tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320662812024-03-05T10:11:43.645-05:00A day in the life of the Marcums!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-48634712445518216712011-08-19T13:48:00.000-04:002011-08-19T13:48:07.986-04:00Worry<div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>I signed up to do a devotion for Choir right after we started back. Little did I know that I would have a very hard week leading up to it as well as have a hard time to get it together in a week. A week seems like a long time unless your schedule looks like most moms I know. I was beat down with various things on my plate, so God spoke loud and clear to me about this passage. I don't know if it was for anyone else in choir that night, but it was DEFINITELY for me!!!! That's what God does....he just works like that. :)<br />
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Philippians 4:6-9 The Message: "Don't fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God's wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life. Summing it all up, friends, I'd say you'll do best by filling your minds and mediating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious--the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse. Put into practice what you learned from me, what you heard and saw and realized. Do that, and God, who makes everything work together, will work you into his most excellent harmonies."<br />
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<strong>1. Don't worry</strong><br />
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What is worry? A definition I found was "to afflict with mental distress or agitation: make anxious."<br />
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None of us need more mental distress. With today's economic situations, family struggles and our busier than ever lives, it's easy to fall into the trap of worry. The Bible clearly tells us we shouldn't, yet we always seem to fall for it.<br />
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Do you ever feel like there is this constant agitation or unrest in your spirit? How can we combat worry? We can't just ignore it and think it will go away. God says to pray about it. Give it to HIM. Instead of wasting precious time worrying about something, spend that time praying. He can give you peace for unrest. We shouldn't be more anxious about what we desire or what MIGHT happen than God's plan for our lives.<br />
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I read somewhere that "Worry is faith in the negative." Negative is bad....You don't want your bank account to be negative. You don't want the temperature to be negative. So, why should your faith be negative?<br />
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<strong>2. Fill your mind</strong><br />
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We've all heard the old saying "Garbage in/garbage out"....Fill your mind with the Word, with positive thoughts, with positive friends or anything else that is good such as Christian music, sound biblical teaching, etc.<br />
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<strong>3. Put into practice</strong><br />
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The next time you start to worry, get on your knees. Talk to God instead of your friends or co-workers. Let HIM know your problems FIRST because He is the only person who can give you peace.<br />
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<strong>4. God will make everything work together in "His most excellent harmonies".</strong><br />
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One of the definitions of harmony is: "an interweaving of different accounts into a single narrative".<br />
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We're all from different backgrounds, have different lives, different areas of struggles, but God wants to align all our differences and put us on the line to Him. Kind of like that Fidelity commercial where the people have to follow the green line to a better financial future. We each have our own line we have to follow, but ALL our lines lead to God.<br />
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<strong>5. And the most important thing I got from this verse is that "Christ displaces worry".</strong><br />
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If we have Christ in our hearts, worry should not be there. There's not enough room for the two of them!</div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-31788854734827790912011-04-12T14:14:00.002-04:002011-04-12T14:25:16.348-04:00Relaxation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQg8u9-AMZpeI3m_s4NZ0on3zkcBLqfKpKaThimsbum5bMzo24IA6tyP1-kIVDgpKFZ3xOaOyC666f6xTFh4WInue_hTbDCcp6mSmccAvpSDBEXplqW7tvraBNfzRg1o2tOTyYGw/s1600/IMG_9838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQg8u9-AMZpeI3m_s4NZ0on3zkcBLqfKpKaThimsbum5bMzo24IA6tyP1-kIVDgpKFZ3xOaOyC666f6xTFh4WInue_hTbDCcp6mSmccAvpSDBEXplqW7tvraBNfzRg1o2tOTyYGw/s400/IMG_9838.JPG" width="265" /> </a></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">This is relaxing to me....sitting on the back porch of my In-Law's cabin, feeling the fan blowing down on me & a gentle breeze through the screen, rocking in a rocker, reading a book, looking at the beautiful lake below.</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">We decided to go for a walk with the boys, so we walked down the railroad tracks to the tunnel. </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83YuuTH-GM6R5iV2q8HC31tTSLO-lCSgNHVMysvCvVRAzyhJZYADIgVPZeyE2jhwL_9mibYmZZFfjAlicuatAxUDxhqX8NWgnROoBdhdDAV9PrMEZZfxymhy5A7XUmTY44JVpPg/s1600/IMG_9875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg83YuuTH-GM6R5iV2q8HC31tTSLO-lCSgNHVMysvCvVRAzyhJZYADIgVPZeyE2jhwL_9mibYmZZFfjAlicuatAxUDxhqX8NWgnROoBdhdDAV9PrMEZZfxymhy5A7XUmTY44JVpPg/s400/IMG_9875.JPG" width="266" /> </a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I enjoyed watching my boys & husband act like kids. They walked the tracks, picked up rocks & railroad spikes and took in all the sites along the way. I just stayed back to take in the sites of the them doing so. :)</span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiREXtNzlABf2-2TB8PDKiCoV8OIAFQbNnZfW2sY26RgjJvOERycWcWcAvv-ixuvROro2Ya6GtizloPH-S0AWZ-WMYXiE-2NmwbGsbjlXfXuXc6wiJ6jFkrc-wHFPEGfXxB94uCQ/s1600/IMG_9878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiREXtNzlABf2-2TB8PDKiCoV8OIAFQbNnZfW2sY26RgjJvOERycWcWcAvv-ixuvROro2Ya6GtizloPH-S0AWZ-WMYXiE-2NmwbGsbjlXfXuXc6wiJ6jFkrc-wHFPEGfXxB94uCQ/s320/IMG_9878.JPG" width="320" /> </a></span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing quite brings my boys together as brothers as some fun loving competition and time in the outdoors. Maybe that's why we love it so much. There's no cell phone in the hands or arguing, just pure enjoyment! </span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnGclDqo62YCU4CuJGg0eRH4LJc96qRzM3Oz1yDnyllWFbGAqq2ug4SqLxLBJbF8NMAPfshVRZyM5DB0v0mzsiEbb_GO4DV41OH1k0jf_U7kwzLjEum0iKeZSKTyuD4PJpR5nXw/s1600/IMG_9869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnGclDqo62YCU4CuJGg0eRH4LJc96qRzM3Oz1yDnyllWFbGAqq2ug4SqLxLBJbF8NMAPfshVRZyM5DB0v0mzsiEbb_GO4DV41OH1k0jf_U7kwzLjEum0iKeZSKTyuD4PJpR5nXw/s400/IMG_9869.JPG" width="400" /> </a></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">They are MY guys and I would follow them anywhere!