tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17872851011390827522024-03-21T19:33:07.148-07:00KORTNEY AND HER FROGSClete, Kortney, Dakota, Corden, Spencer and Olivia all one big happy, crazy, on the go, loud, loving family. This is just part of moms view of our life as the crazy Harringtons.Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-14525085674935287142020-06-09T11:33:00.002-07:002020-06-09T11:33:33.721-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Today is a bad headache. Another day of not wanting to do anything. Not wanting to move my head or listen to any noise. I read an old post by me today and thought it still stands up exactly today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My goal is not not to eat it is just to eat less. The last time I posted to this all my sweet babies were little now I have a grandson 2 kids in college and a junior in high school. I can say I have lived during a pandemic and have crazy irrational fears about health and safety. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is the new me. Still crazy. Still over weight. Still looking for things in life to make me a happier person. Still happy with the life I have. AND addicted to food. Hahahaha. </span><br />
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I figured out yesterday something I have known for a long time but have not wanted to admit it. (Mmm as I roll my eyes at myself.) I am addicted to food. I want food it doesn’t matter if I am hungry or not. It is the act of eating, putting it in my mouth feeling the texture, the taste ooooooo, the smell. Have you ever really just felt at home when you are eating something? Food can take me back to when I was a kid, or when I was happier, when I was thinner. The bad thing about admitting to this is I love to cook and bake it is my most favorite thing to do for myself. It gives me purpose in my house, my kids brag about my food and that makes my heart swell with laughter and happiness when they ask for more. </div>
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Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-2815364101077379722013-02-11T09:29:00.000-08:002013-02-11T09:32:09.153-08:00WhATs For diNNer?What is for dinner????<br />
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My mom has given me her recipe for mustard greens cause everyone love them in my house except Dakota and me. However how I made them last night OMG I really like them. <br />
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Washed and tore off the end stems. This is when they are very bitter in my opinion.<br />
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Chopped onions garlic. We used 2 1/2 onions and 3 cloves of garlic. Add Olive Oil to the pot to really really hot then add onions, garlic, salt, and pepper to taste. Let brown. We like a little crunch so we add a hand full of onions toward the end of cooking this part and let soften just a little.<br />
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Wash and remove end of the stem. We id not tear this this time but next time we will tear them in half<br />
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After the onions and garlic are all ready add in the mustard green. I turned them a little to get them coated with the olive oil. Cover and let sit. After about 3-5 min they will be wilted watch to see how wilted fits to your taste. <br />
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We served with rice and chicken kabobs, not a lot of leftovers of anything.<br />
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Good family dinner. We sat at the dinning table, something we don't get to do often because everyone is on a different schedule. Hopefully a sign for more dinner togetherness.Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-89091894695056594322012-01-19T11:15:00.000-08:002012-01-19T12:18:22.314-08:00The weekend and a little of the week<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">This weekend I ended up with Mia, Calie, Kelsie, and of course my daughter. Olivia had 2 b-day parties on Sat the last one......Toia, Kendra, Jane, and I went and had dinner and drinks when we went back to pick up the girls of course they all wanted to come back to my fun house. They had a blast of course there was dress up and high heel shoes that they all get to wear. Dancing and cheering you can't come to my house with out dancing and cheering. They all spent the night and woke up very quietly so they could have a cappuccino. It was great fun for all to be had.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The adults of the group hung out and played cards in attendance where the Lanes, Mike Mendoza (missing Sheryl), and the Allisons. Its baseball season so we will get to hang out them some. You know they use us for the pool. Just kidding. It was a blast playing oh hell our new favorite card game. I ended the night before everyone else because of my eyes being on fire. That is what you get when you wear your contacts for 24 hours straight and your eyes are not used to it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sunday was a lay around day at home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Monday was crazy I did a million loads of laundry and cleaned out the top part of my armorie Look at what I did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">OH and I have been doing really good on working out. Monday I worked out 3x Tuesday I did Zumba on the xbox with Olivia, Kelsie, and Kendra (that was alot of fun) Wed I went to Jane's and we did a P90x ouch. But we all finished and were able to walk out instead of on a stretcher.</span></div>
