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Arrivederci

Being reaaaaaalllly uncomfortable with the public nature of our blog, I am shutting it down.

Sorry.

BUT –

There is always a ‘but’ –

We are back on FB, which I think most of you are as well.

It’s easier to manage who sees our pics and reads about my kids.

With all the weirdos and pervs out there, I just don’t like having names and pics out in the open.

Look for Rohmans Road on FB instead and we’ll connect there.

A disclaimer, though:

We are only connecting up with those who are family or who live far away.

I HAVE to keep it that way or I will waste hours and hours reading through every bodies posts.

Just being candid here, exposing my weaknesses for all the world to see.

You’re welcome.

Any-whooo, I’ll leave this up for about a week and then delete everything once I copy it all.

See you on FB!

Catching Our Breath

Eight thousand, four hundred and fifty five basketball games later and I can now catch up.

Perhaps that is a bit of an exaggeration, but not much.

The boys are in their final rounds of tournaments this week and then we’ll be done with the games for this season.

But it’s been fun!

Here’s what we’ve been up to (besides a few rounds of the flu and strep throat):

Bethany's JV Basketball team took 2nd place in their league tournaments (missing 1st by just a few baskets - rats!). They played a GREAT season!

Bethany’s JV Basketball team took 2nd place in their league tournaments (missing 1st by just a few baskets – rats!). They played a GREAT season!

After JV Tournaments, its was off to Pasco, WA for Jimmy, Austin and Beth.

The boys play basketball in the President’s Day Tournaments while the girls dust off their volleyball uniforms to go at the competition.

Both teams missed being in the playoffs by the skin of their teeth, but had a fabulous time of playing, listening to preaching and enjoying good fellowship.

Beth and her Bros all set for the semi-formal banquet in Pasco.

Beth and her Bros all set for the semi-formal banquet in Pasco.

Beth in the back with some of her teammates and good friends.

Beth (in the back) with some of her teammates and good friends.

James did not get the memo to wear blue.

James did not get the memo to wear blue.

Poor Joselynn tried and tried to get a nice picture for me. Thanks anyway! (This is more realistic, don't you think?)

Poor Joselynn tried and tried to get a nice picture for me. Thanks anyway! (This is more realistic, don’t you think?)

The day after their return from Pasco, they washed and repacked their clothes for a weekend at High School Winter Camp.

They had A LOT of fun and were convicted by the awesome preaching they heard as well.

No pictures yet, but I’m hoping some will come my way.

In the meantime, we packed Noelle up to go to a friend’s house for the same weekend while Patrick, Court and I headed up to College and Career Winter Camp in Sun Valley.

Patrick preached four sermons that weekend on being a light for Christ:

Letting your light so shine... The theme of Patrick's messages. He illustrated the points with how a lighthouse is built and how the light must never go out.

Letting your light so shine… The theme of Patrick’s messages. He illustrated the points with how a lighthouse is built and how the light must never go out.

Court and her sweet friends, Beka and Jos.

Court and her sweet friends, Beka and Jos.

Patrick and Bob. If you're drinking any beverages when they're together, it's likely said beverage will come spewing out your nose. Very, very likely.

Patrick and Bob. If you’re drinking any beverages when they’re together, it’s likely that said beverage will come spewing out your nose. Very, very likely.

Patrick getting his ice skating on at the famous Sun Valley outdoor rink.

Patrick getting his ice skating on at the famous Sun Valley outdoor rink.

I was a party pooper and decided not to skate in the bitter wind and cold. So I took pictures of my handsome husband instead.

I was a party pooper and decided not to skate in the bitter wind and cold. So I took pictures of my handsome husband instead.

 

Court with more dear friends: Emily and Anna.

Court with more dear friends: Emily and Anna.

Had to stop at the Starbuck's, of course. See how much we love each other? More and more and more each day.

Had to stop at the Starbuck’s, of course. See how much we love each other? More and more and more each day.

