Last summer, I had all these high hopes about homeschooling. For instance:  We will have all our work done by 1:00 pm, be out doing all sorts of extra curricular activities and my house would be spotless.

May I just say, none of these things have EVER happened.  Seasoned homeschoolers are laughing hysterically all over the US.  I homeschool ONLY ONE KID.  Why can't I achieve this?  For months now, I have beat myself up over not making these goals (truth be told, on more than one occasion I am sure I have laid a guilt trip on "The Red One" as well.)

In my old life (that is, before marriage, before moving here to So. Central PA and way before adoption and kids with ADHD, emotional issues and tons of baggage) I was a health care administrator. I supervised staff, did paperwork, gave lectures and prepared advertising and met with prospective clients and their families. I wore nice clothes (dresses even--shudder), high heels and maintained my Day Timer as if it was my life (come to think of it, it contained most of my life from pictures to computer discs to appointment schedules and meeting notes).  Before that, I was a team leader who designed and wrote curriculum for adults with developmental disabilities. I gave seminars and speeches. I trained staff.  I even wrote curriculum for my church when I was the Sunday School Admin.--I wrote the curriculum for about 250 kids from nursery to senior high.  I was organized, well put together and  my house was virtually spotless about 80% of the time.  I exercised, socialized and made it to places ON TIME.  People who know me since I have been married have never seen me in a dress much less high heels. They know me to be 'always running late' and to always have a messy house (this is the one I loathe the most)

I have written numerous schedules, how-to's, plans, goals, ideas and lists of "what to do today"  for my son.  He resists them all.  I have copied, printed, hung up, purchased incentives of all kinds, etc. all in an attempt to help him to maintain his classes.  He has resisted them ALL. I feel like a failure.

What have we learned?  Well, first of all, Chris HATES, LOATHES and generally holds in contempt any and all hand writing.  He is horrible at math (but not geometry).  He loves to read and use the computer.

 We have been doing a combination curriculum of PACE for etymology and math and SOS for the other classes.  Next year will, we will not do the PACEs.  We will do more computer things.  I will make him do some writing in his journal daily (i have let this go by the wayside as well).  We will schedule weekly extra curricular activities even if he hasn't accomplished all of his other work.  We will do only one class on the weekends (yes, we DO do work on the weekends because he doesn't accomplish everything on the weekdays!) AND, I will cut him some slack.

I have also learned that I really like this kid.  He is funny, smart, intelligent (frustrating, infuriating...oops...i was looking at the positives) and really fun to be around.  I have seen him grow, despite how hard it is to get him to do anything on my time table...or anyone else's for that matter.

Chris is a sensitive kid who has always had a hard time expressing himself.  He gets mad inside because no one ever asked his opinion or what he wanted to do before being adopted by Big D and I.  He had big ideas and feelings that no one took the time to get them out of him. 

Now, we do lots of talking and he is beginning (just beginning, mind you) to talk about how he FEELS about things.  The boy is a deep well.  It is amazing to me how little he understood about his adoption and how little he remembers...on the surface.  If I show him pictures of his past, sometimes it triggers memories, but it is actually places and activities that seem to trigger more memories. 

He also learns this way, too.  He is definitely a kinesthetic learner.  He also retains more when he reads it AND hears it.  I have been downloading his reading  books so that he can retain more information about them.  He can tell a story, but not write it.  He can answer questions about the things he has done and read, but you have to ask lots of questions to get past eh surface answers...the one or two word answers.  He CAN actually give information to put into an essay or report---but it has to be verbally with some guided questioning.  He does really well that way.  What teacher has time to do this in private school, much less public school?

This year has not gone as I had hoped it would.  It IS definitely going.  He has a consistent low 90's GPA and we are on schedule to complete in early June.  I am worried about our year end evaluation as I had to change the "rules" set down by the curriculum and Bridgeway Academy to fit Chris's needs.  I am concerned that I will be judged "not suitable" to homeschool my son.  I further worry that he will give one word answers and not remember what he has learned---who am I kidding??? he WILL do this because he is on the shy side, he gets anxious about being tested or proved.

I am praying that we will be ok and that we will get more time to refine and improve our school. I also pray that when Chris looks back on this time together he finds it worthwhile and wonderful....I know, despite my complaining that I already do.

