tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60404720412916735492024-03-13T02:22:22.948-05:00The Dalrymple School Among ThornsHere is where I get to brag about my beautiful girls and rant about the frustrations of being a homeschooling family, yet exclaim how much we love it!Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-82302510596933921712010-05-10T07:23:00.001-05:002010-05-10T07:27:44.466-05:00Happy Mother's Day!!!Mother's day was quite grand and here are the reason's why......<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469616603608199810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/S-f7UlulMoI/AAAAAAAABtE/4bpM6eJdH_0/s200/100_0721.JPG" />I love my girlies soooo much!!!! Thank you, God, for such wonderful blessings in my life!!! <br /><br />Hope your mom's day was grand as well!!!!<br /><br />JerriJerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-80377853779156084792010-05-08T09:16:00.002-05:002010-05-08T09:26:47.770-05:00We're baaaaaack!Well, we've been absent from the blogosphere for some time now, but we ARE back! Yes, my dad passed away on March 25 and I did a short stint as a career mom, but that's not what God created me to do and it was not submissive to my husband's wishes or my family's either. I'm proud to say I have realigned my priorities and now remember who I was before all the fog settled in. Meds are a good thing when you have the right ones, but when you are constantly changing....I can't begin to describe the fog that I felt like I was in...the mass confusion and uncertainty, the not knowing who I was was tormenting. Thank God for GOOD meds!!!! :0)<br /><br />We've been re-settling into our family routines slowly. We finally got to use those season passes to Silver Dollar City that we got for Christmas from my mom and grandma!!! What fun! That was the first time my husband and I had been in about 25 years and the first time ever for the girls. Who knew you couldn't do Silver Dollar City all in one day anymore??? LOL <br /><br />We got our garden planted for the year....corn, okra, squash, zucchini, green beans, lettuce, radishes, onions, cantaloupe, watermelon, tomatoes, green peppers, and my strawberry plants are producing like crazy!!!! Any ideas to keep the birds off my berries???? Thanks for any input!<br /><br />Anyway....school is almost done and I am trying to focus on what to do for next year...what books, systems to use, etc. Remmy will be starting high school so I'm worried about that! EEEKKKKSSS!!!!! She's excited, though. Of course, finances are scary now that we are down to 1 income. We haven't been without any extra supplement in 7 years and I'm worried, but trying to depend on God....it's a learning process! ;o) Money isn't everything, especially not for us. As long as we have a roof, clothes, food, one running vehicle....we'll be okay!!!!!! <br /><br />There's so much more to tell, but I'm going to leave it at that for now. I'd post pics but on my laptop I don't have a photo editor and the files are too big. :0( Anybody know of a good FREE photo editor I could download????<br /><br />I hope everyone is enjoying this FABULOUS weather and their families as much as we are!!!!<br /><br />God Bless!!!<br /><br />JerriJerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-60775178375601777402010-02-27T21:54:00.002-06:002010-02-27T22:00:19.139-06:00Still Here....Part 2Okay, for the whole 2 people who care about this blog, LOL, I am still here and kicking. Just very busy these days! New full time job in Fayetteville is exciting and fun, but exhausting, too! :-) Homeschool keeps the rest of my time filled to the max! More to come if I can find the time! LOLJerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-48523765540353195662009-06-24T13:25:00.002-05:002009-06-24T13:33:22.379-05:00Oh me, oh myJust a quick note to let you know I'm still here. Life is hectic this time of year and dad is going downhill quicker and quicker. It's good that I don't have to fit school in right now, because I'm not sure I could! I hope to post more soon as I have tons of pics from the past month, but won't have any in the near future since my camera DIED. Ugh.<br /><br />Hope your summers are all going well! Stay cool if you are in the nasty Arkansas humidity!!!!!!!!Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-73315082184558465032009-05-20T08:49:00.003-05:002009-05-20T08:57:14.888-05:00Disappointing Your Child<div style="text-align: center;">Ugh. This is NOT the fun part of parenting. My oldest, the ballerina, was, <span style="font-style: italic;">for the first time</span>, going to get to attend a very nice ballet summer intensive with the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Tulsa Ballet </span>this summer. We have been working on the plans since before February (since that was when auditions were held and I wanted to try to have plans made before letting her get her hopes up). We were hoping she could stay with some family that lives MUCH closer to Tulsa than we do. I just found out that's not going to work out. So, knowing the hesitation that was becoming obvious, I had thought to myself that I would drive her back and forth every day if worse came to worse. One problem with that: <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">who would take care of my dad each day???</span> There is no other family around and my mom<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> has</span> to work.<br /><br /> I'm not sure I can get a full refund of what we've already paid, (in fact, I'm pretty sure I can only get half) but most importantly, how do I tell my child who has been so looking forward to this for nearly 6 months that it's going to fall through at the last moment? Please pray for answers and/0r her understanding beyond her years.<br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-47424458436032470572009-05-18T22:23:00.002-05:002009-05-18T22:31:11.122-05:00P90X<div style="text-align: center;">Well, most of you know that I've been considering this hard core, boot camp style workout system. I've had friends complete it with great success, and some friends are in the process. Everyone I know who has done this has kept a blog through it....ya know, before, during, after pics and how the days go, yada, yada, yada. I'm just not sure I have the courage to post those pics.....they are<span style="font-style: italic;"> pretty rough. </span>I'm not even sure I'm going to "officially" start the 90 days tomorrow. I may wait a bit since this week is going to be VERY hectic. I'm also trying to convince the hubby to start with me, but he's just not quite sure yet. Grrr. It's kind of like, "Get on the train or off, but don't hover over the boarding steps!" LOL <br /><br />Wish me luck?<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-19072476680556251482009-05-10T16:46:00.001-05:002009-05-10T16:47:51.079-05:00P.S.<div style="text-align: center;">If you have been wondering about my dad, check out the blog I started for keeping up with his progression. <a href="http://tljjourney.blogspot.com/">Our Journey</a> Simply click the link and it will take you there. There's also always a link on my sidebar here. <br /><br />Thanks everyone!<br /><br />Love,<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-4285394768408295382009-05-10T15:57:00.002-05:002009-05-10T16:24:51.535-05:00Happy Mother's Day<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCH44fgII/AAAAAAAABoQ/JMN9dHIG_us/s1600-h/eagle+watch.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCH44fgII/AAAAAAAABoQ/JMN9dHIG_us/s320/eagle+watch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334304986939490434" border="0" /></a>I hope everyone is having a fantastic mother's day!!! This is just a short post to update all on what's been going on in our lives.<br />The above picture is of an impromptu trip to Eagle Watch Nature Trail with my <a href="http://tljjourney.blogspot.com/">Dad</a> and my grandma who is visiting from New Mexico. It was last minute because with all the rain we've had, you never know when the sun is going to shine or for how long! ;0)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHyEkIrI/AAAAAAAABoI/XYw-ywyKQ_0/s1600-h/rem+bd.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHyEkIrI/AAAAAAAABoI/XYw-ywyKQ_0/s320/rem+bd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334304985111077554" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In an earlier post I told you about the ballerina and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roo</span> going to State Bible Drill competition. Well, the ballerina was a state winner and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roo</span> was a state winner with a perfect score!!! It was a VERY LONG TRIP down and back since our church people mover broke down 90 miles outside of Little Rock. God provided and cared for us, though.....got us off the interstate and to safety, then, a neighboring church bus was not too far behind us, with plenty of room, so we caught a ride! :0)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHv12TrI/AAAAAAAABoA/o9sN7M_SSNg/s1600-h/roo+bd.