tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52017582588937575892024-02-18T20:47:44.680-08:00The Brown ChroniclesCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-82015596524333926382013-03-08T11:07:00.000-08:002013-03-08T11:07:50.175-08:00The K.I.N.D System I wanted to share with you something new that we are just starting today in our home. Our boys are now the lovely ages of 8 and almost 6. While they are best buddies sometimes, the sibling rivalry can get a bit out of hand at other times. One of the hardest parts of my job as a mother is teaching my boys certain character traits. One of those is the ability to be consistently kind. This is a hard chore. I think we often assume that our kids should innately know what kindness looks like. Just to say, "Be kind, " seems a bit vague. I find that with my boys, there is not much that I can assume, even if I want to. So I have tried to come up with a system that helps each child learn how to define what kindness is and what it is not to be kind. Though the title may be a bit cheesy. I am hopeful that maybe these boys will start learning a new pattern of behavior by trying to focus on the desired behavior. So here it is, The K.I.N.D. system. There are two parts to it. The System itself, and the journal. Let me know if you decide to embark on the K.I.N.D. journey with us. Each child will need a journal. Also, if you would like a copy of this in word, to modify for your own family, please email me at <a href="mailto:earlebrown99@yahoo.com">earlebrown99@yahoo.com</a> Good luck! ~CB<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">-A system to
establish and maintain a healthy state of kindness in the Brown home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Note</b>: This is not a system of rewards, but a mere system of amiable
citizenship in a family. Your rewards are the ability to feel good about
yourself by acting kind to others. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also,
by being kind, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>you will be able to
continue enjoy normal privileges in your daily life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Each
brother will start each day with 3 K.I.N.D. points.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The goal is to keep all of those points
during the day, and if you lose some points, the goal is to earn them back.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If
you are unkind to your brother or parent, you will get docked one kind point
per infraction.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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loss of one point during a day will be a stern and official warning. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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loss of two points will be the loss of a greatly desired privilege until the
two points are earned back. At that point the brother will regain the lost
desired privilege.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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loss of three points will result in a 24 hour period(1 full day) loss of a
favorite privilege or pass time, but you can still earn kindness points for
good measure. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can earn back kind points by being kind to your parent or brother. You can also
earn fast service kind points by serving your brother or parent by bestowing on
them a selfless act.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Certain
extreme infractions will be considered a 3 point loss such as:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hitting, kicking or physically hurting your brother in any way that is
not an accident. Other large acts are yet to be defined in this category but
will be left to the subjection of the parents.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remember, nice dudes are happy dudes.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background: yellow; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-highlight: yellow;">The purpose of the K.I.N.D. System is to promote
the desired behavior of your child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
this case the desired behavior is being kind to others. So in order to promote
this behavior, your child needs to be able to identify and define behaviors
that are not kind, and behaviors that are kind. We should not assume that our
kids instinctively know this. We have to teach them. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is the whole purpose of the K.I.N.D.
journal.</span><span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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needs to clearly state the rules of the system. This can be as easy as printing
it out and attaching it to the back of the cover of the notebook.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
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after you explain the rules of the system. Each child should write out the date
and their top five privileges and pass times for that date. You will need to do
this every couple of weeks because this variable constantly changes, and
certain things become more important or less important to your child.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div>
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infraction, of course have them write down what they did, but also the time of
day it occurred, because this starts the 24 hour process of loss of privileges.
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~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-46093806340768265592011-08-08T14:26:00.000-07:002011-08-08T15:44:08.747-07:00Summer Fun...from my perspective;)....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQQJRyyd61CjiqfA9biOWXBsqBszd0K_nzVe6zHU5rLHMAjkNjOOzH5GOP2Fy-YZwYnYlWtOE3i8DM09RVZB8I_daB7drRxKLc7ZvrcFyy3lhOWWithLJh6p3xyHvEf0YD8k_sDQWIrdg/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQQJRyyd61CjiqfA9biOWXBsqBszd0K_nzVe6zHU5rLHMAjkNjOOzH5GOP2Fy-YZwYnYlWtOE3i8DM09RVZB8I_daB7drRxKLc7ZvrcFyy3lhOWWithLJh6p3xyHvEf0YD8k_sDQWIrdg/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>We stayed in Houston for most of the summer this year. It was good! We enjoyed lots of stay cation time. We did make a trip to Kentucky to see my family and one to Kilgore to see Earle's mom around Memorial day. I'm so behind on all of our postings that I think I'll just go ahead and post all the different pictures that I took with my phone. Be prepared this will be a marathon of pictures ahead. I just also posted a few of the pictures that the boys have taken on their camera this summer. Be sure to click onto <u><strong>"Ben's Musings</strong></u>" and <strong><u>"Collin's Candor</u></strong>" pages to see what has been going on from their perspectives.<br />
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"No!" Ben interjected. " You do high school first, then college, then you find a wife! You can't get married when you are a teenager."<br />
Collin, "Actually, I think I am going to." <br />
And thus the debate continued the whole way home. We got home and they discussion got more detailed. They wanted to make lists that they could keep adding to, with qualities that they would like to have in their perspective wives. They wanted to pray about the qualities on the list, and store these lists somewhere in the attic?(cracked me up.)<br />
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So here are the lists: <br />
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<strong><u>Collin's Wife's Qualities:</u></strong><br />
<ul><li>I want a wife that likes to go to McDonald's.</li>
<li>I want my wife to look like my mommy. (Bless him!)</li>
<li>I want my wife to be cozy.</li>
<li>It would be nice if she liked to play soccer.</li>
</ul><strong><u>Ben's Wife's Qualities:</u></strong><br />
<ul><li>I really don't want a wife that works. If she worked then what would our kids do? Well I guess if she really liked working I could hire a babysitter.</li>
<li>I want her to have long lighter colored hair.</li>
<li>I want to be the boss of her. (oh dear)</li>
<li>I want a wife who likes to go on dates to a movie or places where we pick out our own food. :D</li>
<li>I want a wife who smiles and laughs most of the time but can be serious.</li>
<li>I would like her to wear regular clothes, like jeans and shirts but still wear a little lipstick.</li>
<li>I want a wife who goes to church, because I'm going to church.</li>
<li>I'll pray for her when the babies are in her belly, so that she won't die, cause then I'll have a baby all by myself and I'll just have to go out and find another wife.</li>
<li>I want a wife that has jewels in her personality. ( I kept trying to get him to explain this, but he just kept repeating the same statement. Funny.)</li>
<li>And mom, I'm never ever going to get a divorce, so my wife and kids won't have to worry about that.</li>
</ul>I hope it all works out for them:).<br />
~CB<br />
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Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-51248606709829346822011-05-30T19:04:00.000-07:002011-05-30T19:07:37.603-07:00Mother's Day 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00ZLMpC92V7PuuXReeq4iFUL1eeASlLONOP2kG-YYZ2io6CaYLl6EuCJjyn3DgtRbt0GOwcrPpSHtAtaDOiUMNPLpRhb33SKJ-nZ2qrMy1HMsw8F9RseIaEnQyjJGj2aSI6fIlctKjqJr/s1600/mother%2527s+day%252C+purple+hair%252C+las+vegas+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj00ZLMpC92V7PuuXReeq4iFUL1eeASlLONOP2kG-YYZ2io6CaYLl6EuCJjyn3DgtRbt0GOwcrPpSHtAtaDOiUMNPLpRhb33SKJ-nZ2qrMy1HMsw8F9RseIaEnQyjJGj2aSI6fIlctKjqJr/s320/mother%2527s+day%252C+purple+hair%252C+las+vegas+075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-6393108828872462482011-05-23T22:55:00.000-07:002011-05-24T06:02:17.197-07:00Las VegasCatching up here! Earle and I went to Las Vegas at the end of April for the first time. It was fun! A very short trip considering the flying days were a little long. We stayed on the strip and did lots of walking, eating, saw what all of the hype was about. We saw three shows, The Hypnotist Unleashed, Beatles Love, and Penn and Teller. <br />
Though we had a good time and yes, even I tried my hand a few rounds of three dollar blackjack on Fremont street, I was somehow struck a little by something unexpected. Vegas is so extravagant. I can see why people want to go there. The luxury hotels are amazing and the casino resorts are all decorated and presented in the most over the top way possible. There is no expense spared. It is pretty incredible. And while you may find a great hotel and flight deal to Vegas, you still have to pay for everything while you are there. I'm not saying that this is not what we expected, it was. We were prepared. But what I was not expecting was to find a place where many people are starving. I mean, I have lived quite a few places where there are large homeless populations, but they were different than this. Generally I see homeless asking for money, food, and beer. In Vegas, we would be walking around day or night and there would be many homeless people sitting on the walkways between the casino resorts holding up signs that would say, "Need food. Need water." Most of them would not ask for money. This kept baffling me. When we would eat a meal, we would try to pack up our leftovers so that we could have something to give these people as we walked by them. Another thing that really bothered me was that I hardly saw anyone give anything to these people. Most people come to Vegas with money to blow for their vacations of luxury. And they would not even look at these starving people. It blew me away. Though we had a great time, I could not get past this. The ethics of it really bothered me. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFWY0r9qt1t_O1ZDtjwxJTOby97OEr5JAkvO1YTvotADxQk3wZwXSA5hXvgYZiivASMjiBRbrgpF2HbKX7WYxVZ3j7N4jtyTKE7tZExTI4akgWRtiKbiaOHM8tXkqNeUOdk4Ajr2hhWyM/s1600/228110_10150172056593432_723178431_6823003_2593294_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRFWY0r9qt1t_O1ZDtjwxJTOby97OEr5JAkvO1YTvotADxQk3wZwXSA5hXvgYZiivASMjiBRbrgpF2HbKX7WYxVZ3j7N4jtyTKE7tZExTI4akgWRtiKbiaOHM8tXkqNeUOdk4Ajr2hhWyM/s320/228110_10150172056593432_723178431_6823003_2593294_n.jpg" width="320" /></a> One chilly night I saw a girl in her late teens hunkered over on the walkway to our hotel and she was wrapped up in a blanket sitting there holding a sign that said, "Nine weeks pregnant. I need food, please. I need water. Anything. Please."<br />
Over the next two days I saw many of these young homeless pregnant girls asking for food or a water bottle. Never coming up to you. Never asking for money. Just sitting there. I am sure that lots of run away girls go to Vegas because they think that they can get a job there dancing or being a waitress or being a lady of the evening. Young teenage boys stand all along the streets at night pushing cards with naked call girls on them that would be happy to come to your hotel room if you would like them to. They tap the cards loudly in your face, and get right into your personal space. I guess I can see why these girls are homeless, pregnant and starving. They are used and cast out and have probably come from a bad circumstance to begin with. It was just so terribly sad to watch. <br />
Earle felt the same way that I did about the situation. Only he is not as dramatic, of course. And I did not want to over discuss it to kill the mood of the trip. But it did nauseate us. Sadly though the situation of these starving people and the way that people refused to even acknowledge their presence is what stuck in my head the most about the trip. Where is God in the hearts of those who won't look at these people and have no compassion on them? Seriously?! How can we as human beings in a situation where people have pockets stuffed with cash for throwing away in casino's and meaningless entertainment walk by people who are begging for water? And all that these poverty stricken people ask for is your crumbs? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5T1bksHqhDY&feature=related">Dip your finger in the water people</a>. It was so Lazarus and the Rich Man! Come ON!! I know the extreme cheesiness of that last comment. I don't mean to be a buzz kill on the awesomeness of Las Vegas. I have talked to many people about their trips to Vegas. Most people have told me that it was one of their favorite places and that they hope to take many more trips there. I have talked to at least a dozen people about it in the past few months and not ONE single person happened to mention these destitute girls. It was like eating the most magnificent chocolate dessert...only to find that after the first few bites there was a rotten taste in the fudge icing...and then your realize that the milk in the icing had gone sour. Oh how easy it is to ignore other people's pain when it is not our own. Okay, I am getting off of the soapbox now. Mission/Relief trip to Vegas anyone? It would be a great way to help people and also have a good time at the same time...a real win/win!! <br />
