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As promised… the pics

Posted in Parenting, growing up on June 23, 2008 by unsystematic

Here’s baby. (and do please note our immaculate green lawn in the background that he works very hard for!)

and Jen… see that little cover right behind his bum… that’s where I sit, there’s a seat under that cover!

He’s HAWT!

and just to make you smile… here’s a pic of our bear who just lost his two front teeth yesterday… they were both very loose and we knew they were comin any day now…he lost one eatin wings but was scared to pull the other for fear that he’d “look stupid”… so if you see the bear with no teeth… tell him how AWESOME he looks!

Victory

Posted in Uncategorized on June 14, 2008 by unsystematic

so we spent the day together yesterday.  Our last available day alone before we had a house full of responsibility and joy!  We decided we were going to head to the witchita Mtns on the motorcycle.  We got up, headed to IHOP to share a Colorado Omelette and then decided we were going to run by our great friend Jim Anderson’s motorcycle shop to have the front pegs we ordered put on before we headed out.  well… we never left there… until after 5.  You see, trent fell in love with another… it was love at first site.  I’ll attach a picture of the newest addition to our family… it’s not the actual one, but you’ll get the idea… he won’t let me take a picture of him with her until we get her cleaned up.  Her name is Victory Hammer Austin.  Stay tuned for an actual picture of her and Trent together.

our Vic has mild ape bars and a different set of pipes… just like her daddy.  :)

yes.  we went in for pegs and came out with this beauty!  I’m sure you’ll see him on her this weekend if you look.

 

the end of Unsystematic

Posted in Uncategorized on April 29, 2008 by unsystematic

Now its time to say goodbye to Keri and all her blogs

Thank you to all my good and faithful readers all three of you.  If youre still reaching Cindys blog through minenow is the time to bookmark www.cindybeall.com

See you around!

Simple thoughts -> Attaction -> Flirting -> Innocent gatherings -> Cheating -> Affairs ->

Posted in Uncategorized on April 25, 2008 by unsystematic

I guess Im pretty passionate about marriage because I know first hand what broken homes and blended families are about. 

If you think marriage is hard try adding in exs, visitation, support, new wives, step mom for your children the list goes on and on. 

Ive been the daughter of a step mom and stepdad Ive been the mother of a son who had a stepmother and Im now a stepmother myself.

I was talking to a friend of mine the other day asking her if she ever thought about how lucky she is that her parents are still married.  Not only are her parents still married but her husbands parents are still married and shes working on her 8th year of marriage herself happy and healthy.  Its just so rare these days.  Yet its the way God designed it to be. 

There was talk of a couple of coworkers up here at my work having an affair.  Which was shocking to me simply because I thought so much of this guy (who was married with child and one on the way).  Now note, that I still dont know if it was/is true but it disturbed me to no end none the less.  So much so that I wanted to leave him a note simply stating

I know its none of my business but I really feel led to tell you that right now, in this small moment of time, you are ONLY thinking of yourself.  You are thinking of how good this woman makes you feel superficially.  You are thinking of shallow happiness and self gratification.  What you are not thinking of is losing your wife.  Losing your children.  Being alone.  Not waking up with your kids, not tucking them into bed at night.  Your kids now being in public schools and daycare because their single mom is now forced to work.  You living in a crappy apartment or duplex.  Youre not thinking about what its going to feel like when she remarries and the first time your kids call someone else dad.  The thought of that man tucking your kids into bed and being there to play catch with your son and sit your daughter on his lap when she skins her knee.  And thats if youre lucky enough that she remarries well.  Youre not thinking about the possibility of a man that doesnt have your morals and/or values or is a closet alcoholic or abusive being your childrens new father.  Youre not thinking of the mental damage youre doing to the mother of your children and the effects that will have on them.  Youre not thinking of only the 4 days a month youll be allowed visitation.  Or the amount of Child Support, Medical Bills and Daycare youll be paying a month.  Youre not thinking of the damage youre doing to your children all for a simple pleasure from, ultimately, a strange woman.

Its the same for us.  Think about sending your kid off to spend the night with your ex in some dumpy apartment or duplex think about struggling to make it paycheck to paycheck think about what floozy your husband thinks would be a great mom for your kids think about what movies theyll be allowed to watch or what theyll be allowed to eat.. or 26 days a month doing it on your own.  Think about 6 weeks out of the summer not seeing your kids at all.  Think about the lack of attention to what tree they may be climbing or chasing a ball in the street when dad is on the phone.  Think about your ex not paying support on time or at all.  The court costs the on going arguments about the way two different homes have two different sets of rules.

I just think if people had a chance to prematurely feel those feelings listed above, the thought of ever remotely doing anything to split your family would never even enter their mind. 

Broken homes are horrible and damaging to everyone involved.  Blended families are hard work.

Thats all I have to say.

Don’t kick a skunk

Posted in Uncategorized on April 15, 2008 by unsystematic

Doesn’t that rank right up there with

  • Dont chew on tin foil
  • Dont hammer a small wood shard between your finger and finger nail
  • Dont punch an infant in the face
  • Dont drive directly off a cliff
  • Dont tell a biker his vest is very pretty but would look better bedazzled
  • Dont stand on tacks
  • Dont lick fire
  • Dont attempt a back flip for the first time at 40 with no professional training
  • Dont kiss a snake you found in your back yard
  • Dont play with black widows (oh wait, I did allow my son to do that whole nuther blog)

These are all the unspoken.  I could go on and on with these yet someone felt it necessary to post this on one of those signs on the side of the road where you can say anything you want to as long as you have a long suction cup stick to get your plastic letters up there you know what Im talking about CeeKayBee We pass it every day going home.  What is the logic behind it?  Why when you have an opportunity to say what ever you want, to so many daily captured audience drivers of that road, do you choose to say, dont kick a skunk?

