tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21915181523783629182024-03-04T22:15:26.080-07:00The Lords' HumorSynergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-66976891442241323992014-05-01T13:29:00.000-06:002014-05-01T13:29:07.901-06:00Savvy BloggingOnce upon a time I used to be good at this...NAY...I was DANG good at this!! <br />
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Now, I can't even figure out how to change things on my blog without screwing the whole thing up!! AHHH...<br />
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What's happened to me??!!?! I feel like those older parents who's kids know more about technology than they do. No offense. I just SWORE I'd never be one...yet here I am fighting my blog layout, just wanting it to look good so I can post about the real stuff.<br />
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The important stuff.<br />
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Like family.<br />
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And kids..<br />
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and our CRAZY (amazing) life...<br />
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Welp, I'm over it. It may not be pretty, but sheesh, I'm tired of looking at my blog reminiscing about old posts wishing I'd kept up with it, so that I still had a wonderful family journal of sorts. Looks aren't everything. And hey, mabye one of these days I'll figure out how to fix the dang thing....or maybe I'll just have my kids do it ;)<br />
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Until then...stay tuned for some amazing awesomeness that is sure to come...Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-6180468466879790372013-10-13T20:49:00.000-06:002013-10-13T20:57:33.443-06:00Ticking Time Bomb...<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">For three years, Romy's heart was doing great...in fact, we had started weaning her off her heart medication for about a year, and she no problems what so ever...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"I am sooo very thankful for my wife </span><a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1522687007&extragetparams=%7B%22directed_target_id%22%3A0%7D" href="https://www.facebook.com/synergygirl?directed_target_id=0" style="background-color: white; color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">Tamra Lords</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> all the time, but especially tonight. Romy went into SVT(her heart condition) and my wife recognized it. Saved her life....don't know what I would do without my wife or my little Romy..."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">This was the first time since the hospital that she had an episode. It definitely freaked us out. We were at the store when Oakley called us and said that Romy was complaining of a tummy ache when they were showering. When we got home, she seemed better, so we didn't worry about it. We were potty training her at the time, and when we put her on the potty for the last time that night, I noticed her neck. It was just flickering like crazy. I knew instantly what was happening, and remember just sitting there in shock for a couple seconds. I then quickly checked her heart which was going way too fast. I immediately took her in where they stopped and restarted her heart, and then watched her for a couple hours...but eventually sent us home. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">We followed up with her cardiologist who expressed that because she is three, and is still having this, that it will not be something she grows out of. We then put her on medication again, and we were pretty confident that she would be fine, and that her episodes would stop...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">We were blessed that the next time it happened my step brother Peter and his family were here, and Brian and I could both be there for her. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10202074201206216&set=a.4615229428406.188656.1522687007&type=1&theater">Romy in the hospital (click here)</a></span></span><br />
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I became more concerned. Why would she have an episode ON medication?? She's never done this before!! Her cardiologist upped her meds to the maximum for her weight. Surgery was mentioned, but discussed that right now, the risks involved outweighed the episodes. So we went on our way, this time a little more cautious. More protective...more paranoid. I want to check her all night, but know that it's not sane. I never want to leave her, and know that it's not normal. I start feeling like...well...a crazy person!!<br />
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...and then things normalize, and my heightened sense of fear eazes. My bright little crazy girl just makes those fears seem so unnecessary.<br />
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But then, her heart crashes...again...like this last week:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">"Yep... Again... And what broke my heart the most was hearing her say "I scared"... How does a mother not crumble to tears... And how can I not show how scared we are? I'm just so sad that we can't seem to keep her heart from doing this... A</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">nd the what ifs... What if we weren't there? What if she didn't tell us? What if this happens and we don't catch it in time? I know that we are being watched over, but it's hard knowing I'm not in charge... Sometimes... I just wanna be... Even though I know that's not in her best interest..."</span><br />
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The hardest part is not having control. Not being able do anything for her. She is a ticking time bomb...and we never know when...or if...it'll go off. This blessing of ours...this crazy awesome BEAUTIFUL girl...why can't I just keep her safe? Why cant I just fix her?? Why do I have to share her?? I know...these are the selfish thoughts us parents have, and to be honest...I don't have all the answers...but guess what, I know I'm given this trial to find them out. And I'm trying my hardest to trust in God...to know he has a plan, and that someday...it'll all work out...<br />
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....in the meantime, I'm okay with being human, and imperfect, and flawed. I know that I'll always do my best for her...for all of my kids. I know that my other kids suffer. They have a lot of the same fears. This last time her heart faulted we were at our friend's house...yet another blessing. The kids were up playing with friends, and when we saw Romy having a problem, we were able to rush her out immediately. I looked at my friend, and said..."Don't tell the kids". I hate that they worry. Upon returning, my friend, Tessa told us that Oakley came down and asked where we were....and before she could answer, she got a look on her face and asked "ROMY?"<br />
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It breaks my heart. Of course we just want our kids to have a happy life full of love, and no suffering...but then again...I know we don't. I know it will be good for them...<br />
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someday. <br />
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So for now, I am back to the PTSD mom, you know...the crazy obsessive one that is worried my little time bomb might go off...<br />
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But that's my job...<br />
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To worry<br />
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To obsess<br />
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To Love...<br />
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Cause you never know when this girl:<br />
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My kids are so sweet. In my world...a dandelion is a flower ANY day of the week. There is nothing more precious than me sweet kids saying "Mommy...HERE!!!" Mostly my littles...Blazer and Romy, but even Parker will collect them for me :) I hope I never forget their bright excited faces, and I've enjoyed weeks of it ;)<br />
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On to traditions...we have a tradition that began with Carter, and is now trickling onto the younger boys. The last day of school, he can pick ANY hairdo he chooses...He has chosen the same "doo" for the last couple of years, and frankly...I find it AWESOME. He is usually a completely mellow, analytical, "observe everything" kind of a kid....but he had been growing his hair for months to get the PERFECT hawk for the last day of school!! Last year we had to leave it for a few days because of a terrible burn he received on his poor head, and this year, I thought...what the heck...he can let it hang for a while...but Brian cracked come Sunday, and couldn't let him show up that way :) He's always telling me to just let him sport it...but he cracked this time!! LOL<br />
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(OH...notice how Oakley is almost as tall?? P.S. She can steal my shoes now too...talk about scary! And we wont even get into the pre-adolescent tude we're starting to see....ay yay yay!!!)</div>
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Well...the last bit of "bits" that I want to share is Fathers Day. I'm not one for cliche gifts...in fact...I do everything necessary to avoid them, or receive them...I don't know why. I feel like if I give a "typical" gift on a "typical" holiday...then it doesn't mean anything...<br />
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I broke my own rule.<br />
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I gave my husband a grill. <br />
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Our FIRST grill....well, that is unless you count the one that someone once gave us that never worked that we stored in our backyard for several years ;)<br />
