tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15415148457240776642024-02-20T02:48:29.809+03:00zufelt zooAngiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.comBlogger1799125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-27997907747736214452021-03-18T17:55:00.001+03:002021-03-18T17:55:34.358+03:00Jacob SaysThis text came from my friend today. Jacob (now 12 years old) will hopefully shake his head and then laugh at himself when he's a grownup and sees it from a parent perspective someday.
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<br>"Jacob made me laugh so hard right before they decided to go to your house yesterday.
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<br>Jacob: i have to go home in about 50 minutes.
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<br>Gabe: why?
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<br>Jacob:...because... I'm bored."Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-58449922542823310962020-03-23T16:21:00.009+03:002021-07-11T16:28:38.574+03:00Pandemic Begins<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I am going up and down for sure being locked down for Covid! We find ourselves in a very similar situation as we were in when we lived in Saudi. Locked down and feeling very stuck. We are doing school at home again and church at home just as a family.</span></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I had to search and shop in the times when I was allowed out of our Saudi compound for little cups we could use for the sacrament and a white table cloth. This week as we pulled the old familiar table cloth out and adjusted to the fact that this was not a short situation anymore my emotions were very near the surface. Last time did not go well at all. This time I am determined to do better for me, for my family and for God. Last time my friends could and did still come visit me because we were the only ones locked down by ExxonMobil. This time it's just us and God in our house.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Before church on Sunday I listened to a podcast by some friends that run Meridian Magazine. Their words really brought my spirit to a slow and thoughtful place of peace and I felt so humbled and loved by my Heavenly Father. When we had the sacrament shortly thereafter I was really able to connect to the Savior. I am in awe at his overwhelming love and concern for me. I know he loves each of us and watches out for individuals.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I saw a great video on youtube this week that helped put my thoughts a bit more concretely. It is portraying a dentist that doesn't believe in God because of all the war and pain in the world. His patient relates it to not believing in dentists. To be useful, both God and a dentist need to be utilized. It made perfect sense to me. God is always available when I am ready to let him in. <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://youtu.be/kH_o5_hxyT8&source=gmail&ust=1626095641328000&usg=AFQjCNEpKBdGrcH42xzkYADo3Yp4He--yQ" href="https://youtu.be/kH_o5_hxyT8" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/kH_o5_<wbr></wbr>hxyT8</a> It's awesome to think that God will help me as I come to him, even if it doesn't mean that I will always be kept from pain.</div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-22223346832490333222019-07-23T07:30:00.001+03:002019-09-15T17:00:33.088+03:00Jacob Wants Streetlights 10:30 at night in very rural Utah I made the kids turn off electronics and try to sleep as we drove. After a while he asks, "Where did the streetlights go?"
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Brian says, "They moved to the city." Jacob is totally confused. Brian then explains that the government doesn't put lights along all the roads in the country.
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"That's weird," was his only reply.
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Comments like this remind me just how suburban my life is and what my kids just don't know or see.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-35078873791807690332019-07-22T19:12:00.001+03:002019-07-22T19:12:24.157+03:00Maddie Learns About YeastMom, dad, Ben and Maddie are in the kitchen working. Maddie opens the fridge and sees the yeast which reminds her to ask a question.
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<br>"Oh yeah. The yeast says it's alive but I watched it the other day and it didn't move. So is it really alive or is it dead?"
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<br>Then we all proceed to have a hilarious and long discussion about yeast farting and how to activate it with warm water and sugar for it to nibble on. She is totally disgusted and we couldn't stop laughing.
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<br>I really enjoy the happy chatter we have in the home as the kids get older and continue to discover their world.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-1690533161760902492019-07-22T17:47:00.001+03:002019-07-22T17:47:37.617+03:00Jacob Sees a Desert Driving through the dessert of west Texas Jacob asked, "What happened to all the bushes?"
<br>"What do you mean?"
<br>"Over there. They're all dead."
<br>"Huh?"
<br>"They are all brownish."
