tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73310537548333891902024-03-13T03:18:18.173-07:00Down Home With The MorrisesA hard working youth minister and teacher.
This is a documentation of our lives.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-57783922657840059122013-11-15T15:04:00.000-08:002013-11-15T15:04:24.953-08:00Rookie MorrisSo I'm pinteresting the other day and I came across this quote. I often search by the humor tab, quote tab or recently the kid tab. Gosh, I'm one of those. Shoot. I came across this picture:<br />
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Well ain't that the truth. Shoot again. I feel selfish. Hit me right in the heartburned heart please. So I saved it to my phone so that when I'm sitting at my desk at work stuffing my face with crackers and water no matter how sick I feel and disgusted at the thought of all food, looking in the mirror as I brush my teeth counting the growing number of pimples (oh sweet baby jesus the PIMPLES....I seriously look like a 16 year old boy) or throwing out cute clothes daily because they decided not to fit, or forfeiting the pizza at Pie Five because it will inevitably send shooting pains up my center that remind me I have been cursed with heartburn, I need to remember there is a little miracle in there just playing away. Well...Dang. </div>
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We saw it moving Wednesday at the sonogram. It waved at me. Ok, probably not but I like to think it did. The doctor got real picture happy and sent us home with like 8 sonogram pictures. Our families are pretty stoked. Oh you want to know how we told our parents? Of course I'll tell you. AND show you pictures! I know, you've been waiting your whole life for this moment. </div>
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Wellllll....my dad is a fireman. That's ironically important. We took the little pee on a stick test and found out we were pregnant on September 9th. Will has a hard time keeping a secret and wanted to shout it to the world. I was just fine keeping it to ourselves for the next few days. The only problem was I couldn't talk to my parents or I would spill the beans! My silence was noticed and I knew that if I waited any longer my mom would be asking questions. Soooo, on September 11th, my dad was working at the station. We couldn't wait. Soooo, at church we made crafts to give to the first responders in honor of 9/11 so I texted my dad that we had some crafts could we come deliver them to the station around 8:30. "Sure" So then I called my mom. No answer and then texted and then called again. There has to be two parents there to tell the parents that you are going to be parents!! I persuaded my mom to meet me leave her friend's house and meet me at the station. I go to target and find something cute to get them to say "You are grandparents!" Nothing. So I finally decide I will get a white onesie and draw the station 7 (where my dad works) logo and motto on the front. Their motto is "Fully Involved." I know these things just happen! So I put Fully Involved, May 2014 and on the back wrote Rookie Morris. Cute. Now how do I give them this monumental gift. </div>
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We go in my dad's office and Will shuts the door. They cut right to the chase and ask for the crafts. I, being of such social grace, practically just throw the onesie at them. They are quite confused as was I with my awkwardness in delivering this news. I mean this is a big deal and I do not do well with sharing momentous occasions or sharing life changing feelings with people. They were thrown off asking if it was socks? And then BOOM! Nope its a baby! WHAT?!?! Hugs, tears, suprised faces and hand shakes all around. My dad's face was the best. He was pretty excited, he went and showed the outfit off to all of his guys. It was a pretty good thing on such a crummy day in America! </div>
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So one parent set down the next three to go. We called the out of town family and they screamed and cried and immediately made plans for Christmas gifts and birthdays! </div>
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Will told alot of people and I told Christin. Then it was on to extended family. A few weeks later and a couple of dr appointments later just to make sure the little precious booger was still in there we decided it was a good time to tell close friends at church and then make a big announcement at the trunk or treat at halloween through our costume choice. Here's a story for the books....</div>
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So, we meet an older couple (who we consider like our church parents and mentors) at Chilis to tell them the news. Will splurts it out and we hug and cheer. Well the waitress comes by....let me stop and preface something...I am ironically a private person. Much more private than Will. I could go through this whole pregnancy and not care to tell a soul. I'm just not like that. WELLLLL AT CHILIS this happened..... The waitress comes by and Hank says that we are celebrating some fantastic news! </div>
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Hank: They are going to have a baby! </div>
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Waitress: That is awesome! Would you mind if I told my manager and she came a took a picture of your table? We love to show off times when we play and important part in people's lives. We take a picture and write your story down. We send it off to corporate and you will be in our monthly newsletter.</div>
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My college room mates on my group text don't even know and every Chili's employee is going to know this news? Uh what? </div>
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So, they take our picture and write our names down. So if you work at Chilis look for my non make uped sick pregnant face in the monthly newsletter! </div>
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I don't have a nice copy of the picture but I do have this one from Trunk or Treat! </div>
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<br />Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-87976802414114530852013-11-08T12:31:00.000-08:002013-11-08T12:31:16.074-08:00Well this is embarassing...It has been so long the blogger website change its format and totally confused me. I will not admit to the amount of time I spent trying to figure out how to write a post.<br />
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Lately I have had the two faithful readers ask where the blog went. Well honestly all the stories I could think to tell were about my students. Not so professional. And kids these days know how to snoop so well they would find me in a minute and law suit after law suit I'd be out of a job. I just can't handle that. I may get paid pennies but those pennies help pay off the medical bills from my pill swallowing escapade that landed me in the ER.<br />
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Wait what? yes. On the fateful afternoon of August 3rd, a Saturday, I decided that I should get serious with my vitamin taking. If I was going to hopefully sometime in the near future (apparently very near future) going to be producing a healthy baby, I better buckle down and follow the doctor's orders of taking pre-natal vitamins. I had a bottle that I carted around with me (seriously for a month building up confidence) of vitamins that should have been labeled "horse pills" cause that is exactly what they were. Like an inch long and half an inch wide. I decided on August 3rd at 4:00 that I would finally choke (hahah foreshadow) one down. We were headed to the end of summer youth party and were about to leave the house. So I got a glass of water and pulled out a pill. The size once again astounded me. @#$%#&^&#$%^#$%^ how am I going to get this down?<br />
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Deviation: I have always had trouble swallowing pills. I took liquid or chewable medicines until I was probably 17 years old. It just has never ever been a skill of mine. Back to August 3rd at 4:00.<br />
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So I decide to cut the pill in half. The first half went down with a little fight but in the end I won and it went down my esophagus to be dissolved in my stomach. Ok, I can do this one more time! In goes the second half. However, some where between my lips and my esophagus it ended up directing itself into the wrong tube. I immediately begin to choke. My first thought was, "I just conquered my fear of flying half way around the world... alone.... to London.... and I'm going to die choking on a pre-natal vitamin!" My second thought was, "I need to call my dad." My third thought, after thinking about the conversation I would have to have with my HUSBAND about why for the <strike>second</strike> millionth time I've called my dad for help instead of him in an emergency or not so emergency, I thought, "Oh my, I need to go to the bathroom where Will is in case I keel over." So that's what I did. I briskly walked into the bathroom and there begin to wheeze. Seriously something is in my wind pipe!! I'm crying, coughing, wheezing, screaming, crying, wheezing, and some more screaming. Will jumps out of the shower to try to calm me down. HA ain't happening.<br />
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So Will coaches me through my wheezing. "Calm down" "It probably just scratched your throat." "Breathe" ME: I CAN'T!!! "Drink some warm water." The wheezing subsides and then the coughing starts. Then it HURTS! I make it through the party drinking water and coughing. I some what slept that night but coughed up pieces of the vitamin all night.<br />
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Let's just stop for a moment and think about what that tasted like.<br />