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Here are the pictures that went along with the Christmas card:

Christopher, 14.5 years old with my sister-in-law's horse, Lightening.


Paul, 16


the sweet view from where I stand....

Chris: "It's not my fault. He won't sit still"
(notice who is tickling whom!)


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Wow, it has now been months since I last updated.  A lot has happened.  I am going to enter the text of my Christmas Card newsletter (yeah, I am one of those kind of card senders).  2007 was a rough year...especially at the end.

 I am going to try to write more frequently (didn't I say that before?--how does everyone here...there and everywhere DO it?? how can writing happen each day, be insightful and funny, heart warming and thoughtful??  aaaahhhhhh the pressure!)

Ok, here is the Christmas card letter (sanitized with names removed/edited)

We trust, as always that your year has been happy and healthy. 

Our year was uneventful until this fall.  Seems every year we go along kind of normal and (a bit ) boring until fall comes. 

Paul and Chris turned 16 and 14 1/2 this fall.  Daniel is now 22 months.

Chris has been homeschooled this year.  I now have an even greater appreciation of the hard work his teachers have done over the years.  We always knew he was a bit of a dreamer, but his ADHD really does get in the way of his ability to focus on his school work.   It takes him such a long time to complete an assignment...irregardless of my being with him (cracking the whip :-) ) or not.  However, despite this he has achieved straight A's--even in math. 

Paul is back in public school.  He has an A in his Agricultural class. He seems to really enjoy the variety of training he is receiving in that class.  He has been spending 2 afternoons a week with his Uncle Rod and cousin, Jeremy, at Jeremy's repair shop.  They have really taken him under their wing.  This summer, he helped to rebuild a classic tractor.  They entered it in a few tractor pulls at area fairs.  They did quite well and Paul even won a monetary prize for winning some "Pulls".

Daniel is growing like a weed.  He loves his dog and cats, the snow ("woe"), Rachel Ray, Bindi Irwin, his cousins, Andy (and Andy's tractors), Josiah, Josh and Noah, and anything on wheels.  We were very blessed on November 30th when Daniel finally became legally ours.  It had been a long year waiting for that to finally come to pass.  Now he is ours and we couldn't be any happier.

On November 7, Dan and I celebrated 9 years as man and wife.  I can hardly believe it has been that long....but then it doesn't seem that long at all.  We unfortunately had to have our dog, Scooby, put to sleep.  He injured himself one day while we were not at home.  Our vet and his team tried for 5 days to get him back on his feet, but Scooby just couldn't do it.  He was almost 10 years old.  He was a great boy and we still miss him.

On November 18th, my Grandpa Woodward went to be with the Lord.  I can hardly believe that he is gone.  He has always been such an integral part of my life that I am having a hard time processing the fact that he is no longer here.  Daniel and I were blessed to be able to see him the day before he passed.  We were making plans for him to come home (from the rehab home he was in) but God had different plans.  Those of you that maintain a prayer list, please add my Grandma (Alberta) to your list.  She and my Grandpa have been married since she was 17.  This March would have marked their 70th wedding anniversary.

The day before Thanksgiving, Dan suffered a gall bladder attack.  The tests showed that not only does he have gall stones, but also a cyst and tumor on his kidney.  We were very concerned until his appointment with the specialist.  Thankfully, neither the cyst or the tumor are to be worried over.  He does have some issues with his bladder though the doctor says it can be treated with medications.  Dan is never sick and this really sent us for a loop.  But God is faithful.  We would not have known about the other issues had he not had the gall stones.  He never would have had an ultrasound of his tummy without them!

We are eagerly awaiting the return of the "boring" spring and summer months here at our house :-).  Attached are pictures of the boys:  Paul's school picture, Chris with my sister-in-law's horse, Lightening and Danny during our first snow with the first "woe ball" (snow ball) that he made himself, and a picture of Danny from my perspective.  His happy little face is what I am blessed to look down upon whenever we are out walking.

Wishing you all a very blessed Christmas season and a wonderful New Year--Please keep in touch.

Dan and Kim, Paul, Chris and Daniel




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I am finding that I cannot organize myself to write daily.  I had high hopes, but perhaps I am just not ready to do that much writing.  So, I decided to do a 'week in review' thingy and see how that works.

