tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48240180934954991272024-03-13T11:41:11.493-05:00THE ROBINSON FAMILYKarihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-90196235959262644442014-06-12T00:06:00.001-05:002014-06-12T00:06:34.645-05:00My heart knows but my head says are you sure??The kids and I just got back from a wonderful week on the mountain. This yr I was very hesitate to go back to camp, and if I am being honest here I probably should not have went. I did however go and for the most part had a wonderful time.<br />
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Short Mountain Bible camp holds a very special place in my heart. Lots and I do mean lots of wonderful memories made there. I met my hubby on that mountain, when we were only 15, bless his heart! He has had to put up with me for a very long time... funny story about that is, Andrea went a year before I did to this camp, and when she came home she said " Kari I met this guy that was hilarious, he reminded me of you, I think you would of loved him...maybe you will meet him one day because you two would be great friends.." NO JOKE!! She called it, even way back then she knew me better then I knew me.<br />
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My children are both campers now, and the memories made are just as sweet as ever. I have had some great girls go through my classes and cabin up there and love to watch them come back as staff the following years and see what God is doing in their lives.<br />
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I say I probably should not have been there this year, because lets be honest for a min, I was in no shape to be there. Physically or mentally, I did nothing for those girls this year but take up a spot in a cabin, or on a bench, or a chair in worship. Tuesday night we had a lesson that touched me, and surprised even me. The reaction I had was overwhelming, and I had to finally be honest with myself.<br />
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I am struggling with my faith more then I would like to admit. My heart knows the love of my God, it knows the promises, the hope I have through Jesus's blood, and the truth of all that is written in His word BUT my head is questioning everything! I mean everything I have always just known to be true, everything I have longed for, everything I believed and had faith in. I am not closing any doors, I am not stopping studying, nor am I giving up!! I am however changed and see things differently, everything about my life is different. I am not running out to find a new church home, or new religion, I am just struggling plan and simply but my heart still knows all the hope, all the promises, and truths but my head says wait a min are you sure about this???<br />
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It will work itself out, right? My head will once again be in sync with my heart, right?<br />
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Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-43310946919798076752014-04-24T22:45:00.001-05:002014-04-24T22:45:10.703-05:00How do I say this....I have found myself asking this question a lot lately... "How do I say this" without sounding ugly, or sounding like I don't care, or without making them think I am really this mean... And the list could go on and on.<br />
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Let me start off by saying this, since everything that has went on this yr, my surgery included, I am one grouchy, short tempered, no filter, mean, and really could careless type of person right now. I try hard not to be, I wake up and say today I am going to be positive! I am going to have nicer things to say and think, and everyday I fail. And fail miserably!!!<br />
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I am now allowed to get up and walk so maybe this will help my attitude a bit, maybe I will get back to my old self, soon. I hope so!!! I don't even like this person I have become.<br />
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There are lots of things I have learned going through this process, and maybe I will be able to write a post on that here soon....but one of the first things I have learned is this: EVERYONE grieves differently.. There is NO right or wrong way, there is no time limit.... Simple put there are NO RULES!!<br />
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I heard something tonight that made me think , Someone said, how do you learn to live again with a broken heart, a piece missing? And I immediately thought.. How do I say this, shout this, convey this to the world? Because it summed me up to a tee.... So I am saying it in the only way I know how right now and that is on here. Writing was such a big thing for my sister and for me, so I'm writing it straight out, putting it all out there... Give me some time, let me learn how to navigate this new world with my broken heart, let me get myself figured out because right now I am just here, going through the motions. Be patient with me. Understand, when I'm quiet it's ok, understand when I'm by myself it's ok, understand I am still here just different and forever changed..know that if I snap at you, I truly don't mean it. If I forget something important I normally remember about you, I'm sorry. I'll remember again, someday. Don't take anything to personal from me right now, I don't mean it, negatively.. Just having to remind myself over and over "how do I say this..."Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-59971356576244319572014-03-23T09:21:00.000-05:002014-03-23T09:21:35.805-05:00THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE...This little light of mine I'm going to let it shine, hide it under am bushel...YES!<br />
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I know what your thinking, Yes??? isn't that suppose to say NO?? and you would be right, it is suppose to say NO.<br />
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I, however think that I need a break. I have always worked with the teens from church, I have always went to church camp, I have always went to if not planned ladies retreats at church, helped with lads to leaders..and the list could go on and on. I have always been the first one to say YES to everything, even when I did not really want to do it.<br />
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Well, this girl is taking a break. I am still doing the commitments I have already signed up for but then after that, NO is going to be my new best friend.<br />
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I need to do me for a little while. I don't need to be teaching anyone, or being an example to anyone on anything right now. I am still deciding on church camp because well honestly, I would miss it. If I do go I think I will be asking for a job, like sports staff, or something small, not cabin counselor and Bible teacher like I have been.<br />
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I am not struggling with my faith, I know who holds this big world in His hands, I know that all good things come from Him. I know who I love and trust and am clinging to through this very difficult time...but right now I need that relationship, MY relationship with Him to be top priority.<br />
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I had a great visit with a good friend the other day and as we were talking she looked at me and said " this whole time, I have heard how your parents are, how the kids are, how everyone is dealing and coping but not once yet have you said anything about you??" She then went on to say, maybe its time to talk about you? Maybe its time to think about you? and in true Kari fashion, I smiled, laughed it off and told her one day.. maybe one day I would. What that friend doesn't know is she helped me more that day then I have been helped this whole time. She said something to me that made me realize it is ok to think about me, and to take care of me.<br />