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Now you just mark my words. You will decide to go to Vegas for a trip and you'll have your eyes open and your purse stuffed with granola bars, and coincidentally all the unfortunate young women I've mentioned will have moved to L.A. <br />
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<strong>Proverbs 28:27 </strong>He who gives to the poor will never want, but he who shuts his eyes will have many curses.<br />
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~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-40090552958292095812011-05-16T14:57:00.000-07:002011-05-16T14:57:52.957-07:00Orange Bag Kind of Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3paytj12GCru7fzeYaqYDSFC1Fh8_3NSSSIrongINbKdQJWE7_fFhFZ5LTw1TY4LaAddWErthc8OhHG8D2rlU4TiHCwiES-8nvY6L8FYu5pfGcGZWjuU63A3lgpmWYww7jgG1ZjnBJFNP/s1600/mother%2527s+day%252C+purple+hair%252C+las+vegas+123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3paytj12GCru7fzeYaqYDSFC1Fh8_3NSSSIrongINbKdQJWE7_fFhFZ5LTw1TY4LaAddWErthc8OhHG8D2rlU4TiHCwiES-8nvY6L8FYu5pfGcGZWjuU63A3lgpmWYww7jgG1ZjnBJFNP/s320/mother%2527s+day%252C+purple+hair%252C+las+vegas+123.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>For a few days now, I have been walking by a bag of hardly eaten oranges. They were starting to get a little soft, but not quite bad yet. For days I've been asking myself, "Why did I get the bag instead of just one or two. I never eat them..." <br />
So, like a little boy might experiment with anything he sees, I decided to see what these oranges could do for me. I grabbed an orange, rolled it on the counter for a moment, and sliced it in half. I then headed straight to my bathroom. My shower door has not been really soap scum free since the day we bought our home. I clean the inside but usually have so many other things to clean that the last thing I care to spend my energy on doing is scrubbing down the glass door. I cupped the peel side of the orange like a round scrubbing brush, I started scrubbing the inside of the glass door with the orange. And then it happened. Instant gratification. And as soon as I started scrubbing, the citric acid in that orange cut straight through a year and a half of the scum on my shower door. I kept going, with a circular motion till the juice in that half of the orange was gone. The glass was clear, but there was sticky pulp all over the glass.<span style="background-color: white;"> </span>I decided to put the stopper in the sink, and fill it with warm water and some white vinegar. I grabbed a washcloth and went to town wiping the pulp off of the shower door. What took a year and a half to form on that door, took about 10 minutes to obliterate with an almost bad orange. I'm guessing that lemons do this trick as well, without the stickiness. <br />
I took the oranges outside to our patio table. Our table is wrought iron with a glass top that has literally not been cleaned off since last summer. I am aware that disclosing this information is totally disgusting. Rest assured we have not eaten on it since then either. It is what it is folks.<br />
Anyway,I grabbed my oranges, rolled one, cut it in half and went to <br />
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Plus, I don't feel bad at all about handing my boys orange halves and some vinegar water and telling them to go wipe down the shower or some windows. Since we need things to do in the summer this daily pastime will fit into their routine quite well. <br />
~ CB<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At our house, it has taken the form of a whole new monster. While smiling in the first photo, the one underneath is the general expression that I get when Collin does the quiet fox, though the one below he is actually doing the sign for 'I Love You.' He did think he was doing the quiet fox but forgot to put his thumb in. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Collin does not use the quiet fox at home to remind himself of being quiet. He tries to use it as a weapon to get others to be quiet. Here are some examples of when Collin uses the quiet fox:</div><ul><li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he is singing a song and I try to sing along with him.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he is watching a cartoon and I am talking too loud in the same room.</div></li>
<li><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When I ask him to do something that he does not want to do.</div></li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I will say that he really dislikes it when I use the quiet fox on him. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Trying to create the power to silently hush others at age four. Huh. It is possible that I should be concerned. Hopefully just a peculiar phase. Imagine what we could all do with that power!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">~CB</div>Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-47586260442715575112011-03-26T08:16:00.000-07:002011-03-26T08:16:39.575-07:00Collin Turns 4<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iNj0HjAkz7GSXRtWmrM77UpXwJSM6woMYtwzs_pJ46B5ldwiwsn5m3JNCJMhqtcREAUhyhkyckMj9HVApxtP7XcKdlQGT8ivgYrEuKriPDLwOlcPis2SwHjuoTjYRadA_kwuT4w_ItnR/s1600/collin%2527s+4th+birthday+050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5iNj0HjAkz7GSXRtWmrM77UpXwJSM6woMYtwzs_pJ46B5ldwiwsn5m3JNCJMhqtcREAUhyhkyckMj9HVApxtP7XcKdlQGT8ivgYrEuKriPDLwOlcPis2SwHjuoTjYRadA_kwuT4w_ItnR/s1600/collin%2527s+4th+birthday+050.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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My sweet boy turned four years old this past weekend! I can hardly believe how fast the time has gone. We celebrated at Chuck E. Cheese this year. It was a huge hit! A great end to a rather stinky Spring Break week. I love this boy. He and I are alot alike. We have the same moods. I get him. He is so sweet but extremely ornery. I am constantly reminded of how blessed we are that he is ours. God is good! Happy Birthday Collin! Mommy and daddy love you so much. And so does your big bruddeh!<br />
~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-9370159188813990002011-03-25T15:02:00.000-07:002011-03-25T15:08:27.596-07:00An Unfortunate Incident...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqtCBNmpuhnrbgIUq0rhf7L6IGR8CKFi5hh9JJABmDgV6B46IerJ92kHNyxCpQjtUSxITxNGoP8TOnqKp5OnKAy6eUNfVnQE5HCDHbadBLA3tjCLvIWx_W20em5oXYSTVfb1f45mluOm0/s1600/ben+at+hospital.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqtCBNmpuhnrbgIUq0rhf7L6IGR8CKFi5hh9JJABmDgV6B46IerJ92kHNyxCpQjtUSxITxNGoP8TOnqKp5OnKAy6eUNfVnQE5HCDHbadBLA3tjCLvIWx_W20em5oXYSTVfb1f45mluOm0/s320/ben+at+hospital.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><br />
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CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-14026630354701792382011-03-15T21:59:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:26:58.850-07:00A Sad Goodbye to a Loyal FriendThere is something special about a relationship between a loyal dog and his owner. I am not the type person that likes it when other people's animals crawl all over me or jump all over me. I do, however, love my own dogs, even if they can cause mischief at times. There is something special about the selfless love a dog gives to his owner. They love as if they are forever grateful. They love as if they are forever protective and they live to please you and comfort you. Wow, what if we exhibited this type of selfless love to each other? Strange to say that a good dog is a good example of selfless love.<br />
Tonight is our last evening to spend with our dog Max. We found out today that he has cancer in the bone of his shoulder. It is quite a rapid growing kind of cancer. He has been in quite a lot of unexplained pain over the past few months off and on. He is a large dog and almost 11 years old. So rather than have him undergo radiation and leg amputation, we have decided to put him down tomorrow morning. <br />
I remember when we first got Max. We had only been married a few months, and lived in a small apartment. Someone had left a box of puppies behind a bush just outside of an animal hospital. So I guess he was a rescue dog. At the time, our five month old dog, Molly, had been in obedience school at the animal hospital because of her cantankerous behavior. A few weeks before we got Max, the animal hospital had advertised that they had puppies to give away. They were cute puppies, but I was in no way about to take one of them. Slowly, one by one, most all of the puppies had found homes...all except Max...who had been described as the aggressive one. The leader of the pack. We finished our obedience training for Molly and had decided on having her spayed. Earle was the one who took her to have her spayed that morning. He called me later and told me that there was one puppy left in that litter. He told me that he wanted me to see the puppy when we picked Molly up. I had no desire. We got there after work that evening and they brought Molly out. I was hoping that Earle had forgotten about showing me the puppy. Of course he had not forgotten. He asked the lady to bring Max out. So out came this cute puppy. I wanted to say no. We lived in a small apartment with a dog that was wild(Molly). But something in me couldn't say no. I guess he knew I would not have been able to resist Max. He just looked at me like, "please say yes, and I'll always be good to you." So I did. Even though I had been warned that others did not take him because he was aggressive. He was quite the mischief maker. When Max was a puppy I would walk into my bedroom and find pillows and comforters lying as flat as a sheet while the room was covered in white stuffing. I would find large chunks of wood chewed out of window moldings and other things. He could undo a latch from the other side of a crate with ease, and get out of his crate while we were at work, only for us to come home and find the whole place bombed with defecation. We had to put a locked padlock on his crate as a puppy, and eventually he figured out how to get that open as well. On occasion I would walk into my closet and gasp at the smell of urine, where he had marked my entire bottom rack of clothes. Oh the fury!!<br />
But even with all of that tom foolery, Max ended up being the most gentle, kind, and loyal dog. He never growled at us, ever, in anger or aggression. He would growl when he was tired..sort of a, "don't bug me" growl, but never mean. He lived to please and protect us, and I think especially me. When Earle would be out of town with work, he would jump up into Earle's spot in the bed. While I was pregnant with Collin, Max sort of became my shadow. Following me around to make sure that I was okay. He has ever since. Although he has caused messes and mischief, he was well worth taking. From the get go, Max let Molly take the lead, he let her eat first, always. He let her speak for both of them for a long time. I had to learn to listen to what he was trying to tell me because he had such a quiet, non intrusive way of communicating his needs. Once I sort of figured out how to listen to him, I think we made a special connection. He has been like a guardian to the soul. He has lived through many moves and transitions in the Brown home. Sweet Max, we will love and miss you, but we don't want you to suffer. Thank you for making your paw print on our hearts and being such a good example of loyal, and selfless love. You have blessed our lives with your gentle spirit. <br />
Tonight Max had a rib eye steak for dinner, along with a granola bar, and his pain pills were covered in a fluffy cloud of whipped cream. I think he'll have a <span style="background-color: white;">bacon-wrapped fillet mignon</span> for breakfast before we go in the morning. I can't really think of any other way to honor him, but I think it will make him happy.<br />
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We had a good time and I got to follow her to a bunch of her lice client homes where I saw and helped de-lice many a child, teenager or mom. I was not exactly expecting to do lice but apparently we are getting in to rampant lice season. When I arrived at the Atlanta airport and got in the car with Jennie, she said, "You are going to hate this cousin, but we have 3 lice clients to go to right now..." <br />
I was like, "You've got to be kidding me!"<br />
I have never had lice before (knock on wood). But I heard right before I left Katy on Thursday morning that there were some lice cases at my son's school last week. I am definitely going to be proactive in checking! Some things as a mom that you might not know about lice that you may find interesting or helpful:<br />