This past week I am incredibly grateful for my husband.  We celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary on the 7th.  Our meeting and marriage was truly God ordained (I still believe this--even after all these years). 

We met on AOL--Literally.  I know that seems to happen a lot now, but it seems like it wasn't so popular then.  I had been dating a lot of creeps (of course, you find that when you are on-line). I was very interested in one guy, but his plans did not line up with mine (he wasn't looking to get married--i was). 

So, I browsed through AOL's profile listings for men who were: Single, Christian, interested in Children's Ministry and within a certain age range (can't remember the exact range) 7 guys came up.  I wrote all of them with some kind note about what I was looking for and asking them specifically about their faith and their interest in Children's Ministry.  Dan was the only guy to write back.  A bit later, when we were talking more, we talked about how I found him.  When I looked at his profile more closely, it didnt list him as interested in Children's Ministry.  He never was interested in Children's Ministry.  He repeated the search and I repeated the search.  Neither of us could get his profile to come up again. We got the other 6 guys plus one different guy...from Kimberly, Idaho (of all places)

Dan and I began talking sometime around his birthday in February 1998.  We met face to face on June 2.  We chose a place about halfway between us: Welsboro, PA.  A cute, historic and quaint little town in northern PA.  I went to visit his hometown on June 27th.  I met some of his family (he is the youngest of 8 kids) 

Dan took me on a walk to look at his property and get some pretty views of his home and the town.  We took a walk thru the woods and he suddenly asked me: "What's that?". From my perspective, there was a tree root and a HUGE spider web...complete with spider.  In my head I am thinking, "oh great, he has brought me out here to scare me with huge spiders".  He moves me over and points out a small, white box in the root of the tree.

When he opened it, it was an engagement ring....with a small light on it.  It was dark in the woods and the small light made the ring just sparkle in the shadows.  He dropped to his knee and quoted a poem he had written for the occasion.  I, of course said, YES!

We were married in my home church that November 7.  It hasn't been easy.  I left home, family, friends and career for a small town filled with strangers.  Due to distance, we hadn't spent that much time in each others presence.  But, we made a commitment before God.  We work it out cuz, in our minds it is that or live in strife and unhappiness.  Divorce is never an option for us.

Dan is a godly and patient man.  He loves me no matter what.  How can anything be better?

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Yesterday seems to have been a day of growing for Little D. 

Yesterday, he grabbed his diaper (he was wearing it) said: "Momma, poop" and led me to the mudroom (where our downstairs powder room is located).  Now, he isn't allowed in the mudroom without supervision as the kitty litter boxes are there...and well, temptation for a toddler...eeewwww.

Anyway, when he turned 18 months the doctor suggested we get a potty chair and set it out and talk about it, etc.  We did and since then, I have made a point to announce that I was 'going to the bathroom' whenever I did.  He began to grab at himself and we would ask if he needed to be changed.  As we changed him we would praise him and talk about what he had done, etc.

Now, he is telling us when he has to go (he has finished about 70% of the time before he announces it) and the race to the potty begins.  He gets a (1) M&M or York Peppermint ball (they come in a silver tin and are one of his obsessions) if he does anything resembling 'going potty'.  He thinks its cool.   I think it's cool too as the first time he did it, he actually did BOTH on the toilet and not in his diaper. 

I realize that he is very young (he is 20.5 months) and that this may be (probably is) a passing phase, but I find it really cool that he is doing it...that he self-initiated it....and that I am so laid back about it.  I confess that I always considered potty training and teaching reading to be the most difficult and stress filled of milestones (until the teen years that is).  I will have to remember writing this if he still isn't 100% potty trained by the time he is 4. (seriously, i will have had him to the doctors before then...or am I being too nutty about it?)

Also yesterday, Little D starting jumping.  No, not off things...he has unfortunately been doing that since he was about a year old  (my hairdresser really likes him--and our oldest teen--both of them have been turning my hair grey.--{it isn't my age...no! it isn't}  she is enjoying the money she is making coloring my hair.).  Just standing in one place with his legs together bending at the knees and jumping in place.  He thinks he's cool.  I think he's brilliant. 