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Now, no worries I am not going to fall apart, I am not going to put me in front of my husband or kids, or my parents, NEVER. I am going to start thinking about me when I can and I am going to start by saying NO more often. I am going to stop worrying about others feelings before my own.<br />
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I have always had a bright light, I have always wanted it to shine so others could see it, but for right now hiding it under a bushel sounds very good to me. I will bring it back out one day, and who knows maybe it will be even brighter?<br />
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My sister had one of the biggest lights I ever knew and it is still shining today...her example of faith, courage, strength and love has out shined any I have ever seen. I think on the daily different times if she were here what would she say to me about this or that...I laugh sometimes because I can still hear her say " oh Kar, come on now...you have to do this....its your favorite thing, don't stop because of your sadness..you are good at that ...don't make me kick your tail into doing it.. you are stronger then you know" She is still pushing me to do stuff because I don't want to disappoint her, she was so strong and brave, honest and true in everything she did. I want to keep her light shining for others in the way that my light shines.... does this even make any sense to anyone but me?? I don't know but I do know that is how I feel, when I want to stop completely I don't because of her, when I want to shut down completely, I don't because of her.<br />
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so I am not letting my light get blown out, NO! but hiding it under a bushel for a little while..YES!! and you know what it is ok. I need to work on me, my relationship with Him, and mending my broken heart for a little while. So, if my light seems a little dimmer for a while, let it be...Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-36516228337573695652014-03-04T19:34:00.000-06:002014-03-04T19:34:14.860-06:00Small things matter...Got a text this afternoon from Emily Klair's teacher. I have to admit, even though I have never got a negative email, text or anything from any of my children's teachers, my heart still skips a couple beats when I see something from them. The simple small text made my day.<br />
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She wanted to let me know that Emily Klair had found $20, on the ground and without hesitation turned it into her. They had found its owner, and that she was so proud of her and her sweet honesty.<br />
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Now, you may say...so what? That's not a big deal. Most kids would turn in the money. And your right it isn't a big deal..its a small thing. I asked EK later if it ever crossed her mind to keep the money. She said, "NO mom, not at all it wasn't mine."<br />
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It may be a small thing but it says a lot about the type of child we are raising. She is not a perfect child, she has her share of faults, and she can drive the most patient person crazy, but she is growing into a very honest, mature, young lady. <br />
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...everyday victories matter, so today I am choosing to take something positive from today and enjoy all the...small things!!<br />
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These words are not easy to hear, these words are not easy to see, and more importantly these words are some of the toughest words to accomplish.<br />
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I am not fighting for my life, I am not fighting to see my children grow up. I am not fighting for anything except to breathe some moments, and to put one foot in front of the other. <br />
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I am praying, but I am praying differently. I am not saying that I am not talking to God and knowing that he is in control even when we don't understand. I am not saying I am losing my faith BUT I am saying that it is hard to know what to say right now. It is hard to pray...it is hard to remember that He knows what we need before we even ask it. Never in my life has praying been something that is hard for me to do...until now.<br />
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I am living, I am back to work, going to ballgames, church, and all activities like normal. I am not normal. I am forever changed. I will never live as I once did. I am trying to live. I am, this is the hardest thing I have lived through.<br />
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I knew it was going to be hard. I knew that I would miss her. I knew that seeing her kids, her husband, and my parents miss her would be tough. I really had no clue how hard this was going to be. NO CLUE!!! <br />
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I miss her, plain and simple. I think about her all the time. I wish I had one more hour with her. I wish she would come back at me with one of her honest quick remarks that made me laugh and stung just a tad. I wish she was here for her children, my children. I miss just txting to tell her something through out the day. I miss knowing when a midnight showing of a movie came out I would be getting us tickets to go..sharing our popcorn and m&M's... it's simple I miss her!!!<br />
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I will keep fighting to put one foot in front of the other, I will keep praying to our God that knows my hurt and sadness better then I do, and I will keep living...forever changed but still living.<br />
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Andie lived these words with more grace, more love, more courage then anyone I have ever known. I hope that one day I can live up to her example. She may have been my younger sister but I learned more from her then she ever learned from me. <br />
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This blog has not been touched in a year for many different reasons, I am getting back at it because it is good for me. Writing is something that Andie and I both enjoyed...I think getting back to writing it all down is one of the things that will help me get back to truly living and loving...just have to remember everyday no matter what to do these....<br />
KEEP FIGHTING, KEEP PRAYING, AND KEEP LIVING...Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-50226983856821571322013-02-12T23:20:00.000-06:002013-02-12T23:20:22.492-06:00EK...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Emily Klair is now 10 and I can not believe how fast she is growing up. She has had a rough year but she is such a tough little girl. She is struggling a bit in school, and her seizures have been out of control. At one point she was on 3 different meds. It was like living with a walking breathing real life zombie. She had no emotions, no personality, she didn't care about anything and all she did was sleep. Sleep and sleep and sleep. </div>
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In October we were admitted to LeBohenuer hospital in Memphis for another video EEG. She is stubborn, EK did not have any seizures that week...Nothing NADA!! it was not a wasted trip though. We have found a wonderful Dr. that we love!!! He is so helpful, caring and not about just throwing meds at her. </div>