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<strong><em>*Most school nurses do not catch all of the lice cases. Especially the nits that are the eggs laid by the lice that attach to the hair.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Lice only are transferred with head to head contact...which mean that elementary children and younger are at the biggest risk because they always talk or sit with their little heads touching. If a bug gets on a pillow or chair and you sit there, you can catch it. They can only live for about 24 to 48 hours off of a scalp which is the lice's food source. Lice don't jump or run around your home.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Lice cannot be killed by washing your hair. They can hold their breath for up to 8 hours. So baby pools can be a breeding ground for lice. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Some doctor prescribed treatments can kill the bugs themselves, but nothing can kill the nits. They have to all be combed out of the hair. If you miss one, you will not be rid of the lice. Most of the prescribed treatments have pesticides in them that can harm small children if they are allergic, and can really irritate the scalp.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Human lice cannot be caught by animals or animal lice by humans.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*There are three types of lice: Head lice, Body lice, and Pubic Lice. Head lice only live on the head. You cannot transfer it to other parts of the body. </em></strong><br />
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*<strong><em>Lice like clean hair and scalps the MOST! All of the houses we went to were very nice and very clean. We are talking $500,000+ homes in the suburbs of Atlanta. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Using hairspray and hair mousse and other hair products does help to keep a barrier from the lice getting to your head. They also hate the smell of mint, there is a product on my cousin's website that you can use. Mousse your kids up and hairspray them rubbing the mousse on the scalp before school. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*During the spring and summer it is a good idea for everyone to do lice maintenance even if you don't have it. Especially after camps, parties, and times when your kids have been with other kids. Slumber parties are not the best idea during this time. We went to one house where the little girl had it, then we checked the very clean teenage girl, and of course she had it too. She had a friend spend the night with her who was watching her be treated....the friend choose not to be checked, they had slept in the same bed. ICK!</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>* You can do maintenance by helping your child in the bathtub or shower. Just condition up their hair and run a lice comb through it for about 5 minutes around the crown, part, neck and hairline. Don't rinse out the comb but use a white paper towel to wipe the comb gunk off. Looking and folding after each wipe to see if you see any nits. They are tiny dark brown ovals. You can order the special comb off of my cousin's website. If you do find nits, you can also order the foam product from the website to treat them. If your child has it, it is worth paying someone to come to your home to treat you. If you live in Houston, and have the comb and foam on hand, I can show you how to comb through the hair. </em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>* I am going to order the comb today and I got some foam that I brought back just in case. Her comb works much better than the ones you might get at Walgreens or CVS. It is a professional patented lice comb. It makes a big difference.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>*Lice has been declared a national epidemic. Almost second to the common cold in children. There is something called the Super Lice that is a strain that is very hard to kill with prescribed treatments. They have become immune.</em></strong><br />
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One thing I found funny while doing lice calls was that we would be elbow deep in the lice foam, combing lice out of sections of hair, and the mom of the house would then ask us if we would like a snack or a drink. We would politely say, "No thank you." But gross, who would want to eat something when your hands were entrenched in lice ridden hair. I'm sure I would offer the same thing though. <br />
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I will tell all of my friends that you all should order these three things to have on hand just in case, especially if you have elementary aged or younger aged children:<br />
<a href="http://www.liceladiesatlanta.com/lice_ladies_store.html">http://www.liceladiesatlanta.com/lice_ladies_store.html</a><br />
These products are all natural with no pesticides and completely safe for young children. They have an enzyme in them that decinagrates the exoskeleton of the lice bug and loosens the nit glue so that the nits can be combed out. It is a fragrance free product.<br />
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The foam is good for up to a year and if you don't have to use it, you can give it to a friend. The comb will last forever. You can e-mail Jennie or me if you need to de-lice and I can help explain to you how to comb. <br />
Hope you don't have to de-lice your home but if you do call a professional and Happy Licing!:)<br />
CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-67496530210535626372011-03-02T17:40:00.000-08:002011-03-02T17:46:30.577-08:00When I'm<em>Discussion I overheard in the car tonight went as follows....</em><br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: When you're in kindergarten, I'm gonna be in first grade, no, I'll be in second grade.<br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: Hey Ben...<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: And when you're in 3rd grade I'm gonna be in 5th Grade...<br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: You know what Ben...<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: And when you're in 5th grade I'm gonna be in 7th Grade <br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: Ben..<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: ..and when I'm in 6th grade you're gonna be in, um, you're gonna be in 4th grade.<br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: Hey Ben...<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: Yes, Collin.<br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: Hey Ben when I'm yowr age, you know what?<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong>: What?<br />
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<strong>Collin</strong>: When I'm yowr age, I'm gonna love you. I'm just gonna love you.<br />
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<strong>Ben</strong> with a brimming over smile giggles: He loves me.<br />
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I looked back to see them holding hands across their car seats and smiling at each other.<br />
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~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-43060188652408239152011-02-28T22:43:00.000-08:002011-03-01T05:55:21.967-08:00My HOME Page(The original reason for the blog)So I have decided that I was well behind the times here with the old layout. When I originally started this blog it was to keep a scrapbook/journal online for our family. As I got more and more used to blogging, I realized that I was branching out into many different subjects, not all of them really family scrapbook material. I really enjoy writing on this blog even though I don't always take the time to do it for myself. I realized that things don't have to be lengthy to be interesting, even though I know I can sometimes be pretty lengthy! Maybe I can talk Earle into doing and Earle's Corner...that would be interesting for sure. I was so excited today when I saw that you can tab pages! So cool! Then I thought about the fact that we really love having people in our home and hosting new and old friends. So I tried to think of the concept as kind of like just having you over to our house. We would talk about the everyday things, I would probably cook a meal for you, or making you an espresso drink. It is likely that we would have some serious meaningful conversation about life but then we would probably also have some fun and laughs. So this Home page is going to be the everyday scrapbook page. Just like the original intent was for the blog. Thanks for stopping by and hope to see you soon!<br />
~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-16118736165900504972011-02-26T13:27:00.000-08:002011-02-26T13:27:40.971-08:00Corndog, the verb tenseOne day earlier this week Ben came to Earle and I and staunchly reported that his brother had said a bad word. We get this quite often from both of the boys and usually the word that they think is a bad word is not a bad word. So we asked him what the word was. Of course he would not tell us because in his head it was a bad word and he did not feel he could actually say it to us for fear of punishment. We told him that it was okay, and after going round and round about this we asked him what letter it started with. He told us it started with an "H". We finally got around to figuring out that Collin had said the word "hate". We then asked Ben to tell us how he said it. Once again, Ben refused because he did not want to get into trouble. So Earle had the brilliant idea of trying to give Ben a different word to use in place of hate so that Ben would use it in the sentence that Collin said it to him. Earle told him to say the word, "Corndog" instead of hate. Of course what Ben told us that Collin said to him was, "Ben, I corndog you." Collin was in trouble because he is definitely not supposed to say that to people, but it began to be a game somehow of using corndog as a code for hate which obviously we never intended. The boys just think that the word corndog is fun to use, and they don't really know what a corndog is. All week, I have been telling them not to say "corndog" because of how they are using it as a code for "hate". But it all sounds so ridiculous to get into deep discussions about the word "corndog". This morning, the four of us went to have coffee at Starbucks for breakfast before Ben's game. Earle and I were chatting, and there were quite a few small tables of people within earshot of our table. Earle and I paused our conversation to hear Collin and Ben very seriously listing the things that they corndogged. Collin commented that he corndogged strangers. And Ben commented that he corndogged men. Collin also commented that his "big softie(security blanket he sleeps with)" corndogged Daddy. People were giving us somewhat strange side glances because of how all of this sounds. I was horrified and looking at Earle like, "I cannot believe you taught them to say CORNDOG"! It sounds horrid and they have no idea what it sounds like they are referring to! Earle still can't help but smirk and giggle when all this is happening. We quickly finished up and threw away our trash and left. The more we try to get them to stop the funnier that they think it is. We need to come up with another word. I corndog corndog.<br />
~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-87221751350123706232011-02-26T12:51:00.000-08:002011-02-26T12:51:57.534-08:00Simply Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I realize that I have not been posting as I should so I thought I'd do something that I thought would be sort of easy. I am way behind on pictures of the boys so I decided to take my camera with me last Saturday morning to let you follow us on our morning. The boys usually wake up early on Saturdays. This is annoying because I have to wake them up on school mornings but for some reason the past few Saturdays they have been waking up in the six o'clock hour. After we get dressed on Saturdays, the boys like to go up to a place called La Centerra near our house that has a Starbucks and lots of other shops. They also host a Farmer's market every Saturday morning and they like to sit in the courtyard and drink their hot chocolates and eat their coffee cakes and run around as they please. They play music over the speakers there so there is always lots of wild silly dancing by our two.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ARfodJBeeitEvhhlKp5UbKaYJBzOmvmzGy06nj_ISSFeloHZMGxmceE4WkWEIigHdBpDpZEIv5VzTSD7e5i2T62MIWt6EbYQNQNGclZznrtVTzQXN4Ng6fHj_3apNpbi9l6sVcZjfDoH/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ARfodJBeeitEvhhlKp5UbKaYJBzOmvmzGy06nj_ISSFeloHZMGxmceE4WkWEIigHdBpDpZEIv5VzTSD7e5i2T62MIWt6EbYQNQNGclZznrtVTzQXN4Ng6fHj_3apNpbi9l6sVcZjfDoH/s1600/008.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Topped the morning with kid's meals at Fazoli's. My kids think that there is nothing better than the bread sticks! It was a good morning. I am so glad that I have these good times to enjoy with these boys!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNq3_iYwl4OHN87WiKmUW_i-HOaa5bMi1GloImcJtT7LmSI6Ckgp4uQU36tixNxrKUwfmMcRi1UmeWyohF6qonQMpbUQlHpistFib2iVOU1LtQcvpgLmTgLX1NYgDeyT9ww36vMugtRUi/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNq3_iYwl4OHN87WiKmUW_i-HOaa5bMi1GloImcJtT7LmSI6Ckgp4uQU36tixNxrKUwfmMcRi1UmeWyohF6qonQMpbUQlHpistFib2iVOU1LtQcvpgLmTgLX1NYgDeyT9ww36vMugtRUi/s1600/060.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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What in the world is chasing me?<br />
Where has the time gone?<br />
Running from one thing to the next.<br />
Where is my husband? Where are my kids?<br />
Oh, I see them...although they are tiny specks in the distance in front of me surrounded by a beautiful light.<br />
Stop.<br />
Underneath me my feet run on a large black road with a white strip in the center;<br />
formed by the hand of God, I think.<br />
I look behind me. There are people behind me pushing me. Helping me. Friends, Family, Angels, Randoms.<br />
I look forward and run faster to get to my family and the light. Can I go any faster? <br />
I hear my sons call my name, "MOM!"<br />
Wait, that seemed to come from behind me. I look far behind me. Yes, it is them, but I thought they were in front of me.<br />
What? I look ahead...nothing, but snide snickers and jeers but no being to represent.<br />
An illusion?. Yes.<br />
Wait.<br />
Who is chasing me?<br />
I look down. The road is all black. <br />
What?<br />
I look behind me again. Wait a second, who are the Randoms?<br />
I've missed something. <br />
Who is chasing me?<br />
Dear Lord, who is chasing me? <br />
Oh. No.<br />
Deceit<br />
How did I get in front of him?<br />
I look up.<br />
I can't stop, he's behind me and close.<br />
I try to utter "help" but no sound will come out.<br />
I am nauseated. How could I have not known?<br />