He jumped so much that he tired himself out.  Then he started to fall over and laugh and laugh until I told him he was going to hurt himself...but no one listens to a prophet in their own home.  Wouldn't you know, just as I said that and was going over to get him on to another activity, he tried to jump, fell over and knocked his head on the floor a little too hard. Ouch. 

We went outside for a walk to get him off the jumping thing.  When we came back in The Red One asked him if he wanted to jump again (he received a stern look from me).  Little D rubbed his head, pouted a bit and said, "Newwwwwwwwww" (how he says "No" right now).  Good sense that one seems to have, huh?

Blessings....
-k


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How do you give comfort to a dear friend when her husband is suddenly killed in a car accident?  What do you say to comfort her when she is living your worst nightmare? 

My friend lives back in Rochester (near where I am from).  I have only corresponded with her occasionally....like all my friends back home.  I am a horrible pen pal.  Good intentions but no follow thru.  I am even shocked that I have logged into my blog as much as I have.    Now, she is a widow and I can't be there for her.  I know she has her children and grandkids.  I know she has her sister and many, many friends.  But I, too, want to be there for her.  I have no wonderful words of comfort.

I asked my sister in law, who has been a widow for some almost 4 years now (is that possible??)  She too, lost her husband suddenly and without any kind of warning.  She kissed him good-bye and next thing she knew, she got a phone call that he had had an aneurism.  We were not in town when it happened.  I think she got to the hospital, but he was gone already.  The same thing for my friend.  Would it be any better or less traumatic if they had had a warning?  I just don't know.  I don't want to find out.

My friend's husband loved her dearly.  He loved his children and his grandbabies.  I know that he loved her because I saw how he looked at her when she wasn't looking at him.  I only met him a few times, but I saw the look...longing, love, devotion, tenderness all wrapped up in a gaze that he would give her as he looked upon her.  He was devoted and caring, loving and funny, intelligent and creative.  He indulged her and took care of her.  They were married for almost 40 years.  He was the love of her youth and they were just settling in to, what I think, was their favorite time of life...retirement and grandparenthood.

My heart is just sick.  I know that God is there for her.  That He grieves with her and that He is there to hold her and fill the incredible void left in her life.

Keep the widows and widowers in prayer.  Listen to them tell you of their loved one...over and over if you have to.  Remember them long after the funeral has passed, the funeral meal is eaten and the flowers have wilted.  They need the love and comfort of others.

"Behold, I with you always...."

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Last night, Little D gave me his first real kiss.  And I didn't even ask for it. Not a lick, not an open mouthed drool gift but a real-pucker-up -and- make- the- smacking- noise-genuine kiss.

I cried.  My baby is growing up.  Sniff. Smile. Sniff.

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Add Rachel Ray to the list of obsessions. Little D loves to watch cooking shows.  Rachel Ray is his favorite.  He doesn't exactly say "Rachel" so that others can understand him, but he does say it in the proper inflection with the proper syllables.  No other TV cook will do...only Rachel.

He's a riot.


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My nephew came home yesterday.  Yep, only 5 weeks into basic training.  Seems he collapsed with a 105 degree temperature.  He was diagnosed with Mono.  The Army sent him home to rest and recuperate.  Apparently he has been sick for a while, but didn't let anyone know.  He was still doing very well and was ranking high (not sure where exactly as I haven't talked to him personally yet) even while so ill.

He came home and went promptly to his family doctor.  They ran several tests to find that not only does he have Mono, but he also has pneumonia and bronchitis as well.  My poor Sweet Button!  Apparently he cannot wait to return to training and "see how good (he) can do when not sick". 

Yep, I am so proud of him...but I do hope that he notifies his Sergent if he gets sick again well before collapsing.  Illness like that can be deadly.



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Eggs (touching them, talking about them and taking them from the refrigerator --not eating them)

Candles (we have to light a candle at each meal---I have limited this to dinner time as we won't have any candles to light if they were on all day)

York Peppermint candies in the small tin.  (York has these nice little Peppermint Patty balls in a cute blue and silver tin.  For me, having had gastric bypass surgery, 2 of these tiny candies help me to not feel deprived and still not make myself sick.  One usually does it, 2 is enough and 3make me sick.)  Little D saw me eating them and wanted one.....he wants one every time he is in the car.