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I'd say pretty well...maybe cliche isn't so bad?? <br />
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It definitely worked out for me..."Happy Fathers Day!!!!!...now cook us dinner" ;) Don't worry, I cooked most of it, but saved the fun grilling part for him...and even invited the fathers in town to dinner...it was nice!<br />
I guess the moral of the story is that if you put thought and heart into something...then it doesn't really matter what it is...the intention will be received...<br />
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Happy Sunday!!!<br />
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I haven't been feeling very well for a while now. Weird symptoms, like extreme leg swelling, even more extreme fatigue, shakiness, skin and hair problems, swallowing problems....and the list goes on...<br />
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It's pretty fun...<br />
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Well, my family doctor has been great. He is the one that found Romy's brain bleed in a matter of days, and he instantly took me seriously as well....he tested my kidneys, liver, thyroid, and several other things...<br />
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Nothing came back unusual...<br />
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He said he has had a few patients with my same symptoms that had thyroid cancer, so he sent me off to get an ultrasound, and sure enough, I had 5 tumors. <br />
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But they couldn't tell by an ultrasound whether they are cancerous or not, so they sent me in to do biopsies. <br />
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I have to say, I haven't been freaked out by this at all. I'm not welcoming bad news or anything, but I have just been going along, doing each procedure. I told Brian I'd be fine, and that I would just go alone to the procedure. One of my super closest friends wouldn't allow it. In fact, she may have thought I was a little crazy...<br />
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I don't blame her...<br />
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She INSISTED on coming with me...and this is after staying up until all hours to see the premier of Hunger Games, and then having to drive 30+ minutes on practically ZERO sleep...<br />
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She's basically my hero...<br />
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I still thought I was fine. I'm glad she had enough sense to know I wouldn't be though. Her poor hand probably throbbed with pain by the time they were done. They went in seventeen times, and each time they would reposition the needle in the tumors TRYING to get something to biopsy. <br />
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It was a fail...<br />
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And on top of it...It was one of the most painful things ever. Took me out for the rest of the day!! She luckily drove me home, and even stayed a few hours to help with my kiddos while I literally cried in my bed...<br />
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It was rather pathetic on my part...<br />
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I think it all finally hit me, and I was a little scared. I still have to go into a radiation specialist...supposedly they specialize in tumors, and have better equipment.....sounds to me like MORE PAIN...<br />
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When she left, she had put a box on my counter, and asked me to open it later. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">It was a BOX OF SUNSHINE!!!!!</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">and she put in the box:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW PEANUT M&MS</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW POPCORN FLAVORED JELLY BELLIES (my fav)</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW BANANA SPLIT SUCKER</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW STARBURSTS</div><div style="text-align: center;">SUPER CUTE YELLOW NECKLACE</div><div style="text-align: center;">LEMON HEADS</div><div style="text-align: center;">BUTTERSCOTCH CANDIES WITH SMILIES DRAWN ON THEM :)</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW CANDY NECKLACE</div><div style="text-align: center;">JUICY FRUIT GUM (also yellow...of course!!)</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW REECES EGGS</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW FINGERNAIL POLISH!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">LEMON PIE...YUMMMM</div><div style="text-align: center;">YELLOW PEEPS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">THEN...under all of that, she wrote:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"After the rain comes the sun, but after the sun comes a rainbow"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And there was a whole bunch of my favorite colorful candies...SIXLETS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I BAWLED LIKE A BABY....<br />
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I felt so cared for, and thought of. It was seriously the sweetest thing ever!!! How lucky I am to have all the friends I have...who care for me so much!!<br />
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Sometimes...all you need is just a box of sunshine...!!!Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-27052317518955815332012-03-18T02:05:00.000-06:002012-03-18T02:05:11.312-06:00School Schmool...Am I the only one that DREADS school projects?? The kids come home announcing their next big assignment, and I feel like I'm back in high school or college procrastinating as much as I can... <br />
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SIGH...<br />
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I'm just not a huge fan...lets just put it that way...<br />
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Here is one of the most recent "fun" projects. The teacher even excitedly explained it to me. It's one of her favorites each year. Would it have been totally out of character for me to say,"please, just shoot me in the face" or something...?? DON'T PANIC. I would never do either, and yes, it's a bit extreme, but it may have briefly grazed the thoughts of my brain...just briefly though...<br />
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WELL FOLKS, 12 hours later...YES 12....here is our final product. She wanted this scaled to size as best as possible, and done creatively of course. This thing is pretty big. It was 12" X 24" or something of the sort... I present THE SOLAR SYSTEM<br />
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Good job Carter!!! ;)<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-29237235060487215892012-01-26T10:16:00.000-07:002012-01-26T10:16:04.321-07:00Out of Focus...I don't know if you've noticed, but I've felt "Outta Whack" for a while. Thankfully, I think things are coming around...but I was worried for a while that I wouldn't snap out of it...<br />
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I lost my blogging happy too...<br />
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I wanted to, and still thought about doing it all the time...but just couldn't bring the determination to the surface. It just faded into nothingness...obviously...!!<br />
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Well, I miss it. I miss talking about my day. Recording my feelings...but mostly...I miss REMEMBERING!!! I love looking back on my posts, and laughing, and crying, but mostly feeling!!<br />
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And there it is...I wasn't feeling...I was floating. So to speak...<br />
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Do you ever feel like that...that instead of swimming in life, you are just seeing where the current takes you?? Sometimes, I am sure it is a good thing...for a while it was...but then I realized that I had to swim...<br />
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I know...analogies..<br />
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I have a problem with it...<br />
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but you'll get over it...<br />
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Because this is my blog, and that's how I am!!!<br />
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Well, I am so glad that my life seems to be coming back into focus. Things are clear. I can see each leaf on the tree again, and not just the general object....and that feels good!! <br />
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THE MORAL OF THE STORY: Life will continue whether you know how you want it to go or not...you have to make the choice to sink or swim, cause floating gets you nowhere...<br />
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I choose to swim...<br />
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I need the workout anyways ;)<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-76610552024647446022011-10-19T21:17:00.000-06:002011-10-19T21:17:50.858-06:00Cast away...Sometimes I feel that I should be "cast out" of the blogging world. <br />
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My daughter got her cast off today...!!!<br />
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She had it on for FOUR WEEKS.<br />
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I used to be good at this...<br />
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Frequent.<br />
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Blogging was my outlet, my journal, and my inspiration...<br />
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What has my life come to??!!! AHHHH!!!<br />
