tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302380030953907532024-03-21T20:25:29.830-07:00Simply MEKendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-53435065829418428202013-06-30T19:43:00.001-07:002013-06-30T19:43:21.818-07:00Seeing moreI have had a hard few months. After I had Anna and was on bed rest for three months, I knew I needed more time before I had another child. I know I am going to have more children. However, I didn't want to have them so close together for my body and sanity. I decided at my 2 month check to get an IUD Mirena put in. Thinking that for the next few years I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant before I was ready.<br />
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At first it was great. I was worried because in the past I have had issues with depression after giving birth. This time I didn't. I had mood swingers but nothing bad. After having it it for seven months I started gaining wight, getting more moody and having a bad outlook on myself and others. After having it in for ten months and gaining 15 pounds, I decided it was time to have it taken out. I lost ten pounds in the first week it was out, and my out look is much better.<br />
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I know I am to have more children because I have seen them. One little boy follows me around the house and I see him now and then. The other night I was counting my kids to make sure they were all here and felt like someone was missing. I want to have this sweet little boy, but I am not ready to be on bed rest again because my body can't do it. I want to be smart and bring him here with love . So I will wait a bit longer and start trying when my body is better prepared for the birth of another child.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-28978948548979913392013-06-11T09:22:00.002-07:002013-06-11T13:46:10.590-07:00When it rains.....<div style="text-align: center;">
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We started the .75 mile walk in high spirits havering fun and making jokes. When we got to the busy part of the walk I had them walk in "marching order", from oldest to youngest. The order was 10, 10, 8, 6, 6, 3, and 1 years old. I had the 3 and 1 year olds in a double stroller.</div>
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We walked a block and a half to the company that owns our house to pay rent. I left all the kids outside and went in to pay. The lady at the counter was nice and helpful. I had 2 dollars over what the rent was and thought it wouldn't be a problem... Boy was I wrong.</div>
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As I was leaving she said she was sorry, I not feeling so nice replayed that every one was. Not a moment I a proud of and would change if I could. I was near tears as I crossed the street. It was hot and we had been walking or outside for over two hours.</div>
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Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-63635132783175070982013-05-26T21:08:00.001-07:002013-05-26T21:08:09.782-07:00Change is hardMy Grandma has had the same T.V. since before I was born. It has the T.V. in a wood box that sits on the floor. The picture has become increasingly distorted. Over time the people's heads have gotten bigger as the body and legs get smaller. On adds that want you to call a number, you can't read it because it is so small. She thought that it was fine and would be with her until she was gone.<div><br></div><div>Derrick and I received a T.V. That was nicer than the one we had from some dear friends. So, we decided to give the old one to grandma for Christmas. We brought it in thinking we did a good job, and that she would love it.</div><div><br></div><div>She was set on keeping her old T.V. Saying that nothing was wrong with it. We didn't have a place to put the new one, so we put it in the back bedroom. Hoping that the next time we came she would see she needed it.</div><div><br></div><div>Four month past and we came to visit. Nothing had changed. If anything she was more determined to keep the old T.V. We still didn't have a place to put it, so we let it go. </div><div><br></div><div>Anew weeks later I found the perfect stand to put it on, and it was free. What could be better. We came up to grandma's today and knew that if we were going to change the T.V.s around it would have to be when she wasn't here to complain about wanting the one that was broken. </div><div><br></div><div>We happened to get home earlier than her from putting flours on graves in a near by graveyard. Derrick and I moved fast. The old T.V. was anything but light, so I had Derrick back the van to the door so that we wouldn't have to walk across the yard. We were able to get the new T.V. set up and ready to go.