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She has a cast on her foot as I type, haha she is one clumsy girl! She has broken her growth plate in her ankle and severely sprained her ankle. In true pretty princess fashion she picked a pink cast and she is rocking it like a diva.Lets see for those that keep count, she has broken her wrist, her shoulder and now this ankle. Might have to look into getting a bubble for her, seriously!! </div>
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Emily Klair does not want people to look at her... (very much reminds me of her aunt Andie in this regard) so she has decided to not play softball, basketball, or soccer. I have to say I am secretly sad about the softball, but she would rather try gymnastics again. I am ok with that as long as she does something. I have convinced her to join the puppet team at church this year and she is doing great. I have always said she needs to do something with acting/drama. Not sure how that would work with the whole no body look at me thing? haha She definitely has a knack for the drama.</div>
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She has friends down the street that she loves to go play with and I love that she loves to be outside rain or shine. She is so imaginative, creative, loving, kind, sweet, beautiful, funny, shy, loud, and sneaky. She is a one of a kind girl, and I hope she keeps her personality, she is something special. </div>
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Emily Klair I love you so much and am thankful I get to be your mother. You are beautiful inside and out....don't ever doubt that!</div>
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That day was so much fun...the kids played, laughed, ran, got stung by bees (ok not so fun but Karlie was a trooper) and just had a great time together.<br />
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Not sure that the girls can get anymore drama then they are but it is what makes them so much fun to listen to and watch as they play and interact. <br />
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Karlie, Emily Klair, and Kinsley are all girl, but don't let that fool you, when they are playing they love to get dirty, and are just as rough as the boys!<br />
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You can imagine how hard it was to get all five kids looking and smiling at the same time. It was quite the scene..me and Andie both shooting our cameras 100 mph with Warren and Jamie jumping up and down, trying to get smiles and laughs all around. Some great times were definitely had that day...</div>
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Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-62399206304389897302013-02-10T00:29:00.001-06:002013-02-10T00:29:23.207-06:00Time to dust off the ole blog...It has been a very long time since I have blogged. Almost a year, and what a year it has been. So much has happened. I feel like this last year has went in slow motion and fast forward all at once. There is so much to catch up on, I don't know where to begin?<br />
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From my first post till now I have loved to blog. I love the therapy of it, I love to look back and see where I have grown or where I still need some work. I can look back and see how much my children have accomplished or how sweet they were ( come on now they are pre-teens there is nothing sweet about that...haha) or some of our fun, and how crazy our life can be sometimes. <br />
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Tyler and Emily Klair are now 12 yrs and 10 yrs old. I know I know, crazy town isn't it!!! When did I get old enough to have kids that age? They were just in diapers yesterday, right? They are both great kids and I need to do an update post on each of them, and I will soon. <br />
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I am rambling, I do that when I get nervous. I shouldn't be nervous this is a blog. It is my blog I can say what I want, tell how I am feeling, write down my inner most thoughts....Hear me when I say this I am nervous!! I am scared!! I am angry!! I am sad!! I am frustrated!! I am positive!! I am happy!! I am appreciative!! I am ?? I don't know what I am? NUMB maybe?? Shocked?? Confused?? Struggling?? overwhelmed?? I AM ALL OF THESE THINGS and more!<br />
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I put a smile on my face and I try to say positive things. I try to tell myself it is all going to be ok. I remind myself that God is in control. I have faith and I know he is bigger then any problem we face. He knows all our struggles, our sins and even our fears. I tell my children these things, and I believe that all of this is true. Here is where I am going to get real for a minute. I do believe these things to be true, BUT I would be lying to myself if I didn't also say that right now my inner core of faith is shaken. I know what you are thinking how can I even say that? I have seen God work in so many ways in my own life and others. I can say that because right now my heart is breaking. I have every emotion you can have running through me. I am human. I am struggling to wrap my brain around everything. <br />
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I really wanted this first post back to be positive. Full of encouragement, and I sat down with that intention. Please understand that this post was written by someone who loves their whole family very much, someone who aches when they ache, someone who is scared for the future, someone who feels helpless, and someone who would take it all away if she could. I pray that tomorrow brings a more positive attitude, but for tonight this is me. <br />
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Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-6961551429177827992012-03-29T11:38:00.000-05:002012-03-29T11:38:21.757-05:00If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything...I have been very hesitate on writing on my blog lately. There are many reasons for this but the main one is I am trying to be very positive, trying to have a great attitude, trying to be so supportive and most of all I am still not sure how I am feeling about this whole situation.<br />
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The thing is I have been taught so much in the month and half since my sister was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. I always knew my sister was amazing, I have always been one of her biggest fans. She is not only a wonderful sister, but a wonderful mother, aunt, friend and now she is some one I look up to more and more everyday!<br />
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I have seen so much courage in her, so much faith, so much positivity that I am blown away. <br />
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I need to be that way, I need to have more faith, and more courage, and I need to be more like her.<br />
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I am going to be honest here for a minute... <br />
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This is hard and I mean really hard to watch!! I don't like seeing her hurt, or be sick. I don't like to see little Anderson and wonder what is going on his little mind, does he know things have been a bit different for a little while??? I do not like that Kinsley and Karlie know that the words cancer, chemo, and mastectomy exist and hate even more that they know what they mean. I hate to watch my mother and father, they are so worried about her, as we all are but its different when its your kid...now that I am a mother I understand their worry and that is hard to watch!!<br />