 

Preaching again, the final morning.

Preaching again, the final morning.

The entire group (minus myself, who was behind the camera). Our good friends, Ben and Vickie head up the group and do an AMAZING job! They are on your left (she is expecting a little girl soon!)

The entire group (minus myself, who was behind the camera). Our good friends, Ben and Vickie head up the group and do an AMAZING job! They are on your left (she is expecting a little girl soon! She will join two big brothers – so exciting!)

Noelle had a lot of fun this month also on a school field trip to Planet Kid:

*Almost* too big to be a Planet Kid. (sniff!)

*Almost* too big to be a Planet Kid. (sniff!)

Buds since birth twelve years ago!

Buds since birth twelve years ago!

Catching their breath.

Catching their breath.

It’s been a FULL month and February has just flown by!

But it’s been full of much joy.

Until next time ~J

It’s good to laugh.

And to laugh hard.

And Tim Hawkins can usually be depended upon to elicit such laughter.

Have a great weekend!

~J

*Sigh*

The Lord is good, a strong hold in the day of trouble; and he knoweth them that trust in him.

~ Nahum 1:7

This last month has been wrought with trying times.

So much of it has just been, well, ‘life’.

But one built upon another…then yet another….it seems like mountains sometimes.

One of the most sorrowful events that happened was something we knew was coming: The death of our dear, precious friend, Bob Murphy.

Here he is with his dear wife and my sweet friend Pam. These were healthier days.

Here he is with his dear wife and my sweet friend Pam. These were healthier days.

Here we all are in July 2011 in the Portland area. It was during this time Bob was recovering from a liver transplant.

Here we all are in July 2011 in the Portland area. It was during this time Bob was recovering from a liver transplant.

On Saturday morning, February 2, we got the call that our wonderful friend had broken the tape at the finish line and crossed over to Glory.

He fought such a good fight and he finished his race so bravely.

Pray for the Murphy family, please.  So many changes ahead for sweet Pam and their sons.

And if you think of it, please, pray for my husband. Bob was like a father to him, one of the dearest friends he has ever had.

We simply cannot wait to reunite with him in Heaven.

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On a less serious note, but heartbreaking to our Noelle: Her dog, Lucy, had to go to someone else’s home.

We tried so hard to make the relationship work.

But after countless times of cleaning up the frozen pony poop she brought into the house and her little ‘gifts’ left on the upstairs carpeting, we were at Decision Pass, getting ready to take a walk down Go Back to the Shelter Lane.

And then it happened.

Lucy chewed up my husband’s custom solid oak stair banister column.

A stair banister column he designed and crafted himself.

For weeks. He designed and crafted it for WEEKS.

And since Lucy couldn’t find her squeaky toy, and was left alone for five minutes, she chose the banister.

But she is now in a better home from what I understand, after being at the shelter for less than twenty four hours.

I think Noelle’s tears have finally stopped. And we have a voucher from the shelter to try again this spring.

Maybe we’ll go for a rabbit next time?

Painted toe nails.

Painted toe nails.

Who? ME?

Who? ME?

Reviving the old dog, Duke.

Reviving the old dog, Duke.

Lucy did teach Noelle a lot about responsibility. She kept her fed, bathed and well loved. We prayed together that she would find happiness in her new home - hopefully a place with lots of ponies and pony poop to keep Lucy happy.

Lucy did teach Noelle a lot about responsibility. She kept her fed, bathed and well loved. We prayed together that she would find happiness in her new home – hopefully a place with lots of ponies and pony poop to keep Lucy happy.

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My apologies for such a heavy post.

But I believe in being real.

We have so many blessings to thank God for.

These little detours sometimes cloud those blessings for just a little while, but they were always there anyway.

~J

Wednesday Wackiness

So my OCD, Type A, ADD, ADHD, ACHD….wait, no. That’s the Ada County Highway District…

Anyway, my perfectionist yet horribly easily distracted tendencies wanted so badly to turn this blog private.