I look up.<br />
A hand reaches down and I grab onto it. It pulls me off of the road.<br />
Be still, He tells me. Be still. Wait for him to pass; he can't see you when you are still.<br />
I sit as still as I can and as quiet as I can. I see him run past me down the road. My children are behind him and my husband. They see me and stop and walk to Him and I. <br />
There we sit, still, confused but joyful.<br />
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~CB<br />
Thank goodness God is a god who saves us and does not confuse us. Too bad Satan likes to. I was in a mood to write tonight but had no good topics...here is what emerged. Ah well, you know, sometimes getting heavy is okay:) <br />
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Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-26664382035384268312011-02-02T17:23:00.000-08:002011-02-02T17:54:50.469-08:00The Beginning....<em><strong>January 22, 2011</strong></em><br />
So, 11 years ago, today(by the time I finish typing this) Earle and I went on our very first date. Randomly, he called me up the week before and I had had not so much a crush, but lets just say a "peaked interest" in this Earle Brown. He was in the singles group at my church. Well, he was actually teaching the singles bible class and organizing their upcoming ski trip. He was not bad to look at and a big plus was that he had a job and seemed to be a somewhat comfortable, confident individual. Yes, that is how I sized him up at the beginning. Before I knew a single thing about him. This is way too much information, but it may be even more weird and random that only 12 years prior to this on the same date, I officially "began" my "journey" into womanhood at the age of 12 but as you know, God strings all things along in life, randomly, and thus the story of my 'now' life began.<br />
At this time in my life I would be 24 in a weeks time. I had been teaching elementary music in a suburb of Houston during the day and tutoring kids part time at Sylvan learning center a few nights a week for extra income. I had recently been home for Christmas and then home again shortly after for my brother's wedding. I was no where near thinking that I would be considering marriage any time in the near future. I was actually considering moving from Houston after the school year had ended to another city where some of my good friends from college lived. <br />
I had come in after a long day and evening at work. One of my roommates, Melinda, informed me that some guy had called me that she did not recognize. She said that he had a very manly sounding voice, and that he had said that he would call back later. That he did. He called and we talked for quite a while. He then asked me if I would go out with him on Saturday evening. That I also did. I was sort of excited because he had "basic potential" on the Carrie potential meter, and I had kind of hoped he would ask me out for awhile. I remember wondering what I should wear. I ended up wearing a black three quartered length black blouse with a black skirt from the Express with some blue and green embroidery at the bottom with a pair for of somewhat awesome black zip up boots. I have no idea what he wore. My friend Melinda said that you could smell the perfume/cologne trail as we left our apartment where he picked me up. He took me out to dinner to one of my still favorites, "Lupe Tortilla's" restaurant here in Houston. We spent a long time talking and after that we went to see a movie. I offered to pay for the movie. You know, to take the pressure off of him and he said, verbatim, "Um, no, I'm sorry, I can't let you do that." Good move Earle, good move. I would have taken note;). A girl wants a man to take care of her, even if she does not really need to be taken care of.<br />
It was a stupid movie that I remember hating called, "And The Cradle Will Rock." All in all it was a very nice evening though. We seemed to have similar humor and there was an easy flow of conversation and we really enjoyed each other's company. He walked me to my door and asked me if I might be interested in going out on another date. I told him "Yes, of course!" Still unsure that I might be saying yes because of pity, he asked, "Really, would you really like that?" And I said, "Yes!" And then I went inside, no kiss, just a great time. A gentleman for sure.<br />
Lately, I've been thinking quite a bit about Earle and I. We have had quite a bit of transition over the past few years and our lives have been busy and distracted lately. I always thought when I met, "the one" for me that it would be someone who was one of my best friends or someone that I had known for years or that I had dated for years. This was not the case with Earle and I. We just knew that we wanted to be with each other for the rest of our lives. We loved each other and we were committed to each other. We truly enjoyed being around each other. We only dated for 3 months before we were engaged. That is not long enough for best friendship. So it was weird in a way that the friendship actually grew into the deep friendship after we were married. Not at all what I had pictured. And I'm so glad that God put him in my life. Strange how you think you know how things are going to be, but something can catch your eye in a way you are not expecting and it can turn into something so meaningful and lasting. I'm just very thankful for that man these days. He's a good one. <br />
~CBCarrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-39053836199703432792011-02-01T11:39:00.000-08:002011-02-01T11:39:46.916-08:00Christmas 2010<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcR1rWeGutb5iCgKgWd1pLls7tb_iQTT6_81F1EuhbDSz9gqtU-HsiZ4XnG0DdHLcBywyF2iL-LvkA-qwjERo7c6SHKHCZUIuHOZ67MwjjZaZdR9h38alxJ8PidS5y66uusBHQW4g4lng/s1600/iphone+carrie+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcR1rWeGutb5iCgKgWd1pLls7tb_iQTT6_81F1EuhbDSz9gqtU-HsiZ4XnG0DdHLcBywyF2iL-LvkA-qwjERo7c6SHKHCZUIuHOZ67MwjjZaZdR9h38alxJ8PidS5y66uusBHQW4g4lng/s1600/iphone+carrie+002.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I am way behind in posting! But I wanted to post the Christmas morning pictures of the boys. We did not have as many pictures this year, for whatever reason I did not have my camera. We had a great Christmas morning and day with the four of us and my parents and Lorie. The boys loved having Christmas at their house this year. It was nice to be able to put up a tree and actually use it for the desired purpose of Christmas morning and not have to travel. We had a relaxed day and just enjoyed being. It was laid back and nice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGus5Q62psn8MglUtPAMCznMORK3rQeneTE_HrnuY3e0dGIZMaEenW69_RaZUIKdRmyBYv1ugw1CzTRtlE9HVQSH3JZw_rAbtkLy6e1oRHLe3ylpiYORr9KIBiNCehnMMO6VI26Gn3jRNH/s1600/iphone+carrie+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGus5Q62psn8MglUtPAMCznMORK3rQeneTE_HrnuY3e0dGIZMaEenW69_RaZUIKdRmyBYv1ugw1CzTRtlE9HVQSH3JZw_rAbtkLy6e1oRHLe3ylpiYORr9KIBiNCehnMMO6VI26Gn3jRNH/s1600/iphone+carrie+007.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XfxaX9LOrLkmZIxyxTr0LLz0jmStKKkQjLRxRzQTNHBCNbiLrVtTH603lR79TxzMjSphhK8wYr0L5VXlm2Y1FfSeOTCdzIKOMlO8JK1ruVbrsto6Hgo9LEoTZ6Q_-gHOXcuu250a80SZ/s1600/Christmas+2010+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1XfxaX9LOrLkmZIxyxTr0LLz0jmStKKkQjLRxRzQTNHBCNbiLrVtTH603lR79TxzMjSphhK8wYr0L5VXlm2Y1FfSeOTCdzIKOMlO8JK1ruVbrsto6Hgo9LEoTZ6Q_-gHOXcuu250a80SZ/s1600/Christmas+2010+002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<strong>(Well, lets just say, "The Better Of" some of them are not entertaining at all...just figured it would be good to have.) Feel free to vote on your favorite if you have the time to go through and read them all...</strong><br />
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Guilty Pleasure of the day: Listening to "Let me be the One to Love You"..from Celine Dion's Let's Talk About Love cd with my sister in the car. Singing it, and harmonizing it a the top of our lungs and yes, unfortunately directing the strings and the rests. There you have it folks...the dork shines.<br />
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This morning I was at Target looking for a book for C to give at his preschool Christmas party gift exchange. I picked up the book, "If I could keep you little..." by Marianne Richmond and started reading it. I'm not a sappy person but I totally teared up. If you have a little one and have not read it, it is a must. So sweet!<br />
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I'm afraid my dog Max who is elderly in dog years is developing Dogs Alzheimers. Is there such a thing? Out of no where we discovered that he is eating his own excrement. He pants and paces for us to let him out, and when we do he returns licking his lips. I'm so disgusted right now. He wants water constantly too. I know some of you friends are vets. Should I be concerned? I think he's losing his mind.<br />
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I'm watching an Reo Speedwagon Concert on Direct TV, I like a few of their songs even though they are lame, but I am sure you could guess the three songs...I would be lying if I said I have never owned their greatest hits CD...oh well, there you go, they are no Journey.<br />
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You know you have been to a truly good authentic Mexican food resturaunt when you walk in and your mouth waters, you can't wait to gorge on the chips, salsa, entree and beans and rice. You leave feeling like you must shower as soon as possible because you smell like you just ate some manure fried up on a plate, but strangely you can't wait to return. Tonights experience, Original Mama Ninfa's.:)<br />
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For some reason my house will not stop vomitting up laundry. I have no clue where it is all coming from. Everytime I think I'm finished there is another pile.<br />
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The note I sent to Ben's teacher today went as follows, "Dear Mrs. Marshall, I'll be praying for your day, it is going to be a hard one.Due to severe jetlag Ben was up at 2:30am playing on Earle's iphone and up at 4am for good. If you can figure out a way for the nurse to send him home feel free. I have packed a coke and some chocolate for you because you'll need the extra energy. Hope you survive.~CB"<br />
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One 6 year old crashed out in his bed, one three year old struggling to keep his little eyes open while his softing blanket, i.e. the infamous and extremely well travelled, "BIG SOFTIE" dries in the dryer. I just could not let him rub that thing all over his face after it has been on countless dirty floors and planes! Bless his heart.<br />
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Thankful for God's blessings of wonderful family and friends like family...and His protective provisons! :)<br />
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Questions from our kids about the trip: "Mom, do I need to say goodbye to my friends @ school? Are we getting a house there? Will People come to pack up our stuff? Are we Americans?" With all of our moving we've so confused our kids! Bless their hearts! I guess this is about the time each year we have prepared for moving! What a blessing that we are not!!!!<br />
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How do you load your toilet paper holder? Does the paper feed go on the front of the roll or the back of the roll? Is there actually a way that everyone is to properly feed it? Bestow your wisdom please someone. For I do not know the proper etiquette.<br />
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Having a great time seeing old friends. So weird how even the different smells bring back such good memories!<br />
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Ok, well I was checking out at Wal-mart and I fell for a sales trap. Andes De Menthe Chocolate Covered cookies...staring straight at me in the check out line. I felt ashamed for impulsively grabbing them and throwing them onto the check out belt...but alas they are truly decadent and I have no regrets...seriously!<br />
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"I can tell that you had your hair done today, now that you mention it," says he to me.<br />
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Ben got the "Most Outstanding Behavior Award" in his music class today. He came home this afternoon and immediately showed it to me. I'm not going to lie, I was surprised a little but very proud of him. He said to me, "Mom, I almost exploded, I was so proud." I love that he almost exploded.<br />
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Is it ironic that my 3 yr. old is roaming around our house shouting the fruits of the spirit? He's been yelling,"The fruits of the spirit are LOVE! JOY! PEACE!PATIENCE! KINDNESS! GOODNESS! FAITHFULNESS! GENTLENESS! and SELF CON-TRO_OOOL!" I think the Lord is trying to see if I can take a hint. Hellooooo Monday!:)<br />
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So AAA was great! I think they r totally worth the yearly membership. They put on my old spare so that I could get to Walmart to have the new tire put on. Question: do you tip AAA? I had no cash. Instead I just gave him my coke and my HEB brand Doritos out of the lunch I'd packed for Bens field trip. Was that tacky? I asked him if he'd like to have them and he said he would.<br />
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Today I threw on my infamous Hot Pink Track suit to walk Ben to the bus. He looked at me and said, "hey mom, that hot pink jacket and those pants are a real outfit. Just like my dinasaur outfits that I like to wear so much. " yay.<br />
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As I was cuddling with Collin in the morning he said, "Hey mom, you smell good, but sometimes een da morning you ahr a little bit stinky. Mom, I fink it is yor bref. Yeah, yor bref is a little stinky."<br />
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Taking Lorie out on the town. First stop is Sonic then downtown to the Wortham to see HGO present Peter Grimes. Nothing like a little Benjamin Britton to lift anyone's spirits. I was embarrassed at sonic when I could not find my cash. The worker was laughing at me when I realized it was sticking out of the top of my dress, where Earle had stuffed it.<br />
