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About a week ago, we caved. Nelson had been begging for a parakeet for over a year. Then came the fateful night at a new (former) friend’s house when the kids ran off to play. 


Nobody move.


It was a new home for them, for all of us. I let my guard down and didn’t ask the right questions. I assumed all was well. The dad was a cop after all. He was the dude I would call if things went wrong. 
</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-parakeet-oh-yes-we-did.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4CzDXJqjWxg/UYAD4sNM34I/AAAAAAAAAPY/4ug-pd4ZY_0/s72-c/scoops+and+cats.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-2249653060152835176</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-06T14:02:01.194-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">schwan's man</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pool</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">delivery</category><title>Delivery man? Hide.</title><atom:summary>
In honor of Mother's Day, we'd like to share one of our favorite traditions with our mom: hiding from the Watkins man.

Every Tuesday, the Watkins man pulled in with his old brown car. And every Tuesday, we had to decide if we would hide. 

Mom loved the spices and balms, but we all bristled at the inconvenience of actually placing an order. Don't get us wrong. He was a friendly man but he </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/05/delivery-man-hide.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-7177887276459473056</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-01T09:40:07.000-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">date night</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sweatpants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>Margaritas &amp; Sweatpants</title><atom:summary>

There’s the unknown when you’re invited to a friend's house
for the first time. Just come for a strawberry margarita, she says. It's 40
degrees in late April. There’s still snow on the deck. And she is standing in her
kitchen making fruity cocktails. 



I’m going and no one can stop me. 



I decide this
has the potential for a date night. With a little work, my husband might
realize I'm not </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/04/margaritas-sweatpants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-6524609536149990141</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Mar 2013 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-12T19:20:54.731-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">minivan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spring break</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Spring Break Trip &amp; The Caravan</title><atom:summary>Spring is not in the air. However, it’s on our minds. It’s almost time for our annual spring break trip to Gulf Shores. For six years we’ve made the trip south with sisters, kids and dad in tow. And the caravan there has taught us a thing or two about business. Three cars all traveling a perfect 72 mph in unison for 1,200 miles? Impossible. Yet it’s the aim every year. Kind of like topping last </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/03/spring-break-trip-caravan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-6609028522858535650</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-03-02T19:16:52.972-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">text</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FaceTime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>Kids &amp; iPods - FaceTime, Texting and Other Problems</title><atom:summary>My boys now have iPods. I held them off as long as I could. Then Grandma and Christmas coincided in a glorious gifting in December and our world was forever changed.

First problem: I had to create a fake identity for each child on each iPod so they could open an iTunes account. There are now two more Chapples born in 1974. Both of my children are about a month older than I am. 

Next up, texting</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/03/kids-ipods-facetime-texting-and-other.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iG-oJelUyEE/UTKV5OLYuaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kHRvOyWYP4s/s72-c/turd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-2216974247608661059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2013 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-14T23:02:15.462-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Legos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">housebuilding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>How many Lego pieces can you handle?</title><atom:summary>
The Lego Mania starts something like this: You stumble over a Lego box the size of a small car in your living room two weeks after Christmas. 


1,490 pieces of complicated machinery.Oh, and some Legos.

“Are you ever going to start this?” you screech.
This is your first mistake. Prepare for dinner on your lap because the kit will now be “in progress” on the dining room table for the next week. </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/01/how-many-lego-pieces-can-you-handle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8OtGsxzJ80/UPTTfn3KrDI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Qm01wh37Puk/s72-c/lego+photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-4630783099150253927</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2013 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-07T12:46:56.559-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bills</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">expensive</category><title>My $1,500 cat</title><atom:summary>
We now have a gold-plated cat. 


The 66-cent eagle (give or take $1500).


The problem began when Happy, our 4-year-old kitty, started puking. I didn’t panic. Cat puke and carpet cleaner is standard issue around here. But on Day 4, she didn’t come out to have her morning milk. I knew this to be her first serious symptom. By 10 a.m. she was under an x-ray machine.

“This is the happiest cat ever</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2013/01/my-1500-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8EeuMZ9iLfA/UNy3yjGmGtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Z1xjvZuud4M/s72-c/eagle+photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-1049979936833822202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2012 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-27T16:12:05.285-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GTWoman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">editorial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chocolate</category><title>New Year's Resolution: Starting over &amp; your diet</title><atom:summary>It's no small feat to start over. But we've all done it a million times. For example, we've all started our diet over a million times. Starting over is a beautiful, exciting thing. You can taste it, feel it, envision it. You imagine the victory at hand. The anticipation and daydreaming is as good as anything else. 

The run-up
You start thinking about all the mini Milky Ways you've eaten in your </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/12/new-years-starting-over-your-diet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-5558985939472017288</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 01:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-17T20:47:27.184-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GTWoman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">editorial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>It's a wrap: Christmas wrapping</title><atom:summary>Our dad once estimated that our mother purchased 250 gifts at Christmas. This was for us three girls with a few aunts, uncles, grandparents and friends thrown in (who were lucky to net one each). We think he was a little shy of the actual number.

While we can see our father's point that this was a tad excessive, we can't help but try to carry on the tradition. What are we teaching our children, </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/12/its-wrap-christmas-wrapping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-1100373691611403042</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-28T16:12:15.090-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">minivan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">silence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cell phone</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">affair</category><title>The minivan affair</title><atom:summary>I've recently started a
pretty intimate relationship with someone new.

It happens twice a day,
sometimes three. I could do it all day, but 5 minutes is heaven too. I look
forward to it the minute I drop the kids off at school.

