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Christmas Pictures December 19, 2008

Filed under: Beautiful People,Cassidy,Day to Day,Pictures — familydunn @ 7:53 pm

A few weeks ago my friend Jon Ed came over to my Mama’s house to take pictures of the babes.  Cass was in a foul mood and was in serious need of a nap.  He still managed to get several good pictures of her, and there were many wonderful pictures of Caleb as well.  Although, half way through the photo shoot I heard Sam (my sister-in-law and Caleb’s mother) say, “Why don’t we just tell him to ‘smile pretty’?  I don’t think we need to tell him to ‘smile big” anymore.”  So just let your imagination run wild with what “smile big” must mean to a two year old.  Caleb did.


That was the best picture of the two of them together.  That’s my Daddy dressed up like Santa, so I’m sure that picture will be a precious keepsake for the two of them as they get older.  Although Caleb may have figured something was up because he called Santa “Papa” a few times.  Sam pointed out that it didn’t help that my mother kept yelling “Bill!” when she’s need to get Santa’s attention. 

Good times in the Hogue house.  Also known as “Hogue Manner:  Where Daycare meets Nursing Home and We All Wear Diapers.” 

And I hope I don’t spoil anything but I got my Mom a big sign to hang over her front door with that engraved on it.  The print is big so that the elderly may be able to read it from the street and avoid any confusion. 

This is my favorite photo from the bunch.



That’s the same face that made me fall for her father!

Jon Ed was great with the kids, and bonus, he travels.  So if you need a great photographer that won’t cost you and arm and a leg and second mortgage then call this guy.  Well worth it!


Friday Favorites, Issue 4

Filed under: Friday Favorites,Scott — familydunn @ 2:13 am

Y’all, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to talk about today.  All I really know is that I have to pee really really REALLY BAD.  I mean I’m squirming all over the couch just cause I have to pee.  And I can’t. 

I’ll tell you why!

Cause my little one is in her crib trying to fall asleep, and if she sees me now I guarantee you it will add 20 minutes of crying to the whole debacle.  We’ve got just one bathroom in this house, and it happens to be in her bedroom. 

I’ll tell you why!

Cause we have two bedrooms and only one of them has a heater.  We thought about taking that bedroom for ourselves, but apparently we were having a very mature parental moment, all sacrificing of ourselves for her betterment.  Which was crazy!

I’ll tell you why!

Because she pays us for this by banishing us from our one and only bathroom.  And by “us” of course I mean me.  Scott will just be a man and pee outside.  I’ve never checked to see where he actually does it, but I bet he doesn’t even make it to the woods in the backyard.  I can’t blame him, though.  If I could pee standing up I’d take full advantage of it. 

I’m just sayin’.



Here’s the first 10 favorite things I think of about Scott.

  1. His Beard smells like chocolate.
  2. He lets me clip his toenails and only mildly complains.
  3. He rubs my back every night.
  4. He likes tacos.
  5. He’s good at sharing his tacos with me.
  6. When I chant “Donna Martin Graduates!” he knows exactly what I’m talking about. 
  7. He makes up songs with me.  
  8. He’s my Baby Daddy.
  9. In the 80’s he pierced only his left ear.  Twice. 
  10. He is a modern day Luke Skywalker.  And he wields a mean light saber. 

The end.

Here’s The Beard himself at an all night dance party back on June 2, 2007.  That’s back when we could party all the time, party all the time, party all the time.  

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True story:

Scott was a manager at the Barnes and Noble that we worked at before we moved here.  I was training to be a cafe manager so often times our schedules would be very similar.  One particular morning Scott was opening up the book floor and I was opened up the cafe, so we were both there two hours before the store opened.  Well, we decided to throw ourselves a dance par-tay right there on the cafe floor!  When we looked up there were several co-workers looking at us through the glass doors.  But we just kept dancin’. 

We tried to get them to join in, but they said they were allergic.

And we were like, “Allergic!  To dancin’?!”

I hope we always dance, Scooter.  I probably look like I’m dancin’ right now, but I just have to pee.

