tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867448659376470402024-03-13T11:14:25.431-06:00Christensen BoyzLive, Love, Laugh.....go crazyChristensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-62612013783265441302015-09-02T09:59:00.000-06:002015-09-02T09:59:04.905-06:00Sitting, watching, waiting <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">As I go on my spiritual journey, I'm looking for things that speak true to me in my heart and soul. I don't want to try and impose my feelings of what is wrong or right and what is true or not. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I belive we can't have faith without doubt. Faith does not remove doubt. Doubt is a negative way of expressing faith. You can doubt hell. You can doubt doctrines. You can doubt science. You can doubt the supernatural. You can even doubt doubt. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">All of these are expressions of faith. If faith becomes so strong, so powerful, so certain that we impose it on others and punish them for not agreeing, then our faith has taken us down the wrong path. If our doubts are so strong, so powerful, so certain that we mock and scorn those for their beliefs, then our doubt has taken us down the wrong path. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">We are defined by what we choose to belive and by what we choose not to belive. Faith and doubt are inseparable. They are like pleasure and pain, you can't really have one without the other. It's about how we manage our doubt. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">If faith gives us hope and allows us to rise and carry on in the face of our trials, faith is good. Doubt softens our certainty or arrogance, and becomes the thing that keeps our faith from being used as an authoritative force. </span><br />
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Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-18889899718807956312015-08-31T08:41:00.003-06:002015-08-31T08:41:49.481-06:00Journal entry exert <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">The past several months have been such life changing experience. I feel like I'm a new man. I have made, in my opinion and from what Connie has observed, huge changes in who I am. I feel like I am a more loving and supportive husband and father, an all around better person. Like I am really making progress with who I am and what I want to be, which is happy. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Going to therapy with Connie I have learned many things about how I have slacked in the husband department. Over the past 16 years I have not shown Connie the love and affection she, or any woman, deserves to have. I'm not claiming to be perfect, but that I have made tremendous progress...that only took me 16 years of marriage to evev start to understand. What I've learned is a small sliver I'm sure. As we both learn and grow, I hope to be a good example to the boys and others around us, and that we can inspire them to find love and happiness in their relationships. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I also feel like I've been on a self/soul searching journey. I feel like I've almost always struggled with spiritualness and religion. I was born into the LDS church and raised with those beliefs as my primary spirituality. I recall as a young child that I liked going to church and it was something we did every Sunday. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">The only thing I really can say that I truly remember of my baptism are a few material things. Being nervous about the bishop interview and then being in the interview and not being able to answer the questions. The day of, I remember a few of my friends from school were there also getting baptized, standing in the hall with my dad getting my picture taken, sitting in the chapel waiting for my turn, thinking it was taking forever. I don't remember any of the talks that were given, or feeling anything spiritually special about the baptism or confirmation. I was nervous about having to do it more that once, because I had recently been to a cousins and she had to redo it several times. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I had several times that I thought to myself after, that I had the Holy Ghost with me now, and that it would help and guide me. There were several times in my life, based on the church teachings, that I felt the "spirit" guide me. Today, I would lean towards intuition not a spirit that is supposed to be everywhere all at once. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">By the time I was getting 11-12 years old I was starting to not want to go to church. I didn't really have my own testimony, I was just borrowing or living off my parents. Another factor was that I didn't really have any friends in the church. I got along with all the boys, there were no girls, in my age group, but we were not friends. I protected Ben Gibson from the others because they picked on him and his family because they were labeled as the "weird family" in the ward. I wasn't a goody-goody either so I got along with the rebels too. I played sports so I had a few of the others boys not in either of those groups on my team, so therfore we had commonality. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I remember having a serious talk about how I was feeling with my mom. I think it scared her and who could blame her? What parent wants to here that their child doesn't belive what they have been trying to teach them their whole life? I don't remember what was said, but I was told that I still had to go and participate. I felt like my feelings were ignored. I went and tried to do the the things I was supposed to do, kind of in an automaton state of mind. I served as the deacons quorum president for a while. