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Mommy’s Sleeping In the Kitchen With the Dogs

With four boys in tow we moved into our assigned housing in the Netherlands and were shocked by two things. One, the place was larger than anything I ever expected in Europe–especially Holland. Two, there were three floors of wall-to-wall pale cream carpet. First thought…wonder how much carpet costs in Europe, since there’s no way we’re getting out of here without paying for at least part of that stuff.

Our dog, Argos, is a golden lab, born in Belgium, lived in Maryland and now residing in The Netherlands.

Our dog, Argos, is a golden lab, born in Belgium, lived in Maryland and now residing in The Netherlands.

The kitchen has large squares of tile pretty much the same color except for the occasional blood splatter.  See, it’s not my sons who have had the worst spills. They are only allowed water upstairs. It’s not the random marker bleed or crushed ink pen that has me sleeping in the kitchen. It’s the blood our family dog is coughing up.

The vet thinks the smoke dispersed across his lungs on the xray is cancer, and since Argos is 12 years old the recommendation is not to open our pet up to confirm. Instead we apply treatment for the other ailments our dog might have. If one of those works, then we confirm he has pneumonia complicated by an infection or a fungus.

The antibiotics give mixed results. Nothing happened at first, then he had a few good days which turned to not so good as the medication was about to run out. We bought more. The fungal medicine comes in a day, and we hope, pray and focus on the possibility a few days of the treatment will bear remarkable improvement.

Meanwhile I am ever so glad I splurged to get the peroxide with the spray top. Between that, the Resolve, and the Scotch Guard I put down when we moved in, you won’t find any spots so far.

A few days ago our dog barely coughed all day and slept on a big blanket spread out for him by our bed. Tonight though his breathing sounds like he’s running hard even when laying still. And the bloody spittle on the edge of his muzzle is the brightest red substance ever–oxygenated hemoglobin straight from the lungs beats grade-school acrylic paints hands down.

No matter what happens in the night, our dog has me within arm’s reach.

UPDATE: Argos died at 6am the morning after I wrote this. RIP Beloved Pet. You are missed.


 Kristin King is an animal lover, author, publisher and co-founder of the nonprofit Future Hope Africa which is based in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. She is from Kentucky (USA) and lives as an expat in Holland.

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Posted by on July 25, 2015 in Moments


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Emu and Wallaby, Friend or Foe? (All Creatures Great and Small…)

Not something you see every day.–Kristin

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Posted by on June 29, 2015 in Moments, Videos


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Holland Expat – Surreal Moment

Hoping for a deal on blue willow bowls...

Hoping for a deal on blue willow bowls…

Dishes get broken. This is a fact of life. Our family eats lots of cereals and soups. We use a LOT of bowls. When another of the everyday dishes we registered for when we got married broke this week, my husband said, “Go ahead and get some new ones.”

Hmm. The last time I bought blue willow bowls they were $5 each. The same make is $16 online now. Yikes! Occasionally though, the odd item will turn up at antique or 2nd hand stores. So I thought a quick trip to my local Antique and Vintage shop was in order.

Strange day.

Sun on the windshield when I headed out turned to slanting wind. Rain would follow–maybe hail like the day before.

In the shop there were no bowls in my pattern or anything with blue. But there were 3 bowls the right size with a different bird on each. The shop keeper set them on the counter for me.

“How much are they?”

He inspected the bottom where it said dishwasher safe. “You take them,” he got out paper to wrap them up.

“How much are they?” slower this time. Language and translation is sometimes an issue.

“You like?”

...surreal deal on these bird bowls. "Tjilp tjilp" is what birds say in Dutch. Cheep cheep!

…surreal deal on these bird bowls. “Tjilp tjilp” is what birds say in Dutch. Cheep cheep!

“Well yeah, I prefer blue, but the birds are nice,” I said.

“You take them.”

Hmm. I could wait this out. The prices here are reasonable all around, so I waited for the paper wrapping and bagging to be done when I was sure he would tell me how much I owed. Hands down this beats the “would you like large fried with that” suggestive sell I learned back in the day.

Finally he passed me the bag. Said nothing.

I looked around. “Thank you??” I asked in Dutch.

“You’re welcome,” he turned to other matters.

Huh. I left the shop with my–not purchases–free gifts? I was still trying to work out what happened. I don’t think I’ve ever bought anything there before, certainly no large purchases. Huh.

The wind knocked my hair about with a light spray of water. My mind cannot seem to get past this experience. “What happened?” it asks.

“I think the antique shop just gave me free bowls because they were ‘too new’ for them. Has to be some reason, right?”

Surreal Holland.


Kristin King is an author, publisher, and expat living in Holland.