</div><div><br></div><div>My mom was in the car with my grandma when they got home and said that my grandma was afraid she was robbed because of the makes in the grass. My mom then told her that she thought that Derrick and I might have moved the T.V. witch was a good thing. </div><div><br></div><div>The first thing that she said was that the people looked so much better. I couldn't believe it. She later said that the color was better and that you don't know how bad it is until you see the change.</div><div><br></div><div>I am realizing that I do the same thing. I hang on to so many things thinking that I need it because I am used to it and don't know anything better. I need to let go more. My Father in Heaven knows that I could see the picture better if I changed and was willing to move forward. I need to go to the forward in change, knowing that I will be able to see the picture better.</div><div> </div>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-41639476307239479622013-05-22T17:53:00.001-07:002013-05-22T17:53:57.941-07:00It has been a whileSo, I have had a bit going on lately. <div><br></div><div>I have been preparing for the upcoming Farmers Market with my husband. He is going to sell a game he created and chain mail bracelets, while I am going to sell homemade lotion, foot scrub, toothpaste, and solid perfume in lockets. I made them all and used essential oils in them. I had to find out about FDA regulations and figure out labels. I also help Derrick with the marketing of his game and marketing of bags to put them in. There was a lot of research that went into this...and money. Here is hoping it all works out. I will keep you posted.</div><div><br></div><div>Seth has also been potty training. We have a clock that chimes every half hour so that is when we started to take him. He only tells us a tenth of the time when he has to go, but that is better then whet he was doing before. </div><div><br></div><div>I have started thinking about my ideas towards my kids and how it needs to change. I have five of the most amazing kids ever to be born. They all play well with each other and for the most part do not fight. If I were to be honest the main time the fight is when I am already upset over something that has nothing to do with them.so I am going to stop yelling, aka, my favorite sin. You know, the one you want to hold on to to help you feel safe. I will stop. My kids do not need the memories of me heeling at them. I don't what that to be what is there. So I will quit.</div><div> </div><div>I use yelling to protect myself...from a two year old...yep a child who is learning about the world around them. A child who learns from me that yelling and making others feel small is the right thing. I have suffered from depression and have used it as a crutch, saying that it is ok to yell because I am depressed. <b>What</b> am I thinking. It is never ok to make anyone feel small because you need to feel in control. Don't you think if I started ushering control I would start feeling it. </div><div><br></div><div>I will let you know how it is going.</div><div><br></div><div>Oh, the diet has stopped. I am eating,working out , and taking care of me for me. I can only do my best and not get down when that isn't were I want it to be. I can only do what I can do and that is enough..</div>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-4809690269281338242013-04-24T21:00:00.001-07:002013-04-24T21:00:35.806-07:00Keep tryingIf is hard to feel like doing much when your head hurts. I have to remember constantly that my head hurts and that the kids don't know. That being short with them isn't going to help anything. I am not perfect. I want to be better and do better. <br />
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I suffer from depression and I am opting not to take prescription medication. I am resizing blessings, going to the temple, reading scriptures and listening to good uplifting music. I am eating better and exercising more. It all helps, but I have to work at it every day. I have to know that the second I start feeling down it can lead to weeks of depression. I have to stay happy, or at lest try to. I am doing better and know that one day I will be healed.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-59274536818179836502013-04-23T14:43:00.001-07:002013-04-23T14:43:13.275-07:00I did itI went and did yoga for an hour yesterday. I didn't think standing still would be so hard. My body aches. But I feel like I am standing starter, so I guess it worked. I feel better for having done it. <br />