</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK48oskl0b4rijTobtKuMab8zWhPQZkJXYx1fV2zU-m8dbuCeJNT6GErGHlKjiGDIvX5U7IDnuHKvD7SPDgQW1WrbYE2Pqro0qZCWDDvll6OdvA77XK_ZckZE__MkPIDLy9UrigA/s1600/IMG_9872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK48oskl0b4rijTobtKuMab8zWhPQZkJXYx1fV2zU-m8dbuCeJNT6GErGHlKjiGDIvX5U7IDnuHKvD7SPDgQW1WrbYE2Pqro0qZCWDDvll6OdvA77XK_ZckZE__MkPIDLy9UrigA/s400/IMG_9872.JPG" width="400" /> </a></span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">We saw some beautiful animals along the way, like this hawk. I think I may have found what he was looking for..... </span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO7bbWojCQCgrIfn5-mZgdWKuHbs6bTsEFDtOpnBWIVR2qFx2FSB3rDXosQNqB4CEr6v-l5SOFNlnsUe7U9z5CFl_hy15Gp2Jfr24SuB0ME0dXsY3tWeZAQHdA4_ppW6EuGKzRw/s1600/IMG_9879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO7bbWojCQCgrIfn5-mZgdWKuHbs6bTsEFDtOpnBWIVR2qFx2FSB3rDXosQNqB4CEr6v-l5SOFNlnsUe7U9z5CFl_hy15Gp2Jfr24SuB0ME0dXsY3tWeZAQHdA4_ppW6EuGKzRw/s400/IMG_9879.JPG" width="400" /> </a></span></b></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">See the mouse hiding in the rocks? He knew the hawk was there and it was lunch time. Of course, he may have been hiding from this guy! </span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Brian's family has secretly been taking up a collection to help me replace my camera since this happened in January. Imagine my thrill when I realized that people have given to this "fund" to help me replace something that wasn't even their fault.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<em>"But blessed is the man who trusts me, God, the woman who sticks with God. They're like trees replanted in Eden, putting down roots near the rivers—Never a worry through the hottest of summers, never dropping a leaf, Serene and calm through droughts, bearing fresh fruit every season. </em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> "Now I won't deny<br />
The worst you could say about me<br />
But I'm not defined<br />
By mistakes that I've made<br />
Because God says of me<br />
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I am not who I was</i><i><br />
I am being remade<br />
I am new<br />
I am chosen and holy<br />
And I'm dearly loved<br />
I am new"</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>And if you see the red & blue lines, those are new pieces that repaired the lines that were broken. God brings things a little at a time to repair our broken lives.</b></span><br />
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I am not who I was</i><i><br />
I am being remade<br />
I am new<br />
I am chosen and holy<br />
And I'm dearly loved<br />
I am new"</i></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Piece by piece, God gives us what we need to be made new......like the boys' new shower. See the new wall that was built to hold the side of the shower? Sometimes God builds new things to replace things that we have to give up.</b></span><br />
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In the shadows of shame<br />
Believing that there<br />
Was no way I could change<br />
But the one who is making everything new<br />
Doesn't see me the way that I do<br />
He doesn't see me the way that I do<br />
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I am not who I was</i><i><br />
I am being remade<br />
I am new<br />
I am chosen and holy<br />
And I'm dearly loved<br />
I am new<br />
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I am not who I was</i><i><br />
I am being remade, I am new<br />
Dead to the old man, I'm coming alive<br />
I am new"</i></span> <br />
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Hidden in Christ<br />
Made in the image of the Giver of Life<br />
Righteous and holy<br />
Reborn and remade<br />
Accepted and worthy, this is our new name<br />
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This is who we are now..." </i></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Here is a Gazelle. They run in packs---like friends. :) That's how we are. We run around in little packs. We have so many people (often times LOTS more than we realize) who will come alongside us and "graze" with us, help hold us up when things get tough, or just listen. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were asked last night if any of us had felt alone this week. I raised my hand along with several others. I have actually had that sense of "aloneness" for a while now. Mainly because SO many things are distracting me from my true purpose and pulling me away from the pack. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am <u><b>NOT</b></u> alone--never have been, never will be. God tells me that in His Word and His Word is Truth!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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How I wish I could write so eloquently as other bloggers. They seem to always say the right things, use beautiful fonts and choose just the right photos. Well, I may not do that, but I do love blogging (even though I don't so it near enough). There's something therapeutic about it....writing down your thoughts. So, if I'm not one of those blogs that you check every day or just can't wait to see what I've written next, that's ok. I'm really writing for myself. You may just happen upon a "good day" where you might get something out of it. ;) Happy Blogging friends!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-88275052248808659352011-02-24T13:30:00.007-05:002011-02-24T13:32:09.118-05:00I think I can.....I think I can......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGy52xgp0O1DVpF27j6bzdGJdn2v9lM2nErCDfHFROLpYR8A1rtky9wu6-St6ILQB_xSLu_uHY5oJyNp4ewW-PrBAOR8CPQSmR8bOqkYhcOnd5UvB3Ys5z-ZX2rJkQOWOVW3R-g/s1600/415SGP7PBGL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGy52xgp0O1DVpF27j6bzdGJdn2v9lM2nErCDfHFROLpYR8A1rtky9wu6-St6ILQB_xSLu_uHY5oJyNp4ewW-PrBAOR8CPQSmR8bOqkYhcOnd5UvB3Ys5z-ZX2rJkQOWOVW3R-g/s320/415SGP7PBGL.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">That pretty much sums up how I feel lately. Getting out of bed every day, smiling at people I interact with, talking to people who call or are in and out of my office at work.....I just SMILE and act like everything is wonderful! You know, that fake smile you put on on Sunday mornings when you've just spent the last 15 minutes yelling at your kids and/or spouse on the way to church, you're already 10 minutes late, and you rush into the church and realize that you got there just in time for the welcome so you start shaking hands, put on your best smile and when someone asks you how you are you say "I'm great! How are you?" Yeah, THOSE times! That's how I feel right now.</span><br />