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Well, here to make the best of my lameness, I thought I'd let you in on my little "fanCASTical" adventure...yes...I am totally witty...<br />
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Anyways, long story short, Romy had a stroke as a newborn. Her right side nerve system is affected, making is hard for her to use it in a controlled manor...and sometimes at all. Our therapist of a year now suggested a treatment in which you cast her good arm to encourage....well, lets be honest...force her to use her "bad" arm.<br />
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IT HAS BEEN AMAZING!!!<br />
Our journey to the cast was exactly that...or more an experiment. We tried much less invasive attempts first. <br />
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Constraint Attempt #1: A molded half cast velcro-ed and ace wrapped. <br />
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FAIL...it was so bulky, it was like a paddle, and she couldn't function, as a growing baby...<br />
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Constraint Attempt #2: Ace wrap.<br />
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FAIL...no matter how well we tried to wrap it...she would crawl out of it...<br />
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Constraint Attempt #3: Ace wrap with Coban over top.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRvCHCzX8Hoo_6aTag8l9g0SBUWU5LOuiNj3sdHT7vcHB67kmqOSGyrhAaUDHpWyG68RPTY-ykhNLZqJb0t7zJUmczuGM07y-pcjOeFZrKil5gXAYM3NcwKvR1w8-nwJKNe5DpRfK9fY/s1600/100_0207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="327" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRvCHCzX8Hoo_6aTag8l9g0SBUWU5LOuiNj3sdHT7vcHB67kmqOSGyrhAaUDHpWyG68RPTY-ykhNLZqJb0t7zJUmczuGM07y-pcjOeFZrKil5gXAYM3NcwKvR1w8-nwJKNe5DpRfK9fY/s400/100_0207.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>FAIL...this worked great...only...the crawling caused serious blistering on her fingers, and lots of pain for the little sweetness.<br />
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Constraint Attempt #4: Cast of her lower arm.<br />
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FAIL...yep...you heard me...FAIL. We tried doing a cast from just below her elbow through her hand. She somehow wiggled out of it within 24 hours...<br />
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Constraint Attempt #5: Cast of her WHOLE ARM<br />
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SUCCESS...FINALLY!!!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAIubAT9CF3yW3tNQ-mv33Jlfts8xT7dk-bPcYuIPvstmz92Hv7dJh8xtQ7na7-ptVjb80Fb4sOdL5d3bACZjCp-khM9xDEoJcJ4Z4wt3Kaf5W5PVnFVyj1rnGe-cUxDVFDeob5Shln4/s1600/100_0323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" rda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimAIubAT9CF3yW3tNQ-mv33Jlfts8xT7dk-bPcYuIPvstmz92Hv7dJh8xtQ7na7-ptVjb80Fb4sOdL5d3bACZjCp-khM9xDEoJcJ4Z4wt3Kaf5W5PVnFVyj1rnGe-cUxDVFDeob5Shln4/s400/100_0323.jpg" width="342" /></a></div>Before the cast, she couldn't pick up a fruitloop and get it to her mouth. Before the cast, she could pick up certain objects if VERY PERSUADED to do so, and immediately her left hand would take it out. She had a hard time extending her arm to reach for anything, because lets face it...why reach with Righty when the Left likes doing all the work??<br />
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WELLLLL...I am happy to report that the constraint therapy has done wonders. She can now hold things intentionally, put food in her mouth, she can drop objects into a container at the right time, she can even stack a block on top of another block, which takes TONS of control. She still struggles, and has difficulty turning her arm, and reaching all the way, but is not refusing to use the arm like she did before...<br />
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So pleased with the results...<br />
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She was so cute with her cast. She crawled all funny, because her arm was bent at all times. She sounded like she had a peg leg. She also would bang on her crib in the morning to alert the family that she was ready to be up. On a few occasions, she did realize that her cast was a total weapon...she may have injured few...but no permanent damage to report :)<br />
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The first thing she did once her cast was of was try smacking her arm on the wall. She laughed when it didn't make a huge clunking sound. I have to say that I am SUPER happy that I can put normal clothing on my daughter...and season appropriate!!! It's getting cold, and the only thing I could put on was what was big enough to fit over the giant cast!!<br />
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NOW...if only she'd realize that her left arm still works...Here's to more therapy!!!!!Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-11895833295215521482011-09-28T22:52:00.000-06:002011-09-28T22:52:27.452-06:00Hotel Party...!!My sweet Oakley is a patient one...good thing too...look at her procrastinated mother...<br />
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SOOOO...I'd like to take you back to a time...oh say a few months ago...<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My daughter turned 8, so I wanted to do something super fun and special...we decided on a hotel swim party...YES...with a sleepover...SQUEAL!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">She was so excited, and didn't even mind that we waited until after school was out to hold it...her birthday is in May, and man, the end of the school year gets crazy...!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I let her choose a few of her closer friends, and I also chose one of my closer friends to man the chaos with me...there was no way I was going it alone...not to mention she had twins that were gonna be there anyways...! I like to tell myself she woulda helped out anyways...:)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Anyways, I got the conference room all set up for a little "surprise" dinner with cake and presents. They were all so excited to be at a HOTEL...!! </div><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Dinner, cake, and a lighter app later...we were well on our way to the swimming portion of the night...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTalOpU2Q8RbL7qOIrpQuSwL0moArP8V81kjkXohBJ75PQT56I90QmxaUWJw3cYTSBaPnmwEXuw5-vhVSFgkQoAyYRTek_kyBxLAemhOSVlLwo5P5y03Mi-B50-DPaH3FU7fbQxj5FeA/s1600/100_9997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOTalOpU2Q8RbL7qOIrpQuSwL0moArP8V81kjkXohBJ75PQT56I90QmxaUWJw3cYTSBaPnmwEXuw5-vhVSFgkQoAyYRTek_kyBxLAemhOSVlLwo5P5y03Mi-B50-DPaH3FU7fbQxj5FeA/s400/100_9997.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the "Seriously??!! You forgot candles and now you want me to blow on a phone that has a fake lighter and make a legit wish??" face</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhbHDPx5NwgCF1NTID_4bFFcUnp6uYT-HFmGJkH4GARpZnQtoyLeivTepvk69l_ph0iPf9tTSv27tn37EHmB-M1_91UugHNsBsrev70bstScR5X7srdFiYqFsZjqmLVcZKWCPy_dkCAE/s1600/101_0008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhbHDPx5NwgCF1NTID_4bFFcUnp6uYT-HFmGJkH4GARpZnQtoyLeivTepvk69l_ph0iPf9tTSv27tn37EHmB-M1_91UugHNsBsrev70bstScR5X7srdFiYqFsZjqmLVcZKWCPy_dkCAE/s400/101_0008.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Please insert deafening swim party here...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">IT WAS SO LOUD...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The girls seemed to have a blast, and I loved that once we got back up to our room, they all snuggled in together and munched their candy, giggled, watched a little TV, and eventually drifted off...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BZqxVhwF14pkpKe-BFdDdLfW3xMnntwmTtLs5oXBaUzJmIirpdIOlTAdjtqbdmLyPauMv9eB2i83ul6rgL0uPH0lddIeZ1o35KoS_pssKqDhuSEOsbDMlamYQs5dq554tClp7srq6po/s1600/101_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6BZqxVhwF14pkpKe-BFdDdLfW3xMnntwmTtLs5oXBaUzJmIirpdIOlTAdjtqbdmLyPauMv9eB2i83ul6rgL0uPH0lddIeZ1o35KoS_pssKqDhuSEOsbDMlamYQs5dq554tClp7srq6po/s400/101_0009.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Alli and I on the other hand...we stayed up talking for a little while...I totally couldn't sleep cause I didn't bring my pillow, and there was only one...I am a total pillow hog...I need my pillows people...preferably three, but come on...at least two...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It was around 2am, and I hadn't fallen asleep yet, and I hear Alli tossing around...she was awake too...so we chatted until 4am...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Next thing I know Alli is telling me that she is going to go ahead and take the girls down to breakfast. I thought she was totally crazy...for heavens sake...it could only be like 6am...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">NOPE...she proceeds to tell me that it's 8:30am...what a bum...here I am the host of the party, and I am dead to the world, and hadn't even heard the girls get up...OOPS...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We took the girls to breakfast, and again to the pool, had a nail painting party (of course) and finally, we made our way back home. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8PM7OtFLRrvvvHKDpIIzjU6peNc5YvkEbUJQvsU268qzxQCvTae0r9YYdrLY43GlUm8BlJlTDmPCEneDs3_naJ9-9_DMUO_iOk6U3Ykw0ZZp9FQP42KWy4fwdxRiot5uZeFvtWGeiAo/s1600/101_0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix8PM7OtFLRrvvvHKDpIIzjU6peNc5YvkEbUJQvsU268qzxQCvTae0r9YYdrLY43GlUm8BlJlTDmPCEneDs3_naJ9-9_DMUO_iOk6U3Ykw0ZZp9FQP42KWy4fwdxRiot5uZeFvtWGeiAo/s400/101_0015.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have to say that it was a really cute little adventure. I will have to do it again. She had a blast, and come on...who doesn't like to stay at a hotel?? </div>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-42989268241436806792011-09-03T18:03:00.000-06:002011-09-03T18:03:14.180-06:00Ready or Not...I'll tell ya...I was definitely not ready for this last week...<br />