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I just pretended to be a "good church boy" for fear of punishment from then on. I probably wasn't "worthy" by church standards to advance to any of the priesthood offices. Some time around 12 years old I got into smoking, shoplifting and many other unwise endeavors that got worse as I got older. I continued to live this way until Connie got pregnant and we decided to get married. Because I was still going to church regularly I was still being instructed as to the gospel principles. Having matured, just a little, and going off the faith and testimony of others, Connie and I decided that we would repent and start living the gospel standards so that we could be married in the temple. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">Connie and I started to make an honest effort to live the and follow the gospel teachings and commandments. We attended church regularly, met with the bishop as part of the repentance/getting ready to attend the temple, read the scriptures and prayed. The next 6 years I actively and honestly lived the gospel. I did what I was supposed to do. Attend the temple, went to church, lived by the standard of the gospel and did the things that good church members do. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">As I grew in the church and started to gain my own testimony I was having questions about different issues, especially as a teacher preparing lessons. Sometimes things wouldn't feel right or make since to me from a gospel stand point. I just blew it off as "I just don't have that level of understand yet," or some excuse to that extent. I never went to the bishop or brought it up with Connie out of fear. I don't deny that I had feelings that touched me and made me feel good as I studied or heard testimony from someone that touched on a higher level. I have also had those same feelings and experiences with things that had nothing to do with church.</span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">I started to feel very lost. Why was I feeling this way when I was living to the best of my ability the gospel? Finally, after a few years of living this way I couldn't take it any more and admitted to Connie about how I was feeling. It was one of the hardest things I have done in my life. I was sharing something with her that could/would cause a huge amount of pain and suffering in our lives. It would bring her life crashing down, based on the churches teaching. I was scared that she'd decide that she couldn't stay with me any longer because of how I felt. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">At that point I was probably borderline atheist. I went and talked to the bishop at the time bishop Moss. I expressed my feelings and he couldn't really give me guidance other than sometimes you have to "fake it till you make it." So that's what I started doing. At first I was just going thru the motions, not really getting anything out of it. I tried again several times over the next 9 years to get that comforting feeling, never fully obtaining it. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">As Connie and I started realizing that if we didn't fix something in our marriage, we were not going to stay together. In the thick of it, I interpreted my feelings to be that we were missing something spiritual (I've realized now that the lack spiritualness I thought was there was, to me, was just a lack of connection). So I really started to make an effort to earnestly go on my spiritual journey and make my testimony concrete. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">While working on this and working thru therapy, we were challenged to "fill our boxes." One of those boxes is a spiritual box. My resolve and comment to figure mine out was intensified greatly. I started to really soul search and decided to start by finding out about topics that, 1 I have questions about and 2 that I have people ask me about when they find out in Mormon. A few examples include: general belief, polygamy, word of Wisdom and the priesthood. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">As I dove into the work head first. I really started soul searching as I studied and learned. I came to realize that I'm tired of trying to "fake it, til I make it." I wanted to be honest with myself and my feelings. That meant that I had to let go of what I'd been taught all my life as truth and right. It was now the hardest decision I've made. I didn't take it lightly. It kept me awake at night and consumed my thoughts during the day. It was something that would have an lasting effect on everyone around me, especially my family, who are the most important thing to me in this life. </span><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;">It has been like a huge weight has been lifted off me. I know my journey is not done, but now, I'm doing it happily being true to myself. I can't even describe the elation I feel because of it. </span>Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-17847528550193396822015-08-31T08:37:00.001-06:002015-08-31T08:37:30.237-06:00Doctors & Donuts Last week Tobyn and Tanner were sick with some kind of stomach bug. In Tobyns case it only lasted 36 hours. 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Tanner looked at me like I had lost my mind and said, "that's not the right song." I looked at him like a loving father that needs to nicely correct his young, Nintendo playing son. I played the Zelda games growing up, in fact they were some of my favorite games, I know what I'm talking about. I said, "yeah, it's the one that has the little fairy that says 'listen' when she has something to tell you." He looked at me with the most serious face a 7 year old boy can produce, grabbed the edge of his shirt and stretched it so I could see the writing on it, The Ledgen of Zelda: The Wind Waker.<br />