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<br /></div>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-18880942551601487032012-01-17T09:29:00.000-08:002012-01-17T09:30:27.505-08:00a list, a day in my life<span style="color: black;">So yesterday was crazy insane but...... I guess productive I did at least 15 loads of laundry (no <span class="st">Exaggeration</span>). With 6 people in the house and everyone thinking they need a new blanket everyday and that you can't wear your jeans at least twice is a lot of laundry. I cleaned out my armour and made it into half shoes rack half dresser. I will post a pic later. Gave my husband 2 more drawers when he only had 2 to start with. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">My kitchen is spotless, ALL of the laundry is folded or hung up all is put away. The front bathroom is cleaned. I worked out 3x. I know what 3x but I have to count everything . 15 min of pilates 5 min of zumba on xbox (that is fun I think I am going to buy it) 20 min of pilates in the evening. My goal today is to do Turbo Fire the 30 min work out and another round of pilates. Made eggs and bacon for dinner. I did not eat any bacon and came in 8 calories under what I could have used. I know this just sounds like a to do list that I finished but my list is still at least 2 pages long. mmmmmmm </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">I go to the ENT today to hopefully get answers on my ears and why they drive me crazy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Baseball practice for the boys. Maybe gym for Olivia or the batting cages. Needing to find art school or class for Kota so he can get better than he already is. Need to buy a scale so I will know if I am loosing any weight. OH and wishing for a Bowflex TreadClimber. To bad I can't be a before and after person.</span><br />
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1. Turbo Fire<br />
2. piliats<br />
3. 4 loads of laundry<br />
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Sooooo the goal this week is again to work out 2 x this week. I have a date with 3 other friends on Wed. to work out together. I need someone to make me do it. you know hold me accountable. I know that I have only been on WW for 12 days but........When am I going to get my mind around the idea of STOP PUTTING FOOD IN MY MOUTH. I am going to go to my garage and do palliates right now wish me luck. If you have any ideas on how to get someone motivated please send me your thoughts.<br />
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<br />Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-87328069392219953122012-01-11T11:25:00.000-08:002012-01-11T11:55:53.850-08:00Hello my name is .... and I am addicted to foodI figured out yesterday something I have known for a long time but have not wanted to admit it. (Mmm as I roll my eyes at myself.) I am addicted to food. I want food it doesn’t matter if I am hungry or not. It is the act of eating, putting it in my mouth feeling the texture, the taste ooooooo, the smell. Have you ever really just felt at home when you are eating something? Food can take me back to when I was a kid, or when I was happier, when I was thinner. The bad thing about admitting to this is I love to cook and bake it is my most favorite thing to do for myself. It gives me purpose in my house, my kids brag about my food and that makes my heart swell with laughter and happiness when they ask for more. <br />
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This is my 2nd round of WW just like you I have tried all the get skinny quick gimmicks. The first time it took off enough weight for me to go to Vegas with my husband and beautiful friend and her husband. We had great fun but I was still very aware of my body being bigger than what I want. Depending on what I am doing and who I am with I either think like SHALLOW HAL or that I am a beached whale. Have you seen that movie? Where he sees all the women beautiful, skinny, and happy? I’ve got the happy most of the time. I am a mom and a wife so it can’t be 100% let’s get real. <br />
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<br />Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-75361719956078241162011-12-01T11:22:00.000-08:002012-01-11T11:56:08.398-08:00Coming to an endThe cheer/football season is coming to an end. We (all the wonderful people that help me out all of the time that I love so much.) are finishing up the end of the year gifts and getting ready for the party. <br />
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The weather has changed it is crisp, cool, and windy outside. So what does that do for my household. Well let me tell you. UUUUUUUURRRRRRG is what I start thinking because everyone is in the house on top of each other. There is no extra space for anything extra or anyone. We have half way finished the garage it is looking really good. Clete threw away I don't even want to think about how much crap. <br />