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</div><div style="color: #cccccc;">Psalm 18:1-3 The Message</div><div style="color: #cccccc;">I love you, God--You make me strong. God is a bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight. My God--the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout. I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved. </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
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</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-10171148188771801452011-02-22T13:57:00.000-05:002011-02-22T13:57:06.695-05:00Hmmm....Can I stick with thisOkay, so a woman whom I consider to be an inspiration to me asked me the other day at a baseball meeting IF I was still blogging. Well, not exactly! I have a hundred reasons why not, but I also have a gazillion Facebook posts during the time I haven't blogged that I have "had time" to do. Really I don't have a good excuse. It's been a crazy few months and I KNOW I am not alone in that. :)<br />
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I'm going to TRY to get back to blogging. I honestly need an outlet for my frustrations and I know there aren't people lined up to read my blogs, so this is probably the safest outlet for me. LOL!<br />
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Now, to try to decide what my first actual blog will be about......that may take a while. I'll get back to you on that one! Just keep checking back every so often and maybe I will be able to pick this back up and stick with it! Until then.....I love reading your blogs when I can!Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-88822682856491920022010-04-21T11:17:00.000-04:002010-04-21T11:17:44.639-04:00Running, running & more runningHunter is enjoying track so far this year--and unfortunately for Dr. Christopher he hasn't been injured! LOL!!!<br />
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Track is definitely new to me & something I'm learning to enjoy, but it's a little harder to become engrossed in the meet like a baseball or football game. I think the main reason for that is that you have NO idea what the score is until the end. You know your team won this event or that event, but there's nothing in bright lights telling you who's ahead. There's no "edge of your seat" comeback in the last inning to tie it up and force overtime.<br />
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So, each track meet I sit around until the running events start. Hunter doesn't do field events and to keep it going (even though it still takes forever) they do multiple field events at the same time...high jump, discus, shot put, etc. are all going on. It actually kind of seems unorganized, though it is really more like organized disorganization! :) The kids even have time to play games in between events....like this "ninja" game the boys have made up.<br />
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Once the running events start, then you can cheer on your team, but since A-team & B-team from each team that is competing are lined up together, you really don't know what place everyone has. Yet, the cheering happens. <br />
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Another thing I've learned about track meets is that the parents are more subdued. That can be good & bad, but I'm used to cheering your team on! "Let's go!" Yet, for the most part the sidelines are quiet, so I sit there not knowing whether to cheer or be quiet. Well, if you know me...quiet doesn't last long! I cheer for my son regardless, then I just say "Go Westview!"<br />
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This is a short season sport and it's almost over. I know that Hunter will probably never run track again since he wants to focus on baseball & football in high school, but I can say I'm glad he decided to run this year. He is a good runner and it has helped get him ready for baseball season. According to him he likes it because he "rocks the short shorts"! LOL! That's my (conceited) boy! ;)<br />
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The day before track season officially began--and this is Hunter's first track season EVER--I get home to find that my camera is not working. I don't want to say on a public forum exactly what happened because I'm still praying the warranty will cover it, but let's just say one of my children did something they shouldn't have. Now, the camera from the outside looks great. Same as every other day....nothing wrong....UNTIL you try to turn it on. That's when it stops! DEAD!<br />
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I try to resist panicking (or killing my child), so I gingerly pick the camera up and carry it into my bedroom. I call the local camera shop only to find out the "problem" is going to cost me $150-$200 to fix. Then, I call Canon to hear them tell me it's going to cost $190 to fix. Pretty much the same story from both and I learned that this is why they don't make this particular part on the new Canons. GREAT! Thanks for telling me that now!<br />
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The next step is relaying that information to my dear husband, who is less than thrilled to hear it. He starts off by saying "I shouldn't have.....you know better....., etc.", but when he hears me tearing up decides I already know ALL of those things. We talk when he gets home and he even looks at it to see if there is a possibility he could fix it. I can't even find the part online, so we pretty much decide I'm out of a camera until I save enough to fix it. Even if I could send it off it can take 3 weeks or so to repair and get back, so track season is gone almost by that time anyway and baseball will have already begun. :(<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I begin to think of all the opportunities to take pictures that I will miss---track, baseball, Chris' graduation from Army Basic Training, Charley's football kick off, possibly Chris' wedding, my is my head getting heavy! Here is what I will have to take pictures with for the next however long......</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQB0C6V6V5SmrGbBFrvkpeKave6oYXK3F-46hU2uC4P9tbZcTHI88zFKlUANKrJmkQSO-2ISDUqkSp3r5LDb3OLcezNut5qcosPZ1V_s3Rj1cAbmXNbq-E4MKgtHnCz6iNapmEA/s1600/phone.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQB0C6V6V5SmrGbBFrvkpeKave6oYXK3F-46hU2uC4P9tbZcTHI88zFKlUANKrJmkQSO-2ISDUqkSp3r5LDb3OLcezNut5qcosPZ1V_s3Rj1cAbmXNbq-E4MKgtHnCz6iNapmEA/s200/phone.bmp" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, like that will capture the memories!!!!!! :( </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">So, then I had another thought. Check online to see when I bought it. I knew I had a 1 year warranty with it, but was almost sure my 1 year was up. I checked and guess what? I had purchased it on March 31 last year (the day it happened was March 29). 2 days! Really, God? 2 days?