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And it is Sunday morning. I slowly get up, shower, get ready for church and make my way there. I sit at the back and cough my lungs up through all of service. It hurts so bad. Like no other pain I have ever felt before. I would say right on up there when I dislocated and broke my elbow doing a <strike>double back off the beam...</strike> <strike>layout on the floor...</strike> cartwheel in high school. Every time I coughed or breathed a shooting pain went up my center core. Soooo lets fast forward to 5:00 that evening after crying all day from pain and lack of oxygen. Will was taking a nap so I took the opportunity to call my dad. I told him of my symptoms of light headiness, pain, can't breathe, heart pounding. He replies the dreaded, "Well you may want to go to the ER." And the response of a poor person, "Can I just go to care now? The deductible is lower." HA. So I wake Will up and tell him in his half sleep that I am going to Care Now.<br />
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If you EVER want to be immediately seen at Care Now, "I can't breathe." are the key words to say. Immediately there were nurses surrounding me taking my oxygen which was a whopping 83, Thank you! "TRIAGE" is yelled in the hustle and bustle. Uh no. I watch ER and Grey's I know what Triage is and it is not good when yelled not at a hospital. I am ushered to the other side of Care Now that is a very small hospital type set up next to a small child getting stitches. Over a course of breathing treatments, xray and a steroid shot in the bum that made me almost pass out twice the PA came in and delivered this news....to a young person....in a room....by her self..."We don't really know what is going on with your lungs. There is spot on your xray and we are not sure what it is. So we are going to need to send you to the ER and because your oxygen levels are so low it has to be by ambulance." AND THEN WALKS OUT! The bottom falls out and the tears start flowing. My anxious mind starts imagining the worst. I immediately begin to catastrophisizing (how do you even spell that?) my future. I know the ambulance thing is a lie so I once again call my dad. He says no they are just saying that and that they will meet me at the ER in Irving. I call Will. No answer. I text him. No reply. I call him again and say tell him the news. After this freak out and my dad handing the phone to my mom who calms me down the real Dr comes in to better explain the situation. The pill is stuck in my lung. Will comes to pick me up and we make it to Irving in like 12 minutes and check in to the ER.<br />
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So here we are, in the ER. Stu the nurse who is probably my age asks whats wrong. I tell him. He laughs. This is the beginning of what will be a pattern for the remainder of the night. I have become the joke of the ER. Happy Sunday night Irving ER. Glad I could bring some entertainment. We giggle about how he has seen children....CHILDREN under the age of 6 normally come in with cheerios, coins, toys, even a guy with a hot dog stuck in his THROAT...not Wind pipe. But never someone aspirating a pill into their lungs at such an advanced age.<br />
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We giggle.<br />
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Well tonight's your lucky night buddy. Glad I could be of service.<br />
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The ER doctor and her scribe come in.<br />
"What's going on."<br />
"Well I swallowed a pill and it is in my lung."<br />
Dr. trying to hold back the laughter "uh you did what?"<br />
"Yeah I swallowed a pill and it is in my lung."<br />
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I am wheeled to get a CT. The CT tech...<br />
"What's going on."<br />
"Well I swallowed a pill and it is in my lung."<br />
Tech trying to hold back the laughter "uh you did what?"<br />
"Yeah I swallowed a pill and it is in my lung."<br />
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"Well its lucky you are here then."<br />
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We giggle.<br />
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The CT comes back and the Dr asks if we want to see it. Uh yes! So my dad, Will and I all go down to the nurses station and view the CT. All the other nurses and doctors are laughing.<br />
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"Am I the joke of the ER? I know you people of have codes for these things. Am I a code?"<br />
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We giggle.<br />
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The CT was pretty cool....and the pill was definitely in my lung. Just resting at the bottom. Hanging out. Hurting so bad!<br />
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So by this time, Will and my parents are in the room hanging out and the procedure nurse comes in. My mom and dad say that they will leave for a little bit and let them do what they need to do. The nurse stops my mom and says, "Hang on. I may need you to stay for a little bit to sign some papers." My mom looks at her and straight faced says, "I think she can sign her own papers, she is 26." I pipe in, "I know I'm in here for what is normally a pediatric procedure for three year olds and pennies but I am of legal age. This is my husband."<br />
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Lots of other comments were said through out the course of the evening that would have been classic lines in a comedic movie about unfortunate events. But nothing will compare to what happened after the procedure.<br />
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While I was off in neverland dream town getting a pill removed from my lung by the claw the Dr was asking Will if anything like this had ever happened before and how this thing happened. Was she bumped into, did she laugh while swallowing. Nope Doc, just swallowing. Swallowing like she has done every day of her life.<br />
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After I woke up and the pain was gone and I could finally breathe without wanting to punch some one the lung dr came in to give us the run down. This is the conversation.<br />
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Dr: "We got the pill. You have a little bit of scar tissue from the iron in the pill but nothing bad. That was a huge pill. How'd you get that in there? I'm sending you home with a steriod to help with inflammation and an antibiotic..."<br />
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Me: "Uh you do realize what just happened here? Could I get that in liquid form."<br />
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Dr: laughing "Oh yeah, haha I can get that in a liquid for you. Ok well we will give you another breathing treatment and antibiotic and you will be on your way."<br />
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It's not everyday he gets to write a prescription for a liquid form of antibiotic to a 26 year old. I will say, just for the record, there is nothing more humbling than taking your antibiotic OUT OF A SYRINGE like a toddler in front of your high school musical cast. Nothing more humbling. Except telling them you landed in the ER by swallowing a pill....which I did not tell them.<br />
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So we wrapped up the evening and were sent on our way but not before the nurse, Stu and I have a little chat.<br />
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Me: "I seriously am going to be the dinner table talk for all of these drs aren't I. I have friends that are nurses and dr.s. I know what you people tell your friends."<br />
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Stu: "Yeah, you might want to keep this one to yourself."<br />
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And that was the night I became the dinner talk of the Irving Baylor ER doctor and nurses.<br />
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The next week I went back to the lung dr for a check up and his quote of the visit was, " I'm not so worried about your lungs as I am the fact that you can't swallow a pill." Me to my friend, Me too.<br />
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Never a dull moment with the two of us.<br />
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That being said...all of that led up to this blessing which is a whole other adventure for another time and place...<br />
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<br />Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-31569202096250152372012-09-03T16:54:00.000-07:002012-09-04T09:51:59.741-07:00preacher vs. coachI have recently inherited the job description and title of a "preacher's wife." It is a whole new life in the lime light of leading the salvation of others. I have been forced to do things like attend church regularly, be on time for church, attend all funerals, wedding, birthday parties, anniversary parties, showers, etc. that a good woman attends and learn to <strike>buy items </strike> cook items that may have to be served at a moments notice at a potluck. The other day Will and I had a discussion in the car. "What would you rather be...a preacher's wife or a coach's wife?" I promptly with out hesitations declared "a coach's wife." Then we began to compare the two jobs. I can only speak from fact on the side of the preacher's wife and from fantasy through Tammy Taylor on Friday Night Lights.<br />
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1. A coach's wife can wear fun bedazzled jerseys, big jewelry, heels, designer jeans and her newly highlighted and done up layered hairdo at the game. A preacher's wife must wear a sensibly modest outfit, hose and a hat to church on Sunday. </div>
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2. A coach's wife can have out door bbq's for the team at her house. A preacher's wife must make pea salad and a jello mold for the pot luck on Sunday. </div>
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3. For a coach's wife, Friday is game day, followed by a late night ice cream run with your kids and family friends and Sunday is family sleep in day. For a preacher's wife, Friday is going to the football games with church people to see the church kiddos play the game and Sunday is game day....all day. With no ice cream. </div>
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4. A similarity: Saturday is film day for coach. Saturday is sermon working day for preacher. . </div>
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5. A coach's wife can talk to friends while her husband is on the field. A preacher's wife can't talk to her friends while her husband is on the field. Texting is allowed only for the skilled. </div>
