tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43633189274374491782012-02-10T09:02:25.185-08:00Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.comBlogger2461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-15700386798109406962010-07-06T13:20:00.000-07:002010-07-06T13:22:03.379-07:00

I'm no longer blogging here for the time being (way to state the obvious, right?). I don't know when I will again, but for now I am blogging over here. Come join me!! :)

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-2267968315245765352010-01-19T08:58:00.000-08:002010-01-19T09:12:20.582-08:00

Today is my Grandma's birthday. She is celebrating her 86th birthday with Jesus. I'm sorry that I'm missing the party, but I know she's having a good time (she always did).

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Unfortunately, the updates I have for you this morning do not contain any about Sephora. At this time, we have heard nothing else from Compassion International. Since the people at Compassion International are busy feeding, clothing, healing and providing shelter for the people of Haiti while I sit on my couch, drinking coffee, eating a donut and playing on my laptop computer....I'll let it slide

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-65520868911548856952010-01-14T18:30:00.001-08:002010-01-14T18:51:57.509-08:00

I have a little girl. Her name is Sephora Cintulus and she is 6 years old. She lives in Haiti. For nearly 2 years, Mark and I have had the priviledge of supporting her with money and prayers and she has, in turn, blessed us with lovely letters and pictures. As of right now, Compassion International's most recent update to us is that she is among those who are unaccounted for after the

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-50858443543302356872010-01-13T11:32:00.000-08:002010-01-13T11:40:54.488-08:00

I did it! I am finally a "mom-blogger-on-the-go"! I am not somewhere nearly as delicious as Panera or Starbucks, and I do not have a Peppermint Mocha sitting next to me, but I do have a Diet Coke! My kids are running around "Out of this World", burning off some (hopefully a LOT) of the "We-Miss-Our-Daddy" energy they have bottled up. I am actually waiting for our Women's Minister to get here

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-44760898016521834352010-01-10T21:45:00.000-08:002010-01-10T22:17:16.805-08:00

We are currently getting ready to enter another week like last one, except this one will be worse, because Mark has to work on Saturday, as well. So 6 days of leaving at 5 in the morning and coming home at 10 at night. Six days of my boys not seeing their Daddy and vice versa. Six days. Then he'll have Sunday off and go right back to work for 6 more days of the same. I HATE January!!!!!!!! (

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I should be at church right now. Not only should I be there because it is Sunday morning, but also because I have a commitment at church on the second Sunday of the month. Unfortunately, I woke up with a migraine, so my husband is filling in for me at our church's "Community Cafe", serving strudels. He took the kids so I could lay down in a quiet bedroom until my migraine medication kicked in.

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Yesterday was the first day back to the full-on, post-holiday schedule. Mark is back at work, Elijah is back at school and I am back at the gym. On Sunday night, I was certain that this had the potential to be the worst week ever (I'm exaggerating, of course). In a desperate attempt to start the week off on the right foot, I began tidying up around the house before bed, and found myself scrubbing

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I love a deep theological conversation. I adore tearing into scripture and taking it as deep as my human brain can go. God's Word is so multi-faceted and has so many layers. The more you know, the more you realize how much more there is. I find it fascinating to look up the original Hebrew or Greek origins of words and to learn the historic context of writings by Moses or Paul. The Bible is so

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-41187745015088658502010-01-03T13:43:00.000-08:002010-01-03T13:46:35.483-08:00

Everytime I would look at my blog, I would remember how neglectful I had been of it. I've decided that my blog deserves a new look to go along with my new resolve. This is not it. It's going to take me some time to play around with it and decide what I want to do, so for now, I've just gone back to a standard Blogger template.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-6229349855771177342009-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:002009-12-31T18:33:13.070-08:00

This has not been my favorite year. For the first time in my adult life, I had to face some very adult realities. The year started off with a bang when my sister-in-law, Bonnie, suddenly lost her father. A mere week or two had passed when Jesus called my Grandma home, and precisely three days later my Father-in-Law found himself in heaven, finally free of the Parkinson's that he had battled

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-59979388905898570642009-12-29T21:41:00.000-08:002009-12-29T22:30:41.505-08:00

What a day!! I woke up this morning to find that the wireless internet access I had come to adore was not working. So even though you had every reason to believe that I had again neglected my blog, I had not. My internet had neglected me. My IT guy (Mark) was not home to fix it for me, so my new laptop sat on the end table in the living room, mocking me all day. I should have been able to

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-86413247713745125762009-12-28T10:27:00.000-08:002009-12-28T10:47:23.904-08:00

