tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88508340510497553432024-03-18T22:08:57.088-05:00Whatever you chase after...you will becomeKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.comBlogger136125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-33991682877295184552012-01-17T11:09:00.001-06:002012-01-17T11:09:00.256-06:00New BlogI've started a new blog to talk about Our Year of Living Deliberately with our boys.<br />
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Would love you to join me there if you enjoyed reading my old blog.<br />
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If not, I wish you and yours all the peace in the world for 2012.<br />
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http://ouryearoflivingdeliberately.blogspot.com/Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-3257300629861430952010-05-28T08:45:00.002-05:002010-05-28T08:49:04.958-05:00UpdatesBeen a while since I've checked in here. <br /><br />The job is going fine. Very busy trying to set up a brand new company. I don't seem to have as much down time as I did before but that is a good thing.<br /><br />Boys are doing great. Patrick got a volunteer job at the Birmingham Zoo this summer so he is thrilled about that. Josh is all ready for summer camp, swim lessons and karate. Colin will be turning 2 in July and continues to crack me up every day. <br /><br />I've started running again at least 3 days a week so that has been a huge help for me energy wise, stress wise, happiness, etc. I hate starting but once I'm in the middle of it I enjoy it. Plus, it is time for just me and my iPod and I can clear my head and think.<br /><br />John and I are great. Celebrating our 10 year wedding anniversary in June. Hard to believe we have been married 10 years. I wouldn't re-do the first few years for all the money in the world. But, knowing now he is my best friend and knowing how much we have gone through to get to this point...just...wow. <br /><br />Hope all is well in your world. I do check in and read from time to time...just not much updating on my end.<br /><br />Have a great, long holiday weekend!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-9275101876659105672010-03-09T10:37:00.002-06:002010-03-09T10:39:48.332-06:00I have quit my current job and my last day will be the 19th.<br /><br />On the 22nd I start to open a new agency with my old boss. It will be just me and him at least through 2010 until we get settled and get things lined up.<br /><br />I'll be taking a about a 2% pay cut but I'll be able to work from home one day a week during the summer months and possibly on into the fall, depending on how things work out.<br /><br />I'll work 8-3 each day I'm in the office. <br /><br />Very exciting to be in on the ground level of something that could potentially turn into something down the road.<br /><br />Of course there is risk and I'm a little nervous but overall excited. <br /><br />And, as always, it is just a job. It isn't my life or what defines me so if it fails then I start over. No big deal.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-58619923541187814502010-02-24T08:06:00.002-06:002010-02-24T08:09:15.448-06:00Nothing ventured...nothing gained?I got a phone call from my old boss on Monday. He wanted to know if I could meet him for lunch and "talk some business." <br /><br />Interesting.<br /><br />Well...we had lunch and it is definitely interesting. He has some stuff going on that he might want me to be a part of. <br /><br />Can't really share too many details yet but needless to say, it is something risky but could be very beneficial in the long run.<br /><br />It would give me more time with my kids so that is a definite plus. <br /><br />But...it is risky. Did I mention that? <br /><br />Lots of thought and prayer needs to happen on this one and unfortunately I don't have a whole lot of time to mull it over.<br /><br />What I need is a huge sign from God that even I can't miss that tells me EXACTLY what I need to do with this one...Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-71317396146808085192010-02-19T13:05:00.006-06:002010-02-19T13:45:45.869-06:00From Kelly's Korner--Show us Your Ministry<a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="Show Us Your Life with Kelly's Korner" src="http://i737.photobucket.com/albums/xx15/tricianaedesigns/KellyShowUs.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Kelly made a slight change this week and instead of Show Us Your Life she asks for us to Show our Ministry. Here's mine...<br /><br />My name is Kristin and I am a believer in Jesus Christ who struggles with infidelity, pride and control issues. <br /><br />I grew up in an average family. I can’t say that my childhood was horrific or that it was perfect. As a family we had our own hurts, habits and hang ups but nothing that I consider to have been a major influence in shaping how my life turned out. I was saved and baptized at seven years old. <br /><br />I was a pretty good kid growing up and never really gave my parents that much trouble. I dated the same boy all through high school, made good grades, was a leader in our church youth group and basically did what was asked of me.<br /><br />I received a full scholarship to the University of Montevallo and began my freshman year in August of 1993. College was a new world and I quickly realized I wasn’t home anymore. I pledged a sorority and began getting involved in a world that was completely foreign to me but exciting and something I enjoyed. <br /><br />I did begin drinking and experimenting with drugs but I feel those never became issues for me. I could take it or leave it. It was never something that I feel I struggled with. Not to say I didn’t have my share of drinking stories but just not an issue that I feel I would say I struggled with.<br /><br />My first year away passed rather uneventfully and I began my second year. The partying and drinking increased but again, I didn’t feel it was out of control. In fact, I was always the one who kept everybody else in line and usually ended up being the Designated Driver or put various friends to bed before they did anything to further make fools of themselves. However, as an adult and especially as a mother I look back now on some of the situations I placed myself in and cringe. I am extremely fortunate nothing worse happened to me.<br /><br />One night a group of friends were in Birmingham hitting the local bars and we met up with some guys we all casually knew. One in particular paid me a whole lot of attention and brought me drink after drink. I had seen him around and felt like I kind of knew him so I trusted him and we spent the evening talking, drinking, dancing and get to know each other better. I take full responsibility for my drinking that night but the night ended in a way that shaped my views of relationships and sex for years to come. <br /><br />I have vague recollections of that night but I do remember him driving my car and taking me back to his apartment. Things got physical and I do remember telling him “no” but I was so impaired from the alcohol that I didn’t have the mindset to be very forceful in my protests. That was my first sexual experience and later I remember feeling extremely shameful and not sure if this was date rape or I brought it on by my actions beforehand. I was 18 years old.