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHv12TrI/AAAAAAAABoA/o9sN7M_SSNg/s320/roo+bd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334304984512482994" border="0" /></a>Of course, the night before we left for State Bible Drill, the girls had their 4-H Fashion Revue. This was their first time competing, first time sewing a garment, and each have only been sewing less than a year.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHklhN7I/AAAAAAAABn4/-jekOTfPsoI/s1600-h/roo+fr.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHklhN7I/AAAAAAAABn4/-jekOTfPsoI/s320/roo+fr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334304981491201970" border="0" /></a>This outfit of the ballerina's tied for the prize of the sewing machine (very nice). She and the other girl were recalled for second <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">judging</span> and the other girl got the machine, but WHAT AN HONOR to have scored so well your first year!!!!!!!!!! We are VERY proud of both of them!!!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHUmZS_I/AAAAAAAABnw/bTXfZYwD5E0/s1600-h/rem+fr.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdCHUmZS_I/AAAAAAAABnw/bTXfZYwD5E0/s320/rem+fr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334304977199909874" border="0" /></a>And then.....Jr.'s Kindergarten graduation. Bittersweet, as she is my last baby and growing up much, much, much too fast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdFB91h3rI/AAAAAAAABoY/2flw06TmA7A/s1600-h/jasi+grad.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SgdFB91h3rI/AAAAAAAABoY/2flw06TmA7A/s320/jasi+grad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334308183724908210" border="0" /></a>However, we are very proud of her, also!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Now we are getting ready for the ballerina's recital and then youth camp, O'Rama competitions, and children's camp. June is gonna be horrendously busy, especially with my hubby's b-day, roo's b-day, my dad's b-day, and hubby's dad's b-day. Whew! <br /><br />Until next time.....<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-24513805630907767212009-04-23T10:37:00.003-05:002009-04-23T11:08:11.464-05:00Veterinary Science 101<div style="text-align: center;">Well, the girls had a fine lesson in calf-pulling today. I'm proud of their observation, otherwise we would have not only lost the calf, but the cow, also. While getting ready for the day, the Ballerina noticed a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heifer</span> (yep, she was last year's calf) laying in the field alone. She thought it was odd that the rest of the herd was no where around, so she took a closer look out the window and was shocked to see a leg sticking out. Because the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">heifer</span> was a light cream color, and the calf leg dark brown, it was noticeable from such a distance. Now, here's where their judgement proved lacking a bit. Instead of notifying an adult, the older 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Dalrymples</span> trekked out into the field to gaze astonishingly at the back side of the poor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">heifer</span> with the calf sticking out. Finally, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dalrymple</span> #2 came to tell mom, who was just getting out of the shower. Ah, yes, dressed in my town clothes, I went to see how serious it was. It was pretty bad and the calf was already dead. She was hung up on a broken leg. My wonderful calf-pulling husband should have been home from work at this point, but wasn't, so I called him and told him to "GIT ON HOME OR WE'RE GONNA LOSE ONE!" :0) Now, later, when quizzed about what on earth they were thinking by going to the cow themselves, instead of telling an adult, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dalrymple</span> #1 (aka the ballerina) said she thought she could just grab the leg and pull it, but then decided not to try. !!!!!!!!!! My, my, my!!!!!! No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tellin</span>' what <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">mighta</span> happened if she had attempted that feat! It took my husband, myself, 2 ropes, and a 4 wheeler about an hour to pull that poor thing. By poor thing, I mean POOR.....it was very small and frail...not sure it would have made it had it survived the birth. Aggravatingly, it was female. It's worse to me when we lose a female b/c I think of all the calves she could have added to the herd. :0( The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">heifer</span> is not feeling so great. She had already made a bag (was ready to nurse) and hubby says that will make her sick for a couple days. So not only did she experience an excruciatingly painful still-birth, but now she's gotta be sick on top of it. So sad. Right now she's resting, but we are praying she gets up soon and isn't paralyzed from having her calf pulled so roughly (we didn't have any other options due to where she was on the back 40.....NO WHERE NEAR the chute where we could have placed her head and then used a come-along to pull the calf....much easier on the mama than a rope and 4-wheeler, with my husband holding her head and horns. That must have been hard. Think about it.....he was pulling on one end and I was pulling on the other!) The girls got quite a lesson and had lots of questions, which my husband patiently answered while laying on the mama and soothing her. <br />We all really do love farm life....just not losing calves. Did I mention Junior was hiding behind a sad little tree the whole time? For some reason she was scared of that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">heifer</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">LOL</span> Her daddy kept telling her to get over there and watch, but she was scared because he and I kept having to grab the mama by the horns, dig our heels in, and hold on for dear life. <br />Life on the farm, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">heh</span>. Is it naptime yet? ;0)<br /><br />On a better note, I just found out that I won 2 tickets to see Coyote County Loser, which was written and produced by some graduates from John Brown University, our local Christian College! I'm SO excited!!!!<br /><br />Hope you all have a great weekend! :0)<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-41180917299029153962009-04-19T21:34:00.002-05:002009-04-19T21:57:08.116-05:00Ballet News, Updates, and a New Blog<div style="text-align: center;">The Ballerina had her Grade 4 Cechetti Exams today and passed <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">WITH COMMENDATIONS!!!! </span>That's the 2nd highest score a ballerina can possibly get! (Can you tell I'm proud?! LOL) <br /><br />So, that's 1 major event down, and 4 to go.<br /><br />This week is Fashion Revue, in which both Roo and the Ballerina are entering 2 outfits each. These are outfits they have constructed and will be modeling/presenting before a board of judges. I'm proud of both of them for all the hard work they've put in....these are some amazing outfits, especially considering neither one of them had constructed an outfit before! :0)<br />This weekend is State Bible Drill in Little Rock, in which both Roo and the Ballerina will be competing. They've already won at the church and regional levels. Again...very proud. :0D<br /><br />Then, at the beginning of May, Jr. will be graduating kindergarten. It is a big accomplishment and we are very proud of her, as well. <br /><br />At the end of May will be the Ballerina's recital. I'll be taking just a few deep breaths after that, and hopefully we'll be done with our school (we're on the right track to be). The reason for just a few short breaths is that Roo is working daily with her colt to get him trained, and it will be time for Roo and Jr. to bring their goats home to start working/training for the county fair in Sept. Yep....we are BUSY! :0) The summer will be spent getting projects and such ready for the fair. The ballerina will be competing/performing on June 17 in Alma for O'RAMA (4-H). She has to choreograph her own performance, which she's done before for her exams, but only in 1 minute increments, really. It will be exciting! She also has youth camp in early June and then ballet summer intensive in Tulsa the last week of June. <br /><br />Whew! Did I forget anything? I'm sure I did. LOL<br />Through it all I will be working, finishing their school year, hunting down curriculum for next school year, taking care of my dad, and running ragged in general....AH THE LIFE OF A HOMESCHOOLING MOM! ;0) <br /><br />Speaking of Dad....if you would like an update, or to stay informed, visit my new blog I've started called "Our Journey" at <a href="http://tljjourney.blogspot.com/">http://tljjourney.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />Thanks for all the prayers everyone! Have a great week!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-73569321518542769442009-04-14T13:22:00.003-05:002009-04-14T13:59:09.817-05:00Life<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My dad is getting worse....rapidly. This weekend he began having "spells" in which he starts to shake uncontrollably and cries...usually asking for help from my mother or I and reaching out his hands for us to hold. I've discovered that if I look him in the eye and get him to concentrate on breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth over and over again, the spells are milder and don't last as long. Unfortunately, they occur more and more often. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">His </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. </span>appt<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. didn't happen. By this, I mean that we got up at the crack of dawn, got to the </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">.'s office early, sat and waited...then waited some more...only for the receptionist to inform us that the </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. called in sick. Go figure. We are taking him back tomorrow morning (Wed.). I truly hope the </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. can and will help. If not, then the pursuit of another </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. will begin. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">My brain is </span>jam packed<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> with all I've learned in the past few days...all the research. I've had to sit my children down and try and explain this incurable disease to them....which is so hard to understand at their ages. However, they've come up with some great ideas on things we all can do to help. My girls are precious. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I'm having constant headaches....a sign that my clinical depression is surfacing again. That means I need to make a </span>dr<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">.'s </span>appt<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. for myself in the near future. It's been a couple of years since I had my </span>meds<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> checked and I know that life changes and upsets can trigger my med-controlled chemicals in my brain to be altered. Constant headaches, wanting to sleep a lot, disengaging from my world....these are the symptoms I've learned to watch for. I've been battling clinical depression for 11 years. I've used natural/herbal </span>meds<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> for some of those years, been med free for a few, but for the last 5-6 years I've been under constant medication...and too afraid to try and get off. I've also been through a lot of counseling on/off and know that I have a firm grasp on how to care for myself and the signs to watch for. I recently learned that suffering depression in your life increases your risk for developing Alzheimer's....my dad suffered from it as well as my biological mother who has mental disturbances still. My genetic gene-pool seems rotten and stagnant, eh? My poor girls. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I'm now checking on my dad multiple times daily....worried about him having a spell while home alone. I set their phone to have me on speed dial....which means him pressing 'dial' and the #1....but he thinks he can't do that. I'm going to have him practice it. I found him coloring at lunch time today. That made me proud! :0) He says he did some reading, but I can't ask him what or he will have a "spell". Questions seem to trigger the spells as well as choices (like what to eat or wear). Sometimes nothing triggers them, though. They are like panic attacks. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I'm grateful that over the past 3 years the Lord has brought me so many great friends. Friends I can truly call on at any time and for any reason and will drop all and come running. I've not had to do that a lot, and it's hard for me to do period, but knowing they are there and that they care so much is very comforting. I'm sure the near future will require me to lean on them more than I care to. I feel like a bottle of soda that is constantly shaken up and ready to explode....not angrily, mind you, but the tears, sadness, mourning....they come in waves. I'm not used to being so emotional so often. </span>Every time<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> I leave my dad I cry. I worry about him. I'm scared of losing more of him than I already have. I'm sorry for him that he is enduring this at the age of 59. I'm sad for what this means for my girls and our family. However, it does have some positive effects on me. I'm now more determined than ever to LIVE ON PURPOSE. I want to make memories.....have fantastic memorable moments with my father, and my family. I want a strong memory bank to draw from should I ever face this. I want my dad to have good recent memories to concentrate on. Much of his life and childhood were filled with harshness, so now he needs the sunshine. <br />Some ideas I/my daughters have come up with are:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >-Take him fishing (he used to love this)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >-read him a chapter/day of a great book (like Tom Sawyer)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >-take him on lots of walks, maybe mushroom hunting with all this rain we are having</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">-pull out the old round-table and listen to his (and consequently my) old favorites</span><br />Most of all, I want to make him smile as much as possible and make him feel loved. I want to take many pictures and create a memory book for him to look at often. Something to help him live in the present (or most recent past). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I want to thank those of you who are bothering to read this-to listen while I attempt to empty some of the raw emotion and frustration of this disease. Please continue to pray for my dad and especially my mom, who bears the brunt of this. She is such a wonderful woman and a great caretaker, but none of us are perfect and I can only guess at the toll that this is taking on her health. I'm thinking of starting another blog where I can post updates about my dad's illness and other's can share of their experiences as well. I'd like to keep the "</span>Dalrymple<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> School Among Thorns" a happy place.....a place to hide, perhaps, on the really bad days. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Thank you, all my friends. I love each and every one of you.</span><br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-47427383310719084612009-04-10T12:27:00.002-05:002009-04-10T12:59:28.455-05:00Memory Loss and My Father<div style="text-align: center;">This is not a feel good post, nor a happy one. I'm sorry, but if you feel the need to stop reading at this point, I will understand. I beg of you who do continue to read, though, to pray....fervently, and offer whatever information you may have in the comments. <br /><br />My dad. I will be blatantly honest and say that he has never been well put-together. He's been a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pathological</span> liar for far more years than I realized (until I was about 26). He created much of the strife in our dysfunctional home. However, a few years ago he began having "spells" at work. After many of these, and much time off work, the doctors began to suggest they might have been small strokes. It would be nice to believe that were true and simply have the answers, but I'm not convinced. In the last couple of years his memory has become extremely troubled. This started shortly after I confronted him about a lot of lies and mistreatment of family members. For the first time in my life, he admitted a few issues....laying the blame on his horrible childhood. He, indeed, had a terrible upbringing, and I know it to be true simply by the fact that 3 of his siblings (out of 4) who were raised by his father and mother (the youngest was an "oops" and was only 6 when their father died) were mentally "off" as well. Just odd, they are/were. Strange stories and recollections of terrible beatings....all sleeping in the cellar as children. Anyway.... my dad received counselling for a short period and I thought things were going to finally start "normalizing," but I was wrong. The mini strokes followed. His family doctor of 20 years kept insisting there was nothing wrong with him, other than him being his normal (story-telling) self. This made it difficult to feel sorry for him. Really difficult. During this period he was forced into early retirement. Financially, that was quite draining since he was....56, I think? So, finally, my mom (step-mom, but mom for all intensive purposes as <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">she raised me</span>) applied for disability. The doctor that "examined" him (asked lots of ?'s) at first thought there was nothing wrong with him, but after a bit realized he would get this "tick".... a faraway look in mid-conversation. She said she thought it was from the mini strokes. She gave us hope that his memory loss would not get much worse, if caused by strokes. If it was Alzheimer's, it would get worse progressively. His mother has Alzheimer's. Well....in the last 9-10 months since he saw that doctor he has gotten <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">horrendously</span> worse. I could give examples all day long, but he's becoming a danger to himself and that's most important. We live just down the road a bit from him, which works out well when we aren't <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">CRAZY</span> busy b/c I can sort of keep an eye on him. He used to walk up and down the roads all day...just getting out and hoping to run into someone to talk to. Now, he mostly stays home and sleeps....and eats. He will eat his lunches that are for a couple days all in one day b/c he doesn't remember eating. My mom has to work during the day. She <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">has</span> to. <span style="font-weight: bold;">It's not an option</span>. She's nearly 58 and my dad will be 60 in June. They cannot retire anytime soon. In order to be "officially" diagnosed, my dad needs an MRI. That's about $4,000.00. They have no insurance, since my dad was forced into early retirement by his company and my mother's employer does not provide insurance. With disability, you have to wait one year before applying for Medicare. Hopefully he will get that in June and be able to go for the scan....which will, again <span style="font-style: italic;">hopefully</span>, tell us <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">something</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Anything.