It’s not with another man,
it’s with
my minivan.

The day begins like this:
The kids and I leave the house late for school. We argue in the parking lot, I
comb their hair</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-minivan-affair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-989825898443463374</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-05T18:02:14.277-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">minivan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>Running Late to School &amp; The Shortcut</title><atom:summary>

Get in the car. Now.

I have a problem. But only from 8:30-8:45 every morning. It never fails, when it’s time to leave for school, we're late.

I can get to school in 15 minutes. Really, it should take 20. Taking only 15 is the sign of a very bad morning. The most contentious route is known as the “The Shortcut.” It’s a two-track that cuts off a millimeter of distance and possibly 15 seconds </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/11/running-late-to-school-shortcut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EWmG0hb7Kw8/UJhFJ-C4iYI/AAAAAAAAANk/BQEuSfjMCYo/s72-c/key+photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-5255620211955101789</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Oct 2012 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-08T17:40:59.209-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cats</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cleaning</category><title>Cleaning before a party: 6 must-dos</title><atom:summary>
It's the worst part of any party: the cleaning. Not after. Before. 



Dusting

The
bookshelf looks fine until the fatal move - you pick up a toy to put away and
there, in black and white, evidence that you haven't dusted since that in-law
scare in mid-August. It isn't the dust that's apparent; it's the absence of
dust in this one hot wheel-car-sized space. You wonder what kind of time warp
</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/10/cleaning-before-party-6-must-dos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-4088991995661934905</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2012 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-02T05:00:06.269-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Hospital Visitors - When to go, when to stay</title><atom:summary>This is an excerpt from my book. It was one of the hardest pieces I've ever written. One of my friends told me this was hard to read - because it made her think of friends she'd lost and how much time she'd spent with them. 

I said, "So, should I run it? Is it too painful?" I felt the same as her, secretly, that I hadn't done enough for others. 

"Yes," she said, "you have to." 

"No, it's too </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/10/hospital-visitors-when-to-go-when-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-4994850796192617718</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2012 11:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-25T17:26:36.933-04:00</atom:updated><title>The beginning of school: Sanity returns</title><atom:summary>Here's our editorial from GTWoman's Sept/Oct issue... now that the kids have been in school several weeks, it turns out we're psychic because this stuff is all happening.

The summer was one for the books. Lots of hot sun, wild kids and laughter long after bedtime. It’s not to say we didn’t love it, but there is something delicious about the start of school…. when someone else starts telling your</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-beginning-of-school-sanity-returns.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-8468455606391428503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-20T22:04:23.696-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">haircut</category><title>Growing out your hair? Don't.</title><atom:summary>
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It was the classic All-American road trip: Badlands, Wall Drug, Mt. Rushmore, Yellowstone. Played out in a 20-year-old travel trailer and a pick-up truck in the glaring heat of I-90. Two kids in the back, two overgrown ones up front. I've been talking about doing this trip for 10 years and we looked at the kids and realized another 10  could sail by just as easily.... that we had to go, it was </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-griswolds-go-west.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxwefjofa0w/UEePiWC6nZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/NC4pD1oHWcA/s72-c/50.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-2941130580844673942</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2012 19:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-02T20:43:07.020-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">marathon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">canoe</category><title>Canoe Marathon &amp; Feeders</title><atom:summary>
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Victim on left

Well, the mystery’s finally been solved after 30 years, the one last great debate. An astute dentist in Traverse City did it: Cracked open the cold case of “The Tooth.”
It started three decades ago outside of my mother’s best friend’s home. Mom and Dad disappeared into the house for a quick hello and to drop off a dish on a warm September night. They left their 6-year-old twins </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/07/tooth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8hRpdJd0hM/T-y9SeNJYMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/OOx-D515Cw4/s72-c/twins.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-2358255082281769600</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2012 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-25T17:07:46.577-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">GTWoman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">editorial</category><title>GTWoman's Computer Sale Decision</title><atom:summary>We are celebrating 9 years with this issue. Nine! Can you believe it? We can’t either! We will be celebrating at our Sept. 12 Network Nite. It will be a fine time, complete with birthday cake, to reminisce about our little tiny beginning that involved a Monte Carlo and a computer sale.
Let’s set the scene: Two hysterical twin sisters, entrenched in another week of sleepless nights, one with a </atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/06/gtwomans-computer-sale-decision.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-4888233759507649431</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2012 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-19T14:56:42.261-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><title>Things I don't want my kids witnessing</title><atom:summary>
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We are constantly at war in this house over money earned, money saved and money lost. It’s everywhere we turn:

Teeth. Due to thunderstorms and turbulence, the Tooth Fairy didn’t make it into Nelson’s room on a recent April night. A day later, she left a dollar. Another day later, Nelson lost it. Where? What mysterious force resides over the room of my child? I believe it goes by the name of “</atom:summary><link>http://kandacechapple.blogspot.com/2012/05/kids-and-money.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kandace Chapple)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jY8JV3OJEVI/T6QxoKfX_YI/AAAAAAAAALk/OM1tOTrKby8/s72-c/bags+of+money.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6792093885713797963.post-511024646147317079</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-02T10:08:52.303-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lainey</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">excerpt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">four wheeler</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">firewood</category><title>Hauling wood with Dad</title><atom:summary>

Editor's note: This is an excerpt from my work-in-progress — a novel about losing my mom and finding her again, leaving home and going back and about childhood. The parts like this, about my lovable swearing father, made me laugh when I wrote them and repeat them to my friends as long as they would listen, after. 

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