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6. A coach's wife must be familiar with the game of football. A preacher's wife must recite scriptures in daily conversation. </div>
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7. A coach's wife: Two words...HOMECOMING MUMS!!! A preacher's wife: easter corsages. </div>
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8. A coach's wife needs to know all the plays in the book. A preacher's wife: all the recipes in the church cookbook. </div>
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10. Both must be prepared to feed the five thousand with only sandwich meat and doritos on a moment's notice. </div>
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11. Both can turn the water into<strike> wine </strike>koolaid. </div>
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12. A coach's wife gets a mom suburban with the cool high school paw on the back. A preacher's wife gets a mini van with the christian fish on the back. </div>
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13. A coach's wife has to give up Thanksgiving. A preacher's wife, Christmas and Easter. Sometimes New Years Eve. </div>
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16. A coach's wife can dress up her kids in cute football player and cheerleader outfits to take them to the games. If a preacher's wife dressed her children up in bible times costumes, she may be looked down upon for embarassing her children. Unless it is VBS in which the entire family will be sporting the sheet and rope outfit for an entire week during the summer. </div>
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Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-47821838112359541782012-06-24T16:13:00.001-07:002012-06-24T16:14:19.542-07:00MomentsWhy you no blog?<br />
Well, to be frank, the school tech men figured me out I guess and the post page on my blog is blocked on the school network. And well, I'm too lazy at home. But strange things must have happened to you in the past month right? oh yes. Our lives have not been without blog worthy moments.<br />
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Moment 1: I filmed a wedding. I showed up in the same color and near style dress as the bridesmaids. awkward.<br />
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Moment 2: I am going to grad school this summer, it took me three starts and 7 days to read 197 pages of introduction to Othello. But good gracious I can tell you everything there is to know about the racial implications of Othello. Will is impressed with my new knowledge. Whatever.<br />
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Moment 3: This conversation happened over text. I nerded my self out thinking he knew who Ms. Hannigan was. He did not.<br />
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Moment 4: My alllll time favorite store is closing. Blessed Boutique on Grapevine Main. It was a sad day and I had a moment of silence for it. Will suggested maybe we buy the store. I asked him how he would answer when people asked what he did for a living. "Oh well... I own a women's boutique..." "oh, really..."<br />
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Moment 5: Unlike last year, I have had a summer. I have done such an excellent job at being a stay at home wife that Will considered getting a higher paying job so that I could continue this year round!<br />
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Moment 6: Will has been spending lots of time with his child, Copper. One evening a couple of my friends were over having dinner. Will decided to give us some girl time and hang out in the front yard with Copper. About 10 minutes later, Christin gets a text that says, "Tell Kelsie to come look at Copper" Seriously if it is like this every time the dog does something cute worthy it is going to be rediculous when we have a child. I go to the window and saw this. The dog and its' master just having some quality time together.<br />
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Moment 7: My brother graduated from UNT! Pretty exciting! Oh and the girl sitting in front of us at graduation definitely had a very fresh, and by fresh like late to graduation because she just came from the tattoo parlor fresh, tattoo on her back. I failed to get documentation. I apologize.<br />
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Moment 8: I stole Will away from his summer duties with the youth group for a week and my parents took us and my brother to Sanibel Island, Florida and it was amazing!!!! They have multiple tides each day. One day when we were there they had the lowest tide they had ever had. We got to walk the beach that evening and saw hundreds and thousands of beached sea life.<br />
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It was so cool! One day we rented bikes and biked around the island and another day we took a very long boat ride to Key West. It was pretty neat. Key West if full of history and for the Dunn family, vacations are for learning! Will disagrees. Ha.<br />
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My favorite part of Key West, Will did not opt for the tour, my mom, tanner and I went to Earnest Hemmingway's house. We had a tour guide from Boston who was very informative of all information Hemmingway related. Here is his house. It was pretty cool inside. Very lush and beautiful. And lots of cats. I think there were like 54? All with literary and famous names. </div>
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And we finished up with Father's day. Will's dad and his wife came down for weekend at pequeno hotel de Morris. They treated us to Reata, which was great and they got to hear Will preach!</div>
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And here we are at Reata, the best place in the world. Excuse the sweaty look. I'm pretty sure it was either 100 degrees in that restaurant or I had an extreme hot flash a few moments before the picture. Nothing more classy that a girl dripping sweat down her brow at a very nice restaurant. </div>
<br />Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-2446779574795101522012-05-02T12:22:00.002-07:002012-05-02T12:22:19.250-07:00Raising Godly ChildrenSunday. This Sunday. The day I actually woke up and pulled my self out of bed for the early service at 9:00. I walk in and find Will running around doing his ministerial duties. We walk in to church together, way after it has started, just in time for the sermon.<br />
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On another note, Will's dad got married a couple of weekends ago, here's a picky from the evening. Bad pose but cool picture. The photographer was kind of in a hurry so we only got one pose. He took three pics and every time I kept blinking my eyes. I tried to tell him but he was like, "oh its fine." And then it turned out like this....I look drunk. We both do. We were not. Just for the record. Just bad blink timing...three tries in a row. </div>
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<b>Will:</b> Hmmm, that is interesting.<br />
<b>Me</b>: What?<br />
<b>Will:</b> I'm watching a documentary on Nazi Scrapbooks....you know me and Helen Keller.<br />
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<b>Will: </b>I mean Anne Frank.<br />
<b>Me:</b> I'm going to write that down so that I do not forget that.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">In other news: </div><div style="text-align: left;">Will has been gone to Honduras all week so I got to dog sit, shop, read and sleep at my parent's house. It was a nice Spring Break and ended too soon.<br />
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I got to do plenty of facebook stalking, 1. because it was my main source of information for what Will was doing and 2. I didn't have anything else to do. While facebooking, I found this group that my friends and I created on facebook our freshman year of college. It was in honor of a sweet old woman who worked in the Bean at ACU. It was called "Ruuuth!!" Apparently, it still exists on facebook and with this new timeline thing the page looks a little different. The admin's pictures are on the top of the page. This is what I found: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I go to look at the members. There are only four. HA. Just the four of us. I promise there were more members 7 years ago. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-44971765694040167992012-03-08T16:00:00.000-08:002012-03-08T16:00:50.872-08:00Our life in bullet pointsCause that is all the time and energy I have:<br />
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<ul><li>Will and I have been co-habitating as college room mates these past couple of months. We are so busy, it is to the point that we have had people question our relationship. </li>
<li>We are doing just fine. He's even taking me on a date tonight...for the first time in...uh since the last post. </li>
<li>Yesterday I had a mid-twenties moment. Will had a small child sitting on his lap during worship last night at church and I could just FEEL the "when is she doing to have a kid" tension in the room. </li>
<li>The answer to that is............not any time soon. </li>
<li>I found a bird, dead, on my stoop. Apparently he ran into the glass door. And I took a picture. I was thinking about putting duct tape around its head like Dumb and Dumber but decided the germs living on a dead bird would send my anxiety over the edge. </li>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>Play number 2 of the year is almost done. So Will can reclaim his shoes and other house hold items I gather for props. </li>
<li>Play number 2 of the year is almost done so that means I have to start doing laundry and cleaning the house. </li>