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This is part of why I have not wrote anything yet, because we are just by standers, we can not do anything to really help her with this fight. Sure we can be supportive, we can watch the kids,we can cook, we can clean, we can drive her to and from appts, we can sit with her when she is sick, wash hair and fix wigs, lift her up when she is having a bad day, but we can not take the pain away we can not make this go away...and that stinks!! IT is soo hard, I can not put into words how much that stinks!<br />
I have not said anything because I have nothing nice to say about this whole situation...until now.<br />
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My sister is amazing!! She is strong, determined and the biggest role model to me. Her faith and courageous attitude is catching and I hope to catch some of it even if it is just a small portion. I knew she was loved by us, but to see how many she is loved by and how many she affects in a positive way daily is overwhelming. We are all feeling the love from the friends, co workers, and strangers and that is a wonderful feeling.<br />
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It is out of this world how many cards she gets a day, how many people want to help in some way, and how much love she has felt from the beginning. The words THANK YOU do not seem like enough! <br />
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Andie, you keep that positive attitude, you keep that courageous spirit, and most off all you keep your amazing faith. you keep showing me and others what true strength really looks like...like you said to me the day you found out about this.." this cancer did not know who it was messing with.." trust me it sure did not!!! <br />
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Proverbs 31: 25Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-42462497861292177762012-01-17T19:17:00.000-06:002012-01-17T19:17:02.055-06:00Long time.....No excuses...I have no excuses!! I have just been the biggest slacker ever!!<br />
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There is so much to catch up on. <br />
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Lets start with the kids...Tyler is in 5th grade at a new school, and doing really well. He is having fun playing football, soccer and basketball. He has started a new medicine and is doing great with seizures and headaches. I can not believe how old he is, and how grown up he acts! He is really growing into a fine young man.<br />
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Emily Klair...is in 3rd grade and is such a sweet little girl. She is playing basketball for the first time and she is really enjoying it. We have just got her on an IEP at school, she is struggling a bit and we are trying to figure out how she learns and what she needs to reach her full potential. She is growing up so fast!!<br />
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Warren and I just celebrated our 15 year anniversary...ok well we haven't got to celebrate yet because I had knee surgery that day. I know right..just how you want to spend your anniversary. I am doing well and it is no where near as painful as my shoulder surgery from last year. We are both still working and enjoying being parents.<br />
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I really want to get back to blogging again, and hope to, its just that we are always on the go. I promise you there are days we leave the house before 8 am and do not get home till after 8 pm...<br />
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again no excuses just saying!!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-33051444370995419192011-06-19T17:29:00.000-05:002011-06-19T17:29:13.876-05:00SUMMERTIME.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJGpqRZ0U1ERgY2YNuKk0VFn7G35fS2isye1XbNgtwj6z8ghghx3Nwi9CTpBwsleIDz26wgxOkY2paf5fTDYGEn1iVyIYGQU4zmHXtuaPx3UI5vjfgoRc0t3wVhEUNZ00VRPAeHQgLGHA/s1600/IMG_1543.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJGpqRZ0U1ERgY2YNuKk0VFn7G35fS2isye1XbNgtwj6z8ghghx3Nwi9CTpBwsleIDz26wgxOkY2paf5fTDYGEn1iVyIYGQU4zmHXtuaPx3UI5vjfgoRc0t3wVhEUNZ00VRPAeHQgLGHA/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHskWGiWxL8lOSVO8BsUCtP3yk1lbK5zAjoIQEp0tiXk5SZeRLdNvAshhoE64iB3Q_Q15zCvdMx8U_FgsPJozbg0pJme7BEDs6gtZi3ULc0gCDMe7HPE8CGqtu4HPhUEUT-kcXI7s-wn0/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieHskWGiWxL8lOSVO8BsUCtP3yk1lbK5zAjoIQEp0tiXk5SZeRLdNvAshhoE64iB3Q_Q15zCvdMx8U_FgsPJozbg0pJme7BEDs6gtZi3ULc0gCDMe7HPE8CGqtu4HPhUEUT-kcXI7s-wn0/s320/IMG_1918.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We at the Robinson house have been so busy...I have alot to catch ya'll up on but for right now I am just going to leave you all with some (trust me when I say I have a ton o'pics) great pictures of what we have been up too..and I promise to tell some wonderful stories to go with these pictures!!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-72936582783751212532011-05-02T14:06:00.000-05:002011-05-02T14:06:54.164-05:00a world all it's own....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vJ4eVUkK0IsSphp29UMmp_h1YUE21XQtjAtHlf-1kVysqNTqROnu_nWw_ZVPd12vmk-2UP5xMI_7x9GWeFW-LEMQLLFO4mOik6aw7vhUTcQCpA8u2KvY-JXtvPxjt1JaqvmJbFP_nQAn/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" width="320" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one of EK's favorite shirts, I think she would wear it everyday if I let her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It maybe just a t-shirt with a witty saying on it BUT as much as I hate to admit it, it rings true!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was not born a southern girl but I can say I am a true southern girl through and through, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">SOUTHERN GIRLS ROCK!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I didn't realize how much I joke about it, till this weekend.<br />
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Emily Klair was being silly and she was teasing me about something, I don't even remember it was a cute teasing... anyways, she goes to sit down in her chair and she pinches her finger in the chair. She says ouch that hurt, silly KARMA!<br />
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I laughed and laughed!! <br />
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I never wish any ill will on anyone, but I do have to admit that I might get a little chuckle out of a dad at the soccer field that is one of those dads...that really are annoying, and out right rude to everyone around them, that only think of themselves and their little guy on the field. Everyone knows the type I am talking about, the ones we all can't stand, and their whole demeanor screams stuck up rudeness!! <br />
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Well yesterday, we had one of those dads. He was a dad for the other team, and well he choose to sit down right next to us!! I mean really I think I have a radar that says please come sit by me, I love it when you act like an idiot, it makes my day complete! Anywho after listening to him the whole game and hearing him talk soo ugly to what I assume was his wife on the phone, I got a big chuckle at the end of the game, when as he was walking across the field like a big man...he tripped and nearly fell flat on his face!! and what did he trip on..nothing but a big fat chunk of KARMA!!!! it was beautiful..and guess what EK turns to me and says out loud...KARMA!! gotta love that girl!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-8817355115330025552011-04-11T15:45:00.000-05:002011-04-11T15:45:37.038-05:00I need a clone...I am soo behind on EVERYTHING!!!<br />
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I think I need a clone...I can not be everywhere with everyone...<br />