<br /><br />After this experience I became very reckless with my behavior and jumped from one guy to another for the next few months. I assumed that it really didn’t matter anymore since the fact that I had always waited for the “right” person was no longer an option. I put myself in extremely dangerous situations and am very fortunate that God didn’t allow anything else to happen to me. I began dating an older man and thought this relationship was finally going to save me. <br /><br />I became pregnant 2 days before my 21st birthday and I was petrified. I told my parents and they were devastated but supported me. I married the man and quickly learned that most of the things he had told me about himself were all lies. Imagine waking up one morning and finding out every single thing your spouse ever told you was a complete lie. We divorced a little over a year later and I obtained full custody of my son.<br /><br />Life chugged along with nothing major going on and I met my current husband. We married and I thought I finally had it all. The one glaring problem with our relationship was that he was married to someone else when I first met him. Again though, he was my ticket to happiness and a stable life so I plowed on ahead full throttle. <br /><br />We now acknowledge we made several mistakes in the beginning of our relationship and hurt many people. <br /><br />I had my second son about 2 years after we got married. My career had taken off and I was in the best place financially I had ever been in. We were by all accounts blissfully happy.<br /><br />I had an ideal husband. Thoughtful. Handsome. Smart. Funny. A good Dad. And he would want me to throw in rippling muscles here too. From all outside eyes we had a great marriage. Compatible. Spent lots of time together. Took fun trips. Went on dates. Everything seemed perfect. Then it wasn't. <br /><br />I never meant to have an affair. I honestly ignored all the signs and warnings until I was well in over my head and quickly drowning in deceit. <br />The reason our marriage almost failed was the strongest example I personally have ever had of how Satan works in our lives at times. I was this close to losing my marriage and my family over what I thought were greener pastures.<br /><br />Only when I accepted I could not manage my life and completely turned it over to God did my circumstances change. Yes, I had to put in tremendous effort, but that beginning point…that surrendering to God is what started the ball rolling. Yes, there was hurt and immense pain, disappointment, anger, bitterness and an overwhelming sense of failure. But now I can say with complete certainty there is peace. I hadn’t had peace in such a long time. I have it now and I won’t do anything to jeopardize it again. My life is far from perfect but having peace again is something I value every single day.<br /><br />I became close to someone in my office and a few conversations turned into long lunches, then spending more and more time together, then emails throughout the day, then an ongoing physical, emotional and mental affair that continued for 2 years. It got to the point I considered life without my husband and my children in order to continue to have this relationship. At one point I convinced myself that my children would actually be better off if I weren’t a part of their lives. This man had a wife and 2 wonderful children as well. Not only was I throwing away my children’s security and happiness but his children’s too. I had myself convinced it eventually would be better for everyone if we were together because then we would be so HAPPY. The myth of happiness that we let ourselves believe. The myth that Satan perpetuates in our minds. <br /><br />My husband found out and confronted me with my affair on 3 separate occasions and each time I begged his forgiveness. I cried. I pleaded. I made all sorts of promises. I swore it would never happen again and every single time I failed. The definition of insanity…right? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. And every single time he said he forgave me and we tried to put it behind us. We didn’t go to counseling. We didn’t pray about it. We just said we were going to be okay and then we went right on along the same path and we couldn’t figure out why we kept getting the same results. We would take a fantastic trip together, just the two of us, and think that was the way to get our marriage back in focus. And each time we ended up back at square one. I distinctly remember one of those trips out of the country and sitting in this beautiful location at this beautiful restaurant and not having a word to say to each other. I wanted to be somewhere else with someone else and my husband knew it.<br /><br />I put my marriage, my family, my career, my reputation and everything that mattered to me at risk for absolutely nothing. But, at the time, I thought it was everything and I couldn’t see past the facade of that relationship to see how much I was truly risking by being in it. <br /><br />I remember walking in once on my husband, literally on his knees, praying, after I had yet again broken my promises and yet again been found out. I don’t know exactly what he was praying for. The ability to forgive? Strength? Courage? I actually laughed at him and remember saying, “Good luck with that…it doesn’t work.” I had allowed Satan to have such a stronghold in my life that I didn’t even believe in prayer any longer.<br /><br />I would be driving home after work or a business trip, after spending time with this other man and thinking that I didn’t want to feel guilty anymore. I didn’t want to feel convicted about what I was doing. I didn’t want anymore guilt. I wanted to do what I wanted to do and not have to think about the consequences or feel remorse. I asked God once to just let me go. I was so angry and disgusted that I shouted out loud in the car, “LET ME GO…LEAVE ME ALONE” and I heard a barely audible voice reply so kindly and patiently “I can’t.” I have never audibly heard the voice of God until this day. And I felt a warmth and a peace and I wanted to give in to it but my will and my control won out and I pushed it aside…for a time.<br />I am very fond of a quote by C.S. Lewis: God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pain. Pain is God's megaphone to rouse a deaf world."<br /><br />About a year into my affair I became pregnant. I was almost certain my husband was not the father of this baby and I panicked. At this point my husband did not know I was having the affair. I told him I was pregnant and that I did not want to go through another rough pregnancy. He knew things weren’t right with us even though we hadn’t verbalized it yet. He agreed a baby was not a good idea. When he came home from work that day I had already called and made an appointment to have an abortion for the next day. I knew if I waited I wouldn’t be able to go through with it. He went with me to the appointment and all along I let him believe it was his baby and we were making the right decision. This is one of the hardest things I have had to forgive myself of and I am still not there yet.