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April 15th, 2009

Whirlwind Easter Weekend with Family and Friends

I was off of work for Good Friday last Thursday and Friday, so I ventured home to hang out with my family in Clinton. Chris couldn’t come because he had to work; I missed him but still had fun. On Thursday afternoon, Mom and I putzed around town and ran errands. We stocked up on Easter candy for the weekend at Walmart before heading home to make dinner. I had requested gumbo, and somehow I got conned into making it for myself. I spent a better part of the afternoon brewing it up for the rest of the family.

We didn’t do much Thursday evening. Mom and I watched the new episode of CSI, and I worked on a crochet project. Friday morning, Mom and I slept in long enough for Dad to drive all the way to KC for work, get rained out, and drive back home. He decided to get a hair cut, and the rest of us met him in town for lunch at Pizza Glen. I’m sure this pizza isn’t the best in the world, but I have a special place for it in my heart. I love their pizza!

After lunch, Dad and Jacob worked on my Blazer in my Grandpa Norman’s shop. The plan was to have Dad replace my rotors because a mechanic in Springfield told me that the rotors had so much wear that they could no longer be grinded smooth. Dad and my brother Jacob got the tires off and discovered that my rotors were fine. We measured the difference in width between the new and the old rotors: 15/1000th of an inch! So much for the self-touting “Christian” mechanic I went to. This is the fourth industry where I’ve experienced Christians as the worst people to work with: design, construction, car repair, and food service. Not happy.
Dad and Blazer in Grandpa's Shop

We made good of the day, and Dad changed the oil in the Blazer instead. O’Reilly’s took the rotors back, no questions asked. While Dad and Jacob were wrapping up, I shot the other end of Grandpa’s shop. I know it looks gross and dirty and about to fall down at any moment (which isn’t far from the truth), but I have some found memories of “helping” Grandpa and Dad with their projects and “working” in the office.

Grandpa's Shop

After we finished with my car, Mom, Dad, and I went to Calhoun to visit the babies on my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Martin’s farm. This first picture is of my dad holding one of the baby goats. They were so inquisitive and curious; they reminded me a bit of Mowgli.

Dad and Baby Goat

Again, here’s Dad. This time he’s with Brassy and her new colt. Brassy is sort of bossy, so we had to be careful with her in the pen. Daffy, Kathy’s other mare who foaled with week was also in the pen; I have some video of her and her colt that I hope to put on YouTube this week.

Dad, Brassy, and Baby

And here is another fun shot of the baby goats. They were not camera shy whatsoever.

Baby Goats

Mom got a hold of Brassy, too.

Mom and Brassy

And this is my favorite picture! It has the funniest story! Aunt Kathy took me and Mom into the barn where the kittens were, and while she was looking for the other litter, Mom and I checked out this basket of cats. It was dark, so I couldn’t tell exactly what I was looking at, but I said, “Uh, I don’t think, I mean, this isn’t a cat.” What I saw were two sets of ears that were not in any way kitten ears. They were bunny ears! Goldie, the momma cat, had evidently found them and adopted them. We figured she was saving them for dinner, but she was letting them nurse, and they were in perfectly good health!

Kittens and Itty Bitty Baby Bunnies

After the farm, we went home for dinner and hung out with my brother and his girlfriend Brandi. We watched Casino Royale and Quantum of Solace while playing Sorry! and Clue. Mom says it’s happened before, but this was the first time I remember Dad playing board games with us. We had to teach him how to play Sorry!, but he caught on quickly and had to say “sorry” to Mom quite a bit.

Saturday morning, I met my best friend Jenny and her boyfriend Matt at Ben Franklin’s Coffee House in town. I worked there when I was in high school and have a few fond memories of that place. We drank our coffee and ate our pastries and chatted for about an hour before heading our separate ways.

For lunch, we piled into the Suburban and headed to Martin City for some famed Fiorella’s Jack Stack barbeque. I live for this stuff. Seriously, when I die, doctors will find Jack Stack’s BBQ sauce flowing through my veins. I’m sure there are plenty of other fantastic restaurants in Kansas City, but I will never know because eating at Jack Stack is mandatory when I go to KC. We split a rack-and-a-half of onion rings, and I ordered a Hatfield sandwich with ham and turkey. Yum!

After lunch, we headed back home, taking a detour in Harrisonville to stop at the Family Center (for martin houses) and then to Chilhowee to see the school where Jacob will be working as an ag teacher next fall. And after all that, we were still too full to get dessert at Dairy Queen, so we went home. Once packed, I hit the road again and headed back to Nixa. And that was my whirlwind weekend at home!