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I have been so tiered lately, I took a three hour nap two days last week and wish I could have a few more times. I am not sure why I am so sleepy, but hope it stops soon.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-45250034970954550332013-04-21T13:04:00.001-07:002013-04-21T13:04:05.531-07:00Give it to HimIn church today we were talking about fear, mainly with family. Will my kids stay true to what they are thought, or will they stray? After many others thoughts had been voiced I felt strongly that I needed to say this....<br />
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When we fear it leads to more fear. When we love it leads to more love. If we have fear we need to call upon our savior to lift our burden. We have to let Him take these things, it is part of the atonement and the only way to move forward. He loves us. He wants to help us to be all that we can, without fear. Fear is real. It is a scary world, but with love and faith we can overcome.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-54614970527108428402013-04-20T22:42:00.001-07:002013-04-20T22:42:24.714-07:00Birthday girlMeghan is 6! She woke up this morning and thought that we would make her breakfast in bed( I never have SOS didn't think about it). So, when she woke up and we didn't have food for her she feel apart and said that your birthday is suppose to go the way you want it and be the best day. I was consoling her and Derrick run upstairs to help the boys get her some food on a tray. Nothing fancy, but in bed. It did the trick. All way well in the kingdom. I think the day went well. We took an outing as a family to the mall to get a few things that we needed and made a stop at Costco and had lunch there. We even let the kids pay. <br />
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The most important thing about birthdays is feeling like every thing is for you, even when it isn't. So on your birthday be forgiving of others that can't read your mind and try to stay happy!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-40594373320057766702013-04-19T12:32:00.001-07:002013-04-23T14:38:25.994-07:00Not this timeSooo I have yet to work out. No, I didn't forget. I have been going a little mad with everyone being sick. I have started to do better with my sugar intake and it is helping. Tomorrow is Meghan's birthday, is is turning 6. She is so much like me that I have a hard time. We think so much a like and through the same kid of fits. Derrick often Says that he can see why I do some of the things I do. As I try to understand her better, I understand myself better. Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-91128227208022977452013-04-17T07:28:00.001-07:002013-04-17T07:28:03.753-07:00Brake downI had a complete brake down last night.i struggle after about 4 I don't keep calm, I lash out and yell at my sweet kids. I have been doing this for around three years and am more afraid it has become habit. Not one I want to keep. I need to do better, I need to be better. I do not want to be the yelling mom, I don't want that to be how my kids remember me. I will change. Starting today. No more yelling!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-90249966381973147282013-04-12T12:51:00.001-07:002013-04-23T14:38:17.265-07:00A day at a timeSo, I received a blessing from Derrick last nigh and was told I would be healed. I am always amazed at my father in heavens love for me. I am feeling much better today.not well enough to want to work out, so I will start Monday. I have decided to take every thing a day at a time. I will make plans and try to do things, but I don't want to feel pressure to do all these things that don't really matter. I was given a blessing once where I was told to do the mundane things. The route thing that we think do not matter. I have found that those things end up mattering the most. So I will make the most of them.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-15693391571475621872013-04-11T19:32:00.001-07:002013-04-11T19:32:14.104-07:00The ways of a two year oldToday I have had a sinus infection, meaning the house was free rain. I felt like I was moving in slow motion, never able to keep up. My sweet Seth wants to help sooo much, but he isn't able. He desired he wanted to paint and spilt about three tablespoons of brown paint all over the rug on our floor. Luckily it is an old rug that we do not care about, and it missed the carpet. We're was I you ask, in the kitchen less than ten feet away. He was with Sean and Meghan, you would think they would notice sooner, but no. Later when getting ready for bed, Patrick came up to tell us there was a mess that he couldn't clean up downstairs....Seth sticks again. This time he dumped a bottle of hand soup on the floor outside my room, more than five feet from the bathroom, not sure way outside my door, but there none the less.<br />