Lest anyone fear, please understand that we don't indulge Little D's obsessions unless they are appropriate and healthy for him.  I have no problem with kids having candy and learning proper limits for them (something I didn't seem to learn as a child/teen/adult) so he does eat candy, just not daily and sometimes not even weekly.


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Yikes!  Little D is teething.  Little D is grumpy.  Little D is very out of sorts...and has been for the last 3 days now.  He came to us with 4 teeth at 9 months old.  He then proceeded to get his teeth two at a time with sometimes a fever and a little bit of "messy diaper" action going on.  He didn't get grumpy, just kind of clingy.  This tooth (he has two left to get in....this one and its twin on the other side) is the canine and not only is it coming in alone, but it is coming in slowly and very painfully.  Poor baby.

Another traumatic event: he had a bout of vomiting yesterday and got his BoBo messy (along with mommy, the chair, the comforter he was wrapped in, his outfit and anything else that was in the vicinity.)  Soooo....BoBo had to be washed.  Well, he (Little D, not BoBo--not sure what BoBo was doing...probably enjoying his run thru the wash) moped around periodically asking for BoBo, going to the cellar door and pointing and asking for BoBo, wailing for BoBo and generally not napping or sleeping (I really can't complain. He has never given us any problems at nite) yesterday and last nite.

BoBo is all clean and fresh.  He is now clasped tightly (very tightly) in Little D's arms and they are both sound asleep.

Ahhhhh......to have things fixed that easily for us, huh?

He is Risen, Just as He said!

That is what I was greeted with this morning.  I went up to get little D up (at his usual time of 6:00am) and was greeted with: "Bub-lee-yea, mamma".  I have no idea what that means, but I know he was mumbling up there before I got to him.  It is really neat to hear him practicing his talking in his room.  He chats on and on to his stuffed animals (his crib collection has grown from just BoBo to a moose, a kitty, a large bear, and a prayer bear that he calls "Ollie"). 

I love this age.  He has something new for me every morning.  I find myself no longer dreading getting up in the morning . After 9 years of being a "domestic goddess", I was getting in a rut of routine and again missing my career and the friends, etc.  but now with little D I cannot wait to see him and see whats new.

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In my continuing quest to keep the media and Hollywood honest, here is a dandy little piece from one of my favorite news blogs:

Newsbusters.org
 (in case i goofed this up, the article is called: Court identifies 11 inaccuracies in Al Gore's "Inconvenient Truth".)
I am excited that England took this on.  I hope you will all give a read and thus be better informed.

Have a great day!!!

kim

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Little D's sense of humor has really been kicking in lately.  He is very into "BOO!"  No matter how bad the actor is (when they act "scared") he laughs hysterically over and over......AND OVER again.

Tonite, while I was rocking him (yeah, i know...he's 19 months old and i still rock him---its for me, too, that i still rock him) he kept gazing up at me and then looking down, burying his face in BoBo and laughing.  He couldn't get himself to stop laughing.  He kept this up for a good 20 minutes before finally falling off into a deep sleep.  I have been trying to just get him to the drowsy point and then take him to bed.  Oh well, tomorrow nite is another chance to do that.

He is such a silly little monkey.  (oh, and by the way, THAT makes him laugh too)


He is Risen, Just as He said!

The doctor was right.  It only  took two days of "cold turkey" no binkie.  He still talks about it when he goes to take a nap, but he doesn't fuss.  He actually didn't fuss at all.  I think he was really ready. 

I do catch him sucking his thumb before he falls asleep, but not for long. 

He is really trying to talk more.  I notice that his inflection is getting much better as is the number of 'syllables' he is uttering.  He is still having trouble annunciating, but hey, he's only 19 months old.

He is Risen, Just as He said!

Add:

Large round corn stalk bales
Humpty Dumpty and his sore head
and....oddly enough:  The Space Shuttle..... I know, I know:  ?????????  he's quite a character, that's all I can say!  :-)

kim


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I have had 3 greyhounds in my last 15 years.  I personally love greyhounds.  I love their sweet nature and I love how they love their masters.  They are so cool and the racing industry is horrible.  So many beautiful animals are destroyed...just cuz they don't race very well or they get hurt.  They are bred for one reason: to be raced and to win.  Otherwise they are killed---and sometimes not so humanely.