<br>"Oh! We aren't on the coast anymore with tons of water and rain."Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-18622421953865973852019-05-05T22:54:00.000+03:002019-05-05T22:55:03.218+03:00Ashlyn SaysRandom question of the day. "Uh, mom, dad has dry hands and you have dry feet. What's going on with all this dryness?"
<br>"I don't know. Why do you care?"
<br>"It's just weird!!"
<br>"It's your future."Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-90710921472002339752018-12-24T23:32:00.001+03:002018-12-24T23:32:41.181+03:00Ashlyn and Karina SayConversation between Ashlyn and her best friend Karina
<br>A: Do you want to marry BennyBoo?
<br>K: No, but he is cute. Hahaha. He has a cute haircut. Haha.
<br>A: I want to marry my dad because he is nice.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-73009833574521794112018-12-24T22:31:00.001+03:002018-12-24T22:31:24.550+03:00Ashlyn Says<p style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have a little energy back today so am having the kids clean out their backpack cubbies at the house. Oh my heavens! The junk!</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Me "Is that paper from Highlights trash?"</span></p> <p style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Ashlyn "No! It's BONUS!!" Then she holds up the paper that says "bonus material" and proves it's not going in the trash anytime soon. 🤦🏼♀️ </span></p><div dir="ltr"></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-48511668429369719482018-02-01T02:02:00.000+03:002018-02-01T02:03:01.686+03:00Jacob is Quirky Like Mom and a Few OthersI know there are some fellow weirdos out there that count M&Ms and visually divide walls. Those folks will enjoy knowing Jacob just joined the club. We were practicing multiplication and got to 7x3 when he commented that he know this one because he can count by 7s. Thinking that a bit odd I probed for more info and he told me he knows because he "counts holes on peoples faces." Then since he can count by 7s it's faster to count the holes in faces of a group because he has it memorized by groups of 7.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-55560898726579595922018-01-31T03:44:00.001+03:002018-01-31T03:44:14.092+03:00Ashlyn SaysShe was running and tripped on the cement tonight. Her knees and palms were scraped up.
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<br>"Today was the worst day of my night."
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<br>When questioned about the odd quote she said, "Well it happened at night so it makes sense."Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-72200619195444864192017-12-24T16:25:00.001+03:002017-12-24T16:25:26.905+03:00Magic Shows for Kindergarten Brian was doing magic shows at the kindergarten parties. He asked for volunteers and a girl comes up. He tells her to stir up the magic pot and say the magic words. She looks at him and says, "no." Kinda a show stopper.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-5796595543098228032017-11-22T05:42:00.001+03:002017-11-22T05:42:33.819+03:00Be Like the VanDriving home today feom the Moellers, there were storm clouds just as we were entering Texas.
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<br>Ashlyn asked why the GPS changed to night mode. I explained the van detected it was dark outside so it said, "Time to turn on the lights."
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<br>Ashlyn responded, "The van didn't say anything, it just did it."
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<br>Angie jumped in by responding, "Thats how it should be. We should all be like the van-Don't say anything, just do what needs to be done."Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-32437934038706111152017-11-21T03:39:00.001+03:002020-11-22T17:04:43.455+03:00Police Chase with the BusLots of neighborhood cars keep ignoring the flashing red lights and protruding STOP sign on the bus. They pull out and around the school bus, passing the bus while it's actively loading and unloading kids. One day when Meggie the regular driver picked up Jacob and Ashlyn in the morning she said a cop car must be trying to catch those people because it had been following her the entire route.
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<br />Ashlyn's said this when she got off the bus in the afternoon:
<br />The police followed us all the way around Legends Ranch today on the bus. Then we got away. We went really fast out the back gate so the police can't find us anymore.
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<br />I think she thought the bus driver escaped the police.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-75373553570322197612017-10-29T22:54:00.001+03:002017-10-29T22:54:40.677+03:00Talking in ChurchOver lunch we were discussing the building a new LDS church building and who would have to move to it and if the ward would split again.
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<br>Madison: Isn't a small ward good? Because then you'd know everyone.
<br>Ben: But then you have to speak a lot in church.