<li>This conversation actually happened at our house last night: </li>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><ul><li>We frequently joke about Will's "First Christmas as a Married Couple" gift to me. A little back ground information. The first year we were married he was a full time minister, I was a full and a half time 1st grade teacher at an awful school with a few tyrants as children, we bought a house, his parents were divorcing, we bought two new cars, oh and we were having senior high huddles at our house every Thursday night. To say the least, that first year was tough. I worked at a title one school. If you have ever been a first year teacher in a bad title one school, you know that there are ZERO resources. In order to have books for my kids to read, I had to make my own books from a website. This meant hours and hours of printing, folding, stapling, etc. Now back to Christmas. I'm a big theme giver when it comes to gifts. I go out and buy Will some great coffee mugs, coffee, syrups and other stuff like that because he is always saying he wants to start drinking coffee.....btw, i think the coffee is still sitting in the pantry. But I digress. Back to Christmas. We sit down to open gifts. I'm so excited. Its a big thing! You, know! 1st present as a married couple! What is he going to get me? Something fun? Romantic? Jewelry? I open up the gift and it is........... an electric stapler. </li>
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</div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-89016827827183464122012-01-17T08:46:00.000-08:002012-01-17T08:46:51.551-08:00Sorry, We are out of....Last night, Will and I ventured to a new hibachi place for his birthday dinner. The guy turns 28 on Thursday. Man!<br />
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We went to a new place in Arlington, I will refer to it as Hibachi to protect the innocent. We had a little bit of trouble finding it because it was hidden away among the store fronts. We happened up on this place and went in. It was a tiny hibachi place with only four hibachi stove tables. We were greeted and seated at a table. The waitress came to take our order.<br />
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Waitress: What you drink?<br />
Me: A glass of Chardonnay please.<br />
Waitress: You?<br />
Will: Water.<br />
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Waitress took the rest of the orders and slowly prepared the drinks.<br />
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The waitress comes back.<br />
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Waitress: Sorry, we out of Chardonnay.<br />
Me: Ohhhh, that's fine. I'll just take a water.<br />
Waitress: ok.<br />
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Waitress leaves and comes back to take our order:<br />
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Waitress: What you have?<br />
Me: Sesame chicken with fried rice please.<br />
Will: Number 14 with fried rice and a tuna roll.<br />
Waitress: Ohhhh we out of sushi. (oddly points to the front of the restaurant) No sushi today.<br />
Will: Oh ok, that's fine. Can I have double rice?<br />
Waitress: Two orders of rice?<br />
Will: Can I have double rice instead of vegetables?<br />
Waitress: Uhh (confused) we no do that.<br />
Will: oook. That's fine, I'll just take the vegetables.<br />
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Waitress continues the orders and leaves.<br />
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We joke under our breaths about the lack of food in this establishment. Maybe next they will come back and say, "Sorry, we out of rice." No wine, no sushi...what kind of place is this!?<br />
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I look to the front of the restaurant and see a lonely fish in a tank separating the eating area from the waiting area. I jokingly say, "Ha, That's why they were out of sushi. They only have one fish."<br />
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Then it hit both of us. Will said, "Surely she didn't mean that, but she did point to the front like she was implying something." Hmmmm.<br />
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I guess we will never know.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-67919081098302498682012-01-13T11:00:00.000-08:002012-01-13T11:00:32.785-08:00Texas Hunting Forum...A man's pinterest.The other day...during church, I received an email from Will with this link in it.<br />
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http://www.texashuntingforum.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/topics/2883996/1<br />
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So I looked at it. The subject of this forum thread was very interesting. The title:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>YOU MIGHT BE TOO SERIOUS OF A DEER HUNTER IF</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>These are some I found and I would like to comment on them from the perspective of your wife.<br />
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</tbody></table>It is sad around our house these days. Lots of moping and xbox playing.<br />
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"....pause... what are we doing this weekend?"<br />
"uh I guess you are going hunting."<br />
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</tbody></table> He does it. Call in sick and decide to go hunting.<br />
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</tbody></table>Somedays...yes.<br />
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</tbody></table>If only I knew...<br />
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</tbody></table>Uh no. Not Never.<br />
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</tbody></table>We've had the conversations.<br />
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</tbody></table>With the recent purchase of a church computer, we now have a laptop devoted purely to game cameras.<br />
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</tbody></table>That is why we got married in September. He had said, " Honey, I can miss one deer season. I'll miss it for you." ME in response: "It is not just ONE deer seasons. It is every deer season for the rest of our lives!"<br />
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</tbody></table>Now you stick a lazyboy, a book shelf and a craft box in that blind too and I might go with you as well.<br />
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Boys at the ranch this weekend, I hope you are being safe and having fun.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-14746914827349544152012-01-09T12:06:00.000-08:002012-01-09T12:09:51.880-08:00Words with Friends...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Look at this screen shot of my phone. View my last two letters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx86tv-sBcg/TwtAMk0LMOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Er-dA3wK5Zo/s1600/photo.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cx86tv-sBcg/TwtAMk0LMOI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Er-dA3wK5Zo/s320/photo.PNG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sums up the score on that one. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I thought about texting the picture to my mother, but somehow sending her a picture of the letters F and U in that formation didn't seem very respectful at the moment. It still doesn't now, but felt like the coincidence of the score and my last two letters was just too funny not to share. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Second of all, I grilled. I am on a roll with this domestic wife thing. Not that I enjoy it or anything...cooking that is. I love being a wife. But once again I had to document it. I immediately texted my dad. I do that when I accomplish something great that he would be proud of...like building something, grilling, cooking, climbing mount everest... you know the usual. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It is like something off the Blue Mesa menu!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And to finish off, a little bragging. My cousin took family pictures of us at Christmas. Here are a few I just had to share! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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On one couch.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And end... here. </div><br />
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those lovely pictures....and fashion. <br />
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</div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-61508102009579588502012-01-04T13:05:00.000-08:002012-01-04T13:05:34.802-08:00Hey Good Lookin...Whatcha Got Cookin?3 Meals to be exact. That is what I've been cooking.<br />
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Until Will got hungry and took it over again.<br />
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Oh and <b>Fried Ravioli, Fried Pickles, Poppyseed Chicken AND cookies</b> for the youth Christmas party that I failed to document before they devoured it. It looked pretty good and was not burnt.<br />
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I did not set off any fire alarms, only had one major emotional breakdown during the chimichanga and all were edible. I got the recipes from pinterest...which brings me to another point.<br />
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This is a complete disappointment every time I go to my pinterest app. Anybody with me?<br />
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Which brings me to another thing...I semi decorated our house this year. It was actually kind of an embarassment to my college degree, but you gotta live on a budget people! Crafty Pinterest decorations take money too and I have been banned from Hobby Lobby (Maybe banned is a strong term, more like discouraged by the husband to ever drive by the craft store) and I refuse to go to Joanns. While I'm on the subject, Joanns is the new Hobby Lobby. Has anyone noticed this? When you used to go to Hobby Lobby there would be one line open and it would be a checker that was going at sloth speed...no, slower than sloth speed. You could be buying 1 marker and be in there two hours just waiting behind the old retired woman buying out the 80% off home decor aisle. I had a game in college that I would play called "Guess the fastest checker." Now I'm pretty sure that Hobby Lobby fired all of their sloths and sent them over to Joanns. In particular they all work in the fabric cutting desk. I digress. Back to Christmas, we were not going to be around at the house much at Christmas so we opted to not put up the Christmas tree. I just decorated the mantle with our stockings and used the hearth as the place for our presents. It was kinda cute. But when I was taking down the picture frames that normally inhabit the mantle...I found this hidden behind a framed engagement picture.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I once discussed this scooby doo snack situation before. I'm not sure who should be more embarassed. Will - who is eating scooby doo snacks and leaving a hansel and gretel trail. OR</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me - I haven't bought these in like two months. This means, it has been approx. 2 months since I have cleaned that area of the house. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-9379965762490048882011-12-02T11:10:00.000-08:002011-12-02T11:10:55.891-08:00Christmas Time is HereI have had my two faithful blog readers ask "Why no posts?" Well I'll tell you why. Because it is December and December means my busy season. I have a show coming up so every waking moment of my life has been devoted to getting Happy Days ready to be seen by the public. Nothing very funny has happened...until yesterday.<br />