Hope all you guys have a great weekend!


Does This Kiwi Make My Butt Look Big? December 16, 2008

Filed under: Cassidy,Day to Day — familydunn @ 1:44 am

I am a big believer in trying new foods.  It promotes healthy eating.  For example, I got Scott to like strawberry soda.  And now when he drinks it he gets a healthy dose of fruit flavoring. 

Cass has never had kiwi fruit so I bought her a few when I was at the grocery store. 

I usually let Cass play with our fruit basket while I’m in the kitchen cooking, preparing a meal, or eating m&ms.  And please believe when I say I spend equal times doing all of those things. 

When I looked down I noticed that there were two kiwi squished on my kitchen floor. 


Then I saw this.


I wonder what happened…


Teenage Lovers Between the Sheets December 15, 2008

Filed under: i'm bein' serious y'all — familydunn @ 3:41 am
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Today we’re going to talk about sex.  I wanted to let you know upfront.  I don’t enjoy this post.  I’ve been trying to keep it humorous around here as much as possible, but today I’m getting serious. 

I saw an alarming segment on the Today show on November 14, 2008.  Tyra Banks did a survey of 10,000 girls nation wide for her daytime talk show.  Here are the results:

  • On average, girls are losing their virginity at 15 years of age.
  • 14 percent of teens who are having sex say they’re doing it at school.
  • One in three says she fears having a sexually transmitted disease.
  • 24 percent of teens with STDs say they still have unprotected sex.
  • One in five girls says she wants to be a teen mom.
  • About 50 percent acknowledge that they’ve hit someone.
  • One out of three teens has tried drugs.

I feel very inadequate discussing such a controversial topic on my blog but I have no real answers for the problems.  I have mixed feelings about sex-ed, birth control and condoms in public schools.  I got in a few fights in junior high (with some of my best friends!)  I certainly have undecided thoughts about the necessary legalities of drugs.  I have many more questions for these kids than I would ever have answers.  The one thing that struck me was what Tyra considered to be the common denominator among these young sexually active girls – THEIR PARENTS.

It seems that none of these girls had parents who talked to them about sex. 

Let that sink in.  Whether you are a Christian or not, this is an extremely important issue.  Even my most liberal of friends would not say that is no big deal that children are having sex.  We may disagree on “maturity” and “morality” but I doubt we’ll disagree about trouble being around the corner for the kids participating in these behaviors. 

For those in the church, myself included, I’d like to say that I think we approach the issue in a manner that does not appropriately portray God’s intended purpose.  What I was taught growing up in the church over and over again was that I needed to be a virgin when I get married.  If I wanted to really put some thought into it I could probably write an entire book on why this is faulty.  We have taught the end result as the goal when the reality is that God wants the means to be the goal.  God doesn’t say that we should be virgins on the day that we get married, rather, he says that we should live a pure lifestyle.  If someone could attain purity to a good degree they would then be a virgin at the time of their marriage.  While being a virgin at marriage is something desirable, I see the beauty in it more now that I’m married, it’s not the goal. It is only one of the many possible benefits of attaining the goal – namely, purity – which is certainly not synonymous with virginity.   

The biggest fear I have for myself is that I will once again become the person I was years ago, so self-righteous that I cannot understand another’s logic or have compassion on them as people.  It is because of that that I refuse to be dishonest, or even quiet, about my past.  I sometimes feel such a shame arise in my soul over the things that I’ve done that I can hardly breathe.  There are times when I have to put my head in my hands to hide my face as thoughts cross my mind because of the embarrassment I feel over myself.  As much as I’d like to forget – to live as if it had never happened – I plead with God, never let me forget!  It is only because of my huge failure and God’s greater mercy that I can see myself as one in need of a Savior. As one saved by grace and not by works.  As one who has no need to boast, because trust me when I tell you, I have nothing to boast about!

Having said that I have two main things I want to say.  One, God can restore purity.  Two, You can be a virgin and still be impure. 