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He sat there, holding his shirt, staring at me like that solved everything. "I know what game it is, I played it before you were born." Still looking at me like I escaped from the mental ward, he asked to see my phone so he could "show me" that it wasn't part of that game. Being the good dad that I am, I took the opportunity to place a wager on this misunderstanding. I bet him a donut that the song was in fact, a part of the series Wind Waker.<br />
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I dug my phone out of my pocket, the wager was set, who was going to be right and get a delicious donut... After several frustrating minutes he asked for the phone so he could find it. A couple of quick swipes of his tinny fingers and he had a YouTube video pulled up. The little stinker knew what he was looking for, a video that had all the different themed songs in a 2 hour reel. As it played he sat there at told me each part of the game that each song represents. I was wrong. I lost a bet to 7 year old and now I owed him a donut... And it was worth it.<br />
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<br />Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-65131246515569206112015-08-19T14:47:00.002-06:002015-08-19T14:47:26.077-06:00My LuvI just wanted to write this post for My Luv and express my love for her. Connie is my best friend. We have been to hell and back more than once. Most of the hell was my own making and she still has stuck with me, for which I'm so grateful.<br />
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<span id="goog_1653573957"></span><span id="goog_1653573958"></span>She is so beautiful. She works so hard to be a good wife and mother. She does a great taking care of our needs while balancing all the responsibility she has as a mother, wife, companion, lover, teacher, maid, referee, cook and many of the others hats she has to put on. She is my rock and foundation. She knows how I think and work, and keeps me grounded in many instances. I love you with every fiber of my being. I love growing old with you by my side.<br />
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We walked a mile down the the market place to find these peppers. We got there and found the roaster not roasting. After inquiring the time table to start roasting, we had about a half hour to kill, so we went to Jimmy Johns for lunch. While there I found these "pictures of wisdom" that I found to be hilarious and informative. </div>
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Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-21809452406266406372015-08-09T22:18:00.000-06:002015-08-09T22:18:09.387-06:00COH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-5143300171169436642015-08-09T22:13:00.001-06:002015-08-09T22:13:19.799-06:00Titus' 14th birthday party<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Titus had a great birthday party. He had his friends over for some water games, cake and ice cream, hanging out and swimming. He is growing into a young man so fast. He is a great leader, and is very dedicated to the things he wants to accomplish. He will go far is his life because works so hard.</div>
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<br />Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-63905814232497209852015-08-09T21:59:00.002-06:002015-08-09T21:59:44.380-06:00Zion 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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We also stopped at Zion National Park in Moab, UT. It was a beautiful place. We lucked out and had some good cloud cover so it kept the sun off of us as we hiked around.</div>
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The delicate Arch. This is the arch the is on the license plates is UT. We didn't hike up to this one because is was a 3 mile hike and we had been hiking around for several hours and had to get on the road.</div>
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I was lucky enough to have a Friday and Saturday off of work to go on a camping trip with the boys. All three groups scout, varsity and venture were able to go. That made it so TC, Titus and Tate were all there. Juniper point is on the west side of lake Texoma. The day we started the sky was overcast so we lucked out. It was still very hot but, it was better than being in the sun.</div>
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Because of all the flooding from earlier in the year, many parts of the trail were washed away and we had to blaze our own. Bishop Codey Boren lead the way, stick-a-swinging, arms-a-flailing in ninja style fashion, thru the uncut terrain. Every now and then TC would lead and follow Bishops eradicate moves of slicing thru our unseen foes...cures you arachni-deathicus, a.k.a spe-I-der webs!</div>
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TC and Tate were with the faster moving folks, bishop, bro. Lewis, Jeffery and Keith. Titus and I were with the slow moving group Josh...oh yeah, bro. Alldredge was there too!</div>
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Keith, fake son Josh, TC and others setting up camp</div>
