The Hiester Family in a nutshell - a big one, like a coconut or something

We are a family of a whole bunch of random people, thrown together in one small house, who all happen to look alike. Each member of our family was hand-picked by God... that's the only explanation for the saga that is our family. Here's the story from the beginning... My husband, Todd, was married before me. His wife's name was Carrie, and together they had 3 kids: Tyler, Kurstin & Elissa. Todd's parents were divorced and his mother remarried. Her new husband, Don, had 2 small children: Ally & Wesley. Their natural mother was killed in a car accident when they were 8 & 11. One year later, they lost their dad and Todd and Carrie took them into their home. 6 months after Ally & Wesley were added to the household, Carrie died of cancer at age 26. Her own children were 3, 6 & 9 and Ally & Wesley were 10 & 13. And Todd was alone with them. Think Lord of the Flies. So when I fell in love with Todd, I got these 5 kids as a bonus. We married about a year and a half into our relationship, with the kids as our wedding party. We made it all official with an adoption lawyer and lots of money, ensuring that we are LEGALLY their parents. They even had to take oaths saying they would perform the duties of sons and daughters, which I think means I have someone to change my diapers when the time comes! After 2 years of marriage we added Robben Carey to the mix. And now we've welcomed Livi Claire...the seventh, and final, Hiester kid (unless, of course, God has other plans). Todd and I are 37 and 35, respectively, and our kids range in age from 1 to 21. It's great because we're cool and always the youngest in a crowd of high school parents.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Are All Dog Movies Really That Sad?

So at dinner tonight, we were talking about movies/books that disturb us. This came about because Ally had mentioned watching the beginning of "Walk The Line" when the boy falls on the saw. Kurstin plugged her ears and looked horrified, knowing that the image had already made it into her head and there was nothing to be done to remedy the situation. She said she hated stuff like that and cited another example from the book "Where The Red Fern Grows". Ally was confused at first, as she was thinking of "Old Yeller". She then made the loaded statement: "All dog movies are sad." I said, "No they're not. Beethoven's not sad. Air Bud is not sad." Wrong thing to say!!! Apparently, Air Bud is sad. Incredibly so. Wesley's face turned all red and he started telling me about how the guy didn't want Air Bud and he told him to "GO!" and when the dog kept following him he threw a basketball and the dog ran after it and the guy turned and got on a boat and left the dog behind. He was quite distraught as he rattled off this monologue of his, and to my utter shock, TEARS actually began to form in his eyes!!! He was laughing about the situation, but he was also crying at the memory of the poor doggie being rejected. As he continued talking about it, Ally begged him to stop before the tears starting forming in her own eyes! Next time they say all dog movies are sad, I'll just accept it and keep my own opions to myself, lest we have a breakdown on our hands!

1 comment:

  1. I have to kinda agree...I think most movies with dogs are sad. But, if you google happy dog movies you'll get two choices: Because of Winn Dixie & Air Budd. I think it's cuz they ultimately are happy even tho are are sad elements. But if there is not sad then how to you understand happiness? It's sort of a necessary evil.

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