</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, here's where it gets interesting.....I have sent it back today (31st--last day of warranty) and am waiting to hear if it will be covered. I am praying that it will and would love for anyone who doesn't feel silly praying for a camera to pray with me. I saved for SO long to purchase this camera and was so sad to see it go in a box away from me. I posted on Facebook the other night that I loved that camera ALMOST as much as I love my children. :)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yesterday, I had a friend loan me her Nikon to take pics at Hunter's 1st track meet because she couldn't be there. That was 1 out of 8! I have another friend who offered to loan me her Canon to take to GA for Chris' graduation also. Just trying to make myself believe that I will survive if I don't get pictures from EVERY event (although I can't say I believe it yet). :) So, I will keep you posted. If you see me with a bummed look on my face, you'll know it's because my poor camera is travelling all alone to NY and back & I can't even go with it to take pictures. HA HA!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This little flower is one of many in my flower bed, but they are always the first to bloom (and the first to die). It's kind of funny how all these flowers know when they're supposed to come out of their hiding place. This year has been kind of unusual because of all the snow we have received, but still my flowers are all breaking ground and trying to get ready to illuminate the flower bed with their beauty. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I do NOT have a green thumb. Give me a house plant and it will be dead in no time because I forget to water it. Give me a bunch of flowers that God gets to water and provide sunlight and I have to do very little but watch and take pictures....then I'm good. :) I love their beauty, but don't really "enjoy" working in the dirt and weeding. I just like to pull up in my driveway and see the pretty colors and different flowers welcoming me home each day. I especially love this time of year when I can leave for work with 2 flowers out and come home with 6 more out! It's exciting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hopefully I will have the time to get some pictures of my flowers again this year and share them. I hope you share yours too!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-61868339827643038062010-03-15T15:15:00.000-04:002010-03-15T15:15:20.754-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Saturday maintenance involved cutting down some trees in the front yard. We had 2 trees that needed attention. One of them was dropping limbs on our privacy fence and the other was dropping "whirly birds" in my flower bed---and I don't want to grow any more trees.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Baseball is exciting to watch. Especially when your children play it. I realized when I signed Hunter up last week that it was the last time he would be signing up for Rec League. Next year is high school. That made me just a little sad.....but happy too.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">See ya on the field!</div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-71804618129156156492010-03-06T22:03:00.004-05:002010-03-06T22:26:28.982-05:00Hen Wallow Falls--Cosby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiW9MW1EMPS6ILvUr8VkYL0GPSra_OF-0KuTIiCarL_6VTjt4Eb4iqe82fItjeEbRb1tdDKYhvYESyg4GxRwR7rNFM7lHZmcF5QwVza9ChsTLsVQgI4ghcFqLICDIvVIi6_Dc41A/s1600-h/Brian+%26+Becky.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiW9MW1EMPS6ILvUr8VkYL0GPSra_OF-0KuTIiCarL_6VTjt4Eb4iqe82fItjeEbRb1tdDKYhvYESyg4GxRwR7rNFM7lHZmcF5QwVza9ChsTLsVQgI4ghcFqLICDIvVIi6_Dc41A/s320/Brian+%26+Becky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445723205009149426" border="0" /></a>Today we decided to go on another waterfall hike. The weather was beautiful and it was a perfect day for hiking. I pulled out my waterfall map and picked a spot for us to go. The map said it was moderate in difficulty and a 4.6 mile hike, so we thought it would be great.<br /><br />The hike up was more strenuous than we thought. In addition to the tree roots and mud from the recent melting snow, there was at least 3/4 of the trail that was snow covered. The snow wouldn't have been so bad except for the fact that it had been packed tight by hikers and was super slick!<br />The falls were most definitely worth the hike. It was beautiful! There was ice on the sides and it was gorgeous in the sun.<br /><br />The boys beat us back down the trail, but we all had a great time. Now we're looking forward to the next time we get to hike. I think it's going to be a great Spring!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMTim2rV4zYV6NhdM40gvWNcsOANI27AoNtxKSTH9ZFmv5xwgoyXFsYhPVAIhsx_yE4JuQ5cn5VOiyqS3MLEQCqkH9PRZStW9uoFtXMWiUlKYi3tkyvXItBls9jA748bkks3ueQ/s1600-h/IMG_1256.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMTim2rV4zYV6NhdM40gvWNcsOANI27AoNtxKSTH9ZFmv5xwgoyXFsYhPVAIhsx_yE4JuQ5cn5VOiyqS3MLEQCqkH9PRZStW9uoFtXMWiUlKYi3tkyvXItBls9jA748bkks3ueQ/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445727373344848322" border="0" /></a>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-67994284288085578192010-03-04T13:30:00.002-05:002010-03-04T13:41:28.906-05:00Falling for the Falls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLzzLPShOT_4jBP8EV-TwFmMu74ILydWttPZh_6TmFR8TPKCZMxa3WSpyAQfKd4H9ZjaB-5ITgn8Kyqj2YoXyazphB9P_IuqAddGF21rPFYYkx4b4gvHQLRDCmrqAMNwgomg7aQ/s1600-h/Brian+%26+Rebecca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444848100265082242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoLzzLPShOT_4jBP8EV-TwFmMu74ILydWttPZh_6TmFR8TPKCZMxa3WSpyAQfKd4H9ZjaB-5ITgn8Kyqj2YoXyazphB9P_IuqAddGF21rPFYYkx4b4gvHQLRDCmrqAMNwgomg7aQ/s320/Brian+%26+Rebecca.jpg" border="0" /></a>After hiking some trails last year (including the VERY TOUGH for beginners Chimney Tops), we decided this year we would try to focus on trails that included waterfalls. They are lovely creations of God that we want to take the time to enjoy. There is something very peaceful about the sound of the water rushing over the rocks.<br /><br />The first hike we took this year was to Laurel Falls. It is a very easy 2.6 mi round trip hike right off the road about 3 miles past the Great Smoky Mtns Visitor Center. We hiked it on Feb 20th, but that day was unseasonably warm (note the short sleeves). It was in the mid 50's and it was absolutely gorgeous. There was ice and snow on the trail in spots on the way up and lots of ice around the waterfall.<br /><br />We have several more waterfalls that we want to hike this year. I'm not sure which one will be next, but I know some that are on our list are Abrams Falls @ Cades Cove (5 mi round trip & 20' high), Grotto Falls (3 mi round trip & 25' high falls), Mingo Falls (less than 1 mi, 120' high), and probably the most difficult will be Ramsey Cascades (8 mi round trip & 100' high).<br /><br />Hopefully I can be much better at updating the blog and you can come along with us.Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-40768836352138132222009-11-04T11:05:00.002-05:002009-11-04T11:15:28.846-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Sd6l_l1pq-HIryMzr0GjNCngMTmIfiSAJ9-K2D7Auyy1M4DncvdmnHlGVUpaITQ6lqQT_pUQxELztPs1TE0x7gqNvRB4FJsccaQ9CP0v1kdGDV_GnlXClUs8XAoCcoWxcaO9A/s1600-h/IMG_4379.