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Saturday we started out with Cross Country @ 9:00 Kim T and I meet at QT @ 8:30 well lets be honest I was at QT at 8:30 lol. The boys had to be at the meet at 9:00 to check in. (They could have rode the bus but that would have meant they had to be at school @ 7:00 am.) OH YES let me think my son Corden thought it would be very cool to stay up until 4:30 (when I was woken up by gears of war and told him to go to bed). Follow Kim all around town looking for the school that both of us should have known it where abouts. BUT NO it is me and KIM. They are scheduled to run at 9:45 and then they are off. Corden and CJ did totally awesome video above and yes of course I always yell for my children. lol AND yes they make fun of me when they listen to me on videos but they can hear me on the field and it makes them move.<br />
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From Cheer to football Spencer played at 2:00 across town and Cord played at 2:30 on our home fields. So I chose to watch Corden play. I had parents on Spencers team texting me and keeping me updated on the game. I was one for the books they were rocking the house. Spencer intercepted a pass in the other teams in zone and ran it all the way to our end zone. That is right baby 100 yard touchdown. "THATS ANOTHER WHAT TIGER TOUCHDOWN"<br />
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Sunday Baseball games. 1st game I don't know the other team the 2nd was Nic Swanson and Tucker Dunlaps team. What are the big boys playing my baby for. Nic is gonna get it he beamed Spencer right in the arm and wooooo it hurt. He took it and went on but they pulled him for the rest of the game. Move on the the evening ready to enjoy chili with the Gotchers and Lanes. MMMMM and goooooood company can't ask for anything better. </div>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-36006053471193977632011-09-23T09:53:00.000-07:002011-09-23T09:53:23.804-07:00Home coming parade<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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When the parade came to an end we went on to our practice location down the street and around the corner. The boys jumped off and and sprinted to there practice spot while the girls had to wait because we had a little bit of a walk. As we were going to our spot across the street the homecoming court was in the parking lot and the girls went all gooey seeing the girls in there gowns. Both girls asked if they could take pictures with my girls and of course that was right up there ally. Olivia asked the girls in the strapless gown if she could borrow the dress when she becomes homecoming queen. LOL The very sweet young lady said "of course you can just call me and I will give it to you and we can take a picture together a new homecoming queen and an old one" I thought that was so nice. </div>
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We continue on our journey and head to practice where all the girls were so tired from school and the parade that they did not have very much fun learning new chants. However had a lot of fun doing the team building skills that I had them do. All in All I felt like it should have been Friday and that the day should have ending 24 hours before. It was a great day with my favorite girls and my favorite boys. HAPPY HOMECOMING.Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-19591541009411856012011-09-23T08:48:00.000-07:002011-09-23T08:48:55.170-07:00First game of the season<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Saturday 08/27/11</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The first games of the football and cheer season in Broken Arrow, the GridIron Divas are geared up and ready to go. We all show up and what do you find on our field 4 another cheer squad about to go on. UGG the other coach says the field is about 1 hour behind. We take the very cute always excited girls down the hill to get them in the shade. Yes it is 100 degrees outside. Down the hill we go through the football players and around the trees to a place we can call ours. As we are trying to make sure we have everyone and everything Coach Kortneys phone has a heat stroke so NO one can get a hold of me. The squad runs through the dance and then they are sent off to get into some AC while we wait. Meet back at the field for our first game and the girls do awesome, the football coach is high fiving the girls after touchdowns everyone is excited. It is half time and it is our time to shine, UH OH the sound system is broken lol April becomes a walking jukebox. The girls do awesome on the dance and stunts. As the third quarter comes to an end we see yet another cheer squad. I walk over and asks why are do you look like your about to cheer. WELL I was not told that they double booked the field and our game was moved to field 1. Kendra is running around like a chicken with her head cut off due to me sending her every where I can think of trying to find out where we are suppose to be next. At the end of the game we clean up and hustle to field 1 to find out that it is at the end of the 3rd quarter. I run up and talks to the announcer (the sound system works) to find out if we can do our dance after the game, I then runs over to the referee and ask. The girls are all excited and pumped to do the dance again even thoe they are hot sweaty and sticky because of the heat. The entire stands stay and watch the girls do Boom and the dance. AGAIN they literally rocked the house. First games down and under there belt with rave reviews from all that watched.