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On the way home from Utah this we decided to make it more of a real road trip. We stopped at Carlsbad Caverns in NM. It was a great trip going down the cavern, it was huge! They are still exploring and finding new places. It took 3 hours to walk around the whole entire cavern. At the beginning, or the opening, there is a ampa theater where you can watch 400,000 bats fly out at dusk. We hiked down 750 ft down. At the bottom there is a restaurant and a very nice bathroom. After we were done, we took the elevator back to the top. It was the longest elevator ride ever! </div>
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Batcave exit...watch for falling guano!</div>
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Tobyn...blinded by the light!</div>
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TC looking cool resting on the trail.</div>
Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-41651043399908690332015-08-09T21:19:00.001-06:002015-08-09T21:19:33.490-06:00Misc pics from work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Random work pictures.</div>
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Cathedral across the street from the hotel in MLI (Moline, IL) </div>
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Vietnamese/Thai fried tilapia, not mine. </div>
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Better shot of the Cathedral. </div>
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Random tiny airplane taking off in ORD (Chicago)...one of the busiest airports in the U.S.A.</div>
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Pictures from the state capital in Madison, WI.</div>
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View from the office.</div>
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Another view with the Ipad.</div>
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Walk around selfie in the stormy weather...not sure where.</div>
Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-53663808351862507882015-08-07T09:33:00.000-06:002015-08-09T15:41:59.544-06:00Summer Utah Trip 2015 baby!We try to make it back to Utah every year for a couple of weeks. We didn't make it back last year because Connie had started working with the chamber and didn't have the time to take off. It was great to see everyone. The cousins are growing so fast. We didn't get to go out with Brandon on the lake because the boat was in the shop. Instead we went camping with him, Aaron Gee, Jason Wright and there kids. Mom was in charge of the family reunion/grandpa Ingram's birthday party. It turned out very nice. Grandpa Christensen took us four wheeling up Santiquin canyon.<br />
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Tibble fork canyon. Tobyn, Titus, Avery Dix and Tanner.</div>
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Titus, Avery, Aaron (Gee) and Logan Dix.</div>
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Tate, wondering about the great mysteries of life. We played night games; no bears are out tonight, over the can and follow the judge to court. </div>
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Hanging out, waiting for dinner. </div>
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Gee, Avery, Logan and Brandon. It was so fun to go camping with them and all of our kids</div>
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Tobyn and a nameless cousin at the birthday-reunion playing in the volleyball pit.</div>
Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-450606890356825102015-08-07T09:32:00.002-06:002015-08-09T15:32:32.226-06:00Imagine Dragons concert!!!We had a great time at the Imagine Dragon concert with Davona and Conner Bagshaw. We bought the tickets earlier in the year and mom and TC could hardly contain themselves.<br />
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Dad, mom and Davona...and sexy old man legs!</div>
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Strike a pose...Duck face!</div>
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Before the show gathering. Metric was the preshow band. None of us where that impressed with them.</div>
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To start off the trip home we always stop at Beto's (Rancherito's or Bero's when in AF) before we hit the road. It was called "Beto's" growing up for the longest time, despite changing name and location.</div>
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The hot sauce was supper spicy this year...almost to spicy for dad...almost!</div>
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Count off! Dad, mom, 1, 2, 4, 5 and Sassy. Wait where's 3? Oh yeah, we stayed on a last minute decision with Skyler. They flew down together later in the week.</div>
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<br />Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-71131268804974077272015-08-06T22:08:00.000-06:002015-08-06T22:08:50.797-06:00Better late than never!It's been a few years since the last post. I'm (hopefully we, Connie) going to try and get better about posting and keeping up to date. I will also be posting pics from my trips. I'd like to get have some what of a chronology of my work experience.<br />
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To give a quick backlog, we moved from our house in Anna, TX (Westfield), to another house in Anna (Creekside) for two years. We moved this spring (2015) to Melissa, TX (Hunters Ridge). In that time Connie graduated from her online school (Art Institute of Pittsburgh?) with a certificate in event management. Soon after she received a job at the Chamber of Commerce in Anna. It great experience for her. She learned a lot about the job and herself. She did a great job putting the events together and knocked the out of the park. Unfortunately, it didn't last. It took its toll on our family and she was over worked, under payed and under appreciated which lead to her resigning.<br />