The last 10 days of my life have been blissful (by my standards, anyway). Mark's work decided that in an effort to cut some costs for 2009, they would require everyone to take some time off around the holidays. If you were an employee with PTO remaining, you would be allowed to use it, but if your PTO was gone, you would still need to take the time off, unpaid. Fortunately, Mark fell into the

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-48748162847597848072009-12-27T13:19:00.000-08:002009-12-27T13:47:29.572-08:00

Back when I started this blog, I would always read other people's blogs and hear about how they were typing from Starbucks or Panera, or (even better) their beds! They had the luxury of a laptop and the joy of wireless internet access. I would go into places that offered free Wi-Fi and dream of being a mom-blogger-on-the-go. I would imagine that I would have dropped my kids off at school and,

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-81435687038867427682009-04-26T19:00:00.000-07:002009-04-26T19:36:20.832-07:00

When Mark and I first made the decision that I would stay home with Elijah, things were tight. In fact, I'm not even sure that tight is the correct word. To give you an example of how tight things were, one payday Mark and I decided to take the kids to IHOP. I hadn't balanced the checkbook and payed bills yet, but it was IHOP. How much could that cost?? Our meal came to just over $15, with

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-540406294381705862009-04-24T09:54:00.001-07:002009-04-24T10:04:45.296-07:00

I have no idea what caused me to be away from my blog for so long. It was not a planned hiatus, nor was I lacking in things to blog about. Since I last posted, my husband had his backpack stolen, which happened to include his wallet. This created a month's worth of blog posts right there as I dealt with banks, credit card companies and insurance agents. I also started my own home business and

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-82331340965073645242009-02-18T22:25:00.000-08:002009-02-18T22:42:36.043-08:00

I know that I risk being considered a Beth Moore "groupie" with all of the talk I do about her studies on this blog, but I don't mind. The truth is that her studies have changed the way I think about Bible study, which has, in turn, changed the way I feel about the Word of God, God Himself and my relationship with Him. For me to not be a fan of hers after all God has used her to do in my life

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-68711269171642991732009-02-17T22:11:00.000-08:002009-02-17T22:49:03.391-08:00

I am a huge American Idol fan. I thoroughly enjoy getting caught up in all of the drama of the competition. I love watching the show, debriefing the show, reading other people's thoughts on the show and then downloading the performances off of iTunes. I always pick a favorite and am fiercely loyal all the way until they inevitably get voted off, at which point I have to go through a mourning

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-70940102877063512862009-02-13T22:58:00.000-08:002009-02-13T23:00:39.491-08:00

I just discovered this website. I am a super big nerd when it comes to clipping coupons and saving money at the grocery store. This site is specifically for Oregon and SW Washington, so if you live near me, check this site out!

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-22786765498316960232009-02-11T22:57:00.000-08:002009-02-11T23:16:58.280-08:00

Elijah has his first Valentine's Day party at school tomorrow. You know, the ones with the heart shaped "mailboxes" and cheesy valentines for everyone in the class. The truth is, I've been kind of excited about all of these "rights of passage" for him and had every intention of making homemade valentines until we had the month we just had. In fact, I kind of keep forgetting that Valentine's

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-49404494022190615872009-02-11T13:18:00.000-08:002009-02-11T13:27:59.462-08:00

Oh, how I wanted today to be something wonderful. A day of putting my home back together. Removing the clutter that had started to overtake my desk and cleaning under the appliances in the kitchen instead of just around them. I was looking forward to spending time on the floor, playing with my kids instead of just pulling out a toy, pointing to it and hoping that they would give me a little

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-84387402795488596832009-02-10T13:33:00.001-08:002009-02-10T13:58:14.538-08:00

I was reminded today that I needed to update on how the service went. It went fine. That's really the best word I can use to describe it. It turns out the things I was worried about were not the things I should have been worried about. The graveside service was my favorite. It was much more intimate, only close family and friends. It was much simpler, but much more meaningful for that very

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-24155465291798428162009-02-08T19:04:00.001-08:002009-02-08T19:26:40.638-08:00

Tomorrow is going to be one of the toughest days of my life. Mostly because I just plain old don't know how to do what it is that I need to do tomorrow. At 10:00 tomorrow morning I will be attending the funeral of my husband's father and my children's grandfather. This is an old fashioned funeral, the kind that requires you wear dark colors. I am not used to this kind of mourning. I am used

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-44795413874548942402009-02-06T09:42:00.001-08:002009-02-06T10:17:16.845-08:00