</span>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-89459106109418637252011-08-10T09:43:00.001-07:002011-08-10T09:43:55.293-07:00Mike & Sherill Mendoza<div>We have to cancel the dodgeball tournament due to schedules. HOWEVER you can still donate your 10.00 or what every you are moved to give by going to </div> <div> </div> <div><a href="http://www.bablack.net/" target="_blank">www.bablack.net</a><br clear="all"><br></div> <div>1. click on the donate tab </div> <div>2. scroll to the bottom of the page </div> <div>3. click select a player drop down menu</div> <div>4. chose MIKE & SHERILL, DYLAN MENDOZA</div> <div>5. enter the amount you would like to donate</div> <div>6. click donate</div> <div>7. follow payment directions</div> <div>8. BA BLACK will cut the Mendoza's a check for how much was donated. We will have it open for 2 weeks</div> <div> </div> <div>Thank you,</div> <div>Kortney Harrinton</div> <div> <div><font size="1">FYI BA Black is Spencer Harrington's team. Clete is the head coach, I am the team mom, and ShaRhonda Crow is the treasure. We are offering this because the Mendoaz's are part of our family and we only want the best for them and to lighten the stress on them.</font></div> </div> <div><font size="1"> </font></div> <div> </div> <div><font color="#3366ff">The Mendozas story is below</font></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div> <div id="fb-root" class=" fb_reset"> <div style="POSITION: absolute; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; TOP: -10000px"> <div> <object id="XdComm" name="XdComm" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"><param name="_cx" value="5080"><param name="_cy" value="5080"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yx/r/WFg56j28XFs.swf"><param name="Src" value="https://s-static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/yx/r/WFg56j28XFs.swf"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="0"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"></object></div> </div></div> <div id="doc-custom" class="yui-t6 program-website"> <div id="hd"> <div id="header"> <div id="caringbridge_header"> <div id="caringbridge_header_links"> <ul id="caringbridge_header_links_languages"><font size="4"><strong>Dylan Mendoza</strong></font></ul></div></div></div></div> <div id="bd"> <div id="main" class="main_with_bg"> <div id="yui-main"> <div class="yui-b"> <div class="yui-gf"> <div class="yui-u"> <div id="content"> <div id="mystory_container" class="container"> <div id="mystory_fullstory"> <h4 id="mystory_fullstory_heading">Background Story</h4> <div class="apply-wordwrap"> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">This was written by Dylan's Dad...</span> </span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">My son Dylan is 19 years old, he just had a birthday on July 1st, he is my oldest son out of 7 kids.</span> </strong></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><strong>One week ago my nightmare started unexpectedly, so fast and furious! Dylan was seen at an Urgent Care for a lump on his neck that was causing him pain. On July 7th he was diagnosed with suspected leukemia.<span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"> </span></strong></span></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">Blood test results the following day confirmed and diagnosed Dylan with Acute Lymphoblastic Lymphoma Cancer</span>. </strong></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"><strong>Its funny how our lives can change so quickly! Dylan was feeling fine before and after his birthday! He was working hard at his current job, enjoying life as Dylan knew it!</strong></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'"></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">"Bam", talk about getting slapped in the face with troubling news like this regarding your child.</span> </strong></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"></span></span></span><strong> <span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">Dylan is currently receiveing aggressive treatment at MD Anderson Cancer hospital in Houston, Texas. </span> </span></span></span></strong></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-SIZE: medium"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">I assured Dylan, "We are going to fight this battle together because I will be here for you and you will never be alone! Any parent, would indeed, feel the same way I do. I would do anything to fight this battle for my son."</span> </strong></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">I am amazed how strong Dylan has handled this whole process! He has become the strong man I knew he would become. I still see him as my baby boy and "we" will fight this!</span> </strong></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><strong><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">We appreciate all of the love, prayers and support we have received already from family and friends during this difficult transition in our life.</span> </strong></span></span></span></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong></strong></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong> <span style="FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"><span style="FONT-SIZE: medium"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Courier New'">We are blessed beyond belief and will not let go of our faith in God for a complete healing for Dylan!!!