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Yesterday was December 1st. Many things happened yesterday. The first being that it is the opening night of the show. I had also arranged for my two leads to be interviewed on CW33. It is a big day. This is how it began.<br />
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I woke up, much like any other day. I had a big day ahead of me so I had to shower and fix myself appropriately to be viewed by people unrelated to me. I slowly got out of bed, jumped in the shower, picked out my cute outfit that I was going to wear today. I iron it. I put the clothes on. I dry my hair. I straighten my hair. I even put on a full face of make up. The morning was going without a hitch and I was running only a couple of minutes behind. I was going to make it to work on time for the first time this week! Then I brushed my teeth.<br />
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While brushing my teeth I dripped a little bit of toothpaste on my shirt. I did not pay any attention to it, thinking it would go away. I quickly gathered my things and headed for the door. My car has been frosted over each morning so I decided to make 2 trips. The first to put my bag in the car and turn it on. The second to get the remaining things I needed. I thought maybe by my second trip the car would be mostly defrosted. So I take the first trip. Success. I take the second trip, grab the spare key and lock the door go to get in my car and it is locked. Yes. Locked. How it locked itself with the key inside running I will never know. But it did and this put me in quite the predicament.<br />
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Next are the thoughts that sped through my head:<br />
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Oh no! Oh no!<br />
How in the world did that happen?<br />
Spare key! I'll get the spare key and unlock it.<br />
I'm clicking the spare key and nothing is happening.<br />
Oh Gosh.<br />
Ok, I'll call Will.<br />
Phone, Phone, Phone....<br />
Oh gosh. It is in the car.<br />
No phone, no keys.<br />
Oh no, it is 7:20. <br />
Next door neighbor.<br />
Maybe he'll help me.<br />
No answer.<br />
I'll ring the door bell again.<br />
No answer.<br />
Oh gosh. This is bad.<br />
It's cold.<br />
Try the spare key again.<br />
No luck.<br />
Oh wait! Inside my keyless entry remote is a key.<br />
I'll try that.<br />
Success!<br />
Oh boy! It is 7:30.<br />
I'll text the secretary to tell her I'm running late. At least my windows were defrosted.<br />
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So off to work I go. I get to school about 8:15. Fix all the problems of the play. Oh! What is that? A mic is broken beyond repair. Awesome. That is 250 more dollars that I will have to pay. At least I will be headed out for a while. At 9:00 I take my kids and we get in the 15 passenger van and head toward Dallas. It was pretty awesome, I must say. They kids were so excited and did great!<br />
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We get to Dallas fine. I did not get lost. I did not get in a wreck. I parked the van very well. We go in hang out for a little bit and then it is our time to be interviewed. We all get up and the sound guy hands us our mics. Alex first, Taylor, then me. I look down to put my mic on and... remember the toothpaste from earlier. Yep. It is huge. Like two dots the size of quarters. This is not an exaggeration. I am fixing to go on the news and special over here has toothpaste on her shirt. Embarassing. I fix it the best I can and we go on. I redeemed my self with the interview, except the interviewer through a curve ball and asked me an educational question. "uhhh ma'am. This was not on the list."<br />
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We leave and I introduced my kids to the Irving staple, Big State Drug. We enjoyed a nice burger and shake and headed back to school.<br />
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The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly with the opening night of the show. By 10:30 though I was about to fall down. I went home, immediately took off my heels, put on sweatpants and crawled in the bed just to start it all over again today.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-20330505145928093982011-11-03T11:51:00.000-07:002011-11-03T11:54:51.934-07:00Kids...Line of the day yesterday:<br />
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The Situation: This week I have been teaching my students how to build. We have been building two full size diner booths for our musical. Which by the way is Happy Days and you should come see it if you are in town. So yesterday I am on top of the booth and I am screwing in a screw with the drill. I drill the first bit that makes the whole and pull it out of the wood. Apparently it was still rotating and I swung it to my side to put down on the bench. But in the path stood my pants. My pants that were on my person. As soon as that spinning bit hit my pants, it immediately attacked my pants. I screamed. The kids screamed. I looked down and my pants are completely wrapped around the bit of this drill. So I first, calm the children. I reassure them that everything is all right. I assess my situation. Blood? No. Pain? No. Leg still attached? Yes. So I unroll the drill bit out of my pants and discover what it left me with.<br />
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After my horrific incident my students were pretty shaken up. They kept asking if I was ok and what not. I, as the good teacher I am, reassured them that things were fine and that I was glad it was me and not them.<br />
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Student: Mrs. Morris, are you ok? Are your pants ok?<br />
Me: I'm fine. I guess it will give me an excuse to buy a new pair of sweat pants. I'm pretty sure that I've had these since freshman year of high school. Come to think of it...I think I've had these pants and these shoes since high school.<br />
Student: (in all seriousness) They had converse back then?!?!<br />
Me: How old do you think I am?<br />
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1. Will gave me the "and that's why you don't wear baggy sweatpants while using powertools" chat when I got home. What is the proper attire for working with power tools?<br />
2. I should really throw those shoes away. They've built one too many sets in their day. Looking at them, I'm kind of embarrassed that I still own a pair....two pair...<br />
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It was a difficult day in the world of theater class. But we built an awesome booth! Will is hunting so I have lots of time to blog. Expect pics tomorrow!Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-43969928286952990572011-11-02T09:02:00.000-07:002011-11-02T09:02:23.771-07:00T-minus 2 days until opening weekendThe time is nearing and the husband is getting giddy. Yes. It is November which means that the Opening of Deer season is within reach. Within hours I-20 will be full of trailers, trucks and rifles. Yesterday I learned that our very own Governor Perry announced that November is Hunter Appreciation Month. I feel like he did not consult his wife on that one. She would have said otherwise. I feel like maybe it should be Hunter's Wife Appreciation, but that is my own soap box.<br />
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But with hunting comes really nice dates that make up for the weekends away. Last weekend was our family retreat at church. We headed out to Glen Rose again. This year (just like last year) we decided to go down a day early and just have a nice "us" night. We ate at The Loft in Granbury again and it was even more delicious than last year. We had an amazing beer cheese dip with delicious garlic sourdough bread that I am still tasting in my mouth (and feeling in my hips).<br />
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But soo worth it. It was a nice night just to be us, not talk about work/church and have a nice dinner away. We ended the night with what every couple does...going to wal-mart to buy food for the retreat, going back to the retreat center, and going to bed. <br />
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But the retreat was fun! I did find a cute boutique while I was in town getting BBQ for dinner. I found this 22 dollar coozie.<span style="font-size: large;"><b> <span style="font-size: small;">I feel like this sums up my life.</span></b></span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>I had no desire to spend 22 dollars on it, so I took a picture.<br />
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Well, I'm off to prepare myself for opening weekend. I am now a hunting widow from this Thursday til whenever he decides to come home. There will be a whole lot of craft making going on up in this joint.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-13064363352586050672011-10-17T13:12:00.000-07:002011-10-17T13:12:00.105-07:00Columbus Sailed the Ocean BlueBusy life has begun. Here I sit in a prop rocking chair rocking my stress away on the stage at work before rehearsal starts. I figured I needed to get my creative funny juices moving, therefore, I have a story to tell.<br />