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400280463430997442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1Sd6l_l1pq-HIryMzr0GjNCngMTmIfiSAJ9-K2D7Auyy1M4DncvdmnHlGVUpaITQ6lqQT_pUQxELztPs1TE0x7gqNvRB4FJsccaQ9CP0v1kdGDV_GnlXClUs8XAoCcoWxcaO9A/s320/IMG_4379.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay, so I admit that blogging has been on the back-burner for a while!!!! Sorry to all of my friends who "follow" me since I've given you nothing to follow! :)<br /><br />Fall is such a great time of year and we are always busy in the fall. It seems that there are just never enough hours in the day to update all the things we do---calendars, facebook, blogs--in addition to keeping up with daily activities. So, the blog has been left alone in the cold!<br /><br />One thing I really want to work on is getting better at putting my feelings & thoughts into written words. That's why I started this blog to begin with, but I let time just get away from me. I know fall is a time where we should slow down and enjoy the time and that's exactly what I want to do.<br /><br />All I can say is that I will try to be better about writing down some things and getting some thoughts put on paper. I would LOVE to write a book, but I'm not an eloquent writer and use rather simple words instead of elaborate ones, but it's something I would like to get better at and you can't get better at anything unless you practice! ;)<br /><br />Hope to see you again soon with some more updates and maybe some good "short stories". Some of the things we've had go on in our house over the years would make for some great "laugh 'till you cry" stories. Any of you who have known us a long time would agree! ;)<br /><br />Thanks for reading and I'll be back in touch soon!<br />RebeccaRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-15478556672031965792009-07-11T19:35:00.003-04:002009-07-11T19:43:17.766-04:00Purple Mountain Majesties<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPT4042nZz3sfGjhX8TTDjLPmCFTXUavOMQw_EPtGpNqWwQMD9aJ2BQX9tV1gt5KEREdMlAMJlY1IJnfaaj9Bjoh4vkZ_PrPuYM-GMV6FjumzAuDAr6hoDsKLlG6JyBDH0hS7xNQ/s1600-h/IMG_6885.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357351843752269778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPT4042nZz3sfGjhX8TTDjLPmCFTXUavOMQw_EPtGpNqWwQMD9aJ2BQX9tV1gt5KEREdMlAMJlY1IJnfaaj9Bjoh4vkZ_PrPuYM-GMV6FjumzAuDAr6hoDsKLlG6JyBDH0hS7xNQ/s320/IMG_6885.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I have been on vacation with one of my best friends for the last few days. She lives in Colorado Springs, CO and it was a trip that's been planned for a while. I have been in awe at God's creations! I want to share some of my favorite pictures of the Rocky Mountains and other places of interest. I will blog more about my visit as soon as I get back home, but if you are a friend on Facebook...check them out. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-13729388732563798172009-06-02T11:36:00.004-04:002009-06-02T11:58:21.887-04:00Weekly AdventuresOkay....so I'm slacking on my blog writing again. :) It's been a fun and eventful summer so far, but I've not had a lot of time to blog. Sorry to those of you who follow me!<br /><br />I am just going to write today about the fun things that have gone on this week. If you get bored, feel free to stop reading anytime. ;)<br /><br />Saturday we went to Kevin & Brandi's cook-out. I took TONS of pictures and we had a great time. If you want to see the pics, click on the following link <a href="http://photo1.walgreens.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=247913003/a=9377000_9377000/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/" target="_blank">http://photo1.walgreens.com/thumbnailshare/AlbumID=247913003/a=9377000_9377000/otsc=SHR/otsi=SALBlink/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/</a><br /><br />Sunday we went to church and visited a new Sunday School class....we've really been slacking in this area, so we are trying to find the right fit for us. Charley had been invited to a friend's house for a party, so he rode home with him. Hunter had been invited to Destiny's house (the girlfriend), so we went to eat lunch then took him there. Brian & I went to Bass Pro & Wal-Mart (I know...how exciting!) and then told Hunter we were coming to get him. Well, he didn't want to leave yet, so we decided to go to the Wright's to pick up Charley. I had brought my camera and had decided that I would love to get some pics of these teenage boys riding the jet ski or boat.<br /><br />We went in and they had just started eating supper, so we joined in for grilled hot dogs, potato salad, corn on the cob, baked beans & fresh watermelon! Then we were heading outside and Brian said how it had been a long time since he'd been on a jet ski. So, Ron offered him some trunks and a t-shirt and he went out and had LOTS of fun (and now wants one!). ;) I went out on the boat with Ron & the boys to take pics of them knee-boarding! It was so much fun and I got some great pics there too. If you want to see them, click this link <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025183&id=1099266288&l=007cea7888">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025183&id=1099266288&l=007cea7888</a><br /><br />Monday I went to work (like every week), but when I got home Brian had already started cutting the hole in the wall. We've been going to do this since we moved in almost a year ago! There is a big door that leads from the front room (which we use as a dining room) into the kitchen, but coming from the den you can't see into that room. It makes that area feel very closed off. So, he'd done it.....the chair rail and baseboards were off and one side of the sheetrock was cut to the studs. I was kind of nervous about it, but I couldn't wait to see what it looked like when you could see through it! Here are some pics of the beginning stages....I will put up more later! <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025266&id=1099266288&l=7fea8666f9">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025266&id=1099266288&l=7fea8666f9</a><br /><br />It was so great! Brian let me walk through the doorway first--such a gentleman! We worked until almost midnight last night and almost have 1 side completely sheetrocked. Hopefully we'll get the other side done by tonight or tomorrow and I can paint it before I leave on Friday.<br /><br />Brian & the boys are at the airplane museum in Sevierville today. They are giving rides in a B-17 today and if you know Charley at all, you know airplanes are his "thing". I can't wait to see pics. I sent Brian off with my camera, so I hope I get some good ones!<br /><br />Hunter goes back to have his wrist checked and either get a short cast or brace on Friday. He's very excited! I'll let you know how that goes too. Just pray we're good. He's done great with the cast and is very inventive with ways to do things with that hand/arm. ;) <br /><br />Pray for my family also....they will probably eat LOTS of fast food, sandwiches & ramen noodles this weekend. I am leaving on Friday around 4 to go to Atlanta with 3 of my friends--Sabrina, Sandi & Bev. We're going to see a Braves game on Sat night and going to eat at the Cheesecake Factory! I've never been to CF, so I'm very excited about that.