I think Im going to get one for my front yard, but Im going a step beyond and Im going to get one that has the flashing yellow lights that form an arrow and start forcing my useless advice on everyone as well.  At least in the blogging world you all CHOOSE to come here.  I HAVE to drive by that advice everyday.  Why?  Why, Lord? 

What if I did a late night mission in all black <enter Mission Impossible theme here> and rearranged the letters

NO STANK DUCK or I CANT DUNK KKKS 

This is all just as use full to me as ‘dont kick a skunk’.

Im sorry, this post was useless, but it bugs me and therefore should bug all of  you as well.

Any unspoken that youd like to share?

How Babies Are Made… By Noah Nguyen

Posted in Uncategorized on March 5, 2008 by unsystematic

dog_bone_pillow.jpg After a day of Noah and Goodness (Tess… our 9 year old) bugging Trent and I about having a baby…. we were walking out of Ted’s and Noah was at it again about having a baby… so I turned to him and said, ‘Noah, do you know where babies come from?’ thinking that would put an end to the conversation… oh no… he said ‘yeah, your tummy’  I said, ‘ok, but do you know how they get in my tummy?’  He said, ‘No… don’t you just eat bones and that’s what make the babies bones?’  I said yes, and was done with it.  :)  I realize soon, we’ll have to have a talk with him concerning this subject before he hears it on the bus, but for now, I’m content with him thinking I just swallow bones.  I’ve even thought about acting like I was eating a bone, and telling him I’m trying to get pregnant, just to mess with  him a bit.  I know.  I’m wrong.  

elephant on my chest…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 28, 2008 by unsystematic

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Tomorrow will be 1 year and 4 months since my momma walked hand in hand with Jesus.

A girl came by my desk today and asked… ‘when did it stop?’ I said ‘when did what stop?’ she said ‘feeling like you have an elephant sitting on your chest.’

Regina has just lost her mom unexpectedly. She got ‘the call’ a week or so ago while at work from her husband that her mother had passed away unexpectedly… she thought that she had the flu for several weeks and turned out to be heart disease. The night before she passed, her husband asked her if she wanted to go to the ER, and she smiled at him sweetly and said, ‘honey, God will take care of me’ Regina said she was a wonderful witness her entire life.

I didn’t really feel like I was much help. The only thing that helps when losing your mom, is time. That’s all I could tell her. I don’t remember a defining moment. I still have moments where I just talk to her. I miss her. I’m not crying everyday, so I know time has helped… but I still think about her everyday. I still have her number programmed in my phone. I called it once, just hoping to hear her voice on her voicemail, but it had already been disconnected.

I told Regina, the only thing that gives me peace is knowing my mom hurt for 20 years, and now she is in no pain, only joy. I envision her riding her horses in wide open fields. She’s as happy as she can be.

Lord knows I miss her, but He also knows I’ll be riding along side her some day.

Have you lost your mom? How long until you weren’t crying daily? How long till it felt like you could breath again…how long before that elephant finally got up and walked on down the road?

2 years…

Posted in Uncategorized on February 26, 2008 by unsystematic

Tonight my husband and I celebrated our second anniversary. The Paludans were gracious enough to watch the bear while we had dinner at Lottenvilles. It’s been the best two years of my life. I stared at him tonight at the table still in disbelief that he’s my husband. I don’t deserve him. He said to me tonight, ‘the best is yet to come.’ I don’t know how it could get any better.

Thanks to all who have been a support to us… thank you for being our friend.

We love you…

God’s sense of humor

Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2008 by unsystematic

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Driving to work in 40 degree spitting weather and your windshield wipers working perfectly with the exception of a 3×3 inch square directly in your line of site for the road.

Got any?

How To Talk To Girls… by: Noah Nguyen

Posted in Uncategorized on February 23, 2008 by unsystematic

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keri… sitting at her work with oatmeal for brains… finds a quiet minute to call her husband to see how things are going at the house…the phone rings… the prepubescent voice answers …

Noah:  hello?
Mom: heeeeeeeey bear! how are you?
Noah: good.
Mom: how was school today?
Noah: good…hey mom, I got a hundred and three on my spelling test today.
Mom: you rooooooooock!  
Noah: and… I got a hundred and three bison bucks… if you don’t believe me, I’ve got em…
Mom: why wouldn’t I believe you
Noah: wull… I just want to show them to you.
Mom: ok
Noah: and mom, i got advice today from bryce on how to get a girlfriend
Mom: that’s great, bear… what’d he have to say?
Noah: wull… I wrote it down
Mom: well read it to me.
Noah: wull…. ok…. (I can’t tell you the fear that came over me of the words that were about to come from my sons mouth of what he learned on the bus today on pickin up chicks…)
Noah: mom?
Mom: i’m here.
Noah: ok… 1.) look good (enter long pause)   2.) be nice (enter long pause)  3.) tell her she looks good… that’s it.

I guess Noah’s at the age where he feels he needs a girlfriend.  My personal opinion is that he doesn’t need a girlfriend until mid twenties, however Trent informed me that it was about the right age.  :(  I’m pretty sure this stems from his new friend on the bus who has a girlfriend himself, so Noah feels the pressure or just a bit envious… not sure.  As well as the fact that I read his new medication (which on a side note is working WONDERFULLY) may make him a bit emotional… we’re thinking…. great, he’s already a sensitive kid!  So, there it is… if you or anyone you know might be struggling with how to pick up women… take heed from Noah Nguyen… I’m pretty sure he’s dead on with the basics!