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Once upon a time there was a day called Columbus Day. This is a lovely holiday for teachers because they receive the day off: the day off to do whatever they want to do. Usually getting caught up on work. This particular Columbus day, I had talked Will in to staying home from hunting. We both lazily woke up...ok I lazily woke up on that Monday morning. We discussed what we would do for the day. What should we do? I suggested bike riding in Las Colinas. There is a great trail out there and I felt like doing something active on such a beautiful day. I thought that he agreed, but before I could get off the phone with my dad asking about the bikes, Will had called some guy about dove hunting and had reserved a dove hunt that evening. Not even that evening...like 3:30. It was currently 12:00. There was no way we could go bike riding now.<br />
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<b>Communication error</b>: Will thought I was joking about bike riding. I thought he was joking about hunting. Joke is on me.<br />
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When I realized that he wasn't joking and that we really were going dove hunting that afternoon, I needed some support. I immediately text Christin. She is out in Abilene and would usually be my out at a time like this. Much like Brandon or Josh would be when I suggest a night at the ballet. <br />
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But don't worry my friends. We sure did stop by Rudy's to get BBQ before we hit the road.<br />
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So we are driving, driving, driving. Past Fort Worth, Past Burleson....into Godly, Texas. Yes there is a Godly, Texas. <br />
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We meet some guy at a shell gas station and he takes us to his land. We saw 1 bird. Will shot 1 bird. We were there five hours.<br />
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I get really restless and fidgety when hunting, plus, I had to go to the bathroom and wasn't about to rough it. So I suggested we play a game of pass and play words with friends. We got two turns in and Will gave up.<br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: small;">But don't you worry! We finished a good evening off with a good ole fashioned Captain D's dinner. A picture from my youth. There used to be one in Irving and we would frequent the establishment. There used to be coloring contests there all the time.</span> </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-29072012930668775872011-10-06T12:03:00.000-07:002011-10-06T12:03:31.804-07:00Our life in picturesLife as of late:<br />
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We went to Abilene, the church of Christ mecca, for Lectureship or Summit or whatever they are calling it now. We stopped at a gas station in Eastland:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LsoW0bBzss/To3ulg5VTLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dH9Jf3ZgJMk/s1600/photo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LsoW0bBzss/To3ulg5VTLI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dH9Jf3ZgJMk/s320/photo-1.jpg" width="320" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, you may have noticed two cop cars as was pointed out to me via a follower on Instagram. We pulled into this gas station to switch drivers and use their facilities. We switch drivers and because something always goes wrong when I get in the driver's seat. Something went wrong. I put it in reverse and this horrible sound was coming from my back tire when I would brake. Will got out, inspected it and called my dad. Then his resident church car guy. Then the manual. We decided it was a rock in the tire. But in this time behind us was an interesting situation occurring. Behind us was Barney Fife inspecting this guy's van. The inspectee was handcuffed and taken to the car. Then pulled out of the car. Then Barney Fife's buddy came and searched the van. Gave him the walk straight test and he failed miserably. Barney's second buddy showed up and now the suspect is handcuffed again and put into the front seat of squad car #2. But by then, we were leaving. Who knows what happened. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Later that week, I did this: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btymPXjsuRQ/To30FZ1q-PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SSybzIK7F3E/s1600/photo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-btymPXjsuRQ/To30FZ1q-PI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SSybzIK7F3E/s320/photo-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After I took that SAT for college graduates and began other things, like cleaning the house. One day I came home from working. All I wanted to lay on my wonderful couch and relax and this is what I found: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had heard the toe clippings the night before as I play my nightly solitaire game and catch up on words with friends but did not expect to find them on the floor. Clippers and all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It really is the mundane things in life that make me laugh. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">For example: Last Sunday I was fed up with having too many condiments and frozen wild game in our fridge that I could never find anything. I was tired of constantly buying chicken stock when I knew I had just bought it, but I couldn't find it. So I decided to attack the kitchen. I went straight to the fridge and began pulling stuff out, checking expiration dates and throwing things away. I started in the fridge, then moved to the freezer. This is what I found! JACKPOT!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I moved on to the pantry in a sullen mood and threw away 3 trashbags full of expired condiments, cereals, bisquik that is as old as our marriage, and spices that saw their beginnings in Abilene. I put everything back in a very organized spot and I placed our categorized condiments in the door of the fridge. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Yes, you counted right. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 Stubbs BBQ</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 Salt Lick BBQ</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 Sweet Baby Rays BBQ (there were two but I combined)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 bottles of Harolds (We had three but I combined two)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 Jack Daniels BBQ</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 can of Perini's BBQ</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you add all of those together, yes. That equals 7 bottles of BBQ sauce. 6 different kinds. Who has that many bbq sauces? </div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-35096798836301135482011-09-28T10:26:00.000-07:002011-09-28T10:26:43.252-07:00Another Day, Another Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNE5eRa8qY/ToNWqtCaouI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Rq_VNtmROCk/s1600/7922d6a7b139b610ad90d5a0f957d441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQNE5eRa8qY/ToNWqtCaouI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Rq_VNtmROCk/s320/7922d6a7b139b610ad90d5a0f957d441.jpg" width="290" /></a></div>Last week for a pep rally, the school dressed up in their best 1970's wear. Most students confused this decade with 1960's but we'll give them a little room to grow since everyone of these children were born in 1995 and above. This particular day I had this conversation with a student.<br />
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The students were discussing the 1970's fashions they had seen that day.<br />
Student #1: I don't know what they wore in the 70's. That was along time ago.<br />
Student #2: Yeah, I don't know. Kelsie, what did YOU wear in the 1970s?<br />
Me: Uhh, really?<br />
Student #2: (who I know pretty well...well enough for her to call me Kelsie) What?! I don't know when you were born!<br />
Me: Uh, 1986. I'm not 40.<br />
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Do your math children. Do your math.Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-64752759621432480202011-09-26T10:34:00.000-07:002011-09-26T10:34:36.904-07:00I didn't do it.Once upon a time...yesterday. It was a lovely Sunday and Will and I decided to go to a movie. He had been wanting to see this movie that Watermark Church had done (how I dream of going to a church that makes legit movies). It is called "Seasons of Grey." It is based on the story of Joseph. It is a pretty good movie. I would suggest it. Better done than Fireproof I must say. Anyway the lead character is Brady Grey. He is played by someone. But whoever it is...well just continue to read. So this is the guy that plays the lead.<br />
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You know Will, I never gave you a hard time when Tami Taylor was on TV. <br />
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<b>Student</b> <i>(coming into my room)</i>: Do we have a dance for Homecoming? Can you believe SGP is like in two weeks. That is crazy.<br />
<b>Me:</b> No, we do not have a dance. We are a church of Christ school which absolutely no dancing.<br />
<b>Student:</b> Do we get mums? I finally figured out why they call mums, mums.<br />
<b>Me: </b>Why?<br />
<b>Student: </b><i>(in all seriousness) </i>Because your mom makes them. <br />
<b>Me:</b> <i>(speechless and laughing - I couldn't hold it in. Forget considering the safety of the child's ego and all that nonsense they tell you in school)</i> Uhhhhhhh....not exactly. Maybe try, its because the flower in the middle is a mum.<br />
<b>Student:</b> Really? You're kidding. Ug, I'm never listening to so and so <i>(whoever told her that) </i>again! <br />