<br /><br />Well, that's the last week in a blast! If you've quit reading by now, I don't blame you. It's our life and we love it, but not sure other people find it interesting. ;)<br /><br />More to come......Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-31233023446089525832009-05-13T20:50:00.011-04:002009-05-13T22:39:53.364-04:00Snap, Crackle, Pop<div><div>Okay, so I've been just a bit preoccupied to blog for a little while. Last Thursday, while Hunter was playing a great game (he was 3 for 3 with one being a double, had 4 RBI's and had scored all 3 times on base) he had a play at the plate that turned that great game into something else.</div><br /><div></div><div>If you closely look at the pictures below you will see how it happened. I was taking pictures as usual--trying to keep my mouth closed, remember? :) So, I got it ALL on digital pictures. </div><br /><div></div><div>A play was made at 2nd base and that boy got back safely. The 2nd baseman then threw the ball to Hunter at home plate because the boy on 3rd decided he might be able to make it home. You must understand--we were winning the game 20-2 at the time. Although the boy was running home and Hunter clearly had him out and he couldn't get out of the tag, he did probably what most boys who watch baseball on tv would do if they didn't know better.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TZxMM-_avA_qB5xMi3gfUTSDw7ybQzZTaSvZ38at0AX_DsFV-41VOeyjI2dlU6pHA9jvW2slXfZdyZZ8O2aUC5UAxGx2VcWJ6b8JOHGoH8ipmbUKf3W3t5W6OWq8ZkreF0y2SA/s1600-h/IMG_2921.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335478866765146114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TZxMM-_avA_qB5xMi3gfUTSDw7ybQzZTaSvZ38at0AX_DsFV-41VOeyjI2dlU6pHA9jvW2slXfZdyZZ8O2aUC5UAxGx2VcWJ6b8JOHGoH8ipmbUKf3W3t5W6OWq8ZkreF0y2SA/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" /></a><br />Hunter's got the ball and is getting ready to make his play.<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnptFzenlBkgqxQubMGzn3loEggGPKx5xNJKXAjfqDlqOsm1arIlVYnS6CgFMR7fkjOehfKJD04kAP-44hWDfPW7s9ZU6m3VhLndHcfmTYPgr-tirje44RoTn7NFUbxdoebnmmw/s1600-h/IMG_2922.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335480011337727074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnptFzenlBkgqxQubMGzn3loEggGPKx5xNJKXAjfqDlqOsm1arIlVYnS6CgFMR7fkjOehfKJD04kAP-44hWDfPW7s9ZU6m3VhLndHcfmTYPgr-tirje44RoTn7NFUbxdoebnmmw/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" /></a><br />The ball has kind of bobbled, but he still has control, so he is actually transferring the ball to his open hand (left).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_66bOXsQWomV_ZI4LRtmWp9P1RXVz_qm40tI3rgcI9U4K1KMdzN7DushWr7WT80x3ih_gC7lYJxW_G6siw_nXCB2qLrhCTvidlJkuKigm3iZMEZc65IWhAQRY_flV3YbXN39gg/s1600-h/IMG_2923.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335481401730010834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie_66bOXsQWomV_ZI4LRtmWp9P1RXVz_qm40tI3rgcI9U4K1KMdzN7DushWr7WT80x3ih_gC7lYJxW_G6siw_nXCB2qLrhCTvidlJkuKigm3iZMEZc65IWhAQRY_flV3YbXN39gg/s320/IMG_2923.JPG" /></a><br />Hunter is blocking the plate (like he should since he has the ball) and is getting ready to apply the tag.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqasqThfb369JApTdMXk8r0zkP5AW0hRO4atuPIz5tvds1scSyfsveW0X7ITAc8glZIuDiwzJNU2z6KQboxFRlGlJ6FG3P76NMZANmy_dkRJ3ofOKb8Vp7svs94JohWuzfPvRJOg/s1600-h/IMG_2924.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335482034278396146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqasqThfb369JApTdMXk8r0zkP5AW0hRO4atuPIz5tvds1scSyfsveW0X7ITAc8glZIuDiwzJNU2z6KQboxFRlGlJ6FG3P76NMZANmy_dkRJ3ofOKb8Vp7svs94JohWuzfPvRJOg/s320/IMG_2924.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>The tag is applied, but the boy doesn't slow down or stop--he keeps going. This is when the break occurs. It actually bent Hunter's wrist backwards. OUCH!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vzNZkz6kqHTcNmy-z-kgX1e9zYtYT7OfwUx6rq0Hsqg2S0IBDcJyrpDhhuHHKSUJqpIhUfSnRNPERRxhv0Bjjx73B5GlZNTVnNU4WJc1Li0Oc54YSh8fCJRJWQEFmLwJA50K5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2925.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335482468428640354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7vzNZkz6kqHTcNmy-z-kgX1e9zYtYT7OfwUx6rq0Hsqg2S0IBDcJyrpDhhuHHKSUJqpIhUfSnRNPERRxhv0Bjjx73B5GlZNTVnNU4WJc1Li0Oc54YSh8fCJRJWQEFmLwJA50K5Q/s320/IMG_2925.JPG" /></a></div><div>Hunter is falling, but still hangs on to that ball.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwT1OewAdeD4dFiQe6-YFpOTs8cD5vJeuFloST8oBd_O4tdffUTRlRkvu8Or6v-80bUKNlaazoVioVVLPBJrCuSYMT9G_1aieLMrFmJKgndQZFYExkpZzS_TE17zGGQ2EBIofHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2926.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335482956305287794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJwT1OewAdeD4dFiQe6-YFpOTs8cD5vJeuFloST8oBd_O4tdffUTRlRkvu8Or6v-80bUKNlaazoVioVVLPBJrCuSYMT9G_1aieLMrFmJKgndQZFYExkpZzS_TE17zGGQ2EBIofHQ/s320/IMG_2926.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Still got the ball, but now realizes something is terribly wrong.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6v1708LTRXDbMMcxvV_28LM-11DwuLmCvlj1ux4CyJJyNTAk4nqbt6ffuZmSByxpO5kV1xj7CP8UKd20ZkqxLMokj12LmH0CVVjs0hhb-U30B23a0ns7mfYXLap6FhkcsnpgRSA/s1600-h/IMG_2927.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335483412488526786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6v1708LTRXDbMMcxvV_28LM-11DwuLmCvlj1ux4CyJJyNTAk4nqbt6ffuZmSByxpO5kV1xj7CP8UKd20ZkqxLMokj12LmH0CVVjs0hhb-U30B23a0ns7mfYXLap6FhkcsnpgRSA/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" /></a><br />At this point I don't know it's not good. I just know he's been knocked down.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzbe9t_4-yFeHID7JuMhqWO_FDtUWtcAqq_t-iQDVeqXYpQBkrNlnG1JaOHjjDfHoZA9JpopePaJdhxc2Ygyipk6BoMwDOmZiWcWjWkgDeMUP1Ge8FgXXtpOVXGxwtyLvD0Vy9A/s1600-h/IMG_2929.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335502133301157618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzbe9t_4-yFeHID7JuMhqWO_FDtUWtcAqq_t-iQDVeqXYpQBkrNlnG1JaOHjjDfHoZA9JpopePaJdhxc2Ygyipk6BoMwDOmZiWcWjWkgDeMUP1Ge8FgXXtpOVXGxwtyLvD0Vy9A/s320/IMG_2929.JPG" /></a><br />Now I realize that something is wrong, and unfortunately I was right. Hunter's wrist is broken, but he has the great Dr. C taking care of him! Poor Ron has treated everyone in my family....I think we're on the "frequent flyer" list! Ha! :) Obviously this is the point where I stopped taking pictures!</div><div> </div><div>As far as baseball, I think we're definitely done for the year. That is sad...Hunter was having a great year! His batting had come on as well as his catching ability. He has grown and learned over the last year. What we have to concentrate on is getting better, getting stronger and getting back to the game. He still goes to every game and hypes up the team from the dugout! He's very tough! Mom on the other hand just gets sad when she's watching the team play. I gotta get my game face on! :)</div><div> </div><div>I'll update more as we find out more. We go back on Friday and the following Friday. Hopefully we get good news!