</span> Just so long as we get some <span style="font-weight: bold;">answers.</span>....<span style="font-style: italic;">preferably with treatment solutions</span>. <br /><br />Meanwhile, my dad is slipping away from us so quickly. Despite whatever bad might have occurred in my childhood (he was never physically abusive or anything like that), he is still my daddy and I love him. He's really all I have left as far as family (outside my husband and children). He and my step-mom, whom I worry about constantly as her health is not that great and now she is the primary caretaker of her husband, who has become more like a child. My siblings...we've never been close. Even as children. Some of them are quite messed up, due to my birth mother's abusive ways. Some just got fed up. It's understandable. Most don't live close enough to really understand all that is happening with dad and they don't call or visit. I feel gut-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wrenchingly</span> sorry for them because they have no idea how serious things really are. At this point, we are trying to avoid putting him in a home. It's very hard when you have 3 active children (one is a teen and one is almost a teen), <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">homeschool</span>, and work part-time...plus having a farm. I need to find ways to spend more time with him. I've suggested he do cross-word puzzles or word searches, but he won't. I don't think he can, really. But he doesn't even try. He says he reads, but when I ask what book he's reading he simply says that he has many books to read. <br /><br />Does anyone have any experience like this? Is there some way that it's NOT Alzheimer's? He seems to know when a "blip" is coming. He will stop mid-story and say, "Here it comes," and then he's forgotten what he was saying. That doesn't sound like Alzheimer's to me. But I'm no doctor, either. He talks openly with my husband about his fears of losing his mind...when they are alone. He won't talk about it with me. When I ask questions he says he's fine, or he's getting better. I think he's trying to protect his baby girl. I know he loves me dearly, which makes this all the more heart-breaking. <br /><br />If you have any advice, experience, anything....please help. If you don't....please pray....with urgency. Please. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >Thank you.</span><br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-32375693113248341952009-04-09T11:08:00.003-05:002009-04-09T12:18:33.733-05:00A Little Extra $$$$<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sd4to9vYvwI/AAAAAAAABms/rtgSJTrodoY/s1600-h/MPj04306540000%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sd4to9vYvwI/AAAAAAAABms/rtgSJTrodoY/s320/MPj04306540000%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322741991389839106" border="0" /></a><strong>I know that right now we can all use a little extra cash, so I thought I would share a way to make a <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" >little <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">extra <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">greenage</span>. </span></span></span></strong><br /><strong></strong></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The following text is taken from a post on <a href="http://www.thethriftymama.com/">thethriftymama.com</a> If you haven't been to her site, you should check it out. She has great frugal living tips, plus links to awesome coupons. She also lists weekly savings at our local stores. </span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"><strong>"Here’s how it works:</strong></p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">You use their program to view ads, and you get paid for each ad that you view. Instead of google and other ad companies making the money, <strong>you</strong> are making it! Sometimes it’s .25 cents for viewing an ad, and sometimes it’s .10 cents. It takes me just a few seconds to view all of the ads they have for me each week and I make $3-$6. That’s not a lot, but over the coarse of the year that can really add up. The nice thing is that they pay you through paypal every Friday. The first week I signed up, I started viewing ads on a Friday. I spent about twenty seconds viewing all the ads, and because it was Friday I had over $4 in my papal account within a few hours of first doing it. You can bet I was pretty excited about it!</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"><strong>Quick Tip:</strong> Sign up for a free<a href="http://www.paypal.com/"> paypal </a>account and do <strong>NOT</strong> upgrade it. This way you will not be charged any fees from <a href="http://www.paypal.com/">Paypal</a>, because the money <a href="http://www.youdata.com/join/jdally3">YouData</a> sends you is funded. <a href="http://www.youdata.com/join/jdally3"> YouData</a> does take out a few cents if you select to be paid with <a href="http://www.paypal.com/">Paypal</a>.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">But not only can you make money by viewing the ads, but you can also make money for referring friends. You get $1 for each person that you refer, and for each of the first 100 times one of your referrals is paid for their attention, you receive a $0.01 referral bonus. That can really add up over time.</p> <p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">Payday is tomorrow, so go ahead and sign up with YouData <a href="http://www.youdata.com/join/jdally3"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">HERE</span></a>, view some ads and enjoy the extra money that comes your way. When I first signed up it took a few days for ads to finally come in, so just be patient if you don’t have any paid ads right away."</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have signed up and made over $4 within a few clicks. It's easy, it's safe, and I can do it while checking email or blogs. :0)<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;">Enjoy the extra!<br /></p>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-52832654790746393882009-04-02T12:29:00.004-05:002009-04-02T12:45:41.460-05:00PlayFULLdate<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Spring Has Sprung!!!<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I love spring! Park days and play dates, playing in the mud...making mud pies, yum, yum! Butterflies and Daffodils, dandylions, too. Lush green grass and blooming trees, the tweet of the birds...everything is fresh and fun!<br /><br />Here's what we did yesterday....<br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">No matter how many times you teach your kids the <span style="font-style: italic;">proper</span> way to use the slide, you will still find this.....<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3l3q8GDI/AAAAAAAABmk/w-xfZi3sYaQ/s1600-h/DSC03419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3l3q8GDI/AAAAAAAABmk/w-xfZi3sYaQ/s320/DSC03419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149289802668082" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Roo...being the monkey I've always known she was! ;0)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3luh2-hI/AAAAAAAABmU/CuEcccRfJXw/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3luh2-hI/AAAAAAAABmU/CuEcccRfJXw/s320/DSC03427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149287348664850" border="0" /></a><br />Ask the ballerina what <span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things</span> you never call me....