Before I was married, I had Teddy.  He was named for the childhood stuffed teddy bear of my best friend, Kelly.  He was my best pal.  He helped my loose over 100 pounds.  He kept me safe when I lived in the city.  He came with me when I got married.  He got bone cancer.  He lived about a year and a half after his diagnosis.  I had to choose to have him put to sleep.  It was horrible. About a year and a half later, we adopted Scooby and Tipper.  A male and female, they had been together since going into foster care and we took them as a pair.  They were always together.  A little more than 2 weeks ago, Chris and I left to go to work (we work 2-3 hours over lunch time with my husband at his pizza restaurant).  Chris had taken them out and gave them a bit of a run.  Scooby was fine.  He loved to run with Chris. 

We returned about 2 1/2 hours later to find him laying on the floor.  There was some blood around, and his right side was stiff.  I assumed he had had a stroke.  We hurried him to the vets office.  Our vet is wonderful.  He stayed there from wednesday to monday.  They worked with him, tried to get him up and walking.  He was eating and drinking and basically still Scooby...except he couldn't walk.  The doctor diagnosed him with some nerve damage, celluitis and a blood infection (that is what caused the stiffness).  I surmise that he got dizzy or weak from the blood infection (apparently this can overwhelm them quickly) and slipped and fell on our hardwood floors.  He kept trying to get up and hurt his back.  My poor doggie could only lay there and wait for me to come home to help him.  We visited him each day.  The doctor and staff were absolutely wonderful to him...but he didn't get any better.  His celluitis got worse and the doctor felt he wasn't going to walk again.  So, we made the horrible decision to have him put to sleep. Scooby died tuesday at the age of 10 years and 1 month. 

My female, who has never been a lone dog, is depressed beyond belief.  She is also 10 years old. I am not looking forward to her getting ill or too elderly to be maintained here at home.  Why can't they just die peacefully in their sleep?  Why do we have to make choices for them? 

I sincerely hope that my long held belief that God does take animals to heaven (or recreates them later) for us, is true.  I cannot imagine Him giving us companion animals who give us such love and devotion only to have them just 'gone'.

-sadly, kim


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Home schooling has started (well, we have been doing it for about a month now).  We are using the   Bridgeway Academy curriculum.  For Chris, it involves Math and Etomology being hand written and LA, Science and History/Geography being on CD (it is actually the SOS CD'S from Alpha and Omega).  He has some literature to read as well.

Now, I honestly felt that this would be the best route for Chris as he is not a "group" kind of kid.  He likes to be one on one or small groups with friends.  He does have a select few kids that he hangs with.  He is popular even tho he doesn't socialize with big groups.  He also can be highly distracted and unmotivated.  At 14, I have been unsuccessful in helping him to be more organized (well, we have had him now 7 years, so in 7 years...)  We had been working until 9 or 10 pm on homework when he was in private school.  When he went to public school, he never did homework.  He lied about it and acted all clueless about how he possibly could have not gotten good grades.  (to defend him a bit...he is HIGHLY FORGETFUL.  I mean HIGHLY FORGETFUL)

How do parents who homeschool their kids with ADHD train them in motivation and in organization?  HELP!!!!

Thanks so much!!


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Glenn is off to the army.  He is at Fort Benning (that would be Georgia for anyone not real familiar with army bases).

His folks have received one letter from him saying how much he was challenged (not his exact words.....I am putting a positive spin on it. and how sore his entire body is.  I wonder if he thought it was going to be easy?  He had been doing well with his preliminary PT workouts and I think he got over confident in his abilities. 

I think this will be good for him.  Does anyone else have family in the military?  What do send to them?  I want to get out some care packages to him.  Any ideas?  He isn't married (he is only 19) and his previous interests were skateboarding, skateboarding, oh and skateboarding.

Thanks! Have a great day.



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It appears that I am a terrible blogger.  I positively hate it when I have these great plans, only to not follow thru with them.  How on earth am I to teach my sons to follow thru when they see mom not doing it?  ARR!

Well here we go.  What has been happening lately?  In a word, lots.  Over the next few entries, I will try to catch everyone up on "what's up?"

How do you all keep bloging?  So many of you all have many more kids and lots more responsibilties than I do.  HOW DO YOU DO IT???


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