</span></span></span></span></strong></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"></p> <p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"> </p></div></div></div></div></div> <div class="yui-u first"> <div id="left-side"> <div id="inner-site-photo" class="photo container"> <div id="inner-site-photo-container"><a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/dylanmendoza/photos"><img src="http://www.caringbridge.org/tres/images/photos/3/6/1/4/361405/t.ugnZyYUvntvEtiqa.jpg"></a> </div></div></div> </div></div></div></div> <div id="right-side-container" class="yui-b"> <div id="right-side"> <div class="info_box"><span><font color="#3366ff"></font></span> </div> <div class="info_box"><span><font color="#3366ff"></font></span> </div> <div class="info_box"><span><font color="#3366ff">random Facebook posts from Sherill</font></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div><span><span>July 8th PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE pray for our Dylan we just found out has cancer and leukemia..GOD PLEASE BE W DYLAN for ALL HEALING!!!</span></span></div> <div><span></span><span></span><span></span><span></span> </div> <div><span><span>PLEASE pray for DYLAN is has been in the ER all day w chest pains. Mike said they have done many tests. Need answers and direction God PLEASE!!!</span></span></div> <div><span></span><span></span><span></span> </div> <div><span>Was talking to DYLAN when the surgeon comes in...I think Mike said he has a tear in the abdominal area. Causing the pain..surgery needed just blood is low I told D he is at the Best place and not too loose FAITH! We are not questioning this but TRUSTING GOD</span></div> <div> </div> <div> <div><span>Ok just spoke to Mike and they are admitting DYLAN for 48 HR observation to see how he does. He is at risk for surgery right now w blood being so low. ..I KNOW TRUST AND BELIEVE that he will be healed from this problem he is facing. God is the healer and the one in control! God is Good ! PLEASE b w DYLAN! ! I love you Dylan and Mike too<br> ....Thank You for your needed prayers!!</span></div></div> <div> </div> <div> <div><span>Oh on a Good note I know the healing is begiinning.....GLORY TO GOD because Mike said Dr's said he should be in more pain!!! Thank You Jesus!!</span></div> <div>-- </div></div> <div><span>Ok if things can't get worse for poor DYLAN he now has a blood clot in his shoulder, they are going to treat w medicine to dissolve this<br>I sit here and cry for this 19 yr old that I Love and am Praying so hard For things to turn around. ....I also am crying for my husband who is up there all alone God PLEASE hear my prayers!!!!</span></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <p>Thank you,<br>Kortney Harrington<br><a href="mailto:sunnkissedfrogs@gmail.com" target="_blank">sunnkissedfrogs@gmail.com</a><br><br><br><br></p> Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-18547807701614921322011-04-25T12:43:00.000-07:002011-04-25T12:43:32.214-07:00The danger of DodgeballIts been awhile OF COURSE. So I have hurt my leg and I am in a boot. for you that really know me, know that I am all about my shoes. <br />
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Corden (now 12 years) had a dodge ball fundraiser for his baseball team. I played on our team of course, Our whole team consisted of 5 men all 6ft to 6'9" and 3 women. We looked very intimidating out there. We were one game away from the championship against another team that was all parents from Cordens baseball team. I am standing in the back (I just handed the balls to the guys) WHAT happens I get hit with a ball. Heading to the sidelines looking at the wall and not the action that was going AND BOOM. Hit with another ball just right and go down. Jason B yells out she is hurt she is hurt time out time out. I crawl to the side lines roll over and people are there. Clete is taking off my shoe (Kendra says he was looking at your shoe like when did she get these.) Everyone is around me asking me where it hurts. The side of my ankle has already swollen up to the size of a baseball (go figure baseball fundraiser it had to show its pretty self sometime). Sarah B (5'1") and Henry with someone behind me carry me to a chair they bring me ice and a box to sit on it. There is a wonderful RN there that I don't know his name that is looking at it trying to give us some advice. Now remember we were in the middle of a game and we had to win it a T-shirt was on the line. We had to win this game and the next to win the beautiful yellow t-shirts lol. My team and the other team look at me and I say "Go Go play Go win I will be fine" They finish up the game and guess who wins. YEAH HIPPEE We did yes I got a shirt.<br />
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x-ray I scream and cry into the bed He was horrible mean to me trying to get pics of my bones. didn't he know I was already hurt I did not need to turn my leg this way or that.<br />
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RN comes in gives me med so I don't get sick and a shot. Why I didn't get the shot before the xray mmmm I will never know. The shot was nice I helped a bit still in pain but not like I wanted to jump off a building.<br />
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home, dogs, kids, husband, soft sheets, pillows, lots of pain, and pain pills that didn't really work<br />