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Since then we been struggling financially and trying to find her a job. I happy to report that a few weeks ago, the Van Alstyn chamber approached her about working PT, and being flexible with the hours she works, being able work during school so she can be home when they're home.Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-10328347925616336952013-02-10T20:48:00.003-07:002013-02-10T20:48:52.850-07:0010 ToesThis evening as the boys and I were eating dinner with my mom, the boys were trying to find gloves to play outside in the snow. My mom was looking for gloves and Tobyn and Tanner were finishing their dinner. This was the conversation that followed:<br />
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Tobyn looking slightly confused with hands and fingers outstretched "I have 10"<br />
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Tobyn "Probably the same..."<br />
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Tanner looking very defiant and sure says "No!" then proceeds to count his toes "1, 2, 3,....10! Hey I DO have 10 toes!" and then looks at Tobyn like he has just discovered the greatest thing.<br />
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I swear I have taught my children they have 10 toes and fingers but apparently it is something you have to learn on your own!Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-14690675528840685772013-01-16T15:56:00.000-07:002013-01-16T15:56:14.671-07:00Christmas 2012Christmas day was really nice! It was pretty quiet, but I enjoyed it more than last year. Last year was our first Christmas away from most of the family and so it was really hard. Luckily both years we've had my mom around so it makes it much better!<br />
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The kids were super excited for presents! So excited Tobyn could hardly see :-)<br />
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Checking out the goods....<br />
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Tanner is in his Batman costume! (I'm not really sure about the nice collard shirt, but I guess it was the first thing he grabbed to put on)<br />
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TC and Titus checking out their new guns.<br />
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Toby and Tate got Mario kart race track.<br />
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Part of the best day was we got SNOW! It was so exciting! We loved having a white Christmas and with having no where to go the next day we didn't mind that it stuck around for a day or two. </div>
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We ended the day with a few friends coming over to visit. I love Christmas and was so happy to spend it with my family!Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-82381346270249584952012-12-24T14:47:00.002-07:002012-12-24T14:47:33.369-07:00December bits and finally an update!For 3 years now our ward has hosted a big nativity exhibit where people from the community can come into our church building and view hundreds of nativities. It is really is beautiful. This year I had the opportunity to oversee the the decorating of the whole thing. It was a crazy week! I was at the church almost every day all day for the week from start to finish!<div>
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I was surprised at the spiritual experience I had with it. I really felt the spirit in the building. It was wonderful to be able to feel the peace and calm that comes with just sitting in the church. During the set up I found out my Grandpa Biesinger had passed away. I was sad. It was not unexpected. He was old and had lived a good life, but I was surprised at how much of my mourning was over the fact that it was one more piece of the Biesinger family, for me, gone. Grandpa was straight forward and did things his way, but he also had a deep love for his family and those around him. </div>
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While setting up the Nativity there were quiet moments where no one, but me, was in the building. I could feel Heavenly Fathers love for me there. It was such a wonderful place to be and to reflect on such a wonderful plan that we are apart of. I will miss him, but as I attended the funeral I could not help but feel my dad and grandpa standing there watching over their family. I wish I could have hung onto that feeling just a little longer.</div>
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Now here it is Christmas eve. The kids have been bouncing off the walls, I feel like a grinch at times because the stores are overly packed and I miss my husband (who will be home tonight!). However, my mom is here. I love hearing my children play together and try to hug them when I get the chance. I reflect on the meaning of the holiday and remember how blessed I truly am. I have wonderful friends that are just like family and take care of me. I have family that calls, sends text or whatever just to say hi. I have wonderful healthy children and a wonderful, smart, kind, loving, handsome husband that I get to be with forever because so many years ago a baby was born. </div>