<br /><br />Even after this experience, I kept trying it my way. Even after sacrificing this child to cover up my sin I went right back to the other man. I quit my job to try and remove myself from seeing him every day and within 2 days of leaving I was seeing him again even more than when we worked together. I couldn’t break this bond I thought we had no matter what I tried to do. <br /><br />I made a very weak attempt at seeing a professional counselor at one point and after talking to me and giving me some written tests she asked me if I had ever had a drug or alcohol problem because I had such high addictive behavior qualities. I remember walking out of her office and never going back because how dare she lump me into the same category as drunks and addicts. Little did I know I had an addiction to this toxic relationship the same as any drunk or addict ever had.<br /><br />After being confronted a third time by my husband and him telling me he couldn’t do it anymore and he was leaving me, I remember talking to God and saying, “I can’t do this. I can’t seem to walk away from this other relationship even if it costs me everything. But, if you will help me get this person out of my heart and my mind and my life I’ll try but I can’t do it by myself. You have to help me.” <br />After I prayed this I made a decision to have no contact with this other person. I started out telling myself I would try to go a week and not call or email or see him. I honestly didn’t know if I could do it but I knew I was going to try and see what happened. I called and told him that if he had ever cared anything at all about me in the least he would walk away and never contact me again.<br /><br />One week turned into a month…then 2 months then 6 months and so on. I made a promise to my husband that I would never hurt him like I had again and it’s a promise I intend to keep with God’s help. September 20th marked 3 years since I made that decision.<br /><br />We started seeing a counselor together and we made an effort to do what it took…whatever it took…to heal our marriage. And it took a lot. It was work. It was not easy in the least and it still isn't. It is a daily affirming of our commitment to our marriage.<br /><br />Here we are 3 years later and we are in a better place than we ever have been before. We are closer than we have ever been before. Yes, he still does things that I could break his neck for and I’m sure I do the same…but our stake is in the ground. We aren’t going anywhere. I begin my day each morning with a prayer thanking God for my husband, for my children and for peace again. <br />As an added blessing God chose to give me a 4th pregnancy and our beautiful Colin was born in July 2008. He will never replace the baby that I aborted but he is a constant reminder to me of God’s grace and forgiveness.<br /><br />Not everyone has to go through something like this to understand God’s faithfulness but I’m hard headed. I have to crash into that brick wall before I learn God’s lessons. <br /><br />It’s my prayer daily that God continues to strengthen my marriage and makes me into the wife and mother my husband and children deserve. <br /><br />I tell you all this to assure you there isn’t anything in your life right now that is bigger than God’s grace and God’s faithfulness. <br /><br />He has so many blessings he wants to pour out into our lives but we prevent him from doing so by our choices and sinful nature. It’s only when we surrender and tell him we place our burden in his hands that we can begin to heal and begin to experience the life he wants for us. Sometimes it takes 2 years…sometimes longer…but God is faithful.<br /><br />I cling to John 3:30—He must increase and I must decrease. This verse is a jumping off place for me daily. <br /><br />By becoming involved with Celebrate Recovery I have learned the steps and tools I need to help me manage my life. I can look back on the events that happened during my affair and see so clearly the steps I could have taken and how that place of surrender is exactly what starts the ball rolling.<br /><br />For the first time in my life I have developed friendships with women. I always viewed women as competition, rivals or obstacles to something I wanted. God has blessed me beyond measure by bringing me the women He has and helped me see them as the gifts that they are in my life. <br /><br />My husband and I have full disclosure between us now. I check everything I’m doing by asking myself if John were standing right here with me right now would I say that? Would I flirt like that? Would I accept that lunch invitation? I am extremely aware of my behavior and where to now draw the line. In the past my line was clearly not defined and I pushed it further and further.<br /><br />Another verse that I remind myself of constantly is Matthew 16:24-26—Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat; I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for?<br /><br />Thank you so much for letting me share with you. I now am leading a group of amazing women each week at Celebrate Recovery that are dealing with a whole host of issues: Eating disorders, divorce, suicidal tendencies, cutting, anger, fear, alcohol and drug addictions...you name it. I am so very fortunate to have this opportunity to minister to these ladies and help them work their steps and get to a place of healing.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-53821154038483699772010-02-19T08:13:00.003-06:002010-02-19T13:34:59.051-06:00Status ReportLife has just been busy. Nothing earth shattering.<br /><br />Still working out kinks with the Celebrate Recovery Ministry. Hoping and praying that all works out for the very best and it is what God wants it to be...not necessarily what I want it to be.<br /><br />Patrick is pushing the limits lately. I guess that is what 13 year old boys do. <br /><br />John and I have a date night tonight. No kids home until 10AM tomorrow. This will be the first time in 15 months we have had a night with no kids. You want to know what our big plans are? Probably take out and going to sleep early. Aren't we exciting? :o)Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-75962069151249536162010-01-29T08:03:00.002-06:002010-01-29T08:11:32.111-06:00FrustratedWhy is it people always want things to continue and talk about how awesome they are but nobody wants to step up and help? It always seems to fall on the backs of a few.<br /><br />We are struggling with our Celebrate Recovery ministry for lack of support. We have new people coming in regularly but we haven't established a core group that keeps coming back other than a handful of dedicated people.<br /><br />We can't seem to get our church family to support us other than lip service. Not all of course, we have some very faithful supporters, but the majority don't seem to want to be involved.<br /><br />I go to a church with 1500 people so why can't I find someone to offer to volunteer to bring the meal next week? Why does it seem to fall onto the shoulders of 3 of us each week?