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Presidents’ Day Prayer

Thomas Jefferson Collectible Stamp

Thomas Jefferson Collectible Stamp

Thomas Jefferson’s

A Prayer for the Nation

Almighty God, Who has given us this good land for our heritage; We humbly beseech Thee that we may always prove ourselves a people mindful of Thy favor and glad to do Thy will. Bless our land with honorable ministry, sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion, from pride and arrogance, and from every evil way. Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people, the multitude brought hither out of many kindreds and tongues. Endow with Thy spirit of wisdom those whom in Thy name we entrust the authority of government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that through obedience to Thy law, we may show forth Thy praise among the nations of the earth. In time of prosperity fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day of trouble, suffer not our trust in Thee to fail; all of which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

–Washington D.C., March 4, 1801



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Kristin King is an author and publisher. Her top sellers are “Unsinkable Vampire” and “Cain’s Coven,” and her latest novel the Begotten Bloods Series is Death Taint. Her imprint Three Kings Publishing can be found here. Three Kings is a Mom & Pop publisher of Christian writers (not necessarily Christian books).

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Posted by on February 16, 2015 in Moments


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Am I a Bad Mom?


Screen Shot 2015-02-12 at 10.14.01 AMAnd is there any mother who hasn’t asked herself that same question at one time or another. Well, today was one of those days. Here’s how it happened.

Our Lil’Man has a tendency to complain. For a couple days it was his upper arm. In play I gave him a “good job” tap/punch on the arm, and he was all “Ow, don’t do that.” I apologized, listened about his arm for a bit, gave him a hug. I thought maybe he’d bruised it at the Play Gym he went to with a friend over the weekend.

Sometimes he’s not wanted to ride his bike to school even when the weather was nice. He’s had a tendency to fall behind, complain about his legs. These sorts of complaints are fairly common to him, and they are only voiced when he’s doing something he’d rather not too. For instance, fairly often during homework.

I’ve assumed a couple things. 1) He was wanting some extra attention. And let’s face it, he’s too cuddly not to get it while at the same time I try to downplay the complaint itself and focus on expressing my love and appreciation for him–anyway. 2) He’s not really hurting that bad. I mean, he’s fine at recess, right? (Yes.)

So yesterday when his eye was bothering him, and he made such a huge deal of it we put on an ice pack, gave him some children’s tylenol and lots of pats. I thought I listened, but those two assumptions were there. Even in the car after dark when cringed away from headlights and said “ouch!” I suspected maybe he had a mild migraine–my light sensitivity is tied to those.

Then TODAY he wakes up with the tell-tale pink eye that really looks like he has pink eye. I called the doc, got the morning appointment, dropped of the other kids at school and side-lined the to-do list.

The doctor says it might be pink eye, but with the light sensitivity he wants to rule out another infection (didn’t quite catch the name of that one). We get an immediate appointment with a opthamologist and drive across town (it’s not far) to that clinic.

Then comes the moment when BAD MOM feelings descend.

“Does he not complain of aches or pain in his joints?”

Uh-oh. Joint versus arm is pretty much the same in my kid’s language. The way they all consider their foot or ankle “leg.”

Needless to say Lil’Man does not have pink eye, and all those little complaints are also tied to a larger issue. We have a referral to another specialist, and I don’t know what is in store.

As a parent, though, I have to address these feelings that I’ve let my child down, that I haven’t done my job the way I’m supposed to. And I have to acknowledge that the Bad Mom thought is a lie. It’s a lie from the Father of Lies to tear down moms and dads, to make us feel bad about the relationships where we wield the strongest power, the life long influence.

I reject the lie. I reject it on behalf of all mothers who love their children, who do the best they know how, and can’t possibly be prepared for every eventuality.

I thank God for Unexpected Blessing of the pink eye. The one that sent us straight to the doctor, and to another doctor, and to as many doctors as my son needs to address his issue to the best of the ability of modern medicine.
The pink eye that reminds me that I am not in control, that control is a seductive illusion. That my child and I are both in the hands of the One who’s the whole world in His hands. The One who gave me these children and made me a mother, because He believes in me even when I don’t believe in myself.

Related posts: Unexpected Blessing of Flight Doing a 180, Getting a Migraine


Kristin King is an author, publisher and President of Future Hope Africa. She lives in Holland as a US expat with her husband, their four sons, and their golden-lab.

