So the test turned out to be positive. They want the kids to go through genetics testing sometime soon. Kind of a drag, but I am not going to let that be in the way. Life is too good to stop living now.
My life will consist of therapies, and more blood tests and such but I can not complain. Life is good. My children and husband are healthy and happy. Life could not be sweeter.
I think I’ll take a trip. Say…I think we’ll go to Europe next week. Forget the tests and therapies for 6 weeks and take off. I think we’ll go Wednesday.
So Wednesday we will be starting in Finland and heading then down through Russia by train. After Russia we will stay in Kiev with my wonderful cousin who is a missionary. Then I think we will go to Budapest, and then head out to our favorite spot…Croatia and Bosnia. Then we will hit Greece, Italy, France, Germany and Brussels. Yep I’m ready to live a bit.

So I haven’t heard much from the doctors yet. I hope to be hearing something today.

On a much brighter note….LAST DAY OF SCHOOL IS TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t wait to sleep in and play all day. Oh wait…that’s their job not mine.

Most of you get blips of my life through this blog. I write mostly about our children. Today I thought I would give you a snapshot of what inspired me.
Growing up my parents were so incredibly proud of me but also very strict and I would tend to say legalistic. Actually they would tend to say that as well now. They were extremely religious. Every time the church door was open we were there. My life consisted of church, Christian school and more church. I rarely made friends even in my own neighborhood. We were known as the weirdoes because we did not have a TV. I could not relate to most children talking about their favorite shows and movies because my parents did not believe in going to movies either.
Now granted the only time I ever missed these things was when the children would gather on the playground to play a certain story and I did not know what the story line was.
We went to a small Christian school with only 80 students in K - 12. I went there from the time I was 4 until 8th grade. I must admit I did enjoy the smaller school. As I got older I got over my clumsiness and channeled it into cheerleading and volleyball. I lived for the games. I met my three best friends there. They were both older than me but when you’re going out with one of their brothers that make you in the “in” group.
Four times a year we would go to the farm. The farm was where my grandparent’s lived and where my father grew up. It was in a Friends Community. It was a simpler life. I never could understand why my father would get so worked up whenever we went there. Years later he divulged the life he had on the farm. It was a life of strict and discipline. He recalled being brought to the barn on many occasions and not just spanked but beat. I can honestly say that my grandfather was just repeating what he had been raised with. Yes, there is a difference. One is done out of love and one out of anger. The cycle had been passed to my father’s generation.
When he was old enough to leave, he left and didn’t look back. When he met my mother and got married she knew that she would be the main disciplinarian. Even though some in both the Baptist and Friends community saw that as weakness, he had girls. He thanked God every day he had girls. I remember him saying it in a prayer at dinner. I asked him why one day. His response, “I think if you had been boys I would have repeated the cycle. My goal was to break the cycle of abuse. I don’t know that I would have been strong enough to do so had you been boys.”
I have since thanked my father repeatedly for acknowledging and wanting to be the first link in breaking the cycle of abuse. He credits my mother with her love and good home that she was raised in. He also credits God for the strength because we tried his patience sometimes on a daily basis.
I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like had he not recognized his need for self-restraint. I also think of how much he in a sense gave up so that my mother could handle us. Some still view it as weakness. I now view it as strength. I sometimes think that if I didn’t know the difference between disciplining out of love and anger how my children would be now. I now understand the role my mother had to play, loving both her husband and her children.
I greatly respect them for their choices and decisions. As I look into the faces of my happy children, I realize that my parent’s history has been one of many of their greatest gifts to me.

I am grateful that the political commercial slams haven’t started yet. I know I know just give it time. I am not ready for that time.

We supposidly had a “do nothing” weekend. We neglected to look at the calendar and notice that we had two birthdays last week. A do nothing weekend turned into birthday extraviganza. Loved it. Wouldn’t mind doing it again next weekend.
Happy Birthday Genuine Nephew and Hula Niece. Love you lots and bunches.

When I was 18 I worked for a bank. The bank was located downtown and in not such a nice area. I loved my job, but I did not enjoy opening getting there early and no one was there to open it with me. I had to stand outside until another employee came and we would walk in together.
One morning I got there early and no one was of course there. No one was there except a man in the bushes. He was laid up against the wall. He was scooted all the way down. I went over to him and asked him if he was ok. He did not respond. I had remembered from the CPR course that I had taken just a few weeks before that if a person did not respond you needed to check for signs of circulation. Nope, he didn’t appear to be breathing. I immediately pulled out the pocket mask that I carried in my purse. I had been given a free barrier device when we did the class. I went to give CPR and drew a blank. I couldn’t think. Was it 2 compressions and 15 breaths or was it 15 breaths and 2 compressions. I went with whatever my adrenalin would let me do and did 15 breaths and 2 compressions. When I gave the 2 compressions he kind of rocked a little back and forth. After doing this for 5 rounds I called 911 from the payphone on our lot. When I returned I did CPR until the paramedics arrived.
When the EMS arrived they took one look at me practically blue from giving breaths and ready to pass out and started to chuckle a bit. I couldn’t figure it out. When they went to try to get him to respond and check a pulse….HE WAS DEAD AS A DOORNAIL. OH the shame. When they asked what I had done I told them that I had given 15 breaths and 2 compressions but he rocked. He rocked….because he was dead. I had done the breaths and compressions all wrong. I had gotten caught up in the details and gave him the wrong amount. He needed 15 compressions and 2 breaths. My face started turning a lovely shade of red.
I am sure to this day that those paramedics still tell about the girl that gave CPR to a rigor mortus corpse.

Our company is looking to hire someone to do a web site for us. We have a few quotes but don’t know exactly ball park figure for work like creating a web site for a business.
If you know someone that is interested please feel free to either leave me a comment or email me at nt_turners@comcast.net

Thank you lots and bunches everyone.

I promised two weeks ago that I would do a review on my blog once a week. Me being the eternal procrastinator did not last week. Ok ok so we had a ton going on. I am living up to my promise.
I met Chicka nuts on line when I moved to my new blog. She is relatively new to my list of blogs but what I like is that her life like mine…is NUTS! She has an every day feel to her blog. If you are reading it you know that either the subject is on her mind or she is just blabbing about life with kiddos.
As a mom I can totally relate to about 99.9% of her concerns and her issues. The same questions in life that I am starting to think about she is starting to face. I think one of the ones that was so profound to me because I had been wondering the same thing was when she posed the question, “When is a child old enough to stay home by themselves for an hour?” I know that I had just had that discussion with my husband a few days before she posted that.
Always a good read and good fun. I have had a lot of fun following Chicka’s life.
Go by and tell her HI and let her know I sent you.

Bye…I’m running away…see ya…toodaloo….adios….hasta lavista BABY! I’m running away to Vegas for my birthday. I’ll update when I get back.

I figure starting tomorrow I would take each person from my blogroll and write a blip about them. I don’t know if I’ll do one a day or just one a week. I’ll tell the deep dark stories of how I stubbled across each and every one. Tomorrow I’ll start with it alphabetically and see where it takes me.