tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39859194090690111922024-02-20T19:12:11.595-06:00just another day in paradiseRamblings and musings from our crazy, ordinary, manic life. Enjoy the journey.Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.comBlogger334125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-31816021503634015702013-06-19T12:20:00.001-05:002013-06-19T12:20:27.729-05:00Rachel Kendrick<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>How are you?</div><div><a href="<a href="http://www.arcinnovations.com.au/nw/e/u/fxn/apx/wp.html">http://www.arcinnovations.com.au/nw/e/u/fxn/apx/wp.html</a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Rachel Kendrick</span><br></div></div>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-24644569295378916572013-06-19T12:19:00.001-05:002013-06-19T12:19:21.126-05:00Rachel Kendrick<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>How are you?</div><div><a href="<a href="http://truenorthsports.ca/qlkepxsm/yu/dgk/a/b/dw.html">http://truenorthsports.ca/qlkepxsm/yu/dgk/a/b/dw.html</a></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16px; font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal;"><span style="text-decoration:underline;">Rachel Kendrick</span><br></div></div>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-62010655426169414042013-01-10T23:33:00.001-06:002013-01-10T23:33:09.741-06:00Thoughts from an ADHD workoutI might have missed a few <span style="font-size: xx-small;">hundred </span><span style="font-size: small;">workouts over the holidays. Like every other chubby person out there, I jumped on the New Year's Resolution bandwagon. My mental play by play follows. Don't judge. Seriously. It's not nice.</span><br />
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<li>Let's do this.</li>
<li>No, seriously, I can totally do this. I just need to buckle down and lose those pounds.</li>
<li>Oh, look, a basketball game.</li>
<li>Which way are we walking today? </li>
<li>Ooh, there's people. Let's go this way.</li>
<li>Music. I need music.</li>
<li>I should come every day this week.</li>
<li>Ooh, Facebook. I have a message.</li>
<li>Music. Must have music.</li>
<li>This is easy. </li>
<li>Yep, start strong.</li>
<li>I might have a salad tomorrow. This healthy stuff is easy.</li>
<li>Why don't I do this more?</li>
<li>Whoa. That guy walks funny.</li>
<li>2 points! Good job guys!</li>
<li>I could never be a physical therapist! I can't get over how funny that guy walks!</li>
<li>Why are all these old people walking so slow?!?</li>
<li>How long have I been walking?</li>
<li>My timer must be wrong.</li>
<li>I like this song!</li>
<li>What is up with that guy's hip?!?</li>
<li>I think I run funny.</li>
<li>I could come back tomorrow.</li>
<li>If I run funny, how can I be so critical of someone else's gait?</li>
<li>Supper. Hmm, I don't have a clue.</li>
<li>Wow. This is harder than I remember.</li>
<li>Defense, guys! Come on!!</li>
<li>I think I know her.</li>
<li>Maybe I should order a pizza.</li>
<li>Nope. That's not her.</li>
<li>Where did that little old lady come from?</li>
<li>Dude. She's kicking my butt.</li>
<li>I HATE this song.</li>
<li>I can totally beat her.</li>
<li>I'm sweating. </li>
<li>My muscles hurt.</li>
<li>Crap. Now we're walking beside each other.</li>
<li>This is awkward. It looks like we're together.</li>
<li>A pizza might be good.</li>
<li>Yes, I got her. Can't beat me.</li>
<li>When did I start breathing this hard?</li>
<li>Tomorrow's no good.</li>
<li>Pizza. Definitely pizza.</li>
<li>Where'd the hip guy go?</li>
<li>Is that me I can hear breathing.</li>
<li>There's where I started.</li>
<li>Yeah, the day after tomorrow is no good either.</li>
<li>I didn't even know I had a muscle there.</li>
<li>I made it.</li>
<li>Crap. My keys are over there.</li>
<li>Where's the car.</li>
<li>How could I have gained weight in my legs?!? They feel like they weigh 100 pounds each.</li>
<li>Almost. . .t h e r e. . . </li>
<li>My gym membership has to expire eventually. . .</li>
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Obviously, I haven't yet recovered enough to go back. It's a mental and physical workout when you have ADHD. . . : )Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-66114870267868255502013-01-10T23:08:00.000-06:002013-01-10T23:08:42.379-06:00One of those things that drives me nutsFor whatever reason, I can't stand when people use ( :<br />
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EVERYONE knows it should be : )Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-91615450480145639562013-01-03T22:20:00.001-06:002013-01-03T22:20:46.220-06:00ApologiesThe truth is. . .I miss blogging. It allows me to express joy, frustration, mindless chatter in a way that is far cheaper than actual therapy. I've checked. : ) <br />