I am feeling so warm and fuzzy today I'm wondering if that decongestant I took this morning was really something a little stronger. I'm finding myself overwhelmed with thankfulness. For some reason the little things (and the big things) are making me weep (literally....hormones) with joy. It's all kind of random and not really connected in any way, so I'm going to thrill you all with another

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-11024552025554731422009-02-05T10:38:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:04:36.134-08:00

I have been trying so hard to be victorious through this whole season we're going through. God has been faithful. He has prompted friends to send emails and make phone calls at times that I really needed encouragement. He has been faithful to prompt me to pray instead of freak out when things have seemed more than I could bear. He has been good. I want to make sure and preface this post

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-19375381506577514002009-02-03T23:38:00.000-08:002009-02-03T23:42:59.463-08:00

So I keep coming on here, posting about how overwhelming things are and how I know God is going to sustain me through it. I think He is making sure I really mean it because He just keeps adding stuff to the list of things we're struggling with right now. My head cold has turned into what is likely an ear infection and Elijah is up with his first ear infection tonight as well. We've had some

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-18483126538713063792009-02-02T12:39:00.001-08:002009-02-02T12:55:01.555-08:00

A couple of days ago I wrote a post about how January was an unreasonable month. I had no idea what I was talking about. Right now I am facing an unreasonable task. I have NO idea how to do what I am going to have to do for the next few days or weeks. I am currently sick with a head cold. I feel miserable. My plans for today while Mark was at work were to read books and watch movies with my

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-6746421296396187422009-02-02T09:08:00.000-08:002009-02-02T09:16:27.555-08:00

So I thought February would be better. And it still may be, overall. It's not starting out so great, though. On the heels of my SIL's father passing away (very suddenly, at a very young age), my beloved Grandma left us. I was just starting to get used to that idea when I received the phone call this morning that Mark's Dad passed away. My Father-in-Law. Mark was already at work when he got

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-66886228887194352792009-02-01T11:11:00.000-08:002009-02-01T11:28:22.356-08:00

I found this video while looking for pictures to send to my uncle for the memorial service. It made me cry (obviously), but it also made me laugh. I love her so much.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-53843162883336317422009-01-31T16:32:00.001-08:002009-01-31T17:22:41.342-08:00

I've never looked forward to turning a calendar page more than I am now. I'm more than happy to say good-bye to January and hello to February. Of course I will not officially do that until tomorrow because my Grandma instilled in me that it is bad luck to turn the calendar early. I don't believe in bad luck, but I believe in Grandma and honoring her by following her silly Irish superstitions.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-2163793582875031632009-01-30T13:49:00.000-08:002009-01-30T14:01:34.121-08:00

I was tagged on my facebook to participate in a "25 Random Things" note. I finally got around to it today and I haven't been able to stop thinking in a random pattern ever since. So you are going to be subjected to it.1. Though I usually am fiercely loyal to the Peppermint Mocha Twist at Starbucks, a mention from my friend Pam on facebook has me desperate to try their Salted Caramel Hot

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-74762973477685995172009-01-29T12:13:00.001-08:002009-01-29T12:18:56.186-08:00

She's gone. I'm truly glad because for me to want her to stay here any longer would have been selfish. She hasn't been herself for awhile now. But she was my favorite. Not just my favorite Grandma. My favorite everything. There was no one else like her. I will miss her so much. I'm much sadder than I expected to be. Yesterday I felt OK. This morning I felt even better than that. Twenty

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-40920685551535700432009-01-28T12:49:00.001-08:002009-01-28T12:49:45.960-08:00

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-13789552231153028782009-01-28T10:20:00.000-08:002009-01-28T10:37:11.499-08:00

I have the best Grandma. I know everyone feels that way, but I really do. I'm not the only one who thinks so. When I was growing up, all of my girlfriends loved my Grandma, too. Probably because she was the kind of Grandma who would check out the cute boys with us at Baskin Robbins and comment on their "cute butts" (Gina, I know you're laughing at the memory right now). She was never the

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-89524553061400840892009-01-27T17:21:00.000-08:002009-01-27T17:24:16.997-08:00

Mark came home from work tonight and the first words he said to me were "My job is fine". He's been married to me long enough to know that I need the bottom line first. If he had given me the actual news first, that 146 people at his company were laid off today, I would have had a minor heart attack in the few seconds it took him to tell me that he was not one of them. For now. This economic

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-41383562309180086192009-01-25T19:34:00.000-08:002009-01-25T20:15:26.972-08:00

