bet with 50+ other people, and a 12 week weight loss challenge group.<br />
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2. Be better at saving money. Blah. I suck so much at this, and don't want to anymore. I'd also really love to have our savings account happy and ready for next Christmas, so that stress isn't there next December. <br />
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3. This year I'm going to learn Calligraphy. Weird and random, I know. But I've always wanted to learn.<br />
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4. Write here more. Its not that I don't have the time. I just don't MAKE the time. And I love writing. And need to write.<br />
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On my business end of my life, I'm doing some pretty amazing things, which includes a little bit of learning, and a few changes. One of those being changing the way I do my billing, (from hourly to a flat weekly rate) and will hopefully be more consistent income for my family. This one is actually really huge for me. I hate change. And hate upsetting or inconveniencing people. What I finally realized one day was in exchange for people not being inconvenienced, I was the one being constantly getting the bad end of the stick. (I made $2.75 an hr one morning this week.)<br />
Its all part of the "Becky grows a spine" journey. I may have the start of a nub!! ;)<br />
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Happy New Years!!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-84001648698979759482015-12-28T09:35:00.000-06:002015-12-29T09:08:36.524-06:00HOORAY!! An Update!!I last updated in October, after my first half. I've had 3 days off, and as I'm writing this, there is a blizzard warning here in Kansas, so I've got plenty of time to update you on us.<br />
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October:<br />
2 weeks after my first half, I did Run for Missons. I also sweet talked Tristen into running it with me. He kicked some butt and ended up running the entire thing and finishing in 23:58.(7:43 per mile) I was super proud and have started harassing him about cross country next year. I didn't do nearly as well as him..;)...but was only a minute something short of my "someday I want to run a 5K in this time" time. Slow and steady. It was a wonderful cool and wet day to run. And sadly, it was literally the last time I have done anything active. I'll be needing to change that soon!<br />
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We spent Thanksgiving with Danny's family. We ended up renting the Vet's Building here in town, because the family has grown so much. BUT--weather came rolling in and some were not able to make it. I had already invited my momma, and then we called my brother and his family when I found out they were home. There was a LOT of food!!<br />
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FINALLY felt more like myself this Christmas. My Dad has been gone for 2 years now, and this was our 3rd Christmas without him. Still feels a little wobbly and awkward. Last year we were dealing with the loss of Danny's Dad, so this year we quietly tip-toed and where just thankful to "be".<br />
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If you've made it this far, thank you for checking in on us!!! As I'm finishing this up, the wind is howling and the storm is just getting to us. There may be a post soon about "the blizzard of 2015!" <br />
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Sunday, October 11th, 2015.<br />
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I FINISHED Prairie Fire 1/2 Marathon.<br />
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I used a training plan that was16 weeks. I ended up having the last week disrupted due to a murder suspect on the run in our county. True story!! So I was a little nervous as I'd only been able to hit 9 miles.<br />
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I'd also like to add that I didn't lose ONE.STINKING.POUND through training. (But I maintained at least!) But did lose 3 the week after the race. I was SO hungry during the last 6 weeks. I wanted to eat all the time. I could never ever train for a full...I'd probably gain 50 lbs. <br />
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I had wanted to "quietly" dedicate my very first half to my Dad, and wanted a piece him of him with me. So ended up putting his 7 year AA sobriety chip on my shoe lace, and tucking it inside. I love it so much..I think it will just stay there forever.<br />
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You know those zombie movies? Where everyone is still walking with arms straight out?? Yep. That's totally how it was those last 3. I tried to run. My body felt like it was underwater. I walked. Like a zombie. For 3 miles. <br />
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<i>See..told ya! Zombies! ;)</i></div>
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The most amazing experience through this entire thing..is doing something your mind is telling you is totally insane and you must stop. And plowing through and finishing anyway.<br />
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I ended up hitting a pretty hard wall around mile 10. Was CERTAIN mile 11 wasn't ever going to com. <br />
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I also can't tell you what exactly happened at mile 12.5. But I totally emotionally fell apart. You would think after 12.5 miles the excitement would carry you in, but it doesn't. You start to think you are never going to get there or WON'T be able to make it there. I could HEAR the finish line, and the cheers. But I was convinced I wasn't going to make it.<br />
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And until I hit the bridge that would take me it...I still didn't believe it. As strange as it sounds, I never thought about quitting, but had started to doubt if I would finish. Doesn't make sense, huh?<br />
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I don't have a glorious running in, hands in the air victory finish like some.<br />
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<i>So tired!! Only .10 more to go to the finish line! </i></div>
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But I finished...13.1!<br />
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<i>My sister made me laugh when she saw this.. "There you are working your butt off, and that guy is drinking a beer in the background." HAHA</i></div>
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First thing I wanted, was a shower. You know that first shower you take, after you've given birth? Yep--same feeling.<br />
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This experience is most definitely in the top 5 proudest moments of my life. There is nothing I can type here that can tell you how I felt.<br />
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At mile 2, there was a lady with a mega phone yelling "You are ALMOST there" Ugh. It made me smile and shake my head.<br />
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There was app you could download, and people at home could track you, if THEY had the app. It had a "cheer" option. People at home could pick out the cheesiest of cheers and they could come through my headphones. This was fantastic.I loved it so much. I didn't know at the time who they were from, (It saved them, so I could look when I was finished." just that someone I love, was thinking about me. <br />
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We ran the course with the full marathon people. There was just 2 different loops where they cut off from us for an extra 6 miles each, and then they would merge back in with us. Oh gosh...it was like corvettes merging in with a bunch of Yugos. Those people were like machines. I was in awe of them, and how they were still managing conversations, and would support other runners as they whizzed by us.<br />
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I crossed the line, found Lori, and sat down. My stomach was yucky, but I got part of a Gatorade and a bottle of water down. I saw and watched the Marathoners coming in, and they were handed 32oz Michelob Ultras as they crossed. No. Just no.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-30186959255105231172015-08-19T09:03:00.000-05:002015-08-19T09:03:13.693-05:00Ha Ha Tonka State Park and Bridal CaveWednesday we ventured into town, for groceries and a bit of sight seeing. I've had Ha Ha Tonka park down on the must-do list since we booked this trip. Mostly..because it looked beautiful. And it was FREE. HA!<br />