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SCHOOL...ALREADY??!!!<br />
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BUT....BUT...<br />
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SIGH...<br />
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Well, ready or not, it comes anyway. I just really felt like I needed just ONE more month of summer. We really were jipped this year with all the surgeries. I guess there's always next time right, and hey...my kids can breathe...<br />
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Well, most of them can...<br />
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School Started Tuesday. I definitely thought school starting would mean getting in a better routine. Getting organized...you know, all that good stuff...<br />
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I was wrong...at least for now.<br />
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I got the older two off to school. I had an appt that morning to get my hair fixed...cause I messed it up...cause I think I can do these things Nemo, but you just cant....<br />
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Mostly cause I couldn't see the back of my head...and bleach plus no vision equals not the best scenario<br />
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Anyways, I have a head full of foils, a daughter who has to go to therapy, and my Parker boy starts Kindergarten this year...OH, and my sister was over with her little man getting ready for work too... ;)<br />
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Luckily Brian got there in the nic of time to get kids to where they needed to be. I was running all over the house (with my foils) getting Parker ready, Romy ready, and getting them out the door. I was sad that I missed Parker's first day. There are only so many firsts...but Brian was super cute and took some pictures<br />
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I had to go to school early to pick the kids up because Oakley had another dr appt...she still cant breath through her nose...that's generally a problem I guess. :) So after an hour and a half with five kids at the doctors office, we headed out with steroid treatments, and we were off to my dads to wish him a QUICK Happy Birthday. It's about 5:30, and I had a preschool meeting at 7. So I hit my kids through the 1/2 price Happy Meal line at McDs, and head to my dad's in Eagle. I couldn't even give him his birthday present because it was stuck on our old hard drive from our computer crashing...so I showed up empty handed...<br />
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We came. We ate. We left.<br />
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BUT...hey, at least we sang him the Birthday song...sigh...<br />
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On to the next adventure. I drop the kids off at home with the sitter, and took Blazer to the meeting. I am glad that we found a preschool for him...he will need it with the kids being gone so much!! When we were done, we had to find Carter a backpack. I had been to four stores already, and didn't have much luck. Another 3 stores later, and we FINALLY found something that wasn't super spendy, or super dorky...<br />
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I finally got home about 10pm to a house full of kids that hadn't gotten to bed yet...on a school night...<br />
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JOY<br />
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I put them to bed...and finally sat down...at around 11pm...<br />
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So that was our FIRST day of school....who's up for round two??!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's not always on purpose though, sometimes it's a matter of balancing a budget, or surgeries, or family...you know...life in general...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I was running around crazy all day...therapy, house hunting, shopping, teacher meeting, schedule changing, hair cutting, school prepping...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just another lazy day at the Lords' house...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways, I had to go BACK out this evening to find just a few more things that were out at other stores ( big surprise...hello, the day before school) and by the time I'd left the second store after 9:30PM, I realize that I hadn't eaten dinner. I'm walking through the parking lot, and low and behold</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A shiny penny.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was going to reach down and picked it up, but kept walking...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I NEVER DO THAT</span>...I'm weird about superstitious stuff...don't ask me...like I said...I'm weird...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I'm walking along, and think to myself...it's okay, I can still have good luck because instead of giving myself good luck, I am being selfless, and letting someone else find it...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">YES...this is really going on in my brain...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I decided to stop for a bite at Arby's...I haven't been there in FOREVER!! I LOVE their roast beef sandwiches, and it's not too far out of my way...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I drive up, and the first thing the girl at the mic says is "Just to let you know, our slicer is broken, so the only thing we can't serve is our roast beef" </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I then whine out loud, because that is why I went there...that is the only thing I order there...other than their Jamocha shakes, which are DIVINE...but not exactly "dinner food"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">After much murmuring, I settle for the shake.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I'm driving up to the window, I am thinking about that darn penny.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Should've picked it up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dang it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I begrudgingly pull up to the second window as instructed, all the while thinking about how I didn't pick that stupid penny up, and was even planning to tell the cashier about my "mishap" too...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She opened the window, and began speaking...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She says how the crew felt so bad that I came there just for a roast beef sandwich, and they didn't have it, and so as a group they made the decision to give me the shake for free.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Shame on me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I felt bad...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here I was trying NOT to pick the penny up so that I could give someone else good luck, then the FIRST opportunity of adversity hits, I immediately wish I had taken the selfish route, and then I'm rewarded in the end??</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">SIGH...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I offered to pay anyways, they insisted I didn't...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I drove away with my free shake...confused. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Is it good luck to pick a penny up...or to leave it for someone else...???</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The moral of the story:</span> In times of adversity, sometimes, you just have to wait for the blessing, not assume it isn't there...OH...and Arby's Jamocha Shakes are THE BOMB...and they really are "Good Mood Food"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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It's been crazy town...<br />
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to the max<br />
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BUT...the good thing, is that SOMEHOW...through it all...I am surviving...although, I look forward to a time where I am living, or even thriving...but we'll get there...for now...let me just tell you about my past week...<br />
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Shall we??<br />
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SAT: Oakley was baptized. She was beautiful. It was a perfectly crazy day filled with last minute dress shopping, ice cream, cooking, and getting ready. It was hectic, but we still made it on time. I surprisingly wasn't feeling terribly emotional or stressed. I was enjoying it, and was super proud of Oakley. She was beaming. Once they greeted her with a towel, I went back there...I immediately gave her a huge hug, in which case...I could not let go. I held on tight, because I was holding a perfect angel...and I felt it. We both cried, and the words we exchanged are mine to cherish, but it was a moment not expected, but I will remember always...<br />
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SUN: Day of confirmation. ALSO, day dishwasher floods EVERYWHERE in the kitchen...NO GOOD. We sopped it up and texted the landlord...<br />
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Later in the evening it is about 7:15, and most of the family is to the house, and the counselor to confirm her is to be at our door any minute...but wait...we are missing a crucial element...BRIAN!!! After several phone calls, and different routes, I find that he is getting off work late. There had been a miscommunication somewhere...SIGH...in the hustle and bustle, and the craziness, I decide to step outside, and get some fresh air where no one can see me fall apart...I am just a little overwhelmed in life trying to organize schedules for 7 people, and many times, I have to reschedule these schedules...it's very consuming...<br />