<br /><br />We have several pastors on staff yet none visit even once a month to check out what we are doing. I don't expect them there every single week...but once a month? How about once a quarter just stop in and get to know our participants or show that you are behind this ministry?<br /><br />We have no budget. We rely on volunteers and their generosity. Yet, we seem to have money for other ministries that are more mainstream. I'm sure there are things behind the scenes that I'm unaware of but this is the overall perception. <br /><br />We can't get people to volunteer to watch the children of the leaders/participants during the 2 1/2 hours we meet. It has been suggested maybe we need to start charging people so we can have paid childcare workers. <br /><br />So...you want me to go to someone who is desperately trying to turn their life around and doing all they can to make it to the next day and ask them if they don't mind ponying up $10 for childcare? Really?<br /><br />I know I'm negative right now but I'm so frustrated. We have a leadership meeting next week and I really want to see what the plan is going forward because at this rate, without support, this ministry will go away and I think that would be incredibly sad.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-36593196462926589922010-01-22T09:36:00.002-06:002010-01-22T09:37:49.530-06:00Miracle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsdIHsVN0s6FtX2PoP2MMk1IUCV3MAX23iS_8RRPrW5H4INKR0I8kOpQNyfada-lkYRYO-ikUtIMOIG2XCN6XblVCYlholO6sOJQWxJ1Oq2CLGqeyU6L0o8voRpM8r3ywmiTz7FBUlRNp/s1600-h/Haiti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429588700220690018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsdIHsVN0s6FtX2PoP2MMk1IUCV3MAX23iS_8RRPrW5H4INKR0I8kOpQNyfada-lkYRYO-ikUtIMOIG2XCN6XblVCYlholO6sOJQWxJ1Oq2CLGqeyU6L0o8voRpM8r3ywmiTz7FBUlRNp/s320/Haiti.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You may have seen this making the rounds on the net but this little boy in Haiti was rescued after 7 days, along with his 10 year old sister.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I just love this picture. The news story said he was scared to come out and they brought his mother to the site and she called for him. </div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-87142439265145618392010-01-22T07:19:00.002-06:002010-01-22T07:29:47.529-06:00Beauty from AshesBeauty from ashes. I love that phrase from the Bible. I have seen so many examples in the last few years of God taking something ugly and turning it into something blossoming and beautiful. <br /><br />Having a lot of down time in the last couple weeks I have sat and thought of how many blessings I have in my life. <br /><br />I have a husband that loves me beyond measure and that looked passed my ashes and saw beauty. God took that and made our marriage stronger and helped us become whole again. We are coming up on 10 years of being married.<br /><br />I have 3 children that are healthy. That alone is so much more than many people have. <br /><br />I have parents that love me even when we don't agree.<br /><br />I have friends that are there for me when I need them and know when I need to be alone. They cheer with me when I succeed and cry with me when I am hurting. <br /><br />I have a house we have lovingly made into a home. I can't imagine living anywhere else and I know that one day we may decide to move or need to move but this is our home...even more so than the first house we lived in when we got married.<br /><br />I am amazed time and time again how God has intervened throughout my life and helped pull me through events...some of my own making and some I had no control over. <br /><br />It is so easy to get caught up in the ashes of life...the injustices...the failures...but I'm making an effort to see the beauty more.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-68300210386535800432010-01-18T13:58:00.002-06:002010-01-18T14:06:43.404-06:00"Kidney Stones are not fun" or "This Isn't How I Planned my 2010 to Start Off"I decided to take a couple days off from work right after the New Year to spend some time with the boys and some friends. I took off Monday, January 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> and Tuesday the 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>. The 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> was great fun...me and the boys hit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">IHOP</span>. We played with Christmas toys. We spent a lot of good time together.<br /><br />Tuesday the 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> I had made plans to meet a friend at 9AM to do some shopping, eat lunch and possibly see a movie or just hang out until later in the afternoon. I got everybody back off to work/school/daycare and I started to get ready.<br /><br />My stomach wasn't feeling 100% but I was determined not to let that ruin my Fun Day so I took some medicine then tried to lay down for a bit. Within 15 minutes I was hurting from my belly button all the way around my back. I called my mother and told her I wasn't feeling so great and that I thought I might head into the doctor when they opened up. <br /><br />I hung up with her and about 10 minutes later at 8AM I decided I needed to go to the ER. <br /><br />I drove myself and half way there I decided that was a horribly bad idea. <br /><br />I stumbled into the ER and they took me back and by 8:30 I had broken out in a cold sweat, was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">vomiting</span> and rocking back and forth on the hospital bed, doing labor breathing. I truly think labor hurt less than this.<br /><br />The doctor came back and told me he thought based on my symptoms that I had either a ruptured ovarian cyst or kidney stones. His money was on the kidney stones. He had an IV started with pain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">meds</span> and I have never wanted a needle shoved into my arm more.<br /><br />By 9AM my Dad was there and my husband on his way and I was in medicated bliss when they took me back for a CAT scan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">xrays</span>.<br /><br />I did indeed have a kidney stone. A large 7 mm football shaped stone that for the next week refused to pass and I ended up having surgery to remove it last Monday.<br /><br />Got my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">stent</span> out on Wednesday (I NEVER want a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">stent</span> in my body ever again) and I'm back at work today feeling a little worn out and beat up but overall in good shape.<br /><br />If you have ever had a kidney stone you are wincing in pain while reading this. If you have never had one then I assure you that you don't want to experience it.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-52523151800877912882009-12-23T12:41:00.003-06:002009-12-23T12:42:03.709-06:00What a Difference a Year Makes!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418503653498325330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUNUOkCgqjjajI-6Ykk9FYCf_tPbtlXm9etm_yNCRheZIwdwL-tgzwunstybsKwHnNxGSaVe_Bl8_Y6y3cuu2x7cG7BRV62nQbShH9bQJerSTPVcm5fz-Wb8X4_zGniS65JcZRR7ndyDv/s320/NP_20081212_Santa%25209.