I wish I had the time it would take to study this before I post this particular blog.  Hopefully, I’ll be able to do that in the future.  It would probably blow my mind to get a glimpse of the ways God has promised to purify his people.  Paul says in 2 Corinthians 11:2 that he has promised us as a bride to Christ, and that we may be presented to Him as a pure virgin.  What does that mean for those of us who are certainly not “pure virgins”?  Titus 2:14 says that God will redeem us from ALL wickedness and that He will purify us FOR HIMSELF! 

There is much more Scripture (which I believe to be the absolute authority and living word of God – and the biggest blast I’ve ever known, by the way!) to pour over on this subject.  It would make this blog impossibly long, but I can’t help but be overcome by a thankful heart when I am reminded that God wants me to be pure, that he is willing to purify me, and that he will do it for himself!  He does whatever pleases him, and this is something that pleases him!  Thank you Lord!  I would certainly attain purity no other way!

I think my God loves do-overs.  I’m so grateful for that because the only way I learn is by failing.  A LOT.  I’ve failed my way everywhere I’ve ever been.  I’m sure I’ll fail my way out of bed tomorrow morning.  The good news is, God is not confined to our failures.  He is omnipresent, which means he is everywhere all the time.  If you are anything like me then you will be pleased to know that he is very much present in your past.  And he’s just as much God over your worst moment as he is God over your best.  In fact, he’s probably more willing to show off in your worst moment, because, well, that’s just his style.  He likes to throw the world for a loop every now and then by doing something great through something that seems very un-great.  I like that about him.  I’m proof of that about him.  I’ll gladly admit my failures to see him act in my life. 

Now, I would like to say a big fat KUDOS to those of you who were virgins when you got married.  I happen to know that a few of you were, and I’d assume the same about many more of you.  Like I said, I see the beauty and significance of that as time passes.  The thing is, when we teach that being a virgin is the objective, we miss the whole point of purity.  Purity is, in it’s essence, having a mind and body that glorify God in thought and action.  So, even though a person may be a virgin, she may have been immoral in her mind.  Here’s the real kicker, the one that was never emphasized to me as a teenager:  Only with God is there purity.  Our thoughts are naturally inclined toward disaster.  Our hearts are naturally prone to idolatry and adultery.  Our souls are naturally self-serving.  But with God there is unfailing love.  With him there is FULL redemption.  Even of thought and action.  Even of past.  Definitely of present.  And no eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has imagined the future.  FULL REDEMPTION.  I can’t quite wrap my mind around it.   

If you know him, aren’t you thankful?

If you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know the one who can make the worst thing you’ve ever done work for your benefit?

Let’s make sure that we are parents, teachers, youth leaders, or friends who think BIG about our God.  Let’s make sure to let him show off through our failure.  Let’s make sure that we don’t allow ourselves to succumb to the pressures of “being good for goodness sake”.  Let’s make sure we share what he intended with our children.


Friday Favorites, Issue 3 December 12, 2008

Filed under: Friday Favorites — familydunn @ 3:14 pm

Hello.  This if Friday Favorites.  Where I tell you something that’s my favorite. 

‘Tis season, y’all.  For me, that means presents and lots of TV.  Cause nothing say, “Jesus is the Reason” like American consumption and catharticsim.  Ah, capitalism.  Oh, commercials.  How very ingrained into every fiber of my physical being you are!  And this is the time of year I celebrate you the most!

Let’s talk about movies! 

These are the movies Scott and I will make a point to watch each Christmas.  There are in no particular order.  Scott’s idea this year was to put them in a stocking and watch whatever we pull out during “movie time”.


Only the funniest movie ever made.  When I watch this I laugh.  And I laugh hard.  I hold back nothing because, let’s face it, it may be the only exercise I get all year.


When I need a back rub, which is every single night, all I have to do is remind Scott that there ain’t no hole in the washtub.  And that’ll clear up any confusion he has.


If you like to be as depressed as possible over “The Most Wonderful Time of the Year” then this is the movie for you!  Who doesn’t love a little downcast soul now and then?