Because I just know…I just KNOW!…some perv is slowly planning the kidnapping and demise of our entire family JUST because I post pictures of our wild, over the top party life. And he wants to join our party.

Or not.

After reading up on it further, it turns out that each. and. every. one. of. you. who read this blog would have to sign up for your own WordPress account simply to look at mine.

And I really don’t think we’re all that and a set of golf clubs to require friends and fam to do such a thing.

So I’ll take my chances with the pervert stalker and hope against all hopes that he doesn’t show up on my doorstep someday with a party hat on.

In the meantime, here are a few pics to make you chuckle:

Can you guess who the Alpha Dog is in this picture?

Can you guess who the Alpha Dog is in this picture?

Hint: It's the dog with the bigger bed.

Hint: It’s the dog with the bigger bed.

What’s funny is they really just submit to each other all the time. Lucy has revived Duke and he actually plays with toys now.

He’s never played. Never fetched. Never wanted anything more than to be loved.

Until now.

We teasingly call Lucy “Duke’s little Abishag” since she often curls up with him on his bed during the cold, bitter days. (Read 1 Kings and you’ll get the Abishag part.)

Speaking of bitter cold:

Great Gatsby! It has been COLD!

Great Gatsby! It has been COLD!

So cold that the snake river has frozen entirely and my husbands nostrils froze together the other morning as he was working outside in this ‘minus four’ weather.

The frigid air does lend its own beauty, though.

We have been waking up to frost laden mornings, which create beauty in the most unexpected places. So I grabbed my camera, ventured out into the minus temps and clicked until I could no longer feel my fingertips.

Our curly maple in all its frozen glory.

Our curly maple in all its frozen glory.

 

Forgotten pumpkins set aside after Harvest.

Forgotten pumpkins set aside after Harvest.

 

Who knew barbed wire on an old post could yield such beauty?

Who knew barbed wire on an old post could yield such beauty?

And signs of life on a fence rail even in the dead of winter. All made lovely by the white, winter snow.

And signs of life on a fence rail even in the dead of winter. All made lovely by the white, winter snow.

 

Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. ~Isaiah 1:8

 

Blessings.

~J

Before I take the steps to make this blog private, I need to have the time to do it.

But in the meantime, I’ll share our latest heart stopping moment.

Most of you have already heard about Court’s accident, but some may not have.

Thank you to those who prayed for her. I have even been told that when the news reached our church’s Jr. High Winter Camp up in the mountains, they stopped what they were doing and had a prayer meeting for her.

I am humbly overwhelmed at the love, compassion and care shown towards our daughter.

On Friday, January 11, around 9:40 at night, Court was heading home from work in Meridian on the same route she always takes.

Going a safe 35 mph.

It had snowed on top of freezing rain a few days previous and the temps plummeted to below freezing, creating a sheet of ice on the roads.

Unfortunately, the route she chose was one of the worst, unsanded routes in the valley.

In the two days it snowed, Idaho State Police alone responded to ninety nine collisions and over thirty slide offs in the valley. That count does not include the number of calls the Ada County and Canyon County Sheriffs responded to. The roads were that bad.

The very moment she realized that she did not have her rig in four wheel drive, the back wheels caught ice and fishtailed. She steered into the slide as she has done a dozen times, only to have the car do its own thing as another set of headlights crested the hill head on.

As she attempted to steer the vehicle out of harms way (keep in mind, there was no moon that night and she was out in the boonies in the pitch dark), she hit an embankment on the edge of a field. As the front right tire caught the embankment, the car catapulted straight up into the air, landed on the back window (shattering it) and rolled twice, landing on the driver’s side. A foot away from a telephone pole.