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Warren's work is always crazy but it seems to be getting crazier by the day. And the kids are running in different directions. I can not get to one practice before I am having to turn around and get another kid to another practice. Forget zumba there is no time, so I am trying to walk during the practices, but I miss my Zumba classes.<br />
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My classroom needs lots of help and the laundry pile is now the laundry mountain...oh and eating healthy?? really its over rated!! I just don't have time to cook the things I should be cooking..mother of the year right here folks!!!<br />
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I know that there will be a time I will look back on this craziness and not think they that we were as busy as we are, but right now I feel like I need some major help!!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-40943779954273505082011-04-10T22:14:00.000-05:002011-04-10T22:14:30.296-05:00This is a test..this is only a test!!I am hoping that this fixes the words all being smashed together...<br />
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Lets hope this took care of it!!!<br />
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And I think it did and whoo hoo so excited to get back to blogging..but for now I am off to bed!!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-58791162103804823712011-04-06T13:22:00.003-05:002011-04-06T14:17:31.368-05:00cliff hanger....I did not finish my background story in my post yesterday so I am going to finish it up today... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> here are my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">siblings</span> names just to help with telling the story. Andrea is my sister closest to me in age, my one and only brother Matthew, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jesi</span>, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krysi</span> ...this is there birth order and I am the oldest of these yahoo's! I am gonna back up and tell you the story from the beginning. I was not in the wreck, I was not there first hand so this part of it is from the stories I have heard about what happened. My family was going to a friends surprise birthday party at a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurant</span> here in town after church on a Sunday morning. They stopped at a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">CVS</span> that was right across the street from the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurant</span> to get a birthday card and told the kiddos in the back to stay in their seat belts only dad was running in real fast..Andrea was in college, Matthew was in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">jr</span>. high, (Matthew was by the window in the second row and Andrea was in that same row by the door) and the girls (were in the very back row of the van) were in elementary school. Dad went in got the card and away they went, they stopped at the red light in the parking lot. The light turns green and remember they are only going across the street, as dad starts to pull out, a vehicle runs the red light without even stepping on the brakes. It t-bones my parents van and spins then around, as it hits my littlest sisters fly out the back side window, Andrea flips over the seat she is sitting in and lands in the back where the girls are suppose to be. She is the one that realizes they are not in the vehicle, she starts screaming the girls are gone. I know my mom and dad open doors and run before the van came to a complete stop. Andrea does not think she is hurt, and gets up to go help and see about the girls. Matthew however stays in the vehicle. One of my parents friends go and get him to come out, and have him stand with them on the side of the road. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krysi</span> flew into the turning lane quite a distance away from the intersection, and was out cold when mom and dad got there. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jesi</span> flew out and landed on the storm grate right by the tire of the vehicle, she was awake but very scared and hurt. This is when Warren and I came up on the accident. As the ambulances were pulling away with my sisters in them headed to the life flight pad, (my parents and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">andrea</span> were in there with the little ones), I noticed my brother and ran to get him, we get him in the car and away we go to the helicopter pad. As we are driving my brother starts freaking out, trying to get out of the car, asking over and over how we got there what was going on, where was mom and dad and where are we going?? and so on and so on..over and over!! It took all I had to keep him in the car. When we pull up I see dad and run to get him to come check out Matthew (my dad was a firefighter/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">emt</span>) when he got there to check on him he realized immediately he had a head injury. So he sees the girls get loaded into the helicopter and made sure that mom, me and Andrea had a ride to Vanderbilt to meet the girls. Dad and Warren take Matthew to the local ER to get checked out. He ended up having a pretty good concussion and if the girls were not at Vanderbilt after being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">life flighted</span> they would have kept him to make sure he was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, instead they let him go with a list of instructions for us and orders for what to do and where to take him at Vanderbilt if he started to show any signs. What we now know is that Matthew took the brunt of the impact and was probably knocked out when Andrea discovered the girls were not in the vehicle, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">no one</span> even noticed because after hearing the girls were not in there everyone got out as fast as they could to get to them. Matthew is lucky he did not get hurt any worse then he did. Andrea was started to feel pain in her back and her knee, and we were all really worried about the girls. They finally came and told us they would be transported to the ICU for the night and that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krysi</span> still was not awake fully. I know this is a long story and even longer when it is not spaced but no one can figure out why it is doing it..so sorry again if you are still reading this. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jesi</span> ended up with a broken collar bone but was overall <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>. She only stayed one night in the ICU and was dismissed a couple days later. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krysi</span> woke up the next day and bless her heart her face was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">soo</span> swollen she looked bad, but she was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, her hip was not broken like they thought, no bones broken minus a skull fracture and a small brain bleed, that stopped on its own. She was in the hospital for a week, and we are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">soo</span> thankful and blessed that day could of been much more tragic. WE all bear some scars from that day, and mine happen to be that whenever I see <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emergency</span> vehicles I have a slight panic attack thinking that someone I know and love is hurt. It takes my breathe away <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> I hear one, or get out of the way of one, and seeing them at the school proved how much to me I need to get some help for it. When I wrote that we are blessed, I mean it, the first people on the scene were friends of ours that go to church with us, both of which saw the accident as they were getting out of the car to go into the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">restaurant</span> what makes these two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">particularly</span> people such a blessing?? They are both doctors, and got my sister <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">Krysi</span> breathing before the ambulances got there...there are so many details to this story I don't feel like I did it justice but I tried.Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-25321345454390474262011-04-05T20:09:00.003-05:002011-04-05T20:43:15.928-05:00PANIC ATTACK...FIRST OFF THIS BLOG IS KILLING ME NOT ALLOWING ME TO SPACE THIS POST...SO SORRY!!!! I KNOW IT IS HARD TO READ ALL PUSHED TOGETHER... SO let me give you a little back ground on me and emergency vehicles... One Sunday after church before Warren and had kids ( I had just had my second miscarriage) we were on our to lunch with his family. As we pulled onto one of the main roads here in town we were met with an ambulance, we pulled over and got out of it's way. A few yards later another ambulance came flying up behind us and we got of it's way. At this point we could see that there was a really bad wreck up ahead. I can not explain it, but even from to far away I knew that it was bad and that it was someone I loved. As we got closer I saw that there was green mini van....and my heart jumped into my throat. Warren says I sounded possessed as I said " that's my family" he then reassured me that there are many a green mini vans and not to jump to the worst possible scenario first. I told him in my possessed manor, "pull over that is MY FAMILY!!" He pulls over, and I jump out of the car, and run to the scene, and what I see is my 2 littlest sisters laying on the ground really far from the vehicle. My mom and dad are with the youngest and the one that flew out of the vehicle the furthest, and I can tell the emergency people were working on her. I found my sister that is closest to me in age bent over holding my other sisters hand that had also flown out the window and landed right by the vehicle. I just kinda stood there, in disbelief. I looked for my brother and saw him standing on the side of the road with some friends of my parents. He looked ok, so I went to be with my two sisters...the other was being loaded into the ambulance to be transported to the life flight pad. I will blog more about this story another time because trust me when I say there is a lot to it and well I don't want to rush it. So yesterday when I topped the hill to get to the kids school and saw 3 firetrucks, lots of police, and an ambulance, what I had could not be described as a panic attack but more of a complete and utter freak out! I called Warren at work and well couldn't breathe, couldn't talk, and all I could manage to say was firetrucks kids school emergency. He again the voice of calm said, "do not worry if it was bad we would know about it" he reminded me to breathe, and stay calm. Let's just say I tried, I sat there in car rider line wondering what was happening if the kids were safe, if anyone had been hurt, the concerns and questions just kept rolling on in my mind. I then called one of my friends that has children at that school and figured she was in car rider line and that maybe we could comfort each other, but she had a funny feeling before the storm and had signed her kids out early, so she was home unaware of what was happening. Her husband is a cop here in town so I guess she could hear the terror and panic in my voice and she told me she would call him and get right back to me. That is when I found out everyone was safe and it was just the roof that had blown off..really?? did I just write it was JUST the roof?? It took me over an hour to get to my kids and they were fine, EK was shook up and said she wanted me but said a prayer while the loud noises were happening to keep her safe and calm till momma could get there, and Tyler said he was not scared but he sure had that yea soo glad momma is here look when I finally got to him! They left there backpacks, coats, everything but what they had with them when the storm hit...after we got home and settled a bit Tyler ( have I ever told you he is just like his daddy)says "at least no homework tonight momma." I don't have any pictures to show you but am trying to get some. 4 classrooms are pretty much destroyed, and the whole hallway that those are on sustained some pretty good damage. The school did a great job at keeping the kids safe, they had a plan they worked their plan and it paid off with no one getting hurt, and yes it was JUST a roof....it can be fixed, and it can be replaced. I hugged my kids tighter last night, and if I never ever see emergency vehicles at the school again it will be ok with me...Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-89447450633250049212011-04-04T10:59:00.003-05:002011-04-04T11:16:11.424-05:00who is the girl that forgot her camera?? oh me that's who....Well, there are no pictures of this trip for me.... Of course I have been tagged in some pretty not cool, very bad pictures from the kids on facebook, but none from my camera... Why is that you ask?? Well..... (which by the way is a story in itself..who knew the word WELL could get a story, but trust me it did..haha) everyone that knows me knows that I am not a morning person!! So the Sunday when we left home before 6 that morning I totally was on auto pilot. I had packed everything the night before..so shower and walking out the door was all I was really awake enough to do. So my nice camera got left behind, so no fun pictures for my blog, no funny pictures for memories, and I could just kick myself for that!! I had a really good time. The teens were great, and learned a lot of new tennis skills, and we all loved the warm sunshine and beautiful water at the beach. I missed my kids, and my hubby. I know they had the best week though. The kids got to go to everyone they love houses..from granny and pa's to nanny and d's to their aunt Stephanie's to play with there cousins...a good time was had by all and I am thankful that they are loved by so many and that they helped us out last week!! Back to school for me on Tuesday, and I am now on count down mood....as much as I love those little ones I love my summers home with my kiddos. It reminds me of when they are little and I got to stay home with them..and as much as I love spring break it makes me long for summer days with my kiddos!! So let the count down begin....Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-65877520791363329972011-03-25T00:00:00.006-05:002011-03-25T00:20:27.752-05:00I got a great surprise....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAjs3I2oL3-VQSSP-U3weCZovQmsf8Uhyphenhyphen8N2ycKezcuT3exBGEkkjEN5P-6z0xWZ1tAsj_luBoPPYqM7RJhKCmL538fXnGEJr0d4s9KxkBxR7dNd9AoAnGykOSqBiQQZkBHcOEZWCbGLH/s1600/IMG_0770.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587881321954043682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPAjs3I2oL3-VQSSP-U3weCZovQmsf8Uhyphenhyphen8N2ycKezcuT3exBGEkkjEN5P-6z0xWZ1tAsj_luBoPPYqM7RJhKCmL538fXnGEJr0d4s9KxkBxR7dNd9AoAnGykOSqBiQQZkBHcOEZWCbGLH/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" /></a>
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ_QYd7cJNaVkeVWX_xioTu52z5oYDdxAH4FhtZwLxSec30FOQphcM6A3XkPQwWq6I1uoLThR3ePCPI-N_qw16WJgyKkWtgSEBHrFQOwCK43bQbfASOoJCNhvasa-jRpxzRDvgGw4w5ey/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587880012526269218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ_QYd7cJNaVkeVWX_xioTu52z5oYDdxAH4FhtZwLxSec30FOQphcM6A3XkPQwWq6I1uoLThR3ePCPI-N_qw16WJgyKkWtgSEBHrFQOwCK43bQbfASOoJCNhvasa-jRpxzRDvgGw4w5ey/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" /></a> Just a few pics of my surpise day trip and some of the fun we had.....