Oh, perspective. You are a wonderful and yet embarrassing reality. My life is so good. So good. I have spent numerous posts on this blog prattling on and on about the friends and family I have been blessed with. I have bored you all with the goings on of my bible studies and family gatherings. I have babbled about fun things I've gotten to do and the people who have done them with me.Yet give

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-44524032844436865392009-01-22T19:16:00.000-08:002009-01-22T19:34:30.324-08:00

I've hit a snag in my resolve to live in victory during Mark's ugly January hours. Don't get me wrong. All in all, things are going very well and the month is crawling to a close. Unfortunately, we have reached the point where things are their ugliest (Mark is required to work all day on Saturday on top of all of his 16 hour days) and I'm running out of steam. Not a good combo. On top of this

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-8366903157590669972009-01-21T11:54:00.000-08:002009-01-21T12:49:22.767-08:00

I am feeling so conflicted today as I type this. This is not a political blog. I had no intention of even mentioning President Obama here. Not because I don't care or have an opinion. I do. I just don't ususally talk about these kinds of things on this blog. I have been convicted over the last 24 hours of something that has turned this topic into a spiritual rather than political one for

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-46326321987307711282009-01-17T19:16:00.000-08:002009-01-17T19:28:59.198-08:00

Two of my favorite in-laws are Mark's Uncle Rick and Aunt Lois. I don't want to air too much dirty laundry here on this blog, but let's just say they are an acquired taste. The very reason I love them so much is the very reason some find them less than palatable. They speak their minds. They say it like it is. I find it refreshing. You never have to wonder what they are thinking or how they

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-226872559319331172009-01-16T09:23:00.000-08:002009-01-16T09:35:07.484-08:00

I don't know if I have ever been so grateful for a Friday in all of my life. I have always been a big fan of Fridays. The weekend is still completely ahead of us, untouched, yet so close that it can be tasted. Often, fun times are ahead or, at the very least, some R & R. This Friday has been a long time coming. It started feeling like Thursday to me on Monday. I had one of those weeks that

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-75846437253861318382009-01-14T09:45:00.000-08:002009-01-14T10:21:06.163-08:00

January is right up there on my list of least favorite months. The only reason I give it any positive points at all is because at least 3 of my favorite people on earth were born in January. Otherwise, I would have a hard time thinking of a redeeming quality. Mark is a corporate accountant. His busy time of year is now, in January, as opposed to tax time, as a lot of people assume it would be

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-12485665367378008282009-01-12T09:31:00.000-08:002009-01-12T10:04:23.560-08:00

I'm not really a fan of New Year's Resolutions. When someone puts "Get in Shape" on their resolution list for the 7th year in a row, do they really believe this is going to be the year it actually happens? Deep down inside, I doubt it. Which is probably why most New Year's Resolutions have gone kaput by now....12 days in. So this year I made only one resolution. That doesn't mean I'm not

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-87280814030702740042009-01-07T16:44:00.001-08:002009-01-07T16:44:38.361-08:00

New signature to go with my new look.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-27405324926096489232009-01-07T14:06:00.000-08:002009-01-07T14:07:50.899-08:00

I am fiddling with my template again. I ran into a little bit of a technical error, but my kids need me so I'm leaving the blog half-done for now. I'll finish it later. Just in case you were wondering why it looks so strange.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-51944896941950969662009-01-07T09:54:00.000-08:002009-01-07T10:16:43.990-08:00

I've decided the time has come for me to finally tear myself away from facebook long enough to post something on my blog. Not that anyone will notice, because I'm certain you've all stopped checking to see if I've written anything new. Because I haven't lately. I've been too busy posting on people's "walls" and responding to "friend requests". Facebook is like crack. I swear I haven't been

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-52199139710346568352008-12-29T09:43:00.001-08:002008-12-29T09:54:22.650-08:00

I have to admit, the whole "Facebook" phenomenon has been lost on me. I have not understood it. Every time I would hear about someone on facebook, it always seemed like they were either a 12-year-old, a college freshman posting naked pictures of herself or some sort of sex offender looking for naked pictures. I fell into none of those categories. So I ignored facebook. In September when my

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-63524682139335103712008-12-24T09:43:00.000-08:002008-12-24T09:45:53.661-08:00

I was going to put together a Christmas post but have found myself out of time. Fortunately, Melanie (AKA Big Mama) did the work for me. This post says it all. Have a Merry Christmas, bloggy friends and family! I hope you all believe, too!