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While out there, family members had come out front to express their frustration not knowing I am there as well. It was just too much. I walked away. I didn't want that spirit in my home on the night my daughter was to receive the spirit...so I left. <br />
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MON: I was a big fat mess. I am evaluating and re-evaluating in my head myself, my life, just everything...I definitely try super hard to keep up. Romy generally has 3 appts a week...but most of the time it's more. She goes to three days of therapy, and then sees an ophthalmologist, neurologist, cardiologist, ENT, GI specialist, and her regular pediatrician. This is just her...we have four other children that have their own needs...and a house, that has it's own needs...I was just feeling the stress of this, and the stress of my husband who works SO INCREDIBLY HARD seven days a week. <br />
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TUES: Oakley and Parker have surgery. Oakley was oddly excited for it. It quickly faded into a poor lifeless recovering girl. She was miserable. Parker on the other hand was feeling good...he was weak coming out, but by the time we got home perked up and wanted to play his DS. Oakley laid lifeless on the couch. I had to keep telling Parker to relax, that doing to much would not be a good thing. I was so lucky to have a friend from high school come and help me. She had seen me post about the kids, and wanted to help...I know it was answers to my desperate prayers for help. With Brian gone, I needed another set of hands...and I am so thankful for her...!!<br />
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WED: I wake up sick. I had a cold already, but this was a stomach thing...I felt awful. There should be a rule about parents getting sick that have to take care of sick kids...or ones that have just had surgery for that matter!! Just as I come out of the bathroom from loosing my guts, Oakley is standing weakly crying in my room saying she threw up and Blazer was jumping and playing in it. I just wanted to cry. I wish it ended there. She couldn't keep anything down that whole day....including pain medicine. I could tell we were in a bad downwards spiral....<br />
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MEANWHILE...we have a guy in our house tearing out our kitchen. Remember that dishwasher that flooded?? SIGH...<br />
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By about 3pm I call in to the Dr office to see what I can do for Oakley...they told me to take her to the ER. So I packed up my poor sick girl, and took her in. They immediately gave her fluids via IV, but didn't give her anything for pain or nausea. Her oxygen levels were low, so they did an xray to make sure she didn't have fluid in her lungs. Finally after about an hour and a half after the bag of fluids had gotten in her, they ask her to take a couple sips of water...she IMMEDIATELY threw it up. They realized how bad she was, and gave her nausea meds, and morphine. I was annoyed that they let her lay in pain for as long as they did. <br />
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Once she was stable, we took her home. She seemed better, and even asked for Popsicles. I was relieved.<br />
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</div>THURS: Our dishwasher guy is tearing out the floor, but is only tearing out a 2'X2' section...I was concerned and called Brian who does this type of thing for a living, expressing that I could see moisture on both sides where he was tearing it out, and the section he was tearing out was awful, he was scooping it out like butter...and it was covered in mildew on its way to molding. We tried expressing the dangers to the landlord who had full confidence in this guys' experience. We were mortified. We sent out our own guys after he left to get second opinions, and took some moisture readings...they were up to 50% about two more feet on each side of where he had torn out. On top of that all of the interiors of the cabinets were saturated. This was a disaster cleanup project, and more importantly it's a health hazard. Without drying the floor out, it will be mold in a week. We aren't sure what to do at this point, because our landlord won't listen to our concerns. We took pictures of everything, and are just trying to figure out if moving is the best idea or not...<br />
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Oakley was feeling better, but Parker is now going downhill. He did too much that first day...!! He threw up a couple of times, and we just couldn't seem to keep his pain away. He luckily didn't get to a point where he couldn't keep anything down, but he wasn't doing good at all.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlZ60sBeyAfDtnLaKsOGLbjWZXaUxwzZNmvlUdzOAwbzXDxpznhos4BmNKaxyuG4mc6LyKPQUAH7YZNoiUKd5rR9Q_UFiJfv5yqnssDKI0TO3itIz79egyxUcvCIFE7enmZDljJglsCs/s1600/251594_2325285061228_1522687007_2661928_8128415_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlZ60sBeyAfDtnLaKsOGLbjWZXaUxwzZNmvlUdzOAwbzXDxpznhos4BmNKaxyuG4mc6LyKPQUAH7YZNoiUKd5rR9Q_UFiJfv5yqnssDKI0TO3itIz79egyxUcvCIFE7enmZDljJglsCs/s400/251594_2325285061228_1522687007_2661928_8128415_n.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Thursday nights are my nights. Brian was home early for once (early being 9pm) so I thought I would go to volleyball like I do most Thursday nights. It was such a great release until....BAM...ball in face. One of the girls served the ball, and the one receiving it kicked it for some reason, and I took a direct hit to my eye...<br />
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My eye blacked out and lost vision on half of it, and my pupils went crazy...one was huge, and the other was small. The girls around me had the "this looks serious but we're trying to stay calm" voices, so I knew it didn't look good. It sure didn't FEEL good either!! They got me ice to put on it, and we decided to see if my pupils would even out. After about 15 minutes, they seemed to go back to almost normal...so I decided to go to Denny's like we do every night after volleyball.<br />
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My eye HURT...I was getting concerned because my vision seemed extra blurry. I decided to google it, and everything that I saw said to go in immediately in case there was a torn retina. I called Brian, and let him know what was going on, and he wanted me to go in.<br />
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SO, for a second day in a row...I was BACK to the ER. <br />
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When I was going to bed, I noticed that something seemed weird. The part of my eye that had visually blacked out seemed to be coming back. It was almost like when you look at a flash and then close your eyes...the negative light feeling....only with your eyes open. I called back into the ER, to make sure it wasn't something to be concerned about but they thought it could have been the drops they put into my eyes. <br />
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FRI: It wasn't the drops...after flushing my eyes out the night before and sleeping...I still had this weird vision thing...So I went in to the DR. He found that my retina had been pulled. He explained it as being similar to pulling a ligament. He also found some nerve damage in several places on the right and in the bottom of my eye...which is explaining the vision disruptions. We are hoping that it heals itself and my vision returns to normal in several weeks...I'm not going to address the "if not" scenario here...<br />
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This is about when I write my FB post I referenced in the beginning of this post...it went like this..." Mine eyes have seen the coming of the glory of the ball...well, maybe not...if I would have seen it I'm time I would have ducked and avoided the nerve damage and pulled retina...oh what fun...the Lords go marching on..."<br />
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Sometimes I feel like that is what we are doing...just marching on. <br />
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The moral of the story is: No matter what happens...you just have to get through the day, because tomorrow will be a new one...and even though I wonder many times how I will get through tomorrow....some how....some way...I make it through...<br />
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Actually, that's not exactly what I feel, cause to me blah is just kind of a down -slash- indifferent -slash- slightly bored with the situation -slash- maybe tired feeling...<br />
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I feel OVERWHELMED...ya...that's it...<br />
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Do you ever stop and think...I WISH I WAS BORED??!! Today is that day...I wish I were bored. Just a little. Don't get me wrong...I still have days that I don't get out of my pj's AT ALL...but it's still filled with...what do I have to do tomorrow, what am I not getting done today, what am I forgetting to do...ETC...<br />
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The two younger boys had ENT appts today to see if they needed to have tonsils and adenoids removed. Oakley already had her appt, and has to have hers out, along with something done with her sinuses, I'm not even sure exactly what it is at this point..some surgical procedure. <br />