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It didn't disappoint! We were able to make it to the castle ruins, the springs, the natural bridge, and did 1.75 mile trail before rain caused us to leave. We went back the following day and saw the river cave. We saw many different kinds of wildflowers, and mushrooms, wildlife here and there, animal tracks..so much fun!<br />
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When we got rained out of Ha Ha Tonka we decided to go tour Bridal Cave. <br />
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Oh gosh. It was so pretty. The Indians used to crawl though and marry in front of the columns. They used to knock on them in celebration, and due to this there are chunks taken out of some of them. People still get married in there today. Our guide told us they have had brides with trains that go back around in the cave, to brides in bikinis that come in off the lake. <br />
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One of the things I loved most about this cave was Mystery Lake. They took out a small section out so you can look down on it. Its called this because..its a mystery to why or how there is wood and a ladder at the bottom. The lake is 20 foot deep. They took a team down to carbon date it, and it started <span style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18.2000007629395px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">disintegrating </span></span>when they touched it. So they just left everything.<br />
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I highly recommend a stop to these places if you happen to be in the area!! </div>
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Thanks for checking in on us! I have a an update in the works! Stop by again soon!!</div>
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-48021541797153614032015-06-09T11:54:00.001-05:002015-06-09T12:02:43.296-05:00Lake of the OzarksA few years ago, Danny and I decided to let our boys pick where they would like to go for vacation...within reason...the summer going into their senior year. Jacob picked going to Lake of the Ozarks, where he wanted "a house on the water, in the middle of nowhere, and he wanted to fish for a whole week."<br />
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I found myself in a bit of a panic after we started in on the roads, and my phone switched to "SEARCHING" for service. It had NOTHING. I found later that if you went out to the middle to end of the dock, you had a few bars and at least could send a text out. We also had no internet. Dan and I discussed the feelings that came with being totally cut off, and came to the conclusion that it must be left over "sick-dad syndrome." We've taught ourselves to not be far from our phones or out of reach for so long, in case something happened. After the first day, I realized it was just fine to be out of reach, and actually enjoyed it by the time we left. And--who REALLY needs internet when you are at the lake???<br />
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Our house really was in the middle of no where. It took 30 mins of winding roads and hills to get us to and from town. I'll add that about halfway there, my motion sickness kicked in. I never felt sick when we were going TO town, but always did going BACK to the house.<br />
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THIS HILL!!! Was crazy!! Going DOWN it felt like you were going off a canyon. And we had to take our trash up to a dumpster...at the top of this hill and around another decent sized hill to an intersection. It was a quarter of a mile up and back...and let me tell you...if you ever want to feel what it's like to be an 80 year old cardiac patient with <span style="font-family: inherit;"><span id="yui_3_10_0_1_1433853161735_659" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Emphysema, just go here to the land of hills and stairs!! WOW. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">We had an amazing time. We ended up catching about 100 fish in our time there. We also enjoyed lots of other wildlife. As we went down to one of the roads going to our house for the first time, a red fox ran into the trees. We saw lots of deer, Pelicans, Egrets, chipmunks, lots and lots of different birds I've never seen or heard before, a flock of geese with goslings that just casually swam right by us one day, a big alligator turtle with 2 little babies that would sun on a log, and swim by like we were casual neighbors, and a cotton mouth snake who must have lived close, as we saw him several times. We also saw a pair of cardinals in the exact same spot every time we went to town. We even started looking for them, and always found them. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To save on our budget, we only ate out twice. It was only suppose to be once, but we ate at a place no one was really impressed with the first time, so we decided it didn't count. ;) I had menus planned for the entire week, and we cooked our meals at the house. I found it fun before the trip to plan out and came up with a few new things to try. One being:</span><br />
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The weekend and race were amazing. Lori and I took off on Saturday. We shopped, ate new food, and giggled randomly in the darkness when we should have been sleeping.<br />
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The race was just a wonderful experience. This was the biggest race I've ever done. With the 5 and the half, they announced there was 2,400+ runners. <br />
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I ended up taking over 4 mins off my last 5K time.<br />
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Which I will take!<br />
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This winter, after an attempt to run on a really cold day, I noticed I was wheezing. Not long after I was diagnosed with exercise induced asthma. (Yes, my post before this was about my cholesterol. I'm a mess.) This has taken me a little bit of getting used to. All this time I was convinced the reason I couldn't breathe was because I was fat and out of shape..which is still true! But I ended up being a little shocked at just how much AIR I WASN'T getting. It makes a world of difference when you can breathe!<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-9469923319836747582015-04-03T16:15:00.000-05:002015-04-03T16:17:19.557-05:00I LostA couple of weeks ago, Danny and I had went to our local health fair to have a lab work up. We placed a $5 bet on who had the better cholesterol levels. I knew I had that bad boy already in the bag.<br />
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I lost.<br />
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***I STINKING LOST!!***<br />
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ME!! The vegetable loving, greek yogurt eating, walking miles, race loving, ME ...LOST to my 3 at a time Jeno pizza, hostess donuts by the bag eating, bacon loving, husband<br />
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I opened up that envelope and ugly cried at my table. Danny quickly assured me he was SURE it was not so much as my diet, as it was my genes, and to make an appointment with our Dr. He was right.<br />
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This scares me so much. My grandmother and my father lost their lives from cardiac issues, as did one of my grandmother's brothers, at a really young age.<br />
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This wasn't going to happen to me. Come on! I don't smoke, eat pretty healthy already, I've lost weight, read labels, I give Danny so much crap for what he eats. I exercise pretty faithfully spring-fall..(Stupid winter)<br />
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I feel a lot better now that I have a plan with my Dr.<br />
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I was so stinking blindsided by this, and I really should have actually been expecting it.<br />