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more later.Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-60861657136654631952011-02-24T12:15:00.000-08:002011-02-24T12:18:25.682-08:00Ladies Night<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was LADIES night last night (and oh what a night) at the local Applebees. The husbands joined us and of course our table was full of laughter and giggles. Mr. Klump was a mess with his stories and calling out coach Klump on her winning streak. He claims that it is his. She is the coach but she doesn't know how to coach (per Mr. K) Mrs. K just laughs and holds up her hand and says Please with a head bob. Mr. and Mrs. W. joined us it was her idea. The night was suppose to start at 9:00pm due to half price drinks started then. LOL it started at 5:00 and went until 2:00. We talked about everything lawns, football, cheer, moving, aunt flow and that Mr. W is ooooowwee and all the unmentionables. The girls joined my clan along with Zach for a pallet party in the living room watching Daddy Daycare. When the parents showed up all of them were asleep except Zach and Kota. He is awww of Kota it is really cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have not giggled or laughed so hard in I don't know how long. I really needed it. Mrs. W. brings it out in me. The giggles and laughter just come up when I am around her. I am not as serious not a whole lot of serious thought provoking stories that I have to use my what if mind. It is very nice. So from the cheer sleep over (stories coming soon) to last night I think Ive got my giggle back. Not my groove but my giggle. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks for the fun night Mr. and Mrs. Klump and Mr. and Mrs. W.</span>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-6782177107486481742011-02-24T07:39:00.000-08:002011-02-24T07:39:20.515-08:00Something from yesterdayAfter I wrote yesterdays blog I went to "Chatting at the sky" a blog I read every now and then. This is part of what she had to say. <br />
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<strong><em>But you smile in spite of yourself, because they are kids after all. And you consider your goals, how maybe the goal you thought you wanted isn’t the best goal after all, that your heart and efforts may be better spent enjoying the process, the humor, and the life rather than constantly reaching for the future, the dream, the clean.</em></strong><br />
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<strong><em>Surely that applies to everything – to the everyday things of mothering and loving and to the someday things of maybe and impossible. When we begin to realize our dreams and we discover they are nothing like we thought, remember the ways of the Dream-Maker are different. And that dreams have nuts and bolts, too. If they didn’t, then surely they would fall apart.</em></strong>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-13542974564032931472011-02-23T08:19:00.000-08:002011-02-23T10:59:36.345-08:00Just one of those daysHave you ever just had one of those days...........The blah blah blah days..................You can't wake up and everything hurts?<br />
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I don't really feel like I have a purpose except from just being the kids mom. I know I have said this before when my kids are grown and off doing there own thing what do I do? I have tons of ideas of what I want to be when I grow up but when does the time come that you say, OK your grown what did you do. What happened to all those good ideas.<br />
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Do you day dream? I don't think I do any more. I know that when I drive and I don't have the music on, my mind is just blank. Then there are other times that I talk to my Grandma like she is there and going to talk back to me. Of course she isn't and shes not going to talk back to me, she has been gone for 4 years now. So how do you go back to day dreaming like you did when you were a kid?<br />
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Today is going to be awesome just because I am are alive and it is not snowing.Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-52338702133880321672011-02-03T22:27:00.001-08:002011-02-03T22:27:27.057-08:00dance feverJust a few pics of the dances that they made up during our snow days by Olivia and Shelby<br/><br/><img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-U9QgP0sPp8/TUubyWH2ILI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_H4FuPABpa8/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br/><br/><img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_-U9QgP0sPp8/TUub5GbqMUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3FDZSMl4vno/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /><br/><br/><img style="margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_-U9QgP0sPp8/TUucD83sNGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FQw_3VX7zPw/s288/My%20Uploaded%20Photos.jpg" border="0" alt="" />Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-7634142384660552452011-02-03T22:00:00.001-08:002011-02-04T07:54:26.514-08:00snow snow and more snowMy Monday started with work and heading to OKC to deliver an order and to see my Aunt (another post). Coming back with everyone that loves me so worried that I would not make it home before the blizzad of 2011. Wow you don't get to say that very often. Actually we have only been able to say that 15 years ago. (Dec 1995 when Clete and I got married). <br/><br/>We have been in the house from Monday night to Thursday. It was our first day out we only made it to the driveway. Shoveling and playing. Maddie (our golden r and lab mix) had a blast running and jumping through the snow. The boys started on a fort while Olivia was inside crying freezing to death. Lol she was very cute while she was thawing out from being a popsicle. Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-68699248610692257792011-01-18T11:15:00.000-08:002011-01-18T11:15:07.536-08:00Things I can't do any more<a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /></a><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Rebekah the legend in her self. Rebekah the woman that will stand the test of time. Rebekah the friend that there are no words to describe. Rebekah the friend that came over and hung out with me when I was about to go stir crazy. She stayed for about 4 hours. We had no idea that it had been that long and we looked at the time and was so shocked. I'm not really sure what all we talked about except that we BOUNCE from subject to subject and we laugh. Thank you friend for coming and hanging out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">I made ALMOND CRUSTED CHICKEN and noodles with sun dried pesto sauce for dinner. Everyone loved it. Dakota had 5 helpings. I know wow, he even had 2nds on the green beans. I'm not sure what I am making tonight but we have 9th grade orientation we will see if we make it through the night. Am I old enough to have a 9th grader? I don't think so.</span>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-40719721928916148422011-01-11T11:24:00.000-08:002011-01-11T11:47:20.278-08:00A new page<span style="color: #b4a7d6;">I <span style="font-size: large;">am starting a new page. You ask why not a new chapter? Well I am a page kind of girl I just cant commit to a chapter just yet. Hopefully this will be a new year of new ideas and new things to try. Like this tied I'm trying out. (Can you figure out what the word is TIED) if you can let me know. I do not feel any different but hopefully I will soon. If not I have learned a lot about Clete and I both.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Something else new that I am trying on for size is a book called "Made to Crave". It is a book about how God made us to crave just not food we were made to crave him. Check it out and let me know what you think. You can find it on Proverbs31.com and madetocrave.org</span><br />
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<span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-size: large;">Catch you on the next page</span>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-69098498099748958752011-01-08T11:21:00.000-08:002012-01-11T11:21:27.154-08:00The life of a cheerleaderSOOOO. We had our cheer party for the 2010 season. We cheered for 3 football teams did 3 peprallys and a parade. I had 12 girls on the squad and it was a blast. Each girl is so diffrent and special in there own way. Each one of them brings something to the feild that makes our squad unique. Of course we have to be UNIQUE because we are the GridIron Divas. We had the party at a hotel and did the slumber party thing. Two other mammas stayed the night and we giggled as much as the girls. <br />
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1> We went swimming in the mini swim park (the lagoon). They had been in the pool for about 20 min and this woman came up to me and one other mom "There is a fire in the building they need everyone to eveacuate now." We look at her kinda funny and then we look to the other side of the pool and people are waving people out of the pool in a frantic motion. Of course we start yelling for all my 13 girls to get out of the pool. (we had a sister with us at this time) We make it out of the pool little girls dripping water with every step they take and asking are we already finished swiming? I tell them no this is a fire drill like at school. We are half way through the lobby and they say it is a false alarm. We turn around and head back into the fun. There were 3 moms upstairs (6th floor) putting things away. They had to walk all the way down as the sirens are blaring in there ears. My poor mommas that I love. <br />
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I get into the pool and swim with all my girls go down the slide and let them hang on me like the monkeys they are. We had a blast and my evil mommas (yes the three that I said I loved) well that was before I knew they were taking pics of me in my swim suite. UGGG paybacks are coming.<br />
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2>We head back up to the room and changed into our pjs (of course later in the eve we are having a pj fashion show) Food is served and the girls sit down to open there gifts. They all loved the necklace that was given. <br />
