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Oh, Tap!

So I started a tap class last week.

Yep, as in tap dance.
That's right.
Let me offer a bit of background on what brought me to that opening sentence.
My friend, Carisa, had some "deconstruction" surgery (if you will) last summer.



You can read about that here and here.
(Carisa's surgery, not her hollering at the refs at my daughter's basketball game.)

And more about Carisa  here.

Carisa announced even before the surgery that she wanted to take a tap class once she recovered from the surgery.

An act of "liberation" in her new "downsized" form  (if you will).
Are we on the same page yet?
Well, 9 months later, we started tap dance class last week with our friend Julie.



Shopping for tap shoes was interesting.

Carisa was instantly drawn to the black and white saddle shoe meets zoot suit mobster looking tap shoes.

But they were $75.
We quickly asked for the "cheap section".

I had it in my head what my girls had when they tapped

when they were 3.

The Big Pink Ball

Two weeks ago my oldest daughter, McDaniel, asked to ride her bike

(actually, her bike is having some tire tube trouble  i.e. it's flat,  so she rode Monte's bike) 
to her school to watch her friends playing softball, tennis and track all within walking distance of one another.

After having a sports schedule to follow since August, it is so nice that McDaniel can now just be a fan

watching and cheering for others for a change.
It was a warm, sunny day.

We heard storms were coming that night so we asked her to keep an eye on the sky and leave BEFORE it got scary.

We saw the sky getting darker and darker from our living room windows.

So we texted her.
No response.
We tried to call.
No response.
Honestly!  Why do we even pay for her to have a phone??
She finally responded that she had popped into a local sandwich shop for a bite to eat and just now saw the skies.

She was going to finish eating and be on her way.
It got windier 


and windier  and darker  and darker.
We expected to see her ridin…

Boston and Bible Study

If I could even put 3 words together to describe my feelings about what happened in Boston, I hope it would've sounded like this.

Such a great read from Jennifer Dukes Lee.


On Tuesday mornings, I help with a 4th and 5th grade bible study at my daughter's elementary school.
It meets at 7:30 am and is parent led.
The mom that taught on Tuesday morning has never taught before.
And we had never met.
She taught on Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego  and the fiery furnace from Daniel 3. (You KNOW I just had to pull out my bible to get the spelling right on these names.  Spell check was NOT coming to my aid.)


This mom talked about faith and how Jesus is ALWAYS the 4th man in the fire with us.
The Father,  the Son,  and the Holy Spirit
and then US.
The TV show "The Bible" did this story beautifully.


I pick up a car load of girls each Tuesday morning on the way to bible study.
This past Tuesday morning one little girl was all panicked chatter about what happened in Boston.
Her parents …

Motion Sickness Fix

No, I am not going to say root beer. 

I have been reading the blog, My Blessed Life
for a few years now. 

Myra has some great tips on  decorating,  DIY projects  and her recipes are wonderful! 
Her banana chocolate chip muffins are in regular rotation at our house.
Check out her blog!
Back in March, she posted a natural motion sickness fix. 

My ears perked up since I knew we were making the long drive to Florida and we were headed to Disney World.

And we ALL have been prone to car sickness in my family.

Oh, the gory stories I could tell.
But I won't…today.
We have tried Dramamine.  It either puts us into a coma  (not an option for the driver) or doesn't work.
Myra's tip is to mix a few drops of peppermint oil into olive oil and rub it behind your ears and on your belly when you are feeling urpie.

This really did the trick!
The peppermint tingles on your skin and everything smells fresh and toothpaste clean.

We all tried it--even Monte who can be skeptical of new things and is very sens…

Compassion

Our women's bible study group at church has just started to read through Philippians.

Philippians is a good book with the instruction on not being anxious and thinking on good things.
This morning, in chapter 1:7-8, it struck me when Paul said this:

"God can testify how I long for all of you  with the affection of Christ Jesus."
WITH the affection of Christ Jesus.

Meaning feeling towards others as Jesus feels towards them.
Loving,  compassionate,  forgiving.
It is no coincidence that I when I read this this morning,  I had my neighbor on my mind.

My neighbor who came over last night

with a black eye.
A black eye that she received trying to restrain a little boy that was in a fit.

Her daughter was was babysitting the boy

and called her mom for back up.
The daughter felt sick for her mom's injury and told me herself that she wish it were her with the black eye.

She'd come up with a good story on how she got it. (Never selling out the truth lest it further hurt the family th…

Another Looksee At Spring Break…Part 2

Where were we?

Oh yeah, still in Orlando at Downtown Disney.
There is the largest Disney store in the world at Downtown Disney. Shocking, huh!



McDaniel really thought she was going to find a Pocahontas t-shirt or sweatshirt somewhere at Magic Kingdom or Downtown Disney.

Nope.
But I happened to overhear a worker in the Disney store tell a guy about a "make your own t-shirt" shop in the same shopping center.

Woo-hoo!
It was a Hanes shop with computer kiosks that looked like t-shirts.

You could choose a long sleeve, short sleeve or fitted t-shirt in a small choice of colors.

Then you could pick your graphic images by Disney princess, Disney TV, Disney movies or Disney characters.

No. Pocahontas.
We even asked someone about it.

No. Pocahontas.
 This is what McDaniel came up with since, in case you didn't hear, there was no Pocahontas.

 We were trying to look for lyrics to a Little Mermaid song for Ellie when she typed this up:

 It says:

Some days I wish That I was her. Yes, a mermaid…

Another Looksee At Spring Break

I know,

one more post about Spring Break and I will be done. (probably)
 Hey, I am counting this as a scrapbook  so I don't have to cut and paste anything  and /or even print out the pictures.

 Our condo in Orlando had this big slide at the pool. The girls enjoyed it so Monte thought he'd give it a whirl.

Things Monte learned AFTER that he should've learned BEFORE going down the slide:

•You must be wet before going down an enclosed  water slide with little to no water current. •There probably is a height/weight maximum. •Grown-ups just look silly going down water slides.

 First of all, Monte took a REALLY long time meandering his way down the slide.

I knew exactly where he was due to the banging, shaking and LOUD raspberry-like sound of his dry skin squeaking along the not-wet-enough inside of the slide.

You know the sound of squeaking tennis shoes  on a basketball court?  (sweet music to my Hoosier ears)
Kinda like that but more baritone.
The slide spit him out half-way across the poo…

Disney--The Day After

Going to Disney World makes you tired in an all-over body way that only getting run over by a large truck could come close to.
Why is that?
Monte and I were still weak the next day.
And the girls were still singing that theme song from  the Carousel of Progress.
The simple task of blowing up a pool toy had Monte worrying the girls that he was going to fall face down on the floor.
Then the girls had to focus on worrying about me.
Thanks to the malfunctioning of Disney's Splash Mountain ride, the intense Florida sun and the Lilly whiteness of my Ohio tan--
I ended up with this.


I had a real problem.

We woke up to another beautiful day and I wanted to enjoy it by the pool without causing myself 3rd degree burns.

I kept thinking that some sort of Swim Dickie would just be about perfect to cover my ouchie parts yet give the other parts the freedom and exposure to tan.

You know, something in a nice swimshirtish material that would be light and quick drying.
Why didn't I bring my hot glu…