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I've also begged both of my siblings to go get theirs checked.<br />
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Danny's cholesterol numbers and some of his other tests weren't that whoopy either, so our kitchen has had a major food purge.<br />
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Let the adventures begin!!<br />
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Please pass the oatmeal...and the fish oil.<br />
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Bottoms up!!<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-30128896856426105342015-03-25T09:02:00.000-05:002015-03-25T17:29:56.503-05:00Spring is HERE!!I swear I'm here!!! Super busy, yet...there seemed nothing of importance to write about!!!<br />
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But Spring is here, and that is something to celebrate! It felt like the longest winter of my life...but we were also grieving for the second winter in a row...that makes for some really long and dark days. I'm also convinced I suffer from seasonal depression. Just when I think I can not stand it anymore, here comes spring!!<br />
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Let's see.. Golf has started for both my boys. That means our routine is shot, and we are trying to figure out the new one!! 9 more weeks until summer, and this mom can HARDLY wait!! Tristen has his first job, working at the same place as his Dad. Jacob was recently made part time supervisor at the grocery store he works at. I've got all the cool weather crops in my buckets, and will get my tomatoes and peppers in just as soon as they hit the shelves. Danny has his potatoes in the ground. The guys will be going to a pig auction this weekend, to pick up pigs for fair projects.<br />
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With spring comes babies, and we have several nestboxes of baby bunnies. Danny recently built is own barn, for his own project, and is already wanting to add on and expand. <br />
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We recently went to one of our favorite shows...The Windy Plains Spring Fling. This year it was held in Garden City. The last show I went to was in October, and that was just Tristen and I. The last show we went to as a family was almost a year ago. I was happy to load all of us up, and head out, with no thought at all at winning anything. I just wanted to see the people and be stuck in the car with my family for a few hours!!<br />
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Jacob no longer has rabbits, so he asked to take comments for a judge all day. He seemed to really enjoy his time. I received a 1st place Black SR buck Havana in one show, always getting beat my friend Sarah. Her rabbits are killer. (She later won BIS in BOTH shows in the Open, and also added a reserve or 2nd in the other)<br />
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Tristen won breed and best opposite Dutch in both youth shows. He was a bit shocked to see several exhibitors of Dutch and several varieties show up. (There aren't very many Dutch breeders in Kansas, these people had come in from Colorado) He won with a set of blues in one show, and a tort buck and a black doe in the other. He was trying to convince us to leave, before the Best in Show judging. He was tired, and "Dutch usually don't win BIS." Sarah and I both tried to tell him that yes, they do..and that we were not leaving.<br />
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The first show he put his tort up. I heard them announce the 1st and 2nd Reserve, and then I heard Best in show today will be the DUTCH.<br />
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Tristen's jaw hit the floor. And then the "we told you so's" started in.<br />
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This is Tristen's very first Best in Show and he won some cash. The tort was DONE and refuses to sit still any longer. <br />
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His tort, Wiggle, has done well for him every time he has shown him. But a few weeks after his last show, T and I were feeding in the barn, and heard someone start choking and coughing. It was him. The idiot had a mouthful of feed, got a drink, and choked up. I'll save you the details, but had we not been there, he would have been found dead in his cage, with us wondering what in the world happened. <br />
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Sometimes I think a kick butt show is almost better than a really bad one--Sunday found Tristen busy evaluating, culling hard, and breeding even harder, making soon-to-be hopefuls for the fall season.<br />
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I also came home with a breeding pair of mini satins, and a obber sweet Champagne buck, for a family in our town who is just starting in rabbits. And a very cute Havana doe I can't wait to grows a bit more so I can breed her!<br />
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On the way home, I thought about just how many places, experiences, and people we have met...that all started with a couple of 4-H rabbits named Carly and Bulls-eye.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-91381040950058030352014-12-30T13:11:00.000-06:002014-12-30T13:11:12.591-06:00Christmas VacationThe weekend after Christmas, my crew packed up mid morning and headed to Kansas City for a little mini Christmas vacation. <br />
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In a funny turn of events, I was laying on the bed girl talking with my sister on Thanksgiving Day, and it mentioned that we had got tickets to surprise the boys on Christmas morning. She acted shocked and then started laughing...she had gotten Tarquin tickets to the same game for Christmas!!!<br />
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So we met up and enjoyed a nice meal together Saturday evening. After our dinner, the guys and I headed to the Plaza to see the lights. I have heard about these lights for many years. This is one of the things Danny always talks about when he talks about his childhood Christmas's. It was so beautiful!! We were even stopped in the road for horse drawn carriages to cross...and now I've added going and doing that some year to my bucket list!!<br />
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The game was a dream come true for 3 out of 4 of us. The other one of us...well, I enjoyed the experience. But I'm not a cold weather person. Or a crowd person. Heights bother me. And loud and obnoxious drunk people annoy me. (Sheesh--I sound like I'm 100 years old, don't I?) But it was amazing to be with my guys!!<br />
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This Christmas was different AGAIN, with losing Danny's dad just a short few weeks ago. I feel like we still are trying to figure things out even still from losing my dad a year ago. I crave the holidays that feel whole and complete. Maybe they will again someday. Or maybe they won't ever be again. For the second year in a row we had sympathy cards mixed in with our Christmas cards. I have many of moments of didn't we just do this? and I can't believe we are doing this again.<br />
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That being said, I think we did great this Christmas. I carried on my theme from last year. Took pressure off and if we didn't REALLY want to do it, we didn't do it. We didn't get lights hung on our house. Christmas still came. I didn't want to make cinnamon rolls for Christmas morning. Danny threw in 2 rolls of Cinnabon cinnamon rolls when we were last minute shopping and called it good. Christmas still came. We laughed a lot. Some of us cried. We watched a lot of movies. Baked a lot of cookies, and one of us cried like a baby during Silent Night at the candle light service. (Is there anything more beautiful?)<br />
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Danny and I were about to burst with excitement about one of the gifts we got for our boys. Our daycare elf, Mistletoe Max, stuck around to help deliver it, Tristen has a love/hate..mostly hate..relationship with Max, so it was just icing on the cake I found a cute little elf jersey in the Halmark store.<br />