And lest I leave Easter Sunday out, that was quite the day, too! I had 12 kids in my KidLife class, but we all survived. For lunch, my in-laws brought sandwiches, and then we played Canasta for a few hours. And there was lots of coffee drinks and desserts, too. I crashed on the couch around 5 PM and slept for 2.5 hours! I was so tired!

August 7th, 2008

Happy Anniversary!

I have no idea why it didn’t occur to me yesterday to wish my parents a happy anniversary on my blog. Instead I sent them an ecard, which I know is lame, but I suck at sending real cards in the mail. OK, pretty much I suck at anything that involves snail mail (or phone calls).

Anyway, yesterday, August 6, my parents celebrated their 31st wedding anniversary, which I must say is quite the accomplishment! Congratulations!

P.S. And shout outs to Blake and Debbie and Ben and Gina who also celebrated their anniversaries yesterday!

May 14th, 2008

Guest Post: Another Experience Under Our Belts

My mom and Aunt Kathy joined the Sheriff’s Posse in Henry County and are getting their horses ready to ride in a parade this summer. Last week, they made an inaugural ride in town, and here’s Mom’s account of their adventure:

Just had to share—my sister, Kathy O’Dell and I put another new horse experience under our belt earlier this evening. To many of you this may seem unimportant or easy, but it was a milestone for us.

We made our maiden ride in town and all (including the horses) breathed easier when we got back to the trailers. We started our adventure at the local soccer field parking lot. It is located on the SW edge of town with Corp. of Engineers (government) property just across the street. The parking lot and the soccer fields were empty, so with the lightly wooded field it made the area seem non-threatening for the horses. They were glad to see that they were not there alone.

Once saddle up and mounted the horses left the parking lot at a brisk walk. Didn’t seem much different than the Saturday ride except for the asphalt underfoot (the reason we were riding in town and practice for some parades later in the summer). One and half blocks later we approach our first storm water drains—the ones with the gaping mouth and 30 inches culverts. After a bit of snorting and cocking of the eye we passed by, grateful to the Lord that nothing had made any noise as we passed by. Shortly thereafter, my horse Duke, spied the housing addition on one side of the street ahead. He promptly decided he needed to turn around and go back toward the trailer. He listened well and responded by turning back to the direction we were going and proceed down the street.

Now I’m not going to give you a step-by-step description, but will tell you of some of the eye catchers and hoof stoppers we encountered. First there was the weed eater, the visible black and brown barking Dashhound and nearby BIG dog behind the fence. About then we discovered that there might be snakes on the road—that black crack sealer got a real look over and a snort. Of course, there were the various cars and trucks coming home from work to find horses on their street. The drivers were courteous and we appreciated that greatly.

Down the block, a house that had children’s bike—pedal and motor—skate boards and a big motorcycle—no one was home yet so we were able to pass by without incident. Only a few yards away we had the opportunity to turn down the street with houses on both sides or turn and go down a short gravel road to a wetland preservation area. When planning this ride, I thought this would be a good place to let the horses ride in a type of environment they were familiar with (a stress reliever if needed), but didn’t consider that Duke (again) would think the signs, gates and large rocks were out to get him. About the time we decided we’d go down the street, Duke says, the gravel road looks like a great place to go. That was a good plan and the horses relaxed a bit until on the way back out Duke decided to jump away from who knows what and away we went. All was well as we got them stopped and went back to re-examine the area, finding that Domino left 6 deep hoof marks in the gravel as she bolted.

Back at the gates to the wetlands we were presented with 3 elementary age kids and a foot scooter, a riding and a push mower—both running at maximum throttle as well as 3-4 automobiles coming and going. We eventually headed down the street with houses on both sides of the road—here we had many mailboxes, large plastic trash cans (also known as horse feed containers), go-cart, 4-5 kids on a trampoline, boats, people moving around in there backyards amongst the trees, free standing garages, real estate signs, and a wooden bridge. Domino, Kathy’s horse, had to have a brief “back-up session” in the direction she was supposed to be moving forward in, but finally decided that forward would be better.

Soon we entered the city park and not far from the entrance along came a car with the LOUD muffler and a very nice rider of a motorcycle—he backed off the throttle and nearly coasted by us—Praise the Lord on that one!!! Now please realize that all this and more was within 6-7 city blocks (except going to the wetlands area).