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Parker has to have his tonsils and adenoids out...and to top it off, I had been noticing that he asks "what" a lot, and even when I whisper in his ear, he tends to not hear me. Well, an hour later after doing a thorough hearing test, we found out that he doesn't hear at a certain frequency. We don't know what has caused this, and his prognosis is to just watch and wait...thankfully...<br />
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Blazer doesn't have to have his out...YET. He has trouble breathing through his nose, and is complaining of his throat hurting a lot, but he is only 3. The longer we can hold off...the better. And frankly, the thought of shoving meds down his throat doesn't sound that appealing post surgery...give the guy a couple years...<br />
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So in the meantime, since I have NOTHING better to do...Romy still has all of her appts, and will start her constraint therapy soon. This is where we will cast her good arm to encourage her to use her "bad" arm. This will consist of six hour a day treatments for two weeks. <br />
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If anyone knows how to do this and the surgeries, and keep my other children entertained, keep up on my businesses, and keep my brain from exploding...the advice would be greatly appreciated. I am out of ideas. OH, and suggesting husband helps is out...he works 7 days a week...the poor guy....<br />
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WELP...that's a wrap. If you don't hear from me in a few weeks...or so...please send help STAT....<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-73166919887757884532011-07-12T21:22:00.001-06:002011-07-13T18:01:17.244-06:00Where in the World is...US???!!It reminds me of that show I used to watch as a kid "Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego" (or something like that) <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We really do exist, and I really have WANTED to post on my blog, and kick myself pretty much daily for it, but what I have come to the conclusion is that I am not going to feel bad for not blogging...I will post when I can...it doesn't matter that my daughter's birthday won't be ON (or close) to her birthday...as long as I get things up, I am fine...or something...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">What have we been up to...?? Well, our summer has been CRA-ZAY!!! Our little Romy has had some surgeries. We finally got into the ENT back in May where we learned that she isn't hearing out of her left ear, and she has some breathing and throat problems...So as of a couple weeks ago today, my little sweets had some surgeries...Tubes put in her ears, Adenoids and Tonsils taken out, she had to have her Cleft Larynx repaired, and then she had a bronchoscopy with biopsies in her lungs, esophagus, stomach, and intestines. </div><br />
Before her surgery, we were feeling bad, like we were just going to ruin our happy girl...it was kind of depressing...This was her the night before...<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> She ended up having a huge infection in her tonsils and lungs that we weren't expecting to find, so we were thankful the surgery happened when it did...it was rough on her...more so than I was expecting...but really, how do you plan for something like that with a baby?? When she comes out of anesthesia, she is a thrasher...I learned this on her two previous MRI's...well, add a misplaced feeding tube, and four surgical procedures, and you have one UNCOMFORTABLE child. She was extremely upset for about two hours, when suddenly bright red blood came streaming from her feeding tube. They Xrayed her to find out that they had put so much tubing in her that it looped right back up into her esophagus to her surgery site...which is PAINFUL...sigh...here is what happened right after they took it out...she was exhausted...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The next day was filled with wagon rides. It was the only thing (other than Nubane) that would keep her calm, and not crying. When we'd stop, or go back to the room, she'd fuss...so we spent most of the day walking her, and only went back to rest or plug her IV's back in...She really was just miserable. I hated seeing her this way. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We were discharged late that night, and this was one of the worst nights...her first one without the nubane. She was so uncomfortable. She screamed for a few hours, and Brian just walked and walked her. We put her down to bed, and she was up several hours at night in pain, and crying...it was so sad...so exhausting...Her first week, we had to give her 7 different medications, and we were on a three hour schedule...and that included through the night. </div></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/AVvXsEiCSnPbrXpr8FHtO-sOQJ3fUDfoBO6w67AugbZB6phSRsj9gbuCT7DiFwJuoQqrALnNQpsKXR-qdYvWaD_qDfrY5O2rel5mFbq_yLVTIzn79sofNO5gCJ7dUTWUd_v7IKXo3nc9p5P6CTA/s1600/267555_2221289981416_1522687007_2516802_949125_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCSnPbrXpr8FHtO-sOQJ3fUDfoBO6w67AugbZB6phSRsj9gbuCT7DiFwJuoQqrALnNQpsKXR-qdYvWaD_qDfrY5O2rel5mFbq_yLVTIzn79sofNO5gCJ7dUTWUd_v7IKXo3nc9p5P6CTA/s400/267555_2221289981416_1522687007_2516802_949125_n.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</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;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The nice part was having her on a feeding tube...the bad part, was having her on a feeding tube. We could tell that it bothered her nose, and wasn't comfortable, but it also made giving her meds so easy. No fighting or holding her down to take them...</div></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;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Romy is doing okay now. She still seems to get uncomfortable. She is HAPPY to report that her feeding tube is out...not before she pulled it out, and I had to put it back in of course...but it is gone for good, and she LOVES her food. We have to use a product to thicken all of her liquids, but she isn't complaining. :)<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On a lesser note, we got back results from her other biopsies showing that she does have a condition called Eosinophilic Esophagitis...basically what I know is that something is causing these Eosinophil cells which are like white blood cells to form around the base of her esophagus...it can be dangerous, and is what's causing her to have GERD, or her extreme reflux. It's usually caused by an allergy to something. I don't know what kind of road we are going to be on trying to fix this condition...for now, she is on yet one more medication...</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-44076382914270735662011-05-03T14:42:00.000-06:002011-05-03T14:42:59.312-06:00Prettie Birdie...Well, I told you I would take a picture of my girls in their cute little easter outfits that I made....<br />
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SHOOT....I LIED....<br />
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Mama always says to do the pictures BEFORE church, and I SHOULDA listened...<br />
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Romy Lin annihilated her dress with nilla wafers and the nasty church carpet...seriously...they need a good carpet cleaning over there...we should get right on that...<br />
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ANYWAYS....luckily Oakley kept hers nice and clean, so here you go world...the cute little outfits...and by the way....Romy's is the same, so just picture it smaller!!!!!<br />
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</div>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-58317309765163907392011-04-29T11:41:00.002-06:002011-04-29T13:05:56.345-06:00It's a Small World...Do I know you???Yes...that's about as funny as I get...what can I say??<br />
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Welp, this is the big D-LAND post!!! It only took me TWO MONTHS to post the six pictures I actually took. I had ONE goal in the whole trip...to get a picture of the group which consisted of our <strike>little </strike> family, my mom, and my grandma. I also would have loved a four generation picture, but I wasn't going to get too ambitious...<br />
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People...I suck...I didn't get EITHER!!!<br />
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BUT...I am happy to report that we had a marvelous time none the less. The weather was anything but perfect...cold really....here's a little synopsis of the event....<br />
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FEB 14th: Happy Valentines Day...lets leave at night so the kids sleep through it. It worked for the most part, but we all went a little nutty when we arrived and couldn't check in for and hour or so because we got there too early. There may or may not have been crying by MUAH....<br />
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FEB 15th: CALIFORNIA ADVENTURE DAY...oh, and rain and wind...thanks. The nice thing about the day is that we did not wait at ALL for rides!! It was fabulous!! The only problem was that many of the shows, and some rides were CLOSED...wish I would have known more about "OFF-SEASON"...we had a pretty fun packed day though, but were so frozen that we left by 6PM...and we're Idaho people dang it!!!<br />
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</div>FEB 16th: DISNEYLAND!!!!!!!!! The ONE sunny day we had...it actually was fairly pleasant weather!!!! I have to say that is was such a great experience being able to spend the time with my mom and grandma...what a bonding time!!! They were such troopers!!!! I was surprised at all the rides that my kids were big enough for...Blazer could do the Matterhorn...(not that he did it) We got a fair amount of the rides in (again, that were open) and my mom and grandma took Romy to the hotel a little early to warm up, and we ran to get every little ride we could squeeze in. It wasn't until it was CLOSED that we realized....OH CRAP...we hadn't taken ANY pictures ALL day....!!!! UGH....!!!! I was so hoping to see Fantasmic too, and they didn't do that show. They closed at 8!!!! I was super bumbed that we didn't have more time...!!!<br />
