Post and orders, remain as directed

 So, tonight I was listening to a guy named Philip De Courcy, a very Irish fellow. He’s an excellent speecher, and looks not at all how I pictured him. He talked about where we get our orders. Most of us have more than one order giver in our lives. If you are married, sometimes the directives come from the spouse. If you have a toddler, you know that you find yourself taking orders now and then before you realize that tiny turkey is not the boss of you. And if you are a Christian, even if no one else knows…

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Greedy Grip

My friends, Erin and Dan-O, once had a toddler. She is old now, but when she was an itty bitty sly thing she sneaked into the kitchen garbage can, where she confiscated a few stale Whoppers I threw away. When I caught her, she gripped her chubby little hands around those candies as if they were her last melons for the next million, billion years. I tried prying those puny fists open, but she gripped harder and screamed, “DON’T TAKE IT!! I NEEEED IT!” To that I cracked up laughing and had to call in reinforcements, because as it turns…

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Reminisce

Sometimes looking at our past is important. Sometimes it is just out right hilarious. This is the latter. Reminisce with me, won’t you? The following story is not a test or piece of fiction. The following story is #111 why we should have our own show.  as promised, the grocery store ::flasback segment::Layla Grace-6 monthishEli-18months-ishIsabelle-4 ishme-the day I turned grayIt’s a day like any other. We have errands to run. One including the grocery store. We stroll into Albertson’s. Oh so unsuspecting. I have Eli and Layla squeeezed into the front seat normally meant for one. They are rigged, two…

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Snarky Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be

This is our squirrel. Well, that isn’t her actual name, but it has been her label since our older daughter used her lisp to call this little one a crazy girl. It came out more like, “Crazy Squirrel.” She was only a year old then. She is seven and still Squirrel.This face is commonly found on her face. It means many things, and my husband can regularly be found trying to decipher it through loving conversation only a Daddy can deliver. He has grotesque patience. He could out meditate Ghandi. I mean it. Don’t even bother with a staring contest.I…

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Bring It

 So, we are Idahoans now. No, that isn’t really a word, and frankly it could be taken the wrong way if you are a girl attempting to over come a reputation. Luckily, I like my saucy reputation. I have worked hard to spread that rumor. OK, I haven’t a saucy rep. Sigh. I am just a girl who followed her man to Idaho when he asked her to. ::blush:: He is way worth it. So, we packed up our hooligans and hit the road. We landed in a rental, and we camped for about eight months before we decided to…

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Sometimes My Parenting Surprises Even Me

We have friends in town. You know the kind: besties that blur the line between family and friend for so long you forget you aren’t REALLY related. They live further away these days, but it isn’t their fault. We keep moving north. There is a slight chance we will end up right back where we started as their neighbor if we keep up this crazy pattern. At least we can grab a little Canadian chocolate on our way. Do not fret. We will share. I mean, I won’t but I have trained my kids to do as I say and…

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