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If you expect to find the answers to all of life's problems, you're probably in the wrong place. If you want to find out just how awesome my kids are or what random, insane thing my family is mixed up in now, stick around. I can wow and amaze on those terms.<br />
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So, it's going to take me some time to get the hang of this blogging thingy again. (Plus, I've found pinterest, which has significantly shortened my free time.)<br />
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I shall now leave you with the following truth. Honestly, I "borrowed" it from somewhere on the internet, but I don't remember where.<br />
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May all your days be good days!Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-73995425739205794622013-01-01T21:18:00.000-06:002013-01-01T21:18:25.174-06:00So, how've you been?Like every other slacker around, I'm making the typical new year's resolution list. . .lose weight, blog more, yada, yada. So, if anyone's out there, I plan on sharing a little more of our crazy, wonderful life. (SO MANY CHANGES: new job, new house, summer vacations in Pennsylvania, New York, and Disneyland, a furry new member of the family, etc.) Sssooo, come on in, and stay awhile. Make yourself at home. Would you like a diet dr. pepper while you wait? : )Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-72065944077936409742011-12-18T22:33:00.001-06:002011-12-18T22:33:14.945-06:00New mottoThere's a reason God made 'em family. You sure wouldn't pick 'em as friends! : )<br /><br />Enjoy the holidays, peeps! : )<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-59865808395939999522011-10-19T18:52:00.001-05:002011-10-19T18:52:52.752-05:00The Power of the CrownI was once the Beef Princess. I've blogged about it before and even included a picture on here before. . .it was a long time ago, and about the only thing currently useful about thar distinction I'd the crown Kady gets to play with.<br /><br />Moving on. <br /><br />Today was Kady's day to bring something for show and tell. She very carefully and proudly took my crown, trophy, and a newspaper clipping to show the kids. <br /><br />Then, after I picked Kady up, I made a phone call to my bank. I guess Kady thought I needed a little help with my request, because in the background Kady was saying, "tell them you're the beef princess!!". Then, in a little sigh and a voice full of hope, I heard, "I wish I could be the beef princess." I only wish that crown held as much power as she thinks it does. . .<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-40411900510150451072011-07-20T16:35:00.001-05:002011-07-20T16:35:32.294-05:00Our new camperThis post is mostly for my mom, who wanted to see pictures of our new camper. Here's the full size shower...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5631551148204502914'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiv2O0v4kcTfV_qtINTO0mEk7nvbJSE6FHwTzURyQM3jET8ifOdP5i8v0wB2_rJDtVmpOE6JVgOuRozZrkCi0dixcjL0YMN8vbqdoZIKQ5FIrCetHnZHfIkxMtbB-kqvooTeG3xpa3H17/s288/17.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And the bedroom...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5631551204197503282'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqKAGFXnZ9MJ_QbW5rTqjSGTOaMXLp9jP6yqfjnn05xh8jR42g_pvOt1m99IEy3pQ1P9-l3IGsSHSARJbE8mJm7g0QlGeEkeBTpE0l0inUqhrRMIfjLdTs-mN37T0WW3fbn8Op4_Md70UR/s288/16.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And living area/dining as you walk in the door...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5631551258509844658'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgJaYrPde9xpyJg4NLi_Qzb8P2-oqxrHYUqDjYeMjUhl1bqDm7iJp2yi9hTrJ3cH3pCbH83yIal4RkbB639y4GWS9wFLlHo7lpgJm-QH85GQCoa6uKEDjOtTIlG8eqOMqySO2FG9KduNA/s288/15.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And the kitchen<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5631551307790977154'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSvNAT0B4YDtXsEjgkv2XVLZD20jHoC9oo7mPoJAZgADQhmooPnL71ZvTwy1G0Zc8KH0W4LKl8FxLrPICXvuAklAr6FJ7rWlt1Yp-NMTDrvylBiGs_-nwAsvzhCDo76BMA1mSF2MDxBmDN/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />And looking back towards the bedroom from the kitchen.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5631551360759994978'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7MJfAJfVUh_2G9ObkMBswyauahHsUqcYG7RxgtKD_Uv_CHx3G6XlkKv04AnpWIHgGO07s59GaFxhjdTT2vR6MsLLhnFGC4xw2a1r9fIrgpImoAEzKG03CDlgm52Eppv0_qD8OVfv2ate/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-65496863183897304882011-05-15T22:25:00.001-05:002011-05-15T22:25:03.439-05:00An absolutely wonderful mother's dayI got to do exactly what I wanted for mother's day. We rode horses. Kady even rode with us and didn't have an asthma attack!! I'm hoping my summer involves many more days of this...