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</div>FEB 18th: BEACH!!! (no pictures of course...whaaaa!!!!) It was the most stormy day of all. It was monsoon raining...heavy winds...and it was GREAT...!! No, we didn't go take a dip in the ocean, but my kids found a TON of seashells, we got to watch surfers, and boats, and of course, we still got massively wet....mostly due to the pouring rain that was flying in heavy drips sideways...!! <br />
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FEB 19th: DRIVE HOME....I don't want to talk about it...<br />
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FEB 20th: STILL DRIVING HOME.....I REALLY don't want to talk about it now....lets just say that blizzards, and white out conditions were not expected....nor enjoyed...<br />
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I just want to send out a special thanks to my Mom and Grandma...It was so neat being able to spend the time together...reconnecting and bonding...I sure wish I saw them more...Thank you for all your help...we could NOT have done this without you...!!! We also could NOT have done it without the help from Brian's parents and my other grandparents...they really helped our kids have such an amazing Christmas present that they'll NEVER forget!!! We hope we can do this again someday...and maybe even take a few more pictures!!!!Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-62224905232359880292011-04-25T17:31:00.001-06:002011-04-25T17:54:24.765-06:00Eggggggcellent....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZjY9SanV4syvF1058M64vrE1Uix49_CJH_ffikSes_ztn8CwZSckJAYJQnJuc3llr1tKMhzqDiCnxSV3jRWwYZ7yZSiicZcq05rynWDjW4lUuPP0CZ9Y0Fu-YwM6TsqyxWQgP2nyjIU/s1600/100_98517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZjY9SanV4syvF1058M64vrE1Uix49_CJH_ffikSes_ztn8CwZSckJAYJQnJuc3llr1tKMhzqDiCnxSV3jRWwYZ7yZSiicZcq05rynWDjW4lUuPP0CZ9Y0Fu-YwM6TsqyxWQgP2nyjIU/s320/100_98517.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Easter is one of my favorite Holidays...it's so cheerful, colorful,and just reminds me of things "new". This year I decided I was bound and determined to make the girls outfits, and holy crap...I did...I'd post a picture, but I want to do them "professionally" first...so you'll just have to wait...hmmf...<br />
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I was looking forward to them wearing their adorable outfits to church until Brian mangled up his ankle playing basketball. He was shooting and came down on it wrong....ALL wrong...we're still not sure how much damage has been done, and he doesn't want to have x-rays done...whatever...needless to say I didn't go by myself with the five kids...<br />
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I had just enough time to get the hurricane cleaned up, and vacuumed, when Papa and Grandma came over with their Easter goodies for the kids. They hid their Easter bags, and the fun began all over again. We can always count on laughter, yelling, and now farting noises when Papa is here...they thought they'd bought play dough for the kids, when in fact it was flarp....Farting play dough I guess...the kids have been...ahem...farting ever since...it's quite hilarious to be honest...the kids feel so accomplished by making such a nasty sound...and of course the uglier the better...<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to say that this is such an extreme difference from last year...A year ago Romy was still in the hospital during Easter, and it was so hard on us all. I left for two hours to run over to the inlaws to see the kids and decorate eggs. Then I hurried back to the hospital for Romy, I remember it was the first time they were going to let me bathe her, and I couldn't miss it...then I went back to the inlaws for two more hours to do Baskets, and see my kiddos. It was hard being away from the hospital, and it was hard being away from the kids...no matter where I was, I felt torn...not to mention I had medical issues of my own!! It is so amazing a year later to spend the holiday whole...healthy...complete...and blessed...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Uxlvb-uS6zaUDX7pDAewURJNP2Rjjvn3Ew80NH8WA7biNttOR3XURUFmU82eTQaJHuuDp_sIowmrnE9Qf88w_wY_aQq05x4HCKWg7_kj2opzWrX8iEiU5vYpoB3ZghcVn-qDk-zjteU/s1600/100_9892.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="396px" i8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Uxlvb-uS6zaUDX7pDAewURJNP2Rjjvn3Ew80NH8WA7biNttOR3XURUFmU82eTQaJHuuDp_sIowmrnE9Qf88w_wY_aQq05x4HCKWg7_kj2opzWrX8iEiU5vYpoB3ZghcVn-qDk-zjteU/s400/100_9892.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-61658930966544134122011-04-13T19:35:00.000-06:002011-04-13T19:35:29.725-06:00Americas (not) Best...Meaning Worst...So I go into that "first room" where they have you stand on the line and cover your eyes. The tech is going through the routine questions when she asks how long I wear my contacts. I said two months, and a bomb went off in the room...she started at me, going on about how irresponsible I was because they are only approved for a month, and how I run red lights at 2 in the morning, and one of these days it's going to catch up to me, and I'm going blind...because she has had 12 people go blind in December, several in March, and already 2 this month...!!! (I can't believe this isn't on the news...hmmmm) Anyways, I told her that I don't wear them day and night, like they are approved for, and that is why I extend them, and that I've been doing it for years...but apperantly that only made me that much more insane, just because you are doing something for years, doesn't make it RIGHT...(sigh)<br />
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I finally turned it back to her and told her that the way she was delivering her information was abrasive and attacking. If it truly is an important matter, then by all means, be aggresive, but not at MY fault...I have been going there for six years, and this is the first anyone has said anything about my two month contact wearing problem...I think I need to go to therapyor some kind of support group for my obsurd habit...(???!!) I mean afterall "I am playing the lottery, and this is NOT one I want to win.." She admitted that she was harsh, but that she just didn't want to see my demise...whatever chick...just let me see the "real" doctor...<br />
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I get in there, and he asks me the same question, as if he already knew what was going on, and then told me that he'd have to give me the "speech". I assured him that I had the speech, and that she was very thorough...lol...He went on to say that she has to be the bad cop for him, cause he's a big dude, and he would scare people off...I told him I was scared anyways...<br />
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After that he asked if I wanted to just keep my prescription...I was thinking HUH??? Arent YOU the doctor??? He said that based on the first exam I could read the letters on the wall fine, so why don't I just keep my prescription. Well, why don't I just pay a real doctor, who will actually DO the exam...WOW...I told him that I had been using a different prescription on my eye because I tore a lense, and that it was slightly stronger...he looked at my eyes for maybe five minutes, and then put me back in my old prescription...<br />
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Whatever...<br />
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So that is my FUN hour and a half long adventure at Americas Best....we will never go there again...cept to get my money back for the contacts I ordered... <br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-88846219540177876952011-03-14T12:15:00.001-06:002011-03-14T14:55:34.387-06:00Put your Best Butt Forward...<div style="text-align: center;"> I don't know if it's just my kids, or if this is a normal thing, but they seem to sleep with their little bums in the air, and personally, it's my favorite. I think I have pictures of almost everyone of my kids sleeping this way.... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the most recent kids we caught doing it!!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He actually slept there for at LEAST an hour...!! Nursery is rough on a kid!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then there's the random "fell asleep while I was playing" pictures that we all love...sweet girl...!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gotta love kids...they make my day!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I realized I missed posting about the "Party of the Year"...at least the one hosted at our house every year. The Annual Halloween Party (a.k.a. Parents Gone Wild) We always have such a blast. This year we rented Karaoke, had tons of food, a great costume contest involving movie tickets and a dinner gift certificate....Oh, and Brian and I dressed up as Party Poopers...We have an awesome group of friends!!<br />