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Danny got me a Garmin watch to help with my running...so...I guess I HAVE to start running more now. He also gave me a skillet that says "Peace Love and Taco grease, some warm winter boots, and an Ipod dock so I can listen to my music MUCH louder while in the kitchen now!!<br />
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I was also SHOCKED when this CA-UTE little chair was carried into my living room. It was made by some of my favorite people in this entire world, and had been part of a scheme with my mother. I had been drooling over this chair on Facebook and still can't believe IT'S MINE!!!<br />
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My boys scored as well, but the favorite gift came from Grandma Glennda. She got both of them a little remote controlled drones, and feared they were too old for them. They literally messed around with those things all stinking day. I don't think any boy/man is "too old" for "toys" like that! We got Tristen a big drone, that records while it is in the air. Its pretty cool, and has already had to have been rescued several times from our Mulberry bush in our yard.<br />
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One of the best parts of our day was going out to check on the cows. We have 2 girls who are due anytime, and they've been checking bags and watching them close. Jacob told us Tristen's cow, Black Out was closer than his, but that he didn't think it would be soon. We loaded up, and went out. I said I thought there was going to be a baby. Jacob disagreed. I won. There was cute fluffy little black bull calf out with his momma at the bale. We don't know for sure, but I'm guessing she had him more on Christmas Eve..probably right after Jacob checked and claimed nothing was happening. hehe He was really clean and dry and was running around when we were out there.<br />
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I started off strong and then decided to just enjoy the experience.. which is code for...I totally fell apart. HAHA!! It wasn't the worst 5K I have ever done, but it wasn't my fastest. BUT--it was THE BEST TIME I have EVER had at a run. SO MUCH STINKING FUN!! I figured that made up for it! Nothing like stepping over antlers and Santa hats that had fallen off other runners.<br />
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I've got several posts in my head. Just need to work on getting them here. I promise I'll update soon!! In the meantime..hope all of you have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!! <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-65439034755009160842014-12-10T12:05:00.000-06:002014-12-10T12:05:09.396-06:00Thank YouTuesday, December 2nd, our family was hit with another hard loss. Within 6 hours of being exactly a year apart with my Dad, my father in law passed away.<br />
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<i>Chuck and Diane, with all their children: Danny, Tony, Chris and Sarah</i><br />
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Lying in bed this morning found me with my heart full and my eyes open, with my fingers needing to write.<br />
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How do you say THANK YOU, to a family who made the journey from Hungary to America, risking it all in a time that was treacherous, to find a better life? <br />
He was 11 years old when his family fled their country. I had known this since I had entered this family, but at the funeral home, listening to Chucks sister tell part of the story, the hair on my neck stood up and I REALLY finally understood. She talked about being a little girl, 8 years old, and her mother telling her they were going to for a walk and that she needed to put on 2 layers of clothes. And of them stopping at her grandmothers house, and her wrapping up food for them. Her mother crying, and her grandmother saying "You act like I'll never see you again." They couldn't tell anyone they were leaving. And she never did see her mother again. It took them a year before they made it to Kentucky, where Chuck would later meet Danny's mother. This story has been on Tristen's heart, and in the hunting section of Wal-mart, I felt him also grasp the full story. "If anything had been different, I wouldn't be here, would I?"<br />
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And because of Chuck's family, and their journey, my husband is first generation born American. <br />
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How do you say THANK YOU to a man who fought in Vietnam, not meeting his daughter until she was 7 months old. A man who wasn't born in America, but He KNEW what it was to be an American. He was one of the most patriotic people I have ever met, and his knowledge of world history was just absolutely crazy. <br />
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How do you say THANK YOU for raising the man you would marry? The man who would help me bring my babies into the world? <br />
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How do you say THANK YOU to a man who adored your children? (Well, not just mine. He adored ALL 13 of his grandchildren!) He taught them about food, and about chess, about saving money and being thrifty, about stamps and coins.. He taught them to be yourself. <br />
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How do you say THANK YOU to a man whose most important thing in life was his family. He was happiest with kids running around playing, and adults with bellies full, sitting around socializing. <br />
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<i>Chuck and Diane with kids and spouses: Me with Danny, Stacey and Tony, Chris and Penny, and Sarah..we were missing her husband Don. </i></div>
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How do you say THANK YOU for the life he lived? For the example of determination, and grit, and hard work. <br />
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How do you say thank you? I have no idea. <br />
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Thank you, Chuck Bruckner. <br />
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Thank you. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-64036446031616271792014-10-26T20:12:00.001-05:002014-10-27T07:35:02.531-05:00RUN RUN!! This past Saturday I completed my 3rd 10K in a year. After my last one, I experienced some health issues we've figured out, but I wasn't really sure I'd ever be able to do another one. (Quick--stop reading, Melanie! ;) )<br />
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But--I did!!<br />
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I didn't beat my fastest record, but I did beat my time from this race from last year. And I ran the fastest mile I have EVER ran. <br />
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The difference between the miles is pretty comical. Mile 1-3 I felt like I could finally call myself a runner, and kept up with the pack. After the 5K ended and I took the 10K turn off, I kinda questioned why I do this to myself! HAHA<br />
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Miles 1 and 4 were my fastest. The 5K course in it town, mostly on paved roads, which the 10K'ers do, but then it splits and the second half of the route is cross country.<br />
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<i>See..totally not kidding!! </i><br />
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<i>I was so happy to see this pumpkin! Only 2.2 more miles to go!! </i><br />
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After this part, it was all super sandy dirt roads with a bridge that makes me dizzy as I cross it. I passed mile 5 and then kinda fell apart at 5.5. . I'm not really sure what happened, if I just needed a little more fuel or if I just went to hard in the beginning, but I might have went faster if I had crawled. =P It was also very unseasonably hot that day, and that certainly didn't help. Was thrilled to cross that finish line. <br />
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These pictures were taken from the photographer that was there.<br />
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<i>Taken right at the starting line. See me in the pink shirt and black pants?</i><br />