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As we go through our trials and busy time over the past few months my testimony has grown. I know that Heavenly Father loves me and is mindful of me. I know that Jesus was born so that he could die for us. My heart is full for all those reasons. </div>
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I wish you all a Merry Christmas!</div>
Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-18937741439779384932012-12-24T14:18:00.001-07:002012-12-24T14:27:14.621-07:00October and November<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Tanner was a Ninja....and a darn cute one!<br />
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Todd was a head-less hoseman...sort of...I was a fairy. Too bad you can't tell from the picture :-)<br />
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And last but not least...Tate was a Ninja with Tanner.<br />
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We had a big Halloween party with a bunch of friends. I think we played "Never have I ever" It was fun to see a bunch of adults trying to out-race each other for chairs. We played Charades again and ate more food. I didn't get one picture....It was fun to see all of the fun costumes though! We really have fun with all our friends in this ward and area!<br />
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The boys actually spent Halloween night in UT with Grandma C. They told me they had a lot of fun! This was the first time in 30 years Todd had not been trick-or-treating. We didn't know what to do with our selves! Luckily we have some (more) awesome friends that went out to dinner with us and hung out. It turned out to be a really nice night. The quietest Halloween we've ever had.<br />
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Not much happened in November other than I was SUPER busy with hair! I had a client almost everyday. I will NOT complain about it though! I am so happy that so many people trust me with their hair needs. We did have some exciting new additions to the family though! Todd's Sis-in-law and sister were due the same day in November. With it being Nicholes 4th and Heathers 1st we thought for sure the babies would come a month apart...but nope! They came with-in 24 hours of each other. When we went to pick up the boys from UT we were able to see both babies! I was so happy to see each of them just hours old.<br />
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Todd with handsome little James Tyler Christensen<br />
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And Todd with cute little Zoey Nichole Christensen.<br />
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I was a little worried about Thanksgiving...we didn't go home and so we invited anyone who was family-less to come hang out at our house. My cousin David and his wife Celest came with their two adorable boys from Wichita Falls. It was fun to have some family come. A few other ward friends made it over. It was loud, crowded and our stomachs were full of awesome food! I would not have traded it for anything. We loved having every one over. We played games until we were exhausted! I am so thankful to have SO many great friends and family!<br />
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Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-49298109743996499392012-12-24T14:03:00.000-07:002012-12-24T14:03:02.762-07:00September happenings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tobyns birthday was toward the end of the month. We really didn't do much on the day of. Todd was out of town and so he opened a couple of presents, had some cupcakes, and went to soccer practice (boy, have I mentioned soccer much?) He got a new scooter, the only item on his wish list btw, and we had pumpkin cupcakes. Kaylee and Lauren were there to help us celebrate!<br />
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Somewhere in the middle of soccer and birthdays we hosted a baby shower for the Fultons. It. was. awesome! I went out on a limb and decided to do a couple shower. A lot of the men protested, but most came anyway...We had a bottle chugging contest, baby food (pudding) feeding/eating contest, a candy bar diaper game and a good game of Charades. Of course there was good food also. I think overall people had a lot of fun and even made it home in time for the BYU football game.<br />
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Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-77284055161227711442012-12-24T13:44:00.000-07:002012-12-24T13:44:13.376-07:00Soccer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-29490996105673711612012-09-17T19:52:00.001-06:002012-09-17T19:52:52.973-06:00Tid-bit TuesdayI was going to try and hold out to type this until Tues when it truly is tid-bit Tuesday, but I couldn't wait any longer.<br />
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I really wanted to post TC bday pictures and 1st day of soccer game pictures BUT my something funky happened to my laptop so I have to re-install photo shop. Hopefully that happens within the week.<br />
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I have a few day break from school. SO NICE! Lots has been going on around here so the few day break is super nice one. I actually didn't do much of anything today. It felt good, and I didn't feel guilty about it.<br />
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We're getting into the swing of things around here. Homeschooling is coming along. TC has told me little things here and there that make me realize our decision was a good choice. I'm glad we're doing it.<br />
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Life is still pretty stressful at times, but we're hanging in there.<br />