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Now I do not know many things but I do have an unusual love for mums. I will not lie when I say that I had ALL FOUR hanging on my wall until the day I got married. They only came down because my mom took them down and put them in a box. But have no fear...that box is in my office...at my house....the one I share with my husband. Come over and I'll pull the prized possessions out and show them to you. This being the case, I'm pretty sure that Texas High School Mums did not originate in England.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nope, definitely from this God blessed State: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkMwd8CTJ_Y/TmvVPUK3uJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mtH2VfJix44/s1600/nunst070.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RkMwd8CTJ_Y/TmvVPUK3uJI/AAAAAAAAAYk/mtH2VfJix44/s320/nunst070.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Along with the fall also comes lots of hunting shows. Our typical evening goes about like this: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will turns on the TV. It is either on the ESPN channel or the SPORTSMAN channel. He flips back and forth <i>(as he is doing right now as I type)</i>. I join him on the couch with something to do such as my phone, computer, book, craft, etc. He will eventually ask for his phone. I will hand it to him. He will go to the calendar app and look for dates. He will nonchalantly say, "What are we doing the....first weekend in October?" I will solemly reply, "You are going hunting." And he will giggle like a little girl cause I have caught him red handed and reply, "Not necessarily." I will reply. "Yes, you will. No matter how many or how few trips you have planned at the beginning of the season you will weasel your way into a few more and before you know it I'm a weekend hunting widow." He will say all while STILL giggling, "Nooooooooo. But IT HAS STARTED BABY!!! I LOVE HUNTING!" I just smile and nod. Some times he follows this with grabbing his bow and taking a few practice shots or taking his guitar and strumming the strings as if to play a good ole hunting song.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Finally the other day Will brought in his camo fleece blanket out of the garage that has been sitting there since we moved in...two years ago. We .... I ..... washed it and made it all clean again. This blanket it the blanket I made him for his birthday one year and the blanket I always used to wrap up in at his house in college because he's an eskimo and I'm something from the equator. He likes it 40 degrees, I prefer triple digits. We would hang out and watch whatever I wanted on TV. Good shows. Quality television. The recent conversation went like this: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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We are both under the blanket now because we are married and can sit close together....on the same cushion of the couch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Me:</b> Awe, I'm so glad that we got this blanket out. It's like college again. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Will:</b> Me too. I like it. <i>(I don't know if he actually said that, but for reinforcement of how important the quilt is and our time together....on the couch....is I will add it)</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Me:</b> <i>(in a happy and sweet tone)</i> It's like college again. We are sitting here on the couch, with this blanket........except we are not paying attention to each other. I'm on my phone playing solitaire and you have control of the remote.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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1. Will and I went and saw Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers last Thursday and it was AMAZING. 2nd best concert I have ever been to. My dad took me to go see Bond (an electric string quartet) when I was in high school and that was pretty ridiculous. Steve Martin was right on up there. Us and a bunch of blue hairs and frumpy artsy girls with their artsy skinny jean plaid shirt wearing boyfriends.<br />
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2. I made a nerdy joke in reference to my Steve Martin experience. And it goes like this.<br />
Will: Are you excited for Steve Martin?<br />
Me: Yeah. What am I going to wear? I'll probably have to shave my legs.<br />
Will: Probably<br />
Me: I really have to shave my PITS. HAH Get it...Pits...like a pit orchestra. We are going to the orchestra hall.<br />
Will: You are a nerd. (Usually when I make a nerdy comment that he declares as something that would have kept him from dating me in high school, he makes this light bulb blinking thing above my head...he did it that time)<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">But most importantly Copper the dog turned 2. This thing....is now a toddler. </div><br />
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I think it may have been either August 12 or 18th was when her birthday was. I remember being a Tuesday whatever date it was. ..... Well I just looked at a calendar and neither of those dates are Tuesdays. So, jokes on me I guess. Lets just say it was Thursday the 18 for funzies. Will and I went to PetCo to find a birthday present for the toddler. We scoured the store and found a "Treat Bar." So we got her lots of treats that looked like donuts, chocolate chip cookies, pretzels and such. This is a weird thought that crossed my mind while I was there. Why do dog toys resemble toddler toys? They do! In their color, function and design. Next time you have to go pick up a bag of science diet or Iams, check out the toys. Seriously. Anyway, We got her a cute little bone and threw her an impromptu party.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks mom and dad! I love the new PINK bone!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's pink cause she is a girl...contrary to PUPular belief. HAHA Get it! PUPlar...like POPular, except its a dog.<br />
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</tbody></table>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-30047854187872045502011-08-24T11:07:00.000-07:002011-08-24T11:07:10.424-07:00Some Beach Some WhereHoly Mother of Pearl...Two posts in three days! It must be the school year and we are either full of stories or at a computer long enough to document them.<br />
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First of all.... I wish I was saying hello from here:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Instead, I'm saying hello from my school desk, staring at a blank grey wall watching students highlight their scripts. So I'm going to go back to this lovely place of relaxation in my mind and tell you all about our vacation a couple of weeks ago! </div><br />
Where to start? I'll start with New Orleans. NOLA! It was awesome! We arrived in the Big Easy about 5 pm on a beautiful Friday evening...or what WAS a beautiful Friday evening. I bet you can't guess what the weather was like in NOLA? Yep. You know us well. It was raining. We come from a drought in the DFW area and are on vacation and it is raining. I swear we are like the rain makers or the rain man or something. So it was raining but water does not dampen our spirits. We checked into our bed and breakfast in the lower garden district. I will admit when I google mapped it, I was a little apprehensive to where we were staying. It looked like a warehouse district. But it was safe when we arrived and very welcoming. After checking in we made our way down to the reason for visiting NOLA... the french quarter. We ate a delicious cajun meal at The Gumbo Shop. Will got alligator sausage. Hmm. That was not a YUM HMMM that was a WEIRD HMMM. Then we set out to explore. Accidently ended up on Bourbon street, continued on Bourbon street, saw some very interesting things including but not limited to a woman booty dancing in a window next to a guy being shoved in the window by his best buddies and a "worker" flirting it up (fully clothed with her outfit in her backpack) with the regulars lined up outside. Yep, no question about it. We were on Bourbon. We turned around and headed toward the 2nd reason you go to NOLA, Cafe Du Monde. A funny story about this place.<br />
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Last time I was in NOLA it was on a family vacation. We were coming back from Destin and were stopping in over night. One of the things that we heard to definitely go do was Cafe Du Monde. So we did. Only my mom was stuck on us dressing up for it. So we go to the cool Alvin's Island in Destin and purchase beautiful summer dresses to wear to this "cafe." We don't even go to it. We stumble upon it while perusing the town. Its like an outside cafe with donuts..... It's a big joke in our family.<br />
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So I honored my mother and ate a few beignets at Cafe Du Monde. They were delicious!!<br />
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Because we are old, we turned in early to bed. Had a nice night and woke up the next morning to eat at only THE BEST RESTAURANT in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!<br />
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Gosh I love that place. My mouth is watering as I type about it. Will got some kind of eggs benedict.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">That is his "Oh My GOSH! This is soo good" face. Told ya!</div><br />
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I got the french toast. It is made on a poboy bun with lots of goodness. And two callas (rice balls). Delicious!!!<br />
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Then we were off to be educational. Cause I love learning. We visited the Destrehan plantation on the out skirts of New Orleans. It was where Interview With A Vampire was filmed. It was pretty cool. We learned alot. Like that when a boy turned 14 they got their own house and that the reason that rice is so popular in the south is because they have no local grains. Who knew!?<br />
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Then we were off. Driving driving driving and driving some more through a whole lot of traffic. But because all of our vacations revolve around food and restaurants we had to stop at The Oyster House in Mobile, Alabama.<br />
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This is Will at the Oyster House. We ate there twice. Once on the way there and once on the way back.<br />