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There is much rejoicing in heaven today. My sweet little grandmother ma received her crown early this morning. Heading home for the party. Definately a life worth celebrating.<br />
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Strange toliet issues in our house...Ben has aquired a paranoia that if he flushes the toliet it will "Flow" at any minute, so he simply refuses to flush it so surprises await around every corner; Collin has apparently forgotten how to aim..there is nothing like waking up at 3am to a tiny blond boy saying he needs to pee pee, and when I sat him on the potty, I got a shock when he peed all over my legs. Nice.<br />
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Does anyone else get multiple random e-mail messages on their iphone that are blank and say that they were sent 12-31-69? What is the deal? Is someone trying to reach me from the other side?<br />
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Panty hose poll: some of my friends r trying to help me... Do you wear them? Can u wear tights with a nice dress? R they completely out??<br />
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Sad admitance: For the past few days there have been some kid's meals purchased, which have been half eaten, so after they go to bed, sadly, I have eaten the other half of their meals for my meal...sometimes you just need to eat in peace, and by that time, you don't care!:)<br />
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I remember my first grade teacher giving me the daily class "Super Student" award. I had not idea why. I asked her and she told me, "I was so proud of you because you did not come up to my desk today constantly and ask me lots and lots of questions about each and every assignment." I think we will start the "Mommy's Favorite Child" award at our house<br />
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I think I'll change my name to Joy for the day.<br />
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Earle came in the door with a bouquet of Stargazer Lilies today. They are one of my favorites and it made my day. I love you big daddy!;)<br />
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Hello Monday, hope you're a super fun day. I long for some pep in my step,<br />
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Beautiful day for sipping my peppermint mocha and watching tiny people play soccer:)<br />
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When trying to convince a good friend that she would love to have kids someday, it does not help when that sweet friend is sitting out on the patio having breakfast and your three year old smiles at them and intentionally locks them out of the house while you are preoccupied getting your hair done in the bathroom.<br />
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I've recently realized that developing friendship/relationships or maintaining them is not so much about the distance that seperates you, but the energy and desire it takes to open a friendship account and making enough deposits to keep your account balanced and active. Its more a decision than a circumstance. Thank you for all of your deposits!<br />
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My kindergartener just informed me that his ice cream sandwich was in the shape of a rectangular prism... Sadly,I had to look this up to find that he was right.<br />
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Coversation over steak dinner tonight: Ben,"Mom, did you know that this is cow and they wring the cow's neck and kill it and then there is blood and you eat the killed cow? YUCK!"Me,"Well, I think you might have the technique confused with a chicken, but yes, steak is a killed cow." About ten minutes later after a fing...erlicking plateful Collin responded, "Hey mom, I'm done with my cow. Can I have dessert?"<br />
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At 5 am this morning I woke up to hearing my boys playing in the living room. Collin was acting out Superwhy at the top of his lungs..."With the Power to read I can change the story and SAVE the day!!" Ben told me that they were afraid they would miss us leaving. My alarm had been set for 6. Nice.<br />
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It is not awesome when you look in the car mirror and see that an eyelash <br />
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While watching a Leslie Sansone video Ben who is laying on the couch tells me, "Mommy, rest is better than exercise. It really is." ... spoken from the mouth of a babe...<br />
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Imagine the excitement when Ben was unwrapping a birthday present from my mom this evening expecting for there to be a costume inside for him;little did he or we know that the costumes inside were for Earle, Collin and myself.I should have looked inside the box before I wrapped it!He was so excited that he was going to... have live Star Wars characters all around him on his birthday! Yes, you know what we will be wearing for Halloween! Gee, thanks mom!;) This added a fun new twist to our evening!<br />
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Ben, "Mom, I was just thinking about something, how do parents get milk in their bodies that they feed to their babies? I mean, how can I do it for my kids? That's gonna be so cool...and where does it come out of exactly?" Me, "it comes out of ladies chests. Only mommies though, sorry, buddy you'll be a daddy!" Collin ...interupts, "Well, I'm gonna be a mommy."<br />
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Ben was so excited this morning and I was excited for him! I was proud of him for not being too nervous and being so brave. It was a good first day of kindergarten!!<br />
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I hate it when I search everywhere for my sunglasses...then realize that they are on the top of my head.<br />
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I think it's funny when my 3 yr. old does what the tv asks him to do...like Dora will say, "what was your favorite part of the adventure?", and he replies....so funny.<br />
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All week Ben has been expelling repulsive gas for fun.I told him that was not going to be acceptable at school because it is very bad manners and very unpleasant to other people I tried to explain to him that u can't just do that for fun, and if u have to, make it quiet and just politely say "excuse me". He giggled and... told me that he will probably just say, "Excuse me, I cut the cheese in my pants." Great.<br />
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Collin (boy,age 3) was sitting in my lap just now, twisting my engagment ring, and all of a sudden looked up at me and said, "Mom, when you die, can I have this?" What in the world?!<br />
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having one of those days where I felt skinner than what the scale told me...hmm...false self image in the opposite. Please let me know if I am busting out of something that I should not be wearing...apparently my gage is a little off these days;)<br />
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Uh Mom? Yes, says I. My tooth just fell out onto the van floor, says he.<br />
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A Favorite Ben Quote of the Week: <br />
When walking by the produce section of Wal-mart I could smell the peaches. I picked one up and said, "wow these smell great! Here Collin smell this, " and he did. Then I said, "Here Ben, smell this peach" He then exclaimed," UH Uh! NO way, I'm not smelling that thing, it looks like a f...uzzy bottom with a crack! GROSS! I will never smell it!"<br />
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Ben informed us tonight that tomorrow when he goes to another churches VBS with a friend, he needs to wear his blue sweatshirt with the hood. We asked him why and he told us, " so that people will think I'm cool and call me dude." Okay...<br />
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Today, in a bathroom stall at the movies, I was helping Collin get off the potty. He said, "hey mom, what's this?" I looked in his little hands and saw he was grasping a USED plastic applicator from the floor! I almost vomited! Could be one of the grossest things yet! Apparently it's my week for bathroom adventures!<br />
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Just stopped at a run down texaco where the bathroom was unisex and outside. The deadbolt had been stolen and a huge wad of to was where it once was. I latched the door from inside preparing the seat when the door swung open. I screamed very loudly in a very normal looking mans face. Then asked him to stand guard.<br />
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While eating breakfast, my oldest said, "Mom, I was wondering if today could be all about me? I mean you know, I could pick everything we do and get whatever I asked for and stuff like that." I responded with a blank stare and said, no, sorry, not today!<br />
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This evening I was walking into the grocery store and reached back to pull up my jean capris around my waist...or so I thought...apparently, I ended up pulling my underwear up over part of my shirt in the back...it was not my capris...yeah, I'm into setting trends these days.<br />
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Dear Spouse *ahem*, though you are most always one of the most joyous and brightest spots in my day, it is not at all uncommon for me to hear violins playing in the background when you speak.<br />
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Walking into the YMCA this morning Ben asks me what my favorite exercise is. He says, "Wait, I know what you like, you like to rub yourself up and down on that board thing that goes. Yeah, you really like to do that." "WHAT?!" I ask, clearly confused. "You know, that thing that you used to do it on that broke when we w...ere in Canada." says he. "Oh, you mean the treadmill, I think you meant RUN?! Sure, thats my fav.;)<br />
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Me + 1/8th of a yellow cake with choc. icing left in the pan + a fork = one very guilty lady...."thou shalt confess thy sins one to another..." <br />
Happy Lord's Day! Anyone wanna go for a walk?<br />
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The other night we had a major thunderstorm, the next morning Collin came up to me and said that the "funder" had really scared him. He told me that Ben had come into his room and slept in his bed because he had been scared. I asked Ben about it and he said, "yes mom, he was scared, and I will ALWAYS do that for him." ... Totally touched my heart. Sweet brothers!<br />
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My poor Ben is puking...bless him! Would it be horrid if I wore rubber gloves and tied a hankerchief around my face while tending to him?<br />
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Every year around Mother's Day, Ben(Age 5 1/2) asks me when it is going to be "Brother's Day". This year my response was, "Happy Brother's Day Ben!, everyday is Brother's Day!" His response was, "I thought the parents were supposed to get stuff for the brothers.." "Oh." says I.<br />
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Early this morning Ben just burst out laughing, for no apparent reason. Then he said, "Hey mom, I'm laughing at myself because I tooted in the bed last night, and it was really funny." I think I should start a book called...things that are hilarious to boys...<br />
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Recorded some of the series "Life" on the discovery channel for Ben(51/2) to watch. It is a scientific series about nature and different animals. Tonight he watched an episode about the Deep Sea. I was taken aback by the question, "Mom, what is sperm?" I told him to ask his father who gave him a very simple age appropr...iate answer. Whew! Maybe we'll hold off on the discovery channel for awhile.<br />
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Son #1 and son #2 were just taking a shower. They were nice and clean. I turned off their shower water and stepped away to grab towels for them. I heard giggling from #2...I turned around to see #2 peeing on #1. I immediately turned the shower back on. I don't get it!<br />
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Overhearing my boys while watching Team Oomi Zoomi....Collin says, "I'm Buck Ben, I'm Buck..." Ben says, "Buck is a Robot and you are a human, you can't be Buck"...Collin says, "I don't care, I'm Buck!"<br />
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was trying to get the leashes on my dogs this morning at the door..and tripped on something...I looked down to see that what I tripped on was a hot dog bun sized turd that my dog max had created...apparently he could not wait until we got outside the door...oh the fury!!<br />
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Today my son Ben left his DSi in a grocery cart outside at Academy...we did not realize it until we were 10 minutes away. I called and there was no sign of it. Over dinner I told him to ask God to get it back for him so he and Earle prayed for it...about 30 minutes later the phone rang..it was Academy and someone had turned it in!! What a great lesson!<br />
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Happy Valentine's Day Earle! For your gift I had my upper lip waxed, my eyebrows waxed, and my hair trimmed...you are now married to a woman again instead of a beast.<br />
