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.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Maybe I Can't Do It ALL

I have had SO much to do this week. Apparently more than my mind can handle, because it has taken leave of me. Today I arrived at the girls' co-op at about 10:50, which actually makes it sound like I was on top of things, since class started at 11:00. Au contraire. I may have managed a prompt arrival, but other important things seem to have gone by the wayside. When coming out of class over an hour later, at about noon, I was rummaging in my purse for my keys, which seemed to have gone missing. Upon arriving at my car, I quickly realized where my keys had got to: in the ignition...with the car running! Good thing I have an almost-full gas tank. And let us not miss the blessing in this: at least I remembered to put the thing in Park!
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  1. Tara Lyn HiesterDecember 15, 2010 at 8:43 PM

    Hahahahaha!!! This is the Marianne-story-material I enjoy! Then I don't feel so desperately alone in my insanity.......too bad you have to be pregnant to venture into my side of Crazytown!! Ah well, I will ungraciously poke fun at you whilst I can!! :)

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