<br /></div></div></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-78344471183710582009-05-01T14:11:00.004-04:002009-05-01T14:33:38.028-04:00Winning isn't everything, but it's fun!We teach our children that winning isn't the most important thing in any facet of life. We want them to succeed (or to win), but sometimes it just doesn't happen that way. Sports are hard because the focus is on winning--and secretly, you want to win too. Don't lie! It's true. We all have a very selfish nature to want to win.<br /><div><div><div></div><br /><div>We've been on those ball teams that we lost almost every game in a season. Seriously, one year we only won 1 game!!!! How sad. Well, this year has not started out great. It's been a far cry from last year where we only lost 1 game and we won the City Championship. That said...we have some talented players on our team, they just don't know it yet. They've got to learn to work together and build each other up. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330925027977499010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOX4V_5es9NJ6_YRBpDRjOjbd8iGUiwTa24gy2t4fgLdrJfKPAlhz_jJTDaRcmYNKQP1MOtPW9BYSfdPFNRN9h6QrltFNsHeX-vICQRhtkPSAfh07YBrJBehKIgsP8AtIvXd1BPA/s320/Hunter+sliding+into+2nd.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>They're getting lots better. Last night was proof of that. We had a tight game which we won 8-6. I love a game that just goes back and forth--except that part deep down inside me that wants to win. ;) That's part of the reason I take pictures because it's easier to keep my mouth closed if my camera is in front of it!!! Our boys did great and kept working hard to win the ballgame. We had two very closely matched teams playing and it was a great game to watch. </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330924794140303042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1763OVclv8RywAs6W_40CLtK4TeDjoT6qVqXZ9qQcqYxnOQmz4oUu8-pLHDQId-j3hjK_SQSwVzVeDbI4SlvjLFRBdjbcG7IZ5nGjCP5yD3QpAEJikUg2l_4aNu9ypF4K0qRWQ/s320/catcher+getting+a+wild+pitch.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div>To see my son doing an awesome job his first year in this league and see how much better he is as a ballplayer is great! Is he the "best"? No, not compared to the entire league. Does he have the heart and determination and use his skills as a ballplayer? Absolutely, so that makes him the best in my book! Last night--a double, 2 singles, 3 RBI's and scored all 3 times (thanks to someone else's bat!)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330925028238166914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUp1xtxI4Pw0iZg76VsucztuYquFkuwE-OE7kV2BFcHHUGYgOqJJa-007D1jhWxyRZ5z7aYiXgqHXNURszpr5ZgIrzPZrlsqMXwXo5s5ArMj6KPVmQCv0_4VmRSQAPK16QwCdhw/s320/Hunter+hitting.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-23430277325056710072009-04-29T07:34:00.004-04:002009-04-29T07:43:27.015-04:00Baseball is great!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330076888872952194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRtrUNPnYY-BVlkLphuCyBG2OEAwpsh23RSGdjQwV_llZoC16yeIeIyxsInCurG6sbpaegcMUIfpCYYYNUV9GPu7VHDufAd7MNjJcQmym45KxiXfmuLsVGvChW3_p6nDYSAdgDmw/s320/Hunter+hitting.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Hunter hitting the ball (1 of 2 hits for the night)!</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330076891440404834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvv_WyC_W31LWfEm07cRaklIcqsljTcIVmxjzR6RX_PImE2tICJviuietFwcYiJOfzlfqcf8grZRTiubEcezyUB-WQ1iOPUZPItvvDXN68ep11YxquiQXWUh5CX9oChnrw33Hp6Q/s320/Hunter+beating+out+the+throw.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Beating out the throw to 1st--That's an accomplishment considering Andy B. is playing first base.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjLx5sf9-PvuxXEPCcsWqewIc1k3ikC_lua1lklFsvIRuFHBkIaGCs7eXzlX9LpYy-1eJlBMcN4V7xvCdIB7brsaME4eKGuoHLX1GG_QRp4X-rjwt2ns_k4_1eqCc7Exx3YC25w/s1600-h/Hunter+on+2nd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330076891798682722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjLx5sf9-PvuxXEPCcsWqewIc1k3ikC_lua1lklFsvIRuFHBkIaGCs7eXzlX9LpYy-1eJlBMcN4V7xvCdIB7brsaME4eKGuoHLX1GG_QRp4X-rjwt2ns_k4_1eqCc7Exx3YC25w/s320/Hunter+on+2nd.jpg" /></a> Stealing 2nd base<br /><br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330076894308283506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-jeBRz570h-vU4A9cioEyVgx24UOEbLJDMa6GtY27-nNicZz5fe1XYInY4uA5vrIb-d3b7-J_FXSSGMVXE-aj8lGWfPyikuM619T2e6FwTBVkx_NBFeHkbWq_FkL2KtnCgwqMQ/s320/Hunter+on+3rd.jpg" />Hunter's first two games have not been the best for the team. We've lost them both, but I do see improvement. Hopefully the team will "gel" and come together! Here are some much requested pictures of Hunter. I look forward to getting my zoom lens in order to get some better ones. For now, I just settle on cropping them in my photo editing software.<br /><br />Here's Hunter! He's #17 this year. Go Dodgers!<br /><br />More to come......<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-82971916891222514342009-04-28T20:32:00.003-04:002009-04-29T07:34:18.537-04:00Busy, multi-tasker or Adult ADHD--you be the judgeWhy can I never seem to finish anything? Sometimes I think it's just because I'm "too busy". In my defense, I DO have a lot of things on my plate (but who else doesn't). Yes, I work 40 hours a week outside the home, as many as I can inside my home, spend time at many sporting events with my kids, spend as much time with my family as I can, volunteer in many facets, etc. Does that mean that I shouldn't finish things? Absolutely not!<br /><br /><br /><br />I start of great--whether it comes to cleaning, diets, or whatever. Then, before you know it.........crash & burn! I get distracted, it's time to leave, I get discouraged. Maybe that's why I love to scrapbook. Even when you finish one, you can still add to it. Or even if you can't or don't want to, there's always more pictures to scrap.<br /><br /><br /><br />Do you think it might be a touch of adult ADHD? I'm not making fun--I'm serious! If you call me, I will listen and once I drop off the conversation....just yell and get me back! I get engrossed in things some times and just don't pay attention. I used to think of myself as a great multi-tasker, but now I feel like I can listen to several conversations at once, but I can't process them. I get bits and pieces from each. Or, it could be that I'm just getting older. Well, that's not my favorite choice, but probably the right one.<br /><br />Well, I better go....lots more things to half do today, and lots I HAVE to complete! ;)<br /><br />Anyone else feel the same way?Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-1943394577268525042009-04-23T13:06:00.002-04:002009-04-23T13:08:38.598-04:00Take me out to the ballgame....I'm so excited about Hunter's first baseball game tonight! We finally get to play. With all this rain we've had, plus being in the upper league this year, it's been a slow start. I look forward to adding some pictures of the ballfield and Hunter soon. It is a beautiful day!