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lva2ivI/AAAAAAAABmc/U-pr0OI2zN4/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lva2ivI/AAAAAAAABmc/U-pr0OI2zN4/s320/DSC03421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149287587711730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">OLD</span> or <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">INCAPABLE</span>!!! It'll get ya taken down every time! :0)<br />She <span style="font-style: italic;">thinks</span> that since she is <span style="font-style: italic;">as tall as me now</span> that she can take me....I have to show her differently a LOT lately....hopefully I can keep my bluff in for a few more years! LOL<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lihgXaI/AAAAAAAABmM/v8H_AwgUsqw/s1600-h/DSC03417.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lihgXaI/AAAAAAAABmM/v8H_AwgUsqw/s320/DSC03417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149284125957538" border="0" /></a>Maybe the smallest should not be the first in the train down the slide? LOL<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was plum tuckered out at the end of the day...laying on the slide, when Jr. came hanging over my head...so I snapped a pic! She's so cute! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lr_fiiI/AAAAAAAABmE/WxNtgnTdjPQ/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SdT3lr_fiiI/AAAAAAAABmE/WxNtgnTdjPQ/s320/DSC03412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320149286667651618" border="0" /></a><br />I hope you are enjoying your spring days (the ones that aren't full of rain, like today!)! :0)<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-8710611155190332762009-03-23T10:44:00.002-05:002009-03-23T10:49:36.204-05:00Spring Break?I'm just curious to see how many of you are one spring break this week? We who homeschool get to choose our breaks, so we aren't breaking this week. I just want to keep on trucking so we can get done and enjoy the nice temps in May. We may take a break before then, if we feel the need, but right now we're doing fine. If you are on spring break this week, enjoy! If not, leave me a comment telling why you aren't or if you are waiting for another time period.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Thanks!</span>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-52058674652482905902009-03-19T19:29:00.005-05:002009-03-19T19:56:14.544-05:00B-A-D DAY? Try this one on for size!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dalrymple</span> and the TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY.</span></span><br /><br />Yep. That's what I said. Thanks for the line, <a href="http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/family/alexander/author.html">Judith <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Viorst</span></a>.<br />Have you ever bought<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"> paint</span>? A gallon of <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">paint</span>? Did you trust that the paint-mixer-man <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">put the lid on</span> correctly (you know, pounded it with the rubber mallet)? Only to find out a couple miles down the road that he had merely pressed it on with his hands, then forgotten to hammer it in? <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Yes.</span> It really happened. TO ME. Why me? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Argh</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Lavender paint.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ALL OVER MY VAN!!!</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">COVERING MY<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">LEATHER</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> SEATS!!!</span> After trying to clean some of it up (read: scooping it from the seat into the can) while picking my older 2 girls up from sewing class, a friend said that I definitely needed to call the store (WM) and let them know what had happened. She suggested I call right away. There was a good chance I would not be able to get this paint all out. It<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">was</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>an ENTIRE gallon, ya know. It didn't turn completely on it's side, but tilted, so there was about 1/4 of the paint left in the can. Maybe if I had set it in the floor, instead of in the back seat, it wouldn't have tipped at all. It's not like I was driving crazy or anything.<br />So, I called WM. The <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">VERY NICE MANAGER</span> said if I could bring the van back up there <span style="font-style: italic;">they would clean it out for me.</span> I weighed it for about 10 seconds, then agreed. I thought, "Many WM workers can clean this up faster and easier than I can at home by myself. And besides....it was the fault of an employee, and not my personal mistake."<br /><br />I took the van back up there and 3 managers (including the store manager) proceeded to clean the paint out of my van. They took the seats out and worked and worked (in their <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">white shirts </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ties</span>, mind you). It was going to take a long time, so they offered us a ride home. I felt bad enough as it was about the managers having to clean the paint out of the van, so I had my mom come get the girls and I. They are still working on it. I'm going to pick it up tonight, then drive it back in the morning, since I have to work anyway, and they are going to work on it some more. So far, it seems like it will all come out. The floor is the main concern, because no matter how much paint they seem to soak up, there is always more. Right now I'm glad I have leather seats. Can you imagine if they were cloth? Ugh. We have a really incredible team of employees at our local WM. I cannot say enough good about them. I realize they were probably worried about a law suit or something, but I would never seek such revenge. I'm just not a real vengeful person. They really are going above and beyond to make it right. I did receive another gallon of paint and more soda (since the box was soaked with paint). Other than that, the groceries actually made it out fine. I guess this was because I put all the groceries in the very back, but had set the pop and paint in the back seat, so as not to smash any of the produce.<br /><br />Did I mention I got paint on my nice Nike's? And my jeans? The Ballerina got it on her jeans and shirt, too. Does anyone know of something good to get it out? LUCKILY, it was a <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">water-based paint.</span><br /><br />Do you feel better about your day now?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I think I'll move to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Australia</span>. </span><br /><br />;0)<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-46120334068715000132009-03-19T12:02:00.003-05:002009-03-19T12:16:04.073-05:00The Name Game<div style="text-align: center;">Okay. So we have a funky last name. I like it. It's long, and sometimes a pain to write out. I have to spell it out for people wherever I go. It's okay though. I've seen it misspelled just about every way possible.....<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">or so I thought.</span><br /><br />Today, my dear husband comes home after having to purchase a new transmission for his truck (<span style="font-style: italic;">do NOT get me started!</span>) and proceeds to show me his sale bill. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Oh</span>.<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">My</span></span>. <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Goodness</span>.<br />You have <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">got</span> </span>to be kidding me!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">HOW</span> on <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">EARTH</span> do you go from <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dalrymple</span> to <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" >DOLLARNIPPLE???!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I kid you not. </span> I have <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">NEVER</span> seen or heard such an insane spelling of our name. It was just <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">so funny</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span>that I had to share! I hope you get a good laugh to start off your weekend! :0)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;" >Jerri</span><br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-85081704814447239792009-03-17T21:36:00.002-05:002009-03-17T21:51:04.896-05:00The Finished Table<div style="text-align: center;">Remember the table I painted? Well, it is my 13 yr. old daughter's, so a friend and I decoupaged it. (My friend didn't know what decoupaging was, so what better way to explain? We just dug right in!)<br /><br />She came up with the letters and little pieces across the top. A BEAUTIFUL touch! :0)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgaNU0HRI/AAAAAAAABlM/87wwYi-MVQ0/s1600-h/DSC03398.