We briefly explored the park and turn back toward the trailers. The trip back was much faster, though Duke discovered he had missed a large manhole cover that really needed his examination. He walked past it, but nearly had his head and one eye turned fully parallel to the pavement (no snort though). He was quite funny to watch. He also called out a few times to see if any other equine inhabited the area, especially about the time we were asking them to cross the railroad tracks (twice). Domino ended up backing across them the first time, her expression was priceless once she was across them. Her ears were flopped out, head down, like that was embarrassing, since Duke had walked forward over them and was several feet down the street. Our ride took us 75 minutes—seems like a long time if you or I were walking or driving it?

Kathy and I both have buckskin APHA (paint) horses . Hers a mare and mine a gelding. They nearly match in their markings and we love them dearly. We plan to ride side by side in at least one parade this year. They both think they are the “best horse” on the planet, because we tell them so—therefore they do what the can to torment each other. Duke likes to tip his nose over and out at the other horse, like “I’m better than you”. Domino’s usual response to his approach is pinned ears or “see my butt—it has 2 heels that go with it”, because “I KNOW I’m the best horse around!” We keep talking about having them trained as a team, just so they have to behave themselves when next to each other.

Hope you enjoyed this ride with us!

Vicky

May 11th, 2008

Top Ten Reasons I Love My Mom

It’s Mother’s Day, and because I am horrible at buying cards (there are too many choices and they never say just the right thing), I have made a list of reasons why I love my Mom:

  1. Mom sends me free Arbonne products. As an independent consultant, Mom has all sorts of Arbonne products she recommends for me, but as a college student and newlywed, I wasn’t always able to afford them, so she always hooked me up with great cosmetic and body products.
  2. Mom clothed me. We didn’t always have a ton of money, so as a family, we usually made an annual pilgrimage to the outlet malls at Lebanon, MO, to buy clothes. At the time, I didn’t fully appreciate the clothes that I got because the store we shopped at didn’t always have the most fashionable threads, but I am thankful now that she didn’t let me or my brother run around naked.
  3. Mom supported my athletic pursuits. I was never destined for physical greatness. I tried a lot of activities when I was a kid—dance, acrobats, tennis, volleyball, softball, swimming, etc—and while I was never very good at any of them (though I was decent at tennis), Mom supported me 100% by paying for costumes and uniforms, shuttling me to rehearsals and practices, and helping me be my best. Let’s be honest, I sucked at a lot of stuff when I was kid, but Mom always let me pursue my dreams.
  4. Mom comes to the rescue when I’m in pain or when I’m sick. Yeah, I’m a pansy, and Mom knows this, so whenever I’m in pain or sick, she comes to my rescue. I distinctly remember a trip to the doctor’s office when I was in eighth grade to have some plantar warts frozen off my feet; I was in so much pain, I passed out, but Mom took care of me. She also took care of me when I had mono my senior year of high school, and she brought me a care package this winter when I came down with a chest cold.
  5. Mom feeds me. Barring a batch of bad pork chops when I was young (Dad still gives her a hard time about that), Mom is a darn good cook, and her specialty is comfort foods: chili, gumbo, ham/beans/cornbread, deer steak. Mmm! And when she doesn’t have time to cook, she still feeds me well at local Mexican restaurants and Pizza Glen, my favorite pizza place.
  6. Mom talked me through grad school decisions. My junior year of college I was itching to get out of Springfield, so I scheduled a trip to Colorado so Mom and I could check out some school options. On our way home, Mom and I had a super conversation about life and the direction mine was headed. She was simply a voice of reason when I was confused about the decisions ahead of me.
  7. Mom always made my birthdays special. I have a summer birthday, so I never got to celebrate my birthday at school. Even so, I had some rock awesome birthdays! As a kiddo, I remember having a party at McDonald’s and having cool parties at our old house in Clinton. In high school, my birthday fell during tennis pre-season, and Mom would bring the team donuts in the morning or cookies in the evening to celebrate my birthday. My 19th birthday fell on my first day of college, so my family wasn’t around to celebrate with me. Even so, Mom made arrangements for my birthday after moving me into my dorm room the weekend before: an SMS bear with balloons waited for me at the campus bookstore and a cookie cake arrived at the front desk of Scholar’s House after my morning classes.
  8. Mom helped me pick my major, and she was 100% right. My senior year of high school I settled on athletic training and dietetics as my majors in college, but I was doubting my decision by the time I got to freshman orientation. Somehow, Mom had a discussion with someone from the professional writing program and told the professor about my knack for writing, and Mom suggested I consider professional writing. I am still amazed that I had the wisdom as an 18 year old to listen to my mom and jump in to a major without question!
  9. Mom taught me how to be independent. While my dad worked away from home, Mom was left to her own devices when it came to fixing cars, maintaining the house, disciplining Jacob (I was the perfect child), and generally running the house. I watched her, and she taught me how to take care of myself and how to run a house.
  10. Mom taught me to love Jesus. Even with all her independence, Mom always entrusted our family to Jesus. She taught me to thank Jesus for beautiful birds, and she taught me to cast my fears to him. She was an excellent example in her service to the church and taught me to serve Jesus and the church, too. I owe much of my love for Jesus to her.