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5607149799105999378'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkhe7ehJnhXozJIK0a-J5HnWHaEbSa58xZSKSO6kwThVAsrGiUpEgfTCrWgU_9aF0FfNZBdz4FgjTW4kRmpuAEcJ60fpXklodsbfuK2_UFvxWmWFofabxtCN-8M9ctNMyWpKauBkJzBYY/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-25435540729169838882011-04-25T21:38:00.001-05:002011-04-25T21:38:09.479-05:00You can't argue with her logic..."Mama, it's been raining for days!". (It has.)<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599715991787104946'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7WKt4g8CCMvQTayzkquLIP33csBPMjMk99ordZfiw_ewdE9KPEJ2DFpOLwjkgoMr1s4B3C1KRgKUhTGTW4Fn_2KBHt5sh233MHvT1X8HbNp44TPS1HWRGgZcud3bBY1zL1FR2GW2VBa1/s288/14.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"Make it stop. I want the sunshine to come out."<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599716009608938802'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinPUnCRuVwRzdCwGIYatT98H78U7LSUWAs4KHek53ZLs3zeCENmDONkzAdKzOcbPfmrMN5pWEJR9z1RfQJNr0BvAyEqPP0at8idMghXEVxF8GjyLtaALSZKU2rWOz9oGDHgZL2PiDaJc1A/s288/13.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />We need rain to make the flowers grow, Kady...<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599716023395982322'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdImWDyEHyBiw8WtB9EjeqDZ324ibyysCnblUhyonMSTSwn3CmZR8ivXTmDwc6eLdX1l7BDJHs8BptsWgQIGFUF6aYcXWU4-qvC9fo4XRjRJA7rAX_qzu6VImgut399cCuQ2-3GRV1aRM/s288/12.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />"But we need sunshine, too!!!!!"<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-43229834162081846962011-04-24T13:42:00.001-05:002011-04-24T13:42:08.378-05:00Easter Fun!Being silly at the end of our photo session.<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599222203795158658'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEvXQ76woC4VMHfaOQsSQhBSjxOrYTW2Td-0I9ren9L_vf5yTh-2WStvXBXeUQb-FF1rrxgtbjvrauBUuwdaoE5KvK2rlq-RURjHRDHCEci4dTk-LXdtegRqOZNlBV47Ehl82GDMhJW5i/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Kyler with Miriam and Jeremiah <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599222223590283138'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9PawJzUhby1zkC7v5pbezhx7Wo9oA5Ga4_5jH_daUawLplSoA7ikpLeSOHIsBKFW9AKmRYiXRxLtro8sMAj2NaJ1xCz9Wzcwou4bLCwD71DkxvcP7v_1KtXwMsJaAtKtkwYasBxjbih0/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />The girl cousins<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599222241941141634'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRMV_TqWxH7aJTt3TBd8NM8Owmo0OWVLELi0mxBhf6TThUjbxFx8Xu9fP-2MJsRpwZdktTWffV1e_sI_m1D2tyR4XdKTZCzcTiwxJM1-bAq0zvr3oikv7KtLNRxIEDMMZ6nTyNrgNd4MK2/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Nana and papa with the grandkids <br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599222260276633666'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQ2rqw2UtOf7oYJOirfnQJnCJ-OWvfMXf9GsJQIlAzs88kOckmVM31qY5zrYwLTNCQdfDxpzd9pCN3oKT1Igw6lpG5HJhytaVvwiuPa6Puua4R84_lHXM2PP4wbMZqD3ZVTFFNVHK5-yb/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Kady, kyler, and moi<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5599222278382205746'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkYZmJM47TYDy0-Ksq5R6Kcjw2rFUiUqkKQazRRChi1uEuKviNnfqgejkdQp8CI2EHm52x8-EVLdmBbngW_FARi5qVJmykB8rtuhnk1gRRxobrpna4IKuF0e85oF6svSyICuoR40iMHdz/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-41521901102757538142011-04-21T21:17:00.001-05:002011-04-21T21:17:01.419-05:00The princess can handle itKady has always been more prissy and girly than I've ever dreamed of being. The child thinks pink is the only acceptable color. I've often wondered if this "princess attitude" would hamper her ability to be independent. I feel much better after last weekend's events.<br /><br />Kady was in the bathroom, getting ready for church, when I heard the most high-pitched, girly scream you can imagine.<br /><br />"augh!! A spider!!"<br /><br />This was quickly followed by her very practical, no nonsense statement of "what should I whack it with.". She then proceeded to kill the attack spider with my sneaker. You know, I'm thinking a child that can kill her own spiders is going to be ok in the world. : )<br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-42518826599219874692011-04-20T21:00:00.001-05:002011-04-20T21:00:01.064-05:00Testing, testing...Branson mini vacation over spring break<br /><br /><center><a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/105694793510605221457/JustAnotherDayInParadise?