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Today is/was the first day of school! I can't believe how much they've all grown. I know I always say that, but I mean it! They grow like crazy! All of Tobyn's pants that I set aside for him (2 months ago) hardly fit now, and Tanner has grown an inch or so this summer also.<br />
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It was Tanner's first day of preschool. He is doing Pre-k at the elementary school. I have dreamed of this day! I was going to do a happy dance, love having 3 hours a day to myself a few times a week, get long over-due projects done, and enjoy the next stage of life. oh-how lovely! Then....reality kicked in. <br />
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It is no secret how flip-floppy we've been as far as home schooling the boys. We've thought about it so much and gone back and forth so many times. Needless to say we've been very indecisive with the whole thing. I've always considered it an all or nothing thing, all of the boys home or none. Then I was speaking to a good friend and she said something that totally made me think. "Why all of them? Why not just the one or two I'm really concerned about?" The younger three I feel good about where they're going and what they're doing but the other two were another matter. That's when I made up my mind. TC and Titus are now home schooled.<br />
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I'm, happy, nervous, excited, overwhelmed, empowered, guilty, full of new idea's and can't wait for new beginnings all wrapped into one big mess of my brain. Right now we are in a position where I am SO sick of all the crap being thrown at my kids. They are CONSTANTLY defending what they believe in. Middle school is SO hard. I hated it, TC hated the first year, everyone I talk to says how miserable it is. I know I can't rescue my children from everything, I know they need to work out their problems and I know I can't solve everything. I'm not trying to shelter them, I'm trying to bring them home. Trying to get the values instilled in them now so the path they go down is a good one once they get to high school. I NEED that for them.<br />
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AND to top it all off...I cried like a little baby dropping my baby off for school today. *sigh* so much for the first day of school being the joyous thing I thought it would be. Oh-man. someone just let me know I'm normal...or not :-) I just might be going crazy. lol!Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-6884546880438116152012-08-21T21:45:00.000-06:002012-09-07T07:20:04.097-06:00Tid-Bit TuesdayWell it's my birthday...I'm 30. It's a little weird. Not that I feel old, I don't think 30's old. Just a few thoughts going through my head today. I'm no longer in my 20's, I'm 30 and have a (almost) 13 year old, my youngest is 4, I'm in college, and I my husband is in a career he loves. Crazy! I wonder what the next decade will bring...do I dare wonder?<br />
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Now that we've flip-flopped back to having the kids go to public school I am pretty dang excited about it! Not that I didn't really want my kids home, I still think in a year or so we'll reevaluate the situation and see what to do. But I am REALLY looking forward to the 2 or 3 days a week that I have 3 hours to myself. Quiet time. No kids at home. Me time. I should be sad my baby is growing up and I am...however, bring on the new stage off life! I'll take it for now.<br />
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Things I want to do with my couple of day and hours of freedom...<br />
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-pick some awesome paint colors to redo some furniture<br />
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Life is good. Things are going at a break-neck pace. We've got 3 in soccer, I'm still involved in scouts, still in the Primary presidency, in school, babysitting 3 x's a week, school activities for the kids + you know all the mom stuff to do. I sure hope I can keep up!<br />
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I'm along for the ride.....<br />
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<br />Christensen Kidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01855189643876659756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-586744865937647040.post-62069324434190305732012-08-15T07:09:00.003-06:002012-08-15T07:09:33.905-06:001 Week....It has been one week since we took away the electronics. Some days they compensate by watching a little too much TV, but mostly they have been really good. The TV days have really only been 1 or two when it has just been too hot to play out side and they have down time in the afternoon. I would say the fights have dropped by more than half. We have found other fun things to do. They play on the tramp, board games, build a ton of forts in the front room, soccer practice, soccer games (2 on 2) with each other and playing more with friends.<br />
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I'm actually loving this idea. I don't know what we will do when the month is over....maybe nothing? Maybe just let the electronics stay away except for special occasions? I don't know. But I do know things are going SO much better than expected. I have been happier and, I would like to think, a nicer mom. We have more time and energy to be doing things we should be doing.<br />
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So far I'd say this has been a huge success. YAY!<br />
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