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<i>See how I'm going one way, and my foot is going the other? THAT'S what GoRun was talking about! Perfect picture of it!*shaking my head* BTW--my feet felt GREAT!! Not even ONE blister!! </i><br />
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<i>At the finish line!! 6.2 miles! I did it!!! I'm ALIVE!!!!This was quickly followed by "Good Lord..I need to sit down." =) </i><br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-74624839900461521952014-09-18T10:01:00.002-05:002014-09-18T10:13:52.513-05:00ProgressHello? HELLO! Is this thing on?? I'm not sure I have have any readers left out there, but here I sit. I thought I'd update everyone on my journey.<br />
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My weight loss has come to a stand still since my Dad died. Because until recently...I honesty did not care. I'm grateful I have gained hardly any weight back, but it sure isn't moving the other way either. So..it IS time to get busy again. It's for sure a 2 steps forward, one step back thing. <br />
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I completed a 10K in Garden City Saturday. I ran A LOT. I have been working on a running program, and until this, I had only done 2 miles. I'm not really sure what I was thinking when I signed up, but I did finish and managed to take a personal record by taking off over 3 mins off my time from a 10K almost exactly a year ago. Maybe soon I'll actually TRAIN for a 10K and see what I can do! HA!<br />
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<i>You know the saying sometimes I open my mouth and my mother comes out? Well, this picture makes me laugh..because ALL I SEE is my mom!! ;) The older I get, the more she blinks back at me when I look in the mirror! This is the AFTER picture..see how red I am?? HAHA</i></div>
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I got REALLY tired around mile 4.5-5. The road we were coming off of seemed like it would never end. And then a song came on through my headphones that reminded me of Jamie. And of my Dad. <br />
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My heart and lungs are strong enough to do whatever I ask them to do. I'm alive. I suddenly felt super silly for feeling tired, and told myself to NUT UP, BUTTERCUP. I plowed through those last few miles and felt great as I crossed that line.<br />
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My recovery time has been much easier this time. I had some butt/ back of the thigh pain, and was super stiff. But--no blisters, no shin pain, no knee pain. God Bless you, GoRUN, for my new shoes!! <br />
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I also realized that while I may not think much is changing scale wise, I CERTAINLY would not have signed up to do 6 miles, "just for fun" a year and a half ago. <br />
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Progress is STILL progress, no matter how slow, or what form it shows itself! Must keep telling myself this!<br />
<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-50809510790800640562014-09-08T11:58:00.000-05:002014-10-06T14:24:24.229-05:00Feels Like Fall Today in SC Kansas, it feels like falls.<br />
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The boys have started school. I have a junior and a freshman in my house. Tristen had the normal freshman jitters, but after the first day of not being able to find his classes and almost walking in to the girls bathrooms, he claims its "just school" now. I don't really enjoy sending my boys to school. It nothing to do with a school issue. I just like having them around. ;) This year I get to sleep in bit longer. For the first time ever both my boys are in the same school in the same town we live in. Now, the time Tristen was getting out bed, was the time he was getting on the bus in previous years.<br />
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This season also found us with another first. For the first time since Jacob was a 4th grader..I have no one playing football. My feelings change a lot on this. As tired and worn out as I'm feeling these days, I'm mostly thankful, mixed with just a bit of sadness.<br />
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Tristen sent off his German Chocolate Cake Friday morning to the state fair, and was THRILLED to see it earned him a blue ribbon!<br />
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Our family recently went to Kansas City and took in a Royals game. Tristen and Danny are huge fans. Jacob and I..well, we enjoyed the experience. ;) Out of the 4 of us, 3 of us are not city people, and couldn't wait to be back at home to our sleepy little town. It WAS fun!<br />
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<i>Pre-game--hoping to get a warm up ball. </i></div>
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My garden has really produced this year!! I have many jars of canned jalapenos, banana peppers, and okra. My freezer is full of pretty tomatoes that I'll turn into salsa when things slow down a bit.<br />
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I'm sure every family goes through this, but Dan and I are on a mission to de-stress our family as much as possible right now. This has resulted in a step down on a board, downsizing on a couple of things, asking for help, and the admittance of "if it doesn't get done right now, the world will not end," and not feeling guilty about saying NO when asked to do something I don't have time for or just don't want to do. (I'm getting better at this one.) My boys didn't complete their record books for 4-H this year. Guess what.. I'm almost positive they will still grow up and be productive members of society. <br />
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Back in January I started a running program and then had to stop for health reasons. I have recently found one that I LOVE, and have really taken off with it. I'm slow. Painfully of slow. But I love it. Recently I started having some knee issues, and decided I probably needed new shoes. So, my very loving, tired of hearing her complain, husband drug my butt to GoRun to be fitted. I wasn't sure what to to expect, but the very sweet girl looked at my shoes, and how they were wearing, watched me walk away from her, and then back, and then made me run on a treadmill while a high speed camera recorded my feet.<br />
I'm not sure why it bothered me so much. But I was MORTIFIED! and HORRIFIED. Its really no wonder my knees had been hurting. Or that my ankles just haven't snapped right off.<br />
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I over pronate. When I run, I turn my foot out, land on the side of my foot, roll it in, and then step and repeat. Danny loved it, and made sounds like we were passing a really gruesome accident on the high way. After trying on a stack of shoes, I put on the ones that were MADE FOR ME. They have taken away every ache and pain I had. Like walking on clouds. I highly recommend getting fitted! I just wish I would have done it sooner!!<br />
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And this past weekend, we partied hard as this little cutie turned one year old.<br />
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<i>Michelle, Tarquin, and Jayden Michael, the brown eyed ball of sunshine.</i></div>
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I'm constantly amazed at how fast life can change in a year, both good and bad. <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-8278680718110693672014-07-27T13:10:00.000-05:002014-07-28T18:45:19.662-05:00Dodge City Days 5KSaturday morning my best friend Lori and I headed to Dodge to participate in the Dodge City Days 5K.<br />
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Why is this a big deal? Well, you would just have to know our track record for girls day out isn't very good. I know we've made it to at least one, in crappy weather and we should have probably just stayed home that time! Someone always seemed to be sick, or the weather uncooperative. The last time we planned to do something together, we were suppose to go Christmas shopping. We buried my Dad that day instead.<br />
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I got to her house, 30 mins away, around 6:20am, and then we headed to Dodge.<br />