Here's hoping tom arrow I can keep up!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-19190481751086586022013-04-11T13:55:00.000-07:002013-04-11T13:55:40.281-07:00Making Me<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been struggling for some time to define who I am.... I know I am a wife and a mother...I know I am a daughter of God... But at the end of the day when I have five minutes of peace, who am I. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think "oh, this is the time to get all of the things done that I haven't( to be honest they haven't been done because I plain don't what to do them, I think they will magically happen without my help) I find myself watching shows</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to "get away", but that is what I have been doing the whole time. I avoid doing things all day and then tell myself that I have earned "me time" . Who am I kidding, not myself, I sit and consume</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> ice cream or chocolates because I have "earned them". I know that this makes me feel fat, lonely, and detached, yet I continue to do it.... Well I have had enough of me. I am not going to treat</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> myself to death. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, on reflection I have decided to start working out, 3 days for one hour and 2 days for thirty minutes. Now, although I would love to lose weight I am not doing it for that. I am doing it for me, because I have more e energy and feel better when I do. I stop making excuses, and become the me I want to be. So when I sit down at night and want to take time for me, I know I have earned it by doing all I can though out the day to take care of me and my family by fulfilling my responsibilities </span><br />
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<br />Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-31718804891412996982011-02-22T12:26:00.000-08:002011-02-22T12:34:13.412-08:00A little bit of sunshine!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz7RWPwsb7deU8gzTS3a8-TIx9y7DOE1gGrI3kNKwoL3s8tJNdvrh70UQLiHiWlYZaI-Q0UiMY43mZeifL_WztydORZQpHWBYduOUXPB_f0WX8UyvosCPwSn7olDOKOpve43VLl0-he77/s1600/Seth_Duncan-20110219.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoz7RWPwsb7deU8gzTS3a8-TIx9y7DOE1gGrI3kNKwoL3s8tJNdvrh70UQLiHiWlYZaI-Q0UiMY43mZeifL_WztydORZQpHWBYduOUXPB_f0WX8UyvosCPwSn7olDOKOpve43VLl0-he77/s320/Seth_Duncan-20110219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576613664196115202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: webdings;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>How could you not be happy waking up to this every morning???<br />This is my Sunshine!!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-86096637981373861292011-02-06T20:41:00.000-08:002011-02-06T20:53:43.132-08:00Here's to SMILINGI have had so many times the last few weeks that I go over what I have done that day. Knowing that I could do better, and be better. Looking for all the times I could have smiled and didn't. I am wondering if the reason I am doing this is because I am so tiered every night and know that the moment I lay down and my eyes are almost closed one of the kids will need me. I think I am afraid to go the sleep. If you told me that I could sleep more than 2 hours at a time I would laugh in your face...not the nicest thing to do. But I have had no sleep , so your bound to have the irrational me. <br />I wonder what it is that makes me want to go over what I can fix. I have a new day. New light. New strength and power from the Lord every day I wake up. Some days I know I am going to want to let the house become a danger zone and read all day. But what makes me think that it is ok to do that every day. No more..