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgaNU0HRI/AAAAAAAABlM/87wwYi-MVQ0/s320/DSC03398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353563667012882" border="0" /></a><br />Now, this table is in my hall. That is because we are currently painting my daughter's room. I'll have to take another pic once we finish her room (halfway there!). It will look even better against her freshly painted walls. ;0)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgafyafYI/AAAAAAAABlU/zEX3vyiJ8Sg/s1600-h/DSC03397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgafyafYI/AAAAAAAABlU/zEX3vyiJ8Sg/s320/DSC03397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353568623000962" border="0" /></a><br />Side of the table. The other side is similar. For some reason, the colors didn't come out as bright and pretty as they actually are. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgbYARuII/AAAAAAAABlc/mWcc2hdje3E/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgbYARuII/AAAAAAAABlc/mWcc2hdje3E/s320/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353583713532034" border="0" /></a><br />Front view.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgZrZqzAI/AAAAAAAABlE/SALeb1W2AV8/s1600-h/DSC03392.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/ScBgZrZqzAI/AAAAAAAABlE/SALeb1W2AV8/s320/DSC03392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353554560568322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Top view. <br /><br />She loves it!!!!<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-78249410501055930982009-03-10T12:09:00.002-05:002009-03-10T12:17:04.991-05:00AWESOME Giveaway!!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">My friend, <a href="http://justpurelovely.typepad.com/justpurelovely/2009/03/a-big-giveaway-150-worth-of-fashion-office-line-products.html">Lori</a>, over at <a href="http://justpurelovely.typepad.com/justpurelovely/2009/03/a-big-giveaway-150-worth-of-fashion-office-line-products.html">Just Pure Lovely</a>, is doing an INCREDIBLE giveaway from CarolinaPad. I mean, this is by far one of the BEST giveaways I have ever seen!!! (Especially for those of us trying to get organized, yet make things pretty as well!) So, click <a href="http://justpurelovely.typepad.com/justpurelovely/2009/03/a-big-giveaway-150-worth-of-fashion-office-line-products.html">here</a> to go to her post and enter. She is giving us 4 different ways to enter, so you can get your name in the hat 4 times!!!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbafRvEEKBI/AAAAAAAABk8/YERMeRKYSOE/s1600-h/JPL+Giveaway.jpg2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbafRvEEKBI/AAAAAAAABk8/YERMeRKYSOE/s320/JPL+Giveaway.jpg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311607937570187282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbafRp3d8NI/AAAAAAAABk0/FxHGS0oRM9o/s1600-h/JPL+Giveaway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbafRp3d8NI/AAAAAAAABk0/FxHGS0oRM9o/s320/JPL+Giveaway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311607936175173842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">What are you waiting for??? Get on over <a href="http://justpurelovely.typepad.com/justpurelovely/2009/03/a-big-giveaway-150-worth-of-fashion-office-line-products.html">there</a> and enter!!!! :0)</span></span></span></span><br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-31669940964728640922009-03-05T23:06:00.005-06:002009-03-05T23:41:41.255-06:00FINALE!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Well.............. Here we go! It's not <span style="font-style: italic;">completely </span>finished, but the parts that aren't will either not be noticeable, or may take a while. While putting the room "back together" I decided I want a different end table, to paint the coffee table, and to either paint the entertainment center or get a different one (hubby built this one). I also decided that I'm going to take <a href="http://wendyjanelle.blogspot.com/">Mrs. Savage</a>'s advice and hang some fabric over those <span style="font-style: italic;">aged</span> mirrors. I <span style="font-style: italic;">HATE </span>those mirrors. Unfortunately, when we went to take them off the wall, we discovered they are GLUED to the sheet rock. We would have had to break the mirrors to get them off, and then possibly replace the sheet rock, or at least re-mud, tape, and sand it down. Ugh. So.... I left them. Regrettably. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQGpbe7I/AAAAAAAABkk/RWqd0TxaYd0/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQGpbe7I/AAAAAAAABkk/RWqd0TxaYd0/s320/DSC03333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941049913473970" border="0" /></a>Isn't he a sweetie? This is the most cleaning he's done in a LOOOOOOOOOONG TIME!!!<br />I don't know HOW many times we swept this floor today....more than I can count!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzPhRaLMI/AAAAAAAABkU/CdF7GxjDSn4/s1600-h/DSC03334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzPhRaLMI/AAAAAAAABkU/CdF7GxjDSn4/s320/DSC03334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941039880613058" border="0" /></a>I just noticed that my lamp no longer matches. Hmph. Well, at least it wasn't expensive (read: yard sale find). :0)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyj1y_QDI/AAAAAAAABkM/FuFp54YtBwE/s1600-h/DSC03338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyj1y_QDI/AAAAAAAABkM/FuFp54YtBwE/s320/DSC03338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309940289475919922" border="0" /></a><br />This is the corner where my "happy" table is. <br /><br />The pic below is a before picture, taken before ANY of this got started. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyjF3GxEI/AAAAAAAABj8/OOXEDpGbkD8/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyjF3GxEI/AAAAAAAABj8/OOXEDpGbkD8/s320/DSC01693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309940276608287810" border="0" /></a>....and after!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQNYrbmI/AAAAAAAABkc/BkMei9VsV0Y/s1600-h/DSC03332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQNYrbmI/AAAAAAAABkc/BkMei9VsV0Y/s320/DSC03332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941051722264162" border="0" /></a>Another before...........<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyirU0gvI/AAAAAAAABjs/PHE8a6Dj6x4/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyirU0gvI/AAAAAAAABjs/PHE8a6Dj6x4/s320/DSC01631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309940269485163250" border="0" /></a>......and after!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyjnIDK_I/AAAAAAAABkE/UgJpmUDu0_8/s1600-h/DSC03335.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyjnIDK_I/AAAAAAAABkE/UgJpmUDu0_8/s320/DSC03335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309940285537725426" border="0" /></a>One last before......<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyi0or3-I/AAAAAAAABj0/w-FHZFkj6BQ/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCyi0or3-I/AAAAAAAABj0/w-FHZFkj6BQ/s320/DSC01632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309940271984402402" border="0" /></a>.......tada!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQQQY8lI/AAAAAAAABks/2JSfhoD9zJ0/s1600-h/DSC03337.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SbCzQQQY8lI/AAAAAAAABks/2JSfhoD9zJ0/s320/DSC03337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309941052492804690" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not really sure about the window mistreatments. My hubby REALLY likes them, though. I need something "westerny" to tie around them. Hmmmmm........<br />You can't see it very well, but I used upholstery tacks in the shape of stars that are "rustic" for the tops of the curtains. <br /> My hubby said he is going to get the baseboard trim down this weekend.....I hope it happens!!! ;0)<br /><br />Well.....I have a throbbing headache and am off to bed!<br />Thanks for peaking in on my little (H-U-G-E) journey. I have many more projects to attack, but they aren't nearly as big (or as daunting!). <br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-16153303738637801032009-03-04T23:02:00.003-06:002009-03-04T23:16:11.021-06:00SNEAK PEAK!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"></span><br /><br />Okay, I just COULD NOT WAIT to post a pic or two!! You'll just have to forgive the mess that you may see. The floor needs swept VERY badly!!!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9ezugYMxI/AAAAAAAABjk/wYsBoP3Fkuk/s1600-h/DSC03326.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9ezugYMxI/AAAAAAAABjk/wYsBoP3Fkuk/s320/DSC03326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309566728443278098" border="0" /> </a>I LOVE this wall. I think we are going to center the family pic above the mantle. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9eDYmpshI/AAAAAAAABjc/JJAUSlE6uac/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9eDYmpshI/AAAAAAAABjc/JJAUSlE6uac/s320/DSC03331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309565897930289682" border="0" /></a><br />This is my peace inducing, happy feeling table. Now.....I just need to train my kids to QUIT placing things here that don't belong!!!! (like library books!) <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9eDNe2-FI/AAAAAAAABjU/Sm0-zjLzO-E/s1600-h/DSC03330.