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<strong></strong>Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-74503149486972161662010-12-01T14:52:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:28:57.701-08:00Shelter in a time of StormSo, in my previous post I stated that as we drove away from the village of Buckie the snow was coming down by the bucketfuls. I of course was the driver. Just before we drove out of Hunter and Elaine's driveway, the boys and I said a prayer that we would be safe and that God would protect us and watch over our drive. The roads in this area are very narrow and one lane goes each way with only the paint on the road as the divider. There are no street lights when you are not in a village or town. So I could only see as far as my lights would shine. The snow bank on the side actually was a decent guide. I tried to say in second and third gear for the 25 miles that we travelled that night. We had heard that the worst stretch of road in this area was the 10 mile stretch between Keith and Huntly Scotland on AB96 heading to the Aberdeen airport. I was getting a little nervous about running out of gas even though we had a full tank I was worried in case we got stranded that we might need more. So when we made it to Keith, I pulled into the first station that I saw. We had seen many people broken down, stuck and many people fishtailed out in the road, but I still had pretty good traction in second gear. I thought we could slowly still plug along the next 25 miles. After leaving the gas station, I realized that not only were we driving on snow, but we were now driving on black ice under the snow. The realization of this made me somewhat apprehensive to continue. We got to the center of Keith and there was a very steep hill to get up and then there was a sharp curve at the top of this hill on a two lane road. I was still doing just fine in second gear. In front of us though, there was a big semi-truck struggling to get up the hill. It made it to the top of the hill and stalled. We stopped and after a few minutes I realized that it was stuck so I started trying to turn around and find a different way. I then realized that stopping the car had lost our traction on the road. I saw that all of the cars behind us had backed way up. So, I decided that maybe I could go in reverse. Earle and I managed a little ways back down the hill. Out of no where, a random man, came up to my window and told me he wanted to help me get backed up and see if I could turn the car around. He managed to help us get most of the way down this hill in reverse. Just as we were still facing forward, and were getting close to trying to turn the car around, a big tour bus came quickly around that sharp curve at the top of this hill. It fishtailed out and lost control and started sliding. It slid straight into the spot that we had just backed out of and was sliding straight at us. I threw the door open and Earle jumped out of the car. I started yelling, "Get the boys out of the car!" But I was sort of frozen and was not doing it myself. The people on this tour bus were just standing up looking out of the front window in horror as this thing kept sliding straight at us. The bus was able to stop about 10 feet in front of us. I threw us into second gear and the man helped us get turned around and we drove straight back to that gas station passing the long line of cars that were behind us. I asked the lady to use the phone so that I could call Elaine because we did not have a cell phone. "Hello, Elaine? Well, the good news is that I am at a phone calling you, the bad news is that I don't think we are going to make it past Keith. Could you help us look up a place to stay here for the night because I don't think there is any way I want to get back on that road to your house...." Elaine was frantically trying to help me figure out if I should go back to theirs and chance it or if we would find a room. <br />
Out of no where a couple of men walked into the gas station. A minute later I heard someone saying, "Right then. You will stay at the Ugie House Hotel. I've got two rooms."<br />
"Pardon me?" says I. "Are you talking to me?" <br />
"Yes," says the kind man.<br />
"Seriously? You are talking to me?" I ask again.<br />
"Yes, Quine. It is just up the hill, to the right..." says the man.<br />
"Oh my goodness. Thank you so much, " I said, "Do you see that man in the car out there," I said pointing to Earle, "could you tell these directions to him because I know I will not remember right." <br />
So he went out and I saw him briefly chatting with Earle, as I was getting off of the phone with Elaine. Then he got into his car and drove away. Earle and I started going the way that he told us, we had to go back up that hill, but before we got there, there had been another wreck or something and we could not get by. So we decided we would park on a side street and walk to the hotel and carry the boys. We turned off and started to park and an SUV came up behind us. A man in his late teens or early 20's said, "Aren't you all going to the Ugie House Hotel? I was in the station then you were talking to Robbie. We were behind you. Follow us, we know a different way."<br />
And so we followed him. And it was a very steep way, but we managed to get there about 10 minutes later. We parked and as soon as we were parked we knew we were stuck but did not care because we had made it to this place.<br />
We carried the boys up to the door and went in. There was no one at the reception desk. It was an old hotel and it looked as if there was a lounge and eating area. We rang the bell and a few minutes later a teenage girl came in and said, "Are you the lady on the phone that Robbie told me about?" <br />
"Well, I was at the Shell station and a man said he had two rooms. Am I the right person you are talking about?", I asked.<br />
"Yes, you are. He told me about you. He owns this place. And he told me not to give that room to anyone else that comes in because he promised it to you. And I'm not to charge you more than 60 pounds. This is our last room and it is a family suite, there are two bedrooms and a bathroom with five single beds all together. There is tea and biscuits for you in your room for tonight and you will have your breakfast downstairs in the morning." says the girl.<br />
Earle and I just stood there shocked and amazed and pretty much speechless. <br />
"Thank you so much," I said. "We had no idea where we would be able to stay and we have these two little boys, this is an amazing blessing."<br />
Earle and I continually uttered thank yous up the stairs to our room, and through the very windy hallways of stairs. There were only ten rooms at this hotel. Our room was quaint and comfortable. The keys were the old keys from the 1800s with the round end at the top and a thin metal cylinder with the tooth that hung down at the end as the actual part that unlocks the door. We got in and started trying to get our flight situation figured out. Earle and I were both on and off the phone with Elaine, and airports. We managed to figure out that our morning flight had been cancelled and we were able to switch it to 5:15 pm. the next day out of Aberdeen, then we would have to stay the night in London and fly out of London Sunday morning.<br />
We started settling in for the night and I got the kids bathed. Something to know about me is that I am a little freaked out about things like ghosts and haunted type places. I started asking Earle, do you think this place has ghosts? Should I be a little scared? Look at these keys."<br />
Earle said, "Carrie, this night can only be described as a night of Divine Intervention. I don't think God brought us here to be killed or taunted by evil spirits or ghosts," he chided. "I'm pretty sure you are fine and if you think you see one, it is a good one."<br />
He had a point. How very blessed we were that night. Random things that happened only to be explained by Divine intervention. <br />
We slept well. We woke up and had breakfast. The owner, Robbie, came down as we were eating and grabbed a shovel and he and Earle shovelled the car out so we could leave. We made our flight. An experience I think that we will never forget, and we will go back to when our children ask about the power of prayer and of the Lord's provision. If you look really closely, you can see the owner, Robbie standing up on the deck.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We had a great visit with our friends Hunter and Elaine in Buckie Scotland. By the time we arrived on Saturday afternoon, we ended up having a total of five and a half days before we had to head on our trip home. We squeezed quite a bit of sight seeing into those five days! Especially for two jetlagged little boys. Earle had never been to Scotland, and since this area of the world is so special to me, we had decided that we would plan to go there to celebrate our ten year anniversary. So a couple of years ago we started planning for it so that it would really happen. Our anniversary was in July, but we decided to book the trip in November because there was such a difference in plane ticket prices. We ended up having to shorten the trip at the last minute due to Ben's strict school absence policy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> The minute I walked into Hunter and Elaine's house it did not feel at all as if eleven years had passed since I had been there. The smells were the same and brought back such wonderful memories and warm feelings. We got to spend time visiting with some of the people I knew from the college trips that I took to Scotland. It was great to see life in the highlands of Scotland from this angle of my life. I feel like when I was there with Harding there was such an agenda, while it was great, I think I was too busy 'doing' to soak in some of the perspective and culture that I could have paid more attention to. The character and history of the architechture of the buildings is so unique and beautiful. The cobblestone and windy roads and stone fences that don't have any cement in them that are hundreds of years old stretch for miles. We attended church there in Buckie and there was so much to appreciate. Songs passed down through generations sung by rote, in their original form. Folklore that would be found only in the most rural areas of the United States are just the way of doing things in the Highlands of Buckie even with all of the modern ways that they live and things that they have. The people even in the shops stop and ask about you and where you are from and seem to truly want to know. Life is not too fast for a cuppa (cup of hot tea) and a biscuit (cadbury choc. cookie) multiple times a day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Perspective on Christianity in Buckie is also different to me from the angle that I see it now. So many people are kind and warm. Not many talk at all about God. Very different from the atmosphere of churches and Christians in Houston or Nashville or places that seem to be in the Bible belts of the United States. It definitely made me think about how easy it is for the ones of us that have Christan friends, churches, and resources at our fingertips. Mr. Bill Pirie told me that Buckie's church is the farthest north church on the Western Hemisphere. That is pretty cool. They are down to 10 members, people who have just had died and some that have moved away and others that have just gotten busy with other things in their lives. But to those 10 people I have so much respect, for meeting and continuing even if to the ones around them it seems that they are weird or strange for doing so. They seem so intrigued about what kind of things we have going on in our own churches and in other larger ones in Scotland, but I am terribly intrigued and silenced with respect for these people and their dedication to their faith. Hunter and Bill run the services every week. Hunter is away to sea every six weeks for six weeks and Bill runs the services with an occasional guest speaker from Aberdeen or another congregation an hour or more south of Buckie. Bill is 79 years old. He still has his Harley, and still makes a mean pot of Cullen Skink Soup. They do not have a hired preacher, but they own a church building. They have been looking for a preacher ever since I can remember and the members have said that they would pay someone out of their own salaries to lead their little church. The few members there get along great and truly encourage each other. Just a situation of persistence worthy of respect. I think something not many of us have ever had to worry about. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We had a great time visiting with Hunter and Elaine's daughters, Louise and Samantha. Louise has been married for many years to Stuart Cowie who dives in the north sea to fix oil drills near the bottom of the ocean. They have twin daughters Courtney and Teegan. Samantha is working at a bank and living in Inverness. Just bought her first flat! So neat to see these girls become grown up ladies! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We arrived on Saturday afternoon and I drove from the airport to meet Hunter and Elaine in Huntly and follow them to Buckie. That was definitely an experience because I had never really driven in the UK and have an issue with distinguishing my right from my left when I am tired or confused. Our car rental was a manual, and Earle was not sure about driving it...but we survived and made it. Saturday evening Hunter made pizza for us and we just sat around and visited until Earle and I were falling over from jet lag. Sunday we got up, went to church, came home and Elaine made beef wellington, nips, tatties, yorkshire puddings with gravy, and a Pavlova for dessert. OH MY WORD! So good! The afternoon we had many cuppa's and visited with Samantha and Louise and Courtney and Teegan. That evening there was church again in the town and I got to see Tracey Johnstone and later at Elaine's house Alan and Grace Johnstone. On Monday we left late morning to head to Edinburgh. We stopped at Glamis Castle and took a tour. Ben absolutely loved it and soaked it all in. We then to Hunter's sister, Ruth's house, about 30 minutes outside of Edinburgh. She made us an elaborate tea and then as a special surprise to us, her husband drove us all in a Limo into Edinburgh and dropped us off until the next evening. When we got there Hunter directed him to the Hilton Caldonian which is just in the town center and you can see the castle from it. Hunter and Elaine surprised us again because they had booked us to stay the night there as our 10 year anniversary gift! It was so special and really cool! We spent the next day doing the Edinburgh Castle and seeing the crowned jewels and also going to as many of the shops as possible:). We were home Tuesday evening and Wednesday we spent the day just hanging out in Buckie. We went to Cullen for ice cream, even though it was cold, I told Earle it was a must and we walked around some shops in Buckie. Thursday we went to Inverness. We drove out to Loch Ness to visit the famous home of the Loch Ness Monster, "Nessie". Then back to the shops at Inverness. After that we met Samantha and had dinner in her new flat. Friday morning Earle, Hunter and Stuart went to tour a distillery, and I got our things together then spent some time with Louise at her house and had lunch with her. It had started to snow and the news was saying that the road to Aberdeen had been closed. So we decided that we would leave later that evening and try and spend the night in Aberdeen to make sure that we would make our 8:15am flight out to London. That evening we had dinner and Bill and Eleanor's house. Bill made his Cullen Skink and it was awesome! When we left the snow was coming down by the bucketfuls! We arrived back to Houston a day late, you can read the details in my next post. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> We so loved our time in Scotland! I wish we had had another 2 weeks to travel to Stirling and Peterhead and see everything there and visit with all of the other people I have such great memories of. Oh well! We will just have to go back much sooner! 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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">CB</div>Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-61661015498846025602010-11-01T13:01:00.000-07:002010-11-01T18:03:48.204-07:00Sweet Little Ma....<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Red was her favorite color. Shoes and purses made her happy, so did little sweet treats. She was set in her ways, but read her bible every day until she could no longer see well enough to read it. Her head was full of scripture. She would scratch our backs for a long long time when we were little. She loved having her nails done and her hair done every week. She was quirky and particular. She liked her tea hot and if it started cooling down she wanted it warmed for exactly 17 seconds in the microwave, no more, no less. She referred to food that was not very tasty as "just medium". She was not extremely outgoing in social groups, but she ministered to the people that were close to her in her family. She is one of those people who was pivotal in my faith, because she was my father's mother and she did not have just a Sunday morning faith. Christ was part of her daily life, and so were the scriptures.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyXGxpUiQelerfKx-_v4XVltrFpBPBrvdjNtbNyM9McyrX8_Zq8UUnQcoemK3_TJ3mh_1Rej-6Ns-6jaNzLgMP3H3Lh5dDeactW6Ni4O8YaD-Yohhmu9qjvdk3OYHVy1jsXKvkGrfk-Vv/s1600/bu's+funeral+071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWyXGxpUiQelerfKx-_v4XVltrFpBPBrvdjNtbNyM9McyrX8_Zq8UUnQcoemK3_TJ3mh_1Rej-6Ns-6jaNzLgMP3H3Lh5dDeactW6Ni4O8YaD-Yohhmu9qjvdk3OYHVy1jsXKvkGrfk-Vv/s1600/bu's+funeral+071.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's wrinkled now, her once smooth skin</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Remembers when we nestled close, </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And cuddled tenderly</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>At two, or three or seven.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's cleaning now,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>recalling days we crawled upon her floors</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And slammed her doors,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>As she toiled within the kitchen.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's cooking now, with bony hands,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>For herself, and a white haired man,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Recalling countless meals she made,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>When gathered round her table laid with food, we prayed,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And talked of daily family things.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's rocking now, recalling when</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She rocked us slowly, closely,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Holding tight and patting out our fears, our tears, our sorrows,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And gave us strength for our tomorrows.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's lonely now, her furrowed brow</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Considers times when blonde babes</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And bright eyed kindergarteners were her daily partners.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's praying now, in quietness,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Naming our names before His throne,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>As countless days and years she's done,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>That God might bless us, every one.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's reading now, with glasses on her nose.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>God's book which in our hearts still grows,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Because she put it there, so many years ago.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>She's lying down to sleep at last,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Unconscious how her fleeting past,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Has formed and shaped the lives we live,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And colored things yet future.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And I, her long gone middle son, </strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Wearied with the setting sun,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>And resting neath the peaceful moon,</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Remind myself to call her soon.</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~DRO~</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The service was a beautiful one. Much thanks to Andy Clausen and Mike Moore for doing the service for our family. It was a heartfelt tribute to a godly woman, who was fondly remembered. She was ready to meet her Maker. Though we miss her, we are glad she is where she truly has always wanted to be. I went by myself to Kentucky for the funeral, just because I thought it would be easier to be helpful without chasing the boys around. Earle held the fort down at home with the boys. I did get to spend some time enjoying my family and some friends while I was in Paducah. If nothing else, a death always teaches us that life goes on, and that we need to make time in our lives for focusing on the important things. I think it is neat how God brings family and close friends to your side in times of sorrow. He wants us to see our joys, and remember our blessings. </div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had a great time trick 'o treating with some friends in our little neighborhood! I dressed up for Ben...and of course he seemed uninterested in the least. LOL! And asked me why I did not have on the red gloves that Princess Amadala wears in the Wii and Xbox games. I think he was just stifling his excitement! Collin was going to be C3P0, but he decided last minute he was not feeling it. Of course the masks did not stay on. Hope you all had a fun time too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">CB</div>Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5201758258893757589.post-29594972123198562802010-10-05T00:18:00.000-07:002010-10-08T13:39:36.816-07:00He Gave Me a Song--Part 2, Blowing the Dust off of an old Cassette TapeWow. I had no idea the processing that would be stimulated by my willingness to delve into this subject. If you get bored, please don't feel obligated to read these, but I feel inclined to continue sharing.<br />
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So, that box of cassette tapes was where I left off. Well, I pulled out my PTHS Choir 1994 Spring Concert tape. It was dusty and buried under a bunch of meaningless accompaniment tapes. I scoured the house for a tape player, after I finally found one that would play, I then had to search for batteries, it was nearly midnight and everyone else was asleep. I had to resort to stealing two double AA's out of a Wii controller. I think it has been a few moves and many years since I have listened to that tape. You see it is hard for me to listen to this tape because every time I do I have a lump that wells up in my throat and I have to choke back the tears that start to form as my heart gets a familiar surge as if steel is piercing it and it is ripped open once again. And there I sit vulnerable, as the Spirit interprets my groans and offers up my heart to the Healer of all things. As I sat there and listened to the songs, the memories surged through my head, the tears came and my heart ached but did not regret.<br />
So the story goes as follows....<br />
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...It was my freshman year in high school. Yes, the same year as the "Daydream Believer" incident mentioned in my previous post. I signed up for choir, of course because I was told that it was fun and I was guaranteed to get an easy A for my credits. I walked into the classroom with the other freshman girls in our "choralaires" group. We were all gushing and bubbling over with excitement over our outfits and awe of the day because it was our first day in high school. We were hushed when standing before us was not the person we had expected. The former director had resigned or retired and the new guy was definitely not the typical, "bubble gum" looking choir director. He was tall and lanky with long arms and dark circles around his eyes. With his eyebrow raised all he had to do was stand there and stare at us with a cold, stern look to make us cower just a little in our seats. And with a rather smooth but searingly direct tone, he asked us who had signed up for choir because we had heard it was an easy credit. None of us raised our hands. He then said something along the lines of, "Good, because I was going to show you the door and tell you to leave." <br />
Talk about a buzz kill! Little did we know he was faking it a little, to establish his boundaries. Well, not faking about the easy credit part, but he want to make a very strong no nonsense first impression. And that he did. I am pretty sure the first impression was something like, 'yes, he seems weird, but definitely not stupid.' <br />
I think we listened to him out of fear at first, then it slowly <span style="background-color: #990000;">grew</span> into respect for his musicianship.<br />
By the end of our freshman year quite a few of those girls had grown over their fear of him and enjoyed choir and appreciated his sarcastic sense of humor, but many did decide to pursue other subjects the next year. His sweet wife, who was the choir assistant and accompanist helped add so much warmth to the room that year. That first year, our school's choral program went from being one of the worst in the state, to getting sweepstakes at District and I believe scoring pretty high at Regionals. I cannot remember with absolute certainty, but I think we made it to the State level that year. I was mostly just part of the girls' choir, but at times the girls' choir members performed with the varsity mixed choir. Our director gave us theory tests, sight reading tests and ear training tests constantly. This is normal in the state of Texas, but at the time was not the norm in Kentucky. We had no clue, and many of the kids at our school were not wealthy, so most students had not had private lessons in voice. That first year, Mr. X gave us something to get excited about, and he gave us something that made us feel like we were gaining some respect among musicians and other school choirs in the area. For a group of kids who had nothing to do but hang out at an empty parking lot across from a gas station called, "the corner" on weekends, this gave those kids, including myself a reason to be busy doing something else constructive. <br />
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As the next couple of years came and went, this whole choir thing was getting more and more attention. The choir members were practicing for hours a day, if you count the hour of class and most days there was some type of rehearsal after school for an hour or two. But each hour of practice was a very focused hour in full, no small talk or goofing around. We continued to do well at competitions even though our director did not really care about those things. I understand now that he probably felt more restrained by having to attend them because it was what we were supposed to do for our school's recognition and status. He would have been much more content just practicing for concerts for the full purpose of building our skills and understanding of music. The ironic thing here is the political part about how God is not allowed in schools. Where music is the focused subject, this is hard because the earliest documented vocal music written was written for use in churches and masses. So much of written music's foundation is based around praise and worship to God. Truly there is no way around it not being a part of your performances unless you really try to exclude anything sacred, and as well you would be excluding anything truly substantial in the roots and history of written vocal music. So it is a total contradiction to say that schools with a vocal music program leave God out of schools. Because generally speaking, the majority of the most profound vocal literature written in music's history were written as passionate praises to that particular composer's Maker. University's would never leave this stuff out because of the significance of the levels of difficulty in some of the pieces and the advancement of the skills and techniques of the individual singers and choirs. <br />