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So really I guess the only other thing to report is our change of address...we MOVED....but hold on...let me clarify...we moved the day before CHRISTMAS EVE. Folks...I don't recommend that one. We had originally planned to move the week after Christmas, but when I went to church for the last time, I sadly had three breakdowns...it was SO HARD realizing that these people who have been there through it all, wouldn't be coming with us. It was heartbreaking. I wanted to enjoy Christmas, and feel happy about it, so I decided to just MOVE...and get it over with. I am happy we did, but it was definitely stressful, especially RIGHT before Christmas. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The new house is lovely, or as my dad would say "now that's a classy home". It made me smile. We are getting to know a few people, and we are loving that we are closer to parents, and other family. Its been great for our kids to get to know some of their cousins better!!! It's not our house forever, but it's our house for now, and we love it. We want to stay in this area, so hopefully in a couple years we'll find the forever house...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknL5bBokyVFugSfx7IMjuFAdrRxBKFUCWfPZGvs6ZFrmeIEz-hxv3tG0Cl6Pz5blBugWz_au7QnCMme7UchAOlbBCX3A3mABdainKNRQ91HoTV3IgsE1xrhm1Qk9u2i2wnUQYtlso4UA/s1600/100_9767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknL5bBokyVFugSfx7IMjuFAdrRxBKFUCWfPZGvs6ZFrmeIEz-hxv3tG0Cl6Pz5blBugWz_au7QnCMme7UchAOlbBCX3A3mABdainKNRQ91HoTV3IgsE1xrhm1Qk9u2i2wnUQYtlso4UA/s320/100_9767.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div>Well, we are just settling in...new school...new ward...new year...new life it seems...hopefully I'll be a little more vigil about posting...I do miss it...Hopefully you've missed me!!!!!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Playing Dress-up...with Build-A-Bear clothes...HAHAHA!!! Why play with stuffed animals when you have the real deal??? And of all the cute outfits, she picked the crop top and shorts...my little baby looks like "Redneck" Build-A-Bear!! Don't worry, I didn't tell Oakley that...!!! But, I HAD to get pictures!!!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She didn't like the outfit either...lol...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Well, I have been keeping busy with all kinds of things...birthdays, photo shoots, Holidays, family, friends...the list goes on...and on it seems. This last week I think I made the trek to Boise at least seven times...twice in one day...(40 minutes each way mind you)!! Between doctor appointments, cheerleading, businesses, family, I just can't keep myself here in Caldwell much!! Luckily between it all, cute little moments like these happen...<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Does this look a little familiar to you?? How bout instead of a cute baby girl, its a mischievous two-year-old boy (also amazingly adorable might I add), and instead of dirt....NOPE....it was dirt too!! What is it about my kids and potting soil??!!! YUMMM....????</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><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;">Another one of our fun adventures was Romy getting her x-rays. I figured they would lay her on a table, and shoot a few pictures, and we'd be outta there...</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;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, this isn't Romy, and this baby actually looks about 100% more comfortable in this contraption than she was...you see they actually have to put this thing on so tight that if they move or scream (which inevitably they will cause it really is awful) their little bodies wont budge and ruin the x-ray picture. She was so crammed in there she couldn't even move her arms that were jammed so tightly by her head that I thought they might be stuck there forever. She was scared and screaming (told you), and just looked at me like "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??!!" I was sad. I had to keep from losing it over x-rays...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now...this would be the "PG-13" section of the story. Proceed with caution...I wouldn't normally post my...ahem..."bosom containers" on my blog for the whole wide world (the whole 20 people that actually look at it) to see...but, frankly, it is unrecognizable anyhow!!! This is a trick Blazer learned when a babysitter mistakenly let him sleep in mommy's room...don't worry, she learned you can never <span id="goog_1674846380"></span><span id="goog_1674846381"></span>trust a two-year-old too...check it out...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Today, I am thankful for new make-up and an awesome husband who cleans carpet like it's NOTHIN'!!!<br />
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Somewhere in this whole mess of chaos my oldest son turned 9!!! I can't even believe it...SO CRAZY!!! We took him to Pojos as a family for his birthday...first time we've ever done that, and it was fun. He then got a super cool tank cake, and some even cooler presents!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON...you are amazing!!<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;">Oh, and P.S. If you're ever at Pojos, and your kids wanna use one of their tokens for a giant gumball the size of a tennis ball...be prepared for this...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And maybe a slight sugar high??</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;">Well, I hate to go so soon, but really, I have a lot to do...I mean it's 2:29AM, and I still have to squeeze some sleep in here sometime!! But I thought I'd leave ya with a little face that I like to call "Popeye" (the cutest darn one I ever saw!!!)</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;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I'd kiss this Popeye ANY day!!!</div><br />
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We started at our Ward Trunk-or-Treat...well, it was two wards in fact...which made it difficult to eat. When we arrived the entire gym was packed, and there wasn't even room for the homemade chili I slaved over...(oh well, more for us). After waiting almost 20 minutes in hopes that someone would finish and stand up, we went into the hall to wait where we could sit down. It wasn't looking so good, so we decided to take our chili home and eat it real quick, and go back for the Trunk-or-Treating. We got there 20 minutes before it was supposed to end, and there were cars piling out of the parking lot...our kids were crushed...!!<br />
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On the way though, we had spotted a huge Halloween Party put on by D.A.R.E., which was free, so we thought we'd take them there...They had a lot of fun carnival-like activities...only...you had to stand in line for 30 MINUTES for EACH activity. After an hour and a half, our poor kids only had six pieces of candy in their buckets, and that was only because the Mayor was handing some out in the enormously long unorganized lines...it COULD have been an awesome activity...they set it up ALL WRONG though...maybe next year they'll ask me??<br />
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SO, we decide to take them Trick-or-Treating. After driving the neighborhoods not seeing ONE kid on the prowl, we called it a night...<br />
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Talk about a series of unfortunate events...maybe we should have dressed up as Lemmeny Snickets...hmmm...fabulous idea....<br />
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All the way home, I had the kids yell "Trick-or-Treat!!" and I just threw candy into the back seat for them. It wasn't exactly what they had in mind, but hey...they FINALLY got some candy...!!<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">We ended up going Trick-or-Treating on Sunday. It is a GREAT family activity anyhow!!! We go to my dad's neighborhood...we LOVE it there...!! The whole neighborhood just really gets into the Halloween spirit!!! It ended up being the BEST night ever!!! We all had so much fun...AND...their buckets were FULL...!!!<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yes, it was PERFECT. The ULTIMATE Party Poopers, and although we didn't win, we sure had fun wearing them...I mean, how often in life can you say you were So crappy, and feel good about it?? LOL...it was the joke of the night...we kept waiting for someone to call us a sh**head...but luckily...we weren't THAT crappy...!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And the winners of the night were...Yes...Caveman, and HOT Cavewoman...!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-24129598133599731222010-10-20T11:54:00.000-06:002010-10-20T11:54:20.527-06:00Oh ya...AND...Oh ya...and did I mention that I make stuff too?? Cute stuff...Stuff people keep telling me..."You should sell that"....SOOOOOooooooo<br />
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I am.<br />
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Come on over to my little shop...OH...and tell your friends...and their friends....and their friends, friends...<br />
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okay...click the picture...!!!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know...I've been a VEEEEEERY busy girl...</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Well, what can I say....I DO BUSY!!!!!</div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/71/8225AF8DBF3A4FD73079AFE904C0B3E4.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Synergy Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06048561511592432307noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2191518152378362918.post-64133488493523768832010-10-20T01:00:00.001-06:002010-10-20T11:55:00.504-06:00As if...As if I don't have enough on my plate...!! This is something I have been doing for years...in fact over 9 years...!! I guess I have just been "quiet" about it. One could say I'm coming out of the closet so to speak??? <br />
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I started my training at Kiddie Kandids as a photographer for a couple years where I worked on my professional certification. From there I pursued my abilities on my own where I have captured the people and events around me...<br />
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I definately have a love for shooting infants and kids...but I have shot several families over the years as well...<br />
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ENJOY!!!<br />
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