<br>Madison: I already talk a lot in church. But mom shushes me.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-74481384772099373092017-09-21T21:55:00.002+03:002017-09-21T21:55:22.597+03:00Don't Skip Bible Study<div data-contents="true">
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Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-81279680420758486062017-09-18T02:17:00.001+03:002017-09-18T02:17:46.735+03:00It's Not a Democracy Aug 31, 2017
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<br>I'm calling it a evacu-vaction here in Nauvoo. It's been fun. The day began yesterday as we walked to the first thing with this quote from Jacob, "Next time we go on a family trip can we take a vote so more than just mom and dad want to go where we go for the trip?"
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<br>Our family is not a democracy kid.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-62924569287667935752017-07-26T07:13:00.001+03:002017-07-26T07:13:16.284+03:00Dreaming of WootersThis is the random dream I had last week.
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<br>We were road tripping to see Wooters over summer and to be at Grandma Wooters for Coltons baptism. We were staying at Kathy's house a few days so the kids could play together. Grandma had cooked a feast and had it stashed in a bedroom with a second kitchen (like a movie room kitchen). The kitchen and living room were clean and ready to entertain.
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<br>It was time to go to the baptism and I got all my kids ready. Wooters left. My boys and Ashlyn went out to the car. Madison was playing and being pretty rotten. I finally had everyone ready to go but me. I just needed to slip into my skirt and a nice shirt. I couldn't find the ones I laid out. I looked everywhere but couldn't find anything. Brian was now in the car with the other kids. The house was empty except Madison and me. I looked in all 4 kid bedrooms for my things. I was frantic now.
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<br>Madison had an evil smile. I confronted her. She finally admits she hid my clothes. By this time Brian left me so he didn't miss the baptism but I know if I can get it together I can still walk over and not miss it.
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<br>I scream at Madison and she shows me where she hid my things. She scooted the four moving boxes I brought with my clothes into a small but deep air return vent near the floor in the front entry hallway Then she added a dog crate last so I wouldn't see past it to notice my suitcase/boxes.
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<br>I scream to get those out and I will put back the other rooms I have torn apart looking for my stuff before the people come back to the house for the nice lunch Kathy has prepared. She pulls out the dog crate as I go and it drags out straw that makes a huge mess everywhere right by the front door. I went back to get my clothes after cleaning a back bedroom. I can see Kathy has stored Christmas manger scene stuff in the air vent space so the hay makes sense but it's now everywhere.
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<br>Madison is smiling smugly sitting on the floor in the straw mess. My boxes are there but flat as can be. She emptied them of all my things and had only hid the cardboard box in the vent space.
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<br>After some yelling she opens yet another closet to reveal all the contents of my four boxes of cloths stuffed and hidden UNDER Kathy's holiday decor boxes. This closet is on the other side of the entry way. I make her get it all out and she grabs handful after handful of my clothes, piling them by the door.
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<br>Brian returns at this point happy and wondering where I was. I can't even talk. He tries to hug me and I push him away. I have missed the baptism and am mortified that the party guests are now coming in droves into the house stepping over my clothes and raising their eyebrows at the straw disaster that greets them upon arrival.
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<br>Kathy and Vanessa are so happy with the baptism that they literally don't notice the complete disaster Madison has made of their house while they were gone. They just keep serving and entertaining everyone as they eat. Madison continues to clean slowly with her smug smile of victory. I am
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<br>Then I wake up feeling agitated at Madison and amused at the ridiculousness of my feelings all at same time.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-28220987021502768302017-07-11T17:29:00.001+03:002017-07-11T17:29:43.837+03:00God's Unlimited Crown SupplyToday I'm thankful God isn't going to run out of crowns, you know, like Burger King. We were working on our memory verse at breakfast today for sports camp at Faith UMC.
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<br>Mom: I want a crown.
<br>Ashlyn (5): You can't have one, you're not a princess.
<br>Mom: I am a princess to God and he will give me one. He won't ever run out of crowns.