<br />I am going to do something new. All the I should have will be forgotten. I am going to do the best I can every day and not beat myself up for what wasn't done, but praise myself for what I did do. I have the power to become anything I want... Do I want to be a i should have or an I did. I will do something for me every day, even if all it is is that I wear cute socks, even if they don't match what I am wearing. tomorrow will be the day I make it. And anything is possible in it. Here's to smilingKendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-69037552164896500592010-11-15T11:11:00.000-08:002010-11-15T11:21:41.794-08:00Go Away SatanYesterday my kids were fighting over who got to lay the V-Smile first... not all that uncommon, But this day I was done with all the fighting. Woo was being loud and screaming "It's My turn first!" to witch PaPa started crying. I came in and told them they couldn't play if they were going to fight, to witch both started crying. I asked who was making the yucky feeling in our house. They said Satan. I asked who wanted us to be happy, Heavenly father. Then I told them that it was there choose who we felt. That Satan could only be here if we let him. Then I told them to tell him to go away, that we didn't want him here. PaPa yelled right away "Go AWAY Satan!!!" Woo was quiet for about a minute. I could see him thinking it though. When it made since he yelled" Go away and don't ever come back!" <br /><br />I found that the feeling in our house changed that second. When we know what is happening and refuse it to be that way our house can be a peaceful place.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-90778706844738976732010-11-07T20:30:00.000-08:002010-11-07T20:39:29.787-08:00Woo and the Stairs...dun. dun. dunThis morning Woo tumbled down the stairs. He was going to fast in his socks and slipped and rolled part way down the stairs. He caught himself on the bottom by garbing on to the wood railing bar. He told Lu "I could have DIED!" I was told later when he was having trouble walking up the stairs because of the huge bruise that is on his shin. Later he told me that his tooth hurt. Back tooth on the left. Thought OK I will call the dentist tomorrow and see what is up. Went to church and came home, eat dinner and played games. After wrestling with Hansom, his jaw was very swollen. Duh he hit it on his fall down the stairs. We will see what it looks like tomorrow. If it is worse or if he can't sleep going to the Doc. Hope it gets better on its own.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-47172411490373661152010-11-07T10:10:00.000-08:002010-11-07T10:14:44.615-08:00Do fairies go to church??PaPa lost a tooth yesterday and put it in the box he has for his teeth. I being a forgetful mom, forgot to give him his money and take the tooth, again. He woke up and asked me if fairies went to church, because then they wouldn't work on Sundays. I was grateful to his imagination. I need to do better at being prompt. He also told me that he knew I wasn't the one giving him money because I would remember. Well, maybe I will next time.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-5278198662720959332010-11-06T19:09:00.000-07:002010-11-06T19:12:36.604-07:00PaPa is so coolI went to PaPa's school on Friday for his all about me week. The kids asked him what he liked to do best and he answered, I like to be with my family and do chores on Saturdays with them. How cool is that. I like to think we make chores fun, now i know we do. We try to let everyone be involved and have music playing and fun things, like movie night, to do after. Hope the love of cleaning lasts!!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-52933664344037750822010-11-04T07:44:00.001-07:002010-11-04T07:58:40.930-07:00MotivationI have often wondered what motivates Derrick to write. I know that the Lord has given him a lite to share and this is his gift for doing it. I can't believe the stories that fly from his fingers. The stories he weves and the pictures he paints with his words. <br /><br />I am the wife a writer...and not just any writer, Derrick Paul Duncan. He is so wonderful. He works around the family to create his worlds. He can see the place he is creating and bring me into it in just a few words. <br /><br />This month is national write a novel month. I was a bit skeptical at first. 50,000 words in a month is a lot. With his new job he has time during the day to write. I have a hard time some days letting him go. I don't get to sleep with him during the night because of his work and during the day he sleeps so the few hours I get I take, and some times more that I should. It has been hard to let him sleep and not ask him to be with me. I have Friday and Saturday nights. He is trying so hard to be so many things and I am proud of his ability to acomplish so much. <br /><br />I love to read all of his work, some stories I don't like and others I can't get enough of. I love that he brings me into the story by talking about it with me and asking what I think. I almost fell like a small part of me goes into each story. <br /><br />Derrick, I know you can do it. This month will be an adventure and I am happy to go on it with you!!!Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-77837634296761193822010-11-01T08:57:00.000-07:002010-11-01T09:26:25.355-07:00It has been a whileSo for my lack of blogging I am sorry. I have not had internet for some time and am glad to say that I do now. I have so many things that have happened over the past year and a bit since I last wrote. I have an amazing little boy. He is now 3 months old and a joy, for now we will call him Rue. He was born on the 29th of July. He brings peace and calm. He isn't a crier. He is starting to laugh and play. He loves singing and music, he has started to "sing" with me. Right now his favorite songs are " You are my sunshine" and " Mares eat oats". <br />PaPa is in 2nd grade and having fun. He was nervous about starting in a new school, again, but has made the most of it . He is still struggling with reading, we hope that he will find that he likes to read and not just be read to soon. He loves to be outside and moving. <br />Woo is in kindergarten and having such a good time. He is learning to read and LOVES doing homework. I have to tell him it is time to stop so he doesn't do it all day. He likes plying on the play-station and we have had to limit his playing to Mon. , Wend. , and Fri., sometimes Sat. for 1 hour of play time. He gets warped up in what he is doing and forgets to do anything different.<br />Moddle is now Lu, she is 3 and a half and so much like me it is funny. she will through a fit and I can see myself doing the something. She is a joy, when she isn't whining. she loves music and dancing. I don't think there are enough books in our house to keep her entreated. she love following her brothers around and making room where she might not fit. <br />Hansome is doing well. He just got a job teaching English to people in Korea. He works 12-7 in the morning and sleeps in shifts during the day. He is also going to write a 50,000 word novel this month. <br />I am doing ok. Four children take a lot of energy, I have to say that my house often suffers for my lack of sleep and energy. I am trying to make a new routine so I can feel more in control of my house. As of yet we are lucky if I make dinner, and remember to get the kids from school. <br />I have so many things I want to do and now have less time to do them, you would think that with a sleeping baby I would have time to get things done. Ahh well, best laid planes. I am enjoying being a Bear cub Scout Leader with Hansome, I think that part of it is that i get to see other adult 2 times a month for round table and Pack meetings. I so starve for another adult to talk with. Hansome is only here for dinner and since he sleeps when the kids do, it gives me a lot of alone time. I am trying to finish all the crafts I have started, but i can only do so much when Rue wants to be held.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-62155142366578478932009-07-08T15:34:00.000-07:002009-07-08T15:42:44.398-07:00Yes that is right... we don't know whyI have had such an amazing time this last little bit. The pathways that I am supposed to take. Unfortunately I don't know how to get there. I feel like the Brother of Jared. You know how he has to come up with how to make the light in the boats work? I feel like I am finding my lights. I don't know how things will work out. But I KNOW that they willKendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-54940511605087170842009-05-09T21:44:00.000-07:002009-05-09T22:01:33.039-07:00I haven't the time...I find more and more days go by and I haven't read an e-mail or looked at facebook, or wrote on my blog. That also means I don't <span style="font-weight: bold;">make </span>the time to sew, do crafts, or read, I will admit I read more than anything else. I find that the more time I have the less I get done.<br /><br />I have friends who are always late, you have to tell them that the event is 10-20 min. early for them to show up 30 min. lat. I have others who are 5-10 min. early and always willing to lend a hand in preparations. Where do I fit...Some where in the middle.<br /><br />I hate being late. I hate having every one look at you because you walk into church after the sacrament, This could be salved by not sitting in the front row every week...but them what would keep Hansom awake:). I don't like waiting for others who don't think off all they need to do and don't have time because they started to late to do all they wanted to.