<br /><br />See ya soon!<br />RebeccaRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-52567777072124052002009-04-11T20:53:00.007-04:002009-04-11T21:24:47.860-04:00Hunter's new device<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I thought if you read my last blog that you might be a little confused. I asked Hunter today if he minded if I took some pics of him while he changed his pump and glucose sensor. So, here is a step by step view of what he does and what these devices look like. It's really interesting if you've never seen anyone with Type 1. :)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323604088639358450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiY1zDQJlsHKFlFE2hiTwHz8zPdA99NFPXJhTRaT5xhgq4_1DV9tFsIcm5B2IPAHKwOcsElKgTQYSHbI7jBpiTg5Jlw5JEzEYHq6ZoOZmxKnkiEQoB3oZy7-PbE2QjFq9JLaP8Fg/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" /> <p align="center"> Hunter's tools.</p><p align="center">Regular blood glucose monitor, insulin pump w/tubing and reservoir to hold insulin, quickserter to help insert the pump site, insulin, sensor site, softserter to help insert the sensor site and sensor w/charger to keep the battery charged in the sensor.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323604922615396258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjs-eCM2Uz0rbMeKxcXXhhiQ7ZVuc7bveCfeslWsgkWHZvwj9wNFRHdkM9ZXWJ0-MVyXlW89UgEtfiiwW8So7AH2cBFoBap3xoQjVPKB7Ke4d4EvvsvNJfhOKPe19INZ4u8arAA/s320/IMG_0533.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> Putting insulin into the reservoir.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323605534555002274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcGB7SIuqOcMR3RPsyYc3rQPQcvlZoHSuauFiJj3BYIr2IB5osDcYgNbIexCg-bDtsytGhB7w9krocJGtjDjlQfDQzewTju-bZ2jjAiDXcj2lngH2huNODKBhntTFnqvZV7VPlAg/s320/IMG_0540.JPG" /></p><p align="center">"Priming" the pump--making sure the insulin is through the tubing.</p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323606165945506322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQUd_nLyYo3acE3AQSRmaXbZiNynGIDqbM40moc8dZjoFA0HYbiLm1BAXROGRb4I82PCHP6rIK4fYYd9vWsjpnPabjSLeaw_NHUWvZcNkGYzmqLMylfNOAaDeNrqyG_dcppAiYpA/s320/IMG_0551.JPG" /></p><p align="center">The sensor....this monitors his blood sugar (with the attached half moon electronic part).<br /><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323606682773655890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintHymxbi__BN2ydvxjeudnaN-qEaYhJD1vqzOrrJtUt-V2XcBwb__5bktouhhxR-dkYsITWRx7qLKh2LlTaaFxhjEWqk1J5NZXFLpuYCpJ_2R_sWbZsNfFCJPRPosbeb9ncf1qg/s320/IMG_0560.JPG" />Here are both his sites. The one on the left is his pump site that delivers insulin. The one on the right is his sensor that remotes his blood sugar to his pump. </p><p> </p><p>That's a little about what he does. We are so blessed for this technology to be possible! We thank God each day that He gives the doctors and other medical professionals the knowledge to create things like this that make lives better!<br /></p>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32066281.post-27860547702561550952009-04-09T23:00:00.005-04:002009-04-09T23:55:01.501-04:00A new chapter<div><div>I know most of you who read my blog know us on a personal basis. If you don't, I'll give you just a little background and that will help you understand why today was so special to me.</div><br /><div></div><div>Our youngest son, Hunter, was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes on January 29th, 2004 at the age of 8. He was in 3rd grade. Hunter has never let this slow him down and we have never let him use this as an excuse or a crutch. If you want to know more about his story, just ask. I don't want to bore you with all the details. Seriously if you know someone dealing with this, please feel free to have them contact me. Now, on to how special today was!</div><br /><div></div><div>Today, April 9th, is the day that Hunter got to use his Real Time Glucose Monitoring System. You're saying "Woo-hoo. What does that mean?" :) Well, this system continuously reads his blood glucose (sugar) and sends that information to his insulin pump. This will help him keep a better management on his sugar levels and also allow him to have less finger sticks each day. </div><br /><p></p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905210660256594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkF7H2d1FLjByiLtRt-w4EcMsy1RAx6Olq2FJDfrgsVIC709yAVBWdQDMICSLI_Jv9aKCZF6TfLyZffY1saSNzTsF9fuBAmA7nmbxP58JMStYNdwdbLNpAJyWCxoWG4sQ0-hNKGQ/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" /><br /></p><div></div><div>Hunter's daily routine right after being diagnosed was learning how to count carbs, checking his sugar around 10-13 times per day and using needles for insulin injections 4 times per day. Then we moved to the insulin pump after that first year. He went down to around 6-8 finger sticks a day and changing a pump site every 3 days. Now, going through the teenage years, we're still using the insulin pump, but are back to checking around 10-15 times per day! The pump has been great and was about as advanced as technology had gotten.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322905826243221250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2H9e_tHVTly_Flyk7fYkAXDhG_0CAJvsAaitndkgIi0E0I6VPZUHlF9XG12QBKfcChPRDwWaF2yNHafFJdt06A52StYrozKuliiAV22KTfHDrW0l1vytnl76J04LGS0WplOSbGQ/s320/IMG_0382.JPG" /> <div></div><div>Well, having a child with any disease or disability has its challenges. We have prayed for a cure to Diabetes and believe it can happen during Hunter's lifetime. This is why we are active in our local walks for Diabetes. When we learned the Real Time Glucose Monitor (from now on I will abbreviate it as RTGM) had been approved, we were excited. Although it is still not an easily accesible item, it can be approved by insurance. </div><br /><div></div><div>What the RTGM does is check Hunter's sugar and infrared that information to his insulin pump every 5 minutes. This will give him better control, better knowledge of highs and lows coming on and less finger sticks. It doesn't take the place of finger sticks (but that technology will definitely be here in his lifetime), but it will aleviate his need for so many during the course of a day. </div><br /><div></div><div>So, today was a great day! Hunter learned how to use the RTGM and we also got a USB port that will upload all his information to a website where we (and most importantly his Endocrinologist) can review the data and find patterns and problems. We hope this will be a great asset to him and really help him live to his fullest by helping lower his risks for long term health problems.</div><br /><div></div><div>We thank God each day for our children's health and for the people who work behind the scenes to use their talents to make this technology. :)</div><div></div><div> </div></div>Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505973036207838900noreply@blogger.com1