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sa9eDNe2-FI/AAAAAAAABjU/Sm0-zjLzO-E/s320/DSC03330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309565894944815186" border="0" /></a><br />This is something I worked on last week. I think setting on the floor, leaning against the wall, does not do it the justice it deserves, but couldn't help but snap a pic of it. It's an old window pane that I was given and, well, I just played with it and had fun. I can change things out at any time, so it can change with season or just whimsy! :0) I plan on centering this along our long yellow wall. I'll post a pic of it once it's hung.<br /><br />Well....back to work! I'm up way too late, but there's SO much I want to get done!!!! <br /><br />Thanks for looking!<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-67420964922816853222009-03-01T14:35:00.005-06:002009-03-01T15:02:19.947-06:00Work, Work, And A Little Fun To Boot<div style="text-align: center;">I've been working a lot lately, but had today off....YAY!!! I miss Sunday Worship, although I have been attending Sunday School.<br />Somehow, I did manage to get a few fun crafts and such in this week (it was the BEAUTIFUL weather that motivated me!).<br />I made some cards (sorry, no pics!), did a LOT of painting (so much closer to having the living room done....maybe this week I'll finish!!!!!!), and re-vamped a lamp, a nic-nak shelf, and my daughter's night stand.<br />Here's a quick glimpse.....<br /><br />The Night Stand was very old and I'm not even sure what color you would have called it. I got it at a yard sale for a buck. It has really pretty knobs for the drawers, but of course, I took them off to paint it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_vDoMDI/AAAAAAAABis/bVWNpEOvNTc/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_vDoMDI/AAAAAAAABis/bVWNpEOvNTc/s320/DSC03313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323387098542130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_wEIGoI/AAAAAAAABi0/jHezuhwW4q0/s1600-h/DSC03314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_wEIGoI/AAAAAAAABi0/jHezuhwW4q0/s320/DSC03314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323387369069186" border="0" /></a>We are going to try some decoupaging with it, too.<br /><br />This is the before pic of the nic/nak shelf. I liked it just the way it was, but after painting I wanted to add some black accents to the living room. Instead of buying more junk, I looked around for what I could paint/change.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_OmFv_I/AAAAAAAABik/hkgMvK5SEy8/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz_OmFv_I/AAAAAAAABik/hkgMvK5SEy8/s320/DSC03310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323378384715762" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just laid it on the couch to get a pic, since the walls aren't quite ready for stuff to go back up on them yet. I may add a little decoupage to this as well.....we'll see how the end table goes, LOL!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sar1k454JlI/AAAAAAAABi8/KFgCMENShUw/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sar1k454JlI/AAAAAAAABi8/KFgCMENShUw/s320/DSC03324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308325124908787282" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Here is the before pic of the lamp. It's a fine lamp and the color was fine before I painted the L-room yellow and tomatoe red. I've had this lamp for about 12 years and it was a Christmas gift from my sister. At least now I am keeping it instead of replacing it. All new decor for the price of a can of spray paint. :0) That's my kind of remodeling! <br />I have to give credit where credit is due, however. <a href="http://wendyjanelle.blogspot.com/">Mrs. Savage</a> and <a href="http://nestingplacenc.blogspot.com/">the Nester</a> have inspired many of us in the blog world to work with what we have to recreate our homes in ways that make us happy. I love their motto and have adopted it for myself, "It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful!" Yes.....I can live with that! <br /><br />Before.....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz-MUGSSI/AAAAAAAABiU/0QB5kVpaG2U/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz-MUGSSI/AAAAAAAABiU/0QB5kVpaG2U/s320/DSC03309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323360592513314" border="0" /></a>.......and after!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz-4cPv3I/AAAAAAAABic/5BnZcUMMMvY/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/Sarz-4cPv3I/AAAAAAAABic/5BnZcUMMMvY/s320/DSC03311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308323372437847922" border="0" /></a>So what do you think? My living room is still a disaster since I'm not done painting. I need one more coat on one wall and then have to do the wall-divider trim that goes around the room. Then there's the "oopsies" to go back and clean up. When all that is finished, hopefully my wonderful husband will put the trim down around the wood floors we installed, um......a year ago? LOL!!! You know I'll post the pics when it's complete. :0)<br /><br />Have a great week!<br /><br /><br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-4417990040745238352009-02-12T13:50:00.004-06:002009-02-12T21:08:09.099-06:00Happy Birthday, Junior!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SZTj3-UbbUI/AAAAAAAABiM/7yaFvlwpHH4/s1600-h/Jasi+baby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SZTj3-UbbUI/AAAAAAAABiM/7yaFvlwpHH4/s320/Jasi+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302113212082908482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Happy Birthday, Jaslyn!</span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SZTjA8iYDvI/AAAAAAAABh8/3QluR1QrFOM/s1600-h/Jasi+6.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SZTjA8iYDvI/AAAAAAAABh8/3QluR1QrFOM/s320/Jasi+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302112266711731954" border="0" /></a><br />My <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">baby</span> turned 6 today.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I love you baby girl!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SZTjAhWymJI/AAAAAAAABh0/WV_tg9q0rGc/s1600-h/Jasi+baby.jpg"> </a></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-68436538684324864622009-02-12T13:33:00.003-06:002009-02-12T13:49:17.382-06:00Even the Giant Is Not Immune<div style="text-align: center;">By now most of you will have heard about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal</span>-Mart's 700-800 person lay-off. It is dreadful, truly. I am praying for all the families that this lay-off will affect. Can you imagine the security of performing a job for such a seemingly secure company for up to 13 years and in one morning it all comes crashing down around you? I fear for some of these folk's mental/emotional mindsets. That is such a huge number to add to an already scarce market. The competition will be fierce. Fortunately, most of those employees of WM have nice degrees that may give them a step ahead. I hope you will join me in praying for these families affected with this huge lay-off. No one is completely untouchable, obviously. That is something we can all learn. I have held faith that my husband's job was more secure than most because he does, indeed, work for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wal</span>-Mart. Obviously assumptions should not be made about anyone or any particular job. He does work on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wal</span>-Mart trucks, and the trucks must keep running in order for the stores to stay in business, but no one is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">irreplaceable</span>. I think of all the institutions that sometimes lay off long term employees that are making higher wages, only to bring in bottom of the barrel new hires a few months later. It's so sad. I think everyone in our area knows someone who has been affected by recent economizing/downsizing of companies. We actually know several. So, as we have always done, we will continue thanking God for the blessing of my husband's job, which he loves most of the time, and pray for continuance, as well as pray for those who are now asking themselves what is next.<br /><br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040472041291673549.post-56086863206366590412009-01-28T13:35:00.008-06:002009-01-28T14:53:41.465-06:00Winter Wonderland? I THINK NOT!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9abrHOiI/AAAAAAAABhs/BKm2ThNgMmU/s1600-h/rissgoober.JPG"> Well, like the other 150,000+ people in Northwest Arkansas, we spent the last 24 hours without power. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>. Sense my sarcasm? Nah, not me! :0D<br /><br />So...here are a few pics taken from a couple days before and then some taken during the outage. We DO have a fire place to keep warm by....that is a huge blessing as so many people do not have an alternate heat source and even gas heat requires electricity to run. We still don't have water....