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGehb_MqM7U8wE#5597850753118145698'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvkusesICcoVeRBvJYnrOrvApO7lP8RA8tc7tP54gUA4uSh1MEgO7t_vQktZXyCy3E07JTXOMLyq6pXo6wyUnboqjlN2FlmsJ7QWQaQWFkWW-dvBr4vUAjGUIi3X6bF7QPkd__4yQgDsC/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone<br />Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-69441539582576326442011-01-24T15:22:00.000-06:002011-01-24T15:34:20.759-06:00recent kady-ismsWhen the dance teacher mentioned the ambulance going by (with siren blaring) and said she hoped everyone was ok, kady said, "they're probably just checking to make sure no one's hurt."<br /><br />When we were late to dance again...Kady said, "it's ok, mom, remember? She said last week that it's ok!"<br /><br />While talking to herself on the way to church..."everyone should always do what God wants, always...and whoever has the most glitter WINS!"<br /><br />While setting up chutes and ladders, "I want to play by myself, because I DON't LIKE TO LOSE!!!" Hmm, not sure where that trait comes from...Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-54129789562682808132010-12-22T12:26:00.001-06:002010-12-28T15:08:16.326-06:00My baby on our four-legged baby last spring<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkNSSNJ16yh6JIXWPqRagX1RDJltIv3_2RBtCQlklIDcN7gQg0dS0ZQOjuqHiuy9QzYluQ7p3MdfmhyphenhyphenLSHd0_-ZYx815bHfwXWHUyspYvd2xi3RBLeQ6c11o4fxqaCQKHiJUr57QcbI5M/s1600/DSCF3134.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCkNSSNJ16yh6JIXWPqRagX1RDJltIv3_2RBtCQlklIDcN7gQg0dS0ZQOjuqHiuy9QzYluQ7p3MdfmhyphenhyphenLSHd0_-ZYx815bHfwXWHUyspYvd2xi3RBLeQ6c11o4fxqaCQKHiJUr57QcbI5M/s320/DSCF3134.JPG" /></a> </div><br />kyler on Junebug, spring 2010 <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-79265779195711071912010-10-07T11:39:00.000-05:002010-10-07T11:39:00.128-05:00good questionWe had to make a stop at the doughnut shop yesterday morning. Yes, we HAD to. I promised Kady. (And it had nothing to do with the fatty, gooey goodness that was in the doughnut shop. . .) <br /><br />[wipes crumbs off shirt]<br /><br />Anyway, as we're waiting in line, Kady noticed the dogcatcher in line in front of us. I didn't even know she knew what the dogcatcher's truck looked like, but apparently he sometimes stops in at the-best-babysitter-in-the-world's house to visit with her husband/talk to the kids. (I told you Paradise was a small town!)<br /><br />After pointing out the dogcatcher, Kady asked, "Mom, why are there not cat catchers?" <br /><br />I explained that I thought the dog catcher did double-duty, catching what needed to be caught.<br /><br />Kady, however, knew that couldn't be right. After all, the dog catcher has dog paw prints painted on his truck but NO cat prints.<br /><br />So. . .why are there no cat catchers? : )Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-11022593660419526302010-10-06T11:35:00.002-05:002010-10-06T11:38:52.880-05:00kady: attitude and sass aboundEven wonder what exactly my daughter's personality would look like in the form of clothing? <br /><br />[Well, pretend you have.]<br /><br />Look no farther. I could not have summed up her personality better than the outfit she has on today. She's wearing pink cowboy boots, a pink and yellow tutu, and a t-shirt that reads "saw it, wanted it, had a fit, got it--Cowgirls Unlimited."<br /><br />THAT is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kady</span> girl.Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-22851323849241005612010-09-15T16:19:00.003-05:002010-09-15T16:27:02.478-05:00RIP EllieItem # 387, 423 "they" didn't tell you about before you had children:<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kady</span> attended an awesome birthday party this weekend. It had a circus theme complete with a jump house and clowns. The clowns provided face painting and balloon animals (none of that scary clown stuff!). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kady</span> chose a balloon elephant, which miraculously did not get popped. If this had been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kyler's</span> balloon, he would have popped it within five minutes, had a minor meltdown, and moved on. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kady</span> on the other hand, has named her elephant. She even tucks him in under a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">blankie</span> each night.<br /><br />Last night, we noticed Ellie (the balloon elephant) was slowly dying. . .or deflating for those of you still in the real world. Poor Ellie is suffering a slow, horrible death, which is traumatizing my daughter. She wakes up and immediately checks to see how Ellie is doing. We get home, and she determines how much more air Ellie has left. Unfortunately, Ellie is on his last breath (forgive the pun), and there's nothing this mama can do. . .unless someone can teach me how to make a balloon elephant in the next 12-48 hours. . .Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-71123516931162007322010-08-13T15:36:00.004-05:002010-08-13T15:44:25.477-05:00Monkey What?<div align="center">I bought a candle last weekend, which is not an unusual occurrence for me. I love candles. This is the first time I've ever bought a candle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">with</span> this particular scent, however. One look at the candle and I could not resist. It was definitely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">original</span>, and the scent was. . .um, different--<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">not</span> bad different, just different. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The scent? </div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center">\</div><div align="center">/</div><div align="center"><strong>Monkey Farts</strong>. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Yep, you read that right. I'm saving it to use as a prank gift at Christmas (so if you're related to me, watch out. . .). I didn't realize monkeys were indigenous to Mississippi. . .Did you?</div>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-60035359387899505972010-08-12T10:37:00.003-05:002010-08-12T10:56:09.146-05:00The NEW Crocodile HunterKev knows no fear. The man loves adrenaline. He gladly tries any new adventure. Learning to ski as an adult? Done it. Hunt mysterious animals in the middle of nowhere? Repeatedly. Try the world's largest roller coaster? Sure, let's do it again. . .<br /><br />Luckily for Kev, our little man, Kyler, is also quite the adventurer. He's tough as can be and loves trying new things. I have to constantly tell him not to run his horse, because fast is the only speed that boy knows. He kinda reminds me of Hammy on caffeine from <em>Over the Hedge</em>--remember that scene?<br /><br />And then we had a girl. Kev worried and fretted about what this would mean. He has no sisters. He had no idea what to do with a girl. Tiaras and tea cups were foreign to my big, burly husband. Somewhere in that big jumble of chromosomes that is Kady, however, is the speed gene. Kady's first trip on the 4-wheeler ended with the words, "Go fast, Daddy, go fast!" This pink-loving, dress-wearing little girl is Kev's little adrenaline junky. (We went to a Japanese steak house this weekend. Her narrative of the events glossed over the FIRE, and instead, detailed our near-death driving experience and the fact that we drove SO FAST!!)<br /><br />This morning, Lightning McKady was reminiscing. (Who knew 3-year-olds had so much to reminisce about. . .)<br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Mom, remember when you, me, Daddy, and Brother went in that little boat down the river? </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center">Yep. That boat is called a canoe.</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, it would have been more fun if there had been crocodiles.</span></em></div>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-26283456380306582242010-08-06T15:42:00.002-05:002010-08-06T15:57:08.443-05:00and the award goes to. . .We're in Mississippi--again!! We're on one last before-school-starts trip to see Kev. It was a very boring, uninspiring trip down here. . .until we were five minutes from our destination. That's when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kady</span> decided she had to go to the bathroom and SHE COULD NOT WAIT. If you have kids, you know that when kid has to go, you better find a bathroom NOW. We stopped at the first gas station we came to, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">with </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kady</span> assuring me the entire time that she was JUST ABOUT TO GO--NOW!! We took one look at the bathroom, and I freaked. I've seen nasty, but this was radioactive. (Brief synopsis: unisex bathroom with visual filth, dirty mop and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mop water</span> in front of toilet, broken-long-ago soap dispenser and sink, mysterious cup sitting next to toilet, etc.) I immediately threatened my daughter within an inch of her life if she touched anything--including t<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">he</span> sink. (I asked if she was sure <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">she</span> couldn't wait, and ever the optimist, she said, "um, maybe I can wait," as she danced in place. . .) I held her over the toilet and we did the "hover pee" maneuver that many of us perfected back when gas stations had outside bathrooms with keys the size of a yardstick that you had to go inside and ask for(remember those?). We then found anything we could thing of to try to sanitize our hands, e.g., Germ-X, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">saniwipes</span>, bleach, mysterious acid found in car. . .The wait is on to see if we caught something contagious. . .If you need to know where the nastiest bathroom in America is, I can show you--well, at least tell you. I'm not ever going back there!Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-17389928842422089532010-08-02T15:15:00.007-05:002010-08-02T15:34:15.858-05:00Mickey Mouse, a Dream, and a Rebel Named Nutt<div align="left">Alternately Titled: <em>I've ruined her geography skills for life</em> or <em>Squashing a Dream</em></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.graspingforobjectivity.com/2009/07/geography-pre-k-style.html"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Some people give birth to children that have MAD geography <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SkILz</span>.</span> </a>I do not. Sure, my daughter can find her way around the small town of Paradise, but then, if you can walk in a straight line, so can you. The problem became apparent when Kev began talking about a job in Florida, you know, where the mouse with big ears and the princess in a shiny palace live. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ssssooooo</span>, like so many insane parents out there, we tentatively began (possibly) planning a summer getaway to Disney World. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Alas, the job in Florida was not to be. Instead, Kev wound up in Mississippi--still hot, still a Southern state, but not quite the same. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kady</span>, however, became completely confused. This confusion grew as our impending travel date to Mississippi grew closer. Somehow, my attempts to ease this confusion made it worse. Our conversations went something like this.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kady</span>: I want to go to Mickey-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ippi</span>.<br /><br />Me: We ARE, but we're not going to Disney World.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kady</span>: Uh-huh. I want to go to Mickey-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ippi</span> AND go to MICKEY'S HOUSE. </div><div align="left"><em></em></div><div align="left"><em>(At which time, she would become so excited that all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rationalization</span> was lost.)</em><br /><br />Thus, I fear her attitude towards Mississippi shall forever be biased. . .although on the plus side, this could insure that I NEVER, EVER have to cheer for this man again. . .<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500911488702866034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7UsLmoroKTHrItJZpu8Zdo1p64-V7iAHTsGZKvQte649MpM-ciKuNWYWFV9g5Gr3KP-i1RB-PtQGwsC9BEdsqSFUEnN7FjPR7_f8IO8EB2O9wsdZ3UEp08buSLctNn1jm9XDkW3zYZe7/s320/bf28a4252b5602be.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you, Mickey-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ippi</span>, thank YOU.</span></p>Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-62038088741604312502010-07-27T23:14:00.000-05:002010-07-27T23:20:36.106-05:00my redneck gripe with the rebelsHubs is working in Mississippi these days. We visited him this past weekend. My biggest complaint with the grand state of Mississippi? Y'alls bathrooms in your Wal-Marts are backwards. The women's bathroom is on the side that the men's should be on. Yes, you may judge me, but please, please be nice about it. My fragile redneck self can't take too much criticism after the fun (but tiring) weekend we had.Rachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985919409069011192.post-8107975815616411202010-07-15T19:40:00.005-05:002010-07-15T19:50:48.627-05:00dear mr. postmanPlease excuse the rant...it had to go somewhere.<br /><br />Dear Mr. Postman, <br /><br />I'm not sure what has you so confused lately. Whether it's the fact that my last name AND address are posted on my mailbox or the fact that you've been delivering our mail for 4 years now, please overcome the obstacle so that I might get MY mail and NOT my neighbor's. After a long day at work, it does me no good to find medicaid notices for the neighbor's dozen kids (with a dozen last names) or their mail from their parole officer or their (continuing) unemployment benefit status or their subscription to Pit Bull Illustrated...Whatever it takes is worth it. By the way, can I interest you in a beautiful house in a wonderful neighborhood? I hear it's got great neighbors...<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Rachel in ParadiseRachel@just another day in paradisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10045841426378572740noreply@blogger.com5