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Despite the fact that I live in a fairly northern area of the country, we do not receive a whole lot of snow here. Probably because we are only something like 400 feet above sea level here in the Willamette Valley. We usually get one or two very exciting, highly anticipated snow days a year. It is during those days that the weather men around here blow their entire annual budget on new

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Today is Boomama's annual Christmas Tour of Homes. This is the first year I am going to participate. I've always wanted to, but there was the little problem of my not having a blog that made it difficult. Now I not only have a blog, I have taken pictures to post. I have to admit, though, that Christmas decorations just don't look as good in pictures as they do in real life. It's the lights.

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Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-48941076831134373172008-12-03T09:27:00.001-08:002008-12-03T09:51:08.646-08:00

Two years ago my Aunt got me a fantastic advent calendar. It's a big, huge house, decorated for Christmas, complete with snow, carolers and a tree. Each window and door are numbered 1-24 and they open to reveal a spot big enough for a couple of treats. I attempted to use the calendar that Christmas with my then 21-month-old and 3-month-old. As you can imagine, that went over like a lead

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-88007390535364154362008-12-01T11:15:00.001-08:002008-12-01T12:11:36.378-08:00

I am alive and well and have had a wonderful holiday weekend. Thursday was spent with Mark's family, and we had an extra large crowd this year. We celebrated Thanksgiving with my family on Friday, a tradition we started last year that I hope will continue. I actually woke up early enough on Friday to hit one Black Friday location (only one....I'm not crazy). We live across the street from a

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Once again, I have dropped off the face of the bloggy earth without notice. I have simply come to the conclusion that this is sometimes going to happen. There are women out there who blog every day, rain or shine, and I admire that. I have decided not to feel guilty that I haven't been able to keep that up. Life happens, and as much as I love this blog (and I do), it's fairly low on my

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-44497687335794035642008-10-29T09:32:00.000-07:002008-10-29T09:51:01.344-07:00

Last Friday I left bright and early with some of my favorite women and headed to Central Oregon for the weekend. The leadership conference we actually attended was a little anti-climatic, but the weekend itself was very valuable. We learned a lot about each other, and while not every moment was easy, in the end I think we're a better team for it. Our Women's Ministry at church (now renamed

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I have tears brimming my eyes and my stomach is a little sick. I just read the news that Jennifer Hudson's nephew was found, and he was not found alive. I can't imagine losing that many close family members at one time, in such a horrible way. I can't imagine the kind of monster that could take the life of a 7-year-old. I can't imagine being the mother of that 7-year-old today. My heart is

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I love it when the Lord allows me to see, with great clarity, where He's used me recently. Obviously I know He uses me in Women's ministry (sorry, Katie...FAITH), and I knew when He was using me with Jr. High girls. There are obvious, "church sanctioned activities" that make it easy to see where He's called me to use my gifts. While I find great satisfaction and blessings in these things,

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I wasted a lot of years of my life living with crippling insecurity. It would be a lie for me to say that I have been cured of it, but I can honestly say that God is good and I overcome it more than I succumb to it now. Looking back, I can see so many times that I crumbled emotionally over something so silly, so harmless that someone may have said. Because I was so sure that I was unworthy of

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I'm sure that most of you (if not all) are familiar with Discovery Channel's Planet Earth. It's not a new series, and the buzz about it has been everywhere. I haven't seen all of them, and in fact have only caught a few (despite the fact that we bought the DVD's for my Dad last year for his birthday....Dad, I need to borrow those). Just by coincidence I was scrolling through my on-screen TV guide

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-38716239920533908012008-10-13T09:28:00.000-07:002008-10-13T09:53:10.805-07:00

Much like Picasso had his "blue period", I seem to be going through my "list period". Lately it appears that all I can do on this blog is put together a list of what I've been up to and little else. I don't want to jinx anything, but there is a very good chance that will change this week. My calendar is much less full than it has been in weeks months. Before continuing on with posts of any

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So it turns out I'm even sicker than I thought. The kind of sick that requires a trip to the doctor and antibiotics. Possibly. Several years of working for the spouse of a naturopath always has me looking for holistic methods before turning to the drugs. But make no mistake....if I need the drugs, I will take the drugs. Especially when we're talking about the "nightime sniffly, sneezy,

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The one part of preschool that I do not love is the amount of germs my kids (and therefore Mark and I) are now exposed to. Yes, they tell us to keep our kids home if they are "green" (use your imaginations) and/or have a cough. Let's be honest, though....by the time those symptoms are in full swing, it's too late. The damage has been done and the cold has been passed around like it was brought