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We finally arrived in Orange Beach and made our selves at home in our condo with our friends and their children, played on the beach and began to fully enjoy beach life. On Monday we rented a pontoon boat with the whole group and putted around the bay for a few hours. One of the boats had two decks and a slide. Here I am going off like a true mom. Holding her nose and flailing.<br />
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Immediately after that I hit the water and came up....with only half a swim suit top on. There is a picture. I will not be posting it.<br />
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The day or two after we went for a cruise around the bay the wind and waves were REDICulous. Out of control. So the ladies made me grab a boogie board and hit the waves. I had never boogie boarded correctly before. I still have not ever boogie boarded correctly. But I sure look like I know what I am doing with that cool tye die board and the velco strip wrapped around my wrist.<br />
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And that about sums up our vacation. We had to leave early because I started work that week but all in all we had a great week. After coming home we spent two days here and were off again to go hang out with my college room mates in Horseshoe Bay by Austin. If you have every been there...pretty legit...and pretty good and expensive pina coladas at their pool side cabana bar.<br />
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This is us lakeside in Horseshoe Bay:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now back to reality. Next up... Copper's Birthday. </div><br />
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We live the life of nomads. As a result our home is only a transition point during the months of June, July and August to dump our things, repack and leave again. We have been everywhere this summer. New Mexico, Austin, Alabama, etc. Our most recent trip we went to Gulf Shores, Alabama and it was wonderful!!<br />
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</tbody></table><div>What did we do while we were there you ask? Oh so much but certainly not enough. But that is not why I am here today. I will discuss our two weeks of vacation later this week. Why I am at my computer today on a lovely Sunday afternoon after a wonderful fajita meal at a local mexican restaurant, watching the Three Amigos dreading next Sunday when Sunday afternoon football starts and hearing my husband snore in the other room is because I need to make a confession. A confession that should only be made on TLC during an episode of some cleaning/style reality show.<br />
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</div><div>I have the DIRTIEST house in America. I am embarrassed. This is not the way my mother raised me. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Neicy Nash about arose from my closet to slap me silly on the sheer disgustingness of my house. I have spent most of my weekend playing the role of Cinderella cleaning this dump of a home. </div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had stuff piled up everywhere, closet doors were unable to shut, we had friendly unwanted animals living with us in our nook and cranies of our home. It was sad. I am not a clean freak by any means but when my house gets disorderly and nasty, my life gets disorderly and nasty. My sweet husband, on Friday, changed the sheets on the bed, MADE the bed, put his clothes away and cleaned the kitchen. Isn't he just special? Yes, he is. So I came home on Friday I figured I needed to get with it and begin. So I did. I started in the office and worked my way across the house. I have a compulsion where my cleaning must be orderly. ie - from one side of the house to the other, laundry first, pick up all things then clean surfaces. I did not get very far because I spent most of Friday evening in the office. The closet, where I keep my crafts, and my desk, where I pile school stuff were insane. I couldn't even see my desk or shut the doors of the closet. I found lots of things though. Like... the top of my desk, I found that. Then I found Will's camp binocs as the real hunters call them. That is short for binoculars if any of you city folk are not familiar with the lingo. I found some yarn and a knitting book (another one of those crafts I impulsively bought at Hobby Lobby and then never finished) and lots and lots of scrap book paper. It was a good cleaning but it took forever. When I finished I headed out to run a couple of errands and grab some dinner at Rudy's. It has been so long since we have...I have had....barbeque in this house it was seeming a little odd. It's usually a staple...like flour, butter and ozarka water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div></div></div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-6238001550061258852011-08-01T13:59:00.000-07:002011-08-01T13:59:43.147-07:00The morrises are home....until Friday. This has been one busy summer. I just got back from Royal Family Kids Camp and it was wonderful! My two sweet campers were perfect and made the week enjoyable. We did so many things like arts and crafts, singing, dancing, swimming and even a slip and slide. In which I learned that I am totally inept at doing. I went down it four times...<br />
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Time number 1: I stopped about five feet from the top.<br />
Time number 2: I completed it successfully with one of my campers.<br />
Time number 3: I got going so fast that I slid right through the person's legs that was trying to catch me right into the muddy grass.<br />
Time number 4: This time I went with Christin. Right before we went the men managing the start of the slide made this huge deal about not landing on your knees because it tears up the mat. So I was focused on that but them Christin started cheering and talking to me as we were running to dive on to the slipnslide and I lost my concentration and did not even dive. Like seriously like just kept running and then stopped, fell on my rear and slid the rest of the way down.<br />
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On the other hand, I'm pretty artistic. Here is what we did in our cabin!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was our door. We decided that we would paint the tree on the fabric. I began painting and then remembered that fabric has small holes in it that paint will seep through. Disaster averted though, I had only painted the trunk. Christin came to the rescue with some extra poster board and we continued on our way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">However he broke up with me. This is an actual conversation held over the dinner table.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: Nicholas broke up with me over the week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Will: What? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Me: He felt neglected. I didn't have time to play the game so he felt neglected because I was not spending enough time with him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Difficult one. Isn't it?</div>Will and Kelsiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15537526576761734472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7331053754833389190.post-70553827639270857142011-07-21T11:04:00.000-07:002011-07-21T11:04:26.624-07:00The Morrises are back in town...for 5 days. Then I am off again to Royal Family Kids Camp. Last week we got the pleasure or the pain (whichever way you view it) of cooking for Camp of the Hills in Marble Falls. Again our summer continues to be a reflection of the show Sister Wives. We even took a picture that I would love to share but I can not keep up with my camera cards.<br />
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1st, I would like to share a serious matter.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As I was definitely not on facebook and being a good example for the teens I ran across this post from one of my past campers. THIS is why I do what I do! It is funny how things come full circle in your life. The summer between my freshman and sophomore year of college I was a counselor at a camp. The theme was Freedom and we did something with bands that symbolized things you are a slave to. Each camper got one for everything they were a "slave" to and on Thursday of the week we had a big todo and a few of the counselors cut them off. It was pretty cool and changed the way I think about things but never in my life would I have imagined that my little freshmen campers would have dreams of doing the same one day for their campers. Never would I have thought that my shy self would have made an impact like that. Who woulda thunk. THIS is why I do what I do. Sweet Melissa who is now at ACU AND a siggie was a counselor and made this post on her facebook. I could go on forever but I'll summarize by: That is pretty dad gum cool. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On to my next thing. Not so serious. I have this materialistic, 13 year old girl, 21st century habit of having to play on my phone a little bit before I go to bed. I usually play solitaire...as proof of this.... 2368 + 312. That would be the amount of games of solitaire played on the precious iphone. I'm lonely. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But while I was at camp of the hills (the only camp so far...where 1. I had to sleep in a bunk bed. and 2. I had 3G and cell service from my bed.) I decided during a special nap time that I would download a few new games to play. I came across a baby maker app. It was free. So I downloaded it as I have always been curious of what my future babies will look like. My cousins and uncle and aunt have reputations of creating the most attractive babies ever so I feel that Will and I have high expectations ahead of us in like 10 years when we have kids. So I need to know what to expect. It is this app where you plug in a picture of the virtual "father" and the virtual "mother." So I did that and came up with a some what cute child that looked nothing like the two of us. I did it again, I got a similar product. Then I did it a third time. I picked two very stunning pictures of Will and I and the iphone computed it. I think it is a sham. This is what it came up with...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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