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<span style="color: white;">Has to walk me through everything what is up with that. She sends me tweet to retweet so I might be able to win something. Can I do it on my own. OH no heaven forbid that I figure it out my self. I have to call her and the conversation goes like this. Hello what do you want me to do? How? When? Why? Where? Who? I feel like a 2 year old that just learned all these words. OMG what happened to my computer knowledge. I used to be the go to girl. NOW...... I am the one running to my girlfriend. HELLLLP. Hopefully I will get the hang of all and be able to get this wonderful technology under wraps or maybe just under my hair in my brain.</span>Kortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-43845191390099172762010-07-12T21:06:00.000-07:002010-07-12T21:50:40.237-07:00MckLinky-What are some of the stranger remedies you've learned?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWpPIK0vWrmJLeR5Blod2yL2N-E2FZEKRS7XInGrs9c7uIIgIfEYwrLUQoOWdylBDYoRwS13uYf_8AKmUq26ehz_FKzdFatfE0h9a9A3v6VUMsWTz0AZsVhPNWgqClPfaF8qBfWkZT6A/s1600/june+2010+312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzWpPIK0vWrmJLeR5Blod2yL2N-E2FZEKRS7XInGrs9c7uIIgIfEYwrLUQoOWdylBDYoRwS13uYf_8AKmUq26ehz_FKzdFatfE0h9a9A3v6VUMsWTz0AZsVhPNWgqClPfaF8qBfWkZT6A/s200/june+2010+312.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>1.Use MUSTARD on a burn to ease the sting. I am not sure if it works on little burns but bad burns it does not work. My daughter Olivia placed both her hand palm out on a grill that had been going good for about 3 hours. She was still in a huge amount of pain. She was and is fine.<br />
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This post is brought to you because of the MckLinky Monday that the ROHK girls host every week.<br />
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KortneyKortney Harringtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11428834195610166480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787285101139082752.post-48273032923993458402010-07-02T12:43:00.000-07:002010-07-04T11:36:08.228-07:00random<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">OK here is a random post about lots of subjects. It is a lot of things.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvpJBjltsb_fqbx-DFx2_tGrwVZMXKNF7n_Hm1OQchKTUakHkGixMC8C-4d-PDr8yFkMY-qbUTZc1_0ppBOyWcC8WSMLhXI8I0ICYA81oAR8t9XwdOzU6gH8kSMg2W-RrDvr20FNtRDY/s1600/june+2010+343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvpJBjltsb_fqbx-DFx2_tGrwVZMXKNF7n_Hm1OQchKTUakHkGixMC8C-4d-PDr8yFkMY-qbUTZc1_0ppBOyWcC8WSMLhXI8I0ICYA81oAR8t9XwdOzU6gH8kSMg2W-RrDvr20FNtRDY/s200/june+2010+343.JPG" width="200" /></a>Spencer...... Was at his tutor Mrs. G she loves him so much and he loves her. He was sitting in her recliner and said when Mrs. G gives me her house I am going to keep her yard just like it is but I am going to add this flower right here. lol. I asked him is Mrs. G going to leave her house to you? You don't think she will leave it to one of her sons? Mrs. G said well I was going to leave it to on of the grandchildren but I don't have any so you would be a good replacement for a grandchild. :) Spencer gets into the car and said I would live in your house to mom because I love your house to. He is so cute and I love how is mind works.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCs0pHdmrHbJhooPBafqViGBg_KTZhL5k5GKE0DcNEJVM-cnT8wVLnGtI0jTRLVnkt_jmrTj6oBN2pUfcnJNddqnVrAV_mtSMkaGWR4YBsBohuavm5ExL_O40M-21VFKKCVODwx0BOB0M/s1600/june+2010+460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCs0pHdmrHbJhooPBafqViGBg_KTZhL5k5GKE0DcNEJVM-cnT8wVLnGtI0jTRLVnkt_jmrTj6oBN2pUfcnJNddqnVrAV_mtSMkaGWR4YBsBohuavm5ExL_O40M-21VFKKCVODwx0BOB0M/s200/june+2010+460.JPG" width="200" /></a>Olivia..........We were swimming by our selves after dark. She said that "she didn't want to grow up because she did not want to loose me.""why would she loose me." "When you die." I asked "when am I going to die?" Olivia "When you get old" I ask what is old. Olivia "29 yrs old..........no 80 maybe 90 or maybe when I am 80 yrs old you will be old." I love that she has not learned the age thing. Then she said that she wanted to take a trip somewhere like Hawaii or New York or some place fabulous just me and her. NOT her brothers because they always have to come everywhere. I said that maybe we could do that when she was older and now we can do day trips like getting a mani and pedi. She said "do we have to go to the same place because I cant understand them when they talk to me and it really freaks me out."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgkfcg3Tx6M0QIF4ZwDLLTN1nBo-MnftZrpGA5w14pFtt34J4luxzcmTwTNs_wgpsNUgw_mENzDoM0NpHpD9w1crkf2se9e8u_fRfx_m9J3TaOuc8kMD9_3Lno3QeNNkw4bBjmqxpMZE/s1600/koda+and+lynie+199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgkfcg3Tx6M0QIF4ZwDLLTN1nBo-MnftZrpGA5w14pFtt34J4luxzcmTwTNs_wgpsNUgw_mENzDoM0NpHpD9w1crkf2se9e8u_fRfx_m9J3TaOuc8kMD9_3Lno3QeNNkw4bBjmqxpMZE/s200/koda+and+lynie+199.JPG" width="200" /></a>Sister........She is making me crazy. I thought that those days were long gone. You know when you lived in the same household, shared a room, drank Clorox out of a cup that you were using to clean a dresser top. I was in so much trouble when she drank that. BUT hello isn't it rude to just go up and drink what ever you want when you know it is not yours. Granted she was LIKE 5. lol. I love my sister to death. She is the person that I talk to about everything except ... (mama mia reference) she says that it makes her weird like parents talking about that in front of there children. SO she knows me better than any one else except Clete. However I want to ring her neck sometimes. Then she is the wonderful Aunt that she can be to my children. She is someone they can talk to and for me to talk to. However these days she has disappeared and that is never good. COME BACK SISTER.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">ok randomness over is that a word???</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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