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-13207270970486398672008-10-05T12:48:00.001-07:002008-10-05T13:41:26.068-07:00

Two weeks before the wedding, I was getting my haircut. Jackie, the gal who cuts my hair, and I were chatting away about all of the things that had been going on in preparation for the wedding. She jokingly asked "What are you going to do when the wedding is over? You're going to be so bored!" I laughed and agreed with her that life was going to come to a screeching halt once Kevin and Kayla were

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I have not fallen off the face of the earth again. This time my blogging slump has been entirely out of my hands and imposed on me by my computer. It stopped working Tuesday morning. Turns out it's just the power source, which is an easy and inexpensive fix, but Mark's been working crazy hours to make up for the time off last week, so he hasn't been able to get it done. If everything goes

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-35205522548617206782008-09-22T11:29:00.001-07:002008-09-22T11:58:24.664-07:00

So much has happened while I have been away from the blog, that I think the best way for me to catch you up is with a list. I can't possibly write a lengthy, descriptive post about each and every event, nor would you want me to. There was too much. So without further ado....1. Elijah started AWANA Cubbies and Preschool in the course of about 12 hours. He basically slept in between. Cubbies

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I was so certain I was going to cry at the wedding. There was no doubt in my mind. People cry at weddings, though, so I wasn't worried about it until I realized I had left my waterproof mascara at home. It would not have been cute to stand in front of everyone, reading the Holy Word of God with black streaks down my cheeks. But I didn't cry. For one thing, Pastor Glenn, the officiant (and

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-52798115286457653372008-09-18T08:27:00.000-07:002008-09-18T08:30:58.907-07:00

Apparently I share my birthday with the world's oldest man. He turns 113 today. I am not turning 113, but I am turning 33 today. I will be at the spa all day, enjoying my day and getting primped and polished (and my eyebrows waxed, hallelujah!) for the wedding. Because the wedding....it's tomorrow!! How did that happen so fast?! The rehearsal and dinner were last night and they were super

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-75571389352429616482008-09-09T13:13:00.001-07:002008-09-09T13:38:39.769-07:00

My eyebrows are the bane of my existence. I am a brunette, so you can see every stray hair that needs tweezing. To make matters worse, I have particularly tricky eyebrows. All of the out of place hairs like to hide in the follicles and all jump back out at once, like it's a surprise party. "Surprise! You have an event to go to tonight and no time to tweeze, but here we are! All of your unsightly

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-25975793555795904732008-09-08T10:12:00.001-07:002008-09-08T10:19:24.207-07:00

Things ramping up to the wedding have reached a feverish pace. The wedding itself is enough to keep us occupied, but September was already a hectic month for us without a major event like this. Elijah starts AWANA tonight and preschool in the morning. Micah's birthday is Thursday and mine is next Thursday, so this weekend we have two double birthday celebrations going on. Sunday is Mark's and

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-22205141034307215752008-09-01T22:06:00.000-07:002008-09-01T22:28:03.432-07:00

No, I am not referring to the show that is starting it's final season soon. I am also not about to tell you that one of my children ended up in the emergency room this weekend. No, what those two little letters represent to me are a time of year. The months that end in "er". September, October, November, December. My favorite. The weather cools, the colors change, the school books are opened and

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-4970394145451217022008-08-29T09:22:00.001-07:002008-08-29T10:01:44.697-07:00

The craziness has begun again and does not promise to let up until the wedding is over. I would be lying if I said we weren't having a great time, though. Friday night was spent at Kayla's sister and brother-in-law's (Jill and Jared) house, playing Wii. On their gigantic movie-theater screen in their media room. Our Miis were bigger than us. It was so much fun! The family Kevin is marrying

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-41763165592744683452008-08-26T13:17:00.000-07:002008-08-26T13:47:04.841-07:00

Two weeks and two days from today, Micah will turn 2. It's hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that I no longer have any babies in the house, just toddlers. We haven't used bottles in over a year and diapers are being phased out. Shortly after the wedding, we will be celebrating the end of binkies. Baby toys that have been outgrown are being passed on to the nursery at church and '

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-42936955277469641652008-08-24T21:41:00.001-07:002008-08-24T22:29:41.881-07:00

God is both perfectly just and perfectly merciful. This is a fact we all state but if you really think about it, it's an astounding reality. I think as human beings, trying to emulate our Savior, we all tend to err on one side or the other. Some of us focus largely on justice, wanting truth to win out at all costs. Some of us focus largely on mercy, wanting love to win out at all costs. So what's

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-23355175645605449172008-08-21T09:18:00.000-07:002008-08-21T09:21:49.517-07:00

I'm having a blogging slump. Can you tell? It's not that I haven't tried. I have. I have sat in front of Blogger, fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to type some momentous piece of mediocrity that will, no doubt, change all of your lives forever just for reading it. But it's not coming to me. And it's been too many days now of nothing for me to not address the issue. Bear with me.