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Pause for a quick side note here. In the past decade I came to realize while I was a choral director in the public school system in the Houston area that some people do not know what the difference is in "sacred music" and "secular music", even though to some of us it seems like a no brainer. Sacred music is music that refers to or speaks of God or a religion. Secular music does not in any way refer to God or in most cases religion. <br />
I realized this when I was discussing with the principal of my school one year what he would like me to do for the "Winter Holiday Concert." He said to me, "The board of director's is really frowning upon doing sacred songs. So nothing like that." <br />
I responded,"Sure, that is fine, but what type songs did you have in mind?" <br />
He said, "I was thinking more 'traditional' songs."<br />
I said something like, "Ok, maybe some multi-cultural songs celebrating harvest and snow?" <br />
He said,"No, more "traditional" than that. The board likes traditional holiday type songs." <br />
I responded, "Oh, you mean like Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman?"<br />
He responded, "Yes, and Silent Night and We Three Kings type stuff." I played completely stupid and said, "Oh, sure I can totally do that. I think we'll have much to pick from that." <br />
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Anyway, getting back on track here, we also did sing quite a few secular pieces that were pop music, and art songs. But my point is, in this particular situation, as I am sure in many serious public school choirs, as your ability to sing harder music grows so often does the number of sacred songs you include. Take a large group of mild to moderately depressed teenagers with on average moderate self-esteem issues, and put them in a room where for hours a day they are practicing over and over music that much of it was written to praise the Lord, well God starts to shine through a little, even if it is totally unintentional on the director's part or the students. All of a sudden the teenage funk lifts from their eyes a little and they see some hope. Even if the songs are in a different language. You have to know what the words you are singing mean in order to sing the piece musically. So, there you have it. It was a catch twenty-two. And if I remember correctly, randomly, the kids in our choir started spending more time being constructive and kind and had less time to do stupid self-destructive things. Don't get me wrong, there was some of that, but over all by the fourth year, in our little choir room not only were class statuses and races status lines blurring over but students were treating each other with respect and dignity and strangely enough building each other up and encouraging each other. Imagine that. Not to mention the fact that when ever we would have a concert in the evenings it would be packed with people. Not only parents would be there but other teenagers and children. Teenagers that were not involved in the choirs but were friends of people in our choir and also teenagers from other schools choral programs. Younger siblings of the choir members were so impacted with wanting to be a part of this that it left a lasting impression on them. I say this because my brother was a freshman in 1994 when I was a senior, and he was really enthusiastic about being a part of this and he is not a typical choir dork personality. I am so glad we had the experience together. I think my sister watched from afar hoping to be apart of it as well. She did go on to explore many of her musical talents and was in high school choir and an elite girls' group. Maybe I am just blowing this all out of proportion, trying to make some type of good sense out of the whole situation, but I feel like there was something divine happening with this choral program. It seemed to be touched just a little with God's fingertip. I know this sounds like a cheesy lifetime movie at this point, but I'm not kidding. And I am only seeing it now, as I am looking back at the situation from a distance. So there we all were, standing in the midst of it.<br />
I had no idea that I was about to learn a huge life lesson. Things were great, it was the spring before I graduated from high school. School was all about choir and also plans for the future. Randomly, we, the choir members, started hearing people say ugly things about our group. People were saying things incinuating that there was talk that we were turning into a cult. We had a little candle lighting thing once a year when we went around the room and said uplifting things to each other and thanked each other for things that happened over that year and it was a farewell to any of the seniors that were leaving. People thought that was weird for some reason and I guess that is where they got the whole cult thing from. Also they must have thought that Mr. X had too much control over our time and lives. What I don't think they understood was that the choir students really wanted to be investing time in this because it was something that truly made them feel good about themselves. I know that when good things are being done and God is being glorified, Satan comes in like a roaring lion. Talk started getting really ugly. We started hearing horrible things that we or our director were being accused of. Mr. X was a very gifted musician. He was socially a little different from some people, but if you look back in history any truly gifted musicians or mathematicians are generally a little different. To be honest, I think most of them seem to lead life a bit misunderstood by others. Mr. X was a man of faith and a firm foundation in God. Much of the criticism seemed to be focused on him. Satan was working on creating dissension between people, jealousy, confusion, pride, power, anything really. It was total mayhem. I remember just before the last spring concert, we found out that Mr. X was losing his job due to the fact that he did not have tenure. That was the ultimate reason for letting him go? How convenient, truly. I felt like even though I was leaving and going to college, this thing that I had been such a big part of was being pulled out from under me knocking me flat on the ground and ripping me open. I know, it sounds dramatic but I think all of us who had been a part of the choir with Mr. X were absolutely devastated. That last concert was the hardest thing I think I ever had to sing. We felt like we needed to do the best singing we had ever done so that we would have that concert to remember. To remember what it was like to see God shine into our lives from an unexpected place. When the school year ended, there was an overall state of blurred confusion and nauseating ache that hung over the ones of us whose lives had been so much a part of this. All of it was totally out of any of our hands. Rumors were still hanging over us like a cloud and people did not know who or what to believe about how all of this came about. Mr. X was absolutely devastated and so was his sweet wife and his kids, I am just sure of it. His family handled the negative attention in such a way that was truly above reproach and in a Christlike manner. The different relationships that were torn apart were awful. It makes me wonder what Satan was so afraid of and what those friendships would have gone on to do if Satan had not gotten the best of the situation. People can be so cruel to each other. Just as we saw God's light we saw Satan's ugly darkness. I don't think Mr. X ever got past this event in his life. He just never seemed happy, or truly contented with his work after that. Mr. X passed away in late 2008. His sweet wife is still a blessing to so many and still teaches music.<br />
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I know you may be thinking, " Oh whatever! Your father was a preacher and you came from a Christian home. " Well, if you had known me in high school, you would have known that I was searching, just like everyone else. I believed in God and knew I loved him but I was still trying to figure out how to make my faith my own and I made many mistakes and stupid, impulsive choices. <br />
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<u><strong>The big life lesson learned here</strong></u>:<br />
Satan will take the one thing that you believe truly reflects God's beauty in your life and drag it though a field of manure, he will eat it and spit it back all over you so that you are covered in a horrible stench that is so horrible that you feel like you can't stand the smell of it and you are going to vomit so you have to let it go; OR you can choose to hold onto it and let it air out and sooner or later, you will be able to breathe again. <br />
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It seems like God always has a way of resurrecting and reflecting the experience if something was good and pure to begin with. We know that sin is an earthly trait, but strangely enough, singing is a heavenly trait. The angels in heaven do it and I think God gave us this ability for his own enjoyment and joy of being praised. It is comforting to know that we will be singing for eternity. I just hope when I enter those pearly gates that some of the songs playing over God's ipod are "Down in the Valley" performed under the direction of Mr. X by the PTHS Men's Choir and Amazing Grace and Lamb of God performed by the Concert Choir. <br />
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Our theme song that we sang at the end of every concert was entitled "An Old English Prayer." The words are as follows:<br />
<strong>God be in my head, and in my understanding.</strong><br />
<strong>God be in my eyes and in my looking.</strong><br />
<strong>God be in my mouth and in my speaking;</strong><br />
<strong>God be in my heart, and in my thinking.</strong><br />
<strong>God be at my end, and at my departing.</strong><br />
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I am pretty sure that the PTHS choir still sings this at the end of some of their concerts. I think it could be one of the traditions that was kept from our time there. And I see, spun off of this experience so many lives that transformed and God's light that continued to shine in the work, careers and lives of those choir members of mine. So many of them chose careers that helped others and built others up and edified God. Little did we know it at the time, but God's light showed through those dark times and blazed a bright future for so many of our lives. How amazing it is that we now have facebook and blogs and can actually see how this has come to fruition in the lives of the people from high school that we have been able to reconnect with. I have heard many people sharing the same type of stories over the past couple of years, about Satan destroying something that had such a divine effect on people associated with it. Stories where Satan played on everyone's weaknesses involved to soothe his appetite for destruction. Satan almost convinces us to believe the lies he is feeding into our heads, but if we just turn our eyes, shifting them ever so slightly, we can see God's promise and the reason that we are not the ugly vessels that Satan is trying to convice us that we are. We are human, and we all fail, thank goodness for the hope we have and the freedom we have in Christ. And I have to be honest, I love it in these situations when Chirst has the final word. It brings me joy, and for that I am forever grateful.<br />
<em><strong>"You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in Heaven."</strong></em><br />
~Matthew 5:14-16<br />
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I do not think I have ever explained or shared all of these feelings about this before. For a time, I just could not go there. Self preservation, I guess. Or maybe it was easier to pretend that it did not bother me as much as it did.<br />
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Stay tuned to "He Gave Me a Song Part 3"<br />
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Enough of the sad now on to the joy. So I took the liberty of transferring some songs from that last concert. Read below. <br />
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<a href="http://www.box.net/shared/g2mmne273h"><span style="background-color: cyan; color: black;">PTHS Choir 1994 downloaded songs</span></a><br />
<u><span style="background-color: lime; color: black;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/e7bmcu040u"><span style="color: black;">PTHS</span> <span style="color: black;">Choir 1993 downloaded songs</span></a></span></u> --If you click onto this site you will find the 6 decent songs that would even play on my tape. I would love the rest of the concert. I took the tape to have it made into a cd but it was so damaged that they guy could not get it to play. So I was able to manually rewind it and get the first few songs. We always talked about a greatest hits cd...and if you have any old tapes or songs you would like to have compiled onto a cd, here is our chance. We can save and download these into our computers and burn a cd or put them onto our ipods. I would LOVE to get some more of the best songs on here. The folder is in box.net and you can add anything you can download into it. I bought a cheap digital recorder at wal-mart that had a USB port in it and I sat the recorder on top of the speaker in my mini-van to record these. I know, super ghetto, but at least I've got something. I just realized that in that ice breaker question where you have to pick those five things that you would take if you had to leave in a fire and you choose your kids, your dogs, your grandmother's bible, your computer with all the pictures and yes I just decided this tape would make the list.<br />
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<span style="background-color: #ffe599; color: black;"><a href="http://www.box.net/shared/blxvclvn1e"><span style="color: black;">To the Family of Mr. X--(click</span>)</a></span>Carrie Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09002401363477765953noreply@blogger.com3