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Those of you that are familiar with Dodge City, the course was UP second street (street by the steer.), around the school, through part of the civic center, around some residential area, back down by the school, and DOWN second street to where we began. <br />
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I had a certain time I wanted to hit. I didn't hit it, but had just over a 15 min mile through the entire race. Which I don't find bad for a occasional run/ mostly walker going up and down hills, but I was still a little bummed. I stayed with Lori for about 10 seconds as we started. Ever see a Yugo race a Corvette? It was a bit like that. Me: I'm running. I'm staying with everyone. Look--there's Lori. Hi, Lori!!..This is going to ROCK.....Ahh, lordy....my lungs are burning... do blood clots burn? ...can ankles snap off??...that 80 year man just passed me...walking is cool... No shame in walking. <br />
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The hills were wicked and my calves were burning just walking to the line to begin. As I got into it, I was SURE my phone app wasn't working and that I was probably at LEAST half done. About that time, the app kicked on, telling me I had gone 0.60 of a mile. =-O I'm sure my tears were just mistaken for sweat. hehe <br />
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Hills or not...it was A BLAST!!! <br />
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Lori got 1st for her age group, and I didn't come in last.<br />
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Success!!! <br />
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While walking the strip of sidewalk that had farmer's market type tables set up, I found a lady selling Iris bulbs, and came home with Mariachi Music, Vandal Spirit, Silver back, Keeping up Appearances, and Feature Attraction. I can't wait to see how they all do!<br />
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Thanks for the great day, Lori!! =) When can we do it again??<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-64672931552724884662014-07-20T15:05:00.002-05:002014-07-20T15:12:06.660-05:00County Fair 2014Whew!! Thank goodness this week is over. I feel like I have been ran over by a train, and guessing from the kid in his bed, sleeping at 12:51 in the afternoon, and the other 2 men flopped on the couch, they are feeling the same way!<br />
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Here are our results from the fair!<br />
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For level 2 foods, Tristen made a German Chocolate Cake, Orange Chiffon Cake, and Peanut Butter Sandwich cookies. He was awarded Champion level 2 with his German Chocolate Cake. This is his Dad's favorite cake, and we've now tried several different recipes. This one, though, is a keeper and the new favorite! He got to take it to the auction. His other goodies got state fair blues.<br />
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He also entered a flag case, and got reserve. This flag case will be given to my mom, to put the flag in that was on top of my dad's casket.<br />
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Rabbits he was awarded both Grand and Reserve with Tort Dutch.<br />
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And his steer got a blue. The steers are a long and dramatic story, but I'll just say we are all kind of glad to be done for a while. He also got a blue in Beef showmanship.<br />
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Jacob took a rocket this year. It was a level 5, and about half way though I wasn't sure he would be able to complete it! Things flying across the room usually are not a good sign! (There wasn't even a level 5 to mark on the report you have to check in into the fair. Only through 4. It was pretty wicked!) He did, and flew it successfully. Despite a few problems, he was still awarded Grand Champion with it.<br />
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He made fishing pole holder for our house, and got Grand on it. He's run out of places to put things for his room..his mother may or may not take this to her advantage with "suggestions" on projects to make!<br />
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He took 3 rabbits...2 which were really really young, and one that was really too old. He's been working hard on them, just doesn't have much show wise right now. Those that he took got blues. <br />
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His steer also got a blue, as well as blue in Beef Showmanship. Jacob was awarded the small animal herdsmanship award.<br />
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I entered 3 pictures, one receiving a red, the other 2 blues. I took a plate of pretty green peppers from my garden, and got a blue, and took 2 jars of Monster Energy Jelly. I was hoping for a blue, figured I would get a red, because its just really a strange thing, but couldn't believe it when Tristen sent a text saying they had slapped a grand champion ribbon on my jars! I also took 4 rabbits to our fair. My Havana doe got Grand. I have been itching to get her to a show. She's a senior now, but hasn't been able to get to a show because she was born at a weird time. Too young for this show, out of coat for this one... I'm not sure I'm going to keep her to show, or if I should just get her bred. Hmmm. Anyway, the reserve went a a little chocolate mini rex of mine.<br />
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All and all, it was a good fair. I think we just have so much going on, both on the schedules, and in our hearts, that we just weren't all there this year. I usually love fair week. I also think having a fair board member in our family adds to it. Though the drama doesn't really involve me, I KNOW about what goes on or what issues come up. I think people would really be surprised and shocked at some of the things these guys deal with. <br />
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On to next year! Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-35421518953021155902014-06-23T14:46:00.000-05:002014-07-02T10:34:46.667-05:00A Real UpdateI thought it was about time to update about this little family.<br />
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Our biggest and most exciting news is...I will have a new kitchen soon! Ours in in major need of updating.. And I'm not talking about new paint or hardware. All the existing cabinets will be ripped out, as well as the floor.<br />
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I also should tell you...Melanie and Sara..close your ears...I hate this stuff. HATE!!! Where most girls get excited over picking out all these fun things...I can't stand it. It overwhelms me. I think I've made all the decisions on things--except for our new wall color. This stuff is really hard for me for some reason.<br />
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So, the wood, the crown molding, the bead board, are all ordered. I've picked out counter top, back splash, pulls and knobs, and flooring.. to be picked up next week. <br />
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I also should mention that I don't do well with mess and disorganization of my life...this should be interesting! <br />
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Our area has been blessed with rain. Not enough to break us out of the drought category, but enough to surely help, and to make the plants and grass super happy. I am once again doing containers for my garden, and tripled what I had this year. I haven't been disappointed, and I'm not sure I'll ever want to put a garden in the ground again!! I added 3 pots of sugar snap peas, which are about done now, but did fabulous, watermelon.-we've got 5 set!-- spaghetti squash, jalapenos, cabbage, and corn. I repeated the banana peppers, green peppers, okra, as well as several pots of herbs. My tomatoes I stuck in the mineral tubs. Last year I put them in little pots. They did ok, but are doing really well in the tub! I also grew cucumbers for the first time ever. My dad had a giant metal pot he always tried to grow them in after he was unable to do a garden. I say tried, because he never could get them past a certain point. My mom gave me the pot early this spring and I figured out I'm pretty sure Dad's problem was a water issue. I always water them for about 5 seconds past what I think is good...that pot is hot, and dries out fast. Anyway, I've picked 5 now. They make me smile, and reminds me of him. He's probably really happy, or really irritated with me! ;)<br />