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It is August. The 'Dog Days of Summer'. Over the last week we have broken records for the number of days in a row over 100 degrees. It's been miserable. The kind of heat that means you break out in a sweat just blinking your eyes. The kind of heat that means any make-up you applied will have melted off your face before you get wherever you were going. The kind of heat that means no matter

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-13345989433453573492008-08-12T09:24:00.001-07:002008-08-12T09:52:42.185-07:00

As some of you know, I have been on a weight loss journey since January. It has, overall, been a success, and I have lost nearly 40 pounds. This was largely motivated by my brother's impending nuptials, but honestly, it was a long time coming (when I say long time, I wish I was implying since the birth of my children, but that would be a lie. I've struggled with my weight to some degree my

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-13623096799094634862008-08-11T09:20:00.000-07:002008-08-11T09:26:09.359-07:00

When Mark's alarm went off at 4:00 this morning like it always does, he did not move. I had to nudge him to get him to hit the button and stop the buzzing. He promptly went back to sleep. Several minutes later, when I realized he hadn't budged, I lovingly kicked him in the calf to get him going. He jumped out of bed and into the kitchen to start the coffee. The reason I know all of this,

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-59006005628818828112008-08-10T09:31:00.000-07:002008-08-10T09:32:15.275-07:00

That the Lord has made! I will rejoice and be glad in it!Enjoy your Sabbath, friends and family!

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My weekend lies ahead of me, long and empty. I can see the tumbleweeds blowing through my calendar. Yes, we have to take the car to DEQ and have the tags renewed. Yes, I have to go to Old Navy to buy pants for my little ring-bearers, and yes, I will have to go to the store at some point to pick up milk. Oh, and we'll probably go to church. I'm kidding. Of course we'll go to church. I have

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-21232866492293167732008-08-07T09:34:00.000-07:002008-08-07T10:08:46.317-07:00

My brother is getting married. You all already know this, I've mentioned it (or some variation of it) many times. Some of you know about the wedding because you are also related to my brother. Some of you know about the wedding because you are my brother. (I guess that only really applies to one of you, though.) We knew for a long time before the proposal that Kayla was "the One". I would

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-69410144855925425022008-08-06T09:28:00.000-07:002008-08-06T09:54:25.101-07:00

The week has been going by very much as I had expected. Lots of relaxation and fun and play. The necessary chores have been done and meals have been made. Not a single dollar has been spent (not even by driving away any gas). It has been wonderful. I am starting to feel truly replenished after the weeks spent burning the candle from both ends. Mark even made it home before the kids' bedtime

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-85554272885592906152008-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:002008-08-05T09:30:02.590-07:00

I could be the world's pickiest eater. I'm pretty sure I've heard of people pickier than me, but I've never met one. At least not one that was over the age of 6. One of the reasons I love my future Sister-in-Law so much is because we are kindred in this way. She is also a picky eater. I can not tell you the joy it is to no longer be the only one at family gatherings who is fussy about food (

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-871105480408254272008-08-04T09:25:00.000-07:002008-08-04T09:42:08.359-07:00

It's Monday. I usually hate Mondays. They mean that the weekend is over and Mark's marathon work hours are beginning again. This week is different, however. Yes, the weekend is over. Yes, Mark will have to work late most days. The difference is that this week begins a slow down in pace that I am overjoyed about. I have no reason to leave my house until Thursday and, with the exception of

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-33612067187168804682008-08-03T10:58:00.000-07:002008-08-03T11:11:55.876-07:00

Mark just walked in the room to ask me if I had anything going on tomorrow. I can not tell you the joy I had in telling him that not only did I not have anything going on tomorrow, the first time this week I will be required to leave my house is Thursday night for Bible study. As much fun as I have had these last few weeks, I am thrilled to be able to see open space in my schedule. I spent

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-26059146053382464832008-08-01T22:29:00.000-07:002008-08-01T22:43:43.320-07:00

Tonight I had the amazing opportunity to attend the first part of Living Proof Live's simulcast at a local church. It will continue on tomorrow morning, and I can't wait (even though it means waking up before any hour I usually find appropriate). Beth did not disappoint, and if you have read this blog for any period of time, you know that I have done several of Beth's studies and have