<div>SO for those of you that don't know my hubby as great as he is has one flaw...and I hesitate to call it a flaw because in all honesty I am thankful for it....he is a major workaholic!! there I said it! it's true, he works and works and works some more...and really only will he take off if we have planned a vacay months in advance or if he is so sick he thinks he might die..he just is not one to miss work.
</div><div>Well, Wednesday he surprised me and the kiddos and took off work and we went on a day trip to Chattanooga,Tn to the Tennessee Aquarium! It was a great day, lots of family time, and lots of memories made! And get this he took off Thursday and Friday as well...we have just played video games, watched some back things on the dvr, and just been together!! I am soo very thankful he works so hard to support us and take great care of us, and even more thankful when he can take a moment and enjoy taking the day off just to be with us!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Ps on a side note...I must tell this story..I am old we all know this! We stopped at a gas station and I went in to get some snacks on the way home yesterday, and the clerk says to me " are those your kids" I said "yes sir they are" he replies with "no way you are too young to have kids that age" I laugh and say "no sir I am old..I am 33 " he says "I am not trying to be nice, nor get you to buy anything but you look about 23..not old enough to have kids that old...really you do" so anywho..that is my story and well lets just say I don't believe him but it was nice to hear anyways :)</div></div></div></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-44003711220883960482011-03-21T22:42:00.002-05:002011-03-21T22:56:43.071-05:00spring break day one..Well, first day of spring break and I got sun...let the addiction begin!!
I love the sun!! I love to have a tan...I do not fake and bake..I only do natural tanning but I love the sun!!!
I become addicted if you will, and lets just say I am already on my way to being a Bahama mama!!
We went to the park today with some friends, and lets recap what all we learned today shall we??
1.kids throw up after spinning too much on the merri go round, and we didn't know it had happened and my girl friend walked right into it..
2.frogs like to mate in front of an audience..esp little kiddos.."look mom, they look like they have been velcroed together..."
3.there are some people that really should not reproduce...and then announce to the world that they only did to help keep someone in the country and now they don't want any kids, after the 5th one by 5 different fathers!!!!...really almost an exact quote from a gal at the park today and no she wasn't in our group she was across the park and we still heard it as if she was talking right to us!!
4. beautiful day with great friends!!!
we all got an education today, it was quite an interesting day at the park to say the least, but one of the best things we learned is we are blessed beyond words and very thankful for everything we have and most importantly the love we share and the friends that love us and friends we love!!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-92030920563603349332011-03-17T22:58:00.007-05:002011-03-17T23:20:58.663-05:00Little bit of this and little bit of that...Proof that I did get real kites up and flying today :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0W1-SvS9SRoHd-QOfNmxbE5aEHzFjpr7YnXTm8s-hYwmZL_iPUc1Z4XnCyfp69zJO6jwy0jlKIVEsD2qVLgpzcefXD-iMsHaFchBcBIRyzVw3hksp_-OThjac_uu-CPOskCn4BBmfcOO/s1600/IMG_0632.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585268922533371010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0W1-SvS9SRoHd-QOfNmxbE5aEHzFjpr7YnXTm8s-hYwmZL_iPUc1Z4XnCyfp69zJO6jwy0jlKIVEsD2qVLgpzcefXD-iMsHaFchBcBIRyzVw3hksp_-OThjac_uu-CPOskCn4BBmfcOO/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" /></a>One of my sweeties holding and flying kite in above pic....
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some of my other sweeties flying the kites we made in the classroom, fun and easy and they really do fly in the wind.....plastic grocery bags with streamers stapled on the back end of them,tied together the handles with yarn for the string and away you go...hours and hours of fun!!
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Tyler's travel team from Saturday...whoo hoo GO COLUMBIA ARSENAL!!!!
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1st goal of the game unassisted......GOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLL! by #3 Tyler Robinson!!!!!
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<div></div></div></div></div></div>Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-48434327092194375462011-03-17T15:55:00.002-05:002011-03-17T16:05:27.091-05:00"Have you ever flown a kite in bed? did you ever walk with ten cats on your head?"-Dr. SuessToday was kite day at school, last day before spring break and one of the most beautiful days we have had yet.....
I have lots of fun pictures to share and will get them up on here this weekend or tomorrow or who knows maybe even tonight??