<br /><br />I am a planer I know that when we have some where to go it will take us so long to get there and give 5 extra min. so we can walk in right on time. I know how long it takes the kids and I to get ready and what order to get ready it. I know how long dinner will take and 9 times out of 20, I said that to be funny, I have dinner on the table at 5.<br /><br />I get anxious when we ...I run late or when I am behind. I start to go into super mode, you know the one where you move slow and everything rushes by...well maybe not rush, but it still moves faster than you can go no matter how fast you go. I start thinking faster, witch means I leave things out of what I am saying and have to repeat myself so many times that if I would have said it right then I would have saved 5 min. I don't like it.<br /><br />onther thing, if you aren't going to be on time...call.You have a phone, if you don't sorry, use it. I worry when I know someone is supposed to be where i am and they aren't. I mean worry...I can't do much else because I know you are supposed to be with me. So call and let me know.<br /><br />Sorry...I think I needed to vent.Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1330238003095390753.post-77353686644066210132009-04-25T17:58:00.000-07:002009-04-25T18:24:36.829-07:00Mooddle is 2!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W-INOkFJbu9kXg99erzb35LFmfpIk7YZG4CyKii78U57zc9oStHo31oCN21xmCcB0KGY-EpIt48kOEms4QvjIMd3b-uIWA7tGSug9kQXo1xGwrCKKB-zPfVoioyODZUV2IbvPcWFYuIv/s1600-h/PIC_0030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6W-INOkFJbu9kXg99erzb35LFmfpIk7YZG4CyKii78U57zc9oStHo31oCN21xmCcB0KGY-EpIt48kOEms4QvjIMd3b-uIWA7tGSug9kQXo1xGwrCKKB-zPfVoioyODZUV2IbvPcWFYuIv/s320/PIC_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328801769216457026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCshaDRkODlu3oSTTX3Vpb67In-4_bKvlfavnNBPCVSeT5nCeh5FLO9VgEdbjRYIqw5TVaa-fJ1YpLUd9DMUYwuAldCh_DTr7mILkx0Qe5PdOmcICis1kF06lchRI83-y7yDI6a2PmzzE/s1600-h/S6301395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCshaDRkODlu3oSTTX3Vpb67In-4_bKvlfavnNBPCVSeT5nCeh5FLO9VgEdbjRYIqw5TVaa-fJ1YpLUd9DMUYwuAldCh_DTr7mILkx0Qe5PdOmcICis1kF06lchRI83-y7yDI6a2PmzzE/s320/S6301395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328801337734219522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMjnvpnfDnc6BOSgnW7FOG6P2cmH-iZ1bq0wrBhUrwxeVcbjZBRsd1WzTSBZOAwDde0a7-jVQsLqQujydm4iLuWCzFwd5S6dqqC_528aMFaSpvXGj8tlp1ijqc7z3P1o43JGY2vHRm3cW/s1600-h/S6301485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMjnvpnfDnc6BOSgnW7FOG6P2cmH-iZ1bq0wrBhUrwxeVcbjZBRsd1WzTSBZOAwDde0a7-jVQsLqQujydm4iLuWCzFwd5S6dqqC_528aMFaSpvXGj8tlp1ijqc7z3P1o43JGY2vHRm3cW/s320/S6301485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800944288145730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3l4pv1_LHPvYSDzFAGuq5aGgpI9FfIaaDIdz8aRFxga3qK_EbInq6Vza1Wl_8ISwo1_8xEcBdZxtZG96xaSjxGYzdoyT9Z52LpGjUE6vghjGDErBv6Bec6LqocaI5WSu-EHC1_PFS-KF/s1600-h/S6300288.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji3l4pv1_LHPvYSDzFAGuq5aGgpI9FfIaaDIdz8aRFxga3qK_EbInq6Vza1Wl_8ISwo1_8xEcBdZxtZG96xaSjxGYzdoyT9Z52LpGjUE6vghjGDErBv6Bec6LqocaI5WSu-EHC1_PFS-KF/s320/S6300288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800751665340754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGhyLx14MYy1NtC6UndHoa_lCzqRuEa200rqLIwmmGNtZKncT_hemYShk_TLREvppMZp6GfamEHH-BI4xHszPUiaevfrZ5vqDWbLsWPV3vNwaSBJJvxvhY4a0BL-IMbh07OILkRxvm-h9/s1600-h/S6300616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisGhyLx14MYy1NtC6UndHoa_lCzqRuEa200rqLIwmmGNtZKncT_hemYShk_TLREvppMZp6GfamEHH-BI4xHszPUiaevfrZ5vqDWbLsWPV3vNwaSBJJvxvhY4a0BL-IMbh07OILkRxvm-h9/s320/S6300616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800434784800482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumaNHTNQElUtNm7sKfkU68fKSNHJ6yHtt1y5fo3TXRACtoEsIl0QB4wVj7rV8MZ5ql3jD3BDox8EX1KbUIw1BzzaLVXkGtJt2qFcFAicm60zacDOLFczO-dHYrODZdjEVgpwmx_fcJkr1/s1600-h/S6300912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiumaNHTNQElUtNm7sKfkU68fKSNHJ6yHtt1y5fo3TXRACtoEsIl0QB4wVj7rV8MZ5ql3jD3BDox8EX1KbUIw1BzzaLVXkGtJt2qFcFAicm60zacDOLFczO-dHYrODZdjEVgpwmx_fcJkr1/s320/S6300912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328798717517975858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx3PAnpZWfPWPVl-zROsr0Ul-Bqdgbalkw_ajwge_6GXPsg7HDwUbfd2yBJcmZ-KGoz8GpvIUxGLaRumplPWw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16906802129461429957noreply@blogger.com4