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL4QBHskmbNGmd2hiAPjvTCJqVEttAyR-7mw-zaiwjfr7BlCecsVUisMjEj2NH5DATop_LGHN9duOf7TRm2ssN1AqSlGf1w9O7K-kS2GZZ5ZTr7cPoccVfkKyUd1cN1lo4ycfHDYwqc-q/s1600-h/Colin+with+Santa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418503720053345634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJL4QBHskmbNGmd2hiAPjvTCJqVEttAyR-7mw-zaiwjfr7BlCecsVUisMjEj2NH5DATop_LGHN9duOf7TRm2ssN1AqSlGf1w9O7K-kS2GZZ5ZTr7cPoccVfkKyUd1cN1lo4ycfHDYwqc-q/s320/Colin+with+Santa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-57966307135073445082009-12-21T07:17:00.006-06:002009-12-21T07:23:02.811-06:00Lions and Monkeys and Giraffes...Oh my!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYq1LTKiiIuU9Asg_jRJBYnv6K4b7NLv3kw7qbqyp5MbnES9obMdxAMOBU6XLIe31IFcOZTgi2dpvgQhFNDMg1LynXa6Je-Pdr8NgNni_25YF_wefv94szP5hkbLYib8PyLceTWdrkUXf/s1600-h/Zoolight.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417679138307896370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYq1LTKiiIuU9Asg_jRJBYnv6K4b7NLv3kw7qbqyp5MbnES9obMdxAMOBU6XLIe31IFcOZTgi2dpvgQhFNDMg1LynXa6Je-Pdr8NgNni_25YF_wefv94szP5hkbLYib8PyLceTWdrkUXf/s320/Zoolight.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwLBa8xmShbUjitzVouabgp17_jPRd_mhg5oWH9ez3LiGZfphxM2QlHveA2AMJ-wZihj5ppHmhCQrDNX1rrhKVnmixxl3byoOFv9Nf_i-bc7p9fEz_PvSfQlh2mGZGp37GVAzACqta95A/s1600-h/Monkey.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417679074139233586" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMwLBa8xmShbUjitzVouabgp17_jPRd_mhg5oWH9ez3LiGZfphxM2QlHveA2AMJ-wZihj5ppHmhCQrDNX1rrhKVnmixxl3byoOFv9Nf_i-bc7p9fEz_PvSfQlh2mGZGp37GVAzACqta95A/s320/Monkey.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx_a2FM7RpntQ1HpXCecgdseKExd41EUrQev2uPP5XiXpffgf4WI-u-sCekP5hH_xtSuJOaHKRDa21f8ZwrCwfw1hV7atUtxi8z8JCNPJD4FJ1xJzGmS7vzZSS2CkpL4y1JUenp8TzT1u/s1600-h/Sun.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417678993387494786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOx_a2FM7RpntQ1HpXCecgdseKExd41EUrQev2uPP5XiXpffgf4WI-u-sCekP5hH_xtSuJOaHKRDa21f8ZwrCwfw1hV7atUtxi8z8JCNPJD4FJ1xJzGmS7vzZSS2CkpL4y1JUenp8TzT1u/s320/Sun.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6TEN0SXgQZurcWVR3UIbbQ-tfRtz2L08ybhMa6uyRU33FRDYHY2jdGOtcvKds8XsVpymGm3Z7gB_ZqVsQNREheNzzC-lhqwIp8ELcr-h_qZMUAnBU0_N1WBZv6gL0dI7RTyUzNj1-RYH/s1600-h/Lion-Giraffe.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417678921094733346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF6TEN0SXgQZurcWVR3UIbbQ-tfRtz2L08ybhMa6uyRU33FRDYHY2jdGOtcvKds8XsVpymGm3Z7gB_ZqVsQNREheNzzC-lhqwIp8ELcr-h_qZMUAnBU0_N1WBZv6gL0dI7RTyUzNj1-RYH/s320/Lion-Giraffe.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>I finally got around to finishing Colin's walls with his animals. I wrapped up the monkey one afternoon while he was in his room napping. He woke up and kinda cleared his eyes then saw the monkey looking at him and said, "Oh! HEY DERE!"</div><div> </div><div>He also liked to touch the sun and say "Hot! Hot!"<br /></div><div>We hit the Birmingham Zoo's Zoolight Safari on Saturday night and froze our tails off. Luckily, we are zoo memebers so we didn't pay the $7 each to get in or I would have felt like we needed to stay longer. We made one loop around and pointed out lights then headed inside to eat dinner. After eating and warming up we headed back out in the cold and saw Santa. Colin? Not a fan! I have yet to get a picture of Colin with Santa that he isn't screaming his head off in or pulling away from Santa as quickly as possible!</div></div><div><div> </div><div>MERRY CHRISTMAS!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-86366103692711415352009-11-28T12:36:00.004-06:002009-11-28T12:41:39.976-06:00Some of the things I'm thankful for...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLY8e1qpLfSIetkZhBAHdLA9bnoiOVJuwngfeWEc2XMxBGdEHb7L2nVVVfgfgTdcB8HdHPUMUjdaJ7e0zwW-Pg0zNLsVRxiqZ1kDaN_V4Re3kyBJUu20F1UhwJTtDEm4Gdy89f8_HjXPk/s1600/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409226530312536994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeLY8e1qpLfSIetkZhBAHdLA9bnoiOVJuwngfeWEc2XMxBGdEHb7L2nVVVfgfgTdcB8HdHPUMUjdaJ7e0zwW-Pg0zNLsVRxiqZ1kDaN_V4Re3kyBJUu20F1UhwJTtDEm4Gdy89f8_HjXPk/s320/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpVhcACZin93sBuyh_qt81KCRPXUAsYl5BI1xeSmZ58ZZRtjO11gPJUTG1LrNCGqWsozBwfOZcVqCOn_GsOibTv_3tmKZFiNwliL6q2xnZOyraNeET3cJlY6tsHx5mocgKlBiULnvJWwK/s1600/074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409226070078065794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzpVhcACZin93sBuyh_qt81KCRPXUAsYl5BI1xeSmZ58ZZRtjO11gPJUTG1LrNCGqWsozBwfOZcVqCOn_GsOibTv_3tmKZFiNwliL6q2xnZOyraNeET3cJlY6tsHx5mocgKlBiULnvJWwK/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtmcj7bxqAWJPg_seKQh1rAj6mV2AApwaxt40Oo5uXhnPg3JM3Y_aNyItGz5fvpcbmRiUsfUkNqPamzMchtz2pZN7uB-6_GYG88OWCU6vBHA7e69LNshdcZbpOVMzj7pNBhmYLDSBM_jT/s1600/066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409225874606596226" style="WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtmcj7bxqAWJPg_seKQh1rAj6mV2AApwaxt40Oo5uXhnPg3JM3Y_aNyItGz5fvpcbmRiUsfUkNqPamzMchtz2pZN7uB-6_GYG88OWCU6vBHA7e69LNshdcZbpOVMzj7pNBhmYLDSBM_jT/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPEP1FOYa4G4-rWojH0IFwNUEJu3aUrbnbCXyRD5BGVZWM97rgNjQFywU3zEgx-P9EGJOvjR8yDhcjJ9jywneM5N3i31SxpgxwsIiIPVP0P1_8olWNrK89bZo7vG3yl16RS5SCx99xDaAD/s1600/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409225528567689890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPEP1FOYa4G4-rWojH0IFwNUEJu3aUrbnbCXyRD5BGVZWM97rgNjQFywU3zEgx-P9EGJOvjR8yDhcjJ9jywneM5N3i31SxpgxwsIiIPVP0P1_8olWNrK89bZo7vG3yl16RS5SCx99xDaAD/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-69141880640884472612009-11-19T07:44:00.002-06:002009-11-19T07:49:09.685-06:00Defying GravityI love the musical, Wicked. This is one of my favorite songs from it. I've played this song probably 50 times this week. <br /><br /><br />Something has changed within me<br />Something is not the same<br />I'm through with playing by the rules<br />Of someone else's game<br />Too late for second-guessing<br />Too late to go back to sleep<br />It's time to trust my instincts<br />Close my eyes and leap!<br /><br />It's time to try<br />Defying gravity<br />I think I'll try<br />Defying gravity<br />Kiss me goodbye<br />I'm defying gravity<br />And you can't pull me down!<br /><br />I'm through accepting limits<br />Because someone says they're so<br />Some things I cannot change<br />But till I try, I'll never know!<br />Too long I've been afraid of<br />Losing love I guess I've lost<br />Well, if that's love<br />It comes at much too high a cost!<br /><br />I'd sooner buy<br />Defying gravity<br />Kiss me goodbye<br />I'm defying gravity<br />And you can't pull me downKristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-24045617409973298702009-11-17T07:21:00.002-06:002009-11-17T07:34:22.617-06:00SimplifyI am beginning to overhaul our lives. We have too much. Too many things. Too many commitments. <br /><br />My friend, Dotti, likes to tell me that when I stand up and introduce myself in Celebrate Recovery I need to start saying, "Hi, my name is Kristin and I am believer in Jesus Christ who is a volunteer addict. I CAN'T SAY NO." :o)<br /><br />I have long ago started <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">decluttering</span> our closets/clothes/paper/junk. What I really need is a full entire weekend with no kids to get things taken care of. I don't see that happening anytime soon. <br /><br />I am so thankful for our church and its ministries and all the ways we can serve but I also think I have taken on too much and need to clear something off my plate.