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Jacob has had a busy summer so far. Every morning he runs out to care for 4-H steers and the bucket calf. And then checks his string of traps. He's licensed with the State of Kansas as a nuisance wildlife controller. Its one of those things you probably wouldn't think of being too much of a need, but the kid stays really busy. He recently snagged a 45# beaver and has even trapped a few at our local lake for the city. He recently went to a 4-H camp as a counselor, got home, did laundry, packed and left the next morning for our vacation. And works part time at our local grocery store. I hope he still has this energy when he's my age! ;)<br />
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Tristen is in full summer mode, and has the tan to prove it!! Still undecided if he will play HS football in the fall. He's loaded up on Dutch babies at the moment, all in the super cute bounce around stage,but are starting to crap in the water bowls, so the cuteness is about over. ;) Still trying to finalize fair plans, which is coming up fast!<br />
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Danny is nursing what I think is a mean case of whiplash at the moment. He was was helping halter break 4-H steers, and Jake's steer kinda went one way, Dan pulled the other, and then they both kinda released into each other. I thought they had actually bumped heads, but they didn't. Dan immediately knew he was going to be sore, and sure enough. He's kinda doing the whole body turn to look to the side.<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-21120776433215705012014-06-21T07:40:00.000-05:002014-06-21T08:04:47.597-05:00Vacation WeirdnessI'm not sure I've ever confessed this before on here. So here it is: I love cemeteries. Ok..yes. That DOES sounds really bizarre..and creepy. Not just ALL cemeteries...Because, you know THAT REALLY would be weird. I love the the really old ones, or the old sections of cemeteries. To me, if feels like a history lesson. I love to just wander through and read the dates, and how detailed they used to be with the stones. Such as: Aged 35 years, 2 months, and 3 days. I often wonder what happened to the family. Do their ancestors know they are here? What killed the person? Was it an accident? An outbreak of something we are now vaccinated against? A defect that is considered a routine procedure to fix today? <br />
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While vacationing in Galveston Island, we had drove by one that had caught my attention, and I later stumbled across it on a tourist page...did you know you can actually pay to TAKE CEMETERY TOURS?? Anyway, I finally convinced my family to stop. <br />
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This is Calvary Catholic Cemetery, and has some of the most amazing headstones I have ever seen. And I also found it very sad. Due to flooding from hurricanes, a lot of the stones are broken and fallen over. Some have been moved in flood waters and just left where they landed when the water receded. You will be walking around and there will be a random stone. Some are just laying in the walkway, or they would be toppled over or just part of a broken stone. We also saw stones just laid flat down together and clusters of stones propped up against other stones. <br />
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There are also quite a few mausoleum's, which I had never seen before. Some are sloped inwards on both sides towards the center from the floods, with cracks in the stone, and it seems any moment they will fall in. You almost don't want to walk close to them. Some of them I found just weird. They were so short, with roofs sticking out of the ground and little round 4ft wooden doors that would have been perfect for a garden gnome. I read later...These doors would have been 6 to 7 feet tall but the level of the island was raised after the Storm of 1900. So, the rest of the mausoleum is buried. (Obviously some of the mausoleum's were either built after the raising, or manually raised up with the raising of the island, but others were just left buried.) Many of them had broken windows-- gone for many years, and if one gets
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rest, and beautiful old ornate stone floors...and birds nesting inside. (An estimated 6 to 10,000 people died in the Great Storm of 1900. Google and read about it sometime. My great-great grandmother survived this storm. My mom said my great grandmother would tell the stories she had heard from her mother. Terrible stories. Imagine--had she taken shelter in a different place, she may have been one of the many who perished...and entire generations of people in my family, wouldn't have even been born-- myself included.) <br />
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Because of this raising of the island, this means this cemetery is "layered." After the storm, another layer of coffins was just added on top of the other. Weird, huh? <br />
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I hope the creepiness of this post didn't cause me to lose some readers! ;) Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-71494598352189621972014-06-18T13:44:00.001-05:002014-06-18T15:37:49.157-05:00Galvestion Island 2014About a month after my Dad died, I quietly obsessed in my mind about going to be the beach. One random morning, Danny sits down for coffee, and says "Let's go back in June. Book it!" We didn't really have the extra money, nor did I feel like I could take any time off work since I had taken a week off just in December, but by the time he came home for lunch that day, I had the process started for staying in the exact same house we had the year before. It felt a little like we were going home, and that is exactly what Tristen blurted out as we turned on Seawall for the first time.<br />
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I find it a little funny how a born and raised Kansas girl can love the beach so stinking much. But I can tell you for the first time in 6 months, I felt like I was at peace. Total, beautiful, much missed, peace.<br />
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On the trip up there, my guys had decided a stop in Dallas was a must to Gas Monkey garage,(From FAST AND LOUD, a show on Discovery.) and then on to the Gas Monkey Bar and Grill. I was a little out of my element, and I'm pretty sure the waiters were reading lips taking our orders, because it was LOUD, but everyone had a lot of fun and the food was fabulous!(I may need to wax my chest...I<span style="color: #0000ee;"> <span style="color: black;">think</span></span> I spouted some chest hairs while there!!) We also stopped there again on the way back for lunch. <br />
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<i>Historic high water levels at the museum. See that spot way above my 5 foot 5 inch kid? That was from The Great Storm of 1900. Can you imagine?</i></div>
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-34521001053436385652014-05-08T17:05:00.000-05:002014-05-08T17:23:14.441-05:00TaffyMy Dad's dog, Taffy, left us today.<br />
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Sunday, she played her favorite game one last time...chase the water hose...and today..she left to go find my Dad.<br />
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Anyone who says an animal is JUST an animal...never met my Dad's dogs. <br />
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Taffy's entire life was devoted to him. She followed him from room to room. She kept him company when he became home bound. When he wasn't feeling good, she didn't leave his side. She ADORED him. ADORED. She spent every moment of her life, if he was home, with him. She even rode to town with him in the patrol car to get the mail before he had to give that up. She loved nothing more than a good car ride. And a good game of roll the hedge apple down the driveway. <br />
She loved water. Ever see a cat chasing a laser pointer or a piece of
yarn? That's what she would do when you tried to water the flowers. Her
ears would perk up, her tail would start wagging, and it would be on.