<br>Madison (10): Yeah, God won't ever run out so we can all have a crown. Kind of like Burger King always has enough for everyone.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-27088275397469143222017-04-20T16:03:00.001+03:002017-04-20T16:03:20.427+03:00Ashie-isms<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rnvLF7fVHK8Z0OlheOFj4s5Sl7mowqsvK7yf83j3wmE0bNVOXz3Zu5nHDpgKnWAQiDIWBtngD0PNhSvmQmkkhlZ_oBC2eyDQlLD8hcHyeUbsAI7-8nTyXuakh-OmH2tQEVZEZF-Zek4/s1600/image1-700428.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2rnvLF7fVHK8Z0OlheOFj4s5Sl7mowqsvK7yf83j3wmE0bNVOXz3Zu5nHDpgKnWAQiDIWBtngD0PNhSvmQmkkhlZ_oBC2eyDQlLD8hcHyeUbsAI7-8nTyXuakh-OmH2tQEVZEZF-Zek4/s320/image1-700428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6411069347230962770" /></a></p>Filling out doctor forms in the lobby of the office I ask Ashlyn the questions to keep her engaged so she doesn't get bored. What's your name? When is your birthday? Etc. Coming to the end of the form I have to tell the doc who is giving them this info so I ask Ashlyn these questions.
<br>Who am I? Angie Zufelt
<br>How are we related? Well we both have an A at the start of our name and we both have Zufelt at the end so we are related!
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<br>A few days later she has to get blood drawn. We are waiting at the lab but they can only take half the blood we need because she's a tiny little lady. Which is incidentally the reason for the blood work in the first place - she's incredibly small for her age. So we do 5 vials on Monday and come back for 4 more on Wednesday.
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<br>Wednesday was hard because she knew what was going to happen this time. She honestly did pretty well considering. Ben had to have his own fasting blood work so she explained all the steps to him. I think it helped relieve some of her tension to be the lady in charge for a minute. Then the ladies stuck the needle in her vein after Ben finished but she clotted too fast. She wasn't at all happy to discover we were going to do the other arm too.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-54221504950273159402017-03-31T18:40:00.001+03:002017-03-31T18:40:56.922+03:00Breaking News - Madison Switches Names. Again.I was in first grade when I discovered that my name was actually Angela not Angie. It happened when Ms Zagarella was calling role at the beginning of the school year. I confronted my mom after talking with my teacher. I was livid. I demanded to be called Angela from grade one through about sixth grade.
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<br>Madison did the same thing in Singapore, probably in kindergarten. She hated that I always called her Maddie Mae and she demanded we call her Madison. It's been a constant effort to change but I really am about there and use Madison fluently now.
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<br>Well guess what. Madison wrote on the calendar for next weekend "Madie and mom date". Not only did she switch back from Madison to Madie, she spelled it wrong. Or did she? Maybe I'll have to relent and let her choose that too!!!Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-55067790394761029622017-03-20T22:06:00.001+03:002017-03-20T22:06:29.676+03:00Ashlyn's Motivation for International TravelAshlyn gem of the day said in a dreamy voice from the back seat as I drove:
<br>"Mom, I wish we could go to every country in the whole world."
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<br>I smile and my mind begins to meander and imagine all the amazing places we could go and the rich culture and all the things we could see. Then she follows it up with this.
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<br>"Then we could see all the dancing guys all over the world and see if every county has one of them." (The term "dancing guys" meaning those neon fabric tube things outside stores with a fan blowing them full and making them dance around in the air.)
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<br>Apparently we don't share the exact same dream about international travel after all.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-10699638578288697862017-01-21T19:33:00.000+03:002017-01-21T19:34:45.474+03:00Back In Time<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Just overheard from upstairs: "Whoa!! We have, like, a PAPER dictionary up here!" Ben is totally amazed. I can't stop giggling. </span></p><div></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-30648054987568740792016-10-30T15:40:00.001+03:002016-10-30T15:40:57.592+03:00Ben and CampingBen said the funniest thing this weekend though. He went camping with the deacons and they went to a campground 45 min away. In Houston traffic I would bet it took longer. And he was complaining WHY do we have to go places like that. (You know, camp in the WOODS?) I laughed out loud. Because that is what camping is! His favorite camp was on the soccer field at Saudi Aramco and in someone's backyard here in Texas because that's what the eleven year old scouts did here.