I have more reasons written down, but these are the top ten reasons why I love my Mom! She’s awesome, and I love her very much!

April 22nd, 2008

The Great Cat-astrophe: Ravi Receives an Email

Ravi received this email from my mother last week:

Ravi,

I’ve been thinking about you and all the Sarah and Chris have been putting you through. How are you REALLY doing? I know what they are saying, but they might be hiding how upset you really are. If you need someone to talk to, just let me know – I’m a good listener.

I can see some benefits for you with a new feline on the scene. No, I’m not just trying to fool you into liking him! How could you think such a think. If you’ll just listen I’ll tell you what I was thinking. You know how you have had sole responsibility to bother Sarah and Christ when they are trying to sleep – well now you don’t have to do that all by yourself. Neither are you alone in putting things out on the floor for them to step on – I know how you like to see them hop around on one foot when they step one a piece of cat food. Then there is the hair thing – just how much hair can one cat be expected to loose and decorate the house with when they keep cleaning it up. It is a wonder you have any hair left after 2 years of interior decorating. And thing of all the times you’ll be able to nap because they are occupied with you know who. Long, long naps I know that is what you like (and tuna treats).

Well I’ve got to go, you know feed Sarah’s previous cat, Sullivan. Oh, she didn’t tell you he was still here – you’ll have to ask her about that and check for his cat hair when she comes home April 25. I know they say they are going to a concert, but I think Sarah needs to come see Sullivan. Don’t worry about Sullivan too much, he is pretty po’d that she left and is gone so long between visits. He gives her the cold shoulder at times and he really doesn’t like being inside ALL the time.

Hope to see you this summer. Hang in there and I’m sure you can find some other things for Mowgli to do. You are my favorite black cat.

Vicky

I don’t know which is crazier: the fact that I have an email account for Ravi or the fact that my mother sent an email to it.

March 27th, 2008

Mother Joins Sheriff’s Posse, Makes Daughter Roll Eyes

I took a little spring break earlier in March to go home and visit my family. Ah, family. Yes, mine is as crazy as the next, but I think this takes the cake: My mother has joined the sheriff’s posse.

My experience with the sheriff’s posse is slim; namely, I remember seeing them at events like rodeos and demolition derbies sitting astride their horses and ensuring that drunken chaos never ensued. Apparently, as I’ve been corrected, the sheriff’s posse does more than what I’ve described. If activated by the sheriff, they have the “authority” of the Henry County Sheriff’s Department and can take action—whatever that means. More than likely, if they’re activated, they’ll be called upon to do sweeps and searches and such.

So Mom (and my aunt and uncle) filled out their applications and were approved by the sheriff, which is no surprise to me because my mom has been on the HCSD’s A list since I was a kid:

  • We moved out of town when I was in first grade, and during the week, my dad worked away from home, so it was just Mom, Jacob, and me in our house and just a handful of neighbors on our dead-end road. At the time, the 100-year-old cemetery on the corp ground just two miles behind our house was the party scene for local carousers, and the unusual amount of traffic generated by weekend parties prompted Mom to call the sheriff’s department time after time until local partiers got tired of fleeing from law enforcement every weekend. At some point, they found a new party spot, and Mom could sleep peacefully.
  • In 2003, Mom’s daughter dated the deputy sheriff for about six months, and Mom got to know him pretty well. Now they’re on a first-name basis.
  • In 2007, Mom was chosen by the sheriff to serve on a grand jury for a high-profile (for Henry Co. anyway) manslaughter case.
  • And just this winter, Mom got a late-night visit from a pair of deputies who were looking for a stray teenage girl (who had been with friends at the cemetery when they abandoned her and who made her way to Mom’s house in the middle of the night).

At first, I thought this whole sheriff’s posse escapade was just another excuse for Mom to take her horse Duke out (after all, they get ride in local parades)—and part of me still thinks that’s an alternative motive—but it’s fun to see Mom do something a little out of the ordinary. Of course, this doesn’t surprise me—she’s always marched to the beat of a different drummer, and that’s probably why I do, too. I have an excellent example to follow!

 

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