In the twitch of the water hose, she'd turn into a pup again.<br />
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Taffy had coat of long beautiful shiny black hair. She was some sort of border collie mix. She had
expressive brown eyes, that oozed love. She used to lay her head on my
Dads lap when he was sitting in his wheelchair and just look at him. "What? What, Taff??, he'd whisper to
her. Thump-thump-thump would go her tail, but she would never break eye contact with him. <br />
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One day, right after my dad died, Danny and I, and my brother and sister were at the farm. We were looking for pictures to take to the funeral home. Hospice had just come and taken all the medical equipment, and the house felt cold and sad. Taffy came out of her hiding spot, and cowered her way over to me. I sat down, and realized every feeling that *I* was feeling...was mirrored in her eyes. She was lost. And scared. Didn't know her place or what she was suppose to be doing anymore. Confused, and so tired. I remember I just laid my head down on her head, and just cried. She just sat there, and didn't move, and let me cry.<br />
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She never was the same after Dad died.<br />
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And Sunday..we removed my Dad's bed. It was like she couldn't stand it anymore. And she turned her light off. <br />
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Dad had another dog named Tuffy. She died of cancer a few years ago at the ripe old age of 16. As she was taking her last breaths, my Dad bent down and whispered to her. "Go find a good tree, lie down, and wait. I'll be there soon." And I know she did. I've thought a lot about that since losing my Dad, and what a reunion that had to have been. <br />
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And I know they were right there waiting on Taffy. Oh, how I bet that tail was a thumping when she saw them again.<br />
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Run and play hard, sister! Thank you for loving Dad, and keeping him company all those years. Make him go find you a water hose.<br />
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And tell him how much we miss him. <br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-22406425496652735972014-05-06T11:30:00.001-05:002014-05-06T11:30:42.661-05:00Is it SUMMER yet? I promise I haven't forgotten about my blog. I'm trying to survive to end of the school year. When the insane schedules will stop. And I can stop handing over lunches and money. And keep track of where my children are at. For real--my kid went to an FFA contest a couple of weeks ago. I thought he had gone music contest in Pratt. Danny said nope, he's at FFA in Scott City. Turns out, we were both wrong and he was at Liberal. Comical, yes. But not a very good feeling when you can't even keep track of where your kids are at.<br />
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We are gearing up for Tristen's 8th grade graduation. We have a heck of a party planned. I don't do big elaborate birthday parties, so this has been a change and a lot of fun for me. I can't believe he's going to be heading to high school. I AM THRILLED both of my kids will be back in the same school, and in the same town we live in, for the first time!<br />
Tristen recently attended his first Dutch Nationals. It was held in Hutchinson. None of his rabbits placed, but he wasn't surprised. He hadn't been very excited about what he was taking. Usually you breed specifically for a big show like this, but he couldn't get any of his to breed or take.<br />
He's currently busy with track, and has been enjoying long jump. He's also running the 2 mile this year. HATED it in the beginning, but it grew on him enough to stay in the event. He stays pretty consistent speed wise. <br />
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He also had a recital for The Studio he takes classes with every Friday. He never really talked much about it, but seemed to really enjoy it. So we were a little shocked to see him master THIS:<br />
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He had told me that he had done this in class, but was so flippant about it. He also managed to flip and land on his feet every time he hit springboard. I've decided this HAS to be some sort of "Bruckner" trait, as it most CERTAINLY is NOT anything he got from MY side. =P<br />
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As I type this, Jacob is in Manhattan. He got to go there for livestock judging for state FFA contests. He's also now licensed in the state as a nuisance wildlife controller...which means he can trap nuisance animals out of season. He has to be the youngest in the state. You have to 16 to test, and he tested a week after his birthday. Hes been keeping really busy, and has caught several beavers.<br />
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His mother, however, can't seem to get him to snag the MOLES that are DESTROYING her new rosebushes. ;) He stays busy with work, feeding his 4-H steers and bucket calf every morning before school, golf, and always seems to be running around on a mission on some sort. He recently made the decision to be baptized. (We all had heavy hearts that evening, sitting in those church pews, missing my dad. We decided....that he WAS there... and surely had the very best seat in the house!) It was one of those moments in your child's life, that you want to remember forever. Every single detail. <br />
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Tristen and I have our "garden" all planted. We are doing all containers again this year, but have quadrupled what we did last year. This year we are trying a variety of corn made for containers, watermelon, cucumbers and spaghetti squash, all in containers. The research I've done says that yes, all of these can be grown successfully in containers, so we are experimenting!!! Tristen is growing his own stuff separate for his 4-H horticulture project, and has even harvested his own broccoli! For the first time ever, we planted cabbage, broccoli and peas early enough they all really thrived. We also more than doubled our Okra, and added a few herbs. Someday I'd like to have a full sized in the dirt garden again. But until our lives settle down just a little bit..this way of gardening is WONDERFUL and PERFECT!!!<br />
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<br />To all your tired and weary mommas....hang on! Summer is coming! </div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11444906851048479864noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8353157172028779484.post-91437053839710113112014-03-24T13:59:00.003-05:002014-03-24T13:59:51.790-05:00Me UpdateI'm not sure if anyone remembers, but around this time last year I was on a mission to change my eating habits. I had challenged myself for 12 weeks, joined Walk Kansas, and stopped drinking soda. I ended up losing a much needed 40 lbs.<br />
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**I still am not drinking soda. My name is Becky, and it has been a year and 3 months since soda has touched my lips. <br />
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And now:<br />
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I have joined Walk Kansas again, and am on a team that really pushes ourselves. I felt I was having some addiction issues with sugar, so I pulled A.L.L refined sugar a month...A MONTH!!..ago. I've learned more about sugar during this time than I have my entire life. I had a rough 3 days, and then suddenly the clouds parted and the sun came out and I felt better than I have in YEARS!! YEARS!!!! I WILL eat cake and yummies someday soon. This is just something I needed to do at the moment to get myself in check again. <br />
I'd like to get 20 more pounds off this during this Walk Kansas challenge.<br />
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Sometimes the journey seems long. And unreachable.<br />
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And then I look back...<br />
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and can see just how far I have come.<br />
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I really can do this! <br />
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