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-26859166400263475242008-08-01T10:01:00.000-07:002008-08-01T10:36:29.137-07:00

For those of you who read this blog through a blogfeeder, or happened to chance onto my blog at just the right time yesterday afternoon, you might have caught an ugly post that I spewed. I was having a tough day yesterday. There were a multitude of reasons. Mostly I had just lost my perspective and was having trouble getting it back. I don't want this post to become a total re-hash of the one I

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-3900921134952513542008-07-31T10:58:00.001-07:002008-07-31T10:58:00.278-07:00

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-75736151548606910942008-07-31T10:46:00.001-07:002008-07-31T10:46:18.983-07:00

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-68326467706936364552008-07-30T18:33:00.000-07:002008-07-30T18:56:18.815-07:00

The last couple of weeks in our house have been ridiculous, which I've alluded to. Every bit of it (except the jury duty and Mark's late nights at work) has been fun, fun, fun. Last Saturday was the Women's Breakfast at church, so I spent Friday evening decorating the church and running more errands for last minute things. A few of us from Women's leadership even ended the evening at a

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-10322861164276977452008-07-30T13:00:00.000-07:002008-07-30T13:08:29.475-07:00

I'm really struggling with my new design. I can't decide which way to go. I feel like this blog is, in general, fairly serious. Not always, but mostly. I focus a lot on my faith, which I take very seriously. Not that the Lord doesn't make me jump for joy and laugh with glee. He does. Those things are just harder to convey in words. The dilemma I'm facing is that I'm not really all that

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-66788208148610221152008-07-29T23:04:00.000-07:002008-07-29T23:05:42.544-07:00

OK....last try. No black line, no cut off 'y', no freakishly gigantic signature. I think I've got it. Thanks for bearing with me.

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OK....trying that again. Minus the weird black line at the end of my signature.

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-90348489265418319592008-07-29T22:51:00.000-07:002008-07-29T22:53:31.722-07:00

Hey everyone! I'm just testing out some new things. I'm still messing with the look of the blog (in case you hadn't noticed). I promise I will actually add some content soon, but in the meantime, I'm having too much fun with my mad HTML skillz. Check out the new signature:

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-35103106311230025982008-07-29T17:17:00.000-07:002008-07-29T17:18:45.411-07:00

Sorry that I have been MIA this week already. It turns out I got picked for jury duty (hooray) and so the time I am at home is already earmarked for other things this week. I will be back soon!

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-36477351959539873362008-07-27T18:07:00.001-07:002008-07-27T18:08:42.095-07:00

So I finally took a little time to try to design my own header and this is what I came up with! It's still not perfect (I wish you could read the verse better), but I've been working on it enough for one day. I may continue to tweak it here and there, but for now....I'm proud of it! What do you think?

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-34789403367632323122008-07-25T09:35:00.000-07:002008-07-25T10:16:24.631-07:00

During the school year, I have a regular Women's Bible study that I help facilitate on Thursday mornings. It is my favorite couple of hours of the week and it has had an enormous impact on my life. As we wrapped up the year in June, we decided that we wanted to get together as a group a couple of times over the summer. It was decided we would get together once during the day, with the kids, and

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-28547002127144976352008-07-23T09:39:00.000-07:002008-07-23T10:01:40.758-07:00

I had several short errands to run last night. The list of stops was long, but the visits would be short. The kind of evening that sucks the gas right out of your car. Since tonight is Mark's late night at work and tomorrow is my Bible Study, I knew I didn't want my errands to take up too much of the evening. There was only one task that was going to cause me any sort of potential delays. I

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-59247154324475181862008-07-22T09:27:00.000-07:002008-07-22T09:53:29.329-07:00

Since I wrote my post yesterday, I have received not one, but two emails from women in the Bible study I lead asking me for favors. They were both overly kind about thanking me for "all that I do" (not really all that much) and qualifying their requests with an "if it's not too much trouble". Here's the kicker....Not only is it not too much trouble, I love every minute of it. I almost feel

Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965558383191004772noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4363318927437449178.post-41441056637070887122008-07-21T09:33:00.000-07:002008-07-21T09:51:33.504-07:00

We are in a season of life that is extremely busy. This is very unusual for Summer and I don't care for it all that much. Oh, I love all the fun I'm having at all of the fun things I have scheduled to have fun at, but I don't like the fact that I don't have any down time. I am someone who requires down time.I also have very strong opinions about over-scheduling oneself. I believe it is

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