<br /><br />John and I lead a Home Group each Sunday afternoon.<br />I have nursery duty every 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> Sunday.<br />We have signed up to start leading a student class at 9AM each Sunday.<br />I am helping to lead a Step Study on Wednesday nights for Celebrate Recovery.<br />I organize the meals every Thursday for Celebrate Recovery for 20-30 people.<br />I help lead the Women's A-Z group for Celebrate Recovery every Thursday night.<br />I am serving as a Sponsor for 3 ladies in Celebrate Recovery and walking with them through working their 12 steps.<br />I help coordinate the Top Guns Wives group each week.<br /><br />Add this to working a full time job, keeping up my house and trying to raise 3 boys and I'm beat.<br /><br />I have already decided to let Home Group go. We made a commitment to lead for 18-24 months and we are coming up on 2 1/2 years so I need my Sunday afternoons back.<br /><br />I've told the CR staff I am out for the next Step Study. They tend to last 4-6 months and I plan to do every other rotation.<br /><br />Top Gun Wives will end in May and with that I'm going to let them know I cannot help facilitate next year.<br /><br />My nursery commitment is only once a month so I can manage that.<br /><br />I do not want to give up CR in the least but I may have to say that I can no longer really handle pulling the meals together after the first of the year. <br /><br />Now comes the holiday season and with it a whole host of other commitments but my goal for 2010 is to simplify.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-34409345129845674782009-11-01T08:34:00.007-06:002009-11-01T08:50:03.518-06:00Picture Updates<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsSkTWf_Ljm53f31un83Xo2oCaedyrEYtN2YLCBQR7DmtZ7Ul7FUEcmoCP-csj8iJ5Iw8dTxuPTexjb4hGPxzwXOK7Jvl4jNJNlsgvvlRFNtTZjdqgme9GHpnGDqpbOE81Im7qg_8bktx/s1600-h/IMG_0394.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399147381150380114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLsSkTWf_Ljm53f31un83Xo2oCaedyrEYtN2YLCBQR7DmtZ7Ul7FUEcmoCP-csj8iJ5Iw8dTxuPTexjb4hGPxzwXOK7Jvl4jNJNlsgvvlRFNtTZjdqgme9GHpnGDqpbOE81Im7qg_8bktx/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9AYh8w7hC3zb0GDCvBvbruqceLEXHsTzn3GXbyeBVHWtG8Ct9G4EIS1NDcNG64lS4ogWCrFn_KQhKgBsQu_oStYI7oBHetAju9yzw3yDFdifaWCPaa-K25GR1DWK6wZpKhRtJODB2d_4/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399146846156814786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9AYh8w7hC3zb0GDCvBvbruqceLEXHsTzn3GXbyeBVHWtG8Ct9G4EIS1NDcNG64lS4ogWCrFn_KQhKgBsQu_oStYI7oBHetAju9yzw3yDFdifaWCPaa-K25GR1DWK6wZpKhRtJODB2d_4/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAivvrl2T8m0A4xb1wyFR-95ehndIBE6llwk-e-CUWXGQzZy7x6zip5TFXgMDJjVG7Q_vGv5ADeQxcXKBDwGLN4OUCpmRy_EZinO8YksqTawznNUqGOZRhaXFdt3KsVWRqczp-HQjhYmkM/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399145993806791714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAivvrl2T8m0A4xb1wyFR-95ehndIBE6llwk-e-CUWXGQzZy7x6zip5TFXgMDJjVG7Q_vGv5ADeQxcXKBDwGLN4OUCpmRy_EZinO8YksqTawznNUqGOZRhaXFdt3KsVWRqczp-HQjhYmkM/s320/IMG_0529.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68xcr8Ufl-uFNEEOwBrmuvdm_a6zH89Vl8hMsg6YgOOvUUsFndY028kmBmo8hdor_ypdBuIl2YbiSsqU8jAM5bSrTEo-J-G2tHFYd-_2y4yEbUniY7oDotl4oedj-nBxtoLQzKTVzwe_M/s1600-h/IMG_0539.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399145352315938338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68xcr8Ufl-uFNEEOwBrmuvdm_a6zH89Vl8hMsg6YgOOvUUsFndY028kmBmo8hdor_ypdBuIl2YbiSsqU8jAM5bSrTEo-J-G2tHFYd-_2y4yEbUniY7oDotl4oedj-nBxtoLQzKTVzwe_M/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnO_E8g9cNgC7xYerr9wVIU4YqXTbF2j0di0ciezhBEgHVshKuP0yQ7ZkBElNDVTIcCMsMfyuOlMe5xgG1sZY0Lvw1VKyGFOKoQEKRXgWK2Mh71ONFJG9sPc5zd884WZj9pBFkfAWSHeTP/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399144864682535682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnO_E8g9cNgC7xYerr9wVIU4YqXTbF2j0di0ciezhBEgHVshKuP0yQ7ZkBElNDVTIcCMsMfyuOlMe5xgG1sZY0Lvw1VKyGFOKoQEKRXgWK2Mh71ONFJG9sPc5zd884WZj9pBFkfAWSHeTP/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61GxSltdQnly3zlXAT-oJln-gNMhIROJghT2VwJaHCt7puK4buiv-qbSVDEUVbnJioDwT9T1FRXbQWX6APk1tul9FE8sKBOlMoo3ABX9a0CaCVMBeBjns2BXRSJr0bS7FnmTzFXczwjY6/s1600-h/IMG_0583.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399144073604179170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi61GxSltdQnly3zlXAT-oJln-gNMhIROJghT2VwJaHCt7puK4buiv-qbSVDEUVbnJioDwT9T1FRXbQWX6APk1tul9FE8sKBOlMoo3ABX9a0CaCVMBeBjns2BXRSJr0bS7FnmTzFXczwjY6/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-26425096224162616132009-10-26T12:13:00.002-05:002009-10-26T12:20:16.337-05:00In an instant...My "baby" will be turning 13 in a couple weeks. It has gone by so quickly.<br /><br />I can remember finding out about him and how scared I was. (I wasn't married to his father and had just turned 21 years old).<br /><br />Then I remember feeling like every single person around me was unhappy and that regardless of the circumstances I was going to be a mom and I had a little person depending on me. <br /><br />When I went through all the health scares with him and thought I might lose him and it was decided to deliver him early...<br /><br />When he was finally born after such a long, long day and so many scares...<br /><br />When they handed me a little 4 pound bundle and he was the smallest thing I had ever seen but he had these little gray eyes that were wide open...<br /><br />When I knew it was just me and him on our own and that I would do anything I could to protect and keep him from hurt...<br /><br />When he went around telling EVERYBODY that "My Mommy and My John and me...we're all going to get married and live together." <br /><br />Telling him he was going to be a big brother for the first time. "Really? I wanted a puppy!"<br /><br />Watching him look at Josh for the first time, "He's a keeper, Mom."<br /><br />Telling him he was going to be a big brother for the second time. "Are you serious, Mom? A BABY? Aren't you too old for that?"<br /><br />He is my firstborn, strong willed, smart as a whip, addicted to the History Channel, girl crazy, handsome, blue eyed boy that drives me up the wall some times but breaks my heart with pride at other times.<br /><br />And he'll be 13 soon. And I'm not ready for that.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-75207092568939961902009-10-15T10:06:00.002-05:002009-10-15T10:11:27.400-05:00M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-ENo pictures uploaded yet but we had such a good time.<br /><br />Flew out on Friday and Colin was a champ on the plane. <br /><br />Got in around lunch time and went to check in at the Polynesian. <br /><br />Was upgraded to concierge level which meant we wouldn't be spending $35--$40 a day on breakfasts. Huge plus! It was a beautiful resort with such neat extra touches. We will stay here again for sure.