It’s the Groundhog Day of the Holidays.  If you wouldn’t like to see Bill Murray as a modern day Scrooge in a modern day Christmas Carol then you may be perfectly sane.  And of course by “modern day” I mean “The 80’s”.  But if you’re crazy and you admire a season of time that is completely incomprehensible for it’s fashion and music choices, I commend you, watch Scrooged.  You’ll thank me later.


I have a confession.  I went 26 years of my life without seeing this movie.  Last Christmas Scott found out I’d never seen it and he went a little crazy.  (Crazy for him is much different than crazy for me.  Crazy for Scott is leaving the house to do anything but go to work.  He lives in the wild side of life.)  So Crazy Scott left the house and went to Blockbuster to get It’s a Wonderful Life, and I haven’t stopped crying from my viewing of last year.  I wish I could have shared my too-pregnant experience with all of you.  It went a little something like this.

K:  I hate this movie.  Nothing is going right.  Why are you making me watch this movie?

S:  Keep watching.

K:  I HATE this movie.  It’s too depressing.  Why are you making me watch this?

S:  Keep watching.

K:  I HATE THIS MOVIE.  I’m not watching it anymore.  It’s making me sick.

S:  Keep watching.

K:  I can’t believe you’re making me watch this.  I HATE IT.  We’re never wathcing this again. 

S:  Keep watching.


Moving on, we have some honorable mentions here:


This used to come on TV every year when I was young.  Every time I see my rear end in a mirror the scene of the bear’s hide getting blown off replays in my mind.  The resemblance is uncanny.  Shudder. 


In the classic definition of classic, it’s a classic.  Clearly, nothing says Oscar Nomination like an 8 year old quoting gangster movies.

Merry Christmas, Ya Filthy Animal!


I Wonder If She’d Get My Tab December 11, 2008

Filed under: Day to Day,Manic Merry Me — familydunn @ 3:32 pm
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When I was pregnant Scott and I spent a lot of time at Cracker Barrel.  Granted, not nearly as much time as we spent at IHOP, but still.  The more obvious it was that I was pregnant, the more time we spent there.  And then at some point it was no longer obvious that I was pregnant, but more obvious that I had stuffed a 5 year old up my shirt in some sort of sadistic punishment.  I was fully expecting Cass to show up with a bag full of school supplies and a full set of teeth.    Point being, if I couldn’t have a baby immediately I was going to make danged sure I had me a waffle  or eight.  

Incase you’ve missed the insane pictures of me being really really pregnant… 

This is me in early January.  (I can’t believe that was almost a year ago!)  Note, Cass measured two weeks ahead of my due date consistently from the very first sonogram at 16 weeks.  So at this point the doctors were telling me to be prepared that she might be older than expected and to expect and “early” delivery.


This is us later that night on a date.  Oh, I had such high hopes of end-of-pregnancy happiness.  Kristen, you fool!  If you are one of the many people who end up on this sight looking for information about how to get your doctor to induce you, I’d like to welcome you here.  HELLO.  WELCOME.  And there’s no hope for you.  


This is me on my due date, Feb 25th.  Still not dialated at all.  She hadn’t dropped.  I wasn’t efaced.  Her estimated weight was 10 pounds.  My estimated weight was somewhere between hippo and sperm whale.  And for the record, those aren’t my boobs they’re Cassidy’s feet.      


And that was the last picture of pregnant Kristen’s belly.  Although I would be pregnant for almost 2 weeks longer.  Apparetnly people don’t enjoy taking photos of homocidal idiots.  I don’t want to talk about it. 

Back to Cracker Barrel, I also spent a lot of time in the bathroom.  But never, never did I ever find $97,000 dollars in neatly stacked bills hanging in a travel bag over the stall.  I mean, how many waffles was that woman planning on eating?


Update on Christmas Vacation Plans

Filed under: Uncategorized — familydunn @ 2:01 am

Apparently The Beard has been thinking about what kind of supplies we need to get us through our 24 hour movie marathon.

Two minutes ago he said this to me.

“We’ll order 6 pizzas, 10 liters of Coke, and a box of adult diapers.”

I’ve never been so in love in all my life!