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Posted by on February 15, 2015 in Moments, Unexpected Blessings


TOP 25 Memorable Sports Quotes

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1. “Here’s a guy, who when he runs, moves faster.” – John Madden

2. “Don’t say I don’t get along with my teammates. I just don’t get along with some of the guys on my team.” – Terrell Owens

3. “Perception is reality, but it may not be actuality, and you have got to be able to keep the difference between that.” – Bill Cowher

4. “I’m the oldest I’ve ever been right now.” – Tim Sylvia

5. “He had shoulder surgery on his elbow.” – Lou Holtz

6. “I’m traveling to all 51 states to see who can stop number 85.” Chad Johnson

7. “On Father’s Day, we again wish you all happy birthday.” – Ralph Kiner

8. “Every time I’ve tried to help a woman out, I’ve been incarcerated.” – Jose Canseco

9. “Therapy is good. It can be therapeutic.” – Alex Rodriguez

10. “I am the most loyal player money can buy.” – Don Sutton

11. “I’ve never criticized my players in public, and I’ll never do it again.” – Bobby Valentine

12. “Chemistry is a class you take in high school or college, where you figure out two plus two is ten, or something.” – Dennis Rodman

13. “I was a victim of circumcision.” Pete Vukovich

14. “It isn’t that I like the boy because he’s Italian, I like him because I’m Italian.” Joe Paterno

15. “Sometimes they write what I say and not what I mean.” Pedro Guerrero

16. “If you have superstitions, that’s bad luck.” – Eric Lucas

17. “I feel like I’m the best, but you’re not going to get me to say that.” – Jerry Rice

18. “I never cease to amaze myself. I say this humbly.” – Don King

19. “Even Napoleon had his Watergate.” – Danny Ozark

20. “If I’m not the sexiest man alive, explain why so many women married me.” – Terry Bradshaw

21. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this team not totally focused on the 49er’s…I mean Chargers.” – Bill Belichick

22. “Guess I’m going to fade into Bolivian.” – Mike Tyson

23. “I have just two weapons, my legs, my arms, and my brains.” Michael Vick

24. “Left hand, right hand, doesn’t matter. I’m amphibious.” – Charles Shackleford

25. “The offensive linemen are the biggest guys on the field. They’re biggest than anyone else and that’s what makes them the biggest guys on the field.” – John Madden

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Posted by on February 1, 2015 in Moments


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Holland Military Tattoo – It’s Not What You’re Thinking

Screen Shot 2014-09-29 at 1.38.41 PMA military tattoo is not what you’re thinking…unless you’re thinking of a huge show featuring military bands…then it IS what you’re thinking. It’s not our typical date night, but I was looking forward to the Netherlands National Tattoo 2014 in part because I wanted to see a band on bicycles. Yes, seriously.

They enter in the dark. Small lights shining in rows. And BAM! There they are, playing their instruments one-handed, moving in formation, and even repairing a flat (staged) mid-show. I played mallets (e.g. xylophone, marimba, etc.) in high school, so my favorite rider was the guy with a vertical set of bells attached to the front of his bike. My smile was a mile wide. But this wasn’t the highlight of the show.

Screen Shot 2014-09-29 at 1.52.40 PMFrom the NL Corps National Reserve, Marine Buglers Corp, the robust sound of the Belgian unit, to the NL Police steel-drum band, this was a great show. Oman’s Royal Police Band was the best in marching formations, and the choreography of 6 horses and 6 motorcycles from the Gendarmerie Corps made folks gasp. Still, it wasn’t the best part.

The seated orchestra would not be out-done. So their saxophone soloist “parachuted” in from the rafters while playing. He was lowered right into his chair, though his airborne uniform didn’t match the dress of his other band mates. Not long after, it looked for a moment like Les Miserables was getting ready to start, but it was a re-enactment set to music of the landing of Wilem I in his Netherlands kingdom 200 Years ago.

The finale with bikes far left and New Guard America front left.

The finale with bikes far left and New Guard America front left.

More responses of awe were inspired by the New Guard America rifle drill team than any other performing group. According to their webpage, “There are currently 13 World Records recorded by Guinness in the category of Rifle Exhibition Drill. New Guard America holds them all.” Needless to say, it was a thrill to watch them work with their bayoneted rifles. We were privileged to meet their leader, Constantine Wilson.

However, the highlight of the show was the performance of one musician on one instrument. Trumpet virtuoso Eric Vloeimans stole the show. My date, who played the trumpet in high school, said, “I didn’t even know a trumpet could do that.” We were both stunned. I can’t think of a time outside of church when music moved me so. I searched on YouTube for some comparable piece to share with you and couldn’t find it. If you have a few minutes though, try Vloeimans’ “Requiem”.

What a terrific night.


Kristin King is an author who recently relocated to The Netherlands (which includes Holland). Her top sellers are “Unsinkable Vampire” and “Cain’s Coven,” and her latest novel in the Begotten Bloods Series is Death Taint.

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Posted by on October 3, 2014 in Living in Holland, Moments


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