<br /><br />Hit Disney Studios on Friday and everybody was thrilled to be back at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WDW</span>. Stayed until around 5PM then John took Colin back to the resort and I took the big boys to Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party. This is their favorite part of the entire trip I think.<br /><br />Saturday morning we got up around 8AM and hit EPCOT. Spent the majority of the day there. I took Colin back for a nap after lunch and then John and the boys headed back a little later and spent some time at the pool. <br /><br />Sunday we did Magic Kingdom all day and everybody had a great time. Colin got his first haircut at the Barber Shop on Main Street and they gave him Mickey ears with "First Haircut" embroidered on the back. SO CUTE.<br /><br />Monday we hit Magic Kingdom one last time for everybody to do their favorite rides again before our flight left. <br /><br />We never made it to Animal Kingdom but nobody seemed too disappointed except me. :o)<br /><br />Flew back home Monday afternoon around 5PM and Colin slept all but 15 minutes of the flight.<br /><br />Now John and I are considering spending a long weekend back at Disney in March/April/May sometime for our 10 year anniversary. I'm already excited about it!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-41071580042902870882009-10-01T08:12:00.002-05:002009-10-01T08:16:34.082-05:00So far behind...On laundry.<br /><br />On posting pictures.<br /><br />On cleaning up the house.<br /><br />On returning phone calls and emails.<br /><br />On buying groceries and menu planning.<br /><br />But...I have had so much fun with friends in the last couple weeks. Consignment sale preparations. Beach trip. CR. Lunches. Playing outside.<br /><br />One of my closest friends lost her father this past week. He was only 60 and far too young to die. He lived a hard life here in the end and made some choices that sealed his fate and I wish it could have been different. He was a good man that was caught up in his illness but he loved his family the best way he knew how. I keep telling her to cling to that.<br /><br />I also have had a couple ladies drop out of CR due to relapse or their codependency and their partner relapsing. It is very frustrating and makes me sad but you can't force someone to get better. They have to want it. It's like we keep saying in group....maybe they just need a little more pain.<br /><br />This weekend is dinner with friends, visiting inlaws and getting Direct TV installed. Why I'm not exactly sure since we don't really watch television. Kind of interesting but we want DVR capability to record the few things we are ever interested in seeing. The kids watch their cartoons but John and I...not so much.<br /><br />8 more days until Walt Disney World. Cannot wait!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-75498923247933895632009-09-21T12:32:00.001-05:002009-09-21T12:33:22.209-05:00Hoping Josh is on the mend. Fever today was only 99. <br /><br />Colin woke up on Saturday from a nap with a 102.3 fever but by Saturday night it was completely gone and he acted fine. Did fine all day Sunday and no fever today. Weird. <br /><br />I'm just trying to keep everybody else well and get through this week so I can head to the beach on Friday and not be leaving behind any sick kiddos.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-24625594245250233442009-09-17T02:10:00.003-05:002009-09-17T02:16:11.785-05:00When it rains, it pours...Josh woke up this morning telling me his throat hurt. I took him temp and it was 101. We made plans for him to stay home from school and I called the doctor for an appointment.<br /><br />He got to the doctor at 11AM and even after a dose of Tylenol at 6:30 his fever was 103.1. <br /><br />Strep throat AND swine flu. <br /><br />We have him isolated at my parent's house to try and minimize exposure here, especially with Colin. <br /><br />I've been running back and forth checking in on him and taking him things from home. <br /><br />I'm guessing he's going to be down and out for a few days but hopefully by Monday he will start to show some improvement. <br /><br />The doctor said the possibility of pneumonia worried her more than anything else. She said if he starts complaining with his chest hurting to bring him back ASAP and more than likely he would be hospitalized. We are praying it doesn't get to this and his coughing doesn't get any worse.<br /><br />No fun at all! <br /><br />I've been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cloroxing</span> everything in sight. I know we have all already been exposed and the doctor said if we are going to get it it would be in the next 24-48 hours so we'll have to sit back and see what happens. <br /><br />I jinxed us! I was just telling someone at work yesterday that we had never taken a flu shot and never gotten the flu!Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-14440887357394456782009-09-14T09:32:00.002-05:002009-09-14T09:36:54.069-05:00So far behind in updating and posting pictures.<br /><br />The boys got a new <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">swingset</span> so they have been outside every afternoon. Colin loves to swing in his new swing. <br /><br />I'm only in the office 2 days this week. I have to attend an update class which basically means I have to physically sit in the class for 20 hours but I can bring a book to read or whatever so I'll be catching up on all my reading Wed-Fri. I'm done at noon on Friday so I have the rest of the afternoon to myself...at least until 3PM! <br /><br />11 more days till I leave for the beach and I'm ready!<br /><br />We brought out all our Fall decorations this weekend so our house smells like pumpkin and fall wreaths are everywhere. <br /><br />We had company Saturday night then Sunday afternoon so I'm beat even after having a weekend break.<br /><br />Colin was running a fever Saturday morning, which caused me to miss a good friend's wedding, but I had to stay home with him. He seems to be doing fine now.<br /><br />I've started taking advantage of the Y being 5 minutes from my office so I'm back to running each day. I have MISSED that.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-8399816187597037522009-08-14T09:38:00.003-05:002009-08-14T09:47:54.634-05:00A little of this...a little of thatI had some time at the bookstore yesterday and I really am going to have plenty to read over the next few weeks:<br /><br />He Chose the Nails--Max <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lucado</span><br />No Wonder They Call Him the Savior--Max <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lucado</span><br />Come Thirsty--Max <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lucado</span><br />The Space Between Us--<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Thrity</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Umrigar</span><br />What is the What--Dave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Eggers</span><br />Nineteen Minutes--Jodi <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Picoult</span><br />Psalm 91--Prayer of Protection--Peggy Joyce Ruth<br />Cast of Characters--Max <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Lucado</span><br />Going Public with Your Faith--William Carr Peel/Walt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Larimore</span><br /><br />So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">excited</span> to get started! And it looks like I'm hitting the beach September 24--27 with some friends so I should have lots of time to spend on reading and soaking up some sun while making plans for the upcoming semester of Celebrate Recovery.