As my precious baby lay there on her side, checking to see for any blood (she had bumped her head on the driver’s side window), she thought she heard people screaming and shouting through the broken back window. Turns out the occupants in car that was cresting over the hill at the time of her wreck saw the entire thing and called 9-1-1. They thought she was either seriously injured or worse.

Talk about God’s provision. It is not unusual to be out alone on that stretch of road at that time of night. Further, another person happened upon the scene right around the time of the accident: and he just so happened to be a firefighter.

Coincidence? I think not.

As Court lay there in her car, mere seconds had passed by and she had the presence of mind to turn off the engine. As she scrambled to look for her phone (it had been silenced and in her purse – her practice while driving – and everything in her purse had flown out and around the vehicle), the firefighter called to her through the broken back window. When she responded, he crawled in and told her to stay still as he assessed her. After he was satisfied that she was indeed not seriously injured, another man from the other car that stopped crawled through the back window and the two of them helped her out of the car.

The firefighter continued to evaluate her and the group of young people in the other car took her in their vehicle to keep her warm and let her use their phone to call us.

The emergency responders were already on the way, thanks to their quick thinking.

(Both Patrick and Courtney said that as the emergency responders directed any traffic around the scene, there were vehicles, including heavy 4×4 trucks, sliding all over the road. Another accident happened near there the next morning.)

Now, call it weird. Call it spooky. Call it what you want.

But Patrick and I knew something was wrong even before the phone rang.

We both had an unsettled feeling.

When she called and said she’d been in an accident, that she rolled the car, my heart stopped beating.

She said she was okay, but that could mean a thousand things.

My baby could have died.

I knew she would have been buckled up, praise the Lord, as she always is.

When Patrick and the boys raced as carefully as they could to the scene (only three miles away), I crumbled into Beth’s arms and wept and wept.

Shaking, I sent out a text to ask people to pray, never dreaming of the outpouring of concern and love that was shown towards our family.

My sweet friend Brandie came over to sit with me while we waited for Pat to call.

At the scene, the police officer on duty was a man who attends our church from time to time.

Some friends stopped on their way home from where they had been to make sure everything was okay.

What comfort.

And as Courtney sat in the warm car of the people who had stopped to help her, she learned they were a group of young people on their way to a bar.

She expressed her surprise that they were going to a bar when the roads were in such dire conditions. She then shared her faith and told them that she knows if she wouldn’t have survived that, because of Christ, she would have gone to heaven. Digging around in what was left of her purse, she found a gospel tract and asked them to read it. When she looked out of the van window as she and her brothers and dad were pulling away from the scene, she saw one of the young men in the back seat reading the tract.

Please pray for their salvation.

On the way to the emergency room, Patrick stopped by the house so I could hold my daughter tight.

I did not want to let go.

Amazingly, the doctor pronounced mild whiplash and body aches and pains.

A visit to the chiropractor a few days later helped to ease some of her discomfort.

Court is still very tired and sore, head achy and a little fuzzy.

But considering the alternative, I’ll take that any day.

One look at her Isuzu Rodeo and you would think the accident wasn’t that bad.

But it is one tough car and cushioned her beautifully. The air bags, curiously enough, did not deploy, which we are thankful for. It would have panicked her more and maybe even added other injuries.

Here are the end results of the totaled vehicle. Keep in mind that the undercarriage is a mess:

wreck edit

court wreck5

wreck edit 2

"The Cone of Shame" as she so humorously put it.

“The Cone of Shame” as she so humorously put it.

Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.

The Fishbowl Effect

Friends and Family:

I am asking for a favor.

Within the next week, I am going to be setting this blog to ‘private’.

The reason being, I don’t like the thought of just anyone being able to read about and see photos of our family.

Much like any social network (Facebook, Twitter, etc), one will need to have a WordPress account to view the blog. But most important, you’ll need to have an invitation from me first.

Would you kindly leave me a comment in the ‘Comments’ section of this post if you would like to receive an invite? I will then send you one through email.

Thank you!

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