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<br>I fear this kid may prefer glamping where you can sneak in a few video games when the leaders aren't looking over actual camping.Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-41725418208297522192016-10-29T08:00:00.001+03:002016-10-29T08:00:29.544+03:00Jacobisms"Mom, it's not fair. The reeves have like a quarter mile long house and we have one that is like four rooms wide."
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<br>Explaining "retirement" to Ashlyn:
<br>"It's like when you save up a lot of money, like, like a lot, like a thousand dollars. Then you don't have to work."
<br>She asked a few questions and he got instantly frustrated she didn't get it.
<br>"NO! It's like when you save a lot like a thousand, no a million, no, actually you had to save a thousand dollars to retire." And he was fully confident in his answer. How do I tell him a thousand dollars is a normal monthly mortgage payment???Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1541514845724077664.post-77673246696058189312016-08-10T20:02:00.001+03:002016-08-10T20:02:59.002+03:00Count Down ChainsMy sister is teaching early morning seminary this year. Just thinking of it exhausts me and she has five kids 10 and under. I don't know how she'll manage but she will because she's super Kristie. She texted me after her first day of class ended today that she survived and therefore only has 179 days left. Of course that made me think she most certainly needed a count down chain for the year.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFTsvwvI_R2eOv0lzpDVovhkrMWgwU3wHBzSdpBl8N_ViKM3DPBPSN8YbUxQuPZtRNbxx3KoQFHjbzlVIkJcvrO33mLiQ9v4n-l2G8cXqERcaJ3mSK74JPR2gyMJHB3jyy4AEZl7ampU/s640/blogger-image-141683454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFTsvwvI_R2eOv0lzpDVovhkrMWgwU3wHBzSdpBl8N_ViKM3DPBPSN8YbUxQuPZtRNbxx3KoQFHjbzlVIkJcvrO33mLiQ9v4n-l2G8cXqERcaJ3mSK74JPR2gyMJHB3jyy4AEZl7ampU/s640/blogger-image-141683454.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>We made her one that we can mail but then everyone else needed one for their upcoming events. Madison for her birthday in a month, Jacob for his in December and Ashlyn until her school begins again. It made for a fun morning of craft making and working together.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMqpzW8a-I1DzhyWcpOTxnJ9u1LdyCicunPz3czrSgmmg4yxKGD9yvgYeq3eCZby4_yNwl-J-DuIdw_Mhra66C0Vk3Q9DwvVPizL6MW8IcQxRf92j0QY-nBxWWbKB2w2hZfGxuU-Cr8M/s640/blogger-image--886223104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMqpzW8a-I1DzhyWcpOTxnJ9u1LdyCicunPz3czrSgmmg4yxKGD9yvgYeq3eCZby4_yNwl-J-DuIdw_Mhra66C0Vk3Q9DwvVPizL6MW8IcQxRf92j0QY-nBxWWbKB2w2hZfGxuU-Cr8M/s640/blogger-image--886223104.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8COjhDWcJtLKugZBRkPcAqb6iGUYLKcQgPSz_hq7VBxO7ojujeo4oRYxB1QxePyEzBA_JtrUBWIal4QfRQg5bDYGmQajG9NxgT76ZvzL5qHJE3f9xGPZQXeDvSOjgaKatKDUJqmcEnjM/s640/blogger-image-2045748797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8COjhDWcJtLKugZBRkPcAqb6iGUYLKcQgPSz_hq7VBxO7ojujeo4oRYxB1QxePyEzBA_JtrUBWIal4QfRQg5bDYGmQajG9NxgT76ZvzL5qHJE3f9xGPZQXeDvSOjgaKatKDUJqmcEnjM/s640/blogger-image-2045748797.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10471752287071367438noreply@blogger.com0