<br /><br />The boys had great first days of school. They both are excited this year and I think working with them during the summer helped keep them prepared and ready for the new year. They are making so many new friends lately and I'm so thankful God has placed them where He has and brought the people into their lives that He has as well. <br /><br />I'm ready to start the new job. It is full of potential for me to share about CR, things going on at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Westwood</span>, what God has been doing in our lives. Some people look at work as a negative but I know God has me where He wants me and is giving me opportunity after opportunity to share my faith. Too many things fell into place with this job that I haven't shared that lets me know I'm where I need to be for now.<br /><br />John starts his new job on the 31st and he is very excited as well.<br /><br />And we have a surprise for the boys in October...heading back to Disney for a few days. They have a mini break from school and we have some extra time ourselves so this will be a great time for us to make some more memories with them. I'm also thankful we have the option to do things like this with them while they are still young enough to enjoy them and still want to take family trips. <br /><br />It is shaping up to be an exciting late summer/early fall for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Pucketts</span>. :o)Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-29921918630841104312009-08-13T21:38:00.001-05:002009-08-13T21:40:10.352-05:00Standing in the way of the crossI had an opportunity this past Tuesday night to have a Bible study with 2 really cool ladies that live on my street. We are working through an awesome book and I'm learning a lot.<br /><br />One of them shared a story with me that was so powerful of an image and I know how much we all love images (LINDSEY) so I wanted to pass it on. I am not sure where she originally got this from so I can't credit the author.<br /><br />It seems a lady was on the beach watching her young son and his father play in the surf. The waves were crashing in and she watched him play and his whole face light up with happiness. <br /><br />But then the waves took a turn and they seemed to be getting stronger. She saw him get knocked down a couple times and her heart clenched. Should she run to him? Should she step in and scoop him up out of harm's way? She readied herself to run down to her child.<br /><br />Then she realized he was still laughing and playing and that his father was right by his side, making sure he was safe. He would reach up to his father from time to time and let him lift him above the chaos. She realized that had she stepped in and taken over the situation her child would have missed an experience he was enjoying. He didn't want her at that moment. He wanted his father.<br /><br />It then struck her how often she does that in situations in her life. Step in and take control because she thinks she knows best. Her way is the right way. She is in control.<br /><br />And it also struck her...how many times has my doing that blocked someone from the cross? Kept them from their Father when that was what they really wanted and needed. <br /><br />She made it a point to then start praying that God show her times she was blocking the cross from someone in her life. That maybe her role was to walk beside them but not to step in front of them and keep them from what they truly wanted and needed.<br /><br /><em><strong>Father, please help me to understand that I can't always step in and "save" my children from the things of this world. They are yours, Father. You control their destiny and no matter how much I desire to protect them, sometimes all they really need and want is you and the cross. Help me not to stand in the way. Help me to daily turn them over to you.</strong></em>Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8850834051049755343.post-78742409482412450402009-08-09T15:38:00.002-05:002009-08-09T15:48:28.241-05:006 Little GirlsI had Extended Teaching Care this morning at 11AM. I volunteer once a month and I just love it!<br /><br />This morning I had 6 little girls and can I just say, being the mother of 3 little boys, I'm not used to little girls. First, they are so QUIET. They were calm and played together nicely. Nobody tried to build things just to knock them down as loud as possible.<br /><br />Nobody picked up crayons and turned them into guns or swords or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lightsabers</span>. <br /><br />It was an eye opening experience for me. I wouldn't trade my 3 boys for anything but it was a whole other world.<br /><br />Tonight our Small Group will meet and try to wrap up the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lucado</span> book, "Cure for the Common Life." I have really enjoyed this one.<br /><br />I have to leave group early to do a Celebrate Recovery Presentation at the church for another Small Group. I love telling people about CR. Ever since Cardboard Testimonies there is a energy about CR and people wanting to know more about it. I find myself running into people in the grocery store who come up to me and say how cool that Sunday was and how much they felt God's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">presence</span>. People I knew only well enough to nod to in the hallways are now are asking me how to get involved. Thank you, Father! It was my prayer from Day One that you take the stories on the cardboard and use them all for your glory and you did just that! <br /><br />I start the new job August 17th and Colin goes back to daycare tomorrow. I have been blessed to spend the last few months home with him and although at the time I thought losing my job was the worst possible thing, it wasn't. God has humbled me to realize how much I was letting fly by me while I was tied up with my career. This new position is a pay cut and also not as many responsibilities and I am so glad. <br /><br />Now I hear John and Colin heading in from the store so I'm off to make snacks for Small Group and to gather my thoughts for the presentation later tonight.<br /><br />Nevermind...John apparently forgot his wallet...bless his heart...and he is having to head back to the store to pay for the items he had already put in his cart. He is so good natured to laugh at himself when he does something like that. I would be furious and let it cloud the rest of my afternoon. I'm blessed to have him as my husband and so thankful for all of the winding paths our lives took to get to this place.Kristinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07655565801564506338noreply@blogger.com3