HOWEVER.....the title of this post sums up my day..hahah I think trying to fly a kite in bed, or walking with ten cats on my head would have been easier then trying to herd (sorry but that really is the best word I can use to describe it...) 8 excited, over stimulated, and ready for a break kiddos in a small grassy area near a creek (that is fenced in but still it scares me to death) and helping them all fly kites..oh yea did I mention I was alone?? hmm? no well I was with 8 4-5 yrs old.
It was a great day, a tiring one, and one that I hope the kiddos loved. I will miss them over this two week break but am soooo happy to have this two week break!
Going out with the girls tonight for a friends bday, woot woot!! so I get to get dolled up and can't wait!! better get off here and figure out something cute to wear....look for an update with pics soon!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-61248098747770225532011-03-16T08:39:00.003-05:002011-03-16T08:59:04.078-05:00Warning...she is about to blow!!!!I am usually not a debbie downer...or a negative nancy....and this post really isn't negative just more ventfull!!! is that a word?? anywho...I digress
I love this one aspect of my life, sure it is hard, sure there are days that I want to quit, that I want to fight and scream back and say "really, anyone can find the negative with something how about you try to say something nice for a change.." or " well if we are making a list of things wrong with (this that shall remain nameless) lets start with you and how much better it could be with out you..." or my all time favorite and one I am so afraid of blurting out when I get to my breaking point.." I know everything you have said, I know everything you have done, and every way you have tried to make me fail, every way you have lied, every way you have manipulated the situation to make us all look bad when in reality it was your mistake not ours...." the list could on and on.
How does one stay positive with constant negative thoughts, actions, and seems like constant one upence or for lack of a better term constant only finding the bad never finding the good, or having a kind word to say about or to that person.
I am trying, I am praying, I am asking God to come into my heart and help me with me, help me to show love and love and more love. I refuse to sit back and just nod my head or say "yes -----" whatever you say and do it anymore...I am at my wits ends.
In everything I do I could use improvement I am not a perfect person, never claimed to be! but no matter how much I try with this one situation, or don't try, or stand up for myself, or bite a hole in my tongue because I am trying to not say something for being afraid I would say to much, or get everything done perfect, or not perfect but still done....it is never good enough. I get talked about, blasted if you will, and some if it is just not true! and it hurts, and it makes me feel inadequate and my buttons get pushed, and really I could on and on but I won't!
I refuse to give this any more of time or attention today! I am going to figure it out, I am going to love and be loved and stop worrying or seeking approval that won't be there, and learn that I truly am the one in charge of my own piece of the world and I can make it be as good as I need!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824018093495499127.post-13772257856689925202011-03-14T12:55:00.004-05:002011-03-14T16:17:48.138-05:00Warm sun, blue sky..BEAUTIFUL,WONDERFUL,GLORIOUS, PERFECT....
those are just some of the words that I would use to describe our weekend!!
Crystal blue skies, no clouds in sight, warm sun on our skin and the sound of soccer mom and dads cheering on their favorite little players. First, goal of the game by none other then Tyler Robinson!!!! Won both games, saw my son have some of the most wonderful assists, and foot skills..and even better then that watching him get schooled by a girl!!! PRICELESS!!!
I am also firing Warren from videoing the games with flip, why you ask?? because he is so involved with the game he misses the action with the camera. We get alot of grass, feet, and the end of the wonderful plays but not the actual plays themselves..so he is fired and I will try to get better video this weekend.
Emily Klair got to have hitting practice last week, the weather has not been cooperating so we have not been able to have real softball practice yet, unlike soccer, if it sprinkles they cancel so the fields won't get messed up. So hitting inside at the top of the old high school where I use to practice is all she has gotten to do. And well, she is mine so I get to say she did awesome!! The hitting coach agrees, and said she has some "natural" talent!! We shall see as the season goes on but I am excited to get this going and watch her have a blast on the softball field.
Thank you all for your kind words on my last post, still not 100% but I am back to work and gonna try to make it to a work out tomorrow for the first time. I am not sure what is going on but it is not fun when it happens, I get sweaty, pulse races, feel like I have an elephant on my chest or someone squeezing my chest to the point of no return, then I get sick to my stomach throw up, feel weak, then it passes in about an hour, minus a little discomfort in my chest. Every test is coming back fine but even morphine, and phenagren couldn't control my pain or vomiting at the hospital, they know something is going on just not sure what?? I don't have my gallbladder, but they have said I could still have stones without my gallbladder?? who knew go figure?? I have decided to just wait and hold off before calling and making the follow up with the doctor, just hate having test and things run, nothing ever shows anything!! Even my MRI for my shoulder showed nothing but a small tear it wasn't till they got in there during surgery that they saw that I basically tore every cartilage, ligament off the bone front and back, and my rotator cuff was caught in my shoulder joint....major surgery!! but nothing but a small tear in my cartilage on the MRI...same with EK negative pregnancy test till over 10 wks along!! so nothing ever shows up for me..so why spend the money? that is my thought anyway...
ok sorry this post got hijacked by my medical drama from last week...sorry about that! if you are still reading thanks...
so one of my news years resolutions was to tell more of my story, hmmm how can I say this I haven't had one post about my story...I can't seem to get it together, it is like I am afraid to write it, or post it , or rethink about it. I don't know?? Something is holding me back and I don't know why?? I have no problems sharing but at the same time I can't let myself hit publish post?!?!? and it is driving me crazy, so I think I am going to have to start off with something easy, something light and fluffy!! so if I have not shared this week please make me!! hold me accountable!!Karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18029176309236736174noreply@blogger.com1