(not sure where it is frozen at b/c we emptied the lines of all water when the electric went out in hopes to avoid frozen and/or busted pipes). I also consider myself pretty innovative when it comes to redneck survival tactics. I actually cooked a hot meal over the fire in our fireplace. I like cast iron skillets, and those are versatile enough to lay (literally) right on the burning logs/hot coals. The only thing was that I'm not so wise in cooking HEALTHY meals this way. Maybe chicken breast, but as those were frozen rock solid, that didn't seem to be an option. Instead, we had sausage, made-from-scratch biscuits, gravy, and pork-n-beans. (by the time the biscuits and gravy were done, the sausages were getting cold and we didn't want to wait on eggs, so just heated up the beans....dear hubby's idea-we had his sister and her husband here so needed to stretch the meal a bit further) It was really rather tasty. AND we didn't catch anything on fire, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lol</span>!<br /><br />Without further ado....the pics.</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Someone had to keep us laughing! Before you think J's sis is TOTALLY crazy, these are those LED <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tea light</span> candles. No real flames, although the flash from the camera made it look that way. I took one without the flash, but it was just too dark.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9abrHOiI/AAAAAAAABhs/BKm2ThNgMmU/s1600-h/rissgoober.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9abrHOiI/AAAAAAAABhs/BKm2ThNgMmU/s320/rissgoober.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441423590537762" border="0" /></a><br />Fine dining by candlelight<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aU7LZXI/AAAAAAAABhk/X6-cXV2T9UQ/s1600-h/rissnbri.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aU7LZXI/AAAAAAAABhk/X6-cXV2T9UQ/s320/rissnbri.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441421778871666" border="0" /> </a><br />Hey! You can see my "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tomato</span> Red" wall in the background....we don't have stuff back on the walls, yet, though. Also, to the left is my yellow wall.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aOp_XGI/AAAAAAAABhc/Wb23FL-DK0Y/s1600-h/candlelight+dinner.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aOp_XGI/AAAAAAAABhc/Wb23FL-DK0Y/s320/candlelight+dinner.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441420096167010" border="0" /></a><br />Junior just being Junior<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aJWmjKI/AAAAAAAABhU/PJRxyOwz6gk/s1600-h/goofy+goober.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC9aJWmjKI/AAAAAAAABhU/PJRxyOwz6gk/s320/goofy+goober.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296441418672671906" border="0" /></a><br />Coloring by candlelight while waiting on dinner<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78HExhZI/AAAAAAAABhM/7KEYZai8n_4/s1600-h/coloring+by+candlelight.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78HExhZI/AAAAAAAABhM/7KEYZai8n_4/s320/coloring+by+candlelight.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439803153319314" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:webdings;">Chestnuts</span> (I mean sausage) roasting on an open fire......<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78JGeo0I/AAAAAAAABhE/n7Qz5X2l2I8/s1600-h/fire+cook.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78JGeo0I/AAAAAAAABhE/n7Qz5X2l2I8/s320/fire+cook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439803697341250" border="0" /></a><br />Ah....this is the ice, yesterday before noon....before the lights went out. Yep. That's about an inch on the power lines. We received another inch+ over the evening and nighttime hours.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78Fl34GI/AAAAAAAABg8/8FqYGNjvexE/s1600-h/ice3+09.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC78Fl34GI/AAAAAAAABg8/8FqYGNjvexE/s320/ice3+09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439802755276898" border="0" /></a><br />These are VERY <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"></span>tall trees....normally.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC77-JiIYI/AAAAAAAABg0/iNi4edGmc9o/s1600-h/ice2+09.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC77-JiIYI/AAAAAAAABg0/iNi4edGmc9o/s320/ice2+09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439800757363074" border="0" /></a><br />Close-up of our Wedding Tree<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC77gfceyI/AAAAAAAABgs/Q0RbDdIlJ7g/s1600-h/ice+09.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC77gfceyI/AAAAAAAABgs/Q0RbDdIlJ7g/s320/ice+09.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296439792796203810" border="0" /></a><br />This was taken last Sat. I actually had a day where I was able to get some things accomplished at home like painting, laundry, etc. J said we just HAD to go see these eagles down the road. Well, when we got there they were gone, so we stopped off at this dried up creek bed and played/froze! It was fun, though! Here are just a few pics we took....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6RQWidnI/AAAAAAAABgk/UqbLF50Bd9w/s1600-h/ark+sand.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6RQWidnI/AAAAAAAABgk/UqbLF50Bd9w/s320/ark+sand.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437967397746290" border="0" /></a>The above is J and Junior kicking around some Arkansas sand (aka silt...very fine and pretty!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6RbJnf_I/AAAAAAAABgc/u6BjCHM47zU/s1600-h/girls.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6RbJnf_I/AAAAAAAABgc/u6BjCHM47zU/s320/girls.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437970296340466" border="0" /></a><br />The girls in their "cave" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOL</span>!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6REuyOLI/AAAAAAAABgU/wrSLrzQdlWg/s1600-h/dad+gives+science+lesson.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6REuyOLI/AAAAAAAABgU/wrSLrzQdlWg/s320/dad+gives+science+lesson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437964278216882" border="0" /></a><br />J gives a science lesson on the ages of some of the dirt layers. The girls are fascinated....for a minute! :0)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6Q0zGWaI/AAAAAAAABgM/97csd3S5n7s/s1600-h/cave.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6Q0zGWaI/AAAAAAAABgM/97csd3S5n7s/s320/cave.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437960001345954" border="0" /></a><br />We found a few REAL caves, although didn't go exploring....this one appears to belong to a LARGE animal, which I don't care to disturb!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6Q7xsmrI/AAAAAAAABgE/oBFXodu2xUw/s1600-h/DSC03205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC6Q7xsmrI/AAAAAAAABgE/oBFXodu2xUw/s320/DSC03205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296437961874512562" border="0" /></a><br />This is a trip we took to a local nursing home last week with our 4H group. The kids had made crocheted hangers and cards, and handed out baggies of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">chex</span> mix. It was a WONDERFUL time and genuine connections were made by the girls. We are looking into the "Adopt a Grandparent" program.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC42FypwSI/AAAAAAAABf8/4RiZ8LRrBjw/s1600-h/DSC03209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC42FypwSI/AAAAAAAABf8/4RiZ8LRrBjw/s320/DSC03209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436401194778914" border="0" /></a>These lovely ladies didn't want to play cards but INSISTED on WATCHING a card game....so the ballerina and her friend aimed to please!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41uhpFSI/AAAAAAAABf0/pKM_jHmaS-k/s1600-h/DSC03197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41uhpFSI/AAAAAAAABf0/pKM_jHmaS-k/s320/DSC03197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436394949416226" border="0" /></a><br />Junior gave out LOTS of hugs....some people requested seconds, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LOL</span>! We realized how much hugging our family does on a daily basis, yet these folks may go weeks/months with one single hug. What a priceless and effortless gift to give.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41uoFjvI/AAAAAAAABfs/AlWgcPpwIHQ/s1600-h/fun3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41uoFjvI/AAAAAAAABfs/AlWgcPpwIHQ/s320/fun3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436394976448242" border="0" /></a>Trying to enjoy some warmer weather with friends a couple of days before the ice storm came in.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41mNRj6I/AAAAAAAABfk/PqVzqHyWhqw/s1600-h/fun2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41mNRj6I/AAAAAAAABfk/PqVzqHyWhqw/s320/fun2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436392716504994" border="0" /></a>Poor Dash got caught with no shoes!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41QHYjkI/AAAAAAAABfc/8mMNU6lxsrc/s1600-h/fun.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bo203kSWUI/SYC41QHYjkI/AAAAAAAABfc/8mMNU6lxsrc/s320/fun.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436386786217538" border="0" /></a><br />So. Those of you who endured/are enduring the ice storm....what did you do? If nothing else, I pray you are all staying warm!!!<br /><br /><br />Blessings,<br /><br />Jerri<br /></div>Jerri Dalrymplehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159846491370284803noreply@blogger.com8